#he’s the type to drink milk straight up

[iamjoesleftnut]

This is canon to me

[linos-luna]

My Baby (Pt. 9) 🔪

Yandere!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader x Minho

(Pt. 1) (Pt. 2) (Pt. 3) (Pt. 4) (Pt. 5) (Pt. 6) (Pt. 7) (Pt. 8) (Pt. 9) (Pt. 10)

Warnings: Yandere! 18+, spanking, some violence?, crying, drugging

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He was successful. Your worst nightmare came true. He’s “taken you home” just as he planned. Now you’re in a decorated basement, handcuffed to the rail of the bed, the type of rail that a hospital bed would have. For now, you are helpless and dreading what is to come next.

Chan had left briefly to grab something and you were left to observe your surroundings. It was hard not to break into a panic attack.

Looking at yourself, you see that you are wearing pajama pants. The warm fleece type. It was pink and not one you’d have at home. A black oversized t shirt replaced the shirt you were wearing earlier and on your feet, well it was interesting.

On your feet were the socks used for mental patients, the ones with the grips. Lord only knows where he got them.

The room was dimly lit so you couldn’t see much.

Suddenly you hear the door open and see your kidnapper descending the steps. In his hand, was a bottle of milk, warm milk presumably.

“It’s time for bed, babygirl.” He said with a smile while sitting in front of you.

“H-how am I supposed to sleep with this on?” You asked while motioning to the cuffs. “It’s very uncomfortable…”

“Well, I can’t remove it until you fall asleep.” He said with a smile while putting the bottle in front of you. That’s why I made you milk. Warm milk to make you sleepy.”

You knew that milk had to be drugged. There’s no way you’d drink that.

Chan put the bottle to your lips before you shook your head, refusing to open your mouth.

“C’mon baby, drink it. It’ll make you feel better.”

“I’m not drinking it…” you muttered before pursing your lips.

“Baby, this isn’t an option!” He laughed while grabbing hold of your face and forcing the bottle’s tip into your mouth. 

You tried fighting but he squeezed the bottle, making so much of the warm liquid go down your throat that you nearly choked.

After letting go of your face and removing the bottle you found yourself gasping for air and coughing.

Chan laid you down, gently putting your head in the soft fluffy pillows.

Sight blurred and mind dizzy, you didn’t have the strength to fight. In fact, after a few minutes, you felt that you couldn’t move at all.

As you started to pass out, Chan held you tight and rested his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. He sighed, almost in relief.

“My baby…” he whispered. “I’m so happy you’re home…”

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Meanwhile, Minho was in panic mode. How could he have let this happen?? It’s been what? 3-4 hours since your abduction?? And there were no clues as to where he took you.

Jeongyeon had come over right away and was getting nervous by how he was pacing and coming up with excessive theories.

“Minho, you have to sleep.” She sighed as she pulled blanket over herself while laying on the couch. “We’ll continue looking tomorrow but you’re no good if tired!”

“I don’t know how you could sleep in a time like this!” He snapped. “He could be doing anything to her! All her progress will be for nothing! And it’s my fault.”

“Stop it!” Jeongyeon yelled. “You had your moment of pity! Now get it together and rest so we can find her tomorrow!”

“Okay.” He sighed. “But first thing in the morning we start looking!”

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It was hard to tell if it was morning since there were no windows. You assumed it was considering how long you slept. You felt a little drowsy, knowing it was whatever he put in that milk.

Looking at your hand, you realize that you weren’t cuffed to the bed rail. The door was open as well.

Nothing was restraining you which was weird so you cautiously stood and walked up the stairs.

You could hear Chan humming away in the kitchen. He’s definitely cooking something.

Straight ahead you spot the door. It wasn’t like the one at his house. It was just a regular lock.

Running to the door would risk you getting caught as it passed right by the kitchen. Surely he’d spot you.

But you were determined. No way you’d let him keep you here. Especially without a fight so you did it. You took the risk.

As you ran to the door, Chan had heard you and was quick to react. Just as you reached for the door he grabbed you from behind.

“Baby, what are you doing?!” He laughed while pulling you away.

“Let me go!” You yelled while fighting back. “Let go of me you maniac!”

You actually put up a good fight. You weren’t as easy to subdue as you once were and you even managed to slip out of his gasp momentary.

“Stop it!” He yelled while pushing you into the wall.

“No no no!” You cried out as he tried holding you still, your cheek practically smushed against the wall.

You were getting tired and he was too strong. Eventually he managed to pick you up completely and bring you to his room where he tossed you on your stomach on the bed.

“You’re gonna make daddy mad.” He said sternly, obviously trying to control his anger.

“You’re not my daddy!” You yelled out. “You never were! Fuck you, you Monster!”

Suddenly you feel your pants an underwear being yanked down and the sound of something unbuckling.

“You make me do this, y/n.”

Suddenly a sharp sting strikes your bare bottom. You screamed into the sheets when realizing he was using his belt.

Again he spanked you. Then again. And again. Each one stinging more than the last. You were a mess of tears and screamed after each strike.

“Stop!” You cried out as he hit you again. You bit your sleeve to cover the scream but it wasn’t much help.

He did it again, yelling something about you being a bad girl. Then about you being a whore.

It was tearing you apart and you sobbed loudly.

“Stop stop! I’m sorry!”

“You’re what?!” He pinched your reddened cheek, making you shriek in pain and bury your face in the sheets.

“Im sorry! Im sorry!” You sobbed into the sheets, muffling your cries. “Daddy I’m sorry! Im sorry!”

“What do call me?!” Again he pinched at the skin and you screamed into the sheets.

“DADDY! DADDY! YOU’RE DADDY!!”

He seemed satisfied and pulled you up by your arm.

“That’s all you had to say babygirl.” He said while hugging your shaking body. You held onto him as well and continued quietly sobbing.

“I’m sorry I hurt you baby.” He said while rubbing your cheek. “It wasn’t-… it wasn’t supposed to be like this…”

He wiped away some tears but your cheeks still looked stained and your eyes were puffy. In fact your whole face seemed flushed. He felt bad. Really bad. He didn’t want to hurt you like that! You’re his baby! He just lost control that’s all… right?

Chan helped you put your underwear and pants back on and kissed your cheek and then your forehead. “I’m so sorry…”

He sounded like he was gonna cry.

“I made you breakfast, baby.” He said as if trying to uplift the mood.

You nodded and quietly followed him to the dining table where he set down a plate with pancakes and strawberries in front of you.

You watched as he poured syrup on the food and cut you a piece.

Just as before, he fed you the breakfast and you didn’t resist him.

After finishing, he took the dish to the sink and came back with some juice.

“Baby… I-… I have something for you…” he said while looking down.

You didn’t respond, only watched as he opened the nearby closet.

A moment goes by and he pulls out what seems to be a gift basket and a plushie.

“Your birthday was a few days ago… and I had this for you…”

You stared at the items. Another rilakkuma bear, similar to the one you had before but bigger. Way bigger. The basket also had other smaller gifts inside.

Chan took one of the small boxes and pulled out a necklace, a pretty one with your birth stone.

He pulled out a hair bow and lipglosses along with some earrings.

There were also some candies and another small plushy. Then he pulled out a card, giving it to you to read.

You opened it slowly and bit your lip as you read it in your head.

Y/N, my sweet babygirl,

Oh how I missed you. I’ve been waiting for the day to have you back home and in my arms. I may have missed you birthday but I still love you more than ever. I missed you so much! I couldn’t live with myself! I miss having my baby at home. I miss taking care of you. I know that sometimes I’m scary but I don’t mean it. I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you. And this year I promise to be better. I love you. Forever.

— Daddy ♡

You looked back up at the man before his gave you a soft kiss on the lips. Was he serious? He’s an awful boyfriend! And yet somehow still… loving?

“I’m… im gonna go to my room…” you said in a small voice as you grabbed the plush, hugging it while going back to the basement.

You hugged the bear while laying on the bed, quietly crying to yourself.

“Idiot!”

You hear a sudden shout from upstairs.

“You hurt her!!”

It was Chan. And he was beating himself up over what transpired. He wanted to be gentle but he lost control. Now he’s pissed at himself slamming things around as he shouted insults at himself.

You stayed quiet. Best to stay out that that crossfire…

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The next morning jeongyeon woke up to Minho rapidly typing on his laptop. He was at the dinner table looking like he hadn’t slept much.

“Minho? Did you even sleep?!”

“2 hours.” He said bluntly.

Your friend sighed as she left to go freshen up a little.

“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do?!”

Minho was angrily yelled the police on the phone. He was tired and frustrated, not a good combination.

“She did not choose to leave!” He shouted. “We can’t go wait that long!!”

Jeongyeon came back and looked around seeing if she could find anything left behind.

Minho hung up and threw the phone across the room nearly scaring jeongyeon.

“What happened?!”

“She’s an adult so we can’t report her missing until 48 hours has passed.” He sighed.

“What??”

“They said she could’ve left on her own.” He replied.

“So we just wait??”

“No. We’re gonna find her!” He snapped.

“We don’t even have a starting point. How are we going to track them??”

“I’ll figure it out…” he said, sounding more determined. “We’re getting her back…”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A special sort of craving 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

Summary: A stranger appears at your cafe and leaves you unsettled.

Part of the Backwood AU

Note: I found this in my docs and then I was like this could be an AU and people will hate me but here we are. I am heavily considering adding at least one other character to the AU bc I have an idea I don't think i'll ever get to full length with.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

He doesn’t belong. Not in this sleepy village. You can tell by the ring on his pinky, a golden signet that boasts of wealth not known to the farmers and lumberers of the desolate locale. His cheeks are red as if he didn’t expect the crisp autumn bite, though his jacket is unzipped to his chest, revealing a golf shirt with some designer logo sewn into the collar.

He tilts his head as he considers the glass display with shelves of bite-sized tarts and fragrant pies. You approach the other side, standing on tiptoes to see over it. His eyes slowly rise with your movement, a dimple in his cheek of amusement. You skirt around to the side of the display and lean over the lower counter so he can see you.

“Hello, you looking for something in particular?” you ask.

“Something sweet,” he answers, his crooked grin lingers as he lets his gaze wander back to the pies, “cherry… it’s been a while since I had a nice, juicy cherry pie.”

He licks his lips with the last word, reaching up to brush his fingertips over his bristly mustache. Your smile threatens to falter but you keep it on. He definitely isn’t from around here. Not with his accent or the hair slicked back so neatly.

“You want a slice?” you ask brightly. “Two bucks for a slice, twelve for the whole thing.”

“Hmm?” he raises a brow and sidles over to stand across from you.

“The pie,” you say as he puts a hand on the counter, leaning in as his other rests on his hip, “did you want some?”

His eyes fall down to the top of your apron, the red and white checker distracting him as you mindlessly flick the frill around the skirt. His smirk blooms fully and he stands straight.

“Wouldn’t mind a slice… of the pie,” he says as if it’s some joke. You don’t get it.

“Sure,” you say as you go behind the display and take out the cherry pie. You take it to the metal table behind you as you hear him, sense him looming along the counter. “You want anything to drink, sir? Some milk? Tea? Coffee? We do a combo for three-fifty.”

“Mm-mm-mm, a nice glass of milk would go nice with the pie,” he purrs, “they usually got you working all alone, sweetness?”

You look over your shoulder as you shovel a slice onto a plate, little flowers painted around the waffled trim.

“It’s my shop,” you say as you take the dish and grab a fork from the tray. You place it beside the till and type in the total, “cash or card, sir?”

“You own all this?” he leans his elbows on the counter, bent at the waist as he looks up at you.

“Sir,” you nod. 

“Card,” he stands and stretches his arms over him before he drops his hands, poking his fingers in his back pocket.

“I’ll get that milk,” you say as he swipes his card, “and I’ll bring this over to you if you wanna sit.”

“Ah, table service, I like it,” he says as the machine chirps and accepts his payment, “you country folk are all so… nice, aren’t you?”

“Suppose,” you say as you open the fridge and take out a small carton.

You glance over as he tucks away his wallet. He winks and walks away. He drapes his jacket over the chair by the window as you grab a glass and hurry over to the counter. You place the glass and carton on his table as he sits. You go back to the counter and bring him the pie.

“You visiting someone?” you ask curiously.

He looks at you pointedly. You hesitate. You forget that the city slickers don’t like questions, but everyone in the village knows each other, so your habit has you careless.

“Bought some house called ‘The Grove’,” he answers as he pushes the fork through the braided crust, “apparently it’s a big deal.”

“The Grove?” you can’t help your surprise, “wow.”

He scoffs, hardly amused, and slides the fork into his mouth, sucking off the pie as he watches you. He chews and swallows slowly as he hovers the silver over the oozing pie.

“You know it?”

“It’s pretty far out,” you say, “but yeah, everyone knows The Grove.”

“Sure,” he pokes a cherry so the juice leaks out, “this is good pie. You make all these?”

“It’s my recipe, but I think Melinda did that one.”

“Don’t get good home cooking like this in the city,” he plops the cherry in his mouth and his jaw tenses with the tartness, he hums in satisfaction. He looks you up and down once more, “don’t get that personal touch.”

“I’m glad you like it, I’ll let Melinda know,” you push your hands into the large pockets of your apron, a movement that further catches his attention.

“Sounds good, cupcake,” he opens the carton and pours the milk into the glass, “you do delivery?”

“Sundays,” you answer, “not that we get many requests but…”

“Personal deliveries,” he insists, “like you said, house is far away, and I’m new in town. Wouldn’t mind a familiar face and a nice pie.”

You rub your neck, “well I don’t usually do the deliveries.”

“Melinda?” he prompts.

“No, Terry takes them with the lumber.”

“Mm,” he frowns, “right… guess I’ll just make the trip in.”

“Okay,” you nod, “let me know if ya need anything else.”

“Oh, I definitely will,” he slithers as you slowly turn away.

You feel him watching you as you try to hide behind the counter. You take a cloth and the cleaner and start wiping down the back of the display. You hear the clink of his fork against the plate.

City people are always a bit odd, but he gives you a bad feeling.

[jymwahuwu]

I've been thinking about mara struck Jing Yuan...he'll be more aggressive and protective. Honestly, you can see his mara struck from miles away ever since he started being more clingy and possessive than usual. But when the mara finally strikes, it's like all hell breaks loose and Jing Yuan just straight up kidnaps you from Luofu. Yes they might have facilities to help people who are getting mara struck, but if it means he needs to be separated from his wife then he rather runs away while bringing you along with him.

He won't hesitate anymore to fuck you anytime he wants. He's no longer the patient, sweet and vanilla man he used to be. He's now a desperate man who only wants the attention of his wifey, and he also won't hesitate to breed you until you are full of his baby seeds <3. Jing Yuan would also dirty talk you more often, saying nasty things about how much he wants to touch and see your whole body everyday, how much he loves seeing his cum leaking from your pussy everyday.

The type of man who will drink all of his wife's breast milk, no matter how much you begged him to stop since it's supposed for your baby.

But on the other hand, imagine Jing Yuan already maa struck, but sane enough to not let anyone notice and still be a general. Yet when it's just the two of you, he'll become a mean bastard who gropes you everywhere. The amount of times the two of you having sex outside is getting out of hand, him saying the warmth of your pussy is the only thing that can help him calm his mara and even saying he wants to fucks his babies into you right in the middle of the day.

How could you put this into my head? 😩💞I have always been worried about Jing Yuan getting mara in the future. Blade said that everyone has a different way of experiencing mara. Let’s explore the two ways you mentioned🤔

CW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, angst, forced pregnancy, lactation

It is indeed possible that Jing Yuan can maintain his sanity and continue to do his job as a general. He needs something to hold his mara down, and that's you <3! Before this the General was just waiting for you to visit him at work and bring some comfort food, but now you have to stay by his side all the time. He undresses you and gropes you, rubbing his cock against your folds. You're often sitting uncomfortably in wet panties that you can't change.

As for another possibility, Jing Yuan has always been responsible for Xianzhou. He maintains an upbeat and relaxed demeanor, but that's just a disguise - those friends and enemies are now gone from his side. Occasionally, Jing Yuan misses those good times. Under normal circumstances, they can be suppressed, but these emotions and memories are strengthened in mara's state. Those images frequently appeared in his mind...

gathering with old friends, laughing and playing, companions lost on the battlefield, young self, him who never thought of being a general…

And you - the scene of leaving him repeatedly appeared in his dreams, and in blurred illusions. Different stories, but the same thing is that you show a vague - disappearing look, smile, wave to him, then turn around and slowly walk away. Sometimes, you even have new friend and lover around you. He stretched out his hand, but it was like fishing for the moon in the water, unable to touch your figure.

The general woke up with a start, touched his side, and hugged you into his arms. Those golden eyes like lions did not close all night.

After the curse of longevity really happened, the Ten-Lords Commission arranged for people to take him away, but when they arrived, the general had already taken you away from Luofu. He retained his remaining sanity and left instructions to Fuxuan and Yanqing, passing on the responsibility of managing Luofu to them.

So of course!! He acts possessive in this situation!

Jing Yuan bought a new property on a planet, not as big a mansion as the General's Mansion, but luxurious enough for living. He needs to be alone with you and live a peaceful life, and some strange voices in his ears keep urging him to possess and penetrate you. Be prepared to be pushed onto the bed, on the table, or even caressed in the bathtub. You watched in panic as he took your phone away. "Wait …!! it's not what you think…" Jing Yuan usually lifts you up with his strong arms, pulls your legs apart and thrusts, allowing you to fully receive the seeds .

No. He doesn’t believe you’re out just to buy ingredients <3 Why is your message asking friends for advice?

Jing Yuan is still good at sweet talk. He noticed your twitch under his compliment. He never fails to praise and adore your body and cuteness. Watching you squirt on the bed, you stick out your tongue unconsciously. There is no doubt about your pregnancy.

The day your buds leaked milk, Jing Yuan had been lying on your body, sucking and teasing your areola, which tasted sweet, creamy, and warm. You sobbed, pushing his white hair with your hands and explaining that it was for the baby. The tip of his tongue licks away the drop of white milk from your areola, responds with some vague sounds, and uses his thumb to rub and circle to stimulate.

He knows what he's doing.

He had never been so awake.

If the long life has been about losing, then he has something precious to keep as well.

So that his humanity will not be destroyed.

[daisynik7]

HI CAN YOU DO GOJO AS UR BF HEADCANNONS

I'm not doing requests anymore, nor have a I ever written for Gojo before, BUT I just can't resist this one ;) I hope you like it! these are silly

boyfriend!Gojo is an absolute menace; he's the type of boyfriend who loves scaring you around the house. Hiding behind doors, crouching beneath the dinner table, crawling under the bed to swipe at your ankles when you least expect it. He's got compilation videos of you jumping a foot in the air or throwing your slipper at him for scaring you so bad. He watches them often when he needs a pick-me-up.

boyfriend!Gojo is an absolute pest; he'll drink straight out of the milk carton, leave the potato chip bags open so that they go stale. When he's forced to washed dishes, he'll do it until he gets bored, which is only after one plate and a spoon. Then he'll whine about it, begging you to take over. He offers to make it up to you, sliding his blindfold off his face seductively, pouting his lips. "If you know what I mean," he adds, wiggling his eyebrows.

boyfriend!Gojo is an absolute mess; he hates using a GPS to navigate to a new destination, claiming he's got enough eyes to find it perfectly fine. Of course, he always gets lost, refusing to pull over to get any kind of directions, still determined that he can find it on his own. You're always at least half an hour late to gatherings whenever he drives because of his stubbornness.

boyfriend!Gojo is an absolute fiend; he takes every chance he can to grab your ass in public. Be it the grocery store, walking down the street, even at your family party. No matter how many times you insist that he control his urges, he just can't. "Sometimes, you just gotta smack that ass!" he exclaims, proceeding to do it while you stand in line at the pharmacy. You drag him out of there as soon as you check out, mortified while he chuckles heartily.

In spite of all this, boyfriend!Gojo is an absolute dream. He makes you laugh, protects you, keeps you safe. Above all, he loves you above and beyond, always going the extra mile to show it.

[seuonji]

night shift ★彡 xu minghao

xu minghao x yn ln

彡when yn’s juniors finds trouble with some fellow college mates, yn goes through mountains just to get them justice, even if it means needing to infiltrate and make friends with the most intimidating clique on campus.

masterlist

#11 monopoly! | #12 an easy man! | #13 kuromi pic!

notes: there’s a writing part under the cut! (1.7k words)

you stood infront of the door not knowing what to expect. you could hear the faint party music despite being outside, it felt like this was the type of situation that would end up with the house getting raided by the police. if that wasn’t unsettling enough, this was an apartment unit, surely they were getting noise complaints?

but you couldn’t care less, all you cared about was getting whatever gossip you needed. for vernon, right? ironically you wanted this so called mission to be over with just so that jeonghan could get off your ass.

you knocked the pale white door and waited for a response and luckily the response came quick as the door swung open.

unfortunately, much to your dismay it just had to be soonyoung that opened it.

you hadn’t quite forgave him for the things he said about joshua but you had to get over it.

“yn?” soonyoung quietly screeched out of shock yet he had a smile on.

he seemed to be already by the door and he had the typical red cup in his hand. he was in the middle of a conversation with another guy but they didn’t treat you like a stranger. “oh? the vice?” the friend tilted his head as he moved to the side so that you could walk in.

“hi! my names yn!” you introduced yourself as if they didn’t know who you were.

the friend smiled as he replied, “i’m seokmin.”

“i didn’t know you were coming today!” soonyoung patted your back, “do you need help getting around or are you with someone?”

“uhm well—“

you got cut off by a tap on your shoulder. “yn,” minghao softly called but it was loud enough for you to hear.

suddenly your heart raised but in a good way. you were glad he was here.

“hey,” you huffed out.

“hao you didn’t tell me yn was coming!” soonyoung jokingly whined.

minghao just squinted his eyes confused at the assumption since he never invited you in the first place, “mingyu’s the one that invited yn.”

soonyoung leaned back and covered his mouth, “woah that guy is unbelievable.”

“do you want a drink yn?” seokmin whispered while the other two discussed why you were here.

“oh that would be lovely,” you nodded as you followed him.

soonyoung was busy pondering where mingyu got the the guts to invite you while minghao couldn’t be less bothered by the situation.

+

“alcohol yn?” seokmin turned his head to you as he prepared to mix up a drink.

you felt overwhelmed by the options but you stayed simple and pointed to one of the cartons in the ice bucket. “i’ll just have a cup of apple juice.”

“ah okay,” seokmin hummed as he poured you a glass.

he got a glass for himself and he started a conversation, “so how’s working at icey milk?”

you didn’t exactly know why you were with him here alone but he seemed like one of the nicer bunch in the group.

“oh right you worked there right!” you had a shocked face on as if you didn’t stalk him that one day.

“i still do! i’m pretty sure my shift got moved when you got hired,” he looked upwards as he thought about the situation.

you were in the middle of taking a sip of your drink as he revealed that but you abruptly stopped as you heard him, “no way! i’m so sorry, did you like your shift?”

“well i actually prefer my current shift, i have less working days than you,” he chuckled.

“i was more or less concerned cause since my shift changed, it meant that minghao would be working with new people,” seokmin paused as he took a glance at minghao who was helplessly trying to get soonyoung to stand up straight, seemed like the alcohol hit him early.

“but shockingly, he seems like he’s having more fun in his new shift compared to when we were there,” he finished his sentence as he looked back to you.

your eyes were on seokmin the whole time. you didn’t know how to interpret his words but just as you were about to ask what he meant, someone showed up.

“yn! you made it!” mingyu placed his hand on your shoulder.

“hey! yea i did,” you nodded your head.

it was hard to adapt to the environment but if you just pulled out whatever extrovert cards you had, tonight might turn out okay.

“glad you could, you look great tonight,” he complimented to which you said a simple thanks.

“bunch of us are playing cards in the back, wanna join?” he invited both you and seokmin. you have a look to seokmin who seemed to have an excited face on.

it would’ve been embarrassing to reject so you fearlessly accepted, “let’s go!”

+

“to start off simple, let’s play old maid! if your last card is the joker, you lose,” one of the guys sitting in the circle briefly explained as he shuffled then distributed the cards.

you played that game like possibly fifty times with minghao, you think you’ve mastered how to conceal your expression while being able to read others.

but you weren’t playing with minghao, you were in between mingyu and seokmin and the rest were strangers. you didn’t feel like you needed to try.

you held your cards and got rid of the pairs, there was no joker which meant you were semi safe.

but somewhere around the end, you ended up getting the joker card from seokmin. the groan you let out made it visible you now had the joker card which made mingyu wary.

a few more passes went by and suddenly, it was just you and mingyu.

you also only had two cards left, a 2 spade card and the joker. somehow mingyu never plucked it out since earlier, seokmin must’ve lied when he said his luck was shit. but perhaps, his luck would act up now.

to your luck, it did.

everyone watched intently as you held your two cards out. mingyu took a second to examine it as if he could see through the cards.

“we don’t have all day now mingyu,” you cheekily said.

mingyu snorted and quickly took a card.

you no longer had the joker.

mingyu’s head fell down and after a sullen shuffle, he held his two cards out for you to take from.

and to your luck, you confidently plucked out the pairing to your 2 spade card with zero hesitation.

“aha!” you cheered a bit too loudly.

to say the least, people had seen a new side of the vice today and people did not understand why you weren’t invited to parties earlier.

“that was cool yn,” mingyu breathed out with a laugh as he poured you another drink.

“thanks mingyu,” you beamed before taking a gulp of your drink.

he was a calm guy. for some reason you expected a short tempered man, sure it was just a card game but he took his loss well.

mingyu was, surprisingly sweet. he was probably the sweetest guy in the room alongside seokmin, but you didn’t understand why you’d rather be talking to someone else than him.

what irked you more was that it seemed like you had nothing to exploit of them.

you could only hope this was their nice guy facade but even if it was, the one who gets hurt in the end is you.

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you just followed the flow of the party and played whatever games and danced to whatever music came on. you spent most of the night with mingyu and seokmin and honestly, it was not bad.

soon enough, the party started to die down and people were headed home.

“how’re you going home yn?” mingyu asked as you two stood in the tranquil kitchen.

“mm, i could just get a taxi? or is it called an uber nowadays?” you tapped your chin thinking of how to get home. you did not think this far. usually you’d just have seungcheol bring you home but you didn’t want to bother him at two am in the morning.

“i’ll bring you home then,” mingyu said in a way where he wasn’t really giving you any options.

“what? why?”

“you just said you’ll get a taxi? i’m not letting you go off alone like that! c’mon i’ll drive you right now as a thanks for coming today,” he started pushing you towards the door.

“what?— fine, fine!”

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the car ride was noisy. noisy in a way that was comfortable.

the windows were down and you were spewing out random information like, why were you in the student council.

“you joined the student council just for fun?” he shouted out loud.

“why’s that a shock? i thought everyone said were incompetent,” you giggled.

“you guys? incompetent? maybe you just hang around minghao too much but i’ve seen joshua, that guy is always doing something new and helpful for the school isn’t he?”

finally, a conversation you were interested in, “that’s our president,” you said in a daze.

“well we’re here,” he sighed as the car slowed down. you looked out and saw home.

“ah, thank you so much mingyu!” you placed your hand on his before getting out and distancing yourself away from the car, just reasonable enough to say goodbye. but mingyu slightly stood up from his seat and placed his head out yhe passenger window, “yn! do you want to get lunch with me tomorrow?”

no way. he wanted to get to know you more. he was so incredibly easy.

“got work tomorrow tho,” you tilted your head.

“would you have energy afterwards?” he mocked the way you tilted your head.

“guess well have to see, you know where i work,” you smirked as you turned around.

mingyu had a grin on the whole time. he didn’t know if he meant to go out with you platonically or romantically but he mostly just wanted to get to know his new friend better.

“night yn,” he whispered not thinking you heard it with the way you were so far. you did hear him but you didn’t reply, you were too busy thinking about what the fuck you were going to do about tomorrow.

funfact: mingyu’s parties super well known around sebong college and there’s usually one held every month. the 95s used to joke that it was some sort of lame party that was only attended by people that peaked in highschool.

they only talked about it like that because they were salty non of them were ever invited.

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"mundane hcs" but its acc just shit i do on a daily basis

ANYWAYS, a list of random things i do that i think tts & vat7k characters would do‼️(this is like most characters btw, like not js the main ones this is like as many as i can remeber and that fit with my self projection

lance will get home from the busiest day ever and the first thing he does is make himself a bowl of ice cream, no matter what hour of the day, he WILL have a bowl of ice cream

varian tries to brush his teeth twice a day but usually how it goes is he takes a shower and then lays and bed lying to himself like "yeah ill js rest my eyes for a couple minutes and then ill get up" and then he actually falls asleep, but every morning he brushes his teeth with no problems

eugene used to brag about how many cavities hed get until he had to take care of them and started missing when he didnt have any

rapunzel can be mid convo with somebody while texting them and then out of the blue just space out and like "huh..." when she realizes what js happened

cassandra and yong are both lactose intolerant but cass tries to take care of herself(she drinks almond milk & eats frozen yogurt which are 10/10 alternatives for non-lactose free items BTW) but yong just keeps eating everything and then wonders why he feel absolutely diobolical 10 mins later

catalina says shell start a book and then reads 1 page then forgets about it for around 3 months ans then remeber and the gets so focused on it no one knows if shes okay, angry does the same thing but with tv shows

nuru tends to not stop what shes doing to go pee so shes suffered the consequences(shes had a UTI before)

rapunzel, despite telling everyone around her to drink water, shes always suprisingly dehydrated

ulla will wake up at random times at night wondering why the fuck shes awake and then go right back to bed like nothing happened

donella has thought of multiple schemes to kill people but has decided that for her own good she will not commit any of them

quirin forgets to say please and thank you at restruants and then says them last minute and then gets so embarrassed and akward he will just flat out stop talking, he passed this onto varian who seems to suffer with this to even MORE extent bcuz he doesnt realize when someone is complimenting him so he'll just stare at them and then be liek "oh!! oh my gosh thank you!!" but the person already walked away and now he feels like an asshole

adira will wear the same pair of pants for 3 weeks straight w/o washing them bcuz she wears other pairs in between that pair so she has a pant cycle, but none of the pants get washed until she can acc smell like dog shit on them or smth and realizes just how morbidly gross they are

hector says hes a hopeless romantic but has never fallen in love a day in his life

donella knows every word to satisfied from hamilton but she literallt doesnt relate to angelica in any way, shape, or form

catalina is a shameless taylor swift fan

angry is a taylor fan but she will always refuse to admit it bcuz idk she feels ashamed

rapunzel will find a band that scratches her brain and listen to that band until it is literally impossible for her to do so anymore

cassandra loves fettuchini alfredo

king edmund is an accidental social butterfly

queen ariana had attempted to drown willow in a pool more times than she can count

kind fredric will butt into random convos if even just 1 word peaks his intrest

hugo knows how to crochet but never has enough money or motivation to actually make something even mildly useful

hugo is a "booktok" girly but he doesnt and never has had enough money to invest in the shit ton pile of books he wants

varian would rather go to a meuseum then lay in bed at his house

ulla would do cartwheels in an aquarium if she could w/o getting kicked out

cyrus says goodnight and goodbye to everyone but can never muster up to say "i love you" after just bcuz he thinks itll be too akward😓

amber is the type of gay girl to say "ewww lesbian/gay" to her friend/gf bcuz they say smth gay knowing she is just as queer

uhhhh thats all i can think of rn, but like this is mostly based off shit i do... so take all that as you will🤺‼️ ill post any art i decide to shit out in the next couple of days on here but also a reminder i am painfully active on pintrest so uhhh ya:3!! BTW most of these hcs are just stupid and for fun so like pls dont get offended and feel free to add on or give suggestions:3!!

[honeykyeom]

bad habits

pairing: frat president!seungcheol x gn reader

word count: ~700 words

*reuploaded from my now deactivated blog @sluttymingyu

warnings/authors note: oral (male receiving), teasing reader and teasing seungcheol, college party setting (sorry 😔)

18+ content below!

you and seungcheol had been talking for awhile, almost 2 months; you could say you knew his style and type. as the fraternity president, he’s usually looking for a quick fuck and dips, so to say you’ve kept his interest for as long as you did when he could have anyone who threw themselves at his chiseled body was impressive enough. the sexual text messages and provocative photos you two sent each other had reached its breaking point though, with your patience running thin. no

as you enter the throng of people, you see him on the couch in the middle of the living room, whispering in the ear of a girl, her high-pitched giggle immediately sendings waves of annoyance throughout your body. you roll your eyes, following your friend to the kitchen and making sure to walk past seungcheol, hips swaying from side to side and ass on display, to catch his attention. 

when you start to mix your drink at the kitchen counter, you feel a hand snake around your waist, pulling you close. you smirk to yourself, the touch not unfamiliar as you know your plan worked.

“not going to say hi to me, baby?” seungcheol purrs in your ear, making the hairs stand up on the back of your neck and shivers tingle down your spine. you’d never let him know that though, as you twist in his hold, coming face to face with his smug smirk, a nonchalant expression on your own features. 

“you looked busy.” your red solo cup reaches your lips, keeping eye contact with seungcheol as his eyes follow your movements. a tension builds, almost palpable when a cocked brow grows on seungcheol’s face as he assesses your own demeanor. 

“never too busy for you,” he teases as you roll your eyes. seungcheol tugs on your belt loops, pulling you impossibly close to his body, his large hands rubbing against your ass. he watches intently as your tongue reaches out to moisten your lips, the thoughts in his mind running a mile a minute.

the night is definitely getting more interesting than you anticipated. 

the bass from the living room speakers booms against your knees, the vibrations adding friction to the arousal in between your legs as you guide seungcheol’s cock into the back of your throat. your mouth fit around him comfortably, his girth making it difficult to swallow him whole. his hand coaxes the back of your head, gently pushing you further along his length and making you choke, the sensation making his cock throb. his moans fill the small bathroom and his hand grips your hair when he sees you look back up at him, tears filling your eyes. “that’s right, fucking take all of me, baby..”

when you look up at seungcheol, the harsh yellow of the overhead lighting couldn’t overtake the pure gratification you feel seeing his eyes closed, head tilted back and his mouth fit into a tight ‘o’ shape. light beads of sweat grace his skin, emphasizing his toned chest that peaked from his unbuttoned shirt and you grip his jeans as he starts to lose control, pumping his cock into your mouth at a rough pace. he looks down at you, his previously perfectly tousled hair now drenched, falling in front of his dark eyes, completely filled with lust and arousal. “just like that, fuck. you’re going to make me cum with that mouth of yours. ”

your pride reaches an all time high at his words, gaining the courage to hollow your cheeks and suck him into your mouth as he continues to thrust inside of your mouth. he doesn’t last long, ropes of thick, white substance shooting straight into your throat. his guttural moan could barely be heard over the muffled music, his thrusts slowing as he comes down from his high and making sure he milks every last drop into your mouth. 

when you swallow his cum, he softly grabs your chin, giving you sweet praises with his touch alone and making you look him in the eyes. they’re dark, completely blown out from arousal and filled with fire as he says, his voice low and radiating heat, “fuck, you’ve ruined me for everyone else, sweetheart.”

[unhonest-iago]

Just. Tea.

Dipper

Orders the drink with the most caffeine in it. Is the type of customer who tries to find out how many shots of espresso the barista can legally put in the drink.

Just to then add a red bull on top of all of it. More of a Dutch Bros customer than a Starbies

Some days he doesn’t feel like coffee so he’ll drink straight black coffee. Even adds salt to it, though by accident. 

Is the only one out of the group who has a rewards card

Mabel

Is the 'I'll have a mocha caramel latte-chino / Made with skim milk, no whipped cream /' type of customer where it's not a complex order by any means, just long winded

Orders the sweetest, most colorful drinks on the menu; y'know those unicorn frappes? exactly that. Something that would give anyone a cavity.

When she does go against her usual go-to order, it's for those holiday specials. Like how there's pumpkin spice in October, peppermint in November, and then eggnog in December.

Asks for a straw no matter the drink, a collection of straw wrappers stuck at the bottom of a cup holder. Ends up making orgami stars out of them before throwing them away.

Soos

Doesn't really drink coffee or tea. If he does, orders a hot chocolate or a chai tea. Prefers soft drinks as his mode of caffeine

Collects soda tabs in a box/jar, makes a random figurine out of them once it’s filled up

Will surprise the rest of the crew with their coffee order every once in a while

Mabel coaxes him into trying a sip of her’s as to convert him to the ‘dark side,’ maniacally laughing afterwards

Wendy

Similarly to Soos, Wendy gets either a steamed apple juice or steamed milk type of drink

Using the cup more as a hand warmer no matter the season

Switches to a strawberry lemonade in the summer if they have it, or a herbal tea with honey in it

Has had a few books taken out of her pay checks after accidentally using them as a coaster

[machveil]

Johnny not being picky about food, that’s the post.

he wasn’t picky as a kid, and he definitely isn’t picky as an adult. he has next to no problems with food textures or tastes, he just cares that he’s eating something. is there too much salt in this? Johnny’ll eat it, he doesn’t mind. there’s burnt bits on your food? hand ‘em over, he doesn’t mind extra crunch. dropped a fry? five second rule, shove over, he’s reaching for it.

pregnancy cravings? yeah, he’s down for whatever weird combo is next. barbecue chips and chocolate pudding? he likes those separately, they’re probably just as good together.

he’s the type to eat a mouth full of baby food to make the baby want it and thinks “this isn’t so bad” it is that bad. yeah, it’s mushy, but it’s apple, banana, and strawberry! what do you mean it’s gross? the baby eats it, it’s fine.

kid won’t finish their plate? he’s still got room, hand it over. kid doesn’t want to eat their veggies? Johnny’ll show them they’re tasty, look, he likes them. still don’t want it? fine by him, he’ll polish off those carrots, go grab him some ranch.

he doesn’t like straight black coffee, but even then he’d still drink it if there isn’t milk or sugar. his spice tolerance is terrible, but he’d happily eat spicy food… yeah, he’s a little snotty and tearing up, ignore that—

[aira-writes]

Being Dabi's Girl

Pairings: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Genre: headcanons, fluff, humor, crack, bnha-imagines, college au

Warnings: language, sexually suggestive

Characters are aged up

A/n: This is not proof-read so read at your own risk. Hope you’ll like this. Dabi might be a bit OOC on this one.

❧ being Dabi’s girl means getting kissed by him at random times.

❧ he'll place his palm on the side of your cheek—abruptly but gently pulling your face towards his without any warning.

❧ you’re baking and busy mixing a bowl of batter in your hand?

❧ Dabi’s big, warm, and calloused hands cupping your cheek, him leaning down to your height, and him smashing his lips on to your chocolate smudged ones—all in a swift motion

❧ “think it needs more chocolate, doll.” he smirks at you, licking his own lip.

❧ you’d just stand there, in a daze, trying to get over what had happened.

❧ your sneaky boyfriend would just raise his eyebrows at you, smirking and teasing you with his eyes.

❧ “I—”

❧ “oh and stop tasting the batter every 5 mins or you'll ran out of mixture, doll.”

❧ and with that, he went straight to the fridge and took out a jug of milk

❧ the guy already took a swig when you finally were able to get over your dazed state

❧ “Babe!—I told you not to drink directly on the jug.”

❧ “whoops, my bad.” he chuckled and wiped his mouth using the back of his hand.

❧ You rolled your eyes at his teasing stare.

❧ “I’ll do that next time. Promise.” he leaned down and kissed your forehead before walking out the kitchen

❧ another time, you were studying in your study room since the exams were coming up.

❧ a few scattered pens lied on top of your table, together with your notes, thick books, scrunched up papers, your laptop and a black americano to keep you awake for the rest of the night.

❧ you were busy reading a paragraph when you heard the door creaked open.

❧ you didn’t have to guess who it was

❧ “jgh. What you up to, doll?” you heard him speak, your back still turned on him

❧ “hey baby. I’m studying for my exams.” you replied back, nose still buried in the book you’re reading as you typed on your laptop.

❧ you heard him walk towards where you were and stopped behind you, leaning forwards a bit to take a glimpse of what you were working on your laptop

❧ you still had your eyes glued to your laptop, typing away as you summarized a topic.

❧ you knew he was just close even when you have your back turned on him because you could smell a quiff of his cologne.

❧ “are you hungry, baby? There’s some food in—” you were about to face your boyfriend when your swivel chair was spun around all of a sudden

❧ and before you knew it, a pair of lips connected on to yours cutting of what you were going to say

❧ those pair of lips gave yours a teasing nibble before you were swung back around making you face your laptop again.

❧ “—famished.” he whispered in your ear that sent tingles to your spine

❧ then he walked back to the door. “Where did you say the food was, doll?”

❧ you didn't have to turn around to know that your cocky boyfriend must be smirking right now, amazed at what's he's done and amazed at the reaction he got from you.

❧ you blinked once, twice, then trice

❧ damn you cocky dabi

❧ “uh—um—k-kitchen.” you stuttered out the words and meeped at yourself for being such a blabbering mess.

❧ “thanks, baby. I'll come back up when I'm done.” he left the room and you didn't fail to hear his chuckle as he closed the door shut

❧ you facepalmed with exasperation.

❧ he and his damn steal-kissing-thingy!

❧ earlier, you wanted to smack the smirk off his face because he once again stole a kiss and caught you offguard— he even managed to distract you from studying

❧ but you already felt the heat rising to your cheeks

❧ and you definitely didn't want to give him the satisfaction that he succeeded in getting a reaction from you

❧ so you resisted the urge to smack your boyfriend's face with a thick book at that moment.

❧ being Dabi’s girl also means sleeping on a different position at night and waking up to a different sleeping position in the morning

❧ it’s no surprise that Dabi is a touchy kinda boyfriend.

❧ he may not be verbal about his clingy side, but his actions really shows that side of him

❧ one time, you were taking a little longer than usual in the bathroom because you were applying your night skin care routine

❧ unbeknownst to you—while you were busy humming a tune and putting on some acne spot treatments, your boyfriend was getting impatient as he waited in bed

❧ “fuck!”

❧ “That would’ve been a fun word to hear from you, if you were actually right beside me in bed and cradled in my arms, doll.”

❧ you were startled upon seeing a figure in the mirror. He was leaning against the doorway and with his arms crossed against his chest— a figure in which you were damn sure, wasn’t there a second ago

❧ you rolled your eyes “you scared me, baby.” you whined as you continued applying your cream

❧ “can’t believe this bathroom’s hogging my girl. Fuck you, bathroom. Can I have her back now?”

❧ you giggled at his words. “I’ll be done in a sec. Don’t miss me too much.”

❧ “the bed’s not gonna warm itself, doll.”

❧ you managed to finish your skin care 2 minutes earlier, before your possessive-ass of a boyfriend starts whining

❧ and that’s when you remember sleeping next to Dabi and being the little spoon

❧ his right hand innocently placed on your waist which seemingly happens to move downwards every few seconds, and the biceps on his left hand—serving their sole purpose—as your arm pillow

❧ when you wake up, there’s already a small drop of saliva dribbled on your boyfriend’s tshirt right in his chest area—where your head was layed on a few seconds ago

❧ you yawned, scanning your surroundings as you took in the information that you were now already laying on top of your boyfriend

❧ both of his arms were wrapped around your waist while he snored like a puppy.

❧ how he managed to move you without waking you up and without you suffocating him in your sleep—didn't fail to amaze you.

❧ there are also times where you perfectly remember sleeping while being the bigger spoon in bed—Dabi snoring off as he enjoyed the warmth of your arms around his torso.

❧ then waking up to a grinning-sleeping Dabi whose face was perfectly snuggled right between your breasts

❧ and ooh boy does he look like he was having a great dream

❧ Being Dabi’s girl also means getting butt slaps from him at random times

❧ one time, you were able to woke up early. And sensing that your boyfriend was tired from the night before because of his job—you decided to wake him up with a breakfast in bed

❧ managing to free yourself from being entangled in your boyfriend's arms without waking him up and putting on Dabi's loose shirt on because you can't seem to find yours—were the things you did before you walked downstairs and into the kitchen

❧ you had your headphones on and were swaying your hips to the beat of the music as you cooked breakfast

❧ you almost threw the pancakes too high up in the air when a smack landed on your ass that scared the shit out of you

❧ “Dabi!” you whined and glared, facing your snickering boyfriend. “Behave!”

❧ “Couldn’t resist, doll.” He chuckled some more and you resisted the urge to slap his face with the smoking hot pancakes you were cooking.

❧ another example of Dabi’s ass slapping incident was when the guy acquired some flu and would pry you away from him everytime you'd get close—afraid he'll transfer it to you

❧ “doll, I told you. Stay away from me before you get the damn flu.” a fit of coughs soon followed

❧ “No.” you pouted and whined, snuggling more into his neck.

❧ Dabi can't even move you if he wanted to because he's also lost most of his strength, and it doesn't help the fact that you're currently on top of him—straddling the ill guy—and was holding onto him like a koala clinging to its bamboo tree.

❧ “Don’t be stubborn.”

❧ “But I wanna stay with you.”

❧ “No. Now get off.”

❧ “Make me.”

❧ he coughed and groaned.

❧ And before you knew it—“OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR.”— a strong slap echoed throughout the room

❧ “Now be a good girl and get off daddy before he gets mad.”

❧ Being Dabi’s girl also means being showered with lots and lots of love

❧ Not being able to receive that from his Father, it was only natural for him to give his girl everything he never got to experience

❧ Dabi is very much into PDA and couldn't care less if a lot of people are staring

❧ he’s mostly focused on you to gaf about other people or whatever they’re thinking

❧ he’s keen on being able to touch you almost every time.

❧ he’d have no problem holding your hand in public

❧ he’d also have no trouble teasing you in public—either by using your head as an armrest (because you’re a shorty) or carrying drunk-you like a sack of potatoes

❧ he’d also be the one to initiate physical contact, either by intertwining your hands with his or putting a hand on the small of your back when you’re in a crowded place to make sure you won’t get separated from him

❧ he’s more likely the type of boyfriend to pull your jacket off so he could warm you up himself

❧ Dabi being Dabi would also make you wrap your arms around his waist when you’re riding his motorcycle and would teasingly increase his speed so you’d hug him tighter.

❧ he’d also give you forehead kisses when you’ve already fallen asleep after he just came home from work

❧ he also doesn’t fail to shower you with compliments

❧ “My baby’s so sexy.”

❧ “You smell so good.”

❧ “Shut it, doll. You’re gorgeous.”

❧ “Guess who looks good in red? Yeah, you do.”

❧ “Who’s a good girl for daddy?”

❧ All in all I think Dabi’s an attentive boyfriend

❧ He might be an ass and would tease you a lot most of the time which would result to a nose flaring y/n and looking like a fire breathing dragon—but he really loves you so much.

•❃°•°❀°•°❃•

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[cherriesrae]

Serpentine

" No, but they will show up to the fundraising gala run by the Y/N L/N, you're a genius!" Her heart gives a flutter at his kind words. Charlie decided he had had enough applesauce and wanted some of the good stuff, gripping onto the front of Y/N's shirt pulling down not only her shirt but the breastfeeding bra she was wearing, flashing Harry completely. | Or Harry is nanny Y/N’s recently divorced

This story contains mentions of drinking, sexual acts, big MILF energy, infidelity and violence including domestic violence. If any of this could or would trigger you, or are under 18 I recommend you stay away from this fic and DNI with this post.

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" Good Morning Harry, sorry to call you in today but I have a meeting in an hour with a sexual assault accusation from the manager in the Seatle branch and no one will take it seriously, so I have to."

" It's really no problem Ms. Raymond," Y/N winces a little at the use of her ex-husband's last name.

" Harry, call my Y/N or Ms. L/N if you really have to. But I prefer to not be associated with that man."

" It's really no probelm, Y/N." He ansates her name, it quickly shoots and tingle down her spine and straight to her clit. "I love Charlie, I think we'll watch some Disney movies today, y'know for winter and all that. Maybe when you're done with your meeting we'll meet you for lunch." He gave her a smile, grabbing a mug out of the kitchen cupboard and pouring himself a cup of coffee, using the oat milk creamer instead of the regular to avoid the effects of being lactose intolerant.

Harry being Y/N's midwife is something that was decided when the father was still in the picture, Richard always had wandering eyes and she felt it was the only way for her to have a chance at a family with him. Unfortunately, his love for barely legal girls got him thrown out and removed from Charlie's life.

" It'll be a late one though, I'll have Alex call for a 2:30 reservation? That place on Bowery that knows about the kiwi allergy?" He nodded with her recommendation and walked out of the kitchen to wake up Charlie. Y/N checks her iWatch and sees a message from Alex- her assistant- saying that Kristin was trying to back out of the meeting and that she should call her.

Typing her phone number in her cell and pushing the call button, it rings once before a teary voice answers it. " Hello?" a quiet sniffle follows it.

" Hi, is this Kristen Indigo? This is Y/N L/N," she kept her maiden name for business purposes. " I heard that you wanted to cancel the meeting today and I wanted to ask why?"

" M-Miss L/N, I-I-I," the woman is obviously in shock so Y/N cuts her off.

" I really would like this meeting to happen, if Mr. Wilson did do something I need to know. I need to know so I can make my company safe for everyone, including you Ms. Indigo." As she finishes her sentence a very sleepy and cuddly baby boy comes down the stairs clinging to Harry, to come to say goodbye, " One second Miss Indigo."

" Hi baby, I'm going to see you at lunch okay?" Y/N uses her acrylic nails to softly go down his back while his head is tightly tucked into Harry's neck. Sometimes she thinks Harry was made to be a father with the way he cares for Charlie.

" Bye-bye Momma." Charlie's words are muffled by Harry's skin.

" Bye-bye Charlie, I love you." Y/N's words are soft and warm against Harry, her breath tickling his neck as she leans in to give Charlie a kiss.

" Love you," Charlie murmurs out.

" Now Miss Indigo I'll see you in 30 minutes."

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Harry and Charlie’s morning routine was usually never altered, today was no exception. Harry gets Charlie up at 7:00, breakfast by 7:15, blocks from 7:30 to 8. Everything mapped out. After Richard was no longer in the picture Harry stepped into the other parenting role automatically.

By 9 Harry was getting Cinderella loaded up so he could work on the Christmas plans. Charlie's birthday was conveniently enough on January 5th, so directly after the holidays, Charlie was going to turn 2. This was going to be the first year that Richard wasn't going to be there, and Harry wasn't going to force Y/N to take it on by herself.

So as the mystical whispers of mice came from the flatscreen, Harry was planning the birthday party and making a Christmas list for the child who couldn't. His 3rd peppermint-flavored coffee still lightly emits steam when his phone rings.

" Harry," he answers, not caring to check who is.

" Hi Harry, how are you?" A rough-sounding voice came through the phone.

" Richard? Why are you calling me? I thought the deal was you don't contact any of us and we would get a restraining order."

" How's my boy?"

" Charlie? He's fine, still alive thank god." At this point, Harry was getting aggravated. The nerve of this absent father to ask how his son is, after feeding him kiwi and blaming Y/N for his throat closing one of the last times he saw him.

" Still giving it to my wife better than I did?"

" Richard I never slept with Ms. L/N, I do believe you were getting secret hotel rooms with my girlfriend is why you two split." After Y/N sent Dick the divorce papers he tried to claim that she cheated with Harry to try and get the prenup revoked.

" Yeah, too bad Elizabeth wasn't too fond of the whole ' sleeping with me after you left her' thing." Richard reminces.

" I'm going to hang up if you're not going to tell me why you called."

" I called to see what time I should show up for the Christmas party, I know that bitch is throwing one and Alex won't tell me."

" And what makes you think that I will? Try to contact me again and I will call the police, go to hell bastard." With that, Harry hung up the phone and looked over at Charlie, who was blissfully sleeping for his nap as the credits rolled. " Let's move you to your bed?" He said to himself before moving Charlie to his crib.

Turning on the baby monitor he decided it was time to take a shower, something he did rather often. He had his own room and bathroom, kept well stocked with everything he might need in case he was needed overnight.

Stripping and jumping in to wash his greased hair and release some pent-up energy from the conversation he just had. Nothing ever got him going more than Y/N, everything about her made his heart race and cock throb.

The way he would imagine her eyes glossed with need and how swollen her lips would be if he got the chance to have a go at it. He started to stroke himself the way he pictured she would. Beginning with his balls, cupping them gently and tugging them slightly. A scratching moan left his throat, slowly bringing his hand up to the tip and thumbing to the slit. The hot water hitting his back only added to the sensation.

He thought that only if she could see him now, mouth open, moaning and groaning at only the thought of being able to see her in such a personal and vulnerable state. Other things like if she liked to take charge or let someone else take the wheel. If she'd let him fuck her face or would she fuck his?

Vision after vision came to his head, too soon it was all over. Thick white ribbons of cum shoot out onto the shower floor, his orgasm almost sending him to his knees and leaving him like a rubber band breaking its tension.

----

Lunch came rather quickly, the meeting taking longer than Y/N thought it was going to. Ms. Indigo showed up with written reports of other assault and harassment claims that she found on his desk. Mr. Wilson claimed he never took that out of the complaint box that was mailed off once a month to his higher-up. At the end of it all. Y/N decided that Kristen Indigo was more than qualified to run the branch by herself considering that Mr. Wilson's position was basically a middle man between his boss and her.

Y/N encouraged Kristen to use the company lawyer to file a suit against him, as Y/N was already doing considering the more serious claims lead to stalking and drugging employees.

She ordered Harry's usual and herself something she deemed tasty as she arrived first. As the bell to the door rings Y/N looks up to see her baby and Harry walk in, bundled up like it was a snowstorm.

" Momma momma momma momma momma," Charlie ranted on wanting to be held by his young mother.

" Is that your mom? She awfully pretty Charlie, I gotta say I see where you get it from. Practically a carbon copy." Harry joked to the baby as Y/N laughed.

" Hi, baby! How was your nap, Charlie?" She looked at Harry to get the answer as Charlie stuffed his face into his mother's neck still feeling cuddly.

" Had to cut it a little short so he could get ready for our outing, fell asleep in the car on the way over." Harry took off his puffy jacket, setting it on the back of the wooden chair revealing a rather tight, gray textures long-sleeved shirt. Y/N looked back down at her son only to see him blissfully asleep again in a matching outfit.

" I should buy you two more matching clothes, it's adorable. He looks like a little person." Kissing Charlie's head, she relishes in the infamous baby smell. " I ordered your usual, and some warm apple sauce for this one."

" Mr. Raymond called me." Y/N's train of thought crashed as she looked up at him to see what he was talking about. " Wanted to know when the Holiday Party was, told him to fuck off and that if he tried to contact us again I was going to call the police."

" Oh. Well, that's good. Thank you, Harry."

" It's not a problem Mrs. Raymond-" cutting him off she decided she was over being called the name of the man she left.

" Just call me Y/N, please." Harry nodded in agreement and continued the conversation.

" Y/N," he emphasized, " when is the Christmas party?" Y/N sighs at his question.

" I've made it into a gala-type thing." their food comes and Y/N starts to feed her son.

" What do you mean ' gala type ting'? are we not having it in the banquet hall on 3rd like usual?" Hary questions her. She shakes her head no at the wondering man.

" No, Alex suggested that we should invite clients to the party and we both know how uptight the celebrities can be."

" Well Miss Forbes Women of the Year, wouldn't you be one of those 'celebrities'?" Y/N giggles at his clever remark.

" No, I mean the Kardashian-Jenners, Julia Micheals, Micheal Buble, they won't just travel to New York for an office party because their marketing team invites them." Harry nods his head.

" No, but they will show up to the fundraising gala run by the Y/N L/N, you're a genius!" Her heart gives a flutter at his kind words. Charlie decided he had had enough applesauce and wanted some of the good stuff, griping onto the front of Y/N's shirt pulling down not only her shirt but the breastfeeding bra she was wearing, flashing Harry completely.

" Oh god!" She exclaimed as Charlie latched onto his primary food source. See if this had been Harry's first time seeing Y/N's breasts, things would have been different, instead of wasting a minute, he’s pulling out the cover from Charlie's diaper bag. Covering her for her own comfortability, knowing that she was still not ready to show the world her tits. " Thank you, thank you. Harry, I am so sorry I-"

" It's not like it's the first time I've seen them, I'm just glad I grabbed a cloth before the creep in the corner wanted to come to take a peek," Harry states to try and release some of the tension but in turn only causing more. " I- I mean when you're feeding him not that I break my neck to look at them or anything, that would be gross." Once again not making it any easier on himself, he rambles on to try and fix it. " Not that you or breasts are gross, they're good breasts! Great event! I think our tits are great! NOT THAT I THINK ABOUT YOUR TITS, I JUST MEAN-" Y/N having enough of hearing about her tits from her nanny, cuts him off.

" Harry! It's okay! You're okay! I promise!" She lets out a light laugh, Charlie's eyes drooping, enjoying the nourishment entering his body. " Nothing wrong with having seen my breasts, nothing wrong with thinking about them either for the record. I'd be a little concerned if you didn't think about them if I'm honest. I'd probably think something was wrong with 'em or something." Looking up at him after having cooed at the nursing baby in her arms.

Harry's face was relaxed, red with surprised eyes. Running a stressed hand through his hair he spoke up, " Let's just not cock about it," quickly realizing what he had said he rushed to fix it, " I mean TALK about it! Wouldn't want to have to stroke it- HAVE A STROKE OVER IT!"

Y/N began laughing about it before her phone rang, " sorry it's Alex." She quickly answered it.

"Y/N RICHARD IS AT THE LEVEL 3 FRONT DESK DEMANDING TO BE LET INTO YOUR OFFICE, HE'S ALREADY BROKEN THE POTTED PLANTS ON MY DESK AND I HAD TO LOCK MYSELF IN YOUR OFFICE!" Alex was quick and obviously frightened.

" Oh my god! Alex, call the police. I will be there in a second!" Hanging up the phone, she unlatches her baby boy and hands him off to Harry. She fixes herself and gets ready to leave. " Richard just showed up at the office and is threatening people! He broke Alex's collectors' pots he had on his desk! I have to go!" Harry standing up putting Charlie in his carrier gasps.

Pulling out a fifty and throwing it on the table, " Wait, I'll just come with you-"

" What about Charlie?" She sounds panicked and in charge at the same time.

" We can leave him with-" She cuts him off once again.

" Martha on the first floor, smart. Let's go!"

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It was only a 10-minute walk to the offices, " Look who's here to see you, Martha!" The old Nigerian woman heard Harry before she could see him.

" Baby Charlie!" The 80-year-old woman jumped up from her desk and quickly walked to the baby. Leaving Charlie and the diaper bag with her with a promise of not being more than half an hour.

Before they even reached the main source of the problem- Raymond -they could hear it on their way up. Y/N walked out of the elevator first, Harry only wanting to intervene if he had to.

“ YOU CALLED HER?” Richard county yelled in the direction Alex was hiding. Y/N’s ex husband had moved into the desk and cubicle area, papers, pens, and staplers thrown everywhere. “ EVERYONE LOOK! IT'S THE BITCH WHO STOLE MY SON FROM ME!”

“ Lower your fucking voice when you are talking to me. How dare you come into my office, my place of work, and tear shit up!” Raymond goes to open his mouth but Y/N cuts him off before he could. “ I'm still talking!" She seethed when hs ehad to raise her voice to get his attention. "I didn’t ‘steal’ your son from you, you gave up your parent role to my son when you fucked my barely legal personal assistant when I was pregnant, then almost killed him. Dick, you are 42 and you are throwing worse tantrums than Charlie.” He was almost at a loss for words, but then he saw Harry.

" SHE WAS 18! IT WAS ILLEAGL!" He shouted.

" And your son's nanny's girlfriend!"

“ OH YEAH! You’re such a GREAT mother! If his fucking nanny is right there, then where is our son Y/N?” Thinking he had the upper hand, he hadn’t planned on Harry sticking up for her.

“ That’s none of your business, is it mate? You don’t get to criticize her OR me in how Charlie is being raised, you were too busy trying to get your little dick wet when he needed you so you could leave him out of it.” Harry spits from the wall he was leaning on. Raymond stared at him, fist up ready. “ You really want to also get charged with assault?” Harry asks. Richard looked at him, sizing him up it seemed. Taking Harry's height into account he decides to go for Y/N instead.

When he gets within a couple feet of each other, Y/N takes her dominant hand and launches it forward, knocking him straight into his nose. Y/N could feel the bone crack under her fist, the pressure on Raymond's bone causing him to take a couple steps back.

" YOU FUCK HIT ME!" Her ex-husband screams. " I'M PRESSING CHARGES! SUCKS TO BE A FUCKING BITCH NOW, DOESN'T IT?" Raymond looked as if he had won the lottery.

" I have cameras dumbass." Y/N states as the police conveniently come out of the elevator. " My lawyers will be in contact, expect a restraining order."

----

Y/N ended up just sending the whole floor home for the day on a case of " emotional distress", she sent Alex home and booked him a trip to a spa near Central Park that she likes to go to.

Harry ended up carrying Charlie home because Y/N's hand hurt so bad it was only a matter of time before it turned purple and blue. She refused to go check if it was broken because one of the cops said if it was, she would definitely know. But they don't know Y/N like Harry does.

Harry knows that she blew out her knee in high school by falling down the stairs in her at the time boyfriend's house and took ibuprofen for a week before she went to the ER because she said it was still " a little sore". Or how she has a combined total of 6 concussions under her belt, 2 of them being caused by the 4th one she had ( she had been hit in the head with a baseball, then when the concussion had finally gone, she fell into her dresser from still being woozy from the past one.). Or how she delivered Charlie via natural birth in her home without pain meds and said she would do it again.

So instead of arguing with her about it, when they got back to hers he just put Charlie down for another nap and offered to disinfect where it had gotten cut off of Dick's tooth.

" I am so sorry Harry, genuinely. This is my consequence for trying to fix him, not yours. You don't have to be here." She whispers to him and he was cleaning up her minor wound. she winces at the pain of her hand being moved in a certain way. Harry standing in between her legs as she sits on the counter looks up at her eyes.

" If I didn't want to be her, I wouldn't be," Harry states simply as if it was already said. She just shakes her head at him looking up at the fancy light fixture that holds the color-changing light bulbs she put in not too long ago. A single tear slips out of her eyes, betraying the self-restraint she was trying to use. " Hey, why are we crying? If it hurts that bad then we need to go get it checked out" She once again just shakes her head at him.

"He's just got so violent, it scares the shit out of me." She breathes in deep, tears now free-flowing out of her eyes. " Y'know I tried to make it work with him for so long." She lets a sob rack through her body, " he slept with Elizabeth, I got over it. I chose you to Charlie's nanny just to prove that I was over it!" Her eyes quickly glance up to his.

" That isn't saying it didn't work out for the better, you're amazing with him and he loves you more than he even thinks about me. " She lets out a sad giggle before cutting Harry off before he could even start. " But then he just kept doing it, and then he Charlie almost," she pauses to hopefully contiune, but then doesn't get more than a word out. " Amost-."

" Hey hey hey, Y/N. You're okay," Harry pulls her into his chest, careful of her hand. " He can't get you now, not while you're here with me okay?" She just continues to cry. " Know what always makes me feel better?" Harry asks her.

" What?" She plays along.

" Tequila!" Harry squeezes her as he emphasizes the word in excitement. Y/N laughs for a minute then starts bawling her eyes out even more. " What? What? Don't like tequila? That's okay, I think y'also have vodka or wine or beer or," Harry stops his theatrical list-making when he notices that she is still crying. " Hey talk to me Y/N, what's wrong."

" I have to protect Charlie from him, you'd think that would be enough, right?" He hums in agreement before speaking.

" Yes, but you don't have to do it alone, okay? I will be here for both of you. I promise." He means what he says, truly.

" What if there are more of us to protect from him?" She asked quietly.

" Then I will be here for all of you, hypothetical or not. If you get a boyfriend I will still be here, I will still take care of Charlie. You won't be alone." Harry continues to hold her during his speech.

" Harry," he hums in response. " I'm pregnant."

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[augustinapril]

Very random the Outsiders headcanons

warnings: mentions of really bad food combination, throwing up, insects, scratching & picking at skin, loud chewing, fears, please lmk if I forgot something!!

all created w/ @luvmarsbars & @stqrluvr !

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To begin with we have food headcanons:

They all have a certain tastes in pizza!!

Johnny really likes olives on his pizza, like he just loves it.

Darry is a chicken bacon ranch pizza guy. it's his favorite pizza.

Dally really likes supreme pizzas but he can't stand pineapple on pizza. other than that he doesn't care.

Two bit LOVES pineapple on pizza, it's one of his favorites. (he argues w/ dally about it constantly). Him and Steve have no pickiness when it comes to pizza or food in general .

Ponyboy on the other hand is a VERY picky eater (me too man me too).

like he can't stand spicy foods, won't touch olives within an inch of his his life, has to have the edges of his sandwhiches cut off, won't eat pizza crust unless it's stuffed crust, hates cooked vegetables, the list goes on.

Ponyboy loves breadsticks!! it's one of the few foods he genuinely really loves. Same with pickles.

Steve is 100% the kid who you could pay to eat the gross food combinations that people came up with during lunch. yk, like the beans in milk? he would eat that. no hesitation.

Sodapop doesn't like soda because of the carbonation. (again that's me too I don't like drinking soda bc the fizz hurts my mouth).

Darry and Two bit are both lactose intolerant, Darry's just isn't as bad as Two's. Two bit does NOT care though because he loves eating lactose.

Also he loves BBQ sauce, Soda likes ketchup, and Pony loves ranch. like he LOVES it. he was the kid to eat it straight up.

Dallas hates sour foods, he can not stand pickles. He also hates fish, like he doesn't like sea food at all.

Dally also doesn't like mint, his favorite type of gum is watermelon.

He also is the type of person to chew with his mouth open. Like he didn't even realize he was doing it at first until people pointed it out. Then he did it to annoy them, especially Pony.

Ponyboy will get irritated and tell him to chew with his mouth shut and Dally would move his head so he was chewing directly into Pony's ear.

Johnny has random food cravings. like peanut butter on pickles, mustard on ice cream, etc. Pony has to hold back the urge to throw up.

Steve put sugar on his popcorn. he was also the type of person to have popcorn with his ice cream and m&ms and torn up pieces of candy bars & chocolate syrup, and probably maple syrup. he would throw any kind of sweet know to man into a bowl of ice cream and eat it.

Two bit really likes seafood. like he loves fish sticks.

Johnny was allergic to eggs and peaches as a kid. He isn't as much now, but he can't eat peaches anyway because he doesn't like the way they taste.

Headcanons w/ them and certain animals (dogs, cats, insects, etc.):

Darry loves dogs. He loves them and he really doesn't like cats because he thinks they're more of a hassle to take care of. Ponyboy loves cats and would rather have one than a dog. Sodapop loves both.

I saw someone else say Dally is scared of dogs and I just couldn't agree more. He really doesn't like them, and he isn't much of a cat person. He loves snakes though, like if he had the chance to have a pet snake he would 100% have one.

Ponyboy is terrified of any/all insects & bugs, including butterfly. He's allergic to bees as well.

He screams bloody murder if he sees a spider in the house and he HAS to be in a different room if there is one.

Johnny on the other hand isn't scared of them at all. He was the kid who would cry if someone squished a spider, so whenever Ponyboy is freaking out over one he will either a.) calmly pick it up and move it out of the house. or b.) be trying to capture it and tell ponyboy that it keeps moving so its hard to catch.

Then Darry would come in with a cup and paper and call them sissies.

Dally tormented Pony because of his fear of bugs. He would actually chase Pony around with a bug for his own enjoyment.

Miscellany headcanons:

Dallas finds horror movies hilarious. Like he isn't scared of them one bit and is completely unbothered. Johnny and Pony will be clinging to eachother during one and Dally is all like, "Cmon man, it's not even that scary!"

Johnny is afraid of thunderstorms and the dark. Like genuinely he is actually so scared of them.

Both Dally and Johnny bounce their legs when they're sitting, especially if they're nervous about something.

Ponyboy picks at the skin around his nails and Johnny scratches his hands a lot when he's nervous, neither of them really realize they're doing it.

Pony can't stand sherpa. like if the last remaining blanket was sherpa, he would rather sleep without a blanket.

Pony isn't the biggest fan of heights or rollercoasters and Soda doesn't like carnival rides that spin because they make him nauseous.

Dallas would rather die than use sunscreen, he absolutely hates it. Ponyboy loves sunscreen.

Two bit burns really easily. like he'll be outside for 30 minutes and he's already getting sunburnt.

Johnny doesn't go anywhere without his Jean jacket, it's his comfort item.

Steve was the kid to chew on his hoodie strings and his pencils. He couldn't have a wooden pencil without it having so many bite marks in it.

Darry cracks like every single one of his bones and it is so LOUD. He'll twist so he can stretch his back and it'll sound like if firecrackers and rice crispies had a baby.

[mha-quotes-and-such]

Do you have any headcanons for Sero? I'm writing a fic about him and am looking for little quirks to add, if you've got any

Here’s a few silly ones I love:

He loves trying to do origami with his tape. It took him a long time to figure out but hes pretty decent now, and can often be found making little tape sculptures while bored in class

He loves making up crazy stories and seeing how far he can push them. The type to respond “I was mauled by a bear” if someone asks how he got a cut

Straight up milk drinker. Most of 1a jokes that its his biggest red flag but he would drink milk straight out of the carton if enabled

He’s a HUGE soccer fan. He loves playing and watching it, and even frequently goes to local kids’ team games because he loves the atmosphere of being in crowds

He loves stingrays! He saw one in an aquarium at the age of like five and has been obsessed with them ever since. He has a bunch of little stingray plushes that his friend and family have gotten him over the years

[yelenasdiary]

Pretty Thing

Pairing: MobBoss! Yelena Belova x Stripper!Reader 

Summary: Yelena knew what she wanted, she knew what she craved but what she didn’t know was how addicted she would get and she’d remove anybody standing in her way.

Adult Content | 2.8K | Dark Themes | Language Warning | Slight Degradation | Unwanted Attention | Semi-public | Fingering | Top!Yelena | Exhibitionism | Daddy Kink | 18+ONLY! Minors DNI!! |

Notes: She/Her pronouns are used. 

AC: This is just a re-upload. Some of you might remember this as a miniseries but now it's just a one-shot x.

You worked 4 nights a week at the Whisper night club as a dancer. It wasn't ideal at first but after a while you found yourself enjoying it and found a confidence in showing off your body. The club was popular, one of the more luxurious clubs in town, the only clients that came here where ones rich enough to buy the club twice over and still have enough money to play with, sometimes there was the occasional walk ins that didn't exactly belong at this particular club, and they never stay too long. 

The money you earned was halved and put aside for med school and to keep you from going back to your parents' house. That's a story for a different day. Working 4 nights a week made you enough money to cover rent, bills, groceries and whatever was left would go straight into your savings jar. Your earnings were enough so you were comfortable but not too comfortable, the club charged hire fees than most clubs and was more strict on clients who didn't follow the rules. 

Mr Barnes, the club owner always had a way of making sure you and the other ladies felt safe and protected and he never took shit from anybody. There's always been stories of him 'taking care of business' whenever somebody got too handsy with one of his girls and you believed this to be true, you all did. 

Tonight, was pretty slow for a Thursday, the club had its regulars and they usually only spent their time watching the dances on stage and throwing $20s here and there while they sipped on their whiskeys. The newbies were always so fun to tease, they'd tip the big bucks at first just to show you they had the money, always tipping double for a little girl on girl action on stage but nothing was more entertaining than the outsiders. These were the ones who didn't exactly belong in this club, the ones who won big on the slot machines and thought a girl at Whispers was a treat worth spending their winnings on. The goal was to milk them dry of their big win and watch carefully at the realization that they then couldn't afford another private dance. 

Tonight, there were a small group of outsiders, three of them, 2 females and a male sat front row of the main stage watching as Courtney did her show, but the 4th outsiders' eyes were locked on you. "Perfect" you said to yourself with a smirk before walking over to her. She had dirty blonde hair and green eyes that at first you thought where a light brown, her eyes watched your body walk towards her with a cigar in one hand. 

"I've never seen you around here before honey, are you new in town?" You ask with a welcoming smile. The woman puffed on her cigar as her eyes traveled up your body taking in the sight of your exposed skin, "Not exactly" she replied with a thick accent. Her eyes burned into yours, she was good at keeping strong eye contact. Her tongue ran slowly over her bottom lip as she gently patted her lap at you. You were used to this type of demanding behaviour from other clients and did as gestured.

"Well, what brings you to the club?" You asked as her free hand gently draped over your left hip. Her light touch wasn't like the men, she was gently but you saw in her eyes that she was hungry for something more. "A friend's birthday" her eyes looked over to the three by the stage before you felt them traveling up your legs and back to your eyes, "What's a pretty thing like you working here for?" She asked, placing her cigar in the ashtray, and grabbing her drink. "To please you baby" you replied while playing with the loose strains of hair on the back of her neck. 

It slightly disappointed you that she was no different to any of the men and other women that came to the club, although she seemed different, you'd already heard that question so many times before that it almost felt odd when you weren't asked. 

"Come on, don't be like that" she sipped her drink as her eyes looked around the room, "You're too cute to be dancing in a place like this" 

"Well, you're just too sweet" you smiled softly, feeding her ego. 

"Boss, watch my drink! I'm getting a dance!" The male friend of hers called from the stage as he followed behind one of your friends. "Sorry about him, he's a tool" the woman's eyes found your eyes, her tongue licking over the lips once more. 

"Would you like a dance baby?" You asked looking into her eyes, to your surprise she shook her head, "No sugar, this is just fine" she said, her hand moving to the small of your back. "Well, honey, that's fine with me but my boss is expecting me to do my job" your fingers twirled the hairs on the back of her neck gently, "Don't worry about your boss, if he has a problem, I can handle myself" she almost chuckled. 

Barnes never laid a hand on a woman, he never needed to, he had Agatha to do that for him if needed. She basically ran the floor and watched everybody like a hawk, you knew she wouldn't like you sitting for too long without at least making a 50 out of it. 

"It's not my boss I'd be worried about"

The woman chuckled this time as she picked up her cigar and took a puff. "I wouldn't worry about me pretty girl" her accent becomes clearer to you, Russian. 

"Oi, are you done with her yet? I want a dance!" A drunken man interrupted before you could say anything in reply. "I'll be with you in just a moment honey, how about you go to the back, and I'll meet you there" you looked over your shoulder and blew a kiss to the man just to keep him calm. 

"Don't go darl" the blonde's grip on your hip now pulled you closer to her, "I thought we were having fun" she whispered. 

"Duty calls baby and I'm sorry but he's paying" you whispered to ear before placing a soft kiss on her cheek and removing yourself from her lap. You felt her eyes watch as you walked away.

"Nah, that dancer said she'd meet be back there!" The drunken man argued with the bouncer as you approached. "Is he with you?" Steve asked, you nodded, "yeah, this big boy is all mine" You gently took the drunken man's hand and took him to the private rooms for his paid dance. A 10-minute dance for $80. 

"What will it be tonight honey? Just a dance?" you asked as the man made himself comfortable on the black leather sofa, "I want the whole package babe, all of it!" he replied. "I like a man who knows exactly what he wants" you smirked before straddled his lap, his hands landed on your hips and his eyes glued to your chest. Your white lacy lingerie leaves little to the imagination but to him, his mind was already blown away that he was only inches away from the swell of your breasts. 

"Damn baby, you're so sexy" he mumbled as you started to grind your hips against him, careful not to make any physical touch to his lap. His hands ran up and down your back as he started to enjoy the movement of your body. "God you're perfect!" He added, throwing his head back a little to get a better view. 

"Hey! get out of here! You missed your turn!" He's tone switched, and you stopped your moments to look over your shoulder. The Russian blonde stood by the curtain with a glare that could kill the man if it was possible. "Honey, you're not supposed to be back here" you got off the man's lap. "Hey! where are you going? I paid for you! Get your arse back-"

"You don't want to finish that sentence" The woman cut him short of his sentence, "I'll give you $500 to get the fuck out of here" she added. The man looked between the two of you, "No! I want her, I paid for her, so she's mine!" he argued. 

"Baby, calm down" you turned to him. 

"Fine, I'll give you $1,000" she offered. The small room was silent for a few seconds as the drunken man thought about it, "you've got cash?" He asked more calmly, the blonde pulled a roll of money from her leather jacket and threw it at the man's feet, "Now get out of here" she watched as the man picked up the bank roll and quickly counted it. "Whatever, she's yours" he mumbled before leaving in a huff. 

"Y-you can't do that…Do you know how much he was going to pay just for a 30-minute dance?" You turned to the woman. "I'll double it" she replied sternly, "you know I'm good for its" she added. For the whole package the man wanted was $150 plus tips and with some going to Mr Barnes the money you had left would've helped go towards paying the electric bill on time. 

"I'll pay the double as a tip so it's all yours" 

"Do we have a problem here honey? I saw that man storm out of here" Agatha pulled the curtain back slightly to check on you, "Everything is fine here, he just got a little too drunk and wasn't following the rules" you lied. Agatha looked between you and the blonde and nodded slowly, "Holla if you need anything" she said before disappearing. Your eyes looked back at the woman you didn't know the name of and nodded softly, "Okay, take a seat" you gestured towards the sofa. 

Within minutes you found yourself straddling her waist while her hands replaced the touch the man left behind. "I never caught your name before" you smiled softly as you started to move your body against her. "Baby girl, you don't have to give me a dance, I just didn't like the idea of you with him" she replied.

 "You're paying honey, it's what I do, just sit back and let me take your mind off things" 

She sat back and watched the way you moved your body, letting her explore the softness of your skin more than you've ever let anybody touch you. She was respectful and only let her hands roam parts you were comfortable with. You noticed the way her eyes watched every movement you made, running her tongue over her lips when she got a close-up view of your breasts. You could feel her hot breath brush over your back when you gave her a better view of your ass and hips. 

"That's enough" she stopped you, her hands leaving your hips as you stood up right. "You still had another 5 minutes" you turned around and faced her. She looked up at you with her mouth slightly open before patting her lap like she did earlier. "I want to take you out of this club" she said as you straddled her lap once again, you chuckled biting your bottom slightly, "and what? You're going to take me out of here and fall in love? Get married and live a happy ever after with a kid or two? It's going to take a lot more than just throwing rolls of money at men to really get my attention" you said honestly. 

"Is that what you want?" She asked as you felt her hands gently rub the inside of your thighs. "to get married, have kids and live the boring housewife life?" She adds. You stopped her hands from traveling further, "No, it's not" you looked into her eyes. 

"Then why are you scared?" 

"Scared? I just met you and you haven't even told me your name"

The Russian chuckled, "if it's that important to you, my name is Yelena. What's yours? Not your stage name" 

You hesitated for a moment, it was against the guidelines to tell any client your real name or anything real about yourself but something about her made you tell her. "Y/n" you smiled softly. "Pretty name for such a pretty little thing" she replied with a smirk, the look in her eyes making you nervous. "Now can I take you out of here?" 

"Why? What do you want with me so badly?" you asked, brushing a small lock of hair behind her ear. "You want to know what I want?", you nodded softly. 

"I want to give you what you're asking for. I can see it in your eyes that you're bored that you want something new. I saw the way you hated following that fucking loser in here, I watched how uncomfortable were before I interrupted and if I'm being honest, I fucking hated watching his hands all over you, over what's mine"  

"What's yours?" You cocked a brow, "You've just met me, your words mean nothing I haven't heard before. You're just like the rest of them and I'm the girl you pay to give you a good time" 

Her eyes fell to your lips as she bit her bottom lip lightly, "I'm nothing like them, I can give you everything you've ever wanted" 

"Ah yes, the 'I have so much money I can get you whatever you want' chat. Honey, keep your tip, I have other clients waiting just out those doors so unless you want to talk about something or the last few minutes of the dance you paid for, I'm going to go" you tried to move but her grip on your hips kept you in place. 

"You're too pretty to be in a place like this, dealing with all those men when you could be with me. I'm not looking for love, I'm not going to put you up in a nice fancy house or buy the finest of handbags, what I want is to hear the pretty sounds I know you can, I want to be only one to have my hands all over you and I can see you want that too" her eyes looked deeply into yourself, "you told that lady before a lie and daddy doesn't like lairs baby girl, I want to punish you for that, have you begging me to stop while I've your back arched so much all you can do is scream my name. That's what I want" 

You were so lost in her words you bother stopping her fingers from rubbing tight circles on your clit through your panties. "W-wh-what else?" You stuttered trying to keep yourself from moaning, your hands gripping her shoulders for support. 

"If I take you home, your mine. Nobody will ever make you feel the way I can, I want to feel the way your tight little pussy clenches around my fingers, I want to break you, I want to be the only person you'll ever need. But you play up and daddy will have punished you and I don't to hurt my little princess" she whispered against your ear as you bucked your hips into her hand, "I can basically fucking smell how much you want to cum, can you be a good girl and let your boss watch through the camera while I fuck you with my fingers?" 

You nodded, grinding your hips for more friction, "Y-yes" you moaned quietly to her. 

"Good girl" she smirked moving your panties to the side and sliding two fingers into your soaking pussy with ease. "Oh god" you sighed. "Shhh baby, you can't let them hear you, not yet" she kissed your neck softly, "ride daddy's fingers" she whispered. You picked up your pace, chasing your high knowing how wrong this was and the chances of being caught only made you wetter as you rode her fingers. "That's it baby girl, you going to cum for daddy?" She asked

"Yes" you whimpered. "Yes what?" She asked with her free hand helping you ride faster. "F-fuck!" You moaned, "y-yes da-daddy, fuck!" Your grip on her shoulders turned into your nails digging into her skin. "Look at the camera when you cum baby, show your boss how much of a whore you really are" Yelena instructed, "you're so close and so fucking tight" she adds.

"D-daddy please!" 

"Please what baby?"

"I n-need to cum!" You looked up at the camera like the good girl you were, "cum for me baby" she whispered as you let go and collapsed against her, "fuck!" You moaned close to her ear. She moved her fingers to drag out your orgasm. 

"Such a good girl" she smirked once you came down from your high, pulling her fingers out of you and bringing them to her lips, licking them clean of your juices. 

"Now, are you going to be daddy's good girl let me take you home to clean you up?"

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Random assorted Ghosts headcanons

Keegan has an intense affinity for chocolate milk. Man enjoys it so much he'd probably drink it with every meal and fill his water bottle with it if Elias didn't interfere. (Elias has caught him chugging from the jug once. It was like three am and Keegan was too tired to get a cup. It's his personal jug so no harm done, but Elias just... he can't deal with it. Cardinal sin.)

Speaking of Elias, man knows the "youngin" lingo and uses it just to dick with Hesh and Logan. Likes dropping "You're cringe." at random times just to see the his sons crumble like he verbally shot them.

On the other hand, Merrick knows the lingo, but doesn't understand how to use it. He's right like once a day with it and the splash effect from it is marvelous. (Calls Hesh cringe when Hesh complains that he's too nervous to ask out this chick he's been talking to and Logan laughs so hard he genuinely can't breathe for a few minutes.)

You know those little mini skateboard toys? Kick has a collection of those, and he's entirely too good at doing tricks with them. Hesh thinks it's so fucking cool (He likes skateboards.) but sucks at tricks. (Trains in secret to try and impress Kick.)

Logan carries a tablet on him 24/7 so he can type shit out for people who don't know ASL, but also because he has a sound effects board and likes dropping random vine booms in conversations. "Me and Kick were hanging out the other day an-" *Vine boom* "Logan I am gonna take that damn thing away from you so help me-" *VINE BOOM* "LOGAN!" He will also walk past people and do a lil fart noise, it's hilarious cus he does to to Merrick the most and it makes him so mad.

Cuter hc. Elias asked Logan what he wanted to be when he got older (When he was like seven.) and Logan answered "David!" (I am a big fat sucker for the whole "Logan looks up to Hesh more than anyone else." headcanon okay? They're so cute.)

Hesh and Logan doing dumb sibling shit like "Beating the everloving fuck" out of each other worries Merrick because he didn't have siblings, so he always has to ask Elias is he should interfere. Elias's #1 answer is always "When one of them starts crying." because he knows his kids are tough shit. (And also that they won't hurt each other on purpose.)

Logan and Keegan both have such intense sweet tooths that they can and will just eat straight sugar out of the bag if there isn't any candy or other sweets at their post. Elias keeps an emergency jar of candy... which is also just his personal stash so he doesn't have to share with the fiends.

Hesh Logan and Riley are literally inseparable. It's ridiculous. If for whatever reason one of them is actually separated from the others, it's probably for a genuinely bad reason. (They had a fight, one of them got hurt, one of them got lost, etc.)

Despite Riley being younger than Logan, they consider him the "Middle sibling." Logan is always "little brother" and Hesh is always "big brother" that way.

Logan and Hesh constantly steal each others clothes to the point where their wardrobes have just fused. They can't even remember what piece of clothing originally belonged to who. The sizing can clue them in, but also: Logan likes baggy clothes and Hesh likes fitted. So the mixup intensifies. They also just steal their dads stuff from time to time. Mainly hoodies. Irritates the shit out of Elias. (Not really.) Uses his lack of hoodies to bitch about the weather 24/7.

Riley leaves dog toys scattered all over the ghosts current post and there's always a little "easter egg hunt" when they're moving places because of it.