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boozenboze · 1 year

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141 and male reader who is angry and when he’s angry, he goes in the gym area they have and just punches the punching bad with bare fists for hours on end and basically breaks the punching bags but keeps putting new ones up. his fists are bloody and bruised and everyone is looking for him and they can’t find him so they search everywhere and find him with blood running down his hands from the countless hours of punching and they have to practically drag him out of the gym and they make him lay down which he wont go down without a fight but YA

SORRY ITS LONG💗😭

Calm Down!

Summary: After a certain soldiers constant slip ups and slacking off Lieutenant Rage gets angry.

Females She/Her and She/ They DNI

Today hadn't gone so well, in fact it went terribly. For starters two of the new recruits lost the files that the team had been sent to retrieve. Secondly, one of the same men had flunked out during training, only to later be seen running about with some of the other soldiers. And the cup of tea to pull everything together he did something he shouldn't have. That thing being talking about one of the higher ups, Lieutenant Rage, also known as M/n. The h/c haired male had his eyes on the recruit since the beginning, knowing that he'd be trouble from the start. The childish acts, the constant slacking off, and always holding everybody back by getting injured. It was clear as day that the man shouldn't be in the military for those exact reasons. The mans carelessness for himself and others would get them all killed.

"Captain do you not understand what i'm saying?" The h/c haired male asked as Price hummed, showing that he was paying attention to the males words as he filled out some papers.

"Rage look, I understand your concern but I haven't seen anything wrong with the seargent." Price explained as M/n glared into his skull.

"Besides maybe your overreacting-"

"I AM NOT OVERREACTING!" The male finally snapped as that cold glint in his eyes that would normally only be seen on the field was now visible. Price flinched at the males change of tone, it was hot yet scary.

"That bastard could get us all killed at some point and your sitting on yer ass like that's ok. THAT IS NOT OKAY!" The male yelled as Price shook slightly from the males booming voice. He was the males Captain, he shouldn't be getting yelled at like this. With one final huff of anger the male stormed out as Price sat in his chair stunned.

The h/c haired male stormed down the hallway, knocking a solider down in the process.

"Hey! Whats your problem....." The soldiers voice dragged as he realized it was his Lieutenant. "I-i'm sorry sir!" The soldier squeaked as he ran down the hallway. M/n was already breathing heavily out of anger, and that anger seemed to double after that small accident. He had to let off some steam at this point. If he was pushed any further he'd end up killing someone. The man was speeding over to the training area that he knew would be empty considering that it was around the time the soldiers would go to their barracks. The h/c haired male couldn't do that, his adrenaline was high and that would only keep him awake longer. He just hoped that he could blow off some steam before going to bed.

Timskip (Gaz pov)

I just came from Prices office and he seemed to be deep in thought. I asked if everything was oky but he said no. He told me about the conversation he had with M/n and from how he explained it, it seemed like he was pissed off. M/n was always the most aggressive out of us all, hell he'd probably yank a mans head off if he could.

We were all walking around the base looking for our beligerant soldier known as M/n. The man could do the unthinkable when he's angry so we hope he isn't doing anything crazy.

"We've checked everywhere for the man it's clear he isn't here!" Soap complained, getting tired of feeling like he had been walking circles. I looked at the man before turning my attention to Ghost. Seemed like he didn't wanna be here either, but he had no choice. We passed the training area and heard a loud slam which caught our attention. Price gave us a look before opening the door. I was surprised to see M/n standing over a punching bag, i'm guessing he broke it considering that the chain that the bag was connected to wasn't there anymore. The man was out of breath as he picked up the punching bag and throwing it to the side.

Ghost had walked over and put his arms under the shorter males arms. The man immediately threw a fit, he was kicking and yelling incoherantly and the men were only able to hear snippets of his words.

"Get the fuck off me-BITCH!" The male yelled as he whipped his head back hitting Ghosts mask. Ghost grunted from the sudden pressure being put on his face as he crouch down to the floor with the male still in his hold. The taller man had the h/c haired male pinned to the ground as the position they were in restricted his movements.

3rd pov

"M/n calm down, we can stay like this for as long as we have to, to make your relax." Price said as M/n huffed angrily. Slowly but surely the mans breathing steadied, despite that he still wasn't calm. Gaz had held the mans hand and furrowed his brows at the sight of the males bleeding knuckles. Ghost had already noticed the mans hands, so he picked him up and walked to the infirmary.

Timeskip

Ghost was seated on the couch next to Ghost, who was currently sipping on some tea as the h/c haired male groaned in annoyance. The slurping sounds aggravated him but he couldn’t since Ghost had him wrapped up in a blanket. He looked like a burrito, a angry one at that. The lieutenant looked at him for a moment before offering the male a biscuit, to which he took. He may be angry, but when snacks are offered there can’t be much of an argument. The male muttered a “thank you” while chewing the savory treat. In that moment Soap and the others came into the room in their pajamas. The Scot almost laughed when he saw the position the private had been put in.

“Well ain’t this nice to see.” Soap said while ruffling the males hair to which the male attempted to bite his hand. Soap laughed and poked the males side before sitting down.

“L/n...look, I thought about what you had said and your right.” Price said as M/n looked him dead in the eye.

“We’ll be terminating him tomorrow, he won’t be bothering anyone else.” Price explains as M/n visibly relaxed. Seems like the removal of that one recruit made a big difference in the males mood which made them all happy.

“Alright...Lets watch a movie since we’re still up!” Gaz said happily while the other men hummed in agreement as M/n squirmed under the blanket.

“If one of you dont get me out this hot ass blanket we’re having problems.” M/n said as Soap hurriedly tool the blanket from around the male. The sound of the movie could be heard as all the men sat back and relaxed. M/n had his head on Ghosts shoulder while Soap had his head on M/n’s. Seems like they would be having a peaceful night.

#male reader #cod x male reader #gay #mw2 x male reader #male y/n #captain price x male reader #gaz x male reader #lgbtq #soap x male reader #ghost x male reader

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cupidjyu · 11 months

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don't think so

sunwoo x reader

when you hate the man who sits in front of you at the office, but end up getting stuck in a closet with him

genre: office au, enemies to lovers (pretty one-sided), setup like jim and dwight from the office, bickering, close proximity in a closet, teasing, flusteredness notes: hey so.... i don't have any other excuse besides school is trying to murder me. so busy i haven't even been able to keep up with tbz so it's a little hard to write for them at the moment 😭 i hope you enjoy and not sure of the coming months :( word count: 3.1k

Avoiding him was the main goal.

And when you set a goal, you meant it. You would sacrifice anything to achieve it: your sustainment like the lunch breaks that you’ve purposely missed to avoid seeing him, your enjoyment like when you sat in the very back of the meeting rooms where you couldn’t see to avoid sitting next to him, and… your sleep.

It was an ungodly hour in the morning. Your eyes were threatening to glue shut but at least you would be early enough to work that you wouldn’t have to see him.

But then again, there was the disappointing fact that he still sat at the desk in front of yours. Waking up early only stalled your time away from him. When your shift actually started, you would still be forced to look at his obnoxious face.

With a yawn, you walked over to your desk and put your stuff down. When you looked up, you quietly gasped at the sight.

Sunwoo.

Sunwoo was sitting at his desk, you know, the one right in front of yours, dozing off. He was dressed in his usual work attire–a suit and a tie–but the only thing that was different was that his hair was messy. Like he had just woken up recently.

The whole plan was to avoid him yet you still failed. Suppressing a groan, you walked over to him, leaned down, and slapped him right on his cheek. He startled and his eyes shot open.

“What was–” He looked up at you before narrowing his eyes. With a grumble, he thumped his head down onto the desk. “What do you want?”

You scowled, crossing your arms over your chest. “You were sleeping. So I woke you up.”

“It’s cause I came early,” He mumbled, ruffling his own hair as he sat back up, leaning back in his office chair.

“And why’d you do that?” You raised an eyebrow, reaching over and purposely knocking over one of his figurines. A raccoon to be exact. It looked like him.

“Because you usually come early,” He bluntly replied, picking up the figurine and threatening to throw it in your face. He smirked when he noticed you flinch, annoyingly enough.

You scoffed. “Yeah, for a reason.”

“The reason is me, I presume?” He looked at you unimpressed.

“Precisely.”

Turning on your heel, you walked back to your desk, narrowly avoiding the fact that he actually ended up throwing the figurine. And apparently, bickering with your office enemy causes time to fly because you already had to start your work. You turned on your computer and began to type, ignoring the man in front of you who was kicking your desk.

Then, you heard footsteps behind you and a cup being placed down on your desk. You widened your eyes, noticing that it was your favorite drink–warm and inviting, perfect for the weather. You looked up, coming face-to-face with Sangyeon leaning against your desk.

“For me?” Your eyes brightened.

He nodded, smiling kindly. “It was on the way.”

“Thank you so much!” You beamed, waving as he walked away. You stared at the drink lovingly. Already, you could feel that it made your day.

After you took a sip, you were about to turn back to your screen when you realized that there was a certain someone glaring daggers at you. His eyebrows were furrowed and he obviously looked annoyed.

You eyed him, your smile souring. “What?”

“Nothing,” He curtly replied. “You’re just irritating when you’re happy.”

You frowned, reaching over and moving his monitor until it completely blocked his face. “Then don’t look at me,” You gritted out.

He peeked around the monitor anyway. “I can’t help it.”

You huffed, choosing to ignore him.

Whenever you were getting focused, you liked to put your hair up. It didn’t matter what style, as long as it didn’t bother you. And so, bringing your hair up, you were about to put it up when you could feel a presence staring at you.

You looked at him, unimpressed.

“You know you’re really creepy right?”

And it seemed that you actually caught him off guard because he quickly sat up and cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I wasn’t staring.”

After working with Sunwoo for–unfortunately–a while, you found that he hated it when you showed no interest in him. If you acted unbothered or bored with him, he would quickly become annoyed. That was your favorite way of pestering him.

And so, you simply shrugged, turning away.

“Okay.”

And just like you had expected, he huffed in disbelief. You could tell from your peripheral vision that he was getting irritated.

“Actually,” He decided to speak up. “I was staring at you.”

So, that wasn’t what you expected him to say. You expected a mere insult but for him to admit that he was actually looking at you tying your hair up was something else.

“Sunwoo,” You whispered, getting up from your chair to lean over his desk. “Wanna know something?”

He leaned in to hear you. “What?”

“Shut up.”

He leaned back with a roll of his eyes. “No. Also, there’s a piece of hair sticking out.” He motioned to the side of your head.

You groaned, got up from your desk, and rushed to the bathroom. Except, when you looked in the mirror, you realized that he was in fact, lying. Your hair was perfectly fine.

“That asshole.”

“I don’t think it’s all too bad,” Sangyeon said, sipping on the new flavor of coffee that your boss insisted on replacing the old one with. The old one was perfectly fine.

“It’s not,” You groaned. “The coffee’s the only reason why I come to the break room.”

Sangyeon shrugged, taking the cup from you. You’ve counted that he’s already drank four cups of coffee. This is his fifth. A little worrying in your opinion.

Then, you stood up and twirled for him. Sangyeon lifted an eyebrow at your sudden action. You huffed.

“It’s a new outfit. What do you think?’

“Oh,” Sangyeon laughed. “I was confused for a second. It looks good and suits you well,” He answers, smiling. You were about to thank him but you noticed that he was balancing his coffee in one hand and his computer in the other. He groaned. “Sorry, I have to go now. Eric’s been bothering me on how to send a stupid email.”

You shake your head and say goodbye. Going back to work is the least ideal thing that you wanted to do so you attempted to stay back and look busy. In the break room.

“Someone’s awfully happy to be talking to Sangyeon,” A deep voice sounds from behind you.

You yelp in surprise and quickly turn around only to accidentally elbow Sunwoo in the stomach. At first, you tried to say sorry but when you realized that it was him and that you both mutually hate each other, you kept your mouth shut.

He winced, holding onto the spot that you had just elbowed.

“Why?” He managed to say.

“You scared me.”

He simply hummed as a response. You peered at him curiously, noticing that something was a bit off with him. He looked more grumpy than usual, his eyebrows furrowed with what you could assume to be frustration.

You decided not to beat around the bush. “Why do you look more pissed than usual?”

“Because I am,” He snapped.

Though it was common for Sunwoo to be a bit snarky, you couldn’t help but be a bit taken aback.

“How come?” You tilted your head.

He froze and you could have sworn that his eyes wandered away from your face, down to your outfit. “Just that…” He trailed off, fidgeting nervously. You could tell he was stalling. You could tell that he wanted to run. But instead, you stepped closer, staring straight into his eyes.

“That?”

“That you’re wearing that outfit.”

The small light of hope in your heart quickly dimmed into nothing. You took a step back, a frown taking over your curious smile. “You’re mad because I’m wearing this outfit?”

His eyes widened. “No, I–” But he sighed. Though it almost looked like he wanted to say more.

You stayed quiet, taking even more steps backward. “I mean,” You started, your voice laced with hurt. “If you’re that bothered by my existence, you might as well just stop talking to me at all.” Without giving him a chance to reply, you turned around and walked away.

You laughed, watching as Sangyeon desperately tried to get the printer to work. Then he approached you with a tired look on his face.

“Can you go to the supply closet and get more paper?” He asked, his tired look turning into a pleading one.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.”

As you got up, you let out a small sigh of relief. Sunwoo’s nowhere to be seen. Good, because you were still angry at him. Of course, you were always annoyed, but this time it was different. Walking past his desk, you headed towards the closet.

It was incredibly small–not the best for people who might be claustrophobic. Still, you just needed to get the paper and get out. But, just as you were leaving and opening the door, you almost ran straight into someone’s chest.

Startled, you were about to apologize, only to realize that of course, it was him.

“What’re you doing here?” You clenched your jaw.

“I have to get a mop,” He calmly replied. “Eric spilled coffee all over the floor.”

But of course, he didn’t let you exit. Instead, he cornered you into the closet. When he noticed you stumbling and backing up against the wall, he smiled in amusement which you grumbled at.

You could hear the door closing behind him, engulfing you two in only the dim light that the closet provided. It was harder to see and so you gulped when he reached around you for the mop, touching your waist briefly before backing away.

Then, he paused, setting it to the side for a second.

“About earlier…”

You frowned, not really in the mood to talk about it right now. “Can we at least argue outside of this small closet?” You didn’t even allow him an answer as you’re already pushing past him. But, as you try to turned the handle, it doesn’t budge. You shook it, pushed down on it, everything, and still, the door refused to open.

That’s when you realized that you’re doomed. You stood there, shoulders stiff and brooding over the handle as you prayed that maybe this was all just a prank.

And what made it worse is that you’re stuck in a closet with the man who you pronounced a long time ago to be your sole enemy. He stood behind you, peering over your shoulder.

“Too weak to open a door?”

You sighed, turning to face him, only for your breath to hitch because you completely forgot just how close he was to you. “It’s locked.”

“It’s what?” He widened his eyes, searching your gaze to make sure you were not messing with him. He reached around you and tried to turn the handle as well. You truly hoped that maybe he had magic and would open the door. But again, it wouldn’t budge.

You hung your head back and leaned against the wall, trying your best not to curse. Meanwhile, Sunwoo turned to you and set a hand on the wall, right next to your ear to keep his balance. That’s when you realized that he was practically pinning you to the wall.

“This is uncomfortable,” You bluntly stated.

He stayed quiet as he tried to move around to create more distance. Instead, he only ended up stepping even closer with most of his body against yours.

“I can’t move,” He sheepishly said.

“Don’t try,” You mumbled, shutting your eyes with embarrassment. And as if it would help at all, you placed your hands on his chest. He stared quietly before looking away. But even under the dim light, you could tell that he was suppressing a shy smile.

“I’m sure someone will start looking for us soon,” He spoke quietly. “Just wait.”

“Fine.” You let your hands fall to your sides. For such an annoying man, he smelled awfully good. And for such an obnoxious man, he was… handsome up close. But before he would tease you for staring, you spoke up again. “So what were you going to say about yesterday?” You looked up into his eyes.

He cleared his throat and quickly broke eye contact. It was almost like he was too… shy to look you in the eye.

“I wanted to apologize.”

You were shocked, to say the least. “Apologize? You?”

“What, is that so shocking?” He grinned. “But seriously, it was all a misunderstanding.”

You tilted your head. “Then what’d you mean to say?”

“I was mad because you… you didn’t ask me what I thought about your outfit.” His voice was quiet before but now it’s barely audible.

You stared at him in surprise. And then your lips began to widen into an amused smile, your eyes twinkling.

“Hold on,” You giggled. “You were jealous of Sangyeon?”

He stuttered profusely, “I wouldn’t put it like that but–” He paused, accepting defeat as his shoulders sunk. “Maybe, I guess.”

You laughed even more at his reply. “Why would I ask you? Don’t we argue all the time?”

“Because,” He sighed. “I was going to say that you look pretty. You would like that wouldn’t you?”

You froze at that and you felt your cheeks warming. You could see and sense the way his eyes wandered over you. Was it always this warm in here?

“I guess I would,” You mumbled, looking down to try to hide your reddening cheeks.

He chuckled. And yet again, he surprised you as you felt a gentle hand come up to your ear, tucking a stray piece of hair. You swallowed thickly, choosing not to look into his eyes. You wondered if he was regarding you with a teasing look or a glare.

But when you gathered the courage to look up, it was neither. Instead, his eyes were soft, full of an emotion that you couldn’t quite name.

Sunwoo, who you pronounced to be your sole enemy, wasn’t all that bad. He liked to bicker with you sure, but he never went too far. He even looked out for you sometimes like the time you tripped and fell. He had put a bandage on your knee.

You stared at him in wonder, seeing him in a new light.

“Sunwoo,” You whispered.

He smiled softly. “Hm?”

“Why do you hate me?”

He paused. You could tell he was getting nervous as he shifted awkwardly.

“Because you’re annoying.”

Except, when you looked closely, you noticed that he was blushing. His eyes were avoidant of yours, his cheeks and ears were flushed… he was shy.

The corner of your lips lifted up with mischievousness. And so, you let your hands crawl back up to rest on your chest and this time, it was you who leaned in closer as you held the eye contact. He inhaled sharply.

“I don’t think that’s why,” You teased.

And you expected him to try to refute. But instead, his eyes only softened further as he gave you a fond look.

“You’re right,” He whispered back. “It’s not.”

Slightly taken aback, you quickly recovered. “Then why do you hate me? And tell the truth this time.”

But then, your composure came crashing down when he leaned closer. It was like a game: who would accidentally initiate a kiss first? He stared down at you with a teasing look, a small smirk on his lips.

“I don’t hate you.”

Your heart thumped in your chest. “Wh–”

Suddenly, the closet was flooded with light. The door was open and the two of you turned to the source. There was Eric, out of breath and full of stress. He also seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that he interrupted a tense moment.

“I found you!” He exclaimed. “I thought you two died!”

Sunwoo looked at him in disbelief. “Why would we?”

You didn’t allow any further conversation. With a new pounding in your heart, you shoved past Sunwoo and made your escape.

The next day, you couldn’t even look Sunwoo in the eye anymore. Every time you tried, you would be reminded of the scent of his cologne, of his teasing smirk when he said that he didn’t hate you, and of the new feelings that had bloomed in your heart.

As you were packing up your things, you realized that Sunwoo already left. But that was when you noticed a cup on your desk. It was your favorite drink.

“So he remembered,” You mumbled to yourself, turning it and picking up a note attached to it.

Meet me outside

When you exited the building, just like he said, he was waiting for you. He was of course still in work attire, leaning against the wall. His hair was slightly tousled and his features shone in the setting sun. He really was handsome when you didn’t hate his guts.

You approached him cautiously.

“Hey,” He greeted.

“Hi.” You offered a small smile. Small steps would do. Step by step.

You saw him hesitate for a moment before pulling out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. He held it out to you.

Okay, so that was a pretty large step.

You stared at it in surprise, the colors pretty and vibrant. “What’s this for?” You gasped.

He smiled charmingly, tilting his head ever so slightly.

“Because you’re annoying.”

You huffed in amusement, rolling your eyes. Still, you took it and smiled at him.

“I don’t think so.”

“Right,” He whispered, leaning closer just like before.

This time, you laughed and took his hand in yours. No more small steps–might as well be bold. You enjoyed the sight of a flustered Sunwoo staring down at your connected hands. Swinging his hand, you started walking home together.

–

A thump on your desk.

Sangyeon’s hand as he leaned against it.

“Y/n,” He warned. “I have something to ask.”

“Hm?” You turned away from your computer.

“I went to the convenience store yesterday.”

You stared at him, bored. “Is that the question?”

“No,” He laughed. “But that’s on your way to your apartment, right?”

You paused and looked at him in confusion. “Yeah, why?”

And then he smiled teasingly. “So why did I see you pressing a kiss to Sunwoo’s cheek?”

It was like an arrow straight through your chest. Standing up, you slammed on the desk, causing everyone in the office to look at you.

“We were–”

Sangyeon smiled wider. “Your collar’s messed up by the way.”

You looked down at it before flushing and turning away. But just as you did, you caught a glimpse of a smug Sunwoo, sitting at his desk, watching the whole ordeal. You mouthed to him a silent, “I hate you.”

“Admit it, I’m a great kisser,” He mouthed back.

You couldn’t respond to that.

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kaciidubs · 10 months

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Im here to be a menace:

This chan & this seungmin

Which one of these Pups is stealing your shit vs whos snitching on the other.

First Chan being a menace, now YOU 😭😩 I guess I gotta be a menace too, sheesh

Both of these Pups would do this exact thing, but for completely different reasons;

Seungmin would be the one who steals your shit with the purpose of being caught - he's not being sneaky at all, he'll steal your stuff in front of your face just for the rush of defiance and thrill of being caught/punished afterwards. Even when Chan threatens him with a, "I'm gonna tell Master you're taking her stuff again." He'll just hit him back with a, "So?" and keep it pushing. Either way you're gonna find out, at the end of the day he's getting the attention he wants. "Since you want to be such a dumb mutt," you gritted, tightening your grip on the leash in your hand, forcing his gaze on you, "you'll be treated like one, understand?" He couldn't speak, not with the dog bone shaped gag in his mouth, and he winced as his cock throbbed in the cage you had set him in, yet he still gave a small nod that he understood and was following for once. "Good." Turning your attention to Chan, you curled a finger at him, "Pup, come here, we need to break this mutt in again - show him what good boys get to do."

Chan would be the one who steals your shit, but tries his damn best to be sneaky about it. He knows Seungmin is the Pup who's loud and proud about his misdoings, which is the perfect cover for him to steal in silence; take it and have Seungmin take the blame. Or so, he thought. It's not when he's called into the living room when he realizes that he thought too little about the mischievous pup; Seungmin sitting at your feet with a smug smirk on his lips while you're sat in a chair behind him, expression unreadable. "Chan, a little Puppy told me you took something of mine, is that true?" It would've been so easy to lie, claim he didn't know what you were talking about, but what would've been the use? Seungmin only told when he knew he had all his facts straight, when he wanted to ruin Chan's plans and show him that as much as a 'good boy' he seems to play, deep down he's just as bad as a mutt as he is. "Pup." You called to him, sending a chill down his spine, "Knees. Now."

#✧. ┊ kacii answers #✧. ┊ my darling goblin #skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #bangchan smut #kim seungmin smut

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sleepiexx · 8 months

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Hi sleepie🖤!! SorryI'm bit shy but I was wondering if you could a valeria x fem!reader x farah if you can't it's ok.

(have a great day or night🖤)

Everything is Falling Apart

Farah Karim x fem!Reader x Valeria Garza

Note: you requested this in late December I’m soooo sorry it took this long 😭😩 I wrote a lot and I’m willing to do a part two so anyone feel free to request!!

Summary: Farah and Valeria were never destined to meet, but when they come across a common enemy they find they work rather well together.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, torture (not on reader

Word Count: 4476

It was not often that one of 141’s sworn enemies stormed through Farah’s front door looking to make a deal, yet in front of her stood the infamous Valeria Garza, backed by cartel, carrying a file of someone Farah knew very little, yet oh so well.

“Farah Karim.” Valeria addressed her steadily, looking at the woman for any hint that she would retaliate.

Farah straightened herself up, crossing her arms and staring with the exact same purpose, “Valeria Garza.”

Valeria’s lips quirked up into a smirk, “I see your little British friends have already told you about me.”

Farah continued to analyze every move the woman made, “what do you want?” She asked.

Valeria’s posture changed, any sign of smugness erased as she got to business. “We have a common enemy.”

Farah scoffed, “what common enemy could I have with you and your drug runners?”

Valeria threw the file she’d been carrying down on the table between them, opening it up and displaying its contents to Farah. Farah looked at the file, then back at Valeria with a quirked brow.

“Two weeks ago your systems were hacked by a seemingly untraceable source.”

Farah straightened her posture, gaze turned scrutinizing. She thought through a million different ways she could disarm Valeria and her men, holding steady, waiting for just one reason to enact any one of those plans.

Valeria’s smirk returned, “That got your attention, huh?” She laughed slyly, at the standoffish look on Farah’s face, “don’t worry, I had nothing to do with it.”

“And how am I to believe that?” Farah glared, “Am I meant to take your word for it?”

Valeria shook her head, “No, you’re not. But right there in front of you is proof that it was not me.” She pointed at the file, Farah began to read some of it.

“I only know that you were hacked, Farah, because three nights ago that very same hacker stole some important information from me.”

Farah nodded, a new sense of understanding, “so what do you propose?”

Valeria stepped forward, making the conversation more intimate and intense, “alone, neither of us have had much luck finding who did this. They’re skilled, I’ll give them that. Covering their tracks like nothing you or I have ever seen before, no doubt they have someone strong backing them. But with your forces and mine combined? They stand no chance. What do you say?”

Farah looked back to the file once more, taking in as much information as she could before offering her hand, “Deal.”

Valeria had proven correct.

Working with Valeria who wasn’t constrained by the politics and the rules enforced by the government proved to ensure things were done in half the time it took Graves or the 141. Their forces together found out more about this hacker in mere days than Farah alone had achieved in weeks.

And while they hadn’t exactly found a name, they found something much better: a location.

Still, they couldn’t go in straight away. They needed a plan. Blueprints for the building, how to get in and out, methods of capturing this hacker— and yes, they’d opted for capture over kill because while Valeria wanted the situation over and done with, Farah made good points on how they needed more information. Hacking through both cartel and rebel militant networks is not just an everyday endeavor, after all.

The time they spent prepping allowed for multiple revelations by the hacker herself.

She sat in a cold room, staring down at a computer monitor and debating herself. There was not a bone in her body that was confrontational. An anxious people pleaser, always scared to disappoint. Yet everyone has their breaking point, in which those bones which constantly allow themselves to be stepped on snap under pressure and you rapidly try to mend them with a splint of rage and conflict. Overcompensation.

She was anxious to disappoint, yes, but there were bigger issues at hand; namely, the documents she had nabbed. She was not supposed to be going through them, her job simply being to acquire them through any means necessary and, well, she’d always been good with computers. But it’s only human nature to peruse information you were never meant to have. The original sin, Eve and the apple, y/n and the documents she was absolutely under no circumstances allowed to open. Tale as old as time.

She knew it had to be bad. You kidnap someone to hack into such intricately protected servers, those servers are bound to have something important. She’d realized that as she hacked the first network and the fact that she wasn’t meant to look at the contents only cemented that fact.

Clicking into the files left her with an unbelievably guilty conscience, but that was nothing compared to the guilt she felt antagonizing over the possibilities of what her hacking would be used for. She knew nothing of the people who kidnapped her, but she knew they could not possibly be the “good guys.” Her mouse hovered over the most recent file for all but three seconds before she took the leap of faith and clicked on it. What she found was, simply put, confusing. Lists of locations, dates, times, she didn’t recognize any of it. No major events which had happened, although she didn’t much watch the news. She clicked into a search engine, looking up each of the dates and locations, only to come up short.

Her brows furrowed, left with more questions than answers. But there were more files she could search, she’d done a lot of digging, they ensured that. She clicked on another file, opening up a black screen with a play button and a timestamp on the bottom. She double checked that the volume on her computer was quiet enough that it could not be heard from outside of the room before pressing play. The scene was horrific.

It was an interrogation, clearly. A man tied to a chair, bag on his head. In front of him were two people, a man and a woman. Both looked intimidating, dressed like they were ready for trouble, muscular arms painted with inky black tattoos, a stare lingering on either of their eyes like they hungered for blood.

The bag was ripped off the man in the chair’s head by the man who was standing. The woman remained where she stood, leaned against a table, arms crossed, watching. Y/n didn’t let the woman’s lack of involvement fool her. The woman had the same predator stare as her companion, if not more sinister. She did not take the backseat, it was almost as if the man was following her silent command.

The interrogation methods which ensued were gut wrenching. Y/n felt as though she may get sick. The man’s screams were unlike anything she’d witnessed or heard before in her entire life. She pressed her palm to her mouth as she stared on in shock. Despite everything, the man would not give the pair the information they wanted. Y/n had no clue what the breaking point was, but the woman stepped up, waving away the man as she called him incompetent— he seemed fairly competent at torture, at least to y/n. She couldn’t fathom what the woman had in plan.

Her face flushed and dread seeped into every inch of her body. She had no idea it could get worse, but it did. The man was left choking on his blood, finally breaking to the woman’s will after a mere five minutes.

While her attention was fixed on the computer screen, the sound of the door opening went unbeknownst to y/n. She clicked off the file, opting to open another but she was stopped short by a stern voice.

“What are you doing?”

Her head shot up from the monitor, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “I- I was just-“

“Opening the file you were specifically instructed to leave alone?” He took a pernicious step in her direction.

She was scared, beyond belief. She knew she had to respond and she had to respond well, but thinking on her feet never seemed to be her thing. “Well it- it’s necessary that I- uhm, ensure I uploaded everything properly.”

His face was stone cold, he was not fooled by her words, that much was evident. “Shouldn’t you have done that when you acquired the file to begin with?”

She licked her lips, shifting her gaze across the room, “I forgot.”

“You forgot?”

There was nothing to do but double down, it was almost like she could physically feel her chances of making it out of this alive spill away and seep down the cracks in the floor as the “mhm,” left her mouth.

In anger, he violently slammed his boot clad foot into the metal trash can beside him, creating a thundering noise to go along with his rage filled voice. “Do you think I’m a fucking idiot? Huh?”

“No- No, no sir! I just-“ her voice cracked, she knew she couldn’t talk her way out of this one, “please just let me go! I won’t tell anyone I swear. I just want out, please!”

The man shook his head, “we will let you go when we are through with you. Until then, you stay right here.”

She shook her head in frustration, “these people you’re fucking with are dangerous, I- I don’t even want to know what they’d do to me if we’re caught.”

He got up in her face, grabbing her wrist with a near bone breaking clutch, “you don’t want to know what I’ll do to you if you don’t do as I say.”

Her face twisted in pain, “fuck- fuck- Jesus fucking god okay! Okay? Let go!”

He dropped her wrist, allowing it to fall to her side. For a moment, he stood unmoving, yet all at once he was impossibly closer, “I’m the one in charge here, you’d do well to remember that,” he snarled. He stared for a tense moment before turning on his heel and leaving the room, not bothering to lock the door when he knew well that there were guards she wouldn’t dare cross.

And all at once she was alone again.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

She pleaded with herself. She could not cry, not here, not now. She would not give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her tears.

She sat still and suffered in silence for just a moment, praying to everything and to nothing, that this would all just be over.

Hours passed, and she swore up and down she was driving herself crazy in that room. Those four walls seemed to cave in on her, she paced and paced, thoughts racing, searching for any way out of the situation she’d found herself in that fateful night she decided to go on a walk at night. Such a stupid idea, looking back on it, to walk the barely lit pathway from her apartment to the corner store, music blaring in her ears. Almost as though she was begging someone to snatch her up off the street and take her away, never to be seen again.

She felt sick, but self hatred had to be cast aside for now. She had to clear her mind, had to think. How could she get out of this? Could she get out of this?

She was shook from her thoughts by a loud explosion, like gunshots— no, not like. The closer she listened, she realized they were gunshots.

The door slammed open, some part of her, no matter how minuscule, hoped it was the man from before. Better a devil that you know, right? But it wasn’t that man, no it was some woman she’d never seen before. She knew better than to trust it, but her brain couldn’t help her here. Not against trained freedom fighter Farah Karim.

She didn’t know the woman but she knew she was screwed as she was slammed against the table. Even more so when she caught a glimpse over Farah’s shoulder. No more than 5 feet away stood the woman whose image she would never burn out of her head, the woman from the video.

Terror shot through her very being. She knew this whole thing would go tits up, could feel it from the moment she saw that goddamn video. This “organization” which had kidnapped her would fuck up and she would reap the consequences.

She kicked and she hit, flailing around in a desperate attempt to fight her way out of the grasp of the woman on top of her. It wasn’t until she felt the sting of cool metal on the base of her throat that she stilled. Her eyes met cold, dark brown. The same eyes she’d seen torture that man in the video without a hint of sympathy. Her chest heaved.

“You’re not going to move unless I say so, you got that?” The hacker tried to nod but the knife moved further up on her neck, pressed harder, nearly piercing her skin, “What did I just say? Tell me, out loud.”

“‘M not gonna move,” she breathed out.

The woman scoffed, lightening the tension between blade and throat only slightly, keeping it there as a reminder of what would happen should the girl before her choose to disobey, “damn right you’re not.”

The other woman in the room was aloof, uncaring about the air of violence caused by her comrade, almost relishing in it yet refraining herself, “Where are they?”

“What?” The hacker asked, wanting nothing more than to answer without a struggle but not understanding the question.

“The files you stole, where are they?”

Those files were important, she could guess that the moment she was kidnapped and forced to retrieve them. Even more so when it was drilled in her head that she was never to give them up, that the man tasked with holding her captive would hurt her worse than the women before her could even imagine. But in their presence, it was easy to tell who was scarier. After all, she’d seen what just one of them could do. But that man? Well, who’s to say he’s not just all talk?

“They- they’re on the computer.”

The knife was pulled from her neck Valeria gestured to the desk. When y/n made no attempt to move, she spoke, “go on then, show us.”

She stood hesitantly, keeping her eye on the women as she went over to the desktop. It wasn’t password protected, there was no need. Not when it wasn’t her own personal device and the men holding her hostage couldn’t tell their ass from their elbow when it came to technology.

She clicked on the file which she’d opened mere hours before and to her horror, what popped up on the screen had been the last thing she viewed. The sight of blood spattered all over that room made her queasy, the fact that the woman who spilled that blood was right behind her with a knife bid her no semblance of security. She flinched, like a teenager who’d been caught watching a porno. And all the same, she scrambled to click out of that specific file and into the folder containing all the information she’d thieved.

The tension was thick, yet it was broken by the loud click of the door being slammed open. Every head in the room turned toward the man in the doorway.

Shit.

She’d been obedient to these women, riding on the fact that the man who threatened her not to wasn’t in the room. Yet here he stood before her, pointing a gun like he’d done so a million times— and she didn’t doubt that he had. What that said about his aim was scary, her end seemed almost imminent yet she could not just accept that. No, her body refused. Adrenaline raced through her veins, preparing her for something she hadn’t half the mind to do.

“Hands up!” His voice boomed. They each listened, her scurrying to put her arms up, palm faced towards him. The other women were slow to do it, but followed, scoffing as though this were only a minor inconvenience.

He did not seem to like that.

“What? You think this isn’t serious?” His brows furrowed, and his face twisted to near rage. The barrel of the gun scanned the room, coming to a stop on the hacker.

Her mouth fell open— she was the least threat in this room, why was the gun on her?

“You need her, right? She’s the one who knows everything you need. I put a bullet in her brain and you’re left with nothing.”

She looked at the other women, suddenly realizing that they were fuming. Farah’s eyes shot to her, searching for signs of betrayal. She found none, but fear was evident— must not have been close with this specific man.

She was patient, calculated. And so was her confidant, but in the presence of such a foolish man, brash measures were deemed necessary. They stared on like predators.

Events flashed one after another, adrenaline making it seem like time ran faster than it truly did. One moment the man held a gun in his hands, trained on the talented young hacker, the next a fight broke out between him and the two military trained women and just when it looked like he had the upper hand, y/n found herself standing over the man, hands coated in thick splatters of blood that wouldn’t seem to stop spewing from the wound she’d made in his eye. The scissors weren’t meant to go so deep. Fuck. This couldn’t be happening.

She had no idea what came over her, it was like she wasn’t in her own body. Like instinct had taken over; if you don’t kill that man, he’ll kill you first. But, he couldn’t be dead, could he? She couldn’t have killed him.

Her bloodied hands shot to his neck, holding two fingers to where she assumed the artery was. She didn’t know what she was searching for. A pulse, maybe, something to prove that she wasn’t a killer. That she hadn’t done this. She moved her fingers around when she felt no movement, surely she just hadn’t found the right spot.

Valeria pushed her hands aside, taking over where y/n had left off with 20 times the precision. Her head turned back to the other woman, “he’s dead.”

Y/n’s heart dropped, her airway seemed to tighten and her face twitched as if in agony.

“One less problem for us to deal with,” Valeria remarked with a smile.

Farah shook her head, eyes trained on the bloodied hacker. This prompted Valeria’s smile to drop as she turned to where Farah was looking in curiosity.

The face the girl before them made was one they knew well. Innocence broken. First blood. She had never killed anyone before.

“Oh- oh god. He’s dead- I killed him!” Her eyes couldn’t stop themselves from holding steady on the man’s body, “they- it, it wasn’t supposed to go so deep. Oh my god, I’m a killer.”

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

The voice that seemed lately to constantly echo this in her head, finally went silent. Tears dripped down her face. She felt pure dread.

Farah and Valeria couldn’t take their eyes off the scene. They couldn’t get a proper read on the girl. Maybe she’s been conducting her crimes behind a screen, never getting into the nit and grit, leaving the dirty work to other people. But one nagging thought creeped in, one neither of them could seem to push away no matter how hard they tried; maybe, just maybe this hacker girl wasn’t as guilty in this as they had originally thought.

“Fuck.” Farah whispered, cautiously stepping towards the near catatonic hacker despite the harsh look Valeria gave her. She kneeled between the girl and the body, hoping it would urge her eyes from the spot where his body lay, it did not.

“Look at me,” Farah said, voice steady, commanding, yet full of tact. Y/n looked up, lashes lined with tears, lips trembling, nose twitching, still desperate to listen to the woman who seemed to hold her fate in her hands. “You didn’t do anything you didn’t absolutely have to.”

The girl shook with such intensity you’d think there was an earthquake, a haunted look in her eyes as she sniffled and sobbed, “I killed him.”

Valeria was slower to melt at the sorrow than Farah had been, burned one too many times by some teary eyed kid pretending they were traumatized only to sheath a knife in her back. But that look in her eyes was unmistakable, the type of panic and grief you couldn’t fake. An innocence that was irreplicable.

She kneeled beside Farah, placing a hand on the shaking shoulder of the hacker, “for good reason.”

The girl shook her head, in a downward spiral, end nowhere in sight.

But there was no time to console her. Alarms blared across the building, startling the hacker into letting out something between a sob and a scream.

No matter how much the women wanted to help, they knew it would have to wait. Time was running out. Valeria pulled her off the ground, grabbing her shoulders and giving her precise instructions.

“You listen to me, you do exactly as I say and you make it out of this alive. Go to the computer, I want you to put all the information— the files, videos, logs— on this drive,” she pulled the girl’s hand from her side, roughly placing a thumb drive into her hand and clasping her fingers around it, “and then you are going to follow us out of this room and we are leaving. Do you understand?”

She nodded, unable to even form words. When the woman let go of her hand, she hightailed it to the desk, moving information faster than she had ever done in her life. It wasn’t like she did high-stress “hacking,” on the regular, just small things, things that seemed stupid in comparison. When she was done, she placed the drive on the table, wiping all original copies clean off the computer.

The second she gave the indication that she was done, they were out the door. Farah behind her, Valeria in front, pulling her along by her wrist.

They didn’t get far before they were stopped. Pulled into a flow of violence and fighting as they went down a flight of stairs, meeting what was presumably their forces fighting ferociously in the hall. The hacker had no clue what to do with herself, staring around aimlessly, for a moment, she considered tucking tail and running while everyone was distracted but the thought was quickly snuffed out as she made eye contact with Valeria. Brown eyes glared into her own and she stood confused, it’s not like the woman could’ve heard her thoughts.

A slamming pain is what made everything make sense. Oh. She was not glaring at y/n, rather what was behind her. All too fast, the world faded from focus.

Existence was fuzzy. Life seemed so far away. A ringing in her ears was all she could tether herself with, floating around the endless mind scape that was her thoughtless brain.

What brought her to consciousness was a stinging pain ringing through her skull, like the buzz of an amp before a concert. She was confused. Looking around, her surroundings were unfamiliar. Had this entire ordeal been a dream? Some weird post-one night stand nightmare? Post nut clarity? She didn’t remember sleeping with anyone, and she knew good and well that she had a couple weeks worth of memories in captivity, but the mind was a fickle thing, and that was a kinder thought than the realization that everything she experienced had actually happened.

She went to wipe her tired eyes but found that she couldn’t move her hands. Looking above her, she found her hands bound with a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. Huh, maybe this had been some weird sex dream after all. But if that’s so, where was her partner? And why was she still tied.

She tugged at the cuffs, seeing if there was any give, but her hands stayed trapped. She huffed in frustration and a slow building panic, what if the organization recaptured her? The fuzzy cuffs were strange, sure, but maybe they figured her wrists needed to be in tact for hacking. That didn’t take other forms of torture off the table, she had betrayed them after all. Whether she had any loyalty to them in the first place or not.

She heard the door to the room open and she sank into the bed, letting her eyes fall shut as she pretended she was still asleep.

The room was quiet for a moment, until right next to her ear she heard, “I know you’re awake.”

She flinched, eyes opening only to be met with the same dark brown she’d seen as she was hit over the head.

She wondered briefly where Farah had gone, but her question was answered as a scoff sounded behind the other woman. “Leave the girl alone, she passed the test.”

The hacker’s brows furrowed, “test?” She wondered aloud.

Valeria smirked, “the cuffs. Any trained professional could know how to get out of these in seconds,” she grabbed onto the metal, tugging on it to prove that the cuffs were still tight, “you, clearly, are no trained professional.”

Anxiety bubbled in her stomach, it felt as though they could smell her fear. They knew now that she had absolutely nothing over them, no way of fighting back, no thumb drive as leverage. They could drag her through their every whim and she would have to just take it. Her frightened demeanor was evident.

Farah stepped forward, “you have nothing to worry about,” she fiddled with the cuffs before pulling them away and holding them up, freeing the hacker’s wrists, “just means you don’t have to wear these any more.”

“Can I- can I go home?”

“Not yet.”

The hopeful gleam fell from her face unceremoniously, you’re not out of the woods yet, she reminded herself.

“Cheer up,” Valeria almost commanded, “we just have some things we need to sort out, until then you’re staying with Farah and I.”

The hacker looked on expectedly for the woman’s name, presuming that Farah was the other woman in the room.

“That’s Valeria,” Farah explained, “what’s your name?”

The hacker's eyes flitted between the women, anxious, holding off on answering until it seemed almost inappropriate to do so, “y/n.”

Unbeknownst to the group, this little alliance between Valeria and Farah which held y/n captive would become so much more than ever intended.

#farah karim x reader #farah Karim x you #farah karim #farah cod #valeria garza x fem!reader #valeria garza x reader #valeria garza cod #valeria garza #valeria cod #call of duty fanfic

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wayneskluv · 6 months

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and they were roommates — h. quinn

summary: silly lesbian roommates

word count: 690

warnings: implications of masterbation at the end

pairing: roommate!harley quinn x f!reader

authors note: non canon harley cause she’s not so insane so just pretend it’s harleen quinzel | i’ll do a part 2 if anyone wants one 😭

You were sat at your desk, your fingertips gracing the keys as you mindlessly type yet another essay that will not, in any way, be useful in the real world.

“Hi.” You hear a high pitched voice from behind you, the New York accent belonging to your roommate, that you sort-of-definitely-have-a-thing-for, Harley Quinn. “Whatcha working on?” As she speaks, she leans in closer, having absolutely no concept of personal space.

You let out an exasperated sigh, that you cut off with a chuckle. “Nothing special.” You say, your eyes never leaving the screen. A small smile tugs at the side of your lips, feeling the lingering presences of Harley from behind you.

“Sorry, Harls. Gotta work on this.” If you’d turned around, you’d have seen the over-dramatic pout she was putting on.

It was almost comical how she could make any small gesture and it would instantly pull your attention her way. You did, in fact, turn to look at her finally and were caught off guard by the playful pout that was now on her lips. It brought a sudden rush of air, almost as if you’d forgotten to breathe.

“No reason to look at me like that. I still have like… another hour, at least, to work on this. Can’t let it get too close to the deadline.”

“I wasn’t doing anything.” Came the quick answer from Harley. It was almost like she could sense where your eyes would be looking next, because now she was standing in the way of your computer screen.

“You could be doing something other than working.” She whined, leaning back over and placing her hands, on the edge of your desk, on either side of your keyboard.

“Oh, yeah?” The flirty words roll off your tongue before you can stop them, almost muscle memory at the point. Your head peers round her waist, trying to focus on your work and not the close proximity.

She laughed at your inability to focus on the task at hand. The proximity between the two of you, she knew, had to be distracting for you too. “So,” her hands moved, and she stood a little straighter, allowing you a proper view back at your computer screen.

“What do you have planned for the rest of the day?” The flirtatious banter was easy with Harley, but there was an understanding beneath this playful behaviour which felt nice.

“Nothing.” You replied, though the tone of your voice, the body language you were exuding said the exact opposite. Harley was enjoying the back and forth between the two of you; the feeling of tension as her proximity continued to remain very close to yours.

She had been waiting for the moment where you’d have no excuse, no excuse to not ask her to hang out more. And this was the perfect opening, she was offering to spend time with you, outside of your shared apartment.

“Wanna do something?” She says, “You know, together. When you’ve done.” Her voice is almost too eager, if she didn’t have such a bubbly personality, you’d have been more curious.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You reply, this was what you’d been waiting for. That invitation, that openness. The playful back and forth banter between you was one thing. And your roommate situation was a whole entirely different situation, which felt like it was a bit of a hindrance to this budding, whatever was going on.

“Maybe something to eat,” she started, “Something outside of these walls.” She was so hyper-focused on the space between you, your proximity, you felt almost as if she was breathing for the both of you.

“Yeah, sounds great.” In your concentration, you dart out your tongue to wet your bottom, a gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed by her.

An hour later, you finally click the save button and close your laptop down. You stand up, stretching as you move with a small groan, and you head toward Harleys room. As your bare heels hit the floor, you hear the prettiest little whines coming from her room. You’re about to knock when you hear a low whimper of your name.

#harley quinn #harley quinn x reader #harley quinn x female!reader #wayneskluv #dc comics

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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AHH girl dad! pedro is really just occupying my mind rn….

that one imagine with expecting! reader really has me in a chokehold but just thinking about how sweet pedro would be while your in labor

from the jump, he’d be by your side. the minute you feel your water break in bed and your contractions are feeling a little too real, hes right by your side. his old man brain is definitely a little discombobulated at first bit he’s definitely trying to get you out of your now soaked pjs and into some dry sweats to get you into the car.

thanks to you and all your nesting while pedro’s at work, all the hospital bags were set up and stocked fully for you, him, and the baby, along with the carseat already being installed, you guys were officially set up to be parents!!! pedro knows these contractions are really taking a toll on you so he’d give you all the time in the world to get your bum in the car. as soon as your both seated and settled, the drive over is filled with so much groaning and moaning and squeezing his hand with a freakishly amount of strength, because once again, contractions are indeed, a bitch.

but pedro will let you scream and shout all you need, hes just happy to be there with you. but he cant help but feel some sort of guilt. you both had entered this journey into parenthood but here you were carrying the heaviest load. so he did what he could best. after arriving in the hospital and being sent up to the suite you’d be staying in for the next few days, he’ your number 1 advocate. you want more ice chips? he’s already running down to grab you some more. one nurse isnt following the intended birth plan? best believe he is already asking for a new one. back hurts? hes the first to get behind you and rub it. hes going on walks with you, doing your lamaaze training (which he initially thought was dumb), holding you the exact way you need to be held, whispering sweet nothings, telling you how strong you are and how proud he is of you.

pedro makes it known that he wants to be as involved in the birthing process as possible, however he is needed. when its time to push, hes holding your leg up for you, praising you, helping the doctor count down on the pushes. as terrifying as it sounds, he had never been more glad to make such an effort. getting to watch beautiful, life-changing moment for the both you you. watching your daughter enter the world. i wholeheartedly believe the minute that little girl comes out, hes sobbing. i mean not that you arent but he just can’t express any other emotion what the overwhelming feeling of gratitude he feels. he feels incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful partner. he feels so lucky to have someone who was willing to go through all the troubles and challenges pregnancy presented to you. he feels incredibly lucky to have his heart grown even bigger for the newest addition into yalls life.

the minute your daughter is placed on you chest, it is the first time in a while that everything just feels right, and in place. your heart is more than content. you and your little family.🤍

i have so many thoughts in my mind about dad! pedro pascal, i just have no idea where to put them😭

Labour - p.p

hello angels! i’m honestly fuming because my last pedro fanfic got cut short- idk wtf is up with tumblr BUT… this request was the cutest thing i’ve ever read i don’t even think my writing is going to live up to it. i hope this is okay that it’s a part two to my last fanfic! enjoy angels (p.s dad! imagines are my fave so don’t be shy to put them in my inbox! x) 🤍 ⚠️age gap couple⚠️

taglist (don’t forget to add yourselves🤍) @1-john-4-19 @newtandminhoaretoocute @mavs101 @brilliantopposite187 @mimi-luvzyu (if there’s a line through your name i cannot tag you for some reason x)

"Pedro, get here right now" you shouted as you sat up in bed, looking down at the now soaking bedcovers. he had insisted you go lay down and rest as a few contractions throughout the day had worn you out and now, after an hour of sleep, your water had finally broke. you heard rapid foot steps approaching the bedroom and then the door fly open.

"what?" he looked frantic, and once he saw your anxious look on your face he knew. he walked to your side of the bed and lifted the bed covers off of you and held his hand out so he could help you up which you gently took ahold of. he could see the wet stain on the bedsheet but that was the last thing he was worrying about, he was worrying about you.

he helped you sit up and watched as a contraction surged through your body, making your face scrunch up and a small whimper escape your mouth, you squeezed his hand and tried breathing through it. after the contraction subsided you turned your body so your feet were flat on the floor, getting out of bed had gotten a lot harder and you always had to sit to catch your breath before you could get up.

"i'm sorry" you said as you looked back at the stained bed. he kept his gentle hold on your hand and lent in to give you a small kiss on your forehead. "hey, don't worry. it's only a bedsheet baby, are you okay?" once he saw you give him a small nod and a smile which reassured him enough he let go of your hand and walked to the chest of draws to get you some knew sweatpants then quickly made his way back to you.

"we gotta get you to the hospital love, you've gotta get changed" he helped you stand up which made his heart crush when he saw you breathing through yet another contraction. each one was coming with a whole new level of pain and it broke his heart that he couldn't do anything to take the pain away.

after that contraction finally subsided he helped you get changed into the fresh sweatpants and with that he grabbed your phone and your hand then helped you make your way to front door, he had to grab the baby's bags which were packed by you. you had started packing a month before your due date whilst Pedro was still working/doing interviews and he had never been more grateful that you had done that instead of rushing to do it at near your due date.

the car seat had been installed in the car three weeks ago just incase the baby decided they wanted to show up a little earlier than planned but they didn't, your due date was two days away and it looked like your baby would be coming right on time. once he was sure he had everything he quickly made his way back to you and helped you slip on your shoes and then to the elevator. the ride down to the car park of the apartment complex was filled with groans of pain as the contractions started to get closer together.

Pedro held your hand as the elevator finally stopped on the ground floor and guided you to the car which was luckily not to far away from the elevator, meaning you didn't have to walk far. "babe we have to stop for a second" you said, these contractions were really brutal, so brutal that they actually made you want to cry and that was rare. you had a very high pain tolerance so when Pedro saw you with teary eyes he knew these were really getting to you.

you hunched over slightly as a more painful contraction hit you, this time the pain went to the bottom of your back and lower stomach. Pedro let go of your hand and placed it on your back, rubbing it softly. "you're doing so well honey, so so well" he said as you stood up right again. all you wanted to do was sit down and with the car being in your view, maybe 15 steps away, you knew you needed to get there.

Pedro kept his hand on your back as you both started walking to the car again and you breathed a sigh of relief when you finally made it. he opened the passenger door for you and helped you into the seat. "you comfortable baby?" he asked you and watched you nod your head. you had heard from so many people that contractions hurt but you did not think they would hurt this much. he closed the car door and then made his way to the boot so he could put the bags away.

once he was settled in the drivers side he immediately started the car and started the thirty minute drive to the hospital. the whole ride to the hospital was filled with you groaning in pain with each contraction that came and with that came the soft words of encouragement Pedro spoke to you. this was probably the softest you'd ever heard him and it made your heart swell with love as he tried his best to make you feel better, 'you're doing so well my love, keep breathing that's it' 'you're gonna be such a good mama, you're doing brilliantly honey'

"mother fucker this hurts so much" you said as you squeezed Pedro's hand tightly. he took his eyes off of the road for a split second to look at you. he didn't know why but he felt guilty. you were both becoming parents, both on this pregnancy journey together yet you were the one that had dealt with the morning sickness, crazy hormone changes, cravings, back pain, and now contractions. "i know sweetheart but you're doing so well, we are almost there, five minutes tops" he lifted your hand to his mouth and placed a small kiss there for comfort.

you were finally at the hospital in the room where you would give birth to your baby. the nurse had checked and you were only 7cm dilated meaning you had another 3 to go. you were hunched over the bed, trying to get some sort of relief from the pain in your back, laying down did not help at all so you had to stick to this. Pedro was behind you, massaging the bottom of your back as you groaned in pain.

he watched the monitor which was tracking all of your contractions and saw that this one was a lot worse than the other ones. "that's it honey, well done. you're doing amazing" his words of encouragement filled your ears as your hand grabbed onto the bed sheets, keeping them in a tight grasp until the contraction subsided.

"that one was so bad" you said as you stood up straight and turned to face Pedro. he had a sympathetic look on his face. "i know" he opened his arms and you immediately 'fell' into him, needing one of his hugs. they always calmed you down somehow and right now you needed to calm down. "i'm so hungry" you said with a sigh.

you, for some reason, were only allowed to eat ice chips and all you wanted was a burger and actual chips but you couldn't, not until after you'd given birth. "we've run out of ice baby, let me go get you some" and with a kiss on forehead he pulled away from you to go find a nurse. within 5 minutes he was back with more ice chips. "here you are" he said lifting the spoon filled with ice chips up to your lips so you could eat them. "thank you sweetie" you said as you chewed on the ice. he lent in to kiss you on the lips and said a small "you're welcome" before feeding you more ice.

Pedro had been a bit weary of one particular nurse, she was in her mid 30s and was the most judgemental person he'd ever met. she was just not listening to a thing you had suggested and she was just one of those nurses who never listened to their patient, whatever the nurse wanted to do that's what was happening with no debate.

Pedro finally had enough of her when she almost made you cry with her harsh words and judgmental stares which lingered a little to long so she knew you'd notice. you both got judged on a daily basis on social media for your age gap but you had never had any bad experiences in real life, people were always so kind to you and in the thousands of judgemental people where were thousands of supportive people who always said how cute you guys were.

he had waited until she left before he slipped out of the room to speak to someone about getting a different nurse. you were in so much pain and having a nurse who wasn't making you feel any better was not something he'd ever want you to go through. luckily, there was an older nurse who was more than happy to take over. she must of been in her 60s. she followed Pedro back to your room and introduced herself to you. already the atmosphere had changed, she was so sweet to both of you and there was definitely no judgement coming from her.

"y/n, i think because you've been stuck at 7cm for the past two hours you go for a little walk around the ward, it doesn't have to be a long one but it could speed this up a bit and it also means you don't have to be stuck in this room" Mary, the new nurse said to you with a smile. she left you and Pedro alone and with that you both started walking around the maternity ward, hoping that this would finally speed up the process and will allow you both to finally meet your baby.

"that's it y/n you're doing absolutely amazing, keep that push" Pedro was holding your left leg and looking at his baby being born. you let go of the push and let your head fall back onto the pillow for a second just so you could catch your breath. "well done sweetheart" you heard Pedro say as you felt a small kiss on your forehead.

"and again y/n, push with this next contraction. well done" you heard Mary say as you pushed as hard as you could through the pain, groaning and the pain became almost unbearable. "that's it sweetheart, keep going" he was still holding your leg but was now by you, comforting you as you pushed. "okay stop pushing sweetie, that was amazing pushing y/n, i can see the head" Mary smiled and your heart swelled at the thought of your baby being here any second.

"okay, another contraction coming, give this one a big push y/n. this will probably be your last one" and as soon as that contraction came, your chin was to your chest as you pushed. you groaned as you felt your baby finally coming out. Pedro was now up again, wanting to see his baby come into the world. as soon as you heard that loud cry coming from your baby, instant tears started falling down both yours and Pedro's cheeks.

"you did it baby, i'm so proud of you" he said, tears rolling down his face as he kissed you passionately. "congratulations you two, it's a girl" Mary quickly put the baby on your chest and you looked down at this beautiful bundle of joy. Pedro thought he could never love anything more than he loved you, but as soon as he set eyes on his daughter his love for her grew, no words could describe how much he loved her.

"hi my angel, it's so nice to finally meet you" you whispered to her as you gently grabbed ahold of her tiny hand. she was beautiful. utterly perfect. Mary took your baby to the other side of the room where she would be weighed and would have all the regular checks any baby had, leaving you and Pedro alone. you moved over in the bed, allowing him to lay down next to you and as soon as he did he pulled you into his embrace.

"thank you" you heard him whisper as a few small kisses were planted on your forehead. he was grateful, grateful that you'd you went through this entire pregnancy and carried your baby, grateful that you'd chosen to do this with him and grateful that you'd grown your baby and now she was here with you both, where she belonged.

you looked up at him and saw that his tears hadn't stopped, they were still flowing freely down his flushed cheeks. you reached your hand up to wipe the tear streaks and smiled. "you don't have to thank me-" "no i do. you have done so much these past 9 months and i'm so grateful for that. i could have never done what you have and and i'm just really really lucky" he said, leaning down to kiss you again.

after a few short minutes of it being just the two of you, Mary brought over a wrapped up bundle of joy who was looking around the room with her dough eyes. "8 ibs and 6 Oz. she's really healthy. i'm going to leave you two alone for a while to give you time to adjust but just ring the buzzer if you need anything. again congratulations, she's absolutely beautiful" after she passed you your baby, you both said thank you and watched as she left the room.

"she's got so much hair" you whispered as you looked down at her, running your hand carefully over the top of her head. she was the most precious thing you'd ever seen. Pedro watched the two of you together, he had never in his left felt like this. he just felt pure love and adoration for the two of you. "she looks just like you baby, she's so beautiful" he kissed your forehead and let his hand stroke her cheek. this was love and he was so excited for the journey ahead.

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Can I ask you to write a story about me trying to commit suicide but being saved by Wooin?🥺🥺plzzzzz😭😭

1)okay guys, i think its time to set an masterlist what i write for and what i don’t once again in my acc

2) hun, my askbox is currently closed, but this request seems…idk strange(?) if you going through some hard period now in your life, its time to ask for professional help, or at least have a talk with someone who you trust, or something like this, im not an psychologist to start this whole topic, but if there is something that bothering you, please ask for professional

3) i will make an exception, bc i usually don’t write for stuff like this, and honestly it won’t be exact stuff you asked about, just comforting(?) scenario.

enjoy💌

crowd. there are so many people everywhere, although what else did you expect, you in the club, swinging under the bit of music with the crowd, but you have already thought little. alcohol brought pleasant oblivion, but for just a couple of hours… even now, in this state, you understood this and drove these thoughts away. now you have to relax. forget. run away from this world. dissolve the safites, bright flashes of light and loud bits of music in this world.

yes, you must run away from everythi... "hello little thing"

wooin threw his hand on your shoulders. there was no familiar sweet smile and playful light in his eyes, he was gloomy as a bad day. you knew that he didn’t like when you visited such places, he sincerely thought that they did not suit you, this is not your style.

the hand that lay on your shoulder slipped to the elbow - holding it tightly - and the second free hand sank somewhere in the waist area. wooin dragged you to the exit, while you didn't really care, you didn't even understand who it was.

while alcohol was active, everything was fine. while it was seething in your blood, you were safe from your own thoughts. yes, while there was a state of intoxication, you were far from reality, head was empty, and the obsessive thoughts disappeared somewhere by itself. now you only stupidly smiled at the flickering lights and bright flashes of spotlights, your head was spinning, as was the world around you.

you felt like someone dragged you somewhere, but as long as head and thoughts were filled with music everything was in order, everything was fine. you did not worry that your legs dragged out limp on the floor, braided and stumbling itself, while head was empty. you would continue to giggle stupidly and smile if you didn't blink, and in a blink flickering lights disappeared, and the music subsided, and only the crushing silence of the wooin car. your elbow felt sick. it seems that wooin clung to you too much when he dragged your body through the entire dance floor, or hit your elbow on the rack of the car when he pushed you into the salon. he clearly wasn’t happy that he found you in that club.

but honestly? he would never have thought that he would save any girl from such situation. he is used to being responsible only for himself and no one else, but for some reason, the appearance of your drunken body, abandoned on the dance floor annoyed him, he did not like to see you like that. wooin liked it more when you turned away in embarrassment to hide your blush from his vulgar comments or when you annoyed screaming because of the mess that he divorced in your kitchen, when he once again without permission broke into your apartment.

"what the hell is going on with you?" he asked irritably fastening you with a belt, and nervously starting the engine. he was angry, apparently because of his work, or just this day was too stressful or because of your presence in that fucking club... you had no idea in your head, you just sat on a passenger seat, eyes are blurred, and without understanding where you are going at all, the only thing you recognized was his voice. car rushed off, with the ringing silence. the only thing your brain could concentrate on right now is flickering lights, only this time it was a warm light of lanterns on the streets. as the car rushed along the road, the light from the lanterns was reflected from the glass and crashed into your eyes. it’s not loud music of course, but also distracting attention, and suddenly your eyes began to feel heavy, seat in wooin’s car seemed too comfortable, unlike the crowd lingering to each other. you closed your eyes only for a moment and now already in your apartment. this time, spasms in the shoulder were added to the pain in the elbow, it seems wooin was not too gentle with you while dragging your body to the apartment.

"hey, woe party gremlin, go wash off your combat painting and go to bed, i don't have time to nurse you all night" he shouted in annoyed tone from the passage to the bath, while you were in a reclining position on the couch, trying to take off from yourself either shoes or outerwear. seems that wooin is really angry. tsking loudly, showing all his prompted irritation, wooin grabbed micellar water and a pack of cotton pads from the shelf and approached you. with his feet, he helped you finally pull your damned shoes off and pulled the sleeves of the jacket so that you finally could get out of it.

sitting down next to you on the sofa, he took you by the chin, turned your face to himself, and gently rubbed a wet disk over your face, washing off makeup. you tried to focus your attention on his face, but everything was desperately swimming in your eyes, and your eyelids seemed so heavy that you could no longer resist, falling down on his shoulder. wooin just sighed, pushing you onto the cushions of the sofa and headed to your room, pulling the blanket off the bed, he covered your body - still lying on the couch in the living room - and only for a couple of seconds held his gaze on your peaceful face.

when you woke up in the morning, you mentally thanked him for leaving a glass of water on the table. but you will never know that before leaving that night, he lingered there to gently brush a couple of strands from your face, lightly touch your hand, wondering if he should do something more, and in the end, he just left, also mentally wishing you the most peaceful dreams and a light head in the morning.

*sorry, the end turned out to be a little crumpled, im not used to writing something like that.((

#[ ~ koi.talks🗣]#x reader #windbreaker #windbreaker webtoon #windbreaker x reader #webtoon #headcanon #windbreaker headcanon #imagine #wooin sabbath #wooin #wooin x reader #wooin windbreaker

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leafs-lover · 1 year

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Too Far Gone - The Contract

A/N: Can't write part 55 to save my life 😭 but we have another unedited bonus chapter, giving you a little glimpse into their life in the future. If you're not reading the fic, don't worry this is a stand alone piece.

Warnings: Smut (p in v, creampie), dirty talk, swearing, mentions of drinking, not really edited

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Word Count: 3100

Tia tried not to give too much thought to Auston’s contract, the media and fans were doing enough of that.

She had enough going on in her life. Maddie had started to sleep through the night then she started teething. Taylour was wild and energetic, always busy with Felix, wanting to see Brody from down the street or Carter from his class, and still impartial to Maddie. He might have stopped asking “when is she leaving’ but he has shown no interest in his sibling, sometimes becoming frustrated when his parents are busy changing her diaper and need a minute before giving him attention.

Tia has read books, spent hours online reading blogs and stories from other moms in similar situations, trying everything to get them to bond without forcing it, and it’s just not working. She always saw herself with a big family, but more importantly a loving family, how can they be one when Taylour is generally disinterested in her?

And if it’s not the kids, or Felix’s limp that sporadically appears for a few hours, it’s her line. She used TikTok to advertise and sales erupted. She found herself with a massive list of pending orders, stores in Montreal, Toronto, Brooklyn, and Scottsdale were reaching out to stock her pieces. Made with Grace expanded from a spare room with a sewing machine, to a studio space with a business manager, marketing manager and two additional seamstresses, but even then she doesn’t feel like she can keep up.

So, when Tia told people she didn’t really have time to stress over his contract, she wasn’t lying. It’s not to say they hadn’t talked about their future; they just hadn’t sat down and fully weighed out the options.

She told Auston she would follow him anywhere, that they’d be happy so long as they were together, and she meant every single word but Toronto is a part of her, a part of them, and it would break her to leave it all behind. It’s where both of their children were born, where Taylour learned to walk and talk, where Maddie will learn all those things, where they found each other but more importantly themselves.

Tia wanted Auston to be as objective as possible with his decision, but she knew she had to tell him of her preference.

“And right here.” Judd points to the line at the bottom of the page and Auston once again scribbles his signature. He then flips the final page over, then smiles.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.” Judd nods. “You are going to be a Maple Leaf for four more years.”

Auston did give some thought to free agency. There are a few teams that have the cap space to meet his needs, and those that don’t would likely move some parts to make it work. He had options, lots of options, but none of them would send him down York Street after practice, right past her studio. And if he didn’t drive past then studio then he couldn’t stop in and raid her snack drawer, lie about needing a button fixed just to sneak in a kiss or two, or just watch his wife hard at work. He wouldn’t be able to take Maddie and Felix on walks through the park where he first felt Tia come back to him, nor could he drive past his old condo where they finally said what they had been holding onto for so long. They couldn’t go to dinner at Beck’s and Camille’s condo, which is actually Tia’s old condo, and see the exact spot where he first held Taylour.

Toronto is home. That was the only reason he needed.

“Tia and the family must be excited.”

“They will be.” Auston smiles wide and grabs at the beak of his hat to adjust it. “I decided to keep this from them, thought it’d be a nice surprise.”

“It will be.” The two men move toward the door where Judd slips into his shoes. “Don’t celebrate too much,” he winks, then steps outside, leaving Auston alone.

He quickly whips his phone from his pocket and opens twitter. Without so much as a second thought he types up a tweet, his first tweet since March. The second he posts the tweet; he is sharing it on his Instagram then heads for the sliding door.

The Arizona heat blasts his face the second the door opens. Felix’s nails on the concrete are heard as he eagerly scurries over from the pool, leaving wet pawprints all over the patio. Auston crouches down and scratches him behind the ears and chuckles when his warm tongue presses to his cheek.

“I know, I’m excited too.” Auston grins, scratching the pups head. “Should we go tell them?” Felix’s tail wags faster and he lets out an excited yip. “Yeah? Let’s go.”

“Hey T.” Auston starts as he sits on the edge of the pool and dangles his feet in the water, Felix plops down beside him for more pets.

“Hey, how was your meeting?” Tia wades through the waist deep water with Maddie on her hip and makes her way to the edge. When Maddie sees Auston her tiny fists open and close, and some incoherent babbles come from her lips. “Is that Daddy?” Tia bounces her a few times before handing Maddie over to him.

“Hi princess.” Auston hooks his arms under her armpits, then brings her in close, peppering her with kisses, hoping to hear one of those giggles she had been letting out as of late. “Meeting was good.” Auston blows a raspberry to her stomach, laughing when her legs kick out.

“Daddy, watch!” Taylour stands at the edge of the pool with his toes hanging over. His arms go up above his head, and he jumps into the air and dives into the water. When he pops his head up a few seconds later, he spits out some water and smiles.

“Wow, you’re getting good at that.” Auston replies, adjusting the brim of Maddie’s bucket hat to fold up and be out of her eyes.

“You weren’t even watching; you were paying attention to Maddie.” Taylour protests.

“I can do both Taylour.” Auston informs him. “But why don’t you show me another one?”

“Fine.” Taylour rolls his eyes and starts swimming to the edge of the pool.

“Hopefully you gave Maddie less sass than him,” Auston jokes. This time he cradles Maddie in close and locks his gaze on Taylour as he positions himself at the pools edge to dive again.

“It’s not funny.” Tia mutters while clapping for Taylour when he pokes his head up after another dive.

“Your dives are great Taylour, arms are really straight.” Auston encourage him.

“Mhm.” He proudly smiles while treading water. “You want to play basketball?”

“Give me five minutes and I’ll get my bathing suit on.”

“Okay.” He swims over to the shallow end to retrieve the basketball, that catches Felix’s attention and he jumps in the pool, splashing the three of them, and starts to swim over to Taylour.

“His reaction is perfectly normal, he is adjusting, just at his own speed. You see Instagram?”

“When would I have seen Instagram?” Tia laughs.

Auston unlocks his phone and hands it to her, forcing her focus away from Taylour. Her forehead creases and lips purse as she scrolls through the posts, wondering what exactly she is supposed to be looking for. “Yeah, Mommy is silly, isn’t she?” Auston uses his baby voice to ask Maddie when she coos in his arms. Unable to wait any longer, he takes the phone back and clicks on his story.

She closes his story, then opens the Toronto Maple Leafs page and sees nothing. She searches Wasserman hockey, but again there is nothing, along with Sportsnet, TSN and ESPN. She keeps opening pages, trying to find confirmation of his somewhat cryptic post. Fed up, Auston snatches his phone back which brings her gaze to him.

“You re-signed?” She asks, in disbelief.

“Yeah.”

Butterflies swarm her stomach. “Four years?”

“Yeah.”

“And you broke the story before anyone else?”

“I was excited.” Auston shrugs, letting his smile grow even wider.

Tia puts her hand on either side of his thighs and pushes herself up. Beads of water roll over her breasts - larger than normal from breastfeeding - down over her stomach and baby weight she can’t seem to shake no matter how hard she tries. Once at eye level with him, Tia presses her lips to his, joyful tears clinging to the corners of her lashes. With Maddie in one hand, Auston brings his other to her hair, wet from the afternoon in the pool, and welcomes the kiss. It’s soft at first but slowly builds to more, his fingers tighten in her hair and her tongue move about his mouth. He can feel the relief wash over her body.

“I’m so happy.” She whispers, choking back tears. “I really wanted to stay.”

“I know.” Of course, he knew. “But you should have told me.”

“Everyone had opinions, I wanted you to make the best decision for your career.”

Auston runs his thumb along her jaw. “You’re the only opinion that matters to me.”

Tia dressed herself in a flowy maroon dress with thick straps. It stopped right at her knee and had a slit that went a few inches up her thigh. She pulled her hair into a simple but stunning bun and managed to apply a little bit of make-up before Maddie woke up from her nap. She fed and changed her, then put Maddie in the newly released mauve coloured polka dot dress with ruffled sleeves along with the matching headband.

She wasn’t overly dressed up (that wasn’t an easy task with unexpected dinner plans and a five-month-old) but the second Auston saw his girls his breath was taken away. He kissed her, almost a little too hard and long, but pulled away then helped load the kids in the car.

They met his family at Modern Oyster Bar & Chophouse. Auston reserved part of the restaurant which provided privacy for their celebration. Tia and Auston kept their phones on silent and tucked away - everybody who knew them was texting to congratulate them, and they just wanted to enjoy the night. And tucked under his arm with cheeks sore from smiling, Tia was doing just that.

“We’re staying in Toronto?” Taylour probes.

While he begs Tia to take him to every game (even road ones), plays hockey, will show Auston YouTube clips and basically lives and breathes the sport, trades and free agency is all very new to him. He doesn’t understand why Uncle Mike isn’t going to be in Toronto anymore, why he has pictures of Daddy and Uncle Freddie both wearing Leafs jerseys, yet Fred plays for another team, and he certainly doesn’t grasp that there was the potential for them to leave Toronto.

“You sure are.” Brian tells him, gently bouncing Maddie on his thigh, smiling as drool rolls down her chin.

“Maybe without that stress you two can plan your wedding.” Ema beams over her glass of wine.

Auston feels Tia’s body stiffen ever so slightly, but he just laughs. Since the day Auston told his mom he was going to propose Ema has been asking about wedding plans. Once Tia had said yes, she became relentless, never missing an opportunity to ask when the date will be. She understood why they didn’t plan it for last summer given the uncertainty COVID brought and kind of let up once they announced their pregnancy with Maddie, but on more than one occasion Ema brought up how there was months between Tia’s due date and the summer. When Tia and Auston told her they just wanted to enjoy this time as a family without the added stress of planning a wedding, she understood, then tried to get them to lock down a date in 2024.

“Yeah. Maybe.” Auston shrugs.

“Have you even looked at venues?” Brey asks, not in a curious way but a condescending and annoyed way.

She always has been skeptical of their “engagement.” Given her brother declared he was going to marry Tia after one date, FaceTimed with the family at least a dozen times while out shopping for rings because it had to be just right, blew up the family group chat making sure everyone knew not to say anything and to act normal so she wouldn’t suspect anything, then spent the entire day pacing and on the phone ensuring every single detail was perfect, she expected a very short engagement. So, when they reply “we’re not in a rush” anytime someone asks, accidentally call each other husband or wife only to backpedal and say something along the lines of ‘we live together and have kids, were basically married’ it didn’t make sense, and Brey is determined to get the truth out of them.

Auston drops his lips to Tia’s ear and whispers, “should we just tell them?”

Tia cranes her head and squeezes his hand under the table. “No.”

He gently kisses her. “You sure? Make this a lot easier?”

“Make what easier?” Brey cocks her head and narrows her gaze.

Tia and Auston smile at each other as she mindlessly spins the black metal ring on his index finger. The ring she put there over two years ago when they did get married less than 24 hours after getting engaged, because neither one of them wanted to wait. But because all their friends and family couldn’t be there, they kept it a secret. That’s why Tia doesn’t wear her wedding band outside the house (except when she forgets to take it off) and why Auston wears his wedding band is on the index finger and not the ring finger.

Auston turns to Brey with heat flaring behind his cheeks and playfully smirks. “Nothing.”

The kids went to his parents and Auston and Tia ubered home. One glass of wine lead to two, which lead to three, and that was where Tia stopped. Her tolerance had dropped since having Maddie and anymore would have made her a mess and Tia didn’t want to be a mess tonight (unless the mess was made from Auston’s cum).

It didn’t take long for them to get to bed, and it was even less time until his head was buried between her legs, greedily bringing orgasm after orgasm to her. When she finally made him stop because her legs were trembling and vision was turning white, Tia found herself on her knees, attempting to return the favour, but Auston didn’t let her finish. At the last second, he roughly grabbed her hair and brought her in for an incredibly sloppy kiss.

“Lie down.” Auston instructs her, nipping at her lower lip.

“No.” Tia breathes out before roughly pressing her lips to his.

“T -”

“I said no.” Tia repeats, then yelps when Auston spanks her.

“I signed the contract; I should get to decide how we celebrate.” His voice is thick and gravelly, as he tries to maintain control.

“I gave birth to your children so if I say I’m not getting on my back…”Tia pushes away from him and sits on her heels. “I’m not getting on my back.”

Auston shifts on the mattress, his shoulders cracking in the process. This dominant behaviour from his wife is new and relatively uncommon, but fuck does it ever turn him on.

In one quick motion Tia spins and puts her back to him with her knees on either side of his hips. Using her hand, she strokes his throbbing cock over her entrance, coating it in her slick. He grabs at her ass cheeks, the only thing he can, and they both moan when she fills herself with his length.

“Shit baby.” Auston chuckles. Tia starts to move, up and down on his cock, getting faster and faster while her ass bounces along with her. “You feel so good.”

“You always fuck me so good.” Tia cries when Auston moves his hips.

“Isn’t that what a good husband should do?” He spanks her again then grunts as her pussy tightens around his cock. “Properly fuck their wife?” He thrusts upward, wincing as she claws at his thighs for support.

“Yes.” Tia whines. Auston slaps her ass one more time for good measure then grabs at her hips. He has no intentions of trying to control the pace, she is doing that just fine on her own, he just wants to touch her. He always wants to touch her.

“So, I’m just doing my job Mrs. Matthews.”

Tia’s walls pulsate around him. She loves when he calls her that almost as much as he loves saying it. She wishes they could announce it to the world, then she could legally change her name to match him and their children, even Felix has his last name. Most of the people in their lives would be so happy they wouldn’t even care about missing one of the biggest moments of their lives. Not Ema. She of course would be happy, but she would be disappointed to have been excluded and Tia she can’t live knowing she disappointed the only mother she’s ever had.

“Making sure my wife is taken care of.”

Tia flips her hair to look back at him over her shoulder and whispers in the most innocent of voices, “keep it up and I’m gonna ask you to put another baby in me.”

Auston lets out a shaky exhale, he loved watching Tia be pregnant.

He lifts his hips up, making her fall forward until she is gripping his knees for stability. “I’ll do it.” Auston smacks her ass once again, earning himself a loud, excited yelp. “You just tell me when.”

At this point, Tia didn’t know how Auston was keeping it together, she didn’t know how she was keeping it together. Every single thrust was perfectly placed, brushing up against her g-spot, nudging her closer and closer to her release. Her nails were carved into his thighs, sweat was rolling down her back, down his chest, the sounds coming from their lips were feral, animalistic, but they kept fucking.

He watches himself disappear inside her walls a few more times then grips her hips and holds her on his member, pouring his hot, sticky seed inside – just the way she likes. Her walls grasp and hug his cock, and she can’t help when her eyes see static.

It takes a few minutes for either one to move. There is a lot of panting and muttering of curse words, hands gingerly trailing over the others sticky skin. But when Tia finally finds the strength to lift herself off his now softened cock, Auston wraps his arms around her body and pins her tight to his chest.

“I love you T.” His voice is hoarse.

“I love you too, Aus.”

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dragonzfanfics11 · 9 days

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Sbg main six with reader that’s good with kids? Or really just really motherly?

-✨ Anon

P.S: WE LOVE YOUR WRITING AND CARE ABOUT YOU!!!!🫶🫶🫶🫶

hii again!! Thanls for the request! you always manage to make me smile 😭

Warnings- non I think

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Ashlen

The first time she sees you being motherly is when you convince her to go on a walk near the park

As you where walking some random kid walked up to you with this bright innocent smile asking if you can push them on the swings

Which you happily agree to as ashlen is just watching the interaction not really knowing what to do

As you follow the kid over the the swings and give them a few pushes ashlen thought it was actually kinda cute from how nice you are around kids

She probably wouldn't actually say that but she's definitely thought it

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Aiden

The first time he'd see it is when your over at his house to hang out and his little cousin Lilly walked in (I think thas her name?)

You where probably watching some movie with him in his room, though he only agreed if it was a movie he picked, which was one of the spider-man movies because you said no to any other gore filled movie lol

You weren't to far into the movie when Lilly walked in asking if she could watch to which you happily said yes to since spider-man is a good movie for her age (I think?)

Then you and Lilly kinda talk about the movie the while time

Which aiden did get a little jealous because he's lost your attention-

But! He thought it was super cute to, I mEan the love of his life and his cousin getting along so well? It's adorable! (Even if he loses your attention-)

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Ben

Again you'd probably be over at is house watching some movie in his room (that's calmer then a marvel movie just some sweet movie you found that looked good)

He left to get some popcorn and did come back with some but also with his little cousin

You thought she was so cute and you offered to let her watch the movie with you and Ben

That's how she ended up sitting in Ben's lap and you next to Ben leaning on his shoulder as you all watch the movie, you and Lilly talking every so often

Ben thought it was so cute that you both got along so well

He was sure to bring her over more often when you where around cuz you loved her so much and Ben loved that about you

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Tyler

Hed probably see you be motherly when taylor and you made him go to the park with you both

Some random kids would walk up to you asking if you wanted to play with them

Which you happily said yes to

Taylor joined in to as tyler sat off to the side watching

It was actually adorable to him how you where so nice to these little kids and he mightve fell harder for you in that exact moment

Just the fact you where so motherly was so awesome to him he loved it so much and is probably a huge reason why he loves you so much

Though may possibly get jealous from losing your attention

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Taylor

Again it's probably at the park when she sees you be motherly for the first time

Some random kids probably walked up to you asking if you wanted to play or something like that which you happily agreed to

She thought it was the cutest thing in the world, I mean who wouldn't think that? The love of her life getting along with so many kids so well? Cutest thing ever

And she loves to hang out with she's kids with you

Just playing there random games and simply having fun us the best thing to her

It might be one of the number 1 things she's gotta love about you

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Logen

Again at the park lol

Some random kid would walk up to you asking if you can push them on the swings so which you happily said yes to

Logen just kinda watched with a smile thinking it was actually pretty cute how well you where around kids

He'd only be able to watch for a few minutes or so until some other kid drags him in to

Which results in you and Logan spending the day playing with a bunch of little kids and having fun

That day would probably be one of his favorite days with you and probably has a few pictures he took of you having fun with the kids

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I hope you liked it!! I still have 2 more requests to do lol so expect at least one more today!

#school bus graveyard x reader #sbg x reader #aiden clark #aiden x reader #ashlyn banner #ashlyn x reader #ben clark #ben x reader #taylor hernandez #taylor x reader #tyler x reader #tyler hernandez #logen fields #logen x reader #sbg (webtoon)#sbg

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i05wook · 1 year

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dating nishimura riki

pairing: idol! niki x gn! reader

genre: fluff, romance, idol au, strangers to friends au, friends to lovers au

summary: what i think dating idol! nishimura riki would be like

wc: 1k+ 😭

author’s notes: until i can get over my silly little writers block, i shall be writing these little headcanons for all of the enhypen boys!! i have already posted heeseung and jungwon’s on these links!!

🧋forbidden love

🧋love at first sight

🧋niki was asked by hybe to run a dance workshop for some of the newer trainees to participate in

🧋when he entered the practice room for the workshop, there was something unexplainable about you that drew niki towards you

🧋that day, despite the workshop being for a fair amount of trainees, niki could only focus on you

🧋the passion of becoming an idol under hybe was visible in your eyes, and it only reminded niki of his sisters

🧋after the workshop, there was some free time between him being picked up for his next schedule, and the trainees next class, so niki decided to entertain questions from the group about becoming an idol.

🧋after everyone had started filing out of the practice room, niki asked if he could speak with you - of course you were nervous!! why would one of your seniors want to speak to you??

🧋it turns out that he was really impressed with your engagement in the workshop and how quick you managed to adjust to everything despite only recently joining the company

🧋he also wanted to get your number to arrange more dance sessions when the pair of you were free, so “he could give you pointers on being more fluid when dancing” - were his exact words when you ask why

🧋ofc, as soon as he gets back to the dorms, he pulls both jake and jungwon in to a different room away from the rest of the boys to tell them all about you

🧋both boys encourage him to text you asking to hang for a dance session and maybe even grab some food from the convenience store or canteen

🧋in his head he spends hours planning what he wanted to message you

🧋of course who could turn down THE Nishimura Riki!!

🧋the dance session with niki was so incredibly useful but also really fun!! throughout the day; he gave you some helpful tips to increase the fluidity between moves. he even taught you some more enhypen choreographies that you didn’t know!!

🧋the time you both spent together that day (despite being short), allowed for an amazing friendship to flourish between you both

🧋in fact the bond between you was so strong, whenever you both met up, you always left the encounter with huge grins on both of your faces

🧋this went on for months until the boys went on a small camping holiday together - no camera crews, no filming, nothing - just a trip where they could be themselves

🧋even though they weren’t filming, they still did all the activities as if they were (im think of so so fun here!!)

🧋when the boys sat around the campfire, they all began talking about the past few months until niki told the boys of his true feelings for you

🧋of course the boys weren’t shocked in the slightest, they could tell how happy you made him, he never shut up about you on the evenings after you had met up

🧋his feelings however were slowly crossing over in to his idol life though

🧋on a live one day, engene asked him if he had an ideal type, and he replied to them describing you to a t

🧋management however became very apprehensive of this… there seemed to be to confident of an answer from niki, suggesting that maybe he was seeing someone - which for some stupid reason they were not allowed to

🧋management called a meeting with niki the next day to discuss the live and all of the possible outcomes - they came to the decision that niki was no longer allowed to hold these workshops for trainees or go to unofficial schedules without a manager present

🧋that same night, when niki got home to the dorms, he looked distraught. he headed straight to his room, slamming the door shut and he did not resurface for the rest of the evening

🧋the next morning he was somehow in an even fouler mood than the night before, snapping at all of the boys over some of the most trivial things

🧋eventually, when he snapped at heeseung, heeseung snapped back

🧋when heeseung asked why he was acting the way he was, niki spilt everything - how he met you, how he met up with you a minimum of once a week, how he had developed a crush on you, and finally how he had now been unofficially banned from seeing you again

🧋this was the first time heeseung had seen niki cry, but he also agreed that you both needed some closure at least until you could see each other again

🧋niki sent you one last text explaining everything that had happened

🧋when you received the messages from niki, you ran to the practice room where you’d spent countless hours together messing around

🧋in said cupboard, there was a bag, and inside it was a letter, what looked like a book, and a small box.

🧋when you took out the book, you realised it was a scrapbook full of photos you had taken together, and even some candid photos of you that riki had taken in the mirror

🧋inside the box was a small but delicate silver ring with a tiny heart, which niki described in his letter, that it was a promise ring

🧋he was promising you that, as soon as the ban was over, he would be yours, as long as you were his.

🧋6 months. 6 months it took until you made your debut, and niki’s unofficial ban ended and on the week of your debut, your group were to film some content with enhypen

🧋when the content was released, fans noticed the chemistry between you and niki, and loved it!!

🧋eventually the agency realised how good the chemistry was between you both and how fans loved your interactions, deciding to arrange for you both to film more content together

🧋after a couple months, both you and niki when to the management to tell them of your feelings for each other, and luckily for you, they agreed to let you date

requests: open

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#kflixnet #enhanet #୨⎯ “enhypen” ⎯୧ #୨⎯ “niki” ⎯୧ #୨⎯ “fluff” ⎯୧ #୨⎯ “angst” ⎯୧ #୨⎯ “headcanons” ⎯୧ #enhypen headcanons #niki headcanons #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #niki fluff #niki angst #niki x reader #reader x niki #enhypen x reader #reader x enhypen #enhypen scenarios #niki scenarios

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dabislilbaby · 2 years

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Thinking About You

Dabi x f!Reader

A/n: This one is inspired by the girlies in the server and the presents we get from our Kings 👑🥰🙌 iykyk

I promise part 3 of Kingdom of Fire is coming soon😭I know it's been over a month, I'm sorry it's taking me so long but I'm almost done<3

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship, praise kink, masturbation, scratching, slight choking, biting, oral (f and m receiving), cock-warming, mating press, auralism kink.

Summary: You wake up to a little gift from your boyfriend, and as soon as you start to take care of the problem he created, he sneaks in for a visit and catches you in the act.

Word Count: 2.6k

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa

Sometime in the middle of the night, you had woken up from your much needed, but scarcely gotten sleep. You'd been restless all night for some reason, probably just your insomnia acting up again. You roll over and stumbly reach for your phone on the nightstand. The time read 2:36am and you only had one notification.

You usually put your phone on do not disturb when going to bed, and only one person was on that priority notification list. So thru blurred vision and squinted eyes, you clicked on the text message from your boyfriend. You sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes clear, and your gaze ran over the screen.

Dabs💙

Thinking about you<3

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You weren't entirely sure what the voice message was that he sent you, but you hit play on it anyway. Once you hit the button, you heard quiet, but heavy breathing. You were confused for a second until you heard a small whimper, followed by a breathy "yeah~".

Your eyes widened and you were instantly fully awake. Your cheeks grew a little hot as you listened to the lewd noises your boyfriend was making while thinking about you. And god did they sound so pretty. You felt heat rising between your legs and a wet spot growing on your panties. You wished he was there with you, instead of on some important mission for Shigs.

Little did you know, he'd finished up early and was on his way to you right now. He'd been on this mission for a few days now. He'd never tell you where he was going, or what he was doing, always trying to keep you as far away from it as possible. All he told you was that he was needed, and he wouldn't be back for what should've been another day or two, and promised to come see you as soon as he could.

The more you listened, the more your thighs started to involuntarily rub together. His moans were creating a problem you were sure you'd need to take care of by yourself. His breathing was getting heavier, his whimpering more frantic. He repeated your name multiple times while giving you praise. Saying things like "oh~ y/n... I miss that pretty little pussy so much. ngh~ as s-soon as I come home I'm gonna— ugh~ I'm gonna take such good care of you angel." The two of you didn't live together, yet every single time he would tell you he was "coming home" and it just made you melt.

You could hear the city around him, the sound of a car passing by every so often. Along with the wet sound of the way he pleasured himself. The thought of him being so needy while tucked away in an alley somewhere only made your problem worse. He was getting whiney, and hearing him so desperate was enough to make you let out a quiet moan of your own. You could hear the strain in his voice when he moaned your name once again. The same strain you were all too familiar with hearing right next to your ear when he had you pinned to the mattress.

You heard it when his cord snapped. You could tell the exact moment when he'd entered that euphoric feeling of an orgasm, and it turned your brain into soup. It was followed by a few heavy breaths before it went silent. After the minute and fourty-two second recording ended, you found yourself dissatisfied. You wanted more. Needed more of it. Of him.

You leaned over and rummaged around your nightstand, still in the dark, and found your charging ear buds. You opened the case and slipped them in your ears, automatically connecting to your phone. you hit play on the recording again, and you heard those same breathy moans. You shut your eyes and leaned against your headboard. This was exactly what you wanted. It sounded like he was right there, whimpering those praises into your ear like he was in the room, fucking you himself.

Your hand snaked in between your thighs as you listened to his praises, pushing past the waist band of your panties and finding its way to your needy clit. You were slow at first, working yourself up just like he would. You pushed two fingers past your tight entrance and let out a sinful sound of pleasure. The way he whimpered and whined made your head fuzzy and it was enough to make your gummy walls tighten around your own fingers.

Your hand slipped inside your shirt and you tugged and pinched your nipple, just like he would, doing your best to replicate the way he touched you. You continued to work yourself while listening to him and you were almost there when it went silent again. You opened your eyes and let out an irritated sigh. You took your hand out of your shirt and hit play again before continuing your ministrations.

Unbeknownst to you, your bedroom window slowly slid open and Dabi's thin form crawled thru into the dark room. This was how he entered your apartment most of the time. He was sure that you'd be asleep at a time like this, expecting to come in and just cuddle up with you and say hi in the morning, so when he entered the room he was surprised to see you awake, and masturbating right in front of him.

He could barely see you, the only light in the room being the tiny cast from the moon coming thru the window, and the illumination from your phone screen. Suddenly he heard you give a throaty moan and it instantly made him hard. What could possibly have you so worked up at 2:45 in the morning? And then he glanced at your screen, seeing his contact and remembering the whiney voice message he sent you hours ago.

He smirked, and then glanced up to your face. Your eyes were closed and your eye brows furrowed. That familiar expression of pleasure made him switch. He realized that you didn't know he was there, so he decided to sit for a bit and enjoy the show. Surely you wouldn't mind.

About a minute passed before the voice message stopped again. You opened your eyes to hit play once more, but as soon as you did, you saw dabi leaning against the wall, pumping his own dick. You jumped, not expecting him to be there. "Jesus Christ—" you breathed out. He smirked, not stopping his movement. "Sorry doll, didn't mean to scare ya." He pushed off the wall and took a few steps closer to your bed. "But please... Don't stop on my account." Your face flushed red and if it weren't for the lack of light, he'd be able to see just what his voice did to you. You didn't move for a second, and then you felt his hand run up the length of your thigh. "...unless you'd rather I take over." he stared into your eyes with that familiar lustful smirk painted on his lips. He already knew your answer.

He reached up and removed your earbuds so you could hear him clearly. Setting them, and your phone back on your night stand. As he leaned over you to move your things, you spoke. "you're back early." He smiled and planted a kiss on your cheek. "I missed you." He kissed you again on your shoulder as you heard him kick his shoes off next to the bed. "Now let me take care of you just like I promised."

He was on top of you now, lavishing your neck with sloppy kisses, leaving marks like he always did. Claiming his territory. His hand slid up your waist, pushing the fabric of his shirt up and over your breasts. He pushed his knee in-between your legs, forcing them to spread for him. As if you'd even resist.

His teeth sunk into the soft skin at the base of your neck and you whined right next to his ear. His grip on your breast tightened and he groaned against your skin. One of your arms wrapped around his neck and ran your fingers thru his inky black hair. The other around his back, pulling at his T-shirt, wanting it off. He pulled away from you, sitting on his knees and tugged it over his head. Your hands immediately found his abdomen in the dark, feeling his mixed skin and cold metal against your palms. You sat up and lowered your hands to his belt, leaving soft kisses on his stomach.

He rested a hand on the back of your head, lacing his fingers in your hair gently. Once you unbuckled his pants, you pulled them down over his hips along with his boxers. It flong out at you, throbbing and needy for attention. You took it in your hand and teased his tip with your tongue. You could taste the precum that started to leak from his slit as he let out a few breathy moans. "I missed you too" you finally replied, your voice breathy and seductive. It sent goosebumps down his forearms and he closed his eyes. He let out a deep sigh of pleasure when you planted another gentle kiss on his tip. His eyes opened and met yours, staring up at him in the dim light from the window. His rough palm cupped your face, finding comfort in your soft skin. "Show me just how much you missed me." The desire in his voice was unmistakable with the way his words came out as a growl of demand more than a request.

You opened your mouth and sank yourself around him, letting your tongue coat the underside of his shaft with wet saliva. The moan he let out was sinful. He'd been craving you for days. Desperate for the pleasure you gave him that no one else could ever match.

His eyes were fixed on yours as he watched his dick disappear down your throat over and over again. You always took him so well. There's no way he'd last much longer with the way you were swallowing him whole. Especially having gone a whole week with nothing but his hand. He started twitching and throbbing, and then you heard him stutter out some words. N-no shit ngh~ "

He pulled out of your mouth quickly with a few heavy breaths. "You are too fucking good at that angel." You smiled at him, wiping your mouth with your wrist. He let out a small chuckle before grabbing your neck and pushing you down on the bed. "My turn." He caught your whimper with a kiss so deep you felt your pussy throb. He pushed the shirt over your breasts once again and sucked on one of your hardened nipples. Your face was burning as that tingly pleasure went straight to your core. Your legs tried to instinctively close, but they were trapped open by him in-between them.

He trailed wet kisses over skin, simultaneously pulling your panties over your hips and past your thighs. He took his lips off of you only long enough to completely remove them and discard them somewhere in the dark room. With bent knees, you spread your legs for him once more and he lowered himself to level with your mattress. He kissed the inside of your thigh softly, putting both your legs over his shoulders. He kissed your other thigh the same way before sinking into your heat. The flat of his tongue covered your folds and dragged across them before tracing circles around your sensitive bud. His hands encircled your things and held them tight when you whimpered. He did the same motion again, taunting you with his slow ministrations. His tongue teased at your entrance and pushed past your pulsating hole. He swirled his tongue around, poking that gummy pressure point at your entrance that most men didn't even know existed. It made you arch your back and cry out a few whimpers. He pushed on it again and you saw stars.

He continues to go back and forth between sucking on your clit and tongue fucking you. You were getting so close and then he groaned against you, vibrating the parts of you that were in his mouth and that tipped you over the edge. Loud moans came pouring out of you and your thighs clamped around his head. Your hips tried to buck upwards but he gripped your waist and held you down. His tongue did not stop until your screams and cries faded into heavy breathing with small whimpers from your sensitivity and he felt your throbbing aftershock as he pulled away.

He wiped his mouth with his wrist, just as you did, and came back up to pepper soft kisses on your cheek and neck. He whispered in your ear. "I'll never get tired of the way you taste." And kissed your neck again. He was a gentle lover, even when he was rough he did indeed always take such good care of you.

Your arms wrapped around his back and pulled him closer to you. At the same time he pushed your legs as far up as they'd let him, letting his dick slide between your folds a few times. "Dabi, please~" you whined. How could he deny your begging? He pulled his hips back and pushed slowly inside you. The both of you moaning into each other's mouths. "Why are you always ngh~ so damn tight?" Your nails dug into his back as he dragged himself almost completely out of you and back in again. It was a big stretch, but not painful at all. Tears welled in your eyes just a little and he smirked, kissing the spot on your cheek where one fell. "You're so pretty...ngh~ and all mine." He picked up his pace now, pistong into you while he had you in a mating press. And there it was, his whiney moans in your ear just like the voice message he sent you. It made your walls tighten around him which only made him whimper more. He grabbed onto one of your hands, interlocking your fingers and pushing it down into the mattress. The other snaked around your arched back, holding you even closer to him. Your breasts pressed firmly against his chest and his face buried in the crook of your neck, leaving more bite marks.

His hips snapped into you again and again and he started to throb once more. Your cord was on the verge of snapping. He lifted himself off of you a little to rub circles on your clit with his thumb. "Cum for me angel. F-fuck~ can you do that me? Be a good girl and cum for me nguh-" His voice sent you toppling over into another orgasm and you squeezed him so tight that his eyes rolled in the back of his head, seeing stars as he emptied himself in you. Filling you to the brim with his sticky white cum. He didn't even stop, or slow down, he just fucked his seed deeper into you for a few more minutes until his adrenaline wore out.

He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavy in your ear. You struggled to catch your breath as well, rubbing his back where you'd left marks before. Eventually your breathing evened out and you heard the tiniest snore. "Baby?" You whispered, moving some of the hair from his face to take a look at him. Sure enough, he'd passedout while cock-warming himself inside you. He must have been so exhausted from the long mission, plus coming home to take care of you.

You pressed a soft kiss to his temple, settling your head on the pillow and letting his breathing lull you to sleep.

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avocadoguru · 1 year

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Do we have any sneak peaks for the next part 👀

Also I love wolfrry so much 😭 everything you give us is a blessing

Suddenly she had an idea. Maybe he was at his old apartment. There was a chance he still had it since everything happened so fast, so maybe his lease wasn’t up. He had no reason to be there, and she figured it was a wild goose chase but she wanted answers. Wanted to know if perhaps he was there. It was late but she wouldn’t be able to sleep if she didn’t at least try.

Standing in front of the apartment door she took a deep breath before rapping her knuckles on the wood.

When she heard movement and then the clicking of the door lock her breathing halted and she felt a jolt of relief, of hope, and then of dread. Why was he there… Who was he there with?

However, as the door swung open, standing there was a sleepy Niall wearing cotton pajamas and messy hair. His eyes widened when he realized who it was knocking at his door.

“Niall?!”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah. Uh… Is Harry here?” She asked looking behind him into the apartment. The lights were off. He was clearly sleeping before she arrived.

“No. Uh. It’s just me here.” Niall scratched the back of his neck and looked up at her before realizing his manners, “Would you like to come in?”

Nodding, Y/N walked in and looked around. It looked exactly the same. All of the furniture that Harry had was still placed around the living room in the exact same spots, “Why are you here?” She turned and asked him. It was all very odd but she felt something click into place suddenly without him even needing to answer. She recalled the picture of Niall on the dresser and how now, in this moment, with him standing in the living room as he turned on a lamp, this place felt like him. Like Niall. The medical books, the knick-knacks…

“Oh… uh- well that’s because, um… I needed a new place. So, I am, uh… taking over the lease. Yeah, and it just worked out perfectly,” he laughed nervously as Y/N eyed him suspiciously.

“Really? Interesting…” She wanted to comment more about that knowing he wasn’t being honest with her but her immediate concern was Harry. “So, I know this may sound a bit overly dramatic but I don’t know where Harry is. I was supposed to see him after I got off work today. I got to his new house and no one was there. I’ve called him and nothing. And now it’s hours later and still, I haven’t heard from him. It’s just… not like him.” A lie. But he didn’t need to know she’d been through this before with him. “So you don’t know where he is?”

Niall cinched his brows together in thought. It would be very unusual for Harry to not be somewhere he said he’d be. Especially when it came to Y/N. He knew how the alpha felt about the human. So now, Niall was concerned as well.

“I haven’t heard from him today at all actually. Umm…” he pursed his lips before continuing, “So, what time were you supposed to get to his house?”

“At 8. He said he’d have dinner ready for me when I arrived.”

“Hmm… And when was the last time you saw him?”

“This afternoon. We drove back from his uncle’s this morning and when we arrived at his house I left right away so I could make it to work on time.”

Niall sat down on the couch and rubbed his palms over his face, “That doesn’t make sense,” he spoke quietly, mostly to himself but Y/N heard him.

Sitting down next to him on the couch Y/N wondered if Niall did know something. His response to not knowing where Harry could be was concerning. She half expected him to joke about how Harry was probably fine or something. But Niall seemed actually concerned.

“Do you know something, Niall? Anything? Is there something going on I should know about?”

Niall shook his head and kept his eyes down toward the floor, “Nah. It’s probably nothing.”

There it was. The response she expected of him at the beginning except now it had come too late and she’d watched the way he responded initially.

“Then why do you seem so concerned?”

Looking into her eyes Niall tried to feign confidence in his words, “Oh… I mean. I was just tired and I was sort of out of it. But you… he’s fine I’m sure.”

She could see right through him. Niall was a terrible liar. She smiled and patted his knee before standing up, “If you say so. But will you please call me if you do know something or you hear from him?”

Niall stood up and nodded, “Of course, Y/N.”

sneak peek from Lupus Noctis/ Chapter 10

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Forever - KSI Imagine

Another imagine from Wattpad and here's a picture of JJ just cause I had it saved on my phone 😭

He looked so good at the Charity Match and so did everyone else tbh

Description: Y/N thinks JJ wants to break up with her because he is bored after moving to a small town.

T/W: None

"You know what Y/N , I left everything back in London for you but I can't do it anymore . I thought I was ready to have a child and settle down but I am not . Sorry but I can't do this anymore." He said before he stormed off and I was left crying holding our daughter Lily in my arms.

How could he do this , He told me he will be there forever but he just got bored I guess........

I thought he loved me , I thought he loved Lily but he just lied I guess........

"Babe...are you fine you are all sweaty and you were moving all crazy." JJ spoke in his cute groggy voice which he has when he just wakes up.

"I had the same nightmare again."I told him as I snuggled closer to him.

Truth be told I have had that exact same nightmare ever since I met my friend Emma at my School reunion.

She had asked me how someone as famous as the KSI had agreed to leave everything he had behind and move to humble little West Sussex , my hometown.

I couldn't tell JJ about my nightmare , what if he actually changed his mind and left me and Lily.

JJ was an No.1 charting Musician , He had his own music label and his own boxing promotion. He had his best friends and family in London but he left it all when I got pregnant.

Yes it was mostly his decision as he did not want our daughter to grow up in the hustle and bustle of London so when I suggested we could move to my old family mansion in my hometown he was more than happy to do so.

But after that talk with Emma I couldn't help but wonder how he left everything to move with me a humble waitress who was living paycheck to paycheck in busy London.

I had not known happiness before I met JJ on that rainy day in front of Nando's.

I hadn't had the happiest childhood and youth but ever since the day I met him he has treated me like a queen and I couldn't be more grateful that I met him . He was the one true love of my life and I was was the happiest with him.

But now that happiness was threatened to vanish due to my bubbling fear that he may decide he is too good for me and leave me for good. That's what everyone said when we started dating but JJ assured me again and again I was the one he wanted.

I opened my eyes and saw JJ had fallen back asleep. I couldn't believe I had gotten this lucky. I had the man of my dreams , a cute little daughter and the perfect life. I kissed his cheek and quickly got out his arms and went to Lily's crib at the end of her room.

She was sleeping peacefully. I had great difficulty getting her to sleep today for some reason , but as soon as JJ took her in his arms and sang his song Holiday , she giggled with him for some time and fell asleep in her dad's arms.

Lily was truly Daddy's girl and JJ often teased me for it.

I then returned to bed and tried not to wake up JJ as he gets really grumpy and agitated when someone disturbs his sleep. I got in my side of the bed but as soon as I got in he pulled me closer to him by my waist and kissed my forehead.

I kissed her forehead and placed her doll next to her.

"I love you." He mumbled against my hair.

"I love you too Jide." I spoke against his chest and with that I fell asleep in the arms of the man I love.

The Next Morning.

The day was just a normal Sunday.

The three of us went on our walk around our little garden in the back of our house. Lily played with Neo and Morpheus , our hamsters who now had there own separate sheds.

Both JJ and Lily then ran around the garden when I went back in to make Lunch.

At lunch , we sat down on our couch and started watching old Sidemen Sundays as JJ always loved showing Lily his and the Sidemen's old videos. Eventhough we lived quite far away Lily was close to her Sidemen uncles and Sidegirl aunts , as we visited London often and even the boys and girls came down here often.

Of course Simon loved Lily with all his heart and they both were the best of friends. He took JJ moving away rough at first but then understood.

We continued watching the videos eating our food but then suddenly all the thoughts of last night's nightmare came flooding back. I let out a sigh and JJ looked at me and took my hand and gave it a squeeze.

I knew we had to talk about my nightmare or things will only get worse.

I don't want to hide anything from JJ.

"I want to talk to you about something Jide."I told him as I looked at him.

He knew something was wrong by the look on my face.

"Okay let me get Princess here to sleep and we can talk Babe." He told as he took Lily and started playing with her.

It was almost two hours later when we got Lily to sleep.

I was stood in the kitchen washing the dishes while JJ went to tuck Lily in.

He came back and hugged me from behind and placed his hands around my waist. He started kissing down my neck and I knew if he continued this I would forget about the talk and cave in and start making out with him.

I placed the last of the plates in its place and dried my hands all while JJ was kissing my neck and whispering how sexy I looked and that I was a Milf now.( If you don't know what Milf means , please don't look it up.)

I turned around and told him, " Babe I need to tell you something."

" What's wrong Babe , is this about last night." He asked me as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

I just nodded.

He then picked me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He took me to the Sofa and placed me down softly and sat down next to me.

"What's wrong Y/N , is something bothering you , Babygirl. You can tell me everything and anything that runs through your mind . Me and You against the world remember." He spoke as placed a assuring kiss on my forehead.

" Well you know I have been having this nightmare and I am afraid JJ , afraid that you'll get bored of me and our life. I am afraid you will leave me and Lily because you miss your old life. You gave up everything for me JJ and I'll understand if you want to leave me but I am just scared. You were on top of the world and just because we had Lily , you left it all and I am afraid you'll eventually start hating me and Lily for taking all that from you." I spoke not looking him in the eye as the tears were rolling over my cheeks.

JJ just giggled and wiped away my tears and I just glared at him before speaking,"This is not funny , Olajide."

His face changed when I used his full name as he realised I was serious.

"Look at me Babe , you have taken nothing from me. You have given me nothing but happiness. I would be lying if I said I didn't miss London at first . I mean we had a lot of fun but once Lily was born , I knew I had to be the best father ever and I will never ever trade my life now for any thing from my past.You know I like to succeed at everything I do , be it YouTube , music and now parenthood , I want to be the best. You changed me Y/N, from a party going playboy to a respectful and mature man and I can't thank you enough for that. You and Lily are the most important people in my life and that will never change. I love you and Lily with all my life and I will never leave all this behind , if that's what you afraid of. Me , you and Lily will always be together forever."

I couldn't help but squeal of happiness and jump upon him.

I straddled him and placed a big old kiss on his lips and then snuggled into his neck.

"Yeah I would really be crazy to leave your sexy self."he chuckled as I giggled against his skin.

I was at peace knowing my happiness was not at risk.

I have JJ and as long as I did , I have my happiness.

"I love you so much Jide." I spoke as I looked him in the eye.

"I love you too babygirl and I always will." He spoke with a grin before lifting me up and taking me to our room.

And with that we continued our perfect little life.

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Hi guys , Harley here. Hope you enjoyed this imagine.

Request me anything you want and I'll try to write.

Also can someone please tell me how to make a list like the masterlist that everyone has 😭.

Love you all

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