#i think even if the video didn’t take a minute to load in and i understood right away it still would’ve gone down about the same way

[fullmetalwindbreaker]

got fired via a text from my boss who i’ve never digitally communicated with and because it was an unknown number sending a mysterious link with no context (turned out to be security camera footage of me taking 1 can of cheap beer) i assumed it was spam and my immediate response was

[sexlapis]

[◉°] … toji & y/n being a couple for 10 minutes straight pt.3

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꩜ actor!toji x actress!reader

⤷ synopsis : just toji & reader being idiots in luv…

꩜ content : crazy fans, very mild physical violence (toji pushing ppl lol), toji being a little ooc again. this is really not as wack as the warnings are making it sound.

- a/n : loads of people seem to be enjoying this & i enjoy making them, so here you go! :D

. . . part 1, part 2, part 4

masterlists

౨ৎ first clip

(recorded by your fansite) - you & toji are at the airport and it is packed. there are fans swarming you, practically suffocating you & toji, along with paparazzi taking pictures of you, flashing lights in your face. your bodyguards are literally at war trying to guard you and you have to cling onto toji’s arm to even get past the sea of people.

all of a sudden one fan somehow gets way too close, and grabs a hold of your shirt, trying to drag you towards him. you jerk forward and without even hesitating, toji just grabs the face of the crazy fan and pushes him away like it’s nothing, causing a domino effect having other fans falling over as well.

toji puts an arm around you and guides you to check your tickets, ignoring all the chaos he caused behind him.

(this got a lot of mixed reactions, some people siding with toji saying he was just protecting you & others criticising him for his rash actions that could’ve caused people to get injured 💀)

౨ৎ second clip

you & toji were doing a video for WIRED, taking part in their popular series, “Web’s Most Searched Questions” about yourselves.

“okay third question..” you say, and peel off the paper. “are _____ and toji..dating?”

you & toji look at the camera and then at each other, faces hot and you’re both awkwardly smiling before looking at the camera again. you & toji speak. “yeah, i dunno.” “nooo idea.” “literally no clue whatsoever.” “why even ask that like-like we’d know the answer?”

you peel the next question and it’s even worse. “are _____ and toji having- A BABY?!” you shout and cover your face laughing, both in shock and amusement. “what?!”

toji just facepalms, hiding his pink cheeks and sighs tiredly. “christ…”

౨ৎ third clip

you’re at a press conference for the series you and toji are in, all the cast members are gathered on a long table with microphones but it’s a pretty informal gathering and the fans are being very interactive with the cast!

a crew members hands the microphone to a fan who has a question. “hi! hi, i’m sarah and uhm..i have a question for toji. and _____ too! do you think that your characters have a chance of..like..getting together? like romantically-?”

“yeah we’re getting together,” toji responds bluntly, reeling in the loud cheers from the crowd & he decides to add fuel to the fire. “and we’re gonna have a make-out scene too.”

the audiences goes crazy with applause and whistles, while you pinch the bridge of your nose, shaking your head in embarrassment as the cast look to see your reaction.

then the director of the show pitches in, holding her finger up. “just to clarify, we did not discuss this..”

there’s a chorus of laughs and sad ‘awws’ among the pool of fans which only makes you giggle. you didn’t even know what to say to toji’s brashness.

gojo chimes in with his loud mouth while everyone is still buzzing from toji’s unexpected words. “talking about kisses and stuff like. this guy’s just saying what he wants to hear!”

everyone starts creasing up again and you & toji lean your heads to look at each other on opposing ends of the table, and he just smirks at you while you just shake your head and try not to look so obvious..

౨ৎ fourth clip

vogue did a video with you getting ready for a fashion show you were invited to, by the designer herself.

the makeup artists had just finished your shimmery, fairy-like makeup and now the stylists were accessorising you with jewellery and fixing your hair.

“yeah i really like how the hair is done,” you say, referring to the baby pink ribbon tied cutely around your bun. “it’s really cute! and the dress is just so-”

the door to the dressing room opens and toji pokes his head in, the camera zooming in on him. “‘ya done yet?”

“toji?” you ask, exasperated. “toji get out! we’re not finished yet..”

toji looks you up and down in confusion. “ya look done to me. we gotta leave in like-”

“toji i am clearly not finished. we have to go through which jewellery looks the best with the neckline of the dress and..my whole look altogether so it doesn’t drown me out! and then we have to pick the correct shoes and make sure i’m comfortable with them and that they look pretty but also don’t take attention away from the dress. and then for the perfume-”

“yeah, yeah, alright, i get it.” toji totes. “but we have to be there in 30 minutes so-”

“oh toji’.” you sigh, looking in the mirror while the stylist fuss around you. “it’s okay if we’re late. i’m the main event. the designer invented me personally. they won’t even start the show if i’m not there. it’ll be fine, trust me.”

toji looks at you for a moment and then simply shrugs, nodding and accepting your words.

౨ৎ fifth clip

“so yeah, this is the book i’m reading.” you hold up ‘pride & prejudice’ to the camera for your fans to see. you were on a livestream, which you don’t usually do, and many fans were watching. “i just love this book. the characters are-”

loud, thudding footsteps can be heard in the background and you pause. a deep, clearly a man’s voice can be heard and then a shirtless toji walks into frame (as identified by his tattoos bc his face is not on camera). he reaches out of frame.

“sorry, jus’ forgot my shirt.”

he puts his shirt on, not even realising what he just did in front of 50,000 people and walks out of the room

it all happened so fast, you sit with your jaw open like a fish, holding your now forgotten book in your hand while the chat goes wild, spamming questions of “who is that?” “is that toji?” “you and toji are together?” in a frantic, chaotic fashion.

you just look at the camera and reach forward, abruptly ending the live. fans did not stop talking about this moment for months and they most certainly did not believe you when you said toji was just at your house for a little ‘visit’.

౨ৎ

tag list: @tiredslepz | @hayatslife | @shxyxyxxxx | @snowprincesa1 | @laylasbunbunny | @mimiemie

a/n: yk how hard it is to think of ideas for this omg 😭💔

[bratzforchris]

Comfort, M. Sturniolo

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Summary: Matt's been burning out. It's taken a toll on his body and his mind, but luckily, you're always there when he needs you most<3

Pairing: Matt x feminine reader

Warnings: Burnout, mentions of disordered eating and anxiety, panic attack, pet names (baby, pretty/sweet/handsome boy)

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This was a random little idea I had while I've been out of classes and work sick! Soft hurt/comfort Matt makes me so 💗 Expect a lot of writing this week while I'm on spring break and enjoy this lil story<3

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Being a content creator was an extremely stressful job, and you knew that. You had to constantly be worried about numbers, engagement, and what looks would or would not get you media attention, good or bad. Although it may not be the same as a regular nine-to-five job, it was still incredibly taxing, and that weight was wearing down on your boyfriend roughly and quickly. 

Matt had been teetering on the edge of burnout for a while now, but just chose to ignore it, figuring if he didn’t acknowledge it, it would stay at bay. He knew you could tell; in fact, he knew everyone could tell, but that didn’t stop him from working day and night, constantly editing, pitching ideas to his brothers, and planning new videos. He refused to let you or Nick and Chris help him, not-so-logically thinking he had to ‘pull his weight’. In Matt’s head, Chris was the funny one, Nick was the editor and the smart one, and you had your own job at a local boutique downtown. You all didn’t have time to hear his issues, he thought. 

“Matt? You in here, love?” You knocked on the door to his office, worriedly gnawing on your lip. 

You hadn’t seen your boyfriend since you arrived home from work two hours ago, but you knew he was here because his car was in the driveway. At first, you had left him to his work, figuring he would come out when he was done with his tasks, but now, it was nearing dinnertime, and even the smell of food cooking on the stove wasn’t luring him out. You waited a few beats, not hearing an answer, until you decided to take matters into your own hands. You would never intrude on Matt’s personal space, but truth be told, you missed your boyfriend loads, and you were also slightly worried. 

Matt was hunched over his computer, fingers flying furiously over the keyboard as he typed out an email. He didn’t even look up from the screen until you tapped him on the shoulder, to which you only received a turn of the head and a tired, watery smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“Dinner’s ready, baby,” You whispered softly, massaging his shoulders. “I missed you today.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” he sighed, rubbing his temples and then turning back to the computer. “I have some stuff to do.”

“Matt, you’ve been in your office since I got home, darling. That was over two hours ago,” You protested gently. “You gotta be hungry, bubba.”

The awful anxiety started to creep into Matt’s mind at your questioning, not because of anything you were doing, but because he knew you were worrying about him, and he didn’t want that. “I ate earlier.” he lied, wincing at how easily the untruth rolled off his tongue. 

“There weren’t any dishes in the sink or the dishwasher and there weren’t any takeout containers. You didn’t eat, love.” You said firmly, but not unkindly. 

You had been noticing for a few weeks now that Matt was eating less and less, abandoning breakfast and usually after dinner dessert in favor of working in his office. You figured the issue would resolve itself after the influencers got out of their ‘busy season’, but here it was, two weeks later and Matt was getting worse, not better. You knew your boyfriend struggled with anxiety even before YouTube, but that wasn’t going to make you brush the issue off. 

“It doesn’t have to be a whole meal, but you need to eat something.” You continued as you massaged his neck and shoulders, him still facing the screen.

Your boyfriend didn’t say anything, and you almost thought he was ignoring you, until he turned to you, blue eyes full of unshed tears. “I can’t,” Matt cried, beginning to choke on held back sobs. “I have so much to do.” 

“Bubba, you can take a break. It’s okay,” You kissed his forehead. “No one is going to be mad at you.”

“But what if I’m not doing enough? What if Nick and Chris think I’m just letting them do all the work? What if…” Matt was cut off by his own shallow breathing, hands moving to fist his feathery brown hair. 

“Matt,” You interjected firmly. “You are panicking. You need to breathe. Copy me.”

Over your year of being with Matt, you had found that a firmer voice with no pet names usually got his attention better than an overly lovey-dovey voice when he was panicking. Matt finally looked at you, his hyperventilating slowing down as he copied your breathing. In for four, out for four. 

“Good boy.” You smiled, gently praising him as he relaxed against his office chair. 

Matt didn’t even argue when you closed out his computer. He just sat back against his chair, massaging his temples. You gently took his hand, leading him to the living room and guiding him to the couch. You knew he needed to eat, but right now, getting him calm and relaxed was the first priority. You sat down on the couch, allowing Matt to lay his head in your lap. You two didn’t speak for quite a while, allowing him to fully calm down first. Finally, you spoke, running a hand across his body and through his hair comfortingly. 

“Do ya wanna talk about it, handsome boy?” You asked kindly.

“I’m just stressed,” Matt sniffled. “I have a lot to do and Nick is already stressed so I tried to help him with editing, and,” he paused to catch his breath as tears rolled down his face. “And some people have been making mean comments about me lately.” he cried.

“Oh honey,” You said sympathetically, kissing his forehead. “I’m so sorry, pretty boy.”

“They say I’m not as entertaining as Nick and Chris cause I’m quiet.” he sobbed softly. 

“Baby, that is the furthest thing from the truth,” You told Matt, kissing his forehead. “You are sweet, kind, and funny. Anyone who says otherwise is a miserable internet troll who takes their problems out on people they don’t even know.”

“Mhm,” Matt sniffled and nodded, curling further into you. All was silent for a while as you cuddled until your boyfriend’s stomach growled. “My belly hurts.” he whimpered. 

You pouted, running your hand over his stomach comfortingly. “It’s probably because you’re hungry and stressed, honey. Those two things don’t mix well. Do you feel like eating some dinner?”

“No.” Matt said flatly, avoiding your eyes. 

“You have to eat, baby. You don’t even have to get up from the couch and it doesn’t have to be a heavy meal, but you have to eat.”

“Fine.” he mumbled, desperately trying not to cry again. 

“I love you, handsome.” You slid out from under him, softly covering him up with a blanket, before kissing his forehead with a little ‘Be right back’. 

You padded into the kitchen, grabbing a granola bar and an apple. You also refilled Matt’s water bottle that had been abandoned on the island with fresh water. Before you went back to the couch, though, you snuck into your shared room and grabbed Matt’s stuffed pug, Mr. Wrinkleton, off the bed. Based on your own anxiety experiences, you knew having a comfort object usually helped, and your boy needed all the help you could offer. 

By the time you made it back to the couch, Matt’s tears had slowed, but he was still visibly sniffling, blankly staring off into space while pulling the blanket closer to his chin. It broke your heart to see him like this, but for now, you were going to focus on comfort; you two could tackle solutions to the problem later. 

“Look who I brought,” You whisper squealed, handing Matt his stuffed animal. “He missed you.”

Your boyfriend smiled softly, clutching the plush animal to his chest. Mr. Wrinkleton had been Matt’s biggest comfort (besides you) for as long as he could remember, and that didn’t change now that he was an adult. He shifted so that you could once again sit down on the couch, before laying his head back in your lap. 

“I brought you some food, too.” You placed the snacks in Matt’s hand, planting a kiss on his forehead. 

Matt didn’t speak much as he chewed thoughtfully on the granola bar and apple. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to you; he was just so exhausted that talking seemed like an extra task. Once he had finished, he placed his trash on the coffee table and then turned over so that his face was smushed against your body. You laid in silence for a while until you softly spoke, running a hand through his hair. 

“How are you feeling?” You asked softly. 

Matt shrugged, snuggling further into the blanket. “My stomach still hurts a little. I’m just really stressed.” he said sadly. 

“I have an idea if you’re up for it.” You smiled. 

“And that idea would be?” 

“Come on, I’ll show you,” You gently took Matt’s hand, making sure he had his blanket and stuffed animal and then led him to your shared bedroom. “Lay down on your back.” You instructed. 

Once Matt had gotten himself into a comfortable position, you straddled yourself across his legs and pulled his shirt off, admiring what you saw for a moment. Your boyfriend was gorgeous and toned with tanned skin and a beautiful sleeve of tattoos that you loved to admire. You stole a pump of lotion from the bottle off your nightstand and began to massage his skin, taking extra care to rub his belly gently and massage the knots in your shoulders. 

“God, Matt. Your shoulders are so tense, honey.” You hummed when your hands met a particular knot in his left shoulder. 

In response, your boyfriend let out a soft moan, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the soft pillows of your bed. It sounded sexual, especially since you were straddling him, but Matt didn’t give a damn. The only thing he could focus on right now was the soft glide of your hands against his skin, melting all his worries away. 

Once you had finished your massage, you cuddled up next to him, pulling the covers over both of you. “Did that help a little?” You asked. 

Matt nodded appreciatively, burying his nose in your neck while holding his stuffed animal to his chest. “Mhm.” he mumbled happily. 

“I’m glad, sweet boy,” You whispered, kissing the spot behind his ear. “You know you can always come talk to me when you’re feeling stressed, right baby? I won’t judge you, nor will I ever be too busy for you.”

“I know,” Matt blushed. “I’m going to work on asking for help instead of trying to handle everything alone…” he whispered softly. 

“I’m so proud of you,” You hummed, giving him the soft praise he so heavily deserved. “You’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for, you know that?”

“I am pretty great.” the giggle and smile you had been waiting to hear all evening finally crept into Matt’s voice. 

Even when his anxiety and worries got the best of him, he would never lose his ‘Mattitude’, and that was just one reason on a very, very long list that you loved this boy with your whole heart.  

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[finelinevogue]

a montage of love

summary - a fan has put together a small video of some of your best moments together

word count - ~1.5k

pairing - boyfriend!harry x youtuber!reader

The video screen filled with pictures of you and Harry along with the title ‘A quiet love like Harry and Y/Ns’.

The ten minute video was a fan-made compilation of moments between you and Harry that were quiet love moments. Moments where you didn’t say the words ‘I love you’ out loud, but the actions were louder than words anyways.

The fan put a disclaimer on the screen and claimed that they didn’t own any of the content.

You was a YouTuber so a lot of the content came from her channel, since Harry was always so proud and happy to be on your channel.

The video then started.

>>>>Clip 1:

The background was noise, since you were in a restaurant.

You and Harry were sat on the same side of the green velvet booth, shoulder to shoulder as if it were a pain to be sat apart.

The camera was placed on the table in front of you. You didn’t want to film the whole evening, since it was along time you and Harry couldn’t afford to waste, but you wanted to record a little just for memories.

Harry’s hand comes into view to hold yours that’s resting on the table. When you accept his hand, he brings them both up to his lips to give your skin a soft kiss.

“I love you.” He said quietly, but the camera picks it up.

“I love you too.” You blushed and rested your head against his shoulder affectionately.

“You want the last bite of my chocolate cake?” He asked you.

You nodded against his shoulder and he brought his other hand, fork loaded with a chocolate bite delight up to your mouth for you.

You ate it swiftly, not allowing any crumbs.

That bite was Harry’s way of saying I love you, again, but just in a different way.

>>>>Clip 2:

Standing in front of the floor length mirror in your house, you filmed for a winters walk vlog.

Lulu, your dog, padded around by your feet, awaiting her walk.

You were showing your outfit.

“My leggings are from H&M; cheap and cheerful my lovelies! The hoodie is from Harry’s wardrobe, but I believe it’s not cheap and cheerful. Don’t ask me why it isn’t, when it’s literally just a blue hoodie…”

You often joked about Harry’s incessant need to buy expensive clothes when he could be better spending it elsewhere… like on you!

“The coat is from Zara, I think, but I bought it from Vinted. Grabbed a great price for it and we’re preventing fast fashion in this household. And finally my ugly walking boots are from Go Outdoors. Sexy, I know!” You joked.

Harry walked in behind you then, dressed in a similar attire only with black running shorts over his leggings.

“Ready?” You asked him.

“Not until you bloody zip your coat up.” Harry huffed, picking up the keys from the key bowl by the front door.

“I don’t need to.”

“Yeah, nice try you.” He laughed and then his was before you, taking matters into his own hands and zipping up your coat for you.

Technically one of your hands was filming and the other was controlling Lulu, so there wasn’t much you could do anyways.

“So annoying.”

“Huff and pout all you like, but I’m saving you from a life of misery and cold.” He looked proud of himself after he zipped you up.

“Happy now?” You sarcastically asked.

“Not without a kiss I’m not.”

You pretended like that was a chore, but really you were excited to give him a kiss. The video stopped then, because you weren’t one to expose your PDA to the public.

>>>>Clip 3:

In the same video, you filmed your walk with Harry and Lulu.

You went on a walk alongside a canal, stopping off around at a little book swap along the way. Harry picked up a book and so did you, Harry offering to carry them both as you were walking Lulu.

You were walking canal side when Harry tugged on your hand and pulled you across him.

“What are you doing?” You laughed, Lulu happily walking ahead of you both.

“Making sure you’re less likely to fall in the canal, especially if Lulu tugs you.”

Harry was now walking canal side, holding your hand with his.

You made sure the camera caught the moment where you kissed his cheek in silent thanks, forever indebted to his gentlemanly capabilities.

>>>>Clip 4:

The room is bright as the sunset burns through the room.

You are sat on the floor, in front of the sofa in the living room, filming a segment of a video where you answer fan questions.

“What did Harry get you for Christmas?” You read out the question that you were asked via Instagram.

“He decided to get me a weighted blanket, because every time he goes away I find it quite difficult to fall asleep. The idea of the weighted blanket is to mimic him lying across me, which makes me feel more safe and calms me into sleeping better.”

You blushed as you answered, picking up your cup of tea to take a sip of it to hide your embarrassment.

You paused to think about you opening that gift and how happy you had been in that moment. Harry knew not to buy you anything that was expensive or materialistic. He bought you something practical and perfect, plus the he bought it in your favourite colour; yellow.

It was such a thoughtful gift and even more thoughtful coming from a man who could’ve easily bought you a meaningless yacht if he wanted.

The front door then unlocked and you turned to see who it was.

“Hey, m’love.” Harry said as he walked through, Pleasing tote bag on his shoulder and wrapped for winter.

“Hello, you. How was your day?” You asked him, watching him take off his coat and shoes.

“Busy, but good. Yeah, we wrote an entire verse which I’m proper happy with.”

“I’m just filming a bit for my next vlog, but I’ll make is dinner in a bit.” You promised, knowing he would be hungry after a full day in the studio.

Harry walked over to you, with a bunch of colourful tulips in his hand. He crouched down beside you, waving into the recording camera before handing over the flowers to you.

“For me?” You pouted at how sweet the gesture was, “Why?”

“Does there have to be a reason?”

“Harry…” You whined, feeling like you could cry. “Thank you.”

“It’s okay. You’re worth more than that, which is why takeaway is on me tonight.” He kissed your forehead - aware that the camera was still rolling.

“It’s always on you, honey.” You joked.

“That’s right. Treat you so well, don’t I?”

You couldn’t argue with him there.

“Did you eat today?” You asked him, concerned for his wellbeing as much as he is for yours.

“I did. Mitch brought us a couple boxes of sushi.”

“As long as you’ve had something, that’s all I care about.”

“Oh what would I do without you, my love?” Harry asked you, kissing your cheek.

“Perish.”

“That’s one word for it.”

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#331

“Well, well, well.  Lookie here.  When I heard that there was a faggot in the woods behind the rest area shithouse taking load after load in the early morning, I didn’t give it a second thought.  I figured it was one of those San Francisco flag waving faggots passing through.  It wasn’t until my truck driving buddy sent me a video of you getting plowed by this farmer looking guy and you were begging him to breed you right after you took my buddy’s load in your cunt and he pissed in your face.  I had to see for myself.  And here you are….

“You are handcuffed, naked, on your knees, head bowed, and crying like a total bitch.  You know something’s up when I didn’t bring you in to the station, but rather took you here.  You have been kneeling in that position for twenty minutes processing what’s going to happen to you.  Well, let me tell you.

“Normally, had you been one of those faggots from the city, your ass would have been hauled in.  But you are local, granted from the other side of the mountain pass. Yeah, I grabbed your clothes including your ID after I handcuffed you and placed you naked in the back of my squad car.  After a quick search through my systems and then some independent internet searches I see you are a 52-year-old divorced father of four, three of which are on their own and the fourth lives with your ex-wife across the state.  Being 6’ 4”, it’s obvious from the pile of hairy beef kneeling in front of me that your 320-pounds mostly comes from a long history of working as foreman at Hilbert construction after twelve years as a Sargent in the Marine Corps. Your ID says your name is Doyle Allen Delong, but I see you like to go by Allen or even more informally your initials, DAD to your crew.

“I did find that twenty years ago you were arrested for public sexual indecency at a public bathroom outside San Diego, but that charge got dropped.  Interesting.

“Now I bet due to the torrential rain last night and the rain forecasted for this afternoon, construction has come to a halt today.  That gave you the opportunity to be a cumdump for truck drivers beginning their day, and you made a bee line here.  Now did I get any of that wrong?...

“Your silence speaks volumes.  And I am assuming you are invoking your right to remain silent.  Well let me address your rights here.  You have none.  You ain’t being arrested…. 

“Well that changed your demeanor.  Look up.  Look at me.  Yeah, I figured as much.  You are still hungry for cock, and you are salivating staring at my cock.  Well bitch, you are going to get it.  This isn’t some random spot I pulled you out of my cruiser.  This is the backside of my property.  Behind you and over the hill is my stable, and then another hill to my home.  Since your work day went to shit, you have the entire day to spend buck naked in my stable like a beast that needs to be broken.

“I don’t need to ask your permission; your hard on tells me everything I need to know.  Damn!  That is one giant pecker you have there.  Too bad it’s going to be ignored for the rest of the day.  When I approached you spread over that fallen tree, I saw you had your cock and balls tucked under your belly so no one can see.  I bet you did that so that no one would pay attention to it.   I don’t think you can fit into my biggest cock cage.  Fuck, you are leaking. 

“Damn, this is some slimy leak.  So you like being naked on your knees, hands cuffed behind you, your dick betraying an idea of you being any type of alpha male.  I bet it kills you to be a foreman, bossing your men around knowing they are more of a man than you.  I bet you fantasize about them pulling a train on you.  I was a First Lieutenant in the Army.  I know that you Marines are all alike.  Either you are a sadistic bastard or the most depraved cumdump animal.  Either you want to control, or you want to be controlled.  There’s hardly a middle ground.

“You haven’t said one damned thing yet.  You know it’s true.  You know you want to be under the control of a natural superior, one who will put you in your place and expect you to remain there.

“I assume you have no plans for this weekend.  If you do, you will be canceling them.  You are going to be my beast, my animal.  I’ll lock a hood on you, and a remote-controlled shock collar made explicitly to control animals.  I have about 8 to 10 guys that I will invite over to use you.  Your cunt and toilet mouth will be used continually throughout the weekend. 

“So will your cock.  I think I'm changing what I said earlier. There is no way that baseball bat is going to be ignored.  I’m in control of it.  There will probably be slaves over; their owners will want to see them get fucked by a beast like you.  The thing is beasts don’t show mercy when they fuck, neither will you.  The more savage the better.

“What you say, you want to be my beast, my animal for the weekend?

“…Are you cumming?  Jesus Christ!  You are.  Fuck!  Let it go.  Damn!  I've never seen a no handed eruption like that. That’s an impressive load.  I hope you can remain hard throughout this weekend, if not, there are injections to keep you hard. 

“I don’t care if you lose interest.  You will be expected to perform continually.  As you can tell, I am horned up.  My dick needs attention, and you ass is going to provide it.

“Jesus!  Now that is a fuckable ass if ever I saw one.  Here lean forward, let me guide you down.  Get that cunt up in the air.  My driver friend said you were a sloppy fuck.

“And he was right.  How many loads are up here?...  Shut up!  Animals don’t fucking speak.  Grunt your answer.  Four?  It feels like a lot more.  Fuck!  After I dump my load in you, I’ll plug you up.  Then tonight, I’ll have you dump the cum stew on the concrete in front of everybody.  Then I will have you lick it up so they can see what kind of disgusting animal you are.

“Oh fuck, I’m getting close here.  Clamp down.  Jesus!  You aren’t all stretched out.  Here it comes.  Uh! Uh! Ahhhhh!  Ah!  Fuck!

“Fucking hell.  Clamp down further; I’m pulling out.  There.  You made a fucking mess on my trousers.  I’m going to have to change them.  Let me get you over on your back. 

“You’re a fucking mess.  You are probably thirsty.  Open up that toilet mouth, and drink what you can.  Ahh….

“Damn, you are one beefy beast.  Normally I shave my slaves, but there is no way in hell I am going to touch one hair on you.  Your chest is perfect.  Your nips look a bit soft.  Titty clamps will be in your future, angry ones.

“Close your mouth.  We need to get you collared, hooded, plugged, chained up, and installed in the stable to start this weekend.  Is there anyone we need to notify?  I need to call a guy to get your work truck here. 

“If you work out this weekend, you may be spending a lot more time here than you did at that rest stop.

“Grunt me your ‘Thank you SIR’…  Atta cunt!”

[jaehunnyy]

Finally home

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff, crack, long distance relationship

Word count: 0.9k

Pairing: boyfriend!San × gn!reader (feat. the rest of Ateez)

Warnings: i guess nothing really just one curse word, pet names and a kiss, probably grammar mistakes

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There was a lot of chaos in the dorm Choi San lived in; hell, chaos wouldn’t even describe the mess in his room. Half of his clothes were scattered around the floor, while the other half was in his luggage, fighting to fit in the already loaded space. Wooyoung promised that he would help San, but his “help” felt more like a nuisance for the two-tone haired boy.

“Woo, I swear to God. Can you stop laughing and actually help me?” he sighed, looking at his friend—who only started to laugh harder.

“I can’t help it,” the youngest said between laughter “you’re just so funny when you’re serious.”

A defeated sigh escaped San’s lips again, but his face lit up when he saw Wooyoung coming in his direction, ready to help. A few minutes passed, and the door slightly opened, revealing a tall, blonde boy.

“San, we need to take you to the train station in a few—“

It took him a while to process what was happening in front of him. Wooyoung was sitting on the luggage, pressing his body on it, while San was struggling to close it.

“—minutes.” He managed to say, before starting to giggle.

All this agitation had a purpose, though. San was going to meet his lover for the first time, after three months of talking through video calls and falling asleep to the sweetness of each other’s voice.

“Hongjoong will make a big fuss about this. He told you to get everything ready by today, you know?” the eldest added, watching as the two finally won the fight against the suitcase.

“No need for him to find out. I have everything under control, see? Easy peasy.” San’s lips curled into a content smile as he spoke, before going downstairs with the others.

“San is ready, guys! C’mon,” Wooyoung said excitedly, grabbing Yeosang’s hand and dragging him to the door.

The others joined them not too much after, but they noticed someone who didn’t move at all, fixing them with his stare instead–Hongjoong. His mullet made him look a bit fierce in everyone else’s eyes, but his friends knew how much of a softie he was—so, why was he so serious then?

“You’re in pajamas, San. Do you want to go meet them like this?” he asked, fighting the urge to smile at the younger’s antics.

San gasped, running in his room and finally completing his outfit. He felt ready, but the nervousness he promised to leave home didn’t seem to let him go. “It will be okay, San,” he thought, then smiled and went to the others.

The ride to the station was a fun one, filled with laughter and the boys' teasing. San was going to miss them, but he couldn’t afford to refuse a one week vacation in the city where his lover lived.

“Take care of you, San,” Mingi smiled and patted his shoulder, to which San answered with a large smile, dimples on full display.

“And send pics!” Wooyoung shouted, making Jongho stare at him.

“I will, guys. Thanks,” he hugged them one last time, before getting on the train.

On the other side, you were more than excited to finally meet the boy who stole your heart. Even though it was hard to adjust to each other’s routine at the beginning, love made you get used to it quite fast. And now, there you were, waiting for him to finally arrive. All you could think about was hugging him and being able to admire his beauty in person; it made your heart speed up. You got more enthusiastic when you saw a train stopping, but then pouted when you realized it wasn’t the one you were waiting for. You took your phone from your bag and texted your friend, losing the track of time and failing to notice the smiley boy approaching you.

“Do you happen to be Y/N?” he asked in a teasing manner, already wrapping his arms around your waist.

You flinched at first, but forgot about everything else when you figured out it was him.

“Sannie, you’re here!” You shouted, legs instantly wrapping around his waist, while your hands found their way to his neck. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the sweet perfume he was wearing.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this, sweetheart. Thank you for being mine,” he said while tightening his arms around you, spinning you softly.

Your chuckles filled his ears, and it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. When he let you down, his hands grabbed your face softly, admiring your beautiful features, just like you did to him. He closed his eyes and got closer to you, your lips finally touching, turning into a sweet kiss, the love flame inside of you burning more than ever. He smiled, resting his forehead on top of yours. Your hands reached his dimples, poking them softly.

“It was on my bucket list, I needed to do it,” you smiled innocently, making him laugh softly: “but we have so much more on our bucket list, let’s go!”

You grabbed his hand, dragging him after you. God, he felt like he was meant to be there, like this was his actual home. Everything felt right, and he couldn’t wait for the day you could fulfill all of your dreams, together.

[dead-dove-yandere]

Hhhh, I can't help but get attatched to our lovely bakery girl~. Could I request another drabble/short story featuring Laura?

Also, 👾🌒 anon's OC giving her petnames is soooo adorable!

~ 💌

Absolutely! This ended up being longer than I intended but oh well lol.

I think 👾🌒’s OC and Laura would be really cute together well as cute as a relationship with a yandere can be lol

TW: Stalking, unhealthy parasocial relationship, obsession, delusional beliefs, abusive messages, toxic behaviour

Laura looked up from the notebook on her desk as she heard a ping. She grabbed the mouse of her computer and looked until she saw the notification and she quickly clicked on it, her eyes scanning the screen.

“Darling made a new post!”

There was a quiet gasp from her as she clicked it, the post in question opening up and loading a video. She turned her sound up and started playing the video, kicking her feet under the desk and squealing with excitement. She loved seeing you, whether it be in videos like this, fancams, photoshoots, or the rare few occasions where she was able to go to a concert and see you in the flesh. Her heart raced as she remained transfixed on the screen. The video in question was just a silly one, a joke video where you go around pranking your fellow band members. The sort of thing made purely to be fan service, but it was much more than that to Laura. In her eyes, this was how you communicated to her, broadcasting yourself to the world to capture the attention of your soulmate, her. Her eyes widened as she was enraptured, hanging onto your every word and laughing along with you in the video.

She was interrupted by another ping. Her eyes flicked down and saw that it was a message from one of her friends. She paused the video and switched tabs to read the message.

“Hey, can I talk to you about something?”

Laura typed a response, her keyboard clacking softly.

“Yeah sure, what’s up?” She watched as the typing icon appeared, taunting her as she waited, fidgeting. She wanted to finish watching your video. What could be taking so long? There was another ping as her friend finally sent a well edited response.

“I don’t want this to come off the wrong way but you’ve been talking a lot more frequently about that idol since we went to the concert and we’re concerned.” Laura frowned. She read and reread the message over and over, trying to make sense of it, not understanding what her friend was getting at. She typed back, her keyboard clacking louder as she typed faster.

“What do you mean? I’ve always been a fan of the band, I thought you guys were too? Why is it suddenly a problem?” There was another few minutes of waiting, and Laura started to get agitated, gritting her teeth as she tapped on the desk.

“That’s not the issue. It’s how obsessive you are about it now. Tbh it’s creeping a lot of our other friends out. I don’t want to be rude but you need help.” Laura’s eyes stung as tears blurred her vision. She bared her teeth as she read the message. Creepy? Why was she talking like this?

“What the hell do you mean creepy? I thought we were friends why the hell would you say something like that?” Laura got a reply almost immediately this time.

“This whole thing about you being convinced that some idol is your soulmate, it’s not healthy, Laura.” Laura didn’t even stop to think about her response, typing out whatever came to her in the moment, pressing hard enough that the keys creaked and threatened to crack. She spammed her friend with multiple messages, pouring out her anger.

“There’s nothing wrong with me liking an idol!”

“You’re just jealous because they looked at me not you at that concert.”

“We are soulmates, we are perfectly suited to one another!”

“All of you got lucky and got boyfriends or girlfriends and told me that I’d eventually find the right person but when I do all of a sudden you think I shouldn’t be with them?”

“Just because you’re all prettier than me and I’m the ugly friend it’s suddenly creepy to love someone?”

“Why are you picking on me?”

Laura never got a response to her barrage of messages. Her friend went offline and Laura groaned in frustration until her groan escalated to a scream. Tears poured from her eyes and down her face as she got up from the desk, pacing angrily until she flopped onto her bed and sobbed into her pillow. Why? Why why why? She asked herself over and over, trying to work out why her friends didn’t support her, why they all seemed to think she was some creepy stalker harassing an idol. Couldn’t they see that you and her were meant to be together. She pulled herself from the bed, and sat back at her desk, still sobbing. She blocked her friend then switched tabs back to the video of you. With only a few seconds left, she unpaused it, hoping that seeing you might cheer her up.

“And remember, the pranks I did today were all in good fun!” You say into the camera. “Real friends love and support each other - only fake friends are cruel to one another!” Laura’s eyes widen and light up as she uses her sleeve to wipe away her tears. You’re right - of course you’re right. Real friends wouldn’t do this to her. They’d support her, feed into her delusions crush. Real friends would see how perfect you and Laura are together. Laura takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she realises she doesn’t need her old friends anymore. She doesn’t need any friends at all.

She only needs you.

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[fuckmymunson]

♡ A/n: me? being? horny? for? Remus? when? when do NOT? 18+ babes! I just want this man to ruin me!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Stepbrother!Remus groans annoyed when you knock on his door, pausing the game and taking off his headset while Sirius on the discord call is arguing with Regulus. "What do you want? I'm busy." His tone was harsh as always, making you frown and roll your eyes at his usual attitude.

“I need your help, I think my laptop has a virus or something because the screen is frozen.” The confession makes him laugh, mocking your embarrassed pout. “Stop being an asshole and help me, Dad says you’re good with computers.”

“I’ll stop being an asshole when you stop being so stupid.”  He snaps back, pushing you with his shoulder, walking towards your bedroom. The moment he enters the intoxicating scent of your perfume welcomes him, the strawberry candles you love and your overall essence, sweet like vanilla and honey.

Remus inhales deeply, sitting on your desk, just to be greeted by the youtube video you were just watching, some boring chick talking about the best primer there is at Sephora. The screen, not frozen, as you said before. “What the fuck?” He mutters turning your pink chair just in time for you to climb on his lap, quick to wrap your arms around his neck.

“I missed you, Remmy.” You giggled softly, enjoying how easy was to trick him, again, playing with his curls at the nape of his neck. He didn’t appear to find the situation as amusing as you did, one hand around your neck, making you gasp.

“Do you think I care?” He growled, dangerously. “And you called me an asshole, you know you're not allowed to talk to me like that, do you want to be punished?” His grip tightened, making you pant. “Is amazing how you can enjoy this, such a slut.”

“I enjoy your attention, Remmy.” You manage to say, knowing well that deep down he wasn’t mad at all, he loved when you acted so desperate for him. “Been dying to suck you off, please?”

The blunt words you pronounce have the desired effect, and soon you’re pulling the waistband of his black sweatpants, staring in awe at his now hard cock. You lick your lips, excited, licking from base to head, delighted by the low groan that escapes his lips. “Don’t tease, you know better than that, whore.” The smile you give him makes his stomach flutter, and soon you’re gagging with his length and Remus throws his head back in the backrest of your chair. “Fuck, you’re so good at this, such a good cock-sucking slut.” The dirty talk only encourages you, a sight that never ceases to amaze him. “Good fucking girl, yes.” You adore how vocal he can be sometimes, suppressing the gag reflex with all your willpower, you mewl when Remus’s thumb caressed your cheek, brushing away some tears. “You know I can’t last long in that slutty mouth of yours, love.” Pushing your head with the palm of his hand, he forces you to deepthroat him. “F-Fuck, yes, and don’t you dare waste a single drop.” Eager to make him proud, you swallow every driblet of the hot, sticky load he releases inside your now swollen lips. 

Remus pants, cupping your face and kissing your lips, not even slightly bothered at the fact you just suck him off, actually, it turned him on further. “Give me 5 minutes and I will make you scream for mercy.” He promised against your lips. You just smile, knowing well that in the end, you always got what you wanted. 

[coqxettee]

Why I love being a girl ♡

- January 8th 2023 -

Written by Kellen-Pippa Beckett (@coqxette)

I adore being a girl. 💋

Since the beginning of the year, I’ve been literally living my mornings, afternoons and evenings on Pinterest, and as I’ve been scrolling, I’ve come across so many pretty pictures, of simple girly things that just make me so happy. Bottles of perfume, lipgloss, other pretty girls, pink clothes, bags, shoes, outfit combinations, pretty bedrooms, skincare, makeup. All kind of things I didn’t ever used to particularly romanticise and see the true beauty of up until this year. Since January I’ve not taken anything for granted, in terms of enjoying my life on this planet as a girl. There’s so many things I love to do, that I just don’t often think about. But since the beginning of 2023, I’ve been doing so many little girly tasks and activities, and I thought I’d share them with you 🎀

Girly habits to have: (@coqxette)

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🎀 Take a shower every morning, using the sweetest, sugary, and most divine shower products you can

🎀 Invest in cotton candy scented soaps, scrubs, shower gel, body lotion, hand cream

🎀 Have pretty makeup products. This will motivate you to want to do your makeup on days your not feeling it

🎀 Lipgloss & Mascara are essentials. Keep them in your purse for quick top up’s throughout the day

🎀 In your purse keep genuine essentials. A tiny mirror, hairbrush, lipgloss & mascara, headphones, emergency money and tissues/hand sanitiser

🎀 Save up your money. You know that one thing you’ve wanted for ages? (Dior bag for me ) Put some money aside each month to eventually pay out for it

🎀 Devote every Sunday to a pamper day. (Or one day a week) Wash your hair, manicure, pedicure, exfoliate, moisturiser, do a face mask, hair mask The lot ✨

🎀 Get an early night for an early morning, and do one girly thing before bed. Read a beautiful story, listen to soft music or your favourite song, watch a comfort episode of your favourite show. But try not to go on a screen 45 minutes before you actually sleep

🎀 Take time out of your day to do things YOU enjoy, playing a video game, reading a book, whatever you enjoy doing. Self care is important too

🎀 If the weather is appropriate, go on daily walks. I live in the countryside in the UK, so the weather isn’t always on my side but for people that live in hot climates, don’t take your beautiful weather for granted!

🎀 Even on windy days, a compact brush goes a long way. Keep your hair healthy, maintained. Have a hair care routine, and go to the hairdressers every 1-2 months (if you can) if you want that extra pampering feeling

🎀 Thrift to find the best stuff! Designer clothes are heavenly, but nearly ALL of my clothes are thrifted! (Some thrifted things are cuter than designer) and you can find so many vintage sales! Check TK/J MAX for Juicy Couture)

🎀 Maintain a healthy diet, but never fear to compensate when it’s that time of the month 🤒 One of my favourite, (but healthy in moderation) sweet treats are dark chocolates and it can help with cramps, so it’s a win win!

🎀 Paint your nails pink. Baby pink, hot pink, dusty pink. Just… pink

🎀 Invest in some new girly stationary. Pink notepads, pink pens. Girly stationary = girly notes & girly planning

🎀 If it’s pink and girly, buy it :)

🎀 Collect pretty jewellery! Silver or gold, or pink :))

🎀 If exercise is your thing, invest in some pink gym wear

🎀 Always keep a pair of earphones/headphones/AirPods with you to listen to girly music wherever you go. The world can seem so boring without pink, bubblegum music

🎀 Bored? Go shopping. Day off? Go shopping. No friends? Go shopping. Loads of friends? Go shopping

🎀 Have a signature scent, so people always know it’s you.

🎀 Have a box in your room dedicated to hair accessories.

🎀 Make your room girly! Pink floral bedsheets, a vanity, and fairy lights are all staples

🎀 Boys are cute but don’t obsess over them. Obsess over pink instead <3

🎀 Watch girly cartoons! It’s not childish and if it makes you happy, then it’s worth it. I love ANYTHING Barbie, I watch all of her content religiously :)

🎀 Start watching Barbie life in the dream house. This sounds niche but it’s SO cute and watching Barbie being effortlessly girly will imprint in your brain, trust meeeee

🎀 Lastly, and the most important of them all. Don’t force any of this. If your a girly girl, your a girly girl and there is nothing you can do about it! But these are just habits I tend to keep up, because I enjoy doing all of them. Don’t take being girly for granted, even when your just putting your perfume or body spray on before you go out, that’s such a lovely girly act, and remember that. Orrrrr maybe I’m just queen of over romanticising everything. Either way just implant these habits day by day and you will start to see girly changes <3

All my love… your homework is to try and do ONE of these girly things today, love you always. Stay girly, stay beautiful. - Kellen 🎀🛼

[andydrysdalerogers]

Cross-Checked - Chapter Six

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

A/N: The tag list is open!

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Previous: Chapter Five ~ Here For You ~ Leia/Andy

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter Six ~ A Swift Kick in the Pants ~ Andy

12 Weeks - December 

For the first time in weeks, I’m not woken up to the sounds of vomiting. I blink a bit when I realize that I woke up because I could smell bacon. What an odd smell in this house. I blink again when I realize there is bacon being made in my house.  I got up and threw on my shirt on and adjusted the morning wood I was sporting. I groan at how sensitive I am.  

Did I relieve myself of that pressure? 

No, no time.  

Did I dream about a certain green-eyes brunette who happens to live in my house? 

Of course not.  

Am I a complete liar? 

Absolutely.  

I take care of my business before heading downstairs, hoping I don’t find what I think I am about to find. I make it to the kitchen, and I curse under my breath. I look up, asking God to give me the grace to get through the next few minutes.  Because in my kitchen is Leia, wearing my shirt and those fucking tiny shorts again, dancing in my kitchen, making breakfast.  

I ran a hand over my face before taking a deep breath and saying, “morning Princess.  Someone’s feeling better.” I kiss the top of her head before reaching for the coffee.  

“Andy! Yay! You’re awake!” As I sit at the breakfast bar, she slides a plate in front of me loaded with bacon, potatoes, eggs and toast.  A small plate with a short stack of pancakes comes next. “We’re celebrating,” she tells me with a beaming smile.  

If she keeps smiling at me like that, she could get me to do anything she wanted.  

And she knows it.  

“Celebrating what princess?” 

“I woke up and didn’t feel nauseous.  This is the first time in four weeks that this has happened.  And breakfast is something I have been craving so when I woke up I knew exactly how to celebrate.”  She took a seat next to me with the same all be a much smaller portions.  “Cheers!” She lifts her orange juice glass and I mimic her to clink and drink.  

We chatted through breakfast before I had to get ready for practice.  Its November and we have a string of games at home, which I am dreading and grateful for at the same time. Grateful because worrying about Leia on the road is exhausting. Dreading because I will be aching for this girl and have no relief.  

Whose bright idea was it to have her live with me again? 

Right, that was my idea. I only have myself to blame.  

As I drive us into the arena, Leia is going through her phone, making notes.  “Whatcha doin’ Princess?” 

She looks up and smiles.  “Oh, I have a TikTok video I am planning out for you and the guys.”  

I groan but don’t say anything.  The one thing I have learned in Leia’s pregnancy is that I can’t turn down her ideas outright because then she tends to cry. And if she cries, I panic.  “Should be fun,” I tell her, and she smiles bigger. Fuck, this is going to be torture.  

At the arena, I head to conditioning room after I change and work on my reps. Luke walks in and takes the machine next to me. “How is she?” 

This is a daily question. Luke genuinely fears his sister, especially now with her condition. “She woke up happy and hungry.  I guess the nausea went away and she cooked a full on breakfast.” 

“That’s great!” Luke starts working out.  Soon, I can see the other guys doing their routines but everyone once in a while, one of them disappears. “Andy!” I looked up to see Leia waving me over.  I grab my towel and wipe my face as I walk over.  

“Sup Princess.”  She rolls her eyes as I laugh.  

“I need you for this TikTok.”  

“Oh, come on, Princess. Do I have to?” I pretend to be a petulant five years old with the whiny shake and everything.  

And then she turned the tables on me.  

Her eyes get big, like doe eyes and her bottom lip juts out with the smallest of quivers. Fuck! 

“No! No, don’t cry.  I’m sorry.  I’ll do anything just please don’t cry,” I plead.  

“Is he making you cry Leia?” I hear the one voice I wish I hadn’t. Swayman. I turn to look behind me and the goalie is frowning at the scene in front of him.  I gave him the perfect opening.  No one to blame but myself.  

Leia smiles.  “No, Jeremy, I’m ok.  Just the Captain here can’t handle when a girl cries.” Her fucking mischievous smile comes back, and I’ve been had. I hang my head in defeat when all of the guys start laughing. She turns on her heel and I follow like a bad puppy, flipping off my teammates as I leave the area.  

“You are a cruel, cruel woman,” I mutter as we get in the area where she is shooting her video.  

“You love me, get over it Cap.” If she only knew. She practically danced as we made it over to a setup of Christmas decorations.  “Now, take a seat and we are going to record a greeting to the fans.”  

I sat. “Do I have a script or just whatever comes to my mind?” 

“Just blurt out whatever comes to mind.” Leia smiled and I got lost in it for a moment. I refocused on the camera. “Happy Holidays from your captain and the rest of... Holy Shit!” I jumped and fell to the side of the tree as the prop bear popped up and lunged for me. My ass smarted for landing on what I think is a toy train. I fell back, trying to catch my breath as Leia and the bear began to laugh hysterically.  

“Oh my god... that was the best reaction yet!” Leia is bent over, trying to catch her own breath.  

“You suck Andrews,” I say as I try to get up.  “Who is under here?” I pulled the bear head off to find one of my defensemen, Baker, still laughing. “You son of a bitch! No wonder this is happening so far away from the locker room.”  

“Yep,” Leia pops. "Keep a straight face, Barber.  Luke and the goalies still have to go through this. Oh my god, imagine Linus tries to punch you,” pointing at Baker. He goes pale at the idea.  

“Please let me come watch that,” I beg. “Linus loves a good prank, but he is hardly the one to receive it.  Time for a little payback.” I rub my hands together.  

“If you could send me Luke with a straight face, deal.” She sticks her hand out and I shake it.  

“They’re cold Princess,” I frown as I hold on.  

“I’m fine Andy.” Her eyes moved to a member of her staff and Baker. I know that look.  Its because she hadn’t told the team yet. And she knew what he was going to say. “I have a meeting with them on Monday.”  

“Ok, I’ll send Luke in.” I ruffled her hair, to which she tried to bite me. “Watch it, Cubby.”  I ran as she tried to smack me, chuckling. I grabbed Luke and then headed for the showers.  After I dressed, I grabbed the mittens I kept in my locker for Leia, because she always forgot hers.  As I walked back, I heard a yell and smiled.  She got another one.  I rounded the corner and saw her laughing as she helped someone up.  

I stopped as my heart dropped.  Jeremy was holding Leia’s hand. I watched as he reached into his bag and pulled out a small object. He undid them and it was gloves. He took one hand and slipped it over it. He repeated the motion and then pressed them together between his and he rubbed them.  Her smile was soft and shy. When he was done, she reached up and pressed a kiss on his cheek.  

I turned and walked away.  

I was on my third beer, watching God knows what as I burrowed deeper into my feelings. I didn’t have a right to feeling like this.  If I was stronger, braver, then maybe I could tell Luke how I’m feeling and ask Leia out. My thoughts just kept spinning.  

“Hey!” I looked up to see Leia bent over the couch, smiling at me. “Whatcha doing?” 

“Sitting.”  I watched as she frowned.  I looked away from her. I couldn’t watch her getting upset. “How are you feeling?” 

She came around and sat down, pulling off the gloves that Jeremy had given her. “I’m good. How was the rest of your day?” 

“It was fine.  Had a meeting with my agent and then chilled here.” I took another swig. “Was gonna order something.”  

“Oh, can we have pizza?” I watched her eyes light up. “I have been craving the garlic knots from Tony’s.” She kicked off her shoes and put her feet in my lap, like we’ve always done.  

“Sure, Princess.” I placed the order and then looked at her again.  Maybe I took the Swayman thing the wrong way. Maybe he was just being a friend. The thought calmed me, and I was able to enjoy the evening with Leia.  The Tampa Bay game came on. We watched as Craig took a shot into the boards.  

“Have you heard from him?” Leia chewed her thumbnail. “I mean, after that one day.”  

I shook my head.  “No. He said bye to the team as a group but he didn’t call or anything. I’m not sure if I would have answered.” I took another pull of my fifth beer.  I knew I needed to stop, if anything, just because if Leia needed me, I needed to be sober.  Pizza came and we ate commenting about the show before we fell back into silence, watching the movie.  Then Leia spoke again.  

“So, Jeremy asked me out.”  

Why does she do that?  Why does she insist on dropping bombs on me when I am not ready?  How about “hey Andy, something shocking happened today” instead of just dropping the news. This one caused me to choke on my beer. “What?” 

“Jeremy Swayman asked me out on a date.  Which is weird because at first, he was flirting with me on the plane and then he ignored me. Then he flirted again but as he was putting gloves on me, he asked me to dinner.”  She said this one breath ladies and gentlemen.  I would be hella impressed except there is only one thing on my mind.  

She’s going on a date with Jeremy.  

“Oh, wow. Are you going to go?” I fake interest because that’s what a best friend does.  A good best friend.  Not the “I’m in love with you” best friend.  

“I think so. He’s nice and cute. But its weird, you know, because I’m pregnant and I haven’t told anyone about it yet.” She goes back to chewing her thumbnail. “What do you think?” 

This is my chance.  I could blow Jeremy Swayman up and get the girl.  But then she could resent me and tell me to fuck off. I still remembered what he said in the locker room. But I had already promised. Why did I do that? Why did I make that promise to Swayman? I promised I wouldn’t stand in his way because she’s not mine.  I sigh. “If you want to, go out with him. Maybe you won’t have chemistry and it's the end of that.  Or maybe you have a spark, and you can tell him about the baby.  Either way, it's up to you.”  

She smiles. “Thanks Andy.” She turns back to the movie.  

My chest hurts. “You know, I’m gonna head to bed.  Early practice tomorrow and I want to get a swim in.” I get up and kiss the top of her head. “Good night Princess.”  

“Night, Chewy!” 

I walk up the stairs, get to my room and close the door. I sit on the edge of my bed and I feel numb. I just encouraged the woman that I am completely in love with to date someone else. I’ve officially became the dumbest man in Boston. I flopped back.  

Kill me now.   

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Insecure- Pablo Gavi

A/n: hey all this if my first Gavi fic if you have any requests for him or Pedri feel free to send them to me

Wc: 1600 There is no way to escape the news it's every Instagram, Twitter, the actual news and even texts from my friends. No one will let me forget about the fact that literal the princess of Spain has a crush on my boyfriend. I'm used to people having a crush on Gavi because I mean look at him but usually it's just random people not the princess of Spain. I have tried my hardest to not let it bother me as I know Pablo will think I'm being stupid but it's so hard when everyone is talking about how the two of them could end up dating and what that would mean for his football career and whatever else.

I had managed to sort my head out and convince myself that if Pablo didn't love me he would have broken up with me but when I woke up today to find out that the king had been to visit the squad and gotten Pablo to sign a shirt for his daughter all my worries came back. The more videos that came out the more insecure I felt as he had such a big smile on his face signing the shirt and taking a photo with the king. All of this isn't helped by the fact that he's in Qatar while I'm still back home in Barcelona as we don't get to talk as often because of the time difference and our schedules. Not getting much time to talk means I never bring up my worries as I don't want to waste the time we get to call on what is definitely me being stupid.

Despite all of this I'm still excited as I'm actually going out to Qatar to watch the next game which Pablo doesn't know about so I get to surprise him after the game. We haven't seen each other in ages as of course he's been at the World Cup and even before that we were both so busy we didn't get to see each other so it's probably been about a month since I've seen him in person. The only person that knows I'm coming is Pedri as I told him so that he could help me organise everything as I have no idea where the best place to stay is and I know you can't get tickets so last minute but he helped me with all of that. Having to hide my plans has been difficult as all I want to do is tell Pablo that I will be there especially when he says he wants me to see him play but I've stopped myself from telling him as I hope he'll like the surprise.

There was a a lot of delays on my flight as the plane was late to board so then we arrived into Qatar late and then it took ages to get my bags so my schedule has been thrown out the window as I need to drop my bags at the hotel and head straight to the stadium to make it for the start of the game. Of course there is a whole load of traffic but luckily once I made it to the hotel I could walk to the stadium so I grabbed my bag and sprinted to the stadium and just about made it before kickoff. There was no time to catch my breath as the match had started and it was already pretty tense as this game determines whether the team make it out of the group stages.

It was very tense the entire game as at times they were going out and others they were top of the group and then they were second. The guys were trying so hard to score another goal but Japan were playing really well and just not letting it happen. Pablo was subbed at 68 minutes which I could tell he wasn't too happy about but he still sat and watched the team for the rest of the game. The match ended 2-1 to Japan but the boys made it through 2nd in the group which means they will be facing Morocco in the next round which I think will be a hard game as they have been playing incredibly well but I know they will put up a fight.

After the match finished I left my seat and went with all the other family of the players to go and meet them outside the changing room. Up until I was stood waiting to see Pablo I was excited but standing there I got nervous because what if he doesn't want to see me? What if he has thought about our relationship while we've been apart and thinks he'd be better off with someone like the princess. So many thoughts were swirling around my brain that I didn't even notice Pedri come out and walk over to me until he tapped my shoulder which got my attention.

"Hey are you ok?" He asked

"Yeah I'm fine just nervous" I replied

"Ok well he'll be out in a minute I'll see you both later" he said giving me a hug and then walked away

Once again I was on my own just waiting which made all the thoughts come right  even though it was just a few minutes I got myself so worried that my hands were all sweaty but also shaking with nerves. This time I was paying attention so when Pablo came out the door I locked eyes with him and tried my best to give him a smile. He came over right away and gave me a quick hug before linking our hands together and dragging me out of the stadium. I thought seeing him would make me feel less insecure but after that reaction I honestly feel worse. To me it just seemed like he didn't want me to be there and he didn't want anyone to see me there as normally after a game we will stand together for a bit before we leave but this time he just dragged me straight out. It also hurt as when he came out the dressing room he was smiling but when he saw me his smile seemed to disappear which almost made me cry but I held it together just about.

We made it back to the hotel and went up to the room together where I hoped he might actually seem excited to see me but no he just sat on the bed and went on his phone. I crawled on the bed next to him and rested my head on his shoulder to see that he was on Instagram looking at edits people had made of him and the princess together. That was the last straw for me and the tears started to fall rapidly down my face so I got up and shut myself in the bathroom where I just let all my pent up emotion go until I was sobbing. I tried to my best to be quiet but Pablo must have heard me as I heard him knock on the bathroom door before it opened as I didn't lock it. As soon as we looked at each other he came and sat on the floor next to me and pulled me into his lap. He tried to wipe the tears from my face but they just kept falling so he tried gently rubbing my back to calm me down.

"What's wrong mi amor?" He asked

"Do you still love me?" I asked back instead of answering

"Of course I do so much what makes you think I don't?" He questioned

"Well you didn't seem too happy to see me back at the stadium and when we got here you were looking at edits of you and the princess if you would rather be with her I'd understand but just tell me now" I said

"Oh sweetheart I'm sorry I didn't meant to give you the wrong impression I don't want to be with anyone other than you I promise" he said

"Then why did you act like you wished I wasn't here?" I asked

"I didn't mean to love I'm sorry I was just upset about the match and I wasn't expecting to see you I should have acted differently so I'm sorry but I'm very happy you're here" he said

We talked things through a bit more and he made me feel a lot better about my insecurity without making me feel stupid which I was worried about. Communication is all we needed but it was the one thing we weren't doing so when we actually talked about everything going on in our heads it made everything so much better. I promised to tell him when if I was feeling insecure and he promised to not let games interfere with our relationship which I think will help us in the future.

He said he wanted to make it up to me so he picked me up and carried me to the bed where he attacked me with kisses all over my face until I was laughing and smiling. When he'd cheered me up he turned the tv on and we watched a film together while cuddling. We also ordered room service most of which I ate as Pablo has a diet he is supposed to follow but I did make him eat a few things and promised not to tell anyone. We stayed up longer than we probably should of but eventually we fell asleep cuddling and much happier than we were a few hours ago.

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I have a request... 🥺

sooo y/n wins a fancall with seonghwa and jokingly gives him their number, but hwa actually messages them later 👀 please make it smutty if possible 🩷 thank you for your hard work 🙆🏻‍♀️

AAAAAAAAA thank you so much for this request!! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you enjoy reading

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Pairing: Park Seonghwa (ATEEZ) x reader

Genre: smut with a little fluff

Warnings: MDNI, swearing, mentions of phone sex, mentions of using sex toys, oral sex (male receiving and implied female receiving), public sex (kind of?? it's in a practice room)

Word count: 3436

Who knew that such an embarrassing moment would lead to something like this?

After double-checking the audio on your computer and ensuring that your camera was set up correctly, you let out a shaky sigh. You were practically restless since you got the email that you won a slot for the upcoming ATEEZ fansign. You had been a fan of theirs since they debuted and had supported them through all the crazy moments they’d gone through. 

A sound came from your computer, letting you know that your video call with the members was going to start in just a couple of minutes. Nervously, you wiped your hands on your skirt. These eight men had been an anchor for you during some of your hardest moments in life and now you were about to meet them. Words couldn’t even express the gratitude and respect you had for them. 

You saw your screen change from the waiting screen to the loading screen before Mingi popped up. Seeing his wide grin eased some of your anxiety as the two of you chatted back and forth for a couple minutes. It felt so natural talking to him, almost like you two had been friends for years. He thanked you as you moved on to the next member. 

***

You were about ready to crawl into a ball and disappear into the void, never to see the light of day again. You were for sure going to be banned from ever entering a fansign again, perhaps even from attending a concert. 

Out of complete nervousness, you, for some reason, blurted out your phone number to Seonghwa. You were sure he thought you were utterly delusional and you made him uncomfortable. He kept looking away as you told him it. So clearly, he was uncomfortable. You weren’t entirely sure what had possessed you to do it. It just spilled out. 

After the call had ended, you ended up texting your friends about it since they were eagerly waiting to hear how it went. You didn’t want to tell them, though. It was incredibly embarrassing and you were ready to take it to your grave. However, knowing these friends, they’d probably be more impressed than anything. Sending them a quick text, you plug your phone into its charger before curling up under your blankets and trying to sleep your embarrassment away.

***

“Hyung, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, you only met her for a few minutes. And what if it’s not even her number?”

Seonghwa had put (y/n)’s number in his phone as soon as the last fancall ended and was now staring at the text box as he tried to think of a message to send. He didn’t know why, but he was actually a little hopeful about texting her. Maybe it was because it seemed like she didn’t intentionally tell him it but like it happened more out of nerves.��

“I’ll be careful.”

Jongho sighed as he pulled out his own phone. “If the company finds out, they’re not going to be happy about this.”

“Well,” Seonghwa hummed, “I don’t plan on telling any of them. Do you?”

Jongho shook his head.

“Just make sure it’s actually her before you get invested.”

***

After what felt like 30 minutes, you were startled awake from your stress nap by your text ringtone. It was dark outside, indicating that you had been asleep for a few hours. You feel around for your phone before your hand lands on it. Turning it on, you have to squint as the light blinds you. You notice the 100+ messages from your friends. 

“I’ll respond to them in a bit” you mutter as you glance up to see a message from an unknown number. ‘No way. I have to still be dreaming.’

[Unknown number]: Hey, I hope that this is actually your number and not a prank. 

You scramble to sit up in your bed. “What the fuck? Holy shit, there’s no way this is actually happening right now.” Your hands were shaking as you tried to type out a response but your thumbs keep missing the keys you want to hit. 

[Unknown number]: This is (y/n) from the fansign event, right?

[y/n]: Hi, yeah, this is the right number. Sorry, I’m just a little surprised you’re actually messaging me.

While yes, you may have spontaneously blurted out your phone number to him, you knew you weren’t delusional enough to think he would actually message you. There was no way your friends would believe you if you told them you were texting THE Park Seonghwa of ATEEZ. As fellow K-pop fans, they knew how strict companies typically were when it came to using their phones and having contact with someone outside of their team or their family. 

[Park Seonghwa]: I understand. I will say, that took some guts for you to give me your phone number. 

[y/n]: haha yeah, I’ll admit, it was kind of a spur-of-the-moment idea.

[Park Seonghwa]: well, it’s nice to meet you in a little less official way.

[y/n]: it’s nice to meet you as well! 

After chatting a bit more to get to know each other, the two of you parted ways for the night. Deciding to respond tomorrow to your friends, you placed your phone on the table next to your bed and promptly fell asleep, albeit in a much better mood this time.

***

It had been a few months since the two of you had started dating and almost a year since you became friends. If you were being honest, you wouldn’t have traded it for the world.  Seonghwa was the kindest and most supportive boyfriend you could’ve asked for. There were times when you felt like you couldn’t even reach his level, but he always managed to ease those fears, making you feel like the most beautiful, amazing girlfriend in the world. 

After a month or so of your friendship with him, he finally introduced you to his members. They had been incredibly supportive and welcoming which had meant the world to you. The nine of you had quickly become close friends.

It was maybe four months after that when you realized you may have actually had feelings for Seonghwa. Sure, you had always found him attractive. It was kind of hard not to. However, this was past the point of just admiring his looks. Getting to know him made something awaken in you and it only got worse when you two started dating. The more you talked, the more you wanted to fuck him. 

And it seemed as though Seonghwa felt the same way.

[Pretty boy💖✨]: Jagiya, please? We haven’t been able to call for two weeks 😭

[Pretty boy💖✨]: Please, I’m so fucking pent up, I need you so bad

[Pretty boy💖✨]: Even if it’s only through a screen

[Y/n]: I’m really sorry, baby, I’ve just been so busy lately with work and family issues and I’m probably going to be busy the next couple of days too 😭

[Y/n]: I miss you too, though 🥺

[Y/n]: I miss the way you tell me where to move my toys (and how to use them) as if it’s you moving them around my body. I miss the way your breaths get heavier the closer you get and the way your hand moves quicker when you know that I’m also close so we can finish together. I miss seeing your face scrunch as I tell you how to touch yourself, especially as your thumb grazes your tip and I see you shudder from it

[Pretty boy💖✨]: Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, Jagiya

You smirk a little as you close your phone when you notice the luggage claim begins rotating around and you quickly notice your suitcase. As you reach for it, you feel your phone vibrate again in your pocket. You start wheeling it towards the main doors where Seonghwa’s manager was waiting. 

A month or so ago, his manager had caught him texting you, and after a very lengthy discussion, the company decided that so long as you weren’t distracting Seonghwa from his practices and promotions, they’d allow the two of you to continue your relationship. You tried to take every precaution you could as you planned the surprise visit. You had been more distracted the past couple of weeks as you prepared, and you couldn’t help but feel bad for Seonghwa. At the same time, however, you knew that all the planning and communicating between you, the rest of the members, and their manager would all be worth it.

“They should all be doing individual activities right now. The boys will know what Seonghwa’s working on. I’ll let them know when we’re close to the company so one of them can guide you to wherever he is.”

You thanked him and buckled yourself into your seat before pulling your phone out, seeing several messages from Seonghwa ranging from him begging for just a few minutes on a phone call to him telling you just how badly he needed you. 

[Y/n]: Aww I’ll help you out soon enough, okay? Just wait a little bit longer for me.

[Y/n]: Until then, would you like a few pictures? Just to help tide you over until we can call next?

You saw as your message went from delivered to read before the bubble popped up indicating that Seonghwa was typing. 

[Pretty boy💖✨]: please…

[Y/n]: alright, give me a few minutes to take some

You tried to hide your smirk as you opened your photo album to find some of the more recent pictures you had taken a few nights before you left. They didn’t show anything, but you were clearly in just your lingerie or were wearing something with nothing else underneath. You posed yourself in ways that you knew would get to him quickly. 

You may not have been dating for a long time yet, but you knew how to get Seonghwa going. 

“Alright, we’re almost here. Do you want to text one of them, or do you want me to?”

“Huh? Oh! I can text one of them. Probably Hongjoong.”

Their manager nodded as he continued driving back to the company’s building.

[Y/n]: Hey, Joong, I’m almost there. Wanna meet us at the elevators coming from the parking garage?

[Mullet man]: Sounds great! He stayed back to keep working on the choreography for our upcoming comeback so I’ll take you there when you get here.

[Y/n]: Thank you, mullet man

[Mullet man]:... what did you just call me

***

“He’s just in that last door at the end of the hallway.” Hongjoong gestured down the hall. “I have to get back to my own schedule so I’ll let you find him.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

Hongjoong smiled and nodded at you before he turned and made his way back to his studio. You started walking down the hallway, following the sound of music coming from the last door. However, it seemed as though the lights were off.

‘Did he leave and forget to turn the music off?’

You opened the door and peeked your head in before glancing around. Not seeing anything immediately, you were about to turn around and leave when you heard a moan. You knew the song that was playing and knew that there wasn’t a moan in any part of the song. You turned to face the direction the moan came from and noticed your boyfriend seated on the floor and leaning against a wall. His sweatpants were pushed halfway down his thighs as he moved his hand up and down the length of his dick. 

Your gaze moved to notice his face. The way his blush spread across his face, the glazed look in his eyes as he watched himself in the mirrors across from them. The way he threw his head back whilst biting his lip as he hoped to keep back another moan. You could tell he was close when his breathing got more and more erratic.

“Looks like you could use some help with that.”

“Oh shit!” Seonghwa, in a panic, tried to grab whatever was closest to him to cover himself up as he heard you. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, but it was still kind of cute the way he tried to cover himself up.

Unfortunately, in his panic, he ended up hitting his head on the wall next to him. Groaning in pain, he held his hand to his head, using the other to cover his still-obvious erection. 

“Oh, Seonghwa! Baby, are you okay?” You rush over to him, straddling his legs as you reach up to feel the spot where he hit his head. You move his hand, hoping to see how bad it might be. Thankfully, there wasn’t anything there, so you brought your lips up and placed a small kiss on the spot that he hit. 

“(Y/n)? You’re here?” Seonghwa’s voice was barely above a whisper as he looked up at you.

“I am.” You place a quick kiss on both of his cheeks. “Are you okay?”

Seonghwa nodded before looking down between the two of you. “Can… can you help me with this?” He gestured between the two of you and you immediately caught on to what he meant. 

“Well,” you pulled Seonghwa into a deep kiss before pulling away. “I did offer, didn’t I?”

You immediately noticed the returning blush before Seonghwa placed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you back into the kiss. You placed your hands on Seonghwa’s chest, humming into the kiss as his other hand trailed along your thighs. Pulling away, Seonghwa lets out a whine.

“Shhh it’s okay. I just can’t do as good of a job if it’s covered with fabric.” 

Using your hands, you push against Seonghwa’s chest, lifting yourself off Seonghwa’s lap, and begin to shimmy his pants further down his legs. Untying his shoelaces and pulling his shoes off his feet, you’re finally able to fully pull his sweatpants down. You crawl your way back up and give Seonghwa another kiss before grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

Trailing kisses down along his chest, you make your way all the way down to his dick. You place a light kiss just on the tip and glance up as you hear Seonghwa suck in a deep breath. He looks down at you with hooded eyes and cups your cheek. You lean into it a bit before pulling away and begin to place kisses all around his thighs, getting dangerously close to his erection a couple of times. 

“P-please…” Seonghwa panted as his hands slipped into your hair.

“Please what?” you hummed and looked up at him from your position between his legs. “C’mon, use your words baby.”

“Please stop teasing me.”

“Alright,” you nodded. Moving into a sitting position, you cup Seonghwa’s face so he’d look at you. “But, you can’t touch me, can’t hold my hair, you have to just sit there like a good boy until I think you’re ready to cum. If you do,” you leaned forward and gave him a small kiss on his lips. “I’ll have to start over. Do you understand?”

Seonghwa bit his lip as he nodded, clearly desperate for your touch.

“No, use your words. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand. Fuck. Please just touch me already.”

Smirking, you lower yourself again and place a couple kisses along his dick, your last one at the very tip, before taking it as far as you could in your mouth. You started slow, allowing yourself time to adjust and find a more comfortable position on the ground. You could hear Seonghwa’s breathing pick up the more you moved. Seonghwa’s dick was an average size, not too long, not too thick. Frankly, it was just the perfect size for you.

You hadn’t ever given a blowjob to another person before, so the sensation was certainly a new one. When the tip hit the back of your throat, you gagged a bit, causing your mouth to close slightly and you heard Seonghwa hiss from the sensation of your teeth touching his dick. You pull off and look at him, taking note of the way his eyes were glazed over as he looked back at you.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Seonghwa hummed. “Fuck you feel so good.”

You giggle a bit before leaning back down and taking him into your mouth again. Seonghwa lets out a loud moan and quickly tries to cover his mouth but you can still hear all of his little whimpering. All of a sudden, you feel Seonghwa’s available hand tangle into your hair, causing you to pull off. Seonghwa lets out a whine in protest before he notices your expression.

“You touched.”

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” Seonghwa was close to tears at this point. “Please, keep going. You feel so fucking good.”

You move to kiss him again, holding onto his chin as you pull him in. “Since you asked so nicely, I won’t keep you waiting any longer.” With that, you slid between his legs again and began slowly bobbing your head up and down his dick. You felt the way Seonghwa’s thighs tensed the further you moved down his dick, the way his body shuddered as you hummed, and the way his breathing became more erratic as you picked up your pace.

You were thankful for the music still playing in the practice room because you were certain that without it, the noises Seonghwa was making would’ve been much more audible. He kept trying to muffle his whimpers, but you knew he was close and it made you pick up your pace a bit. 

Seonghwa threw his head back, a loud moan escaping his lips. His hands were clenched at his sides, desperate to touch you, to guide you. He knew better, though. You knew he knew better.

“Mmmmn wait. I-I’m close. Please.”

Hearing him, you started going even faster. Your hands were gripping Seonghwas thighs. You were sure that your nails were going to leave marks. The tip of his dick kept hitting the back of your throat and your vision started to blur from the tears. Seonghwa started wiggling his hips, trying to move deeper, but he quickly stopped when your grip tightened on his thighs. 

“Fuck, jagiya, you feel so good. Nnnnnnnn- I’m gonna cum. Fuck.”

You hummed again, sending vibrations down his dick. Seonghwa brought a hand up to his mouth in an attempt to muffle his moans. Sliding one of your hands up his chest, you start squeezing his chest, occasionally taking his nipple in between your fingers. 

“I-I’m so close. Please, let me- let me cum. Please.”

You barely pull away, a strand of saliva connecting his dick to your mouth. “Cum for me, baby” you panted and took him back into your mouth. Seonghwa’s moans were high-pitched and desperate. You felt his hand grab onto your hand that was on his chest, almost as a way for him to stay a little grounded with you. Sure, it broke the “no touching” rule, but at this point, you couldn’t give two shits. You prepared yourself and not a moment too soon because the next second, you felt Seonghwa release into your mouth. You paused for a moment, letting him finish before you started moving again, milking the rest of his cum out of him. Seonghwa whimpered at this and pulled your head off. 

You stared into his eyes seeing nothing but love and adoration for you. He pulled you in for a deep kiss and he could taste the cum still lingering in your mouth. Using his thumbs, he caressed your cheeks and you felt yourself melt into his touch.

“Hi,” you giggled as you pulled away, your foreheads against each other.

“Hi,” Seonghwa’s voice was soft as he stared at you. “Hell of a first meeting, huh?”

“Mmmmmm, I’d say it’s the perfect first meeting.”

Seonghwa chuckled at this, his hands moving from your cheeks to the waistband of your pants. “I think there’s just one thing that would make it even more perfect.”

Confused, you pull away, looking him in the eyes. Seonghwa stood, pulling you to your feet as well. You still weren’t quite sure of what he was talking about until his hands started pulling at the hem.

Oh.

Seonghwa made quick work of your shirt before dropping to his knees and pulling your pants down. He helped you step out of them before he turned his eyes to you. 

“I have to return the favor somehow.”

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Tim, I think it’s time we had a chat.

Listen, son, you can’t have failed to notice that your mum and I are going through a bit of a rough patch. When I met you guys three years ago, I knew your mum had had it hard - single mother, raising a boy on her own, all that. And I liked you, Tim. I do like you. Do you like me? Good. Good.

Look, you’re eighteen now, and old enough to know the truth. And I wanted to wait until this weekend, when your mum was away on business, so we could have a good talk about it all. See, the truth is, we’ve been in a rough patch for a while. We haven’t even slept in the same room for just over a year. And, well, then there’s you.

See, I know your secret, Tim. I know all about the false wood panel in your wardrobe floor, and I’ve seen the porn you’ve hidden beneath it - big, hairy men with bulging crotches. Oh yeah. And I know what else you’ve got hidden in there. What - you didn’t think I’d miss a pair of my underwear? Hehehe. I notice it was a dirty, used pair out of the laundry basket, too. Covered in the stink of my sweaty arse and crotch, and with a couple of loads of my cum in them, and all. I’ll give you three guesses who I was thinking about when I blew those loads, boy, and it certainly wasn’t your mum.

But I did notice some teeth marks on them, as well. Have you been sniffing and sucking on my used undies when you’re jerking yourself off, boy? You have, ain’t’cha? Dirty faggot boy, I fucking knew it.

Well, how’d you like to taste the real thing, eh?

Yeah, that’s your stepdad’s big dick, boy. I think you’d better get it in your fucking mouth where it belongs. Good lad. All the way down.

Now, I’m gonna record this on my phone, boy, and I think I’m gonna send it to your mum. Keep sucking, and don’t interrupt.

Mandy, give yourself a second to really look at this video. That’s your only son there, deep-throating his stepdad’s cock like the antidote’s in my balls. And his mouth is sweeter than your pussy by far. Also, just for good measure - keep sucking, boy - it’s nearly 3 on a Saturday afternoon. And you know what happens at 3 on Saturdays, don’t you Mandy? Yeah, ten of my mates come over for a barbecue and some beers by the pool out back. But I think this week, instead of the barbecue we’re gonna take your faggot son into your bedroom and pass him around until we break the fucking bed. Then when we’ve finished cumming in your son, I’m gonna let every single one of my mates spunk all over your sheets and wipe their cocks clean on your pillow.

Don’t bother responding to this, Mandy. As soon as I hit Send, I’m turning it off and throwing mine and Tim’s phones in the pool. Then we’re out of here as of tomorrow afternoon. You’ll never see either of us again. I don’t know quite what to do with Tim yet - whether to have him working every street corner in the city as a prostitute, or keep him as my full-time slave boy. Either way, I’ll be letting fat old men cum up his arse every day without fail.

Y’know what I always liked about you, Mandy? You were a sure thing. You were easy. A slut, really. You’d have your knickers down for the first bloke you saw. And Tim’s just the same. Isn’t that right, boy? Yeah, keep gagging on that cock, faggot. And now I’m -

Careful, boy, you’re going the right way to have me cumming down the back of your throat any second, you keep sucking me like that. Haha - is that what you want, boy? Eh? Your stepdad spunking all over your fucking tonsils while your mum watches? Dirty fucking faggot. Well here it comes, boy, hold still. Here it fuuuuucking comes, you cunt. Yeeeeahhh, didn’t spill a fucking drop, did ya, boy? Good lad. Open wide, let me and your mum see your empty mouth after you’ve swallowed my cream. Good boy. And there you have it. Mandy. Tim’s a cocksucking little slut, just like his mother.

Well, I’m gonna go now. My mates will be here any minute, and then we need to decide who gets to take Tim’s virginity - y’know, before the rest of us spend all weekend gang-raping him in your bed. Bye.

That’s it sent, boy - and there goes the doorbell. Run outside and throw both phones in the pool. Then come back in the house, go into your mum’s bedroom and get on your fucking back. I wasn’t joking about breaking the fucking bed, boy. We’ll be raping both your holes pretty much constantly for the next twelve hours at least. Obviously no condoms or lube, and I think I’m gonna let Steve - he’ll be the fattest, oldest bloke in the room - break you in first and take your virginity. Oh - and for the rest of the weekend, as far as you’re concerned my name is Daddy and everyone else is called Sir. That is, if we allow you to speak for the few seconds an hour that you don’t have a cock in your fucking mouth. And if we do allow you to speak, it’ll only be to beg for more cock. I can’t wait to watch Steve split your cunt in two with his fat baseball bat of a dick and then make you lick your own cherry off it. Get comfy in that bed, faggot, because you ain’t going anywhere for a good long time.

[sappynapper]

heyy can you do romantic cc!dsmp x figure skater!reader?

plsss i love ice skating!! im gonna interpret this as like, reader loves skating and competes locally so it’s not a famous!reader thing and more about the skating

cws: gn!reader, fluff

Dream

brags about you sooo much

like everyone he knows knows everything about your skating and has seen endless pictures and videos that he takes when he comes to watch you

embarrassing but he’s so proud of you, like he stans you so hard it’s kinda funny

always brings a huge bunch of roses for you when you’re competing so he can present them to you dramatically if you win or make you feel better if you don’t

and ofc he insists on getting you the best skates money can buy and paying your coaching fees so you can get the best person going

he also tries to learn more about it, watching loads of youtube videos and listening in on your talks with your coach so he can understand your passion better and offer advice on your form and stuff during your casual practices

if you’re into skating as a fan too he gets you tickets to watch big skating tournaments / lots of signed memorabilia etc

basically he’ll do anything to support and show interest in your hobby, well almost anything

he refuses to actually skate with you bc he knows how bad you’ll show him up and he’s not about it lol

makes jokes about not wanting to steal your thunder bc obviously he’d be sooo good and that’s why he won’t skate with you

he might secretly get some lessons if you’ve been together a while though, so he can surprise you one day...

Sapnap

can’t understand how elegant you look on the ice, you make it look effortless

like he’s a texas boy so i reckon he’s probably never ice-skated in his life, except the one time you dragged him onto the rink with you

he lasted less than three minutes before calling it and has flat out refused to ever go on again

he DOES love taking you to the skate park tho, and you get into inline skating (bc they’re kinda similar at the end of the day) so you can skate together “on solid ground” as sap puts it

also he can’t get over what you wear for competitions

like he feels kinda conflicted tbh bc obviously you look sexy asl in those skin tight outfits but they’re also just a tiny bit goofy

they remind him just slightly too much of pro-wrestling ??? idk

he’s amazed by you though and his lockscreen is a selfie he took during a competition with him going crazy in the foreground and you doing some insane spin jump in the background

the photo’s kinda blurry and you didn’t actually land that jump but he does not care

you two have a tradition of getting drive through take out on the way back from competitions or difficult practices bc it helps you decompress, and you shit talk your competitors together in the privacy of his car

he also heckles the judges that give you bad scores like he’s at a football game and you’ve had to tell him to stop so he doesn’t get banned

George

he just genuinely really enjoys watching you skate

he’ll sit on his own in the stands for hours just watching you practice, or even just scrolling on his phone, but he likes to be there with you anyway

sometimes he’ll facetime karl or somone and show them what you’re doing and he always gets so smiley

he has a lot of fun coming to watch you compete too and he makes a whole thing of it like he’s going to watch a big sports league final or the olympics or something and you’re his favourite team

like holding his breath when you do difficult jumps and spins he knows you struggle with and jumping up and cheering when you land them

of all of them he’s definitely done the most skating, with you and just in general

he’s still not very good but he can mostly stay on his feet and just laughs when he falls over bc fun > ego every time with georgie

loves just holding your hand while he stumbles around the rink with you or holding your hand over your head while you do a lil spin

he thinks you always look the most beautiful while skating: all giddy and smiley from doing your favourite thing and cheeks flushed from the cold and the exercise

Karl

another one who goes way overboard with the cheering just to be a dork and embarrass you

but also bc he is so genuinely proud of you and how hard you work to be good

he can’t make a lot of your competitions or any practice really bc he’s so busy with his work, but when he can be there he makes up for it with a bunch of flowers and gifts, and so much praise and cuddling

celebrates your wins and feels your losses so sincerely bc your success is his success and your sadness is his sadness

he undoes your laces and takes off your skates for you every time he’s there to do it

and after the stream where he drew on those sneakers you asked him to decorate your practice skates with whatever he liked so he could always be there with you in a way

he got so in his head about doing something incredible and you had to tell him you just wanted cute lil doodles and they’d be perfect bc he drew them

they came out like a graffitied primary school desk but with loads of different colours and little hearts and stick figures of the two of you smooching plus some affirmations about how amazing you are

he was so nervous to show you but you ADORE them and would wear them for competitions if you could

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#339

“So, this is what you do when you make deliveries?  You run to the local rest stop and suck off men on their lunch breaks in the bushes?  Shut up.  There’s no need to deny it.  I have video of you totally naked being spit roasted by those two construction guys while that trucker was waiting for one of your holes to open up….

“I saw our van sitting empty.  I went into the shithouse to find no one in there.  I saw this truck driver come out of the bushes and I asked him what’s going on back there.  He said, ‘Cum Dump Curt is back.  You should see him.  He’s taking load after load.’  You come here so often you have a reputation… and a nickname.  Look I don’t care what you do off the clock, but when you are on the company’s dime, you belong to the company. 

“I was able to log into the company’s system here, and I pulled up your schedule.  You were on deliveries all day.  I checked the van, and luckily for you, you completed that before coming here and being a whore.  I would have fired you right now had that been otherwise.

“I should just do that.  I have the video; I can do it.  I don’t know.  What do you think I should do with you?  Hunh?...

“…Oh please.  I ain’t going to forget about this.  You want to keep your job, you need to start begging.  And make it convincing….  Shouldn’t begging be done on your knees?...  I don’t care who sees you.  You didn’t care when you were strutting around naked taking load after load.

“Now beg.  Really beg.  Here let me make this even more humiliating.  Move back a little.  I want to get out.  With me standing inches in front of you, grovel for your job….

“You are saying a lot of how you need this job, and how losing it will affect you.  I get it, your life is pathetic, and you are a piece of shit for having such a fucked-up life.  But what about me?  What about my needs?  What’s in it for me? 

“…You’ll do whatever I ask?  Well, that’s blatantly obvious.  And being Cum Dump Curt, I assume you will be desperate enough to eventually get around to begging me to use your holes?  Am I right?...  Fuck, you have no shame.  You are willing to whore yourself to me to save your job.

“The question is now, are your ass and throat worthy of my cock?  The answer is obviously no.  I’ll tell you what, when I logged in to check out your schedule, I input a personal day off for you tomorrow.  With me not working on Fridays, that will give me three days and the rest of today to find out if you are worthy.

“…What?  You thought I drove 20 minutes out of my way to check a company van out?  No I came here to drain my balls, not knowing you set up shop.  We are going to start with me stirring up that spunk stew and dumping my five-day load in your ass.  Get back in those bushes, get naked, and get on all fours with your ass up high.  You do exceptionally well this weekend with the hell I am already thinking to do to you, you will not only get to stay in your job, but you may wind up with a raise.”

[pedrito-friskito]

harrington takes a shot - steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve is the most nervous for your date, and you’re in desperate need of a distraction.

warnings: mentions of shitty parents, steve harrington is a Sweet Boy™️, p-in-v (BUT THERE’S A CONDOM WHO AM I), mentions of horror movies, that’s about it I think???

a/n:ok I cranked this out in like an hour, unedited, mistakes are my own, but enjoy some sweet little steve!!!

🍂kay’s autumn adventures🍂

Steve is nervous.

It’s a new feeling. He shouldn’t be nervous. He’s been on loads of dates, asked out half the female population of Hawkins according to Robin, but this is a new feeling. The butterflies are semi-familiar — he hasn’t felt those since Nancy — but the nervousness, the sweep of anxiety that zips through him whenever he sees you, that’s new.

“It means you like her, dingus,” Robin is quick to tell him, rolling her eyes while she fixes her makeup in the passenger seat of his car. “You wouldn’t be so worried if you didn’t care.”

He can’t argue with that logic. “Huh. Well, in all fairness, this is partially your fault, you know.”

“What?” Robin squeaks, jumping on the defence. “How on earth is this my fault?”

“You’re the one who neglected to tell me that your cousin was not only drop-dead gorgeous, but also the coolest girl I’ve ever met in my life.”

She just starts laughing. “She’s my cousin, Harrington, you’ll have to forgive me for not drooling over. This isn’t Kentucky.”

“Right, but that doesn’t stop you from telling me, your desperately lonely best friend and closest confidante, about any eligible ladies you may have stashed away.”

“If you say the words eligible ladies to me ever again, I’m disowning you.”

“Sorry.”

He drops Robin off at Vickie’s, kills a few hours with Henderson before his shift at Family Video. He’s still nervous, too much energy stuck in his body, toes tapping and knees bouncing for all eight hours. Three o’clock on the dot, the phone rings, and Steve breezes out his usual thank you for calling Family Video, what film are you after? before nearly choking on his breath when he hears your voice on the other end of the receiver.

“Hey Steve, it’s me,” you say, and he can practically hear the way you’re chewing your lip. You’d done it the first time you’d met, and the entire five minutes it took him to get the question out and ask you to hang out with him, even after spending a full day talking to you. It was endearing as hell. “Just checking if we’re still on for tonight?”

“What? Me? Oh, yes, oh my god, yes, of course we are,” he sputters, and smacks himself in the forehead. “Shit. Yes, is what I meant to say. Yes, we are still on. Pick you up at seven?”

“Seven’s perfect,” you reply, and he can’t stop himself from jolting with happiness. Then the bell above the door announces a customer and he nearly groans aloud. Is his shift over yet?

“Great. I gotta go. People need movies and whatever. See you at seven!”

He slams the phone down a little too forcefully, realizing after a beat that he didn’t wait long enough for you to reply, your farewell lost to the dial tone, and groans audibly this time, turning the heads of the group of tweens browsing the romantic comedies.

By some stroke of luck, the rest of his shift goes shockingly quick, and before he knows it, Keith is showing up to take over for the night. Grabbing his own stack of rentals, Steve’s out the door in a flash, vest balled up and tossed in the backseat, engine revved and a hand pushed through his hair before he peels out of the lot.

You just moved to Hawkins — why your family would want to leave New York for Indiana he doesn’t know, but he’s quietly happy that you did — and you live on the other side of town, a few streets over from Robin. He’s surprised to see you sitting out front, bundled in your jean jacket and perched on the porch. You get up when he rolls to a stop at the curb, jogging down the steps and the path that leads to the house. As you approach, he doesn’t miss the way you swipe at your cheeks.

“Hey, everything okay?” he asks as you yank the door open, flinching slightly as it slams shut.

“Fine!” you say, your voice artificially bright. “Can we go?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” he replies, and starts to pull away, seeing the front door of your house open just as he hits the gas. “You sure you’re okay?”

There’s a long pause, a hiccup that makes his chest hurt, and a quiet: “No.”

“Parents?” he asks, not wanting to pry to much. He glances over and sees your nod, and offers his right hand, reaching over the gearshift towards you. “I know the feeling.”

Your fingers thread through his, knuckles thinner than his own, slotting nicely against his palm. It’s satisfying in the best way, and he squeezes your hand. 

“I got a bunch of movies from work,” he tells you, “and I ordered a pizza on my way out that should be there shortly after we do. We can eat and hang out and you can forget all about it for a while, yeah?”

You pull his arm into your lap, wrapping your own around it like a vine, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Thank you.”

He kills the engine as he pulls into the driveway, and you make to get out, but he stops you, sprinting around the car to open your door. You give him a watery laugh as he offers you a hand, pulling you out of the seat and closing the door behind you.

Twenty minutes later, the pizza has been delivered, the first movie is playing, and you’re curled up on the couch. You wasted no time slipping yourself beneath Steve’s arm, snuggled close to him, and he’s trying very hard to ignore the butterflies rioting in his stomach. You’re just so pretty. He hasn’t asked anything more about the state of you when he picked you up, but it’s a familiar scene to Steve. 

Robin had let it slip that part of the reason for your move from New York to Hawkins was because your dad had lost his job, so they had sold the house you’d grown up in and downsized to Indiana. She’d also mentioned that it had put a…strain on your parents’ relationship. It was a song that Steve knew all too well.

He was surprised at your movie pick. He’d grabbed a variety from work, and you’d frowned when you saw most of the options were slashers or horror, admitting they weren’t your favourite genre. “Tis the season,” he joked, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks flared red. “I can find something else, if you want, or we could go back to the store and—”

“This one,” you’d declared, and pointed to Friday the 13th.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

Now, forty minutes into the movie, he can see why you said slashers weren’t your favourite. You’re terrified, it’s easy to see, and Steve’s cursing himself internally. Why didn’t he just ask you what you wanted to rent?

But…if he’s being honest, it has it’s perks.

You’re practically in his lap, for one, knees dragged up to your chest, your torso turned against his, hand curled in the front of his t-shirt like it’s a lifeline. He’s got one arm around you, his hand tucked against your ribs, nose buried in your hair, and goddamn you smell amazing.

And the noises. The shrieks and screams coming from the tv have drowned them out some, but it’s definitely not enough to distract him completely. You let out tiny squeaks and whines, at one point flat out moaning and hiding your face in his chest.

“How are you not scared of this?” you ask him at one point, and he doesn’t have the heart to tell you that he’s much too distracted by you with your noises and your perfect scent and you’re just so pretty.

“We can turn it off,” he says by way of answer, swallowing hard, trying to will away the twitching in his jeans, “if you want.”

“Or you could distract me,” are the next words out of your mouth, and there’s no stopping the twitch now. It’s not a twitch so much as a full on rush of blood.

“Oh.”

“Is that a no?” you ask sweetly, turning your face up to his, and Steve’s jaw nearly drops.

He reaches up, takes your face in his hand, chin resting between his thumb and index finger, the rest of his digits spanning your jaw. Your warm breath fans his face and his eyes skirt over yours as he leans in, slowly, slowly, slowly.

You surge forward at the last second, capturing his lips with yours, a tiny noise falling out of you as it happens. Steve nearly jumps, instantly caught up in the taste of your mouth, the way your lips are so fucking soft, the way your hand fists his shirt tighter.

He’s so hard he feels lightheaded, and it only gets worse when you adjust yourself, swinging a leg over his hips and settling into his lap. If you can feel it nudge against your thigh, you don’t say anything, busying yourself with your hands in his hair while his find homes on your hips. 

“You’ve got really great hair,” you mumble into his mouth, pushing your knuckles through his strands. It feels so good, and he nearly tips his head back, but refuses to stop kissing you. He’s drunk, he’s addicted, he’s hooked, and he can’t stop. You grind your hips into his and your mouth drops open, his name breathed back into his lungs. “Shit, Steve…Steve?”

“Tell me,” he says, his voice dropping low, gravelly even to his own ears.

“Take me upstairs?” you ask, kissing him slowly, hands tugging light on his hair. “Please?”

+

He doesn’t say a word as he leads you up his room. The movie is turned off, the front door locked, and he threads his fingers through yours, tugging you behind him as he ascends the stairs. You’re chewing your lip the whole way, only stopping when he stops at the top of the staircase, pausing to pull you close and kiss you harder than he had on the couch. “Are you sure?” he asks, something in those brown eyes making your heart ache. “We don’t have to, is all I mean. I want to, don’t get me wrong, but I only want to if you want to, y’know? I just mean—”

You quiet him with another kiss. “I want to, Steve. I really do.”

The little half-smile he gives you makes your heart pick up in your chest, and he leads you down the darkened hallway. 

His room is what you expect it to be, posters on the walls and the bed unmade, laundry spilling out of the basket and a stack of books on the desk. The thick scent of his cologne permeates the room, and you inhale deeply, grabbing him by the front of his t-shirt as he closes the door, leaning up on your toes to kiss him once more.

He’s careful as he lays you out on the bed, careful as he pulls your clothes off. It’s gentle and slow, kisses littered everywhere his mouth can reach. And all the while, he’s watching you, eyes raking over every inch of your body.

“Fucking pretty.” 

Once you’re fully nude on the mattress, he pushes your legs apart gently, mouths his way from your knee to the dip where your thigh meets your hip. He blows a cool breath over your core that has your back arching, sheets twisting in your grip, and when his tongue touches you, you sing his name like a prayer, diving a hand back into his stupidly soft hair.

It’s not long before you’re pulling at him, hauling him up and over you, flicking the button on his jeans and pushing them down his hips. He pauses for a moment, fishing a condom out of the nightstand, and you take a moment, returning the favour, eyes travelling the length of his body.

He makes an almost strangled noise when he pushes inside you, lashes fluttering against his cheeks as your nails rake his back. You hold him close, closer than you’ve held someone in a long time, your body reacting to his, desperate for more. “Pretty,” he breathes out as he starts to move, face tucked against your collar, hot breath fanning your chest. “So fucking pretty. Feel so fucking good.”

Neither of you last long. Pleasure comes to you high and tight, shooting down your spine when he pushes a leg towards your chest, nearly bending you in half, driving against every nerve inside you. He falls quickly after you do, breath stuttered in your ear, your name drawn out in the best way.

You lie there a long time after, after he’s cleaned himself up, after you’ve snuck off to pee. You lie on your stomach, Steve on his back, his pillow bunched beneath your head. He drags his knuckles up and down your spine, eyes glued to the movement of his hand. It’s soothing, aimless patterns that make your eyes threaten to droop.

“Thank you,” you murmur, your words the first in a while, Steve’s face angling to look at you. “For not asking earlier. When I was…” You sigh, your shoulders moving with the force of it, and Steve flips onto his side, changing hands, his whole palm now skimming up and down your back. “Parents suck sometimes.”

“I know the feeling,” he says, echoing his earlier words, his eyes big and honest. “Happy to distract you, whenever you need.”

You stare at him for a long moment. “You’re not what I expected, Steve Harrington.”

He quick a brow, cheeks flushing. “Is that a good thing?”

“It is,” you nod. “I want to know more.”

“About?”

“You.”

He grins, and leans over to kiss you lightly, palm settling into the small of your back. “I want to know more about you too.”

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