#please keep your heads up and lets wait for him 💓

[luvingjeanie]

Hi!

i wanted to ask if u can do smut hc’s with gwi nam?

I really love your writing💓

Have a nice day/ night

YESYESYES I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS REQUEST

i think how he is fully depends on if you guys are together properly so i’ll do separate hc’s for both <3

warnings: probably ooc!gwi-nam for the relationship hc’s but let me live pls i need him

♡ not together/just hooking up

♡ loves receiving, but hardly ever gives.

♡ he’s not a generous lover at all, he uses you, takes what he wants, what he needs, looks you up and down with a smug grin.

♡ “y’good?” he’d ask, half-assed and uncaring, clearly only asking out of common decency rather than actual concern.

♡ and then he’d tuck himself into his trousers and leave, maybe giving your ass a quick, cocky fondle, as if he owned you before telling you the next time and place

♡ it was routine, honestly

♡ he never went to your place and you never went to his, he didn’t want to fuck you on a bed, that was too intimate. it would make it seem like he actually liked you, which he doesn’t much, aside from liking your tits and mouth, he doesn’t really give a shit about you.

♡ you’d absolutely fuck everywhere else, though, the construction site, locker rooms if they weren’t being used, your car if you have one

♡ usually the construction site though, before or after school when he needs his fix, he’d grab you, acting all sweet, and a little smug, pretending like he cared about your day before bending you over a work bench left behind by some construction workers and slutting you the fuck out

♡ he loves you bent over, he doesn’t give a fuck about seeing your face but he wants to see your ass bounce against his hips with each of his thrusts, sloppy, almost rutting like a dog in heat

♡ if his cock wasn’t so big, and if his hand wasn’t languidly playing with your clit, it probably wouldn’t feel so good, as his thrusts, his pace, each snap of his hips were for him, to make him feel good, not you.

♡ speaking of his cock, he’s big. and he’s so unbelievably cocky and smug about it, he knows it hurts just a little bit when he bullies into your cunt and he loves it.

♡ “shit, y’tight as fuck-“

♡ he knows it hurts your jaw when you suck him off, he’ll look down at you half-lidded with mock sympathy, one hand behind his head, one guiding your head,

♡ “can’t take it, huh?”

♡ “m’ i too big f’you? you fuckin’ love it though, yeah?”

♡ no pet names, no baby, nothing like that, maybe your name when he cums down your throat or in your pussy, but that’s about it

♡ again, he can’t have you thinking he actually likes you, now can he?

♡ he’s not entirely cruel though, he’s aware he needs to give you a reason to keep coming back, so purely for his benefit, he’ll fuck you with his fingers

♡ he sits you on a windowsill, a desk, a wall, anywhere, and steps in between your parted legs, exposed by your school skirt

♡ capturing your lips in a sloppy, wet kiss, which was more so just a clash of tongue and teeth, he’ll tug your panties to the side, gathering your slick onto two thick, long fingers before fucking them up into you, using his thumb to slowly play at your clit, so languid he almost seems bored as he does so

♡ once you cum, he’ll once again be a cocky little shit, tell you to open up and lick his fingers clean

♡ he loves making you all dirty and messy

♡ overall, bro does nawt gaf about you, but he loves fucking you

♡ relationship!

♡ i personally think he has to really actually like you to date you, i don’t really agree with the hc’s that he’s a player and just dates random girls😭

♡ like, a relationship means spending time with someone, talking to them, tolerating them, and he’s not gonna do that unless he likes you, and i mean REALLY likes you

♡ and with liking you, comes actually wanting to please you, he wants to make you feel good too

♡ of course, he’s still a hormonal high schooler, he loves the sight of you all pretty on your knees for him, pretty lips puckered and a mouth full of cock

♡ he won’t fuck your throat, but he’ll buck his hips when he gets close, tugging the makeshift ponytail he pulled your hair into, letting out choked groans and curses instead.

♡ “atta girl, fuck-“

♡ “gonna make me cum, baby?”

♡ and he will absolutely return the favour, he became a bit of a munch when you both started getting intimate

♡ he likes you, a lot, but he’s not always convinced you like him as much as he does you, so he feels an aching urge to make you feel good, poor guy treats you so fuckin’ good just to be sure you won’t leave

♡ lets you sit on his face, dives down between your legs, however his girl wants it

♡ he’s a teasing fuck, painstakingly slow and casual with his licks and touches until your whining gets the best of him, then he starts fucking feasting

♡ fondling and gripping at your thighs as he sucks your clit, releasing it with a small ‘pop’ before kitten licking, quick and almost brutal

♡ slides his fingers into you as he continues devouring you like a man starved, wanting you to feel as much as possible, as good as he can manage to make you feel, mumbling low and deep about how fucking good you taste against your clit before diving in for more

♡ “pretty pussys all mine, yeah?”

♡ “y’ taste so good, doll, like fuckin’ honey-“

♡ and when he finally fucks you? it’s so unbelievably good, you’re honestly not sure it can get better

♡ as i’ve said, i’m a believer that in a relationship he just wants to please, he needs to take care of you, he doesn’t want you doing any work, well, not most of it at least.

♡ he’s usually on top, fucking his thick cock into you slowly, his head falling forward whilst muttering a choked ‘fuck’

♡ he’s never slow for long, as much as he loves you, he needs your pussy too fuckin’ bad to be all patient and gentle

♡ your first few times, he lets you adjust, telling you how good you are, oh fuck, you’re taking him all so well, but after about the fourth time and he knows you can take it? he’s fucking you hard

♡ short, quick thrusts, his hips snapping against yours harshly, only removing a few inches, maybe one or two, before he’s buried into you to the hilt again, filling you up deliciously

♡ this is self indulgent of me but i love to think of him propping up your hips with a pillow or two, angling you perfectly so that each time he fucks up into you he can see himself in your stomach

♡ selfishly reminding himself of how fuckin’ huge he is, stroking his own ego as he fucks you

♡ “see that, dollie? fuck- fuckin’ look and see-“

♡ “nice n’ deep, doll, yeah? feels good?”

♡ “tell me how good it feels? fuck- please?”

♡ this dude absolutely begs you to tell him how good he’s doing, even if he frames it in a way that makes it seem like a demand, he really just has to know he’s actually doing a good job

♡ the odd time you’re on top, he’s fucking up into you, meeting your little bounces, hands gripping at your waist, mouth on your tits, groaning against your soft flesh

♡ he loves taking care of you, seeing you under him, but he loves watching your tits bounce too, big or small he’s a fuckin’ pervert and doesn’t care.

♡ when he cums, it’s a fucking lot to, your tits are fully fucking covered, and when you get on the pill? it’s dripping out, and he just stares

♡ seeing himself spill out of you is almost enough to make him hard all over again.

♡ he’s a dirty, lewd pervert for you, but he loves makin’ you feel good too.

[stanpinesdykewife]

Helloo!! So I love love love all of your work you have do on AO3 so much I'm so happy I found you on tumbler! Your writing is absolutely beautiful. I was wondering if you could maybe do a short fluff piece going off of speed dating and easy? Something where reader has had a hard day and isn't up for spicy time and just wants to be taken care of? Just something soft and sweet please and thank yooouuu! 💓🫶🏻💓

hiii!!! giggling at your super sweet compliments thank you so so much! i love the speed dating universe so even though this was sitting half-baked in my drafts for a while this was really nice to write!!! thanks so much for waiting, i hope you like this! under the cut:

boring stan/reader (gender-neutral) pre/during/post-canon/unspecified fluff, 800 words (bonus: sfw bedtime stan headcanons)

You're in bed, lying on your side, Stan's whole body pressed against yours when you finally squirm away from his lips on your shoulder. He stops, his hand stilling on your waist where he'd bunched up your shirt to touch your bare skin. You're clenching your eyes shut, embarrassed, as a beat of silence passes.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Stan asks from behind you, his voice hesitant. He starts to slide his hand off your waist when you grab it, keeping it there. Stan stops again, but this time sounds confused when he starts, “Uh, did I—”

“No. You didn't do anything, sorry, I'm just…” You struggle to find the words for a second. Another tense pause passes, unusual, even eerie in your normally lively company with Stan. Finally, you sigh. “I'm really tired.”

You hesitate for another moment before tugging Stan's hand over your waist, further underneath your shirt to the bare skin of your stomach. Stan goes along with it, like he always does, just letting you move his arm and press his palm flat to your body. The touch draws another deep sigh from you.

“Tough day, huh?” Stan says, any heat gone from his voice to make room for something softer. He glides his thumb over your stomach and you relax as his breath fans over your shoulder. He's kind of awkward with the emotional stuff, and maybe a little put out by you wriggling away from him a moment ago. You are, too. But Stan's voice is still kind when he offers, “You wanna… I dunno. Talk about it? Vent?”

“I think I just need to lay here,” you mutter, unmoving. Stan hums behind you, idly tracing light arches into your skin.

Then he pulls away, shuffling backwards away from your body towards his (mutually agreed-upon, unspoken) side of the bed. Your brows furrow and you turn to look over your shoulder as Stan gets comfortable on his back. He sighs when his head hits the pillow, then catches your eye. There's a little pink to his cheeks when he opens his arms.

“C'mon, let's get you comfortable,” Stan grumbles, though his eyes are warm. You brighten, just a little, and quickly roll over to lay your chest on his. Stan's big arms come around you as you hug him, pressing your cheek to his collarbone and slinging one leg over his. Once you settle down, the two of you are thoroughly tangled up in each other in a way you can only describe as cozy.

“This is nice,” you sigh, nosing at the base of his neck before letting your head lay comfortably on his shoulder. Stan rubs his hand over your spine, making you melt into him. You yawn.

“Am I boring you?” Stan says, grin in his voice. You laugh through the tail end of your yawn, shaking your head.

“If anything, I'm boring you,” you say, but Stan tuts and cuts you off before you can say anything else.

“None o’ that. I didn't have the energy anyway,” he says, nonchalant. You lean upwards slightly to raise a brow at him, glancing pointedly at the tent in his boxers. Stan grabs the side of your head and shoves you back into his chest, making you laugh. “Ignore that.” 

“I love you,” you say, because it feels like the right thing to say. Stan freezes. You pause, your smile dropping. Was that the first time you've ever said that? “Um… You don't have to—”

“Love you, too, sweetheart—Uh, honey. Honey sweet… sugar. Sugar sweet, syrup baby—bird. Baby bird,” Stan rambles, his voice becoming more strained with every word. You laugh out loud again as he continues, stumbling over the nicknames, “Honey ball, uh, balls—Sugar balls. Candy pie.”

“Sugar balls!” you cackle, trying to shove yourself up again. But Stan tightens his grip on you, one arm pinning you down by your back and the other coming around to keep your head still on his chest as you kick your feet. “Haha, Stan! Let me up, I'm suffocating, I'm dying—”

“I'll see you in the afterlife,” Stan says sagely, then rolls over to pin you under his full weight. You're still laughing, and Stan starts to laugh with you, even as he play-fights his hand over your mouth to get you to stop. You peek up at him, giddiness growing in your chest at the violent flush on his face, the shy fondness in his smile.

You chuckle into his hand and lick his palm, making Stan yelp and rip it away, and you take advantage to wriggle out from under him and shove him onto his side.

You'll get back to cuddling in a few minutes. For now, you're gonna wrestle and laugh and let the person you love make you feel better.

sfw bedtime stan headcanons:

stan loves staying in bed all day when he has someone to do it with, especially since he rarely has off-days between work and the portal and post-canon sailing with ford

he is touch-starveddd and loves laying there doing nothing but cuddling or rolling around or wrestling or... you know... giggles

he doesn't do it often because he does believe in eating food and watching television. but when he does, he's there ALL day

he's gross he has crumbs in his bed you can't look me in the eyes and say he doesn't

i feel like during canon it would be reasonable for him to have developed insomnia... but post-canon i think he'd love sleeping in with VERY specific circumstances. his brother is out solo-exploring for a day, the twins are at a sleepover and don't need breakfast, stan isn't expected to visit the shack? he's sleeping for 20 hours straight

even if he doesn't sleep in i feel like if his partner had the day off or even worked from home and hung out in their room all day stan would absolutely be glued to the mattress

maybe these hcs feel out of character to me just a little bit but consider: you wake up to big beefy arms tugging you closer by your waist and a LOUD ass cozy snore from above your head

giggling about morning breath and trying to push stan off the bed to guzzle some mouthwash

he's embarrassed at first because he has to take his dentures out in front of you and pop em back in in the morning it's a whole thing, but eventually he gets comfortable enough that you're allowed to make the cleaning solution for him at bedtime and offer the glass for him to put the dentures in

sorry if the dentures thing threw anyone off because for a few seconds there it threw me off erm but i'm nothing if not determined to establish my alpha position as old man lover no matter what.

ANYWAY. this list got away from me a little bit

final bed hc stan is not used to sharing a bed with another person he hogs the blankets. as in he'll literally wake you up in the middle of the night because he'll be sleeping and roll over and take all the blankets with him and you will never get to have them again without tugging so hard. he has no idea he does this until you offhandedly mention it months into dating

[baekhyunsbestie]

⟢ angsty breakup w baekhyun req by @mayamore 🥹 u will b paying for the heartache i am experiencing, sweetheart 💘💓💖💗💞

the rain pours in relentless sheets, drenching you to the bone, turning your clothes into a second skin, heavy and clinging. but the chill doesn’t touch you—not when baekhyun is kneeling before you, fingers curled into the fabric of your coat like a drowning man grasping for solid ground. his grip is desperate, white-knuckled, as if sheer force alone could keep you tethered to him. as if holding on tight enough might rewrite the inevitable.

“please, sweetheart,” his voice is a ruin, frayed at the edges, trembling under the weight of something far greater than desperation. “please don’t do this. we can fix this. i can fix this. just… don’t go.”

his words crack, raw and uneven, splintering under the weight of the storm. the rain drowns them, but you still feel each one, sharp and jagged, embedding itself deep in your chest like shrapnel. you can’t look at him—god, you can’t, not when every broken syllable is tearing through you, unraveling you from the inside out.

your breath shudders, and you squeeze your eyes shut, as if that could somehow hold back the ache clawing up your throat, the grief pressing down on your ribs like a vice.

it’s always like this. baekhyun reaching for you when it’s already too late, his love crashing over you in waves—overwhelming, all-consuming—but never in time. and you, forever stranded on the other side of the glass, fingertips pressed against something you can never quite touch. always waiting for him to catch up. always waiting for something that never fully arrives.

every fight, every misstep, every unspoken word. every night spent inches apart in the same bed, close enough to feel his warmth but too far to bridge the distance between you.

it all leads here.

you love him. god, you love him with everything in you, so much it threatens to hollow you out completely.

but love has never been the problem.

it’s everything else.

“baekhyun…” his name slips from your lips, barely more than a whisper, fragile and splintered, like glass on the verge of shattering. you force yourself to look at him and the sight nearly guts you.

his eyes, rimmed red, swim with unshed tears, rain tracing sorrowful paths down his cheeks. he shakes his head, disbelief bleeding into devastation, fingers tightening around your wrists like he can tether you to him, like he can stop you from slipping through his grasp if he just holds on a little harder.

“you always run,” his voice cracks, unraveling mid-sentence. “you always run before we can figure it out. why won’t you just let me fight for us?”

his words hit like a fist to your ribs, knocking the breath from your lungs.

“because i’m tired,” you whisper, the confession heavier than the storm pressing down on you. “i’m so tired of fighting to be understood.”

his breath hitches, but you push forward, the truth clawing its way free. “we always miss each other, baekhyun. you never say what you mean until it’s too late, and i don’t know how to keep waiting for you to catch up to me.”

something in his expression crumbles, a fissure splitting through his hope, but you can’t take it back now. not when your heart's already breaking.

“don’t do this,” he pleads between kisses, his voice a raw, desperate thing, muffled against the damp fabric of your clothes. “don’t walk away from us. from me. i can be better. please—just let me try to be better.”

his tears seep into your clothing, warm against your rain-chilled skin, each drop a quiet devastation. his fingers dig into your hips, gripping like a man clutching at the edges of a dream, terrified of waking up to find you gone.

then his lips drift lower, tracing ghost-like over your knuckles before he takes your hands in his, pressing trembling kisses to each finger, like he’s memorizing the shape of them, the taste of you—like if he can just hold on long enough, you won’t slip through his grasp.

“i love you,” he murmurs between each press of his lips, the words falling from him in quiet, fervent prayers. over and over, like a mantra, like a promise he wishes he could keep.

his hands cup yours, shaking, pressing your palms against his rain-slicked cheeks as he breathes you in. and when you don’t pull away, a broken sob escapes him, raw and wrecked.

his forehead falls to the backs of your hands, his breath hitching as he confesses, “i don’t know how to do this without you.”

then, softer, more shattered than before—“i love you.”

and that’s the cruelest part—because you love him too. love him so much it feels like your ribs are collapsing under the weight of it, like your heart is caving in on itself, crushing you from the inside out. love him so much that walking away is the hardest thing you’ll ever do.

before your resolve can slip through your fingers, you kneel, hands trembling as they find his rain-slicked face, cupping his cheeks with a gentleness that contradicts the devastation between you. your thumbs brush over tear-streaked skin, tracing the remnants of sorrow that have carved their way down his face.

and when you look at him—really look at him—you see everything. every memory, every piece of your history together flickering across his expression like a reel of film unraveling in real time. the good, the bad, the beautifully unbearable. midnight drives with the windows down, laughter tangled in the wind. soft-spoken “i love you’s” against the curve of his neck, whispered like secrets meant only for the dark. the fights that shook the walls, the slammed doors, the apologies that never quite healed the wounds. the way he held you like you were something sacred, the way he’s holding you now—like he doesn’t know how to let go.

his lashes cling together, dark and heavy with rain, his eyes searching yours like they might still find salvation there. and for a moment, you let yourself memorize him—every warmth, every tremor, the way he leans into your touch like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.

like if he can just stay in this moment a little longer, he won’t have to face the next one.

“i love you too, baek,” you whisper, and his breath catches, his eyes flickering with something fragile—hope. desperate, pleading, aching hope.

but then you press a kiss to his forehead, lingering just long enough for him to understand.

“always,” you murmur, a final vow, a quiet farewell.

and just like that, the hope in his gaze fractures. crumbles.

because he knows.

this isn’t a pause. this isn’t a fight you’ll resolve tomorrow or next week.

this is the end.

you pull away, and this time, he doesn’t stop you. doesn’t beg, doesn’t reach for you. his hands fall away, limp in his lap, his head bowing forward as a sob tears from his throat.

you turn before you can second guess yourself, before you can fall apart completely.

and as you walk away, as the rain drowns out the sound of his grief, you wonder if you’ll ever stop loving him.

but you already know the answer.

pt. 2

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ more baekhyun angst plssssss

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* masterlist ° ᡣ𐭩 . 

[w2soneshots]

Confess -W2S

words: 1.1k+

warnings: angst, alcohol consumption, hospital, injury, car accident, worrying.

summary: when you fall in love with your best friend you struggle to keep your feelings at bay then Harry gets into an accident and it changes everything.

notes: hello my loves! Here is the request🫶🏼. This is like nothing I’ve ever written before so I hope you enjoy🤭💓

Tonight I'm going to a club with the boys and the side girls for a night out. It was Freya's last minute idea since we haven't been with each other as a group in so long. I was slightly nervous since I knew Harry was going to be there. I've had a crush on him since last year. There wasn't a specific moment that I realised but when I found myself constantly thinking about him and his big blue eyes I knew there was a problem.

I tried to convince myself that I didn't like him but eventually I accepted that I had a crush on one of my best friends. We've grown apart the past year due to me not wanting to be within two feet of him, worried that I'll do something I'll regret.

I invited Faith round to my apartment for pre drinks. Once she arrived I poured us both a drink and turned the music on. She helped me figure out what I was going to wear then after a few finishing touches we left. When we arrived outside of the club I took a deep breath. "You alright?" Faith asked with furrowed brows. "Mhm." I hummed then hopped out of the uber.

Thankfully Harry hadn't arrived yet so I got myself a drink. When I made my way back to the table I noticed that in the five minutes I'd been gone Harry and Freezy had arrived. It felt so weird to be nervous around him, we've been friends for so long and I've always felt so... safe when I'm with him. "Hey! y/n, how've you been?" Freezy asked. I smiled politely. "Great thanks." I sat down next to Talia.

After almost an hour of avoiding Harry I left to use the toilet. "Wait!" I turned around swiftly, just as I was about to open the bathroom door. Harry stood before me. I started to panic. I've never felt so strange in my life. Why do I feel like I'm going to explode. "I just- are you ok?" He asked. I looked to the floor. "I'm fine." I replied, swiftly pushing myself into the bathroom.

I took a deep breath once the door closed. "What the fuck is wrong with me?! I need fresh air." I thought. I made my way outside after freshening up and I let the cool air wash over my body. "I can't continue like this. I need to talk to Harry." I told myself. But first I need to get a little more drunk. When I returned to the table Talia began asking me where I'd been. I told her I wasn't feeling great so went to get some fresh air. She didn't look like she fully believed me but she let it go.

Later in the night once I was extremely drunk I decided it was time to talk to Harry. I took a deep breath then walked over to the bar where he stood next to Ethan. I tapped him gently on the shoulder. "Can I talk to you?" I asked him softly. He nodded quickly. I led him outside. "Ok so-" my words slowly cut out as he stepped towards me, so close I could smell the mixture of cologne and alcohol lingering on his body. "Can I kiss you y/n?" He asked. My breath hitched. I leaned closer. "Yes. Please." I whispered. Slowly his lips touched mine and everything finally felt complete.

After that night I didn't hear a word from him. I was upset but assumed that he didn't remember since we were so drunk or that he thought it was a mistake. But I couldn't stop thinking about that kiss. It was sweet but desperate. Slow yet fast. Soft yet rough. I tried desperately to forget and move on but I just couldn't.

Almost two weeks after that night I was headed to my car after a long day at work when I got a call from Freezy. "Hello?" I answered, confused. "y/n, hi. Um- Harry's in the hospital." He told me quickly. My eyes widened. "I- what- Is he ok?!" I frantically ran towards my car. "He's ok but he's asking for you." "Me?" I stopped as I opened the car door. "Yes. Are you on your way?" He asked. "Mhm. I'll be there in ten."

When I arrived outside of the hospital I quickly parked then practically jumped out of the car. I made my way towards the reception desk and gave Harry's name. The woman nodded politely then showed me to his room. "Just in there." She said sweetly. I smiled lightly. "Thank you." She walked away and I stared nervously at the closed door. I took a long, deep breath. "He's fine. Everything's fine." I attempted to silently reassure myself. Before I could contemplate any more I pushed the door open.

Harry sat on a hospital bed with a few machines hooked up to him and a large bruise on his forehead. My mouth dropped open. "Oh my fucking god! I thought Cal said you were fine!" I rushed towards him. "I am." He reassured quietly. "You're clearly not! What the fuck happened?" "I- I was hit by a car." He looked into my eyes. A look of complete shock graced my features. "Hit by a car?!" "Uh, yeah. It was only a bump but I fell and knocked my head on the pavement. I think I passed out, it's all kind of a blur." My eyes fluttered closed. "Why am I here Harry?" I asked, eyes still shut.

It was silent for a second before he finally spoke. "Because I- I realised that if I had been really hurt today I would've regretted not telling you that... that I- I love you y/n." My eyes shot open. "You what?" My voice came out much quieter than I expected. "I love you. I've loved you for years. And I haven't stopped thinking about you since that kiss." "You remember?" "How could I not?" He pushed himself from the hospital bed. "Why- why didn't you say anything? No call, no text, nothing." I stepped back. "Because I thought you didn't remember." He replied.

I sighed, looking down at my feet. "I love you too." I whispered, barely believing that I was saying those words out loud. A tear slipped down my cheek. I wasn't sure if it was because I was nervous, stressed or happy but I didn't have time to think before I felt two strong arms wrap around my figure. I burst into floods of tears as I clung onto him. "I was so worried." I squeaked out. "I'm sorry." He whispered. I pulled away slowly with a sniffle. "I'm glad you're okay." "Me too because if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to do this." He placed his hand on the top of my back as our lips connected for the second (but definitely not last) time.

[pearlescentparade]

Subspace x reader smut for the poor please

Probably just the two getting themselves drunk and decide to get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 in a random alleyway idk :sobs:

i dont feel too comfortable writing drunk sex #ilikemysexsober, so i'm toning it down to being 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎 as in a little touchy!! you better not mind!

blame it on the alcohol ✦ suggestive subspace x reader💓

today, one of the projects that subspace and you have been laboring over got the green light to be manufactured.

"we've done well, my assistant! another advancement in the name of blackrock, hahahah!!" subspace's pride is evident as he boasts, his enthusiasm echoing throughout the laboratory. on a chair nearby, you sit contently and nod.

"it was so worth all the sleepless nights and explosions... we totally deserve a reward!" bones in your back and joints make satisfying cracks as you stretch in the chair.

subspace stops his raving, turning to look at you from over his shoulder. "a reward? what, like a raise? don't be silly! it's not some achievement to throw a party for, it's our duty and obligation as blackrock's geniuses!!" he stomps over to you, furrowing his eyebrows in offense. "have you forgotten where you're working?!"

but you only roll your eyes, accustomed to his capricious behavior. "just because it's in the job description doesn't mean we can't pat ourselves on the back for it, tripmine! how does 8 pm at that new bar sound? it's on me~"

the scientist crosses his arms defiantly, "absolutely not!! there are more projects that our superiors are waiting on us for, we have no time to fool around—!" you narrow your eyes, time to bring out the big guns if you want to convince subspace to go drinking with you. huffing, you feign disappointment, "booo, you're no fun.. i suppose i'll go by my lonesome, without my suupperrr coool, and handsome, and intelligent superiorr to watch over mee... (subspace perks up when you say this) and let some random nobody pick me up and take me home... sighh.."

out of the corner of your eye, you can see subspace's eye twitch. it's working. "..stop whining! if you really want company that bad, i'll send a biograft with you!!"

"as amaaaaziiiing as they are, biografts can't drink or keep good conversation!" this is it. you turn to subspace and lean in close, sustaining eye contact with him. "...pleaase, subspace? it has to be you.."

his crystal casts a bright pink light on even you from how bright it's glowing. it's confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt: you've nailed in his coffin.

"wh.. fine!!! i'll go!! ..only this once!!!" with a flushed face, he jerks his head to the right where you can only see his eyepatch. you lean back, smiling with satisfaction at the sight of the subspace tripmine giving into from being slightly buttered up. "it's a date, then! see ya!" you get up from the chair and cheerfully skip out of the laboratory, leaving subspace to grumble at your audacity by himself.

come 8pm, you're barely pulling up to the agreed location to find him already there. a leg is propped on the wall, while he stares at one of his crystals idly floating in his palm. innocently, you ask, "did i keep you waiting?" he only grunts in response, "why yes, you did!! i'll have you know my time is incredibly precious and not to be waste—ack!" not wanting to listen to his spiel, you wordlessly drag him into the bar.

upon entering, you're immediately hit with the buzz of constant chatter and of course, the smell of alcohol. it's a tad crowded considering it's a friday evening. every other inphernal is likely celebrating something too, you think. maybe it's something big, like getting a promotion. or maybe it's something small, like simply getting through another week. whatever it is, they're here to get lit for it.

you weave through the demons and lead subspace to a pair of stools in front of the bartender's counter. as you settle onto the velvet of the cushion, the bartender approaches with a glass in hand. "what can i get for you?" "a daiquiri, please." they nod, then pivot to subspace. "and for you, sir?" he scrunches his face at the menu for a second, carefully scrutinizing his options. you promptly pipe up, "just get him a sea breeze and put it on my tab, thank you!"

within a few moments of taking your orders, the bartender returns with your cocktails.

"cheers." you hold your daiquiri to subspace. when he doesn't raise his glass to yours, you raise an expectant eyebrow. after a pause, he stiffly taps your drink. even the clinking of the glass sounds unsure. all you do is shake your head and exhale with exasperation.

"you're so tense, loosen up! do blackrockians really not celebrate things ever?" the sweet taste of the daiquiri is pleasantly tart paired with the rum as you sip it.

"tch, blackrock has high standards for their demons!! we can't afford to lose our edge when the inpherno looks to us for our high-quality technology! if there is even a tiny mistake..." subspace stares at the ice cubes in his sea breeze, aimlessly swirling them about. he looks almost skeptical about it. "and besides, i can't even taste the alcohol! so there's no point!!"

you're almost done with your drink. "you can still feel the effects, can't you? i'd kill to be able to get drunk without having to taste the liquor..." sighing, you down the rest of the cocktail. "in any case, we aren't blackrock's top geniuses right now. we're idiots at some bar! you'd look weeeird if you didn't drink.." when the bartender comes around, you order another daiquiri, requesting it stronger.

subspace's reflection in the red drink glares back at him. just as you open your mouth to chastise him some more, he mutters under his breath and takes a long swig of his drink. by the time he sets the sea breeze back down, there's a blush painted over his cheeks that's so prominent you could see it peeking over his gas mask. "..there!! happy??" the scowl he directs towards you isn't very effective when paired with his flushed face.

you grin triumphantly, "very."

after a couple rounds of drinks, the both of you are hammered as hell. boisterous, cackling, and burning up. your head is buzzing, and the lights of the bar seem especially bright now.

"and—hic—ya wanna know what they did??? they—" in the midst of your story-telling, the wild gestures you make with your hands knock over subspace's drink and spill it over his clothes. "oh shit-! sooorry 'bout thatt... here, lemme uh.."

scrambling, you quickly nab some napkins and wipe down the alcohol on subspace. a lot of it spilled on his thighs and lap, and you don't notice how his breath hitches as you casually rub him. that is, until his arm shoots out and harshly grips your wrist and he starts to drag you outside. you're still clueless as he rounds the corner and forces you onto the wall of a dark alleyway.

when he releases your wrist, your other hand shoots to clutch it and soothe the ache. "oww- it.. hic.. it wass only a drink! ye don need t' be s- ah!" you're cut off mid-sentence by the feeling of one of subspace's hands feeling up your shirt, and the other down your pants stroking your thighs. they're cold as they trail up and down on your warm skin, and you shiver from the sensation. damn, if you knew spilling subspace's drink on him would lead to this, you would've done it way sooner. "ohh.." a high whine escapes from you.

"ya knew what y'were doin.. naughty- naughty lil assistant~!!" his claw-like fingers cup your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "this—hic—'s what ya wanted, isn't it-?!!" well you didn't exactly expect your boss to fondle you when you took him out to drink, but it's not unwelcome! as his hand explores your soft inner thigh, you squeeze them together and sandwich it. his hand on your upper region gropes your chest. "yes- please, keep touching me...", the plead comes out as a soft whisper. your head is swimming, dizzy with arousal.

then, subspace leans into the crook of your neck and sinks his top teeth into your skin, sharp enough to draw blood. you twitch and shudder beneath him, biting your lips as your eyes fight tears. after, he laps at it with his tongue. the texture is rough on your flesh due to the rot, similar to a cat's. meanwhile, his hand working underneath your pants discovers how wet you are when it grazes your soaked underwear.

"my, how dirty-!! is my slutty assistant neeeeedy fer mee??" too horny out of your mind, you feverishly nod as you pant out white puffs of steam from your hot breath. "aww, that's tooooo bad~!!" suddenly, he withdraws his hands from underneath your clothes, leaving you to groan at the loss of contact. though he's no longer touching you, your desperate body clings on to the memory of his hands on you. when you go to protest, he brings a finger to your lips to shush you. "con—hic—consider this asss yeer punishment!! now y'll think again 'fore ya try n' tempt the great subspace, hahaha~!!!" frustrated, you roll your eyes as he maniacally cackles at his 'victory' over you.

"whaaateeverrr... am callin' a cab back home!" stupid boss, blue-balling you after getting you all excited!

the next morning, you meet up with subspace in his laboratory (after downing a few gallons of water and snacking on some crackers to attempt to cure the hangover). though he tries to pretends like nothing happened last night, he freezes up when you randomly muse,

"drunk actions are sober thoughts, subspace t. mine."

(parade postscript: sorry the suggestive part is so short, i needed to cut it off before it got too steamy teehee man it's so awkward when im switching to subspace's wiki to look at his dialogue and make sure i'm writing him in-character and i'm forced to look at how he actually looks like hes so dumb looking i love him)

[theplutodeity]

hii!! could you write anything fluff related with rengoku?? thank you so much in advance! 💓

of course! thank you for the request!! ❤️ Apologies for taking so long!! 🙏

Umai..? — UMAI!!

Rengoku x Reader — Fluff

SUMMARY: in which you finally get some time to eat a meal with an old friend of yours.

WORD COUNT: 2.3K

It was a slow day today, mainly because you didn’t have a mission today. It was weird, in all honesty. You often were out completing more missions than the average slayer per day, and suddenly you don’t have a single mission? Huffing, you scratch your head in irritation of what’s possibly going on, seriously: you might hate demons or whatever, but you don’t hate money.

The day itself wasn’t that bad, the sun was shining and birds all around were having a delightful conversation: except for maybe one or two, they seemed to be having an argument… Kasugai crows, they’re either a blessing or a curse to your life. Which reminded you of something, these crows don’t take as long as the normal messenger pigeon, getting messages around asap. You looked to where your own crow was perched, clicking your tongue a few times to grab their attention. Noticing your dire need for them, they flew over and huffed, similarly to how you did so earlier. 

“Do you think we could head over to the Rengoku Estate?” You asked, scratching the underside of their chin. The crow hummed before waiting for you to continue on. “Perhaps I could send a letter?” You suggested once more, to which the bird happily nodded towards. 

A letter… That couldn’t be too hard to write! You weren’t often on the giving side of letters, more often on the receiving side. Mashing up words onto a piece of paper wasn’t really something you had time for, anyway.

You notice that there’s a nearby inn, as you were on a walk with nothing to do earlier, and quickly entered it. Thankfully it was one that was slayer-inclusive, quickly thanking the innkeeper, you settle down and get to writing. You wondered why your left arm kept throbbing, though. You recall hitting it during a fight but never paid too much attention to it due to the urge to keep fighting throughout the past few days. Shrugging, you kept thinking, what to write?

To the Rengoku Family— Already a bit odd. You knew of Kyojurou’s father and his changes, you didn’t really want to include him in this.

Dear Kyojurou— A bit personal? First names were taken seriously, what if Shinjuro or Kyojurou’s adorable little brother opened the letter, instead? They’d jump into conclusions, especially that drunkard. He had nothing much to do, you suppose. Dead wife, dead life. 

You mentally slapped yourself for that, shaking your head. You quietly muttered an apology to Kyojurou’s mother, before continuing your letter.

To the Rengoku siblings— Inclusive to the ones you liked. Nothing personal and nothing that included the drunkard. You continued on.

To the Rengoku siblings, 

I hope this letter finds you in good health, It’s been a while since we’ve all met together, and I’d like to propose a meeting for us to greet and talk as it’ll be nice seeing you both. 

If Kyojurou is off on a mission, I am still more than happy to spend time with Senjurou, you both are enjoyable to be around after all. 

Please don’t rush your decision, and let me know within two days whether you’d like to accept or decline my arrival. 

Live long, (Full name).

You placed a harsh dot at the end, cringing at how oddly worded it was, but at the same time you gave barely more than half a fuck about how to write letters properly. Clicking your tongue, like you did before, your bird hopped over to collect your rolled up letter: placing it into it’s small carrier under their neck. You gave the bird a small peck on the head, storing wisteria in their locket as you changed it out weekly, just to make sure they stayed safe.

Demons would do anything for more information on slayers.

The crow bid you farewell, returning the peck to your hand, softly given. Stretching, you took the clothes the old woman gave you earlier and changed into it, your arm still bothering you. You debated on asking for a doctor, but decided you’ll ask tomorrow or see one in town. 

After a hearty meal and a few hours of leg exercises, you decide to tuck yourself into bed, expecting your bird to come back the next morning. After all, you were far out. However, a knock at your room’s door caught your attention, blinking a few times: your heart began to race. 

It wasn’t uncommon for a demon to knock to seem friendly, before attacking the person inside of their room. It was apart of their game. They were natural hunters. You gulped, standing up and trying to listen for any abnormal sounds, grabbing your nichirin sword and holding it tight. You slammed the door open—

Just to be met by a terrified doctor’s face.

You sighed in relief, the doctor realizing that they may have scared you and apologizing. Apparently it’s normal for these type of inns to get doctors to check slayers within the first day of rest. So, you allowed for the doctor to look you over, deciding you might as well mention the issue with your left arm. Turns out, it was fractured due to the previous demon. You cursed them out mentally, demons always caused you inconveniences, more than humans themselves…

Suddenly, tapping on the window was heard. You whipped your head around, almost knocking down the doctor. You were met with the sight of your crow back so soon, a new letter in their carrier. You could tell, as there was the Rengoku signature stamped onto the edge of the paper. 

You pardoned yourself from your checkup, your doctor just muttering something about overly rash slayers. But excused you, telling that all you need was some medicine that he’ll give in the morning, and leaving. Most likely fed up by you.

You didn’t care though.

“Hi there buddy, what’d you get for me, hm? Did you convince the Rengoku siblings to let me come with those beady eyes of yours for me? Hmm?” You cooed at the bird, petting them as you opened the small carrier on their collar. You carefully opened the letter, and proceeded to read.

To my dearest, (Name),

It’s most definitely a pleasure to hear from you after multiple long months! The Rengoku Estate would be delighted to have you come here after so long, so please meet soon! If possible, tomorrow! Senjurou has mentioned you many times in your absence, however he is a bit busy with the butterfly sisters in assisting some people! If it doesn’t clash with any of your upcoming missions, may you stay for a day or two? 

Your best buddy,

Kyojurou Rengoku.

P.S. I’ve fed Funimobu and added much more wisteria to his stock! I’m sure he’s still full, if not, then that crow surely is like us! Haha! 

You found yourself smiling at his letter, laying back down on your bed on the floor. You grinned to yourself, you were finally meeting Kyojurou Rengoku after so long, and he’s invited you to stay over at his home. 

You looked to where your bird was, and to no surprise: he was fast asleep.

You decided to do the same, you had a big journey tomorrow.

You had woken up early, as planned, and were happily on your way to the estate. You didn’t exactly grow up in the Rengoku Estate, but you did visit often which was because your families were well acquainted due to your ancestor’s friendship, or that’s what you were told. You partially didn’t believe it, friendships couldn’t last that long. However, it filled in the gap of why your families were so close. So you never bothered too much about it.

It took a couple of hours to travel to the estate, and god were you exhausted. But you still haven’t received a new mission, which began to concern you even further. Why has there been a lack of missions? Has something happened to the master? Did all demons suddenly disappear?

You really couldn’t put your finger on it, there was a lingering feeling in your stomach that there was something wrong.

However, all those feelings went away as soon as the sight of the Rengoku estate washed over your sight, your breath having been taken away by the nostalgia of the estate. It really did feel like it’s been a long time.

Staring at the shoji doors, you knocked harshly onto the wood. Before proceeding to yell:

“Excuse me! Are any of the Rengokus inside? It’s (full name)!”

You could already hear footsteps halfway through your yelling, no doubt your partially deaf friend rushing to open the entrance and see you. He was good at being quiet, having years of practice, so it was obvious he was being loud on purpose to let you know he was the one opening the door. 

That, or you’ve memorised their footsteps and you’re just bargaining with yourself.

In contrast to the man’s loud footsteps, the entrance to the estate softly opened. You (raise/lower) your head, your eyes meeting with bright and curious colours. Kyojurou Rengoku’s eyes. You grin, Kyojurou quickly matching your joy. 

“(First name)! You’re just on time! I’ve finally mastered the perfect bento box combination!” Kyojurou exclaimed, he sounded loud to others: but to him? He sounded as if he was speaking normally. He was hard of hearing due to a demon that had a certain blood demon art that almost turned him deaf. Hence, his loud tone.

However, you didn’t mind.

You never minded when it came to Kyojurou. He was a pure soul.

“Really? Perfect, I was getting hungry!” You matched Kyojurou’s enthusiasm, his volume too. He heard you perfectly and smiled even wider, his smile similar to an owl's general expression. It brought you warmth.

“Very good! It is wonderful to see your hunger hasn’t died down, (Name)! It truly satiates my worries, we have not seen each other for a good amount of time, that is true, no?” Kyojurou started a conversation immediately, allowing you to follow him throughout his home. Senjurou’s sweeping was unheard of, as his presence was absent. 

“That’s true. It eases me to see you doing so well, Kyojurou! You haven’t changed a bit.” You smiled, seeing the skin on his face somehow untouched. Yours, however, had a few scabs and scars. Your body too. However, it never bothered you too much. You knew it would happen.

“Hahaha! I’m glad my unchanging form relaxes you. You can sit outside, I’ve set up a mat for us to sit and eat on!” Kyojurou stopped near the kitchen, letting you take a step in front of him so he could easily pat your lower back. Encouraging you to go to the back porch. 

Nodding, you did as he told you to. Opening the shoji doors that led outside, being met with the sight of a well decorated area. There was a mat, a tea set, wooden circles built to keep any hot dishes on top of it, and two cushions set for the both of you. Smiling, you set your shoes aside and carefully sat down, fixing your (skirt/pants) so you looked a bit presentable despite your tired body begging you to just not care.

You stared at his garden, the flowers and trees as strong and youthful as they seemed back when you were a child. You heard shuffling, sometimes you could barely hear people talk— for reasons you were unsure of— but you could pick up on little noises or faraway conversations easily. 

Kyojurou sat down next to you, his legs tucked under his body in a respectful manner. Having set down the dishes, he looked at you.

“I hope you still enjoy (favorite (sweet) dish), I put my entire soul into making it for you!” Kyojurou exclaimed, scooting the plate near you.

Your heart swelled as soon as you saw it. 

It’s been so long since you’ve eaten (dish), due to your consistent travels and missions and the lack of energy to even search for a shop that made that food after a mission. 

“Kyojurou…” Your voice wavered, smiling even wider.

“Eat up, (Name)!” He pets your head, his calloused hands standing out to you. He offered you chopsticks and let you eat at your own pace, the man himself eating heartily but not chewing loudly. 

However, that signature ‘UMAI!’ Of his could very easily heard. After all, he was literally shouting.

That didn’t really bother you though. That odd feeling earlier was washed away, thanks to him. And also thanks to the dish he made, you knew this took a long time to make, after all: he was awful at cooking dishes unless he kept trying a specific recipe over a hundred times. 

Your eyes softened at your food, then at him.

“Do you think the wind tries to tell us things that are important, but we’ve outgrown the language it uses for us to understand, (Name)?” Kyojurou asked out of the blue, his mouth full of food.

“I just want you to stop saying stupid shit, Kyojurou…” Sighing, you gobbled up the food he made. His voice continued to fill the silence. Eventually, he began asking— repeatedly— if you were going to stay the night, to which you reassured him— again, repeatedly— that yes, you were going to stay and see Senjurou the next day. However, he just kept asking every few minutes “Are you sure?” Just to pull an irritated reaction out of you.

Once you did, he laughed with all his might, even with you telling him it wasn’t even funny. 

The day stretched out, your laughs and giggles harmonising with Kyojurou’s bellowing laughs and comments. You really did miss this. And god, you were glad to have him near you. 

[httpsdana]

please, can you write a fic angst to comfort with gavi with 24 prompt list?? 💓

Crumbled Sweetness~Pablo Gavi

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: first request from my new prompt list!! keep sending in your requests and don't forget to specify the prompt and it's genre <3

24-“Stop laughing! It's impossible to stay mad when you smile like that.”

“You’re unbelievable, Pablo!” y/n yelled, pacing the living room while Pablo leaned against the kitchen counter, trying very hard to look remorseful—but failing miserably.

“It’s just a cake,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

“It’s not just a cake!” she spun around, glaring at him. “It was the cake! The perfect cake I spent hours choosing! The centerpiece for the whole party!”

“And now it’s, uh…” Pablo trailed off, gesturing to the mess on the floor. “A modern art piece?”

y/n gaped at him, completely dumbfounded. “You’re joking right now? After you demolished the one thing I trusted you to handle?”

“I didn’t demolish it!” he said defensively. “It slipped out of the box.”

“Oh, it just slipped?” she ecohed, throwing her hands in the air. “Because cakes are known for their ability to leap out of boxes!”

He tried to hold back a smile, but it was useless. She saw the twitch at the corner of his lips, and her glare intensified.

“Stop it,” she warned.

“Stop what?” he asked innocently, though his eyes were sparkling with amusement.

“Stop smiling!” she exclaimed, pointing at him. “You’re making me even angrier!”

“I’m not smiling!”

“Yes, you are!”

“No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you—” she cut herself off with a frustrated groan when she heard his laugh. “Ugh! Stop laughing! It’s impossible to stay mad when you smile like that.”

His grin widened. “So you’re not mad anymore?”

“Don’t push it,” she muttered, trying to keep her stern expression intact.

But Pablo wasn’t about to let her off the hook. He stepped closer, his hands finding her waist as he pulled her in. “I’m sorry, mi vida,” he said softly, his voice laced with sincerity. “Let me make it up to you.”

“How?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Unless you have a secret talent for baking a new cake in under an hour, I’m not sure you can.”

“I could try,” he said, his tone so serious she almost believed him.

“You in the kitchen unsupervised? That’s a disaster waiting to happen,” she shot back, biting back a laugh.

“Harsh,” he said, feigning a wounded expression. “But fair.”

He pulled her closer until their foreheads were touching. “What if I do something else to make it up to you?”

“Like what?” she challenged, crossing her arms even as he held her.

“Like…” He paused for dramatic effect. “A lifetime supply of kisses?”

y/n couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking her head. “You’re insane.”

“And you love it,” he teased, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her cheek. “Come on, admit it. You can’t stay mad at me.”

“I’m still a little mad,” she said stubbornly, though her tone had softened.

“Then I’ll just have to try harder.” He kissed her other cheek. Then her nose. Then her forehead. Then her lips, lingering just long enough to make her heart skip a beat.

“Pablo,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, mi vida?”

“You’re still cleaning up that cake,” she said, though a smile was finally tugging at her lips.

“Deal,” he said quickly, kissing her again. “But only if you help.”

“Why should I help?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Because,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a tight hug. “You love me too much to let me suffer alone.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” she muttered, her face buried in his chest.

“I know,” he replied smugly, resting his chin on top of her head.

After a few more moments of holding her, he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “You know you’re the most important person in the world to me, right?”

Her heart melted at the sincerity in his voice. “I know,” she said softly.

“And you’ll still let me come to the party?”

“Only if you promise not to touch anything,” she said, poking his chest.

“Deal,” he said with a grin. “I’ll just stand in the corner and look pretty.”

“That’s about all you’re good for right now,” she teased, leaning up to kiss him again.

Pablo laughed, the sound so warm and contagious that she couldn’t help but laugh too. After that Pablo had promised to get her another cake from the shop for her party, this time asking for delivery service instead of him getting it. She couldn't trust him not to ruin it again with his clumsiness

[kingofpopmj]

you could do a story with Michael Jackson where he is married to Y/N just to please the media and he doesn't really love her that much. However, he respects her even though he gives her a few arrows with nasty words, making her disappointed. Also, if possible, at some point in the bedroom while Y/N is sleeping, Michael appears slightly nervous and when he sees her, he starts kissing her because he misses her touches.... and... maybe a passionate ending smut????please…. thank u😩😙💓

~This is my first smut imagine, so don’t be too hard on me.🙈 I hope you enjoy it! Michael is spicy in this one so read at your own risk. Thank you to the hunni that requested this!

I'll Change The Rules For You

*Michael’s POV*

The heaviness in my heart grew unbearable as I unlocked the front door. The shine of my wedding ring ever so bright as I slowly pushed the door open. I quietly entered the house. It was spotless. The house filled with the smell of a homemade meal. My favorite meal. The distant sound of Y/N humming made me feel everything and nothing all at once. She was- she’s fine. I’m fine. We’re fine.

I stood in the doorway unable to shut the door behind me just yet. I wanted to be home. It’s just home doesn’t feel much like home lately. I let out a deep sigh before closing the door. There’s no running. I can’t run away. Making my way to the kitchen with small steps I’m greeted with Y/N’s backside. She was bent over putting something in the oven. A normal husband would happily announce his arrival or greet his wife with a kiss, but me- I have no idea what to do.

“Oh my goodness!” Y/N jumped when she finally turned around. “You scared me.”

“I do live here.” I scoffed.

“Of course you live here. I just wasn’t sure what time you’d be home.” She smiled hopefully. “I’m happy to see you.” She moved towards me wrapping her arms around me. When I didn’t reciprocate the gesture her arms fell to her sides. The look of defeat plastered across her face.

“I’m gonna go take care of some things.”

“Wait.” She gently held my arm stopping my abrupt exit. “I made dinner. I thought we could eat together. Maybe have a movie night?” Again, she smiled. It was full of love and optimism. I couldn’t stand the feeling in my chest, but still I held my ground.

“I’ll pass.”

“I don’t understand why you’re being this way.” It came out as a whisper, but I heard it. I heard her sadness. I felt her despair.

“You don’t understand a lot.” I snapped.

“We used to be friends.” She looked up at me with watery eyes and in that moment I hated myself.

“We are what we are. That’s it.”

“What are we?”

“We are legally bound to one another.” I said with a shrug. I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t.

“You make it sound so-“

“I make it sound like what it is!” Y/N jumped back at my sudden outburst. She looked terrified- terrified of me.

“Why do you have to be so mean?” Her voice laced with pain. “You asked me to do this for you and I did because you promised me nothing would change.”

“I’m not being mean! It’s not my fault you’re a dimwit that can’t understand simple concepts! You keep acting like this perfect little housewife. It’s too much! You are too much! We did this to get the world off my back, yet somehow you’ve managed to screw that up! It’s exhausting being your husband- your fake husband!”

“I gave up my whole life because my friend asked me- no begged me to help him. I couldn’t be anything else but Michael Jackson’s wife. You knew that. I had to abandon my family, my friends, my job. Everything. I know this isn’t real, I know we aren’t real, but I still thought you were worth it. I tried to make this strange situation as comfortable as possible, but you are determined to hurt me. To break me.”

“Y/N-” I stopped when she put her hand up shaking her head slowly. She untied the apron from around her waist placing it on the counter.

“Dinner is on the table. I made the cake you like. It’s in the oven- just take it out when the timer goes off.” She spoke softly before leaving the kitchen forcing me to watch her walk away- walk away from me. It seemed inevitable.

She doesn’t deserve this.

I don’t deserve her.

I took my seat at the table unable to eat anything. After how I treated Y/N, I deserved the loss of appetite and more. I stared at the spread in front of me, which only made me feel worse. She did so much for me. She does so much for me. The kitchen timer went off reminding me of the cake in the oven. I walked over to take it out. She really did all of this for me. She’s the best person in my life. The only one I can truly trust and I’m going to lose her.

Two hours have gone by since Y/N left. I knew she fell apart after how I spoke to her. She felt safe in our bedroom, so I knew that were she was. I desperately wanted to see her- hold her- be with her. I knew the shame would become insufferable the moment I looked into her eyes. Even with that understanding, I couldn’t stay away from her. The effect she has on me is something I don’t think I’ll ever fully comprehend.

Another forty-five minutes went by before I mustered up the courage to leave the kitchen. I found myself struggling to proceed when I reached the bottom of the staircase. I need to make this right. I need to fix this. I need Y/N.

As I reached to top of the staircase I see the bedroom door is closed, but as I twisted the knob I was thankful it wasn’t locked. My eyes scanned the room unable to find Y/N. The bed was made without a crease in sight. The only source of light illuminating from the bathroom. I rushed over hoping to find her braiding her hair in front of the mirror or massaging her face with that lotion she loved so much. It smelled like peonies, her favorite flower. The more time that passed without any trace of Y/N the more empty I felt. I was starting to feel worried, but mostly confused.

The closet was the last place to check. Nothing could prepare me for how broken I’d feel once I pushed that door open. The hangers were empty on Y/N’s side of the closet. Her suitcases littered the floor half full of her belongings. She was curled up into a ball on the tiny couch I got her for our first anniversary. It’s from France. She fell in love with the soft velvet fabric and I knew I had to surprise her with it. I still remember the smile on her face. She was so touched. She was so happy. Ironic, how easily- how quickly I tarnished that happiness. When I realized she was asleep I moved closer. Her tear stained cheeks broke my heart further. The pain in my chest growing by the second.

“I’m so sorry.” I whispered kneeling down to leave a gentle kiss on her forehead. Unable to take my eyes off of her I gently took her hand in mine- her left hand. I admired the ring on her finger remembering the proposal, the smile on her face, the joy that filled my heart and the love between us. “I’m so sorry.” I whispered again leaving kisses on her hand.

“Y/N?” I said softly trying to wake her up without scaring her. Her eyes remained shut as she instinctively snuggled into my hand that rested against her cheek. I couldn’t help myself. I cupped her face in my hands as I left tender kisses all over face.

“Michael?” Y/N sat up looking at me bewildered.

“I’m so sorry.” She avoided looking into my eyes. “Please don’t leave me. I’m so sorry.”

“You act like you hate me.” She murmured staring down at our entangled hands.

“I don’t.” I began kissing her hand slowly traveling up her arm, shoulder and neck.

“Michael.” Y/N pulled away finally meeting my eyes. “You can’t bombard me with kisses and think that erases all the bad.”

“I know. I know. Y/N, I love you.”

“You can’t just say that and not mean it or act like it.”

“When I asked you to marry me as a favor I didn’t necessarily think it through.”

“What do you mean?”

“We loved each other as friends. I thought it would stay that way. It didn’t. Not for me. You promised me five years of marriage. On our third anniversary, I asked you for an extra five more and you obliged. You agreed to ten whole years as my wife.”

“I knew it would help you, so of course I said yes.”

“We’re just about to hit the five year mark and the thought of eventually having to let you go terrifies me. I asked for five more years because I don’t want to be without you.” I leaned in before she could respond and kissed her. I kissed her like I meant it. I kissed her like how I’ve been desperately wanting to for so long. Desperately, I pulled her to sit on top of me guiding her hips as I brought her down to my lap.

“What about the rules? No sex.”

“Those were impossible rules to follow. An idiot created those rules.” I say brushing her hair behind her shoulder and sinking my face into her neck. Her perfume filled my nostrils and I mentally kicked myself for denying myself of this pleasure sooner.

“Calling yourself an idiot there rule maker?” She questioned rolling her eyes and giggling. Oh, that sound. I love that sound.

“I think I deserve it, don’t you?” She shrugged in response. I pulled her closer, so close her body moulded to mine. “You’re my wife. I want to do this the right way. I want to do it all with you. I want this to be real.”

“Real?”

“I don’t want to push you away anymore. I want to bury myself in you.” I whispered in her ear as she took a deep breath. “Let me bury myself inside of you.” I purred against her sweet lips. My hands slowly traveled from her hips to her waist taking in every curve. I dragged my fingers just below her breasts to unbutton her shirt. I slid it down her arms leaving trails of goosebumps on her skin. I knew by the uneven rise and fall of her beautiful chest she wanted me just as badly.

“Please.” She said breathlessly tearing my shirt off and throwing it across the room.

Y/N’s head fell back as I kissed her neck, sucking down on the sensitive skin. Her fingers laced in between the strands of my hair as she kept me close. She rolled her hips against mine painfully slow as she met my gaze. The look in her eyes was more than enough to send me over the edge. She continued and I was could feel myself lose control. Y/N stopped without warning sensing my predicament. I held her hips with such force I’m certain she’d be covered with bruises. I want her. I need her to move- to move faster, but she refused to give me what I wanted. She was going to make me beg- and I would- I will. A seductive smirk covered her face. She enjoyed teasing me.

“I need you.” I panted trying to compose myself.

“I know.” She whispered in my ear unaware of just how much I worshipped her. She left wet kisses down my neck and chest as she pushed me until my back met the rug. I gawked at her unable to form any words. Unable to do anything but follow her every move.

She made me so weak.

I watched as she unzipped my pants sliding them down my legs.

She looked deep into my eyes as she removed my boxers.

I was so lost in her eyes that being completely naked in front of her didn’t register. The only thing on my mind was her.

The immense feeling of emptiness took over me as Y/N stood letting her panties fall to the ground.

I extended my arms folding them behind my head as I admired the view. She smiled bashfully before returning to her place- on top of me. Oh how I loved this view.

I reached out touching her anywhere-everywhere. I never thought anything would feel so good. Look so good. Taste so good.

Y/N let out a shaky breath, holding onto my shoulders lowering herself onto me.

I could feel everything.

I love the way she feels. I never want to go without her again. I’m hooked.

Her warmth tightened around me as she took me in deeper. Her eyes squeezed shut adjusting to me. The sound of my name falling from her lips only fueled my neediness.

My eyes rolling back at the sensation of her. I’ve missed out on this for too long. I glanced down at our connected bodies before quickly flipping us over. I settled in between her legs. I needed to be on top of her. I needed more. My hand traveled up her outer thighs and I took the opportunity to wrap her legs around me.

“You feel so- so good.” I lowered myself to meet her lips once again as I began to thrust into her. She interlocked her ankles behind my back pulling me in deeper each time.

“Faster!” Her voice was full of lust and it drove me wild. “Michael! Please!”

“Y/N!”

The room filled with the overwhelming sound of us satisfying one another. She brought something out in me I couldn’t explain. I licked and sucked on every part of her glorious body. Each moment better than the last.

She kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before. Her lips so soft. Her tongue so sweet. Kissing her came natural to me. Kissing her made me feel alive. Kissing her was like breathing. I needed it to live. I needed her to live.

“I’m going to-“ I felt myself release inside of her. The sting of Y/N’s fingernails dragging down the length of my back adding to my pleasure. We were both panting, but insistent on staying connected. Insistent on burying myself inside of her over and over again.

“Please!” Her lustful cries echoed off the walls as she clenched around me. Watching her come undone made me want to do this- do her all night- every night.

“Michael!” I collapsed on top of her resting my head on her voluminous chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” She began laughing uncontrollably. I looked up at her seeing a genuine smile gracing her face.

“What is it?”

“I can’t believe we just did that.” She sheepishly covered her face and I immediately pulled her hands into mine. Forcing her to look at me.

“I wish we had done it sooner.” I smiled kissing her deeply.

“The floor was fun.. Can we maybe try a couch or a mattress next time?”

“Next time?” I moved sliding my arms under her neck and legs lifting her up and walking out of the closet into our bedroom. I laid her on the bed gently spreading her legs with the tips of my fingers. “Who said I was done with you?” I chuckled leaning down kissing her inner thighs.

“Michael! Oh my-”

“Relax, I’ve got you baby.”

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Until The Cops Come Knocking

Characters: Kevin Atwater x Black!Reader.

Summary:  A simple house call turns into a pleasant surprise.

Warnings: Let’s see, just a smidge of spice. Fluffiness and flirtation included. There are a few sprinkles of profanity. There may be instances where you cackle loudly.

Word Count: 2,700+.

A/N: I know. You’re shocked I took time away from my baby daddy, Rio. It’s just something about Atwater and Halstead, though. Wait until you see what else I’m cooking up for those two. I honestly couldn’t tell you how this random idea came about. That’s the joy of being a Libra. My imagination just keeps going and going. IT’S LIBRA SZN BABY♎️! Enjoy my sweet lovelies.

Song Inspo💞:

Boot-covered footsteps thumped down the winding stairwell of the run-down apartment building. The creaking door of the entrance swung open as both detectives released an exhausted and irritated breath. Both men took in their surroundings as they approached the large pickup truck they arrived in. Seeing nothing lurking about, Jay slid into the driver’s side as Kevin took residence in the passenger seat. The men released another irritated sigh before Halstead spoke, “This damn case has us running in circles. There has got to be something we’re missing here.”

“These dead ends are wasting valuable time. If we don’t get a hold of things soon, this sick psycho will slip through our fingers. For all we know, he could be halfway to Mexico by now. None of these witnesses are going to cooperate.”

“We’ll figure something out. We just have to find a way to convince them we can protect them and their families from this monster. We should wrap this up for the night, though. We’re both too tired to follow up on any more pointless leads. I say we head back to the precinct, check in with the team, and call it a night.”

The men agree it’s probably the best bet as Jay turns over the engine. As they begin the journey back to the precinct, a call comes in over the radio. There are multiple reports of a noise complaint about a party at a property in a neighborhood only minutes from their current location. Atwater shrugs his shoulders at Halstead.

“I mean, we are only five minutes away. Might as well check it out real quick.”

“It’s probably some spoiled-ass rich kid throwing a kegger,” Jay responds. “Let’s just get this over with,” he chuckles, shaking his head.

“It’s strange. This address sounds familiar. Have we ever answered any calls or done investigative work on this street,” Kevin questioned.

“I feel like I’ve been here with Haley or Voight, but I can’t say for sure.”

Kevin gave him a slight head nod as his phone vibrated in his left pocket. Checking the notification brings a small smile to his face. Atwater’s eyebrows twist in confusion as he reads the message. Jay glanced in his direction, laughing at his friend's facial expression.

“Bro? Are you good? If you stare at that screen any harder, it may glitch,” he joked. “What’s wrong? Are you in the dog house or something? And please don’t hit me with that, “who says I’m dating anyone nonsense.” The girls are on to you. You’ve been missing happy hour for months now. Giving us the excuse that you’re tired. You’ve turned down every woman within the last four months.”

Kevin ignored most of what Jay said, returning to the initial question. 

“It’s this text, bro. Either words are missing, or I’m being butt-texted. Is that even a thing,” he asked, still puzzled.

Before Jay could respond, another text came through. Kevin read the three-word text and guffawed. His tongue wet his bottom lip before the bottom lip tucked between his teeth. He was fighting the heat from the three words on his screen.

Mamas🤤😈🫶🏾: need fuck daddy

Baeee🙈💓🫶🏾: Oh! That’s how you’re feeling, mamas? I thought you were out with your girls tonight.

Mamas🤤😈🫶🏾: M so tips feels so goods need daddy😩🤤.

Baeee🙈💓🫶🏾: Drop your location, baby. I’ll come to get you. I’ll scoop you when I finish up here. Stay put, love.

Mamas🤤😈🫶🏾:

“I see you’ve deciphered the message. What’s up,” Jay asked.

“It’s nothing, dog. It’s just a little inside joke. You wouldn’t get it,” Kevin lied.

“Your reply sounds suspicious as hell. I would question it further, but we’ve arrived at our destination.”

“Damn! You can hear the music from the gate entrance. Don’t they have security? It is a gated community.”

“They’ve visited this house twice already. They told neighbors to call the authorities a third time.”

“This should be fun,” Atwater responded dryly.

Jay was the first one to approach the door. With a gentle nod, both men positioned their hands on their holsters, and Halstead gave a firm knock. 

“Sounds like a bunch of drunk women,” Kevin whispered quickly, releasing a small laugh.

“Dear Lord. It sounds like we’re about to interrupt girls' night. Brace yourself, brother, if these women are as drunk as they sound. It could get a little handsy.”

“If one finger lands on you. Upton’s going to kill you. You have to stop falling for your coworkers, Halstead. You take the term work wife too seriously,” Kevin jokes.

The door swings open, halting Jay from giving a rebuttal. Both men angle their heads down, spotting a redhead who is no more than four foot eleven. Her gaze creeps over the detectives slowly as she mumbles, “Good Lord. Money well spent.”

Jay and Kevin look at each other, confused by her words. They identify themselves, but it goes ignored. Another woman joins the redhead. She appears to be Filipino and just as tiny as her friend. Kevin starts to identify himself, but both women turn toward the rest of the group.

The redhead purrs, “Ladies, get your ones ready. The entertainment is here!”

Both detectives look flabbergasted as they try and correct them. The ladies are seriously inebriated. None of the words leaving the detectives’ mouths are getting through. Red continues, “Ms. Maid of Honor! Do us the honors and get the Bride-to-be ready for her lap dance!”

Her fellow tiny friend squeezes between both men, pulling them inside the house.

“Wait a minute, sweetheart,” Jay tries to reason.

“Hold on there, ma’am. You’re mistaken,” Kevin interjects.

Surrounded by a pack of drunk and lust-filled women, Jay attempts to talk over the boisterous crowd, “Ladies! Let’s keep things calm-.” He’s thrown off as someone grabs his ass. “Come now, ladies. Let’s keep things civilized and respectful.”

Kevin cackles as Jay’s face starts to redden. That is until one of the women starts running her hand up and down the veins of his forearm. The women begin catcalling them, going on about how sexy they are. “If I would’ve known they were sending strippers this fucking sexy. I would’ve paid double. Cuff me, Mr. Officer,” the redhead panted.

Kevin stepped back and politely removed the thirsty woman’s hand from his person. He started to reiterate that they were the actual police. Those words stuck in his throat as he felt dainty arms wrap around his waist. As if that hadn’t thrown him off guard, the unidentified woman began thrusting her hips, humping from the back. Just as he was about to turn around and reprimand the stranger, he heard a familiar voice. To Kevin’s surprise, he turns around to find you, his tipsy girlfriend smiling and slapping his ass. Jay looked at his friend in shock as his face lit up with laughter at your slurred words.

“This ain’t no strippaaa! Back off, you thirsty bald-headed hoes! I’m just joking. Not really. This MY MUTHAFUCKIN’ MAN! My man, my man, my man, my man! We go together. Real bad.”

“Okay, Yung Miami. You need a break from TikTok, baby,” Kevin teased.

Jay, assuming his friend was enduring harassment, attempted to diffuse the situation and calm you down. Kevin releases a deep chuckle, patting Halstead on the back.

“It’s all good, bro. Shortie can touch me however she wants,” he insists, licking his lips and staring at you with hungry eyes. “You lit, ain’t you, mamas?”

Halstead looks on in complete and utter confusion. “She’s beautiful, man, but don’t forget we’re on the clock. Voight would have our asses for indulging in this.”

Atwater smirks at Jay as he shrugs his shoulders. His eyes travel back to your face. Kevin reaches out, placing his hand on your waist. He tugs at you, pulling you into a quick peck.

“Relax, Halstead. Little mama’s telling the truth.” 

Jay, looking at him puzzled, waited for Kevin to explain. 

“Halstead, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for the last six months. It’s an odd way for you to find out, but yeah. Jay, this my lady.” 

Embarrassed, you released a tiny giggle, burying yourself into Kevin’s side. Pulling back, you looked at him in a lust-filled, drunken haze. 

“Hiii baby,” you slurred, smiling ear to ear.

Kevin smiled back, biting his lip, “Wassup, beautiful? Listen, we hate to break up a wonderful time, mamas, but it’s pretty noisy. As a courtesy to the neighbors, could you tell the crew to simmer down a little bit,” he said in that tone that always made you shiver. 

“Okay, baby,” you smiled, nibbling your lip.

Atwater leaned in closer, whispering in your ear, “Yeah? You can do that for Daddy?”

Releasing a shaky breath, you nodded yes in reply.

“That’s my good girl.”

Jay looked at Atwater with raised eyebrows as you settled the girls down.

“Very impressive. Teach me your ways, bro.”

“No can do, brotha. If it’s in you, it’s in you. Can’t be taught, my man,” Kevin boasted.

You managed to calm the girls down. They all relocated to the kitchen to make a fresh batch of margaritas. Your best friends, who had answered the door, instructed you to find out if Kevin’s partner was single. They trotted off heartbroken after telling them Kevin had mentioned a girlfriend to you before.

You stumbled back to your chuckling boyfriend, who wrapped you in another bear hug. Pulling away, he looked at you like you had been caught red-handed.

“I know you’re the maid of honor, but did I hear the word strippers? Yes, I’m almost certain that’s come up several times since we arrived. You don’t need all that swinging in your face. Come on, my little drunken love. We’re taking you home. Your little ass is about to pass out. How much alcohol have you had?” 

“I’ll go,” you stand on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “If you take me home and put me to sleep, just the way I like.” You finish, biting his ear playfully. 

“That can be arranged…for tomorrow. I want you sober, mamas.”

Kevin laughs at your drunken pout. “You’ll be out like a light before we make it to the house. It’s going to be alright, love. Sleep it off some, and I promise I’ll break you off afterward.”

“Let’s go so I can get you back to your car, bro. You’re not having sex in my truck,” Jay joked, but at the same time, he was serious.

“Halstead, be easy on the jokes now. I’d hate to have to inform Hailey about the many times you got groped tonight.”

Kevin gingerly swept you from Jay’s truck, transferring you to his own. He managed to buckle you into the front seat and nearly made it out of the parking lot unnoticed. His head shot back with an exasperated sigh as the exit to the precinct flew open.

“Nice try, Atwater. We want to meet your gorgeous lady friend Halstead’s exact words. Better watch your girl, Kev,” Burgess taunted. 

Hailey followed close behind, hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. “You honestly think Jay was going to keep your secret? Not a chance, Atwater. Before you try to snitch, I already know how he was treated like a sexy piece of meat tonight,” Hailey sassed.

Kevin shushed the women and directed their attention to your sleeping frame. “You two can give her the third degree another time. I’m taking my little party animal home,” he whispered, looking at you with adoring eyes. “I’ll bring her by the precinct to formally introduce her soon. Just not tonight, ladies.”

“Bachelorette parties are the best. I’m looking forward to mine,” Upton sighed.

“Jay should be worried if Burgess is throwing it. I’ll see you two tomorrow. Let me get my sleepy baby to a comfortable bed.”

You had slept the entire ride to and from the precinct. Kevin carried you into his home, taking you straight to the master bathroom. You began to stir as he placed you on top of the vanity.

“How long was I out,” you groaned.

“About an hour,” his lips brushed against your forehead. “Do you think you can handle showering on your own? Or do you want me to help you, love?”

“I want cuddles in the shower. Shit! I don’t have my overnight bag. What about my hair,” you whined.

“You gon’ be good, sweetheart. One second.”

Kevin started opening cabinets and sitting items next to you on the vanity. His face spread into a shy smile when he saw you holding back tears.

“Why the watery eyes, mamas?”

“Two things. First of all, sir. Bless your parents. I’ve never had a man love me this way. Baby, you went and bought all my hair care products.”

The both of you looked lovingly at the pile on the counter. Kevin had purchased every single product you had in your bathroom. Everything you usually brought with you lay there.

“What was the second thing?”

“I’m an emotional drunk.”

“Yeah, I kind of guessed that,” he chuckled. “You can sleep in my clothes. I’d prefer you slept naked, but that’s up to you,” he licked his lips.

“That depends.”

“On?”

“If I’ve sobered up enough for you to slide up in it,” you purred.

“I’d say you’re thinking pretty clearly, love. Let’s get cleaned up. I’m starving, and I got a taste for something sweet.”

“Yeah,” you questioned breathlessly.

Kevin stepped between your thighs, kissing you hungrily. Releasing your lips a few moments later, his hand brushed against the outside of your shorts. “Yeah. It’s nice, soft, juicy, and delicious. You gon’ give me a taste, love?”

“Start the shower before I come all over this counter.”

Hours later, the two of you lay in bed panting and satiated. The room rested in a comfortable silence. Your head rested on Kevin’s chest as his fingertips drew patterns against your naked skin. His lips left a litany of kisses across your temple. He pulled in a breath before speaking.

“Baby girl,” he whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Move in with me. I want to build a life with you. I know it’s only been six months-.”

“Yes.”

“I wanted to ask you another question, though,” he playfully scolded, giving your butt a light tap. 

You looked at him and smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry, continue, baby. Either way, the answer is yes.”

“Cool. So we’re getting married then?”

“Ye-wait. What?”

Kevin flipped you both. Lying on top of you, he brushed the hair from your face.

“Marry me, mamas? I know it’s way too soon-.”

You kissed him to shut him up. It lasted long enough to calm his fluttering heart.

“Yes.”

Without another word, he kissed you hard, stealing your breath. Tender touches morphed into desperate touches. In an instant, the room filled with pants and moans as he slipped back into you. Thrust mirroring thrust, as Kevin drove you to the brink of ecstasy until your tired body would no longer allow it. He littered your face with kisses as the both of you whispered words of affirmation until sleep claimed you both.

The aching in your bladder woke you as the morning sun crept into the bedroom. Not wanting to wake your sleeping giant, you wiggled free. Tip-toeing into the bathroom, you quickly relieved yourself and washed your hands. You unboxed one of the toothbrushes Kevin bought, quietly falling into your morning routine. Standing in the mirror brushing your teeth, your free hand brushed curls from your face, and you froze. The toothbrush dangled in your mouth as you stared into the mirror, shock written on your face. Hand frozen mid-air, you gawked at the beautiful diamond sparkling on your ring finger. You startled as a voice sounded behind you. Kevin stood in the doorway, muscles rippling, in all his naked glory, staring at you in the mirror. He walked up behind you, pressing his chest to your back, and whispered against your neck, “I always come prepared, baby girl. Notice it’s the correct size and the cut you like. Do I know my woman or what,” he bragged, finishing with kisses to your throat.

Throwing a finger in the air, you quickly rinsed your mouth and toothbrush. You placed the brush in the holder as you spun around, snatching Kevin’s hand. Pulling him back toward the bedroom, he questioned, “Where are we going, love?”

“Back to bed. I’m going to suck the soul out of you. Then I’m taking my ass to the kitchen and cooking you breakfast in bed.”

Fuck I love this woman.

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Could you elaborate on the one look to make him kneel and him wanting to be slapped, please 👉👈 (thank you so much for sharing your thoughts by the way, oh my gosh!!💓💓)

writing submissive men is honestly my religion i’m more than happy to oblige🫶🏻🩷thank u!

cw: impact play (slapping), simon on his knees

Tonight’s been long, too long. You’ve sipped at your drink for an eternity now, just waiting for Simon to be done working the bar at Chez-Chez. Sat at a tall table in the corner of the room, you have a good view to keep your eyes on him. His own blues find your eyes plenty of times, giving you a wink, a cheeky smile or a smirk.

Another half hour later results in the rest of the patrons being told to leave, and as you pick at the polish on your nails standing outside the club Simon finally emerges with his coat tugged on, the late night air chilled from earlier rain.

“Hey sweetheart,” His hand finds yours, finger’s interlocking and his lips pressing a kiss to your forehead. You tilt your head up to meet his lips in a little kiss before beginning the walk to your apartment.

Keys jingle in the lock as you enter, door clicking shut behind you both, shuffling as you both toe off your shoes, slip your coats from your shoulders and hang them up on the hook on the wall. Simon busies himself with moving to the living room, a tired yawn escaping him as he sets his phone down on the coffee table and collapses onto the couch with a groan. You, however, eye him from the kitchen, standing by the counter. Carefully removing your rings, letting the jewelry clatter onto the countertop as your hungry eyes roam over his body.

His legs are spread, a long sleeved blue shirt adorning his body. It’s simple, but he wears it so well, the thin fabric of his shirt clinging to his chest and tummy. He’s reclined back, head tilted against the couch with his eyes closed as he notices the silence. An eye peeks open, head tilting in your direction as he grins, “What’re you staring at, hm?”

A similar smile paints your lips, the last of the jewelry on your hands gone, and your hands find the buckle of your belt instead. Maintaining eye contact with Simon, you slide it from the buckle, slowly taking it from the loops on your jeans, “Somethin’ pretty, that’s all,” is the coy response he gets. You both stare at each other for a solid fifteen seconds, your eyes narrowing a bit, hungrily tracing down his torso, and that’s all it takes for him to slide off the couch onto the floor. Knees part, hands on his thighs, his heart already starting to beat a bit faster.

“Well look at you..” You sigh happily, bare feet meeting carpet as you walk over to him. You take his previous spot on the couch, spreading your legs apart for him to settle between. Simon shuffles closer, a hand finding your thigh that you retaliate with a quiet “ah ah,” and he moves it back to his own thigh. Color blooms high on his cheeks as he stares up at you, eyes softening with a dazed look as your hand combs into his hair, “So handsome, y’know that?”

A little smile finds his lips, making him look boyish, sweet, not the crude, revenge hungry cop you know. His eyes flutter as your nails drag over his scalp, and he gives a soft exhale in response, relaxing more before you. With his eyes closed, he doesn’t see you moving your leg, not until your shin presses against the growing bulge in his jeans. Dazed eyes open again, a soft gasp as his hips kick back a little at the touch. But you tsk, fingers curling into his hair in a gentle yet firm grasp, “Easy.. I just wanna play, don’t you?”

The way you speak, your tone so low yet casual, has him reeling. After a long day, it’s easy for him to allow you to take over. “Yeah, please? Will you make me feel good?” And oh, how cute, right?

“Of course honey, I always do. Go on, move, slow.” The order doesn’t fall on deaf ears, his knees parting further as he presses into your leg. His cock already aches, pleasure blooming in his gut as he grinds against your leg. It’s a bit embarrassing, but it won’t last long, not when he’s already starting to blush a pretty red and his hands hover in the air on either side of your leg, fighting the urge to grab on for support. Simon squirms a bit, your hand tightening in his hair which makes his lips part, jaw dropping as he huffs a little moan. The entire time your eyes are locked together, and eventually a whimper falls from him.

“Can I–..” He starts, pausing to swallow and exhale through his nose, “Can I undo my jeans?” And he asks so politely, you surely couldn’t say no.

“Go on,” You nod, allowing him to pause his needy grinding. He doesn’t even break eye contact as he undoes his own belt, not even taking it from the belt loops as his fingers skillfully undo his button and zipper, sitting up on his knees just enough to push them down his hips. Black boxers do little to hide just how fucking hard he is, a little wet spot on the fabric. He presses back to you, grinding his cock against your shin, and this time his hands find your leg, holding onto your calf for support as he exhales another moan.

As pretty as he is, the action of his hands on you is displeasing, “Hands off, I never said you could touch.” The sharp words make him actually whine, huffing a pitiful noise as his eyes roll a little, even as he removes his hands. But, that attitude, you seen it. Before he knows it, the hand is gone from his hair as your palm connects with his left cheek in a sharp slap.

“Ah–!” Simon’s head snaps to the side, eyes fluttering as his thighs squeeze around your leg. Pure heat blooms on his face as he feels his cock throb in his boxers, so embarrassed by how nice that felt. “Do that again. Please,” is the pathetic plea that follows, his knees spreading again to continue grinding needily like a mutt in heat.

A laugh sounds from your throat, and you grab his cheeks with your thumb and two fingers, squishing his cheeks a bit to force him to look up at you, “And why should I? You like me hitting you Simon?”

His face is flushed deep red with embarrassment and arousal, starting to pant a little. His whiny voice quickly starts to beg, “I said please. I like it. Please?” His hips press even faster, feeling his core muscles ache just the slightest, pretty puppy eyes looking up at him. And ugh, he’s just so sweet, so pliant with you. Your grasp on his face is gone, and his eyes fall lidded with lust just before you hit him again. The slap echoes in the apartment, as does the cry he emits as a result. His hips falter and then roll even faster, jaw dropping as he starts to moan with every exhale of his panting breath.

“Again?”

“Again.” He confirms, having trouble keeping his eyes open but oh, does he do his best for you.

“Can you handle it baby?”

“I can– fuck I can handle it. Please.” Soft brown hair falls forward as he drops his head for a second, lifting it back up as he nods quickly in confirmation. So, you swap hands, palm meeting his right cheek in a weak little hit, enough to produce a sharp noise but not enough to really hit the spot, figuratively and literally. “Harder,” he pleads, his hands curling into the denim at his hips, needing to hold onto something. That heat in his core is building, hurriedly grinding against your leg, humping pathetically as he’s already so close, his cock aches so badly it hurts, desperately searching relief.

Again, and again, your palm meets his cheek, the skin ruddy red and sensitive, hot with an embarrassed flush as he cries out. Once more, and he gasps, thighs squeezing your leg as he moans loudly. A tremor wracks through him as he orgasms, eyes fluttering and rolling back into his head. Simon feels your hand curl into his hair, jerking his head up harshly. The natural response is to reach up, move to grab your arm because it hurts, but he quickly pauses and puts his hands back down because he knows better.

He’s sat before you on his knees, panting hard, shaking a little as his core muscles burn, and his teary eyes blink open. “‘m sorry, I–“

He’s interrupted by a sharp slap, harder than the rest. He gasps, feeling his mouth and cock both drool a little and oh God is he embarrassed, but he loves it. “You little pervert, I’m not done with you.” You hand grabs his cheeks again, making him look up at you.

And the only response is a breathless laugh, a big grin on his face.

[chowdersinterlude]

Dunce

Denki Kaminari x Fem!Reader

contains: Fluff, slight angst??, denki and reader have a little argument buttttt you could never be mad at him<3

summary: Denki (being the show off he is) is always surrounded by girls, but never thinks to what you might feel seeing YOUR boyfriend being touched and flirted with by other girls

Cons of having a dumb but hot boyfriend (the internet's standards) is that every girl is gonna want him.

Since patrol day is kinda silent you decide it would be a perfect time to spend time with your loud-loving boyfriend<3

After you text him (of course) he’s IMMEDIATELY there, but where? Oh there.. amber yellow hair standing out in a crowd

But oh?, he’s surrounded by fangirls

You decide to walk up to him and pull him away, but as you try to he just swats your hand away

“Please wait princess, I have fans here.”

What the fuck? Is this mf stupid?

“Denki Kaminari, and I’m your girlfriend”

He sighs and lays his gaze on you, but obviously is quickly shifts to the girl in front of him who’s touching his chest

“Woah there, calm down ladies”

He laughs and giggles

All of this makes you furious, but ultimately if he actually loved you, he would’ve been moved out of the crowd soooo? You decide to go and hang out with someone else.

Y/N💓 : Kiriii can you meet me at our spottt??

Kiri : Sure!! I’ll be there in a sec💪

What a cheesy idiot. Anyways

As you walk to the secluded parking spot next to a specific park you’re met with crimson red eyes and a warm smile

“So I guess I’m always the last one huh?” You tease and softly nudge his arm

“So what’s up?” He looks up at the sky, puffy clouds forming unknown shapes

“It’s just my boyfriend being a dick” you scoff and smirk

“Why? What did denki do now?” He puts an arm over your shoulder and pulls you close

“He just doesn’t understand what it’s like to be jealous”

“To see people touching YOUR partner”

Kirishima tilts his head

“What do you mean?”

“Him with his pride just lets girls flirt and touch all over him”

Anger starts to build up in your lower stomach

“It’s really fucking annoying seeing it”

The anger slowing fades away when kirishima pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist

“Have you talked about it with him?” He says as he pulls away

“Well I tried?”

“He just brushed me off and continued to talk with the girls”

“Maybe we can confront him together”

Kirishima bumps his fists

“Sure you little idiot” you laugh at him softly

“Lets go” he pulls your hand

“Lead the way”

You interlock fingers with him and walk next to his side, doubt leaving your body when you turn to see Kirishima's determined face.

What an idiot..

“Y/N there you are!” The blonde exclaims and runs towards you

“I was looking for you to apologize..”

He scratches the back of his neck

“Denki. We need to talk” you let go of kirishima’s hand and stand in front of him

“W-what? Talk about what? Are you gonna break up with me?” His loud and clumsy personality leaves his body when he hears your words

“No denki. I wanna talk about some boundaries”

His gaze softens a bit from your reassurance.

“Denk, I’m your girlfriend not those girls who keep touching you”

“It pains me to see girls touching on what I call mine”

“My love, My boyfriend”

“You need to learn to tell people you have a life partner and stop being a dunce”

He nods almost frantically and hugs you tightly

“I’m sorry y/n”

You and kirishima both know this boy is gonna need a lot more than just talking.

[ficswjackson]

‘forever and a day’ | s.s & gn!reader.

a/n: this is my first proper piece of writing for like 12 years & im trying to get back into it. but i am aware it’s kind of all over the place & there’s not really a point to this, but we all start somewhere right? i am also aware i am in a predominantly marauders fandom, so if you see this & don’t want to read it - please just skip past it ! ‼️💓

pairing & tagline - professor severus snape & gn!herbology professor. it is talking about their future and also about their early relationship together. it is kind of all over the place, but i quite like it.

608 words - fluff & early relationship stuff. tried to keep it as gender neutral as i could.

‘you know what i am excited for?’ Severus murmured lightly, brushing his fingers lightly across your cheek as you both laid on the grass by the black lake, watching the sunset together.

‘this may be juvenile to admit, but i am so very grateful and fortunate that i get to spend the rest of my life with you’ he murmured slowly and quietly, making sure that only you were able to hear. ‘i really could not think of anything better than being able to spend the rest of my life with you, even if we end up living the most mundane life ever, it would never be boring as i would have you’.

Severus would tilt your head up, as he finished talking just watching you. his eyes would scan over your face taking in all the small details, which other people might not have noticed such as the light freckles which scatter over your nose, or the way that your lashes curl upwards, the fact that your eyes have small dark blue specs in them. he notices all of you, and he treasures it.

Until he met you, he never thought that he would love anyone after lilly. but you changed that, you with your quiet attitude & your ability to hide in the background, slowly started to pique his interest. he would start to pay more interest in you, watching you as you lived your life in the castle, teaching your classes and interacting with your students.

He would find anyway to be able to talk with you, providing you with potion ingredients for your practical herbology lessons or just being there if you needed to ask questions to anyone. over time, unbeknownst to him, he would slowly be falling for you and the simple kindness that you displayed to him, which he did not expect.

He would hide his feelings from you, never even hinting that he felt any romance towards you, as he did not want to risk the chance of loosing you as a friend. He would not make the first move, but he would instead leave you to do it and even after you admitted it, he would be skeptical around you at first, in case it was a practical joke.

But as time passed, Severus would realise that the feelings were reciprocated & it would encourage him to let his guard down around you. Early relationship with Severus would be very tumultuous and slow, but you would both make the most of spending any time that you could together. You both necessarily keep it a secret, but instead you would just get to know each other quietly, until it naturally came out, as you both were relatively quiet yourselves.

As you two got more serious, talks about the future started to happen more often leading to discussions about marriage or even having a family together. Severus confided in his worries about being a father, due to his abusive upbringing and you would do anything to ensure him that he would be an excellent father. The life that you two started thinking about, would be beautiful, pure and quiet. It is safe to say that you were both excited about that as well.

‘i am so very excited to spend the rest of my life with you too, Severus.’ You would answer back, looking over at him, as he stroked your cheek while talking to you. ‘Anything we do, will be something to look forward too. I cannot wait, I am so fortunate to have you’. You would then shift to lie against him slightly. ‘I will love you always, forever and a day’.

[dhvlee]

any chenle smut? 🥹 i love your other works

thank you so much!!🥹💓

jealousy ↠ zhong chenle

masterlist

pairing: idol!chenle x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: dom!chenle, sub!reader, jealous sex, public sex, no protection, he calls you “slut” one time

minors dni

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” Chenle said, his hands roaming over your body and his lips marking your neck. “Don't say you didn't see me when you were flirting with Haechan. You looked straight into my eyes.”

“I-I’m sorry.” you gasped, tugging on his hair.

“You’re sorry?” he sneered, pulling away. “Stop lying. I know you well, I know you did it on purpose. Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us? We are in your company, we might get in trouble.” you asked, and yet you did what your boyfriend asked you to do anyway.

“So be quiet. Don't let others hear you,” he helped you get into a good and comfortable position against the restroom’s wall and in a smooth movement he pulled your skirt up and your panties to the side. One of his hands lightly brushed against your pussy and he felt himself getting harder as he realized how wet you were. “You like it, don’t you? You like it when I’m rough with you.”

You nodded, wanting to feel him inside you already.

To be honest, you were flirting with Donghyuck on purpose – Chenle was right. You wanted to make him angry so that he would finally pay attention to you and that you would have good sex when you went to his apartment. But you didn't expect that he would be so jealous that he would want to fuck you in one of the restrooms in his company.

“You’re so wet, love. Bet you’re ready for my cock, hm? Or should I make you wait more and finger you first?” he asked, kissing your neck and using his fingers to play with your pussy, making you feel good.

“N-no!” you whined, wanting to feel him inside as soon as possible. “I’m ready. I need you, Chenle. Please, baby, let me feel you.”

“Needy slut.” he said as he pulled down his pants and underwear. He stroked his cock a few times, rubbing it against your pussy and slowly entered you, not wanting to hurt you.

You gasped and your eyes rolled back as he thrusted into you slowly. He adjusted his position, grabbing your hands and keeping them behind your back as he started pounding into you relentlessly.

“Oh my fucking God, Chenle!” you moaned, biting your lower lip to keep quiet – it was hard considering how rough he was at that moment.

“Shut up, Y/N. Be quiet, I'm the only one who can hear your moans.” his grip on your hands tightened as he pushed his cock deeper into you, his head falling back and lips parting slightly.

Moans continued to slip out of you as the head of his cock slammed into the spot that made you go crazy. He placed one of his hands to your mouth, silencing you.

“I love your pussy.” he groaned, pounding into you deeper. His movements were becoming sloppy and you felt your orgasm approaching.

He let go of your hands and grabbed your hair, pulling it harshly. You clenched around him, making him moan slightly.

“Shit,” he rubbed your clit as he continued his movements inside you. “You feel so fucking good.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your orgasm hit you. Chenle groaned as he felt you clenching around him again and buried his head in your neck as he felt himself coming inside you.

You were both silent for a moment, trying to regulate your breathing. He carefully pulled out of you, turning you around to kiss you.

“You made me so jealous.” he said, resting his forehead against yours.

[inspiredwriter]

Inspired by Lewis Carroll's "Alice Through the Looking Glass"

*In Stefany's apartment. In the living room*

Stefany: *Sitting on the bed, wrapped in a blanket and hugging Fanny Lou* Aw, I'm so sad that my Leo isn't back from his evening patrol yet...😟🥺💖💝💓💞 My house feels so empty😔

Fanny Lou: Mmmh...🥺🐶💕💓💗 Wow!😃💡 Wow!😄🐶✨ *Jumps out of Stefany's arms and runs into Stefany's room* Wow!😆🐶

Stefany: Haha, Fanny, where are you running, haha?🤭😄 *Enters in her room and sees Fanny sitting next to the chessboard* Ah, Fanny, you found my chess set😃🤗♟ *Takes a pawn out of the box and, after examining it, places it on the table* I wonder if there were roles to choose in chess, who would Leo and I play?🤔🥰💖🩷💕 *Raises her head and sees a mirror in front of her* Huh, how strange, there wasn't a mirror here before...😧🤨🪞 *Touches the mirror and it starts to glow* Ah, Fanny, this is not just a mirror, it's a passage to the Looking Glass😲🤩✨🪞 *Removes her hand and the mirror stops glowing* Do you think I should go there?🤨

Fanny Lou: Wow!😃🐶 Wow!😆✨

Stefany: *Strokes Fanny's head* Yeah, you're right😉😁 Although, wait, Leo will be worried if he doesn't find me in the apartment...😨😥💓💞💘 However, this is the Looking Glass Kingdom and time moves differently there, which means I'll be back on time🤔😄🪞 Leo probably won't even notice me left🤫😁💞💗💝💕 *Walks through the mirror and disappears*

Fanny Lou: Wow!😃🐶 Wow!😄😁

*In The Looking Glass*

Stefany: *Looks around* Am I in Looking Glass yet or not?🤨 Hmm🤔 *Looks at the picture on the wall next to her and sees the backs of Casey and little herself holding hands* Ah, haha, why do I see your backs, big brother?😃🤭

Casey: *Turns to Stefany* Because this is Looking Glass, everything is upside down here😉😁

Little Stefany: All the pictures here are from the back😄🖼

Stefany: So this means I really am in Looking Glass!😃✨🪞 But where is my doggie?😧😟🐕 *Looks at her feet and sees a chess set walking* Oh, my!😲 My chess set can walk😃✨♟ Maybe it knows where Fanny is?🤔🥺🐕 Excuse me, chessmen?...😄♟ How strange, they can't hear me..😕 I must have become invisible🤨😟

Page Pawn: *Stands on the table and cries* Help me!😱 Help me, please, you're highness!😫💦

Anastasia!White Queen👑: Oh, how terrible, my little page ended up on top😱😰 *Tries to climb up the table leg, but she can't and keeps slipping*

Stefany: Oh, I'm sorry, friend, it's me put the pawn on the table😯😅⚪♟ *Takes Anastasia in her arms* But I'll help you now😉🤗 *Puts Anastasia on the table*

Anastasia!White Queen👑: Huh, how did I end up here?..😧🤨 *Runs up to the pawn and hugs him* Don't be afraid, boy, your queen is near😄🤗 My husband and I will help you find your mother😉😌👩‍👦

Page Pawn: *Grabs Anastasia's dress* Thank you, your highness😖🥺💓💞💝

Anastasia!White Queen👑: *Shouts down* Mikey, watch out for the volcano!😨🌋💖💗❤💕

Michelangelo!White King👑: *Shouts up* What volcano are you talking about?!😧🤨🌋💝💗💕

Anastasia!White Queen👑: I don't know, but this volcano threw me and the pawn up!😥 Go up the usual way!🥺💝💘💞

Michelangelo!White King👑: *Tries to climb up the table leg, but he can't and keeps slipping*

Stefany: Haha, if this keeps up, you won't climb up there, let me help you🤭😅 *Picks up Mikey and places him next to Anastasia*

Michelangelo!White King👑: *Hugs Anastasia* You were right, my love, this kind volcano dropped me off with you two😃🥰💗❤💕💖💝 I must write down this adventure in my book immediately so I never forget😄🤗📖✨🌋 *Takes a book out of his pocket and it gets bigger*

Anastasia!White Queen👑: *Takes Mikey's hand* That's all very well, Mikey, but let's get down to business first😅😗🩷💘💞 Our little page has lost his mother🥺👩‍👦💖💗💕

Michelangelo!White King👑: Oh, of course you're right😯 We must help our subjects first😉🥰💝❤💕 *The book shrinks and he puts it back in his pocket* Let's run😄💞💖💝 *Runs away with Anastasia and the pawn and mysteriously slides down the shelves of the bookcase*

Stefany: It's amazing, my friends also live in this strange world😃✨ It's also amazing that this book got bigger in Mikey's hands...🤔📖⬆️ In our world, books are smaller them their owners, not the other way around...🤨😕 I wonder if the books from the bookcase will get bigger🤨 *Takes a book out of the bookcase* Phew, no, the book fortunately stayed the same😌🤗📖 *Tries to read the book but the text is upside down* Oh, of course, I have to hold this book up to the mirror to read it😯😃✨📖🪞 *Takes book up to the mirror and reads a poem*

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

      And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

      The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

      Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

      And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

      And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

      He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

      He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

      And the mome raths outgrabe.

Phew, a very beautiful poem, but it's not so easy to understand...😮‍💨🤔 Oh, God, I've already forgotten why I'm here😯 I was going to travel through the looking glass, I'll probably meet Fanny Lou during my trip😃😁✨ *Leaves the room and flies down the stairs to the front door, without touching the steps* Oh, how wonderful😄✨ *Leaves the house but wherever she goes, she always returns to the front door* Oh...😲😟 I guess I should go straight ahead so I don't have to go back home again and again🤔😕🏢 *Walks straight ahead and again ends up on a hill* Oh, I see woman coming up ahead!😃✨ *Runs forward, but ends up with the woman behind her* Oh, I guess I should run back to meet her🤔 *Runs in the opposite direction from woman and ends up with woman in a black dress in front of her* Ah, Karai, it's you, I didn't...😃😄

Karai!Black Queen👑: When you speak, look me in the eye, be polite and don't twiddle your fingers😠😤 Tell the queen who you are and what are you doing here, but don't forget to add "your majesty"😠⚫👸

Stefany: *Curts* Excuse me, your majesty, my name is Stefany and I...😰 wanted to go up this hill to see the Looking Glass Kingdom😟🥺🪞

Karai!Black Queen👑: Well then, I'll take you up there, child🤔😑 *Takes Stefany's hand and leads her to the top of the hill* Enjoy it if you want😏

Stefany: *Looking down* Oh, how beautiful😃✨ The Looking Glass Kingdom is like a chessboard, I'd love to play a pawn in the game, but most of all I'd like to be a queen☺😊👸

Karai!Black Queen👑: That can be arranged, Stefany🤔😏 You are a pawn now and you are on the second line☺ You can get past the third square on a locomotive, on the fourth you will meet the brothers Tweedledee and Tweedledum, the fifth square is flooded with water, on the sixth you will meet Humpty Dumpty, the seventh square is overgrown with a dense forest, but a White Knight in a blue bandage will lead you through it😄

Stefany: A White Knight?😃😍💞💘❤💝 He is probably the most handsome here😍💓💖💕💗

Karai!Black Queen👑: Don't interrupt me!😡 And you should thank the queen for her kind explanation😤😠

Stefany: Ah, my apologies, your majesty, thank you very much for the explanation😅 Please, continue on😊

Karai!Black Queen👑: Well, when you reach the eighth square, you will become queen and we will throw a feast to celebrate😏😄🎉🥂 Good luck to you, and it's time for me to leave you, I have urgent royal business👋😄 *Dissolves*

@swagreecrow

[semperama]

for the setting prompt:

032.   a quiet hospital room please! 💓

Daniel panicked, when it happened. He might have seemed calm, but inside he felt like an engine that couldn't shift gears, revs climbing higher and higher until he was sure he'd combust. Max wouldn't let him call an ambulance, so he had to grit his teeth and half-support, half-carry Max to his car, white-knuckle his way through the dark streets with Max groaning and clutching his stomach in the passenger seat.

Appendicitis. What a joke. Daniel always thought if he ended up visiting Max in the hospital, it would be because of their job, because of a crash, something far scarier than this. It's only fucking appendicitis, and yet he couldn't stop his fingers from shaking as he sat in the waiting room, couldn't sit still, his knee bouncing up and down. He bit his cuticles bloody. He kept checking his phone, like someone was going to call him and tell him everything would be okay.

When Max is finally out of surgery and Daniel gets to go back to the room to see him, Max is sitting up in bed and grinning, and it all feels...surreal.

"You told my mom she does not need to come, right?" is the first thing Max says to him. "They say I can go home in the morning, and I will be fine to race next week."

Daniel checks his watch. It's 4:00 in the morning, and they've been here a little over three hours all told. He updated Sophie when the surgeon came out and told him the appendectomy went smoothly, but she was already at the airport, and Daniel doesn't blame her.

"She'll want to see you anyway, Max," he says. His voice is hoarse. He clears his throat. "I think you scared us all a bit."

Max pulls a face. "It wasn't my fault, of course."

"Of course," Daniel agrees, but that didn't make it any less terrifying.

Max shifts in bed, then grimaces, his hand going to his middle. Daniel rushes to his side, but he has no idea what to do when he gets there, his hands hovering uselessly in the air. "Want me to call someone?"

"No." Max settles back against the pillow and his face smooths out. "They said it was normal to be a little sore. I really am fine." He looks up at Daniel's face, then grins. "You did not have to wait here all night. You should go home and get some sleep."

They would have had to drag Daniel out if they wanted him to leave. He keeps seeing Max's face in his head, pale and sweaty, contorted in pain. What would have happened if Daniel didn't get them to the hospital in time? What if Max hadn't woken him soon enough? Knowing Max, he probably laid there in bed for far too long, not wanting to worry Daniel or inconvenience him.

Lately, Max has been spending the night at his place more and more, passing out right after they fool around, and Daniel hasn't known how to feel about it--until now. Now he's so fucking glad they were together last night. Now he never wants to be apart from Max for a single second.

"I told the nurse I was your boyfriend." It comes out of Daniel in a rush, his voice breaking on the last word. He had no idea if they'd let him stay if he didn't lie, and what was he supposed to say, anyway? Max is a guy I sleep with sometimes? Max is my teammate, my friend, but we haven't talked about what else we are?

"Okay," Max says slowly. The grin slides off his face, and his brow furrows. "That is okay."

"Is it?" Daniel can hear his voice climbing in pitch, but he can't seem to stop it. The room is quiet, except for the soft hum and beep of whatever monitor they have Max hooked up to. The whole hospital floor is quiet; it's the middle of the fucking night and a terrible time to be having this conversation. "We haven't even...we never talk about it."

Max frowns at him. "You hate to talk," he says. "Any time you feel like we are about to have a real conversation, you make a joke."

"Yeah, well. I guess that was before I thought you were gonna fucking die." Daniel runs his hands up through his curls and then down his face, digging his fingertips into his eyes. He can't look at Max for this part. "You scared the fuck out of me, Max."

"Daniel." Max's voice is soft, and when Daniel makes himself open his eyes to look at him, he sees that Max is holding out a hand to him. "It is okay."

Daniel takes a deep, shaky breath, blows it out slowly, and then slides his fingers into Max's. His palm is warm and dry, not clammy like the one that shook him awake a few hours ago. And Max is smiling again, the corners of his eyes crinkling with it. Daniel wants to climb into the bed with him. He wants to kiss him. He wants to hide in him until everything feels safe and normal again.

But then, maybe safe and normal have been overrated, in their own way.

"You want me to be your boyfriend?" Max asks, and maybe it sounds like he's teasing Daniel, but maybe Daniel deserves it.

"It sure seems like you need someone to take care of you, yeah," Daniel says. He means to match Max's tone, but he still sounds too serious, too on edge.

Max tugs a little on his hand, brings his fingers to his lips, and kisses them. It's a silly gesture, but it makes Daniel feel like his heart is going to explode in his chest.

"Maybe we can take care of each other," Max says, and then tugs harder until Daniel is leaning over him, kissing him after all.

"Deal," he says against Max's mouth, and finally, he smiles.

[btsficsandsuch]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write based on the post you did about pregnancy with Jin, about jin being overprotective over his wife's bump? 💓

I hope you like it! Sorry it took a few days.

Bump

“Jin I’m going to be fine. Please don’t worry about me.”, you say placing a kiss to your husbands lips. “I can’t help but worry. There’s going to be so many people at the airport. What if something happens?”, he pouts. You were trying your hardest not to laugh at the sight of him looking like a small child who just got scolded. “Look I understand you’re worried but you can’t keep me locked away in the house forever.”, you said walking over to him.

He placed his hand gently against your very large bump waiting to feel the baby kick, “I know that Y/N. I just don’t know what I’d do if something happened to either of you.” Before you could speak his phone dinged signaling the ride to the airport was here. He grabbed both of your bags and helped you down to the lobby before helping you into the car.

The ride to the airport was silent. Jin kept his hand on your bump while the two of you kept your eyes looking out of your respective windows. Once there, you had to admit there were a lot more people than you had expected and it made you a little nervous. Even though the fans were respectful for the most part, there will still the few that got too excited. Normally you didn’t care but now you were responsible for the life growing inside of you. “You ready?”, Jin asked taking you out of your thoughts. You nodded with a smile and took his hand. The head of security greeted you both and advised you to stay as close together as possible. Looking for comfort you squeezed Jin’s hand causing him to turn around. He smiled, “Just stay close behind me Y/N. We’ll be okay.”

The two of you began your way through the airport. The camera flashes were blinding you so you kept your head down and followed closely behind Jin letting him lead the way. You could hear lots of shouting, mostly fans just trying to get Jin’s attention but it was still anxiety inducing.

Your eyes were trained on Jin’s feet in front of you so you didn’t see the security guards quickly move next to you to prevent the two girls from getting closer. Unfortunately one of the girls tripped over her own feet and fell forward, right in-between the two guards and right into your side. Thanks to your large bump you lost your balance and ended up falling down to your knees.

Jin immediately turned around and bent down to help you up, making sure to sternly but still politely tell off the fans surrounding you. Once your were back on your feet he protectively wrapped his arms around you pulling you into his side and quickly whisked you away behind two large doors. You were thankful for the silence that allowed you to finally take a deep breath and wipe away the tears that you didn’t even realize had fallen. “Y/N are you okay? We should get you to the hospital.”, Jin said while checking you over. You shook your head, “No I’m okay. I just fell down to my knees. I’m just a little shaken up.” Jin was apprehensive but grabbed your hand and headed towards the plane, “Okay but when we get there we’re going to the hospital just to make sure.” You wanted to protest but you knew there’d be no point.

Once on the plane you got comfy in one of the chairs and took a big sip of the cold water that had been given to you. Not long after, Jin came over and sat next to you rubbing circles on your bump. When your eyes met his you saw tears threatening to fall. “Jin what’s wrong?”, you asked. His hand didn’t move from your bump when he sighed, “That was just so scary Y/N. I’m supposed to protect you and this little baby and I couldn’t do it. That could’ve been so much worse.” You nodded in agreement that it could’ve been worse but it wasn’t Jins fault. “Don’t say that. You can only do so much and no one would blame you. We’re here and where safe and that’s all that matters.”, you said running your fingers through his hair.

Jin pulled out his phone and began typing away. Just as he hit send you got a notification on your phone indicating a new Weverse post from Jin. You clicked on the notification and it made you smile,

“Army! As much as I appreciate you coming out to send us off please please please be respectful and thoughtful from now on, not only for us but also yourselves. One day someone is going to get very hurt and if that happens to be Y/N or our child I will NOT tolerate it. Take care! Love, World Wide Handsome.”

You smiled and placed your phone back into your bag. Jin snuggled in closer to you, his arm wrapped around your bump. “I love you Jin.”, you leaned down kissing the top of his head. “I love you too Y/N, and you too my little bean.”, he said placing a kiss to your bump.