#Y'all I am in such a mood this morning

[hungrytummyprompts]

i just want to have an empty tummy that growls and groans, is that too much to ask? I want someone to starve me and then tease my hungry belly. I want food to be a distant memory. I want to be hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry

Please?

[seokmattchuus]

When Matthew tells you he's been a bit stressed with debut preparations, you help him get his mind off of things. With some handcuffs and a torturous, never-ending hand job.

[msbhagirathi]

IPKKND LIVE BLOG - Season 1 [Epi - 2]

Cooooommmmmmmeeee ooooooonnnnnnnn, letz start the second epiiiiiiiiii.

So we are starting right from where we had left them off. ANDDDDD BAAAAMMMM! Khushi jolts out of her (or rather their?) trance and realizes where her hand is, snatches it back. Pulling out Arnav from his trance as well.

I want you to focus on their expressions in the scene. Look closely, when she snatches her hand away from his collar. His gaze, instantly falls down to her hand and there's a moment where he steels himself and maybe even thinks that 'How dare she!'.

It's as if Arnav realizes that he needs to be angry and THEN all hell breaks lose, as he throws her out of his hands. He orders the head of his PR team to control the photos and videos of this 'scandal'. Khushi is locked in a room for interrogation.

Back in Gomti Sadan, the neighborhood aunties are gossiping about Khushi's absence. Buaji asks about the papers' whereabouts to Payal. But, Payal, already very nervous and tongue-tied, reduces to tears. I am surprised why did Buaji not see the change in her demeanor and most importantly her spilled tears. But, that's also not much surprising coz Buaji can hardly ever read Payal or Khushi's distress over anything that they seem to be facing alone, in the entire show. This scene also indicates that Payal has never been the rule-breaker kid, she's always been kind of a 'yes-man' to her parents.

Ohh! Did you notice how Khushi's voice sounds so off? Do you know why? Turns out Sanaya was sick with cold while shooting this sequence. She mentioned this in that interview with Mrs. Gul Khan, which was released right after IPK ended a few months ago.

Arnav instructs the team to interrogate Khushi and check whether a rival company (Re-Fashion? RI-Fashion? REE-Fashion? whatever, lol.) send her there to ruin his fashion show in exchange of some petty amount of money.

Payal's belief, of her Abhishek ji standing up to his family's demand of the dowry, breaks. She realizes that he is present there, knows everything going on but still refuses to speak up. She is heart-broken.

Was it only me or you also thought that the way Sanaya pronounced 'profession' is kind of-idk-intriguing?-sexy?-hot?-pata nahi choro (ok, leave it.)

Garima tries to associate the papers' absence to Khushi's absence. Payal has been caught like a deer caught in headlights.

Arnav comes to meet or rather to interrogate his wife 'that' girl, for 'answers'. Khushi requests him to let her go as she explains him that she landed there by mistake.

He is so adamant in throwing all the unfortunately familiar 'accusatory' questions. What was that 'Wipro-Fashion'? 'PRO-Fashion'? Whatever. See, many of you would disagree, here, but I think he is legit right in doubting her intentions, given the type of people he would have dealt with till now in this profession. Although, WE know, from Khushi's POV, that she is right, BUT that's the thing, he doesn't.

"Then let it (the marriage) break. Problems like these are nothing for girls like you. If one leaves, then trap another." ("Toh tut jaane do shaadi. Tum jaisi ladkiyon ka kya hai. Ek jayega, dusra phasaa lena.") And the BG score changes to something close to tandav beats. Maybe, just maybe he realized that he has struck a chord or crossed a line or fcked up real bad. It can be any of the three.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! The dreaded moment is here. Khushi retaliates but she does not realize the volcano in front of her, ready to burst out with hot, molten lava. She attempts to side step him but he grabs her by the arm and yanks at the dori of her blouse. Pearls scatter around, everywhere on the floor. Khushi is horror struck, devastated, horrified and all the girls watching this for the first time already knew what that meant. And hated Arnav for doing that to her for a long, long time.

See the irony, here. In the previous episode, we saw them together in that beautiful frame. No-one had any doubt of them being the alpha couple of the show. BUT. BUT. BUT.

After this scene, audience must have doubted, some might even have gone to the extent to declare Arnav as the villain. And later considered Shyam as the hero, coz of the way, he was introduced (we will come to that in that episode).

Hmm. I am thinking. Why did he let her go? Like? So....easily? After she pulled the ribbon from her hair and covered her exposed back, or rather her modesty. Arnav has frozen. At his spot. He isn't even moving a finger. (I will have to process this scene and then will let you know in a separate post.)

With this, the scene blurs and along with Khushi, we reach Gomti Sadan, where everything is eerily silent. Wait. Did we reach so early? Didn't Khushi take the whole day to reach SM? Then how come- ohh Guilty Arnav might have arranged a car for her to reach her home safely-Lol. Who am I kidding with? This is ASR, we are talking about. Let's stop with the wishful thinking.

Gomti Sadan. Gossips. Malign in their social image. A broken marriage. All of these are termed as a "Kali' (black ink) by Buaji. And who's at fault? Khushi. She talks of pulling off her braid and handing it to her. Basically, beat her ass off.

Buaji, I think, was never able to accept Khushi as her own child. She was always the only one to differentiate between the two. She was only the one who instigated Garima and Shashi against her. Although, Shashi had wholeheartedly accepted her as his daughter but Garima, often used to get manipulated into believing the worst, in Khushi.

Even now both Buaji and Garima are convinced that Khushi was, somehow, jealous of her sister's fate (that she was getting married) and so to malign it, she decided to sabotage the wedding by taking away the papers and fleeing out of everyone's sight until the wedding is called off.

Lol. Junior Engineer. And Buaji thinks, that's self-explanatory for them, having a right to ask for a dowry. Khushi explains herself. But, she is admonished by her (B-ji), for acting like a 'Dadi Amma', means trying to act above her age, by interfering in elders' matters.

Still, for the Guptas', specifically for Mrs. Garima Gupta, a broken marriage is worse than Payal getting married into a money-hungry family. Do you see it here? Getting MARRIED is of more importance than getting married into THE RIGHT FAMILY.

And as if all this admonishing and insulting is not enough, so, she kind of disowns her daughter. "Mat kaho hume Amma".

Khushi, who already had abandonment issues, guilt of being a burden to 'this' family, is now shell shocked. Someone please save this poor kid.

Buaji does it again! Hip, hip hurray guys! She again pulls up the orphan card and a non-refundable debt (of getting adopted by her brother and sister in law) card! What an awesome timing Buaji! Shut up Buaji. What? Shashi said this. Not me. I have manners, ok.

"Arre tujhse saga humara koi nahi hai." Payal's words calms Khushi to some extent. But, they are still not enough as we see that Khushi cannot sleep, and keeps tossing and turning, recalling her amma's harsh words.

She wakes up and opens their shop's door. Khushi is shown handling an LPG gas cylinder, an oil cannister and lighting a match stick, giving us the impression of her attempting to give up her life.

Precap starts. *quickly pauses it* I don't watch precaps. Spoilers. Don't like them. Bye. Such a stressful episode to watch.

P.S. : Remember the interview I was talking about? This is it. Please do give it a watch if you haven't already. It's so beautiful them sharing the off-screen things and being all nostalgic. You'll love it. :)

Next Episode!

[bleach-your-panties]

Say it back, don't be rude 😌

[thedreadpiratematt]

It's time to rustle up some beans little doggies

[little-diable]

Afraid - Dean Winchester (smut)

Y'all asked for some jealous!posessive!Dean, so who am I to deny that wish? I came across a Dean edit paired with the song "Afraid" by The Neighbourhood, I guess that set the mood. Honestly, it's just pwp, but I ain't sorry. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Dean is tired of watching men trying to chat (y/n) up wherever the brothers take her. Dean is tired of faking his disinterest in the reader. Dean is tired of holding back.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, choking, oral (m), car sex, but some fluff and a love confession

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (2.2k words)

The sound of her boots meeting the ground was drowned out by the music echoing through the bar and the chatter filling the air. She was working on the adrenaline still thumping through her veins, riled up by the hunt Dean and her had just finished, wiping their weapons clean before they found their way to this very bar, ready for some distraction before they left this town in the morning. 

With a bright – yet awfully fake – smile glued to her lips, (y/n) made her way to the bartender, studying the man who was focused on the drinks he kept preparing. She was too concentrated on the game she was about to play with the guy, all too used to these moments, to notice the eyes of some other men on her frame, intently studying the woman’s body.

“Hi.” Her soft voice forced the bartender’s grey eyes to find hers, grinning at the smiling woman. He was handsome, with his bright, stormy eyes and the black hair he had gelled back, yet he was nowhere near as handsome as the green-eyed hunter she had been friends with for years by now. Dean fucking Winchester, the man who had an awfully confusing grasp on her body and soul, holding her heart in his hands, crushing it whenever he turned from her to find shelter in another woman’s bed. 

“Hi, darlin’. What can I get for you?” Before (y/n) could speak her and Dean’s order, an unfamiliar voice spoke up from behind her. 

“Give the lovely woman a few shots it’s on me.” Slowly (y/n) turned towards the man, eyes finding his greedy ones, trying to keep her disgust from finding its way to her features. A soft chuckle left her, hoping to distract the man for a few seconds, while she figured out a way out of this situation. 

“Mhm, thank you, that’s very sweet.” (Y/n) tried to turn away from him, though without any luck, stopped by the hand finding its way to her waist. 

“Not so fast, pretty. At least tell me your name.” A groan threatened to claw through (y/n), eyes fluttering in annoyance the man clearly mistook for shy flattery, making the smirk he wore on his thin lips grow. 

“It’s Mandy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my friend is waiting for me.” The man’s hand didn’t move, tightening its grip on her waist. With her lips forming a snarl, (y/n) was hellbent on fighting her way out of this, it wasn’t the first time a man tried to chat her up against her will, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, all too used to these uncomfortable situations. Though while her mind raced to find a snarky reply, she was gently though determinedly pulled away from the man.

“Hey, I was talking to her!” Her mind didn’t get the chance to concentrate on the man’s loud voice, distracted by the all-too-familiar scent forcing its way up her nose. For a second (y/n) allowed her eyes to flutter close, relaxing in Dean’s possessive grasp, concentrating on his scent, of the feeling of his muscles pressing against her frame, wordlessly telling her that he wouldn’t let her go. 

“Well, now she’s done talking to you. Let’s go, baby, I want to get out of here.” The man got no chance to protest, forced to watch Dean guide (y/n) through the crowd and out into the cold evening. She inhaled a few breaths, wrapping her arms around herself the second Dean let go of her, searching the distance between them.

“Not that I don’t appreciate your help, but I would have managed just fine on my own, Dean.” He was walking a few steps ahead of her, coming to an abrupt stop the second she spoke the words. Dean turned towards her with dark eyes, features pulled into a hard frown, looking at (y/n) as if she was a supernatural being he was about to kill.

“I’m so fucking sick and tired of watching these men get their hands on you. Do you even know what seeing that does to me?” Dean’s voice carried an unfamiliar kind of anger, dripping with possessiveness, with jealousy. Her heart started racing in her chest, forcing heat to rise to her face, wondering where this was coming from. (Y/n) kept her gaze focused on Dean, eyebrows furrowed together as the seconds kept ticking by, trying to figure out what was going on inside his mind. “You know what, forget it.”

“Absolutely not. Talk to me, Dean, where is this coming from?” She reached for his hand before he could try to start walking once again, eyes drawn to hers like a moth drawn to any source of light. (Y/n) could tell that he was fighting an inner battle, tongue kissing his teeth, fingers forcing themselves closer to hers, interlacing them with his. 

“I,” a deep, almost defeated exhale left Dean, wondering how to put his thoughts into words. But the second the sound of somebody stepping out of the bar found its way to the two, it was as if he was lured out of his trance, letting go of (y/n). “I can’t do this, not here.”

Dean started walking towards Baby without looking back, growling something under his breath (y/n) couldn’t pick up. With determination guiding her, she jogged towards him, forcing him to a halt in front of Baby once again, murmuring his name. The last thing she heard before Dean turned towards her, reaching for (y/n) to press her against Baby, was an angry “Fuck it” leaving the tall man.

Her gasp was swallowed by his lips finding hers, kissing her hungrily as if they had been parted from one another for years, dreaming of their shared kisses, clinging to bits and pieces of their memories. Both moaned in unison, allowing their tongues to meet, turning the kiss even more heated. 

Slowly he parted from her, allowing the both of them to catch their breaths. His cold hands found their way to her warm cheeks, thumb stroking along her swollen lips as he pondered over his words. (Y/n) struggled to concentrate on anything but his touch, taken up by the feeling she had been desperate to feel for years, wondering if and how Dean would touch her. 

“You’re mine, you always have been, and you always will be. I won’t share you, just the thought of it makes me sick.” Dean’s growled words shot heat to her core, walls clenching around nothing. Wordlessly she pulled him down for another kiss, needing to feel him close once again, not fully trusting that this wasn’t just a trick of her imagination. Dean pressed her even further against Baby, keeping her trapped to make her feel every inch of his body, groaning the second his growing bulge came in contact with her desperate heat. “Do you feel what you do to me? I should fuck you right here, for them to see that you’re mine, mine only.”

A whimper left (y/n) at his words, drawing a dangerous chuckle from Dean as he let go of her, giving her just enough space to find her way to the passenger seat. Her eyes didn’t dare part from his features, trying to soak up every second. She couldn’t stop her grin from widening as her hands began to move, finding his thigh before Dean could catch up on what she was trying to do. He shot her a warning look, teeth nibbling on his lower lip, but her hands kept moving, finding their way to his crotch, feeling his hardening cock strain against the fabric of his washed-out jeans. 

“Sweetheart,” Dean choked on the word, struggling to keep his eyes focused on the road. (Y/n) didn’t speak up, she began to shift in her seat, leaning towards him to free his growing cock from the confines of his clothes. The groan that left Dean filled her with giddiness, spitting into her palms before she touched him for the first time, slowly stroking him. “Fuck, feels so good, been dreaming of this.”

Her soft chuckles forced a grin to widen on Dean’s lips, freezing the second he felt her warm breath clashing against his soft skin. Without another warning, she parted her lips, spitting onto his tip before she took him in her mouth. The groan that left Dean echoed through Baby, a sound that forced (y/n) to hum around him, making the sound vibrate on his skin. 

Even though Dean tried to concentrate on the dark road ahead, he felt his concentration slipping, parking Baby on the side of the road before (y/n) realised what he was doing. With one hand getting tangled in her hair, Dean roughly pulled her off his cock and back in for a teeth-clashing kiss. 

“Get in the backseat, I need to fuck you now.” The rough tone of Dean’s voice left (y/n) moaning, struggling to make her way to the backseat with her thoughts focused on the things Dean would do to her. He didn’t waste any time the second she found him hovering over her, hands pulling on her trousers and panties to expose her dripping cunt, groaning at the sight. 

His calloused fingers touched her expertly, circling her pulsing bundle with just enough pressure to push her into another dimension. Within seconds Dean had turned her into a blabbering mess, choking on her words as he pushed two fingers into her tightness. He didn’t hold back, kept her pinned to the leather seat with his free hand finding her throat. 

“You’re mine, your body belongs to me from now on.” For years she had imagined moments like this, wondering if she’d ever be fortunate enough to feel him this close, wondering how it must feel to have his hands on her. She could stay buried beneath him till the end of their time, allowing Dean to touch her as he pleased. 

“Dean,” she whispered his name, unable to use any more strength with his hand choking her just the way she liked. “Fuck me, please.”

Dean stared down at her for a few seconds, nodding his head as he pulled away, reaching for his wallet to pull out a condom. Within moments he placed himself on top of (y/n), aligning his tip with her cunt. With their eyes holding contact, he pushed into her, groaning at the feeling of her walls fluttering around him. 

Her lips parted at the feeling of Dean slowly pushing into her, allowing (y/n) to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. Dean stared down at her, eyes growing a few shades darker at the sight of her pleasure drunken features, finding excitement in her moans. Only as she nodded her head, teeth buried in her lower lip, did he start a faster rhythm, set on pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Dean, feels so good.” One of his hands found its way back to her throat, holding onto her as he fucked her faster, deeper, set on making her remember this very night till their last moment together. The Impala moved with his every thrust, keeping them protected from any dangers waiting out in the dark, allowing the two lovers to give in to their every emotion. 

“Been imagining this for years, but you feel even better than I thought, fuck, it’s like you were made for me, sweetheart.” (Y/n) couldn’t reply, could only clench around him with her eyes squeezed shut and her fingernails leaving crescent shapes on his neck. She held onto him as if he was about to disappear, about to leave her behind – even though she very well knew that Dean would never let go of her, forever holding her close.

The second Dean tightened his grip on her throat, she found herself looking up at him, allowing heat to rise in her system as she picked up on the love swimming in his pupils. Dean tilted his head down to press a kiss to her lips, momentarily distracting her from the feeling of his cock nudging her swollen spot, leaving her body tingling.

“Touch yourself for me, baby.” The simple command rolled off Dean’s tongue, filling the Impala with another wave of heat to crawl up her body. With one arm slung around his neck, the other found its way down her frame, fingers rubbing her clit. Dean could swear that he was finally in heaven, that he had finally found his peace with her buried beneath him, finally his to love. 

(Y/n) could only whisper Dean’s name, eyes once again falling shut as she came. He fucked her through her high, staring down at her with his lips pulled into a smirk. It took Dean a few more moments before he gave in, letting a string of curses roll off his tongue. 

“I love you, sweetheart.” His words made tears well up in (y/n)’s eyes, pulling him down for one last kiss before she repeated the three loving words.

[matrixbearer2024]

Hi!!! I love your Get Off My Screen series so much! I was wondering if I could do a request for that?

Basically the idea is that Vox and the reader are just texting at night maybe and he lets something slip about something he misses from his old life on earth and because of that the reader remembers that the person they’ve been talking to for like over a year by now probably used to be alive and just spends the whole night learning everything they can about vox when he was alive (I imagine this would happen whilst vox was asleep and we’re just googling him) and then maybe I feel like we’d also google Alastor as a joke to see what all the fuss is about and then we find out that the person vox is ~~crushing~~ hating on is a serial killer and then just telling everything we learned when he wakes up.

Sorry if that’s really long I just fell like this is 100% what I would do in this situation

Old Times Gone By

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: I'm so glad you guys are requesting scenarios within the series, heck- I'm glad y'all enjoy it this much already hahaha! This is somewhat of an aftermath to the "You Could Do Better(With Me)" which is why it's not as cheery as the other chapters- but it's definitely not straight up angst. Just vulnerability and late night chatting between friends. Haha "friends"- And as always, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and happy reading!

A/N: Again, I kind of deviated from the prompt a little to better fit the narrative but Reader does know about Alastor and who he is because of Vox's ranting. They're aware that her demonic crush has a weird obsession with a cannibalistic radio serial killer deer dude and it's still not the weirdest thing he's done so far HAHAHAHA

If there was one thing Vox had to say he hated about drinking-

It had to be dealing with the hellish hangovers come morning.

Especially when he'd been wasted the night before.

A sharp jab in his side caused him to wake up this time.

He grunted, nearly falling off his chair when he shifted ever so slightly.

Huh-

Wait, why was he in here???

He could feel the migraine start to pound in his head.

Vox wasn't looking forward to today already.

When he tried to stand up, a clink of a bottle made him look down by his feet.

Picking it up to give the darn thing a once over, he scoffed.

He must have been absolutely hammered to have finished this yesterday.

It was a brand he despised the taste of too.

"Vox-? Oh, you're up."

His head whipped around so quickly once he heard your voice.

When had he even connected to your TV?

Not that he complained, he managed to see you sat up on the couch and stretching.

Your hair stuck up in odd positions and you even looked to be half-awake.

Why was that fucking cute???

"I- mhm. I guess I am. Was I... drinking yesterday?"

"I don't really know, I just knew you were drunk out of your mind last night. I can only see your face remember?"

"Ah... right."

Vox couldn't really bring himself to say much this time, not while he was still trying to grab the bits and pieces of his memory on yesterday's events.

Did he really wander into the monitor room just because he missed you?

That was low, even for him.

"Good morning anyhow, not that I think it would be if you're dealing with a hangover."

Vox just chuckled, watching you get up and disappear from the TV's view.

He wasn't in any mood to work at all, especially when he had a shitty headache to deal with too.

Eh, his empire could last a day without him.

He notified his secretary to just cancel all his duties and appointments for today, just ignoring their panic as you returned back into view.

"What are you holding?"

"Coffee."

"I thought you said you hated coffee?"

"Not hate, I just don't prefer it. But I need the caffeine to function today and I'd rather drink this bean juice than those energy drinks."

Vox wouldn't admit it, but talking to you again was already starting to make him feel a little better.

Especially after your noticeable absence.

He'd rather die again that outright say he missed you, his pride wouldn't allow it.

Cracking his joints, he just watched you sleepily stare up at him from where you sat on the couch.

Granted, it was probably because your TV was probably perched higher or on a shelf.

But Vox still thought you were kind of short.

Not that he had the right to say anything-

He was a 7ft tall giant compared to you.

"Again with the bean juice thing, and what's wrong with energy drinks?"

"They taste like straight up chemicals."

Vox just gave you a weird look when you rolled your eyes at him.

Still you just kept talking to him inbetween taking sips of your hot beverage.

"I'm not surprised you enjoy them, but your palate is probably shit."

"Oh you do not wanna go there-"

"What if I do huh? Watcha gonna do about it?"

Vox just grinned, you getting up to move closer to the screen as you challenged him.

The wide mischievous grin on your face mirrored his own and you both quickly devolved into just either bragging about exotic foods you've eaten-

Or straight up going for the jugular about each other.

"You eat McDonald's daily? I can't believe you'd feed yourself garbage Vox-"

"It's not garbage, and don't act like you've never eaten fast food."

"You are what you eat, I guess!"

"Ohoho! You bitch!"

Vox didn't seem to mind the numbing headache he felt when you were back to being your animated rambunctious self.

He wondered if it was because of the caffeine that made you all hyped up but he couldn't really bring himself to give a shit.

Not when he was still pretty tired.

It seems you noticed his retorts weren't making their usual mark though, and you crossed your arms over your chest while leaning towards the TV screen.

Vox just narrowed his eyes at you in confusion, what were you doing?

"You my good sir, need a hot cup of coffee more than I do. And freshen up while you're at it, I need to go take a shower too anyways."

You-

You did not just do what he think you did.

Were you actually mothering him??

Vox just rolled his eyes at your words, not really intending to go until he realized you weren't budging an inch either.

"Didn't you just say you needed to go clean up?"

"Not leaving till you are."

"Stubborn much?"

"Not that different from you, no."

The tech overlord laughed at your insistence, eventually relenting and disconnecting himself from your devices.

He stretched again when he got up from his chair, picking up the empty alcohol bottle near his feet not intending to clutter up or dirty his workspace.

Vox perked up when his phone buzzed though.

The darn thing catching his attention before he forgot it was there.

He checked on it with his free hand, chuckling when he realized it was just a message from you.

"Go and freshen yourself up, get a cup of coffee too while you're at it. I'll be back soon, kisses!"

You almost caused him to break his phone from the grip he had on it.

Kisses???

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?!

Vox seriously stood there staring at his phone for a good ten minutes just buffering and rebooting-

Dude is actually broken the second you do literally anything with vaguely romantic undertones.

Still he stomps all over his own hopes and feelings in fear of misinterpreting your friendliness.

Yeah, both of you were fucking clueless.

You stayed true to your word and did eventually come back after you'd cleaned yourself up.

Vox had just been waiting on your TV again and the screen brightened slightly upon noticing you.

It was a subconscious reaction, don't bring it up or he'll definitely throw a hissy fit.

So that's what you both did the whole day, talking and just catching up.

While Vox did mention you skipped classes for the day, you just shot back that he threw his work to the backburner as well.

Not that he bothered to refute it, instead just moving on with the conversation like normal.

Hours passed and time flew.

Before you knew it, the both of you were talking well into the evening.

"And that's kind of the reason why I think spaghetti is superior to penne."

"Doll, they're straight up just different kinds of pasta."

"The fact there's different kinds of pasta mean that people clearly can't decide on a superior noodle shape."

Yeaaah... your conversations kind of stopped making sense an hour ago.

Not that either of you minded, even laughing about some stupid thing way into the AM.

"So like- he thought he was really some hot shit taking on the leader of the exorcists but he got his ass absolutely handed to him!"

"Bro almost got turned into demonic venison HAHAHAHA!"

Though of course, late night conversations always went deeper than those normally held within the day.

"Say... Vox?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you miss being alive? With, ya know- talking to me and all."

Vox paused slightly, it's been a long time since he reminisced of his living days.

When was the last time he even did?

"Not necessarily, I miss some things but not a whole lot."

"Like what? When did you die???"

"Hm... I don't remember the exact date, but sometime in the fifties?"

Vox recoiled when you just gawked at his screen, why did you react like that?

"Holy shit! You're fucking ancient!"

"Haha... very funny doll, I'm not that old! I died in my thirties."

"Ehhhh? You're not much older than I am then. How??"

"Don't remember, it was a long long time ago."

You made a weird face at him, to which Vox just smiled and chuckled.

It was the same expression you wore when trying to figure things out.

As... weird and cute as it may be.

Then you suddenly yawned, causing the tech overlord to consequently do the same.

Something you poked fun at him for since when did TVs yawn apparently.

Rolling his eyes, Vox took a glance at his internal clock.

It was four in the morning?!

How long had you both been talking????

"Vox? You good?"

Apparently his bewilderment was evident on the screen, so he just switched his attention back to you.

Vox's screen glitched slightly when he was caught off guard by how close you got to the TV.

Almost all up in his face even.

"Y-Yeah, just zZst- fine. Say... Doll, do you know what time it is?"

"Uhhhh- no, not really- why?"

"It's four in the morning."

"And?"

"You need to sleep?"

You rolled your eyes and turned your back to the TV, plopping down on the couch with a pout.

"Hey."

You ignored him.

"Heeeeeey-"

Vox couldn't help but chortle from your antics, you really seemed like a grumpy child right now.

"Look dollface, I don't want the fun to end either but we've still got tomorrow."

"I don't wanna say goodnight. You're just going to disconnect when I do."

"What, you can't expect me to fall asleep hooked up to all your stuff again can you? My chair isn't the most comfortable place to fall asleep."

"Still!"

Vox rubbed his face with a sigh, he felt the inexplicable urge to just pinch your cheeks.

He would if he could but he didn't exactly have hands as a TV.

Why did you have to be so cute?

"How about this? I'll stick around until you pass out. You won't even notice I'm gone come morning."

"Fineeeeeee."

It didn't take too long for you to fall asleep on the couch.

Similarly to yesterday, you were just haphazardly sprawled across the furniture with a thin blanket to cover you.

Despite his words, Vox still stuck around for a while to make sure you were asleep.

You looked so serene while you rested, like you didn't have any worries.

The overlord let out a tired sigh, he'll just stick around for another five minutes.

Just a little longer in this peaceful moment with you.

Vox totally fell asleep in his chair again, he woke up that morning in an awkward position feeling more sore than ever too.

"Oh for fuck's sake-"

"MORNING VOXYYY!!!"

[prettyboypistol]

Literally in every fanfic I read the reader is already a pretty sleeper, waking up all pretty and shit. Do you know what I need? A Reader who wakes up like they've been pushed down the stairs. A Reader who spews gibberish for a second and then immediately goes back to sleep. A Reader who wakes up wrapped in their blankets sweating like crazy and completely disorientated and on the floor. Sorry if this ask is bad, but do you think you could write something like this for the mercs?

Mood as fuck, I'm in.

TF2 Mercs With a Messy Morning S/O xGN!Reader

Scout

Honestly thinks it's a bit cute, seeing you wake up in a pool of your own spit and hair in your mouth??? Yeah, that's what he's dying every day to protect.

Likes talking nonsense to early morning you just to see you struggle fr.

His favorite thing is waking up before you. He's all dressed and ready and you're 2 inches away from falling off the bed.

Jeremy writes down all the weird shit you say and reads it back to you when you're sad because what the fuck does "are Venus flytraps predators" mean

Pyro

Probably ends up tangled in your Limbs too. This bitch is a SLEEP CUDDLER.

Gets worried when you wake up in a panic, shout about something that sounds important, then fall back asleep like EXCUSE ME?? WHAT??

Doesn't like that you kick them in your sleep, but they can live with it.

Very worried about the night sweats and ramblings. You say some fucked up dhit when you're asleep!

Soldier

This mf is used to waking up at 6AM sharp and being battle ready by 6:05AM. This caused one of the initial rifts in your relationship with him until you convinced him that not waking you as well is early stealth training.

You remind him of a baby bird when you're curled up in all the blanket that you stole from him in the night.

Doesn't really notice that you are a messy sleeper until you two have breakfast together one morning, with you half awake, those bleary eyes and sleepy sighs made his heart skip a beat.

Heavy

He calls you his little spoiled cat when you glare at him all bleary-eyed for waking you up.

Loves cuddling you like a big bear, always the big spoon.

lowkey a messy sleeper too, but is more agitated when half awake than you

you two having delirious talks when you two aren't awake fully omg couple goals

Demoman

You look like a pretty sleeper next to this motherfucker

drunk mumbling, sleeptalker, sleepfighter WWE in your bed.

Wakes up after you so ususally doesn't see the absolute wreck you wake up as. If you two wake up at the same time he makes fun of you.

You two have probably ripped the blanket in y'alls sleepwars. Mrs. Pauling has checked in on you two at 2AM after hearing shouting, only to see both of you, fast asleep, on the floor, and total messes.

Engineer

Thinks it's cute bc he rises with the sun if not a tad earlier to watch the sunrise. Absolutely tells you to "rise n' shine".

records your half-awake mumbles and talks to you, listens back to them podcast style in his downtime.

Is absolutely terrified that you will rip off his prosthetic hand so dating you absolutely instilled the safe habit of taking his hand off before bed.

Sniper

Is usually out of bed before the "fun" begins, but had overheard your morning routine

Isn't a fan of the blanket stealing, but overall doesn't really care. If he's in a bad mood he'll sleep on the couch so you don't steal it.

"Am i pretty, Mick?" "About as pretty as an aye aye when you first wake up" "Da-DAMN!!"

Has a poloroid of you fast asleep in his hat

Spy

This bitch c o m p l a i n s.

He's the most prissy little bastard when it comes to sleeping. He sleeps EXCLUSIVELY on his left side, legs in a specific way, and hogs the blankets. When you come into his bed and sleep-kick him out, he is flabbergasted. absolutely bamboozled.

Doesn't cuddle you, but now there is a pillow barrier that protects his precious sleep routine.

Secretly thinks you are downright adorable with how god-awful you look, crusty eyes and all

Medic

Doesn't really mind, but gives you light teasing about it. If he's having a bad day then he gets annoyed by the blanket stealing.

Wakes up and gets ready for the day, only to see the doves nesting with you and that melts his hearttttt

Kisses your gross ass awake every single day despite that

Has stayed up multiple nights to study your sleep cycles.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

All Falls Down - Chapter 12: The Finale

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Kiyana woke up the next morning in a good ass mood, her pussy still tender to touch. Joe had wore her ass out in the best way possible. She let out a tiny moan as her pussy clenched as she thought about all the nasty shit she and Joe did last night. 

“Fuck,” Joe groaned out “This pussy do fuckin good.” he groaned into her ear before burying his face in her neck, sucking a bruise into her carmel skin. Kiyana moaned as she raked her nails down his back, leaving red marks. “You know this my pussy now right?” He grunted, hips stuttering, close to his climax. “ Ain’t never letting you go.” 

She sat up in the bed, still naked when Joe walked into the room dressed in his workout gear holding a bag of takeout food in one hand a styrofoam cup of orange juice. 

“I’m surprised, you’re up.” He said in a cocky tone, causing Kiyana to snort and roll her eyes. “I gotchu something to eat.” She thanked him and took the platter, doing a little happy dance when she saw he got her french toast - her absolute favorite. Kiyana noticed as she took her first bite that he didn’t have anything to eat. 

“Not hungry?” 

“I am.” He smirked, “just in the mood for something else.” He said, eyeing her hungrily as she set her food container to the side and removed the sheets off her body. 

“So, what you gon do about it?” She asked, smirking and cocking her head to the side. She let out a shriek/laugh when Joe pounced on her, attacking her neck with kisses. 

Josh sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his discarded phone on the floor. He didn’t even know how long he'd been sitting there. All he knew was that he was numb and he was hurt. Josh knew he didn’t have a right to be hurt, because he cheated first. But for Kiyana to run to Joe of all people? It stung, it stung a lot.

He reached down and snatched the phone off the floor, glaring at his lockscreen. The picture of him , Kiyana and their kids staring back up at him. They all looked happy, he remembered when he took that picture of the five of them. 

Josh had just picked up Kamari from school, Kaiden was sitting on Kiyana’s lap acting like the jealous baby boy because Kairo was getting ‘all the lovin from mommy.  Josh remembers just standing by the living room entrance just watching his little family and he knew then, he had to break things off with Shanté, he wasn’t willing to give up his family for her.  But that was then and this was now. He could forgive Kiyana if it was anybody else, but Joe? His couisn.. nah he didn't think he could forgive her for that.

Uh-oh, Kiki. We got company.” Joe chuckled as the bus pulled up to the back of the arena where the superstars entered. Kiyana stood from the couch and walked over to the window, letting out a sigh as Josh stood, leaning against the parking sign that had ‘Reserved for Roman/Joe Anoa’i’ written on it. He was angry, his jaw was clenched, arms crossed tight over his chest and he was muttering to himself. 

“You think he knows what we did?” 

“I know he knows.” Kiyana snapped her head over to look at Joe who had an indifferent look on his face. “He deserved Kiyana.” 

“Leati, what did you do?”  She scoffed, grabbing her bag and trying to walk off the bus but Joe grabbed her arm, stopping her. 

“Does it matter? “ He was confused as to why she was mad at him. “Y’alls marriage is over Kiyana.”  Kiyana narrowed her eyes at Joe and snatched her arm out of his grip. “He deserves to feel the hurt you felt.” Kiyana ignored him and stepped off the bus and stood face to face with Josh, who tried to move her out of the way. 

“Imma deal witcho’ ass in a minute.” He growled, lip curling in disgust as he looked at her. 

“Hey!” She yelled, “ Josh stop!” She exclaimed as she tried to block his way onto the bus. 

“No fuck that Kiyana!” He screamed back. “How could you Key? With him of all fuckin’ people? And y’all had the fuckin’ nerve to call me!” Kiyana reared back as if he slapped her. How could she? 

“How could I? No, how the fuck could you Joshua!” Kiyana was pissed off now. “You cheated on me, your wife first!” Joe called Josh while they were having sex?! She glared over at the bus where she could see Joe  looking at the two of them out of the window. 

“And I apologized!” He boomed back, bringing her attention back to him. “I apologized and we agreed we would work through it by going to therapy with Dr. Anderson.” Kiyana scoffed and shook her head. 

“That was until I found out you were planning on actually leaving me to be with her! I gave you everything! Gave up my career so I could stay home and raise our kids while you traveled all over the world! And you gave up twenty-three years for someone who has slept with multiple of your coworkers. You gave your family up for some slut.” 

“And you slept with my cousin so what does that make you?” 

Kiyana gaped at him and Joe decided it was time to intervene but  just like the day before ,Josh couldn’t control himself. He put all his weight into the punch, knocking Joe back into his bus, shaking it. 

“You supposed to be my family!” Josh wasn’t stopping until he hurt Joe. Not even when the arena security came over and tried to pull him off of Joe and when they pulled his arms behind his back cuffing him, Josh started stomping on Joe the best he could. 

As he was pulled away and placed in the cop car, he had his eyes on Kiyana the entire time, she wanted him to hurt, wanted him to feel the pain she felt, wanted him to feel like his heart was being ripped from his chest.. And she succeeded. 

About two hours later, Josh was finally released from jail, with a hefty fine and a 2 week suspension. He sighed as he saw Kiyana waiting for him. 

“Whatchu’ doin here Key?” He asked, rubbing his eyes. He was ready to go home. To get away from everybody and everything. 

“Just get in the car, Joshua. We have a plane to catch.”  Kiyana was already told about Josh’s suspension and took it upon herself to get all his stuff from his hotel room and surprisingly get him a ticket on the same flight she was on to go back to Pensacola. 

As they were driving to the airport, Josh couldn’t help but stare at Kiyana, his wife. His loving, caring, heart breaking wife. 

“How am I suppose to live without you Key?” He whispered and Kiyana cut her eyes over at him before looking back at the road. 

“I don’t know Josh.” She whispered back, “How am I supposed to live without you? How am I going to raise the boys without you living in the same house?” 

“I’m sorry Kiyana.” He said, not caring about the tears now falling down his face. “I fucked up so bad.”  

“I’m sorry too. About sleeping with Joe.” He winced and closed his eyes with a deep sigh. 

“I can’t live without you Kiyana. So I'm willing to forgive you and move on from this.”  Kiyana furrowed her eyebrows and pulled over to the emergency lane, putting on the hazard lights. 

“What Josh-” 

“I am willing to forget and forgive you if you never speak to Joe again.” He cut her off, finally looking over at her and meeting her eyes. “Can you do that?” 

Kiyana was confused as hell. In her mind the marriage was over, there was no coming back from both of their infidelity. He had an affair for four months and she slept with his cousin who he had considered a brother… She started to shake her head. 

“Josh we can’t” 

“Kiyana, please. I’ve been witchu’ all my life and I can’t, I can’t live without you so please.” She stared at him, mouth opening and closing as she tried to answer him. She could live her life without talking to Joe. It wouldn't be hard but she also knew how petty and vindictive her husband could be so,did she want to spend the rest of her life with him bringing up her sleeping with Joe everytime they had an argument? .. 

“Kiyana, please.”

Could she go back to living her life with Josh pretending they were this happy ass couple? 

Y'all know I love cliffhangers lmao.. WELP. This is it. The final chapter.

Once again I want to thank each and every single person who has showed love for this story. I will forever love you guys.

And don't forget, THE SEQUEL IS ON THE WAY!

Do y'all think Kiyana stays with Josh? And if she does will it be too hard for them to move past all of the infidelity?

[kissesfrombangtanatnight]

Pillow Talk: Jimmy Uso

AN I do not own the image in this image.

You lied in your husbands muscular arms feeling so loved and secure. He lied beside you kissing along your collarbone ever so gently.

"Look, if you think you're about to sweet talk your way into round three, you're wrong. I'm tired as hell and sore. Nobody told you to be going that damn hard." You say playfully hitting his arm. He looks down smirking at you.

"If I remember correctly, you were yelling out daddy, fuck me harder! right there! ahh! just a few moments ago." He says imitating your high pitched moans.

"Boy shut uppp." You say hiding your face in his chest as if this weren't y'alls umpteenth time having sex. But, every time felt so different with him. He knew your body and needs like the back of his hand. Your man was ready to do whatever, whenever, however to your body, all you had to do was give him the green light. "But seriously babe, I don't think I'm gonna make it to work in the morning." You groan.

"If I don't have that thang sore, I ain't doin my job. Besides, you were gonna call in sick anyway. I did you a favor." You playfully roll your eyes though he can't see in the dimly lit room. A comfortable silence falls between you to as you trace the tattoos on his lower arm.

"Baby, you remember how we met?" He asks suddenly, caressing your hip. You think back to the time you and Jimmy met twelve years ago.

"How can I forget. You came up to me talkin bout some you're gonna be my wife. Boy you just don't know you almost got your ass slapped. No, for real, you was about to have me kill your future generations with one damn kick between your legs." You say looking up at him as he laughs.

"So am I wrong for speaking it into existence? You're right here aren't you? I knew I had you the minute I walked up. You were then one, I had to let you know." He smiles that beautiful smile of his.

"I'm just saying, can't be saying shit like that these days. Have you six feet under."

"But seriously though, I'm glad I did. We've come a long way. It hasn't always been easy and I know there were plenty of times we both could've walked away, but we didn't. What we've built these past decade can't be broken. I love you so much. You're my world, aside from my kids. I love you. I love you. I love you." He says in between kisses.

"I love you more than you know. I've never felt love like this. Like, I found everything I every wanted and needed in a husband in you. And one day, everything I need in the father of my children. I got you no matter what, and you don't have to doubt that. Good or bad, thick or thin, know that I'll be right there." You say sincerely kissing his smiling lips. You pull him closer, tangling your hand in the nap of his neck. His beautiful hair falling down his face. Your tongue explored each others mouths as you let out soft whimpers. He's already hard again and your wetness is making your thighs slippery. If the mood couldn't have been more set, it began to rain outside.

"Speaking of. You make me wanna get you pregnant." He groans. You watch as he pulls away momentarily to get off the bed. You already knew what that meant. You turn around on your stomach and position yourself for him. Before you can even do it yourself, he grabs you by your ankles and pulls you to the end of the bed. He teases your wet entrance with his tip as you look back biting your lip in anticipation.

"Ready for me baby?" He asks pushing his tip into you causing you to gasp.

'Hell yeah, put that fuckin baby inside me." You beg. Nothing more needed to be said as he guides himself into you slowly. "Fuck baby." You hiss gripping on the sheets tightly as your man stretches you out.

"Say less baby because I'm about to make sure nothing spills out." He smirks knowing this was going to be a very, very long night for you.

[midniiights-garden]

A Little Mistake MobAU!Mizu x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your scary, intimidating mob boss wife attempts to cook for you. It... does not go well.

TWs!! Mentions of blood and gore, mentions of violence, swearing

DISCLAIMER!!: REMEMBER Y'ALL THIS IS PURELY WORKS OF FICTION. I DO NOT CONDONE THE ROMANTICISATION OF ANY KIND OF MOB OR GANG AND I AM DESCRIBING IT AS SUCH. IF ANYONE YOUNG IS READING THIS IS ALL FICTITIOUS!!

To most people Mizu was untouchable. A Goddess in her own right. After she murdered her late husband she moved on, driven by rage and bitterness, and ended up starting a rather small but lethal group of assassins. With her as the head, of course. And for a long time she remained bitter and cold, her heart worn out with one too many heartbreaks.

Until she met you.

You were kind yet strict, a diamond in the rough one could say. The only catch? You were a woman.

Mizu was hesitant to pursue you at first, not really sure if she was ready for another heartbreak. Or to confront the fact that she was undoubtly attracted to women. However, it turned out she didn't have to. You made the first move, presenting her a single white tulip, not a word leaving your lips.

And the rest was history.

Now you and her were happily married. Mizu was happier than she ever thought she could be. She could practice her swordsmanship in peace and she had a pretty, intellegent and kind wife to boot.

It's been 4 years now. Mizu, being the secretly loving wife she was, snuck out of your shared bed early to cook for you. Did she know how to cook? No. Not at all. But it couldn't be that bad, right?

Wrong.

On the morning of fourth year anniversary you wake to the sound of Mizu swearing, said wife no where to be found and the smell of charcoal coming from the kitchen. You stumble out of bed, searching for Mizu only to find her in the kitchen with the fire exstinguisher in hand, a pan full of... something... being the cause of the smell.

"...happy anniversary?" Mizu greets quietly, smiling sheepishly at you as she lowers the fire extinguisher.

You sigh. How could you ever get mad at that precious face? All you do is walk forward, wrapping your arms around her waist and kissing her softly.

"Tried to cook, huh darling?" You ask, raising your eyebrow.

Mizu blushes out of embarassment, looking away.

"I... I didn't think it'd be that hard... I just wanted to surprise you since you're always cooking for us," she murmurs, now deciding to hide her face in the crook of your neck.

You giggle, squeezing her softly before planting a kiss to her forehead.

"Awww, darling. Thank you very much for trying. Lets try together now, huh? So that you know what to do for next time."

You spend the rest of the morning cleaning up Mizu's mess (much to her absolute embarassment) and then cooking alongside her, showing her how to adjust the heat, how to know when something was done cooking and showing her how to crack an egg. Somehow she really struggled with cracking an egg.

Unfortunately around an hour after finishing breakfast Mizu recieved word that she was needed. She left begrudgingly, apologizing profusely as she left to deal with... whatever it was she dealt with. You knew the gist, but you really weren't interested in the nitty gritty of it.

She returns at 2AM, her previously crisp white shirt drenched in blood. She had several scratches on her body and she was obviously not in a great mood. Before you could say anything she had tossed herself on top of you, curling into your warmth and staining your clothing with blood. Not that you cared right now.

You decide not to speak, instead holding your precious wife close as you wipe the blood splatters off her face. You watched as her face finally relaxed, the scowl wearing off and replaced by a more serene, content expression.

"Tired?" You whisper.

"Yeah...." She replies. "...I'm sorry for not being here today, my love."

You shake your head, understanding the severity of her work.

"No, it's alright. You're here now, right? That's all that matters. You're here."

Mizu looks up at you, her eyes tired yet undoubtly so grateful for your entire exsistance.

"I love you... I love you so much," she whispers hoarsely.

"I love you too, Mizu. Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary, love."

You spend the rest of the night cuddling and talking with your loving wife knowing you had your entire lives ahead of you. You knew whatever happened, she would be yours and you would be hers.

(A/N: Dedicated to the lovely @emiliabby!! Tysm for tagging me in that idea post <33)

[skzhua]

Episode seven.

MASTERLIST

pairing: XO, Kitty's Min Ho x Female Reader

genre: Fluff, angst, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, coming-of-age.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: Kind of suggestive, reader is in denial, lowkey cringe but it's cute y'all, I promise.

summary: Transferring to KISS was the last thing you had asked for and, yet, a certain tall boy made it seem both worse and better than you expected.

note: Bold - Korean, Italic - Over the phone

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You didn't remember how and when you got home. The last thing you knew was that Q had found you among the crowd of students and that you almost passed out then. That would explain why you were back in your room with the worst headache you had ever experienced. You truly woke up when Kitty gasped as she sat right up on her bed. She got up and shook your body but you groaned in pain. Concluding you were not going to get up, she left to go to Q, leaving the door of your room opened. It allowed you to hear everything.

"Q! I have something to tell you, get up!" Kitty hurriedly said.

Another door opened only for Min Ho to yell at his friend. "Q! Did you drink my collagen water?" He got no response other than an annoyed groan. "Or was it you?"

"What? No." Kitty answered.

By then, you made no effort to stay in bed as your roommates couldn't keep their voices down. You walked to the kitchen and laid your head on the counter as you kept listening to them.

"My collagen water is meant to keep my skin dewy. Not rehydrating people who can't handle their liquor."

"My God, why are you screaming?" Q whined. "It's the middle of the night and I'm still drunk."

"No, it's not. It's 8 in the morning."

"Already?" you whined as well.

"Yes. And thanks to some idiot, my party dynasty has come to an untimely end, so yeah, I am in a mood." he sighed.

"Are you in a mood to make me coffee?" Q pouted.

"Yes, but I will deeply resent you."

Your head shot up at the mention of the drink. "Will you be an angel and make me a cup too?"

He deadpanned at you. "And now you want my help. Fine but don't complain if it's not to your liking."

He walked around the counter and started to prepare everything. You yawned loudly and he shushed you, but you still yawned again.

"For crying out loud, will you stop?"

"Your party, your fault. I didn't even want to go in the first place."

"Ah yeah? And yet, you still came and denied me when I was trying to be nice to you for once. I'd say the alcohol played a big part in it, just as much as to why you're so unpleasant this morning."

You laughed sarcastically. "Aren't you being nice now..."

"I am. Here's your coffee." he said rudely as he placed the mug in front of you.

You hopped off the stool to go to the living space while he followed after to give Q his coffee and you dropped on the seat lazily. Him and Kitty seemed to be having an interesting chat as they argued whether she had a sex dream or not.

"Was it about Dae?" you joined in and she denied quickly. "Okay, not Dae."

"No, no. I didn't say I had a sex dream."

Min Ho also joined as he gave Q his cup and stood next to you, leaning on your chair.

"Okay, you didn't have to. Spill." Q insisted.

"It doesn't even matter because dreams don't mean anything."

"She's right." Min Ho jumped in rather quickly. "They don't mean anything. You can have a sex dream about someone you hate in real life."

"Yes, yes, exactly. Thank you, Min Ho. He could have a sex dream about, um, Y/N!"

You heard Min Ho choke on his coffee and you facepalmed. "What the..."

Q looked up in thoughts and bopped his head towards you. "He had a sex dream about you."

"No, I didn't." he dismissed. "If I did have a sex dream about Y/N, it'd be a sex nightmare."

"Oh gosh." you shut your eyes in embarrassment.

"I'm not hearing a denial." Q pointed out.

"It doesn't matter because dreams don't mean anything." he repeated.

"Exactly. I hate mayo." Kitty said.

"And I hate Y/N."

You winced at how loud he was while being right next to you. Q gave you a knowing look and you huffed at how intense this morning was for no reason.

"Sex dreams mean something." he smiled mischievously.

Someone then knocked at the door. You and Kitty rushed back to your room to hide only to hear Finnerty come in. Saying you were in big trouble, he informed the guys about an eight hour long detention you had to attend because of the party. You cried out and let yourself fall face first into your blankets.

"I blame this on you and Q. I wouldn't have come if you minded your business and left me alone."

Kitty chuckled. "Did you have fun, though?"

"I guess? Mostly but I wouldn't have minded staying home."

You stepped in the library together, Professor Lee having started the detention already. You sat at a table and started to pull your things out of your bag. Most of it were your notes to study for your upcoming exams. It didn't feel like it quite yet, but the end of the semester was nearing.

"You have your friend, Miss Song Covey, to thank for that." he said which caused for everyone to gasp, including yourself. "That's right. She was kind enough to alert me to last night's shenanigans."

He held out his hand for the two of you to give your phones and you complied.

"It was you?"

"It was you?"

Both Min Ho and you looked at each other weirdly after saying the same thing at the same time. Kitty chuckled awkwardly.

"This could be fun, though." she tried to cheer up. "Like The Breakfast Club, right?"

She only received glares from the others. You shook your head in disappointment and opened your books to focus on something else other than her.

Somehow, Madison found her way to detention and sat down at Min Ho's table, waving at him cutely. The girl never particularly bothered you much but with what happened the night prior, you weren't on her good side. It shouldn't even affect you this much. Min Ho had the right to do whatever he wanted on his own time.

"Hey, babe. Last night was memorable." you overheard her say to him.

Okay, maybe it did get to you more than necessary.

He cleared his throat in uneasiness. "Why are you even in here? You didn't get caught at the party."

She gave him a knowing look and you decided to step into their conversation. "Yeah, how did you not get caught?"

"Please, I've snuck out of every window in every boarding school."

Professor cut your discussion short and asked them to give him their phones. Min Ho was staring at you again in the process and mouthed something to you that you couldn't comprehend. He did it again but you were still clueless; he dropped it eventually.

"Hey." Dae called out to your table. "Kitty, did you talk to Yuri?"

She opened her eyes wide. "Yuri? Why would I talk to Yuri? I barely know her. I don't want to talk with Yuri or do anything else with her." she rambled on until her eyes laid on the said-person.

You swore the day could get any weirder than it was, but here you were. Being moody already, you decided to focus on your books instead, diving right back into studying. It didn't last, though. You heard your name being whispered loudly along with a couple of 'psst'. And you would recognize that voice anywhere now. Your eyes found their way to meet his and you were surprised to see an empty chair next to him, Madison having disappeared. He bopped his head to the place next to him but you shook your head. He gave you a look and, with a heavy sigh, you took your stuff and went to sit with him.

"Where's your girlfriend?" you asked.

"She's not my girlfriend. And I told her to sit somewhere else." he pointed to another table where, indeed, she was now sat at.

"So now you can bother me for the next eight hours, great."

"I won't even be allowed to talk with you."

You raised an eyebrow. "There's no point in sitting with you, then."

He shook his head. "I think we need to go over some things you and I?"

"For the chemistry lab? I already explained it to you."

He grunted out of frustration. "No. About you and I."

Lee shushed everyone which restrained you from asking Min Ho what he meant by that. As detention began, you actually did study. Min Ho tried to poke your hand a few times to get your attention but you always dismissed his attempts.

A few hours had passed and you had already gone over most of the stuff you needed to do. As for Min Ho, he scribbled something on a paper for a while. Writing, erasing, writing again... You weren't sure what he was doing but it seemed to keep him occupied. But when he passed the note to you, you became doubtful. You gave it back to him, not wanting to play his little game. He pushed it back to you only for you to do the same. The back and forth lasted until Lee announced he was needed at the gymnasium. After putting Madison in charge since she wasn't even supposed to be there in the first place, he took off.

"You heard him, eyes down." she said, earning groans from the other students.

When he was completely out of the library, however, she stopped pretending and told you all to do whatever. Still, no one moved and kept quiet, uncertain on what to do.

"What? Haven't any of you gotten stuck in a Saturday detention and kept the party going when your teacher leaves the room?" Getting shaking heads as a response, she gasped. "Oh, y'all are so cute. Okay, poker game will start in the World History section, make-outs move in the back by the rare books. I like an organized chaos. Go!" she finished with clasping her hands together.

Everyone moved and started to chat, some continued to study – you included.

"Y/N, can we-" Min Ho started but Madison coming up to him cut him off.

"You, me. Rare books." she whispered to him before grabbing his arm. "Let's go."

"Wait, what?" he broke away from her.

She frowned. "No?"

He glanced at you briefly. "No, find someone else."

She sighed. "So you were serious earlier. No messing around, I see."

She left to go to the stairs where people were starting to lay out their poker game. Min Ho scooted closer to you but you didn't dare to look at him.

"Can we talk now?"

You shrugged. "There's nothing to talk about."

With a frustrated sigh, he grabbed your arm and dragged you out of your chair. You complained but he kept leading you deep into the library, almost reaching the rare books.

"Would you stop pretending for once? Gosh, you're annoying." he said once you reached a spot behind a bookshelf.

"You're going straight to the point, aren't you?"

"Yes because I know you won't. What did you want to tell me last night?" he asked before crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Nothing important... Just that I'm sorry for being rude when you simply wanted to help me with Dongmin."

He grinned. "See? You can be grateful at times."

"Yeah, yeah... But now, I also want to apologize for interrupting your make-out session with Madison."

He grunted. "It was one kiss."

"Yeah, and now it's 'babe', 'last night was memorable' and 'join me by the rare books' type of situation." you scoffed.

"It was one kiss." he repeated. "And I don't even like her, so."

"But somehow, you're together? Make it make sense."

He rolled his eyes. "She made it all up in her mind, I swear."

"Sure."

A smirk slowly grew on his face. "Are you jealous, puppy?"

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks. "You wish I was."

"Hmm, pretty sure you are."

With Professor Lee coming back, you rushed to sit right back where you were. Kitty and Yuri had vanished and you wondered what happened to them. The teacher announced that it was lunch time and gave you a paper to write down your orders. Giving it to Dae first, you and Min Ho joined him at his table.

"What are you going to eat?" you asked him.

"I don't know." he shrugged. "How can I think about food when I'm going crazy wondering what Kitty and Yuri are up to."

"I asked myself the same." you hummed.

"Whatever it is, it's none of our business." Min Ho said.

Dae nodded and took the paper for the food orders. "You're right. I guess I'll just order their lunch."

He started to write but seeing what he was putting for Kitty, you stopped him. "She likes tuna gimbap."

"Without mayo." Min Ho added.

Dae gave you both a weird look. "Since when are you Kitty experts?"

"Since we have to live with her, thanks to someone."

You hit his arm and he grunted while Dae gave you the clipboard. "He's kidding, he loves living with her."

He scoffed. "Let's say I do. I know what you'll have."

"No, you don't."

"So you weren't just about to put in kimchi gimbap with jjajangmyeon?" he sneered at you making you stop writing to glare at him. "I'm right, no?"

"You are." you admitted and gave the sheet to the next table.

"Hey, what are you doing? I didn't write mine."

"I did it for you. Bulgogi kimbap? Extra kimchi?"

He grinned at you. "I'm impressed, not going to lie."

You smiled back and your eyes lingered on each other for a second too long. Dae observed in confusion.

"Did I miss something about you two?"

Min Ho only let out a hum. While Professor Lee announced he'd do a roll call, Dae started to panic. With the girls not being here, he whispered for help to the tables around. Florian was kind enough to be a suck up to the teacher and Lee left to go get a book. That left the rest of you in Madison's charge, meaning being totally free.

Min Ho took your hand and went back to the bookshelf you were at minutes ago. You knew what was coming; he wanted to finish what you had started to discuss. Crossing his arms again, he waited for you to speak.

"What do you want me to say?" you whined, getting annoyed by his behaviour.

"With Madison, were you jealous or not?"

You groaned. "This isn't close to being important to know."

He took a step closer to you. "For me, it is."

Your breath hitched. His figure hovering you, just like that time on Chuseok, it felt too personal to be a casual move. You didn't want to look at him, but he didn't stand that. Bringing his hand to your chin, he lifted your head up so you were finally eye to eye. If you weren't blushing already, you definitely were now.

"What if I wasn't? Then what?"

He thought for a moment. "Then that is it. We act as if this conversation never happened."

You hummed. "And... if I was?"

He smirked. "Wouldn't you like to find out?"

"Min Ho, please."

His eyes softened. "Then it'd be very difficult for me to not kiss you."

Something snapped in you. While a second ago you would have donne anything to keep him away the furthest from you, now all you wanted to do was to smash your lips against his. So you did just that, kissed him right away. He was startled by your boldness but it didn't take him long to kiss you back, bringing your body closer to his by your waist. It felt like every pound that had been weighting on your shoulders was gone, all the bizarre tension gone. You wondered if this was only one of his jokes to mock you afterwards but you were too immersed in the moment to care.

Unfortunately, it came to an end when someone shouted that Professor Lee was back again. You broke away from Min Ho's embrace to walk back to the tables.

"Let's go."

He held your wrist and shook his head. "Just one more minute." he said and pecked your lips.

"Lee's coming."

He huffed. "You're no fun."

You shrugged your shoulders. "We'll play later, puppy."

You swore you had never seen his eyes get darker so fast. "I like that idea."

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[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 2 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: I may or may not have lived with these boys this weekend <3. Seriously y'all I was in a mood and needed this lol Hell I'm still in said mood.

Warnings: Dominate Steve and Eddie with a sub reader. Everything within this story IS consensual! I would never write a version of these boys where it wasn't. There is some degrading if you squint. Not as much as that first chapter. Choking and overstimulation for sure. Dirty talk all the way because I need these boys to whisper dirty dirty things to me. Smut, angst, and...fluff. Yes...I said fluff. Reader mentions being sore. I think that's it.

Word Count: 3497

The following morning, you sit in your car starring down at the school in front of you. They were both here already. You know because you passed their empty vehicles as you searched for a parking space. Riddled with anxiety, you finally mustered the strength to head in and begin your day. 

As you headed for your locker, you found yourself involuntary looking for them and you had no idea why. It’s not like either of them were going to address you or what you three had done the previous night with other people around. 

Would they even bring it up at all even after school? As you fell asleep last night, you could still smell them on you especially Steve. Hell, you could still feel them inside of you even when you woke up, your sore throat and cunt a constant reminder. 

“Hey you.”

“Jesus, Maze! You startled me.”

Your friend grinned as she leaned against the wall beside you. “I’m not surprised. I’m not sure where you’ve been space cadet but you’ve been staring at your locker for almost a whole minute without moving. I thought maybe you forgot how they work. See, you have to turn this thing here—”

“Yeah, yeah.” You giggle as you swat her hand away, spinning in your combination before opening the little door. A small yelp escapes your lips as something soft falls to your chest.

As you lift it up to inspect it, you realize it was the blouse you had been wearing yesterday. The one that Eddie had tore open but you could swear he took it with him when you guys left. 

On the collar you noticed a piece of notebook paper safety pinned to the fabric with a note scrawled across it in black marker. 

“The buttons may not be 100% even but it will button! -E.M.”

Your grin grew as you opened the shirt further to find that the buttons had been sewn back on. He didn’t have to do that.

“And there she goes again. Y/N!” Masie snaps her fingers in front of your face. “Honey, it’s a shirt. Either put it on or put it back. We have to get to class!”

You both made it a little before the bell, completely enthralled in your conversation to even realize Steve wasn’t in his usual seat but behind yours. 

“Um, are you lost Steve Harrington?”

“No Masie Collins. I’m right where I want to be.”

She huffs as she turns her back to him, addressing you. “Do you want me to sit there today?”

Your eyes scan him over, taking note of his calm demeanor. “No. I’m okay.”

You friend slides in the desk in front of you right as the teacher walks in and announces the class will be watching a movie today. As the lights fall and the film begins, you hear the man rustling around behind you. 

Suddenly, a folded piece of paper finds its way to your desk. Glancing at the teacher to make sure he’s not looking; you quickly open it.

“Are you okay?”

A small smile flickers across your lips as you respond and pass the note back to him. 

“Yes. I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”

“We wanted to call and check on you but we don’t have your number.”

“That’s ok. You guys don’t need to do that.”

You heard Steve aggressively sigh through his nose before replying. 

“This is the part where you’re supposed to give me your number…”

“How am I supposed to know what you want if you don’t ask?”

You hold the note in your hand, contemplating your words. You know it will upset him but why do you even care. Fuck Steve Harrington. You still thought he was an asshole… right? After passing it to him, you wait for his response. It feels like an eternity before the folded piece of paper finds its way back to you. 

“I don’t ask, honey. I take.”

“Sounds about right. Still a fucking asshole. Thank you for reminding me. And I’m NOT your honey!”

You heard him snicker behind you. 

“What would you rather I call you? Whore? Slut? Think carefully because whatever you choose is what I’m calling you when my dick is inside you again.”

You clung to the paper as you exhaled, stifling the moan that wanted to break free. As you closed your eyes to steady your breathing, you felt Steve’s index finger trace along your spine to the back of your neck. Quickly looking around to make sure no one was watching, you leaned back in your chair, keening into his touch. 

“I’m sorry. I just I don’t feel comfortable giving you my number. What if one of your friends gets it?  I’m afraid.”

“Ok. I understand. Instead of your number can you give me something else instead? Something else I need to hear from you.”

“Yes?”

“Did you like having me fuck you even though you fucking hate my guts? I told Eddie after you left that he has to try your pussy for himself. I’m seriously getting hard thinking about how tight you were around me.”

The bell chimed signaling the end of the period before you could answer and as you turned to face him, he had already got up and left the classroom.

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You managed to avoid them the rest of the day, choosing to skip lunch and walking into your last class with Steve a little later than normal. Your coach called you into her office near the end of the day advising you they were changing practice today and said that Mr. Higgins would notify the detention moderator. 

Breathing a sigh of relief at being able to avoid the boys until tomorrow, you changed into your practice uniform and put all your focus into the court in front of you. Your satisfaction was short lived however as the basketball your teammate had passed whizzed by you, rolling into two pairs of sneakers. 

“Hey there, princess.” Eddie grinned as he knelt down and picked up the ball, twirling it in his hands in front of you. 

“Enough, Mr. Munson.” The teacher yanked the ball from his grasp and handed it to you. “Miss Y/L/N.”

“Thank you.” Your eyes meet theirs for a brief moment before you ran back to your team. 

The teacher walked the boys up the bleachers to where some of the other pep squad members were working on banners and inventory. You felt their eyes on your through practice, doing everything you could to just focus on the task in front of you. Occasionally, your eyes would wonder and you would see Eddie making one of the other girl’s giggle or Steve’s hands reach out and touch one theirs as they batted their eyelashes at him. 

Why does that make me angry? Am I jealous? No, I’m not! How can I be? Steve was right. I fucking hate him and Eddie.  I don’t even fucking know Eddie! They can touch and flirt with whoever the fuck they want! They can—

The basketball you threw towards the risers hit the wall just barely above the boy’s heads with an aggressively loud bang. 

“Oh shit! Are you guys, ok?”, your coach asked as she ran towards the stands. “Part of the hazard of doing stuff like this during practice.”

When Eddie and Steve turned their heads to look at you, they were met with your angry stare. The metalhead reached for the ball and held it out to you as you held up your hands to catch it. 

“Oh no, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt by throwing it.”

“I’m pretty tough. I can handle anything you throw my way.”

His smile faded as he glared at you, his tone full of venom as he spoke. “Come get the ball.”

As quick as you could, you bounced up the steps and slid into their aisle. When you leaned down to take it from him, Steve reached out to grab your wrist, pulling you closer to them. 

“That was really fucking stupid.”

“Mr. Harrington! You had all day to talk to Y/N. Y/N, get back down there and Steve focus on what you’re supposed to be doing.” You tried to do as you were told but the man’s gripped tightened, holding you in place. 

“Let. Me. Go.”

“Say please.”

“Jesus, am I talking to myself here?! Harrington! Munson! You have like twenty minutes left. Is it too much to ask that you guys behave?”

You tried pulling your wrist again but he maintained his grasp even as your coach began calling your name. Panic started to set in as your eyes fleeted around the gym.

“Please let me go.” Steve released you and Eddie handed you the basketball. “Fuck you both.”

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After practice you jumped in the shower, losing track of time as you let the hot water calm you down. You shouldn’t be jealous but you were. You shouldn’t want them but you did. What was this little dynamic anyway? Were you just fucking them or was there more? How did they even feel about you? There were so many unanswered questions and you were afraid to ask any of them. 

The sound of something hitting the tile loudly next you, jolted your eyes open as Eddie and Steve stood before you, blocking your only exit out of the shower stall. 

“It’s not nice when someone throws something at you, is it?”

Steve threw the basketball again forcefully behind you making you shout as you moved out of the way. 

“You’re…you’re not allowed…in here.” They chuckled as you stammered over your words. 

“Oh no, Steve. She’s right. We don’t want to get in trouble with the coach. No, wait a minute. We saw her leave a little while ago.”

“Mr. C could still be here.”

“I don’t think so, Harrington. He left when he thought we did. Hm.” Eddie places his finger on his chin as he pretends to think. “The last member of you team left fifteen minutes ago. I hate to say it but I think it’s just us.” 

You backed into the corner as you tried cover your sensitive areas with your hands. 

“Don’t to that, sweetheart. This is the first time I believe we’re really getting a good look at you here. Put your arms down.” Eddie closes his eyes as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Alright. Hard way again. Go get her, Steve.”

“No! No.” You drop your arms to your side as the boy stepped forward. 

Their eyes drank you in from head to toe as you nervously fidgeted against the wall. “Hm. I don’t get it, Harrington. She’s obviously extremely beautiful. I’ve never seen it but according to you she is capable of being sassy and raising her voice above a whisper. It seems by her display during her practice she is confident and able to somewhat express what she’s feeling. Maybe not correctly but still… why is she so fucking…timid?”

“Probably because we scare her.”

“Yeah, obviously not enough though since someone got jealous.”

As they laughed at you, something slowing cracked open inside of you as you stood up taller and glared at them. 

“I was NOT jealous. I have no reason to be.”

“Oh? So, you just threw something at us for fun? That’s not nice.” Steve was mocking you; they both were and it was making you even more riled up. 

“Fuck you! I don’t care who you flirt with or talk to. I threw that basketball at you because you both are so fucking aggravating! Ugh!”

Eddie’s hand shout out, gripping your hair as he pulled you out of the stall and guided you towards the locker area. “There she is! Now that’s the kind of girl I like to play with.”

As soon as your back connected with the cold metal of the lockers, his lips were on yours. You mewled at the taste of him, making him smirk into your kisses. As his mouth travelled down your skin, stopping to flick his tongue along your nipples, Steve came to your side. 

“You never answered my question.”

Eddie lifted your leg, balancing it on the bench behind him before pressing his face fully into your sex. You moaned as his tongue went work, rapidly moving between your folds as he switched between tasting your hole and sucking on your swollen nub.

“Oh my god.”

Steve’s fingers reached out delicately turning you to look at him. “Did you like me fucking you last night?” When you nodded, his palm reached out to grip you throat. “Say it, honey.”

“Y-yes, Steve. I liked you fucking me.”

“Shit. I forgot you don’t want to be called honey. Did you ever think of a name you would prefer?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You clung to Eddie’s hair as you came, your legs trembling. Steve smirked as you panickily looked at him when the metalhead didn’t stop his tongues assault on your clit. 

“Oh, he can stay down there for hours and with how good you taste… I mean, I’m just assuming. I didn’t get to have you as a meal myself yesterday but…”, his breath warmed your ear as he leaned closer. “…I could still smell your juices after I got home. So fucking good.”

Your eyes rolled back at his words as his lips kissed your cheek. The man felt you pulling below his waist, glancing down to see you tugging at his belt.  Steve’s smile grew as he helped you, unbuckling his pants and kicking them to the side before yanking off his shirt. You licked your palm, reaching down to stroke his cock. 

A combination of a laugh and a moan left his lips as he leaned his head against yours. “There was…more to that question I asked, you know.”

You other hand tugged hard on Eddie’s hair as the coil snapped again. He quickly rose to his feet, shoving two of his fingers into his mouth before roughly inserting them inside your pussy.

“What question did you ask, Stevie?”

“I asked if she liked having me fuck her even though she fucking hates me.”

“I—mmm—I don’t, fuck…” His digits rapidly moving between your legs was making it hard for you to collect your thoughts. 

“Oh. I’d like to hear the answer to that to. Answer him, princess.” Eddie’s head tipped back as he looked down at you with annoyed eyes. “Answer him.”

“I—I can’t…” Tears began to flow as he thrust his fingers faster, the sound of your slick filling the huge locker room. 

“Yes, you can, baby. Come on.”

“I…I—shit—I don’t fucking hate you!” You came hard as your legs buckled and your arms shot out to hold the metalhead’s shoulders, trying to keep yourself from falling over. “I don’t. Please…one…one minute.” 

They gave you more than enough time to catch your breath. As soon as your body stopped shaking, you felt more confident in your ability to stand as you straightened yourself and leaned back to look in their eyes.

“I don’t know you. I just know that you hang around with people I hate.”

Steve nodded as he turned your head to face Eddie who lifted your leg again, balancing it behind him. While he removed his pants, you lifted off his shirt, tracing your fingers along tattoos you didn’t know he had. 

The man dragged his cock through your soaking folds, gathering the wetness before breaching your entrance. “Jesus fucking Christ, Harrington. You were right. She’s so fucking tight.” You whimper as he thrust himself into at a steady pace. Eddie wasn’t quite bigger than Steve but he was thicker, stretching you open with every stroke.

You whined as your arms clung to his neck, his forehead leaning on yours as he panted against your lips. “You feel so good. Oh my god. Taking me so fucking well. Say my name, sweetheart.”

“Eddie…”, you mewled. 

“Louder.”, he grunted in frustration. You moaned it again but it still wasn’t enough. Eddie reaches between your both massaging your clit with his fingers as he pumped in you at a much more rapid pace. “Louder, Y/N! Come on! Don’t… don’t whimper my name under that meek voice bullshit! You say my name like you mean it!”

You screamed his name repeatedly as you came around his cock, positive that if anyone was walking by outside they would call the cops. 

“Fuck me, baby. Good girl. Such a good fucking girl. Can I cum inside you?” When you nod, his head falls against the locker beside yours as he rolls his hips roughly against your own. “Tell me, baby. Beg me to.”

“P-please, Eddie. I need you cum inside me. Please. I need to feel you.”

His mouth opened in a silent O as his hips sputter and he thrusts his seed into your cunt. Eddie licked his bottom lip as he pulled out and took a step back. Your arm was abruptly yanked to the side and Steve spun you around in front of him, slamming you back into the lockers. 

He didn’t take the time to ask if you were ok or even offer to be gentle after taking Eddie. His dick easily slid into your hole and you both moaned at the feeling. The pace he set was almost animalistic as his arms wrapped around your stomach to hold you to him. You lifted your arm to tangle your fingers in his hair, turning his head so your lips could find his own. 

“Steve, please. I want you to cum inside me to.”

“After—mmm—after you cum…again.”

“I-I-I can’t. I’m…it’s too much.”

“That’s so weird. Didn’t sound like to me he was asking.” You glanced over at Eddie who was leaning beside you two watching. 

One of Steve’s arms dropped as his fingers found their way to your overstimulated bundle of nerves. The tears began to fall again and the only words you could manage to find was “Please, Steve” as you repeated it till the coil broke. 

“Yes, honey. Fuck.” His body pushed you flat against the barrier in front of you as he chased his high, grunting into your shoulder as you felt rope after rope of his release shoot inside of you.

You continued to cry as his hands gripped your hips so he could slowly pull out of your now extremely sore pussy. Eddie pushed off the lockers and Steve did the same as he reached for your hand to follow. His head swiveled around when you didn’t move.

“Can you walk? I can carry you if you can’t.” When you nodded your head, he lightly tugged your arm. “Well, come on then.”

You were hesitant as you trailed behind before you realized they were taking you back towards the showers. The metalhead already had it running as steam filled the area. 

“Did you guys ever see Carrie? That’s what these stalls remind me of.”

Steve guides you under the water, pushing your hair to one side as you both watch Eddie descend to his knees and begin cleaning your body. 

“Isn’t that the one with the prom?”, the boy asks. 

“Yes, Harrington. More does happen but at least you actually understand my reference for once.”

“I’ve never seen the movie.” They both glance up at you when you speak. “I read the book though.”

A small smile appears on Steve’s face. “There’s a book?”

“Geez, Steven. It wouldn’t kill you to visit a library every now and then.” Eddie rises to his feet, continuing his task. “Do you like Stephen King?”

“I do. Have you read Christine? They’re making into a movie.”

He grins down at you as he reaches behind you to turn off the shower. Steve dries you off before wrapping you in a towel. They gather their clothes from the floor as you open your locker and get dressed as well. 

“I’m sorry…for what I did during practice.” Your eyes remained on the floor as you brushed your hair. When you finally managed to look up, you find them looking at each other. 

“Are you hungry?”

“Huh?”

“We were going to go grab some food in town. Are you hungry? Do you want to come?”, Steve asks again. 

“I…we…should we?” The man’s head tilts to the side as Eddie chuckles. “I mean…what are…what is this?” You gesture between the three of you. 

“This is hunger, princess. Steve and I are starving. If you don’t want to come that’s fine. It’s completely up to you.”

“Oh, um—”

“We’d like to get to know you better. Frankly, you’re a constant surprise. You…you fascinate me.”

“Me to.”, Eddie chimed in. 

Your eyes shifted between theirs, seeing that softness that had illuminated through yesterday when they walked you to your car. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to see where this went. 

“Where were you guys thinking of going to eat?”

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[gyuhanniescarat]

Cupcakes & Kisses

there’s no way a snow day spent indoors with your boyfriend could possibly go wrong, right? then again… most people’s significant other isn’t choi seungcheol.

pairing: choi seungcheol x afab!reader

genres/tropes: fluff, smut (MDNI 18+, or you will be blocked), established relationship, slice of life, idol cheol, office worker au (feat. kep1er yu jin, fromis_9 ha young, le sserafim chae won), snowed in

word count: 3.3k

warnings: love-drunk cheol, pussy-whipped cheol, DIRTY TALK (i apologize for going off so much; you wouldn’t believe me if i said i wrote this while darl+ing & crush on loop), cheol has an oral fixation, fellatio/oral (m receiving), CHEOL IN SPECS (yes, this IS VERY much a warning; i’ve had a severe cheol in specs kink/brainrot for months as a result of this weverse live), a solid 2.2k of this is just PuRe FiLtH, my mind shifted to WONU’S “tasty” meme for a hot minute (i beg, pls don’t come for me🤭), heavy use of pet names (cheol calls reader… angel, darling, my love, princess, baby girl. reader calls cheol… cheolie, babe, daddy), light daddy kink (daddy is more just used as a title here), size kink (if you squint... bc i am a proprietor of the CHEOL MONSTER COCK agenda), mentions of breeding kink (be safe, stay protected from babies and STI's when being intimate with a partner y'all), cum play/eating, kitchen sex (idk, there’s no p in v action here, but cheol does get the gawk gawk 3000 so i put it here just in case), let me know if i missed something luvvies!

suggestive/smutty prompt no.12 “I think I can make you cum before the cupcakes finish baking.”

request: yes; long overdue; written for my winter event (so sorry for the delay, my dear annonie!! I hope you come across this post)

notes: Happy Valentine’s, my luvvies!! 💋💌🌹 My first fic of 2023 is here, and it’s for none other than one of my main bias wreckers… carats and seventeen’s general leader, our daddu MR. CHOI SEUNGCHEOL 🍒 I hope 2023 has been good to you so far, and I hope regardless of whether you have a valentine or not, you can use this time of year as a reminder to share your love with those who are most important to you. 

a/n 2: thank you for the likes, but feedback and reblogs are always greatly appreciated (especially on my lengthier pieces) 💖

Waking up alone, to the feeling of ice-cold, empty bed sheets, this moment in time was undoubtedly the furthest from how you envisioned the day would go. But, you’re really in no mood to complain about that. Finding Seungcheol’s side of the bed unmade and devoid of his warmth is a relatively regular occurrence in the morning, as it’s not all that uncommon for him to fall asleep in his studio, or come home from practices, recordings, and schedules after you’ve gone off to work. But, you know for a fact that Seungcheol did come home by midnight and slept with you last night. Well… you’re 90% sure he came home. Yes, you were in a bit of a daze, but you vividly recall the dip of Seungcheol's side of the bed as two big, strong arms pulled you close, his distinct woodsy scent filling your nostrils as he snuggled up to you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. So, upon stretching your arm out and feeling nothing but the freezing, wrinkled white sheet, you are initially confused, but you just assumed he had something to attend to right away. However, you received quite the surprise when you made your way to the kitchen with the intention of making yourself breakfast. 

Rolling out of your shared king bed, in your fluffy polar bear slippers and a pair of black satin sleep shorts which are covered by one of Seungcheol’s old t-shirts you stole when you first started dating… you stroll into the living room and push the curtains open. Tidying up here and there, you silently scold “yesterday’s you” for neglecting to at least clean up a bit instead of binging your favorite drama. Collecting the bit of trash left on the coffee table, you continue along toward the kitchen. Like a deer caught in headlights, you stand in place, in awe and disbelief of what’s in front of you. “C-c-cheolie?” You inquire, looking quizzingly at the presence of your boyfriend standing in the kitchen at 8 in the morning. He stands there at the kitchen counter with his jet-black hair perfectly fluffy and styled to perfection. Just a strand or two has strayed away from its place and is softly draping over one of his eyebrows. He is wearing his silver-rimmed, round-frame glasses with his famous balenciaga t-shirt and medium wash jeans, that only cheol can manage to make look fashionable. A cozy, college boyfriend, domestic Seungcheol with his specs on is a rare sight. So you find yourself silently appreciating this cheol, and thanking whatever forces have blessed you with this view. 

“Mhmm. Mornin’, my angel. Did you sleep well, darling?” Cheol grins, taking you into his embrace and pressing soft, light kisses to the side of your neck. You melt right into his arms and bury your face into his well-defined, pillowy chest. “Mhm-hmm. I always have the best sleep of my life whenever you’re laying next to me, and cuddling with me, cheol.” You giggle, shivering from the chill in the air and the spine-tingling sensation of Seungcheol’s kisses. “Oh, I know, baby girl. You were clinging onto me last night as if I would disappear.” He chuckles, shifting to kiss you on the forehead. “I- I just want to absorb and cherish every chance I get to be in your arms, cheolie. I l-like it when you h-h-hold me close.” You shyly reply. “Anyways. You’re usually out of the house around this time. What are you doing here? Do you have the day off, babe?” You ask, switching subjects by sweetly laughing and looking up at your boyfriend in pure adoration. 

“Ahh, yeah. I suppose I do, princess. I was getting ready to head out to the company, but then our manager texted me about an hour ago saying we wouldn’t be having practice today because there’s a bone-deep chill settling in, and most of the city is blanketed in thick billows of snow. What about you, my beautiful girl? Do you have to go into the office today, darling?” Seungcheol lightheartedly laughs, looking down into your eyes and pushing a strand of your wavy shoulder-length hair behind your ear. “Oh, uh-uh… well, my boss is out of the country on a business trip. So, I don’t have to go into the office, per se. But, Yujin unnie, Hayoung unnie, Chaewon, and I were going to meet up for coffee and lunch. Though, I’m guessing plans might change if it’s gloomy outside.” You explain, words slightly muffled by the fact you’re still leaning against Seungcheol’s chest. 

Just then your phone dings, indicating that you have a new text. Pulling away from cheol a bit, you retrieve your phone from the pocket of your shorts. Cheol watches as you read the message, with a hopeful expression on his face. You pout a little bit as you read over the text Yujin sent through to the group chat. “Oh. I- I guess, I don’t have anything going on today after all. The girls all agreed it’s way too cold outside to even go cafe hopping.” You mutter, feeling a bit mopey about the news. A mischievous smirk spreads across Seungcheol’s face at the sudden revelation. Cheol wraps his arms around your waist again and sways you side to side. “How unfortunate, my love. Shall we have a stay-at-home winter date then, princess? Hot cocoa-” The man proposes, quickly getting cut off by you. “With mini marshmallows?” You cutely bargain. 

He laughs as he pinches your adorably chubby cheeks. “With all the mini marshmallows you want, angel. And of course, whip cream, valentine’s sprinkles, and as a treat, some chocolate-covered strawberries on the side. I’m not some holiday monster, darling.” Seungcheol coos, pulling you closer, despite already being pressed up against you. “Of course, you’re not. You’re my Cheolie. You can’t be a holiday monster when you’re the sweetest boyfriend ever. Yes, yes, yes!!! I love the idea of all of that, babe. Oh, and c-can we?” You shyly ponder, cheeks flushing redder than a red panda. “What is it, baby girl? You can tell me,” he asks, trying not to coo at how adorable you look when you get flustered. “Can we bake some cupcakes? I-I wanna take some to give your mom the next time we go to visit her.” You ask. “You- Y-y-you want to give my mom some cupcakes when we visit her this weekend? Oh, princess. How could I say no to that? Of course, we can. God, I love how warm you are to my mum, as if she were your own. Well, I guess she kinda is your mum now since I intend to make you my Mrs. Choi.

The cupcake-making process was relatively easy one could say. Well, truthfully, it was about as easy as it possibly can be when you have a love-drunk, pussy-whipped simp named Choi Seungcheol in the kitchen. Every time you scooped some batter into the liners of the cupcake tin, you were met with a passionate, lingering kiss from your cheolie. Hell, at one point in the process, he even scooped up some of the batter on his middle and ring fingers, and held his fingers near your mouth, silently encouraging you to take his fingers in, wrap your lips around the digits, and lick the chocolate off. His eyes gloss over with lust, adoration, and love as you make eye contact while having his two fingers deep inside your mouth. “How is it, princess? Good? Is the batter tasty?” Seungcheol questions, biting his lip in an attempt to will his hardening arousal from growing bigger. 

Awakening the little shit, teasing, scheming vixen within, you choose to take the course of riling Seungcheol up. “You tell me, cheolie. I think it tastes pretty good, but I could think of some tastier things around us. Can you?” You seductively purr, doe eyes and long lashes batting innocently. He scoffs in disappointment, but not surprised by the attitude shift from you. “Really? You’re gonna play it that way, princess. Do you really wanna go there? Because daddy can play just as hard, baby girl.” Seungcheol growls huskily, unleashing his daegu satoori in response. 

Ever the mischievous, bratty sub you are, you don’t simply give in like that. Seungcheol may be everything you could’ve asked for and more… yes, he is the only man you’ll ever want to be intimate with. But that doesn’t mean he can just get it for free. Even the sexiest of men gotta work for it, right? Mustering the biggest puppy dog eyes you can pull off, you tilt your head to the side, clasp your hands together, and work it, “Come on. Oh. Daddy wants to play, huh? Well, guess what, daddy? Two can play that game.” You smile innocently and giggle, before kissing cheol on the cheek. After which, you take the first pan of cupcakes and stick them in the oven to bake. “Oh ho ho. I’m not letting you get away with that, princess. In the end, daddy’s gonna be the one laughing. On. Your. Knees. Now.” He warns. 

“Oh, f-fuck. Yes, that’s it. You’re doing so good sucking on my cock like that. You’re daddy’s little cockslut, yeah?” Cheol groans, gripping your hair tightly into a makeshift ponytail. His head is tipped back and resting against the cabinet door behind him. You briefly pull off his length, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip. “Mhm-hmm. Yes, daddy. I’m forever daddy’s personal cockslut. Am I making you feel good, daddy? You curse so much and pull on my hair so hard every time your big, juicy cock bulges in my throat. Oh, does that turn you on, daddy? You’re already gushing so much and I’ve hardly done anything. Does the sight of my tiny mouth struggling on your thick member get you harder?” You suggestively moan out, jerking the man off, thumb and index finger not even touching while holding his dick. 

You mischievously smirk up at Seungcheol’s reaction, taking his balls in between your lips and sucking on them, before eventually taking his cock back into your mouth. “D-did you j-just?? Oh my god! Did you just suck on my balls, princess?!” He loudly groans, accidentally hitting the top of his head on the cabinet handle. You pull away for breath again and giggle at the flustered and shaken state of your boyfriend. “Hehe. Yep. Did you like that? Did it feel good when I gave your balls some attention, daddy? They’re so heavy. Fuck, you’re holding so much cum for me, aren’t you daddy? I can’t wait to feel all your cum flooding inside my tight little cunt. You’ll fill my little pussy with all your cum, right, daddy? You’re gonna breed me and make me a mommy, yeah?” You lowly whisper, jerking his erection even more. 

“Nghh. That was so fucking hot, angel. For a second, it felt like I went to another dimension. It felt damn good, princess. Shit, shit, shittt! You’re making daddy feel so damn good. Keep going just like that, and I’ll be unloading my cum down your little throat. Oh, baby girl, when I’m done with you, there’s no way you won’t be bred and knocked up with my babies. I’mma make damn sure you become the momma of my babies, princess.” He runs on, as his grip on your hair tightens even more. 

“Oh, fucking fuck…. How did I ever manage to snatch up a beauty queen like you? Everything about you turns me on, angel. Your pretty eyes, the way you look at me so innocently even though I corrupted you a long time ago. Your cute hairstyles and how every one just accentuates your gorgeous face even more. Your soft, pink, plump lips that pout at me whenever you’re mad or want something. Or how your lips get so swollen every time we kiss or make out for a bit too long,” Your eyes glaze over further with lust and desire for Seungcheol. Moaning around his length, one of your hands can’t help but slip down toward your core and start rubbing circles on your clit. Fucking hell, Choi Seungcheol and his masters in dirty talk.

“And the way you struggle on my cock, yet take it like a champ. Your cute little hands and how tiny they look in mine. Of course, I can’t forget about your beautiful tits and how I can easily hold them in my hands. Oh, and the way your perky little nipples harden just from a little clit play. Or the way your breath hitches just slightly when I take them in my mouth to suck and bite on them. Oh, I can’t forget about your tiny, tight, soaking cunt. The way your little cunt stretches just to take my cock deep inside your walls, the way it tightens around me with every thrust. The way the stretch of my cock inside your cunt makes your stomach bulge every time I fuck you so good that my length kisses your cervix. And then there’s the way you so enthusiastically take everything I have to give you, even begging me to breed you like you’re nothing more than my little cumdump. ‘M close, princess. I wanna paint your pretty tits and cute little face in my cum. Can I, angel? Can I cover you in my cum?” Cheol pants, trying to stave off his impending orgasm. Quickly pulling off from his big, thick, throbbing dick with a pop, you press a quick kiss to the tip. 

“Mhmm. It’s so fucking sexy when you talk like that. Oh god, I’m fucking soaking my panties now, daddy. I love how you get so love-drunk and pussy-whipped for me every time I suck you off, cheolie. Oh yeah? You wanna cover my face and tits in ropes of your cum, huh? Go ahead. You know you can do whatever you want to me. I’m yours, only yours. You don’t have to ask, daddy. Just wanna make you feel good, wanna be a good good girl for my daddy. Wanna be daddy’s little princess. Wanna do everything my daddy wants. Come for me, all over me, daddy. Don’t care if it’s messy, just want daddy’s cum. Paint me in endless ropes of your warm, thick cum. Let it go, babe. Come for me, please? I need your cum all over me, daddy. Paint me in your cum, and then fuck it into my little cunt, daddy.” You seductively moan, fucked out just from giving your man what is probably one of the blowjobs of his life. 

“Oh god. Yes, yes, yes! Fuckkk. I’m coming. Oh shit, nghh. So good, princess. So so fucking good for me. Fucking hell. Oh fuck, it’s a lot of cum, darling. Oh god. Oh my god, yes. I’m coming- I’m fucking coming. Get ready for my load, baby girl. Daddy has a big load coming for you. You took such good care of daddy, and now, daddy’s gonna reward you with all his cum.” Seungcheol deeply groans, hands winding even tighter in your hair, despite already being inhumanely strong. When Seungcheol finally comes to his long-awaited climax, he takes one hand from your hair and grabs onto your chin, forcing you to look right into his brown eyes as he unloads every last drop of his cum on almost every region of your body. After he comes down from the haze of his high and gains some semblance of post-nut clarity, he immediately loosens the grip he has on your hair. Cheol brings his middle and ring fingers toward your chest, scooping some of his cum from the valley of your breasts, and brings his cum soaked fingers up to your lips. 

You once again, welcome the presence of his fingers in your mouth. You close your lips around the two digits, this time instead of cupcake batter, you are sucking the remnants of his sweet and salty cum off his fingers. “Baby girl, are you really trying to make me pop another boner, right now? Because if you keep giving me bambi-eyes and batt your pretty little lashes at me one more time, I’m not gonna hesitate to take you back to bed and make good on my promise to you one sexy ass expecting momma.” Seungcheol huskily warns. “What if I want that, cheolie? What if I wanna be bred by daddy, like the little naughty cumslut I am? Hmm?” You laugh, sticking your tongue out to show that you swallowed the cum he fed you. 

“Oh, just you wait and see. I’m gonna breed my baby real good. You’re in for it, princess. I’m not stopping till at least one of my loads takes and fertilizes in your womb. How is it, princess?” Cheol chuckles, watching closely as you lick your lips. “Mhmm. Oh shit. Mhmm… yes, daddy. So much cum… so so good. It’s so tasty, cheolie. You’re the tastiest, daddy. But, why waste your perfect cum when we could put it to better use pumping my tight cunt full of cum so much that I definitely end up getting pregnant with your babies.” You whisper, winking at the man standing in front of you. Seungcheol pulls you up, grabs a towel, and goes over to the sink to wet it. A few seconds later, he comes back over to you and helps clean you up a bit. Once he’s done, he throws it in the laundry pile along with your pajamas as well as his pants and boxer briefs. He washes his hands at the sink, then walks back over to you, pulling you in by the waist for a kiss. He can taste himself mixed with your cherry vanilla lip balm, but cheol is used to that by now. “C-c-cheolie!! What are you doing?” You squeal, swatting at his chest. 

“Relax, angel. I’m going to stick the second batch of cupcakes in the oven now, but I wanted a kiss first. Why are you so flustered by me kissing you, princess? You weren’t so shy a minute ago when you were sucking the soul out of me thru my cock. Besides, is it now a crime to want to kiss my girlfriend?” Seungcheol remarks, once again cooing at how your adorableness levels increase whenever you get flustered. He sees how you pout in response to his coos, and chuckles before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and squeezing your hip with his free hand. You watch in silence at the humorous, yet somehow ultra-domestic sight of your half-naked boyfriend placing the baking tray of cupcakes in the oven like everything is completely normal. 

A few minutes later, Cheol closes the oven door and sets the timer for the cupcakes on his phone. Seungcheol then turns to face you and opens his arms waiting for you to come into his embrace. Like a giddy school girl whose boyfriend is waiting for her in the car park, you jump into Seungcheol’s arms and kiss all over his face. He holds you tight in his arms, inhaling your sweet scent. Like a starved vampire, he begins sucking harder on the already forming hickeys along your neck. The two of you simply enjoy the peace, reveling in the silence, while being in each other’s presence for a little bit. 

Seungcheol places you back down on the kitchen floor and stares deeply into your eyes, smiling cutely at you. The two of you maintain the comforting silence and deep eye contact for just a few more minutes before Seungcheol is breaking it with an unexpected question. You nearly choke on your own saliva as your eyes bulge out in shock at his question. 

“The timer is set for 25 minutes. Okay, your turn now, princess. That should be just enough time for what I have planned. I think I can make you cum before the cupcakes finish baking. I’mma make good on my plans to return the favor. So, what’d ya say, darling? Shall we go ahead and put my skills up to the ultimate test, baby girl?”

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"And there you were..."

Author's note: Hi loves! I am going to apologize for this one because it is basically just filler because the next chapter is going to be a good one(in my personal opinion). I have been in a chaotic-evil kind of mood recently and I got something good cooked up! However, I am sad to announce that I will probably end this story soon, maybe 2-3 more chapters. Do not fret though! I fully plan on writing some one shots, maybe another series 👀 That meaning, I got some good ideas for my future projects ehehehe! ANYWHO, I hid a harry potter reference in here. I wonder if y'all can find it! Tbh I hide a lot of my favorite movie quotes in my chapters. So far no one has picked up on any😭 anywho, enjoy this one before shit literally hits the ceiling.

Summary: You and Lucien wake up after your eventful night to have an early morning snack before your breakfast with the rest of the night court. However, can you and Lucien hide your growing feelings for one another? And most importantly, does anyone know what you two did last night?

This is for all my Lucien girlies❤️

Warnings: profanity, potential grammatical errors, and LOTS of filler/banter

Word Count: ≈ 4,053

Chapter 9: Pretty Pink Bows

After a much-needed bath, you and Lucien decided that it would be best to get some rest. You both changed into your pajamas and crawled into your bed. Lucien was too tired to go back to his apartment, and with Elain’s uproar, he felt it was best to stay. You did not complain. Sleeping next to Lucien was always peaceful, like your soul knows his entirely. These were always your best nights of sleep with him next to you.

You awoke to the first appearance of light on the horizon shimmering through your window. Lucien was sprawled out next to you comfortably, hair slightly tangled. His chest falling rhythmically with every breath. Poor guy was probably spent from the energy he was channeling into you last night. You smile at the sight of him.

Without waking up the slumbering male, you slipped out of your bed and out your room. You walked on the balls of your feet through the noiseless halls, trying not to wake anyone else who is still asleep. You were headed to the kitchen to grab y'all some tea and snacks. After last night, your body was craving for something to fill your aching stomach. You're sure Lucien felt the same.

You finally reached the kitchen, the beautiful colors of dawn now starting to come to light. You grabbed a pot and filled it with water, knowing a teapot would be too loud. You placed it on the stove to heat up as you set aside two teacups. While you were waiting for the water to boil, you mindlessly went to the pantry to search for your favorite tea. You grabbed two teabags and put them into the cups. The water started to bubble; you decided you still had some time to scrounge for snacks. You cut up some fruit, cheese, and meat and placed them onto a plate. You smiled as you made a little smiley face out of the arranged foods. You walked back over to the water to see that it was boiling. You carefully poured it into each cup and set it aside to cool as you cleaned. Shortly after, you grabbed everything you prepared and headed back to your room.

“Good morning sleepy head,” you sang to the sleeping figure wrapped up in your sheets. Lucien mumbled something you couldn’t comprehend as he still lay there asleep. You rolled your eyes, “Jackass.”

A smile crept up onto your face as you sat your breakfast aside, “This is your last warning, Lu.” A moment of silence passes, and you shook your head, “So be it!”

You jump onto your bed like a child on solstice, the sudden motion startling Lucien. He jolted awake as you kept jumping up and down in a fit of giggles at his reaction, “Wakey wakey Lucy!”

“You are a jackass,” he mumbled as he shook his head and threw himself back onto his pillow. You laughed at his choice of vocabulary because you threw that same word at him earlier.

“Am I still a jackass if I said that I got up early to get us some tea with a complimentary charcuterie plate?”

“What a big word for how early it is,” he smiled at you as he ran his hand through his hair, fingers getting stuck in some tangles. He groans in frustration, you laughed.

“Your hair looks like a bush on fire,” you chuckle as you grabbed your hairbrush and gestured to his hair, “May I?” All Lucien could do was nod, still not completely awake yet. He leaned up allowing you to slot yourself behind him, his muscled back pressed against your chest.

“You’re not tender headed, are you?” You slowly started to brush the ends of his hair first, Lucien hummed at the feeling.

“Obviously not when you were the one tugging at it last night.” You could feel the smirk on his face without even having to look, you pulled the brush a little harder through a knot at the comment.

“Ouch!” He turned around to look at you over his shoulder. You gave him an innocent smile.

“Oops- sorry, the brush slipped,” you halfheartedly apologized as you continued brushing his hair. “You should let me braid it!”

Lucien laughed, “And what’s next? A huge pink bow?”

“Obviously-” you said as you brushed out the last section you were working on and moved on to start braiding his hair.

“Good gods you're going to get me made fun of,” he sighed as his body relaxed at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

“Anyone who makes fun of you is just jealous of how good you’ll look,” your voice vibrating through Lucien’s back. You worked quietly as you braided his hair into Dutch braids and pinned the ends in a low bun, Lucien just sat there marveling your presence and how close you two were now. Your breath hitting his neck sent goosebumps across his entire body. His body was betraying him from the feeling of you pressed against him.

“Turn around please,” you asked him. He happily obliged as you both shuffled around to a comfortable spot facing one another. You scooted closer to him to pull out some hairs to frame his gorgeous face. Your brows furrowed in concentration as you bit your lip, scared if you pulled too much it will mess the braid up.

Lucien just watched you. His eyes roamed your face while you were distracted with his hair. Having you this close he was able to study every detail. You were astonishingly beautiful. Your captivating eyes that sparked whenever you smiled, your nose that was sprinkled in tiny sunspots, your beautiful rosy cheeks, and gods, your kissable lips that he could never get enough of. He couldn’t look away, not with the way you bit your bottom lip. All he could think about was what it would be like to kiss you again…

“All done,” you smiled as you looked at your work.

Lucien’s eyes glanced up to meet yours, “Thank you.”

You looked back at him, just now noticing how close your faces were. Your cheeks flushed as you let out a small breath, “you’re welcome.”

You did not dare move, not with the way Lucien eyes kept dipping down to your lips. There is something so intimate about the way he was looking at you, and you thought to yourself every kiss you two shared was heated and an act of lust. You and Lucien had never shared a legitimate kiss before. That thought alone sent nerves through your body. Could he actually have feelings for you? Because the way he is looking at you right now makes you feel like you're not just a hookup anymore, that you're something much more.

“Lucien-” you glanced at his lips as you sucked in a breath. Your nose was now brushing against his. One of you had leaned in. You didn’t know if it was you, him, or both but at this moment neither of you cared. You didn't care as his breath kissed your cheeks with warmth causing more of a blush. You two should not be doing this! Friends don’t kiss. This is so wrong, but gods did nothing ever feel so right. Just as your lips brushed against his, it was like Lucien snapped out of a trance at the touch. WHAT IN THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!

He nervously coughed, “I’m hungry, what about you?” He got off the bed and grabbed the tray you prepared; the tea was now room temperature.

“Oh yeah! I'm starving,” you shook your head trying to clear your mind of the moment he abruptly put an end to. Shit- are you disappointed? This cannot be happening, he’s just a friend! You’re mated to Azriel for gods sake!

“Tea got cold, but everything looks lovely y/n,” he politely thanked you as he grabbed each teacup to rewarm them. “The smiley face is a nice touch.”

“You’re welcome, I thought it was cute! Now, bon appétit,” you smiled. You both were hungrier than you thought. You both devoured the platter you had prepared in minutes as you sipped on tea. The once cute smiley face now nothing but crumbs.

“Such a shame we destroyed the smile though,” he laughed as he downed the rest of his tea.

“At least we made a happy plate right?” you said as you finished your own cup.

“Always the cleaver one in the mornings,” he smiled at you as he gathered his clothes off the floor to get dressed. You figured you would do the same as you pulled out a long skirt and a plain shirt from your dresser. You took a quick look in the mirror and ran your brush through your hair a couple of times before putting it up in a messy bun.

“Ready?” You glanced at him as he was looking at himself in the mirror.

“Hell yeah I am, I’m ready to show off this new dew! This looks really good y/n” he exclaimed as he kissed you atop the head.

“Can I please, please, please add a bow?” you stuck out your lip.

“Absolutely not,” he said as he opened the door for you.

“Are you sure? It would make it look even better,” you wiggled your brow at him as you walked past him through the door.

“Yes, I am sure. If Feyre caught me with that, she would never let me live it down.”

“That’s actually a fair statement,” you laughed as he shut your door.

Just as he turned around Lucien’s gaze went to your wrists, his mouth turning upwards into a wicked smile, “y/n?”

“What?” You looked at him confused as he tilted his head in emphasis to look where he was. You followed his gaze, and your eyes were met with faint red rings around both of your wrists. Tendrils of flame still remnant. “Oh. My. Mother. Above-” was all you could say as you traced your wrists gently. They were beautiful in a way you could not describe...

“Is it obvious?” You looked at him worriedly as you stuck them out for him to see. Pain struck his features like you were ashamed of what you two had done. However, you were only scared of Elain and Azriel noticing them.

“When you do that, yes,” he chuckled. “Here, I can glamour it for you,’ he grabbed your wrists, ‘Such a shame to get rid of my beautiful work.” His grip on your wrists made you blush as you slowly watched the marking go away.

“Thank you,” you breathed closely analyzing your wrists to make sure all proof of last night was officially gone. Lucien still had a pained look on his face but hiding it with wit.

“You should really get those tattooed, they look too good on you to hide it,” he mused as he started to walk to the lingering voices echoing through the halls.

“Maybe you should do that to me more often then,” you clapped back with a wink as you followed.

He shot you a playful smile as he grabbed your wrist gently, “You want more my little fireling?”

That’s a new nickname, you thought. The possessiveness of it shook your core. You tried to hide your liking for it, as you shot him a cheeky smile and walked into the room that your friends were gathered in. Everyone gathered around the room waiting for breakfast. The table set with plates, silverware, and glasses of water.

“Morningggggg,” Mor smirked, leaning against the wall with a cup of tea in her hands. Her eyes gleaming with a knowing look as she dramatically sipped her tea with a wink sent your way.

You look at her confused, “Good morning to you too Mor.”

“Ah good, y/n! We are about to eat breakfast, still waiting for a couple others to join us.” Feyre smiled at you. Her gaze met Lucien’s as he walked into the room shortly after. “Oh, good to see you’re up Lucien, come sit!”

Everyone soon began to make their way to their seats. Mor nudged her elbow in your hip as she whispered, “You are going to tell me everything!”

You hissed, “Yes, but can’t a girl eat first!”

You looked around the room to find Rhysand and Feyre seating themselves at the head of the table. Cassian pulling out the chair next to Rhysand as Nesta chose the one beside her mate. Mor sat beside Feyre, shooting a look to sit next to her so you two could gossip. You rolled your eyes as you sat down with her. Lucien felt awkward being the last one standing, not really having a specific spot at the table. It was either sit next to Nesta, his body trembled at that thought, or sit next to you. He shot you a smile as he gracefully pulled out the chair next to you.

“Where’s Amren?” you asked.

“Went home already, last night was more than enough socializing for her,” Rhysand said with an understanding.

“Gotcha,” you nodded as you sipped some water.

“So, how did everyone sleep?” Mor asked with a smile, obviously up to something, as everyone murmured “good.”

With you occupied with your water and not answering previously, Mor directly asked you this time.

“You sleep okay y/n?” She wiggled her brow slightly as you choked on your water from remembering what kept you up in the early morning hours. Everyone’s eyes looked at you with worry from your choking, but you gave them a thumbs up and a scratchy, “I'm okay!”

“Sorry, the water went down wrong. I slept okay,” you said through small coughs, your face flushed from your thoughts and from coughing. Lucien pats your back reassuringly.

“And what about you Lucien?” Mor asked. You glared at her as he kept patting your back.

“Just fine Mor,” he deadpanned. Not revealing a single thing about either of your nights. Mor hummed, unsatisfied with your answers.

“Where the hell is Az?! I am fucking hungry,” Cassian muttered in frustration. Lucien’s hand stilled at the name. You looked around and noticed the shadowsinger was not here.

“Would you just be patient for once in your life,” Nesta quipped.

“I am sure he will be here soon Cass, along with Elain.” Rhysand said, amused at that neither of them are here yet. You and Lucien shared a mutual glance of, “Oh fuck.”

You mouthed to him, “Do you think they are together?” He gave you a curt nod. His breathing becoming long inhales and exhales as he tried to calm the storm raging within him at the thought of them together again. You could sense his battle and grabbed his hand reassuringly.

“It will be okay,” you mouthed to him once again as the others were engrosed in a conversation about gods knows what. He pursed his lips into a thin line as he rubbed his temples.

“You okay Lucien?” Feyre asked. He looked up at her, and he could tell she knew what was wrong. She was the only other person besides you that knew him, truly knew him.

“Yes, sorry! My head just hurts from this new hairstyle. I'm not entirely used to it yet.” He smiled at her. She knew he lied to cover up what he was truly feeling from the others, so she went with it.

“I understand. I am sure all of us long haired people have experienced the feeling,” she grinned, “It looks good though!”

“Thank you,” you and Lucien said at the same time. You both glared at each other.

“What do you mean by ‘Thank you,’ I am the one who she complimented,” Lucien said.

“Yes, but I am the one who did it! You would not have gotten complimented if it weren’t for me,” you stuck your tongue out.

“You braided his hair?” Mor looked at you. Only then did you realize what you had just exposed. You had to divert! Lucien only looking at you playfully with what you were going to say about the situation now.

“Yes, I ran into Lucien earlier this morning when I snuck to the kitchen to make myself some tea. Neither of us could sleep with what’s going on, so we just stayed up together in the library until you all woke up,” you shrugged. Was that a good enough cover up? You prayed it was, as Lucien just nodded his head as he drank from his cup.

“Can you do that to my hair?” Cassian asked.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because I like it, and it will keep it out my face while I eat,” he said.

“Why not ask me?” Nesta said.

“Because I know you will say no,” Cassian shrugged his shoulders.

“Fair,” Nesta replied as you got out your chair and rounded the table to the other side.

“I wish I had long hair,” Rhys pouted.

“No, you don't,” Feyre said as she patted his shoulder as you stood behind Cassian's chair and started braiding. Everyone began talking about their mornings, chattering back and forth. Every now and then Cassian would move too much, and you would have to push him back in the chair.

“Sit still Cass or you’ll mess it up!” You rolled your eyes at the restless male.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as you continued with his hair.

Mor began talking about having the group do something together to bond after all that’s happened. Everyone at the table agreed except for Rhysand. You looked at him as you finished braiding one side of Cassian's head. It looked like he was deep in thought. He wasn’t talking to Feyre because her and Mor were bouncing group ideas off each other. Cassian, Nesta, and Lucien listened to their conversation, so he wasn’t relaying anything to them either. What could he be thinking about, you wondered.

Suddenly, his gaze snapped to you. Those piercing violet eyes assessing you. You were just now braiding the other side of Cassian’s head.

“What? Does it look bad or something?” you asked.

Rhys shook his head, “No it looks fine, but I cannot help but sense something off about you y/n.” His eyes twinkled as they took a quick glance at your hands. You followed his gaze. He was looking at your hands! Did the glamour wear off?! You panicked, you looked at your wrists while braiding Cassian's hair and saw no swirls of flame. What the fuck is he on about then?

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” you finished the braid you were working on and began to put them together into a high bun. Those always looked best on Cassian.

“Oh really? Y/n, you must forget I am a high lord. I can sense ALL magic,” he put major emphasizes on the word all. Just then it hit you. Rhysand is a high lord. Your high lord, and the most powerful one at that. He can sense all magic… even glamours.

You shot him a look as you tried to keep your hands focused on Cassian’s bun. All Rhysand did was smile at you as you felt the familiar caress of claws on your mental shield. “You have a glamour on, don’t you?” he spoke to you in your head.

“Get out my head you prying prick,” you thought outside your walls.

“What are you hiding y/n?” he purred. His claws once again cascading down your shields.

“Cassian do you have a hair tie?” you asked as he mindlessly handed you one, you were now securing his hair.

“I am serious Rhys, get out of my head,” you thought back, but he kept his presence in your head as he crossed his arms at the table. If you kept yourself occupied with Cassian’s hair and maybe he will go away.

“I am not going until you tell me why you are glamoured. What are you hiding y/n?” His voice felt foreign in your mind, but he was still respectful. The power and information he has on you right now was overwhelming. You could feel your shields slipping at it. You tried to re-ground yourself with the feeling of Cassian’s hair, but you ended up giving into Rhysand. He already knows everything. You could trust him. The people you were hiding from aren’t even here. You let your shield down to show him the image of your wrists. You could see his eyes lighten in surprise as his cheeks grew a shade darker.

“I told you not to pry,” you thought inside your mind.

“He can do that?” he thought back to you in shock.

“Yes,” you thought back.

You bit your lip slightly as you started to reminisce about it, completely forgetting your shields were still down. Rhysand seeing everything before you could stop it. You quickly finished securing Cassian’s hair before you clapped him on the shoulder with an “All done!”

“WOAH!” Rhysand shouted out loud at the images of you and Lucien flashing through your mind, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. You slammed your shields backup in an instant. Rhysand’s face now completely pink.

“What?” Cassin asked confused as Rhysand coughed.

Please come up with something good Rhys... you thought.

“Nothing! Your hair just looks really good like that brother,” Rhysand mused.

“Awe Rhysie Poo- am I so handsome with this hair that it made you blush?” Cassian got up to smother Rhys in a hug.

“Yes, it’d be even better with a bow!” Rhys laughed as he bopped Cassian’s newly braided bun.

“That’s what I think too, but Lucien said no!” You tried to remain calm and continue as normally as possible as you made your way back to your seat. Thank fuck for Rhysand coming up with a cleaver cover up story.

Lucien shrugged, “It would not go well with my outfit.” Everyone at the table laughed.

Rhysand couldn’t look at you or the male without blushing. He has seen too much, but gods it was true everyone undermined the autumn court male’s power in the bedroom.

“What’s got everyone in such a good mood?” Elain asked sweetly as she entered the room with Azriel at her side. Lucien imediently tensed at the sight of them together. You on the other hand were ready to strike at any given moment, scared she might attack you for sitting next to Lucien.

“Rhysand got all hot and bothered over my new hairstyle Y/n did for me,” Cassian boomed as Elain blushed uncomfortably at his words. Azriel laughed at his brothers, your heart skipping a beat at the sound. Damn thing always betraying you when he's around.

“Well I'll be dammed Rhys, you’re picking favorites now?” Azriel smirked as he pulled Elain’s chair out for her beside Nesta.

“Absolutely not! This-” his hands wave around Cassian’s hair, “just threw me off guard! I’m so used to his hair being all up in his face,” Rhysand said as he watched Azriel sit next to Elain.

“It is rather nice to see your face again Cass,” Feyre teased and he glared at her, “Now that everyone is here, let’s eat!”

At the snap of her fingers the entire table was filled with all sorts of breakfast foods. From fresh fruits to eggs and bacon, the table had it all.

“Thank fuck-” Cassian said as he started to pile food onto his plate, everyone following suit. Filling their plates with whatever they pleased.

“Good morning, Elain, how did you sleep?” Lucien asked her as he buttered a bagel, not really hungry after your snack earlier. Azriel smiled at the question, and your blood boiled. You knew that smirk all too well. Lucien had that same smirk when Mor asked about why you braided his hair. Something happened between them and you were dead set on finding out about it.

Elain’s sweet stature faltered for a moment before she recomposed herself and answered, “I slept good.”

“That’s good to hear,” Lucien said awkwardly not expecting the conversation to be that short.

“Good going dude,” you whispered to him.

“I’d like to see you try-” you kicked him under the table. “Ouch-”

“Shut your mouth before I do it for y-” he kicked you back, you glared at him as you rubbed your shin. “Ass-” before you could finish your name calling Mor interrupted you, Lucien only laughed.

“So, Feyre and I were discussing about having a group bonding day today. Everyone else agreed to it, what do you think Azriel?” Mor asked.

“Sounds fine,” he said blandly as he took a bite of eggs as Elain spoke beside him.

“I think that’s a great idea Mor!”

“Okay so it is settled! We will have a group bonding session today!” Mor said as she raised her glass of water and drank it.

"This outta be interesting," Rhysand said with a smile.

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5.33am SUNGHOON [ 성훈 ]

a.n: it was supposed to be a short one-shot for my jealous!enha boys series…I don't know how a 1.6k wc one came out…and I don't think it's right for the series but it was so cool to write it😭

anyway...please let me know your opinions and hcs !! comments, like and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it ♡

fluff!! ; hoon being hoon ; a creepy man appears but nothing serious happens ; sign a petition for yn and hoon to say OUT LOUD what they think

Since you had to catch the bus at 5.30 am to visit your family, you did get up at 4.55 am as planned. Your mother's birthday fell on the day you moved away from your hometown two months ago, so you decided to surprise her.

You were lucky to discover a low bus ticket that would have taken you there in just five hours. Everything was unplanned; you bought it the day before and quickly packed your things into a small but comfortable rucksack. 

It was 5.10 am, and you were leaving the house. Your apartment was only 10 mins by foot to the bus station, so you did not rush. There was none around except for an old lady walking on the opposite side of the road and a few cars. Some birds were already awake, and the sun was rising, it was when almost everyone was still asleep or slowly people were getting up to start their day. A new day was about to start for everyone, your heart was light, and you were happy.

You were lost in your thoughts that you did not realize that you stopped yourself while looking at the clouds in the sky. You come back to the world only when a boy runner next to you screaming: "HE'S GONNA KILL ME IF I MISS THIS BUS TOOOO"

You did not even check the time; you started to run too. Because actually, your "natural clock" understood that you were late.

Indeed, when you arrived at the station, you looked at your phone which showed 5.33 am.

You missed your bus...and you could not even say it to anyone, because it was a surprise. Discouraged, you went to the ticket office to see if to buy a ticket for the next bus that would be passing in just an hour.

It was summer, so the natural light was already there, but still a bit of fear there was because you were alone, but it was replaced by laughter when you saw the boy, who had run earlier near to you, on his knees in front of the man in the ticket office begging him to find him a bus that would arrive there before an hour.

He was so funny while literally kneeling for a bus ticket at 5.35am. The man looked so annoyed, but after a good five minutes, his prayers worked. 

Indeed there was a special bus - the number 5 - that only for that day was active, and that would arrive in 33 minutes.

You never thought you could see someone's mood change so quickly; he would have hugged the man if there was no glass separating them. Happier than ever, the boy buys his ticket and turns to go to wait for the bus. That's when he notices you and guesses - from your amused expression - that you had seen the scene.

After a quick nod and a thinly veiled smile, he walks past you and goes to wait for the bus.

It was thanks to him that you found out about bus number 5, which was also perfect for you. So you immediately bought your ticket and went to wait patiently for the bus.

As you expected, you met the boy there again. He was seated on the only bench there, where you would soon be joining him. 

You greeted each other with a simple smile and head nod; by this point, you were companion victims of misfortune on that summer morning.

So you sat, put your earphones on, and waited while looking around and letting your thoughts run free. 

You could tell that he kinda did the same because after 15 mins you felt something - or better, someone - graving on your shoulder.

Yes, the bus would arrive in 33 minutes at 6:08 a.m., but the funny boy only after 15 mins of waiting falls on your shoulder.

You were a bit hesitant to wake him up because he looked so peaceful while sleeping.

He had closed eyes and a steady breathing pattern, and his lips and his cheeks were flushed pink. His dark black hair and eyebrows created a contrast with his pale skin and total-white outfit.

A mole on his note distinguished him, and knowing the legend of moles - it says they are said to be the place where, in another life, your soulmate loved to kiss you - you smiled.  When you had to gently touch him to wake him awake because the bus had arrived, you blushed a little more.

Oh yes, 18 minutes passed after he had dozed off on your shoulder...

You quickly got on the bus after waking him up, and he immediately boarded behind you after mumbling an awkward thank you.

The bus was so full of men at that hour, and most of them seemed to be surprised by your arrival.

You did not feel comfortable at all, but you decided to ignore everyone turning up the volume of your music and sitting in the only empty place. Luckily none was sitting next to you, you were safe you thought. 

However, you started to feel truly scared when you noticed a man, who must have been in his 50s, standing up and walking toward you.

As fate would have it, the clumsy boy, your company of misfortune also saw, and he immediately sat down in the seat next to yours. At that moment your music stopped, and you heart lost a few beats.

"Not gonna lie, that man creeped me out too. Hope it is okay if I sat next to you; I would never leave a pretty girl alone with someone like him" he whispered while still looking at that man with dead eyes.

Your eyes brightened in response to his words, and you thanked him. 

"Young boy leave that seat and let me sit next to the beautiful girl." Just hearing those words was enough to send shivers down your spine.

Instinctively, you reached for the boy's shirt hoping he would not leave you with that old man.

He wasn't going to let go, on the contrary, he said:

"She's my girlfriend, you'd better stop bothering her."

Your heart began to beat faster and faster, adrenaline and anxiety were invading your heart, and you felt helpless.

"Oh sure. I bet you just met her. Why such a beautiful girl should be with someone like you. Hmm? What do you say?" the man asked, turning to you.

He was about to answer back but you anticipated him by saying.

"You better shut up before I call the police. Leave me and my boyfriend alone.. and I don't need me to explain to you idiot why I am dating this handsome boy."

Now is the boy's heart that was beating fast. 

"The bus is moving. A message to the man who is bothering the girl. You had better sit down before you falls and the police have to meet you at the hospital instead of the next stop" 

The driver's voice was heard everywhere, and the timing almost scared you. 

Someone had also called the police, and the man would have been reported soon.

Even though you were safe at this point, your heart continued to race since so much had happened so quickly.

You eventually turned to look at the boy who helped you after the grumbling man had moved away from you.

"Thank you so so much. You saved me," you said, but he was not looking at you-

He was glancing down at the bottoms of his shoes while his hands were covering his face.

"Is everything alright? Are you okay?" you asked worried.

And he finally turned to you almost screaming

"SO WAIT DO YOU REALLY THINK I AM HANDSOME?"

But he quickly tried to ignore your confused expression as he attempted to regain his calm and added, "It's nothing; I acted on instinct. I couldn't bear that creepy man would sit next to you. Hope you are okay now"

He wanted to finish his sentence with "pretty girl" because he truly meant it. Although it could have worried you, he chose not to.

Even though you too really meant what you had said - that he was a beautiful guy - you preferred to ignore his question too.

"I'm fine thanks, and nice to meet my name is Y/n."

"Park Sunghoon. My name is Park Sunghoon, nice to meet you" 

"Well Park Sunghoon if you also have to get off at the last stop, I guess we have a long journey ahead of us," 

"Yes y/n, but I think that by staying right next to you, the time will pass more quickly," he replied without thinking.

You nodded in agreement as you internally chuckled at the sound of your name coming out of his mouth. 

He was very kind and easy to talk to since you discovered that you had a lot of things in common - for example he too was going to the surprise party of a friend of his in the same city as you.

While talking you find out that you enjoy the same singers and songs, and that is how you ended up sharing your earphones while your playlist was playing.

Sunghoon however, fell asleep off again and let his head fall forward when the softer section of your songs began to play.

Oh, and the reason you gently shifted his head to your shoulder was for no other reason than to make him more comfortable…right?

serie> hee ; hoon ; jay ; jake ; sunoo ; jgwon ; niki