#That this show could ever face me with. like I don't even play baseball

[zaczenemiji]

Curtain Calls and Curveballs II

Kenji Sato x Actress!Reader

Synopsis: After high school graduation, you never expected to see Kenji Sato again. But fate reunites you both at the same university where your love/hate relationship continues to grow.

Word Count: 1,376

Genre/Warning: Coming of Age, Enemies to Lover, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn

Author's Note: Oops, it became a short series 🫢 Part 3’s otw and I changed the title

PART ONE | PART THREE

MASTERLIST

You were dead wrong when you thought that high school graduation would be the last time you’d ever have to interact with Kenji. You remember your last words then, saying, “Congrats, Sato! I hope this is the last time I ever have to deal with you again.”

To which he replied with, “I’m sure this isn’t the last, (y/n)—to me at least—if ever you really are going to be the actress you dream of being.”

You were hurrying across the busy campus of your university, juggling a stack of drama textbooks and a cup of coffee.

Just as you were about to approach the performing arts building, you noticed a group of students gathered around a bulletin board. Your curiosity built up as you got closer to see what the commotion was about.

“Did you hear? There's a big baseball game this weekend.” a familiar voice called out.

You turned, heart skipping a beat. You didn’t expect to see anyone from high school here, let alone Kenji Sato. He stood there, his signature confident grin in place, holding a baseball glove.

"Kenji?" you blurted out, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Kenji raised an eyebrow, looking equally taken aback. "I could ask you the same thing,” he said. “I thought you were off to some fancy drama school."

“I am,” you rolled your eyes, recovering from the shock. “This university has one of the best drama programs in LA. What about you? I thought you were headed straight for the big leagues."

“Not yet,” Kenji chuckled, shaking his head. “I've got a scholarship to play baseball here while I get my degree.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, sizing each other up. The familiar tension from high school crept back in, but it was tinged with the novelty of your new surroundings.

"So, you're still playing ball?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah, and I'm still throwing strikes," Kenji replied with a smirk. "And you? Still pretending to be someone else on stage?"

“Ugh!” you rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the small smile tugging at your lips. "It's called acting, Kenji. Something you'd know nothing about."

Kenji laughed, the sound surprisingly warm. "Fair enough. So, are you coming to the game this weekend? It's against our biggest rival. Should be a good show."

"I might," you said, shrugging. "If I don't have rehearsals."

"Typical," Kenji said, shaking his head. "Always busy with your little plays."

"And you're always busy chasing a ball," you retorted.

The rivalry that had defined your high school years was still there, but it was different now but no less present.

"Well, I've got to get to practice," Kenji said finally, stepping back. "Try not to trip on stage, (y/n)."

"And you try not to get hit by a pitch, Sato," she shot back.

As you went your own way, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Being in college felt like being in an unknown and bigger territory with so much more people. It was nice to come across someone you know in a crowd of unfamiliar faces; even if that was Kenji.

So many things have changed since you got into college. The only thing that didn’t, of course, was your rivalry with Kenji but the competition was less intense since you were in different programs.

This shift allowed you to focus on your individual passions without the constant pressure of direct competition. Here, in college, people didn’t know about the rivalry you had.

But this anonymity disappeared quicker than you thought because, for every time you came across each other, you’d always be hurling sarcastic remarks; as you two always did.

One bustling afternoon in the cafeteria, you were with your new friends, laughing and discussing your upcoming production.

"Hey, (y/n), I heard your play's actually worth watching this time," Kenji called out, smirking as he approached with his tray.

“Kenji,” You looked up, a frown on your face. "I thought you'd be busy throwing balls around. What brings you to the world of real talent?"

Kenji chuckled, setting his tray down. "Just wanted to see if you're still pretending to be someone you're not."

One of your friends raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you. "You two know each other?"

“Unfortunately,” you said, rolling your eyes as you sighed. "Kenji here thinks he's the king of everything just because he can throw a ball."

"Careful, (y/n). Your jealousy is showing," Kenji retorted, grinning.

Your friends exchanged looks, quickly picking up on the rivalry. "So, you two have a history?"

"You could say that," Kenji said. "She's been trying to keep up with me since high school."

You scoffed, "In your dreams, Sato."

On baseball games, you’d attend with a group of friends from your program more to support the school than to see Kenji, or so you told yourself.

As you settled in your seat, one of your guy friends nudged you. "Isn't that the guy you're always talking about? The baseball star?" He asked.

You sighed, rolling your eyes. "Yes, that's Kenji,” you said. “Try not to feed his ego."

Kenji was on the mound, winding up for a pitch. He glanced towards the stands where he spotted you and your friends. With a smirk, he nodded in your direction.

"Is he waving at us?" another friend asked.

“No,” you shook your head. "He's just trying to show off. Watch, he'll probably strike this guy out just to make a point."

Sure enough, Kenji delivered a fastball that struck the batter out, the crowd erupting in cheers. He turned back to you, giving a mock bow.

Your guy friend laughed. "You weren't kidding,” he said. He's got a flair for the dramatic."

"Tell me about it," you muttered. "He's always been like this."

More than once, on your rehearsals, you’d find Kenji standing by the doorway, leaning casually against the frame.

"Nice performance, (y/n)," he called out, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Almost believed you were someone else."

You paused, turning to face him with a raised eyebrow. "What are you doing here, Kenji?” You asked. “Lost your way to the field?"

The director looked between the two of you, intrigued. "Friend of yours, (y/n)?" He asked.

"Hardly," you answered, crossing your arms. "Just someone who thinks he's more important than he actually is."

Kenji grinned, unfazed. "Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” he said. “You know, your acting. Seems like everyone's talking about it."

"Well, I'm flattered," you said dryly. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have real work to do."

As Kenji left, one of your fellow actors whispered, "He really gets under your skin, doesn't he?"

You sighed, shaking her head. "He's been doing it for years."

During hell week, your exams season, you’d spend your time in the library a little longer. Of course, Kenji knew about this. He’s been keeping tabs on you since coming across you when you were freshmen.

You were studying in a quiet corner of the library when Kenji walked in. He made his way over, pulling out a chair across from you.

"Studying hard, I see," he said, grinning. "Trying to finally beat me at something?"

You looked up, exasperated. "Kenji, some of us actually have exams to prepare for,” you replied. “Don't you have a game to practice for?"

"Already did," he said. "Thought I'd see what the academic life is like. How's the memorizing going? More lines to learn?"

"At least I use my brain for something other than sports," you shot back.

A nearby student, overhearing the exchange, glanced over with curiosity. "Do you two always bicker like this?"

You nodded, not missing a beat, “Pretty much. It's our thing."

Kenji laughed, leaning back in his chair, "Can't let her get too comfortable, can I?"

As he left, the student shook his head, smiling, "You two have a strange relationship."

You didn’t even know that guy or from what program he’s in. It felt like it was high school all over again where everyone knew of your rivalry, and it’s the only thing they knew between you two.

And soon enough, it will be what the world knows about you two.

PART THREE

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[lollixp0p]

Valentine's lovin' (18+)

Pairing: Bf!Jung Wooyoung x afab!reader

Genre: Romance, fluffy, smut (MNDI)

Word count: Just over 3k!!

Warnings: Idol!au, established relationship, sub!Wooyoung (subtle though), nipple play (m rec.), hair pulling (m rec.), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!), riding, creampie, (reader gets called my love, baby and other variations of it, Wooyoung gets called kitty, good boy)

Summary: It's your first Valentine's day as a couple and Wooyoung decides to take you on the best date of your life, so of course you have to reward him for his efforts ;)

Note: Happy Valentine's day everyone!! It's lovely Wooyoung time, I hope everyone who reads this enjoys (ignore any errors, I'm too lazy to check for them properly right now) :) Please comment, reblog etc. and give me feedback so I know if you liked it!🙏

Please do not under any circumstance copy, translate, or repost my works!

The entire week up to today Wooyoung had been a stressed mess, wanting to make sure everything was in order for your special date. Why special, you may ask? Well because it was Valentine's day and he'd wanted everything to be as perfect as possible.

He'd made sure to move every practice or other schedule from that day to a different one, although their managers had not been very pleased about the information.

He had to nag Hongjoong and Jongho to be out of their dorm by seven pm at the latest, so you two could relax after the date with an amateur spa session and then watch your favorite movies until the two of you fell asleep cuddled on his bed. They'd finally agreed on the promise of free dinner paid by him the next day (much to Wooyoungs dismay).

Even though he had been all over the place on the days before it, the actual date was far more magical you could have ever imagined.

Wooyoung showed up to the door of your apartment in a fancy black suit holding a large bouquet of red roses, to signify his undying love and passion for you.

Although the lower half of his face was covered by a black face mask he looked so incredibly handsome you just wanted to drag him straight to your room and skip the entire date.

"Happy Valentine's day my love, I hope you're ready for the most romantic day of your life! These are for you, the most gorgeous person I've ever had the pleasure of seeing", Wooyoung says, pulling his mask down and grinning at you. He hands you the gorgeous bouquet and waits by the door as you go inside to put them in a vase.

"Thank you Wooyoungie... they're so beautiful", you smile at him bashfully. No matter how long it's been he still manages to make your stomach fill with butterflies and twist and turn in the most wonderful ways. The months you've been together have truly been the happiest of your life and you really can't wait to see what he has in store for you for your first Valentine's together.

Wooyoung tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and leaves his hand on your cheek, caressing it softly. He leans in until your noses are touching, but holds still until you try to look away in shyness at his intense gaze.

Chuckling to himself and muttering a 'silly baby' under his breath, he turns your face towards him and finally closes the gap between you, kissing you passionately. Once he breaks off the kiss you're left breathless and dazed... 'What a little brat...' you think, but he's yours so you don't mind him teasing you like this.

He offers you his arm and after making sure you have everything you need with you, you finally grab it, close the door and he leads you to the company car driving you two to the expensive looking barbeque restaurant he'd booked a private room from.

During the entire ride Wooyoung couldn't stop gushing about how gorgeous you looked and you couldn't help but feel flattered that someone whose looks rivaled that of the suns could see such wonder in you.

When you'd gotten close enough to the restaurant Wooyoung put his mask and baseball cap on to hide his identity, slightly ruining his perfectly placed hair. 'The unfortunate realities of going on dates with an idol', you think to yourself, but ultimately understand it being for both of your safety and privacy.

After checking in at the front desk a waiter leads you to your private room and Wooyoung finally takes both the cap and mask fully off.

He fluffs his hair and helps you take your jacket off as you stare at him in wonder, itching to touch the perfectly fallen curls of his hair.

"Thank you Youngie", you smile up at him. He places the coat on the rack next to the door and pauses for a moment, looking you up and down and smiles back at you. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, feeling flustered at how taken he is by you.

"You're welcome pretty baby... I didn't realise you still had the jacket I lent you a month ago, I've been wondering where it went", he chuckles to you while pulling your chair back and pushing it closer to the desk once you're seated.

The restaurant staff had obviously known of your arrival beforehand, and made the room ready for use in advance. He sits down as a different waiter arrives and listens to them explain the menu. The both of you decide to split a slightly bigger meal so you wouldn't be too full by the time you got to the dorms.

Wooyoung had picked an incredible place to eat, as the food had looked mouthwatering the moment it arrived in the room, even if the meat had been raw at that point. His cooking skills had really shined through and you suspect that had been a part of the reason he wanted to take you there, fishing for compliments as he grills the meat for both of you.

While eating you exchanged about a thousand kisses with each other, even as you whined at him to stop so you could chew your food. Though he did make up for it by feeding you with his chopsticks and making sure you drank enough in between, smiling endearingly at you as he wipes any stray sauce off your cheeks, kissing them after.

The conversation was flowing so naturally that at times you'd completely forget to eat or sip the wine you had, due to your excitement and interest in the things you were talking about, making his show of affection very helpful even.

Once you had finally finished you'd put away any trash you managed to make and set your cutlery nicely on the table, to make the waiters job easier. Wooyoung got himself ready to leave and then handed you your jacket. He made sure to let the company staff driving your ride know the car could be driven to the front.

The two of you left after thanking the restaurant staff and once outside Wooyoung opened the door for you to get into the car before him.

You found yourself flustered by how he had upped his charm to what must be a thousand percent for this special day. It was clear this day was very important to him, wanting to impress you so.

In the car Wooyoung kept leaving sweet pecks to your cheeks and lips, telling you how much he loved you. It was obvious the shared wine had gotten him a bit buzzed but you could tell he wasn't drunk, just in that stage where he wanted to kiss you until you both were one, entangled in each others love.

Sitting on the right of you, little by little, his right hand drifts down to your thighs, until he's gripping the inner thigh of your right leg. Moving it towards him slowly, he slightly spreads your legs. Though to your relief (and dissapointment) that's all he does.

By now you know him well enough to know that normally he'd be cheeky enough to try finger you in the backseat, but you're glad he knows better right now. Wooyoung must realise that if he keeps his hands to himself, you'll rock his world as a thanks for the best date you'd ever had together yet.

Despite being a little brat that needs to be put in his place every once in a while, you know there's nothing Wooyoung loves more than getting taken care of and pampered, being controlled.

The car coming to a stop is what gets him to stop drowning you in kisses and he gathers himself, taking his hand off your thigh and winking at you. 'God he looks delicious', you find yourself thinking as he's fixing his hair. You have to remind yourself there's someone else in the car with you so you don't take him right here.

Wooyoung opens the door and gets out, then helps you out of the car by holding your hand. After thanking the driver and telling him to have a great night, the car drives off.

He takes off the mask again and shoves it into his pocket, grinning at you when he notices your intense staring. Even if it's meant to be teasing his smile truly is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

The two of you walk up to the front door of the dorm he shares with the leader and the maknae of his group. After the move that divided the eight of them into three separate places, meeting him at the dorm had become a lot less stressful.

Before there was no privacy at all and the rest of the men would tease Wooyoung any chance they'd get. Sure, it was out of love for him but the amount of times one of the seven had walked in on a makeout session was starting to become ridiculous.

Wooyoung pulls out his keys and as he tries to get the dorm key in the lock, the focused look on his face makes you snap and finally jump him. He manages to get the door open just as you turn his head towards you and slot your mouths together. He lets out surprised gasp at your enthusiasm and you use the opportunity to shove your tongue into his mouth.

The two of you stumble into the dark apartment with your lips locked. You kiss him harder and he whimpers, loving the feel of you on him. Wooyoung has his hands holding tightly onto your hips and eyes shut in pleasure but despite that he still manages to turn the lights on in the hallway, very telling of how often you've done this together.

You tap him lightly on the shoulder and he gets your signal, your minds and bodies dancing in harmony, something that makes your heart feel warm and fuzzy. He removes your jacket while you take off his and start unbuttoning the shirt underneath. Leaving everything extra at the front door the two of you run to his room hand in hand giggling to each other with lovesick eyes.

Fuck it, the spa session and movies can wait until later.

He opens the bedroom door, pushes you in and closes it behind you both. Crowding him in against the door you continue making out. You run your hands through his silky hair, tug on it and Wooyoung lets out a pathetic whimper, grinding his already hardening dick against your leg. You push his open shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground.

"Hey... no fair, you have to take yours off too!", he breaks the kiss to pout at you.

"Oh, I'm sorry Youngie... I thought I was in control here? When did you get so demanding, huh?"

He stays quiet and looks down, you can almost see the conflict in his eyes. Should he keep teasing you and risk a punishment or listen like a good boy and get his reward for being such an incredibly thoughtful and sweet boyfriend today?

"Well? How's it gonna be little kitty, are you gonna be good and listen to me?"

He looks up at you through the hair covering his beautiful brown eyes, "... Yeah... yes please, baby," Wooyoung whispers, "I'll- I'll listen- I want you, please."

"Mmm, my good boy, thank you...", you coo at him and kiss him on the cheek. "I'll take such good care of you Woo." His whole face down to his neck flushes red in excitement and arousal. He's so greedy for praise and compliments...

"Take off your clothes and get on the bed for me, won't you kitty?", you tilt his face towards you and he shivers, nodding. He does as told and situates himself in the middle of the bed, looking at you while you stand at the foot of the bed. Slowly you take your clothes off and his eyes widen.

Taking in the sexy red lingerie, barely covering anything, he gulps and grips the knees of his pants, "A-ah shit, what the fuck... You're so sexy...", his face scrunches, shuddering breaths leaving his mouth. You giggle at his obvious arousal, cupping your tits in your hands and groping them. His hands twitch, like he's itching to move them to his very noticeable erection.

"Thank you, sweet kitty. I thought I'd give you a nice little surprise today...", your hands run lower on your body and to the back, leaving them on your ass.

Turning around, you bend over to show off exactly what he wants to see. "Would you like your treat now?", you ask as you run your other hand lower towards your already eager pussy. He takes in a breath through his gritted teeth and watches you stand up straight to take off the bra top of the red set. You get on the bed and he turns towards you as you do, never taking his eyes off of you.

"Come get your treat then kitty", you spread your legs as he crashes down on the mattress, panting like a dog in heat. Not waiting another second he brings his hands down to your hips to take off the remaining piece of clothing.

Wooyoung lowers his mouth to your dripping cunt, moaning in delight at finally getting a taste of you. He pushes his tongue in your hole and thrusts it in and out for a bit gathering your wetness on his tongue.

Him moaning into your pussy makes your legs shake and do your best to keep them from shutting around his face. Seeing you you so lost in the feeling of his talented tongue makes him grind his crotch against the mattress, losing himself in the feeling and taste of you on his mouth. He lifts his face for a moment to take a breath.

"I love you so much... my baby, fuck... You taste so good", he buries his face between your legs again, gripping tightly onto your thighs to keep you as close as possible. Lapping at your clit, he groans in satisfaction.

"F-fuck Youngie... You're so g- so good for me", you gather the hair on the back of his head into your hands and guide him even closer to your wet heat, so that he's buried nose deep in you.

The pressure makes him groan into you and the vibrations of his voice in turn make your legs twitch shut around his head for a moment.

"Shit! My good... fuck, good boy! Doing so well for me kitty", your voice shudders, hands gripping his hair harder.

Soon you find yourself craving something more. "Ah, fingers too kitty...", you tell him, desperately needing any part of him in you, craving to be closer to him in any way possible. And just like the good boy he can, he listens to your command immediately.

Going straight for two to properly stretch you for his cock, he pushes them in and scissors them, sucking on your clit at the same time.

He continues to play with your pussy and it doesn't take you long to get close from his skilled hands. In just a couple more moves of his fingers your pussy throbs and you come around them, making you moan his name loudly in pleasure.

You don't wait long to come down, instead you sit up and push him down by his chest and straddle him, running your hands over his smooth skin.

"Wooyoungie... Let me take care of you ok? You'll let me, right?", you coo at him sweetly, seeing his eyes cloud over in ecstasy as your fingers find his sensitive brown nipples.

"Haa- ah! Yeah yeah, please, hah!", he thrashes his head from side to side on the pillow, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. You grind your wet pussy against his hard cock and his whole body jolts under you. He lets out a long wound out moan at the promise of getting to be inside you soon. Finally you take him in your hand, position him under you and start lowering yourself on his dick.

His head tilts back as he groans at the feel of you around him, hands immediately flying to your hips to hold onto anything, as you don't wait to start moving on him. He bucks his hips up towards you and you decide to let him, for the sake of Valentine's day.

You put your hands on the sides of his head and lower your face to his, kissing him with fervour as you keep moving your bodies in tandem.

You move your other hand to his hair again and tug on it, making him whimper. He lets go of your kiss to bare his neck to you and you move your mouth to it to mark him to your liking. Already feeling close after your first orgasm it doesn't take very long to feel it building up again and seeing how Wooyoung can barely contain himself it's obvious he's not that far off either.

"You- ah, you gonna come ki-itty? For me yeah??", you lick along his collar bone and tug hard on his hair.

All that he can let out is a silent scream as he throws his head back further and comes in you, mouthing out something along the lines of 'please, yes, yes god, please!!'.

Seeing his brain shut off in pleasure makes you come around him as well and you stop bouncing on his cock, letting him stay in you as you both come down for your highs together, feeling his cum in you.

"Happy Valentine's my good boy, I love you so much", you kiss him on the lips even if he's barely able to reciprocate, running his hands along your back to ground himself.

You decide to rest with him a bit, not having enough energy to get yourselves clean just yet. For now, you just want to feel him close to you.

Your sweet, caring, thoughtful boyfriend.

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[ripleyresonance]

Sweet Enough to Eat

Sugar Mommy Rhea! x OC

Part 2

Happy Holiday's Mosherz. I hope you all made it on the naughty list this year. This is part 1 of a sugar mommy Rhea fic idea I had. Let me know if you want more...it might be ready already...

Cali had always enjoyed the finer things in life.

Her favorite perfume was Vanilla Diorama by Dior. Her favorite weekend getaway was Nicè, France. And she had even had her favorite sakè flown in from Japan on a bi-weekly schedule.

The best part was that she didn’t spend a dime on this lifestyle. It was all thanks to her sugar mommy.

Cali smiled sitting at her vanity and looking at a picture of her “mami” on her vanity. Cali was unsure which state or country she was in right now. Being an international WWE superstar meant she was gone most of the time. And with past sugar mommy’s, Cali had never cared as long as they bought her what she wanted she was happy. But something about this one left this empty feeling inside of her when Rhea left.

It all started a few months ago. Cali was down on her luck in a major way. Her last sugar mommy had ghosted her and she was running low on perfume. It had even been three weeks since she had her nails done. It was a dire situation.

To take her mind off it she went to her favorite bar from college. She knew they had cheap drinks so she put on a baseball cap and sunglasses and just tried to keep your head down and drink the sadness away. By the time she left, she was understandably pretty fucked up. Maybe she was a little too fucked up as she was bent over throwing up on the brick wall next to the building in the ally. She went to sit on the cool pavement as she felt a strong arm hold her up.

“Woah woah easy there beautiful. Don’t want you to sit in this puke puddle.” An Australian accent said to Cali.

Cali giggled as she stood up facing the woman.

“Y-you sound like bluey.” Cali burped.

The woman laughed.

“You would be surprised how often I get that.” She smiled.

“Can I get you an Uber love, you look like it’s been a rough night?” She said frowning a bit.

“Oh, you wouldn’t even believe the half of it! I mean first, she ghosted me and didn’t even leave me enough money to get my nails done last week now look at them.” Cali cried showing the woman her nails.

“Who could ever let such a pretty thing let their nails go undone?!” She said playing along with Cali.

Cali smiled at the woman as her drunk brain thought someone finally understood her problems.

“What’s your address honey?” the woman asked propping her against the wall to grab her phone.

Cali frowned at the woman.

“I don’t wanna go home. It’s not like anyone will be waiting for me.” Cali said making the women pause for a moment. “Did you want to go back to my place?” She offered.

Cali gasped dramatically.

“Are you trying to kidnap me!?” Cali said loudly.

The women panicked.

“NO NO oh god you just looked sad and sounded like you-“ the woman stuttered.

Cali laughed loudly playfully pushing her shoulder. “I’m fucking with you. A sexy buff lady just asked me to come back to her house. I’ll happily be kidnapped.” Cali said putting her hands out in front of her acting ready for cuffs.

The woman chuckled rubbing the back of her neck.

“You going to be a real handful huh?”

“I could be two handfuls if you wanted..” Cali said grabbing her chest and making the woman laugh.

“C'mon then my car is around the corner she said grabbing Cali’s hand to guide her. It was warm and grounding, enough for her to realize.

“Wait wait wait,” Cali said making the woman stop to face her.

“I’m about to go home with you but I don't even know your name. I mean not like I haven't hooked up with someone before not knowing their name” Cali said.

The woman thought for a moment before touching Cali's chin lightly.

“ We are not doing anything tonight in the state you are in besides getting you a new outfit. You can call me Rhea…what can I call you?” Rhea said her voice low.

“Shit with that voice you can call me whatever you like.” Cali felt her face heat up. “But my friends call me Cali”.

“Well…Cali, shall we go home?”

The next thing Cali knew she was opening her eyes to a bull terrier licking her face.

She shot up in a bed that was not hers as a woman ran in the door.

“Oh shit I am so sorry I wanted to let you sleep in. Barry DOWN off the bed.” the woman snapped as the dog ran off.

Cali looked at the woman momentarily as last night flooded back to her. She remembered her picking her off of the sidewalk, going back to her place…throwing up on her-

“Oh, my god.” Cali said “I just remembered…I am so sorry!” She went to move from the bed until she realized she had no clothes on.

Cali looked mortified as Rhea quickly reassured her.

“We didn't do anything! After you threw up on me I went to go shower and I came back to you naked and laying on my bed so I threw the blanket on you and went to sleep on the couch” Rhea said frantically.

“I- oh my god.” is all Cali could say putting her head in her hands.

“Hey hey we all have had those days, trust me,” Rhea said leaning down next to her and placing a glass of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand.

“You have woken up naked in a stranger's bed after she picked you up out of your own puke?” Cali said peeking out of her hands.

“Well…no,” Rhea admitted causing Cali to groan and fall over.

Rhea laughed going to her closet to grab Cali some clothes.

“Here you can take a shower real quick and throw on these clothes, I will make us some coffee.” Rhea smiled before leaving Cali alone.

As Cali showered all she could do was die of embarrassment remembering the night before. Did she call A total stranger a “sexy buff lady?”. On top of that strip naked and lay on her bed. Cali had to get out of there quickly but after walking out to the kitchen she was hit with the smell of toast.

“There you are sunshine, I got coffee and some toast, the hangover breakfast of champions.”

Rhea sat the food on her kitchen island before Cali as she just stared at the woman.

“Why are you being so nice to me…” Cali said quietly. Rhea looked at the woman with soft eyes.

“Last night you told me you didn't want to go home…you said no one was waiting there..and I don't think anyone should feel that way…especially not someone as beautiful as you are.”

Rhea mumbled the last part as Cali blushed taking a seat and drinking a sip of coffee.

“So did you just break up with your partner then?” Rhea questioned as she leaned against the counter sipping a cup of her coffee.

“Oh no, I haven't dated in…a long time.” Cali laughed

Rhea cocked her eyebrow.

“Sorry you mentioned someone was paying for your nails and perfume so I assumed,” Rhea said

Cali groaned internally thinking how she was about to explain to this kind stranger that she just gets sugar mommies to buy her things. She should have just lied but the ibuprofen was taking longer than she wanted to kick in.

“I uh…people like to buy me those things sometimes,” Cali said avoiding eye contact.

Rhea had a devious smile across her face.

“Are you a sugar baby?” Rhea questioned.

Cali signed looking at Rhea.

“Okay okay let me explain I started back in college and it was super easy and I started getting used to all the gifts and attention and-” Cali rambled.

“Hey hey, no judgment from me..It's not like you are scamming people. They just like giving you what you want, and I see why.” Rhea smirked.

Cali looked confused as Rhea set her cup down standing in front of Cali grabbing her hand. “You were right last night. I cannot believe someone would let you have your nails grown out this much. I would let you change them multiple times a week if that was what you wanted.

Cali stared at her shaking her head and laughing.

“Okay okay poke fun of me all you want thank you for the breakfast,” Cali said getting up as Rhea as Rhea pulled her hand again.

“I’m being serious…Cali.” Rhea said.

“My job has me flying everywhere, I am rarely here at home and it would be nice to have someone to come home to when I am back Maybe even fly out sometimes.” Rhea smiled.

Cali blinked a couple of times trying to process what Rhea was saying.

“… I’m sorry but do you remember me puking on you less than twenty-four hours ago? Why in the fuck would you want to be my sugar mommy.” Cali said highly confused.

“Because Cali I find you…interesting, and I want to find out why,” Rhea said lightly kissing the inside of Cali’s wrist making her blush.

As the offer hung in the air Cali’s mind raced at the unexpected turn of events. Rhea offered to go get her nails fixed she couldn't help but feel a sort of tension in the air…Cali did not know if it was all in her head or what but she could have sworn that kiss to her wrist was more romantic than transactional.

[waldau-archived]

constant — choi seungcheol | 1,459 words | fluff, hurt/comfort

alexa, play sorry by justin bieber. that damn edit just won't leave my head.

gender neutral reader. warnings: reader pointedly has an ex-boyfriend.

the one face you're looking for is the one that's conspicuously absent. you'd think maybe your boyfriend — no, ex — would have the courtesy of picking you up from the airport after promising to do it weeks ago, but it's just you and your stupidly heavy suitcase in the midst of a swarm of people that are too close, too loud.

you try not to let the tears slip, instead repeating your search for him through all the faces in the crowd. it doesn't change anything. you're all alone.

who the hell breaks up through a text message when you're on a flight halfway home?

there's really no other option left. you just have to take a cab and get home, and do your best not to stew in your thoughts for the next few days while you adjust to the jet lag. but there's one name that catches your eye in your contacts.

choi seungcheol.

it's been nearly two months since you've met him in person, and every single instance of you returning his calls and messages undeniably late is brought up to the front of your mind. it's selfish, really, to even think of asking him if he can wake up at this hour of the night to pick you up, but he's the only person you'd trust in a situation like this.

you press the call button and wait for it to connect. part of you hopes it just goes to voicemail so you don't have to apologize for everything between you, all of which is your fault.

"sunshine? you okay? did you get back home safely?"

there's concern in his voice that shouldn't be there but still is, because he's cheol. the fact that he remembered you'd be getting back today is enough to break you. "he—" you choke on a sob. "he didn't show up."

seungcheol curses softly. "are you still at the airport?"

you nod, then remember he can't see you. "yeah."

"just wait a few more minutes, okay? tell me where you are."

"cheol, what—"

"i'll explain everything to you. just tell me you're okay."

"i— yeah." you mumble your location, the closest landmark you can see, and it's not long before a familiar jacket appears in your line of sight. you don't think you've ever been relieved to see him before.

seungcheol doesn't say a word as he guides you into his arms. all you can think of and feel is him protecting you from the rest of the world, your head on his chest and his head on yours. the tears don't stop falling, and neither do the apologies. you don't even know what you're apologizing for at this point, but seungcheol keeps shushing you. you've never been one for making a scene at airports, but the parking lot is pretty empty. you can't bring yourself to care.

when you pull away after a while, finally able to breathe a bit easier, you find seungcheol looking at you with a pout.

"what," you ask wetly.

"seeing you cry is making me sad. please don't cry?"

"i would if i could," you say, but then your eyes land on the wet patch on his white shirt, all soaked with your tears, and you begin crying even more.

"i'm sorry," you say, voice weak. "i don't— can we just go?"

"of course we can," seungcheol says, wiping your tears. "don't apologize. you're fine with me, okay? nothing's going to happen to you."

you've heard those words, or variations of those words, from so many people before, but the only person who can convince you he means to keep his promise is seungcheol. you nod, feeling yourself believe his words. he's never one lied to you, and you don't think he's going to start now.

seungcheol places his baseball cap on your head and tugs your hoodie closer around you to make sure you're shielded from the cold. your cold hand is in his while he wheels your suitcase to where his car is parked. you've managed to calm down by then, but it's still not easy to look at seungcheol after all he's done for you.

"are you hungry? tired?" he asks, getting into his seat.

you shake your head, buckling your seatbelt with slightly shaky hands. "neither."

"then there's someplace i want to take you before i drop you home. is that okay?"

you'd follow seungcheol wherever he went. of course it's okay. he hands you the aux cord while he drives through the city which is quiet at night, and it's not long before your mood begins lifting up. you kind of don't want to get out when he stops the car and motions for you to follow him, but you do it anyway.

he grabs a blanket from the trunk and throws it on the hood of his car, holding out his hand for you to join him. you're about to ask him what he wants to do, but your words die in your throat when you look up.

the dark sky is painted with countless stars splashed out across however far your eyes can see. it's not often you get to see such a sight, and you realize seungcheol's driven you to the countryside, somewhat far from where both of you live. sitting underneath the sea of stars with seungcheol seems better than everything that's happened to you in the past month. or two. or more.

"hey," seungcheol says, reaching over to rest a hand on your thigh. warm. friendly.

"hey," you say back, taking his cap off so you can look at his face properly. you gasp when you notice his hair. it's a striking blond shade, one he'd been nervous about getting months ago. you run a hand through it slowly, wondering how old it is. how long it's been since you've really taken time to be with him.

"you okay?" he asks. you want to say yes, but you don't want to lie to him. but you also don't want to burden him with everything you've been facing recently. also the fact that you've been somewhat ignoring him. you just shrug in response.

"do you want to talk about it?"

"no. tell me something else."

seungcheol doesn't question why you said what you said. he starts talking about everything he's been up recently, and it just makes you realize how much you've pulled away from him without realizing.

he's in the middle of some story of him and jeonghan when you sigh. "he broke up with me."

seungcheol stops immediately. "what?"

"he broke up with me. over text."

seungcheol scoffs. "who the fuck does that?" and then, "i'm so sorry, sunshine. you deserved so much better than him."

"aren't you going to say i told you so?"

seungcheol shakes his head. "you know i'd never make fun of you."

you do. "you didn't have to come, you know."

"and if i didn't?"

"i'd have taken a cab or something."

seungcheol frowns in mock annoyance. "don't call me something," he says, punching your arm lightly. "i'm your best friend."

it circles back to that, then. you look down at your feet dangling in the air. "i'm sorry for being a bad friend for the past few months," you say, not meeting his eyes. "i should've tried spending more time with you. or returning your messages on time."

"sunshine," seungcheol says. "don't. you did what you thought was best for you. you're still my best friend, in case you've forgotten."

you look at him, at that. "how is it so easy for you?"

"it wasn't. i won't lie. but there's no one else i want as my best friend, okay?"

"me too," you say, relieved. "and i'm really sorry, you know?"

seungcheol throws his arm around your shoulders. "stop. i know. now that you're here, can you promise me we'll be better?"

"you mean me?"

"no, i mean us. i'm not going to let you distance yourself so easily. on that note, do you want to lay off dating for a while? what if you find...the one? in your own time?"

you raise an eyebrow. "are you dictating who i date?"

seungcheol looks like he's been caught stealing your leftovers. "no! of course not! just looking out for you, is all. you know i just want you to be happy, no matter what."

you smile and settle a bit more into his side, feeling his warmth through your hoodie. "do you really believe in that? finding the one?"

he shrugs. "it's nice to think it could happen someday, don't you?"

leaning against the hood of seungcheol's car with his arm around you and the stars twinkling up in the sky, yes, you think. it would be nice.

[coryothesub]

First Time

Feeling a bit more on the softer side right now so here's a little something about reader taking Coryo's v card and him first exploring his submissive side, it started as a blurb but turned into a whole ass one shot

nsfw / mdni / virgin!coryo /lightdom!reader

Was this your 6th, 7th or 8th date? You couldn't quite remember, but you had done all sorts of things. Wined and dined, seen some art, danced, laughed, had some deep conversations and exchanged lots of kisses.

You had done everything except for the one thing you were craving the most. Sure you had been fooling around and once it had even turned into a topless make out session. But nothing more. So at this point all you were able to think about was having him inside you.

It was a calm night in, you were chilling on the sofa, watching movies, Coryo laying on top of you, his head resting on your right boob and his hand gently squeezing the left one through your baseball shirt. You were playing with his curls, fantasizing about how you could tug on them while he’s fucking into you.

“You like my boobies, don't you?” you asked, your fingers crawling to meet his atop of your breast intertwining them together.

Coryo looked up at you with a calm expression on his pretty face. 

“They feel so soft…” he murmured.

Your leg got numb and you slightly adjusted your position under him, discovering something that had been previously hidden from you. His dick was hard.

That was new. You had suspected it happening during some of your previous encounters but he always managed to disappear with some stupid excuse as soon as it happened. It always left you confused and so damn horny.

Cocky smirk appeared on your face.

“Seems like you REALLY like them,” you glanced down at him wiggling your tight just where it met his prominent bulge.

You noticed a glimpse of panic in Coryo's eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful,” he sat up trying to cover up the front part of his sweatpants.

“It's okay, Coryo!” you had to raise your voice to get through to him. “You're alright.”

You sat up and raised your eyebrow flirtatiously.

“I can help you with that, y’know… C’mere!” you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close before planting a soft kiss on his lips. You felt his heart beating at what seemed like an enormous pace.

“I…” Coryo whispered against your lips shyly. “Haven't really done it. Like, I have received some handjobs and stuff, but it never went all the way.”

“You're a virgin!” you tried to hide your surprise to avoid making him uncomfortable, but it didn't turn out quite as you had planned.

He nodded quickly, red blush tinting his cheeks.

You felt arousal building inside your lower abdomen at the thought alone. Such a sweet innocent boy, wideyed and ready to be corrupted. You could show him all the moves and hear his sweet moans as he shot his load inside you for the first time ever. Dammit you were already wet at the idea.

You crawled into his lap and straddled his thighs, gently cupping his face in your hands.

“May I ask you, why?” your voice was soft and velvety. “I mean you're awfully handsome, girls must be dying to hop on your dick.”

“It just seems wrong. It feels sort of dirty,” he pressed his fingers against his forehead realizing how that sounded. “I don't mean the girls I’ve been intimate with, but the whole concept of doing it with someone who is not right for me.”

You almost couldn't believe that. He was waiting for the one. A tiny bit naive, but also incredibly hot.

“It's alright, angel, you don't have to worry about that,” you caressed his cheek realizing that you weren't exactly the mrs right material.

“We don't have to do it now. We can make out. Or I can just lend a hand to help you with that,” you said pointing at his hard-on. Only a few layers of fabric separated it from your leaking pussy and you had to gather all your willpower not to grind against it.

Coryo made a long pause before he spoke, looking into your eyes seriously.

“Actually I have been thinking about this for a while… And I want to do it. With you. Now.”

“You sure?” you gave him a soft, but serious look, trying to cover up how triumphant you felt inside. You were ready to jump up with excitement. He was yours to have. But you needed to stay composed not to scare him off. 

“Mhm,” Coryo hummed and cupped your face to share a little kiss. You deepened it letting your tongue wander between his parted lips and explore him. You planted tiny kisses on his cheeks, continuing further along his jawline and neck. Just little pecks. You wished you could suck into the soft skin marking him with bruises, but you had to control yourself. For now.

“It might be your worst experience though,” he chuckled nervously, clearly underestimating his beginner's charm.

“Just relax, sweetie,” you hummed against his neck, making him shiver at the sensation. “I will guide you through it and we’re both gonna feel very good. I promise.”

You pulled his white t-shirt over his head and started moving your hips, slowly grinding against his bulge. 

“Do you like it?”

“Uh-huh,” Coryo groaned, eyes fluttering.

You watched him with satisfaction feeling his hands under the hem of your shirt. He started massaging your boobs circling his thumbs around your nipples, getting them impossibly hard under the cool skin of his fingertips. He was gentle but you could tell he was hungry for your body. Just not quite sure how to take it.

“Just look at you, already so desperate for me,” you teased before stopping your movements abruptly.

Coryo whined at the loss of the pleasant friction.

“Shhh, baby, don't forget we need you to last through the whole show, right?”

“Right,” Coryo nodded, still holding on to you. You freed yourself from his grip gently and took off your shirt, followed by your pants. Your embarrassingly soaked panties followed next as you found a more comfortable position on the couch and slowly opened your legs for him.

Coryo's eyes widened taking in the gorgeous sight, he wanted you so badly. 

“You have the prettiest pussy,” Coryo filled the silence with a compliment, not sure what to do next. You took his hand and guided it between your thighs, letting his thumb slide in between your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he said in a deliciously low voice as you guided him upwards to your sensitive bud. Coryo started to rub you gently, his thumb drawing circles around your clit  making you moan with long awaited relief. The boy was a natural.

“Look at you, angel, making me feel so good already. Now, let's take a look at you!”

Coryo took off his sweatpants along with his boxers making your jaw drop instantly. Boy, was he well endowed.

“You're so big, Coryo,” you licked your lips, gazing upon him in awe.

“Is that okay?” he looked at you innocently secretly bathing in your praises.

“Mhm,” you mumbled and bit your lip marveling at his long handsome dick. You leaned forward and gave it a few strokes making him let out a small moan. The boy was so sensitive to your touch.

“Come here, angel,” you whispered in his ear. “I need you inside me.”

Coryo obeyed and lined up at your entrance sliding his tip up and down between your folds a few times. You moaned as his tip touched your clit eliciting a satisfied smirk on his lips.

Encouraged by your reaction he started pushing into you at a painfully slow pace. Your cunt was literally aching to have all of him inside you.

It wasn't exactly the easiest task to take all of him considering the size, but your pussy was already so ready and wet and that it gave in easily. You just couldn't help but stare at his pretty face, eyes fluttered, lips whispering sweet nothings while he was stretching you out so nicely. 

“Am I doing good?” Coryo asked while establishing a steady pace. “I just wanna be good for you.”

“You're perfect,” you whispered against his lips, clenching your walls around his cock making him moan at your tightness.

“Oh, damn, my sweet angel, you're fucking me so good. So damn good at this huh,” you praised him as your pussy was melting in wetness around his massive dick.

You wrapped your legs around him bucking your hips up to feel more pressure on your sensitive spot. Coryo thrusted into you desperately, looking so delightfully pliant, so eager to please you.

“Oh baby, you’re gonna make me cum so hard, I feel it coming,” you whispered just before rolling  your eyes back and cumming around his dick, completely drenching it in your juices. 

“You’re such a good boy, Coryo, holding on for so long. Now cum for me darling,” you encouraged him. Your praises took him over the edge and he soon collapsed on top of you blowing his load deep inside your wet cunt and following it with a few sloppy thrusts before pulling out his dick from the warm embrace of your cum filled pussy.

You were both lying there for a moment, panting, indulging in your post orgasm bliss. You loved the feeling of his warm seed dripping from your hole.

He looked at you with happy puppy eyes looking so sweet and compliant, completely under your spell.

“That was fucking amazing,” he whispered, resting his head on your boobs. “Thank you, mommy…”

“Oh, I…” his eyes widened in sheer terror when he realized he had sait it out loud. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be weird or…”

“Shhhh, babyboy,” you pressed a finger against his lovely lips. “You’re good. You're safe with me angel. And your words are safe with me, always.”

Coryo gave you the most adorable smile. It felt so relieving knowing you were not weirded out by him calling you that.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close and sinking your fingers into his golden curls.

“If you want to be my baby boy. Then I will be honored to be your mommy.”

[dmercer91]

ebug's sister, dm91

should i continue with this au during the off season?? summer content / hc's? lmk in my imbox or send me some hc requests!

taglist, @whenmypartysover

part one / part two /part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight / part nine

blakefriarr_

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blakefriarr_: facetime woes cause regular season is almost over and i'm being very brave about it (i told three of them to find a summer sport and get real good at it real fast)

roll call!

trevor just picked up the phone like that. no more questions will be answered at this time.

i called luke and he was like this'll cheer you up and then every sophomore on that hockey team made a series of unfortunate faces. he looks like he bites.

i called quinn and he was very good at advice but he also happens to have this weird sixth sense where he knows when i'm about to take a ft photo and he moves out of frame :( however, petey came in clutch and got me that lovely photo

i knew jack and nico would be together cause why wouldn't they be at this point and jack got me a very nice photo of nico being very smiley. they both proceeded to tell me that they can't just join the mlb so i can watch them play sports. was not a fan.

adam just knows me so well. he saw that i was sad and he was like look at this 👹 and then proceeded to show me his older brother knocked right out fully aware that this would be posted publicly. everyone get you a rookie (u can't take mine)

dawson also cheered me up but this is not the platform for that kind of media

view 659 comments..

jj.friar31: this is not the platform for that kind of media??????? there was media made???????? why do you continue to say these things where i unfortunately have to subject my eyeballs to reading them

→ nicohischier: i agree with jj what does that even mean y/n

→ blakefriarr_: let's just say the playoff beard will take some getting used to

→ nicohischier: oh good god okay

luca.fantilli: i thought we were friends

→ blakefriarr_: we are! this is what comes with that <3 learn to deal

_quinnhughes: not sure how i feel about petey having stole your number from my phone

→ blakefriarr_: really? i’m feeling great about it

→ blakefriarr_: also you’re very uncharacteristically early to my comments what’s going on

→ _quinnhughes: i can’t have just been on the app when you posted?

→ blakefriarr_: obviously not or i wouldn’t have asked

markestapa: i do not bite

→ blakefriarr_: you can’t prove that

→ markestapa: what if i just didn’t bite you

→ blakefriarr_: just so you could bite other people when i’m not around???? i don’t think so

nicohischier: you’re still mad i won’t try and get signed to the mlb!?

→ blakefriarr_: i thought you loved me, neeks.

→ nicohischier: sorry honey i have a family to spend time with and baseball is not really my strongest suit

→blakefriarr_: all i’m hearing is excuses

dawson1417: always a lovely surprise waiting for me when i click read more on your caption

→ blakefriarr_: you brought this upon yourself this is literally how we met

→ dawson1417: i figured it would calm down after i asked you out

→ blakefriarr_: you figured wrong

dawson1417: do you per say trust jj alone in the apartment during the off season

→ blakefriarr_: dawson.

→ dawson1417: i'm just making conversation

→ blakefriarr_: ... dawson

→ dawson1417: blake?

→ jj.friar31: don't pretend like you haven't had your two weeks notice written up since he asked you to come up to canada for a few days

→ blakefriarr_: now is not the time to be snitching james

→ dawson1417: thank you for the encouragement jj i will now bother her endlessly until she agrees

→ jj.friar31: you're doing me a favour man have you met her

→ blakefriarr_: i'm sorry i couldn't hear you over my car, my boyfriend and my id badge to get into the family lounge at the rock

trevorzegras: would you rather me have not picked up

→ blakefriarr_: if you ever send me to voicemail i'm taking jamie hostage

→ trevorzegras: that's what i thought (take his guitar with him)

→ blakefriarr_: (no)

ryangraves27: my picture didn't make it in /th

→ blakefriarr_: /th???!?!?!?!?!??!??!?!? / THREAT?!?!?!?!? WHY ARE YOU THREATENING ME GRAVY

→ ryangraves27: you said i should use tone indicators /nm

→ blakefriarr_: why would you even be mad at me to BEGIN with

→ ryangraves27: idk /a

→ blakefriarr_: awh

_eliaspettersson: i'm stealing you from quinn

→ _quinnhughes: no you are not

→ blakefriarr_: @/_eliaspettersson hide in his suitcase when he comes down to jersey you can have jj's room

→ jj.friar31: no he cannot

→ blakefriarr_: 🍃

→ jj.friar31: he's welcome any time

→ _eliaspettersson: did you just threaten him

→ blakefriarr_: yeah :)

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[cymraegdragon21]

Cat & Mouse

Birthday Bash Prompt 5 - Bodyguard AU

It was the weekend and Haru was having breakfast.

'So.' began her mother from the other end of the long table 'Any plans for today?'

Haru looked at her, slowly chewing her toast. If she hadn't been eating a smirk would have appeared upon her face. Her plan for today was like every other weekend. Escape. Her mother could clearly see the glint in her eye even if Haru kept her facial features fairly neutral. Naoko let out a groan.

'Haru for once could you please not cause a commotion. You know full well that they are here for your own protection.' she pleaded.

Haru swallowed down a growl along with her toast.

'I don't see why I need a bodyguard. It's not like I'm the one who is famous. Besides I hardly stand out. I swear having a big lug following me around is far more conspicuous than being out on my own.' she grumbled.

Haru's father was a retired famous baseball player and her mother was high up in the quilting community which meant she was often called upon to appear on the radio or television. Although she had grown up in a rather luxurious childhood Haru wasn't precocious and she dreamed about having a normal teenage life. She longed to be able to walk to school rather than being dropped off by a chauffeur, to have sleepovers at her best friend Hiromi's house or to be able to go out shopping with the girls without the awkwardness of being tailed all over in the name of her own safety. Haru was pretty certain that no-one would have a clue as to who her famous parents were.

'I thought the last one quit anyway.' murmured Haru.

'She did.' sighed her mother running a frustrated hand through her hair causing it to stand up at a funny angle.

Haru didn't even try to hide the triumphant smile that played on her lips. She now had it down to a fine art of how to get rid of an unwanted bodyguard.

'You may think this is funny young lady but that's been three bodyguards in four months you have run off.' growled Naoko.

'The latest was a new record.' grinned Haru.

Her mother gave her a hard stare.

'So does that mean I don't currently have a bodyguard?' Haru asked hopefully.

'I'm afraid not.' responded her mother 'We just appointed you a new one. He has very good references and we doubt you'll be able to give him the slip.'

Haru loved a challenge. Her mother was always confident at the beginning but Haru was too good at disappearing from her bodyguard's care causing them to resign for failing in their duties towards her.

'Muta if you would like to come in.' called Naoko.

The door opened and the largest man Haru had ever seen walked in. He certainly looked the part of a classic bodyguard. There was no way that anyone would try messing with him. Well apart from Haru who wasn't just anyone.

'This is Haru, my daughter.' continued her mother 'She will be under your care whenever she it outside of the house.'

Muta nodded before turning to look at Haru.

'All right Chicky.' he murmured.

Haru blinked. She was no expecting such an informal greeting. The previous ones had always insisted on called her Little Miss or something similar which she detested. Naoko chuckled seeing her daughter speechless but believing it was due to the fact they had finally employed someone who could outmatch her.

'Haru don't be rude.' she chided.

'Oh, sorry. Hello Muta.' she responded automatically.

'So what did you want to do today?' asked Naoko sipping her tea.

'Oh I just wanted to go to the Crossroads.' she replied innocently.

Her mother had no idea that this was Haru's favourite stage for losing her shadow.

'That sounds like a lovely idea. It's a pleasant day for a walk.' she nodded 'You can show Muta around. Won't that be fun?'

'Oh yes, lots of fun.' replied Haru as the giant quietly stood by.

This would be a piece of cake. She would lure him into a false sense of security and then make a break for it.

'I'll just get ready and then we can go. Okay?' she said looking at Muta.

He nodded his response.

Half an hour later they were wandering through the Crossroads. Being Saturday it was quite busy with people. The shops and cafes attracting locals and tourists to the area. They had been walking for quite some time and Haru was certain that her large shadow was looking tired.

'Hey why don't we take a break here.' she said as they approached her favourite cafe.

He nodded again. 

'You don't say much.' murmured Haru.

'My job is to watch and protect you.' he replied 'I'm sure you are fed up with those who have just kept telling you what to do.'

Haru faltered.

'Well yeah but a bit of conversation wouldn't hurt.' she responded.

'Sure thing kid.' he grinned as he guided her to one of the outside tables.

'Thanks.' she replied as she sat down and looked at the menu.

She didn't really need to read it as the cafe was a popular haunt for herself and Hiromi over the years which meant she pretty much knew the menu off by heart.

'They do a really good angel food cake here.' Haru informed Muta.

She watched as his eyes lit up.

'I'll have a piece of cake and a cup of tea please.' she continued as she held up the credit card her mother had given her 'You can order whatever you want.'

'Okay Chicky.' he replied taking the card and walked towards the cafe entrance to order.

As he reached the door he turned to look at her. Haru waved trying to look as innocent as possible. As soon as Muta had disappeared inside Haru pushed back her chair and began to move away slowly before breaking into a run. The Crossroads were such a perfect place to lose a bodyguard. The labyrinth of alleyways meant that even if they chased her, Haru could usually disappear while they ended up lost and unsure how to get back to the start. Haru ran around a corner and into a wall. She bounced backwards and landed on her backside. She looked up in surprise as Muta loomed over her. How was it possible that a man of this size could catch her?

'How are you so fast?' she blurted out.

'I was a cat in my past life.' he grinned offering her a hand 'Sorry kid but you won't be outfoxing me.'

Haru stared at him. He was different from all the other bodyguards she had experienced and for once she could actually see herself being on friendly terms with him. She still didn't like the idea of a bodyguard  but if it was Muta she got the feeling it wouldn't be so bad.

'Okay you win.' she sighed good naturedly as he pulled her up.

'That's good to hear.' he replied with a smile 'Now come on kid let's go and see if that cake is as good as you made out.'

[poly-lights]

PART 2 TO MY II PREDICTIONS/WISHES/QUESTIONS (technically) SINCE YALL ACTUALLY KINDA LIKED THOSE?? and i have more!

please note btw that most, if not all, of this is not gonna happen bc they can't pack EVERYTHING into a 30 minute or so episode and not gonna lie some of these are my fixation talking and me being delusional. it's good to theorize though!!

lots of bias. let's get into it

i told my gf this BUT it'd be cool if there was a scene of trees changing, to represent seasons passing because it has to have been a year at most right

more lightbulb using her electrokinesis scenes plspls?????? like. she can just casually DO THAT....maybe have her use it for evil/J IM KIDDING. don't have her kill anyone

............................yet

another knife and suitcase scene, elaborating on the "making your presence known", how suitcase took it a different way, just a conversation if that makes sense

yknow. what was that roboarm in the gemory cave. and is it Still working after lightbulb powered it on.

unrelated but still.more so a question have we or will we ever get the full roommate list drop?? unless they're gonna wait for when s2 is done to not spoil anything

baseball and lightbulb friendship scene :] team captain style!

i think it's gonna release on OR near the anniversary, if the iii finale is so soon early into 2024 it gives slight time

can we get parent lore drop??? like hello?????? they cant just said what they said in iii ep 14 and never expand on it, so i have a heavy feeling its gonna get mentioned in s2 if not ep 15 specifically

im just hoping for lb centric, even if her lore doesn't match up well with the slams. pls im so autism abt her at this point its anything BUT funny

now here's some iii 18 predictions!! for fun :] and also me just rambling abt it (spoilers for iii 17!!!!)

those who left to the hotel come back for jury voting!! more importantly fan and pb please💥

bot and springy and gonna be near each other again next episode. springy may still try to pull some shit with bot, and, assuming so, if TEST TUBE IS BY BOT'S SIDE......

springy made that suitcase bot, so clearly he knows about season 2

we may just get ii 14 tt again. which i am HOPING for. idk i love seeing test tube ENRAGED for the people she cares about she's so fun and unique bc MAN that girl is angry. she's holding grudges against Two People

also. fan meeting bot? he is going to have such a big and hopefully impactful reaction!! pls he has his patterns and the sudden changes make him uncomfortable they need to mention this

if he knows about season 2......could he make, or has he made, toys of the other final four? again im just gripping at straws for an iis2 final four appearance

think abt it though. it's the iii finale. you think they won't do something big? considering mephone knows he has to go back? springy could easily torment him w that considering the whole "facing your past" theming

also walkie talkie is Totally associated with meeple. ik we've all figured that out but i just had to say something. very heavily focused on using electronics to better the future? implying robots taking over others positions?

also??? past contestants coming back SEEING the toys?? maybe. Maybe.

the entire episode could also just be a discussion and play on the ethics of ai and how it's affecting the writing industry by putting people out of jobs due to its advancement and im reading way too much into it but hey im putting my hard hat on and channeling my inner matpat for this stupid show about objects with limbs (/pos btw)

also. are they gonna leave floor behind??? or will they scoop him into a terrarium, then plant him into inanimate island?

can he teleport that far?? how far is paradise?????????? ae drop the map pls/silly

ALSO ALSO. WHAT ARE THE INANI-MATES?? IS N/A THE LAST OF THEIR KIND??????? i doubt it but STILL everyone else in that group died

hey. why is the background of the recap song the background used when the gemories formed the silhouette of cobs. hey now.

[austinsgirl]

Rather Die | Chapter 1

word count: 1829

rating: pg

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"Eliana! We're going to be late!" Victoria called out for her best friend.

"I'm coming!" she responds.

Victoria & Eliana have been best friends since they were kids. They met in Victoria's homeland of New Zealand. Eliana happened to be on vacation, going to Victoria's local beach. They bonded over the fact that they both had the on same Little Mermaid bathing suit on. They've been inseparable ever since, even though up until a couple years ago, they had a long distance friendship, only seeing each other every couple years.

When Victoria was 23, now 25, she decided to move out to Los Angeles to further her acting career. She made quite a name for herself back home, starring in local TV shows & movies. She was ready to really make it big, and the only way to do that was to go to Hollywood.

Eliana was already living in Los Angeles, her home town. Coming from a rich family, her dad was a huge Major League Baseball player back in the 90s & early 2000s. As for her mom, she's been a very successful lawyer.

The girls decided they were going to officially break the distance between them and get their own place together.

With Victoria's success from her gigs at home & small parts she's gotten the past couple years in LA, along with Eliana's heritage money plus whatever she has made being a social star & modeling, they were able to get a really nice penthouse apartment.

Eliana ran down the stairs of said apartment, as they're running late for a red carpet event once again. It's one of the things that has always annoyed Victoria. They're constantly running late because Eliana gets too distracted & takes a million years to get ready.

"How do I look?" Eliana asks.

"Hot as always, now let's go! The car has been waiting like ten minutes already." Victoria says, rushing themselves out the door.

They both made it into their car & headed to The Chinese Theater for the premiere of the new movie 'Elvis'.

Once there, the girls stepped out onto the carpet posing together & separately.

An interviewer had stopped Victoria to ask her some questions.

"So, what are you most excited to see the movie for?" the interviewer asks.

"Well, I listened to Elvis back home growing up. My grandma absolutely adored him, so Im excited to hear all the songs from my childhood & to learn more about the man my grandma loved as a teen. I also am a bit excited to see Austin Butler on the big screen. I remember seeing him on Disney Channel growing up, so that's exciting to see a familiar face play such a big role."

Victoria answered another question.

"Any projects coming up from you?"

"You can catch me as a guest star on the iCarly reboot, which was super fun, getting to work with Miranda, Nathan, and Jerry. I loved the show as a kid, so it was a really cool experience. Other than that, I don't have anything at the moment. Hopefully soon though!"

After stopping at the couple more interviewers, Victoria & Eliana made their way inside the theater. As soon as they sat down the movie started. Just in time.

About 15 minutes into the movie, was the first full performance scene. As soon as Victoria saw Austin's face she was interested. His bright blue eyes, & his dark hair falling into face. She was definitely attracted.

The girls in this scene, screaming over Elvis's moves, getting all hot & bothered. Victoria quickly found herself relating to those girls, minus the screaming. Although if she could, she probably would be.

As the movie kept rolling, the more intrigued Victoria became.

"Damn, he's hot." Eliana leaned over to whisper to Victoria, as the Beale Street scene played, 'Vegas' by Doja Cat blasting through the speakers.

"Mhm." Victoria responded, very distracted by Austin's good looks in this movie.

Just a few minutes later, Victoria felt herself shift in her seat a bit seeing the very mild sex scene.

Thoughts of all sorts kept running through her mind.

During the 'Trouble' performance, she felt like she was grasping for air. Going into this, she knew she was going to find him attractive, but not like this. She's crushing, crushing hard.

Jealousy came over her, seeing Elvis kiss Priscilla for the first time, just wanting to be in that position.

An hour and half goes by & the film has ended. After the credits roll, everyone stands up & applauds.

Victoria sets her sight on Austin in the front, inhaling a sharp breath from seeing him in person. Looking even more attractive as himself.

"Whew, girl. That Austin guy is so fucking hot." Eliana says to her.

"I know. I've always found him attractive, but damn. I wasn't expecting this."

They both made their way out of the theater & back to the apartment.

"Just a heads up, I call dibs on Austin if it ever comes to it." Eliana says as they walk through the door of their apartment.

"Why? You have a boyfriend, remember?" Victoria reminds her.

"Oh, yeah. I guess you can have him then."

"Thanks. I do want him. Like really bad."

"You should go for it."

"Isn't he dating Vanessa Hudgens though?"

"They broke up I think. I wanna say she's with a new guy."

"Hm. I'll have to see if he's with anyone. I won't go for it if he's in a relationship."

"I mean, still go for it if you don't know for sure. The worst he'll do is say no."

"Yeah, I guess. What I need to do is get some auditions."

"I heard talks that Austin's going to be in a new romance movie. Now that, you need to audition for."

"If I can get an audition, I will. He's so fucking fine, like, I could honestly not sit still during those early scenes."

"Oh, I know. I don't blame those girls for like orgasming over him."

"Truly. I felt that".

The next day Victoria set herself up at the kitchen counter with a fresh cup of coffee & her laptop, so she can apply for some auditions.

"Eli, is that movie Austin's going to be in called "The Last Time"?"

"Yeah. I think it's inspired by that Taylor Swift song with the same title." Eliana responds coming downstairs, still getting herself ready for her day.

"Oh, yeah. That song had me crying when Stephen & I were going through our breakup."

"I remember that. Taylor's whole 'Red' album was on repeat."

"You know it."

"So are you applying for it then?"

"Yep. Uploading my resume & headshot right now. I really hope I get this. It's about this couple who keeps finding each other in different places, being on & off, some toxicity. Yeah sounds about right."

"Honestly. But yeah, you better get this. It would be so good for you. Austin's a hot topic right now. You getting casted as his leading lady would really put you out there."

"Exactly. But also, hello, I get to work the hottest guy I have ever seen."

"True. Well, I'm outtie."

"You have your Nike promo shoot today, right?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'll be home later."

"Okay, I'll be here."

"Love you!" Eliana says out the door.

"Love you too!"

A couple hours later Victoria received an email back about her audition.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." she said to herself as the email loaded up.

"Dear Victoria,

We'd love to have you in for an audition. Please respond to this email as soon as possible with the time slot you would like & for what day. Please have these scenes that are attached to this email prepared.

Hope to hear from you soon."

"Holy shit! Oh my god."

As soon as Victoria was talking to herself out loud, Eliana came home.

"What? Did you get the audition?" Eliana asks.

"Yes!! I'm going in this upcoming Monday at noon."

"Congrats babe! You have all weekend to prep."

"Yeah, you won't be seeing much of me tomorrow & Sunday. I have to nail this audition. I applied just in time too. Didn't know it'd be so soon."

"I know you'll nail this, babe."

Monday comes along, it's the day of the audition. Victoria has never been so nervous in her whole entire life, and has never wanted anything more.

"Victoria Williams?" a producer calls out in the waiting room.

"Hi, yes, that's me." she stands up from her seat.

"Hi, I'm Sarah, one of the producers. Nice to meet you." Sarah holds out her hand to shake.

"Nice to meet you too." Victoria shakes her hand before following Sarah into the audition room.

"This is the director, Anna." Sarah says.

"Hi, nice to meet you. Im Victoria. Victoria Williams." she reaches her hand out to her.

"Yes, I watched a few of your things after I saw your application. Nice to meet you too. Do you have those scenes prepared?"

"Yes, yes I do."

"Alright. Let's go over the one where Jake shows up to Allison's door." Anna says. "I'll read Jake's lines to you, along with the parentheticals, you respond back with Allison's."

"Got it."

Anna starts off the scene, "Allison opens up the door to her townhouse."

"What are you doing here?" Victoria says, delivering her line.

"I don't know, honestly." Anna say's, reading the lines for 'Jake'.

"You don't know? What do you mean you don't know?"

"I don't know. I was just - I was just walking around town and something just lead me here."

"You're always coming back for something. What is it now? The last time, it was to get back together & you know how that played out."

"I know, I know. I just-

"Jake, I think you need to go."

"Can't we just talk?"

"Why? So we can end up falling into our old ways again & just get heartbroken again?"

"No-

"Then what?

Anna reads off the next part of the script, "Jake suddenly kisses Allison, taking her by surprise."

"Jake, if you want this, -

"I know. I need to be better."

"This is the last time, I swear."

"I swear to god. Cross my heart. The two continue to kiss before going to the bedroom. And that would be the end of our reading." Anna says. "That was really good. I think I can say right now that I would love to have you back later on for a chemistry read."

"Really? That would be great." Victoria says with sparkles in her eyes.

"Yes, really. Just stick around the area, we'll give you a call when you can come back."

"Thank you so much! I will definitely be back."

Victoria leaves the audition room & makes her way outside.

She pulls out her phone to text Eliana the good news. As she's texting, she bumps into someone not paying attention.

"Oh, I'm so sorry...."

It wasn't until her eyes met with a pair of ocean blue eyes, when she knew who she had bumped into.

"....Austin."

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Chapter 2

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

I finally finished Sandstorm B and I think those two might be my new favourite Night Vale episodes (however I am not very far but still), and hands down the funniest part is Kevin arriving in Night Vale all "oh? What is this strange new world I have discovered?" meanwhile Cecil is over in the Desert Bluffs studio like "what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the FUCK"

[papergirllife]

Lee Jeno, Lee Haechan

Baseball AU

Alpha! Jeno x Omega! reader x Alpha! Haechan

Haechan hates Jeno's guts, from the first day he entered the baseball team with him, to becoming, god forbid, co captains with the brute that has the whole omega population in their college falling to their knees, Haechan gets a fair share of omegas, but just like the rest of the alphas here, he has his eyes on the cheer team captain who's also Jeno's fuck buddy, or that's what the two of you tell your friends.

One day, Jeno pisses off Haechan particularly hard, and boy does Haechan have a plan up his sleeve that might even get his dick wet by the omega of everyone's dreams.

Warnings : dub con, mxm, slick pills, bondage, cum play, spitting (i think that's all).

*Haechan still enjoys it despite it being dub con, stating this just so there won't be any saints calling me out for shit, don't like don't read. You have been warned.

Haechan could smell you before he saw you, the scent of lady Dior mixed with your natural sweet omega scent could make anyone distracted, and that’s what happens whenever you come to cheer practice.

College grounds in Seoul aren’t big by any means, which is why they have to share quarter of their court with the cheerleaders, and let’s just say none of the baseball players complained, majority of them being alphas after all.

But every team has the designated leader leading the pack, it’s in their blood, and for the cheer team, you’re the team captain, the queen bee of the whole school, your beautiful face and graceful moves made you the youngest team captain ever in history of this college, being in your third year when you were made cap.

The baseball team is a bit different, instead of there being one captain, Haechan shares the position with Jeno, co-captains, something both of them weren’t too happy about when they were first given the positions.

Haechan and Jeno tend to do things rather differently, Jeno’s a pusher, he trains the team as if he was running the navy, Haechan on the other hand, is an observer, he comments and takes action only when he sees mistakes, to Haechan, there’s always room for mistakes, but in Jeno’s books? Everything had to be perfect, which is why he’s sleeping with you, the omega which everyone deems perfect.

The student body only knew because the two of you are always missing during each others heats and ruts, none of it is confirmed, but they do see the two of you being cosy during frat parties.

Haechan takes a break from training after completing yet another home run, letting Jeno take the reins in pointing out their faults, he drinks from his water bottle as he watches you with hunger, the way your teammates toss you up in the air that has your skirt flipping up to reveal teeny tiny shorts underneath, your graceful leg striking a pose as the other perches on top of someone’s hand, you were a sight to behold, being in the air like the goddess you are.

That’s when Jeno calls for him, snapping his fingers in front of his eyes with a scowl etched on his face.

“This isn’t a one man show, coach wants you on the field,” Jeno demands, his bat perched on one of his broad shoulders.

“Isn’t that what you want? To remove me as co cap and give you the crown? This is your chance, pretty boy,” Haechan retorted as he chucks the bottle back into his duffle bag, standing up from the bench.

“If I could I would’ve had you removed from the team entirely,” Jeno said with a threatening tone in his voice, face set in a scowl as he shoves the bat lightly upon Haechan’s chest, the round surface digging into his bone.

“I’d like to see you try, be my guest,” Haechan retaliated, pushing the bat away from himself, walking away from a fuming Jeno.

Haechan has a plan up his sleeve, a plan that would indefinitely piss off Jeno and get his dick wet.

“50 thousand won for a plan that's bound to fail?” the girl in front of Haechan asks after listening to his ‘deal’ of wanting her to seduce none other than Lee Jeno.

“You're not going to fail if you let me finish, I’m going to get him drunk and you know how the cheer team pre games at this bar before they head to the frat right? So you go behind Jeno when she's not here and do this,” Haechan says before pausing to walk behind Yuri to massage her shoulders lightly, something that you do whenever you arrive at parties, “you do this exactly and Jeno who’s drunk off his ass would definitely think you’re her,” Haechan finishes off.

“You better make sure you get him drunk enough,” Yuri said before snatching the money from his hands.

“One last thing,” Haechan says before fishing out a box from his bag, “make sure to spray tons of this, to mask your scent,” he explained, handing her the box of Lady Dior perfume.

“I would’ve agreed right away if you put this on the trade first,” she said, quickly pocketing it.

“Don't forget to cheer for me during the game,” Haechan jokes before he leaves for practice, knowing Jeno’s going to throw a fit if he's late.

This is the most serious match Haechan has ever played, he really needs an excuse to get everyone drunk during the celebration tonight, especially Jeno.

For once, Haechan didn’t play to shine himself, cooperating with his teammates, even Jeno for fuck’s sake, he really hopes your pussy feels like the best he’s ever had, a bonus to pissing off Jeno, maybe he might be in it for the pussy more so than pissing him off, not even Haechan himself could conclude which is it.

Just as Haechan planned, the whole team decided to celebrate at the frat, seeing that Yuri had already arrived, chilling at a corner with her plan, waiting for Haechan’s signal.

Haechan detaches himself from his team, moving onto one of his team members who live here, Yang Yang, who’s in charge of mixing the booze.

“Be a good bro to me and mix up a stronger one for Jeno, will you?” Haechan asked, sliding a PlayStation gift card across the dining table.

“Whatever you're planning, please make it spectacular and not turn it into a cheap bar fight,” Yang Yang reminds him, recalling how they broke the telly the last time he helped him on one of his 'pranks’.

“Don't worry,” Haechan said before walking away, waiting for the show to began.

Just as he had planned, Jeno was out of it way quicker than usual, he did ask Yang Yang why his mixing today was stronger than last week, but Yang Yang brushed it off as Jeno being too uptight this morning, and really needs to loosen up.

When Jeno started getting this dazed look and laughed at even the worst jokes from Johnny who was just as drunk, he knew it was time, sending Yuri a quick text.

Jeno excused himself to go to the toilet, in his blurry vision, he could see that the house was almost packed now, when are you going to get here? squinting his eyes to see the clock, but gave up when he couldn't tell if it was ten or nine.

That’s when he feels a pair of slender hands massage his tensed shoulders, something you’d always do as a greeting, always going on about how he needs to loosen up his tendons after a match.

“What took you so long?” Jeno said before he turns back, but the last shot he downed must be really getting to him, because he can’t seem to see your face clearly, but that’s most definitely the perfume he keeps buying you, “god, I’m so far gone I can’t even see your pretty face clearly, you look like one of those weird Instagram filters you always complain about,” Jeno said before he tries to attach his nose to what he thought was your neck, not knowing that it wasn’t you at all.

Yuri notices, pushing Jeno away from herself before the difference in scent goes noticed from the ever observing alpha.

“Come, I’ll get you a water bottle from the kitchen, you guys must’ve had a lot to drink for you guys to take so long to get here,” Jeno mostly says to himself as Yuri nods, racking her head to remember how you sound like.

Yuri lets him guide her, staring at Jeno’s broad back, she’s never really been an avid fan of his looks, but she can’t deny that Jeno is one of the best looking alphas on campus.

Jeno opens the fridge to fetch her a new bottle, opening it easily like it was just paper to him, passing it to her with a rare smile that could only be seen when he’s won a match or joking with his friends.

After Yuri puts down the bottle, drinking a few sips of it to make herself seem believable, Jeno captures her lips into his, kissing her with fevour as his hands roam her figure.

After about ten seconds of making out, Yuri pulls away when she hears a familiar voice.

“Lee Jeno, what the fuck are you doing?!” you shouted when you saw the sight in front of you, the one person you agreed to fuck exclusively with, is now dishevelled from another woman’s touch, pulling away dazed when he sees you at the entrance of the kitchen, pushing himself away from Yuri, muttering an apology before he tries to chase after you with no avail, you were lost in the masses of people.

Joy had a pregnancy scare, so instead of heading to the bar to pre game with the rest of the girls, you obviously needed to go to the next town to buy her a test, her family runs majority of the pharmacy stores here. So obviously, there was no way the two of you could be seen heading into one to buy pregnancy tests.

Traffic piled up on the way back which wasn’t all that surprising, typical over time workers jam hour, what you didn't expect was to see Jeno, sucking faces with some random bitch you didn't even know existed.

You were fuming, even though you had no right to be, the two of you were just exclusive as friends with benefits, you shouldn’t be upset. Before you could calm yourself down with a drink, someone called your name, that unique voice you’d pick out anywhere in the crowd.

“You okay? Why aren't you with Jeno?” he asked, pushing himself off the railing of the stairs.

“He's eating the face of another omega,” you huffed before you made your way to his side, leaning onto the hard surface.

“You’re a beautiful one, don't be upset because of Jeno, you could have anyone you want, me included,” Haechan added, a sly smile on his face, at that moment, he resembled a fox more than the cute bear image that his friends, other than Jeno that is, had presented him.

“You just want me to piss off your nemesis,” you outed him, but you weren't mad, maybe you would've been annoyed if this happened previously, but you might actually benefit from this now.

“Don’t think of yourself so lowly, you’re the hottest omega on campus, anyone who’s interested in women would want you. I'm only asking,” Haechan starts off before pausing, standing in front of you before his arms trap you in place between the railing and himself, staring right into your eyes, “because I know if Jeno hadn’t made the move first, you would’ve been mine from the start,” Haechan finishes off, tongue poking at his cheek.

You smile at his words, his confidence is sexy, he might not be the tallest or the biggest in physique, but there’s certainty something about him that has you reeling.

You slam your lips against his, taking him by surprise before you felt him compose himself, sinking into the feeling of your soft lips, biting them, the taste of peaches igniting his taste buds.

Pulling him impossibly closer, you can smell his scent now, the scent of honey and flowers, maybe a hint of cinnamon, very different from Jeno’s peppermint musk, his hands start to wander daringly, grabbing a handful of your ass, his other hand behind your back, you’re so close that he could feel your breasts touching his, awakening his cock from the tight confines of his jeans.

Just when he wants to take you to an empty room, someone hollers his name, a blood curling voice followed by loud footsteps, the sight of Jeno charging at him with the scariest expression you've ever seen.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Jeno asks, his voice booming throughout the house, his hands coming up to tug at Haechan’s collar.

“You lost all rights to ask when you kissed that girl, that was your rule, Jeno, exclusive fuck buddies, anyone has the right to out if the other was with anyone else, those were your words, you set the rules, I followed, I had enough of that now, what we had, Lee Jeno, is now over, go find another omega to spend your ruts with, let's see if there's anyone else who’s willing to be your pliant bitch” you said before taking your leave, hurt evident in Jeno’s eyes, but there was nothing he could do, that was what he said, the agreement, he broke the rule.

By then, the whole house was looking at them, someone had even killed the music to listen, Haechan looks at Jeno, chuckling at the sight of his enemy looking like a sad puppy.

Jeno heard him, eyes turning into a shade of bright red before he tries to lunge at Haechan, having been stopped by Mark and his friend Johnny.

“Let me have him!” Jeno shouts as he sees Jaemin quickly telling Haechan to leave if he values his life.

“Coach would kill us if the two of you fought right before an important match, dude,” Mark said, trying his best to calm his angry friend with no avail, Jeno’s anger could only be calmed by you, whenever he lost a match, you won't be far behind, but he didn't lose a match, he lost something that meant much more.

The next day, Jeno skipped all his classes to look for one person, the girl who tried to fake herself as you. He's sure it’s intentional, the perfume, the quick massage, there’s no way she wasn’t acting like you on purpose.

And there she was, when the bell rang right before lunch, he sees her coming out with her friends, Jeno easily picking up the scent of the familiar fragrance, at first whiff it smells like yours, but now that he's sober, Jeno could easily tell the difference of the scent.

Slipping a hand into Jaemin’s recorder to press start, Jeno quickly corners her.

“Why did you act like her last night?” Jeno asks, cutting to the chase.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yuri said, her gaze avoiding his.

“You did it on purpose, the same perfume, the same way of greeting me, are you a crazed stalker or something? I could report you, you know, I’m sure there’s plenty of people who saw you trying to get in my pants while I was under the influence of alcohol, I’m sure wouldn’t want people to label you as a stalker and a potential rapist,” Jeno said, in a way threatening her, he isn’t someone who plays these games, but he needs you to know the truth.

“Okay, fine! I only did it because Haechan paid me to, I just wanted some extra bucks, no need to report me to the police or some shit,” Yuri said, “is there anything else you need to know?” Yuri asked.

“No, but please stay away from me from now on,” Jeno said before taking his leave, sending you a quick text to meet him at the rooftop.

‘Ok’

Jeno sighs, it’s never good news when you type ok instead of okay.

Jeno sees you, sitting on an old desk that faces another empty one across, the one that he tends to occupy whenever the two of you meet up, that is, before the two of you get right into fucking.

Jeno walks to said direction, heart dropping when he sees his old letterman jacket, the one he outgrew and had gifted it to you.

You eyed it distastefully when Jeno picks it up into his hold, the jacket that marks you as his possession and nothing else, you didn’t mind being his, but you wanted to be the only one, not one of those dumb omegas that tolerate their alphas having a few other omegas, Jeno despised that alpha siding patriarchy, or that’s what you used to think, you don't know what goes on in his mind anymore.

“I only agreed to meet you because I wanted to return this to you, nothing else,” you said before getting up to leave, but Jeno stops you, hand clasped tightly around your wrist.

“You can get angry, we can fight, but at least leave some room for me to explain, please,” Jeno begged, Jeno doesn’t beg, that’s entirely out of his alpha character, but for you, he’ll mould himself to your liking.

“Why should I? That was the law that you had laid down, any unexclusiveness and we’re done, we only agreed to use each other for sex, your words, your agreement,” you said with a sense of finality in your voice, firm with your thoughts, that’s what sparked Jeno’s interest in you, not your beauty, not your seductive words, but your ever strong willed personality, the status of an omega had the never hindered your opinionated personality.

“Fuck the agreement, I want you, please, just listen,” Jeno pleaded, pulling you into his embrace, his strong chest and ever welcoming scent threatening you to melt on the spot.

You didn't say anything, waiting for what he has to say, but instead of saying anything, the recording Jeno had secretly taped, played.

You listened intently as Jeno tries to grasp what you’re feeling with your heartbeat and your scent, at first when you were mad, your heartbeat was erratic, your scent on a sour note, but now, your heartbeat returns to normal, a calm state, your scent returning to the faint peach scent mixed with the flowery perfume.

“I really didn't know it was you, I'm sorry,” Jeno apologises, looking very much like a sad little puppy now.

“What did you do to Haechan to spring a plan like this on you?” you asked, pulling away slightly to look back at Jeno, you weren’t mad, you were just annoyed at how these two grown men were acting like teenage girls in some drama.

“Don't worry about him, I'll think of something to get him back, for now, we should go get lunch,” Jeno said, picking up the neatly folded jacket up to drape it around your shoulders, smiling at the sight of you drowning in his jacket.

“Lunch? There's only 15 minutes left,” you complained before Jeno reassures you that there was enough time to take away and eat it at the back of your upcoming shared class.

People have been speculating that things have not gone down well between you and Jeno’s hushed discussion behind the class the other day, seeing that the two of you haven’t been talking, and the familiar letterman jacket is now no longer worn on your frame wherever you go.

Haechan smiles in delight when he sees his plan all worked out, and that people knew he was the reason that Jeno lost his fuck buddy permanently.

What Haechan doesn’t know is that that’s what the two of you want the students to think, having came up with the perfect plan to get back at him once the chance presents itself.

You and Jeno didn’t have to wait too long, the baseball team just won the end of season match against their rival school, so celebrations were definitely in order at the baseball team’s house, theirs as big as the frat’s.

Haechan was only planning to come down for a drink or two, their coach was really hard on the training the whole week leading up to that match, so he was dressed down in a white tee and sweats, not expecting any omegas to approach him when he’s sitting on a stool by himself at the kitchen island.

Haechan was most surprised when he feels a pair of hands rubbing his tensed shoulders, thinking of giving the girl his number to meet up tomorrow, he did a double take when he sees you, all dolled up, eyes batting at him, and to his glee, without Jeno behind you.

“Well, if it isn’t Jeno’s sweet little omega, came back for more?” Haechan asked, standing up from the stool, leaning against the artificial marble.

You scoff, eyes rolling back in dislike, pushing at his chest lightly.

“I'm no longer his, everyone knows. And you look lonely, alpha,” you said before standing on your tippy toes to reach his left ear, “I could fix that,” you continued in a seductive whisper, a mischievous glint in your eyes when you see him visibly get worked up by your words.

“I should bend you over on this kitchen counter and fill you up with my cum, baby,” Haechan says, a hand reaching up to push a few stray hairs behind your ear before he envelopes his lips between your lobe, gently sucking on it before he bites on it, the sudden switch of demeanour catching you off guard, slick pooling in your panties.

“I can smell you, so sweet, no wonder that brute won't let you out of his clutches,” Haechan said before taking a long whiff of your scent.

“You can have me, all to yourself, in any way, why bend me over here when you can do all sorts of things in your room, for your eyes only, alpha,” you said, tempting him, like dangling a carrot in front of a horse.

Haechan decides to oblige by your words, taking you up the stairs of the house, ignoring the people that begin to whisper about the two of you, he doesn’t give a fuck, and if you did, then there wouldn’t have been a triumph smile on your face and slick between your legs.

Once Haechan unlocked the door, you push him against it, locking your lips with his and his door, clicking it shut as you shove your chest into his, distracting him from the click of the lock, his focused divided between shoving his tongue into your mouth and the feeling of your boobs on his chest.

You manoeuvre him to his gaming chair, straddling his lap before you push his hands up, “no touching” you said before you start grinding on his hard cock that’s straining in his sweats, the lack of underwear evident.

“You know I could flip you over within a second right?” Haechan teases as you suck marks onto his pretty neck.

“Really?” you asked with a quirk of your brows before Haechan felt someone cuff him with thick metal, pushing his hands down before he feels ropes being secured around his wrists then to his chair, the action so quick that Haechan splutters, not knowing what's going on.

“What the fuck is this?!” he asks, eyes wide in panic, before someone else appears in front of him, his sworn nemesis, Lee Jeno, for once, smiling at him.

“You. How the fuck did you get into my room?!” Haechan questioned, struggling against the bondages.

“I used to hang out with a senior who knew how to pick locks with chopsticks,” Jeno said before holding said tools up, albeit a bit bent.

“Don't be so fired up, Haechan ah, maybe he’ll let you fuck me still, wouldn’t you want that?” you asked, grinding particularly hard onto him, his mouth parted in a moan, giving you the chance to kiss him.

Haechan reciprocates your affection all too willingly, until he feels you sliding a pill into his mouth, your fingers held onto his neck, the shock making him inhale by nature, feeling the pill drop smoothly down his throat, into his tummy.

Haechan tries his best to vomit it out with no avail, a growl emitting his chest, eyes flashing red.

“What the fuck was that?! Are the two of you psychopaths trying to kill me?!” Haechan demanded, panic stricken.

“Kill you? That would be a waste of sexy alphas, am I right Jeno?” you asked before Jeno nods diligently like a puppy, “I gave you one of those horny pills that male betas use whenever they want to feel like an omega when they bottom, I’ll give it 20 minutes tops before you feel slick oozing out of your puckered hole, Haechan,” you said before getting off of his lap, strolling over to where Jeno was seated at on Haechan’s bed, swivelling his chair to your direction in the process.

“Should we take off his pants for him Jeno? I really want to see how much slick there will be after we fuck,” you asked as you pulled Haechan closer, right at the foot of the bed.

“Go ahead, baby, I’ll be waiting for you,” Jeno said before he starts to undress, eyes watching you peel Haechan’s bottoms off, biting on the corner of his bottom lip.

Haechan wasn’t feeling too good, he doesn't know if he’s turned on by you undressing him, Jeno stripping himself, or the pill, but he hasn’t felt any slick between his ass cheeks yet, was he maybe was into Jeno all these days?

When you were done, you pulled off your tight dress, revealing nothing under your skin, Haechan is desperate for you to turn your front to him, your ass is beautiful, but he has to see your tits, he just knows they’re perky from how you rubbed against him just now.

“I think someone wants to see you, baby, turn around,” Jeno said, eyes locking onto Haechan.

You did as Jeno said, a satisfied smile on your face as you watch Haechan subtly grinding his cock against his thighs.

Jeno takes control over you, letting his hands grasp onto your tits harshly, watching Haechan swallow the lump down his throat as he eyes the way your tits spill out of Jeno’s hands.

Soon after, Jeno guides you to sit on his cock, hands held onto your hips securely before he helps you slide in, inch by inch, trying his best not to make too much noise from your tight walls, the two of you rarely skip foreplay even though you're sure you can take him, Jeno was a tease, but today, his chosen victim isn’t you.

When Jeno was completely inside you, you were moaning like a bitch in heat at the feeling of being filled to the brim, this position allowing Jeno’s cock to touch your sensitive spot without any movement.

While you were getting used to the feeling, Haechan could feel himself getting painfully hard, especially when he saw Jeno’s cock stretched taunt against your skin, the shape of his cock clearly shown when inside you, that's when he feels himself burning up, choking on his own saliva when he feels his untouched hole leaking slick, the alpha in him humiliated, but on the other hand, very much turned on by the feeling of his slick pooling in his expensive chair.

Haechan yearns to be filled up just like you, almost whimpering aloud at how empty he feels. Thankfully the two of you were too distracted to notice the tiny puddle just below where his balls sit.

Jeno was fucking up into you hard and fast, his pace unforgiving as you try your best to bounce back onto his cock, trying your best to match his pace.

Your eyes screw shut in pleasure when Jeno slides between your folds, drawing quick circles on your clit, your legs faltering, completely relying on Jeno as he snaps his hips against yours, the sound of his balls slapping your cheeks resonating throughout Haechan’s room.

In the midst of Jeno’s abuse on your pussy, Jeno moves you into a doggy position for easier access, his hand coming up to pull a handful of your hair.

“I want you to open your eyes and look at how pathetic he is baby, look how drenched his chair is, I want him to suffer, to see how much you’re enjoying getting dicked down by a true alpha,” Jeno orders.

You try your best to open your eyes, not only because you want to abide by Jeno’s words, but because you want to see if what he said was true, and that’s when you see it, a large puddle of slick between Haechan’s parted thighs, the said alpha whining and pitifully rubbing his leaking cock on the cushion.

Jeno could feel your walls clamping down on him when you took in the sight in front of you, satisfaction filling his chest because of how much you’re enjoying yourself, he quickens his pace, hand going back to rub harsh circles on your clit as he whispers dirty plans into your ear, the dirty information only fuelling your pleasure, a particular harsh thrust and a smack of Jeno’s large hands on your ass sends you over the edge, your body convulsing as your walls clamp down harshly onto Jeno, triggering his release, his cock lodged into your pussy by his swelling knot, groaning as he felt your cum warm his cock, spurts of his cum slowly painting your walls white.

When your post orgasm haze faded, you decided to bend over to suck Haechan off, the poor alpha finally finding relief, trying his best to thrust into your warm mouth, moaning freely now that he’s accepted defeat.

When Jeno felt his knot die down, he slips out of you, tapping your butt to tell you to go on with the second phase of the plan that he had told you in the midst of burying his cock inside of you.

You released Haechan from your mouth, waiting patiently as you watch Jeno untie him from his chair dragging him to his bed by the chains of his cuff.

You go back to your previous position, straddling Haechan who was laying down flat on his bed before you began bouncing on his cock, Haechan curses at the fact that his hands are still cuffed, but his mind was suddenly blanked by the feeling of Jeno sliding a finger into his neglected hole, then two, Haechan was screaming, the feeling of receiving an immense amount of pleasure at both ends was too much for him, tears streaming down his face as he struggles in Jeno’s hold.

You came quickly because of the oversensitivity from Jeno’s actions, hips rotating on Haechan’s cock, riding out your high, your walls clamping down on Haechan, the pleasure border lining pain because of the overstimulation, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

Jeno increased the pace of his fingers when he found his prostate, slipping a third finger into the play, another loud scream interrupting the heated moment, Haechan was going to cum, he could finally cum in your warm pussy, but when he was about to, you pulled yourself off of him.

Haechan whines when he feels his high slowly slipping away, but before he could attract the whole party to stand outside his room to listen, you decided to suck him off, three inches of his thick girthy cock lodged in your mouth while your hand squeezes at where his knot begins to swell, cum building up at the knot before he releases, his cum filling your mouth as the knot slowly but surely, dying down.

You try your best to keep it all in, breathing in slowly through your nose until he finishes.

Jeno quickly flips Haechan over, his fingers that were still buried up his ass slips out momentarily before he uses two index fingers to pry his hole open for you.

You attach your mouth to his ruined hole, letting Haechan’s own cum fill himself up, spitting into his hole until the very last drop is gone.

Haechan doesn't know what to think of it, he decides to just let the two of you have your ways, letting his body be used by the two of you like some sex doll, not even batting an eye when he sees that Jeno was recording all along after you had taken over, right until you detached your mouth from his hole, Haechan wants to scold him for not recording the whole thing, but he was too tired to say anything, letting his body go lax when you finished, satisfied that he has, at least, his own cum in his ass.

“That was the best and worst prank ever, now if you’ll excuse me, I'll be going to sleep,” Haechan says before he feels a wet towel wiping his sweaty face, eyes fluttering open to see your pretty face.

“Goodnight, Haechan,” you said before Haechan slips into slumber, a faint feeling of muscular arms wrapping around his torso.

[wwhatev3r]

Easy company reactions to you telling them you’re pregnant 🫢

Easy Company Reaction: telling them you're pregnant

Notes: I suck at writing fluff, but I tried my best, yeah :) I hope you and everyone like it. Oh and I made a really pretty moodboard for this post but tumblr won't show my post on the tags if i use it. Fuck you tumblr!

– Dick Winters - (Please, give this man 5 seconds to process what you just said.) “You’re pregnant.” he repeated your words, “We’re having a baby.” He was saying it slowly without breaking his gaze with yours, as a way to wake up from the shock and to realize what you just told him. He then hugged you and kissed your forehead. It didn't take much for him to immediately start preparing the nursery. 

– Lewis Nixon - (Your luck is that he is rich.) You told him right after you declined a cup of whiskey from him. “What? You are what?” he almost spilled his drink, “Holy shit… I mean, that’s amazing news honey!” He looked a little dizzy and almost tripped when he went to kiss you. After that he literally ran to tell Dick and save him the spot as godfather of the child. 

– Carwood Lipton - (Literal silent panic.) After a few seconds of total silence he walked over to you and hugged you like it was the last time he was going to hug you in his life. He held you close and said: “It’s going to be fine, we got this.” You could tell he was a little worried but he just needed time to process all of it. He was so stressed the next few days, he wanted everything to be prepared and perfect.

– Ronald Speirs - He gave you one of his typical intense gazes. For a moment you thought he was angry but then when he walked across the room to reach you, grab your face and look you deeply in the eyes, you could see he was on the verge of tears. “I’m going to dedicate my life to you and to our baby.” he said, as he landed one of his hands on your belly. The next day you found a little list of names in his office. 

– George Luz - He almost choked on his food. “Cut the crap. What? Are you serious?” After he realized you weren’t kidding he ran to pick you up, spin you around and kiss you. He looked like a kid on Christmas from how happy he was. You had the spend the evening trying to convince him to not name the child some really stupid name. “If It’s a boy can we name him after me? And can we take him or her to play baseball?” he asked at least. 

– Joe Liebgott - “Tell me you’re not joking. Princess, you just made me the happiest man alive.” He quickly ran to hold you by your waist and gave you a breathless kiss, “Holy shit, I’m going to be a dad.” He was so excited but as his last words kept repeating in his head a sudden grip on his chest started to grow. He then told you that he was scared of not being a good father. You guys talked it out and the next day he came home with a baby suit saying “Sorry ladies my daddy is definitely taken.”

– Bill Guarnere - You had to sit him down to tell him. “You’re not kidding, right?” He immediately got up, “Holy fuck, we are going to have a mini Bill or Billie!” (good luck bestie) The shocked expression grew in a second into the biggest smile you have ever seen and he almost trip when he reached you for a kiss. He called everyone to announce it like the proud dad that he is. “Guess the fuck what… I’m going to be a dad!!”

– Joe Toye - “W-what? You’re pregnant?” He had never hugged you so tightly in his life but when you met his eyes you felt his anxiety. Joe was scared that he might not be prepared but he had been waiting for that moment for so long and he was not gonna let his insecurities take over his happiness. He is always so stressed that you and baby may get hurt, so he doesn't let you do anything at home during your pregnancy. 

– Donald Malarkey - “Are you shitting me? Honey, I-... I don't know what to say. I mean, you are pregnant. We are going to have a baby!” he playfully picked you up between exciting giggles. He immediately ran to the store to go buy diapers and baby bottles (don’t worry he came back.) Him and Skip spent the next 9 months singing and telling jokes to your belly.

– Warren “Skip'' Muck - “Oh my god, you’re pregnant?” You showed him the test after he asked, “Oh my god, you’re pregnant!” He started jumping around and then washed you with kisses. He ran to tell Malark and Penkala and immediately asked you if both of them could be godfathers. Every day he talks to your belly: “Hey bud, It’s me, your dad. How is it there? Is mommy’s belly comfortable?” (I’m crying, he’s the cutest.) 

– Darrel “Shifty” Powers - (This gentleman, I-) You sat him by your side when you told him. “Really?... You are?” He instantly held your hands and grew the sweetest smile, “I can’t believe you're carrying our baby right now.” After that he kissed you like you’re made of glass. From there on he tried his best to stop smoking because of you and the baby, and when it's time to go to bed he wishes the baby a goodnight and kisses your belly and then your lips. 

– Eugene Roe - He was speechless for some seconds until you called his name, he then got closer to you. “Honey, I could not be more happy but It’s up to you if…” You made clear you’re ready and that you wanted the baby, you then saw his shy smile bloom and gaze at the floor before meeting your eyes again and kiss you tenderly. He found the best doctor and scheduled every appointment at least once a month to make sure everything was okay. After all he is a medic, you could not be in better hands. 

– Edward “Babe” Heffron - At first impression he did panic a little. “W-what? Are you serious? Oh my… what are we gonna do?” You even saw his sweat rolling down his forehead, so you had to sit him down, relax him and make sure everything was going to be okay. He took a deep breath and then a little childlike smile grew, “I’m going to be a dad.” He spent the whole weekend celebrating. He even started referring to the baby as if he was already there: “What about the three of us going to a nice restaurant?” 

– David Webster - His heart even skipped a beat. “Are you certain?” he asked you a little unassertive, “We are having a baby, I can’t believe it.” You notice the excitement grow by his voice. He then grew a big smile and hugged you, lifting you up. He spent the whole time reading books about babies, baby care and giving birth. He was ready for the child theoretically, but Lieb always made some pretty dark humor jokes to make him scared. But in the end it turned out fine. 

– Frank Perconte - You couldn't tell if he was happy or scared. He was so excited but he was sweating, for a second you even thought he was going to faint. “It’s amazing! A baby!” he told you after kissing you a million times, “It’s like having you and me mixed in a bowl, it's awesome!” He then took a deep breath and said: “Yeah, I think I need to sit down a little.” He was having a mix of emotions, but when things cooled down he started preparing everything. The next day he came home with two packs of diapers and so many clothes for the baby.

– Denver “Bull” Randleman - As the mature man that he is he stayed pretty calm. “There isn't anyone in this world that I wish more to have a family with than you.” He gently brushed your hair before pulling you for a peaceful kiss. Bull never felt more responsible over something in his life. He did everything in his power to make sure you were comfortable and safe, after all he loved you and you were carrying your and his child. 

– John Martin - You had to sit Johnny down before telling him. “A-are you sure?” He tried to act calm but you could see how nervous he was and still trying to keep his serious expression. You asked if he was happy and his eyelids instantly loosed and he got down on his knees to hold your hands, “I am, baby. I’m sorry I was just taken by surprise. I-... I love you, if you’re happy I’m happy.” He gave you a passionate kiss and one of his rare vulnerable smiles. May no one stress you, hurt you or look at you in a wrong way or he will riot. 

– Floyd Talbert - (Oh, this is going to be fun…) Right after you told him he paralyzed for a second. “I-i… hum, well,” He started stuttering but then tried to put himself back together by walking over to you and gazing into your eyes, “Well, that’s great news.” You’re not expecting to take it so well but after all he wasn't that surprised that you were pregnant. He was so excited for the baby, he wanted to teach him how to play guitar and play sports. One night he said: “Hey love, after he or she is born can we go make some more?”

[slasher-male-wife]

Can you do Dwayne x gn reader one where the reader has been friends with the boys for like 5 months now and still doesn’t know about them being vampires. They are Dwayne’s mate but he hasn’t made a move because he is afraid that they might not want to be with him when they find out about what they are. Reader is in love withDwayne but never thought they had a chance with him so never said anything. Also reader comes from a not so great family and maybe one night doesn’t show up to the boardwalk so Dwayne goes to find them and they are in bad shape physically.

Sorry if the request is a mess. I’m not used to making requests.

Ok I get this don't worry. Also don't tell Lost but like Dwayne my beloved &lt;;3 this is what you get for giving me your brain rot Lost. Anyway I hope this isn't like totally horrible and I went with like the reader being more hurt than sick because I feel like that's what you want. This might be a bit dark but hey, I'm ok with things being dark.

Warnings: Mentioned violence against reader, strong language, mentions of abusive family

You first met the boys on the boardwalk when you found Laddie lost on the boardwalk. You found the boys and the five of you soon began hanging out. Almost every day for the past five months you've met the boys at the boardwalk. If you couldn't make it you'd always tell the boys. But when you did make it Dwayne was the most excited to see you. He often answered your calls when you couldn't make it and was the one who spent the most time around you. He would be close to you all the time, bought things for you, won prizes for you and overall was a great friend. That's what you assume he want's to be. You do have feeling for him. But you're too scared to ask and ruin the friendship.

Dwayne stared to worry when he went to the boardwalk and couldn't find you. You never called and said you couldn't make it. David said not to worry and that you might just be late or you forgot to call. But for the entire night he couldn't stop worrying. After a few hours he couldn't bear it anymore and he rode off on his bike to your house. He had to see what was wrong. He knows he has feeling for you but he's worried you'll fear him once he finds out what he is. How will he even tell you what he is? His brain is cloudy as he parks his bike a bit away from your house and quickly makes his way over. He finds your bedroom light on. Why didn't you call? He climbs up to your window and knocks.

You quickly turn and find Dwayne waiting for you to open up. His face is worried and it only grows when he sees your black eye and busted cheek. You open the window and let him in.

"Dwayne what the hell are you doing here?" You ask in a hushed tone. You live alone but you still whisper out of instinct.

"You never called. What the hell happened to you? Who did this?" He cups your jaw and looks over the purple bruise and scabbed over bust.

"Dwayne I'm fine ok? I just got hurt playing baseball with some friends." He knows you're lying. He can tell you're hiding something from him. He knows he's hiding things from you too but if you'd be honest with him he could be honest with you. His brows furrow and he grabs your hands.

"Who hurt you?" He asks, his voice commanding and dark. You can't look him in the eye. You feel bad for lying but you don't know what else to do. You sigh and look back to him.

"I got in a fight with my dad and things got out of hand. I'm fine really I just-"

"You're not fine," His tone is still dark and harsh. His love of you is making his rage boil. How could someone even hurt someone like you. Let alone your own father. He knows what he's going to do now, "I'm not gonna let him get away with this." He moves down and holds your hands now.

"Dwayne don't do anything please. Don't go to jail for me ok? I'm fine alright?" You say.

"It's not ok Y/n. No one should ever do this to you," He wants to say more but something inside of him is screaming to tell you who he really is first. God you have to know that something his going on here, "Y/n I have something to tell you. Fuck I don't want you to let go of my hands when I say this ok?" You nod.

"Dwayne I know now. I've been scared to say it but, I love you too." He pauses. Should he still tell you he's a vampire? Or should he take advantage of this moment, "I've been so worried that I'd ruin the friendship by telling you my feelings for you. I'm so glad you love me too." He smiles and leans in to kiss you. You lean in too and soon your lips are touching. His lips have a strange taste to them. Something metallic tasting. You wait a few moments to pull away until you move your hands into Dwayne's hair and kiss him hard. He kisses back and you two stand there kissing for what felt like hours but it was really just minutes. He moves his hands to hold you closer to him.

"I should have told you that sooner," Dwayne says. He can wait a few more days to tell you what he really is. He shouldn't ruin the moment, "I love you Y/n."

"I love you too Dwayne."

[spideyspeaches]

Heart made of glass ↬ t.h

A/N: Beta read by the lovely @hollandcrush​ !! <3<3

Request (Summary): can you please write one about Tom, who is on the filming process of cherry and has some emotional problems because he feels that his character is already part of his life, so he comes home very angry and in a bad mood, so he just snaps and creates a big fight with the reader and just says things that he obviously didn't meant, you know very angst, and at the end just very fluff.

Hope you like this anon! Lemme know your thoughts heh <3<3

Warnings: breakdowns, slight vomiting but it’s not graphic. I’m not in any way romanticizing or sexualising breakdowns. 

WC: 2k+ 

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

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Tom was an ambitious guy. He took his roles seriously, no matter what his character was and who he played. It was an admirable trait, the way he both enjoyed his work and worked hard to earn a high place in such a place as Hollywood. 

You always took pride in how amazing and accomplished your boyfriend was, your heart swelling whenever you heard his name being mentioned in events and interviews. You enjoyed how he tried to diversify the movies he worked in. 

("I've been playing the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man for so long, it's about time I play someone different now." He once said in a Jimmy Kimmel interview. You were watching from the audience, smiling as the audience roared in affirmation. 

"Well looks like you took quite a big leap from playing a superhero." Jimmy said, smiling at the audience with his paparazzi smile. 

You knew the question was scripted, quite harmless, but you still noticed how his shoulder stiffened, his smile not wavering once. 

"Well yeah, I used to be a superhero and now I'm a heroin addict." He joked, winking at the audience as he ran a hand through his nearly hairless head.

He cried himself to sleep that night, burying his face in your chest as you shushed him. )

It always worked in his favour, with the incredible support his family and fan base provided. And he was always so humble about it. 

Filming Cherry, however, was way different than he thought it would. With filming Cherry came consequences that he didn't necessarily like. He knew what he was bringing on himself and his family when he was first introduced with the script.

(Contrary to popular belief, he didn't actually give out spoilers, it was just small promotional stunts that kind of took over as his reputation to spoil minor details.)  

The process was intense, getting into the mindset of "Cherry" was taxing, and people were beginning to notice it in him. He was more restless, tugging at his non existent curls when he thought no one would notice. 

He was more clingy, more appreciative of your body and you, letting you know that there was no sexual intent behind his acts of caressing your waist at random times. You didn't notice the change in his behaviour. 

He had always been like this, watching you with the most gratifying gaze a man could muster, his pretty brown eyes like globes of whiskey, staring at you with a muffled expression. You didn't notice. 

There had always been a cutting edge to his voice, you knew and adored it. Behind the British actor who played Spider-Man, he was your Tom. Your Tom who gave you forehead kisses and baked cakes with you and made silly playlists that reminded him of you and you of him, your Tom who worshiped the ground you walked on, your Tom, your Tom and your Tom.

(Sometimes you envied that he was an actor, so good at hiding any emotions he felt, it came easy to him, just another fake emotion like he was a face behind the camera.)

He was never aggressive towards you. Never. Even on tough days, he was soft, caring and understanding to the point where it made you mad, immediately making you feel guilty. He worked so hard and yet here you were, blaming him for being nice, never standing up for himself.

"Uh, Tom, Tom stop, wait." You grunted, pushing his shoulders as he scrambled away from you at your discontent. 

You held his face, his breath hitching, hyperventilating as he tried to get himself together. 

Ever since he had started filming Cherry, he had been away from you. And now that you were finally here, he had been all over you, making love to every inch of your skin, like it was a holy grail he had to find, caressing your warm skin under his fingers making you shiver as his nimble fingers wandered. It was the intimacy, sexual and quasi-sexual, that made you realise, that there was something wrong.

Sex- it had been a constant in your life other than Tom. But of course, you didn't live on it. It was but a fuel that strengthened your relationship, it was about discovery and showing your vulnerable sides. It was a reminder of the coffee dates and baseball matches. It was loving, gentle and raw, like a gentle breeze caressing your face.

But this, this was different. And you noticed. This, what you had been doing, it was fucking. It was aggressive and needy and it felt good, but at the same time, it felt different.

"Baby?" You asked softly, trying to meet his eyes in the dark lit trailer. It was late, way past filming times, the only time you got to see his vulnerable side. 

You should have been in his hotel room, but you were in his trailer instead. All alone in the all encompassing darkness, it made your heart stutter beats. 

"Baby speak to me. What's happening, who's doing this to you?" You ask once again, holding onto him firmly this time, his squirming frame making you loosen your hold. You didn't care that you were naked, he had already seen it all. 

Fiddling with the rough sheets, he huffed a heavy breath. And that was all it took for the dam to break. 

"Tell me how do you feel baby, you're starting to scare me." You urged. All you got in response was his muffled sobs. Pulling him forward, you let his head rest on your bare chest, rivulets of tears sliding down your warm skin, almost burning you like acid, his tiny hair tickling you, a very contrasting feeling. 

"I can't do it. I can't take it anymore." He sniffed, wrapping his strong arms around you, shivering at the contact. It was a cold night in Cleveland, and you were naked and he was crying. You were berating yourself for not noticing. 

"What can't you take anymore?" You hold him, tracing circles on his buzz cut hair, just the way you did when he had his curls. 

"I feel like I'm becoming him. I don't like it at all, I try and try but I can't." He sobs, shoulders hitching with each sob. You felt your heart break, the sounds of his cries sending daggers into your skin. 

How could you have not noticed? The lively sunshine of a man was almost an empty shell. The interviews with former drug addicts had been excruciating for you, pity, disgust, sympathy and every other sinful emotion swirling in your mind. 

You couldn't believe that you hadn't thought about Tom, of what an effect it would have on him. 

"Bub, listen to me, carefully," you said, shushing him as he continued to look at you, teary eyed and red nosed, snot dripping out of his nose,"you listen to me. You're strong and resilient and nothing like him okay? He's not you. You're Tom Holland. You're brilliant and brave and amazing okay?" 

"But I don't feel that way!" He said, his aggressive stance surprising you, "he's- he's…" 

"He's what?" You asked, a little too impatient. Muttering a sorry, you rub your palm on his cheek, kissing the soft, moist skin.

"I don't feel so good." He croaked, getting up suddenly, making a run for the washroom. You rushed after him, watching him as he heaved into the toilet. Rubbing his back, you muttered affirmations, curling besides him as he sat on the ground, his back to the cold wall. 

You got up to switch on the lights, feeling his hands tugging yours, a soft "stay" coming out of him. 

"Better?" You asked, feeling him now against your collarbone. 

"I shouldn't be this affected, this- this isn't fair. I'm overreacting, I'm sorry I worried you baby I swear I didn't mean to-" 

"Shh, Tom first of all, you're not overreacting okay?" You smiled, kissing his nose, moving towards his brows and his forehead, "It's perfectly reasonable. The role you're playing...It's not exactly picking daisies. Fuck you're playing a heroin addict Tommy, a broken soldier with PTSD, a breakdown was inevitable. It only shows that you're human." 

"Really?" He smiled, it looked more like a grimace, a plea for reassurance. 

"Yes, really." You said, booping his nose, eliciting a giggle from him,"now, you better go to bed mister, you have an early shoot don't you?" You playfully scolded, kissing his lips, laughing as he carried you bridal style. 

"Tomorrow will be better." You whispered, kissing his eyelids, already closed, chest moving rhythmically as you counted his pulse, making sure he was completely asleep before slipping on your clothes, covering him with the thin quilt. 

***

"Is everything okay on set?" You asked casually, watching the crewmates work tirelessly in the daylight. 

You were standing next to Ciara on a prop jeep, fiddling with the water bottle held in your hand. 

"Hmm, as okay it can be with two people playing drug addicts." She shrugged, looking at you with a small smile. 

"Are you okay?" You asked, turning to give her your full attention, remembering your boyfriend's breakdown yesterday. 

"It gets… intense at times. Some scenes are hard to play, but we're okay. Mostly." She answered, taking your water bottle and chugging the water. 

"I'm not a therapist, but you can talk to me, you know?" You smiled, holding her shoulder as she gave you a bashful smile. 

"It's been tough on Tom. He's more aggressive, nearly had a breakdown during a scene." She said. 

"Yeah, that.. that happened yesterday too." 

"It was time, a person can only hold so much right?" 

"Yeah." 

You pondered her words, wondering if you could do anything to curb this. 

"I think I need help." He said one day while you were eating dinner. Harry, who was sitting next to you, looked up from his plate, giving you a knowing look before clearing his throat. 

"I'm gonna get some water." He said, waving awkwardly at you and getting up. You took that as a cue to scoot closer to Tom, running your hands through his camel hair. 

"That's very brave of you hun, asking for help." You smiled, kissing his cheek softly. You felt him smile, sliding closer to you, holding you by your waist. 

"I learnt from the best." He muttered in your hair, kissing your forehead. 

You felt his love that day, felt the way he ran his smooth fingers on your waistline, sliding across your thighs with care and softness you hadn't felt in a while. He was healing. It was a process, it took time but it happened.

***

You were walking across the library, his hand in yours, your hearts beating in silence. 

"How was your appointment?" You asked, shivering in the cold air. You rubbed your palms together, bringing your jacket closer to your chest, huffing the cold air. 

"It was good, much different from what the media portrays. She even showed me this meme she thinks you would like, look." He said, bringing out his phone to show you the saved meme. 

You laughed at his eagerness, kissing his lips as a final gratification. 

"Well it looks like you're having a great time. You have another scene left to do today in the evening so we better scram." You reminded him. 

You always did that, remind him of his schedule, reminded him to take a breath when he felt like he was drowning. You reminded him of home and what he had to look forward to.

"Why can't we have a lazy day today?" He whined, kissing your neck, making you giggle as it tickled. 

"You know you can't do that hun, you already took three days off." You snickered, poking his sides. 

"Well that sucks. I just want to spend my day with my girl, is that too much to ask?" He smiled, kissing your forehead, one hand holding yours, swinging back and forth, the other holding a large cup of coffee in a tight grip. 

You reached to loosen his fingers, taking a sip, slurping loudly, making him laugh. You decided you liked this laugh much better, it was breathy and free, a melody to your ears. 

You noticed how he was more relaxed and back to being that ray of sunshine. Back to being your Tom.

Thanks for reading! also as a side note- here’s a similar fic @itsallyscorner​ !!

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Nevertheless: Wishful Thinking [3]

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synopsis: why would the college flirt want anything to do with the innocent heartbreaker? a [somewhat] nevertheless au featuring tbz's eric son young jae

genre [per chapter]: suggestive material, smut *this series is a smut series so* please don't read if you're uncomfy. if you're underaged and you still wanna read, i'm not stopping you. i don't care because that's your responsibility to know what's fiction and what's not.

word count: i genuinely don't fucking know i think it's at least 4k WHY THE FUCK IS IT GETTING LONG ERJSJSJSJDNAKD

taglist: @from-xero @taeyongandfree @ten-gift @louvyves @sweetutopia @yyyereum @jung-breadshop @sunwoowuvbot @mashedpotittiess

protip: links of BGM are linked~

{this is a work of fiction}

eric swipes his thumb across his bottom lip and drags his index finger over the tip of his nose, tongue still sucking on his teeth as if it hadn't already been a day.

he was sitting on the other side of the tutorial room and you just so happened sat in a spot where he was the first person in your view when you looked up.

stupid hexagonal tables.

the moisture in your mouth suddenly evaporates, leaving your tongue dry like sandpaper against the roof of your mouth.

the lustful blanket over his eyes threaten to rip your mentality apart, and even without him touching you, the heat in your abdomen starts to clench and throb.

the thought crosses your mind, just so you can convince yourself: if eric can associate himself with sex within your primal instincts then the brain that got you here can associate him with a big, fucking, red flag.

you suck in a deep breath and hold it for awhile, eyes plastered to the ipad under your palms. crossing your legs tightly, your jeans hug your hips and waist all too perfectly.

yujeong had smacked one of her baseball friends earlier that day for staring at your legs.

after the likes of wooseok's party and the incident yesterday, you made it an effort not to show up in dresses or skirts anymore. call it ptsd, call it trauma, call it not wanting to get into trouble.

whatever it was, you didn't want eric anywhere near you.

well, despite how good he mad-

"can you stop eye-fucking him from across the room?" yujeong harshly whispers at you, glaring at you from the corner of her eyes.

"what?" throwing your tied-up hair to your other shoulder, you tilt your face to her.

"what do you mean 'what'?" yujeong hisses, nodding to the boy across the room. "y'all are fucking in your heads!"

"yes, broadcast it to the entire class, would you, please?" the sarcasm drips off your tongue with a frown.

"I'm just saying if you want him so bad then just go get a room. fucks' sake, go find a practice room or something."

"i think I'll go with 'or something'."

and in that second, your iPad lights up with a notification from the school email account.

yujeong parts her lips with a retort, but you quickly shush her by pressing a finger to your lips when the professor seemed to glance over at the two of you.

she inhales a deep breath, spotting the notification pop up on her laptop screen too.

to: all students

from: the college union

title: dance union winter getaway

dear students,

every year, more than 200 students apply for the dance union but only 20 are accepted. thus, it is of high regard that the members of the dance union utilise the annual winter getaway to bond.

this year's event will be held at lake white. all students in the dance union with leadership positions are expected to be present and those with valid reasons of absence are required to fill up the form attached to this email.

if you're interested in joining the dance union, please apply in the first week of the new academic year. applications open first week of the semester.

regards,

the student union

staring wide-eyed at the email with your apple pencil trembling in your fingers, you gulp.

fuck.

yujeong's lowly snicker sounds from next to you, and you look to her, only to watch a bright smile stretch across her face.

"what?" she snorts, tears in her eyes. "don't look at me. look at your captain."

your neck snaps to the boy across the room, who's got his phone lifted with the screen displaying the email page. he waves it around a little, raising a brow with a menacing shimmer flashing across his eyes.

your blood begins to boil without reason.

why were you suddenly stuck to him? it's like the planets and stars aligned just so he glue himself to you; so he could ruin your title and rip you apart, inch by inch.

your fists clench around the apple pencil, and you're only snapped out of your inner rage when the professor calls on you.

yujeong leans into the lockers with her books against her chest, mindlessly scrolling through her phone as you go on incessantly about the student union's decision to make it mandatory.

you swing the locker door so hard that it bounces off its limit and nearly comes back down onto your hands, but you stop it before it does.

"how does the fucking winter getaway improve our bonds?" you hurl a textbook into the locker. "it's not like we're gonna sit in a circle and sing hallelujah, right?"

"you went for that getaway last year-"

"yeah, and we did nothing besides getting shitfaced! fuck this stupid winter getaway."

"sis, say that any louder and your 'innocent heartbreaker' image is gonna change into something more like 'brutal heartbreaker'."

"don't fucking call me that," you hurl another book into your locker. "and why does everybody talk like that nowadays? 'say that any louder'? where was that from? a movie? a tiktok?"

"why are you so on edge?" yujeong pushes herself off the metal doors and frowns. "you've been on edge ever since wooseok's party."

"i am always on edge."

"what?" yujeong pulls her lips up into a slight wince as her eyes half into squints. "bullshit. what happened to your little 'innocent heartbr-"

"don't," you lift a finger, shutting your eyes and stopping her. "say another word."

yujeong raises both her brows, smirk plastered to her face as she readjusts her bag. "don't worry."

you look up at her, placing the last item in your locker.

"i don't have to."

"what?"

"so," then that godforsaken voice rings from behind you, and all your physical senses start to shut down one by one.

yujeong sees right past it, smirk turning into something less devious as she puffs her cheeks.

"about the winter getaway."

"i'll leave the two of you at it."

"what? no-"

"bye!"

"yujeong-"

she turns and strides off, short hair lathered around her neck. she waves with a bright grin, leaving you to back face the vicious heartbreaker.

you remain rooted to the ground, locker door wide open and bag slung around your right shoulder. eric waits until yujeong disappears down the hall, leaving a few other students within the vicinity to turn and stare at the two infamous dance captains.

eric walks to your side, reaching out and resting his palm on the outer edge of your locker.

"we're in open space," he smiles, gradually pushing the locker door inwards and closing it for you. then he rests his palm against the metal door, sandwiching you again. "there's not much i can do to you."

a few students turn to stare.

"unless you want me to."

"stop it."

"stop what?" he smirks and buckles his arms, forcing you to lay your back flat against the metal surface. "I'm not doing anything."

"then what are you doing now?" you frown and look up at him, knuckles whitening around your bag straps.

"having a conversation."

someone fishes a phone out, and the flashlight flickers.

eric whirls around, keeping his arm anchored to the locker.

"stand down, kid."

"sorry," he fumbles with the phone, and now you'll never know if he actually took a picture.

"anyway-"

"look, i don't know what kind of game you're playing but this isn't healthy for us if we are supposed to work together. especially with the winter getaway coming up."

eric licks his lips and lowers his head, smiling at the sudden cast of professionalism.

"it flatters me that you don't care too much about having fucked outside of wooseok's garage-"

"eric-"

"nor getting fucked out in the practice room-"

"eric-"

"or even the fact that you tied up your hair today-"

"i tie up my hair whenever i fucking want to."

"ooh," eric winces at the snap, his pearly whites glimmering under the lighting. "the 'innocent heartbreaker' is angry!"

"will you shut the fuck up?"

"aw," he coos, leaning into you and breathing down your philtrum. "make me."

your fists finally clench, jaws locked and temples tightened.

"I'll rip off your dick if you touch me again. now, back off."

you press your palms flat into his chest and shove him away, breaking him into light chuckles as he stumbles back.

you pull your bag back onto your shoulder, turning sharply and stomping off.

"hey! we still need to meet up to discuss the plans for lake white!"

the scent of half-painted canvases with acrylic paint washes through your nose when you enter your room.

it's definitely bigger than what a normal room should look like, but it's not your fault that both your parents work under Lee Enterprises, the country's telemarketing company.

the studio corner of your room is in a mess, and you're just halfway done painting the edges of your mirror.

which for specific reasons, you can't really look at it anymore.

the peculiar object you chose to decorate the glass surface hang idly on the corner of the frame, reflecting the afternoon sun spilling into the room.

eric son: so when do we discuss the plans for lake white?

eric son: i don't like to procrastinate

"'discuss the plans for lake white'," mumbling under your breath, you dump your bag into the corner of your room, huffing and resting your hands on your hips. "he's the damn captain, isn't he? he can do it on his own."

notification: acrylic paint to be delivered today

your phone automatically links up with the bluetooth speaker in the room, and you mindlessly tap on the shuffle button before pulling off your shoes.

eric son: okay so I'm thinking groups of four

you pull off your jacket and let the ends of your ponytail brush across your back where the camisole doesn't cover, cool air rushing across the hairs on your skin.

eric son: we can play truth or dare

the bass rumbles through the flooring as you pull off your jeans, throwing on one of those open-holed shorts that no one was ever going to see you in - not even yujeong.

the doorbell rings, yanking you out of your mental rage session over eric son.

acrylic paint.

picking up a cardigan and tying it around your waist, you jog down the stairs and pull open the door without hesitation.

She's just that type of girl

"what. in the world. are you doing here?"

eric tilts his head to the side, his eyes running the length of your body - all the way down to your feet and back up.

"you weren't replying my texts so i thought-" then he raises both hands from his sides, taking a step back and gesturing to your front porch like he owned it. "what better way to have your presence than to go to you?"

"how do you know where i live?" a frown befalls your brows, and your grip tightens on the door handle.

"it's in the school records for student leaders," he offers you a smug shrug, taking a step back to where he was previously standing.

your lips part in an attempt to challenge his explanation, but then he waves it off with a cheeky snicker. "I'm joking. yujeong told me."

"now, why the fuck would she give you my address?"

"hey, captain to captain! plus she knows i won't hurt you."

a scoff runs off your tongue. "you want me to believe that you won't hurt me?"

eric's tongue darts across his lips as he leans on the door frame. "not in your house. oh, i wouldn't dare, princess."

with a huff, you blink away the eye contact first, taking a step back and tugging on the door. "don't fucking call me that."

but his hand flies out and thuds against the wood, keeping the door open. he slowly steps forward, letting himself in.

"then what should i call you?"

"names exist," you step back and grip onto the empty arms of your cardigan around your waist. he closes the door, pulling the chain to lock it.

"then do you prefer y/n or 'innocent heartbreaker'?"

you squint at him, cocking your face at an angle as you back up again.

the answer settles in your head, but you can't say it out loud.

because he's already debunked it.

She's just that type of girl

"fun playlist," eric nods up the stairs, arm stretching out to you and snaking around your waist.

"don't fucking touch me-"

then his other hand circles you as well, his arms around you as he holds you to him, lowering his face into yours. an arching back tries to keep his face off yours, but any more and your spine would've snapped into two.

his nose presses into your cheek as he slots his lips between yours, and the world goes into a muffled silence for a few seconds.

or maybe that was just your playlist moving on.

your nails dig the inside of your clenched palm, fists against his chest as he pulls you up to deepen the kiss, lips moving with yours in some intricate dance of dominance.

on beat with the distant bass coming from your room.

he lets out the first groan, his hands gradually sliding down your back and groping the flesh of your rear that's poking out from under your shorts.

the harsh grip squeezes a whimper out from you, your entire body cringing forward into him and closing the gap between you. with one palm still holding onto your ass, the other comes back up in between your shoulder blades, keeping your chest plastered to his.

eric turns you around, holding you against the wall that leads up to the stairs. your back is flat against the surface, hair stuck to the felt of the wall with your thigh being pulled up over his pelvis.

We should just calm down and fuck some time

then he pulls away and huffs, lips hung wide open and his eyes completely lost in yours. in a low growl, subtly shakes his head as if to disapprove your disobedience against the song lyrics.

"oh, we fucking should."

eric doesn't bother waiting for a response before dipping his nose into your jaw, lips latching onto the tender skin of your neck.

"you coming here-" a jolt of bliss rushes through you when he finds a tender spot, his arms tightening around your waist to keep you close and against the wall. "-was not an invitation-"

the cologne on his clothes starts to intoxicate you like alcohol does to any normal person, the scent of his hair and his clothes wafting and shuffling all around you.

"but you don't hate me being here, do you, princess?" he mumbles into your skin, nipping at the spot behind your lobe. your eyes flutter shut, fists clenching against his shoulder blades.

"come on," he whispers. "we've done it outside and in a practice room, surely you must feel more comfortable in your own bed?"

your eyes widen upon the suggestion, the thought of that cursed object hanging over the corner of your mirror in the room suddenly pulling your soul back into your body.

"no, we can't."

eric pulls away from you, lips reddened from the nipping. they are apart, and his breathing slows as he studies your face.

the panic in your eyes is far too grave for him to miss.

"why not?"

gulp.

"you don't happen to-"

"it's not a vibrator."

eric raises his brows, caging you between his arms as he corners you further, chest on yours and his lips right above your lashes.

"perhaps a-"

"it's not a dildo either."

he pouts in slight disappointment when he can hear the stark honesty in your voice.

his chest rises and lowers under his shirt, listening to your breathing that hitches in your throat every now and then; observing your discipline to keep your eyes away from him.

"you're not gonna tell me what it is?"

glaring at him through the corner of your eye, you shake your head with a resounding 'no'.

he pauses.

then he leans into your ear.

"you being scared is just making me a little more curious, princess."

"curiosity kills the cat."

eric pulls away and slides his arms off the wall. "cats have 9 lives."

the number of sirens that go off in your head spikes, and before you can process his words, he grabs your arm and pulls you onto his shoulder.

"oh my god!" his arm wraps around your lower back, knees against his chest and the world from your eyes upside down as he hoists you up the stairs. "put me down, jesus christ!"

"the more you yell, the more you're gonna regret it, princess," he warns while chuckling to himself. "what could it be, if it's not a dildo or a vibrator?"

then the warmth of his palm reaches up to your shorts, and his fingers dig under the cloth of your underwear.

"fuck, eric-"

all too easily, he pushes a finger into you, your entire body cringing from the sudden intrusion. your eyes blur out just as he makes it to the second floor, and he doesn't need to ask which door he should be heading to.

not when your door has a framed portrait of yourself from last year's concert.

the door creaks open when he pushes the two of you into your room, greeting the sunlight drawn across the floor and his finger still buried inside you.

you heave a sigh when he pulls his finger out and shoves it into his mouth, leaning over your bed to rest you into the cushion.

automatically, his eyes are on high alert, scanning your room. but by the time you've regained your senses and the blood's returned to the rest of your body from your head, he finds it.

resting on the back of your forearms, your breath turns shakey and your eyes twitching from the sight of it dangling off his fingers.

eric turns to look at the mirror, turning the item in his fingers to match the painting of it on the edges.

"so," he returns to you, raising a cocky brow and smirking. "you get high off painting handcuffs on your mirror?"

you tightly shut your eyes as the frown cements into your forehead.

"fuck."

eric scoffs, tongue dragging across his upper lip as he walks towards you and lifts a knee to your bed, the other following.

"this really makes me question how you even got your reputation," eric jingles it from his fingers, his free hand reaching down to draw circles on your right ankle.

"it's just acrylic paint. i paint something new every month-"

"and so your choice for november was... handcuffs?" he wraps his hot fingers around your ankle and yanks you downwards, your crotch nearly meeting his knees.

"it's not my fault you decided to play this game the month i decided to get something remotely inappropriate."

"'remotely inappropriate'," eric repeats, smiling as he lowers himself. the handcuff still within his right hand, his left draws trails up your right leg, playing with the rim of your shorts where they were already riled up enough to expose a bit of your underwear. "so, tell me princess. why did you choose this-"

he holds it up and jingles it over your nose. "to paint?"

"surely it's not because it's pretty."

"or maybe you think it'll look pretty around your wrists?"

eric reaches for your hands and you struggle upon instinct, he pins your dominant hand down first and clips the first cuff around your wrist.

"eric-"

he finds your free hand and connects both your wrists, clipping the other cuff despite your struggling.

eric sucks a deep breath, then parts his lips to exhale. pushing himself off you, he pulls your shorts off first, eyes trailing across every inch of your body with your wrists cuffed together.

the thoughts wash through you involuntarily.

the wooden planks. the dress. the torn underwear.

the mirror. the fogging. the skirt.

the tears collect in the corners of your eyes even before he can completely get it off your ankles.

then he pulls your legs apart for him to lock them in place with his own thighs, crouching over your body like a lion devouring his prey.

he pushes your arms up and above your head, making it difficult for you to bring them back down with your wrists bound together.

his breath is hot on your chest where he first dips his nose into, tongue swiping across the skin of your heaving ribs. hands coming up your waist and pushing them up your torso, it exposes your ribcage and bra.

inch by inch, he breaths down the length of your torso, from your chest and over to your stomach with your camisole rolled up messily over your bra.

upon reaching the rim of your underwear (and heaving stomach as you pant and huff in a bid to calm your nerves), he stops and looks up at you.

"thank god you rejected wooseok."

then both his hands come down to your chest to rip apart your camisole, pulling it out from under you before he unbuckles your bra.

you swallow the first whimper already on the tip of your tongue, but your stomach plunges and your back arches violently when he takes the tip of your breast between his lips.

left hand coming round to grip your other, his right travels down to play with your sensitivity, forcing your body into subtle jolts with the overwhelming sensation.

he tugs on your tip, grazing it between his teeth before releasing it and latching his lips onto the tender flesh in a bid to make his mark.

your brows finally furrow into a frown of bliss, jaw hung agape though struggling to contain the lewd noises prancing about in the back of your throat.

he rolls the other tip between his index finger and thumb, sucking and kissing the reddening flesh of your chest.

and down below, he's pushed your underwear aside, thumb abusing your sensitivity and buckling your hips upwards.

he provides you one sharp bite on your tip, earning a strained hiss from between your teeth. it feeds his pride, for he removes himself off you completely and stares down at you, admiring the painting he's made on your chest.

hickeys.

grip marks.

and the wet patch on your underwear between your legs.

he turns and shifts off the bed, leaving you to catch your breath and cross your legs over one another.

the clacking about in your studio corner drives the tears into your eyes, listening to the lid of the box where you keep your paint come off.

you shut your eyes, resigning to fate.

for your body is in burning need and the discipline to go against his word has betrayed you.

you hear his belt come undone, the weight of his clothes hitting the carpeted ground before the mattress around your legs sink again.

"oh... princess~" he sings, coaxing you out of your mental begging that this was just a nightmare.

a corner drags across your stomach, and your eyes fly open to see his fingers wrapped around a bottle of acrylic paint, completely oblivious to him pulling your underwear off your legs.

black.

the only color that was still relatively abundant.

then the sight of his nudity drives you up a wall inside your head; better yet, driving your resignation up against your own skull.

the lines of his pelvic bone leading down to his manhood all for your eyes to feast on, and even if you wanted to look away, you couldn't.

fuck.

"listen to me very carefully, princess..." he shakes the bottle, then proceeds to unscrew the cap. "I'm sure you don't want any of these on your bed, right?"

chills run through your body when he tilts the bottle over, squeezing the paint onto his palms.

"so," he blinks back to you, eyes wide and cautious. "my advice?"

and with that, he carefully caps the bottle, effortlessly tossing it over his shoulder and back into the box.

he presses his palms together, spreading the paint across his skin.

"don't move too much."

with a wide grin, he smudges the paint into your thighs and up your stomach, sliding the paint all the way to your breasts where he offers a harsh grip.

he doesn't give you a chance to respond to that before he slides himself into you, your neediness allowing him entrance far too easily.

by now, your body was somewhat conditioned to recognise his size, but the idea of him buried deep inside you and his groaning coating the room makes you a little more feral; a little more insane.

the whimper that runs off your tongue is mercilessly lapped up by him when he leans over to kiss you, tongue shoved into your mouth in a bid to shut you up.

he rolls his hips back and forth, unwilling to stop and definitely unwilling to give you any kind of mercy when it comes to making you lose your grip on reality.

he pulls away and resumes an upright position, abs flexed and his palms still gripping onto your chest like his life depended on it.

but eric seems to be a little on edge himself, for this was his first time seeing all of you under him, instead of your humility covered by a dress or a skirt and worrying about being caught in school.

no.

now, he can feast his eyes on you like the predator he is.

not only does he decide to leave his own marks, but marks that you gave him access to.

his handprints are black on your skin and the entire bed is jerking along with every thrust he's offering you.

you finally let out a strained cry, tears collecting in your eyes with the bliss rushing through you over and over again like a broken record. eric's breath turns shaky, and his grip on you begins to loosen when his thighs start to convulse.

by some miracle, the last thrust hits your climax and he pulls out almost immediately after to coat the paint on your stomach with himself.

cream on black.

eric huffs arrogantly, taking deep breaths to retain his breathing as he releases you, stepping back to take in the sight of you in your own bed, ruined by him.

"you definitely look pretty in cuffs."

[youbloodymadgenius]

Nunky! (Modern!Ivar x reader - Modern!Ivar x OCs niece and nephew)

A/N: This is my entry to @flowers-in-your-hayr 650 Followers Celebration 🎉 Congrats again, love 🌸 And thanks for this amazing moodboard 😍

I'm awfully late, sorry about that. The truth is, do you know what it is to struggle? Let me tell you: there were three other drafts before this final version. More than 4000 words... All trashed...

Anyway, I'm quite happy with this one, that's all that matters.

@geekandbooknerd, thanks for beta reading this for me 🌺

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Summary: Ever wonder what kind of uncle Ivar would be? Let me show you 😉

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff 🙈

Words: 1978

"We're going to play Pete the Cat or Sneaky Snacky Squirrel Game, you in?" He shouts at you from the deck.

Lazily lying on a sunbed in the shade of an oak, you don't bother opening your eyes. As much as you love board games, there's no way you're leaving this perfect spot. Not yet, and certainly not for the next two hours.

"No, I'm good." You shake your head for emphasis, even if you're not sure he can see you.

"Okay lovebug, see you later," he says tenderly before changing his tone, "All right kiddos, get ready to lose!"

You let out a chuckle as Viola and Soren, feeling offended, express loudly their discontent. And you can't help but laugh. You know he's going to let them win anyway. He may be a sore loser who hates to lose and would do anything to win, whether in business or in a game, but things are different when it comes to his niece and nephew. That's just how much he loves them.

Your multi-faceted lover…

To the world, he is Ivar Ragnarsson, the crippled son – and true heir – of the mighty Ragnar Lothbrok, and, till last year – till you – Scandinavia's richest and most eligible bachelor, and all this in spite of his legs.

To his employees and business partners, he's an arrogant, cranky, demanding, cold-hearted, smart as hell, and very successful business tycoon. Oh, if they could see him right now, they wouldn't believe their eyes. No dress shirt, no suit pants, no blazer. With a backwards baseball cap, a basic black tee-shirt and stonewashed jeans, he looks more like a boy than a crafty businessman.

To you, he's the man you've been in love with for eight months; a complex human being, for sure, full of contradictions: so self-confident and yet in some ways so self-conscious; outwardly tough but at times so incredibly vulnerable. You won't lie, he can be infuriating; he's stubborn, strong-headed and short tempered. But he's awfully clever, deadpan and… well... devastatingly handsome, with his impossibly beautiful features and his otherworldly icy blue eyes. He's a fantastic lover too, unexpectedly caring and attentive, loyal and faithful.

To Viola and Soren, his favorite brother's children, he's Uncle Ivar – or Nunky, as Viola calls him – the best uncle ever, funny and mischievous, loving and supportive. He's always ready to go out of his way to teach them all the cool stuff kids are supposed to know; silly jokes, riddles and magic tricks. He's their favorite babysitter, the one who is completely devoted to them, the one who feeds them ice cream and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, before reminding them conspiratorially, with a finger on his lips: "You know the deal, sweet peas! Not a word to your mom."

You remember as if it were yesterday your first meeting with them.

Soren, chocolate all over his face, greets you with a big smile, immediately asking you if you want to play hide-and-seek with them. On the other hand, Viola looks at you from head to toe, scrutinizing you intensely. With her lips pursed and her brows creased, she doesn't seem very pleased, to say the least. The seconds tick by and finally, placing her tiny hands on her hips, the little girl takes a deep breath. "I don't want to play with her. I don't like her." The hostility in her tone can't be missed.

Speechless, you look at Viola with wide open eyes. You usually have a way with kids and are honestly a little stunned by such an unfriendly welcome.

"Viola, please…" Ivar grumbles, rolling his eyes, but he doesn't have time to say another word. "No, Nunky! You told me she was your lover!" Ah, now you're beginning to see her problem, and it brings a small smile on your lips.

Viola points an accusing finger towards you. "Are you Nunky's lover?"

You nod playfully but Viola doesn't seem the least bit amused. "That's why I don't like you. And just so you know, you may be Nunky's lover now, but I'm going to marry him. I just have to wait a little," she frowns, thoroughly concentrated, "I need to be a little older, maybe like… that," she stretches out the fingers of both hands in front of her, "but Nunky is going to marry me. Me, not you. So, you might as well leave right now."

You struggle to hold back your laughter, aware that this is a very serious matter for her.

"Come here, baby girl." Rubbing a hand over his face, Ivar pats his knees and then helps his niece as she climbs onto his lap. "We've talked about this, little bird, remember? We're not getting married, not in ten years, not ever." He speaks so softly, and there's so much love in his eyes, you feel like you're melting.

"But, I lo–" Viola interjects with a pout, but Ivar stops her, shaking his head. "There's no buts, baby love. Uncles do not marry nieces. That's the way it is and that's how it must be. And yes," he looks at you fondly, "Y/N is my lover. But it doesn't change anything. I'm not going anywhere, Viola. I'll always be in your life. I love you." He gently ruffles Soren's hair. "I love you both. You have no idea how much I love you."

You must have dozed off and are awakened by Viola high-pitched squeals of joy. "Oh yeah, let's go into the backyard." Hmph! Looks like you're going to have company. Bye bye peacefulness.

Well, so be it.

Yawning, you stretch like a cat before sitting up. Ivar and the kids are on the deck and you wave at them. Soren casts you a broad smile and takes two steps towards the backyard but Viola stops him.

"Wait, Soren! Nunky," you don't need to see her to know that she's blinking her big, beautiful blue eyes at Ivar, "please, we are tired. Right Soren?"

Viola's brother nods tentatively as Ivar bursts out laughing. "Is that so, munchkin?" Putting on a thinking face, he stares blanky up in the air for a second or two, tapping a forefinger on his chin. "Let me guess, you want a ride, baby girl? Soren, buddy boy, would you mind fetching the princess's carriage for me, please?"

At this point, you know exactly what is going to happen, yet it never ceases to amaze you. And as sure as the sun rises from the east, the next moment Soren is pushing a wheelchair in front of him, coming to a halt next to his uncle. Ivar immediately sits down, slipping his crutch into the intended holder attached to the backrest.

Reaching out, he now gently grabs Viola's wrist. "Your carriage awaits, princess." The little girl climbs very carefully onto his lap before wrapping her chubby arms around his neck.

Ivar pulls her closer, "Hold tight, princess!" and as soon as he's sure she's securely seated, he grabs his push rims and pops a wheelie, Viola bursting with laughter. He then looks at Soren, cracking him a smile. "I'll give you a ride too, bumblebee, stay put."

Soren, older than Viola and always overprotective when it comes to his beloved uncle, frowns, concern all over his boyish face. "You sure I'm not too heavy now? I'm over fifty-five pounds, you know?"

Ivar laughs, an easy smile on his plump lips. "Don't worry, I'll be just fine." A smile tugging up the corner of his mouth and Viola giggling on his lap, he rolls towards the wide wooden ramp leading to the backyard.

Ivar hates using his wheelchair. He despises it. He's very secretive about it. The truth is, it took him two months to tell you that he sometimes needed one and another two months to actually use it in front of you.

He hates it so much that he would rather crawl than use it. Actually, that's what he does every night, after taking off his leg braces.

Yet, he keeps his old wheelchair here, at his brother's house. For recreational purposes only; or in other words for Viola's and Soren's enjoyment. And he gives them rides, up and down the ramp, sometimes for hours, popping wheelies here and there. Because Viola and Soren love that and it makes them laugh. Because he would do everything and anything to make them happy.

That's just how much he loves them.

Ivar pulls a sunbed next to you and flops down on it, stifling a hiss of pain. "Where are the kids?" Raising yourself up on one elbow, you kiss him, your free hand gently stroking the tight muscles of his right thigh.

Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he kisses you back. "Gathering the things they want to take to the beach."

You want to give him a disapproving look, but you won't. You know better. You know him.

He shouldn't go to the beach. Not today. He woke up in pain this morning. Walking in the sand is a struggle even on good days. He'll pay for it later. You know he knows it. And you know he'll do it no matter what, and whatever it takes.

Because that, he can do.

Sometimes, you catch a hint of sadness in his eyes. When Soren and Viola are running and he can't run after them, because running is simply not an option for him. When they are jumping on the trampoline and he can't join them, because it would end with broken bones. When they are playing football, or riding a bike, or skating. When they are tree climbing, or playing gunny sack race, or rock climbing, or playing hopscotch, or skipping rope, or dancing, or…

But walking in the sand, even if not easy, that, he can do.

He's going to struggle all the way – wincing, hissing, silently swearing, even dragging his right leg with his hand if necessary – until they reach their favorite spot, a small cove shielded from the wind, with marvelous pebbles and smooth sand. And he will sit for hours, his legs aching, making sandcastles even though, even as a child, he didn't like that. Because it doesn't matter. Because Soren and Viola matter. And the sparkle in their eyes will bring a smile to his face. Their laughter will make it all worthwhile.

Yeah, this is what he's going to do, for Soren's and Viola's happiness. And you know there's nothing you can say or do that is going to change his mind.

That's just how much he loves them.

⚔️"What are you thinking about, love?" Ivar's soft voice pulls you out of your thoughts as he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

"I was thinking what a fantastic uncle you are." You reply genuinely, your thumb grazing his cheek. "And what a fantastic father you will be one day. The father of our kids."

Ivar blinks several times. You know that no matter how many times you tell him, he still finds it hard to believe that you want to make a life with him; marry him; carry his children.

"This…" His voice trembles and he lowers his gaze, "this is really what you want?"

"Of course, it is, my love." You reassure him for the thousandth time, peppering his jaw with light kisses. "Negotiations with Viola will doubtless be tough, though…" You chuckle, your fingers threading through his hair as he nods. "But let me tell you a secret," you can feel his hot breath on your ear, "you've already won, love." He offers you a breathtaking, mind-blowing smile and then his mouth finds yours and he kisses you and it feels like you're alone in the world, nothing matters but your shared love, nothing exists but him, nothing counts anymore, nothing, nothing, nothing...

"NUNKYYYYY!!!!"

Well… You may have spoken too soon…

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