#but id be jealous i couldn't keep him

[piggys-plushies]

If I had more time for myself I'd make one of these guys, just for me. Put a little music box in him that plays "Can You Feel the Sunshine?". Ugh I love this little creep

[bedoballoons]

Genshin Men headcanon? With a cute Obedient Wive/Girlfriend.

I don't want to put it in too details so I'll just keep it short and simple, basically it's a family thing where the wife have to be obedient with their spouse, but they can break following the spouse order if the spouse request is unreasonable, dangerous and etc. :)

Also can you add Cyno? Thanks

Awe housewife vibes! Also thank you for making it simple for me! Sometimes I find it difficult to understand longer requests so I really appreciate it, I hope you enjoy <3

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{༻~Obedient wife~༺}

CW: Just fluff!, established relationships and reader uses she/her pronouns! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon chérie and my love, Kazuha: Dearest, Neuvillette: Mon amour, Cyno: Beautiful)

(Includes: Lyney, Kazuha, Wanderer, Neuvillette, and Cyno!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, his eyes lingering on the table set with your delicious cooking, "Thank you my love for preparing this for everyone...it all looks perfect." He placed a gentle kiss against your skin, making your face blush that perfect shade of pink he adored so much...he always knew how to get you flustered, "Anything for you dearest, speaking of which, do you need your clothes ironed? How about your hat, have you organised the tricks in it recently?" You awaited his response eagerly, wanting to do the best for your wonderful husband.

He chuckled softly, placing another sweet kiss on your cheek, "Mon chérie, you've done everything I could ask for, right now the only thing left is to spend time with me while we wait for my siblings...if you'd like to of course." You turned to face him, kissing his lips as if the answer were so obvious...cause it was, "There's nothing else Id rather do."

𑁍༄Kazuha:

"Dearest, could you bring me my sword? Make sure to be careful, even a sheath cannot always contain the blade...I don't want you getting hurt." Kazuha glanced at you from his workstation, flashing that soft sweet smile that always made you swoon and gesturing to his sword not far from you. Even though you didn't know much about weapons, you liked helping him, following his instructions and being the most perfect wife you could be.

You carefully retrieved his sword, watching him with admiration as he sharpened the edges and repaired the handle, by the time he was finished it looked like new again and you were in awe. "You look amazed..., I promise this isn't as impressive as how I handle the blade. " He gently moved your hair away from your face and kissed your forehead, hoping to impress you even more later on.

𑁍༄Wanderer:

You loved Wanderer with all your heart, you enjoyed pleasing him with home cooked meals, a clean house, but most of all you enjoyed his little requests he'd make. Most of them when the two of you were alone, he'd ask you to sit in his lap and talk with him about his day, or he'd ask for many kisses because he was truthfully addicted to them at this point.

Only issue was, every now and again when the two of you were in public and he was feeling particularly jealous he'd request...more forward things, not that consent was a issue, the two of you were married after all, but with so many people around...you had a hard time giving him what he wanted.

"Come on...just one extra deep kiss, I want to make sure everyone knows you're my wife, especially that annoying server who kept eyeing you." Your face was more than a little blushed, the server and most of the customers watching the two of you like you were modern day entertainment...but there wasn't anything wrong with what wanderer wanted...so you couldn't just say no...

"Very well...one more kiss..."

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

You set a stack of documents on Neuvillettes desk, straightening out any other loose papers for him and taking his crystal clear cup so you refill it with some more water, "Neuvillette, can I get you anything else?" He looked up from his work, his eyes instantly filling with warmth when they met yours...sometimes he got so wrapped up in his cases he forgot how gorgeous and sweet you were, "Mon amour...I apologize for not saying thank you earlier...I was to focused on my work. You've done more than enough for me, I appreciate it immensely...in fact I'm not sure what I would do without you."

You blushed at his kind words and leaned in to give him a kiss, his hand intertwining with yours while the other touched your cheek, "I love you Neuvillette."

"I love you too."

𑁍༄Cyno:

Cyno held your hand softly, walking with you around the many shops in Sumeru city, keeping a eye out for any wrong doers while you picked out fresh food for dinner. This time you held up a water melon for him, wondering if he'd like it for dessert... "Hmm what about this for desert honey?" He looked at the fruit for a moment, smiling in a way you knew meant he had a joke he wanted to tell you, "I'd have to arrest you for a melony if you don't make that for desert...get it? Melony, felony?"

You giggled happily and reached over to grab some more vegetables, holding up a carrot with a mischievous smile, "I get it...but I'm afraid I do not carrot all for your joke." You winked at him and he had to stand there for a minute to recuperate, he was actually dazed from falling for you so hard...all over again, "I...I love you so much. Never leave me..."

"Your wish is my command my love."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

[hawkins-losers]

an idea : could you write abt billy fucking you on the hood of his camaro. i cant think of a situation but i imagine it at night after some sort of jealousy simulated argument outside his car and he says ‘don’t think i won’t just fuck u dumb in the backseat of my fuckin car rn’ and then ‘fuck it id bend u over on the hood right here if you don’t…’ thanks :D

A/N: When I think of a car hood, I think of Lana Del Rey in Born to Die music video. Sorry I didn’t follow everything, but this is my first try at Billy

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You and Billy left the house party with slamming doors and screeching tires, all the while screaming at each other. 

‘’I saw you! You were flirting with Louise,’’ you said, seething. 

Cigarette between his lips, Billy took a left to pull out of the neighborhood. ‘’Louise? Who the fuck is Louise?’’

‘’The blonde you were about to shove your tongue in her mouth right before I walked in. Does that ring a bell?’’ 

‘’Oh! That cow?’’ Billy shook his head, laughing. ‘’I never intended to put my tongue anywhere near her. I flirted with her just to rile you up, to make you jealous. You know how you get when you’re jealous, the sex is so much better.’’ 

So he had plotted this to have better sex? You didn’t know if you should be impressed, laugh or keep being angry. 

‘’You’re infuriating.’’ 

‘’You really thought I would fuck her?’’ He scoffed, then swiped his tongues over his lips, his blue eyes looking right at you. ‘’All I've been thinking about since you showed up in that dress is fucking you dumb in the backseat of my fucking car.’’ 

Billy’s hand traveled up your thigh, slipping under the hem of your short dress. He pressed down on the gas, your eyes flicking to the speedometer and watching the number get higher and higher on the dashboard. You should be scared of the speed, but you liked it. You loved it.

You parted your legs a bit, just to tease him, but the car hit a pothole, making you bounce in your seat and causing Billy’s hand to slip further down, his fingertips touching your underwear. 

A surprised squeal came out of your mouth. 

‘’Already wet for me? Damn, babygirl.’’  Billy smiled smugly, knowing the rumble of his Camaro gets you wet. 

The trees were flying fast outside your window, but all you could focus on was Billy’s hand between your legs, stroking you over your panties while driving. You thought of parting your legs further, of allowing him to finger you, but you got another idea. 

You removed Billy’s hand, making him tear his eyes off the road. He was about to protest or tell you off for doing that, but you slipped your hand under your dress, shuffled on your seat until you got a grip of what you wanted, and peeled off your panties, dragging them down your legs and off. You threw them in the backseat, making Billy groan. The thought of you in his passenger seat, legs slightly spread without anything under made his pants grow very very tight. 

You smiled devilishly. Billy liked his girls insane - unhinged.

The window on the driver side was slightly down to let the cigarette smoke out, creating a small breeze in the car. Pushing your teasing to the max, you parted your legs again, allowing the chill air to hit your bare pussy.

A sweet little moan escaped your lips, and Billy's hand clenched on the steering wheel. You were probably dripping on his seat, but he couldn't care less. If he weren't driving, he'd lick it up.

‘’Fuck, I'm gonna stop the car and bend you over on the hood right here if you don’t stop that shit-’’

‘’Do it.’’

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[bvtbxtch]

Stephen | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

“You’re my object of affection, my drug of choice, my sick obsession.”

Summary: 5 years since graduation, 5 years since you ran your way through Hawkins High, leaving boys in your wake…. Except one. Steve Harrington, apparent untouchable due to his infatuation with Nancy Wheeler. What happens when you see a worn out, former heartthrob with his fizzled high school flame stuck to him? Unhappy, feeling unloved and in a bind, you thought Steve could be the conquest of the night… or so you thought.

Pairings: King!Steve (Kinda) x Toxic!Fem!Reader

Content warnings: smut, angst, fluff. Non canon au. Steve and Nancy are together from Steve’s senior year to the time of the story. Cheating (emotional and sexual), p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), Reader defs isn’t a girls girl but I couldn’t help it, alcohol consumption, one night stands, stealing, public sex. This is definitely 18+ MDNI!!!!!

WC:

A/N: Hi babies I have returned with something a little bit different from my little hiatus and am super excited to try something new! This fic is inspired by the song Stephen by Ke$sha! I hope you like it!! I love you all!

The pounding in your head mirrored that in your heart as you remembered the burn of alcohol down your throat from last night. Your makeup had been smudged off onto your pillow, some still remaining on your swollen, hungover face. The day after drinking anxiety had reared its head, but a wave of nerves hit you like a ton of bricks when a vision of you writing your phone number on Steve Harrington’s arm - more or less in front of his girlfriend - faded into view. 

You cupped your hands over your face and your shoulders shook. You couldn’t help but giggle at the picture of her porcelain face twisted into a bout of jealous rage. You could fully admit to yourself that you lived on the side of delusion, but there was a piece of you that wholeheartedly believed that your former king of Hawkins High would call you. 

And yet, you sat and stared at the phone perched silently on your nightstand while you nursed your hangover all day. The bright afternoon light evolved into an evening glow and still you hadn’t heard the shrill ring. You put on records and VCRs. You flicked through magazines and tried to pick up the new Danielle Steele book you had pocketed from the bookstore on main street. But the soundtrack of your thoughts was the hope that the telephone would ring and that you would hear a smooth baritone voice calling you. You fought to keep your eyes open while the blue light of your TV laughed back at you. You finally surrendered to the sleep your body had been pleading for, the blur of the night previous finally making itself clear in your dreams…

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The music at the dive bar had been blaring. You were on your upteenth drink courtesy of Eddie Munson. The first time you had come to the Hideout it was your senior year, freshly 18 and ready for an adventure. You had snuck in with a fake ID and eyed up the curly haired 21 year old behind the bar. His eyes had been glued on you since you had walked in. Well, you worked your charm and lo and behold, Eddie had you bent over the chipped porcelain sink in the staff bathroom. After the orgasm you gave him, he knew he would owe you for a while - and free drinks you received ever since. You flashed him a wink as you downed the third tequila shot of the night. Your plump glossed lips twisted into a smile after looking at the winces of Heather and Chrissy. The three of you had moved a half an hour outside of Hawkins to the bigg(er) city of Indianapolis, but you felt the need to parade your luxurious city life to the hasbeen jocks of Hawkins High that frequent the only legit bar in town. You couldn't count on both hands the number of guys you had toyed with that now loitered around the musty pool tables and bar tops. By the time you graduated and got a job, you thought of yourself as a big fish in a small pond. You were ready to break big city hearts and leave the lame Hawkins lifers behind. That couldn’t be you. But there was always one that got away - one that you hated to admit was one guy that scared you, solely because you would let him domesticate you if he asked. 

The girls beside you let out a small woo as another shot was sent your way, this time courtesy of Jason Carver who had fastened himself a seat on the other side of the bar with yet another Hawkins Hasbeen, Andy Robinson. You raised the small glass to your lips with a devilish smile across the bar. Jason still had his abs like he did when you graduated. Owning the small weightlifting gym on the outskirts of town had its perks, you guess. You looked at Chrissy and rolled your eyes with a snicker as the burning liquid slid down your throat. At least if you didn’t get lucky with someone else tonight, he would be there and more than willing to give you a half assed orgasm in the back seat of his beat up jeep cherokee - better than ending the night alone in your books (and probably his). You scrunched your eyes closed and a flash of stars lit up the darkness behind your eyes. You opened them to blurry vision, the feelings in your fingers were being replaced with warm fuzz. You knew that if you were to get off your barstool your knees would raise hell. You let out a euphoric giggle. This is just what you needed.

You heard a small “well, well, well,” slur out of Heather’s bowed lips as two new figures emerged through the metallic doors of the bar. “Surprised to see Harrington out here. Isn’t his past his bedtime? You know I remember…” Heather’s voice faded away as you honed in your focus to the pair at the door.

Nancy Wheeler - her obnoxious perm and housewife dresses… You couldn’t help but hate her. She was everything you weren’t: safe, boring, square. Her manicured hand rested in a much larger hand, and that hand was attached to toned arms in a light cotton crewneck. You couldn’t help but feel the saliva pool in your mouth. Nancy looked up to her beautiful brunette with her stupid doe eyes and he flashed her a small cautious smile. They stuck out like sore thumbs. She didn’t belong here, but Steve Harrington was too good looking to be in this shitty bar. It’s like your friends could read your mind. Chrissy pinched you in the side and Heather let out a childish giggle.

“Don’t even think about it, Y/L/N. Nancy’s had him on lock since, like, junior year.” You were well aware. 

“Don’t even worry about it. I’ll be smart…” You challenged. Your friends were very aware of your determination. If you wanted something, you got it. And Steve Harrington was on the menu. You watched the handsome couple stalk to one of the tall bar tables across the room from your seats. Steve’s eyes locked with yours and you licked your lips. No matter how hard he tried, like a magnet, your gaze kept him locked on you. The man felt a tug on his arm as Nancy shuffled him to the table. As their conversation lulled on, you couldn’t help but attract Steve’s eyes again. You waved your arm to Eddie for another shot.

“I think it’s time to have some water, doll” the mophead behind cooed. For the first time tonight you ruffled through your purse to find a folded 20 dollar bill. You placed it in the hem of your bustier and flashed your sultry eyes at Eddie.

“You want a tip or not, Munson? I think I have already shown you how much I appreciate your customer service.” The man’s cheeks grew flushed as he grabbed the bill out of your chest with nimble fingers - hoping that his hands didn’t slip. Another tiny glass full of liquid in front of you. Before you put it to your mouth, you raised your eyes to Steve, his mouth slightly agape, having seen the performance you had just put on at the bar. You raised the shot glass to him in salute, he blushed and turned his eyes back to his girlfriend. God, his fucking girlfriend. 

He watched your neck tilt back as the burning liquid slid down your throat. He had to stifle a small chuckle at your scrunched face at the reaction to your shot. Steve always thought you were effortlessly beautiful. But you were dangerous. A junior when he was a senior, he knew about the boys you had left in your wake. He made sure to stay away, betrothed to the girl sitting across from him at the bar. He sighed a choked breath of relief when Nancy coldly told him she was going to the bathroom then to get them some drinks. He let his shoulders shrug and rearranged his pants, which were a bit tighter than when he walked in. He wasn’t left in his silence for long. His shoulders shifted back up to his ears and his cheeks grew hot when he saw you saunter from the bar in his direction. His heart was in his throat and beating harder than ever. What the fuck was happening to him?

Your moment to strike happened when you saw Nancy’s pleated dress slither out of her barstool and towards the bathroom. You mirrored her and pushed your wobbling legs one in front of the other. You carried two glasses of brown liquor with you. Your face was calm and cool, but your hands were shaking as you crossed the dingy hardwood over to a beautiful head of hair. 

“So, what is King Steve doing in a place like this?” You didn’t dare take Nancy Wheeler’s spot. You wouldn’t want to be compared to the likes. You leaned your torso over the table, edging closer to the man than you would be on a stool. You preferred it that way, and you had a sense that Steve does as well.

“I could ask the same thing to you, Y/N.” He mumbled, but you can tell his confidence was growing.  “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“Who told you I’m a nice girl?” You purred. “You looked thirsty over here, and I thought, since you’re in my domain, I could show you some hospitality.” You slid the drink over to him with a black painted fingernail and picked yours up and stirred it suggestively. 

“Bottoms up then.” Steve grabbed the glass and clinked it to yours. Your heart stopped as you watched the beautiful man’s neck strain upwards to take his drink in one gulp. It took all of the drunken strength you could muster to not sink your teeth into his strong neck. His Adams apple bobbed in strain and the liquor made his cheeks bloom a darker red than they already were. You sipped half of your drink, desperate to relieve some of the tension running through your body, but you felt like you would completely crumble if you downed it all in one go.

“So.. you and Nancy… That’s pretty… serious?” You couldn’t help the venom that seethed out of your lips. Steve cleared his throat and stared into the bottom of his empty glass. He shrugged his shoulders. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Trouble in paradise, King Steve?” you jest. 

“Nah, It’s just… it's been a few years I guess.” Steve’s voice was cold. You sighed audibly. The alcohol and the pure lust was getting to you, and you could barely contain yourself.

“Too bad… the word on the street is I could treat you much better.” You could barely bring yourself to look into his eyes, but when you did, you were met with an intense stare. You couldn’t read all of the emotions behind his eyes, but it made your core quiver. 

“Word on the street is you know how to treat a lot of people.” Steve scoffed. His defenses were up. Why in the world were you coming to him now? He had always stolen looks at you. He knew how magnetic you were. He wished he knew you in high school. Maybe then he wouldn’t be stuck working at his dad’s law firm. With a girlfriend who he felt stuck with; no sense of adventure, no true love in sight. But then you sauntered up to him and made his heart believe in life again.

“Well you aren’t wrong. But I only have eyes for one right now.” You winked. 

“Wish we could have had this conversation three years ago…” Steve whispered, hoping that you didn’t hear him. You were delectable, and laid out in front of him; and he knows that if he were to have a few more drinks, he would have forgotten all about the girl that he had come here with - his… girlfriend. Fuck, his girlfriend. You flashed him a pout and a disappointed smile. You had him eating right out of your hand. 

“Well… Let me give you this.” You pulled out a sharpie from your purse and pulled his wrist towards you, pulling up his sweater sleeve. You began to scribble your phone number onto his olive skin. You had to breathe slowly to keep yourself from shaking. “Call me tomorrow if you want to pretend it was three years ago.” A look of need flashed on your face. You had been absorbed by Steve Harrington. It had felt like all of the bar had disappeared and it was just the two of you. Steve could feel that too, he had you right where he wanted you, totally absorbed and infatuated. You couldn’t help but think of Nancy and it made you shiver. You couldn’t have her invade this. Fuck his stupid girlfriend. You were determined to make Steve Harrington yours. 

The two of you stayed transfixed on each other for a moment more. Steve fixed his gaze between your face and the new ink that you had given him. He wanted to nurture it like it was a real tattoo. You couldn’t help but take mental pictures of Steve’s face, so you could imagine whatever meathead you ended up taking home that night was him. You wondered what he would look like underneath you, gasping and panting for breath. What his skin would taste like: sweaty and sweet and musky. You wished that you could take his fingers and put them in your mouth right now. You were thirsty, parched for his lips on yours. You wanted to show him what you looked like underneath him, you wanted him to hear you moan his name. You wanted to fuck his brains out, the way you knew Nancy “White Bread” Wheeler doesn’t. You were connected, and it scared you because for the first time in forever, you wanted to fuck, but you also wanted him to hold you, to tell you that you’re beautiful. You wanted him to hold your hand and buy you flowers and take you out. You wanted to cook for him and play with his hair and rub his back. 

You were torn from your world when you heard a small ‘ahem’ from behind you. Steve quickly adjusted his posture and pulled his sweater sleeve over his new love mark. You stood up straight and turned to see the frizzy haired brunette tapping her pleather pumps at you… tacky, you thought. 

“Can I help you with something?” She peeped. “Or is there another reason why you’re over here talking to my boyfriend?” Nancy’s angry eyes flicked between the two of you and her brow was furrowed. Your gaze had hardened and you couldn’t help but chuckle; she looked like a toddler and an old woman at the same time. Steve’s cheeks remained a rosy pink. He had found whatever was on the floor oddly interesting. You took a step towards the girl.

“Nothing at all, darling. Just thought I would say hello to an old friend and grab him a drink.” You breezed past her, knocking her lightly on the shoulder. 

“See you around, Harrington.” You sang behind you. You couldn’t see her anymore, but you assumed that if looks could kill, you would be on the floor. You strutted back to Chrissy and Heather and slumped back to your stool. You exchanged mischievous glances with the girls, and then turned proudly to Eddie, who was flashing you a disappointed look. A victory for you, a loss for Nancy Wheeler - or at least you hoped.

Steve continued to stare at the ground while Nancy eyed him suspiciously. 

“What the hell did she want, Steve?” she pried. Steve huffed before looking up at her. Her eyes didn’t glimmer at him like yours did. 

“She just came over to say hi…. I hadn’t seen her since Senior year.” 

“Did you even talk to her senior year? You know the reputation she has…I don’t like her, and I don’t like her talking to you, Steve,” within the past year, he had thought of Nancy more like his mother than his girlfriend. He had been growing more and more confused lately. The love seemed to be lacking and he had caught himself wondering what his life would be like if he left it all behind, left her behind and started over. You made the idea of abandonment way more appealing. He felt himself growing unreasonably angry with the blue eyed girl sitting across the bar from her. He needed to defend you. You were the only thing on his mind.

“Who the hell cares, Nancy? What do you think that she was going to do? Fucking make out with me in front of everyone? She asked how we were doing. She asked about you and me. Chill out and have fun or let’s just get out of here.” He scowled. Nancy was taken aback and slid a chilled PBR across the table to Steve with a scoff. She drank her vodka cran in silence. Steve couldn’t help but let his eyes wander to your figure laughing and smiling with your friends. He wanted to laugh with you. He downed his drink, took Nancy's hand silently and pulled her towards the door. She had a permanent frown on her face as Steve pushed her through the door. Before his body disappeared from the door, he took one more glimpse at you. Your eyes locked one last time and you sent him a wave as he disappeared into the Hawkins night. If he couldn’t have you, he’d fuck Nancy until he forgot about you. 

It was 3 am and your body literally couldn’t peel itself off of the plastic bar stool. Chrissy and Heather had gone home with Jason and Andy - your appetite spoiled when you watched the only person you wanted to be with leave the bar without you. You heard the stomps of old reeboks and the jingle of keys come up behind you. The lights had suddenly gone out.

“Come on, doll. Let’s get you home okay?” Eddie pulled you off the stool and wrapped your arm around his shoulder. 

“Can you stay over, Teddie?”

“Not this time, honey. You need sleep and you need water. You aren’t thinking straight.”

You pouted quietly, but you decided to finally take no for an answer. The thought of sinking into your bed and hoping - praying - that Steve would call you.

Steve had pulled Nancy into his bedroom of his parents’ empty house. He feverishly pulled at Nancy’s belt as she fumbled with the zipper at the side of her dress. Steve’s mouth didn’t leave her skin, and his eyes remained shut, save to navigate himself around his house. A flurry of clothes, soft sighs and sweaty skin. Steve had only had two drinks, but he felt drunk thinking of your encounter at the bar. He pressed his eyes closed as he mouthed at Nancy’s chest, wishing it was yours. He slid down her torso pondering what sounds you would make if he was kissing towards your sweet center. He pulled Nancy’s panties to the side and swiped his tongue along her heat, thinking about how delicious you would taste. He then flipped Nancy over on all fours and slid into her with a grunt. He couldn’t stand to look at her, wishing her body was yours, wishing her sounds were yours, wanting to hold you in his arms after. Steve finished quickly, his perversions towards you spurring him on. 

The couple collapsed into Steve’s king bed. Nancy traced small circles on his chest while they caught their breath. Steve felt satiated, his hunger for you ebbed, for now. 

“Steve! What’s on your arm?” Nancy yelped. Steve’s heart dropped into his chest. He frantically turned himself away from his girlfriend. Nancy’s small hands grabbed Steve’s shoulder to turn him back to her. Her nails drug down to the tattoo you had given her boyfriend and her face began to heat up.

“What the fuck is this, Steve?”

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[nishloves]

June 14th • ksy

pairing : kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x f!reader

theme : short oneshot, fluff ☁️, mildly suggestive (nothing over explicit) 🍋, angsty and sad if you squint 🌩️

warnings : suggestive but very mild, implied age gap, overthinker!serious!hoshi

words : 1.8k

synopsis : when everyone asserted that kwon soonyoung was a happy go lucky person with craze and vigour you begged to differ, as much as he was fun and warm, he was serious and devoted, both to his work and his family. so when he forgets his birthday due to hectic schedule, you made your mind to make atleast this birthday memorable which left soonyoung into a deep mess of overthinking.

happy hoshi day!<33

when you had said that you had a surprise for the tiger fanatic, he went out of his way to uncover it from you and then found his birthday gift two hours before his actual birthday (it wasn't intentional); he pretended as if he didn't know about it at all but when you saw that the gift was stored differently than you had, you were fuming, you didn't scold him that day but you did have a sudden realisation.

don't tell him or even hint at any plans.

so now, when your boyfriend was back after a tour, he surely didn't have enough time to manage a party and wasn't able to meet his parents due to full schedule, so what did you do?

go behind his back and plan a party of course.

yet his own birthday was the last thing on his mind, it wouldn't be wrong to say that he had almost forgotten his birthday because of his hectic life and you found that sad, for he went out of his way to keep track of all special events for you both and yet was so ignorant of his own birthday, you wanted to make him feel special, as special as he makes you feel.

but for a specific kwon soonyoung, it was a nightmare, you were on your phone longer than before, excuse yourself to the balcony at odd times, stay on call with people for hours and even though he wasn't the one to snoop he heard you talking to chan on a phone call, and you were definitely enjoying it.

he didn't question you, he believed in chan and more so he believed in you; yet he couldn't help but notice how chan is closer to your age, how you both have such similar personalities, how easy it is for you to just get each other, he wasn't the one to be jealous but he was... he really was.

yet when you jumped on him after your phone call and kissed him so repeatedly and then cuddling you after, he felt great again.

"babe?" he asked, hugging you closer to himself.

"yeah?"

"i— i..." am jealous.

was what he wanted to say but never did, he thought that you might feel offended by it, even though he knew you wouldn't, he just couldn't help overthinking.

"soonyoung?" you asked, ever so innocently.

"i really have to use bathroom."

you giggled, and set him free as he brisk walked towards the bathroom he saw you taking your laptop out and start working.

he sighed, he couldn't blame you... he had to work a lot too.

so when on June 14th he received your texts saying that some friends were over, he thought about how he wished to leave his work soon.

his agency and members had repeatedly reminded him that it was his birthday the next day, but he was so immersed in choreographing for the new song that he forgot it.

others, even dino had left early and he was all alone in the practice room, listening to the song again and again from his phone and when he was disturbed in the middle of his practice, he didn't appreciate it.

his phone rang and instead of the song, the default ringtone rang around the room through speakers, he unpaired his phone, only to see dino's name on the caller id.

"hyung!"

hoshi checked the time, 11:38 p.m.

"yeah? what happened? why are you calling so late? you alright?"

"are you home yet?"

"no? why do you ask?"

"well, y/n has been helping me with somethings these days—"

"yeah, I heard," he almost pouted, remembering all the times she talked with chan rather than him.

"she told you?"

"nah, I just overheard you quite sometimes..." he admitted, fiddling with his ring.

"you were evesedropping you mean?"

"no! I have no idea whatsoever you were talking about— I just heard her saying your name." he remembered his jealousy, he just wanted to cuddle her so bad.

"well whatever, y/n isn't picking up her phone," dino said.

"no shit, you're calling near twelve— wait, she had her friends over right?"

"I don't know."

"then, she must not be sleeping right now," soonyoung said.

"I called her like eight times and she didn't pick up."

"eight times!?" soonyoung was worried, he was already under a lot of stress these days so he became more paranoid about you, not to mention you were a light sleeper (even if you had the ability to fall asleep anywhere).

did you drink a lot? did any of your friends drug you? he didn't know them much because he didn't get the time but some of your friends he had met were really sweet so that was unlikely... were you sick? did the food made you queasy and you had to go to hospital? were you in any kind of accident? did the bottle cap flick your eyes?

he got all so worried, he cut the phone and ran out to his car,

11:46 p.m. it was.

with his speed he will definitely make it by 12.

as he drove he repeatedly called you, yet you weren't picking up, he was going nuts. he sighed and tried to relieve his heart, were you just sleeping? sleeping deeply because you were tired? you had been working hard on your job...it wasn't unlikely either.

he slowed down his car as the parking lot came in the view,

11:58 p.m.

while riding the elevator all he could think about was your well being, not remembering the day he was about to step into.

as soon as he punched the password of the house he was met with darkness, you never slept with all lights off, something about keeping one light always open for emergencies and stuff, but the whole apartment was dark.

soonyoung stumbled on his foot as he held onto the door handle,

and then

"happy birthday kwon soonyoung!" was rung out as the lights blinked open, and confetti shot towards the sky, a doll dangled in the sky with slit eyes doing a weird voodoo dance, a doll? as the candles of the cake lit up with luminescence.

the cake was in your hands, his seventeen members and some of the staff closer to him— they were all there,

he frantically checked the time, 12:02 am, June 15th.

he laughed, he was not mad, he was touched, touched by your efforts. he saw his apartment decorated with numerous tiger print balloons and tiger stuff toys lying here and there.

all his members came forward to hug the shit out of him, after being repeatedly squeezed by twelve monsters and them all together, he finally saw you coming towards him, before anything you put the cake and he wished,

"i wish for the wellness of my friends, family and y/n, please take good care of them, oh and me too!"

"what did you wish for?"

"you aren't supposed to ask that woozi," jeonghan hushed the guy as he put an arm around soonyoung, who looked at you with such love lidden eyes that it was evident, evident to anyone watching him just how much he loved you.

the small party went on, after you created a fuss on soonyoung not having his dinner because he was so immersed in dancing and then, chan flicked his forehead because he reminded him to have food atleast five times before leaving.

you didn't stay mad at soonyoung for long, no one could stay mad at soonyoung.

so when all his friends had left, he turned around to beam at you,

"i was so worried when chan called and said you didn't pick up his phone."

"i thought so... i am sorry for that," you admitted, walking towards him as you gently slid your arms on his waist, he rested his head on yours as he replicated the gesture.

"we will go to your hometown in the afternoon and return tomorrow morning," you said, caressing his back.

"but—"

"shh, I already took the permission, your parents and sister would love seeing you."

"my sister? isn't that too far fetched?"

"hey!" you hit his chest as you both erupted into a fit of giggles, feeling lucky for having each other.

"thankyou so much for that, y/n," he spoke out, as he kissed your forehead, "I really missed them."

"soonie~"

"yeah baby?"

"I love you," you whispered, your hands now buried in his hair as you leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

"I love you too y/n, so much, I love you so much," he was never shy to admit his feeling, yet you were and he felt golden after hearing your words.

you smiled as you pulled him closer for a kiss, a kiss you never imagined to turn wild, but soonyoung really can't keep his hands off you.

"i thought we were going to sleep for the trip," you said breathlessly, your lips now swollen and your buttoned up shirt half undone.

he grinned as he swiped his hand across the shirt and somehow all the buttons were undone? you yelped out of surprise as soonyoung steadied your half naked figure, making you both laugh as he kissed you again, again and again.

"I gotta unwrap my gifts now, shouldn't i? I started with my favourite," soonyoung smirked, taking off his shirt and leaving you oh so ever breathless.

"but we have a trip tomorrow, hoshi~" you reasoned, but your own hands were caressing his torso as you batted your eyes at him, your hand resting on his jaw as you left kisses on his neck.

he groaned, "we were leaving in afternoon right? we still have the morning to ourselves," he spoke out, pushing you on the bed as he pounced on you, trapping you between his arms.

you still chuckled, living with hoshi was nothing short of fun, you had never been happiest with any person before and you were determined for him to like your little gift, which you hid among the bundles of clothes and everything.

[mazeinthemiroh]

hiiii id like to request a reaction for ateez members pls. can it be about the reader dating a member but her bias was someone else in the group, idk it seems like such a fun concept if u could please. it could be fluff/ angst whatever u want

and can the hongjoong one be a mingi bias whereas the mingi one is a hongjoong bias (my bias and bias wrecker is showing severely hehe)

everything else can be whatever u want :))

ateez when their s/o's bias is another member

genre: fluff, crack, slight angst?

word count: 1.2k

warnings: cursing, they vary in length tbh so sorry about that

author's notes: oh boy have i been waiting for this request! this is such a fun concept and i really enjoyed writing this so thank you for requesting!! hope you're doing well and hope this is to your liking! let me know what you thought love <33

hongjoong

"and that one rapper? he's so hot! i think he's actually my favourite."

hongjoong was watching one of your old youtube videos; a reaction video to ateez. this is when you first heard about them and wanted to get into their music years ago. who would've thought that life would end up here? you dating one of the members of ateez.

hongjoong giggled at your statement, "awww you loved me from the very beginning" he teased as you read your book on the other side of the room, half embarrassed and half entertained that he was watching that video.

"actually i was talking about mingi," you said cheekily, not even bothering to look up from your book.

all you were met with was silence. too much silence that consequently caused you, after long last, to raise your head and investigate.

and what you saw was a half glare and a big pout on hongjoong's face.

"aww baby don't be sad," you giggled as you went over to him and wrapped your arms around him, "your my favourite now!" you started placing your lips on his neck, trailing then softly in just the right spots, softening him up again.

"and you always will be~

seonghwa

"so." seonghwa's voice sounded from next to you. you were both cuddled up on the couch together, watching an uninteresting sitcom to pass the time. there was something quite dangerous about the smoothness of seonghwa's voice, but you couldn't quite place what.

"when were you gonna tell me yunho was your bias?"

your heart dropped. you quickly glanced at his face to see a unimpressed expression looking back at you.

"h-how did you even-"

"lockscreen."

oh shit. you were fairly new into your relationship with seonghwa, so forgetting to change your lockscreen to something that didn't scream 'i love jeong yunho so much #slay' would've been wise.

"you idiot," seonghwa teased and chuckled lowly, looking back to the tv screen, shaking his head. you pouted and nudged him in response.

"hey! call me an idiot and i'll keep the lockscreen as it is!"

yunho

"well this is awkward."

san said with a massive beaming smile in his face as he continued to go about his day, washes the dishes innocently as if he wasn't the main cause of an argument.

yunho tutted and looked back at you disapprovingly whilst you stuttered and trained to explain yourself.

"she's an admirer, what can i say?" san mused loudly to himself, making yunho gnash his teeth in frustration.

"shut it, you," he hissed at his roommate who merely chuckled in reply. he had never seen yunho jealous before and, to be honest, he found it highly amusing. mostly because yunho looked like a hurt puppy who had lost its way home.

"this doesn't mean anything," you say to your sulky boyfriend, slide your hands of his shoulders, "i love you the most. on the world."

"that's debatable-"

"san!"

"okay, okay..."

yeosang

"jongho is just really cool, okay?"

you sat opposite your boyfriend in a cafe as he took a long slurp of his coffee, not once breaking eye contact with you. he had been interrogating you about this topic for quite some time now, ever since he found out you had a soft spot for jongho.

"cooler than me?" he clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and twisted the coffee cup in his hands, looking at you with immense interest.

"i never said that," you retorted, "you're just... different!"

"different how?" yeosang pressed on, not giving you a very easy time as he humorously continued to question you.

"well... i just love his voice," you said in a dreamy voice, "like every time i hear him singing i feel i'm ascending into the heavens!"

"well you'd say the same with me if i got more lines!" yeosang threw a used napkin at you and chuckled at his own joke.

san

"what do you mean i'm not your bias?"

your disheartened boyfriend had the biggest, plumpest pout on those lips of his as he looked at your with shiny puppy eyes. this was all news to him and honestly he felt like his whole world fell apart. "i'm dating you am i not??"

"yeah but-" you tailed off innocently, but there was nothing you could say to calm this man's humorously dramatic expression.

"who's your bias then?" he demanded, feigning anger with the twinge of sarcasm in his voice. you knew better to keep your mouth shut.

"if its wooyoung i swear to god, y/n-"

"it's not!"

"..."

"..."

"... you liar!"

he playfully grabbed a pillow and started hitting you with it as you giggled mischievously. you couldn't help but laugh at his childishness. it was no big deal, right?

mingi

you, mingi and hongjoong sat in the living room together in silence. for hongjoong, he just went about his business, laptop on his lap as he typed away doing some sort of work. but you and mingi were avoiding eye contact, avoiding talking. avoiding literally everything except breathing.

it was only a matter of time before hongjoong caught onto this. and as he looked from you, to mingi, and then back to you again, he knew there was soemthing wrong.

"what's up with you guys?" he asked suspiciously, lowering his laptop screen slightly.

"nothing, nothin-"

"y/n loves you more than me."

"wha- mingi!" you lightly slapped his arm defensively, "mingi is mad that you're my bias. that's all. nothing deep." your voice was high and strained as mingi crossed his arms Iver his chest.

"wait," hongjoong started grinning proudly, "... i'm your bias?"

by this time mingi was fuming and glaring daggers into hongjoong, striking fear into the leader.

"ehem that's not important," hongjoong coughed nervously, "that doesn't mean anything!"

"exactly!" you chimed in, "see mingi?"

you nudged him gently now, but the gaze he gave you in return did not look so convincing.

wooyoung

"i get it, he's more handsome than me."

this made you laugh. not because it was true or you were making fun of your boyfriend, but more with how you couldn't tell if he was being serious or not.

but after the minutes went by and the unusual coldness and silence from wooyoung continued, you realised that he was actually upset about this.

"oh woo, don't be like that," you leaned over to grab his hand, "you're not being serious are you?"

"well you like my best friend more than me. why wouldn't i be upset about this?" he lucked his dry lips and cleared his throat, his eyebrows furrowed.

"because you're my number one," you leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek. and then another. and then another. so many sloppy kisses had been peppered all over his face by the time he started giggling and smiling again. you had won him over!

jongho

"seonghwa looks like such an angel," you stared with sparkly eyes at the screen in front of you as you watched the new ateez music video for their latest comeback.

jongho couldn't help but notice that your attention was mostly fixated on seonghwa in the video. you complimented his handsomeness, his voice, the lines he had, the way he fit the concept perfectly. he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"yeah seonghwa looks great," he muttered and cleared his throat, watching the music video with you.

"you look handsome too," you quickly added, realising you hadnt said anything about your actual boyfriend because eoyu were too busy gawking over your bias.

"oh no its too late for that now!" jongho said playfully and poked your side, causing you to let out a half yelp, half laugh.

"i'm sorry baby, i just got... distracted?"

[keiipopped]

Reason Number 60: We’re not just friends.

a/n: I hate this so bad but I needed something to write before I get booted out of enha writer land💀 send help(and requests🥲) Synopsis: The one where your bestfriend gets jealous and gives you all the reasons why he should be your boyfriend. Pairing: Bestfriend Jay X reader Genre: fluff, fluffy angst, friends to lovers Warning: the writing is awful and it barely makes sense. also one poorly written kiss. yay

“Reason number 54; i’d cook for you” 

“Sounds convincing..” you noticed a small smile creeping up his face “but you cook for everybody” you looked at him noticing how he deadpans as you complete your sentence. “Not true! It’d be special” he whined at you. “Sure Jay”

You weren't sure how you ended up here. What was supposed to be a fun movie night with your best friend turned into him listing all the reasons he’d be a good boyfriend for you. 

This type of conversation wasn’t necessarily a new topic for y'all as Jay was pretty flirty and pretty often too. You always took it with a grain of salt quick to brush it off knowing Jay didn’t have the cleanest of reputations with women. 

He wasn’t a typical player or college fuckboy. He was a gentleman honestly… too much of one. His subtle flirty nature often had girls thinking he liked them in a way he didn't, leading to them being offended at the notice of another girl..and another girl..and another feeling the same. So it would be kinda messy and you tried to keep yourself out of it most of the time.

“Oh! Reason 58; your family loves me! I'd help your mom cook, help with your little brother. All of it” 

Right. How did you get here? Well you and Jay were having your weekly movie night that you actually hadn’t had the chance to have in about 5 months with the assignments and school projects you both had being at an all time high. 

Finally getting the chance to sit down and actually soak in your presence Jay wanted nothing more than to just wrap up in a blanket with you, some popcorn and yalls favorite snacks and enjoy the movie…  but you. You just wouldn't shut up. Which he typically wouldn't have an issue with but you wouldn’t stop gushing about how cute the main character of the movie was. Failing to notice Jay's exaggerated eye rolls as he attempted to ignore your little fangirl breakdown. But what set him off was when you started going on about how ‘boyfriend material’ said main character was. Jay sat up setting his popcorn on the near coffee table and turning on the lights turning to you. “How on earth is he boyfriend material!? He's brushing his teeth” Jay says,voice laced with irritation. He folded his arms sitting back, a slight pout forming on his lips and you couldn't help but laugh at his sudden child-like behavior. “Whats funny? Im being serious'' he started sitting up intently and you knew he was preparing to go into a lecture. 

You definitely didn't expect to be sitting here nearly 20 minutes later; tv still paused as your best friend went into his 60th reason for why he’d be a better boyfriend than the character on the screen who still hadn’t gotten the chance to finish brushing his teeth. 

“Okay. how about this reason,um. 60. Id wake you up with kisses every morning” 

Woah. 

That was a topic that was never touched. Yes, there had been jokes about you both kissing when you were like 14 or 17 but it's been years. And it was never mentioned in such a serious sense. 

Something so simple yet so domestic and now your heart was beating faster than it had in a while as you saw the serious glint in Jay's eyes.

He didn't fail to notice the change in your body language 

“I mean if you want that. Of course I'm not trying to force you to be with me or anything. You know I'm just saying so you’d consider it. Only if you want though”

He's rambling. And you're rambling in your head.

Obviously by the 60 reasons he’d be a good boyfriend for you and the nervous tone he had he was being serious. It wasn’t just a joke anymore and you couldn’t help yourself anymore.

Reaching over resting both of your hands on the side of his jaw, you leaned your body towards him. As soon as your hands touched him, his found their way to both sides of your waist. Everything happened so quickly yet so smoothly and in no time your lips had met. It wasn't rushed or messy at all. The kiss was very warm, and filled with years of unspoken love. All the feelings that had been brushed away and laughed off now being poured into this one kiss. After what felt like forever you both pulled away looking at each other. Jay broke into a smile almost immediately as you just stared at each other. “So i'm assuming you like reason number 60” he said, giving you one of his signature smirks and tightening his grip on your waist. You just laughed a bit giving him a light smack on the arm and rested your head on his shoulder “can we finish the damn movie now” you ask as he laughs a bit turning the lights off and settling again.

Who knew what would happen later or what you both were to each other at this point, whatever it was, it was obvious you were no longer just friends.

[streamat4am]

for shes the man enid's dong id probably go for wednesday if u dont mind. or yoko if u prefer

I gotchu mate :)

Tags: wednesday being a tease, enid being sensitive asf and having a not so human ding dong, usual things. Enid switches to he/him pronouns in wednesdays POV bc she crossdresses and tries to pass as a man for au reasons

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"You don't have to do this," Enid mumbles and her face lit aflame when wednesday hums. Her eyes isn't even looking at her face! it shouldn't be a bother, except Wednesday is literally looking at something else, something more intimate.

A whine pulls from the werewolf's lips when cold fingers brushed at her tip, that thumb rubbing and pressed at the slit with a curiosity that has Enid being jealous. Pre spills and Enid can't stop a whine of concern when she watches it pool around the creases of Wednesday's hand.

Is this really okay? Like she didn't mind but this is a special thing after all. She doesn't remember girls doing this in her shows... But then again, Enid isn't supposed to be acting as a girl at all.

The thought of Wednesday doing this with others has her tensing her jaw though.

"Does this bother you?" Wednesday wonders, her eyes finally straying to look into dilated blue. "You're free to back out whenever."

Enid shakes her head, an instant no escaping her lips before she can think

"I just-" the wolf chokes on her words, not expecting Wednesday to start stroking . Her hands clung onto the chair, digging in as her nails dug deep into the plush seats. Already can she feel her teeth growing with her arousal, scraping at her bottom lip with a want and it aches as she zeroes into Wednesday's skin.

"Yes?" Wednesday says and Enid gasps when a finger brushes against the little bump that rests on her base. It was her knot, the one thing that made this happen in the first place.

See Enid was born with a rather curious condition, instead of manifesting her more wolfish features once a month, it instead decides to pop in or even stay at times depending on her mood. This one? was on the more permanent side. It wasn't as big as it should be if she shifts but its noticeable alright- noticeable enough that when she got pantsed a week ago, her gang caught an eyeful.

She didn't think that such a prank would lead to this.

"tell me Enid," Wednesday starts and Enid nods, trying her best to listen through the beat in her ears and haze over her mind. Her bestie's fingers continue to prod and it is simply so hard to keep a straight mind when her hands start to pump. "have you ever used this?"

"Used?" Enid whimpers and her hips jerk when those hands squeezed at the tip.

Too lost to the feeling, the werewolf pressed her eyes shut, unaware of the way Wednesday tilts her head. She does it again and Enid leaks all the more, shaking and trembling in the chair.

"have you?" Wednesday repeats, a whisper of a smile growing on her face when Enid does his best to breathe in reply instead before slowly shaking his head no.

Beautiful, as it should.

Enid has always been so steadfast, never one to falter so to think that she was one to bring such a boy to this state makes something pleasant to curl inside her. He looked like a mess, with his hair frazzled and parts of his stomach exposed, allowing her to eye the happy trail that led to her current fascination.

His lenght is heavy in her hands and she squeezes at the knot that laid in her palm.

At first, she was curious about his biology. She has taken werewolf class and from what she remembers, most don't have this feature so to see it in Enid.. she simply couldn't let this chance go.

Not to mention, she wanted an excuse to touch him where no one else has.

What? Wednesday is opportunistic so when the urge to taste overtakes her, she allows herself to dive in and give a broad lick up the shaft.

The sound Enid makes is delicious as he bucks his hips up. Needy dog, Wednesday thinks, laying her hands on his thighs and pushing him back into place. It takes a moment for her tongue to reach the tip before she caught the precum that leaked.

The stream kept going at a steady pace and a part of her wondered if he was in rut. It'd explain the knot and why he was so reactive. A heat bloomed at her skin and she breathes a tiny bit harder when she licks her lips, savouring the tang of something not so bitter sticking on her mouth.

She wanted more.

"weds?-" Enid whispers, those eyes of his trying to spark into something with clarity.

Wednesday shushes in reply and without warning, she wraps her lips around the tip, holding the head with the flat of her tongue as she suckled. Enid choked, his words unable to bumble out as he whined and jerked in her hold.

"Wednesday!" Enid gasps and oh does her name sound absolutely tantalizing in his mouth, spilling out like he was begging for more. Just for him, she's willing to indulge so she hums and took more of his lenght. Enough to for it to sit snugly in the back of her throat as the rest of her fingers pressed against the knot just a few inches away from her mouth.

All he can say to that is a whimper and his hands that were clinging so tightly to the chair now run through her hair. She feels the way those claws tempt to dig and heat burns at her skin at the thought as Enid shakily brushes her bangs back..

Wednesday's eyes snapped up to watch, to see her boy bite his lip so hard that blood must've pooled. How she wishes she could kiss and sample what it would've tasted. The thought was enough to make her moan and immediately Enid folded, his shoulders shaking as he gasps with flushed cheeks.

Wednesday simply suckles, enjoy the way he leaks in her mouth as she rubbed circles along his thighs, feeling how it tenses in want.

It's then that Wednesday is assured that only she can see Enid like this. Gone was the straight laced confidence of before, instead all that was left was a shaking wolf so easily held down. It's endearing, it's addicting and it's hers.

“Willa - ” Enid whined and finally, his fingers curl along the base of her hair to tug. “I think im-”

Wednesday didn't need to think twice before opening her jaw even more to try and take the rest of him in.

"ohmygos-" spills from Enid's lips and Wednesday's eyes go wide when she feels herself get pulled so deep that her mouth nudges against the swollen knot. It's bigger up close and she wonders what'd it'd feel inside as the head of his cock nestled deep in the back of her throat.

Wednesday doesn't gag but her throat tenses at the intrusion anyways and like a seasoned pro for someone who hasn't at all done this, she inhales through her nose before licking and sucking the thing that's going to haunt her nightmares.

Enid cries out and with one last call of "Wednesday!" he cums straight into her stomach. Wednesday pulls back, enough to keep the head inbetween her lips and swallow the rest of his seed with every greedy bob of her throat.

When all is done, she presses a kiss on his steadily growing flaccid cock before standing up and straightening her uniform. She eyes the knot that lays ever so present but it was smaller now. She remembers the size it held from before and bets that it would leave a pleasant stretch whenever he pulls out.

Enid lays there, mouth agape and looking like he ran a marathon with how flushed his face was.

"we should do this again, Enid," Wednesday says, her head tilting and she can still taste him on her tongue with every word she says. He needs to take responsibility for the addiction that's growing.

All Enid can do is nod and when she felt the familiar tensing of a body part, immediately pulled her pants up.

"let's," Enid giggles in disbelief because wtf just happened. It isn't until Enid sees Wednesday in passing a few hours later does she realize that what happened wasn't some dream because there is no way, Wednesday Addams just mimicked what she did this morning.

... Maybe pranks aren't so bad after all, if it lead them to her.

[susiecarter]

I know you wrote alot of different superbat tropes and I'm not sure if you're taking suggestions but I don't think you've covered a jealousy trope. I'd love to see Clark helplessly jealous of Bruce and all his beautiful men/ women he dates and Bruce genuinely being none the wiser of thinking maybe Clark is avoiding him all of a sudden is because he's come to his senses and realised that Bruce's friendship is a waste of time or the reason for Clark being rude ( or as rude as someone like Clark can be ) to some of his dates is because he's annoyed with brucie Wayne and his airheadedness / fakeness . And then Clark just loses it when confronted and confesses how he feels and then they have life changing sex lmao !

:D Hi, anon! You're not wrong, haha, I am ALL ABOUT the tropes—and while I have to admit that part of the reason I've never written a fic focused on jealousy is because jealousy doesn't usually tickle my id particularly well (especially with these guys, because I enjoy their delicious angst the most when they're feeling insecure and unsure of themselves emotionally = they're usually holding themselves back/deliberately trying not to put themselves forward as an option :'D) ...

... I have to admit that the way you are framing this prompt is working for me VERY MUCH INDEED. *______*! Your parenthetical is totally correct, Clark being genuinely rude to an innocent third party is kind of a hard sell :D and basically all of the rest of this, I love—the more I think about it, the more I can buy Clark feeling Some Kind of Way about all the gorgeous models (dudes, ladies, neither, Bruce Wayne is ~flexible) Bruce has on his arm all the time, one second wishing that that were him and the next second telling himself not to be so stupid (and it's not precisely that he'd LIKE having lots of people staring at him, flashes going off in his face, all of that—but it wouldn't be about Superman, it would be because he was with Bruce, because he was Bruce's and everyone was seeing him be Bruce's, and he'd have Bruce's attention, too, the headiest part of all—) ... and also feeling a certain uncharitable degree of, like, frustration, because none of these people actually know Bruce, and so it's annoying to watch them be dismissive or patronizing toward ~Bruce Wayne~; he wouldn't be like that, he respects Bruce, he cares about who Bruce actually is, he'd be grateful if Bruce gave him the time of day and he'd do whatever he could to be worthy of it ... and also being afraid he couldn't get Bruce, or if he got him, couldn't keep him, when he'd have to compete with people who look like that, people who can swan their way through upscale parties just as smoothly as Bruce can, people who are glamorous and confident and important. ;-;

And OF COURSE he'd tie himself into a huge ugly knot about it, of course he'd get himself worked up in his head over it until he can't stand to watch Bruce smile and ~bedroom eyes~ at and kiss EVEN ONE MORE OF THESE GD RANDOS, and OF COURSE Bruce would take that carefully imposed distance at least ten wrong ways at once and decide he must be the problem. :'D I will never get tired of writing Clark snapping in the face of Bruce's unwillingness to believe Clark genuinely wants him and articulating his actual feelings as forcefully as he can figure out how to, AND *clenches fists* YES, LIFE-CHANGING SEX INDEED. :DDDDD

So, yeah, as always, I can make you no promises, but if I do actually manage to write this idea, I will 100% give all credit to this ask (and/or to you directly, if you want to send me a follow-up with a username I can attribute! IF NOT NO WORRIES ♥ and seriously, thank you so much for the ask and the prompt!)

[your-friendly-sociopath]

Can you do Alastor who is jealous of his S/O’s has crush on someone else? S/O was dreaming of marrying some another charming guy like Tom Riddle from Harry Potter, and Peter Pan from Once Upon A Time(even it’s not on list but I simp for cute ones can’t help it LOL)

Lolol, Ima simp for Tom riddle too 😂

Jealous Alastor x Reader

You were a simple sinner demon, trying to find their way through hell

When you heard of the happy hotel you decided to go check it out

And by check it out I mean get a free room and lots of therapy (bc we all need it lets be honest)

Now you joined before the whole news fiasco and Alastor

On the morning of the interview Charlie and Vaggie were rushing to make the hotel look good for any new potential sinners

And angle had left earlier for who knows what

You decided to stay at the hotel while Charlie and Vaggie left to 666 news

You watched the whole showdown on the tiny tv in the lobby

You felt kinda bad for Charlie, knowing that after that interview no sinner would want to be a part of the hotel

Suddenly your phone started ringing

You checked the caller ID to see it was charlie

So you answered

"Heya charlie...I saw the interview, how're you holding up?"

You heard her answer, voice wavery like she had been crying

"Oh pfft I'm totally fine, it's not like many demons watch the news anyways.."

You could tell by her tone that she was faking enthusiasm

"Listen...(Y/n) , the limo got a flat tire. We may take a bit longer to get to the hotel. Sorry"

You shrugged her of before realizing she couldn't see you

"Nah it's fine, don't worry about the hotel. I'm keeping an eye on it"

She sighed in relief

"ok, thank (Y/n). Hopefully we won't be much longer"

With that you ended the call and started scrolling through your phone out of boredom

Ten or so minutes later you heard a knock on the door

Thinking it was charlie returning you went to open the door

To your surprise and horror you found the radio demon at the door

"Hel-" your spammed the door in confusion, before opening it again "-lo"

You slammed it again

You looked around the empty lobby trying to decide if you should let the monster outside in or not

Gathering all the courage you could you opened the door again

"May I speak now?"

You blinked up at the radio demon

"Uh...sure?"

"Alastor, darling, pleasure to meet you quite a pleasure"

He spoke with such enthusiasm and energy it was hard to believe he was dangerous

"Forgive me for my sudden intrusion but I saw the disaster on the picture show and just had to visit this place!"

You nodded awkwardly

"Might I ask where the manager is?"

It took you a sec to process what he said

Manager--owner.. Charlie

"Oh uh she's not here right now... sorry"

You responded quietly

"Oh? Do you happen to where she is, my dear?"

"Uh, flat tire"

You said dumbly

His grin somehow grew wider as he looked around

"so it's just you and I then?"

You nodded

"Well then what a delightful surprise!"

"Suuure.."

You said slowly

"I'm not sure if I'd be as affective as charlie, but I'm sure I can help you with whatever you need"

Alastor chuckled

"Oh no, darling, though I appreciate your efforts I'm afraid what I have to say only concerns the princess"

"Oh," you said awkwardly, "well shes gotten held up sooo.."

Alastor raised an eyebrow

You shrugged awkwardly

"Idk when she'll return" you finished

"Well then I suppose I'll wait here!" Alastor responded

You squeaked in surprise and groaned quietly

"Ok fine cool cool cool" you muttered, walking past him

You heard his static filled chuckle behind

"I don't believe I caught your name, darling"

"Oh, sorry, I'm (Y/n)" you gave him a polite smile

Alastor found that he quite liked your smile

-----

Later after charlie had returned with vaggie and angle in tow, and Alastor finally revealing why he had arrived

You were chilling in the library, lounging on an old couch while looking at fanart of your fav characters (*cough* tom riddle *cough*)

Suddenly there was a loud pop behind you, like static

You turned and saw no one

You shrugged it off as your imagination, and eventually fell asleep on the couch

Alastor appeared out of the shadows and watched you sleep for a moment, before carrying you back to your room

He didn't know who you were looking at, but he knew that after your encounter that morning, he wanted you all for himself

"You will be mine (Y/n)~"

I'm so incredibly sorry for being late, I got distracted with a part two to His Fawn and some other fica I'm working on

[riddle-me-ri]

Love how u write farrell ozzie 💖💖💖 I need more 😫 can I pls get a jealous ozzie

A/N: Thank you, sweetie! I'm glad you enjoy my writing! And yes of course I can do that for ya! Hope you enjoy, nothing like ruffling up this bird's feathers, eh?

Trigger Warnings: None really, just Oz being a possessive and jealous little penguin *squawk squawk*

Word Count: 850

Farrell!Oswald Cobblepot x Reader - Make Him Jealous

It was a hustling and bustling Saturday night and you didn't want to stay in. What better place to go out, dance and have fun than the Iceberg Lounge? Not just because it was the biggest and hottest club in town, but because your significant other owns and runs the whole joint. 

Oz was discussing some business with Falcone's lackeys but every now and then he'd steal glances of you down below on the ground floor. You were having the time of your life. You were accompanied by a couple friends that worked for the club but were off for the night. 

You looked absolutely ethereal dancing and smiling away to the music. Oz loved seeing you soaking in the environment he had control over and he had tailored to a T. It was like you were a gorgeous rose, that was thriving in his own little garden for you. 

Unfortunately with every garden…came its pests that want to take advantage of the ripe fruit and freshly blooming flowers. 

Falcone's men took a seat with Oswald and for a few minutes his eyes were off you. Something he'd later regret. 

You and your friends had decided to sit down for a couple songs. You sat back, relaxed and watched as people's bodies danced and synced to the music. 

After a while a man approached your group, and quite confidently reached out his hand towards you with a grin.

You eyed the face of the man and the hand in front of you. 

He must be new here…he must not know I'm Ozzie's…

One of your friends tried to speak up, "uhh I don't think that's a good id-" 

You kindly shushed them. "It's fine – one dance couldn't hurt right?" You shrugged as you took the man's hand and joined him on the dance floor. 

Besides, Oz still hadn't come down yet like he said he would almost two hours ago….

Yes, you were being petty, but its because you missed him. Oswald had been preoccupied all night since you got there. 

You and the mystery guy took to the floor without a hitch. You smile a soft smile at him, but that’s all. You let him hold your hand and touch your hip, but you make sure to keep him a fair distance. Just some friendly fun, no more no less. 

When the third song with the stranger finished, you were about to call it quits and rejoin your friends.

“Having fun there, sweetheart?” 

The stranger jumped out of his skin. Oswald was a foot behind him, and snuck up on the both of you. 

Oz lit a cigarette and locked eyes with the stranger, not even breaking the stare to look at you. 

“Oz! Glad you could finally join the fun!” You dropped the stranger’s hand and immediately went over to Oswald’s side. You instinctively, looped your arm around his and smiled at him. 

The mystery man was as white as a sheet. His bottom lip was bouncing like a ball, but no words were coming out. 

“You new around here?” Oz asked the man. 

The man nodded his head, whether it was true or not, Oswald didn’t really care, but it would helped the man’s case. 

“Ozzie, leave him alone! He didn’t do anything wrong!” 

“He’s touching and dancing with someone that’s not his. That’s what’s wrong, and you, sweetheart, know better.” 

You rolled your eyes, trying to seem annoyed. Albeit you were a giggling mess on the inside, little giddy gooseflesh prickled your skin. You couldn’t help it, you loved making Oswald jealous, and it was so easy too. Especially with how possessive he was. 

You gave the guy a shrug that said “eh, I tried.” 

“Take this as a warning, fella. They’re mine. They’re mine alone. You can look, but you damn well better not touch again…capiche?” 

The mystery guy was jitters and shakes, but you two could make out a nod. 

Oswald jutted his head out to the left. “Get outta here.” 

The stranger left in a cloud of dust, like the ground was lit on fire right below him. 

“You didn’t have to be so harsh, Ozzie. I was only being friendly, trying to bring in new business…”

“Uh huh…sure and the Bat’s my chauffeur. That’s not your job, I’ve got people that do that for me. Your job is to look gorgeous and enjoy yourself…”

“I was –”

“And you enjoyed making me envious too.”

You grinned sheepishly and shrugged. You held out your hand, your thumb and index finger just milimeters away. “Just a teeny bit! You can’t blame me though! You made me wait…”

Oz chuckled at that. “I’ll give ya that one, but don’t go pushing me again, understand?” Oswald wrapped his arm around your waist and the other hand went up to catch your cheek in the palm of his hand. 

“Yes sir!” You gave him a small salute and loving smile. You leaned into his touch as the two of you started dancing.  

The both of you know damn well that you would do it again in a heartbeat.

[scribe-of-hael]

TRANSFORMERS OC: I’m curious about the family dynamics of Overlord and his family. WonderNova is a daddy’s girl but what’s her relationship with her mother like? Moreover, what’s Overlord’s relationship with his wife like?

Why I am SO glad you asked ~ I'll started with BlightBrite first and then move down because i haven't talked about her at nauseum yet.

Overlord and Blight had a rocky start to the relationship upon meeting simply because as I like to say.

Overlord's relationship with Blight on the surface seems odd. No one thought Ovwrlord would even take a conjunx , or that someone would be brave enough to even be with him. Same goes with Blight.

His very dramatic, flamboyant, whimsical, emotional (to a degree) and theatrical. She is stoic, logical , matter of fact, cold (to a point) and poised. They are very much like a off key version of Gomez and Morticia. They both are very unapologetically themselves and they both appeicate that from each other.

Their dynamic is kinda like this. But he is an attention whore, he likes to show off and gloat. She doesn't give people attention, she doenst care about that stuff. OL likes a challenge to get her attention. He is simply like a big cat who flops on your laptop, he WILL not be ignored.

Example, this is how they flirt. 👇

BB:"You think your cute when you pout but you're not."

Ol:"Oh sweetspark you wound me~"

BB:"Please. Even if I wanted to I couldn't."

OL:"You should tell me in gruesome detail how excatly you'd do it ~"

BB:"Well you are a heavy sleeper in Stasis."

OL:"Oh I want to be awake for every little poke, stab, or electrocution ~"

BB:"You're a vile sadomasochist you know. "

OL:"And you are a wonderful beautiful Starlight~" **he leans down and she turned her helm to press a kiss on his cheek and he nuzzles ever so happily onto her**

Yeah regular bots heard them talk like this and wonder if they acutal live each other. They do. They just quip back and forth like this. Annoying her is his love language and being snarky is hers. He probably the only person he'll listen to. So pray Blight likes you enough so he doesn't mess with you.

He is a dotting gift giving conjunx who thrive off of physical attention and verbal affirmation. But she makes him earn the last two and returns her love by just wanting to be in his presence and making new toys for him to make him happy. She keeps him focused and contained, he helps her live a little and give into some chaotic fun.

They are genuinely sweet to one another. OL has had to work alot on himself for Blight (which i could get into later) and Blight has had to do some searching herself.

ON TO WONDERNOVA 💫

Now Wonder is a daddy's girl this is true. Bjlut she does have a brilliant mind, much like her mother. She has a fascination with cosmos and planetary life. Blight has a fascination with Organic planets (to OL dismay) and that carried with WN and having prehaps to many pets because of it.

She and her mother have what id call a decent relationship. Blight knows she loves her father and wants to be like him. Strong and wild. She has never faulted her for it or been jealous. Just simply how she is. Blight is see as the "bad guy" somtimes for enforcing rules and boundaries with Wonder because frankly OL spoils her and let's her get away with alot. Blight steps in when OL feels he can't bare to see his darling Sparkling cry. (He gets better but it sucks for him) but Blight is stricter.

But Blight always is there for Wonder and will help her through whatever she is going through. Somtimes Woner just wants to sit and hug her mom. She does want to help her with things and Blight let's her, she's a fast learner and Bkight is very patient. She does let Wonder Learn, she does allow her to make mistakes. Blight just wants to always let Wonder know no matter how bad it is, she can come to her. They will figure it out. It's the very rare times Wonder acts quiet and softer is with her mother, being Blight is smaller but still wanting her affection.

[yank-a-ton]

Feel free to talk about thte first half of that ask I sent, the one about Michael giving up Trevor's ID. I love your analyses! I've only recently started playing and have no one to gush over it with so my asks can be a little scrambled.

Hey no worries for a bit of scrambling. My replies are always scrambled anyways. We'll scramble these eggs together

That split second decision to tell Trevor to run goes through my head so often lmao. The plan was to kill Trevor and send Brad to jail and it was going to be quick so Michael wouldn't have to think too hard about it in the moment. Kill Trevor first so it's too late to change his mind. I'm sure that was Michael's idea, too.

He's got a sick obsession with Trevor in a way. He likes the way Trevor almost worships him, and he hates it too. He's the physical manifestation of every night of fun he's had, every bad decision he's made. A constant reminder of who Michael Townley really is. Somewhere along the way that stopped being a good thing in his eyes. He knows a part of him will always want Trevor around in one way or another, and a fresh start doesn't include that. If he kills Trevor, there's no temptation to go back. Not to mention the fact that Trevor has been wearing Michael thin for years now. He's a liability in a lot of ways.

There’s this implication throughout the game that before Michael met Amanda, all his attention was zeroed in on Trevor and their partnership. However that's interpreted is up to the audience I suppose, but it's clear that Trevor, this man who has been deprived of affection his whole childhood, finally felt he was the center of someone's universe. He's Michael Townley's best friend, and nothing could be more important than that. So when Michael starts splitting his time between Trevor and his family, Trevor gets jealous. He acts out in small ways to bring Michael's attention back to him. And it works, but it chips away at their friendship every time. The longer it goes on, the more Michael distances himself. The more Michael distances, the worse Trevor's outbursts.  It's this unending cycle that leads to resentment, and Michael couldn't handle it any more. I think he's fully aware of how he messed Trevor up, but he also doesn't view it as his problem, because he has his family to think about.

Anyway, back to the Ludendorff heist. The sheer amount of planning that had to go into the Ludendorff heist on Michael and Dave's part for it to go down the way they wanted is crazy to me. He really sold them out completely just to get a head start lmao. Then you've got the logistics of the day itself. Dave is the only member of the FIB that’s a part this, and that it's kinda hush hush so they've got to plan it in a way that a single sniper can get it done. They didn't count on the entire police department showing up and creating chaos,, or Brad ruining the shot.

Michael is deadset on the plan, shown in the little comments he makes to Trevor throughout the heist. (Trevor, talking about the money in the vault: "Oh...There's enough here for us all to enjoy!/Who said North Yankton was a dead end. There's enough here to keep us all entertained." Michael: "Depends on how you look at it." and Trevor when he kills the security guard holding Michael Hostage: "There'll be time for grieving later." Michael: "Yeah, you got that right.") He's fully prepared for a future without Trevor in it. He's excited about it to some extent. Ready for it to be over and done with.

But little things keep going wrong on this heist. Way more cops than Michael anticipated, the driver getting shot, Trevor and Brad constantly worrying about the helicopter and suggesting alternate escapes, and getting hit by the train all kind of compile and make an already stressed out Michael frazzled and jumpy. So when Davey takes the shot and Brad walks in front of the bullet, there isn't much time to think.

Every little doubt Michael may have had jumps to the forefront of his mind in a split second. He can't look at the situation with a "Whatever happens, happens" view anymore because it all went to shit. Now he does have to think about Trevor dying. It's been prolonged. If Davey doesn't do it, the cops will. So he puts on a good show of dying, without a single drop of blood escaping his kevlar vest, and tells Trevor to run. It's his final gift to someone he still reluctantly cares about. And he's gotta be believable too, he can't ask Trevor to stay around to get shot and finalize the plan, because he knows Trevor would see right through it. So he does the only thing he can do to sell the story, and dramatically pretends to die.

Did he flinch when Trevor wailed his name in agony? Hearing his voice crack when he begged the officers to kill him instead? Does it even matter if he did?

Like you said, Trevor has nothing after this point. Michael sold him out completely (and why not? He expected Trevor to die, he wouldn't need that money lmao). He has no savings, he has no family, he has nothing but a history of addiction and self loathing to fall back on. And I dont think any of this occurs to Michael even once. He did his good deed, and saved his best friend from bleeding out in the snow. Whatever happens to Trevor from that point on, is Trevor’s problem.

Then you’ve got Trevor’s side of things. He watched the only person who’s ever cared about him bleed out in the snow. Seemingly out of nowhere, too. There was no way of knowing someone would be waiting behind that building to off them. So Trevor runs away because it’s all he can do.  He cant stay still for long because the feds are after him, and he can’t visit Michael’s grave for the same reason. (I’m sure he does once things die down. But to not be able to go to the funeral on top of that would be rough) He’s got nothing but memories and heartache. 

It’s so funny to me that Trevor likely moved to San Andreas to escape Michael’s ghost. North Yankton would be full of reminders. Gas stations they robbed, motels they stayed at, maybe even a park he took Tracey and Jimmy to. The cold weather itself would be a harsh reminder. So he moves to the sunny state where he’ll at least never have to feel those days on his skin. Where he’s close to an idealized version of Michael, but not the ghost. The bright shiny Vinewood sign mere miles away from him, a small reminder of the world Michael was obsessed with. Close enough to remind, but not close enough to hurt. Not realizing that Michael is there too, trying to escape Trevor’s ghost as well.

[sofiiel]

001 : The Cutting Room Floor

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Warnings: Mentions of death. Mild violence.

Eddie scowled as he watched the crowd quake at the pitched, quivering scream of the ghostly man on the stage. It was a sound that seemed to crawl from the cracks of the earth, where the air was perfumed in sulphuric suffering.

It was the sort of sound that would make nuns abandon their rosaries, skinny-dip in holy water, and still feel sullied.

The audience loved it, that tormented cry.

And indeed, in his melting corpse paint and drenched long hair Pete seemed every bit Abaddon.

"I don't know what Jack was thinking, having us tour together this year anyway," Eddie muttered leaning against the wall.

"Jealous?" A sweet voice called through a bright smile.

Eddie's brows lifted high as he glanced down at Chrissy, her milky eyes giggling even in her silence.

"Tch, as fucking if..." Eddie grumbled.

"You're jealous. He's your opener, relax. It's obvious you're still Jack's favorite." Chrissy reassured, if not a bit cheekily.

"Eddie, you ready? We're on in five," called Jeff, his guitar already slung around his body.

Eddie gave a nod and glanced out to the stage, where Pete and his band wrapped up their set.

"Always ready, man," Eddie said.

He took a step forward to embark on the stage, as Pete sent Eddie a triumphant smirk in passing. His band followed closely behind him. The drummer smacked his shoulder into Grant's as he walked by.

"The hell? What's your problem!" Grant growled.

The Drummer's eyes glinted a violent amber as he released a hyena-like cackle under his breath.

"Don't you know?" asked the dry tone of Kali, the Bassist.

"Axel's not hunted yet. You should be careful," she advised Grant, continuing on behind Axel.

"Keep your dog under control." Gareth warned, giving Eddie a light push, "come on man, let's go before they escalate this." he whispered into his bandmate's ear.

Eddie swallowed back the urge to snap at the confrontational group and headed out to take his place on the stage.

You waited with fighting hands and restless feet in the back of a cramped taxi. Your stomach burned with turning acids as you quietly watched the rain and the passing lights.

Jack had finally agreed to talk about that marriage counseling you'd asked for.

You'd already resigned to the idea that he'd simply become to distracted and invested in his music business. You'd accepted that it was his family legacy and he just couldn't allot time for you and it.

You weren't mad, but you never expected the phone call you'd gotten after Jack found your house empty one early morning.

His mind was always someplace else, it was a shock to your system when you got that tearful phone call. "Ok, let's talk." It was a more powerful statement than anyone could know.

You sighed and fixed your hair and emerald dress, he loved you in that dress.

You could feel the old butterflies flutter in your gut. Hopeful and shy, he hadn't given you these feelings since highschool.

The Taxi came to a slow at the red light as your phone rang in the tune of Jack's favorite song. A way to keep him close while he was away for many days at a time.

You see his name on the caller ID and smile, rushing to answer.

And at the sound your stomach took a deep dive pulling the warmth in your limbs down with it.

"What?" You whisper in shock to the frantic voice on the other side.

"Jacks dead ____, listen you need to go to the office you -"

You cut off Barbara, your husbands secretary "I...what hospital is he..." your dazed words fade out as water stings your eyes and your throat clenches.

"____, sugar...that won't do you any good. Listen to me, ok. You need to go to the office it's safe there. I've called Ed-"

"I'm, gonna go to the hospital and I need to call his mother and...I'm sorry I need to go..." in your daze you cut off barbara again.

"no, no, no! Listen to me you need to-!" Are the final words you hear from her.

Your eyes turn to your driver, stunned as he snatched away your phone.

A thin smirk stretching across his face as he peered down at you, horns honking as he remained idle.

"Sorry, I'm afraid you're taking a bit of a detour." He said as his smirk grew.

Something in that smirk looks vaguely inhuman.

Your fear is written across your face scribbled over your clear confusion.

"Look if this is some sort of prank, it's a really inappropriate time. I just lost my husband. I needed to make calls and get to the nearest hospital. If you're trying to get more money for the miles that's fine just get a move on " you voice is hollow as you speak.

The man laughs, his growing smile had the potential to be charming under different circumstances. He shook curls the color of honey and chuckled.

"Pretty but not smart are you? Don't make this harder than it needs to be. Turns out we don't need you very alive to draw out the idiot king. Shouldn't have snuffed out old Jack though." He said to himself.

A shiver shook your spine sends waves of goose bumps across your skin.

Reality was sinking in fast as the car sped forward and your phone was tossed out the window. It smashed to pieces against the road.

"What's that mean?" You questioned, leaning forward "who are you and what did you want with Jack?"

The man simply shook his head, turned up the music and pressed down on the glass. He pushed the car to zoom at highway speeds, weaving in and out of the cars on the street.

It was clear you wouldn't be getting an answer yet.

But you clearly recognized the song on the radio. It matched the ring tone you'd had set for Jack. The first successful song of the first band taken into his family's label; Zombie Boy of Corroded Coffin's Mordor It Is album.

"who knew the freak would actually kick out some good shit." The man mumbled under his breath.

You shrunk back into your seat, "this is not happening," the frantic mantra in your head as water welled in your eyes.

You needed to seek help, how exactly? Well, that was a good question.

In the electric gloom of the night clubs basement, Eddie sat brooding in his favorite old lazy boy chair. With his legs crossed he watched his collection of thralls dance with Chrissy across the room.

Usually her amused giggles would fight off the bitterness Pete's presence brought on.

Tonight however, it wasn't working.

He absently swirled his drink about in the glass, the quiet moaning from Jeff's dinner date seemed miles away until they fell silent all together.

Eddie frowned, he almost envied the guys, they could sustain themselves purely on blood alone. While he and Chrissy on the other hand needed something more.

Eddie watched as Chrissy cracked the thralls face in her hands and smiled sweetly. "It's time now, I'm sorry. But thank you." Chrissy whispered.

Moments after, with a violet tremble the thrall's eyes grew large, rolled back into her head as her lips parted, and something slipped out. Like a puff of breath in the winter air, and Chrissy inhaled it like smoke.

The thrall then crumpled to the floor.

"oh look, goldie locks made me dinner." Axel chimed as he came down the stairs. Behind him Pete scanned the room.

"Munson," Pete called carefully.

He ignored his drummer who collected the body of the thrall.

Eddie looked up and upon seeing the expression on Pete's face, he got to his feet.

"What?"Eddie asked him.

"Barb called, your phone isn't ringing." Pete scolded.

Eddie rolled his eyes, "you haven't come down here just to be petty." He said.

"No, but you missed a big call runt. Jacks dead."

Eddie froze at Pete's words. Eyes unblinking as his mouth tried to form words but they remained soundless.

"Jack?" The question was quiet as a whisper as a mournful groan exited Eddie's throat.

"Fuck, no. How?" Eddie's words turned cold and sharp, "who." He demanded.

Pete shook his head, "that we don't know. Yet. But I'll flay him wide open, once he's found. For now, you remember what Jack requested."

Eddie nodded, "yeah," he said turning to Chrissy.

"She can find her." Eddie flagged Chrissy over and her face had already contorted with sorrow.

"are you ok? I know you wanted to protect Jack, Eddie." She said softly.

"Rick'll understand, things are so out of hand lately. It was only a matter of time but...." Eddie's words faded and Chrissy simply nodded. She offered Eddie a hug before turning to Pete.

"____ should be at the office, that's were Jack wanted her taken in this event, which means she hasn't made it there." Chrissy stayed

"Barb said the call was interrupted, and that ____ was in shock. Personally it doesn't feel right." Pete said.

"You think someone got to Jack's wife?" Asked Gareth as the boys circled.

"Not just someone." Pete spoke flatly. "This wreaks of a trap."

Eddie crossed his arms, "Clearly, but this is Jack. We can't not carry out his death wish just because it's-"

"Stupid?" Kali asked, "He wants to lure us out. ____ shouldn't matter to him but, she's a good distraction. Stopping the company from tanking with Jack's death is a better distraction." she reasoned.

Chrissy stood uncomfortably off to the side, biting her lip.

"He is supposed to be gone....right? It's been years. No one has seen him in years." she murmured.

"His body was destroyed, He's not something that can simply be killing princess." Eddie sighed.

Pete tapped a faint scar on his temple, "He lives through hosts, and we know well he has many."

"That's not important right now, Jack wanted ____ uninvolved in this. Now she may very well be stuck center stage." Eddie spoke carefully, "We have to fix this."

"I didn't come down here to say we're aren't going to. They've stepped into the wrong territory. I smell blood Munson, so I'm sure you do too." said Pete.

Eddie gave a slow nod.

"We're with you on this," Jeff said.

"I need you guys to head to the Castle, make sure everything ok. We can't afford for it to take a hit." Eddie turned to Jeff who was nearly grinning.

"I'll pack my dice." Jeff hummed.

"I made a few new figures that need painting."

"Well, we're goning with you." Kali chimed in quickly.

"We? we who? look all for lolalty but I don't want to face off with Mr.Friendly." Dottie spoke. Like with Chrissy, a fear shone in her eyes and she kept her distance from the conversation.

"No worries Dots, it's fine. We're staying here." Mick called from the stairway.

"Eddie and I are going alone." Pete instructed clearly.

"The two of us and Chrissy will be enough. He won't want to cause to much of a scene I'm sure. After all when too many people became involved is exactly what took him out last time. right?" Eddie spoke up.

Pete smirked watching Eddie's movement shift from one foot to the other, "You seem nervous runt." He hummed.

"Fuck off, Pete. My heart might be frozen but you're the son of a bitch who doesn't have one." Eddie snapped, the glare on his face more hurt than angry.

"Jack was Rick's boy, Pete." He whispered.

"That man raised you when you had no one else so Jack was practically-"

Pete's gaze hardened and his words calmly pushed Eddie's sentence back into silence, "the son of a dear old friend long gone. You can't afford to be sentimental, Munson." Pete uttered as he turned sharply to head back up the steps.

"If I recall it's what got you killed the first time," he added.

Chrissy rested a comforting hand on Eddie's shoulder, "You struck a nerve, we all know he cares too. Come on, I can search for her in the car." she said.

The taxi driver, and now your captor tore you from the back seat, bound your eyes, and gagged your mouth. You didn't want to think about what said items had been in the glove compartment for and could only pray they'd not been used.

This part of town was strangely quiet, the sound of traffic was faint. Your ears filled with the clomping of your captor's boots and the violent smacking of his chewing gum.

The air smelt of trash, damp, and dryer sheets.

"A back alley?" you thought. It'd been a while since you'd ventured into one. Not since the days when you and Jack first dated. Before he was the owner of a large music label.

It made water sting the corners of your eyes as reality sunk in once more.

"Stop sniveling, we're almost there." your captor spoke dryly, pulling you along.

"Why'd you do it?" You muffled past the gag, when brought to a stop.

A silence lingered in the air and you could have sworn his voice held conflict when he answered, "Because I was told to. The boss tells you what to do and you don't say no."

The Boss? Who's the boss?

A thought that could not process as you were flung forward, crashing knees first onto what felt like a tile floor.

"He wants to make the playing fields even. You do as we say and you'll be fine." said Your captor.

Your vision struggled to adjust to the dark room when the blindfold was allowed to fall from your eyes.

"A legal rep is on the way, you will sign over the label to him and then you nightmare will be over. You decided to do something dumb and things get far worse for you." the warning at the end of his words let you know he could care less about your fate.

Your heart raced as you looked about the room. Eyes finding a few possible escapes. "They aren't afraid of me making a run for it, that's...discomforting." You pondered.

"You couldn't make it to the door. We're not alone here." Your captor chuckled before walking out said door and back into the alley.

"Jack what did you get mixed up in." your mind sighed. Was this why he was so busy all the time? Was it more than mundane work in the music industry?

Had you been blind to it and didn't help?

A sharp ache invaded your chest, that sounded about right. Jack always did try to protect you, even back in his dealing days.

Hugging your knees to your chest you rested your forehead against your arms. You hadn't felt like this much of a failure since your adoptive parents went missing, long ago.

"Let me be wrong," you muttered.

Unsure of how much time had passed, the gloomy quiet of the stale room was interrupted. The door burst open and amused cackling followed a thud.

Jolting back to your surroundings you eyes fell on your captor, his lip trickled a thin stream of blood but he still laughed through a wide grin.

"Petey boy! That all you got? Feeling the last decade or so creeping up on you?" He called out.

"Petey?" Your eyes moved up towards the figure whose thick black boots stomped through the doorway, he wiped his nose with his thumb, leaving behind a red smear.

"You're still weak moron, Billy." the figure said.

Behind him slipping in like a shadow, stood a vaguely familiar face. You'd seen it a few times on Jack's phone and in the posters in his office.

"You?" You questioned, what was Jack's top star doing here?

"Are you alright?" a quiet voice nearly sent your soul from your body in fear. Delicate hands curling around your shoulders.

"Who?" you muffled jerking your neck to look over your shoulder.

"Shh it's ok, we're here to help." A pair of blue-green eyes tried to soothe you as she removed the gag from your mouth.

"Chrissy Cunningham the pop queen?" your words almost slurred in your confusion.

"Well no one actually goes so far as to call me all that to my face." she giggled, "but I guess that is me." Chrissy brow's knitted together in worry "Did he hurt you?" she asked.

You shook your head and Chrissy hugged your shoulders as if relieved.

"She isn't hurt, Eddie!" She called out.

"You hear that? That's good news for you Hargrove." Eddie said, moving with long strides to Billy, he held out his hand.

The man glared at it, "Take it, take it to show this was all some big fuckin understanding and you didn't just declare war." Eddie spoke with a hint of growl.

Billy, however, simply glared. "You're making a mistake. He was going to make this cut and dry," that glare turned into a smirk, "You couldn't protect Jack and now you've ruined what's left of his widow's life."

His words were taunting, and Eddie flinched. In a movement too quick for your eyes to register, Billy was left with three cuts streaming blood on his cheek.

Eddie ripped Billy up from the floor, holding him in place by the arm.

"I won't do this here, because she isn't meant to be a part of this or see any of this." He rumbled in a low whisper. "But you tell him, we'll find him."

Billy matched Eddie's gaze and the two men lingered in silence.

"We tried to welcome you over," said Eddie.

Gritting his teeth Billy held in a scowl, "It's not that simple." he spat, shoving Eddie away. Putting his fingers in his mouth Billy whistled and all around you in the walls came the sound of scraping. Something like rats though by the sounds of it much larger.

"what was-"

"They don't call him the rat king for nothing." Chrissy spoke up quickly.

Billy sent his last scowls towards the two men and exited the building.

Your head hurt, not just in the physical sense but in the mental sense as well. It felt like your world had spun on it's side.

You looked down at your dress, slightly dirty now from being on the floor and rumpled from heavy handling.

The tear ticked the corner of your eyes again. "What's going on?" You asked, looking up at the three faces around you.

"Why-" your voice faltered.

Eddie moved to you and knelt down on the floor. "So, you know," he stated quietly. Big brown eyes smudged with old eyeliner peered down at you sadly.

You simply nodded, "tonight was...supposed to be a new start." you whispered. "But this," you shook your head, "I wasn't expecting it to be this."

"Jack instructed us to watch out for you, should anything ever happen to him," Pete spoke up at a distance. He'd been told enough times something in his presence was frightening, and looking at you in the moment. You didn't need anything else to spook you.

"Why didn't he tell me he was in trouble?" You asked looking between the two men.

They shared a glance, "Because Jack always wanted you to live peacefully, privately. It's not afforded to many in this line of work." Pete said.

"He loved you, ____. He just wanted what was best for you." Eddie murmured.

"Come on, let's get you up. Barbs waiting for you at the office." Chrissy cooed, helping you to your feet and guiding you towards the door. "she's been through a lot." Chrissy said to the two men.

Eddie sighed, "How are we going to explain all of this to her?" he asked.

"Easy, we lie. We'll have until tomorrow. She's shaken. Tonight she will do little but sleep." Pete assured.

"and tomorrow I won't sleep a wink." Eddie puffed, hooking his thumbs into his belt.

"Or the day after, or the day after that." Pete snickered leading the way to follow the two women.

"What's got you so chipper?" Eddie spat.

"Did you get a good look at her? No?" Pete hummed, "I did, and I know why he's really gotten her involved. We're all ghosts, Runt. ____ is no different." the amusement in his voice made Eddie's stomach turn.

For Pete who thrived off chaos, that tone was never followed by anything good.

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[garoujo]

hi emmiieeeee i've returned to visit my cute litol wife once more <3 hope you've missed and have been thinking about me as much i have for you :) also good luck on your interview!!! giving you a kiss of good luck right neoww MWAAHH! also, i love love love love ur banner! i've been obsessed with viv westwood planet jewelry since the summer EEEEK!

also i have come to offer you a thought: a little brotherly rivalry between sae and rin itoshi where they're competing over you and your sobbing little cunt :( seeing who can make u moan and mewl and cry the most </3 sniffles. sure ur sae's pretty girl but he just can't get over how rin constantly tries to talk to you and be all 'good-natured'. "he's just trying to be better friends sae, there's nothing to worry about. besides i'm dating you, not him. i didn't think you were the type to get jealous so easily." you'd tease him a little with that last bit, earning you a 'tch' noise and a hard glare, with no real venom behind it. if only you saw the subtle mirth in rin's eyes, the slightest smirk on his lips when he went to hug you goodbye and he saw shooting daggers at the both of you. sae knew he was enjoying this, enjoy him getting irritated whenever his younger brother came within 3 feet of you, because he knew rin might try something and then cover it up with a shy, innocuous smile. you didn't realize because you were too nice like that, but sae saw through his brother. it was like looking through glass. course rin didn't actually think he could steal you from his older brother, but damn was it fun it piss him off a little, and let off a little of the hidden animosity he held towards him.

and man did it pay off, because now rin got to feel you clench and squeeze around him, got to feel the tight pussy that his older brother got to dive into every single day, whenever he wanted to. it was almost unfair that this pretty little thing was all his. rin threw his head, groaning loudly when you starting matching the pace of his thrusts, and throwing the globes of your ass back on his pelvis. back vice grip on the plush fat of your hips grew tighter, his teeth sunk deeper into his bottom lip. "f-fuck... s-so goood. t's so tight."

an irritated sneer pulled at sae's top lip hearing his brother enjoying being balls deep in your warm, luscious pussy, when that was his spot. that was his pussy. but he supposed he couldn't focus too much on that because but right now, he had to carve out your little throat first, a sort of punishment for doubting him when he told you that rin was getting too close, even though he knew deep down you didn't actually do anything wrong. feeling you gag around this thick length, seeing the tears cascade down your cheeks and disappear in between the valley of your breasts (and admittedly, seeing you get your back broken by his brother) turned him on even more, leading him to have a tighter grip in the roots of your hair. "nasty little minx.... this was you wanted." he huffed as he continued to fuck your throat, his hardened abs flexing with each thrust and movement. "t-this what my pretty girl wanted all a-along huh? hope you're happy."

UMMMFMLSDFIJLD anyways um yes i will now continue working on my hw ily lawts ! come home pweaaseeeee

SOSA IVE BEEN SELFISH & KEEPING THIS ASK ALL 2 MYSELF ! it’s cause it’s a gold mine i want 2 keep it in my pocket .. i want sae 2 call me a little minx i wud literally melt in 2 a puddle id cream sooooOoooo much o_O but ofc i have missed u always ! thinking bout u all the time >///< & fank yew 4 the good luck ilysmmm >o< aaaaaaa yes ! yes ! it’s all so pretty .. as soon as i seen it i was like dis neeeeds 2 be my silly lil tumblr banner the colours n everything r so <3_<3 anyways gonna reread this drabble now cause ! i’m loooosing my mind !!;;;!/!/&

[sublimecatgalaxy]

omg i love your writing so much! <3 could you possibly do a platonic!ash x reader where the reader is fezco’s gf and she just found out she was pregnant so ash gets a bit sad and jealous and they just reassure him that he’ll always be priority? :( thank you!

Yes, this is so sweet :)

"He's angry at me-"

"He's not angry at you, ma." Fez sighs, his hands reaching out to rest on my shoulders as he leans down to meet my gaze. His lips part to speak but another voice cuts him off.

"I'm angry at her!" A whine leaves my lips as I flop back into the couch dramatically, my hands reaching up to cover my face as frustrated tears rise to my lashes.

I knew that when we told Ash that we were pregnant that his response wouldn't be the best. He was extremely protective over me and has been since the moment Fez and I got together. It was safe to say he'd do anything for me to keep me safe and healthy and I've known for a while that he looks up to me as an older sister if not a mother figure in his life. He clung to me like a child clung to a parent, not so much physically but emotionally he relied on me for a lot, for things that he couldn't turn to anyone else for.

"He's being a dumbass- Ash! Get out here and apologize to her or else she's gonna keep fuckin' cryin, man." Fez huffs, his hands rubbing over the top of his head as he kneels down between my legs, hand reaching out to take mine in his.

Hearing loud stomps come from down the hall, I watch as Ashtray enters the room, a pout on his lips and his arms folded over his chest as he throws himself down onto the chair across from me.

"Apologize to Y/n." Fez asks, sitting down beside me as he wraps an arm around my shoulder, watching as Ash rolls his eyes, muttering out a quiet apology as sad tears stream down my cheeks.

"Ash you know that no matter what happens I'm always gonna love and protect you." I sniffle, brushing the tears from my cheeks as Fez's hand secures on my thigh. Ash's eyes dip lower, avoiding me as he lets out a grunt of acknowledgement. "Just think about it. You're gonna be an uncle to a little ass-kicker. Another little one to protect." A soft smile spreads across my lips at the thought of him interacting with mine and Fez's child, knowing that he would be an amazing uncle even though he's a bit rough around the edges.

Ash's face lightens a bit at my reassuring words, a small nod thrown my way as I relax, watching as his eyes flicker up to find mine. "Fine." He shrugs, pushing all jealousy and insecurity to the back of his mind as his shoulders relax.

"Get over here and give me a hug, asshole."

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