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hexonthepeach · 1 year

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pairing: f4!nct dojaejung x fem!reader (past johnny x reader mentions)

genre: hana yori dango/boys over flowers/meteor garden/f4 thailand reverse harem au (mild allusions and characterization only)

warnings: brief mentions of past bullying, dom!doyoung, hopelessromantic!jaehyun, mommykink!jungwoo, reader is a bit of a switch, smut (mmmf, double penetration, oral f & m receiving/giving, unprotected sex, anal, semi-public sex), degradation/humiliation kink (reader), pet names: baby, mommy (reader), puppy (jw)

wordcount: 10k

author's note: i wrote this as a distraction from other projects after listening to perfume on repeat and lamenting the end of promo. intended as a oneshot but i have some ideas for continuation. please let me know if you enjoy it (and more importantly, what you enjoy)

The Bangkok night is warm and thick and redolent with flowers. The expensive vacation home one of your three companions had arranged for your short stay is quietly luxurious, separated from the city bustle but still hazed with light past the high walls and thick foliage surrounding the pool.

You'd never made a habit of asking who paid for what with your travel companions, but you guess by the mix of old world and new that it was Jaehyun's idea to stay here–perhaps even a Jeong family permanent accommodation. His family's import business had done well in the region, judging by the luxury sports cars parked in the driveway.

Everything about this trip is surreal–worse for the fact that a fourth presence lingers like a ghost in your periphery.

He should have been here. Indeed, you've taken his place, filling the natural void like a small drop in an ocean-sized hole.

Everything about this distraction brought you back to him: the rose petals strewn across your pristine bed, the snarling garuda statue lurking across the aquamarine oasis.

Johnny is 8600 miles away and still very near.

Jaehyun joins you at the pool's edge, slipping some well-concocted drink near your manicured fingers–most likely Jungwoo's contribution by the tasteful sprig of flowering basil. You'd refused multiple drinks at the club, still flagged from a day of travel and self-conscious of the eyes on your table and you’d finally agreed to one now that you were back safe in your own private enclosure.

He shucks off his sandals to dip his feet in beside yours, nudging you beneath the water to remind you that even with the grief that's hollowed you out inside, you're not alone.

Jaehyun doesn't speak–well accustomed to your need for silence when you've inevitably descended into that space again.

Unfortunately, Doyoung isn't as accommodating.

"What did we say about moping, Y/N?" A tall shadow stands beside you, swaying slightly.

"I'm not moping," you say, sipping from your glass of Mekhong soothed with sugar and soda. "Just thinking."

"Wasn't the point of this vacation to get you to stop doing that?" Doyoung is touching his toe to the warm water when there's a sudden rush from behind you, a startled cry escaping the man before he hits the surface fully clothed.

"Was he bothering you?" Jungwoo asks, looking completely unfazed about shoving the other man in.

"You bastard," Doyoung says, spluttering up and tossing his hair back as he holds his phone out of the water.

"It's waterproof."

"That's not–"

"I'll buy you a new one."

"Now you're going to have him trying to return the favor," you say, giving him a sly smile.

"Oh I think I'll be alright," he says with a wink, backing up a few paces before cannon-balling in. If you'd been doused by Doyoung's ungraceful landing you're soaked thoroughly by the splash Jungwoo makes, finding yourself shielded by Jaehyun's torso wrapped around you.

You hadn’t even thought to protect anything but your drink, your heart stuttering as you find yourself inches from his flushed face and rosy lips.

"You okay?" he asks, wiping water from your face with his silk sleeve.

"Yeah," you say quietly. "Can't see the tears now, right?"

He blinks at you, believing you by the clouded expression in his dark eyes.

"I'm just kidding. Not crying, see." You smile at him as best as you can muster, hoping your carefully-applied makeup isn't running off your face.

"Don't you want to join us?" Jungwoo has escaped Doyoung by pressing himself to your knees, shoulders well out of the water at standing level. You shake your head, suddenly shy.

"You should have let those girls come back with us," you say. "All that work wingmanning for nothing."

"Blame Doyoung for boring them talking about tariffs," Jungwoo says, ducking as the other shoves water in his direction. "Besides, we didn't want you to be alone."

"You know I don't mind, puppy." You tousle his wet hair, sipping deeply again. Through the fogged rim of your glass you catch his cheerful expression falter. It lasts only as long as he realizes Doyoung is floating on his back, swamping him with a tackle.

"I asked them to keep it just us for tonight." Jaehyun says, breaking his quiet.

"Saving the party for Phuket!" Jungwoo shouts in the background, mispronouncing the first syllable deliberately to sound like fuck it.

"Have someone you're missing tonight, too?" Your tease lands with a thud, watching your best friend's mouth crease at the corner as he chews his lip.

"I'm sorry, that was rude–"

"No," he says. "I know how you feel."

"How far away is Paris?" you ask, not expecting an answer.

"5 hours," Jaehyun says, grinning slightly. It's a callback to so many months of watching him stare out towards the airport from the school rooftop with you, letting you listen while he mused on what she might be doing at that hour, how long it would take to get there.

You'd encouraged him even as your heart broke–feeling the dwindling embers of a schoolgirl crush on him turn to ash. You would never be as good as his childhood love, even if you had taken up her place as his companion seated beside him on the piano bench when he practiced, or studying beside him as he drifted off into one of his many naps.

It was better this way–more comfortable just being able to be with him without the worry that you could live up to her, your heroine in highschool. But there would always be something there.

Doyoung clambers out to sit beside you, far enough away not to dampen the fuschia Versace metal mesh minidress he'd gifted you earlier. It was the perfect costume to play the part of nouveau riche jetsetter for a girl who lived one step up from a basement apartment.

No one would mistake you for class, or even an influencer, but in their company no one was looking at you anyway. Most people thought you were Doyoung’s assistant or Jungwoo’s sister. The nasty looks, sometimes worse, always followed when they introduced you as their friend.

"What can we do to make this a magical night?" Doyoung asks. You find yourself unable to answer, eyes caught on the smooth definition of his chest through the barely buttoned translucent shirt he'd worn out. You note he's lost the matching loose tie, probably still wrapped around a girl's neck on the dance floor.

"It's already so nice," you say, looking up at the blink of stars through the light pollution. "Thank you for including me."

"You think we'd leave you behind?"

The way he says you carries all sorts of strange subtext, considering your history. It had been a long journey from being mercilessly bullied and shoved into the dirt you came from, as Johnny had called it, to here. The lap of luxury, attended to by three specimens of wealth and privilege so out of your league you may as well be batting a thousand.

"Well it’s not like I got you in the divorce," you say, knot twisting in your chest. "I guess even now it’s hard to tell if you’re just being nice to me because you feel bad for me."

"First of all, he left all of us," Doyoung corrects. His voice is a little raspy, as if he's controlling his emotions. The admission leaves you questioning. You knew how close they were but they'd never shown any sign of being affected by Johnny's sudden departure.

Maybe you'd just been too busy wallowing to notice.

“Second, you’re special. Too special to let just anyone play with. If you hadn’t noticed, we enjoy your company.”

"And when have we ever done something nice?" Jungwoo rests his arms on your knees, almost pulling you into the water. Jaehyun pushes him back with his foot, earning a tug on his leg that does little to move his immovable weight.

"You're a package deal, though. Like a blend," you raise your mostly empty glass to drive your horrible attempt at a metaphor to death. “Even with one ingredient missing you can’t beat the original.”

“Well I won’t deny you're a strange substitute,” Doyoung says, gracefully using your words to make his point. It reminds you of how he’d spent hours drilling you with details of tea ceremony when your ridiculous coworker had asked for a demonstration of his family’s heritage business.

“But taste requires innovation, and it’s often the unexpected addition that changes the entire flavor profile. You’re new but you’re refreshing, and unique. Not something to be discarded because anyone demands it.”

“That’s a very poetic way of saying you still like me even if I’m an uncultured pain in the ass.”

"Poor little weed," Jungwoo says, hands splaying over your bare thighs before Jaehyun can foist him off again. “Are you insulting Doyoung’s taste? You're the first girl any of us have agreed on."

"I doubt that considering what I saw last Friday. Did all of you sleep in Doyoung's room or did you take turns–"

You catch Jungwoo's scheming look with Jaehyun right before the cocktail glass is plucked from your hand and you're picked up on both sides, Jaehyun lifting you by the waist and Jungwoo taking over once you're free of the edge.

"Let me go," you shriek, folding over his shoulder.

"Are you sure?" Jungwoo bends his knees until your hem is submerged, not phased as you beat on his back with soft hits.

"At least toss me in so you can get a head start," you threaten. He indulges you, lifting you up out of the water like he's going to help you recreate that pivotal scene from Dirty Dancing only to throw you back and into the deep end.

You hold yourself in a ball and sink, breath held, channeling your best hello darkness my old friend as you wait for the inevitable. It takes less than ten seconds before Jaehyun dives in after you, pulling you up.

“Got you,” you say, grinning through the trickles of warm water. Jaehyun looks less than amused, lips thinning into a tight line as water drips from his bleached blond hair.

"Don't scare us like that," Doyoung gripes, joining you a few seconds too late. You shoot him and Jungwoo a look over your perch on Jaehyun's arm, clinging to him for comfort.

“Yeah, please.” Jaehyun breathes.

"Is my makeup coming off?" you ask. He's been staring at you funnily as you float beside him, bodies brushed up in the expansion of his clothing and the occasional contact with his frame.

"What?" Your best friend sounds dazed, water collecting in his dimples as he smiles softly.

"What?" You parrot, teasing, mirroring him in the way your eyes dart to his mouth, not surprised to find his lip trembling. His uplit face is shadowed with hidden feelings you can only guess at.

That years-old urge to kiss him returns. It could be considered revenge for back when he'd grabbed you and given you a taste of what it would be like that day after he’d come back from his trip abroad. You'd melted into him like it was the most natural thing in the world, the illusion only broken when Johnny had slammed the rooftop door shut on the way back down, flowers for whatever apology he'd half-assed scattered across the dirty tar paper.

You'd slapped him afterwards, surprised to find him smiling. He's in love with you, isn't he? Had to be sure.

There'd been so many times after that he'd played with your feelings you'd lost count, but one constant remained: he would never pursue you fully if he believed it would hurt his best friend.

Your chest feels tight just imagining what might have been, had you changed course back then. But you've long given up dwelling on might have beens.

Jaehyun is less mercurial now that he's older so you’re the one to catch him by surprise, lips pressing to his cheek right beside his mouth–in the smile lines you know too well. It's a quick send-off before Jungwoo can grab his legs and pull him under from below.

Doyoung takes the opportunity to capture you by the waist, keeping you from becoming a casualty of their underwater fight. He looks just as serious as always, even without his usual glasses.

"Sorry about the dress," you say, working to stay afloat.

He laughs at you, prone to condescension as always. "If you like it we can get you another. But do you really want to wear the same thing twice?"

"Some of us can't replace our wardrobe every week," you huff.

"Are you under the impression I'm replacing a bespoke suit collection every week? All I'm saying is you should have a new dress for every occasion. Especially if you're with us."

You jab him in the side, surprised at the hardness of his ribs but also delighted by his startled wheeze.

"I'm not your kept woman."

"Not even if we want to keep you to ourselves?"

A little shiver runs through you, making eye contact with him as he mouths the waterline. It's said so innocently but you know better. He and Woo had been dropping double entendres since well before takeoff from Seoul.

Flirting was Jungwoo's thing, a silver lining to the dark shadow of a personality that enjoyed being subtly in control. As the future heir to a crime syndicate it was much better than experiencing his hidden anger. Doyoung though . . . as much as he dabbled in shadier scenes and pretended to be a womanizer he's old-old-old money, from a strata inaccessible to anyone who's genealogy can't be traced back to the Goryeo dynasty.

The idea of him folding you into his life, much less keeping you, is absurd.

“Well that does seem to go against the whole idea of this being a trip to finally get over . . . everything,” you say, deflecting from his intensity. “What happened to letting me live like the F4 for one week?”

“Is this not it?” He quirks an eyebrow at you.

“What if I want you to play wingman for me? Find me something meaningless to distract me?”

You're not expecting the dark storm that settles over his refined features.

“I think you have enough distractions here to keep you occupied.”

Your pulse picks up, hearing the hidden message loud and clear. He'd heard your laments to Jungwoo about how long it had been since you even thought about being with someone else, how you'd never really gotten to date after three brutal years of school, work, and accidentally making the worst chaebol tyrant in Seoul fall for you.

Now that you're free for the first time in your adult life, you want to experience what it's like to be just another girl, like the ones they so frequently invited to their tables at function and club alike.

"Are you insinuating you're not going to let me bring anyone back if I find a fling? After I just spent all night singing your praises to a healthy pool of candidates? Double standard, much?"

Doyoung wraps an arm around you to keep your head from knocking against the tiled pool edge. He's backed you into it without you even noticing it.

"You can try," he says, gripping the wall next to your cheek. "Though I would question the sanity and intelligence of anyone who took you up on it."

There's his brand of cruelty: casual threats delivered without a hint of remorse. You'd been on the receiving end, perhaps were now, but you're not afraid of him in the slightest.

"You're not reporting all of this to him, are you?"

Doyoung doesn't answer, nostrils flaring.

"Or is he only texting 'Woo back?" you ask.

"Who texted me?" Jungwoo asks with open curiosity behind him.

Doyoung presses a single finger to your lips in warning, releasing you.

"Didn't you get the number of that model? Miss Thailand 2016 runner-up?" You toss your head slightly to clear it, still feeling heat suffuse your cheeks from just a touch against your mouth. It really had been too long.

"Oh she's too good for me," Jungwoo remarks, jokingly. "Besides, I already have a failed beauty queen right here."

You snort. “In what world is second place a failure when it’s your first time?”

The contest had just been a university charity project but you'd worked hard to earn that spot after Johnny had entered you in as some kind of sick game from abroad. Jungwoo had helped you conquer it–had even got you a side gig modeling when his usual partner had dropped out at the last minute at one of his shoots. You’d just been there to deliver coffee and now you were on a cover being printed in 15 different countries.

You always liked reminding Jungwoo of his Pygmalion moment because that's when you'd genuinely seen his kinder side–even if you suspected he may have threatened at least two of the judges to land you on the final stage. Losing had been worth it to spend time with the member of the F4 you’d never been close to in high school.

"Maybe she doesn't deserve you," you say, swimming around him to grab him loosely around the shoulders. “Not many can appreciate having a personal rescue dog to save them from getting wrinkly fingers.”

You're immediately indulged, Jungwoo paddling you back to the shallow end where Jaehyun is lost in thought, staring at white blossoms from one of the trees in the courtyard floating in front of him. Doyoung is just as contemplative.

It’s probably best to not let it stretch out any longer–you were always a fan of ripping the bandage off quickly even if it hurt.

"I'm going to go take a shower and call it a night." You announce, hearing Jungwoo groan. "Unless . . ."

"Unless what?" Jungwoo perks. Jaehyun squints up at you where you stand over him. You look at Doyoung instead, as he drags himself out of the water to sit on the ledge beside the stairs.

"Unless you tell me what we really are."

The buzz of cicadas seems to die a little, soft music inside the house drifting out through the glass.

"Friends, hopefully?" Jungwoo says.

"Well you aren't bullying me anymore, so yes. But friends don't keep their friends from moving on from past relationships."

"That's not at all—" Doyoung begins.

"Let me finish," you interrupt. He's immediately quiet, throat bobbing as he looks beside you at Jaehyun's taut shoulders.

"I'll never fit in with you or your world but we both stopped judging each other for that a long time ago, I think. I like spending time with you, I like knowing you'll still include me even if . . . " You can't bring yourself to say Johnny's name. "Even if I'm just another ghost who's outstayed her welcome."

It was their term for dropped flings and casual encounters, with a whole subset of terminology for the ones who couldn't get the hint (poltergeist), or lost their cool at their dismissal by screaming and crying (banshees).

It hadn't been like that for you even the second or fifth time Johnny had broken up with you–always for reasons out of your control. You'd shown him the same aggression and cruelty in answer, but you’d never begged for him to take you back, ever, and you certainly had never sought out his friends.

It had always been their prerogative to spend time with you, and you’d leaned into it your freshman year of university study and singlehood, wanting the support network denied you by being alone and poor in a city you could barely afford. You’d never take their money but you had accepted their company, and had enjoyed it far more than you could have imagined.

Even if it kept you in Johnny Suh’s outer orbit, what you had with them meant something to you. You didn’t want to lose it when he came back. From the press releases about his recent promotion, it would seem to be soon.

Waiting for that inevitability is like attending your own funeral before you’re dead, pallbearers for company.

"You're not a ghost," Jaehyun says. "And we won't abandon you, ever."

"You'll just keep me and this dynamic trapped in amber until Johnny changes his mind, then? It's been a year already. I don't want to lose any more of my youth to him, and I don't want to lose you when he comes back and you all act like he's done nothing wrong."

"That won't happen," Doyoung says, sighing.

"No, because I'll leave before then." You get out of the water, brushing your face free of the hot tears. "Wouldn't want to ruin your fun."

Jaehyun pulls you back, strong enough you lose your footing and sink into his submerged lap.

"You're not going anywhere," he says. There's no malice or anger in his tone, just quiet assurance. He cleans your face again, blue silk cuff coming away black with mascara.

"You asked what we are. Remember when you used to come sit next to me under that stupid ad?"

"Yeah?" you sniff. You'd spent hours with him sitting on a city bench as he stared up at a billboard for luxury clothing with her face on it. She’d been the dream he chased at your urging, the fantasy that had sadly broken with proximity.

"When I was in France, after things became clear, I would go and sit somewhere and pretend like you were there with me."

"I hope it was somewhere fun, like the Louvre," you joke.

"Too crowded." He shakes his head, smirking. "Would look weird talking to myself."

"Oh you talked to invisible me but you couldn't pick up the phone once?"

He shakes his head again, squeezing you.

"Anyway. The point is you're stuck with me. And them."

"And Johnny . . .?"

"Stop bringing up our ex," Doyoung says. Not your ex, our ex.

"It's a valid concern," you say, adjusting in Jaehyun's hold to rest your head against his damp shoulder. "I'm not going back to him. And I know you'll choose him over anyone else."

"No," Jaehyun says.

"You're the exception."

You lift your head to blink up at Doyoung.

"Didn't think you made those."

"Well you just haven't spent enough time with me, then."

"You planning on spending time with me?" You smile lazily, hand drifting to squeeze his leg. It's always fun to see his unflappable face twitch.

"He already blocked off half his itinerary for private tours. Jaehyun had to fight him to split it equally," Jungwoo says. Doyoung splashes water into his face with his foot.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," he says sourly.

"Like the massage tomorrow morning?"

This time Doyoung's kick makes waves wash over you and Jaehyun, leaving you spluttering.

Jungwoo takes it, smiling once his floppy brown hair is pushed back out of his eyes again. He grins at you from the water. "You'll take your dog for a walk when you remember I exist, right?"

"Why not just come with us?" You'd often wondered if there was an invisible tether for how often they appeared together.

Doyoung clears his throat, Jaehyun shifting uncomfortably under you.

"What am I missing?" You laugh awkwardly, looking between them.

"I forget the only man you've ever dated never dated anyone seriously, either." Doyoung looks somewhat pleased with himself. "Traditionally when you spend time with someone you're interested in you don't have company–"

Shock runs through you like ice dumped over your head. "You can't be serious."

Doyoung's face is incredibly serious, Jaehyun's proving only a little more relaxed about the disclosure. You turn around to Jungwoo, floating nearby with a humored expression.

"You're not part of this are you, 'Woo?"

"Of course I am. You deserve a break from stuffy museums and romantic dinners to have some real fun."

His eyebrows lower a bit in some sinister joke, and for the first time a little fear courses through you. It's been a long time since you saw their manipulative and controlling side, but bringing you to a foreign country to date you, their best friend’s ex, without telling you . . . That's a whole new level of it.

"This isn't a competition, is it?" You hide the tremor in your voice.

"Between us? Of course it is," Jungwoo says.

"And the terms?" You look at Jaehyun, who is unable to meet your gaze. "Let me guess, whoever fucks me first?"

His eyes widen in genuine dismay, panicking. "No, of course not–we just wanted to give you a chance to decide if . . ."

"If what?"

"If you liked one of us more than the others," Doyoung finishes for him.

You find yourself breathing heavily, face flushed.

"What if I can't choose?" You ask, gaze fixing on Jaehyun's mouth as he bites his lip, still looking guilty.

"If you decide you don't want to be with any of us, then things stay the same. Nothing changes. We'll still be friends." He says it all slowly, deliberately, almost as if it’s rehearsed.

"And if I choose one of you? Do I get to suffer the jealousy complex of another deeply insecure and emotionally unavailable man?"

That hits them where it counts. They'd all watched Johnny take out his fears on you, masked under bravado, posturing for an audience that more often than not was just you and his friends. His peers had rarely done the same, unless you counted Jungwoo following his enforcement orders like a loyal hound or Doyoung orchestrating clean-ups.

No, they'd skated clean through multiple horrorshows by simply being there to throw their weight. No one else had the notoriety and resources to cover up the trail of damage left in Suh's wake.

You stand up again, turning between them. "And none of you are worried about Johnny finding out?"

A lump forms in your throat, bitterness about even having to invoke your own personal demon. Yes he'd walked away, but you knew his sense of entitlement would never allow his interests to be compromised by another–especially his closest companions.

And here they are, looking between each other and discussing your fate with the deliberate calm of a business transaction.

Apparently the only consequences were for you.

"Or is that the real game you're playing here," you ask. "Degrade me so far in his eyes he'll want nothing to do with me while you write me off as disloyal trash."

Jaehyun sucks his breath in through his teeth, and you note how hurt he looks. Jungwoo seems even more upset, full bottom lip jutting out.

"I know what you've been through, and I know it will be a long time to forget," Doyoung says. "But we're not him."

You remember an old saying your father had taught you: when you're holding a hammer everything looks like a nail. Better applied to problem-solving perhaps, but you'd also been dealing with one, giant nail-shaped problem since he'd crashed into your life. It was stuck in your heart and time and healing hadn't removed it. Maybe it was permanent, but you still had to live with it.

"I just don't understand how you think you think this will work."

"You're awfully concerned about what he thinks," Jungwoo says, rising over you. "What about moving on?"

"I don't give a fuck what he thinks. I'm just looking out for you. You know he'll punch first and ask questions later. What if he does something reckless?"

Jungwoo is laughing at you through closed lips, eyes crescented in mirth. "We have you to protect us, right? Just roundhouse kick him in the face again."

“That was lucky,” you say. “He wasn’t trying to murder me, either. There’s probably an American hitman on his way right now to take us all out and make it look like an accident.”

“He would definitely hire locally,” Jungwoo corrects you.

“And here I thought you were braver than that,” Doyoung muses. “Do you think we need his permission? You certainly don't.”

That makes you pause. You look at Jaehyun. Of all the people in the world he was the closest to their former leader. They’d fought even more than he and you had, and Jaehyun had always conceded, taking it on the chin, letting Johnny drag him along in his wake. The one time he'd stood up to him had been for you and it had almost fractured everything irreparably.

His black eyes pierce into you when he looks up.

“I think y/n can make any decision she wants to,” he says dangerously. “None of us will stand in your way, whatever you choose.”

“You promise?” you ask, tilting your head to let your wet hair brush over your bare shoulder.

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” Jungwoo says.

You wait for the others to show visual signs of concession: Jaehyun nodding, Doyoung making the sign of the cross in what is an obvious misuse of the gesture.

“Good. Because if Johnny finds out what I’m doing on this trip, he’s not the only one who will kill you.”

"I think we should start enacting a punishment whenever she brings him up again," Doyoung says.

"Great idea," Jungwoo says, sweeping you into his wet hold from behind. The chill you'd been feeling exposed to the air dissipates a little, his warm chest against your bare shoulders. You shiver a little at the intimacy, feeling him laugh even if he doesn’t make a sound.

“What will it be?” Doyoung defers to Jaehyun.

He leans back . “She does something to distract herself.”

You purse your lips together, affecting an air of deep thought. "My choice?"

"Always," he says, not breaking eye contact.

"Rock, paper, scissors, then." You nod at him. He grins, Doyoung groans. Jungwoo's long arms wrap around your waist, hands already in position.

"Surely there's a better way we could eliminate your options," Doyoung says, almost missing the cue and throwing paper to the other two's scissors.

"Better luck next time," you tease.

"Kiss it for luck." The back of Jungwoo's hand presses to your mouth moments before Jaehyun initiates.

Jungwoo loses the second quick round after a draw, crushed by Jaehyun's rock.

"I should have known you were cursed." Jungwoo pouts, not letting you free until you've ducked back into the water to escape him. You give him a wink as you swim towards the stairs, emerging between Jaehyun's spread legs before he can close them.

"What are you doing?" he asks, warily, still leaned back against the last stair.

"What I want," you say, blinking drops from your lashes. You move weightlessly on to his thighs, grabbing his soft face in your hands. He's unable to process what's happening quickly enough to respond as you tilt his face up and press a gentle kiss to his parted mouth.

You ignore Jungwoo's wolf-whistle in the background, partially aware Doyoung has shifted nearby the moment you'd slid into your friend's lap. All that is noise as the gentle sound of the water feature drowns the startled sound you make when you're grabbed and pulled back to Jaehyun's mouth.

This time it's real: solid and delicious as he crushes against you, tongue sliding across the seam of your lips until you let go of your held breath to softly exhale into his. Small dips of his chin coax you into opening for him, your hands threading into his hair to anticipate his movements as he kisses you like it's the last time in his life he'll ever get the chance.

"That's enough," Doyoung says, Jungwoo booing him.

The other two may as well not exist, your thumbs circling Jaehyun's cheekbones as you retreat to inspect the damage. He's usually so composed it feels like peering into a different universe's version of him, rapture and satisfaction warring with concern in his expression.

"Thank you," you whisper. His eyes focus again, teeth exposed as he tongues them.

"Any time," he says. It's funny how instantly he regrets the word choice, the pink in his ears and cheeks deepening.

"Not thinking about you-know-who now, are you?" Jungwoo asks, right behind you.

"No," you say. "But I suspect you wish I'd say yes if only for the consequences."

"That was hot," he admits. "But I don't typically like my prospects thinking about other men."

"Can I tell you a secret?" You crook your finger, clutching on to Jungwoo's wet patterned shirt when he leans down far enough to be in range.

"I only made you play for it so we could find out who goes first." You say it in his ear, letting your mouth drag against the shell.

He pulls back, hesitant, nose brushing against your cheek.

"Really?"

"Kiss me and find out," you offer.

He doesn't wait, lashes against his cheeks as he meets you halfway, tilting your head to the side for full exploration of your lips. He's much gentler than you expected, shy almost, tender even when your tongue meets his and you can taste the hint of sticky mango rice you'd had for dessert earlier.

"Good boy," you say once you've broken free. He smiles in the way you're used to the most, right side of his face crooking with an edge of deviousness.

You turn to find Jaehyun watching, eyes starry with arousal but unreadable. Doyoung is on his feet as if he's preparing his exit, expression stony.

"Is something wrong?" you ask, meeting his calculating stare.

Doyoung opens and shuts his mouth, water pooling at his feet.

"Not enough punishment for you?" There's an edge to your voice that you recognize as the tone you'd used many times before, in your idiotic quest to tame one of his own.

The tension breaks when Doyoung laughs softly, crouching down and crooking his finger. You wade up the steps to meet him, hyper aware of the drag of eyes on you as you emerge from the water, dress clinging to your skin.

"I planned out such a nice trip for you, and this is what you really want?" Doyoung asks, eyes traveling down your body and back to your face in the kind of assessment that you'd seen other people wither under.

"Why do you think I agreed to come?"

“Noted.”

He nods, slightly, but makes no move to take what you'd already given the others. You don't let it dissuade you, fingers digging into the hard line of his shoulders to press your lips to his.

It's like kissing a statue. A challenge you're willing to meet as you delve further, rocking him back on his heels. You pry open his mouth with gentle bites and licks between each kiss, past his perfect teeth until you can explore his tongue with your own. You don't realize your hands are fisted in his wet hair until you're done, finding him collapsed on the wet cement, panting.

"Was that sufficient punishment?" you ask.

"For you? Absolutely not," Doyoung says, the rare full smile gracing his kiss-swollen mouth. "For them? Yes."

You glance back at your other two companions, clocking that they're both nearer than you remembered. Jaehyun's hand drifts over your hip, as if he's questioning letting you go in the first place.

"Should we set some rules? Or are you all going to take them as an excuse to break them?"

Jungwoo chuckles.

"No competition. Equal time, equal attention. And no possessiveness," you state. Doyoung looks up from under his brows with amusement, clearly enjoying your groundless attempt to set boundaries.

"I don't care what you throw at me as long as you don't walk back what you said about our friendship."

"I think we're something different now," Jaehyun says, voice cracking.

"I know," you say. You run a hand over his head, feeling his temple come to rest against your waist. "But you crossed that line first. I'm just saving you the trouble of playing some silly game to come on to me. I'm not a prize to win. I'm a person who knows you all better than you think."

You turn to Doyoung again, holding your ground. "You said you'd give me the true F4 experience."

"Within reason," he demures.

"Then lose your hangups and let me have a taste of what it's like to be just one of those girls you have no problem with having fun with. No special treatment, no regrets."

The stunned silence has you feeling a twinge of embarrassment at pushing your agenda this far.

"Impossible," Jungwoo answers.

"Why not?"

He pulls the hair away from your neck to kiss beneath your ear. Gooseflesh appears on your arms even in the warm air, anticipating his answer, but he's too occupied with trailing his mouth down, sucking lightly over your pulse. You feel dizzy, hand reaching back to hold his head to you.

Once he's had enough of watching you unravel Doyoung jerks you forward, grip tight around your wrist.

It's a familiar gesture, a reminder you are at their mercy. He cuffs his hand around your neck like he's going in for another kiss, stopping at a few inches.

"You don't get to set all the rules. This one especially. You are not just some girl with whom we engage in forgettable, inconsequential relations."

He pauses, eyes darting to your mouth before meeting yours again. "If we go down this path you're getting the real thing. All of it."

"We know you have experience." Jungwoo adds.

Oh you knew. They fucked around but they were careful about it, always gentlemen, always above board. NDAs in some cases, mostly for Doyoung. You didn’t know all of their specific proclivities outside of Jungwoo exclusively chasing women a generation older but you suspected whatever they enjoyed was much less wholesome.

Like Johnny's needs once he'd finally had you. He'd bent that way and much, much more. The difference was he'd never been as precious with you as they were with their little conquests.

If they didn't want the safety of a legal cushion it didn't mean they didn't need it–they just didn't think it would be a problem.

"I'm sure you've heard a lot of things about me," you say. A whisper of rage underlies the words, colored by so many rumors foisted on you well before you'd ever accepted their company–even more when they had.

Whore. Cockslut. Used goods.

Johnny had always been a contradiction–surprisingly prudish about sex but quick to use the grossest allusions to it when pressed for details by his friends, liberal in his name calling. They'd known him since childhood–they didn't believe him, even if everyone else had taken his words as gospel. You'd had your revenge by proving just how true those words could be in private.

"We don't know anything you don't," Jaehyun says, quickly.

"Still, I don't think you know what you're signing up for," you say. "If anyone is using anyone in this arrangement, it's going to be me. Or I'm out."

"You worried we can't show you a good time?" Jungwoo asks. It's a funny question with him pressed into your back like he'll push your head down into the water if you answer incorrectly.

"I'm worried you'll chicken out," you say, grabbing Doyoung's wrist to keep his fingers on you, covering them with yours to increase the tension. You'd always been strong.

Doyoung's expression is matched by his lingering hold on your throat, squeezing a little and making your eyes drift shut in pleasure.

"You always did seem to enjoy the humiliation a little more than our other targets. Can't say it wasn't an encouraging factor. You like it, don't you?"

He lets you go with a slight push, registering the way your eyes haze over with reflected lust.

"Yeah. Blame a few formative years of getting my signals crossed. Just part of the damage." There's no shame in your voice, another casualty of their efforts.

"You're not damaged," Jaehyun remarks.

"Not beyond repair," you agree, gaze burning into Doyoung's. His regard is a thousand times more revealing than a kiss, most especially the tic in his cheek every time Jungwoo decides to leave a mark with his tongue and teeth on your throat and you reward him with a moan.

"Should be fun seeing which one of us can push past your comfort zone, then," Jungwoo says, breath cooling the last bruise he's left on the back of your neck. "Find out if you have one."

"You're not dropping the competition?"

Nervous anticipation gives you butterflies, different than the ones springing up being teased by the three of them. Not one of them accepted being outclassed.

"No." Jaehyun says it well before the others. His hands drop to your legs to hold you steady as Jungwoo continues his assault on your neck. "But equal opportunity. I think we can all agree on that."

"Don't worry, we'll play fair," Jungwoo says, biting your shoulder. You jerk in his grasp, vaguely aware of fingers at your hem. Doyoung continues to watch, tongue darting over his lips.

"I hope not," you say. "I won't."

It's all the permission your captors need.

Your breath stutters as Jaehyun's hand slides up your inner thigh, circling the wet skin absent-mindedly. You whine a little, teased by the first intimate touch you've had in months.

"You better stay quiet. We do have neighbors," Doyoung says, voice pitched low.

"Think you can shut me up?"

He takes the hint, sliding his legs back over the ledge, letting you finish unbuttoning his shirt to expose his creamy skin. You spread your fingers over his firm abdomen, flicking aside the sheer fabric. He's intoxicatingly sensitive, muscles tensing as you follow the path of water down his long waist.

"You sure you want to play this game?" Doyoung asks, hand resting on your shaking fingers as you struggle to unbutton his damp jeans.

You look down at Jaehyun, smiling at him when you find he's still enraptured by your upper thighs. You wait until he looks back up, head cocked for permission.

"You alright with sharing me, tonight?"

Miles are crossed, bridges are burned as he contemplates the ask, returning to his shy efforts at warming your naked skin, lifting your hem to dangerous territory.

"Wouldn't dare stand in your way."

Jaehyun's approval is the best thing you've seen in a long time, even more so when he adjusts to be eye level with your now exposed underwear, back pressed to Doyoung's leg.

Jungwoo tugs at the strap of your dress playfully.

"Can puppy wait his turn?" you ask, looking up at your other torturer.

Jungwoo kisses you over your shoulder, messily, before casually breaking one of the thin straps of your dress where it's attached to the delicate gold cherub adornment. The night air pebbles your skin, exposed nipple hardening more as he trails a fingertip lazily around it.

"As long as you need."

He angles you down a bit towards the other man, just as Jaehyun's mouth finds you through the thin fabric of your lingerie–hot and perfect. Your knees are already weak and you have to catch yourself on Doyoung's thighs as you're touched and kissed and licked, still partially submerged and torn between warm and warmer.

There's a bit of menace in Doyoung's face, watching you unzip and find his length. He adjusts a little when you tug down the elastic waistband of his underwear, his cock already mostly erect despite the water. He's not as big as Johnny but perfectly sized, long and veined as he hardens in your hand.

You experiment with laves of your tongue against his flushed head, watching him for a reaction through your lashes.

"Sucking me off before I can even take you on a proper date." He tsks, the sound changing when you lower your head, tongue folding around his tip to devour him whole.

"You look so good with my cock in your mouth," he says. "Wish I could take a picture–"

You cut him short by taking him deeper, feeling him press at the back of your mouth. It's been awhile since you tested your gag reflex.

Thankfully Jaehyun has compromised on watching you while pushing your underwear into your sticky folds, Jungwoo playing with your breasts in the most maddening way possible with soft flicks and tugs.

Both of them are sending you skyrocketing to a level of joy yet unexperienced this lifetime, much less this year. You have to concentrate on Doyoung to keep from falling apart too quickly.

Jungwoo's long fingers help clear your hair from your face so you can breathe, giving them all a better view as you choke, letting drool slip from your mouth as you take it deep and hard.

The noises coming from your throat are nowhere near as obscene as the sounds Doyoung makes, angled back and thrusting weakly with each moan. You always thought his voice was beautiful, scratchy and breathy, but hearing him say your name in between gasps has your entire body enflamed.

"Fuck, you're good," Doyoung says quietly, angled back on his elbows.

Jungwoo holds your damp hair back, wrapping it in his fist to help guide you more gently. You relax your throat and take it, tears leaking from your eyes. If touch had you vibrating before, the sensation of being debased in this way has you dripping, your arousal exposed by Jaehyun's fingers slipping your panties down to the water.

"She's soaked," he says, running a single finger through your folds. You answer with a groan, other hand in his hair to hold him back before he can dip in again.

Jungwoo tests you, too, giving you a few swipes to collect your slick. He brings his fingertips to your mouth when you finally take a breath, letting you clean them.

It's delightful how Doyoung is unraveling already, arched back, eyes glassy. He drinks in the sight of you sucking two of Jungwoo's fingers until your cheeks hollow.

"You think you can finish what you started?" you ask.

"I don't think I'll ever want it to end," he admits.

"How about coming on my tongue?" You ask, pumping him slowly. You chase the taste of yourself with kitten licks of the beads of white on his head, going lower to trace his veins.

"Only if you want to swallow everyone tonight," Doyoung says. The offer is tempting. You hesitate long enough that he reads you like an open book, adding an edge of threat. "Or do you want to be stuffed like the little whore you are?"

The affectation has you seizing up in long-withheld gratification. Jungwoo grinds against your ass as Jaehyun ignores your hold to finally lick long paths up your inner thighs, chasing trails of slippery arousal and water to dive in, fingers spreading your legs wide.

It's impossible to find a retort, sinking back into Jungwoo's embrace as you're attacked from below.

"I think you should only fuck me if you can make me come," you counter. "And it's still Jaehyun's turn–"

Your words are punctuated by a cry, Jungwoo's hand clapped over your mouth as Jaehyun pumps into you with two fingers, hooking into your g-spot.

"Ooh," Jungwoo says over your head. "Guess you'll have to wait."

Doyoung sighs, taking over with his hand when you're bodily dragged back, Jungwoo lifting your dress to take it off.

"Leave it on," Doyoung says. "The ravaged look suits her."

You shoot him a look, unable to maintain your expression when Jaehyun's mouth works likes he's devouring you in turn, teeth scraping as he explores every inch of you, teasing your clit with darts of his tongue. Jungwoo frees your mouth to let you breathe, babbled words of praise spilling from you in between small cries.

"So good, so right, god, fuck–fuck." You're inarticulate as Jaehyun pumps his fingers slowly, spreading you and pressing right below his languid tongueing. Jungwoo's attention returns to your sensitive breasts, gently twisting each bud between his fingertips.

"Keep it down," Doyoung warns, but it's impossible.

Electric tingles spread down to your toes, tipped against the smooth pool floor. You let yourself relax in Jungwoo's hold, curling over your lover's head. Jaehyun is incredibly careful with you even as you're brought deeper, water lapping at his collarbones as he holds you spread and licks you in broad swaths.

"Need a hand?" Jungwoo asks, somehow catching Jaehyun's nod mid-effort. You're unmoored by the hand that slips in from behind, fingers curling into you shallowly, water lapping your immersed buttocks. Jaehyun gives up control but he's still also buried in you, drawing wetness out of you with each stroke of his fingers.

Jungwoo matches his speed, knuckle to knuckle, as Jaehyun moves up to apply pressure to your clit again.

"You two can get her ready. I want her after she's been used," Jungwoo says.

"Of course you do," Doyoung says, dropping back in the water, demanding your attention. You indulge him with your hand, pumping him loosely beneath the surface. It's hard to coordinate as Jungwoo's hand fucks you into the pressure of Jaehyun's grip tight on your upper thighs, each circle of his tongue on your clit making your vision shimmer.

"She's so close. Bet we can make her squirt."

"No," you say, automatically self-conscious.

"Did you hear that? She thinks she has a choice." The heel of Jungwoo's palm smacks wetly against your ass as he finger-fucks you, already too much before Jaehyun seems to pull you towards him, pressing hard into your walls. It's unlike anything you've ever felt, completely at their mercy as Jaehyun applies suction to your clit to bring you to the brink.

"Come for us," Doyoung says. He's pressed to your side, rutting against your waist while taking your mouth to keep the shriek building inside your throat muffled.

There's no controlling the powerful waves tearing through your core, your legs shaking and buckling as the orgasm begins and doesn't seem to end, torn from you between all three of them. A hot gush of liquid coats your thighs as you throb around their fingers, pleasure morphing into pain until you're begging for them to stop.

Jaehyun is the first to let you go, rising to share your release with a crushing kiss that takes your breath away, Jungwoo's fingers still reaching deep inside you.

"Good girl," Jungwoo says. "Was that your first time?"

You nod, cheeks hot, forehead pressed to Jaehyun's. You cling to him, still not quite down to earth from your climax.

"Thank you," Jaehyun says, laughing slightly. "Was that too intense?"

"No," you shake your head. "Just hold me, please."

"Forever," he says, lifting you to straddle his hips. He manages the stairs to collapse on the deck, wrapping you tight in his arms as you kiss him deeply, cleaning his face of your release with gentle swipes of your fingers.

"You sure you don't want to go inside?" he asks, when you begin to unwrap him from his shirt.

"I need you so much," you say. "I can't wait another moment."

He grins, shyly, kissing you as you help him out of his undershirt to reveal his swimmer's frame, triangular torso buckling into visible abdominal muscles. He's breath-taking, even more beautiful when you help him out of his pants and underwear to find his thighs flexed beneath his hard cock, shorter but thicker and so perfectly full and ready for you to sink down on.

He doesn't question taking you raw–brow furrowing in concentration as you adjust to his girth slowly.

"We'll do this without an audience soon," you whisper, hoping he can still hear you as he bottoms out in your heat and his eyes flutter shut.

"Yeah," he says, breathily. He's not moving, soaking in the sensation of having you completely wrapped around him. "I couldn't wait, either. You feel just as perfect as I imagined."

"So good," you assure him, moving for him. The lingering effects of coming harder than you think you ever have in your life aren't stopping you from bearing down on him, taking him harder and deeper with his wide shoulders for leverage.

"Fuck, baby," Jaehyun growls. "I'm not gonna last like this."

He takes control with a firm grasp on your waist, pumping up into you. Soon he's bouncing you mercilessly into his hips, laid back on his wet clothes.

You haven't forgotten about the other two men, not when Doyoung's kneeled behind you, straddling Jaehyun's legs to stroke himself against the swell of your ass.

Jungwoo grabs your hand to wrap around his own exposed cock, letting you feel him before you can even take in the sight of him bobbing over your head. Your finger and thumb can barely connect around his shaft, length too much to fit half of it in your mouth before you know it will be in your throat. Now you understand why the screams you'd heard from his room always sounded on the borderline of pain.

"Too much for you?" He asks, angling the velvety soft head to catch on your open lips. Jaehyun slows down his thrusts to let you ease into taking the other man, pumping Jungwoo's base as best as you can as you sloppily accept the suffocation.

"Must have had a lot of practice getting your throat fucked to take me so well," he says, angling your head to move past the back of your tongue. You can't answer so you squeeze his balls instead, applying just enough pressure with your nails to have him groaning in appreciation.

You lose your rhythm when you feel spit drip down your back, Doyoung collecting your earlier release from your thighs and mixing it with his saliva to rub his fingers against your puckered hole.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for all of us?" he asks, pressing a digit into the ring of muscle, causing you to choke on the heavy weight in your mouth.

Jungwoo pulls out, saliva trailing from your lips as he gives you a break to adjust. You press your forehead to the sheer tank separating you from his flat belly as you look over your shoulder.

"I can take it," you say, trying to relax. Doyoung inserts another slender finger, making you clench around him and Jaehyun until the other man is panting.

"I didn't ask if you could take it. I asked if you were going to be good."

"Fuck me and find out," you taunt. He's not like the others–he denies you anything but the wedge of his fingers into your ass, adding a third to stretch you when you're not loose enough.

Jaehyun fucks against the intrusion, holding out until you're closer as he twines his fingers with yours and watches you work Jungwoo's oversized cock in your mouth and hand.

"Knew you were a little slut who wanted to have all her holes stuffed. One of us wasn't enough for you, you had to make us share. I'm the only one who gets to fuck this tight little ass, though."

Doyoung drops another gob of spit on the dimple at the base of your spine, letting it slide over the gape left when he slides out his fingers. You cry out at the first intrusion of his cock into your barely-lubed hole, fighting to stay on top of Jaehyun as he works in with shallow thrusts, inch by agonizing inch.

"Keep forcing me out," Doyoung says. "I'll just fuck you harder."

As if to prove his point he grabs on to your ruined dress at the back, arching your spine for you and making you take him deeper. The burning pain blurs into delicious aching pleasure–you needed this more than you could have even imagined. Jaehyun grunts inarticulately, palming your breasts and squeezing them in time to the ecstatic shudders rolling through your body as you're filled.

"Open up for me," Jungwoo says, cock back in your gaping mouth. You let him hold you by the hair to fuck into your mouth, spit and tears mixing to splash on your breasts.

When they resume their individual efforts you feel yourself being pulled apart by sensation, only able to manage sharp breaths through your nose to keep from drowning as tears leak from your eyes and sobs rip from your throat.

"No cumming until she creams herself on Jaehyun," Doyoung says, reaching around to press hard into your clit. It's a hard ask with how overstimulated you already are but you can feel your muscles tightening against your will. Doyoung and Jaehyun's uhhs and mms mix in your ears, Jungwoo softly praising you when your jaw relaxes to swallow him despite the rock of your body against the other two.

"Fuck she's so tight," Jaehyun says. "I don't know if I can wait."

"Wait." Doyoung orders, picking up his pace. "She's close. Make sure she remembers to breathe."

Jungwoo groans, pulling out with a last slap of his head on your tongue, letting you lap at the precum leaking from him. "You two are useless."

He kneels down beside you, wresting Doyoung's hand away from your sore folds and rubbing soft, tight circles around your nub. It's not the stimulation as much as his mouth on yours, kissing with as much care and intimacy as you'd felt before, that carries you to a peak again.

"Oh fuck," Jaehyun says, lifting you with a last upwards jerk of his hips and spilling inside you. The rush of warm heat is so good you chase it, overworked muscles unable to hold against the sensation and twitching powerfully around both of their cocks buried deep inside you.

Just as quickly your knees give out, collapsing half on Jaehyun and Jungwoo. Doyoung's shallow movements turn violent as he no longer bothers to keep you locked on Jaehyun, thrusting a few more times into your throbbing heat before emptying himself and pulling out to rub the last few spurts onto your skin.

"Shh," Jungwoo says when you continue to whimper, sniffling from the tears sliding down your cheeks. "You're almost done."

You shake your head half-heartedly, clinging to his shirt. You're dizzy, adrenaline fading and leaving you boneless and blotted out.

"Please. Maybe just a breather?" you beg. "My legs . . ."

Jaehyun lifts you, and you hiss at the raw pain of your abused knees, grit brushed away by someone else's hands.

"Poor baby." Doyoung says. "Should have done this in bed but you just couldn't wait."

"'S fine," you mumble, swimming in the glow of your last orgasm. "Bed sounds nice."

"Get a towel," Jungwoo says, and Jaehyun rushes to grab one for you. Instead of cleaning or drying you off Jungwoo carries you to the edge of the pool, slipping in and cramming the soft fabric under you as he lets your legs dangle over the edge and into the water.

"What are you doing, puppy?" You manage to ask, holding on to his neck.

"Don't worry. I'll be careful," he says, palming himself between your legs. "Someone want to keep her head up? I need her to watch."

Jaehyun adjusts to embrace you from behind, spreading your limp legs so they can all see the steady leak of cum from your gaping holes. You hear the telltale click of a picture being taken, distantly aware Doyoung's phone is still–obviously–working.

"What . . . ?" You ask drowsily, acquiescencing to the pull of your dress over your head and off of you. You shiver deeply, warmed by the body heat of the man behind you as the other strips in front of you.

"You're going to come for us one more time," Jungwoo says, rising out of the water to pump himself at your leaking core. "I'm not letting you go until I can wring every last drop out of you."

"Fuck," you protest, writhing as he pulls you almost off the hard deck and onto his ready length. Jaehyun holds you tight, arm under your breasts as Jungwoo slides into the mess of cum and slick between your thighs.

"That's right, take it," Jungwoo says, pinning you against Jaehyun. "Breathe, baby."

"Too much," you sob, finding he's not even fully sheathed when the familiar ache in your belly of being hit too deep whites out your brain.

"You don't want your puppy?" Jungwoo can barely speak, ramming in deeper with each rock of his hips. "Don't want to be a good mommy and take all of me?"

Jaehyun is already semi-hard against your back, and you catch Doyoung's approval before he replaces it with a feigned look of disgust, slipping into the water to watch you both. You can see his arm flex, jerking himself underwater, the other holding his phone up.

"If we'd known you were such a whore we would have fucked you sooner. It looks like you'll need some more breaking in."

You cry out, stretched tight around the thicker root of Jungwoo's cock, letting him wrap your legs over his shoulders for maximum depth. Whatever pain you feel is so merged with the fullness and perfect hit of him against your walls that you don't mind it, you can't help but slip into a dreamy state of bliss.

"You're doing so well," Jaehyun says into the hair at your temple. "Can't wait to treat you right. Make you come on my tongue again as many times as I can before the sun rises."

"No, no, no," you moan.

Jaehyun pinches your nipple to wake you up, Jungwoo gasping when you manage to clench around him.

"You both got her pussy first. You should let me take her tonight. Keep her awake by fucking her as soon as she falls asleep." Doyoung threatens, pulling your leg aside to get the best angle of you being impaled and stretched fuller than you'd ever thought you could be.

"No one's getting her if she doesn't come again," Jungwoo says. He meets your tear-filled gaze, eyes half-lidded. "Is that what you want? To fall asleep on my cock and let me warm you all night until you're ready to fuck me?"

"Please, come for me, puppy," you manage to bite out, touching yourself in earnest to try and fight back. "So big for me, fill me up."

He takes the bait–you're folded in half, legs bent to your chest as he drives in, balls slapping wetly against you. When you're pliant again he readjusts his strokes to press into your upper walls with each rotation of his hips, and for the first time in a long time you realize you're getting close on cock alone.

Jaehyun seems to feel the change in you, grinding against your back as his hand holds your throat so you can't turn away. The pressure makes you practically feral, crying out for more.

"Just like that, like that, please please please," you moan over the lap of the water.

"Feel you sucking me in," Jungwoo says, face flushed and sweaty over you, hair dripping water onto your curled belly. "Let go for me so I can come in you so deep you can taste it."

"Yes, yes, please." You buck with the sudden electric tingle of another climax, steady tempo leading you to softer spasms than before. It's fine if you can't tell where you're at or what you're feeling because Jungwoo can, one final snap of his hips dropping you into fucked out darkness.

When you come to again you're wrapped around him in the pool, gasping at the sensation of his cock still slowly pumping the last of his release into you.

"Trust me," he says, hands under your backside, lowering you into water suspended between the night and the warmth below.

Doyoung spreads a hand over your breasts, Jaehyun beside him to hold your neck like he's teaching you to float. You let your mouth fall open and your eyes clench shut, tasting pool water before one of them–Doyoung probably, by the sounds--releases thick, white stripes across your tongue. Jaehyun follows suit, cockhead nudging against the underside of your breast as he paints your torso with molten heat.

"Fuck that was incredible," Jungwoo says, slipping out of you finally so you can sink into the water. You submerge as much as you can to lose the coat of stickiness, until Doyoung decides you're done, pulling you out and against his chest.

"That was . . . a lot," you admit, shaking against him.

"You did so well." He soothes you with a hand on your head, clearing your hair from your face delicately to press a kiss to your forehead. The gesture is so at odds with his recent persona that you can't resist burrowing into it, relaxing fully against his naked chest. "Not bad for an initiation."

"I'm one of you, now?" you murmur.

"Always were," Jaehyun says. He doesn't dare take you from Doyoung but he does lean down to kiss you deeply, hand running broad circles over your spine.

"Just think of all those red cards as an invitation." Jungwoo jokes, sinking down to eye level to caress your cheek.

You remember scraped knees and busted lips, cafeteria trays dumped on you by entire tables of jealous girls and sycophantic boys. Johnny humiliating you, ordering you to clean his shoe with his tongue when you'd taken the place of your weaker friend who'd spilled on it.

But you also remember the small moments of acknowledgement–the way Jungwoo had lingered outside your work waiting to get off when you closed to walk you home at night, or how Doyoung had bought out the entire store when you'd used the shitty part-time job as an excuse to duck out of being his date to a formal dinner you had no business being at.

And most of all, all those hours spent sitting beside Jaehyun in your rooftop retreat, silently appreciating the late afternoon sun turning the city brilliant as you shared one half of a wired headphone.

Maybe having your heart ripped out was worth it, if it meant having this.

"Which one of us do you want to take care of you tonight?" Doyoung asks.

You smile into his cool skin, melting into the knowledge that you've earned a place very few had shared. You'll enjoy it as long as it can last.

"Play for it."

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Hi!!! Hope you’re having a wonderful day! I was wondering if you could write some head cannons for the hashira (separate) x a reader who has health issues that cause difficulty breathing and the need to use a nebulizer (it’s a machine with a mask that you wear in inhale medication in case you didn’t know), and how they react to some of the side affects of it (tiredness, fatigue, mild full body shaking, hyperactivity) this is very much me projecting due to me not seeing much rep of these types of conditions. totally understand if you don’t feel comfortable doing it, I understand that these types of things can be scary or triggering for some but I figured I might as well ask. Again I hope your having a lovely day and thank you for reading <3

OFC!!! lmk if theres anything i need to adjust or info thats inaccurate, i dont have person experience with this form of condition and i attempted to write it as accurately as i can but if i need to adjust ANYTHING please inform me!! :D

🥀CW: some angst (with comfort), nebulizer, mentions of sickness, mentions of medication and medicine, shaking, exhaustion, etc

🥀Characters: All the Hashiras (minus Muichiro cuz i dont write for him) x sick!reader

Rengoku

When you first explained your condition to him, he was a little confused

Asked a lot of questions about your nebulizer, the type of medication you took, and overall just wanted to learn about it!

Rengoku is always asking if your okay, he is very blunt about it because he worries ab you a lot, however he doesnt show it since he wouldnt want to upset you

will ABSOLUTELY help you with anything you need, say for example your feeling especially tired or shaky, he will not leave your side! your happiness is always his top priority<3

Throughout the day, he does consistent check-ins to make sure you've eaten, drank water, and taken your medication. if you havent, rengoku will remind you that you probably should and will help you if necessary!

when your feeling tired, he pulls you into the biggest bear hug and lets you rest in his arms-

"Have you taken your medication today baby?" Rengoku's voice was softer than usual, making sure not to surprise you as he walked up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss onto the top of your head as you nodded. "thats good! I'm so proud of you, you know that?"

Tengen

your absolutely getting the royalty treatment, your getting PAMPERED!

can and will pay for all of your medical expenses, whether it be medication, the cost of the nebulizer, and anything else you want- he is very insistent about it!

Tengen wants you to live your life to to the fullest and flashiest extent possible, regardless of your condition and does everything possible to make life fun for you!

He would be understanding of your limits tho, and I think he would really enjoy carrying you around simply because it lets him take care of you. he would never want you to overwork yourself or push yourself on his behalf, and will check in on you if your looking particularly tired!

he wants to marry you the first chance he gets!

You were cleaning off your nebulizer as your husband came up behind you. "Here, let me~" Tengen whispered in your ear, moving your hands away from the nebulizer to wash it instead. "Tengen, I can do it myself..." you muttered, and he grinned at you. "I know, but what kind of man would I be if I let someone as beautiful as you do all the hardwork, hm?" His words made your cheeks flush, and he placed the nebulizer down as he wrapped his arms around your waist, dipping you low and kissing you extravagantly. "I love you doll~"

Shinobu

She is sooo protective over you, but in the best way! Shinobu is always making sure that your staying healthy and taking your medication, and will check up on your breathing whenever necessary!

Shinobu shows her affection through actions rather than words, especially when it comes to you. She knows she can never fully relate to what your feeling, but does her best to show she cares

She definitely educated herself on your condition and read up on possible treatment and ways to ease symptoms. she would never do anything you weren't comfortable with, but is always offering new treatments that may help improve your life!

When your feeling like shit, she will practically force you to stay in bed and let her take care of u!

Shinobu hummed softly, gently taking the mask of your nebulizer off your face before leaning in to kiss you. "Dont overwork yourself.." she murmured softly, moving closer to wrap her arms around you and run her hands through your hair. "I love you so much, little butterfly.."

Obanai

When you first tell him about it, he honestly isnt that phased

He doesnt view you any differently than he did before, and he thinks your perfect with or without your condition.

Obanai is always keeping an eye on you, just to make sure you don't get hurt or overwork yourself. He'll softly ask you questions about how your feeling, and stares intently at you making sure your not in any form of pain, physically or mentally

he is great to talk to if your upset, and while he may not relate or understand, he will do his best to listen

whenever your tired, obanai will carry you on his back to where you want to go! if your shaky, he will hold things for you and he will ask if its okay for him to help you, he would never want to overstep or make you feel incapable

Kaburamaru likes you a lot as well, and enjoys resting with you when your tired and will watch over you when Obanai cant!

Your hands shook as you attempted to pour the water into the mug, frustration boiling in your gut at your inability to do this seemingly simple task. "Let me." Obanais smooth voice made you stop as he gently reached out, steadying your hands with his own. "Do you want help?" Obanai and Kaburamaru studied your face, and you nodded softly. In perfect synchronization, Obanai held the mug for you while you poured the water in and added the tea bag. Obanai admired you, hearts in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around your waist in a gentle hug.

Mitsuri

she is ENAMORED with you she finds your persistence and strength beautiful in every way!!

mitsuri def wanted to understand how you felt and what your condition was like, and would also ask a lot of questions

SHES SO CLINGYYYYY its honestly adorable bc shes always holding you or hugging you and asking you how you feel!

if your tired or worn out, she practically drags u into bed to cuddle you! shes soooo understanding of your strength and your limits and will praise you SO MUCH for your strength and tenacity

when it comes to a nebulizer, while she may be sort of confused she is very supportive and will remind you (if needed) to take your medication!

"HEYYYY Y/N!!!" Mitsuri called out to you, running into the room and throwing her arms around you as she pressed kisses all over your face. Your nose wrinkled automatically from the affection, and she giggled. You coughed and she tensed, pulling away with a concerned look on her face. "Are you okay??" Her wide eyes stared into yours, and you nodded. "I'm fine, just... tired." Mitsuri's face brightened, pink lips quirking into a small grin. "Thats okay!! Come on y/n, we can go cuddle together in bed!!!!"

Sanemi

Sanemi is surprisingly considerate about your condition, and will fiercely defend you if anyone even dared say anything about you or your condition

I think he would bluntly ask questions at first, honestly he would be a little tad bit ignorant but only when he first met you

he would originally think you were weak but once sanemi began to know about your condition and all the stress and pain you had to go through just to live, he honestly began to admire you

sanemi would train you, just so you knew how to defend yourself but also because he wants you to know he doesnt think your weak

when your tired, he will pull you onto his lap and run his fingers through your hair while holding you tight and close to him. he'll never mention it and will pout and pretend to complain, but in reality he loves you so much and hates seeing you in pain.

sanemi would be hella confused about your nebulizer at first ngl- he would ask a lot of questions about it and about any medication you took, and would make a mental note to remind you about it

overall does EVERYTHING he can to take care of you and is honestly so worried about you- he just loves you so much

"What the fuck are you doing???!!" Sanemi gasped out as you crawled into his lap, wrapping your arms and legs around him and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "I'm tired 'Nemi..." you mumbled, hands shaking slightly as you struggled to calm your breathing. Sanemi sighed, pretending to be exasperated but the speed of his flustered heart gave him away. He pulled away to press a kiss to your forehead before pulling you close again and wrapping himself around you. "Your lucky I love you..."

Gyomei

When you first tell him about your condition, he begins to cry a little

Gyomei finds it super endearing how tenacious and hardworking you are, doing your best to overcome your condition

hes an incredible listener, and whenever your feeling tired or upset hes always there to comfort you

when it comes to medicine and your nebulizer, he will want to learn how to help you in any way he can. definitely educates himself and i can see him asking you or shinobu any questions about conditions similar or the same as yours

while he can't physically see you, he knows how much your condition pains you and will pray for your comfort sometimes

gyomei is HUGE and really likes carrying you around when your tired!!! he'll gladly invite you into his arms whenever he senses your exhaustion, but is always very gentle with you in fear of hurting you because your so precious to him.

You took a steady breath with the help of your nebulizer, Gyomeis large hands gently rubbing your back as you inhaled your medication. "My sweet light..." he murmured softly, so softly you had to strain a bit to hear him. "I love you... i love you so much." You can't help but smile, and he smiles too, grateful he gets to bask in your warmth.

Giyuu

When you first explain it to him, don't expect a huge reaction

Giyuu pretends he doesn't care much, why should he?

Yet his heart seems to stop when you first explain your difficulty breathing and your need for a nebulizer

a wave of fear washes over him so much it's almost paralyzing, hes terrified of losing you

Giyuu would probably try to push you away but only at first, when he realized how upset it made you he began to open up to you more

hes always asking about your comfort, he lends you his clothes often to make sure your comfortable and will memorize when and how you take your medication

Giyuu learns all he can about your condition and your nebulizer, he wants you to know that you can rely on him

Giyuu is not great at expressing himself through words, however he cares about you very, very deeply.

You know he cares by the way his deep blue eyes study you whenever you cough, the way his hands steady you when you shake

He would gladly switch positions with you in a heartbeat if it meant you wouldn't have to feel the pain you struggle with

Every time you cough or wheeze he swears his heart skips a beat, and whenever your tired he always pulls you so close to him

Giyuu pulled you close to him, gently placing the nebulizer away so he didn't have to see it. Burying his head in your hair, embracing you as he tried to ignore the pain he felt at seeing you struggle to simply breath. He knew how exhausted you were, and he wanted nothing more than to take the pain away. "I love you so much, my dear... never leave me, please..."

this was honestly such an interesting ask to write, and i really enjoyed it! i apologize if any of them are OOC, i havent written for some of them before 😭😭😭 I HOPE YALL ENJOYED!!!!!! PLSSS SEND IN MORE REQS IM DYING FOR MORE DEMON SLAYER REQS!!!

(also take a guess who my bias is >:D)

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hyperfixatedfandomer · 7 months

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Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora — what do we know about the plot and the lore?

Since many atwow fans, especially here on tumblr, seem to be unaware or not caught up on the new avatar game coming out in two months I thought I’d make this post and spill tea about all the juicy details!

First things first, let me respond to the biggest question you might have:

When is frontiers of Pandora happening, in terms of cannon time-line?

FoP is confirmed to be cannon to the movie franchise and plays out first during the events of the first movie, directly impacted by Jake’s battle in the hallelujah mountains and then continues playing out 15 years later, during the events of avatar the way of water.

What’s the story?

The character we play as is a young, unnamed Na’vi of either female or male sex (judging by promo images), depending on what you choose in the beginning of the game. Their fate is a tragic one, as MC, who lives in the west hemisphere of Pandora is kidnapped from their home by the RDA, together with many other children.

The captives unwillingly become part of T.A.P, or “The Ambassador Program”, and for years go through constant brainwashing and cruel treatment, all to become perfect "ambassadors" of RDA and enforce its propaganda, most likely through force.

They become soldiers, taught the weaponry and war tactics of humans, all under the rule of a frankly mentally unstable man named John Mercer.

(Yes this is him yelling at an 8 year old)

John Mercer is the presumed overseer of the site, controlling the project and acts as the main villain of the game.

When battle of the Hallelujah Mountains occurs and the site looses contact with hell’s gate after it gets attacked by rogue avatars and scientists, the staff sounds the alarm and humans rush to evacuate from Pandora, afraid that Omatikaya will find the base and attack them next. In their rush, John Mercer commands his goons to get rid of the evidence of T.A.P program, namely killing all the Na’vi children they abducted years prior.

They don’t get to do that however, as MC’s teacher, an avatar that has spent years teaching the children human subjects, shoots the guards dead in panic, leading her students to what presumably is an emergency bunker equipped with cryopods, and puts her students, including the MC to sleep so as they get to escape the wrath of John Mercer’s men and fly under their radar.

And there they remained for the next 15 years, un disturbed in their slumber until an unknown factor triggered their pod and it opened, waking MC from their sleep and, for the first time in years, they walk free.

But after an eternity in RDA’s clutches, the main character has forgotten all about their roots and customs. It is up to them now to reconnect with their home and become a true Na’vi once more, with the help of many characters we’ll meet along the way, young and old, from a number of new clans we had never seen before.

(I’m mostly excited about this old lady, she seems chill af and I like her fit)

But the healing arc is only part of the story, as we know that the RDA canonically comes back 15 years after the battle in the mountains. This time, they’re stronger, meaner, and right back at their business, so it’s up to us, the player, to establish a resistance in the west and fight off the aliens who once more infested Eywa’s lands. John Mercer is, unsurprisingly, also back, though thankfully not as a recombinant.

Okay so what is the EXACT time the main story plays out?

The story plays out the year 2169 according to the timeline, which is about the same time the Omatikaya perform a train raid we see in the movie. The RDA has established their base (Bridgehead) in the east and is trying to expand its operations to the western frontier, which is where the MC comes in. As a "child of two worlds", the character can use both the classic Na’vi weaponry as well as human firearms and traps of all kinds. Ironically the RDA, through its cruelty, had created a formidable enemy that knows ins and outs of their thinking similarly to Jake Sully.

Hold up so, if FoP and Atwow happen parallel to each other, does it mean that we’ll get to meet the movie characters and interact with them?

I can’t say for sure. Geographically, the game and the movie play out in two different hemispheres, which greatly brings down the chance of meeting any of the characters we know face to face. However, it is more than likely that the game will expand on the movie lore and we’ll get to find out more about Jake’s operations, as well as the operations of RDA (including the recom program).

Here is the link to the overview trailer of the game that will cover the info I wrote above and some more.

I heavily recommend that you check out the game, as it looks extremely promising so far and I can’t be more hyped! If you got any more questions, feel free to drop them into my ask box!

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ghostsvacuumcleaner · 9 months

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So... I don't have a very specific request, I'm just a huge fan of your writing and particularly the smuts you've written with Leon lol, so I wanted to ask for something really naughty like AS PORNOGRAPHIC AS POSSIBLE and maybe related to degradation kink lol please I'M BEGGING YOU NOT TO JUDGE ME, I know this isn't much like canonical leon so feel free to use other characters you like, really just wanted to use the chance of asking you something before you close the requests <33 thanks!!

Okay... Your wish is my command! I hope you don't mind it that since you gave me freedom to pick a character, I actually chose to write Wesker porn. If it's not of your taste you can totally send me another request and istg I'll do it with any character you want lol now, I love Wesker, and I like to keep as close as I can to the cannonical personality, so I should warn this gives a hella toxic and abusive relationship hints! I hope you enjoy it, anon, as well as y'all <;3

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ao3 | masterlist ✦ Pairing: Albert Wesker x f! reader ✦ Summary: You wake up in Wesker's mansion after accomplishing a difficult mission and he gives you a new drug he's been testing. The effects are quite... dear to you. ✦ TW: HIGHLY NSFW MINORS DNI, explicit, very explicit, smut, very pornographic, f!reader, little to none f! physical appearence descriptions, very much porn, p in v, degradation kink, unprotected, he cums inside, dirty talk, petcalling, he humiliates you a bit, he's rather toxic as Wesker would be, uses you, no fluff (very slightly in his own wicked way) I inspired this in this song, since I'm dumb and don't know how to embed spotify songs in here, click here if you'd like to hear it <3

You open your eyes to a big, vast dining room in front of you. The walls are adorned with exquisite wallpaper and ornate trimwork. The ceiling is high and vaulted, with beautiful light fixtures hanging from what seems to be golden chains. The room is lavishly furnished with a massive mahogany dining table, with beautiful wine-red chairs that seem to belong to a very expensive collection. Crystal chandeliers cast a dim, flickering light over the table, and paintings in ornate frames hang on the walls, with their eccentric content - suits the owner quite well.

Doesn’t take you much to realize you’re in Albert’s mansion. You’ve never been here before, only perhaps by the gates, delivering something off to the doorman and that was far from enough to even wonder what secrets lived vivid inside of those walls.

“You’re finally awake… Good.” You hear his voice coming from behind you, and then his hands calmly taking over both your shoulders, his fingers brushing against the thin material of your shirt. As you look down at yourself, you realize you’re wearing completely new clothes, different from the used, semi-destroyed ones you were before on mission. You’re clean, you can feel the delicious smell of your own perfume sprayed along your hair and neck. “You've caused quite a stir among my colleagues, my dear…” He continues, with a faint smirk playing on his lips; you shiver.

“Is that so… May I ask why, Doctor?” You ask, your face lifting just enough over your shoulder so you can look up at him.

Wesker chuckles softly, his pale blue eyes burning into yours over the rim of his glass. He takes a leisurely sip of wine before setting it down on the table, along with another glass - one he offers to you, in a hand gesture. You accept, sipping a bit from it.

“Do you underestimate yourself? Your talent? Your own dedication to me and my projects, you see - it is enviable for many, bunny.” His predatory grin widens in pointy canines. “And you succeeded again. I trust you encountered no complications in your way? Despite the clear miscommunication at the end, of course, dear I should’ve let you know about my little creation there…”

You feel a mixture of unease and a strange sense of satisfaction at his words. Deep down, you know that you want it - his twisted form of affection, his praising whenever you succeed at something he longs for. You can’t hold back a sly grin from forming on your lips as a response.

“I dealt with it.” You summed. “No witnesses, and your little creation almost killed me, Albert.” You sigh, and Wesker lets out a wicked soft laugh to your commentary.

“Nonsense… I’d never let you go to waste like that. Do you really have so little faith in me?” One of his hands slides up from your shoulder, trailing a feather-light touch along your neck; fast enough, a motion of his wraps it up around your neck almost entirely. You feel shivers down your spine and straighten up your posture to the sudden bit of force he applies.

“No, of course not… All I meant is, it was a complication. I don’t think I’d make it if it wasn’t for you.” You admit, your eyes gleaming through the dim light of the chandelier and gazing through his icy crimson eyes. Wesker’s free hand reaches out for your face, grabbing your cheeks between his fingers in a calm yet firm motion; it lifts your face and now you have no other option but to stare deep into his soul-eating eyes.

“Of course you wouldn’t. But then again, that’s what I was there for, hm?” He moves that bit of your hair from your face, wanting to see some more of you. The obscure gleam his eyes get anytime he lays them onto you is a terrifying feeling; not every man you met had enough power to unsettle you. In fact, none, till Albert. Till much before the weird chemistry and the hidden undertones to every aspect of communication between the two of you became unbearable, and you started falling for his disgraceful tongue, the desirable words he’d use against you. You started delivering yourself even further. If someone asked you when did it come down to becoming his personal object of pleasure - his slut, as he’d say himself, you wouldn’t know how to answer. The truth is, this has been happening for too much time now.

You get apprehensive, yet excited - he’s right. He wouldn’t leave you behind, he’d be right there when you needed him. You’re not that foolish - you know his goals are the highest peak of his life, but you definitely made your way to the top tier of his prized possessions, and you know that because it is for you he looks when he’s in need; it is for you he calls. Is that a good thing?

“Hm… you were keeping track of me all of the time? It didn’t look much like.” You ask, your eyes never really leaving his as they burn you in the gratitude facade he keeps whenever talking to you. You look suspicious for a moment, almost like you don’t believe him, like you accuse him of putting you through this risk. This man is a monster; you fell for those pretty lies he tells you; he plays you like a game, and you for one is having too much fun to let go.

“Oh, but I always am.” His thumb brushes your plump lips lightly, you feel fire spreading up across your thighs, a fluttering feeling brushing the walls inside you; your heartbeat speeds up ever so slightly, fact that doesn’t come unnoticed by his superhuman senses, almost like he can hear it - ba-dum, ba-dum. He smiles, a wicked grin, his laugh came out as a little nasal sigh. “Is this defiance I’m sensing right now? Are you mad at me?”

His demeanor is calm, calculated as it usually is; it doesn’t make you any less apprehensive now. Your heart beats faster. You regret doubting him.

“I’d never. You know so.” You refute, as quickly as you can. Your hand calmly reaches for his wrist, trying to ease the pressure he’s applying onto your cheeks right now; he doesn’t.

"Then give me a kiss." he purrs, his voice filled with an unsettling cruel sense of amusement from the fear he can sense from you; not too much, not enough to make you run away from him, just enough to remind you of your place here.

Your body leans towards his tall figure, you're devoid of self-preservation when it comes to him; your hand on his wrist seems to anticipate what comes next, when before you can even reach for his lips, his grip around your neck worsens and the air starts to feel thin around you; he doesn’t choke you enough to make you faint, he likes seeing you struggle, and there you are: this pathetic little thing struggling to find some air through his big slender hand, when he didn’t even bother taking off his gloves to touch you skin to skin.

“Where is my kiss, bunny?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowing in a psychopathic face of false pity. You struggle to talk, why do you like this? You feel adrenaline rushing through your veins, the need of winning or at least passing through this game of power he forces you through. “You can’t speak? Pathetic little whore, let me give you some help then.”

In a sudden and calculated motion, he roughly picks you up by your neck and slams your body against the big dinner table. A cracking sound echoes through the room as his wine glass shatters on the ground, and the chairs move around by his motion. You gag as you desperately look for some air till relief washes over you when he finally loosen up enough so you can pull oxygen in again. You don’t allow a single tear to form in your eyes, no, not yet.

“Now now, I don’t like it when you defy me like this, bunny, just when I complimented your complacency?” He speaks out again while you still try to recompose, slight red handprints appearing across your neck; his red eyes wander over it with a sense of pride, his smile fades like it never existed. He’s sternly piercing at you now, an expression that makes it very clear he pities your struggle.

“It wasn’t my intention, Wesker-” You cough, your gaze following his; your eyes seem to be looking for his although he avoids them for your own torture. Wesker lays his forehead against your shoulder, his free hand lifts the hem of your shirt only enough so he can brush the bare skin of your waist. You thrill, intensely. A weird feeling starts taking over your stomach. “I really thought I’d die in that place.” You admit in a whisper, your voice comes out as a breath that hits hot against his neck skin. As your cheek brushes through his sharp jaw extension, his smell invades your nostrils - male cologne, expensive.

“You’re suggesting then it was too much for you to handle?” He asks in a whisper against your ear, and you almost let out a warm, low groan in a response.

“No. I can handle it, I can take everything. That’s not- I guess I just-” You interrupt

yourself; his body is way too close to yours, he towers over you, you’re sitting over the edge of that table now with your legs around his waist - you feel something sparkling inside of your belly once again; your core throbs to the simple thought of his proximity to you, his cocks proximity to you. It’s so close, barely there, only a piece of fabric. Your entire body starts feeling weirdly hot, warm, burning desire consuming you as his hand starts pulling you closer, getting rid of any space between the two of you. You can barely breathe right now, What’s with me now? What the fuck…

“You just what, bunny, babbles, rubbish, foolish things, shut up. Talk straight to me.” He orders, and you can sense from his voice tone that he has a devious smile on his face now. Wesker squeezes your waist tight against him, his fingers now digging onto your skin, his lips brushing against your collarbone and you can’t hold the air in your lungs becoming tight in your throat; you let out a needy sigh, a whimper; please undress me. Please, undress me, fuck me, I’m burning up, I can’t take this, please.

It was at the moment your mind cracked you finally perceived that although you’d tremble just at the thought of Wesker’s cock pushing hard onto your tight walls, that was not a normal reaction of your body. Not by far.

“What did you do to me- ahn.” You ask, your face flushing red, your entire body seems to be out of your control, you’re sweating and catching your breath. He laughs at your weakness.

His hands start rubbing up your legs, your exposed thighs, grabs tight onto them - his fingers digging like he feels like hurting you today. You moan, incapable of holding your own reactions out; he smirks, raising up your skirt to your waist in a slow, precise motion. Haven’t come to your realization so far, that you’re not wearing panties.

You can’t be angry at him. You can’t possibly concentrate on anything else but the wave of pleasure you feel at any slight move of his. Wesker pulls his hands back.

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Brushing this needy little cunt of yours against me, you’re wetting my pants, slut.” He reprehends you, standing straight, not moving a muscle now. You look up at him, your eyes shining with need and your mouth watering in, your pussy aching for the touch he denies when he takes his hands off of you.

“Please.” You beg, realizing your hips are pushing against the hardened shape in the bulge of his social pants, staining it with your slick; he barely moves against you, his eyes locked onto your exposed throbbing cunt.

“You don’t deserve it.” He growls, before his hand palms your navel and starts brushing up your skin to your stomach. Wesker raises the hem of your shirt up enough so he exposes your breasts now and takes a handful of one; without a warning, his grip tightens and you feel your drugged sensitive body squirm in pain, projecting upwards, and your cunt throbs once again as you babble incoherently. “Is my little bunny in heat now?” He whispers against your ear as he bends down to you.

Thinking you can’t endure another second of this torture, your own hand trails down a path down your belly, and your fingers spread your folds - your middle finger parting them, rubbing at your own knob trying to give yourself some sort of release. He notices what you’re doing by the mewl you let out.

“Disgusting shameless slut…”

His hand grabs yours, stopping you from that momentary relieving pleasure. You whine once again, the heat you feel almost making you come to that very slight touch of his hand against your clit when he holds you.

“I’m begging.” You pathetically whimper with teary eyes, aching for some more of his touch and as you do, you feel through his pants a throbbing spasm of his stiff cock. His hips push against you willingly this time in a lustful motion and he grunts, expliciting his arousal for seeing you cry. Psychopathic monster. You love that about him. “Wesker, please fuck me. i don’t need anything else just, I- oh-”

“Shh.” He whispers, and his hand reaches up covering your mouth by grabbing on your cheeks, sushing you, and pushing you sitting up once again. As he does pull back from you, he sits back at the chair you were sitting before, and manspreads; the abrupt motion makes you fall on your knees in between his legs, and he leaves your face. “Earn it.”

You didn’t need a second to start desperately unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants and setting free his long, throbbing length; it swings up and slaps against his navel, craving for you as you take it all in your small hands and start pumping it.

Wesker’s obscure crimson eyes watch over you as you struggle to fit his shaft in your mouth, a sloppy mess of saliva decorating the corners of your lips - soon enough, you find your way through. You moan against his skin with your mouth full, in slow, delicious movements like you’re having dinner.

He drops his head back, low and deep pleasure moans coming out of his mouth in a hum, almost like he refuses to give you intense reactions; he slaps you in the face, one, two, three times till you’re a mess with strands of your hair glued to your face.

“Oh- that’s right… Swallow me, fuck- stop, hmm- stop.” He groans, before grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you back with contained brutality. “Open up.” He orders, and you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to him; he gathers some saliva in his mouth and spits it against your tongue, to which you willingly swallow. “Whose slut are you?”

“Yours.” You answer quickly enough, and he smirks, straightening up and tapping his lap.

“Show me then.” He commands, and you finally and desperately hop on his lap, both thighs around him, your hands looking for support around his shoulders which he quickly refuses by grabbing them both together by the wrists on your back.

With a move of your own hips and without any kind of tactile support, you guide your entrance onto his cock, your head flying back as you feel the warmth of his tip brushing against your dripping wet folds now; you rub yourself against him a couple times and your legs tremble to the shock of pleasure that quickly ran through your lower belly. Without any patience or restraint left in yourself now, you slide down his hard shaft deep inside your walls until your back meets his thighs.

Your hips start rolling forward against him, his cock stretching your tight walls, a sound echoing through the dining room each time your skin meets his; he pants, squeezing his jaw and tightening his grasp on your wrists.

“Good fucking bitch- ah- so tight-” He groans, one of his hands grabbing painfully onto your waist and guiding you harder each second, his mouth quickly taking over one of your breasts that swing freely in front of him.

You swear you’re losing your own conscience when your movements are hard enough for you to feel his tip hitting hard against your womb, a painful but pleasure soft spot for you; he thrusts against you again, again, and again, your mind goes blank and you let out a painful lustful moan as you bury his cock deep within yourself once more - hitting your edge, that point where you start feeling your insides twitching and your clit quivering in your deep orgasm.

“God- fuck!” You feel your legs weaken from both the pleasure and your effort, and Wesker uses his hips to lift you up only enough so he can pump his cock inside you a few more times, his face flushed red in effort, the veins in his temples showing up as he twitches his stomach muscles and feel his body contracting once he finally and deliciously releases his hot cum inside you, in spaced spurts of his cock.

He lets go of your hands as you collapse over him with your body exhausted and a bit dizzy, possibly by a residual effect of the drug he gave to you. You close your eyes for a moment, nearly fainting against his chest;

Wesker holds you firmly, and slowly pulls out from you, fixing you over his lap trying to keep you steady and you give a little mumble in return, your forehead still a bit sweaty from all the effort and the drug withdrawing from your body, slowly,

“You need to rest, don’t you, bunny?” He asks, standing up and fixing his pants in place as he carries you like a bride around his mansion hallways, his hand slowly rubbing your shoulder in hopes you’ll relax and not experience terrible collateral effects now that the drug one is going away for good. “Let’s see how your body reacts… We need to get you prepared for the experimentation, don’t we?” He asks with a clever smile on his lips.

You can’t catch up with his talking, nor hear what he still has to say to you lastly for your body’s too weak and you’re almost fainting.

He carefully lays you on his own bed and covers your body, fixing the pillow cozily under your head. He observes you for a couple moments, proudly;

“You’ll be my best creation…” He mutters, caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Rest well, bunny.”

#albert wesker #wesker #wesker x you #albert wesker x reader #wesker x reader #wesker smut #smut #resident evil fanfiction #albert wesker x you #albert wesker smut #fem reader #female reader

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Fluffy Head cannons

I'm giving you guys a small preview of each of our beloved men. My inbox is open to either elaborate or add more to these head cannons. But here we are! Let's get to it!

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind this is a work of fiction, so enjoy it as such.

Taglist: @jay02bo @asilentsiren @kingdomof-omens @the-way-of-words @thebadchic @signs-of-ill-portent @thesazzb @synthetic-wasp-570 @tearfallpixie @witchyweeb34

Okay, so, let's start with how absolutely proud of you this man is. He is so into you, so enthralled by you that he wants to shout it from the rooftops. But social media will just have to do. He Posts about you every chance he gets, while he is home, while he is on tour.

Captions: "Miss you more than words could describe. Can't wait to be home." "Touring is something else, it's a wonderous way to experience the world. And I can conquer it all with you by my side."

When he is home from tour it's a chance for him to actually sit back and relax. We all know he doesn't do a lot of that, poor boy has so many projects in that beautiful brain of his and he wants nothing more than to get it all out. Always supportive of him, but sometimes you catch him in the office-close his laptop. Take him by the hands and bring him to the living room to watch some shit show, anything where he doesn't have to use any brain cells to think. Just lays there with you and relaxes.

Popcorn fights. Movie nights would turn into the both of you tossing popcorn back and forth on the couch seeing how many each of you could catch midair.

Have you seen those old school movies where the married couple is in bed reading their own perspective books, like their life is somehow put together. Yeah. It's like that. He would be there reading his current post-apocalyptic book he picked up because it was one that he hadn't read yet, getting to the point of the book where the character is starving and on deaths door; your next to him reading your dark romance book about a Fae king who kidnapped the main character and is now currently railing her in front of his entire court. It's all about balance people.

Vlogs are all about capturing you in ways that may annoy you. You slept in and he rose early, he'd grab his camera barging into the room as your waking up "Babe, give me an update." "I just woke up, Richard." Vlogs of the trips to the grocery store, puns and jokes in the vegetable isle, taping how you have to climb on the shelves to get what you want-because let's face it, neither of you are tall enough to reach the top shelf and asking for help is for pussies. There would be random takes of you eating at the dinner table, your eyes transfixed on the TV as you watched your favorite show, close ups of your face.

#miw #miw band #ricky olson #ricky miw #ricky horror #ricky motionless in white #motionless in white

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PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX → THE SNOWBALL

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 3.7k || masterlist

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

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a/n: a little double update for you all on this fine saturday. steve and sunshine are confirmed to be the cutest (I may be a little biased). and we only have one chapter left until season 3! thank you all for reading <3

Inside a little cabin, tucked away in the woods, three children hid from the prying eyes of anyone who lingered from their past. But, for one night, they were allowed to venture beyond the tree line. The cabin was live with the smell of cotton candy perfume, streaks of pink and blue eyeshadow, a quick tutorial on how to tie a tie, and soft music from old records.

Sunshine sat on the edge of El’s bed and rubbed blush across the younger girl’s cheeks. She didn’t know what she was doing exactly, but she had watched her mother do her makeup a few times.

“Okay,” she said. “You’re all done.”

Standing up, Sunshine took extra care to check her dress for any rouge makeup smudges. She ran her hands along the velvet fabric, smiling to herself. The dark blue dress had once belonged to her mom but had been packed away in the attic for years. It was beautiful, and her mom was excited for Sunshine to wear it to her first school dance. The skirt fell just below her knees, it had flowy long sleeves, and the entire thing was covered in little golden stars that glittered in the light. Her mom had pulled back her hair with golden pins, and Sunshine did her makeup as practice before doing El and Leia’s.

The girls spun around their room in the dresses Hopper and Joyce had picked out, excitedly chattering about the dance in preparation.

A knock came from the doorframe, and Luke peeked his head inside. “Sunshine, can I talk to you for a second?”

Sunshine let the girls finish getting ready as she stepped out into the living room with Luke. The place was a comfortable mess of things that kept the kids occupied while they spent the majority of their time in the cabin, with frequent visits from the party. Coloring books, paints, comic books, rented movies, and newer records were all scattered around in a sweet chaos.

Luke was dressed for the dance as well, in a pair of slacks and a polka-dot button-up shirt. Hopper even dug out one of his old ties for him. Sunshine couldn’t believe how grown up the twins looked. It still shocked her, even after the couple of weeks she had been spending with them getting reacquainted. Their buzzcuts had long grown out. Luke kept his curls on the shorter side and Leia reached just below her shoulder blades. They both were tall, almost as tall as Sunshine; she feared by the end of next summer, all of the kids would be taller than her. But above everything, they looked happy and healthy, and that was all she could ever ask for.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Luke asked with a curious scrunch of his nose.

“You look grown up, that’s all.”

Luke smiled for a moment before a sigh slipped from his lips and he slumped down onto the couch. “Do you remember when we were trying to get out of tunnels?” Sunshine had tried to avoid thinking about that night, but she knew that was impossible. She didn’t expect that to be Luke’s mind, though, not at that moment, anyway. She nodded and let him continue. “And do you remember how, when we were climbing out, I grabbed Max’s hand?”

She had forgotten about that part. In the whirlwind of things, her memories bled together a little too well. “You saw something, didn’t you?” When he had any skin-to-skin contact with someone, he was forced to see their future. Sometimes there was nothing major, but other times Luke saw something that would haunt him.

“I saw a lot of things,” Luke said with a frown that brought an air of unease around them. “It was just a lot of colors. First, there was this bright light, blinding almost. Then, it was dark, so dark it felt suffocating. The feeling of the darkness, it stayed but the vision turned red. It was like it was dripping into the darkness, slowly at first, then everything became red and filled with screams from…from someone, but I couldn’t see anyone there, not even Max. I didn’t like how it felt, Sunshine. I’ve never felt anything like that before. It was awful and heavy, really heavy. Whatever it is it’s not good.”

Sunshine chewed down on her lower lip, thinking for a moment. It was Max they were talking about. She had some trouble in her life, but she was surrounded by people who cared for her. It couldn’t be something they couldn’t handle. The Gate was closed and their Upside-Down troubles behind them.

“Did you tell Max anything?”

“No. Ivy used to say it’s better if people don’t know their future.”

Ivy’s name caught Sunshine off guard. She braced herself, curling her fingernails into her palms. She didn’t know when hearing Ivy’s name aloud would stop causing her pain and grief.

“She did?” It didn’t line up with the last conversation Sunshine recalled Luke and Ivy having, where she demanded to know what Luke saw in his vision after he touched Sunshine’s arm.

Luke met her eyes. “Yeah, after I told her what I saw in yours.”

A dull pain came from her palms as she dug her nails into them a little harder. “Oh,” she muttered. She probably didn’t want to know what awaited her. Maybe it was different now that she was out of the Lab. She had a new life in Hawkins, maybe Luke’s original vision didn’t account for that.

Luke helped ease her fears. “It’s not for sure going to happen, any of it,” he said. “There’s always a chance something you did changed the outcome. But with Max…I don’t know. I can’t get it out of my head. But I know there’s nothing we can really do. It just sucks.”

That was another thing about Luke’s abilities, he could see the future, but he was never guaranteed to change it. You couldn’t do anything until the moment was upon them.

“All we can do right now is keep an eye on things, right?” She rolled her shoulders back and flexed her fingers. She didn’t like to show the kids her worry when she was supposed to be the older sister they came to and relied on. “We’ll look out for Max, make sure she’s okay.” Maybe that would be enough.

“Okay. I think we can do that.” Luke held up his hands in front of his face and sighed. “I think I can be a normal, non-future-seer for one night. But it’s gonna be hard if I have to make sure I don’t touch anyone while I’m there.”

“We have that covered!” Leia's voice shot through the living room as she and El slipped out of their bedroom. There was a glossy smile on their lips and sweet ballet flats on their feet. “Gloves!” She presented a pair of gloves dramatically to her brother. They were simple, black gloves that matched Luke’s slacks and shiny dress shoes.

He took them carefully from her hands and looked them over. “Isn’t that weird? Aren’t people going to think I’m weird if I’m wearing gloves indoors?”

“Who cares what anyone thinks of you,” Sunshine said. “You all deserve a fun night. So, put on the gloves and dance with your friends, okay?”

“Yeah! And if anyone says anything nasty, I’ll shock ‘em,” Leia offered, wiggling her fingers and making the living room lights flicker.

Their plan was swiftly shut down by Hopper, who entered the room with a shake of his head. “No. None of that in public; you know the rules.” He sounded tired, but a good tired. He wasn’t exhausted from keeping the town afloat and hiding his pocket full of secrets. Instead, he was a tired dad to three superpowered children who kept him on his toes.

Sunshine had a moment, a couple of days after the Gate was closed, where her anger at Hopper exploded when she came to visit the kids at the cabin. Her emotions got the better of her, and being lied to for nearly a year didn’t sit well with her. It felt like Hopper believed he had all the authority over El, but after some more time, she realized he was just trying to keep them all safe. He did what thought was best; Sunshine thought he should have told her. But neither one of them could go back in time. Sunshine refused to be apart from her siblings; therefore, she and Hopper had slowly begun to understand each other again. He was trying, really trying, and she was thankful for that.

“Are you guys almost ready?” he asked. The kids all nodded eagerly. “Good. I want to get a picture before we leave.” He waved around a Polaroid camera, which caused the kids to figure out how they wanted to pose, giving Sunshine the chance to speak to Hopper.

“Hey, Hop?”

“Yeah, kid?”

“I don’t think I ever thanked you for taking all of them in. You know, between the yelling and crying.” She hadn't gone about talking to Hopper about everything in the most mature way, but she was freshly seventeen and believed she deserved some grace. After everything, her brother and sisters were safe, in a warm home with someone who took care of them. When Hopper originally took El in, he told her he knew he couldn’t make everyone happy and keep them safe; she understood that.

He chuckled softly. “I get it. I would have done the same thing if I was you. But I am sorry I lied; it was the only way I knew how to keep both of you girls safe. I just…” he sighed deeply. “I should have gone about it better.”

“Maybe.” Sunshine shrugged. “But, if you had, the twins probably wouldn’t have found their way here. So, I guess it all kind of worked out.”

“Come on, we’re gonna be late!” Leia shouted, grabbing their attention. Hopper nudged Sunshine’s shoulder and pushed her toward the trio of kids to join their photo. All four of them, dressed up and radiating a newfound happiness, smiled for the camera. For one night, they were nothing more than normal kids attending a school dance with their friends, and they couldn’t wait.

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Steve parked his car outside Hawkins Middle just as it started to snow. In the passenger’s seat, Dustin combed his hair for the hundredth time and checked his appearance in the rearview mirror. Steve had to bite back a laugh at the kid’s nervousness.

“All right, buddy. Here we are.” They had spent the whole afternoon going over how Dustin was going to absolutely kill it at his first school dance. None of the kids went to the Snowball the year before because they spent the time with a recovering Will. That only added to the kid’s nerves. Steve and Dustin’s mother, who insisted on feeding Steve dinner, tried to reassure Dustin that everything would be fine, especially with the group of friends he had. “Remember, once you get in there-”

“Pretend like I don’t care,” Dustin repeated the advice Steve had given him. His hands reached back up to his styled hair, but Steve swatted his hand away.

“Hey, you look great. You’re going to go in, looking like a million bucks, and you’re going to slay ‘em dead.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.” Dustin let out a deep breath before opening the car door.

“Good luck!” Steve was ready to spend his night alone, waiting to pick Dustin up and listen to how Steve had been right. Hell, maybe Dustin would even dance with a girl or play some epic prank on one of his teachers. Steve just wanted the kid to enjoy himself.

However, Dustin paused halfway out of the car. “Actually, you know what? You should come inside.”

“What?” Steve scrunched up his face. He didn’t have many fond memories of middle school or more like they were a blur of boring days followed by basketball practices. He didn’t want to step foot back inside Hawkins Middle, and Dustin was a big kid, he didn’t need Steve to walk him inside. “It’s a middle school dance, dude. I’m not going in there.”

Dustin tapped his fingers against the roof of the car, looking between Steve and something outside. Steve went to peer out his window at what the kid was looking at, but Dustin spoke again. “No! I know that, but still, you should. Trust me.”

“I’ll pass.” Steve had grown somewhat accustomed to his quiet nights alone at home. It wasn’t like he had a girlfriend anymore and Sunshine spent most of her time with her long-lost siblings, which he couldn’t complain about because she was undeniably much happier than she had been the past year with everyone safe and sound and in arms reach. Steve started to enjoy his own company, sprinkled in with visits from Dustin and catching Sunshine at her mother’s store on the weekends.

“I’ll pick you up when this thing is over and you can tell me all about it, okay?”

Dustin was relentless. “Come on. You’re not scared to walk past your ex-girlfriend, are you?”

That was another thing; Nancy was working the dance along with Jonathan. It didn’t feel unreasonable that Steve didn’t want to hang out at the same event with his ex and the guy she liked. Steve wasn’t on bad terms with Nancy or Jonathan, but he already saw enough of them at school, he didn’t need to see them on weekends too.

“No,” Steve lied. “I’m not scared, dipshit. I’m just…I don’t need to be here. I’m not chaperoning.”

“Steve,” Dustin’s face grew serious, and he leaned further into the car. “I am doing this for you. Come inside. Five minutes; five minutes, that’s all I’m asking.”

“You’re not taking no for an answer, are you?” Dustin shook his head. With a groan, Steve removed his keys and left his car. “Fine. Five minutes, Henderson, then I’m leaving.”

There was a glint of something Steve couldn’t place in Dustin’s eyes, but he didn’t have time to question it before the kid dragged him inside the decorated gym. Steve was sure they reused the same decoration from his Snowball. It looked nearly the same, but the kids looked younger than he remembered and the teachers older.

Dustin led them through the masses of kids until they reached a familiar group surrounding one of the tables lining the back wall.

“What the hell happened to you?” Was the first thing said to Dustin. Everyone stared at Dustin’s styled hair and gaped. Max reached up to touch it, but Dustin lightly smacked her hand away.

“Your hair!” Will smiled, looking more alive than he had in a while. His cheeks were flushed and there was no trace of what he’d been through on his face. Will had always been a smaller kid, bony and skinny like Jonathan, but at least he looked to a little taller and held his head up a little higher.

“Pretty sweet, huh?”

One of the newest members of the group, Leia, nodded in approval. “Totally sweet.”

The click of heels sounded from behind them, and Dustin whipped his head around. A mischievous smile twisted up on Dustin’s lips as he said, “Oh, hi Sunshine.”

Steve spun around quickly, maybe a little too quickly. Sunshine approached them with a little wave. She was dressed up like everyone else at the dance, in a dress that sparkled in the warm light of the string lights overhead. Even without the use of her powers, she still managed to glow brightly.

“Dustin! You look amazing!” The kid blushed at Sunshine’s compliment.

“Thanks. We’re all gonna go raid the snack table. Have fun!” Dustin rushed out in one breath before he ushered the entire party off toward the table full of homemade sweets from the PTA, and left Steve confused and alone with Sunshine.

That little shit, Steve thought.

Sunshine didn’t seem phased that the kids left, probably because she wasn’t dragged inside and then abandoned. He didn’t know why he felt unprepared to be there or to talk to Sunshine. Steve talked to Sunshine all of the time; they were friends after all. But there was something that felt odd. Maybe it was the childhood nostalgia that hit him being back in the middle school gym. Maybe it was the way Sunshine smiled at him with makeup that prettily glittered on the face.

He cleared his throat, disrupting his thoughts. “You look nice,” he said. The words were clunky coming out and he was suddenly hyper-aware of every movement he had and word he said. His hands smoothed down the fabric of his red sweater that he’d found on his floor that afternoon. He silently cursed at himself for not spending a little longer fixing his hair or making sure his jeans didn’t have holes in them.

Though, his worries were quelled as Sunshine said, “Thank you. You look nice, too.” Steve let out a small breath. “What’re you doing here?”

“Honestly? I don’t really know.” Steve gazed over at Dustin, who was tossing pieces of candy into Leia and Luke’s mouths before one of the teachers scolded them. “Dustin made me come in here and then ditched me. What about you?” From the dress and heels she wore, Steve wondered if she was helping chaperon with Nancy.

“Hopper let the kids have a night out of the cabin and since I’ve never been to a Snowball before, he said I should come too. I wanted to keep an eye on them.”

It continued to shock Steve at how many things Sunshine had yet to experience. Little things he never thought twice about, like school dances, meant more than he could understand to Sunshine and her siblings. They had unfairly missed out on so much.

“This is your first school dance.” Steve whistled lowly. “Man, I remember my first Snowball. A week before the dance, my dad made me get a buzz cut.” Sunshine gasped. “I know, it’s hard to picture me without my best feature.”

Sunshine laughed, and Steve felt almost triumphant. When she laughed, her teeth showed, and little creases formed by the corners of her eyes.

“But it’s true,” he continued. “My mom picked out this awful blue suit for me to wear and I spent most of the night on those very bleachers. It was pretty miserable until Tommy H. offered me a cigarette. We spent the rest of the dance smoking out back and making fun of everyone in our grade until our parents showed up. It wasn’t the best night of my life, but I guess not the worst either.” Tommy H. had never been the best of friends, but he had once been a comfortable constant in Steve’s life. Steve didn’t necessarily miss Tommy’s asshole-ery, but he did miss having a friend who knew him as well as Tommy had.

“I watched school dances in movies, but this isn’t exactly what I thought it’d be like,” she admitted, toying with the sleeves of her dress.

“What did you expect?”

“Less middle schoolers.”

Steve looked around at the sea of short, awkward, middle schoolers swaying at arm's length from one another when an idea sprouted in his head. His heart beat a little quicker in his chest, stupidly, like he was suddenly a middle schooler himself standing in front of a pretty girl. Steve Harrington didn’t get nervous, he reminded himself.

“Since it’s your first school dance, you should probably dance with someone who’s taller than you and has a legal driver's license.”

Sunshine furrowed her brows. “What?”

“Do you want to dance?” He held out his hand, and for one horrible moment, he feared he completely embarrassed himself. His fear was quickly washed away when her eyes lit up and she took his hand in hers. He found a spot in the gym near the back of the dance floor where it was less crowded.

She looked around, concentrating on the kids around them like she was looking for something. Steve quickly realized she was trying to figure out how to dance.

“It’s easy,” Steve said, earning her attention. “Dancing. It’s easy. Give me your other hand.” She placed her other hand in his. “Your hands go here.” He lifted her hands to his shoulders, and she stepped a little closer. Her deep golden eyes peered into him, making him a little more nervous than he expected.

“And mine go here.” Steve hesitated, holding his hands just above the fabric of her dress that covered his hips. “Um, is this okay?” he asked, voice quiet as they stood close enough that he could make out the little white scar on the corner of her mouth from a couple of weeks ago.

Sunshine nodded and he rested his hands on her hips. To the slow beat of the music, they swayed together. The light twinkled above them like stars, and there was a sweet kind of innocence that settled over them. Steve felt less heavy, and he could almost pretend that he was back in middle school in a world where Sunshine never disappeared, and they were never apart. Maybe he would have asked her to the Snowball when they were fourteen, all awkward limbs and shy smiles. He wondered how different things would have been if the world hadn’t been so unfair.

Steve liked to think that moment was the universe’s way of apologizing to all of them. From that point on, hearts would be mended, kids would return to the playground, and everyone would be free from the darkness that was shut out of Hawkins.

But, as they danced in the warm gymnasium, darkness still lingered in their world, stirring in the brisk winter air. Up in the mayor of Hawkins’s office, stale coffee remained untouched on top of newly purchased land deeds and left rings on top of fine print that the man didn’t read closely enough. What was he to worry about? The small town needed a change; he’d go down as a hero, he was sure of it.

A couple state away, a man pulled his hood up and kept his head down. All he had was the coat on his back and a crinkled picture of his wife and son in his pocket.

Blood was washed from the floor of Hawkins National Laboratory and the door was locked for good.

And across the world, a plan was set into motion. Destination: Hawkins, Indiana.

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#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x oc #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x reader #stranger things 2 #stranger things fanfiction #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #el hopper #jim hopper #mike wheeler #will byers #max mayfield #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers

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kittyamore0 · 1 year

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𝓜𝔂 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 ᥫ᭡

Summary: Elias Del, the sweet 15 year old boy, who you used to babysit at the age of 18, has grown up! And it seems like he doesn't want you to continue missing that...experience.

Pairing: Yandere! Male OC x GN! Babysitter! Reader

Fandom: Yanderes, horror, yandere! Male, male! OC, dark romance, yancore

Genre: horror, dark romance, head cannons

POV: second person

Rating: SFW with NSFW mentions

CW: 3 years age gap, manipulation, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, male masturbation, innocent acts/victimizing the guilty, murder, animal murder, breaking of neck, very, very, very lovesick male! Yan, taking your pictures without consent, notebook of you/love notebook, room shrine, stalking, stealing personal value a.k.a clothes, cups, underwear, toothbrush, etc...

Age gap: 21 24, 3 years

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ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, who've you been babysitting since he was 13 and you were 16! Now, at the age of 18, it is your time to resign and start a new life at your dream uni!

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, who you knew always had a crush on you since he was 13! 6/12/2016 or June 12th, 2016; When you were at the age of 17 and Elias was 14. You were looking for the remote to his High school project, until you found a pink notebook covered in hearts, letting your curiosity get to you, you opened the note book

and what you found was a few good pictures of you that you had posted in your social media, your name with a heart trapping in it with the words 'i love you', 'mine', 'they're so cute', and a whole paragraph about how much he loves, what he loves about and more!

You giggled at the thought of the sweet boy having a crush on you, a simple, small crush. He'll get over it though! Or so you thought. You placed the notebook down, and spotted the remote near his lamp. You quickly grabbed it and ran out of his room.

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, currently 14 by the time of '6/12/2016 or June 12th, 2016,' who noticed how giddy you were after returning from his room, as he eyed you suspiciously. When you had gone to the bathroom, he ran up to his room, only to find his love notebook moved in a different spot than it originally was.

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, currently 14 by the time of '6/12/2016 or June 12th, 2016,' whose cheeks go absolutely red at the fact you saw his love notebook. What did you think of him now? A freak? Weirdo? Creep? Stalker? Or the better alternative, which was a lovesick, sweet boy who just had a teeny, tiny (even though it's bigger than teeny, tiny) crush on his babysitter! Oh, he hoped it was the alternative.

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, who asks for goodnight kisses and pouts whenever you reject the thought. "Can i have a goodnight kiss?" You sighed. "Eli, you're too old for a goodnight kiss," he groaned and rolled his eyes. "So what? That doesn't stop Brahms Heelshire from asking for one!" You shook your head and chuckled at his childish manners. "Okay, then..." You leaned in forward and placed a tender kiss on his temples. His heart pounds with excitement, his eyes dilated, replaced with seemingly heart pupils and his breath ragged. "Goodnight, Eli..."

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, who begs his parents to invite you to some of their holidays, and gets all excited when you do come. "[Name], [Name!], lets make cookies together!", "Oh, you got me a gift...? Tha thank you! I got you a gift too!", "horror or Christmas movie?"

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, who gets so offensive and jealous when one of his friends plans to hit on you, or talk about you like they plan to be more than just the kids you babysits friend. "Dude, is that your babysitter?" Elias raised an eyebrow at his friend. "Yea, and?" His friends eyes widened at Elias. "They're hot! What do you mean by 'yea, and?'" Elias held back a scowl forming in his throat. "Don't even try, Trevor. You're bitchless. You can't pull, so what makes you think you can pull MY hot ass babysitter?"

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, who's an absolute sweetheart and listens to you a lot, but when a back up nanny comes in because you can't watch him. Dear lord. He has such a bad attitude. He either wont listen to the nanny or he'll do the opposite of what they said. He'll stay in the room all day, and he''l sometimes purposely get them fired if he really doesn't like them. "[Name!], why'd you leave me with that monster? They were horrible! They were mean to me and Stella! You're so much better, so much nicer...don't leave us again..."

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, who has a sweet, golden retriever who he named 'Stella,' he had easily gotten jealous of Stella. You were always praising her, giving her kisses, cuddling with her, petting her, napping with her on the couch. He had it. He was going to go insane! This damn dog didn't deserve your attention! HE did! Why can't you see that? He wanted some relief, he needed relief

So, the only solution he thought of was...if he had gotten rid of her. "Stella, come out here girl!" He was home alone with Stella, waiting in the backyard for her to run out that typical doggy door. He cocked his head to the side, and let a sweet, sickly smile take over his lips. He hugged Stella with a tight hold, letting his arms quickly run up to her neck. She whined and whimpered, scratching at his skin. He let out a maniac-like laugh when he felt her head jolt to the side, in an impossible position, and her neck let out a...snap!

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, who came crying to you, stuffing his face into your chest. "My par parents found Ste Stellas body! An and she was all man mangled up up!"

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, whose eyes were all puffed up and red, so was yours. Your arms draped over his body. His face still in your chest from earlier as he refused to move from that position, claiming it was 'comforting,' but what was hiding on the face was the same sweet, sicking smile he wore during Stellas passing.

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, who watches as you undress yourself, getting ready to hop in the shower that was in your attached bathroom. His breath all uneven and the length in those tight jeans grows warm and suffocating.

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, who goes ahead and sneaks into your room while your showering, and take some of his favorite pair of underwear (or bra) shirts and pants that belong to you

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, who uses your lovely-smelling clothes for pleasure, stuffing his face into the soft fabric while he lets out filthy noises and his hand fastens its pace.

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, who claims 'he has no idea how your clothes keep disappearing!' "Im 15! why would i take them? I respect your privacy and items!" Liar.

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, who was crushed when he heard you were resigning. After all he'd done for you.

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, who starts crying and begs for you not to resign and to stay with him. "Please, please, please, please...Im sorry if i did anything wrong, please! Don't lea leave me!"

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, who you have to let go. Hah, just kidding. If you're going, then hes coming along. You just wont know it. You cant escape him, [Name]

ELIAS DEL Your sweet 15 year old boy, who is now 21! has been stalking you ever since you resigned from babysitting. He knows your new current job, where you live, where your uni is, where your favorite place is, where your favorite shop is, etc...

ELIAS DEL Your sweet Elias, who has made it his daily hobby to take constant pictures of you, tape them on his shrine room in his apartment and stare at them 24/7!

ELIAS DEL Your sweet Elias, who finally worked up the courage to meet you at your favorite coffee shop. "[Name...?]" You turned around to see a familiar man, but then it clicked in your mind. "Oh, my god...Elias!" He let out a slight chuckle, as he embraced you. Now, you were the one face planted in his chest.

ELIAS DEL Your sweet Elias, who had gotten your phone number after that interaction, yay!

ELIAS DEL Your sweet Elias, who also got the courage to do something else...

...He made it in front of your house by midnight, as he snuck his way through one of your windows. Careful not to make any of the floor boards shriek, he entered your room with ease. He admired your sleeping figure with a lovestruck expression on his face. He softly grabbed your wrist and slipped a rough rope on them, making both of them tightening on each other.

Elias finally had you, after 6 years. He had lost you once, but never again. He's never letting you go again, ever.

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 9 months

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Anonymous: Emotional Jack head cannon

Emotional Jack Headcanon

Anger: You have rarely seen Jack angry. Frustrated and annoyed, plenty of times, but it takes a lot for him to physically show anger. Your strongest memory of him angry is when Brooklyn was barely a day old. You were in the hospital stressed and anxious because you had barely held your daughter for 30 minutes before they were taking her away for tests and no one was telling you anything. The rush of hormones and the last 24 hours of giving birth were too much, and you were inconsolable. Jack watched you get blown off by the nurses one time too many before he had enough. “WHO THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO PAY TO GET MY WIFE SOME ANSWERS? TELL ME HOW MUCH, AND I’LL PAY IT” You could hear him yelling at the nurses station from your room. He had the entire labor and delivery floor terrified, but you immediately got to see your daughter again. Jack saw red when it came to you and Brooklyn being upset, and he’d do anything to make sure you weren’t hurting anymore.

Happiness: Jack rarely allows himself to be truly happy. He’s always moving forward, wanting more, because he’s afraid the things that make him happy will slip away if he lets his guard down. The first time he met you, he remembered being unapologetically happy. You were just so full of life and kindness, and he knew he’d do anything to make you his. He wanted to be a better man for you. At first your relationship was so easy and natural, but his insecurities started to creep in, and his grip on your relationship tightened. He was short with you one night, his frustrations about losing you bubbling to the surface, but you just wouldn’t give in. Every dagger he threw at you, you met him with compassion, something he didn’t think he deserved. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I love you, and I’m not going anywhere. We’ll get through it together.” He replayed your words in his head every time he became insecure, and he felt the walls he built start to fall. He’s allowed himself to feel happiness with you ever since.

Love: Loving Jack is easy. He’s kind, humble and treats you they way you always wished your previous boyfriends would have. Where other people may tell you he loves you, Jack shows it. In the way that he checks in with you to make sure you’re okay, or you feel his protective touch when you’re out in public. You never have to wonder where his loyalty lies, and you never second guess your relationship when you’re together. Its loving him at a distance that can be difficult, and it’s almost broken you two apart many times. It’s not that you think he’ll cheat on you while he’s on the road, but the weeks of loneliness are hard to deal with, and a phone call doesn’t replace a physical body laying next to you at night. He knows his career is hard on you, and is forever grateful that you are understanding.

Sadness: Jack really opened up to you while he was recording JACKMAN. It was a project that was more emotional and raw than any of his previous albums and he covered some very dark topics that you never thought he would allow the public to witness. It was a reminder to you that even when you love someone with your entire soul, your love does not rid them of their own sadness and internal struggle. “What can I do to help you, baby?” you asked him the night after his GMA performance, a point where he felt his lowest. You knew he didn’t have an answer for you, but it was your way of telling him that you were here for him, and you were going to walk through this together.

Fear/Anxiety: The first time Brooklyn was sick as an infant, Jack was truly scared. She was so small and helpless, and there was nothing he could do to help her. She spent days in the hospital with pneumonia, and he spent most of his time thinking his time with his best friend was going to be short lived. He was by her side the entire time, giving you time to rest, and he would talk to her, telling her stories about how amazing her mom was, and all of the things he couldn’t wait to do with her. “I need you, so you can’t leave us yet.” His heart was pounding out of his chest, and until now he realized he had never loved anything as much as he loved Brooklyn. She was a part of him, taking up space in his heart that could never be replaced with anything else. That scared the crap out of him. As she got better and was able to come home, he knew he would do anything to protect his little family.

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x reader #jackharlow #jack harlow concepts #jackman harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic

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celabi · 1 year

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Let me preface this by saying many aren't here for this. But I want to hear if you have any angsty thoughts about creepmouche? What would make him bored in reader, and is there a possibility his obsessions could be redirected to some other person? Or how would he deal with a reader who outmatched his scummy energy and was too much to handle for him? If you have no thoughts, feel free to just not answer this ask, I'll understand, since this isn't the usual cup of tea served here! 💕 thank you so much for writing though!

Honestly… I don’t think reader could ever bore Scaramouche just because he is already way too far into his deep obsession. She (you) excites him way too much to the point where every thought in his head is pretty much revolved around her, leaving no space for any negative or doubtful thoughts that could taint the perfect image that he holds to her. Meaning there’s no way that he could ever think to love anyone that isn’t you, Because just the thought of being in the presence of another leaves a disgusted taste on his tongue.

I haven’t really added Scaramouche’s cannon betrayals in this Au, but maybe (not including his mother, Ei, who I plan on adding more interactions with down the line) he could of had two friends before he met you that had abandoned him, which had left a massive impact on certain questionable characteristics that maybe have overtime, fed into and slowly started to harbour his overbearing and possessive feelings— to the point where he has never thought to ever give up on you, or project these unhealthy feelings to another.

I’d say if reader had the same type of behaviour as him— like a hidden dark obsession or just being a straight up borderline yandere, he’s taking it as a win. With you being as weird as he is, he’s can finally put his embarrassment off to the side and no longer have to feel ashamed when he does these questionable things, like stealing your underwear and setting up cameras in your room. It excites him to think that there is a huge possibility you enjoy it as much as he does.

If you do share these tendencies— he knows that he’ll no longer have to worry about you falling for anyone other then him. He’s already a very jealous person, so if you voice your obsession towards him and distaste towards others, he’s grinning like a maniac and telling you that he always knew you were perfect for each other, like god had handpicked two lovers that were destined to be with each other for eternity. Because that’s how long he will love you.

Nothing is ever too much for him to handle— mainly because he is as far along into his obsession as he possibly can be. Meaning, he’d do absolutely anything for you without a second thought, as his pride lays long forgotten behind him. In his vision— everything you say is automatically correct and anything you do is absolutely perfect, nothing less.

Idk something like that 🤷‍♀️ thanks for the ask! It was really interesting, and very different from what I usually get— because everyone wants scara to be so love drunk for the reader l m a o <3 (me too but like)

i hope this was okay, but I just don’t see him falling out of his obsession, or loving another. I guess that’s what abandonment issues does to some people lol 💁‍♀️

#anon #scummy scara :(#yandere scaramouche

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buckets-and-trees · 1 year

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https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/imyourbratzdoll/712204199793917952

Stop I love you for this

He’s the most beautiful most scrumptious man

I’m so happy for his gfs who get to have him

This is honestly so sweet

I need someone to do this to me, to bring me back to life. NOW 😭

OKAY YES, BUT LIKE I SAID BEFORE...

jdka;f;adlf

And nonnie, your ask here got me thinking about this again okay I think about his forehead kisses many times a week but that's beside the point

But I got to thinking about how this would play out with Bucky...

Characters/Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader - gif above is a female, but writing below is not female-coded, can be read gender neutral Content: bulleted head cannon, fluff, workplace angst A/N: we're just letting this spill out and seeing where it goes, no editing, and maybe I'm not the only one who needed this

there's an element of touch-starved in Bucky Barnes because of his time as the fist of HYDRA

but I think as he begins to come into his own again, one of the things he's probably constantly aware of is his body

because not only does he have fully autonomy again, he's also the super soldier - increased strength, sharper senses

he's not a weapon, but his movements matter, and especially because they're finally all his now again

once he's seeing you, in a relationship with you, he's very aware of how the acts of physical intimacy - hot and heavy and sexual, to the nuance, the normal moments

and he doesn't smother you 24/7 with constant touching, but once he knows he's all in with you (even if it's still early stages of the relationship and he's letting it move at a natural pace, not pushing because he just knows and he's content to let things unfold because he's happy) he doesn't hesitate or hold back at all with physical touch

one day after work, he's invited you to come to his place for dinner

he's cooking when you arrive, so when he lets you in, he greets you with a warm smile, pulls you in for a short but sound kiss, and then ushers you back into the kitchen with him

and as you fall into conversation, he can tell in your tone, it's finally been an awful day

he knows you've been burning the candle at both ends, and the past couple of weeks you've been putting in a lot of extra hours because there were special projects that really were important to you, and you're not one to half-ass anything, you're a stubborn over-achiever, and he loves that drive and spirit in you but he knew your relentless pace would call for recovery at some point

so first he listens while you explain what happened that day, continuing to fix dinner while you lean up against the counter

"and I love my job, and of course it isn't perfect, but for the most part I still love the work, even though Rachel is still a pain in the ass, and I wish Jerry would do a bit more, and usually that's fine, but today I just wanted to cry or punch people pretty much all day after 12:30, and I hate that I felt that"

Bucky steps in front of you, letting one arm wrap around you to pull you close while his other hand cradles your jaw, tilting your head slightly, and his nose softly nuzzles over your brow before he plans a kiss on your forehead

you soften into his hold and he wraps his other arm around you

you tuck your head into the crook of his neck and he slowly rubs your back

"you're allowed to not like your job sometimes - it's work"

you groan, "and it's worse because I'm complaining to a freaking avenger as if you don't risk your life every time you go to work"

"don't do that, what you do is important, too - and let's not over exaggerate: I'm more durable than your average avenger, so it's not that risky"

he can't fix this, and he knows you don't want him to, but he can listen, and he'll hold you and tell you with more touches and kisses throughout the night that you matter to him and he sees the hard work you put into you career, and he'll talk and not talk with you the rest of the evening

he'll worship you properly in his bed, and then he'll convince you to stay over, and in the morning he'll convince you to take the day off because you really do need the rest and he can spoil you and spend more time memorizing every inch of your body all day which is just a fringe benefit for him

but orgasms aside, the way your heart swells each time he takes a moment simply to plant his affection, his adoration for you with a soft kiss on your forehead...no one needs forehead kisses, they're not in the script, and so they mean something both to him when he gives them and to you when you feel those lips mark you with tenderness

he did it when you dropped off to sleep, he did it when the two of you woke up

you'll stay in his arms forever if this is what it will mean to be his to care about and share a life with

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x gn!reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fluff

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officialmistyquigley · 10 months

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Hi can you please write some yandere head cannons for Lottie precrash.If not let me know and have a good one!

Of course dear! Hope you like these!~

Lottie Matthews Yandere Headcanons

Yandere!Teen Lottie Matthews x Reader (Pre-crash)

She would have eyes for you before you even met.

Something drew her to you, something about you made her want you. No, something made her need you.

Lottie would first see you in your guys’s precalculus class. You were both partnered up for a project and got to know each other a little bit before parting ways. But Lot didn’t ever part her way from yours. In fact she wanted to get closer to you without knowing it.

At the beginning her crush on you was innocent and sweet. She’d get flustered seeing you and would kinda smile and gaze at you when you didn’t realize it.

She would try to become friends with you… cause she wanted to get closer to you.

But then… she would sense that you were going to come to her eventually. She’d get a vision about you, even though she was on her medication, which brought her to you.

Her obsession with you would start as a result of the vision.

Before it started, she would constantly try to get your attention at school, either by impressing you by her soccer skills or saying a simple “hello”, greeting you.

Lottie would believe that you were like some angel and would like completely fall in love with you.

And obsess over you.

Well, she’d know that you weren’t an angel but still.

It got to the point where her meds couldn’t stop Lot from her obsessive behavior. But she would remain very subtle, you wouldn’t even know that she was obsessed with you.

You and her would become friends after you decided that she was friendly, especially with how often she greeted you or said good morning. Little did you know, though… how oblivious you were.

Lottie gradually would get more fidgety under your gaze, as well as gradually get more indulged in her obsession over the weeks of you two becoming friends.

Seeing you around other people would anger her, but you wouldn’t even know she was angry. Her only thoughts would be possessive, that you could only belong to her, that she needed to protect you because you were this cute little angel in her eyes.

She’d act fine with it, totally cool that you had other friends, when inside she’d be scrambling to protect you. Because part of her would know that it’s frowned upon to be this way.

You would start attending her soccer games and the more sweeter side to her crush, well, obsession over you would be how she wanted to impress you every chance she got.

Every time you went to the Yellowjackets’ games, Lot would feel really happy.

Lottie would be a nicer yandere. Not so much as violent, Lot was never the violent type. She would be extremely caring, possessive, and protective though.

However she would stalk you around at school, feeding into her giddiness of your presence.

But within a couple months she felt comfortable enough around you to start expressing her possessiveness and intense protectiveness, which you were taken aback by when she first started doing it, but eventually got used to. Okay, so Lot had to be your only friend, that was fine… no, it wasn’t, but you didn’t know what else to do, you were practically helpless in her eyes!

You and her started hanging out more and Lot loved that. She always felt giddy around you now knowing that she’d got you to isolate yourself from everybody around you but her, so now she could feel peace.

And if that didn’t work, with the isolating shit and stuff, then she’d manually go and spread rumors about you to your friends so they stopped being your friends, unbeknownst to you and against your knowledge, you wouldn’t be able to believe that Lottie, out of everyone, was spreading rumors about you. Nat even said it herself that she didn’t talk shit unless someone deserved it.

But it was for a good cause in Lottie’s eyes, she wasn’t talking shit for no reason of course, it was to sabotage your relationships. And it worked, she never talked shit about anyone but you and only for her own gain.

Eventually when people stopped hanging around you, you became lonely and confused as to why this was happening, and her unsettlingly happy self convinced you to start dating her, and you agreed, but were reluctant at first.

Anyway she completely locked you into the relationship so you wouldn’t be able to leave.

Lot would be able to force you into marriage eventually too.

Well… that’s your life now.

#yandere #headcanons #headcanon #yellowjackets #teen lottie #lottie x reader #lottie matthews #lottie yellowjackets

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bloodywings · 2 years

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MHA characters as your best friend

Hi, this is the first set of head cannons I've ever done, so if there's anything wrong with them please let me know!

So this is what I think the these BNHA characters would be like as your best friend.

CW - One mention of depression, fluffiness galore

Characters in this include: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, and Denki Kaminari.

Enjoy the read darlings <3

Izuku Midoriya

I feel like he would probably get on your nerves at first.

Like not Bakugou type of get on your nerves, but his insistent mumbling would probably be agitating.

That's why I feel that you would probably become friends during a project.

You two were partnered together (forcibly) for an English project.

When present mic informed you that you two were paired together, you weren't upset, but you weren't jumping up and down in your seat either.

Regardless you sat next to him in class and started your project.

You both decided that the project would go by quicker if you did it outside of class, so you met up in the library.

The project wasn't that long and the two of you finished it in a few hours.

Before you could speed walk back to your dorm, Midoriya asked if you wanted to go down to the café down the street the next day.

"I don't really know anything about you and I want to be your friend :)"

How could you possibly say no to that :( ???

also because he said it was his treat, but that's besides the point-

And then you find out that he's such a sweetheart, and so inspirational.

Okay now past the mush BS and onto how he'd be as your bestie.

I feel like he talks about you so much to the point where people think he has a crush on you.

He doesn't, he just thinks you're amazing and such an inspiring hero :(

I also firmly believe that he will send you voice messages in the middle of the night when his brain is awake.

Like you've learned to keep your phone on silent at night or else you'll wake up to pings over and over again.

Sends like ten on a slow day, on the regular, twenty to twenty-five

Most of the time sometimes they're about hero's, others times they're about something that just doesn't make sense.

Like Helen Keller (SHE DIDN'T EXIST AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL-)/hj

He will do anything for you, no matter how ridiculous.

Go get snacks with you at 1am because you're hungry? Let him put his shoes on

Order food for you if you're feeling anxious/non-verbal? What kinda sauce do you want with your tenders?

Come and bring you toilet paper directly after training? He's on his way.

(for my uterus havers) Go to the store at 5am because you're out of period products? What size do you need? Do you need snacks too? He can get those as well.

Take a bullet? Done and Done.

Over all, he's a really great friend to have.

But don't you fuck him over, because he'll forgive, but he will never forget

Katsuki Bakugou

This son of a bitch (who I'm totally not enamored with) would take a while to warm up to you.

I think you, him, and Kirishima, are a trio.

You and Kirishima being the only people he actually trusts a pain in his ass

Constantly bothering him

He can't stand the two of you

(which translates down to, he loves the both of you and would die for you)

Because he's not good with his words, his love languages are acts of service and quality time

So he cooks for you two.

If you're having a depressive episode he'll come into your dorm, and start picking up junk off of your floor

Mumbling something about how "this idiotic little shit can't even take care of themselves"

He makes it seem like him taking care of you is a burden on him

In reality, he's just worried :(

I hope you can read body language though.

Because yeah, most of the time when he tells you to fuck off and to get off of him when you're hugging he doesn't mean it.

And if you let go his scowl will deepen tenfold.

But sometimes he generally just doesn't like to be touched

And you need to learn how to read that, or he'll drop you so fast it'll make your head spin

Much like Deku, if he trusts you enough, he'll die for you

No seriously

It's actually kinda concerning

Make sure you check in on him every once in a while.

His mental health is shit I'm ngl

All in all, when he warms up to you, he's a great friend.

Eijirou Kirishima

THIS RAY OF SUNSHINE

OH MY GOD, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Anyways-

I feel like with this, you, him, and blasty wouldn't be a trio :(

Sad I know

His whole thing with you is,

"Yeah Bakugou's my best friend, but you're my best best friend :)"

HE IS SO SWEET

Not to the point where people assume you're dating when they meet you, but people do think you two should be together

Saying things like "you two would be so cute together :("

But you and him have discussed this and are just friends.

He still loves you though!

You two spar together all the time.

As he claims "It's beneficial! We get to spend time together, and better our combat skills" while flashing you that bright smile.

But he'd feel so bad if he hurt you badly in training, like if his skin accidentally cut you

Poor baby would shut down, the last thing he wanted was to hurt you

It doesn't matter what you tell him, he's gonna be upset for a few days.

Just reassure him that he's still manly, and all will be good in about a week.

I just know he is so clingy, in the best way possible

Physical touch is his thing, he hugs you every time he sees you!

Cuddles galore, it's amazing

But if it makes you uncomfortable, let him know, and he'll stop right away

He's such a good person, the manliest man ever

Denki Kaminari

Okay, you know how I said people don't assume you and Kirishima are dating.

Yeah, complete opposite with this guy.

Everyone thinks your dating

To the point where Aizawa separated your desks during the next semester.

You two are all over each other

Flirting back and forth with one another

Holding hands

All of it

Basically, the two of you are attached at the hip

You became friends at the beginning of the year

Y'know, when he was flirting with people and asking them out on dates?

Yeah, you were one of his victims

But you flirted back with him

The two of you went on a date, and realized that you weren't right for one another, and you'd be better off as friends

And after the awkward phase, you two were inseparable

He'll just walk up to you with a random pick-up line, and that's how your conversation starts

Now, your relationship isn't all flirting

You two still do things friends do

You hang out together, hype each other up for dates and shit

(not me projecting of me and my best friend's relationship)

And comfort each other when needed

I just KNOW for a fact that he will talk shit about people with you

Like if you both mutually hate/dislike this person, you'll have a ball talking shit about them

And when they do something stupid, you'll make eye contact and not say anything.

But as soon as you can, you pull out your phones and start talking the most shit

He's amazing your honor

A/n: Hii, so how was it? Please let me know in the comments! If you have any ways I can improve as a writer please let me know! (remember there is a difference between constructive criticism and being rude)

I know some were longer than others, but whatever ig. Let me know if you want this scenario with other characters, or just a different one in general. But make sure you read my pinned post before you ask!

Notes and reblogs are appreciated <3

I hope you're having a good day! And if not, I hope tomorrow is better! bye darlings <3

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gh0st1nth3wa11s · 18 days

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hi... Wakers I have a fanfic for you.. chapter one..

'Divers Love.'

okay it's a normalcy AU and is Alan/Alice. they deserve happiness and a break from the hellish(/pos) cannon of the game.

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Alice turned on the car, pulling it off the boat carefully as she playfully honked at Alan. Alan scoffed and rolled his eyes, soon getting in the car. "You ready for relaxation?" His wife asked. Alan cracked a smile, closing his eyes as he rested his head against the window. "Yeah, yeah, Alice." Alice couldn't help but grin bigger, tapping her hand against the steering wheel. She pulled in front of the towns diner. "We need to stop here, get the key from.." Alice leaned forward, looking at the notebook that had their days planned. "A Mr. Carl Stucky, he should be waiting for one of us.." Alice's eyes looked up at Alan, smiling more as her husband groaned, rolling his eyes at her. "I will go fill up the car, and come get you in about.. What? Ten, fifteen minutes?" She asked him, putting the car into park. "Sure." Alan murmured, soon getting out of the car. He was nervous to separate from her. "Oh, and Alan?" His turned back around, leaning down into the car window. "Hm?" "Thank you for coming here with me." He chuckled, smiling as he shook his head. "I love you too, I promise to behave." Alice nodded, gently laughing to herself as she pulled away.

Alan exhaled, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked into the diner. He looked around, jumping slightly as he met his carboard self, right in the doorway. He had forgotten about small towns. He had been in New York for years now. It wasn't a little town where everyone knew each other. He had been scared out of his thoughts as the woman behind the counter spoke to him. He glanced at her name tag. Rose. Her name was Rose. "Welcome to the Oh Deer Diner!" Alan cringed internally. She projected her voice so much that it seemed louder than it was. but he knew it was just his exhaustion. Alan spoke quickly, "Hey, I was wondering if you could help me, I'm looking for --" Alan blinked as he had gotten cut off. "Mr. Wake? Alan Wake!! I am your biggest fan - I know how people say that a lot, but I really am -" As Rose spoke, he took a step back, glancing at his carboard cut out. "That's.. great to hear that.."

His voice trailed off. "Rose!" She said happily. "Rose, I'm looking for Mr. Stucky, Carl Stucky." Rose nodded, setting her hand on the counter as the other grabbed a dirty coffee mug from in front of her. "Carl? of course. He must have whent to the rest room, he'll be out in a moment." She smiled warmly at him. Alan moved around, letting his hand run across barstools. Her and Alan talked briefly, She was talking how she had all his books, where she got the cardboard cut out, even to a conversation about coffee with the towns police officers, Rusty. He turned, letting his eyes close as he heard Rose ask if his wife was with him, and that she could show him around town. God he hated that comment. "So much for a quiet vacation.." He mumbled to himself. He spoke louder. "Thanks Rose, we'll be sure to keep that in mind." He said kindly, He swiftly moved toward the back of the diner, turning on that damned music box as he was asked, by the two - seemly old cooks of the town. He made his way into the dark hallway, being weary of where he stepped. He knocked on the bathroom door, "Stucky? Mr. Stucky?" before he soon turned, to get met with a woman in funeral wear. "Jesus-" He muttered. "Carl couldn't make it unfortunately, he fell ill." The old woman held her hand out, the key hung off of it. "But I have the key, and the instructions to get to the lake." Alan nodded carefully and snatched the key from her hand. "Okay.." He muttered. "I wish you a good stay in my cabin. I will visit you later on to check how you are doing." Alan nodded. "And to meet your wife." His eyes turned to a harsh glare as he looked at the woman. He soon fixed his face, it was rude to glare. "I insist." The old woman continued.

Alan looked at her in slight bewilderment. "Thanks.." He moved away quickly, gripping the key in his hand. His eyes darted behind him as the other woman began to talk about darkness and how it wasn't safe. He shrugged it off, keeping himself moving. Eager to get back to Alice. He waved half hazardly to Rose as a goodbye and shoved open the diner door, exhaling as he saw their car in front of it again. He got in the car, taking a big breath. "Mission accomplished, The key-" He held it up in his hand, "And the directions." He grinned just slightly as he saw Alice's face light up. "My hero, I got more batteries and flashlights. just in case." She took the keys from Alan and set them on the clipboard that was on the dash still. Her hand returned to Alan's after she put the car in gear.

They began to drive, his thumb tracing over Alice's ring and down her ring finger as he began to spoke. "That diner was a real nut house.." Alice laughed, "Can you believe this place? this would make a great setting for a book-" Alice's face dropped slightly as she realized the words that had just slipped from her mouth. She didn't even truly, actively try to say that. She glanced at Alan, an apology in her eyes, then back to the road. "Were supposed to be on vacation, Alice." He said with slight bitterness, letting his tone soften before he spoke again. "I'll figure it out when we get back home. Okay?" Alice nodded, and Alan looked back to the road. "Okay, we can talk about this way later." Alice said, reassurance in her voice, one that made Alan feel comfortable enough even with the idea of talking about his writing right now. He hadn't written a coherent sentence since his last book , Two. Years. Ago. It made his head hurt to even think about that fact. Alan let his eyes close, to clear his mind. This was a vacation, time to relax, to let go and be a husband again, a good one at that. He missed Alice, he missed sleeping with her at night. He knew she had gotten used to a cold bed, he hated he was doing this to her. He had taken note of this in his mind. Spend more time with Alice, My light. Everytime that he had thought to get away from the damned typewriter, the darkness of what could happen if he stopped writing entirely re-engulfed his mind, scratching out his wife entirely.

Alan's eyes jerked open as Alice stopped suddenly. She had always been a little rough on the break but he had gotten used to it. She put the car into park and grabbed the clipboard and notebook off the dash, inspecting it and the key. "Bird leg cabin..?" She asked, glancing at Alan. "That was the key I was given.."

Alice laughed, stress eminent in her voice. "By who?" Alan rested his head back against the window, the lingering warmth from the heaters of the car kept him just cozy enough. "Some old woman in-.. like a 70s mourning gown, veil and all." Alice pulled the key from ignition and looked at Alan, her back against the door. "A 70s funeral gown? and you tell me now? Here, get out of the car, we'll explore and then head back into town. This isn't our cabin." Alice opened the door and got out of the car. Alan groaned, opening his eyes and got out of the car with her. Alice damn near ran across the bridge.

Alan scuffled after her, getting a tighter grip around his wife's camera lanyard. He stopped short as he caught up to Alice, heels dug into the soft dirt. He looped the camera around her neck, guiding it to rest against her chest. "Do you really wanna break into this place Alice?" He asked, his hand finding hers once more. Alan looked around, seeing a murder of crows lingered around the island. The house didn't seem up to times, the smell of wet wood filled his nose, this cabin gave him the creeps, he-

Alan was yanked out of his thoughts as Alice pulled him up the steps. "Cmon, just a moment.. Its not breaking in! We were given a key. Do you wanna stay by the door? to make sure nothing closes us in?" She laughed, letting his hand go. Alan rolled his eyes playfully, scoffing as he followed nonetheless. He watched Alice dissappear into the house, and smiled slightly as she fumbled with the key. He remembered how much of an explorer she was, how hands on she was a person. She was never to scared of the law, or the things inside abandoned places. She loved them, saw the beauty in the dilapidation. He stood by the door and held it open wide, watching his wife rummage around the cabin. "Bird leg cabin.." He said.

Alice perked up as he spoke, glancing into a book case. "Yeah, our cabins name is the 'Divers Love' not.. bird leg.." She tilted her head, seeing a couple of books, a writer she had never recognized before. She carefully snagged one from the shoebox, looking at the book in her hand. She set it back down, back with the rest of the books and stacked them neatly inside. Alice left the box and soon moved over to the counter, rubbing her hand against it. "I wonder if they even use this cabin.. its dusty."

Alan moved more inward, keeping an eye on Alice. He nearly yelped as Alice tossed a thermos at him. He caught it half hazardly, looking at it. "Alice!-" He said playfully, laughing softly as he turned it over. "Let's go soon, this place is freaking me out a bit. All the crows, and the... just. this place is weird." Alice nodded, grabbing the few scraps of garbage that was around before grabbing that shoebox. "Babe-" Alan whined as she moved past him. Alice turned around. "I'll return them once we go to leave and return the key to Stucky." Alan nodded, moving away from the door. His head snapped back to it as it slammed behind him. Alice locked the door again, slipping the key into her pocket and moved quickly off the island. Alan hurried after her, assuming she also felt the wisps of uneasiness that reached out of that cabin.

They gotten back into the car, Alice driving again. Alan looked around, ignoring the neck pain and how his back just generally ached. They had been in the car for so so. long. He was eager for a warm bed, a kiss from his wife, maybe a beer if she was okay with it. "Alice..?" He asked gently, looking at her as she hummed in response. "I wanted to- fuck.." Alan took a deep breath. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for all... of my nightly behaviors, when I'm not stuck in that damned office.." Alice grinned slightly, but Alan made no comment- he knew she had absorbed what he had said. "How much did I drink before we left..? Did you drink with me or.." Alice clicked her tongue. "Yes I did, way too much, we killed a twenty-four pack.. within like... oh.. shit, like, 4 hours maybe." Alice gripped the steering wheel as she looked back on the memory, he knew she didn't like her choices. "Sorry baby, I shouldn't have been enabling you." Alan nodded wordlessly, he knew why she did it. Got drunk with him to fall asleep in his arms again, to have his breathing sync with hers. He knew it was a last ditch effort to try and help rekindle their relationship a little more, to bring the rings that adorned their hands close again. He hated that she felt that she needed to be fucked up with him to feel connected with him. He knew Alice wasn't the best at these things, she was emotionally heavy, not taught to truly regulate herself either. He looked over, scanning Alice as a cigarette pack was made known in the pocket of her skinny jeans. Alice used to smoke.. badly, it would help regulate her. Soon Alan picked up on it too, then they both agreed to cut it down to a minimum. She must have been stressed, smoking them when Alan was asleep, he wondered how many packs she had whent through on the way up. Alice must have read his mind, she pulled the cigarette pack from her pocket and set it in the cubby in front of the shifter. Soon Alan's lighter made its way with it. "Oh so my lighter..?" He teased gently, looking over at her lovingly. "Yes.. M' Sorry, I couldn't find mine and it was a last minute idea.." She spoke gently, hunching her shoulders up, bracing herself for some snappy remark. Alan frowned. "Hey no, it's okay babe.. I didn't mean it in a bad way, I was just playin' around.." He said carefully, a hand finding her thigh as he rubbed it gently an attempt to calm her. "Maybe once we get back to our cabin we can get into pajamas and have a nice sleepy day... smoke a blunt, drink some wine... something gentle." Alice looked at her husband with damn near bewilderment. And Alan smiled at her before picking his voice up. "Alice-" Alice snapped her head up and swerved back into her lane properly, having just passed the yellow line. "Good god.." She breathed. "Where did you find pot..? But yes.. that sounds nice.. you deserve rest." Alan chuckled warmly, eyes blinking with tiredness as the exhaustion seeped into his bones. God he missed his wife so much. "I have my ways... and maybe after we get the key we head back to the store and then find our cabin..? You deserve rest too Alice..." He said, always hating how Alice put him first. that the things they did were for him, not for them, together.

Alice nodded, soon parking in front of the diner again. "Okay. I'm gonna get the right key, return this one, and then we can finally fucking unload our car." She clapped her hands together and grinned at Alan. He smiled back weakly, watching her get out of the car and into the diner. God he was exhausted, tiredness pulled at his eyes an everlasting nagging to let himself drown in the darkness that cradled itself at the back of his skull. His eyes cracked open as the drivers door opened again and Alice plopped herself into the seat. "So.. they said.. there is no cabin in the lake. It whent down in the 70s.." Alice looked over at Alan with mischief in her eyes. Alan scoffed playfully and looked away. "Well glad that's not us." He held his hand out for Alice to take, smiling bigger as her had found its place in his.

After a while, they were on the road again, Alan had ran into the store, grabbed beef jerky, a pack of beer, a bottle of Alice's favorite wine — surprised that they had it, so. He had to get it. A small bouquet of flowers, condoms. For some fucking reason. Alan cussed himself internally as soon as they got scanned, what was he going to need those for? Not like he planned on doing anything, and was fine with doing nothing - His thoughts were that if by some damned miracle that he and Alice were to do anything those would ease her mind a bit. Considering it had been.. almost a year. Since anything, any sort of romance, that thought hurt his soul.

Alan looked around again as they pulled into what seemed like the most scenic cabin in the woods ever. He looked around, marveling around at the trees, and how pretty the cabin looked. It was on the opposite side of Cauldron Lake. God, the cabin was beautiful. A bit older, rustic on the outside, but he knew the inside was more modern. He looked at Alice, grinning at her with full fangs - he was excited to be here, with her. He got out of the car, moving over to Alice's side, and scooped her off her feet, causing her to yelp and soon laugh as her husband held her close to his chest. He grinned more, cheeks starting to hurt as she unlocked the door to their cabin for the next month, a long. nice vacation that the both of them deserved, needed.

#alan wake #alice wake #alan wake 1 #alan x alice #alanalice #alan wake fanfiction #please wakers be gentle i just think they deserve love and peace and a chance to rebuild their relationship at their own pace and not have #shitty ass doctor fuck up their lives and the rest of the plot of the game #past alcohol abuse ment #past nicotine abuse ment #uhh alan makes a silly joke abt a blunt/pot #there are headcannons and shit shoved in here please be gentle good GOD IM SCARED.#they go to a pretty cabin on the other side of the lake #next chapter is more angsty !! Alice bbg im sorry in advance.#remedyverse #alans sub conscious kicks in n' is like #“booze and condoms..” and then he feels like a fuckin idiot for buying them

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