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hannieoftheyear · 4 months

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kim mingyu x fem reader

this is part 2 of my sexting au I posted last week! you can check out part 1 here

pwp, smut with fluff at the end, MDNI!

warnings: switch mingyu, fingering, cum eating, protected penetration, he has a big dick, size kink if you squint.

6k hehe

note: thank you so much for the support on the first part♡ I hope you like this and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes

Kim Mingyu: guys I told Seokminnie to come at 9😊 [15:36 pm]

Kim Mingyu: come to my place at 8 so we can arrange everything🙏

Kim Mingyu: and don’t forget to bring the stuff on the list😁

The new text from the group chat made exclusively for tonight’s surprise party lights up your screen, taking your attention away from the tv show you were watching.

You have the urge to ask why he decided the time on the same day, but you don’t. You have a feeling that things are still a little awkward, and you never talked much anyways so it would be weird.

These few days, even if you tried not to, the only thing occupying your mind was your little chat with Mingyu.

Can sexting change your view of a person? That sounds so stupid. You were never mean to him, on purpose at least, and you would always think twice before going somewhere if he was going too. But now, you find yourself a little excited at the idea of seeing him.

You have about four hours to get ready and half an hour to get to Mingyu’s place. There’s plenty of time, so you finish the episode of New Girl you were re-watching and begin to get ready.

You absolutely do not think about seeing Mingyu for the first time since your… conversation. Not during your shower, where you shave your whole body. Not while picking a cute outfit you don’t usually wear that flatters your body and shows off your boobs. And absolutely not while doing your make up, you just happen to choose a red lipstick that has been sitting collecting dust since you bought it. There’s nothing wrong with trying different things sometimes!

Looking in the mirror, you realize that maybe you went a little overboard, not enough so that your friends would think it’s on purpose, but it is definitely noticeable.

Whatever. You’ll welcome whatever attention you might get. There’s no time to change anyway, you have to leave now or you’ll be late, so you grab your purse and go out.

You were tasked to bring the cake, so you drop by the cake shop a few blocks from your home and take a taxi afterward. It was a simple two tiered pink cake that said “Happy Birthday," but looking at it, already seated on the cab, you can’t help feeling like you’re forgetting something.

Checking the list over and over again doesn’t help, it only says “cake" and your name beside it. You’re thinking about what could possibly be so obviously necessary that no one thought to write it down. And then you remember, CANDLES! Painfully, obviously and pretty needed for a birthday cake.

It’s too late to go back now because you’re already 2 minutes away.

It’s fine.

It’s completely fine.

You’re sure someone else might have thought about it and will bring some. Mingyu has to have candles around just in case the power goes out. Maybe in the box there’s a candle the cake shop puts just in case.

The taxi leaves you at 8 pm sharp at Mingyu’s building. You try to calm down during the elevator ride, and it’s not until you’re at the door, knocking, that you remember at whose house you’re at. And realize that it’s just a little bit too quiet inside.

Mingyu opens the door, knowing it’s you on the other side. You’re always the first one to arrive.

You know you should be more put together, but you’re left without words at the sight of him. His hair is pushed back, a little wet still. He was probably on the shower while you were on the way. His outfit is simple, black jeans and a white t-shirt, but it somehow looks amazing on him. You wonder how does someone make a plain white t-shirt look so good. It’s almost unfair to everyone else.

Too lost in thought, you don’t realize you have the same effect on him. He’s left breathless by the sight of you. He thinks you have never looked this beautiful.

A door opens at the end of the hallway, and the sound takes you both out of your trance. He’s the first one to speak.

“Hey sorry come on in.” Mingyu says with an embarrassed tone you almost don’t catch. He moves to the side to let you through and speaks up again. “You’re first like always.”

“Yeah they can’t be punctual at all." You’re standing awkwardly looking at the cake in your hands while he closes the door.

“Should I put this in the fridge?" Your eyes point to the cake Mingyu didn’t register before. “Sure let me -" He tries taking it from your hands, but you back away.

“I can do it.” It comes out drier than you want to, so you look him in the eyes and show him a little smile. Even if your “friendship” didn’t change drastically in a matter of days, you don’t want to still have a rocky relationship. That seems to make him relax. “There should be enough room.” You hear him say as you’re walking towards the kitchen.

You know his apartment like the palm of your hand by now. It seems like he’s the only one willing to have many people over at once, so the hangouts are always here.

He follows behind you and stands in the kitchen while you try to figure out the best way to store it without getting it damaged.

“Oh I should tell you I forgot the candles, I’m sorry I don’t know why I didn’t think about it but I remembered on the way here and it was too late, but I thought maybe you had some here but if not we can just ask the guys I’m sure some of them aren’t even on the way yet and-" You turn around after you place the cake on the fridge and you blurt out the apology, only to find Mingyu standing right behind you.

He's so close you can smell his cologne. The one he always uses that you secretly love and wish you could steal, but he doesn’t have to know that. His body so close to yours does not affect you. In any way.

“I bought them don’t worry.” You sigh, relieved that you didn’t ruin anything with your stupid mistake.

“Oh thank God" You start and look up to look at him in the eyes, “Thank you really, I was panicking on the elevator I thought I ruined the cake because-"

“You should be a rapper." Mingyu suddenly interrupts you.

“What?” You look at him, very confused by his statement, and he just laughs.

“You just said 50 words in like two seconds.” He adds in between laughs.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You punch him lightly on one arm, “I was actually worried!” You really try to sound mad, but his laugh is awfully contagious and brings you to laugh with him.

“I don’t think you spoke that many words to me in years." He suddenly says, still laughing, but your smile dies slowly, because you realize he’s right.

“Yeah well…” You’re looking at him directly in the eyes. His smile is still plastered on his face, a little faded but there nevertheless.

Your eyes move to the side, to not make eye contact with him as you say “Things change.”

The atmosphere changes as fast as a heartbeat. You’re suddenly very aware of your body so close to his. Mingyu’s gaze wander to your lips a second too long before it goes back to your eyes. Slowly, he begins closing in the space between your bodies. You step back but find yourself caged in between him and the counter.

His warmth embraces you when he places an arm on your side to cage you in more. He has to crouch to look you right in the eyes. “How?” You barely register his question, his closeness making you dizzy. “What?”

“What changed?” For sure he’s trying to take a reaction out of you, and you hate that he’s succeeding. But you can have your fun too.

“You know… when you make a guy cum in his pants your relationship changes.”

He doesn’t seem affected by your response, quite the opposite actually, he might be enjoying it judging by the smirk forming on his mouth.

“You know damn well I did not cum in my pants”

“Didn’t you? Huh… Guess I wasn’t that impressed because I would remember otherwise.” Impressed you were. And remember you do. But you like annoying him.

He sighs, acting shocked as he puts his right hand on his chest. “How could you?” You don’t resist it and start laughing at his silliness.

But his arms are back to caging you in a millisecond. “I’ll have to make you remember then.”

You can’t resist it when your eyes drop from his eyes to his lips, suddenly calling to you like he’s got you under a spell. He seems to notice because his smirk makes a reappearance.

So slow you barely even notice. His face comes closer by the second. It's so slow he’s for sure doing it on purpose.

“And how would you do that, may I ask?” Now it’s your turn to smirk as your eyes go up back to his eyes, defying him.

His face is so close now that you can feel his breath on you. Your lips are only separated from his by bare millimeters. You’re about to tilt your chin up to connect them when someone knocks on the front door.

Mingyu drops his head as he sighs and separates from you a few inches. Your hands find their way to his chest and push him back a little to draw his attention.

“You should probably get that.” His head goes back up at your words and gives you a disappointed look.

His gaze goes down to your lips. “I don’t want to.” You smile at his reaction, you don’t really want it either but more people are going to start showing up so you need to get going. The person outside knocks again and you push him one more time, a little harder this time so he gives you space to leave his arm prison.

“Go! I’ll start putting up decorations.”

He gives up and let’s his arms go from the counter, but you don’t move. You watch his form as he turns around and walks to the door.

You were always amazed at how tall he was, his broad shoulders and strong back that somehow ended in a tiny waist. Somehow what he was wearing today accentuated all of that.

The door opens, and you hear Mingyu welcoming whoever was outside.

The night goes as smoothly as it could have. When Seokmin arrives, everyone shouts happy birthday, and he looks genuinely surprised. But then you all find out he actually knew because Soonyoung accidentally told him yesterday. Wonderful evening.

After all the singing and shouting, someone you can’t see puts music and the drinks start rolling in. You had no idea there was that much alcohol at the party to make like 15 people drunk but you’re not complaining.

It's already 4am when you start feeling the effects of alcohol leave your body.

You’ve been sitting on the couch watching Wonwoo destroy everyone at Mario Kart. You don’t dare to try to play against him, so you just sat back to laugh.

Everyone eventually grows bored of the game. Some go back to their homes, but you and a few others stay to hang out.

Mingyu, on the other hand, started tidying up when people started leaving. He doesn’t mind people staying over, but he prefers cleaning now, so he doesn’t have to do it when he wakes up. He’s still listening to the conversation, though, throwing in a few comments here and there or laughing.

When he finally finishes it’s a little over 4:30 am. There’s no room on the couch and he doesn’t want to sit on the floor, so he stands against the wall facing the group.

You’re sprawled out on the couch, resting your legs on top of Vernon’s who’s sitting at the other end. The guys are debating about… something. You stopped understanding a while ago. You just laugh when someone says something funny.

It’s when Mingyu comments about something Wonwoo said that you notice he finished with whatever he was doing, standing there in his full glory. Your eyes can’t seem to move away from him, and you don’t resist it either. His hair is now messy, and he's sweating a little bit. He catches you staring and raises his eyebrows. You shrug in response.

The chatter becomes background noise as you two play a staring game. You don’t dare move your eyes off of him, and he doesn’t either. After a few minutes, you motion a “What?” With your mouth.

He grabs his phone without breaking eye contact, but ultimately does to unlock it and starts texting someone. You realize that someone is you when his gaze is back at you, and your phone vibrates in your back pocket.

No one is paying attention to you. The guys are still debating, maybe about something else now, so you grab your phone without getting noticed. The only person who notices is Vernon because you move your legs off of him, but he doesn’t even glance at you, just re positions himself.

Kim Mingyu: so how long are you staying? [4:33 am]

You look up at Mingyu with an incredulous look and he just motions for you to reply.

You: wow no emojis this time

Kim Mingyu: I’m being serious😔

When you look at him he’s actually making the same face as the emoji. Cute.

You: for how long am I welcomed? [4:34 am]

Kim Mingyu: you can stay however long you please

You: I was thinking I might leave when the guys leave

You: but they seem to have a lot of energy today

Kim Mingyu: I can tell them to leave [4:35 am]

You: you want me to leave that badly?

Kim Mingyu: I want you to stay.

Kim Mingyu: but I don’t want them to be here

You giggle at his response. That definitely draws attention to you because Seungkwan asks “Who’s got you giggling like that?”

“No one.” You rush to reply, and hope no one sees your eyes dart to Mingyu before adding “You don’t know him.”

The interest dies soon enough, but you know Seungkwan will ask you again later.

Your eyes find their way back to Mingyu’s to find him already looking at you, waiting for you to text him again. You raise your eyebrows before going back to your phone.

You: don’t be mean they’re your friends! [4:37 am]

Kim Mingyu: when I’m done with you you’ll thank me

You: done with me?🤔

Kim Mingyu: you’ll see…

Kim Mingyu: do you want to stay? [4:38 am]

You: only if you make me breakfast in the morning

You: I hear you’re a really good cook

He doesn’t reply, instead he starts subtly kicking everyone out, saying stuff like “hey guys it’s getting late" and “you’re all gonna be wrecked tomorrow".

Someone jokes “that’s him politely asking us to get the fuck out", and everyone laughs as they start picking up their stuff.

You also start grabbing your stuff and cleaning around you, although slower that everyone else.

It’s around 5 am when the last few start heading out the door. You get asked how you’re leaving. You lie and say you called an Uber, and you’ll just wait here for it.

You’re back on the couch as Mingyu closes the door after the last person leaves, awkwardly sitting while waiting for him.

Butterflies show up on your stomach when Mingyu appears on the hallway, walking straight to you with a smile on his face.

The atmosphere feels awkward as he sits beside you. You want to say something, but your mind is blank. There’s really only one thing you can think about.

Mingyu opens his mouth to speak but you get up and sit on his lap, one leg on each side of his hips.

“So what’s with all that talk earlier?” Your hands position themselves on his shoulders almost like they’re meant to be there.

Mingyu’s shocked for a second before he focuses his eyes on your lips and licks his.

“C-Can we talk about what h-happened the other day first?” He mentally kicks himself for stuttering. But his words contradict his actions, his hands are around your waist keeping you in place, and his eyes don’t leave your lips, like he’s on a trance.

“What happened was…” You grab the side of his face and get close to his ear to whisper “You got horny because of me, and I helped you.” Slowly, you go back so you can see his blushed face. “Is that right?”

But blushing doesn’t prevent Mingyu from teasing you too. “Acting like you weren’t practically begging for me huh?” His hands slowly travel from your waist to your thighs.

“Says the one who actually begged to cum.” You try your luck and grind softly against his growing bulge and he squeezes your thighs, closing his eyes lightly.

“You liked it.��

“I did, yeah." Now your hands are on his very firm chest. Mingyu sighs as you grind on him again, a little harder this time. Your faces are so close you feel his breath fanning over you, and you can’t resist your eyes when they focus on his parted lips.

When he opens his eyes again there’s only one thing on his mind, the thing that has been plaguing him since you arrived so many hours ago.

“Can I kiss you?” Mingyu says softly, almost in a whisper.

“I thought you wanted to talk?” You grind on him, hard enough to feel his already hard bulge, and you feel how your panties get ruined by your arousal.

“You’re funny.”

“I get that a lot.” Mingyu’s hands go back to your waist to make you grind on him again, setting a pace that’s not fast but hard enough to create more friction between your cores.

Electricity flows between your bodies. You wrap your arms around Mingyu’s neck, your faces barely millimeters apart. His lips are still parted, just like yours, releasing little sighs that almost make your lips barely touch.

“Please.” He pleas in a whisper, and you swear a million butterflies explode in your stomach. You can’t resist it anymore. You can't resist him.

You connect your lips with his, and Mingyu reacts almost instinctively. He wraps his arms around your waist, almost as if to keep you from getting away. As if you ever could.

The feeling of his lips against yours is addictive. He’s kissing you like he wants to erase any trace of anyone who has ever kissed you, making your lips his, so needy and hungry for more.

He thrusts up, making you moan in his mouth, and takes the opportunity to meet his tongue with yours, deepening the kiss and making you more addicted to him. If that’s even possible.

Mingyu’s hands start roaming your body, traveling from your waist to your thighs, then up to your neck. Your skin burns everywhere he touches, and you want more. You want to feel him everywhere all at once.

Your hands play with the hem of his shirt. You lift it up just a little so you can touch his abs without fabric in the way. You feel him smile against your lips at your touch.

He breaks the kiss and you chase after his lips. When you open your eyes you find him smirking at you. His lips are swollen and he’s stained red all around because of your lipstick, you figure you look the same. “Eager are we?"

“Yes very in fact.” You grab the hem of his shirt again and push it up. “Take this off.”

He obliges, but not before laughing softly at your eagerness. You follow his moves and also remove your tiny top. You can’t move your eyes away from his bare chest, and your hands immediately touch him, but he stops you.

“This too.” His hands sneak behind your back to unclasp your bra.

As soon as the bra is off you push yourself against him and kiss him again. His hands are quickly on your tits, thumbs going in circles around your nipples.

“Ah! You’re making me crazy.” You manage to say almost in a moan.

The clothes in your lower bodies soon begin to annoy the both of you, the friction is no longer enough.

Reluctantly, you get up, now it’s his time to chase after your lips.

Mingyu understands immediately and also gets up. You remove your shorts while he gets rid of his jeans, and in no time, you're sitting on top of him again. Only your underwear in between you now.

You trace kisses down his neck, leaving marks so he has a reminder of you for a few days. His now fully hard dick presses against your clit just right. Your panties are so soaked they’re beginning to stain Mingyu’s boxers too.

He kisses you hard to quiet down both of your moans, as his hands sneaks down to your core and his fingers start stroking your pussy through your panties.

“You’re so wet already.”

“That’s because you’ve been teasing me for like 20 minutes.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No.” You roll your eyes playfully. “But if you don’t actually touch me in the next five seconds I’m going to lose my mind.”

He chuckles, and you think he’s about to kiss you again, but you’re starting to learn that Mingyu is a man full of surprises.

In a swift move, he turns your body around, your back now against his chest, and spreads your legs wide. One hand sneaks under your panties while the other plays with one of your boobs.

You quickly turn into a moaning mess as he starts circling around your clit and pinches your nipple. But it’s not enough. “Mingyuu.” It comes out more whiny than you’d like, but right now that’s the least of your worries.

“Tell me.” His finger slow down but also press harder. You squirm under him and he kisses your neck softly. “What do you want? Tell me.”

“I-I need your fingers.” Your words barely get out.

“But I am touching you” He feigns confusion. His fingers stroke from your hole to your clit, collecting your arousal and spreading it.

“Inside.” You grind on his fingers in hope of getting more friction, but he slips his hand away from you. You see his fingers glisten with arousal and feel a new wave gushing out of you. “Please.”

You don’t see, but rather feel Mingyu smile against your neck. “Whatever you want baby.”

His hand is back under your underwear in no time, playing with your hole and collecting your juices with his fingers. You grind against his hand as he slides two fingers in.

Not even your imagination could have prepared you. His thick fingers stretch you more than you ever could, and the slow but deep thrusts let you feel him in places your fingers could never reach. You can’t hold back the moans that comes out of you.

“Oh my God! Mingyu faster please!” You’re not ashamed to beg anymore.

His palm is creating friction on your clit while his other hand is still playing with your nipples, and he thrusts into you faster.

You pace your grinds to match his hand and you’re sure this is what heaven feels like. You feel the tightness in your stomach close to snapping.

“I’m so close!” You breathe out.

Mingyu slows down his thrusts and you’re about to complain when you feel him add a third finger. He’s stretching you deliciously, knuckles deep inside you. You can feel him everywhere.

“Cum on my fingers c’mon” He demands as he speeds up. His fingers reach the spongy spot inside you that makes you jelly and abuse it.

You’re cumming on his fingers faster than ever. Shaking on top of him as he thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, helping you ride out your orgasm.

When he finally pulls his fingers out of you, you’re still breathless. Mingyu surprises you again when he moves his slick covered fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.

You remove your panties once and for all and turn around. You feel his still hard cock under you and he winces at the friction.

“That was really hot.” You state, and his whole face turns red.

“I’m not done with you.” In one swift movement, you have your back against the couch and your head on the armrest. “I really wanna eat you out.”

And who are you to stop such a determined man? You grab his face and kiss him hard, tasting your arousal in him. “Okay.”

He starts a trail of kisses on your thigh, slowly going down until he reaches your cunt, but skips it and starts kissing your other leg. You whine in response as you grab his head and put it back on your core. You feel his breath on your bare cunt and shiver.

He looks at you in the eyes and barely licks your lower lips. You sigh at the little contact. “Stop teasing.”

His hands open up your legs and he flattens his tongue on your lips, licking in up and down motions and kissing your clit.

When he experimentally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, you moan and instinctively close your thighs around his head, keeping him in place.

With his head now trapped in between your thighs, his tongue licks you from your clit and to your hole, tasting and savoring your arousal like it’s his last meal.

He toys with your clit and your hands find themselves in his hair again, pushing him more against your cunt. He moans when you pull at his hair, sending vibrations straight to your core and you feel a wave of arousal gushing out of you and to his mouth.

His tongue teases your hole, stroking the tip in and out lightly. You push his head into you again and his nose bumps into your clit, taking a moan out of you.

“Feels so good" You grind against his tongue as it keeps teasing your hole and his nose stimulates your clit.

Your orgasm hits you hard and fast and you’re cumming on Mingyu’s mouth in no time. He keeps his mouth on you, licking every last drop of arousal that gushes out. You have to pull at his hair to make him stop.

When he lifts his head up from you, his chin is shiny with arousal and he’s smiling.

You waste no time and make him sit on the couch again, “Now it’s tour turn."

You kneel on the floor as you remove his boxers. Even after seeing him on video and feeling him under you, you were not prepared to see how big Mingyu actually was.

His cock springs out against his stomach, angry red and already leaking pre cum.

It barely fits in your hand, and he sighs at your touch. You give a few experimental pumps but he stops you.

“I don’t have much longer. Do you have a condom?”

“You wanna be inside me that bad?”

“Yes.” He responds quickly. You chuckle as you grab your purse. You find the one you put while getting ready and open it.

He squirms under your hands as you put it on him. As soon as the condom is on, he grabs you and gets you on top of him again. You both sigh as your cores touch.

You grind on him, covering his cock with your juices and you both moan as he traces your neck with bites and kisses.

“Looks who’s teasing now.”

“It’s fun seeing you frustrated.” You stop your movements and he looks at you frowning. You can’t resist his sudden cuteness and give him a peck as you resume grinding on him. His tip grazes your clit and you shiver.

“You’re making me crazy.” He breathes out and you can’t help to chuckle.

“Can you cum like this?”

“I want to cum inside you.” His whiny response takes you by surprise.

His hands grab you by the waist and lift you up. With one hand you grab his cock and position it under your hole.

You steady yourself putting your hands on the back of the couch and slowly start going down.

If you thought his fingers reached places no one ever has before, then you’re sure his dick is creating more space for you to feel him. You can feel every vein dragging inside of you.

You suppress your moans by kissing him and he sighs in your mouth when you bottom out.

You’re so full you’re having trouble breathing. He keeps you still, giving you time to adjust. Even the tiniest move makes him twitch inside of you.

“You’re so fucking big Mingyu.”

“I told you I would make it fit.” He wraps his arms around your waist and brings you to him to kiss you. You moan, feeling him grind inside you, and he stills.

You start grinding on him slowly. You’re sighing on each other’s mouths, savoring every drag of his dick inside of you, feeling him reach deeper with every thrust.

Your hands travel to his chest and start playing with his nipples. He thrusts up when you pinch one nipple lightly, hitting exactly where you need it and making you moan louder, so you do it again.

“Yes like that Mingyu.” That encourages to start thrusting up harder and matching your pace.

One of his hands creeps down to your cunt and start playing with your sensitive clit, still wet from his spit, and the other plays with one of your nipples.

You start clenching around him, eliciting a moan out him.

“You’re so tight around me baby.” He says almost in a moan. “I'm so close."

His thumb is still playing with your swollen clit, making you squirm and clench so hard it’s hard to keep grinding on him. You collapse on his chest and he embraces you as he fastens his moves.

He's thrusting so deep and hard, you're sure he's marking you as his. Ruining you for any other man, spelling his name in your insides so you're forever his.

Your bodies are so close together that your clit is rubbing against his abs, a friction you've never experienced but it makes the tightness on your stomach come so close to snapping you can almost taste it.

A few hard thrusts later you’re coming undone on top of him. But his thrusts don’t stop, chasing his high while you’re clenching around him, making him go crazy. You’re staring to feel the overstimulation when you feel him twitch inside you, and his thrusts come to a stop.

You stay like that, your head on his shoulder and his arms around your waist while you regulate your breaths. Your torsos pushed together allow you to feel the beating of his heart.

Mingyu relaxes his arms from around you and you release yourself from his embrace. You wrap your arms around his neck and look him in the eye.

“So what did you want to talk about?” He chuckles at your question.

“I’m still inside you and you want to talk?” His reply sends shivers down your spine and you unconsciously clench around him. He drops his head back in a sigh and his hands find their way to your hips.

“Are you staying over?” Mingyu looks at you with puppy dog eyes, and even if you wanted to, you couldn’t say no to him. You just nod as an answer and he smiles like you just gave him a million dollars.

He surges forward to kiss you and you both wince at the stimulation from the sudden movement. “I think we should get up.” You chuckle with his mouth still on yours.

He helps you get up and you instantly miss the fullness of having him inside.

While you grab your clothes from the floor, he disposes of the condom and goes to his bedroom. He comes back with one of his shirt to give to you. Your stomach give a little jump at the idea of sleeping with his t-shirt as he shows you where the bathroom is so you can clean up.

When you finish and go to Mingyu’s bedroom, he’s waiting for you already inside the covers, smile still plastered on his face. You sit on the bed and give him a peck, but he doesn’t let you go as he deepens the kiss and hugs you close to him.

“Mingyu the sun is about to come up we need to sleep.” You manage to say with his lips on yours and he smiles. You separate but neither of you make any moves to go to sleep. You lay facing each other, admiring each other’s features in silence, when he suddenly says.

“Can I confess something?” That definitely wakes you up.

“You’re not a murderer are you?” You joke and he shakes his head as he puts one string of your hair behind your ear.

“I know we didn’t really liked each other until a few days ago…" He says, now with a serious expression on his face, and you listen carefully. “and I’m not saying this just because you made me cum on the phone…” He continues very seriously but you can’t help to chuckle lightly. Mingyu removes his eyes from you a little embarrassed by what he’s about to say, “and I don’t know why you sent me that photo the other day and I might be embarrassing myself saying this but, I think I kinda like you and I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”

You stay in silence a few seconds, processing what Mingyu just said. He doesn’t dare to look at you.

“Can I confess something too?” Your question makes him look at you again, with those puppy eyes you’re learning you’re too soft for. “I sent that picture by accident the other day.” He looks worried, fearing that what you’re saying means you’re rejecting him, so you quickly continue, “but I don’t regret it.” You see a little smile appear on his lips. “I think we were very stupid not talking all these years, we could’ve save a lot of time if you just showed me your monster cock before!” You can’t help to joke to lighten the serious mood and he laughs with you.

You grab his face and give him a little peck. “I think I might like you too, but we need to see how it goes first.”

He smile grows impossibly wider at your words. “Let me take you on a date tomorrow.”

You chuckle at his eagerness, he’s too cute for his own good. “Ok let’s go out tomorrow.”

He hugs you and brings you closer to him again, taking his time sweetly kissing you while his hands sneak under his shirt to touch your skin.

In a swift motion Mingyu traps you under him again, your back on the mattress and he presses against you to let you feel his already growing bulge. “Oh my god you’re insatiable.” You say as you grind against him, earning a moan out of him. “Look who’s talking.”

note: thank you so much for the support on the first part♥︎ I'm sorry this ending is kind of abrupt

my asks are open if you want to talk

#mingyu smut #mingyu au #seventeen smut #seventeen au #svt smut #mingyu hard hours #svt hard hours #seventeen hard hours

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everythingne · 1 month

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ everything that can, will. (aa23)

It's your first birthday while dating Alex. You learn a little goes a long way in the world of F1 when half the grid comes to assist a bunch of minor inconveniences that threaten to ruin Alex's perfect day.

requested here!

alex albon x girlfriend!reader

warnings/notes: no warnings? tooth rotting fluff for once in my life, alex trying his DAMN HARDEST ok. IM SORRY IS SO LATE </3

Alex had told you about a thousand times that no matter how many times you said it was fine, that you’d be okay just having pizza and watching a movie on the couch to celebrate your birthday, that he was going to try and make it nice.

And then he gets called in for an emergency meeting at Williams.

To say you’re disheartened is an understatement. Alex had been happily dropping hints here and there about his plans, nothing you could discern any big idea from but mostly just little excited chatter from him. It had been weeks of you begging for any clue, even something vague, and just receiving a simple kiss on the closest part of your body to Alex in return.

Basically, Alex had been unintentionally torturing you by holding this over your head, and now you wouldn’t even get to know.

Considering he only has maybe an hour max to get ready and to get to Williams, he’s very quick to get out the door. You make him a water bottle and pack a quick lunch, and some extra because Logan keeps wanting to eat your cooking and he hasn’t been over in a long while. Hastily, you bid Alex goodbye with a chaste kiss while he hands you your laptop you’ve been looking for since you woke up.

“It was under the sweatshirt you threw on your desk,” he shouts over his shoulder as he kicks a shoe on and nearly falls on his head in the process, and then right before he slams the door he calls your name and when you poke back around to look at the door he says, “Logan’s gonna pick you up at four!”

And Alex is gone before you can think to ask what the hell he means. And when you text Alex a few minutes later once the most of your confusion has subsided, he has no answer. So you text Logan, who also doesn’t answer to your dismay.

It’s Carmen who calls you about an hour later and asks you to let her into the apartment building, and then into your apartment itself. When you do, she happily whisks you off to the bathroom, leaving a mostly confused George behind as she tells you to get dressed for dinner.

“But Alex is busy?”

“And you think he just gave up on this? Like he hasn’t been planning this for almost a month?” Carmen stops to gawk at you with the most annoyed expression, like she can't believe you're thinking logically for once, “Babe. He literally panic texted their group chat and was freaking out about possibly missing today, he's got half of William's working to get him out early too."

“What groupchat?” You ask as Carmen, ever elegant, begins digging through the makeup you keep in your little sink side makeup bag. You're sorting through your closet when something pokes your arm and you look up to see George, who hands you your phone you'd left on the counter downstairs. He then turns and sprawls across your bed to kill the time.

“Alex has a groupchat with, Lando, Oscar, Logan and George, they made it when Alex was—as George says ‘too pussy’ to ask you out when you were a guest of Red Bull at Silverstone.” Carmen calls from the bathroom as you find the outfit you'd planned to wear tonight hung in the front of the closet, and kneel down to find your shoes in one of the various bins on the bottom of the closet.

“That was like… three almost four years ago!” You call back to her, poking your head out of the closet to look at her across the room and she grins as George laughs.

“Yeah, it was just 2019 rookies thing, but when Logan got to Williams I filled him in one night and we made the chat!” He says from where he's starfished on his stomach across your bed, phone in one hand as he idly scrolls through whatever app he's on.

“Christ.” You pinch your nose, and slam the closet door shut so you can get changed in peace. Once you've gotten ready, you open the door and walk to meet Carmen who grins and compliments your outfit and begins running you through makeup ideas.

You both settle on something natural, which is what you expected to do yourself so Carmen is happy to oblige.

“Dinner is in an hour and a half ladies!” You hear George call after a while, and the sound of his car keys jingle as you and Carmen look at him as he gets off the bed, “I have a present to retrieve from Oscar.”

“How did Oscar get involved?” You ask George in the doorway, and he blinks at you in the most George Russell fashion ever as he smiles,

“Oh, honey, the whole grid is involved at this point.” He says, then leaves the room. You gawk at the fact he just called you 'honey' like a drag queen and Carmen can't help the laugh that barks out of her mouth.

"I've taught him too much, oh god," She laughs to you and you can't help the smile that crosses your face before she continues to help you get ready.

By the time Carmen assures you that you look great and ushers you out and into the kitchen, there is a concerning amount of drivers in your apartment. You note the people you expect, Logan is talking with George off to the side, Oscar poking between them to show them something on his phone, turning back from where Lando is actually managing to make a little bouquet of flowers look pretty on the table.

"What the hell is going on?" You can't hold back from asking as Carmen laughs into the back of her hand, and Lily comes over to give you a little side hug and compliment you while Oscar hands Logan his phone and motions to the bouquet in his hand of any and every flower you had ever called pretty spread through the room.

"There's like four more. This man is insane." Lando hums and you can't help the soft laugh as Lily and Carmen both usher the boys to start grabbing their things.

"The rest are coming later," Logan hands Oscar back his phone, and with a quick goodbye pretty much forced by the girls (who give you both tight hugs before leaving) you are left with Logan being the only driver in your kitchen. He's looking at something on his phone and you look around, noting someone had cleaned up the apartment a bit (probably Oscar or George), there were already two vases of flowers, and you could tell they'd restocked groceries. Which was good, you needed more food in this damn apartment but hadn't had time to run out.

Logan finally shoves his phone in his hoodie pocket and grabs his car keys, looking at you with a tiny smile as he walks to the door to grab his shoes. You follow suit, carrying your own to put on at the door.

"Ready to go? Purse, extra shoes, perfume, travel makeup bag..." Logan trails off with a grimace and an annoyed grumble under his breath as he fishes out his phone from his hoodie, "what was the other stuff Alex told me to remind you to grab..? Oh! Keys and wallet, duh."

You just kinda stare at Logan and realize every time before you leave the house, Alex always runs you through a checklist of items you need. It was mostly because Alex himself forgot a multitude of items over the course of your first few months with him, but you both had sharper memories now.

But the fact Alex asked Logan to remind you? You could melt into a puddle on the spot. Between the flowers, or the date, or the fact he'd asked all his friends to come help. You were already melting. Logan takes you to the car, helping you get in and situated before walking around to get in himself, he cracks a joke about how Alex told him to act like a rich limousine driver and you laugh along. It sounds about right.

Halfway through the drive it starts to pour. You knew it was going to be bad weather today, hence why you had suggested the movie night idea to Alex, so you weren't too shocked. The rain slows the drive a bit, after some idiot nearly rear-ends Logan, but you make it in one piece.

Pulling up to the restaurant, you thank your lucky stars it's nowhere fancy. It's one of the many little places you and Alex stopped into quite often, typically for take-out due to busy schedules. Logan tells you to wait while he texts Alex and you happily do, looking around to see if you can spot Alex before Logan can text him.

And then your side door opens and a familiar head pokes in, Lando smiles, "Hello, Ma'am."

"Hello, Norris." You echo, laughing when he offers a hand out to you to get out of the car as he holds an umbrella over you. Turning over your shoulder as you stand, you spot a few more familiar faces--everyone from the apartment plus who you think might be Max and maybe Daniel leaning on the side of Georges car with their hoods up like some sort of spies.

How Alex managed to get almost half the grid involved, you have no idea.

"He's inside," Logan says to Lando who nods happily, gently guiding you over to the restaurant door and opening it for you while Logan leans across the console to close the passengers of his car. Once you're safely inside the little restaurant you peer over to a few of the guys giving eachother fist bumps and realize Alex's car isn't even here.

But you feel an arm snake around your waist as a quick kiss is popped to the side of your head, "Boo."

"Alex," You laugh, melting into his touch and letting him guide you to the side with a soft thanks to the hostess as he brings you to the usual corner booth the two of you always steal, perfectly secluded from the world and a little safe haven amidst the chaos. You can see Logan's car idling in the parking lot, someone leaning in the window talking to him while Oscar holds an umbrella up. But Alex taking your hand brings your attention away. It's way before the dinner rush, so its as quiet as usual as you both settle down to eat.

"Now," You hum, setting your bag besides you as you lean on the table and look at the drinks already waiting--he'd been here for a little while before you, "How in the world did you manage this?"

"I ended up basically begging James." Alex laughs, "I called Logan right after James called me, filled him in, and he was with Oscar. The two of them started asking all sorts of things and with the help of Lando they apparently planned out this whole thing. The only thing I knew was George was going over with Carmen and that Logan was gonna bring you."

"So you didn't know about anyone else being involved?" You ask and Alex cocks his head at you.

"Oh, God. Who did they rope in?" Alex asks and you wav a hand, softly laughing.

"I dont know for sure but I thought I saw Max and Daniel?" And as you say that, Alex scowls in confusion and the expression makes you burst into a tiny fit of giggles as he lets out a soft laugh through a huff.

"Lando probably pulled Daniel in, but I have no idea how Max got roped into this." You say as the waitress comes over, looking a little stressed. You send a glance to Alex, who already looks worried at her slightly nervous fidgeting.

"Unfortunately," the woman starts, "our stoves aren't exactly working..? The gas line is busted from the wind outside or something, so we won't be able to serve you..."

You and Alex kinda blink at each other before he's quick to speak, "Oh! Don't worry, let me pay for the drinks."

"No no!" The waitress exclaims, "you two are here all the time, it's on the house, don't worry!"

After a bit of back and forth of Alex insisting he'll pay and the waitress basically begging otherwise, you manage to convince Alex to let it be on the house with the workaround of leaving the girl a big tip on the non-existent bill instead. He satiates with that and as you both get up, he knocks one of the drinks off the table and shatters the glass. You both just kinda pause before he asks if you're alright, which you are, and the waitress promises to clean it as she helps you both step around it.

Alex slips another bit of cash on the table for her before he's guiding you out along with the few other tables who were waiting. His umbrella flicks out as you leave, moreso covering you in the now drizzle, but the wind causes it to flip and you laugh as he carts you over to Logan's car, and the doors are locked when you get there but luckily Logan's reflexes are still just as sharp as you remember because he's unlocking the door so you and Alex can tumble inside the back seats in fits of laughter.

"Good lord, what happened?" Logan laughs as he hands back some napkins from his glovebox so you can wipe off the rain on your arms that threaten to chill you to the core.

"Gas line is broken." Alex groans as he shoves his wet, broken umbrella onto the floor and shuts the door. He'd gotten arguably more drenched than you, so you hand him some napkins so he can try and dry himself off too. Logan laughs at your misfortune good heartedly and begins to pull out of the parking lot. The ride back to Alex's apartment is quiet, but peaceful, and you both laugh and thank Logan as you run from his car to the lobby of the apartment building. And right as you go to click the button for the elevator, because Alex of course had to live on the ninth floor, the power cut.

"Are you serious?" You hiss, turning to Alex with a frustrated huff. The rain was funny, and the resturant falling through was annoying but something you could laugh off... now you had to climb seven flights of stairs in the pitch dark, and it was your birthday. The world was supposed to be going right for you.

"I'll carry you--"

"Nine flights?"

You both look at eachother and then Alex shrugs with a tiny grin, "We might have to pit stop a few times but yeah?"

"Alex, I love you, so no. You will die." You grin and he smiles as soon as he notices it. All he was trying to do was make you laugh, and he succeeded. You do take the stairs, going slow because the emergency lights keep going in and out, and of course as soon as you get upstairs the power is restored.

But this works for Alex because he drags you into the apartment, yelling about making drinks and popcorn. You go off to get changed while he roots through the cabinets, and when you come back out you swear you hear Logan shouting something before the door slams shut.

"We have pizza!" Alex sing songs as you walk back into the kitchen and you laugh as he sets it down on the coffee table. He waves you over and motions you to plop down on the couch, laying a blanket over you before vanishing for a few moments. He comes back with popcorn and drinks, setting them down before plopping down next to you.

"So, y'know when you mentioned you just wanted to do a pizza movie night?" Alex hums, leaning a bit closer just to peck a kiss on your lips, "I guess the birthday wishes come true."

You can't help but giggle then, letting Alex pull up the next episode of the series you both were watching while you pop open the pizza box, grinning at him when he takes out his phone for a picture.

You couldn't have asked for a better birthday.

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littyhoney · 1 year

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could you do headcanons where the reader is ganke's cousin and miles fell first but she fell harder?

1610 Miles Morales x reader

(Headcanons)

This is just pure fluff, enjoy spiders! ❤️🖤

>You and Ganke are a close cousins, literally every family gathering you will see his face ever since you were kids like cmon yall must have that one cousin that you're close with

>One time Ganke's family throw a small party for Ganke to celebrate his 15th birthday! you of course attend the little party since you're his favorite cousin.

>As you busy taking some food from the small buffet you accidentally knock on someone shoulder "Oh sorry!" you turn to look at the most handsome boy you have ever seen.

>The boy sheepishly smiles at you before saying "Oh nah it's cool heh" he chuckles as he also take a look at you. He cough slightly before he trynna lean on the buffet table but slips almost causing him to fall, the guy just trynna up his game ya know

>you let out a giggle at his little act before excuse yourself from the buffet to eat the delicious home made korean foods.

>Miles eyes just follows you as you walk away from him the scent of your perfume makes him weak in the knees and the giggle... it sound so cute from you.

>As he is admiring you from across the room Ganke suddenly just hang over his shoulder with "Miles! glad you could make it man, wait who are you watching" Ganke waves his hand Infront of Miles

>"Oh just admiring that really beautiful girl" he says with his hand on his chin looking at you with that dreamy eyes.

>Ganke follow his trail to see you "Oh that's my cousin bro" "WHAT!?"

>You don't know how much Miles begs for Ganke to give him your number the boy even offers Ganke to take him on a swing for a week and with that deal, he got your number.

>My man will be sitting in his room on his bed thumb is hovering over the send button, he has been typing deleting multiple times to send you a message

>Once he did press the send button that's where he just close his phone and cover his head with a pillow. bro is nervous

>You were minding your business suddenly an unknown message pops up with a simple message "Hey! :D"

>After a few hours of messaging you know the guy name is Miles Morales, so far you like the vibe of him. He is chill and an outgoing person, clearly Ganke is not lying about how much of a sunshine this guy.

>A month pass and you surprise Ganke as he finds out you still talk to Miles and even hang out sometimes for an ice cream or chatting at a coffe shop. Usually you will sit down together listening to music as you watch him draw on his sketchbook.

>Ganke however support Miles of him liking you, Ganke also be his wingman by letting know what you like what's your favorite etc etc.

>By that time you starting to develop feelings for Miles, when you hang out and got cold he would give you his jacket, or if you got tired of walking he will piggy back you. It's the little things he do tugs your heart a little by little.

>One time you were just sitting on a bench at a park you see Miles just sketching away but sometimes he would look up at you then look back down, out of curiosity you ask him "Hey what are you drawing?"

>Miles then turn his sketchbook around to you and you just see its a drawing of you, with a beautiful smile on your face wind blows through your hair. That just makes your face red "Wow you draw me?"

>Miles chuckle as he rub the back of his neck "It will be dumb of me if I didn't draw a beautiful girl right?"

>At this point you just reach for his hand and said "It will also be dumb if I didn't kiss such a cute boy right?"

>Boy's face is red you got him stuttering before he could do or say anything you just lean down from the table bench and give him a kiss

>You pulled away to look at him as he just stare at you with a smile before saying" I-I like you"

>You giggle leaning your forehead against one another "I think we already pass that Miles"

CUTE HUH ❤️🖤

#miles morales x reader #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales x y/n #miles morales #spiderman across the spiderverse

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softtdaisy · 1 year

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heyyyy i was wondering if you could use these two prompts for mick :)

"is the pillow wall really necessary?"

“can i come over tonight? is that stupid to ask?”

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Words: 1296

A/n: I'm so sorry it took me so long!! I was waiting for the perfect inspo for this story and i’m actually proud of it so i hope you will love it

“I can’t believe you want me to watch that movie, again.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Mick’s desperate tone through the phone. You knew he would be mad that you wanted to watch 13 going on 30 for the second time this week. But you also knew he wouldn’t say no. Mick never said no to anything that wasn’t a real problem. And let’s be honest, watching a romcom with you was never a problem.

Mostly because you were alternating every movie night. And he made you watch an action movie the other night.

You’ve been doing this for weeks now. You knew Mick for several years but never really got to know him. Or even talk to him, actually. Your father was a mechanic and you loved going to the Grand Prix with him. That was how you met most drivers and Mick has always been such a sweetheart with you. You still couldn’t understand why you never talked more before.

Then, the last time you went to the Grand Prix, the weather was terrible. You were supposed to go for a drink with some friends but ended up staying at your hotel bar. Luckily, Mick was in the same situation. You spend the whole evening together talking about movies and cinema. Hours flew by and you both couldn’t stop adding something to the conversation. You never wanted it to end. It was like meeting your soulmate.

“We should watch movies together.” Mick offered. You immediately accepted. It was quite the perfect opportunity for you both. You were living alone and being by yourself every single night started to be a burden. Mick was still traveling a lot and he was feeling homesick most of the time. Especially because, even if he loved the team, he was also by himself.

Basically, that was how it started. At least three times per week, you were watching a movie with Mick without being together. Sometimes you were just commenting by messages and then calling each other to discuss it. Sometimes you watched the movie with a video call so you could chat and see each other’s reaction.

Nothing builds a relationship better than a shared passion. Mick slowly became one of your closest friends. But it would be a lie to not admit he was becoming more than a friend. There was something intimate in sharing your favorite movies with someone, with calling them almost every day and knowing everything about them.

There was something intimate in falling asleep while still on the phone and waking up with the image of Mick sleeping in his hotel room too.

“It’s my night!” you replied to Mick’s complaint. “You can’t disagree with my choice.”

“We should have a rule that we can’t watch the movie two times in a week.”

“Well it’s too late for tonight.”

You put Mick on speakers while making dinner. You were cooking your favorite meal. One that happened to be Mick’s one too. What a coincidence. Maybe he could feel it through the phone. Or maybe he added some secret cameras in your apartment the one time he came. But he took you by surprise when he said “Are you cooking what I think you’re cooking?”

“Yes I am, Schumacher.” you laughed.

“Can I come over tonight? Is that stupid to ask?” you heard him say. It wouldn’t be the first time Mick came to your place. He helped you after a Grand Prix weekend, which also happened to be your birthday weekend, and you came back with more bags that you could handle. He offered to make a detour and help you instead of letting you round trips in the stairs.

But you never did a movie night at your place. Or his. When Mick was in town he was often occupied and you couldn’t ask to steal a night or two with him. It would be a first. A good first.

And less than thirty minutes later, Mick was standing in your kitchen. He helped you with the dinner. Not specially with the cooking, no. More with the laughing either with the jokes or the mistakes he made. “I’m a terrible assistant, right?” he asked with some sauce on the nose. God knows how he managed to get that.

“Well, at least I don’t have to watch TV when you’re here.”

After dinner, and while you were cleaning, Mick offered to prepare your room for the movie night. You imagined he would just look for the movie, hoping he wouldn’t trick you with it, and wait for you. But when you arrived in your own bedroom, you were surprised to see a literal pillow wall in the middle of your bed. You laughed for the situation as much as for the proud face he made.

"Is the pillow wall really necessary?" You asked when you reached the bed.

“Well, I know for sure that you take a lot of places in bed so…” he didn’t even finish his sentence before you hit him with the pillow.

The real excuse behind his architecture construction was that Mick was scared he might react, laying by your side. You had always been the girl he had a crush on since he entered F1. You were always there somehow, either close to him or on the other side of the paddock. But you were always sweet and he always felt like he was part of your world if you barely talked until a few months ago.

When this all started, he felt like living a dream. How lucky could he be to get to spend so much time with the girl he loved? But there were inconveniences too. Like listening to you speaking about your previous relationship or how you imagined the perfect one for you. Feeling so close and so far away from you at the same time. Accepting that, maybe, he won’t ever be more than just a movie friend for you.

He was glad that you didn’t break everything immediately and accepted to lay on your favorite side. He felt protected. Nothing could go wrong like this, he won’t let his love show without any warning.

Having no idea that you were struggling with the same issue, by your side. And watching one of your favorite rom coms with the man of your dreams next to you wasn’t as you expected it to be. In a perfect world, you would be in his arms, living your own favorite.

But nobody said you couldn’t make your life a perfect world.

You were blind either. And you noticed how Mick was fighting with own arm, like he wanted to put it around you but was containing himself. So pillow after pillow, you broke the wall between you. He didn’t notice immediately, or he was pretending not to see. It wasn’t until you put a hand on his arm that Mick turned his head. “Where is the wall?”

“Destroyed.” you answered with a sweet smile.

There was something intimate with spending so much time with someone, even through screen. You both could read each other like an open book. And Mick knew that you were waiting for him to make a step, after you made the first one.

So he did.

He finally let his arm around your shoulder so you could cuddle against him. When he felt like you were comfortable enough, which wasn’t hard because that man was a living pillow, he put his lips on your forehead to kiss you. “Now you don’t have any excuses to start watching horror movies,” he whispered.

But to be fair, you could watch the worst movies in the entire world that it wouldn't matter anymore. Not as long as you have Mick by your side.

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lucy90712 · 6 months

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omgg girl YOU HAVE TO DO this enemies to lovers fic with pedri where they're lowkey known to hate eachother in school but then one day the reader comes out of the classroom and and has blood on her face and is crying becasue this one dude messed with her and hit her and pedri sees her and is furious and asks her "who did this to you" and the reader refuses to tell him but then eventually gives in because of how mad he is and pedri beats the dude up like really bad, then the reader and pedri are at the nurses office and she asks him why he did that and pedri finally confesses his feelings for her and so does she and they like kiss in the end ?

you're writing style would slayy this prompt soo muchh so pleasee do write itt!, anyways take care of yourself!!, love youu

A/n: I changed up the idea a bit but I really like it so I hope you do too

WC: 2.2k After going the whole year waiting and celebrating all my friends birthdays it's finally my turn as it was my birthday during the week so now my friends are hosting a party for me at one of their places. All week I've been looking forward to this party as I haven't been out in a while because I've had other things to focus on with school and work. I went out and brought a new dress for tonight and everything because I want to look and feel amazing. I'm always the friend that just wearing casual clothes as I'm always too busy to get dressed up but not tonight I'm going to be the one getting all the stares and attention tonight. Usually I would say I don't care about getting attention from guys but tonight I want to prove someone wrong.

Pedri. That asshole football player. I met Pedri when I first moved to Barcelona as he was friends with the friends I made and ever since he's been around. He's like a fly that just won't leave you alone every time I think he's not going to show up he sneaks up on me and my night is ruined. I know for a fact that he will be there tonight because he's part of the friend group and everyone else is always trying to get up to get along but we just don't. For whatever reason Pedri took an instant dislike to me, to begin with I thought he was attractive but any feelings for him other than disgust quickly went away. He's always calling me names or just generally saying awful things to me but to everyone else he's an angel and the sweetest guy ever. The last time I saw him I had gone straight from an 8 hours shift with 4 hours of classes before and I heard him say to someone else that I never look good which is exactly why I want to prove him wrong tonight.

This morning I took myself to get my nails done and I got my hair cut for the first time in a while and now I've just got out the shower after having washed my hair and shaved. I feel like a whole new person and it feels amazing I don't know why I didn't make more of an effort sooner. The first thing I did was put my dress on then I did my hair and makeup which took a while as I wanted everything to be perfect but eventually I did it and everything couldn't look better. Looking in the mirror I almost didn't recognise myself but I lied the version of me I saw much more than the usual tired mess I usually see. My friends were all going crazy over the picture I sent in our group chat which gave me the boost in confidence I needed to go along with my new look.

Seeing as I plan to drink tonight I got a cab to my friends place where their party was happening. I purposely arrived a bit late because I want to make an entrance seeing as it's my birthday party and I put all this effort into my appearance I want everyone to notice well I want Pedri to notice. The door was unlocked so I just opened it and walked right in straight away everyone turned to look at me it felt like I was in a movie and for once I was the main character not a background actor. All of my friends immediately made their way over to shower me in compliments but all I was interested in was Pedri. It took me a second but I eventually I caught his gaze and I could see his pupils were dilated and his jaw was slightly open but as soon as he noticed I was looking he turned away. My mission for tonight is already complete now it's time to have fun and channel my hatred for Pedri into the best night of my life so far.

My best friend got me a drink and then took me off to go and dance with her. She made a playlist of all my favourite songs which she put on and we started dancing together. As we were dancing I had another drink or maybe two so I was definitely on a high but I wasn't drunk nowhere close to it. Somehow I lost my friend and ended up just dancing on my own which was fine until I guy I hadn't met before came over to talk to me. At first he was nice but then he got overly flirty and I just wasn't feeling it, I didn't come here to go home with a guy I just wanted to have fun and let loose.

Despite my best attempts the guy would not leave me alone and he was really starting to test my patience. His hands were all over my body which made me really uncomfortable but every time I tried moving them his hands went back to where they were if not lower. Once he started squeezing my ass that was enough for me I pulled away but the guy grabbed my arm and held it really tightly. I could tell it was going to leave a bruise but that's was the last of my worries all of a sudden all I could feel was intense panic flowing through my veins I felt as though I hadn't had a drop of alcohol I was so aware of every little touch on my skin. I've never been so scared in my life I've never felt this weak either, usually I'd stand up for myself without any hesitation but right now I can't get any words out and I can't make my body move even an inch. My whole being is now controlled but the fear of what this guy is going to do to me.

"You know you look super sexy in this dress" the guy whispered in my ear as he put a hand around my throat

"G-get off m-me" I managed to choke out

"What you don't want me even though you are practically begging for attention dressed like that" the guy taunted

That was enough for me I managed to free myself from his hold but I wasn't able to move quick enough to avoid him slapping me for presumably not wanting to sleep with him. I flinched at the pain but I also braced myself for more but it never happened. Suddenly there was someone else stood in front of me who punched the other guy just as I looked up. Everything happened so quickly but time seemed to slow down as I watched the guy that has been harassing me get punched in the face multiple times, even though it wasn't me doing it I felt great knowing someone had my back.

Once time went back to normal speed and the guy was finally escorted out of the house I finally got to see who had come in to protect me. That someone who I was thanking in my mind just a few seconds ago was Pedri. For once I saw a different look in his eyes instead of disgust and hatred I saw concern and worry. He cared although he has never acted like it he cares about me. That thought sent butterflies through my stomach, for some reason owning that deep down Pedri didn't really hate me made me feel relieved happy even.

There was a lot of thoughts swirling around in my mind not just about what happened but also about my feelings for Pedri. I was soon brought out off of my spiral though when I noticed Pedri turn towards me and reach his hand out to touch mine which sent a shiver down my spine. I could move as he looked at my wrist which was already starting to bruise and then studied my face which suddenly made me aware of the fact that I could feel something running down my face.

"Are you ok?" He asked

"Yeah I'm fine" I replied

"We both know that's a lie now come with me I'll clean you up" he said

He offered me his hand so I took it and he lead me through all of the people around who had just gone back to doing whatever they were doing before after watching what unfolded just a few minutes ago. Pedri lead me to the bathroom upstairs which was empty luckily so we went straight in and he locked the door behind us which made me a little nervous all of a sudden. As Pedri looked for the first aid kit I just stood there watching him as I was starting to realise that maybe my attraction towards Pedri hadn't disappeared and had just been buried deep down inside me instead as I was starting to feel the nerves I felt when I first met him again.

After a while of just staring at him Pedri finally found what he was looking for and turned back to me. He told me to sit on the counter in front of him so I made my way over ready to haul myself up on the surface but instead Pedri put his hands on my waist and lifted me into the counter. Having his hands on my waist felt weirdly comfortable it was as if this had happened a million times before I felt safe almost with his hands on me. He kept one hand on my waist as he gently cleaned up the cut I had on my lip which stung but every time I winced Pedri just squeezed my waist and apologised which somehow made it all better. As he worked to put cream on my lip and wrist I was completely captivated but the way he was sticking his tongue out fully concentrated on making sure he did everything he could to make me better.

This was the first time I noticed how perfect his face was. His hair, his eyes, his lips and his stubble that was beginning to form were all just so perfect. His hair looked so soft and fluffy. His eyes looked so caring and kind. His lips looked so kissable. Those thoughts had never crossed my mind before but thats simply because I wouldn't let them, I've always been attracted to Pedri but I didn't allow myself to feel these feelings as until today I thought he simply just hated me but this situation has made it clear that he doesn't hate me quite as much as I first thought.

"There we go, does that feel any better?" He asked

"It feels a lot better thank you" I replied

"Now tell me how are you actually feeling and please be honest" he said

"I'm ok still a bit shaken up but I'll be ok" I said

"I'm sorry this happened to you that guy was wrong to do that don't think for a second you deserved it because you don't no matter how beautiful you look" Pedri said which took my by surprise as I never expected him to call me beautiful

"Thank you it means a lot hearing you say that" I said

"I have to ask why did you help me I thought you hated me" I said

Pedri just stood there for a few seconds which made me regret actually asking him and not just thinking about the many possible answers. All of my anxieties quickly disappeared though when Pedri closed the gap between us and attached his lips to mine. The feeling of having his lips on mine was out of this world I don't know how to even describe it it almost felt like a void was filled that I didn't know was empty before. Where my lip is cut it definitely stung kissing Pedri but it was so worth it and I'd deal with much more pain if it meant I could kiss him again. Sadly the kiss eventually came to an end but Pedri stayed close to me and wrapped his arms around me even after he'd pulled away.

"I'm sorry I should've asked you first before doing that but I just couldn't resist" he said

"It's ok I enjoyed it but you didn't answer my question" I teased

"I never hated you I hated the fact that I found you so beautiful I told myself that I needed to focus on football and not dating so when we first met I thought it would be easier if I just acted like I hated you but it really didn't help and I just can't pretend anymore" he admitted

"Well I'm glad you don't hate me as that would've made this all very awkward" I laughed

"I know I've been awful to you but can we start over?" He asked

"Of course all is forgiven especially after you helped me out there" I said

"How about we get out of here and maybe we can talk over some ice cream" he suggested

"I like the sound of that" I replied

With that Pedri gave me another kiss which he apologised for as he realised it probably hurt me which it did but I happily kissed him again as he grabbed my hand to lead me outside to his car. I felt a bit bad for leaving my own birthday party but at the same time getting to know Pedri and exploring these newfound feelings sounds a lot more fun.

#pedri imagine #pedri #pedri x reader #pedri imagines #football imagine

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auspicioustidings · 7 months

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Hello! I would like to request a friendship drabble or story featuring Soap and Gaz (Kyle Garrick). No romance, please. I just need more of Soap and Gaz in my life.

They've both been on my mind when reflecting on who lives and dies in the original series compared to the reboot. I really adore the portrayal and voice acting of Soap and Gaz in the current series, though.

Hello! One plate of platonic fluff coming right up!

"Where is she? Lassie we've got a pure emergency here!"

"Red alert! DEFCON 1!"

You had already known it was Johnny and Kyle barrelling into your flower shop by the way the bell had jingled in absolute distress at the force of the door being swung open. The two soldiers had been a whirlwind the first ever time they had come in and had not changed since.

You had been fond of them back then too, fond of how they both stumbled over one another in a panic on Mothers Day in full tactical gear. Johnny had grabbed you by the shoulders and stared at you with a fierce determination as he had told you that they were both simply going to be skinned alive if they could not somehow get flowers to their mothers that day. Honestly, they had been so sincere and so adorable that you had laughed and helped them pick out flowers for a bouquet and then called in a favour to get them a delivery driver.

It was not the last you would see of the military men. Sometimes they just came in to say hi since you were, in Kyle's words, their "favourite florist". In Johnny's words you were "the only florist we know." It would have hurt if you hadn't known he had been teasing. The two of them were equally as fond of you as you were of them, they brought you little trinkets from the places they would go and would spend hours in the shop just to chat away with you.

Sounded like this was going to be the kind of visit where one or both of them had forgotten something important and were hoping for a rescue. You sighed with a sort of fond annoyance, finished typing off the ribbon around the bouquet you were working on in the back and walking through to the shop.

"Surprise!"

"Happy Birthday!"

Oh. Oh it was your birthday wasn't it and you had completely forgotten about it because you were so busy making sure everyone else had flowers for their special occasions. But here they were, Johnny and Kyle, both armed to the teeth with presents wearing matching grins. Johnny and Kyle who always forgot every special occasion were here because they remembered your birthday.

"Oh, oh no" you sniffled, unable to stop the waterworks and knowing you were ugly crying almost immediately from being so overwhelmed with warmth.

"Aww lassie" Johnny cooed with a chuckle, clumsily placing all the presents on the counter so his arms were free to envelop you in a wonderfully warm hug. "Ye didnae think we'd forget did ye?"

"Even if we had, we told everyone on base months ago that there was a critical mission today so Captain and LT have been on at us all week to make sure we've prepared" Kyle said with a soft smile, squeezing himself in to hug you as well.

You didn't really know when they had turned from the strangest customers you had ever had to two friends you were just so glad to have in your life, but as they took photos of you blowing out the candles on the saddest attempt at a cake you had ever seen and had you open presents not just from them but from team mates you had never met, you realised that they loved you just as much as you did them.

And my goodness, wasn't that wonderful?

#mhairianswers #mhairiwrites #cod fluff #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #platonic fluff

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lisbeth-kk · 9 months

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Sherlock fandom. John wants to buy Mrs. Hudson a present, and Sherlock is quite willing to help.

Expedition at nighttime

“Have you ever been to a mall before, Sherlock?” John asks one evening.

Sherlock who’s been sprawled on the sofa, sits up at this unconventional question.

“A mall, John? Whatever for? And besides, I don’t care for your assault on the English language by using American substitutes,” Sherlock scoffs.

“Oh, excuse me, Your Highness, but mall is quite a bit easier to say than shopping centre. Now, will you answer my question or not?” John proceeds unperturbed.

Sherlock sighs dramatically and adds an impressive eyeroll for good measure before he answers.

“Mummy used to take us to Harrod’s to see the Christmas decorations, but it’s been decades. Why on earth do you ask? You’re not exactly a fan of shopping. Last time you went to Tesco I believe you had a row with a chip and…”

“Yes, enough of reminding me of that, thank you very much,” John states briskly and flushes adoringly.

Sherlock just cocks an eyebrow at him encouraging John to answer properly.

“Fine. It’s just…I thought we could buy Mrs. Hudson something nice for her birthday next week,” John sighs and rubs his neck.

“Ah, yes! Tesco won’t suffice, I take it,” Sherlock muses.

“Sherlock!”

“I was teasing you, John. Calm down. Well, perhaps I can be of assistance. The owner of Selfridges owes me…”

“Let me guess – a favour?” John chuckles.

Sherlock just waves a dismissive hand at him, retrieves his phone from his trouser pocket and sends a text.

***

John gets Sherlock’s text at his lunch break, and almost chokes on his BLT-sandwich.

We’re going to Selfridges tonight at 11.30. SH

They’re closed at that hour, Sherlock.

As expected, John gets no answer to his text.

Sherlock’s out when John gets home from the surgery, but there’s a note underneath the skull.

Be ready at 11 pm. SH

“So, I take it you won’t need dinner then,” John mutters under his breath.

Despite his exasperation with his best friend, he can’t help the tingling sensation in his body when he thinks about their nightly excursion.

True to his word, Sherlock arrives in a cab at 11pm, and John’s standing at the pavement in front of 221 Baker Street and waits eagerly.

When they reach the large building on Oxford Street, an impeccably dressed man greets Sherlock vigorously. John is actually quite proud of Sherlock for not insulting the man with an embarrassing deduction, but instead puts on a smile, everyone close to Sherlock would know is a fake.

“Mr. Holmes, it’s a pleasure to finally get to help you out,” the man says, still shaking Sherlock’s hand.

“Well, yes, Mr. Dougherty. I’m glad you are amenable to my peculiar request,” Sherlock replies, and succeeds to withdraw his hand from the other man’s grip.

“This is, Jo…”

“Come in, Mr. Holmes,” Mr. Dougherty says with admiration seeping out of every pore, totally ignoring John.

Sherlock stiffens immediately and a cold look in his eyes, tells John that Sherlock’s beyond annoyed. Mr. Dougherty’s clearly oblivious to the change in Sherlock’s demeanour and chats about trivialities neither John nor Sherlock comment on.

“I’ll call at your office when we’re finished,” Sherlock says and swirls around, heading to the escalators. “Come on, John.”

Mr. Dougherty gapes like a fish on land, and John can’t help but smirk. Flirting with Sherlock Holmes is one thing, disregarding John when Sherlock’s tried to introduce him, is a thing Mr. Dougherty might live to regret.

***

Being alone in this grand building with the lights dimmed, adds something mysterious to the whole experience. John feels like he’s in a movie, and he finds the shadows a bit eerie, but a glance over at Sherlock makes him grin, and he’s determined to enjoy this ridiculous ride.

Avoiding Christmas and birthdays himself, should’ve made Sherlock uninterested in buying gifts, but what John’s about to experience, is that he’s a rather skilled shopper.

Sherlock’s obviously memorised the map showing the different shops, and heads confident to the food department, scans the items for a few seconds, before he grabs a glass of vanilla honey and a gift set of different teas. He shows them to John for approval.

“What do you think, John? Will she like these?” he asks, his eyes glow in the dim light.

“You know she will,” John says and takes the offered gifts while Sherlock turns to the escalators.

“Glove department, next,” Sherlock tells John.

John shakes his head in amusement. Sherlock acts like a child being set free at Hamley’s.

***

Sherlock’s delicate fingers stroke over smooth leather, and John must swallow hard at the sight. He’s placed the other items at a nearby counter and leans closer to look at the different gloves Sherlock’s picked out. The proximity and Sherlock’s unique scent, makes John’s head dizzy. Without thinking he moves closer and steadies himself with a hand on the small of Sherlock’s back. Sherlock inhales sharply and closes his eyes briefly.

“John,” he breathes, his deep voice stirring something in John. Something that’s lingered in the bottom of his heart for what feels like decades.

“Come here,” John murmurs and lifts his other hand to Sherlock’s jaw, cupping it gently.

A moan escapes Sherlock and his eyes opens slowly to gaze into John’s. He forgets all about gloves and pulls John to him with a tenderness John didn’t think Sherlock was capable of. He licks his lips and brushes his thumb over the perfect mouth above him. Sherlock’s tongue darts out and licks quickly before retreating.

“Tease,” John whispers, before Sherlock closes the gap between them and kisses him.

I just walked by the building last week, and it seemed only natural to let the boys have an unusual excursion to the posh establishment.

@flashfictionfridayofficial @keirgreeneyes @totallysilvergirl @calaisreno @a-victorian-girl @phoenix27884 @topsyturvy-turtely @blogstandbygo

#sherlock fandom #sherlock fanfic #flashfiction #sherlock #john watson #sherlock holmes #johnlock

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violet-lazer · 2 years

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Reciprocity

Content / Warnings : Secondo/Reader, Explicit, Gender-Neutral Reader, Oral Sex, Birthday Smut, Soft-ish Secondo, 4.8k words. Thanks, please enjoy! (AO3)

Secondo discovers it's your birthday, and is more displeased than he expects that you haven't told him. For my lovely friend @ghoulymadge 🥀

Secondo notices. It’s the instinct, the knack, the guiding hand of Lucifer on his shoulder. It’s his talent for seeing which eyes in the crowd are most desperate for his to meet them, which Siblings give him a wide berth in the corridor, which abysmal move Copia is about to play during card games. And today, Secondo noticed that the leftmost side of the third pew was vacant at his afternoon sermon. Unusual.

In the hour or so since his sermon concluded, Secondo has been stalking the corridors, contemplative. It’s certainly not that he’s looking for someone. It’s not that he’s looking for you. It’s simply that it’s exceedingly uncommon for him not to spy you in that third pew, rosary draped over your fingers, listening in-- well, if it wasn’t rapture it was certainly a very good imitation. You are always first on your knees to accept communion. You always meet his gaze.

Presently, Secondo’s contemplation sees him circling back to the chapel in time for Terzo’s Mass to conclude. Settling against a pillar, he watches as the congregation begin to file out, accepting their scattered greetings with a polite nod. He waits for the crowd to thin and strides into the chapel proper.

There are a few Siblings lingering by the chancel, some tidying, some chatting, one tending to what appears to be a rather large red wine stain on the floor. Secondo sighs. From the altar, Terzo raises an eyebrow.

“Oh. What do you want?”

“You have been working on your manners, I see.”

Terzo shrugs. “I aim to please. Since we are in polite company-” he gestures loosely at the remaining Siblings- “let me start again. What can I do for you on this fine afternoon?”

Secondo relents. “I am…looking for someone. Someone who usually only attends my sermons. I thought, perhaps, something may have happened to their standards, and was concerned that I might find them here.”

“Biting,” Terzo says. “Very good. I see, you are upset that your favourite has abandoned you today.”

Secondo folds his arms. “I do not have favourites.” “Then why do I know precisely who you are talking about, hm?” Terzo scoffs, gathering some papers from the altar and handing them to a waiting Sibling. “I saw the two of you talking the other night and could have sworn I heard you ask them a personal question. Unprecedented.”

It’s not that Secondo doesn’t have admirers. Lovers. Comes with the job, the title. It’s just that, as the years go on, he’s becoming tired of deciphering intent.

He has a reputation. All of the Papas do. It’s that shared folklore of the clergy, woven into lore by threads of shared conversations, retellings of sexual encounters, speculation into their personal lives. Ask a Sibling? Secondo was… brusque. Direct. Uncompromising. Difficult to get to know. And people love a challenge.

Usually, it’s obvious and telegraphed; the Siblings who approach him like a puzzle. The attempts to sidle up to him in the library, probe him with questions, to earn an invite into his bed. At this point it’s almost amusing, and Secondo is normally content to entertain them for the night, sending them home well-fucked and pleased with themselves. Good for them if they think they know the first thing about him afterwards.

But, you know, it’s wearing a little thin. There’s a fine line between casual for casual’s sake and casual to avoid disappointment. Secondo is familiar with disappointment, he carries it around with him in a deep, bone-aching weariness, and has no desire to add more weight.

Last week, you’d turned to leave after one of your post-Mass conversations and he’d almost followed you. It had startled him, a frown settling onto his face as he watched you go. Ask him, and he wouldn’t say you were close- you speak a few times a week, post-sermon, or when you see one another in the halls. It’s been a few months of this, since you devoted yourself to his sermons- I think you might be the one, Papa- and as reticent as he is, Secondo…enjoys you. He allows you to linger after Mass where he encourages others to go about their day, he packs his things more slowly when you do stay so he might entertain your questions. Your enquiries about his personal time don’t seem transactional, and to his retrospective regret, his tongue is looser when it’s you doing the asking. But, he thinks, perhaps that’s as far as it should go. After all, isn’t it better not to want, truly want something? Aren’t you hoisting yourself for a fall?

The Sibling attending to the spilled wine raises their head, and Secondo notes that this is definitely a situation where attempted cleanup merely spreads the problem around.

“I know who you’re on about,” they say, abandoning their sponge. “They’ve booked the day off. It’s their birthday.”

“Ah,” Secondo says. This feels like pertinent information. Should he know that? There’s a tug in his chest that tells him he should. Had you told him? No. He would’ve remembered. Why hadn’t you told him?

Terzo shakes his head disapprovingly.

“Ooh, that’s terrible. You should’ve known that.”

“I did.”

It’s too early in the day for such an obvious lie, but Secondo’s priorities have taken a sharp turn to the left. He utters a quick thanks to the Sibling then turns on his heel, marching out of the chapel and through the winding corridors of the Ministry.

He knows the living quarters well. To clarify, he knows the exact position of the handle on the oak bedroom doors when reaching for it in the dark with someone pressed eagerly against him, and he knows how many steps it is from threshold to bed. It’s been others, but it’s not been you.

Once, he thinks, striding down the hallway towards your room, once it might’ve been you. One harsh night last month you’d crossed paths in the corridor - cold tonight isn’t it, Papa? - and he’d dropped into conversation so readily he’d ended up following you to the living quarters. You converse with an ease that almost circles to instil unease in him, it’s so unfamiliar. For Lucifer’s sake, he’d told you about his bath. A single comment from you about the chill, and the sight of you wrapping your arms around yourself to retain heat, and he’d told you about his bath. Information that he does not divulge readily, but there it was, one more confession you’d pulled out of him with obscene simplicity. There’s a very nice bathroom in Secondo’s quarters, and he’s managed to keep it quiet. It’s not the perfectly serviceable ensuite he directs any nocturnal guests or visitors to, it’s the box room he had refitted on the sly when most of the senior clergy were at an awful team-building weekend a few years ago. And he…told you about it. There, outside your room, watching you shiver.

You’d laughed at the revelation, joked about him inviting you over to take a bath. So bold, but isn’t that what jokes are for? Testing the waters? Secondo had stopped to let his eyes rove over you, to let his mind wander, to imagine the two of you in his most sacred of places; wet, naked, him fucking you over the bathroom counter. And then, despite himself, he bade you goodnight.

Anyway. Secondo knows exactly which door to stop in front of. He gives a sharp knock, and waits for a response. And waits. And- well, he’s waited a respectable twenty-five seconds. Perhaps you’re out. Or perhaps something is wrong?

The thought has barely crossed his mind and his gloved hand is reaching for the door handle. Immediately he catches himself- come on. The Ministry is usually safe, as long as you don’t inadvertently stumble into the path of whatever nonsense the ghouls have going on at any given time. You were fine. Probably. Hm.

It’s a…persistent thought, and it’s gnawing at the back of Secondo’s brain. You haven’t answered the door and it’s been, what, a full minute and a half? He should wait. Or knock again, perhaps. He definitely shouldn’t try the door.

He tries the door. It’s unlocked, and easing it open, Secondo lets himself in. He steps into the room- slightly messy, lived-in, but nothing sets off any alarm bells. It’s dim in here, a lone crack in your curtains allowing a thin stream of afternoon sunlight through and as his gaze pans over to your bed- ah- there you are. Taking a few steps closer, he can see you half-entangled in a thin blanket, curled onto your side, and the steady rise and fall of your chest indicates you’re sound asleep. Hm. Not dead then. Well. At least you’re safe.

And then you stir, spot Secondo towering over you, and bolt upright.

“Fucking hell-”

Now. Objectively, the optics on this one aren’t great. Secondo takes a step back.

“I am incredibly sorry,” he says. “I was worried.”

The words fall from his lips too quickly, too honestly.

“Oh,” you say, doing an impressive job of regulating your breathing. “I’m sorry, Papa. I’m up, I was just…napping.”

He regards you- flushed, separating yourself from your blanket, straightening your clothes. You look up at him in earnest. It is a good angle. Seeing you like this, sleepy and dishevelled, in your room amongst all your personal things, he almost feels like he’s crossed a boundary. Secondo clears his throat.

“It is your birthday. You did not tell me,” Secondo says plainly. It isn’t an accusation, but there’s a bite that causes you to lower your eyes from his. There’s something in him that feels…entitled to that information, as unfair as that may be. It isn’t particularly sensitive information. Your friends would know. Acquaintances, even. Has he misread your attention, placed more weight on your interactions than he should have? Set himself up, once more?

No, it’s not your fault. He could have asked. Taking a breath, he tempers his tone.

“To clarify, you did not have to tell me,” he says. “However, I would have liked to have known.”

“To be honest, Papa,” you say, dragging your eyes back up to meet his, “I’m not really in the habit of celebrating my birthday. It’s… I don’t…”

“There does not have to be a reason.”

You give him a small, grateful smile. “Anyway,” you continue, “I didn’t see the point of bringing it up, really. I doubt you’d want to spend the day with me, you’re a busy man.”

Slowly, he steps forwards and takes a seat on the edge of your bed. At once, you manoeuvre yourself closer to him. Instinct. The sight lights a fire in the pit of his stomach.

“Busy indeed. And yet, here I am.”

Slotted neatly and deliberately alongside several particularly dry-looking Luciferian texts on Secondo’s bookshelf, there is a list handwritten on good, weighty paper. It’s Secondo’s gift list. Secondo is a good gift-giver, deriving no end of pleasure from lavishing gifts on those who have earned it. Now, it is a relatively short list- a few friends from his past, senior clergy (mostly out of pure obligation), Siblings who made a particular impression, Terzo’s name crossed out and rewritten multiple times with varying degrees of vitriol. And there at the bottom is your name in neat, thoughtful cursive. If he’d known…

“Why are you here, Papa?”

Your voice snaps him back to the present. You’re leaning forwards, towards him. Meeting his eyes, the way he likes.

This is the dance, isn’t it? The precipice? The leading question leading to his mouth on yours? He wants to dance with you. But he has to ensure you’re a willing partner.

“I want to do something for you,” he says, reaching out with one gloved hand to ghost your cheek with his fingers. You lean into his touch. Good. “A gift.”

“You don’t have to get me anything,” you say.

“I want to do something for you,” he reiterates. “I can scarcely believe I am saying this, but I will permit you to use my bath.”

“Oh,” you say, eyes widening. “I was joking the other week, I didn’t actually expect- but yes, that would be lovely.”

Secondo lets his fingers trail downwards, tracing your jaw gently. If not for his gloves he’d be able to feel the warmth of you.

“On my terms,” he continues. “I am going to be very direct with you, so listen.”

“I’m listening, Papa.”

So attentive.

“In one hour, you are going to come to my quarters. You are going to knock. If you knock twice, I will let you in, and then I will leave you to the bath I have drawn for you. Take your time. But not too much time, hm? I will give you two hours, and then I want my bathroom back, yes?” You nod your assent. He fixes you with a firm, deliberate gaze.

“Now. Pay attention. If you knock three times, I will let you in, I will bathe you, and then I am going to fuck you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you say immediately, half-breathless. You’ve been waiting, haven’t you? Secondo can feel it, the change in the air that accompanies the sprawl of new possibilities running through your mind.

“Think about it,” he says. “One hour.”

Swiftly, he stands, gives you a curt nod and turns to leave.

“Wait,” you call after him. He turns back to you, despite feeling the sting of an impactful exit cut short.

“Hm?”

“I thought you weren’t interested,” you confess.

Ah. There it is, the consequence of his reluctance to spoil a good thing. Or, more accurately, his idea of a good thing, and the terrifying thought that the reality might be very different. So yes, if he’s honest, he’s been ignoring your glances and missing opportunities to invite you to bed. But there’s only so long the inevitable can be delayed. There’s a thrum inside him when you’re within arm's reach that’s impossible to resist and, well, when Lucifer gives you a hint you should take it.

“No.” Secondo reaches down, thumb brushing your lip. He wants his fingers in your mouth. “I am interested. Perhaps too much.”

And then he leaves you.

You’re about three minutes early. Secondo heard your approach, deliberate steps on the stone floor, and then…silence. He supposes you’re waiting for the hour to be up proper, lest you look too…eager? That is, assuming, you would be taking him up on his offer of some personal attention. Now, he’s ready for you to take the solitary option, if that’s what you want. It’s fine. It’s alright. There’s certainly no pang that cuts through his chest when he thinks about the possibility of you not reciprocating his desire. Although, he thinks, taking stock of himself in the mirror, it would be a bit of a waste.

He’s shed his robe in lieu of a fitted black-button down shirt, sleeves half-rolled. Black trousers and dress shoes. Unassuming, timeless. But he’s touched up his paint; it’s the face he knows you like. Not too bad for an old man. He glances at the clock- ah. It’s time. He watches the door, waiting for you to announce yourself.

You knock. Once. Twice. And then again. Secondo opens the door. The nerves emanating from you are palpable but, regardless, you give him a smile and Secondo can feel his heart beating in his throat. You’re matching him in black, and he can’t help but let his eyes wander over you, searching, looking for points of access. But before that-

“Come with me,” he says, holding out his hand, sparing you the agony of filling the silence. You slip your hand into his and he leads you into the room, towards the bathroom, noting your gaze roaming to take in your surroundings before your eyes settle on the bed. Later. Secondo pulls you gently through the next doorway and into his bathroom. The secret one.

It’s a nice bathroom, if he says so himself. All Italian marble and gold furnishings, but in a way that he tells himself is on the right side of the tasteful/tacky border. There are a few plants, gifts from Primo, that he’s doing his best to keep alive, and in the centre of the room, the star of the show, an excessively large marble bathtub. Prior to your arrival, he’d spent a good forty minutes here, setting the scene, because if Secondo is anything, he is a good host. And when he commits, he commits. So you arrive to find the room lit by candlelight, bath full and waiting for you, a tiny wireless radio tuned to a station playing soft instrumentals. It’s worth the effort- when you look at him, half-awestruck, he realises he’s been holding his breath. Tightening his grip on your hand, he leads you further into the room.

“I can see why you want to keep this to yourself,” you say, running your fingers along the edge of the bath. Secondo hums.

“You understand. I do not wish for this to become common knowledge, yes? Let it be our secret.”

“Of course,” you say. There’s a pause, and you appear to be at a bit of a loss at what to say next. Secondo is happy to lead.

“Do you wish to begin?”

“Yes,” you say, leaning against the edge of the bath. “What should I…”

“Undress for me,” he says, low and steady.

You nod, setting to work on your buttons, lowering your gaze. You work slowly, and after a moment, pause.

“Sorry, I’m a bit self-conscious,” you confess. Secondo closes the distance between you, tipping your jaw up with one hand so you meet his eyes.

“I do not want you to be uncomfortable. May I help?”

“Yes.”

Gently, his hands run down your shoulders, your arms, before he locates the fastenings of your clothes and works them undone. He strips you with practised ease, touching you only enough to help you shed your garments, his face serious, focused. When he catches your eye you’re regarding him with a quiet bemusement. He’s seen it before. You’re wondering why he’s not fondling you, kissing you. But Secondo has his rituals. His rules. If he touches you now you’ll never make it to the bath and all of his preparation will be for naught. He helps you shift your underwear down your legs. Satanas-

There you are, gorgeous and exposed, every inch, for him. Secondo’s cock aches against his trousers and the simmer of desire in the pit of his stomach is threatening to overspill. You reach out to touch his cheek, fingers grazing his skin.

Actually, fuck the rituals. Slipping his arms around your waist, he pulls you to his chest and kisses you. You sink into him, mouth opening to accept his tongue, soft moan escaping you. He feels your hands meet at the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Even through his clothes he can feel your heat, your want, and he kisses you hungrily, tongue moving against yours in lascivious rhythm.

When he’s sated, he pulls back. You’re flushed, breaths heavy, pressed so tightly against him his cock must surely be digging uncomfortably into you. Well, you don’t seem to be complaining. Secondo allows himself to press another kiss to your lips.

“You are quite the distraction,” he says, taking your hand. “Now get in the bath.”

Biting your lip and doing a poor job of disguising your smile, you let him help you into the bath. As you relax into the water, you let out a deep sigh, allowing your head to rest back against the marble. Secondo can’t take his eyes off you, and is doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact. He is content for now, perched at the edge of the bath, watching you unwind. After a few moments, you lift your head and eye him suspiciously.

“Yes?” he says.

“How did you know it was my birthday?”

Secondo clears his throat. “Ah. I made some enquiries as to your location. One of Terzo’s hangers-on informed me.”

You laugh. “I’ll tell them you said that.”

Secondo wonders if you’ve noticed you’ve dropped the Papa. It doesn’t feel like a purposeful omission, more an indication of…comfort. He doesn’t mind a slip in decorum, not here. Not when you’re looking at him like that.

“I feel,” you continue- you’re talkative like this- “as though you should also be… not dressed.”

Secondo cocks his head. “Impatient. You will see more than enough of me soon enough. Although…”

Slowly, under your watchful eye, he makes a show of removing one glove, and then the other. He rests them on the edge of the bath, and reaches for the washcloth and soap he’s set out. It’s a fancy soap Terzo had foisted upon him- with no regard to the fact that he wasn’t a florals person- but Secondo thinks it might be rather pleasing on you.

“Let me take care of you,” he says, shifting to kneel at your side.

You lean up to meet him and he bathes you, thoroughly, tenderly. Again, he’s restraining himself, tempering his desire as he runs his hands over you. He allows himself small pleasures- a kiss pressed to your hand, your shoulder, the inside of your ankle as you manoeuvre to grant him access to your legs. He’s working methodically, but his pace slows as he approaches your inner thighs. There was nothing wrong with lingering there, yes? Your breaths are sharper, anticipant, but he’s not going to touch you where you want to be touched. Not yet. He pulls back and you can’t hide the frustrated grunt that escapes you. Secondo bites down a smile.

“Are you sated?” he says. No, is the answer he wants. You tilt your head.

“In the bath way, yes.”

He looks at you for a long moment. “I see. Then let me attend to your other needs.”

Secondo extends a hand and you waste no time in taking it. Pulling you up, he reaches for a towel and helps you dry off. Without a moment of consideration, he fetches his bathrobe from a hanger and offers it to you. You raise an eyebrow. It’s a nice robe. Stepping out of the bath, you shrug it on and Secondo reaches around you wordlessly to tie the belt.

“This feels more even, hm?” he says. “You are not so exposed?”

“Mm,” you hum, giving him a gentle smile. It’s a smile he wouldn’t mind seeing more often. But- to business. Leading you to the bedroom, he encourages you to take a seat on the edge of his bed, positioning himself next to you.

“Before we begin, let us set some expectations, yes? I want you to enjoy yourself. I also want to fuck every last drop of need out of you, and I want to do it with great enthusiasm. So if you are uncomfortable with anything I am doing you must tell me, and I will stop. Alright?”

You nod. “I will. I would.”

“Good. I enjoy taking the lead. Are you content with that?”

He’s studying you for any signs of hesitation, but he’s finding nothing. Just you, so torturously close and leaning closer, looking especially fuckable in his bathrobe (it’s monogrammed), hanging onto his every word.

“I want you to tell me what to do,” you say plainly. “And I want you to use me however you wish.”

Well. If that wasn’t what he dreamed of hearing. You’re going to be so good for him. Secondo takes your face in his hands, drawing you close.

“Very well. Then permit me to be selfish. I was denied the privilege of seeing you on your knees today.”

Obediently, you slip from the bed and settle on your knees before Secondo. Your hands run up his thighs and his cock twitches. This is the view.

“Watch. Do not touch,” he says, languidly unbuckling his belt and shifting his trousers down to unsheath himself. You’re so close that his cock, slick with precum, grazes your cheek. You’re watching him with a quiet desperation, but you remain still.

“Open your mouth,” he says, gripping the base of his shaft to guide it towards you as you obey. He locks eyes with you. And then he pushes his cock into your mouth.

You’re devout at his altar, accepting him as far down your throat as you can manage, lips tight around him. He groans, bucking up into you, your hot, wet mouth sending his desire into the stratosphere. You look so good sucking him off, making the most obscene sounds as you fuck him with your mouth. Pulling back, you grasp his shaft and begin to work him manually, tongue painting eager strokes along his cock. Fucking hell, you have been waiting for this. You’re so impatient, so obedient, you’re taking more of him than you can handle, tears pricking at your eyes, fuck, you’re so good, so-

He pulls out of your mouth and you whine at the loss of him, breathless, face thoroughly fucked.

“Forgive me,” Secondo says, catching his breath. “I want you to come first.”

Taking your hands, he stands, pulling you up onto your feet. Swiftly, his fingers untie the bathrobe and he pushes it from your shoulders, laying you bare once again before him. He kisses a trail down your exposed neck, sighing deeply when he comes to rest at your collarbone.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says, drawing back to look you in the eyes.

“Please,” you say, voice tinged with need.

“On the bed,” he says, and you scramble onto the bed, watching him as he steps out of his trousers and lowers himself over you, bracing himself on his forearms. Secondo kisses you again. It’s deeper than he’d usually permit, needy, insistent. You wrap your legs around him and he can feel your fingers working on the buttons of his shirt; he gladly helps you discard it. Finally, there’s nothing between you, his chest pressed against yours; Secondo swears he can feel your heartbeat but it may be his own hammering in his chest. He’s aching to be inside you. He needs friction. His cock is leaking precum onto your belly.

Secondo draws back onto his knees, hands spreading your legs, sliding down your thighs. With one hand he slicks his fingers with his own precum, and then guides them to your entrance, pressing against the flesh. You stifle a moan. Hmm, that won’t do. Gently, he pushes a finger into you, eliciting a desperate groan. That’s more like it. Once he’s satisfied you can take it, he adds another finger, working you open, warming you up. You’re a mess underneath him, swearing, rutting up into his fingers. “Please,” you manage. Well, since you asked so nicely. You’ve waited long enough.

Cock in hand, Secondo steadies your legs and slowly, deliberately, presses into you.

“Fuck,” you moan, your head hitting the pillow. Fuck, indeed. You’re so tight around him, such a good, eager hole. At first, he fucks into you lazily, hips rolling against yours in measured, practiced rhythm, but Lucifer he’s been wating for this for so long and you’re squeezing his cock so perfectly and soon he’s taking you, right to the hilt in messy, animalistic strokes. His fingers are digging into your thighs and you’re an absolute state underneath him, hands twisting into the duvet as Secondo fucks you senseless.

“Touch yourself,” he growls. You nod weakly, begin to work yourself. It’s not going to take much, you’re twitching around him already. He’s going to ruin you. He tries to settle into a more regular tempo, but he can’t hold it for long.

“I’m going to come,” you say, breathless.

“Come for me,” he orders, cock pulsing, desperate for release. It’s a good thing you’re close because there’s no chance he’ll last.

“Papa-” and then he feels you tighten around him, gasping as you come, breath ragged. He fucks you through your orgasm before chasing his own release, hips snapping hard against yours as he finishes inside you, pumps you full.

Shakily, he withdraws from you, and sinks down next to you on the bed. He takes your hand and places it on his chest so you can feel his heart thundering.

“Should I go?” you say quietly.

Secondo lifts his head. You’ve heard the routine, then. That he gently encourages his lovers not to get too comfortable after the act. That you shouldn’t expect to stay until morning. And you came anyway. He lets his head drop onto your shoulder.

“No,” he says. “Stay.” “Hmm,” he hears you muse. “Does that mean you’re going to fuck me again? It is my birthday.”

He lifts his head, propping himself up on his side to look at you. It’s not such a bad sight, you tangled in his sheets. He wouldn’t mind making a habit of it. And if he’s setting himself up for a fall, well. Perhaps some things are worth falling for.

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britany1997 · 1 year

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Love your writing it’s amazing. I saw someone do a little headcannon with modernday lost boys and they were toxic can I please have a modernday David x reader where he leaves you on seen everyday but when you take more then a second to respond god forbid it. Thank you <3

Male Manipulator

Thank you🥹 happy to write this for you!

Thank you so much to @iovesia for letting me use her Modern Toxic David headcanon for this! You can read her amazing toxic lost boys blurb here:)

Modern! Toxic! David x GN Reader

(This is gonna be a big deviation from my usual fluff y’all)

Warnings: ANGST, Manipulation, TOXIC toxic David, derogatory language (one use of “attention w****.”), yanking and arm pulling, emotionally abusive behavior, the tiniest hint of implied dub-con at the end, David is NOT NICE in this

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David rolled his eyes as your text notification flashed on his screen. He swiped it away and continued to scroll through tinder. He checked his watch. He was supposed to be at the bar an hour ago for your birthday celebration, but he liked to keep you waiting. Wanting him.

You sighed as you looked down at your phone, leaning against the bar while scrolling through a string of unanswered texts to your boyfriend. Your bestfriend snatched your phone from your hand.

“Hey!” You said.

“I’m turning this off!” Your friend said while pressing the power button, “he’s not coming. You should just enjoy this time with the people who actually care about you! When are you gonna dump that asshole??”

“He’s not an asshole,” you murmured, “if he’s not here I’m sure he’s doing something important! What if he wrecked his motorbike? What if the hospital calls me and I can’t answer because my phone’s off???”

Your friend glared at you.

“Ok ok fine,” you said, surrendering and taking the drink from their outstretched hand.

David stared down at his phone in confusion. He had sent you back a “omw” almost fifteen minutes ago. He scoffed as he got out of his wheelchair and sped off to the bar on his bike.

David strode in, spotting you laughing and chatting with your friends at the bar. You were radiant when you smiled. David hated that everyone at the bar was getting to see you like this. You should only look that good for him.

He stomped over to the bar and grabbed your shoulder, spinning you to face him.

“Davey,” you said, obviously buzzed, “you came! They all said you wouldn’t show but I knew you would.” You told him while gesturing to the group of friends surrounding you.

Your friends looked down sheepishly, terrified of David.

David pressed his lips together into a straight line, “of course I came,” he fumed, “wouldn’t miss my baby’s birthday.”

“You’d just be almost two hours late,” your best friend piped up.

David shot them a look that could freeze over an active volcano, “I would have been here earlier, but my little brother Laddie wasn’t feeling well. I couldn’t just leave him to fend for himself now could I?” He asked

Your friend shot him a look of disbelief, but didn’t say anything else. They knew that if they fought back any more, it would just push you further into his arms.

“C’mon,” David said to you, “we’re leaving.”

“You can’t be serious,” your friend scoffed.

“Do we really have to go?” You asked him. You had been having so much fun.

He glared at you. “Yes. C’mon,” he said grabbing your arm and practically dragging you out of the bar.

Your friends watched with pity in their eyes, no matter how many times they urged you to leave David, you never did. Your rose colored glasses prevented you from seeing him for the monster he truly was.

When you and David arrived at the cave you could tell he was livid. “Why didn’t you answer my text?” He asked you dryly.

“That’s what your upset about?” You asked him, laughing to yourself. “My phone was off! I was trying to enjoy the moment.”

David scoffed and shook his head at you, “liar,” he spit. “Were you texting other guys? Chatting on dating apps?” He accused, “You’re a cheating attention whore.”

You gasped, you had no idea where this was coming from, you had never done anything but love David. “I would never!” You protested, “my phone really was turned off David, I swear!”

He gritted his teeth, “I love you. I am so good to you. I care for you. And this is how you treat me?” Tears were streaming down his face, “how could you do this to me? How could you hurt me like this? Aren’t I enough for you?” He asked you. “Don’t you understand how much I love you? You’re everything to me, but I can’t even get a text back from you?”

He cupped your face in his hands, “you’ll break my heart if you leave. You’re still mine aren’t you?”

Tears started to pour from your own eyes, “I’m sorry David,” you cried, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I love you too I love you so much. I’ll never leave you I promise.”

He wiped tears from his eyes

“I’ll never turn my phone off like that again,” you promised.

He sniffled and nodded in response, pulling you into a tight hug.

You wrapped your arms around him and cried into his chest, ashamed of yourself.

David pulled back a bit, “want to make it up to me baby?” He asked, wiping another tear.

“Yes David,” you answered, “I’ll do anything.”

“You know,” he said sniffling, “your mouth always makes me feel better.”

“Of course,” you said as you sunk to your knees.

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#the lost boys #david lost boys #tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys fic #the lost boys 1987 #modern toxic David #modern lost boys #gn reader

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glystenangel · 2 years

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Kissing in the Dark

SoftDom!Choso x Afab!Reader (Modern AU)

tags/warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, everyone's 21+ in this, alcohol and substance use, praise kink, riding, unprotected sex, lotttttts of kissing, dirty talk, swearing, Choso calls you your highness but sarcastically and pretty girl but not sarcastically, friends to lovers type beat

summary: you go to choso's house party and drunkenly realize that you two make good friends, but have better sex

~4k

thanks for reading and enjoy <3

“Oh my god, she’s finally here!” Nobara engulfed you in a hug as soon as she answered the door.

She smelled of booze and floral shampoo, and you could see that the living room behind her had been loosely decorated with colorful garlands and most of the lights had been switched off. Flashing lights cut through the dimness and music with heavy bass reverberated in your chest, it was so loud you had to almost shout into Nobara’s ear.

“Finally? Yuji said to come around 9 and it’s only 10.” You laughed, squeezing her back.

“What? We’ve been drinking since I got off work at 8.”

“That’s because you just barged in without warning and waving around a bottle of vodka. We were barely set up.” Yuji elbowed her aside, “You’re still like an hour late though, what happened?”

“I’m not gonna lie, I took a nap and lost track of time.” You apologized, trying to subtly peek over his shoulder.

He gave you a knowing stare, “You looking for Choso?”

“No.” The too fast answer made Yuji and Nobara cackle.

“Don’t be like that.” Nobara pinched your cheek, “He’s been asking if you were coming too.”

“Thanks for letting me know, now I can give him shit for it.” You grinned as you imagined the way he would probably roll his eyes and scoff at your teasing, but pull you into a hug all the same.

“I’m surprised he didn’t text you.” Yuji rubbed his chin, “Probably chickened out.”

“You two are so bad, one of you needs to make a move already.” Nobara shook her head, draining the last of her drink.

“Maybe after a few drinks I’ll feel up for it.” You shrugged, part of you liked the cat and mouse game you two had been playing ever since Nobara had invited you to Yuji’s birthday party half a year ago.

“He’s in the kitchen making drinks. Come on, we gotta reup.” Yuji waved you in before closing the door.

As they lead you through the house, you high fived and briefly chatted with the other guests at the party. It was a healthy mix of Choso and Yuji’s friends, along with some people you didn’t recognize and assumed were friends with the pair’s other brothers. It was a relatively huge house for just Choso, Kechizu, Eso, and Yuji, so they liked to throw parties every so often on the weekends. At first, you had been intimidated by Choso’s striking attractiveness and bored attitude, so you had totally avoided him after your initial introduction. Then, some guy named Mahito had smacked your ass on your way out of the bathroom and Choso had immediately gotten up from his seat to knock him out cold with a single punch. Once Eso and Kechizu had carried his limp form out of the house, you decided that the least you could do was ice Choso’s hand with a bag of peas from the fridge and profusely thank him.

“You’re good, I just hate assholes like that.” Choso had casually shrugged, and then he gently added, “Let me know if anyone ever bothers you again. I got you.”

“You like playing bodyguard?” You had teased, though you could feel yourself blushing at his unexpected protectiveness.

He had then sent you a grin that made your heart skip a beat.

“Something like that.”

After that, you had begun to harbor the biggest crush on him. It didn’t help that you had immediately clicked as you conversed over the thawing bag of peas. You definitely developed a soft spot for each other, and you texted him whenever you weren’t at the house or joining the rest of the friend group at a concert or some other fun outing. Nobara was right in that you two had been dancing around the subject of becoming more than friends for a while now. Even in the quiet moments when you two were alone, neither of you ever seemed ready to cross that line.

You finally made it to the kitchen where Megumi and Choso were making small talk as they shared a bowl next to a sizable spread of alcohol, sodas, and juices on the kitchen counter. Your breath caught in your throat from seeing Choso’s tall frame leaned against the stove, his eyelashes fanning down as he inhaled from a glass pipe. His hair was neatly tied up in its signature spiky bundles, and flickers of bright color moved over his handsome face, revealing the dark mark across his nose bridge and the concentrated scrunch of his defined eyebrows as he smoked. Even in the low light, the silver in his ear piercings and the multitude of rings around his fingers gleamed. When he let out an exhale of hazy white vapor, you didn’t miss the way his jaw tensed or how his broad shoulders rolled back afterwards. He was always the perfect picture of composure and strength, with his muscular build and calm disposition. Even in just a grey t-shirt and black distressed jeans you could see how defined his towering figure was, the veins in his arms pronounced and the lean shapes of his muscles vaguely outlined in the fabric.

“Hey.” Megumi waved when he noticed you three entering the kitchen, and you smiled at him.

“Hey guys!”

Choso snapped his head up, passing off the bowl to Megumi and automatically opening his arms to you.

“You made it.”

“Yeah, I heard you were waiting on me. Didn’t wanna break your heart, so I decided to show up.” You looked up at him as he hugged you, beaming when he chuckled and rolled his eyes before meeting your gaze.

“Well, thank you for gracing us with your presence, your highness.”

You loved making eye contact with him, something about the depth in his dark eyes made you feel so safe and created a flood of warmth in your chest.

“And don’t worry, I’d let you break my heart any day.” Choso claimed, crouching down so that his mouth was right by your ear. The admission made your throat go dry.

Then he laughed, pinching your nose and making you let out a confused and irritated, ‘hey!’ before he let you go.

“What do you wanna drink?” He asked, gesturing at the arsenal of liquor available and keeping his eyes on your contemplative face.

“Let’s take a shot!” Nobara yelled, sitting herself onto the white tile of the counter and tugging Megumi and Yuji’s shoulders to her sides.

“Make that two for me, I need to catch up.” You volunteered, holding up a peace sign.

“Atta girl!” Nobara sent you a wink as Choso went over to the stack of empty cups and distributed the shots.

“What is it?” Megumi cringed as he sniffed at his red plastic cup.

“Tequila.” Choso deadpanned, sticking a lime wedge into the rim and jutting his chin towards Megumi’s hand, “Here’s the salt.”

Choso poured a tiny pile of salt onto the back of everyone’s hands and you all clinked cups before Yuji counted down.

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Eventually, you ended up as thoroughly sloshed as everyone else, and you collapsed on the couch next to Choso after dancing for what felt like hours. Yuji, Nobara, and surprisingly Megumi were still at it. The trio were honestly good dancers, and you clapped while watching them groove to the beats until you sank into your seat.

“Hey.” Choso greeted, a small smile on his face.

“Hi.” You returned with an airy wave, curling onto your side to face him as he rested his elbows over his knees.

“You look happy.” He noted, taking a few gulps from the water bottle he nursed in his hands.

He offered it to you once he had his fill, and you gratefully drank some sips.

“I always am when I’m with all of you.” You said simply, feeling the water soothe the edges of your brain that fizzed with alcohol.

You handed the bottle back, and Choso finished it with a sigh.

“You’re gonna give me a toothache.” He gave you a sidelong glance, though his eyes crinkled at the sentiment.

“What? I can’t love my friends?” You punched his arm, and he feigned injury before catching your wrist.

“Sorry, your highness. I didn’t mean to offend.”

“Better not.”

“Or what?” He tilted his head, leaning in close and automatically drawing your eyes to the enticing curve of his cupid’s bow. You could smell the clean scent of his cologne on his skin, and you wondered if he knew how much more beautiful his eyes were up close.

A loud crash from the kitchen startled you from your thoughts, and you could hear a group of guys chanting, “Chug it! Chug it!”

More chants and loud whistles pierced the air as you assumed more alcohol had been successfully guzzled down by one of the partygoers.

“It’s a little loud out here, you wanna hang out in my room?” Choso drew back, gesturing in the general direction of his room.

“Sure!” You breezily replied, following him as he got up.

You ran your hand along the wall as you went through the dark hallway of the house, playing with the shadows that projected on the walls as figures passed by or danced across the living room. You couldn’t wait to be able to sit down again. You often nestled yourself into Choso’s bed when hanging out with him, so you were sure he wouldn’t mind if you snuggled yourself into the blankets once more.

“Finally.” Choso deftly clicked the door open, swinging it aside and sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide. He yawned into his hands before raking them through the loose hairs that framed his face.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his perpetual tiredness as you shut the door, not even bothering to turn on the lights and coming to rest in the space between his legs before intertwining your arms around his neck. If you weren’t still mildly drunk, the nonchalant way he brought his hand up to rub at your forearm would have made you a stuttering mess.

“How are you feeling?” You tipped your head to the side, looking down at him serenely.

He nodded as he peered up at you, his words slightly slurring at the ends.

“Good. Really good, except that-” He abruptly broke himself off, letting out an amused scoff, “Nevermind. I’m good.”

Your eyebrows immediately knitted together with concern, “What? No, what’s wrong?”

He focused on the ground in silence for a moment and then reluctantly swept his gaze back up to you, “Nothing, it’s just that…”

The muffled music from the living room beat into the walls, but Choso’s pause made the pounding of your heart the only thing you could hear. That is, until he considered you with a defeated smile and spoke again.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

At first, you thought you had misheard, but he continued talking and his next statement erased any remaining doubt within you.

“I think about kissing you a lot, actually.” He confessed, breath heavy and his hand delicately stroking past your elbow.

The touch caused a shiver to run through you, but you grounded yourself enough to find your voice, “Yeah? How often?”

“More than I’d care to admit.” The skin underneath the mark on his nose tinted pink, and you found the need to make him stay in such an overwhelmed and embarrassed state irresistible.

“That’s a shame, I like hearing you. I like words.” You crossed your arms behind his neck, and his hands readily moved to wrap around your waist.

He bit at his lip for a minute, trying to steer his line of sight anywhere else instead of at you. His sudden shyness made your heart nearly burst with affection.

“Do you like words too?”

Choso briefly met your eyes, and you could see how blown out his pupils were from just your bodies being pressed so closely together.

He swallowed, and then allowed a single nod of his head.

“Every time I see you I want to kiss you.” You murmured, kissing his cheek to prove your point.

He let out a subdued groan, tightening his hold on you and pulling you closer.

“And kiss you and kiss you and kiss you and fucking kiss you.” You went on, little whines escaping your lips as you trailed kisses along his neck and jawline until his hands trembled.

“God, you’re something else.” His hands slid under your shirt, gripping at your bare skin.

The heat of his motions made you close your eyes, and you felt his hand reach up to grasp the back of your neck and tug you into a fervent kiss.

When your lips touched, the sheer bliss was instant. Every hungry tilt of his head only served to deepen the kiss and your feelings towards him, and the electrifying movement of your mouths made your heart beat excitedly. Each kiss seemed to serve as his replacement for air, and the way Choso roughly groped at your pliant body made you slick with arousal.

Eventually, you both had to break apart to take deep breaths. Your lips were only centimeters apart, though Choso seemed to find that absolutely unacceptable.

“No. Not allowed, sorry.” He ground out, exasperatedly kissing at the corner of your mouth and digging his fingers into your sides.

“Oh? I’m not allowed?” You teased in between more needy and breathless kisses.

“Nope.” Another peck was stolen from your tender lips, and then he stilled as he intently looked into your eyes.

“Unless, you really want to stop…do you want to stop?”

The slight panic and concern in his eyes was so endearing that you gathered the collar of his shirt towards you, bringing your lips together.

“No. Don’t stop.” You begged in a hushed tone, and you could feel the smile on his lips.

You made quick work of each other’s clothing, the alcohol and adrenaline of your confessions fueling the reckless abandonment of every piece of clothing until you were both finally skin to skin. You straddled Choso’s lap, shuddering when the tip of his eager cock brushed against your sensitive clit. When you tried to push down Choso’s chest to sit properly, he sat back up and refused to budge.

“No. Too far.” He asserted, apparently unable to cope with you being outside of kissing distance.

“I’m right here, I promise.” You reassured with a laugh, giving him a peck on the lips as you hovered over his cock.

You nervously studied his boner beneath you, the entire length was bulky and pearlescent droplets of precum adorned the engorged tip as it lightly grazed his lower abs. You could see the blood vessels along the sides pulsating from the feverish anticipation of entering your all too willing pussy.

“Ready?” His question brought you out of your stupor, and you gingerly nodded.

“Please, Choso.”

He firmly placed his hands at your waist, guiding his rigid cock into your slippery entrance. Choso spread apart your folds with little effort, deliberately slowing to give you enough time to adjust and comfortably engulf every girthy inch. The crescent shapes of your nails stung into his shoulders, and you placed your knees against the bed for leverage, mewling at the delicious swell of your walls from his massive size. You lewdly dripped around the base of his cock, and he let out a guttural swear at your drenched state.

“Goddamn.” He carefully swivelled his hips, observing your soaked pussy slicken further and smirking at the whimper that you released from the movement.

“You wanna use my cock to cum? Go ahead.” Choso muttered against your lips, easily heaving your hips up until you absorbed the cue and began bouncing on the veiny ridges of his cock with enthusiasm.

He kept his hands at the arch of your back, depositing heated kisses against your lips as you braced yourself on his shoulders and fucked yourself exactly how you wanted. The fat head of his cock rubbed at your most delectable spots, and you found yourself coming to the edge of orgasm over and over again. Choso attentively caught every filthy sound that you emitted from riding his cock, devouring the pathetic moans and stretching you out until tears dampened your eyelashes.

The pleasure was so dominating that you were no longer able to return his kisses, lustful pants escaping your lips and animalistic instinct taking over the forefront of your mind. Choso didn’t seem to mind, gliding his lips over your neck instead and checking the shifts in your facial expression with an obsessive degree of care. The rocking of your hips had him biting down hard on his jaw, and you were captivated by the obscene whimpers he choked out. You rutted into him with an excited hunger, entering a daze when he hotly moaned against your throat and swore to every God that you felt absolutely amazing.

Choso was known to be a man of few words, so when he started lowly offering more encouragement in your ear you could hardly take it.

“Such a pretty girl. Love how pretty you look sitting on my cock like that.” He whispered, watching you clench around him and the glistening sheen of your precum coating his hardened cock.

You incoherently mumbled a reply, all but lost in the heady sensations and his praise.

“Gonna cum if you keep this up, fuck. So, so good. Squeezing me just right.” Choso let out a strained breath when you constricted around him, and you felt him taking control of your pace. He snapped his hips up to meet yours with solid smacks, and you could feel the slap of his balls hitting right up against where precum was seeping out of the bottom of your slit, incessant whimpers and pleads left you from every desperate rush of his cock.

“How did I get so lucky, hm? God, you are so pretty.” At this point, you were completely mindless and obediently taking every thrust, letting him wildly ram into you and clamping around his incredible thickness. You gasped with delight at his relentless pounding, twitching with wanton pleasure. The swollen head of his cock visibly prodded at your stomach, and your mouth filled with drool as the rest of his sturdy length followed to stroke through your saturated pussy. It felt so good that your toes were curling and your eyes sluggishly glazed over with exhilaration. Of course, Choso noticed.

“Oh, you liked that, pretty girl? Like when I fuck you deep in your pussy like that? I like it too. I love it.” He divulged against your parted lips, so turned on by how dumb you had become from his touch that he had to swallow thickly between phrases.

You dribbled without shame around his unwieldy cock, the wet sounds of your fucking only making it harder for you to not lose control.

“Are you close?” Choso’s voice was soft, but you could hear it edged with pride and a hint of mocking.

You managed to faintly nod, placing your hands over his as they continued directing messy yet powerful slams into your quivering pussy. You weren’t going to last much longer at this rate. Chills pricked into your skin, and you squirmed at the intoxicating gratification forming in your core.

“Good, good. Keep going. I want to see the pretty look on your face when you cum.” He gave you a loving peck behind your ear and then touched his forehead to yours.

When he saw your mouth drop open and your eyebrows pinch together in ecstasy, he maintained his pace until you were frantically jerking around in his lap, overloading from the pleasure tearing through your body and spurting warm streaks of cum onto his waiting cock.

Choso grabbed your throat to crush your lips against his, agitatedly lifting you up and down his dick until you sensed his cum mesh with yours and squish into your satisfied cunt. He finally settled you down to rest on top of his thighs, and you ground steady circles into his hips, relishing the addictive pulse of your orgasm racing through your system.

You clutched at the back of his neck, slotting your tongue into his mouth and seeing sparks whenever his tongue slid over yours. His hands molded around your curves, and when he fell back onto the bed he dragged you down with him.

Though you could feel your climax fading, content hums left you and the joyful pitterpat of your heart from being in Choso’s secure embrace only increased.

When Choso pulled away, the pure adoration in your eyes was apparent as he carefully held your face in his hands. His breathing slowed as he regarded you with the same happiness in his eyes.

“Like what you see?” You cheekily inquired, placing your hands on his muscular chest.

“Sorry, what? I didn’t catch that.” An exhausted smile spread across his face, and he blinked distractedly.

You let out a small laugh, “Choso, you alright?”

“Yeah, I just love you.”

The unexpected declaration hit your heart with precision, and you instantly melted at his honesty.

"Fuck." You timidly buried your head in his chest before raising your head to peek at his handsome visage, “I love you too.”

He chuckled warmly, patting your head and leaning forward to gift an affectionate kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you.” ________________

The next morning you woke up cuddled within Choso’s strong arms and feeling significantly sore.

Before you could register more of your aches, you detected Choso at your back as he nuzzled his chin into the space between your neck and shoulder.

“Good morning, did my girlfriend sleep well?”

You quickly turned to look at him, a beam lighting up your face, “Girlfriend?”

“Yeah. Girlfriend.” He reiterated, reflecting your smile.

You practically pounced on him with an ecstatic kiss, and last night’s events almost repeated themselves, only to be rudely interrupted by erratic knocks at his door.

“Hey!” Nobara yelled out your name authoritatively, adding more impatient knocks and rattling the doorknob for good measure, “We know you’re in there!”

“Yeah! We know you’re in there!” Yuji joined in, his own knuckles rapping against the wood.

The blood drained from your face and you burrowed back into Choso’s arms, making his shoulders shake with poorly contained laughter.

“I’m sorry, I told them to leave you two alone!” Megumi shouted halfheartedly.

“We just wanna know who made the first move! I’ve got $20 on the line here!” Yuji pleaded.

“Go away!” You retorted, attempting to fix your hair.

Choso moved to help you, trying to comb through the mussed locks with his fingers.

“See! I told you! She really is in there, ha!” Nobara bragged, and you slapped a hand over your mouth before glimpsing up at Choso.

“Choso, do something!”

He cupped a palm over the side of his mouth and pointed it towards his bedroom door, “Guys, step away from the door or I’ll make you listen to us fuck!”

“Choso!” You squeaked, but he only donned a shiteating grin when you made a weak attempt to slap him.

“Oh my god!” Yuji and Nobara screamed, and you could practically see Megumi’s worn out face when he sighed.

“I’m leaving.”

“What? Embarrassed?” Choso asked, hauling you closer.

“Yes! Well, no- But you can’t just say that to them!”

“I’m sorry, your highness. Forgive me.” He tried to sound sincere, but you rolled your eyes at the obvious guiltlessness in his smug expression.

“Only if you let me steal one of your hoodies and make me a breakfast burrito.” You raised up your hand in a mock handshake, and he readily grasped it.

“Done.” He bowed his head, bestowing a kiss onto the back of your hand.

“Can I get one too, bro?” Yuji requested from the other side of the doorway.

“Wait, me too!” Nobara chimed in.

“Both of you, fuck off!” ________________

End Notes:

Me 🤝 The failed one night stand trope with Choso

This is for my fellow party girl Chosoheads✊😤

thanks for reading<3

((((((if you liked it, check out my other Choso oneshot here😚)))))

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ihni · 10 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Ooooh, how fun! <3 Thank you! I've gone through my fics and I'm gonna do 5+1, because why not, right? Seems fic approporiate, in a way. So, here goes:

Over the edge, 16K. (Because it's a scenario I've wanted to write for YEARS and I finally did, and I had a blast writing it! Muahaha!) “You’re still on probation. But if you behave this weekend, we might –“ “‘Behave’?” Billy snorted. “I’m not a dog, Henderson. What do you want me to do? Sit? Roll around? Be a good boy?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, making Steve snort beside him. Dustin drew himself up to his very unimpressive height in the back seat, puffing out his chest. “Well you can start by not killing anyone!” “Ki– Jesus Christ, kid, I’m not gonna kill anyone!” “Well you almost killed Steve before –“ Here, Billy glanced over guiltily at Steve, who shook his head slightly as if to say it wasn’t a big deal, “– and you have a history of violence. You can’t fault us for making sure!” “Whatever.” “You promise?” “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Yes, kid, I promise I won’t kill anyone.”

Birthday boy, 8K. (Because I've never had so many people telling me a fic made them cry ... don't worry though, there are happier follow-ups!) Neil gives Max a benevolent nod. “You can go.” Max shoots up from her chair, a big smile on her face. “Really? Thank you, I –“ “You can go to the party, but not the sleepover. I want you home at eleven, at the latest.” Trying not to grimace, Max nods. It’s better than nothing. “And of course, Billy will go with you.” “What?”

At least an assist, 8K. (Because it's an alternate first meeting between our boys, and it was fun to imagine an opposite to a meet-cute - also Billy's tied up for most of it, which is always a plus!) “Dude,” he said, more baffled than angry. “Did you just try to bite me?” “I’ll do worse than that if you untie me,” Hargrove growled, as if making threats from the position he was in was somehow normal. “Yeah, because that makes me want to untie you,” Steve snarked back without thinking. Then he sighed and dragged a hand through his hair. He didn’t sign up for this shit. “Listen, yes this sucks, but it’s only for a couple of hours. Why don’t you just chill?” “I’ve been fucking kidnapped, you fuck! I’m supposed to play the finals right now, not kick back and relax while being fucking tied to a chair!” or Steve's teammates kidnap the opposing team's star player to secure a win in the finals. The star player in question is not impressed.

Fast and Frightening, 20K. (This whole fic was born from a chat about possessed cars, and because both me and DearDMVZ quite agreed that Billy would look very fetching tied to the hood of his Camaro while it's racing through the roads outside of Hawkins at night.) There's some seriously fucked-up shit going on. Billy crashed his car, was attacked by some kind of monster, escaped, ran into someone who looked just like him, punched that guy in the face, escaped again, and ended up on a random road somewhere outside of town. And now his own car has turned against him. In short, Billy's not having a good time.

Sleeping Beauty Retold, 8K. (Because I went to town on a fairytale AU and I really fucking like it, still.) Once upon a time, there was an evil king. The king married a woman who had magic, and used her to stay young and strong. To attain true immortality, though, he would have to sacrifice their child on the child's eighteenth birthday. Only, the queen thwarted the king's plans - she stoles the child away in the middle of the night and sent him away, to be raised far from the castle, so that he would be safe. The king never stopped looking. And one day, the child - who had grown up into a young man - was found.

Again and again and again and again, 4K. (Bonus fic, because if I'd had time I would have written 80K of this, I love the concept a LOT. Basically the boys being stuck in a time loop together.) It is Sunday, November 4th 1984, and it’s been Sunday, November 4th 1984 like, fifty-two times now. Fifty-four? Over fifty, at least. Billy’s lost count, which is depressing in itself.

#ihni writes #fic rec #yeah i'm reccing my own fics #thanks for this it was fun!#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington

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catamano · 7 months

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6:47am - Georgia

By the time my alarm finally goes off, I’ve already been awake for at least an hour. I didn’t sleep very well last night, I think I woke up twice. I roll over to grab my phone, which has somehow made it to the floor. I guess it’s time to actually get up. I shake off my blanket and sit up, my alarm still blaring. I lean down and grab my phone, silencing the alarm with the button on the side. 6:47am, ew, at least it’s almost Friday. Sixteen texts, all from my math class group chat. My teacher posted the grades last night. I guess I was asleep or at the game. What’s the website again? I might as well check my grade now. Power something. Before I can think of it, I remember there’s an app.

“Peach? Are you up?” I hear my dad ask, followed by a knock.

“Yeah,” I respond, yawning. Username… What did Mom make it? This was my first test of the year, so I’ve never actually logged in before. I’m sure she sent it to me.

“There’s no hot water this morning,” Dad tells me.

“That’s fine, I showered last night,” I reply. As soon as I got home, I showered and passed out. Our game went on forever, we barely won in the third set. Coach gave me about a five minute in the second set break before she threw me back in. At least my shoulder doesn’t hurt this morning. I turn to my left, giving it a slight stretch. Just kidding.

“Breakfast in twenty,” he informs me. I don’t say anything in response. I hear him knocking at Lucy’s door, relaying to her the same thing he told me.

I find the username and password in my texts with Mom. The username is just my name and the password is her usual password to everything. 1122050407010119. It looks like a random assortment of numbers, but it’s actually all of our birthdays strung together. I type them both into the app and wait for it to load. I think I did okay on the test. Math isn’t my strongest class this year. The home screen pops up and I press on my math class. I have a C? 72/100 on the test. Shit. That’s three points away from failing.My school doesn’t do D’s, so anything under a 70 is counted as an F.

There’s another knock on the door, quieter this time, I’m guessing it’s Mom. “Good morning, love, are you awake?” she asks.

“Yeah, I’m awake.” I stand up, leaving my phone on my bed. I can’t believe I got a C. I’ve never gotten a C. At least it’s only the first test.

“Can I come in?” Ugh. Not now.

“I’m getting dressed.” I still need to figure out what I’m going to wear today. There’s no game, which means I don’t have to dress up. Thank god. I’m too tired to think of an outfit.

“I can wait,” she says.

“What do you want?” I ask her, slightly annoyed. I open my closet and see clothes everywhere. I really need to do laundry.

“I want to talk to you about something,” she replies.

“Dad already told me about the shower.”

“It’s not about the shower.” What does she want? There’s no way it’s about my test. She and Dad stopped checking my grades years ago.

“Okay. You can’t talk to me about it later?” I quickly change into a t-shirt and my last clean pair of jeans. Black on black, nice. My jeans feel a little loose, so I grab the only black belt off my shelf. It’s actually Mom’s belt, she let me borrow it months ago. I forgot it was still in here. Should I even wear this? Whatever, it’s fine. Mom’s expensive belt it is.

“Are you upset?” I just got up five minutes ago. What does she need at seven in the morning?

“No, just tired,” I sigh, dragging a brush through my tangled hair. If the grades are up, that means we’re definitely getting our tests back today. Great. I can’t wait to see how bad I did.

“Did you sleep okay?” I roll my eyes. Really, Mom? I don’t feel like having a conversation through the door.

“Just come in.”

The door opens and in steps Mom. She seems to be in a good mood this morning. Can’t relate.

“Hi,” she greets softly. I don’t turn around.

“What?” I bluntly reply. I’m staring at her through the mirror.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine,” I lie, “I’m just tired.” If I tell Mom that I did bad on my test, she’s just going to tell me it’s okay. It’s normal to fail sometimes, love. That’s not what I want to hear right now.

“Georgia-”

“What do you want, Mom?” I interrupt. I wish she’d leave me alone.

“What’s wrong?” She’s standing behind me, watching me with concerned eyes.

“You had something you wanted to talk to me about,” I remind her.

“That can wait. What’s bothering you?”

“Seriously? You came in here to tell me something and now you’re not gonna tell me?” I’m frustrated now.

“I’ll tell you after you tell me what’s bothering you,” she says. She reaches for my shoulder, I pull away.

“I already told you. Nothing,” I lie for the second time. I know she doesn’t believe me, but I don’t care. Mom lies, I can too.

She frowns, clearly not satisfied by my answer. “We both know that’s not true.”

“So now you’re calling me a liar?” I retort.

“Georgia-”

I cut her off again, “Tell me or get out.”

She doesn’t respond. I know she’s not going tell me whatever she wanted to say. Whatever. I’m not surprised. Not telling me things seems to be her favorite thing to do these days.

“I’ll leave you alone,” she finally says, “Breakfast will be ready soon, okay?”

“Dad already told me.”

“Okay, I’ll see you downstairs,” she pauses, “I love you.” Her eyes meet mine for a second before I quickly look away.

Mom stands there for a few more seconds before quietly leaving. I return to my phone, maybe I read the grade wrong. I log in again and wait for it to load. Wrong password, dang it. I always forget the order. I try the password for the second time and it lets me in. Algebra 2, C-. Nope, didn’t read it wrong, I still have a C. Great. Maybe Ms. Stevens will let me do corrections or extra credit or something. I don’t know. I’ve never gotten a grade this low before.

#this is a redo of a post I did over a year ago #one more redo coming.... sometime #then I guess I continue #who knows #sm #the sims 4 #georgia #charlotte #georgia pov #somethingmore

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la-undercover-latina · 7 months

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Proposal- Armin Arlert

Summary: Same reader as Impatient Nester. But now we’re getting to see how our little blonde hottie did his proposal

Taglist: @arlerts-angel @arlertwitch @callm3senpaii @humanitys-strongest-bamf @postwarlevi @leviismybby

A/N this fic is for my boo @arlerts-angel whose birthday is today 🎊🎉

Flowers… Picnic basket… Blanket… Champagne… Sangria… Dinner… The young man ran through the list in his head for seemingly the millionth time.

“Relax Armin. You’ve got everything planned down to the minute. She’s gonna say yes. You guys have been dating for over 8 years,” Jean put a hand on his shoulder. The poor man was sweating bullets.

“But what if I forget an important thing, and I don’t realize it until I’m on my knee,”

“You’ve got the ring in your pocket, right?” Jean asked, a knowing look in his light brown eyes.

“Of course!”

“Well that’s all that matters. You’ve got the picnic setup already loaded in your car. And the ring is in your pocket. We all have our cards. They all sent me a picture of them holding it,” What Jean didn’t say was that he forced them to send a picture of them holding it, since he knew Armin would be so high strung and worried about this proposal not going the way he wanted.

“Thanks Jean. So I’ll text Y/N and tell her to go hang with the girls while we get the picnic spot set up,”

Jean texted the group chat that Armin used to set this up.

‘It’s a go,’

At the same time, Armin texted Y/N.

‘Hey princess, I sent you some money. Go out with the girls and spoil yourself,’

‘Minnie, you didn’t have to do that!’

‘Yes I did. Now go have fun. I’ve got to get some stuff done, but I’ll see you later!’

“I’ll go get the flower petals. Just head to the spot and I’ll meet you there,” Jean told him before grabbing his jacket and keys.

Armin sped to the spot that he picked out to propose, his excitement making him almost vibrate in his seat.

About an hour later, Armin had the canopy set up and was getting the pillows and blankets all spread out.

“Flower petals, as promised,” Jean smiled and was amazed that Armin got this all done in an hour.

‘Who am I kidding? Dude is a boy genius,’ he thought and placed the wicker basket in the corner.

“Thanks man,”

‘ETA to start: 45 minutes,’ Mikasa sent.

“It’s really happening,” Armin swallowed and felt his palms sweat, earning a large hand going to the top of his head and ruffling his hair.

“You’ll be fine,” Jean reassured.

“Okay so we’ve got nails, hair, makeup, clothes, shoes, and new bags. I think that’s everything,” Historia laughed, dropping her bags as they found an empty spot in the mall’s food court.

“We needed this,” Mikasa stretched out, an audible pop coming from her.

“Dear god! Was that your hip?” Y/N asked and Mikasa laughed.

“Nope. My knee. I may have pushed it too hard at the gym last night,” She turned to look at Sasha, who came to the table, a huge sub in her hands.

“When did Subway subs get so big?” Historia asked with a giggle.

“Recently apparently. The damn app didn’t tell me that they had a new sub size out,”

“How big even is that?”

“16 inches,” a bead of drool came down the corner of Sasha’s lips.

“Wait, you have the Subway app on your phone?” Historia asked, her fork of fried rice paused in midair.

“Of course I do! You really think I’m going to miss the chance for free food?”

“Good point. Hey when you’re done eating, we’ve got one last surprise for you,” Mikasa smiled at Y/N. There was nobody in the world she could think of better suited to Armin than her.

After about twenty minutes of small conversation and finishing their food until they all felt like they needed to be rolled back to their cars, Mikasa pulled out the envelope from Armin.

“What’s this?” Y/N asked before delicately opening the letter.

“That last surprise,” Mikasa answered simply, catching Historia out of the corner of her eye sending a text to Armin to let him know that the plan was now in motion.

‘My Princess. I know you’re probably thinking this is weird. But I promise it will all be worth it. The first step is to go to the place where you decided to give me my first chance. Love your Prince Charming,’

“What the hell are you waiting for, go!” Historia laughed and shooed their friend away.

The concept of the card was easy. This led her to a Cheesecake Factory.

Inside, waiting by the bar, Y/N saw a familiar buzz cut.

“Connie?” Y/N asked as she approached.

“Hey! What’s up? What are you doing here?” He asked and Y/N chuckled, holding up the card that Mikasa gave her.

“Ah, so we’re only at the second stop I see,” Connie reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out another card, identical to the first one. The only difference was that this one had a delicate 2 written on the front, making her turn over the first card. An equally delicate 1 was written on the front.

As Y/N’s dark eyes moved to meet Connie’s she saw a single long stemmed Peony in his hand.

“Read the card,” he told her with a smile.

‘See, I knew you could get to the second card Princess. Speaking of the nickname Princess. For your next card, go to the place where you first became my princess,’

“Go on Y/N, don’t keep the poor guy waiting,” Connie then turned to the bartender.

“Hey, can I close out my tab?” Connie asked and Y/N raised a brow. Connie came to the Cheesecake Factory just to give this card.

“Reiner… Bertoldt.. What are you guys doing here?” You asked, pulling up to the dog park.

On that day, you’d been dog sitting for your parents while they went on vacation. It was after three dates with Armin. And surrounded by dogs, he asked you to be his girlfriend and you’d said yes.

“Here to let my baby girl get some energy out,” Reiner looked off into the distance to see his six month old Rottweiler puppy now running full speed back to them, her bright pink ball firmly in her mouth.

Once the puppy caught Y/N’s smell, she’d changed course and was now barreling towards Y/N, stopping right at her feet for attention.

“Hey Stella girl,” Y/N knelt down and scratched Stella behind her ears, at the spot that got her back leg moving and a dopey smile to come across her face.

It was then that Y/N looked up to see Reiner holding a card.

“Who else is in on this?” Y/N demanded and Reiner chuckled.

“You know Armin better than any of us, what do you think?”

“So everyone,” Y/N chuckled, still keeping her scratches behind Stella’s ear as Bertoldt gave her the next envelope.

In the time it took Y/N to open the envelope, Stella had realized that her attention had stopped and she nudged Y/N’s arm, which she obliged.

‘I knew seeing Stella would bring that smile to your lips that I love seeing. For your next clue, you have to go to the spot where I got to hear your beautiful name from your lips for the first time. Don’t worry Princess, you’re almost to me. Come get me,’

“Off I go. See you guys later. Bye Stella Bella,” Y/N pressed a kiss to Stella’s head and the puppy smothered her in kisses, making the guys laugh.

The next clue brought her to the high school, where she saw Hange in their convertible, a letter between their fingers and a smirk on their lips as they saw Y/N’s car pull up.

“Sorry I don’t have much distractions. I didn’t get the choice to be with Reiner and that adorable puppy of his,”

“That’s alright Hange. Where is it?” Y/N asked, a smile on her lips and a giddy feeling in her chest at the thought of almost getting to Armin and to see what made him do this scavenger hunt.

‘Princess, I’m so proud of you. I know you’re probably just wanting to be next to me. I pinky promise you’re almost there. The next place you need to get to is the place where I finally got to see what your lips tasted like for the first time,’

“Good luck Y/N. Wrap it before you tap it!” Hange called while Y/N turned on her car again, making Y/N shake her head and her eyes read over the words again.

“Don’t worry Minnie. I’m getting there as fast as I can,” Y/N whispered and made her way to the semi secluded beach.

That day, Armin was so nervous. But the presence of the ocean and sand seemed to give him a boost (look at our Scorpio boy getting a boost from the ocean) of confidence that he needed to pull Y/N into one of the best kisses she’d ever had.

She parked her car, making sure to lock it as she walked the rest of the way to the beach, slipping off her flats and carrying them in a hand while the other shielded her eyes from the sun.

Once she got through the clearing, she could see two tall brunettes. One of them stood taller though.

“Jean? Marco?” Y/N asked as the guys turned to look at her.

“Hey. Wanna dip your toes in with us?” Marco asked with a beaming smile on his freckled face.

“Yeah that actually sounds amazing,” the trio walked down to where the ocean met the sand, where the smell of seawater mixed with earth in one of the most calming smells that Y/N and Armin both loved.

“Got this for ya,” Jean pulled out another card. Wordlessly, Y/N grabbed the envelope and opened it, to see her boyfriend’s handwriting.

‘Princess. You’re almost there. One more envelope after this and then I get to hold you in my arms. For this one, it’s gonna be really easy. On a hot day like this one, what is our go to, aside from where you’re already standing?’

“Thanks guys. What is he even planning?” Y/N asked, and Jean rose an eyebrow at her but it was Marco who beat Jean to speaking first.

“Now why do you think we’d do that to Armin. You’re almost there,” Marco reassured her with a hand on her shoulder and Y/N turned to get back to her car.

“I’m almost there Minnie. Just a little longer, according to these,”

Next was an ice cream shop that Armin had found on a random sweltering July afternoon.

On the hood of his car, Eren sat with a dish of frozen yogurt. Y/N pulled to the spot next to his car.

“You’ve got the last card?”

“What makes you think that? What if I just wanted fro-yo on a hot day,” he asked teasingly while jumping down from the hood to reach into his front seat and grab the card.

“Last one,” he smiled before handing you the card.

‘Alright Princess. This is your last card. All you have to do now is go to the place where our minds were at peace. I’ll see you soon.’

Eren held out a bouquet of peonies.

“One last Armin surprise. Now what are you waiting for? Move your ass!” Eren practically shoved her back to her car.

She looked at the card once more and set it down next to the bouquet, before putting her car into drive and once those tires touched the open road, she put the pedal to the floor. There was nothing more that she wanted besides being able to pull her boyfriend into her arms and kiss him until one of you passes out from no air.

Her tires hit loose gravel and it made her smile deepen as she knew she was getting close to the spot.

Throwing her car into park as soon as a familiar Acura TLX parked, and a brilliant smile came over her face. Knowing that her boyfriend was within steps of her.

Hearing his hopefully soon to be fiancée’s car come closer made his large palms start to sweat profusely. Anxiously, he tried to quickly wipe them on his dark jeans. He did NOT need sweaty palms right now.

“Armin? Minnie?” Y/N called, coming through the clearing of trees to see the beautiful set up. It looked like Armin had ripped it straight out of a storybook.

“Armin, did you do all this?” You asked incredulously. The canopy looked like it had been there for nothing shy of a century. The way the ivy crawled up the side and a honeysuckle bush surrounded it on all sides. The only interruption in the bush being the steps to the canopy.

“The canopy was already here. Guess we should’ve gone through the trees like you wanted when we came during finals,” Armin gave a delicate smile for the love of his life as she ascended the few steps to be next to him. He pulled you in for a deep embrace before pulling you in for a kiss just as deep, dipping you, causing your leg to kick out. When he brought you up, your face was dusted with a blush.

“So what’s the special occasion?” You asked, never having gone on a scavenger hunt with your friends before.

“I wanted to make this date special. And make you work for it,” he winked and chuckled while a giggle slipped through your lips.

“Well you succeeded. And none of our friends let the beans spill, so spill it,” You playfully demanded with a huge grin on your lips.

“Now why would I do that?” Armin chuckled with a smirk on his pink lips.

‘Little shit’ you thought as he grasped your hand and led you to an area that had fabric blocking off one area from the rest of the gazebo. This was where Armin had a mouthwatering array of foods.

“Marleyan ice cream? Mr. Arlert, are you trying to seduce me?” You asked teasingly. At least until Armin looked at you with dead earnestness in his oceanic eyes.

“Yes,” he didn’t realize he spoke the words until your faint blush from earlier turned into crimson flames on your cheeks.

“I had Reiner bring it back with him when he went to go visit his family,” Armin rubbed the back of his neck, making you smile and reach for his hand that was grasping at his neck.

“I’m glad you did. Should we eat? I’d hate for the food to go bad,” you gave him a gentle smile and that’s all he needed to go through with his plan.

“Sangria my love?” He asked, taking the chilled bottle out of the cooler he brought with him.

“Of course!” Armin grabbed two glasses from the picnic basket, and dropping a few ice cubes from the cold insulated bag.

Two insulated bags, wine, a picnic basket, plus all the decorations for the gazebo.

“That was the reason. For the scavenger hunt. It was to give you time to get this set up. Did you do this by yourself Minnie?”

“Yeah. It wasn’t hard. Probably the hardest but was getting the fabric set up to where it still looked romantic but would still stay up,” he started to ramble, so you grasped either side of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. One that made him shut up, not think for a second, and then all of his senses kicked into overdrive. His hand moved down to the curve of your hip and his skilled fingers massaged the areas they crossed, earning a moan to leave your lips.

“Wait, I need to do something, before I have no blood to my brain,” Armin broke away regretfully, from where you sat, breathing heavy.

Armin grabbed his jacket from one of the chairs, and then walked back to you, kneeling before you and popping open the ring box.

“Y/N, we’ve been together since freshman year of high school. And I’ve loved every minute of it, and I want to know what it’ll be like taking that next step with you. Will you do the honor of making me the happiest man on the planet and saying yes to being Mrs. Arlert?” He spoke, his heart pounding so hard against his chest that he was afraid he would miss the answer he’s been waiting for.

You couldn’t speak, tears brimming your eyes and so you had one other way of communicating your answer, you nodded furiously.

Once words finally came back to you, you cried out “yes, yes, a million times yes,” Now that Armin heard the words, he lifted you, spinning you in a circle before bringing his lips back to yours again in another kiss.

It was then that you heard whooping from the other side of the gazebo. Peeking through the fabric, you saw all of your friends before Sasha came barreling through the fabric and pulling you into a hug. Jean, Eren, and Mikasa pulled Armin in for a hug. After Sasha finally let you go out of her hug, you finally got a look at the ring. It was a rose gold band with the stones intertwined together. Opal and Citrine were interwoven with the band.

“Let’s see it!” Hange yelled, running in to see what the ring looked like. Nobody would confide in them anymore.

“You ruin one surprise office Christmas Party,”

“Hange, it was a surprise party for Levi,” Armin reminded them and Hange put up a hand in dismissal.

“Anyway Levi hates surprises. So I just spared all of you guys from having to deal with Levi being a cranky old grandpa,”

“What was that Hange?” Levi asked before giving a nod to Armin.

“Congratulations Arlert,” he gave the ever smallest upturn to his lips before he focused back on Hange.

“I am not a cranky grandpa,” he snapped back and then you looked over at Armin who had just reached out to grasp your left hand that was now and forever never be bare.

#aot #attack on titan #snk #armin arlert #levi ackerman #snk armin #armin aot #proposal

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my prince | ksj

pairing: seokjin x male!reader

genre: fluff, bit of angst if you squint

warnings: implied homophobia

word count: 1.2k

‘’nooo, stay a little longer” seokjin whined, his arms wrapping around your torso as you tried to stand up from the bed. “ i have to go love. the ball is going to start soon so someone is going to come searching for you. “ you said, your hand finding its way in his hair, playing with the ends and trying to detangle it “ i know…” he pouted while closing his eyes

“ i’m so tired of us hiding. why can't we just go and tell everyone we’re together ?” he mutters “ i wanna go on dates with you and dance with you at every ball and hold you close every chance i get without being scared of anyone seeing us” slowly opening his eyes, seokjin looks up at your face, sadness visible in his brown eyes.

you sigh and lay back down next to him, your hand caressing his face “i know, i want that too darling, but…“ your breath gets stuck in your throat “you’re supposed to marry a beautiful princess, and have kids so they can take your place on the throne one day” you said, trying to mask your sadness with a fake smile.

he frowns and grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers together “but i don't want a princess. i want you. i need you” he said, a comforting smile making its way on his face. before you can react you feel the corners of your mouth turning up and heat engulfing your cheeks.

him and his damn contagious smile. his eyes sparkle at the sight of your smile and he presses a soft kiss on your lips “i love you my prince” he whispers “i love you too darling, but i need to get going” you chuckle. he whines before actually letting you go, snuggling back in the blankets that still smell like you while watching you pack your things and put your shoes on.

you give him one last kiss and a promise that you’ll see him tonight before leaving through the secret tunnel in his room, that he hid behind a small and moving bookshelf.

arriving home after sneaking through the forest to the village, you quickly greet your family before going to your room and changing into something more formal, doing your hair and putting on a bit of make-up. what ? just because he won't be able to stay with you doesn't mean he won't see you.

you put on your boots and the necklace that seokjin got for you for your birthday, jogging downstairs to join your parents and sister at the door. you watch the beautiful light-up castle as you approach it again, memories of your first time meeting seokjin flowing in your mind.

you were walking through the forest last year when you came across a guy reading. when he looked shocked at you after you commented on the book, you quickly apologized for disturbing him and explained that you’ve read the book already and couldn't stop yourself.

you spent a few hours chatting and getting to know each other better, only to promise that you’re going to see each other the next day. after a few months of meeting every day, you managed to catch feelings and finally confessed - you've been together for almost 3 months and you couldn't be more in love.

entering the big gates, you gazed at your mom, who was fixing your sister's dress and hair. your mom always wanted to be a royal, so when she heard about the prince marring, she went on about how your sister would be the perfect match.

you take a second to gaze around the ballroom as you enter, the whole village was there, along with some princesses and their family. you look around a little more until your eyes met his, the intense stare of his golden brown eyes making your cheeks heat up. his eyes widen with recognition and a smirk catches on his face as the looks you up and down.

you quickly look away and jog over to catch up with your parents who were looking for the table with your family name on it. the whole ball was boring, talking to the other families and listening to your parents brag about your younger sister - that until the dance time finally came.

the prince - seokjin - was going to dance with some girls for a few minutes, getting to know them better before dancing one final time with the girl that he was going to choose to be his wife. your breath hitched in your throat at that through.

is this the day you're going to lose the love of your life ? you knew what you were getting into when you accepted to be his boyfriend, having to watch him get married, but not to you. you watched as he lastly came to pick up your sister for their dance, his gaze hardening when he saw the sad expression on your face.

your eyes followed them as they got up and walked to the centre of the dance floor, their short dance filled with smiles and laughter. seeing as the small break before the last dance started, you let yourself zone out, looking down so you won't see your sister's smile anymore.

a few minutes pass by and you hear the music start again, signalling the final dance. you take a deep breath, trying to stop yourself from crying when the spotlights hit your table. someone holding out their gloved hand is accompanied by gasps and whispers. you lift your head and stare shocked at the bright smiling face in front of you.

"may i have this dance my prince ?" seokjin says smirking. before you can register, you lift your slightly shaking hand and put it over his warm one. he bends down and presses a soft kiss on the back of your palm before yanking you up and towards the dance floor.

you don't dare to look at anyone else, your gaze fixed on his back. he turns around, pulls you to his chest and starts dancing with you "w-what are you doing? everyone is watching. what about your parents-"you stutter, your eyes wandering around the ballroom.

he presses your bodies closer, his soft voice interrupting yours "I don't care what my parents say. I've always been told I have to find someone to love, someone who would love me back and who I want to spend the rest of my life with" he smiles, and with a nod of his head the music turns to a low volume, low enough for everyone to hear what he's saying.

like everyone else in the room, you gasp when you see him kneel on one knee and pull out a small box. "my love, you make me the happiest I've ever been. from the moment I met you, my life changed completely. you've shown me what love it's like and how is it to be loved. you've loved me without knowing who I was, and you didn't care when you found out. so, will you make me yet again the happiest man alive and marry me?" he smiles, the same warm smile that always makes the butterflies in your stomach dance around. tears flow on your cheeks like waterfalls as you nod your head aggressively, throwing yourself in his hands after he slides the ring on your finger

''you're an idiot" you mumble. he giggles and kisses the side of your head, his warm hands tracing thoughtless patterns on your back ''your idiot, my love''

#bts imagines #bts one shot #bts x male reader #bts jin #jin x reader #jin x male reader #jin x male!reader #jin #kim seokjin

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