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yourdoorisunlocked · 3 months

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Soldier of Spades - Husker Headcanons

𝐀/𝐍: Another request!! I definitely prefer doing headcanons, since they're quicker and easier to put together, then again this is more like a mini-fic in the form of bulleted point - Enjoy!! ^ ^

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𝐍𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 | 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚔𝚒

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🍺 The feline bartender had a rather neutral stance on your presence at first, being as indifferent as he was with anyone else.

🍺 Husker assumed that eventually, you’d become just like everyone else: bitching and whining to him over a glass of liquid courage during the late hours of the night.

🍺 But he was surprised to find that you seldom walked up to the bar to get a drink, much less actually talk to anybody outside of your usual hours.

🍺 Whenever you did visit the bar - albiet very, very rarely - The both of you would simply enjoy each other’s company in silence, and Husker found you were a nice change of pace from the chaos that would normally ensue.

🍺 You slowly grew accustomed to Husk’s presence - and he to yours - you became more familiar with him, and an unspoken companionship formed.

🍺 It wasn’t until one night at the bar, in an attempt to ease your nerves and escape from your past in the strangely comforting presence of a certain feline bartender, you noticed him playing with a deck of playing cards.

🍺 After a few moments of mesmerized staring, Husker spoke up with a raised eyebrow.

🍺 “Hey, kid. Lemme show you somethin’.”

🍺 He reveled slightly in the wide-eyed look of wonderment that you gave him when he pulled a few card tricks, admiring the masterful flicking, folding, and sleight of hand he displayed before finally taking a bow and leaving you dumbstruck. You'd never seen anything like that before.

🍺 "What? If all it took was a couple a' card tricks to knock you off your rocker, I don't know how you've been able to survive down here," Husker takes a swig of his near-empty bottle, though this time the stormy expression that he usually sported was replaced by a wolfish grin.

🍺 That fleeting thrum of your heart had left your nerves on end with excitement. Such a foreign feeling felt deliciously warm and dangerous at the same time, and you were eager for a taste of more.

🍺 After that night, you had grown even closer to the bartender, and your visits became more and more frequent with each passing day you spent as a security guard at the hotel. A unique, yet not completely unfamiliar job to you.

🍺 But like anyone else on the job, you'd needed a reliever at the end of a stressful day, though you preferred finding solace in another's company, rather than at the bottom of a bottle.

🍺 You'd long since befriended the gruff, rough-around-the-edges ex-soldier, and Husker too had felt himself drawn to you, in an unfamiliar way that made the tips of his fur stand on end; the last time he'd felt so close to someone hadn't ended well. But he couldn't help but drop his guard around you.

🍺 Decades of being alone with nothing - not even his own soul - had run the bartender ragged, but he pushed through in light of a new friendship.

🍺 One night, when you were feeling particularly comfortable with Husk, you'd accidentally spilled the fact that you, too, were an ex-soldier, a survivor and witness to the horrors of war.

🍺 "You too, huh?" You raised an eyebrow. "Were you...?"

🍺 He nodded and took another sip. "You, uh, tend to see some things out there, ya'know?" Husk looked to you, a flicker of something familiar that you had seen before, a grim acknowledgment shared between comrades on the battlefield. You knew that look all too well.

🍺 And Husker, one again, tried - and succeeded - to lift your spirits with one of his signature card tricks, though this time, it was a bit more complicated.

🍺 He smirked and raised a bottle towards you after shuffling the cards and pulling a few tricks with them. "Check behind your ear, kid."

🍺 Hesitantly, you reach behind your ear, your gloves tangling into your tied back hair momentarily before you felt something slip into your hand.

🍺 With a growing smile, and a small laugh you slipped the card from your locks into your hand and grinned up at Husk, who smirked back down at you.

🍺 The evening then passed like any other, and you quickly forgot all about your past, instead being whisked away from the theatrics of another one of Husk's stories and a few more tricks up his sleeve, promising to one day teach you the ins and outs of this strange game called 'poker' that he spoke so fondly of.

🍺 Once you'd gotten back to your hotel room, ever mindful of the quickly passing time and how early you'd need to rise in the morning for your shift, you flopped down onto your bed, the burn of alcohol fizzing down your throat and the fleeting happiness lingering and tightening around your heart.

🍺 You gripped the card in your ungloved hands with a small warmth flaring against your cheeks. An Ace of Spades was printed on the front of the card in a stark, inky black.

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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This one was experimental - much like the Lucifer headcanons - but definitely fun to make! I hope you all enjoyed it! Another request down, and I have more in store ;)

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𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @starsformydarlingmazel, @chitter-chatter, @hazzbindarlingg, @darkangel582, @matrixbearer2024, @prosciuttosblog, @frog-fans-unite, @mysterypotatoink, @burgerflipper72, @chibikochannumberone, @strawberry-gothic, @roboticsuccubus83, @lulurubberduckie, @fangirlanxiety74, @viviannagiorgini, @localmsifan, @justtnat, @karolinda007-blog, @mglawwica, @wonderlandangelsposts, @saitisfied, @repostingmyfavs, @weirdflower2024, @montis-posts, @sirens-and-moonflowers, @theperfectmangovoid, @slytherin4ever, @i-love-jafar, @itzlochnessie, @mariaclarade-la-cruz1, @susvale, @valentique, @twismare, @robin-the-enby, @v3n7s, @forbidden-sunlight, @leathesimp, @matemor, @groovybear99, @frompeach, @moonmark98

➺ 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑩𝒚 @cafekitsune - 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫!

#husk x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #yourdoorisunlocked #hazbin hotel husk #first time doing husk headcanons lmao

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myrararar · 2 months

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leshycat yapper x listener

except its bartender leshy yapping about different ways you can heavily injure someone to a extremyl drunk and violent Ming (yelleow cat) who will gladly take the advice

yk how its a “bartender listens to customer drinking it away” thing

yeah no lsshy just leaves his customers alone after giving the drink and immediatly goes back to Ming to keep yapping about the steps to ensue chaos

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punjikasthala · 3 months

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Bringing Back the Laughs: Nostalgic Quotes from 'Mind Your Language'

Hey there, fellow nostalgia enthusiasts and comedy lovers! Today, we're taking a trip down memory lane to revisit one of the most iconic sitcoms that graced our screens – "Mind Your Language."

If you're like me, you probably spent many evenings chuckling along with the misadventures of Mr. Brown and his diverse group of language students.

So, let's dust off those old DVDs (or stream it online, because it's the future!) and relive some of the timeless quotes that made this show an absolute gem.

"I'm the new teacher, not Miss Courtney. And I'm teaching English."

Ah, the classic line that introduced us to our beloved protagonist, Mr. Jeremy Brown. This line perfectly sets the tone for the cultural misunderstandings and comedic chaos that ensue in each episode.

"I trust you will all give Mr. Brown the same respect you gave me."

Who can forget the stern yet hopeful words of the school principal, Miss Courtney? Her optimism in the face of Mr. Brown's unconventional teaching methods always brought a smile to our faces.

"I know your grammar may be bad, but it's not that bad!"

Poor Mr. Brown, forever exasperated by the linguistic blunders of his students. This line captures the essence of his struggle to impart the finer points of the English language to a motley crew from all corners of the globe.

"I'm trying to learn English, not gynecology!"

Leave it to Ali Nadeem to inject a dose of unexpected humor with his quick wit and knack for inadvertently inappropriate remarks. This quote is just one example of the hilarity that ensues when language barriers collide with cultural differences.

"I'm not the Queen's English, I'm the King's Hindi!"

Ranjeet Singh's playful quips never failed to amuse us, and this particular line showcases his charm and charisma. His character added a delightful touch of Indian culture to the show, enriching the tapestry of linguistic diversity.

"I talk English, I talk English good!"

Juan Cervantes, the lovable Spanish bartender turned English student, endeared himself to audiences with his earnest attempts to master the English language. This quote captures his determination and infectious enthusiasm.

"If you are interested in football, there is a game between Arsenal and Manchester United tonight."

The ever-practical Giovanni Cupello often stole the scene with his deadpan delivery and no-nonsense attitude. This quote perfectly encapsulates his straightforward approach to language learning, peppered with his passion for football.

"Miss Courtney, I have to be teaching 'em, not nursing 'em!"

Ah, Mr. Brown's perpetual struggle to maintain order in his unruly classroom never failed to entertain. This line, delivered with a mix of frustration and resignation, is a testament to his dedication despite the chaos.

So, there you have it – a trip down memory lane with some of the most memorable quotes from "Mind Your Language." Whether you're revisiting the series or discovering it for the first time, these timeless lines are sure to bring a smile to your face and a chuckle to your lips.

#short reads #sitcom #quote #mind your language #mr brown #jeremy brown

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firstprince-ao3feed · 7 months

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Cowboy Like Me

Cowboy Like Me https://ift.tt/aSwUnGT by savedbytheBEL Henry was no stranger to passer-bys. Yet, this man seemed different. Henry served him and watched him take the five darts and leave. He didn’t see him for the rest of the night. The night was so busy that he had not one minute to notice how this mysterious man was leaving every single man playing darts in the dust. OR A cowboy AU in which Henry is a bartender and Alex a cowboy who passes through town swindling men. Chaos ensues ensues after they encounter each other. Inspired by Cowboy like me by Taylor Swift Words: 3631, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Percy "Pez" Okonjo Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: AU, Cowboy Alex, Bartender Henry, Angst, Porn With Plot, A LOT of Angst, safe sex, Bottom Henry, Top Alex, Rimming, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, a bit of after care, More angst, Cowboys, i don't know anything about cowboys, sorry about that, Angst with a Happy Ending, I promise, Eventual Fluff, Mutual Pining, Yearning, Longing, but for each other via AO3 works tagged 'Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor' https://ift.tt/kUc3wsT November 27, 2023 at 07:43PM

#IFTTT #ao3feed #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #savedbytheBEL

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demidruidart · 2 years

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Cuphead Ocs:

Plot:

I decided that it had been about 10 years post the DLC and that the cup bros are doing random part time jobs while helping Chalice look for a way to to leave the astral plane and eventually ended up working at the casino (likely do to Cuphead’s F tier decisions making). And in their free time end up finding a hidden part of the temple ruins with the help of a faerie creature named Carnifera who is a new resident of the city after moving away from the isle to be on her own and start working at the casino as a bartender and secret security. And end up having to track down it’s current resident; Pandora, who works as a burlesque dancer at a underground gay club and just so happens to also be Canifera’s gf and turns out to be a experiment by Dr. Kahl, using DNA from both the Devil and King Dice in hopes of making a alternate version of both, Pandora in some sense is literally a Pandora’s box. During the after math of the experiment Dr. Khal failed to keep her contained during a altercation causing her escape and eventual residence of the ruins and her learning their secrets. Shenanigans ensue and chaos erupts.

#artists on tumblr #cuphead oc #cuphead #devil oc #fairy oc #queer artist #queer oc

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sirenwitch22 · 26 days

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The Legend Of Vox Machina: Pimp AU

Characters:

Percy

Scanlan

Vex

Grog

Pike

Vax

Keyleth

OCs:

Willow

Ming

Char

Ink

Roles:

Scanlan: The pimp

Percy: temp pimp and the fixer of things

Vex: Percy’s girl

Grog: he’s here for the ale and drinks

Pike: nurse and “secretary”

Vax: Bartender

Keyleth: Part-time nurse and part-time receptionist

Willow: Grog’s bitch for reasons also a video star

Ming: Club singer and Video star

Char: Grog’s and Pike’s drinking buddy

Ink: Percy’s main squeeze and bitch

Who's the favorite between everyone:

Percy: Ink and Vex

Scanlan: Ming

Grog: Willow and Char

Vax: Keyleth

Pike: Ming

Willow: Char and Ming

Nicknames for everyone:

Percy: Pimp Percy, Percy the Twink, and The Doctor for unique videos

Scanlan: Short Pimp, stumpy-legs, dumbass sometimes, and Pookie (called by Ming)

Vex: Darling, V, Percy’s Mistress and sweetheart

Grog: Strong man, big man, and BEEFCAKE

Pike: Magic hands, mini buddy, wound mender, and short-stack

Vax: Emo boy, Angel of Darkness, and The Grim Reaper, but gay

Keyleth: Keke and Magical Safari

How they communicate:

In this world, the Vox crew has phones, and they all have different phone cases; they also have scrolls to communicate, like the scrolls used in TOH.

The building:

The Vox group lives in a big mansion with a bar, a studio, and their rooms. The main area is the living room, and next to it is the kitchen. There is the master bedroom. The first primary bedroom belongs to Scanlan. The others in the group have their rooms, of course. Ming and Willow share a room, and Char and Geno share a room, though they should never be in the same room together because chaos will ensue, and someone will get thrown out the windows, mainly Scanlan: just Scanlan and anyone else who is within the area of the two.

You can see the main Vox crew doing their own thing, Grog and Pike talking to each other in the kitchen. Vax and Vex are outside training together, while Ink, Willow, Char, and Ming can be found either in the living room or their shared room.

The four goobers:

Now, these four people embody what happens when you leave kids alone for five minutes in a white room. Ink and Char are making jokes with each other, while Willow and Ming are causing chaos by using their magic to mess with the others. And somehow, Char managed to leave the room, enter the kitchen, and get on top of the fridge.

Ming, Willow, and Ink can be found either outside talking with one another or the three doing a girl’s day out, but there are days when Ming and Ink would cause chaos together, and Willow would be on standby to stop them or just side-eye them.

Funny bits:

Willow sometimes waits by Grog’s door, hoping to get the hint, but he doesn’t understand the hint, and someone has to tell him that Willow is waiting for him.

Ink would sneak into Percy's room for midnight cuddles and late-night talks.

Sometimes, Ink has low energy days and often goes to Percy to get cuddles. Percy gives great cuddles, though he doesn't show many emotions.

There was one time when the group got drunk, and they all fell asleep in the living room. Ming was the first to wake, and she took a selfie of the others sleeping.

#critical role tlovm #oc #my writing

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jeonstellate · 2 years

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say the word

your exhaustion (and sudden crush on a certain bartender) somehow led you to your soulmate.

๑彡 lee seokmin x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 soulmate!au, bartender!au — kinda fluff(?)

๑彡 bulleted list format — 2.4K words

masterlist

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

following the multiverse theory, this specific universe lives in first words

soulmates are connected by the words that the other speaks to them the very first time they meet

for this universe, the daemon-in-command has slightly increased the difficulty of finding one’s respective other half

or, at least, she took the anxiety of finding the right person up a notch

all for the sake of entertainment, really

by only giving the very first word they will utter to their destined half

literally just the first word

just one

chaos never fails to ensue whenever people get their word tbh

“i didn’t even know ‘ugh’ counts as a word???”

“what— they literally started with ‘what’— hOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND THEM WITH THIS???”

“. . . great. i’ll meet my soulmate and the first word they’ll tell me is ‘fuck’. that’s just great”

and also whenever they finally meet their other half

*smack!* “aw! what was that for?”

“you literally gave me an ‘okay’ tattoo! wdym what was that for—”

“but??? you also gave me an ‘okay’ tattoo???”

literally everything’s popcorn-worthy ngl

since one’s soulmate mark might be highly identical to many, the daemon-in-command added another layer of confirmation

by making the tattoos look holographic once they meet their one

(idk if i used the right word— i meant like . . . the tattoos glimmers when hit by light or smth)

(y’know . . . like, it shimmers every time the angle of the light changes)

(think abt those holo pcs)

(idk if those even helped, but wtv)

the luckier soul pairs are the ones who at least have one braincell between them

aka the ones with a person who smartly ask “name?” before saying anything else to a stranger they just met for the first time

since that meant their — the person who asked’s — soul mark is a name

which makes things a little bit easier

or like, more comforting ig

anyway

you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t have preferred that name-pair mark

because

well

your word just so happened to be the most common word in the entirety of the english language

clue #1: it appeared in this work at least twenty-four times so far

(yes, i personally counted them myself)

clue #2: it was in the previous bullet before clue #1 — and it’s in this one, too

yup

that’s right

your soul mark says “the”

literally out of all the words you could’ve possibly end up with

you were chosen to be part of the continuously growing facebook page group

of unfortunate people who are given the word “the” as a mark

or alternatively, of unfortunate people who were destined with someone who failed to get into the program

you see

to lessen the chances of accidentally giving their soulmate a very common, highkey meaningless word, people of your generation started talking . . . kinda weird

take the name-pair example — instead of starting off with “what’s your name?” (and giving the soulmate “what’s” as their tattoo)

people often say, “name? what’s your name?” or smth of that sort

bc y’know

it’s preferable to have “name?” than “what’s” since it doesn’t leave much room for anxiety and overthinking

unfortunately for you, though

your tattoo certainly falls on the latter category — the one full of uncertainty and overthinking

you have no clue what your mark could possibly mean tbh

what are you and your soulmate talking about when you first meet?

is it a positive or a negative thing?

is the “the” like “the store isn’t open yet” or like “the sauce got in your clothes, did you know?” type of thing?

or maybe the “the” is “the one i want to love isn’t you” kind?

or even “the universe must’ve made a mistake”?

eh, who knows?

certainly not you, that’s for sure

thankfully, you tend to not dwell on the what-ifs of your soul mark

partly bc you’re too preoccupied trying to juggle your responsibilities

there are just too many deadlines, man

seriously

frankly, your life involves a solid routine

so there isn’t really a huge window for you to meet your one

you’ve pretty much met everyone that often exist within your routine, so you’ve already confirmed that your soulmate isn’t amongst them

which can only mean your soulmate must appear when you do something out of your routine

but those aren’t really easy to come by bc of your busy schedule

so yeah

not thinking abt your soul mark too much it is

in fact, you got used to basically ignoring your soul mark that

when you do do something out of your routine, you still don’t think abt it at all

just like right now, actually

currently, you are attending a farewell party for one of your friends

who is set to move away soon to live with their soulmate in another country

in a suburban house with a picket white fence

(ngl, ik those fences are nice and all, but what exactly do they do except add onto the house aesthetic?? they’re so short that anyone could literally step over them???)

(i just don’t see how they’ll help prevent any possible crime???)

(anyway…)

yea, that particular friend of yours sure does have traditional dreams

you’re not about to question them on their dreams tho

so let’s move on

you find yourself seating on a bar stool, alone and lowkey exhausted

actually, let’s rephrase that: you find yourself seating on a bar stool, alone and highkey exhausted

bc your friend literally just had to schedule their party on a friday

you get that most people consider friday as a weekend too, but dmn—

your weekday literally just ended hours before you were expected to attend

sure, there’s an interval time between them, but it’s only enough time for you to go home and get ready to go out again

you certainly didn’t have time to squeeze in a nap or smth

(i recognize this might be a very introverted attitude, so just think it was a hard, exhausting week and go with the flow)

just to reiterate: you’re tired

undoubtedly

but, even so, you don’t wanna go home yet

partly bc duh — you don’t get to go out that often

and plus, this might be the last time you see your friend for a while

and they’re literally feeding you for free . . . it’d be a waste you don’t take advantage of it, js

so, obviously, you just decided to recharge by isolating yourself from the action

and gather enough energy through that to socialize again in a bit

however

you didn’t include in your calculations that the person behind the counter would strike up a conversation with you

“the song . . . do you know the title?”

bartender dude asked you after handing you a glass of water you didn’t asked for

you turned to him

and immediately, you were rendered

speechless

jk, or you were just really tired that your comprehension is taking a while to load completely

whatever the case is, it took you a while to reply to the bartender dude

“water . . . you handed me water when i didn’t ask for one”

. . . except you didn’t actually reply to whatever he said when you did answer

but rather commented on whatever he just did instead

(yo, i think your brain short-circuited)

(either that or you’re deaf bc of the bg noise tbh)

thankfully, he took no offense

and just . . . laughed at you

“you looked like you needed one”

you don’t know if that was a good or bad thing

but you thanked him for his kindness, anw

bartender dude left you alone after that to tend to another customer

and, somehow, you found yourself following him with your eyes as you study him

from first glance, it was noticeable that he has a tall nose and a light melanin skin

he also appears to lean on the tall side, but you can’t be sure since you can’t see his shoes

for all you know, he may be wearing platform shoes — or those things you can put inside your shoes to appear taller, wtv those are

as you studied him longer, though, you noticed that he actually has a mole on his cheek

not to mention he tends to smile while talking — an act that often extends into his eyes

frankly speaking, you found bartender dude attractive as hell

that was why it kinda felt awkward when he caught you staring lmao

“can i know why you’re staring at me?”

uh-oh. you’re caught caught

good luck, buddy

you figured you should defend yourself and try to save yourself from embarrassment

but you were too stunned to speak

no one’s counting but that’s literally the second time he did that to you

and dude is literally just doing the bare minimum

“sorry,” you eventually uttered after failing to come up with an excuse

much to your great relief, he laughed

“you’re forgiven,” he accepted your apology with a smile, “but you should really check your wrist”

you paused as you registered his suggestion

“huh what why” you asked almost out of instinct

before looking down on your wrist

a part of you was relieved to find that your wrist was okay and still attached to your arm

by the way bartender dude made it sound, a part of you thought that something horrible had happened to your wrist

thankfully, that wasn’t the case

but the other part of you registered how the word on your wrist looks . . . different

it’s no longer dark-colored, but rather

its holographic

which means—

“i’ve lost my soulmate????” you panicked

literal translation: i’ve met my soulmate but idk which one they are????

which is valid, since you’ve met — and talked to — many people tonight

and it was the first time you looked down on your wrist

how can you find your soulmate now?

“name . . . what’s your name?” bartender dude broke you out of your panicked state

“[first name],” you answered while still in a daze

when he smiled again, your mind miraculously cleared, “it’s nice to meet you, [first name]. i’m seokmin.”

he offered his hand to you, but in a manner as though he was asking for yours — with his wrist facing up

and by doing so, he let you see his soul mark: a holographic “water” shining proudly under the bar lights

involuntary, you thought of the first exchange you had with seokmin

seokmin: “the song . . . do you know the title?”

you: “water . . . you handed me water when i didn’t ask for one”

truthfully, you didn’t want to jump into conclusions too fast

and embarrass yourself further in front of seokmin

so, to confirm your suspicions, you resorted to go about it subtly

“likewise,” you reached for his hand as your brain still strategized how to bring up the whole soul mark thingy. “so, about earlier . . . why did you ask if i know the title of the song?”

“oh, that. i was just checking if you were an actual guest of this event or if you just sneaked in” seokmin shrugged like it was no big deal, “the song that was playing that time was—“

“—‘only’ by leehi,” you completed his statement. “it’s juwon and mingyu’s theme song. bc it was the song that was playing when they first met.”

(i didn’t know whose names to use, so i just used theirs, lol. even if their story is no way connected here)

(let’s just say the couple in question didn’t neglect to tell all their friends abt their theme song so it’s reasonable for seokmin to use it as a secret code of sort)

(okay? okay)

“so you didn’t sneak in, after all” seokmin nodded to himself. “if we go with the same logic they have, then that means our theme song should be ‘only’, too”

bingo

bless seokmin for confirming your bond without you asking

he just saved you from possibly embarrassing yourself again

it is too early to think you love him already?

“let’s— let’s not go with the same logic,” you tell him. “besides, we haven’t gone on a date yet; our theme song should be the least our priorities”

seokmin chuckled softly, “you’re right. so how ‘bout we schedule our first one right now?”

and so, for the rest of the farewell party, you stayed at the bar — accompanying seokmin as he worked

“i’m not working! i’m here as a favor,” he corrected you after you pointed out that he should probably get back to work instead of just talking to you, “mingyu’s not paying me, so it’s okay if i slack off a little”

don’t get him wrong, though: he still helped out the people that approached the bar, he just wasn’t looking like he was available to be approached since he spent all his free time talking to you

you two ended up talking abt a lot of things, partly because both of you never seemed to run out of things to say

you weren’t not rlly sure if it was bc seokmin’s your soulmate or bc he’s just rlly easy to talk to

but either way

you never mentioned how you had to have him confirm your bond just for you to be sure

it was a secret you were willing to take to the ground, ngl

if it weren’t for your own compass telling you it would best if your relationship had no secrets

yeah

you did end up coming clean a couple of months later, after you two officially started dating

and

suffice to say

that conversation did not go the way you expected

at all

“did you know i had no idea you were my soulmate back then until you basically told me”

“i did know that, actually”

???????

*insert a person standing emoji here*

(times thirteen, maybe)

huH???

“remember when i asked you why you were staring at me back then? i was actually waiting for you to say something about us being soulmates

“but you didn’t. and then when i told you to check your wrist, you panicked about losing your soulmate

“so i figured you still didn’t know who i was then”

oh.

wow.

talk abt unnecessary anxiety

you lowk stressed abt admitting that to him, just for it to be for nothing??

hmph

not that you were complaining, ofc

you were just . . . too surprised

when relief started to take over, you eventually thought

huh. maybe back then really wasn’t too early for you to think you love seokmin, after all

#lee seokmin x reader #dokyeom x reader #seventeen x reader #lee seokmin imagines #dokyeom imagines #seventeen imagines #lee seokmin scenarios #dokyeom scenarios #seventeen scenarios #lee seokmin oneshots #dokyeom oneshots #seventeen oneshots #soulmate!au #bartender!au #lee seokmin #dokyeom #seventeen

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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

eijirou kirishima | f!reader, DARK CONTENT, drugging, noncon, but also the reader isn't not into it bc like...i have my limits okay, talk of vomit for a sec (no actual vomit), degradation, bondage, size kink, hair pulling, ripping clothes, slut-calling once or twice. minors dni!

— 3k words

"'S this what you need, Sweetheart? Y'need me to use you to get off while you just lie there and take it?"

"See somethin' you like, Sweetheart?"

"U-Um," you flush a deeper red than the stranger's hair and pray he can't see it under neon red lights. Either way, you've been caught red-handed, and recoil. "Sorry."

The stranger's crimson eyes soften before relaxing into a kind smile, and he lifts a dismissive hand. "I was just messing with you! That's on me."

He lifts a hand to scratch the back of his head and the smile grows wider, displaying the rows of predatory sharp teeth that shouldn't look as gentle as they do. You relax in the seat to his right, immediately turning to the bartender to order a funny named a drink. The redhead raises an eyebrow, leaning his arm on the counter.

"A Stranger Danger?" He nearly deadpans.

"Club Special," you shrug. You've never been particularly great at holding your alcohol, but this drink provides just enough punch for a buzz, aka what you need to get through the night. The bartender slides over a tall, rose-dyed wine glass without another word.

"Eijirou Kirishima," the stranger says with his sharp teeth, offering a large hand to shake. He looks comical next to you, all hunched over the neon bar while you sit up straight for your head to reach his shoulder, and as you take the handshake, can't help but notice how his palm eats yours like it's nothing.

"Y/N," you smile. His hand lingers before it pulls away, and he tells the bartender he'll have what you're having.

"So," Eijirou starts once his order has been placed. "You come here often?" You snort at the cheesy line, and the way Eijirou smirks implies he knows just how cliché it is.

"Sometimes," you shrug vaguely. The club's fairly new, so it's not as if you can say you've been going here for years. You lift the drink to your lips, the sugar-crusted rim tickling the corners of your mouth. "You?"

He shrugs, "When I want to get out."

You nod at that and offer him your glass with a raised eyebrow. Eijirou shakes his head, lifting a glass of his own. Your nose scrunches.

"Beer?"

He takes a sip before answering, lips white from the foam before his tongue licks them over, "Stella Artois. Want some?"

Your eyes shift between your dainty glass and his not-so-dainty one before you snort, "I'll pass."

Eijirou shrugs, reclining back in his seat and beer in hand, "Suit yourself."

You pat your back pocket for your phone, but when you realize there's a loss of weight on one side, you pat your right buttcheek to realize you left your wallet in the car. Fuck.

"Uh, hey," you say, knocking the redhead on the shoulder. You figure he's trustworthy enough, and the bartender always keeps an eye out for you anyway. "I'll be right back—left my wallet in the car."

Eijirou nods at that as you push away from the counter practically shaking your head at how distracted you can be sometimes. Seriously, your wallet?

At least the bartender didn't ask for your ID. Yikes.

You slam the car door shut with a huff, wallet finally in hand as you trudge back to the bar. When you return, Eijirou's got the beer lifted to his lips and greets you with a small wave as you sit down.

"Long time no see."

You giggle while grabbing your glass by the neck. As the club starts to fill out, you begin to shrink into your shell—throwing the entire drink down the hatch fixes you right up, though.

"Oh wow okay, looks like we're just going for the whole thing, then," Eijirou chuckles as he takes a much more civilized sip of his. You smack your lips with a satisfied aah.

"Gotta get the buzz going somehow," you wink, before getting comfortable in your seat. Alcohol warms your veins already, prompting your body to start pulse in time with the bass of the music. Eijirou smiles, watching you.

"You like this song?" he asks softly, before adjusting so you're both sat the same way—elbows and backs against the counter, facing the club and all its chaos. You shrug.

"I guess. I've never heard it 'till now."

He tosses his head back onto his muscled shoulders in a chuckle, and you watch the entire act in slow motion. The glint of his teeth in the neon lights, how his chest balloons and quivers under the weight of a bellow. You find yourself staring much harder than you intend to, but he doesn't seem to notice, eyes locked on the dance floor.

"Touché, touché," he says upon recovery. The alcohol in your veins turns to syrup and time starts to blur more than you're used to it being, body so light and weightless you have to pat the chair to make sure you aren't floating. That usually doesn't happen.

"You okay?" Eijirou frowns when you falter. You pull a smile and nod.

"Mhm," you say, though silently panicking when you feel like you're falling out of your seat. You grip the countertop just in case. "Mhm, yeah."

He raises an eyebrow, "You sure?"

"Yeah," you nod, before clearing your throat. Your body flashes hot then cold, and you wonder if you shouldn't have taken that drink down like you did. "I'm um—I'm going to go to the bathroom, one sec."

You're unsure if Eijirou says something as you leave because you pour all your energy into stumbling across the obnoxiously loud club, filled with too much bass and pandemonium for your liking. You're suddenly overwhelmed by everything and your esophagus goes numb at the thought of vomiting, but you make it to the singles bathroom just in time to shut the door and control your goddamn stomach.

With a sigh, you rest your head against the cool sink. The incessant buzz of the overhead lights is much, much better.

You take a deep breath and flick on the sink. Ensuring it's as freezing as it can possibly go, you launch some into your face. You don't even consider ruining the amount of work that went into your outfit today, because ultimately you aren't sober enough to give a shit, blinking back at your reflection to find it fairly blurry. You nearly stumble and fall, but your vice grip on the counter keeps you alive.

"You okay?"

The second you step back into the noisy club, Eijirou's there—with his sweet sharp-toothed smile, he's posted next to the bathroom door and you find yourself grappling his jacket for stability.

"Whoa—Careful now," He chuckles at your sloppiness with a lifted eyebrow. You blink once, twice—the spots floating in your line of vision don't disappear. His hands snake around your waist to keep you from falling and eating shit, and you dig your forehead into his muscled chest.

"Gotta—I gotta go home."

"Okay," Eijirou soothes softly upon realizing how utterly shit-faced you are. "How'd you get here?"

"Walked," you groan and nearly cry, looking up at him with a pout. Eijirou coos.

"Well, no offense but I don't think you're good to walk on your own, Sweetheart."

His voice is heady with something you can't quite recognize, but it's comfortable, and you melt into his chest with a weak nod.

"Mhm."

"Can I help you home?" He offers with a kind smile. You nod, fists gripping his shirt in tufts.

"Yes please."

"Oop—careful."

"I am al—hic—always so fu—fucking careful," you slur. Your body has gone so numb that Eijirou gave up and resorted to carrying you bridal style the rest of the way instead. But he has to set you down so you can stuff your keys in the door, but you can't even do that right.

"Need me to do it?"

"No!" You puff your cheeks, trying twice more before you successfully get it in the keyhole. "'Mma strong independent woman who don' nee' no mahn."

Eijirou chuckles, and using his big shoulder, opens the door to chauffeur you inside. Neither of you get very far, maybe halfway to your room, before your legs give out and the only thing that saves you is the hand on your waist.

"Down this hall?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You nod so profusely it gives you a temporary headache.

You blink and you're in your bedroom, your front hitting the sheets with a soft thump. Huh. Maybe he carried you the rest of the way. With a face full of pillows, you groan at the new and improved position as you feel the bed dip behind you, and Eijirou grab both of your wrists.

"You're so cute, you know that?"

Something soft and silk ties your fists behind your back. You recognize the material as the belt from your robe, tossed carelessly on your bed during the chaos that ensues every time you get ready for the club. It's not until you try to pull your hands apart that you realize they're tied tight.

"Pulling is only going to make it tighter," Eijirou says with an absentminded sigh, like he's done this before, and trepidation spikes in your chest once he raises your hipbone and slides a pillow underneath to angle them, the only way you could break free—especially with the new grip on your hips.

"Ei—" you try to squirm, legs kicking blindly into the space behind you, but once he seizes your thighs he's sitting on your calves to keep you in place. There's the undeniable sound of cloth ripping and your behind is suddenly met with cool air, prompting a shiver or two.

"Eijirou, what are yo—"

You're interrupted by a stinging slap to your ass and a growl. "Don't tell me I gotta gag your pretty mouth too, Sweetheart."

His voice is low and sharp with a threat, his grip tightening around your thighs.

"You're soaked already? Fuck...and I bet you taste so sweet too..." he bites back a groan in thought, sliding a finger down your slit.

He clicks his tongue but it's damn near mocking. You gasp as he fills you with two large fingers instead of one, body tensing as the alcohol-induced numbness fades in favor of amplified arousal. Eijirou chuckles at your reaction.

"Taking it so well already," he purrs, hand caressing the crest of your ass. In your defense, there isn't much you can do but take it. Ah-ah, Sweetheart—Speak up for me."

"O-Ow," you hiss when your head is wrenched. upwards via your hair to expose your broken moan. Eijirou's grip only tightens after you complain, and you can feel his hot breath ghost the base of your neck. His thumb finds your clit and doesn't move, it just sits there as heavy weight—and it's just as frustrating as it is teasing.

"Ei," you rasp into the pillow, voice hoarse and thick. "I nee—fuck, more—"

"More?" He chuckles derisively, shaking his head with a tut. "Two fingers and you want more? Fuckin' slut."

Each word is loaded with something pitifully mocking and if you were in any other position you would've curled a lip and spat back. But that's a little hard with your face in the pillow and Eijirou's weight above you, isn't it? You shake your head against his fist until he lets go in favor of crackling a solid hand against your ass.

"Oh, you like that, don't you Sweetheart?" He grunts and his fingers increase in speed, the lewd squelch bounces off the walls of the bedroom and echoes in your head in the most insulting way. "My fingers fill you up that good?"

"Y-Yeah, I—" you choke around drool that gathers in the corners of your mouth and shake under his palm. "Fuck me Ei, I nee—"

The quick spank cracked against your ass shakes you from your thought process. "Dirty fucking girl—you really so desperate to let a guy you just met fuck you like this? So goddamn easy."

But he's removing his fingers regardless, stuffing them between your swollen lips as he assumes the space behind you. You hear the quiet fumble of his belt and the run of his zipper, before you feel his hot cock pressing against your soaked entrance.

Eijirou pushes in with a groan, his free hand finding your hips to keep them in place. Your legs thrash as he fills you up with a pleasurable burn, and by the time he bottoms out, you're positive he's filling you up all the way to your lungs.

"Fucking hell," he heaves above you, and the fingers in your mouth disappear to grasp the sheets. You shake along with him, back straightening in a poor attempt to alleviate the burn—and he barely gives you a second to breathe before he's pulling out and slamming back in.

"Fuck!"

You jump each time the head of his cock rams against your cervix, feet scrambling in a poor attempt to escape. Eijirou growls and puts all of his weight in his hips to ensure you'll stay still, a big hand smushing your face into the sheets.

"Sing for me, Sweetheart—I wanna hear ya."

Your voice cracks as Eijirou speeds up, simply using you for his own pleasure—but maybe that's what excites you the most.

"Ei—"

"'S this what you need, Sweetheart?" He spits, and you can feel the sweat dripping from his shoulders onto your exposed back. "Y'need me to use you to get off while you just lie there and take it?"

You whimper uselessly and nod, but Eijirou growls, yanking your head up for a proper answer.

"I said, don't you?"

"Fuck I—" he hikes your hips even higher for a better angle and gets one, the head of his cock forcing a scream out of your lungs as you yelp, "I do!"

"'Course you do," he chuckles, and drops your head back onto the pillow, "'Course you fuckin' do—"

"Ei-Eiji—" you gasp like you've been underwater forever. "I can't, I nee—"

"Dumb little baby can't even speak," he coos, before his hand finds the sides of your neck and squeezes. "What? Whadd'ya need, Sweetheart?"

And honestly, you're not completely sure what you need, you just know you're chasing after *something—*and Eijirou's got you sprinting after it while you melt into the sheets into a hot, gooey mess. You think the split ends of EIjirou's hair ticking the back of your arms, but you aren't sure. The only thing you are sure of is the burn between your legs and the feeling of being very, very close.

"'Mma cum!" You squeal, the vein in the side of your neck bulging. Eijirou grunts and slides a calloused hand under your stomach to play with your clit, hissing as you squeeze around him.

"Awe, the little slut's gonna cream all over my cock?" He coos, and you're positive his hips speed up just a bit. The grip on your neck slides to the hands tied behind your back for leverage. "Yeah she fuckin' is—I can see your eyes rolling back already."

And he's right, because the weight of your orgasm knocks the wind out of your lungs and your lips round to form and 'o'. You couldn't say if you screamed or not, as the ringing in your ears peaks with your orgasm. The only reason you know Eijirou finishes is because his hips stutter to a stop while you lay face down in the pillow, heart thrumming against your ribcage.

"Hey, you okay?" Eijirou nearly scrambles to get your back on your chest. You know this type of thing gets him nervous, but he does it oh so well, and there isn't much you can do but smile at the ceiling lazily.

"You just railed me into the sheets and you're asking if I'm fine?" You snort at your boyfriend's frazzled appearance—and the afterglow doesn't help, his chili red hair sticking in every other direction except the one it's supposed to.

"Yeah," Eijirou doesn't even hesitate and then gives you a quick peck on the lips. His voice edges on a petulant whine as he says, "I was rough, Sweetheart."

"Because I asked you to be," you quirk an eyebrow and finally, the redhead stumbles to your joint bathroom butt naked. "And don't forget to wet the towel this time!

A little shuffling in the bathroom, and then:

"That was one time!"

"And my vag will never recover!" You holler back. Eijirou just snorts before the white noise of a running sink takes possession of the conversation, and you scoot to the section of your shared bed that isn't soiled with a sigh.

You roll onto your side and come face to face with a framed selfie of you and Eijirou on your first date. Next to that one is first anniversary, second anniversary, third...

Now you're edging on the fifth, comfortable enough where he's walking around with his soft dick out and you've given up in swatting at his hands every time they grab for your tits. You two are comfortable—this is comfortable.

Eyeing the bathroom door, you still hear running water. Sneakily, you reach for the drawer where Eijirou keeps the the ring he doesn't know you know he hides. But frankly, you're the only one who cleans this goddamn house, so it wasn't like you weren't going to find it. You open the red velvet box to blink down at a diamond ring, thumb caressing gem. It glimmers even when the lights are low, and you can't help but be jealous of it—which is silly. You know it'll be yours anyway. The ring is always smoother than you expect it to be, but that thought doesn't last long, because you quickly toss it back into Eijirou's drawer and assume a less suspicious position upon hearing the sink turn off.

"What?" he asks with a small grin as he walks in with a wet towel in hand. "You're giving me that weird look again."

You snort, rolling your eyes before adjusting so you face the ceiling again. Spreading your legs, you demand, "'S nothing. Now clean me up, big boy."

Eijirou huffs at that but he assumes the space between your legs with a light blush. You smile.

He'll do it. When he grows the balls.

#—𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 #CLUB 777 #mha smut #kirishima smut #bnha smut

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celestialarchon · 3 years

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Celebrating 600+ Followers

i can’t believe i’m writing another celebration post less than two days after my first

this has been rotting in my head all day and might become a series in the future

Genshin Impact x F!Reader | Modernish AU | warning: it’s cute!

“I hope you don’t mind, we gave you a student teacher as well. It’s only fair since you were given the most troublesome class,” Headmistress Ping smiled at you warmly.

“Ah,” You nodded, “Thats fine.”

The elder woman patted your back, “Genshin Academy is truly lucky to have you. Your track record is impressive and you have an extremely rare vision. I think you’ll get along fairly well with Mr. Aether, he’s a good kid.”

You smiled at her, honored by her words. Genshin Academy, the elite and prestigious school, had taken you as a teacher. The education system was impressive and diverse, teaching elementary to college aged students. You were given the first year elementary school students and now a student teacher as well. No matter how troublesome the class may be, having assistance would be appreciated. If it didn’t, the extraordinary pay would make up for any issues you had.

The older woman walked you to the doors of the building and then left you to prepare yourself. Clutching your class roster, you stepped in and made your way to your classroom. When you entered your room, you were greeted by a young blonde man. He introduced himself as your assistant teacher and made some small talk before leaving you to prepare for the day. You appreciated his thoughtfulness as you tidied the room up a bit, smiling at your class pet, Dvalin.

Soon enough, the children poured in and greeted each other and you. Aether returned to the room, beaming at each child. You took attendance, ticking off each name as they all answered. Qiqi, Teucer, Klee, and Diona seemed to be the most lively of them all. They were also marked with asterisks as the worst “troublemakers” but so far things were running smoothly.

“Welcome, my name is Miss Bright,” You beamed at the children, “Let’s have a good year, okay?”

“Wow, you’re very pretty Miss Bright!” An energetic Teucer exclaimed.

Klee squealed, “I’m so excited!”

Diona scoffed and Qiqi nodded in agreement. You went through the motions, following your detailed curriculum perfectly. There were two separate general subjects, academics and control. One was simple enough, teaching the kids by the book. The other was all about assisting your students in controlling and growing their abilities as vision users.

By the end of the day you were exhausted. Soon enough the week flew by. As Friday came, you were exhausted. Most people had made these kids out to be terrible and mischievous, and in some ways they were. Yet, you had already grown very fond of all of them. They were much more tame than you had expected, save for some explosions and outbursts. Now you were stuck as some of the children were late being picked up.

“I hope my big brother gets a girlfriend like Miss Bright. She’s so nice and pretty.” You overheard Teucer whisper to the last three kids.

“Oh yeah!” Klee’s whispers weren’t whispers at all, “She’s like a princess. My brother is a prince. I wish he’d marry Miss Bright.”

“Tch,” Diona intervened, “Honestly, I wish Miss Bright had adopted me instead of that annoying man at home.”

“Qiqi thinks Xiao and Zhongli would like Miss Bright a lot.”

You giggled at their words, they were too sweet. Aether chuckled overhearing them as well and waving you off.

“Go finish up your paperwork, I’ll take care of them.” The cheerful blonde nearly pushed you out the door.

You sighed and made your way to the office up front. Paperwork was such a drag, not nearly as fun as over hearing those brats gossiping. The paperwork ended up taking up the rest of your time. By the time you were done you wanted to scream. As you left the office, a handful of coworkers approached you and invited you out. No was not an option as they insisted you let them treat you.

You were exhausted as they led you to their favorite bar. Aether followed like a lost puppy and you sighed.

“You can’t drink can you?” You questioned him.

“Ahhh,” Aether started but was interrupted.

“It’s fine! I know the owner. He doesn’t have to drink he can just babysit us.” Venti exclaimed.

Poor Aether couldn’t get out of it either. Once you entered the bar, things blurred. Immediately, your coworkers bought you many drinks. Venti was especially aggressive about drinking. The short music teacher was babbling to an extremely handsome bartender with vibrant red hair.

The scarlet haired man seemed to be a bit annoyed by the drunken chaos ensuing. Amber was giggling crazily and the school nurse, Baizhu had cornered a tall man with amber eyes, and Ganyu was petting you. Aether was awkwardly fidgeting, stone cold sober. Eventually, your poor student teacher ended up having to call a cab and carry you home. He was forced to try and navigate to your cozy apartment by unlocking your phone with your drunken face. It took way too many attempts.

You awoke the next day with a pounding headache and over a hundred notifications. The night was still a blur so you proceeded to try and take care of yourself. Aether was kind enough to go out and buy you some pain medicine and left it on your counter with your keys. It was embarrassing how you couldn’t find any memories of your adventures in liquor.

The weekend flew by until Sunday night came and your phone buzzed. You looked down and horror filled your body. Tomorrow was parent conferences. It wasn’t mandatory for parents but encouraged. Suddenly, you were tearing through your apartment trying to prepare for the upcoming doom.

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Before you knew it, parent conferences were upon you. Aether wasn’t attending because it wasn’t mandatory and you insisted he go home and rest. He had done so much for you already, you didn’t want him to suffer through it with you. You looked up as somebody knocked on your class door and opened it to see two beautiful blondes.

“Hello, is this Miss Bright’s room?” The woman’s blue eyes met yours.

“Yes,” You held your hand out, “Hello, I’m Miss Bright.”

The woman shook your hand, “I am Jean, Klee’s guardian. This is her older brother Albedo.”

The young man’s beautiful eyes bore into you as he shook your hand. You stepped aside and gestured to the tables in your room. The two took their seats and almost immediately a tall red haired man sauntered up to you.

“Hello!” His tone was cheerful, “I’m Childe, Teucer’s older brother!”

“A pleasure to meet you, Childe. I am Miss Bright.”

“Ah,” a crooked smile formed on his lips, “The pleasure is all mine. You are just as beautiful as Teucer claimed.”

You blushed and laughed nervously, but before you could answer he was shoved into your room. He turned to glare at the two dark haired men in the doorway. Huffing, he found his way to a table and sat.

“So annoying.” The shorter of the two men scowled.

The taller one sighed, “Hello, Miss Bright. My name is Zhongli, and this is my cousin Xiao. We are Qiqi’s foster family.”

Xiao stomped past you, Zhongli followed him quickly. You didn’t have time to introduce yourself to either of them before they sat down.

“How rude,” A smooth voice came from your door.

Two men stood there, a tan man with dark hair and a very familiar red head. Internally, you groaned at the sight of the bartender. It was going to be a long conference wasn’t it? You were glad you had organized your agenda so well.

“Diluc. Guardian of Diona, and this is my brother Kaeya.” The redhead said almost sternly.

He strolled through the doorway to sit at a table, all four families spread out. Kaeya winked at you and followed his brother. Now you were sure the night would be long.

No other families came, and you were left alone with the strange bunch. In the back of your mind, you were thinking of your roster and the asterisks. The irony in all of it was that the troublemaker’s parents were the only ones who showed. The room was quiet, families only talking among themselves. You cleared your throat and introduced yourself once more, starting in to your very planned speech.

A short time had passed but it felt like years to you. You felt incredibly awkward but continued on. Childe raised his hand which nearly made you laugh but you contained your amusement and paused.

“Yes?” You called out to him.

The lanky man smirked, “I’m sorry but what sort of vision do you use?”

“I will address that later on.” Your voice was kind but also stern.

This response earned several looks from the families listening. All of a sudden, their full attention was on you. The change of atmosphere had put you on edge. You tried to continue on but Childe stood abruptly.

“That’s an interesting response.” He chuckled.

“Tartaglia!” Jean intervened, “Thats enough.”

Kaeya kicked his feet up on the table, “You can’t say you’re not curious though, right? It’s only natural we want to know. This school has just as much focus on vision skills as academic skills.”

You were beginning to grow irritated. The children were more respectful than the adults. Composing yourself, you sighed. Nobody denied Kaeya’s words, although Zhongli and Jean seemed to disapprove of the attitude.

“As i said before i will-“ you were interrupted again by an arrow of water, you easily side stepped it.

Jean stood, sword in hand and glared at Childe. Diluc shoved his brother’s feet off the table and scowled. Albedo yawned while Xiao clicked his tongue. Zhongli merely observed the scene. Childe cackled at Jean which only angered her more as she dove at him.

You opened your mouth to say something but were forced to dodge a cold sword. Kaeya grinned at you but was yanked back by Zhongli. The room was in utter chaos. You gritted your teeth and once more tried to remain calm. Another arrow narrowly missed your ear and you felt yourself become enraged. Kaeya dodged Zhongli and thrust his sword at you but was stopped by a sharp pillar of light.

“That’s enough.” Your voice was cold as you used your own weapon to shove the pushy cryo wielder away from you.

As if by magic, suddenly everyone stopped to stare at you. Quickly, they sat down. Albedo’s eyes were alert now, he was suddenly interested in every word you had to say. Even Xiao seemed to have a better attitude.

You continued your speech without any further interruptions. Finally, the end was in sight.

“And to answer your earlier question,” You pushed your hair back behind your ear to reveal your vision on an earring, “I am a light wielder. I will not take any questions on it. Have a wonderful night and thank you for coming.”

You turned and exited your classroom quickly as murmurs spread across the room. Light visions were only gifted to those who were recognized by multiple gods. Light was a strange element that could mold itself and change to take shape of different elements, although it wasn’t perfect. Elemental mastery took a lot of time and the light could only bend to your will for short periods of time. Using light as anything other than itself could backfire easily. Ontop of the many complications, attaining a light vision meant going through a crisis so terrible that multiple gods had to intervene. It was a blessing and a curse.

As you headed home, shivers ran down your back. You couldn’t help but feel that you were being watched or followed. You shook it off and returned home. It was just paranoid thoughts after a rough night.

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After the conference, you seemed to be plagued by the families. Outside of work you ran into them constantly. It was nerve wracking.

“Miss Bright, Teucer loves you so much. He’d love to see you on the weekend. We could get lunch and then have a play date with him. What do ya say?” Childe grinned at you as you exited your classroom.

“Sorry, sir” An arm slid around your shoulders, “But i’m afraid she has plans for this weekend.”

You looked up to see the school librarian with a tight smile. Lisa was so kind, saving you from his shameless flirting. Although, she often seemed to flirt with you as well. You couldn’t really tell if she was being nice or flirting though.

He scowled and turned. Lisa laughed and squeezed you tighter. She escorted you out of the building, telling you about the new books the library had just received. Her eyes twinkled as you laughed at her puns and asked her questions about being a librarian.

“Excuse me,” A deep voice said “May I have a moment of Miss Bright’s time?”

You turned to see Zhongli, one of the only reasonable guardians you’d met. So far you’d not seen him after the meeting so you felt safer around him. Even Jean had appeared before you several times, though it didn’t seem intentional. You weren’t entirely sure but you’d swore you’d even seen Xiao lurking around when you were out.

“Of course,” You waved Lisa off.

She frowned and kissed your cheek before sauntering off. Zhongli raised his eyebrows as you laughed, clearly embarrassed. The nerve of that woman sometimes.

“Sorry, she’s a friend but she’s very affectionate,” you apologized quickly.

“Hm,” Zhongli nodded and stared at you intently, “I’m sorry to bother you but is there a way I could schedule another meeting with you? I would like to hear about Qiqi’s progress.”

Your heart nearly melted. He was so kind and it was refreshing.

“Of course! How about this weekend?” You beamed at him.

The two of you scheduled a conference lunch and parted ways. From afar, Diluc grimaced. He was curious about Diona’s behavior in school. She was a very moody child. Furthermore, he was curious about you. Kaeya had also pestered you for a date so the scarlet haired man was trying to find the right time to ask you. He didn’t want to come off the way he was sure Kaeya did.

“I would also like to attend the meeting.” Xiao announced to Zhongli once he got into the car.

“Too bad,” Zhongli chuckled “It’s one on one, you’ll have to schedule your own.”

Xiao huffed at his words. He disliked the idea of the two of you doing anything one on one. He couldn’t decide whether he was jealous of you or Zhongli. He decided it was you, since both Qiqi and Zhongli seemed to be infatuated with you. He clicked his tongue, Zhongli merely smiled, and Qiqi demanded coco goat milk.

“Does she like science?” Albedo questioned Klee.

“Miss Bright likes a lot of things I think.” Klee said, ice cream smeared on her face.

“I want to know more.” Albedo stated.

Klee grinned, “More ice cream?”

Albedo nodded, only hoping Jean wouldn’t catch them.

This new job had many opportunities open up for you. With so many people in pursuit of you, who would you choose?

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hotmesshapa · 4 years

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VIP • Bang Chan

pairing: bang chan x female reader

genre: smut • DJ!chan x stripper!reader

rating: 18+

word count: 4.6k

warnings: strong language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, slight jealousy, very light orgasm denial and spanking, a bit of fluff

a/n: this is the first fic I’ve written in literal years and I have no idea what I’m doing, so I’m sorry in advance lol. also shoutout to these lovelies for being interested from the start 🖤 @mikoto-ica-fics @missskzbiased @bratforbin @jungkooksbroski

There are three strict rules in the club: no touching the strippers, no romantic work relationships, and absolutely no sex in the club. Your manager had everyone sign off on his rules for a reason; you didn’t even want to imagine the chaos that could ensue if everyone was allowed to do whatever they desired in the club.

However, whenever Chan was DJing on the nights you worked, you always considered blowing off those rules. But you knew better. You both enjoyed your jobs at the club and wouldn’t risk getting fired over something as stupid breaking the few rules, despite the obvious sexual tension between the two of you. It’s not your fault that he always came into work wearing tight shirts that clung to his muscles in ways that made you drool. It’s not your fault that he flirted back whenever you playfully hit on him while handing off your playlist for the night. It’s not your fault you noticed the way his eyes hungrily stared you down whenever you were on the main stage, or the way his jaw clenched in jealousy whenever you took a guest to the VIP room.

But rules are meant to be broken, right?

Tonight starts out no different from any other work night: greeting the other girls and bartenders, taking a quick shot of tequila for an extra boost of confidence, and digging through your purse trying to find your flash drive of songs you want played for your routines.

“Got anything new for me, babygirl?”

You snap your head up at the sound of the handsome DJ’s voice. “Hello to you too, Chan,” you reply, rolling your eyes. He shamelessly checks you out and gives you a cocky grin that you can’t decide if it makes you want smack him or pounce on him “You know if Minho hears you speak to me like that, you’re in a world of shit.”

“Then it’s a good thing he’s not here tonight. But even if he was, he wouldn’t dare fire me. I’m the best DJ this club has.”

“Well then, fuck my drag,” Changbin pipes up from behind the booth, shooting a glare at Chan. “If you’re so great, set up your own table then.”

“Don’t listen to him, Binnie,” you giggle as you go back to searching for your flash drive, “He just likes to think he has all the power around here.”

Changbin scoffs as he continues to set up his mixers. “Only when you’re around. The other girls would kill to have him flirt with them.”

You feel your cheeks flush at the comment, but try your best to ignore the feeling as you turn back to Chan and hand him your music. “I have some new songs for tonight. Feel free to play whichever ones you want to watch me dance to.”

“Jesus,” Changbin rolls his eyes, “get a room, you two.”

You shoot Chan a quick wink, earning a smirk from him, and turn around to head to the dressing rooms, well aware his eyes are glued to you as you leave.

You close the door behind you and set your purse down on the vanity, checking your phone and cursing at the time. You hadn’t realized that your mini flirting session took up more time than expected, and start frantically getting ready, changing into your black satin two-piece that left very little to the imagination and applying a generous amount of body highlighter to every exposed part of you.

As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you can’t help but think about what Changbin had said. You and Chan flirt all the time, and normally it doesn’t affect you, but something about Changbin’s comment has your head spinning. Something about discovering Chan only flirts with you just makes you want to break the rules even more, but you don’t want to risk your jobs just because you desperately want him to dick him down. You wouldn’t do that to him. You sigh and slip into your stilettos, checking your appearance one last time before stepping out onto the main floor for your night to begin.

The night had been running smoothly as usual: three pole routines with the songs Chan chose from your collection (all by The Weeknd, of course), and a few rotations around the club flirting with guests, giving a couple of lapdances. You have a generous amount of bills tucked into your thong and bra, and you pull them out to count, trying to smooth them out and make them look somewhat presentable. You make your way to the DJ booth, where you find Chan leaning against the wall beside the booth, scrolling through his phone and sipping on a beer, while Changbin is behind the table, engrossed with the set he was playing.

“Here,” you say, handing Chan his tip. “You made some really good choices tonight. I had a feeling you’d choose The Weeknd.”

“What can I say,” he smirks, “You can’t just give me the option to play his hottest songs and not expect me to do anything about it. Especially when I get to watch you dance to them.”

He suddenly leans in, closing any space there was between you two. “By the way, your routine to ‘Life of the Party’? So. Fucking. Hot,” he purrs, looking straight into the eyes.

“Chan,” your voice falters for a second, your eyes unintentionally dropping to his lips, before bringing them back up to meet his stare. You clear your throat in efforts to recover, desperately trying to ignore the heat rising in your core. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

“Come on, Y/N, would that be so bad?”

“God, I can’t leave you two alone for one set, can I?” Changbin slides himself between you and the other DJ, throwing an arm over your shoulder and playfully wiggling his eyebrows at you both.

You elbow him in the ribs, earning a dramatic cry from him in return, and you can’t help but giggle. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Three shots? Maybe four? I don’t remember.” He hums in appreciation as you hand him a wad of cash. “I can’t believe I’m gonna pay this month’s rent with your ass money,” he laughs, trying to shake off as much body glitter from the bills you handed him before sliding them into his wallet.

You roll your eyes. “I can give you tit money, if you pref-“

“There’s my baby!”

The three of you spin around at the familiar voice, coming face to face with a young man, his dark hair grazing his eyes as he shamelessly checks you out.

“Jisung! I was wondering when you’d show up!” Changbin greets the man with a typical bro handshake, before swinging an arm around his neck. “Here for the usual?”

“Of course,” Jisung smiles at you, “It’s not a Friday night without a visit with Y/N.”

Jisung was one of your regulars; he came in every Monday and Friday to book private lapdances with you, and only you. The first night he booked you, he almost immediately admitted how enamored he was with you, and ever since then, he refused to book with any of the other girls. And to be fair, you might have allowed him to break one of the rules, letting him grab your ass, hips and breasts as you danced, especially since that always earned a better tip from him. But now, while he still did request lapdances every now and then, he mainly booked you just to talk, and fortunately for you, he still tipped generously. He was an assistant to a big-time music producer, a job that came with a handful of stressors that he just needed to rant to someone about, and you were always willing to be there to listen.

While the relationship you and Jisung formed over the past year is strictly platonic, that hadn’t stopped Chan from developing a slight sense of jealousy. And to make matters more complicated, Jisung was well aware of that tension and loved to push the DJ’s buttons, much to your chagrin.

Jisung shifts his focus to Chan, giving him a cocky smirk that you know will be followed by a snarky comment. “I’ve been dying to see this pretty lil’ lady all day. You don’t mind if I steal her away, do you?”

“Of course not,” scoffs Chan, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need my permission. She doesn’t belong to me.”

“Awww. And I know that must be difficult for yo-”

“But she doesn’t belong to you either.”

Jisung says nothing for a moment, before cocking his head at the DJ with a smirk and stepping towards him. “Oh? Is that so? I don’t see anyone else going to the VIP room with her the nights I’m here.”

“Guys-” you feebly try to take control of the situation, but your words fall on deaf ears.

“Y/N is a human being, not a fucking dog, Jisung. Nobody ‘owns’ her.” Chan crosses his arms against his chest, looking the younger man dead in the eye. “If anything, considering you’ve been coming here and paying her the big bucks, for what, a year now? I’d say she’s the one that owns you.”

Jisung smirk immediately disappears and you swear you can feel the air between the two men flood with tension. But within an instant, he smiles again, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Now, now, there’s no need to get your panties in a twist. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her and have some fun for the both of us. If you want, I can tell you all about it later.”

You quickly glance at Chan, his fingernails digging into the skin of his biceps, his jaw clenching so hard he looks like he could bust a vein in his neck.

“That’s enough,” Changbin interjects, massaging his temples in frustration. “Come on, Chan, you’re in the booth next. And Jisung? Just remember the club rules-”

“I know, I know,” Jisung rolls his eyes and turns back to you. “Shall we, baby?”

You nod, silently praying that Changbin will calm everything down once you leave, and the two of you head to the VIP room. Jisung opens the door follows you inside, jumping in surprise when you slam it shut and shoot him a glare, and he only laughs in response. “What? If you can tease him, why can’t I?”

You sit on the maroon leather couch in the VIP room, counting your tips and mentally making sure you had enough to pay your upcoming bills for the month. Jisung had left about twenty minutes ago, and the lack of muffled music from the main floor indicates that it’s finally 3am and the club is closed for the night. You release a long sigh, slouching in your seat and resting your head back on the couch. You close your eyes, your mind still reeling from everything that happened. Everything about tonight shocked you. Usually, Chan was good at hiding his jealousy, since the last thing both of you want was to scare away potential guests, or for Minho to notice. But Chan talking back? His reaction to Jisung’s last jab before leaving for the VIP room? Those were new.

You have never seen Chan that jealous, and if you’re being completely honest with yourself, it was fucking hot. Thoughts of Chan not only standing up for you, but also being possessive of you, and what he could do to you out of jealousy filled your head, and you feel a sudden tingle shoot down to your core. Everything in you knows that you shouldn’t fuck Chan. There are rules, but you can’t stop your mind from imagining all the possible sinful acts you could do with him that you would do anything for at this point. You know that would be a bad idea, but the delicious wetness pooling between your thighs shoves any inhibitions you previously had out the door.

Fuck the rules.

You walk out onto the empty main floor, letting out a breath of relief to find Chan packing up his mixers - alone. You tap on the booth to get his attention, giggling when he jumps in surprise.

“You’re still here? I’d thought you’d be gone by now.”

“I was just counting tips,” you reply as you glance around the club, making sure you two were truly alone. “Chan… about earlier-”

“Yeah... sorry about that.” He lets out a long sigh and runs his fingers through his dark, messy hair, the tips of his ears turning pink in embarrassment. “I don’t know what came over me. I just... you know I get a bit jealous sometimes, and that prick was being extra annoying about it tonight.”

“Not gonna lie though, your clapback was pretty great. And hilarious,” you nudge his arm with your elbow.

He laughs. “Yeah, well I’m glad you thought it was, because Changbin sure as hell lectured me about it for a solid 15 minutes.”

A comfortable silence falls between you both as Chan goes back to packing up the table. You chew on your bottom lip, trying to figure out the best way to ease any tension that might be lingering, and to bring up what you truly want from him. “Chan... Jisung and I just talk when we’re in the VIP room. Nothing happens-”

He shakes his head, keeping his focus on his current task. “You don’t need to tell me, Y/N. It’s honestly none of my business what you do with the guests. Like I said earlier, you don’t belong to me.”

“But what if I want to?”

His head snaps up to meet your gaze, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling at the look of utter confusion on his face. You lean in closer, lips inches away from his, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Y/N… w-what are you doing?” Chan shakily asks, his stare flicking between your eyes and your lips.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.” With that, you close this distance between the both of you, and you practically feel him melt into your touch. His wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, kissing you with such an intensity that ignites a fire in your core. He backs you up against the wall of the DJ booth, pressing his hips against yours and gently rolling them into you, making you moan against his lips.

Chan hesitantly breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or regret. “Y/N. The rules. I don’t want you to get fired-”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the rules at this point,” you purr, placing kisses along his jaw and neck. “Do you?”

He breaks into the biggest grin you have ever seen, and it makes you smile in return. “Fuck no.” His lips come crashing onto yours, deepening the kiss to the point where it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, indicating how desperately both of you have been wanting to do this.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.” With that, you close this distance between the both of you, and you practically feel him melt into your touch. His wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, kissing you back with such an intensity that further ignites the fire in your core. He backs you up against the wall of the DJ booth, pressing his hips against yours and gently rolling them into you, making you softly moan against his lips.

Chan hesitantly breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or regret. “Y/N. The rules. I don’t want you to get fired-”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the rules at this point,” you purr, planting kisses along his jaw and neck. “Do you?”

He breaks into the biggest grin you have ever seen as he brings a hand up to gently cup your cheek, and you can’t help but smile in return. “Fuck no.” His lips come crashing down onto yours, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you instantly give him. You can feel his hard on growing beneath his jeans as he rolls his hips against you once more, making the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Hey, so I’m done-”

Changbin’s voice abruptly interrupts your heated rendezvous, making you frantically scramble out of Chan’s arms and dive underneath the table, while Chan quickly pretends to continue breaking down the DJ booth.

“You guys are literally the least discreet people I know. It blows my mind that you haven’t been caught yet.” You can’t see him, you just know Changbin is shooting Chan one of his signature death glares, intended for the both of you. You poke your head out from behind the booth, which only gets you dramatic eye roll from the other DJ. “Just don’t make a mess and don’t forget to lock up,” he grumbles as he turns to leave. “Oh, by the way bro, you got shit on your face.”

You glance up at Chan, giggling at your lipstick smeared along his lips, jaw, and neck, the bright red color prominent against his pale skin. He narrows his eyes at you, and you innocently mouth the word “whoops”, grinning as he rolls his eyes.

As soon as you hear the doors close, Chan pulls you to your feet, lifting you up and pinning you to the table. He attacks your neck and collarbones with rough kisses, but thankfully not rough enough to leave any marks that’ll need to be covered up for your next shift. Desperate for more, you wrap your legs around his waist and grind your hips up against his, smirking against his lips as he groans into your mouth.

Chan begins to plant wet kisses down your stomach as his hands frantically move from your hips to his belt. He begins to undo the buckle before you grab his hands to stop him, which only gets out a small whimper in confusion from the man. “Not here,” you lean up to pull him closer and playfully nip his bottom lip, before grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling it so he’s looking you straight in the eyes. “The VIP room.”

Chan’s eyes darken with lust as he harshly kisses you again, deepening the kiss to the point where it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, but it makes the heat between your legs grow by the second. You let out a yelp in surprise as he lifts you into his arms without warning, making his way to the infamous room where he’s watched you lead guests into night after night.

The second he steps into the VIP room, it’s as if both of your desires are kicked into overdrive, the desperation for what you’ve been waiting for all this time becoming almost unbearable. You take his bottom lip between your teeth again and tug on it lightly, relishing the way his grip on your ass tightens exponentially. Chan kicks the door closed, not breaking the kiss for one second as he sits down on the leather couch, positioning you so that you’re straddling his lap. You can feel his prominent bulge underneath the rough material of his jeans as he ruts up against your clothed heat, and you whimper as you grind against him, desperately wanting more and trying to indicate how much you want him need him now. You feel his hands firmly hold you in place, halting your motions and making you whine in frustration, which only earns you a low chuckle in response.

“Use your words, Y/N. Tell me what you want.”

You roughy kiss him and swivel your hips against him, smirking when he releases a throaty groan against your lips. You take a hold of the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him away from you so you can look him in his lust-filled eyes. “I want you, Chan. All of you.”

Chan smirks, giving you a quick kiss before lifting you off his lap, pulling down his jeans and flinging them off to god knows where. You hastily rip off your two piece and toss it haphazardly across the room, giggling when Chan pulls you back into his lap the second you’re bare in front of him. His gaze is locked on your form, taking you all in before looking back into your eyes. He stares at you as if you are a goddess, and you feel your cheeks flush from the attention.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mutters, his hands sliding up and down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He brings one hand to your jaw, pulling you into a searing kiss, his other hand taking hold his rigid member and sliding it through your sopping folds, making you shameless moan aloud. “Ride me babygirl,” Chan mumbles as he begins to kiss and nip at your collarbone, “take what you want from me.”

With that, you slowly lower yourself onto his cock, keening at the way he deliciously stretches you out, finally giving you the taste of what you’ve been wanting for so long. Chan throws his head back, screwing his eyes shut, a sinful groan falling from lips as you sit on him completely. Giving yourself a moment to adjust to his size, you wrap your arms around neck and pull him back so he’s meeting your gaze. You take his hands and intertwine them with yours, pinning them behind his head as you begin to ride him, slowly lifting yourself off him before quickly dropping back down. A string of illicit moans and curses falls from Chan’s lips, his hands firmly gripping yours, desperately trying to keep himself from breaking your grasp and taking control. He trails wet kisses down your chest, licking your nipples before taking them into his mouth and rolling them between his teeth, making you whimper and lean into his touch. You pick up for pace, admiring the way his face contorts into different expressions of pleasure as he throws his head back and looks up at you with glassy eyes.

“S-shit babygirl...”

His bout of self control doesn’t last much longer, because the next thing you know, Chan rips his hands from your grip, placing them on your hips as he begins to thrust up into you, meeting your movements halfway, hitting you in just the right spot. He moves a hand from your hips to rub firm circles against your clit, making you cry out in pleasure.

“F-fuck... Chan- oh my god...”

You try your best to continue to ride him, but you feel your thighs getting weaker and weaker with every thrust. You feel the pressure in your core building to the point of complete euphoria, when he lifts you off of him completely. You whine in frustration, feeling your high fade, hating how empty you feel without him buried inside you.

“Don’t worry baby,” Chan chuckles at your protests, suddenly flipping you around and positioning you on all fours on the couch. He places a tender kiss on your shoulder blade, before moving up to nibble your earlobe. “You’ll get to cum soon enough.”

He aligns himself with your entrance and eases into you, the new position allowing him to fill you deeper than before, making you both release illicit moans at the feeling. Chan slowly retracts his rock hard member from you, only to instantly plunge back into you, taking no time to pick up the pace, slamming into you at a rate that’s making you see stars. The momentum of his actions force you forward on the couch, making you cling desperately to the armrest in attempt to stable yourself, praying your shaky legs won’t completely give out underneath him. Suddenly, a sharp slap comes down on your ass, making you cry out and clench around him.

“Fuck... you like that, baby?” He massages where his hand had landed, only to spank your ass once more.

“G-god, yes Chan... p-please... harder.”

You feel another slap, come down on your other cheek, this time much harder, and you can’t help but moan loudly at the feeling, the delicious sting causing your grip around his cock to tighten exponentially. You hear him let out a low groan as his hips begin to slap against yours at a brutal speed, and you feel the knot in your stomach begin to unravel again.

“C-Chan, I’m... I’m close...”

“I know, babygirl, I can feel you.” Chan leans over you and plants rough kisses against your neck. “Go on, Y/N, cum for me.”

With his permission, you come undone around him, your release white hot, hitting you like a train and making your mind go completely blank as he continues to roll his hips into you, helping you ride out your high. Your legs feel useless under you, but thankfully Chan’s firm grip on your hips keeps you from collapsing from exhaustion. His thrusts start to become more and more erratic, desperately chasing his own high, groaning at the feeling of your tight pussy still throbbing around him. You can tell he’s close, and clench around him hard, smirking as you hear a string of curses fall from his lips, his hips rutting and quivering against you as he paints your walls white, and you hum in content at the warm feeling.

Chan slowly pulls out of you and falls back on the couch, gently pulling you so you’re laying on top of him. You leans up and playfully nip at his bottom lip, making him chuckle.

“That was...”

“Amazing,” you giggle, burying your face into his chest.

A comfortable silence falls between you two, and you eyes flutter close as you bask in heat the radiates from his body. He absentmindedly run his fingers lightly up and down your back, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” He quietly asks, as if he’s hesitant to bring it up again. “Do you want want to belong to me?”

You look up at him, and you swear you can feel your heart expand at the way he’s staring back at you with so much hope and adoration. “I do... god I really do, Chan, but you know we can’t. We barely manage to flirt without getting caught, so this has to be one-time thing-“

“I got offered a job at a different club,” Chan quickly blurts out. “It has better hours, more creative freedom since I wouldn’t be DJing for strippers... If I took it, would it change things?”

“You’d do that? But you love this job.”

“I do, but not gonna lie, I mainly love it because I get to see you.” His comment makes you blush, and you bury your face in his chest again if efforts to keep him from noticing, which only gets you a soft laugh as he gently tips your chin up to face him again.

“Honestly, if it means I can do what we just did with you whenever we wanted, without having to worry about stupid rules or anything, then fuck yeah I’d take another job. The only downside is I won’t be able to watch you dance when I work.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, laughing when you just roll your eyes at him.

You sit up, positioning yourself so that you’re straddling him once more. “That just means you’ll have to come back here as a guest.”

“Hmmm...” he mumbles as his eyes travel up and down your body, his hands reaching around and lightly squeezing your ass. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to follow the club rules though.”

“Don’t worry about those,” you purr, leaning down and nibbling on his ear, earning a quiet moan from him. “If you become my regular, all the rules are off the table.”

“I like the sound of that.” Chan gently cups your jaw and pulls you into a tender, but passionate kiss.

You smile against him, running your fingers through his hair, before pulling away slightly, your forehead resting against his. “Then I’m yours, Chan.”

“And I’m yours as well,” he whispers, pressing one more kiss to your lips, before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the couch, earning him a yelp from you. He lays you down on the couch, hovering over you with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. “What do you say, let me show how I can really treat you in the VIP room?”

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hedgy-hog · 3 years

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Updated: December 31, 2021

Welcome to my masterlist! Here, you can find all of the work I’ve published so far. Each piece will be categorized by character and will be continuously updated as more work is released. Fics are 18+.

Read it all on AO3!

Masterlist below the cut:

CLYDE LOGAN:

A Pinch of Cinnamon: 3.4k | Read on AO3

Clyde and you have conflicting schedules, Clyde being a bartender and you a baker, but you always find the time to be in each other’s company

Any Other Day: 2.1k | Read on AO3

It's Clyde's birthday. So what? It's like any other day. Right?

Cider & Speckled Leaves: 1.8k | Read on AO3

The first signs of Autumn are evident, and you spend it the best way you know how: sipping on homemade apple cider on the porch with your love. For now, the rest of the world can wait.

Stroke of Midnight: 2.3k | Read on AO3

New Year’s Eve is always busy at Duck Tape. As it grows closer to midnight, will you really go through with kissing your boss?

PHILLIP ALTMAN:

Fish Eyes: 5.9k | Read on AO3

Phillip and you spend Rosh Hashanah together with his family. Chaos ensues.

The Haze (Three In): 3.2k | Read on AO3

Your best friend, Phillip, has always been trouble. When he plops down the bag of joints in front of you is no exception. But with a smile like that, how could you resist a bit of trouble yourself?

HENRY MCHENRY:

The Muse: 8.6k | Read on AO3

You fall hard and fast for him, the comedian who has captured every inch of your soul. But your love is swift, and when Henry leaves suddenly in the middle of the night, how do you go on?

CHARLIE BARBER:

Cricket Song: 2.5k | Read on AO3

Charlie is exhausted. Auditions for the lead role of his new play are leading nowhere. Frustrated, he comes back home to you in need of a simple favor.

Let Yourself: 12.3k | Read on AO3

When Henry befriends a boy at the park, Charlie finds himself gaining a new friend as well in a single parent. But as the days pass, and the text messages grow in abundance, so does Charlie's apprehension. He can't afford to lose a good thing. But when you smile at him like that, the risk may be worth it.

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jamesmydeer · 4 years

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drunk marauders hc

i posted this earlier, but it didn’t show up in tags :(, and since i’m a sucker for validation, i’m posting it again :) i hope you enjoy!

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james

- james is constantly drunk on life

- needs no alcohol to have fun

- don’t get me wrong, he drinks at parties

- but his main goal is for everyone else to have fun

- he has such a big heart, even when there's fire whiskey being pumped from it

- he will only rest when remus is at least buzzed, then he will allow himself to let loose a bit more than usual

- is a social drunk at the beginning

- says hi to everyone, and introduces you to them as if you don’t go to the same school

“this is my girl, y/n”

“we’re aware of who she is, prongs”

- once he's made his rounds and embarrassed you a handful of times, he gets wild

- does sirius have something to do with it? duh.

- any idea sirius proposes, james is down for

“let’s go get your broom and fly around the common room”

“okay!”

- or

“let’s go invite peeves”

“sure!”

- once james has had his fix of attention from everyone else, you can’t get him away from you

- not that you’re complaining or anything

- he keeps you closer than usual

- if you’re sitting down, he pulls you onto his lap

- if you’re standing beside him, he pulls you in front of him and wraps his arms around you from behind

- when someone comes up to talk to you, he becomes throughly annoyed

- he tries to be patient, but when has he ever actually achieved that?

- so after a while, he just begins to sigh loudly

- the person you’re talking eventually gets the hint and leaves

- james smiles proudly and pulls you away

- he gets tired pretty easily when he’s drunk

- when he pulls you up the stairs to his dorm to sleep, of course surius points it out

“get some, prongs!” followed by a chorus of “ooh”s

- he makes the cutest mad face in the world

“i just want snuggles, pad *hiccup* foot”

- and he gets them, of course

sirius

- two words: flirty drunk

- not towards everyone

- just you... and maybe james

- wastes no time in sipping

- had two drinks down before the party even starts

- terrible pickup lines

- i mean, truly horrible

- he gets upset when you aren’t impressed

- extremely touchy

- we’re talking ten times touchiest than usual

- plays with your fingers when you’re sitting down together

- hugs you when you’re standing up

- and he usually seems like he’s going to crash pretty early on in the night

- but then he gets a random burst of energy and you don’t see him for an hour or two

- which you don’t mind, the quiet is kind of nice

- but then he comes back with peeves and chaos ensues

- this boy loves attention

- he needs everyone to like him so much

- but like, you more than anything

- so when it’s his turn to do karaoke, he shows out

- he stays focused on his little performance, but sneaks glances at you to make sure you’re watching him

- and smiling

- he inevitably crashes again

- then he’s touchy again

- which means he’s sleepy

- but he doesn’t want to go to sleep, because he’s having fuuuun

- tries to get more to drink, but you’re not having it

- pouts

- gets even more flirty, because now he’s drunk AND sleepy

“i love you. most ardently.”

“did you just quote pride and prejudice”

“no, i made that up.”

- sure you did sirius, sure you did

remus

- oh boy

- fully refused to drink

- because “don’t you remember what happened last time?”

- drama queen

- but when your bestfriends are the ones who throw the party, that doesn’t go over well

- and james always makes sure he lets loose

- when you walk in, he’s already thoroughly hammered

- like, sirius is tamer than he is in the beginning

- he sees you and immediately runs up to you

“everyone, y/n’s here!”

- gives you the biggest hug, as if he hadn’t seen you in ages

- remus is the funniest person of all time

- so when he’s drunk, he may as well be a working comedian

- when sirius flirts with everyone at the party, including him, he calls him a dog

- when james is upset because lily won’t give him the attention he needs, remus says he’ll just have to “go stag” for a little while longer

- which only makes sense to a certain group of people, but he gets laughs nonetheless

- pda

- very much

- because he can’t help it

- he sees you and he gets super happy and he wants to kiss you

- and he’s drunk, so he has very little sense of self awareness

- sirius makes fun of him when you call him ‘bub’

- so he gets embarrassed and pretends he doesn’t like it

- but then when you’re alone, he tells you he likes it

- he tells at least four different people a different story about how he got his scars

“i’m actually a ninja”

“i’m telling you, y/n gets-” remus john lupin!”

- does not want to go to sleep

- ever

- which you tell him he will indeed regret in the morning

- he likes to play bartender

- and of course he has to also be the taste tester, which doesn’t help the whole drunk thing

- he gets you to try one of his concoctions that he swears is good

“mus, this tastes terrible”

“i stopped tasting it a while ago, love”

- the last person to leave the party

- hands down

- if you didn’t see it firsthand, you wouldn’t believe it

- you drag your little social drink off to bed after even sirius retires for the night

- and he protests the whole time

- but passes out as soon as his head hits the pillow

- dork

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what’s my hand without your heart to hold - part one

“I’m not leaving. I’m not like everyone else.”

“I don’t know if I can believe that right now.”

-or-

the one where Jo is a firefighter, Alex is a resident, and chaos ensues

GUYS!! You have no idea how excited I’ve been to post this fic. I hope you all enjoy this little crossover AU. It takes place during season six of grey’s but if you have any questions or need clarification, please feel free to reach out to me :)

Also, happy grey’s day ☺️

She found him at the bar across the street from the hospital. He was well onto his seventh drink and the bartender had already confiscated his keys. He sat in the booth alone, looking as though he was angry with the world, and he had every right to be. After all, his wife had just disappeared and left a note in her wake.

Jo would be lying if she said she’d been surprised. Call it instinctual or intuition, but Jo wasn’t entirely shocked to hear that Izzie had left Alex. The manner in which Izzie left was horrible and shocking, but the act itself wasn’t. Trauma changes people. Being on the brink of death meant trying to fight with everything within oneself to experience everything before one's time was up.

Izzie did that. She lived life as if she were going to die tomorrow, because the reality of the situation was that it was highly probable. Except, she didn’t. Izzie lived and suddenly found herself with a life that she hadn’t really chosen. Cancer chose it for her.

So, Jo wasn’t at all shocked to hear that the stark reality of that finally caught up to the woman. She’d just thought it wouldn’t happen for quite some time. And she certainly had not expected Izzie to disappear into thin air. She thought it would be different for Alex. She thought that the world would be kind to her friend and allow him a bit of happiness for once.

Alex. Her most unexpected friend in the past three years. She still remembered meeting him in the ambulance bay one morning as she was bringing Hughes into the emergency room.

——

She bumped into someone.

“Hey, watch it.”

“Sorry,” Jo breathed out as she smoothed her hair out of her face, not looking up at the man she’d run into. She had other priorities. Vic Hughes had gotten injured on a scene and needed someone to look over her injuries. She needed to get to trauma two, that’s where Dr. Bailey said they’d be.

“Why are you following me?”

Jo finally looked up at the man in front of her, “I’m a firefighter. Vic’s one of my teammates. I brought her in from a garage fire we were working on.”

A look of understanding crossed the man’s face, and he motioned for her to follow him. Jo walked silently behind him until they reached the door of the trauma room and walked inside. “Well hello, firefighter. You got a name?”

“Jo Wilson.”

“Nice, I like chicks with boys' names.”

“Karev,” Dr. Bailey gave the man standing across from her an unimpressed look. “Stop flirting with the nice firefighter. I need your hands over here.”

“I wasn’t flirting,” the man—Karev—paused when Bailey sent another look his way. “Okay, maybe I was flirting a little bit.” He turned to Jo and have her a heart stopping crooked smile. “Hi, Jo. I’m Alex.”

Jo let out a laugh in disbelief and rolled her eyes. “Hi, Alex. Now will you listen to the angry resident glaring at you and fix my friend please?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

——

After Alex’s initial attempt to get into her pants was pushed to the side, the two of them developed quite the friendship. It started with short moments in the emergency room and quick exchanges that eventually turned into hanging out with Alex and the other residents during their free time. Throughout the past few years Jo had grown especially close to Dr. Bailey’s original group of interns. So much so, that when Dr. Bailey divorced her husband, Jo, Alex, Meredith, Travis, and Jack all worked together to set Bailey up with one of the firefighters at Station 19, Ben Warren.

That’s why this was so hard. Alex meant so much to her and she hated to see him in pain. Jo sighed. I knew this would happen. I hoped it wouldn’t, but it did. Still, expecting this doesn’t make it any easier.

“Alex?” Jo placed a hand on Alex’s shoulder, seeing him startle at the touch.

“Wilson,” he grumbled. “Get out of here. I want to be alone.”

“You know, I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“Well I really don’t give a damn about what you think,” Alex slurred. “I don’t want you here. I just want to drink and be left alone.”

“I’m not going to leave you alone,” Jo sat down in front of him. “Not when you’re so drunk that Joe took your keys away from you three drinks ago.”

“How’d you find out?” Alex continued drinking the beer in his hand.

“I went to visit Meredith in her hospital room since she’s recovering from the liver donation and all. She practically begged me to come find you and make sure you didn’t die from alcohol poisoning.”

“I’m fine,” Alex crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You can go now. You don’t need to be there.”

“I think I’m gonna stay,” Jo replied.

“Aren’t you busy right now? You’re in uniform. I’m drunk and I even know what that means.”

“I have a few minutes,” Jo relaxed in her seat.

“I can think of better places to spend your rare moments of free time than here in this bar with me,” Alex attempted to get her to leave again.

“Alex, I’m staying. Stop trying to come up with excuses to get me to leave.”

“Why are you so determined to stay here? Just leave! It’s not that hard. Get your ass off the chair and walk it out the bar. Walk out the here. Walk out of my life!” Alex let out a breath and his face fell. “Everyone else has.”

If her heart could crack in two it might have just broken into pieces at that moment.

“No,” she stated firmly.

“No?”

“No,” Jo repeated. She reached over the table and grabbed one of his hands. “I’m not leaving. I’m not like everyone else.”

“I don’t know if I can believe that right now,” Alex said, being uncharacteristically vulnerable.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to believe that I’ll be here forever. Just believe that I’m here for right now,” she squeezed the hand she was holding. “Can you do that?”

For the first time since Jo walked into the bar, Alex looked her in the eye, “Yeah. I can do that.”

“Good,” Jo felt a wave of relief come over her. Without letting go of his hand, she stood up. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

“I don’t want to go home,” Alex shook his head. “I hate that trailer in the woods. It smells like her.”

“Okay, we won’t go to the trailer. That’s fine. But you’re coming with me,” Jo pulled on his arm. “Get up.”

“No, Jo I’m okay. I’ll just stay in one of the on call rooms,” Alex waved his hand. “Go home.”

“You are not in any state to walk inside that hospital right now unless you want to lose your job. Come on, I’m on shift right now. You can ride back to the station with me in the aid car,” Jo started guiding him through the small crowd and out the door. “Montgomery is probably cleaning it from our last call as we speak.”

“I don’t wanna,” Alex grumbled.

“I’ll give you a ride in the fire truck to work tomorrow morning,” Jo made one last attempt to get him to go willingly.

With an almost childlike pout, Alex crossed his arms and huffed, “Fine. But only because you’re letting me ride in the truck.”

Jo rolled her eyes and led Alex towards where Travis was waiting in the back of the ambulance, “How is he?”

“Drunk,” Jo pushed Alex onto one of the seats, strapping him in carefully.

“Where are we dropping him off?” Travis asked as he turned the ignition and started out of the ambulance bay.

“We’re not. I’m bringing him to the station. He can sleep it off on one of the bunks until morning.”

“You think the Captain’s gonna be okay with that?” Travis raised an eyebrow at Jo. “You know how he is about rules and stuff.”

“Yeah, but I also know he has a soft spot for me since you know, the whole finding me abandoned at our very station as a baby,” Jo shot Travis a smile. “Besides, he’s not gonna be at the station tonight. He’s got a doctor’s appointment in the morning, so I’m in charge tonight.”

“Ooh, I love it when Lieutenant Wilson is in charge. She lets us use the fireman pole,” Travis glanced back towards where Alex was slumped against the bench. “You’re gonna have to make sure you keep that one far away from it, though. We don’t need him stumbling across it and breaking his neck or something equally stupid.”

“Yeah, I think I’m just going to lock him in my bunk until morning,” Jo’s face softened as she heard a soft snore come from Alex.

Travis stared at her for a moment before setting his eyes back on the road.

“What?” Jo asked.

“Hmm?”

“You’re giving me a weird look,” Jo narrowed her eyes. “Have you been talking to Bishop?”

“Now why would you think I’ve been talking to anyone? Is there something that needs to be talked about?” Travis gave Jo a pointed look.

“Montgomery.”

“Fine,” Travis rolled his eyes. “It was Gibson actually.”

“What?” Jo furrowed her brow. “What does Gibson know?”

“You act as if you haven’t known that man practically your whole life. He’s basically your brother. He knows you better than you know yourself,” Travis shook his head. “Not to mention Andy and Warren and Hughes. Miller is betting on how long it’s gonna take for you to get your head out of your ass. Hell, I’m sure even Pruitt had noticed something by now. Well, maybe not Pruitt, but you know what I’m trying to say.”

“Noticed what?”

Travis glanced back to make sure Alex was still asleep. Satisfied after hearing another snore, he spoke, “That you’re in love with the married doctor sitting in the back of the ambulance.”

“Well, his wife left him. So he might not be married anymore soon,” she shrugged.

“Jo!”

“I’m kidding. Mostly,” Jo stared out the window. “I’m a horrible person right? I’m actually happy that she’s gone… He’s married. She’s his wife. He’s in love with her. He took care of her while she was sick and she just got up and left, breaking his heart in the process.”

“You’re not a horrible person,” Travis slowed as they reached an intersection. “You’re just a person who finds herself in a complicated situation. One where you fell in love with your best friend and waited too long to tell him so he moved on with someone else. Not only did he move on with another woman, he married her while you were too busy trying to work on your commitment issues to stop him.”

“Geez, way to rub it in,” Jo looked up at the traffic signal. “Light’s green.”

“Does everyone really know?” Jo asked after a stretch of silence.

“Yeah pretty much,” Travis gave her a sheepish grin. “You’re not super obvious or anything, but we know you. It’s the little things. You gravitate towards him. You light up whenever he walks into a room. Normally, you’re more direct and rough around the edges. But when you’re with him, you soften. And not in a bad way that you lose all your grip or anything like that. But it’s like that hardness and stoicism in which you view the world slowly dissipates when you’re around him. Which is hilarious considering he might be more of a pessimist than you are.”

She couldn’t really refute any of that, so she just hummed. “Hmm.”

“Promise me you’ll be careful,” Travis said as they pulled into the station.

“Be careful with what?” Jo scrunched her face in confusion.

“Your heart,” Travis shut off the engine as turned to face her. “I just—I don’t want you to get hurt. You’re an amazing person and you deserve to be more than some sad guy’s rebound. Especially that guy snoring in the corner over there.”

As much as she hated to admit it, Travis was right. About a lot of things. About her feelings. About her desire for more than friendship with Alex. About her deserving to be more than a rebound. She had been burned one too many times in the past to finally realize that she was worth someone’s time and effort.

So despite everything within her screaming to hold onto that girlish dream, Jo decided to push it aside again. She’d done it before and she could do it again. Because you don’t become a female firefighter, let alone the youngest Lieutenant at your station by wearing your heart on your sleeve.

“Hope you had a nice nap but it’s time to get up,” Jo gave Alex a light shove.

“Hey! What the hell was that for?” Alex grunted in annoyance at being woken up.

“We’re here. I need you to get up. I can’t let you sleep in the back of the ambulance all night,” Jo pulled him up from the seat. “Come on, you just need to walk back towards the bunks and then you can go back to bed.”

Even in his drunken state, Alex was still himself enough to glare at her, “Why am I here again?”

“Because you don’t need to be alone tonight,” Jo helped him down to the ground. “Also, I promised to give you a ride to work in the fire truck tomorrow if you came to the station with me.”

“Oh yeah,” Alex’s lips formed an ‘O’ shape. “Alright, I’m ready to go back to bed. The faster I fall asleep the closer I’ll be to riding in the truck in the morning.”

“You’re a mess, you know that?”

“Yeah,” Alex shrugged cockily. “I’m a hot mess though.”

“Oh, shush.”

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