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caffeiiine · 1 month

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SODA IM GOING TO MAKE MYSELF CRY

So theoretically would you rather be a prop or actor in a play?

The props are used by others sure, but they are vital. You can't have a play without them and they can completely change the tone and mood of a scene.

The actors have a vague sense of freedom. They follow a script but they interpret it and make it their own. They're the heart of the play but live under stress and pressure, crumbling if taken to far.

Though in the end they're only really good when the director knows how to use them.

Thats Siglai. In this essay I will-

ooooo, i’d probably be an actor honestly.

[the fact i can’t tell which one is supposed to be sigma and which is meant to be nikolai bc i see bits of both in each description tells me this is a very good analogy and i agree wholeheartedly]

ANYWAYS, GOING BASED ON MAJOR DESCRIPTORS: im saying sigma is the prop based on his backstory and current uses plot wise. and Nikolai is the actor!!

THIS IS SUCH A WAY TO DESCRIBE THEM BTW

assuming sigma represents the prop: sigmas sky casino literally houses one of the stages for one of their terror plots, the coin bombs!! and not to mention his backstory being trafficked and used for his ability, being deemed a tool before a person. only to escape and end back in the same exact scenario with less visible strings. <3 but at the same time he is literally how the doa got the whereabouts for the page if i remember correctly, and their stuff wouldn’t have worked without him or just would’ve been more difficult to pull off. [if he defects i wonder what’ll become of the doa tbh. assuming fyodor is most likely alive, and they continue their original goals]

aaand assuming the actor represents nikolai: the only reason he feels that vague freedom is because he believes he proved it everything he does is for free will. he needs to prove it and he needs to know it himself. he’s, of course, a sane individual like everybody else; he, of course, feels the guilt that comes with his actions. yk eventually he won’t be able to put it off anymore he hears the cries, and the screams and everything that comes with proof. he endures. and he endures. and he endures. all the meanwhile he’s only creating more more ties back to his own humanity.

What happens when he finally has to face this humanity of his?

We don’t know, perhaps we’ll find out in act II.

#analogies <33333 #TY FOR THIS POTATO HUGGINGBYOU SO SO HARD RN <3!!!!!#sodaramblestoomuch #bsd #soda ask and answers!#bsd nikolai #bsd sigma #siglai #sorry if this is redundant i may be just restating what you said #ALSO I REALIZED HALFWAY THEOUGH THAT THEORETICALLY SIGMA COULD BE THE ACTOR AND NIKOLAI THE PROP #like if you take it out of literal terms [which is usually first habit for me sobs so i didn’t see it at first]#sigma could be the actor in which although he is gone from his original situation with the trafficking ring; he is in a way in the same #scenario just with a few different things changed; he has a “home” and a “purpose” each of which to make his own even if he suffers from th #mounting stress and the pressure and he endures it all order to keep his home and his purpose. he has to. he needs to.#aaand nikolai could very well also represent a prop in the sense: other than sigma; he’s the one who sets the stage for everything to take #place. he kills off the officials; sets up the hostages; all putting the decay dead center on the public stage and finishing off the initia #prep work for the first few plans to take place #fyodor obviously wouldn’t do the dirty work #and neither would fukuchi since he has a reputation to uphold #neither sigma nor bram would take it on either i imagine #he’s essential!#nothing would work without somebody to take care of the dirty work and look no further that somebody is nikolai #anbxvxbsndbsbansbx both descriptors fit so well to them both <3 #this is so them you’re so correct hugging you

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moremaybank · 24 days

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in between 𓂃 ࣪ ˖ 𐦍

pairing bestfriend!jj maybank x fem!reader

summary best friends since the first grade, it was only inevitable that you and jj would fall for each other. however, when a single night suddenly changes things between you, you’re both left wondering if you ever should’ve tried to cross the line at all. [11.8k]

warnings 18+, unprotected sex (sorry, but what else is new?), dry humping, oral (m. receiving), daddy kink, pet names (pretty girl, princess, etc.), dirty talk, body-shaming (not by jj), reader's parents being shitty, drunk jj causing a scene at a party, childhood best friends to lovers, a love confession, i think that's it???

author's note i really hope you guys like this one! kinda nervous bc i haven't posted a full fic in awhile, but i think i'm happy with it. ik it's long, but i think it's worth it! also, enjoy the logan huntzberger (gilmore girls) cameo LOL

in between universe | jj masterlist | playlist | kofi

Amid the raging storm outside, a series of frantic knocks on your front door echoed through your house. You rushed to the door, swinging it open to reveal a drenched and dishevelled JJ Maybank.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed in panic, yanking him inside. Your hands quickly found his face, and then his shoulders as your eyes scanned his body for any signs of injury. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“Hello to you, too,” he greeted, smiling down at you. He couldn’t deny the stroke his ego got, nor the fluttering in his stomach he felt when you worried for him. “I’m fine, by the way. Jus’ a tad cold.”

JJ hoped you’d take the hint and pull him into your arms — the place he always longed to be — but was caught off guard when your hand slapped his chest. “Hey!”

“What if you catch pneumonia?!”

“I’m fine, Y/N/N.”

“Fine? You could’ve gotten killed!”

“By what? The gentle breeze outside?” That earns him another slap. “Ow!”

“Don’t smart-mouth me, Maybank.”

“You love my smart mouth,” he teases, pinching your cheek playfully.

Once again, his hopes were wrong, because while he was praying for a glimpse of that smile that made his knees weak, your hand came flying at him for a third time. Luckily for him, he was quick, catching your wrist and pulling you to stand right in front of him.

“You’re gonna wanna be real careful about what you do next, princess.” Powerful blue eyes locked with yours and you knew that he’d won. “Gotta say, this is not the welcome I was expecting. Kinda hoped I’d get a kiss or somethin’.”

Your heart sang at his comment, but you remained focused on the outside, keeping your face straight.

“For what? Being an idiot?”

Then, he gave you the face.

Pouty, and adorable, and JJ, and just like he had planned, you started to fold.

You couldn’t stay mad at him if you tried.

Even if he helped.

“I’m sorry. I’m just worried. You aren’t invincible, you know.”

He visibly softened at your words, as if he wasn’t soft on you before, and he released your wrist. But he didn’t give your hand back to you. Instead, he kept it with him, mindlessly playing with your fingers so he wouldn’t have to give up the physical contact.

“C’mon. You really think I’m gonna let anythin’ stop me from annoying you for the rest of your life? Not a chance, baby.”

Baby. Uh oh. Your resolve was beginning to waver.

“‘N the reason I came is ‘cause I didn’t want my pretty girl alone in this mess,” he murmured, and you detected some shyness in his voice. “Besides, when have we ever spent a storm night apart?”

Aaand it was gone.

Vanished.

He always knew how to get you. Then again, you always let him.

You tilted your head, fighting a smile and losing miserably when it broke free. “Alright. I guess you’re sweet. Even if you’re an idiot.”

“There’s my girl,” he grinned. “Now gimme a hug. I’m cold.” He tried to reach out for you, but you backed away, putting more distance between you two.

“No way, you’re soaked,” you laughed, now extremely grateful for the cozy pjs you were sporting.

“Oh, c’mon. You’re really not gonna hug me?” He picked up an old-timey accent when he spoke next, “I ventured through the brave storm to see you, m’lady. The least you could do is offer me a warm embrace.”

He was so animated with it that it was damn near impossible not to giggle. “My sincerest apologies, sir. You seem to be out of luck.”

“Alright, that’s it.”

Before you knew it, JJ lunged at you. You let out a squeal, running as fast as you could with your socks slipping against the marble tiles.

It took a little bit of time, and you’d covered a lot of area in the house by the time he finally captured you. Strong, brawny arms wrapped around your frame and picked you up right off the ground. He spun you around in the air a few times, relishing in the sun-soaked laughter that escaped you before putting you down.

You turned around in his grip, looking incredibly earnest when your hands came to rest on his arms. “Thanks for coming to save me. Not that I needed it.”

He smiled warmly at your statement. “I’ll always come ‘n save you,” he said, capturing your chin between his fingers. His thumb stroked over your chin softly. “You’re my Y/N/N. Nothin’s more important than you.”

You found yourself stuck in an intense stare with him yet again, your heart thumping loudly at his sincerity and gooey sweetness.

“Come on. You need to shower before you get sick.”

You grabbed his hand, but he came willingly with a lovestruck look you couldn’t see.

“Yes, ma'am.”

—

After shoving JJ into the shower and practically pouring a hot cup of tea down his throat to ensure he was warm from the inside out, the two of you found solace in your cozy and — in JJ’s words — kooky bed with your backs against the pillows and headboard.

“Make fun all you want but you and I both know I have to drag you out of here kicking ‘n screaming every time you sleepover.”

“…Shut up.”

Despite his words, JJ huddled closer to you under the plush covers. The wind howled outside, alongside the occasional rumble of thunder. If it weren’t for the light casting around the room from your TV, and the entirely hilarious sitcom How I Met Your Mother playing in the background, the ambience would’ve made the room feel eerie.

“So,” JJ began, breaking the silence, “you heard from your parents lately? Thought they were supposed to come back this week?”

Ah, yes. Your parents.

From a young age, you’d learned not to expect much from the people who had brought you into the world.

The minute they realized they could, they’d handed you off to a nanny and threw themselves back into the lives they’d lived before you had arrived. Your mom went heavy on the scotch and retail therapy, and your dad had re-immersed himself in his work. When he wasn’t doing that, he was squandering his free time away at the country club, playing golf and consuming copious amounts of alcohol alongside your mother.

Anything to get out of the house, and, evidently, away from you.

The older you grew, the less you saw of them as they travelled the world for business. By the time you were fifteen, you’d pretty much been living in that enormous mansion all by yourself for ten months out of the year.

Sometimes, even more.

Not that you’d ever voice your complaints to them. You knew they wouldn’t hear you. They’d simply spew out something along the lines of ‘Sweetheart, you’ve never had to work for anything in your life. if you had, you’d understand that we can’t be there for every silly little dance recital or graduation.’

And yes, that included your high school graduation.

When they did spend time with you, that time would be filled with snarky comments about your appearance and about your sympathy for the pogues. Nothing about you ever seemed to satisfy them.

But somehow, amid the loneliness and abandonment you’d been able to comprehend from far too young of an age, you’d found and held onto the one person who made it all melt away.

JJ.

It was the first day of second grade, and all the children in your class were colouring. All of them except for the little blonde boy who sat across the room, by himself, with a blank sheet of paper in front of him, but nothing to colour with. You were only six at the time, but you could sense that he was alone too. And your heart hurt for him because it hurt the same way for you.

So, you got up from your seat, grabbed your paper and your sixty-four pack of crayons (the pack that every child dreamt of having) and trotted off to his table. You perched yourself in the chair beside his and offered to share your crayons with him.

At first, he just stared at you. You thought that maybe he didn’t want you there, but then, you saw the tiniest glimpse of his dimple when he gave you a small smile, nodding.

“Thanks.”

And now, a decade and a half later, you were just as inseparable as you had been since that very first day.

Your house was now considered a home, had been since the moment JJ first stepped onto the marble flooring with his boyishly muddy shoes. He filled the aching silence with laughter and excitement and finally, finally, some cherishable memories.

Like how he’d helped you climb your first tree, and carried you on his back into your house after you’d scraped your knee while doing so. Camping in your backyard and sprinting inside once non-forecasted rain came pouring down on your flimsy little kiddy tent. He’d accidentally stolen your first kiss (and he’d never admit it, but he was and still is overjoyed to have done so). Movie nights where he’d let you pick the film and sit happily while you pushed his hair back and applied a face mask to his tanned skin.

Anything you wished for, JJ would give it to you without a second thought. Any time you needed him, he’d drop everything to run over to you. He was loyal, sweet, hilarious, thoughtful, and though he was good at hiding it from the light, his heart was pure gold.

But what had mattered most to you was that in a world where everyone close to you had chosen to leave, he was the one who had stayed.

Without him, there was noise.

With him? Quiet.

Peaceful, and calm, and quiet.

No one turned your world like him. And that made it that much more inevitable to fall for him.

The feeling of JJ’s finger tapping against your temple broke you out of your daze. “Hey. You in there?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you replied. “My mom called me a couple days ago to tell me they cancelled their flight. They’re coming back on Monday instead.”

“So, basically, what I’m hearin’ is that they just didn’t wanna be stuck in the house with you all weekend.”

“Precisely.”

You mocked your mother’s voice when you spoke next. “You know I can only take that sorry little island in small doses. Besides, if we come home now, we’ll be holed up in the house during that storm. Why on earth would I trade my penthouse view for that?”

JJ gave you a sad look, obviously upset for you. It wasn’t like he expected much from them either, but he knew that deep down, even if you refused to admit it, it stung.

They really couldn’t spend one weekend with you? Being with their daughter is that much of a hardship for them?

“Stop. It’s fine.” And you meant it. These kinds of stunts were nothing new to you. You didn’t think they were gonna race home to you to make sure you were okay. A quick text would suit them just as well.

“Don’t do that,” he stopped you. “You’re allowed to be upset. Your parents are assholes.”

Assholes that were so far past unaware of the remarkable person they’d given life to. It shook him to his core, the realization that someone so beautiful both inside and out had come from two cold and selfish people.

But if they would never appreciate you, who cared, because JJ knew he always would.

He’d never let a single moment pass without telling you how special you were. How much you’d helped him, given him a safe haven and shoulder to cry on when he needed it.

Given him peace.

And, if he ever worked up the damn courage…he’d spend every minute of the rest of his life telling you how much he loved you.

You just shrugged in response. “It is what it is. I’m luckier than most.”

He frowned at that. It’d always hurt him to watch you belittle your problems just because you were better off financially. It was almost as if you were numb.

“Well, at least they’ll be here for your birthday. That’s somethin’.”

“Nah, they’re flying back to New York on Friday.”

“Are you serious?” He asked, sitting up straight now. “They couldn’t wait one day?”

“You know how they feel about birthdays, J.”

That was true. JJ had heard them give you the ‘Why should you be rewarded for being born? That isn’t an achievement,’ talk countless times over the years. They’d just stick a wad of cash into your nanny’s hand and tell her to take you out to the mall as if their missing your birthday would be fixed with a shopping spree.

As if it would erase the resentment you knew they felt toward you.

“That doesn’t make it right,” he said, growing frustrated. “Y/N/N, it, like, sickens me to keep watchin’ ‘em treat you like this. You gotta say something.”

“Like what, J? They’d never listen. Just drop it.”

He deflated a bit, leaning back into his original position. “Look, ‘m sorry, okay? I just…I don’t get it. You’re amazin’, you’re— you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t know how they don’t feel the same.”

Damn it. There he went again, making it impossible for you to be in a sour mood.

Gingerly, you turned to him, sitting with your legs criss-crossed. “You’re the only one keeping me going, y’know that? I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He sat up once more and cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against the apple of it as he looked deep into your eyes. It felt like he was staring into your soul.

“I promise you’ll never have to find out.” He looked down then, biting his lip slightly before meeting your gaze again. “I put that on my life.”

The rest of the world faded away while the two of you stayed in that moment, frozen in time as if you were a scene captured in a snow globe.

It was times like these when you felt yourself start to believe the things Kie was always telling you.

“I’m just saying, like, how do you not see it?”

She’d been up your ass ever since the boys had split up from you two and left The Wreck. Kie was working at the counter, filling up drinks and cashing out takeout orders.

Oh, and pestering you about JJ’s so-called affections for you.

“Maybe because I’ve known him since we were six and I know what it looks like when he flirts with other girls,” you remarked.

“Okay, but, like, you’re not just some random girl to him. You’re you.”

You made a face. “I don’t even know what that means.”

The groan that emitted from her lips was loud enough to catch the attention of countless customers, but she didn’t seem to care.

“You’re impossible,” she said, placing the lids on three soft drinks. “I’ve known JJ almost as long as you have, and in that time, one thing about him has always been crystal-fucking-clear. He’s in love with you. Always has been, always will be.”

“Whatever you say,” you hummed in response, taking a sip of your Coke and pushing away the warm, fuzzy feeling floating through you at the thought of her words being true.

Meanwhile, JJ was struggling not to act on his desires.

It was the perfect moment.

You were quite literally in his hands — or hand, rather — looking as beautiful as ever. He could kiss you. Right now. Plant one on you, a real kiss, unlike that accidental peck he shared with you at the age of twelve. He’d truly get to taste you this time around and silently convey all his love for you.

And then, fate helped him out.

The lights flickered and cut out in time with a rumble of thunder, leaving the two of you in complete darkness.

JJ took it as a sign.

He leaned forward, and his lips connected with yours. It was soft, tentative at first to see if you’d back off or push him away. To his surprise, your hand snaked up his front, fisting his shirt and pulling him closer. He took that as permission and kissed you deeper, his tongue stroking against yours in a dizzying fashion. The action made you moan into his mouth, and he pocketed the sound in his mind, saving it for later when he was alone and was thinking about you.

And not in an innocent way.

JJ’s hands found your waist, sliding down to your hips before tugging you closer. You took his invitation and clambered your way onto his lap, your lips never leaving his.

God, kissing him felt good. Too good. It was nothing like you’d ever imagined. No, it was better. He kissed you like he’d stop breathing if he didn’t. Like the world would burst into flames and end right then and there if he let go of you.

You didn’t know what was happening, and frankly, in fear of the truth, you had no plans of asking him. If this was the only way you could ever have him, you’d take it without a second thought, consequences be damned.

You were sure that your decision was nowhere near wise, but there was simply no time for wisdom.

JJ, your JJ, was kissing you. Kissing you and touching you and giving himself over to you, even if it was only for one night.

And if doing this was wrong, for once in your life, you didn’t want to be right.

JJ’s hands pulled at the hem of your shirt, and you broke the kiss to let him strip you of it. He tossed it carelessly while his eyes landed on your bare tits.

“Christ,” he whispered, his hands coming up to cup them both. “These are fuckin’ perfect.”

His thumbs brushed over your nipples and you shivered. “J.”

“Shh. I gotchu, baby. Relax for me, yeah? Let me take my time?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “But can you take your shirt off? Wanna see you too.”

He smiled. You were so damn sweet, it would nearly give him a toothache. “Yeah, pretty girl. I can do that.”

JJ shrugged off his beat-up Heyward’s tee, discarding it on the floor. You ogled at him, at least ninety percent sure that huge red cartoon hearts were projecting from your eyes.

“You’re droolin’ a bit, there,” JJ teased, thumbing at your lip.

Heat crept up into your face at his comment. “Shut up.”

On the inside, he loved the way you were looking at him. You handled him delicately, hands cradling his face as if he were an intricate piece of artwork that you wanted to study and commit to memory.

Every line, every slope, every curve.

Every last stunning piece of him.

“You’re so beautiful, J.”

JJ had been loved by you since elementary school. Sure, it was in a best friend's way, but being loved by you had changed his world. Now, with the way you were looking at him, the way you were speaking to him, the way you were touching him…he couldn’t help but imagine that this was what it’d be like to really be with you.

He turned bashful, his heart still fluttering at your words. “‘M supposed to be sayin’ that to you. Look at you.”

“Stop that,” you said, looking him right in the eyes. “You deserve to be loved on. Let yourself have this. Let yourself feel loved, J.”

Those words echoed in his mind. JJ never felt like he deserved anything good, so he always pushed those opportunities away. Ruined them and made them inaccessible. But with you in his arms, pleading with him to let you show him that he was worthy, he started to believe that maybe he did deserve something positive.

And if it were coming from you? Well, he’d take it without question.

He surged forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He wanted to kiss you until his lips were sore, and even then, he wouldn’t stop.

With greedy hands, the both of you touched every sliver of skin you could find, your lips never leaving the others for a second. Your hands found their way to JJ’s unruly golden locks, fingers carding through them so you could tug on them a little. A deep rumble of satisfaction came from JJ’s throat, and the noise had been so heavenly that your hips started to roll against his on their own accord.

The friction was toe-curling, so addicting that you couldn��t stop rutting against him even if you wanted to. He was hard as a rock, and big. So big. You didn’t even need him to get naked to know you were right.

“F-Fuck,” JJ stammered against your lips, though his hands didn’t stop helping your hips move. “Keep goin’ ‘n I’ll cum before I’m even inside you.”

“But you feel so good,” you whined. Your brows were pulled together and your jaw was slack, the stimulation already getting you close. “Oh my god.”

“Baby—”

“Please, J. I need it. Don’t make me stop. P-Please don’t make me stop.”

You were right on the edge, and all JJ could focus on were your pretty pleas and the desperation written all over your face. He wanted to watch you explode, wanted to watch you go slack as the pleasure rolled through you. Wanted to hear what you sounded like when you came for him.

So he encouraged you.

“Go ‘head, pretty girl. Make a mess. Get yourself nice ‘n wet for me.” His lips found your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin to leave his mark. He felt you cling to him as your actions sped up, his cock throbbing as he tried to fight off his high. It almost took everything in him not to give in. “Good girl. You got it.”

You came loudly, chest heaving up and down as your body twitched and went through the motions of your release. You felt JJ leave more wet kisses across your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing, your hand playing with his hair carelessly.

“That might’ve been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, baby,” he spoke, his hands rubbing up and down your sides. Goosebumps formed underneath his fingertips, and he couldn’t help himself from realizing how responsive your body was for him.

It’d never been like this with anyone else. No one could compare to you. He didn’t even have to sink into you for confirmation.

He was fucking done for.

JJ never thought his complete and utter devotion to you could ever run deeper in his veins, but here you were, proving him wrong.

He was more than fine with that.

“Fuck me, J. Need you inside me,” you said, hands running over the planes of his chest. Your lip was caught between your teeth, and JJ could tell that you were feeling shy.

“How could I ever deny you when you’re askin’ me so nicely, huh?” He thumbed at your bottom lip, trying to break it free so he could kiss you again. He did, giving you a deep kiss bubbling over the top with affection. “How do you want it?”

“Wanna ride you. Can I?”

Fuck.

“You can have whatever you want, princess.”

You grinned, your hands running down the path of his front before finding the button of his pants with ease. You popped it open, unzipping them and tugging his boxers down. His cock sprang out, beautiful and pink and curved. The bead of pre-cum caught your eye, and your mouth watered instantly, dying to know what he tasted like. You dipped your head down, your tongue sticking out and swirling around his tip gently as you coated your tastebuds with him. You were about to dive in for seconds when JJ stopped you.

“Please don’t, baby. I won’t last.”

You pouted. “But I wanna suck you off. Don’t you wanna fuck my throat?”

Christ. Those sinful words sounded nothing but heavenly, and it was hard to resist you.

“Promise you can later. But right now,” he paused, hands grabbing you and pulling you to straddle his lap again, “I need to feel that pretty pussy.”

“Yes, daddy.”

JJ threw his head back with a groan. “You’re really tryna kill me, aren’t you?”

You simply giggled in response, before circling your hand around his cock. You slid his tip through your folds, from your creamy slit to your clit — and the whimper you let out when you rubbed it over your bundle of nerves almost sent JJ into shock — then back down to your hole again. You started to sink down on him, letting out a hiss when he stretched you wide. Once his tip was inside, JJ swore he started to drool. He was barely inside you and yet your hot, wet walls felt like ecstasy.

When you sank down all the way, JJ let out a tortured, “Fuckin’ soaked, fuck.” Your walls fluttered subconsciously, and he groaned. “Move for me before I bust. Please.”

“No cumming yet, J,” you tutted, slowly beginning to bounce on him and giving in to his wishes. He was so big, it was a miracle that you could fit him completely. The intrusion had you feeling so full, but he was hitting every square inch of your cunt and you were on cloud nine. You picked up a good rhythm, earning praise from JJ as you did so.

“There ya go, baby. Thaaat’s it,” he rasped, leaning back against the headboard to watch you work. His hands cupped your tits as they bounced, feeling your pert nipples rubbing against his palms. “Fuck. Me. Shit.”

His favourite girl, the star of every single fantasy he’s ever had, was beautifully bare and in his lap, riding the fuck out of his cock. He denied the urge to shut his eyes, no matter how euphoric he felt, ‘cause he didn’t want to miss a single second.

Lost in the pleasure, your hands migrated from his built shoulders to his chest, and you clawed at him. He hissed but ultimately enjoyed the stinging feeling pricking at his skin.

You could tell because, within a millisecond, his broad arms had enveloped your entire frame and started bucking his hips upward and taking control.

You gasped his name in shock, your own arms instinctively wrapping around him to hold on for dear life.

“Shh, baby. Let me do the work. You just keep takin’ this cock like a good girl for me, ‘kay?”

Oh, that mouth. That perfect, filthy mouth. You could’ve died right there if he let you.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Yeah, who? What’s my name in here, angel?”

“D-Daddy.”

And the cheeky fucker smirked. “Damn fuckin’ straight.”

He flipped you onto your back, your bare skin hitting the thick comforter. His hands curled around the backs of your knees as he kept you spread wide open for him. His eyes couldn’t help but drift to where you two were connected, watching you swallow his cock whole.

“Such a good fuckin’ pussy,” he grunted. “Jus’ keeps gettin’ wetter ‘n tighter f’me.”

“Yes. Yes. All for you, Daddy. S’all for you,” you called out when he started to fuck you harder. He was animalistic with it, the lust and need for you going into overdrive. It was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen.

Your excitement only grew when JJ leaned forward, his deliciously carved frame hovering above yours. Thick arms caged you in, and large palms held your head up. His forehead leaned against yours, blue eyes holding yours captive in a hypnotizing fashion.

“Eyes on me, baby. Want your eyes on me when you cum.”

He knew you were getting there, your cries only increasing in volume as your pussy coated him completely in your slick. Your walls were contracting, tightening around him and threatening to take his breath away.

He also knew that his words would go a long way right now, judging by the way you’d been reacting to them thus far.

“Tired, aren’t you, baby? Tired of carrying all that weight on your shoulders?” He asked, his breath fanning over your lips as he panted. He littered soft pecks across your cheek when you nodded, an intoxicating juxtaposition from the savoury and harsh pounding he was giving you. “Yeah, I know, babygirl. Always workin’ so damn hard tryna take care of all of us. Jus’ need someone to take care a’you for a change, yeah? Need Daddy to do all the work ‘n make y’feel good? That right?”

Don’t get him wrong. JJ was a feminist. You’d raised him right. But he always had the crippling need to do whatever he could to make your days lighter, make your life easier.

And now, apparently, that included fucking the stress out of you until you couldn’t even remember what had caused it in the first place.

He let out a breathy and proud chuckle when your walls started to clamp down harder on him. He had you right where he wanted you; clinging onto him like a koala and keeping his skin pressed to yours, crying from his gifted hip work, and teetering on the peak of your orgasm.

“C-Close, J. So close,” you gasped out, chest heaving drastically.

“Let go, baby. Let it all go for me, yeah?”

One of JJ’s hands snaked down to rub your clit in tight circles, and he watched flames ignite in your eyes at the added stimulation. The wind was knocked out of your lungs when the band deep in your core finally snapped.

“That’s fuckin’ right,” he encouraged, continuing to fuck you through your high. His was creeping up on him, and he selfishly started to go harder, faster. “‘M gonna cum. Where d’ya want it, baby? Your tits? Stomach?”

“M-My mouth. Promised you’d fuck it, remember?”

He grinned maniacally. The mere thought of fucking his cum down your throat, hearing your gags and watching more of those pretty tears stain your cheeks…nothing sounded better.

“I never break my promises with you, angel. Y’know that.” He pulled out from you, lifting you into a seated position so he could reach your mouth. You struggled to keep yourself upright, clinging onto JJ’s thighs. You looked up at him, teary-eyed with your tongue out and waiting. “Could fuckin’ cum just from the way you look right now, swear to God.”

He smacked his length against your hot tongue a few times before sliding in all the way. A shiver rippled through him in delight. “Fuckin’ hell. Where’s this mouth been all my life?”

He throbbed wildly, twitching when your tongue slithered against the thick vein of his underside. It didn’t take long for him to start thrusting into your mouth, starting off slow but speeding up as his greed skyrocketed. His hands thread through your hair, holding your head in place. Spit was pooling out around him and down your chin, countless tears were escaping from your eyes. Your hair was a mess. But you’d never looked more gorgeous.

You moaned around him, sending vibrations and little jolts through his entire body when he announced to you that he was close. You released your grip on one of his thighs, cupping and massaging his balls. He fucked deeper and deeper into your throat and soon, you watched him fall over the edge. A string of groans and curses fell from his lips, and he sounded better than anything you’d ever heard.

Your favourite song of all time was now dethroned by the pornographic sounds emitting from the gorgeous and hypnotizing man in front of you.

When he withdrew from your mouth and finally caught his breath, all he could do was beam down at you. His fingers scooped up the string of cum that clung to your lips and stuffed themselves into your mouth. You licked every last drop up and savoured it.

Savoured him.

“‘N just when I thought you couldn’t drive me any crazier.”

—

The world was different when JJ woke up.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and noticed the sun was shining, a nice contrast to the horrible weather from the previous night. He could hear birds chirping and the light breeze of wind flowing against the trees. But what was most different was the fact that you were curled up in his arms, smooth, bare skin pressed against his as you slept. It wasn’t like you two hadn’t cuddled before, but after last night’s escapades, the action just felt so much more intimate. He felt the smile growing on his face as the memories played in his head. He couldn’t believe he’d finally gotten to kiss you, let alone partake in any of the other activities you two did.

JJ looked down at you, his precious girl, watching your chest heave as you tried to regulate your breathing. You were glowing, your hair a little messy, but it made his heart skip a beat when he thought about how it’d gotten to that point. The ghost of a smile played on your lips while you watched him in wonder.

JJ leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your forehead and closing his eyes as he did so. “Stay here. Gonna grab a towel so I can clean you up.”

He started to move, but your smaller hand wrapped around his wrist and tugged. “Don’t go. Can you just…lay with me for a bit?”

The combination of your sulky doe eyes and still kiss-swollen, pouted lips was all too much. He could never say no to you, but at that moment? You’d never looked more vulnerable, and he just wanted to wrap you up in his arms and shield you from anything that would make you look as sad as you did right now.

“Yeah, pretty girl,” he assured you, getting situated under the covers and opening his arms wide for you. “C’mere. Not goin’ anywhere.”

You smiled with a shy nod, instantly slotting yourself into his arms and resting your head on his chest. You nuzzled your cheek against his bare skin, closing your eyes as you let his presence envelope you.

“You promise?” You asked quietly. Your eyelids grew heavy, and you felt yourself slipping out of consciousness when his fingers danced up and down your back.

“I promise,” JJ said. His head came to lean atop yours, his cheek smushed against your hair. “Couldn’t leave you if I tried, princess.”

You started to shift in his hold, a small groan escaping your lips.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” he greeted, sweeping some baby hairs away from your face. How you managed to look so effortlessly beautiful all the time was beyond him. Not that he was complaining. “You sleep okay?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, unable to stop your lips from curling upward. “You?”

“Slept great.”

You peered up at him, and he was already looking down at you. The minute your eyes met, it was just as last night when the rest of the world went quiet. It was just you and your favourite boy, stuck in a bubble where for once, everything felt right. Where you and JJ felt so happy, that nothing could put a damper on things.

Until your bedroom door swung open, revealing your mother. Once her eyes landed on a shirtless JJ beside you, steam was coming out of her ears.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

You sat up and held the sheets to your chest, keeping yourself covered up. “Mom, close the door!”

“Get up, get dressed, and get that pogue out of my house.”

“Always a pleasure, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

She glared at him and slammed the door shut. You didn’t dare to look at JJ, completely mortified and ashamed of her behaviour. JJ sat up then, watching your teeth sink into your bottom lip the way they always did when you were deep in thought or stressed out. Without a second thought, he reached over, thumbing at your lip until it broke free from your teeth.

“Stop that. Any harder ‘n you’ll bleed, babe.”

You gave him the tiniest glimpse of a smile. “Sorry.”

You got up before he could respond, wrapping one of your sheets around your body and making your way to your bedroom door so you could lock it. Behind you, JJ also got up, slipping on his clothes before walking over to where you stood.

“Hey,” he spoke, nudging your chin upward with his hooked index finger. “You okay?”

You nodded, slowly looking at him. “I’m just sorry about her.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me, alright? I don’t care about her, I just wanna make sure you’re good.”

You nodded again wordlessly. It didn’t put JJ at ease.

“I won’t go if you don’t want me to,” he told you. “Jus’ say the word ‘n I’ll stay.”

You wanted to grab him and hold onto him for dear life. He was so sweet, too sweet for his own good. He always thought of you first, put you above everything else. It was nice, having someone do that for you for a change, but you couldn’t be selfish with him. So, you shook your head, looking downward and grabbing both of his hands. Your thumbs swiped over his knuckles as you mustered up the courage to let him go, knowing it was for the better.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

It was clear JJ didn’t believe you, but he knew better than to push you when it came to your parents. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

He stayed right where he was for a moment. He didn’t want to go. Didn’t want to leave you to deal with the wrath of your mother alone. But he remembered the promise he’d made to himself; that he’d always do what you wished of him.

He looked down at your joined hands, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach. His gaze flitted back up to yours, and he nodded hesitantly. Breaking free from your grasp, he gathered his belongings. He walked over to you again, his hand cradling your face. Tilting your head down slightly, he kissed your forehead in goodbye.

“I’ll come by ‘n see you later, alright?”

“Okay,” you said.

He nodded, letting go of you slowly and walking the few footsteps to your door. But then, he turned around, his hand pausing on the doorknob. “Y/N/N?” His chest fluttered nervously, and he took a deep breath. “There’s, uh, somethin’ I wanna tell you. Somethin’ I needa tell you.”

You watched him intently, and a sense of anticipation bubbled in your stomach. “What is it, J?”

You grasped his hand gently, and his mouth went dry. You were in such a vulnerable place with your parents showing up out of the blue, and that was not how he wanted things to be when he told you he loved you for the first time.

“Y’know what? It’s nothin’. Forget it. I’ll see you tonight.”

With that, he exited your bedroom, leaving both you and himself with heavy hearts.

—

“Well, well. Look who’s finally decent,” your mother commented when you entered the kitchen fully dressed.

You chose to ignore her comment. “What are you doing here, Mom? I thought the ferry wasn’t running.”

“We took the jet and flew to the airstrip. Honestly, Y/N, it’s a miracle you can brush your teeth in the morning.”

You held back your impending eye-roll.

“Is your little friend gone?”

“Yes, Mom. JJ’s gone.”

And you’d never needed him more.

“Good. I knew that boy made you act like a child but I never thought that you’d throw everything we’ve given you away for someone with no potential and a criminal record.”

And there it was.

Any time your parents even thought they caught a glimpse of your blonde best friend, they were quick to pick out all his ‘flaws.’ Right off the bat, even as a child, they’d never respected him due to his pogue status. As if it were his fault, like he’d chosen his life himself. As if he’d chosen to be stuck with a father who’d never shown him love a day in his life.

As if they had room to talk.

Because the truth of the matter was, everything parents were supposed to do for their children — support them, comfort them, make them believe that they could be any and everything they wanted to be — wasn’t done by your parents.

They were done by JJ.

If you hadn’t had JJ, you wouldn’t have known what unconditional love was.

He was the one who reminded you that you could conquer the world. He’d held you through lonely nights, patched up your cuts and bruises when you were clumsy, helped you study (though he didn’t even study himself), and never failed to remind you that you were adored by him.

So, when your mother dared to speak on JJ as if she had ever really tried to know him, it boiled your blood. “Where do you get off talking about him like that? He’s done more for me than you and Dad ever have.”

The fire in your tone made your mother get up from her seat at the table immediately. She downed the contents of her glass — presumably scotch — and nearly slammed the glass on the table.

“Is that so?” She scoffed. Steam practically shot out of your ears when she looked at you. “So he put you up in this house? He paid for all your foolish little dance lessons and bought you that Benz sitting in the driveway?”

“That’s not what I—”

“I don’t care what you meant. You paint us out to be the villains in your life when we’ve done nothing but support you and give you everything you’ve ever dared to wish for.”

“Support me?!Areyou delusional? When have you two ever supported me?”

Financially? Yes. Emotionally? Mentally? Likely story.

“Don’t start. I’m simply speaking the truth. Now, tomorrow night, I expect you to stop acting like a spoiled brat and drop the attitude.”

Your brows furrowed. “What’s tomorrow?”

“Last night, your father and I were at dinner with some colleagues, discussing the horrible storm and what it’s done to the southside of the island. They said they’d love to help support the people down there, and so your father came up with the brilliant idea to throw a benefit for The Cut.”

Your parents wanted to help the pogues of the island? Were you dreaming?

“It’s wonderful publicity for our company. We’ve been looking for an opportunity like this for weeks.”

Nevermind. You were wide awake.

“That being said, your father and I have informed the Huntzbergers that their son would be your date. You remember Logan, don’t you? He asked for you. I can’t fathom why, but what does it matter?”

You’d met Logan many times over the years, the two of you being dragged by your parents to banquets, dinners, golf games, and so on. He was sweet, with a good sense of humour and a very handsome face if you were being honest. You’d always had the suspicion that he liked you, but obviously, those feelings had never been reciprocated. Not when a certain blonde troublemaker had plucked your heart right out of your chest and never given it back.

A true kleptomaniac.

“Mom, I can’t be Logan’s date.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me this is because of the Maybank boy.” Your silence and shifty look were enough to answer her. “Oh, honey. You don’t think that the two of you are together now, do you? He got what he wanted from you. You’ll never be anything more than an easy lay to him.”

Though the morning had been tumultuous at best, your mind hadn’t even gone there. Not once. In fact, it’d been the opposite. You weren’t foolish enough to believe that JJ would profess his undying love for you, but you certainly didn’t think he’d up and leave now that he’d been with you.

Would he?

As the thoughts consumed you, you were once again reminded that every time you’d found an ounce of happiness, your parents were always quick to rip it from your grasp and stomp on it for good measure.

“So, back to what I was saying. Please do not embarrass us. Wear something slimming.” She moved closer to you, tapping your hip. “You’re looking a little wide. Let’s hope you aren’t pregnant with the poor pogue’s child.”

Without looking back, she exited the room, leaving you alone to chew on her words in the oh-so-familiar silence.

—

JJ spent his entire shift at the auto shop convincing himself that tonight would be the night he finally fessed up. It’d always been so difficult for him; pushing his feelings for you so deep inside and ensuring that they’d never escape, but something had changed. Maybe it had been the events that had taken place the night before, or maybe it was the utter disappointment he’d felt in himself all day long after not confessing earlier on.

He hopped in his truck, swinging down to the pier so he could grab a bouquet from your favourite flower cart. He might not have been a renowned romantic, but his girl was special, and she deserved to be treated as such. Though he stayed there for a while, scratching the back of his neck with a stressed look on his face, he eventually settled on a carefully wrapped set that he thought you’d like.

A mixture of anticipation, nerves and excitement bubbled in his system. He hoped he wasn’t setting himself up for failure. But with the way you looked at him yesterday, shimmering stars in your eyes and the most gorgeous yet shy smile playing on your lips, it was hard not to let himself begin to trust the impossible.

Maybe his dreams were within his reach after all.

He let himself inside your house, skillfully sneaking past your parents (who were busy in planning mode) and making his way up to your empty room. He could hear shuffling coming from the bathroom and could see dozens of dresses littered across the floor accompanied by a few pairs of shoes. Half of him wondered if there’d been a tornado that only hit your closet.

He was aching to get a glimpse of the girl who had spent the day taking up every one of his thoughts. Seeing you and being with you felt like home. A home someone would have to pry from his cold, dead hands because he’d rather die than ever let you go.

“Y/N/N? You here?”

When you emerged from the bathroom, JJ swore the wind was knocked out of him. His eyes trailed down your elegant frame, your curves clad in a dress he hadn’t seen you in before. Your hair was natural, and you were bare-faced, but JJ believed you could walk a damn red carpet looking the way you did and capture the eyes and hearts of everyone in that room.

“Woah…” he breathed, awestruck.

“Hi.”

Your eyes were sad, and your lips were in a pout, but your tone would’ve been enough on its own to tell him that something had upset you. Reaching out for you, his warm hands found your hips and pulled you to him.

“You make sad look beautiful, princess.”

You smiled a little at his words before wrapping your arms around his torso and melting into him. “Thanks.”

He hugged you back, completely void of hesitation. He took the time to drown in your scent. It was incredibly fitting; sweet and hypnotic, just like you.

“What’s the matter?”

You shook your head. “Nothing, it’s not a big deal. I’m just being sensitive.”

“Hey,” he said, pulling away from you a little so he could look you in the eye. “It’s a big deal to me if it’s bothering you.”

God, how did he do that? He could convince you to unload everything on him with a few words and that look in his eye that made you feel as if he wanted to know every single detail running around in your mind. Pair that with the warm loving touch he was smoothing over you, calloused palms rubbing your sides up and down a few times, and your words came leaking out of you like a faucet.

“Does this dress look right on me? It’s okay, you can be honest. I just need an opinion I can trust.”

JJ felt a crack in his heart when those words left your lips. You wouldn’t even look at him, you just stared at the floor beneath your feet and smoothed out the fabric around your hips over and over as if you viewed yourself as anything less than perfection.

You were the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on. There wasn’t a single thing about you that he wasn’t crazy about.

That he didn’t dream about.

Tipping your face up by your chin and forcing your eyes on him so you could really hear what he was about to tell you, he spoke.

“Pretty girl, y’almost killed me when you walked through that door.”

“Really?”

JJ couldn’t tell if he wanted to hug you so tight that you’d end up stuck to him, or kiss the daylights out of you when he saw that spark of hope light your face up. “Really. You look perfect.”

You smiled that adorable, bashful smile, the one you always gave him when he calmed your mind and silenced your doubts.

Little did you know that he’d sell everything he owned to keep that smile there for eternity. If only you would’ve seen the lovestruck look JJ was giving you. There might as well’ve been hearts floating around his head.

However, your eyes were too busy looking at the splash of springtime colours against the white backsplash of your bedding. You felt your smile grow into a grin at the gorgeous bouquet lying there, and your eyes finally moved back onto the tall blonde in front of you.

“You got me flowers?”

“Uh, y-yeah.”

It was JJ’s turn to be bashful. He scratched his brow, trying to hide his now rosy cheeks as he turned around to grab the bouquet. He handed them to you carefully, and he could hear his heart thumping wildly as you stared down at them adoringly.

“You got me flowers.”

“It’s not a big deal. Jus’ swung by your favourite shop after work.”

Jesus, had you always made him this nervous?

You cradled the flowers in one arm, and let your free hand grab his. You tugged at it, silently telling him to come closer. You looked up at him, eyes sparkling.

“You got me flowers, J.”

The act of getting flowers was out of the ordinary for him. It seemed so…romantic. That’s not to say that he hasn’t bore his heart to you, ‘cause he had, but this…this was different.

At least, it felt different.

“Look, I jus’ thought, y’know…a girl as special as you deserves flowers.”

Oh, if you could’ve kissed him, you would’ve done so until you both ran out of oxygen. Maybe even longer. Even if it meant that you’d perish because of it.

But, you couldn’t, so you settled on pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” he breathed. Then, he cleared his throat when he realized he might’ve been staring at you too long. “So, what’s the fancy getup for?”

“Oh, right,” you spoke. “My parents decided to pimp me out tomorrow night.”

His eyes almost bulged out of his head. “I beg your finest pardon?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Between the look on his face and his tone, he was making it impossible not to. “They’re throwing some benefit here for the Cut tomorrow night, and Logan asked for me to be his date. You remember Logan, right?”

You spun around, grabbing your empty vase off the dresser and heading back into your bathroom to fill it up. Meanwhile, JJ was stuck in place, his mind buffering.

Date? Did he hear that right?

When he came to, he was quick to follow you. “You— Wait— Huh?”

“Logan Huntzberger? I told you that story about how we snuck onto that boat once with a bottle of champagne and got busted by the owners, remember?”

“That’s not the part I’m confused about, Y/N.”

His tone was more icy than he intended, but he couldn’t help but feel something like rage boiling and brewing in his core. You didn’t seem to notice, though, and if you did, you didn’t show it. Instead, you unwrapped the bouquet cautiously and placed the flowers into the vase. You were about to pass him and the threshold back into your bedroom when his hard curled around your bicep.

“You’re goin’ on a date?”

You gave him a weird look. “He just wants to escort me to this thing tomorrow. And to be honest, there’s safety in numbers. My parents will be so focused on him that they’ll forget about me.”

His jaw clenched, and his eyes darted away from yours as he let go of you. “You coulda just asked me.”

A chuckle escaped your lips as you placed the full vase back where it belonged. “You hate kook shit like this.”

“I woulda came for you. You didn’t need to say yes to some spoiled rich kid.”

“I didn’t say yes to him. My mom and dad did,” you reminded him. You walked up to him, arms crossing your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling very open and vulnerable. “Why are you being like this? You know how they are.”

“‘M not bein’ like anythin’,” he denied. He moved away from you, grabbing his bag off your bed. “I gotta go.”

He didn’t know what he was doing. He just knew he had to get out of there before he exploded on you and ruined everything. How could you be going on a date with someone else when JJ was ready to tell you that he wanted you forever?

You grabbed his arm this time around. “Don’t do that. Don’t walk away from me. Just talk to me.”

JJ couldn’t stay. He felt sick. He felt like he wanted to strangle someone.

Okay, fine. Not just anyone.

Logan.

And maybe your dad, too.

“Have fun tomorrow, alright?”

JJ made his second escape of the day much quicker than he had with his first, practically poofing into thin air right before your eyes. You wanted to chase after him, beg him to just let you in instead of running away from you, but you knew getting him to open up wasn’t that easy. He’d have to want to come to you. So you just stood there, watching the doorframe hoping he’d come back, and growing utterly disappointed when he didn’t.

—

After the events at your home, JJ had decided to crash at John B’s. He thought being around him and the group would help take his mind off things, but all he could focus on was the void he felt without you beside him.

That night he had been even worse. He tossed and turned restlessly all night, never the one to be able to sleep without you in his presence. He needed to hear your rhythmic breathing and feel your warmth as you curled into his side in your slumber. It’s like his mind was never at rest unless he was with you.

The next day had dragged on, your date with Logan being the only thing on his mind from the minute he’d opened his eyes. He went to work, though he was clearly somewhere else mentally. He’d gotten scolded a few times, but he failed to remember why. Then, his bike broke down on the way back home, so he walked to Sarah’s house, hoping to catch a ride. He eventually made it, but was greeted by a party he had completely forgotten the group had planned.

JJ had half a mind to turn back and just go home. All he wanted to do was slump into a chair on his porch, smoke a joint and try to forget about the shittiest day he’d had in a long while. But he was far too exhausted to make that trip, and why go all the way home when he could get shitfaced instead? It’d help him forget just the same.

Right?

Wrong.

As the intoxication began to take over him, so did the thoughts of you.

Why did he walk away? Why didn’t he just open his mouth and say something?

‘I love you. I’m in love with you, and you can’t be with anyone else because you should be with me.’

That’s all he had to say.

And he blew it.

The group groaned around him when he started to rant about you and your date again. He’d been rambling on and on, causing a few people in the circle to leave so they wouldn’t have to hear yet another string of complaints fall from his lips.

“And it’s jus’ like, of course she’d ch-choose him,” he hiccupped into his red solo cup. “He’s like, rich ‘n loaded ‘n-n stacked.”

Pope rolled his eyes. “Those all mean the same thing, J.”

“Well, y’know what ‘m tryna say. He can give her everything. He could prolly buy her the planet. I could never do that.”

Sarah watched her friend wallow in his drunken sorrows, and she felt saddened for him. She had always known how much JJ loved you. She could see it in his eyes the first time she saw you two together. He’d bleed himself dry for you, and there was never any question about it.

“Okay,” she cooed, getting up from her seat and plucking his cup from his hand. “Think you’ve had enough, JJ. C’mon. Let’s get you to bed.”

JJ grumbled out a few protests, but Sarah ignored them, asking John B to help her lead JJ to one of the guest rooms. They managed to get him tucked into bed, and when his eyes fluttered shut, they figured they were okay to leave.

Unfortunately, not even a half hour later, JJ woke up. He was still way past intoxicated, but he stumbled into the kitchen in search of another bottle. He almost came up dry until he saw a bottle of whiskey less than a quarter full. He chugged down the remaining contents, and instantly made a hasty exit, his boots dragging against the pavement as he walked.

Though he was drunk, his feet led him in a familiar direction. He knew where he longed to be, where he needed to be.

He arrived at your house, clambering his way to your door and ignoring the nasty looks he’d gotten from your parents friends and colleagues. He pushed the door open, tripping over the threshold but managing to keep himself upright. He made his way through the house, and his mind quieted when his eyes finally landed on you. He was elated for all of five seconds because then he saw Logan’s hand find your waist. He pulled you closer to him, angling his head down slightly.

Absolutely-fucking-not.

“Hey! Keep your hands off my damn girl!”

Your eyes, Logan’s, and countless other partygoers’ all shot over to JJ. He was stumbling and had almost taken out one of the serves as he made his way over to you.

“J? What are you doing here?”

JJ ignored your words and your hands on his chest as he pointed an accusatory finger at your date. “Don’t you fuckin’ touch her again.”

“JJ, stop! You’re drunk!” You shout in a whisper, pushing him back a little now.

“You don’t know her. You haven’t spent your whole life loving her and making sure she had someone. You aren’t there to remind her to eat when she gets stressed, ‘c-cause she always forgets. ‘N you aren’t there when she cries, ‘n your heart doesn’t break when she does. You’re nothin’.”

More eyes were now on the three of you, and before you knew it, your parents were making their way over to you.

“Enough, Maybank. Get out of this house before I throw you out,” your father snarled.

“Dad, stop it!”

“You,” JJ said, turning his attention to your parents. “You two are the worst of ‘em all. Throwin’ this bullshit party when you’re never even here. You care about the cut? You don’t even care about your damn daughter!”

“JJ, enough! Let’s go!” You pleaded, trying to pull him.

He freed his arm from your grasp. “No, Y/N/N, everyone needs to hear this. They need to know they’re supportin’ two people who think it’s fun to body shame their daughter and remind her time and time again that they couldn’t care less about her. They didn’t even go to your graduation, Y/N/N. You worked your ass off, ‘n they couldn’t even be bothered to send you a damn card! Never mind the last five birthdays of yours that they missed. They’re pieces of shit, ‘n all their friends should know it!”

“You’re lucky I don’t call the cops!”

“Go ‘head. Call ‘em. Call ‘em ‘n tell ‘em that you’re arresting me for defending your daughter.”

“That’s it,” you mumbled to yourself. You grabbed JJ, pulling him hard this time. “Come with me, now.”

JJ’s voice got quieter the further away you dragged him, but it was clear enough. “‘M not done with you, Y/F/N!”

Luckily, Logan had come to your aid, helping you haul JJ up the stairs. It wasn’t an easy feat, as JJ had been swatting him away the entire way up. The two of you finally got him into your room, and you told Logan to rejoin the party. JJ sunk into your bed, and you tucked him under the sheets before handing him a water bottle. He pouted, not wanting to drink it, but relented when he saw the look on your face.

“Are you mad?”

You ignored his words, continuing to help him get settled. You were trying hard to bite your tongue because you knew that even if you scolded him, he most likely wouldn’t remember a single thing you said. That, and you could tell he was hurting. That’s the only reason he would’ve gotten this drunk.

“Uh oh. You’re mad. ‘M soo in trouble.”

“Tomorrow, JJ. Go to sleep.”

His big blue eyes sulked at you, though they were a tad hazy, and he latched onto your hand after you smoothed some hair from his eyes. “‘M sorry. ‘M just sad.”

You closed your eyes, letting out a deep breath. “It’s okay, J. Now sleep.”

He tapped his right cheek, silently asking you for a kiss there. You did as he requested, unable to refuse him, but not without an eye roll. Then he repeated his taps on his other cheek. You kissed him there too. The cycle continued with his forehead, and then his nose. When you were done, he tried his luck, tapping his puckered lips.

To that, you laughed softly. “Nice try, Maybank.”

—

If you could pay someone to pluck the memories of the previous night from your brain, you’d fork over all the cash you could muster. JJ’s behaviour, your embarrassment, apologizing to Logan profusely….

Yeah.

You’d erase all of it.

Mad and anxious as you were, though, you couldn’t stop thinking about how your ‘date’ had only made things more abundantly clear; you would forever be in love with JJ.

All night long, you knew Logan was trying to charm you. He was the perfect gentleman. He helped you down the stairs in your heels, guided you through the crowd, and got your drinks for you. Talked to you about your interests and actually, genuinely cared about what you had to say. But with every touch of his, all you could feel was the ghost of JJ’s and the trails of fire he’d left behind every time his skin brushed against yours. Could smell his familiar scent of weed, sea salt and some high-end cologne he’d snatched from a party on Figure 8, in place of the cologne that Logan had spritzed on himself. And when Logan tried to kiss you, you couldn’t even think about it. Because the truth was, you knew it would never compare to the sliver of heaven you’d ascended to when JJ’s mouth was on yours.

Your mind moved over to the boy you’d tucked into your bed last night, and a pang of worry hit you. Yes, you were still mad, at least partly, but you couldn’t focus on that. All you could focus on was your concern for him.

What was he battling? And why did he feel as if he couldn’t approach you about it? Didn’t he know by now that you’d stand by him through anything?

Didn’t he know by now that he wasn’t alone?

A loud clang in the kitchen caught your attention, and you decided to head down to investigate. You were also in desperate need of a cup of coffee.

You hadn’t expected to find JJ moving around your kitchen less-than-expertly during what would probably go down as the worst hangover known to man, but the sight that greeted you was nothing but endearing.

There he was, your best friend, surrounded by a chaotic array of ingredients and bowls and utensils. Flour dusted the tips of his blonde (now white) strands, there was a smear of what you assumed was batter across the apple of his cheek, and his clothes looked even worse off than his face.

Still, his tongue was poked out adorably while he concentrated on the soon-to-be-cooked ingredients in front of him.

“J?” You chuckled softly, unable to suppress your smile at the sight before you.

JJ’s eyes flit up to yours abruptly, a worried and panicked look spreading across his face. You could see the dark circles, and his voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke.

“Shit! You’re supposed to be in bed!” He rushed over to you, hands finding your shoulders with ease and trying to urge you to spin back around. “You gotta go back up.”

Your amusement was clear on your face as you looked around at the mess. “I don’t think that’s wise, J.”

JJ scratched the back of his neck, huffing frustratedly. His eyes weren’t as bright as usual, noticeably clouded by shame. “I jus’ wanted to apologize for last night. I thought makin’ breakfast would maybe help me get back on your good side.”

Your heart softened at his sincerity, your annoyance from the previous night now dissipating at his intentions. “You’re always on my good side. I just wish you’d talk to me about what’s going on instead of completely dodging me and getting blackout drunk just ‘cause you’re avoiding things.”

You’d always known him so well. Most times, you knew him better than himself. That being said, JJ should’ve known that you’d figure him out the minute he showed up at your house. He messed up terribly. He knew he embarrassed you, he knew he might’ve ruined the party and angered your parents beyond belief. But right now, he knew that even after all those things, they’d never stop you from worrying for him and making sure he was good on all fronts.

He definitely didn’t deserve you, but at that moment, he decided; he was going to keep you anyway.

“You’re way too good for me.” JJ’s flour-dusted hand cupped your cheek, and he looked down at you with all the love he could muster up, and then some. “You’re way too good for me, and I fell in love with you anyway.”

Your heart skipped a beat as his words hung in the air, and you blinked, momentarily taken aback by the confession you’d spent nearly your entire life yearning for, yet never expected to hear.

“You’re…you’re in love with me?” You repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes searched his, and now, they were as clear and sincere as ever.

JJ nodded earnestly. “After that night, when I showed up with those flowers…I was gonna tell you. ‘N then you told me about your date with Logan ‘n I jus’ freaked ‘cause I could feel myself losin’ you to this, like, superior guy who could give you everythin’ I couldn’t.”

“J…” you trailed off sadly in a whisper.

“It’s always been us, y’know? Two peas in a shitty-parents-pod. But even on my worst days with Luke…it never mattered, ‘cause I had you. ‘N when I thought about you leavin’ me…Y/N/N, I couldn’t even stomach it. Then I kinda went off the deep end.”

You grabbed his hands with urgency. “I could never leave you, J. Never.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed with a soft voice. “I love you too much.”

JJ’s gaze searched yours, his eyes mixed with hope and trepidation. “For real?”

“Yes, for real, dummy. I love you. I’ve always loved you.” A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and your heart pounded in your chest at your confession. But this time, it wasn’t with nerves or fear, it was one hundred percent, wholeheartedly with love.

“So, does that mean I can finally kiss you again?”

Even at his most vulnerable, this cheeky boy could still whip out a boyish smirk on command. This only prompted you to toy with him a little, just to get back at him.

“And what makes you think I’m gonna kiss you, Maybank?”

His hands surged toward your hips, and he pulled you impossibly closer while licking his lips. “I know you, remember? ‘N after the other night, I know what you look like when you want to.”

Damn, he was good.

Your arms looped around the back of his neck, and you threw him a daring look. “So do it.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. His lips found yours, and you stood there for some time, just drowning each other without anything holding you back this time. Things couldn’t have been more perfect.

He couldn’t have been more perfect.

Just like that, the two of you were home. And you’d never dare to leave.

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At the end of Httyd 1, Toothless was inside the house and sitting there like he'd been there for quite a while and had gotten used to the place so chances are he never left Hiccup's side post the battle with Red Death for the time his best friend had been comatose. Also the fact that Stoick fully entrusted Toothless with Hiccup's safety and wellbeing that he would leave the house without worry.

Point in case, Toothless probably only left the house for brief moments and the villagers haven't seen him much (and they're too apprehensive to quell their curiosity because that's a freakin' Night Fury in there guarding their unconscious heir), ergo they haven't gotten used to him yet. Accepted the dragons sure but as the series told, not in an instant and not 100 percent. They trust the dragon in there but it's still something to wrap their heads around.

Now, a random Berkian's perspective to Hiccup and Toothless' friendship and dynamic post Httyd 1 would be gold.

The bewilderment at how those two seem to communicate like they've been together their whole lives, the mini heart attacks when Hiccup snarks at the dragon they grew up fearing and Toothless snarls or roars back with teeth out and... rolls his eyes?? Oh... they're just bickering, the boy isn't about to die, calm down. The fucking jumpscares when those two show up like they just materialized from the shadows WTF aaand it was just Hiccup hiding from the chief. The befuddlement watching the boy and his dragon having a debate over which notebook to buy because Hiccup wants the one with better paper quality but Toothless wants the other because apparently it smells nice.

The villagers gradually get used to Toothless and how he integrated so perfectly into Hiccup's life but while the fear and confusion is gone, the awe at how connected those two are, how they understand each other better than anyone can possibly hope, never goes away-

"Hey, no- Toothless, give me back my notebook! I still need to- Hey! GET BACK HERE!"

A black form rushes through the square and towards the Great Hall, being chased by his angry best friend who was refusing to get lunch because he wanted to sketch down an idea for some invention.

...............

(Don't tag as a ship)

#hiccup and toothless #the best buds my beloved #httyd #httyd hiccup #httyd toothless #hiccup haddock #berk #httyd 1 #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #hiccup how to train your dragon #how to train your dragon #hiccup horrendous haddock lll #toothless #night fury

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yxami · 4 months

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RAAAAH my first request omg

ethans reaction to reader cheering him on one of his games and even wearing his spare jersey that he "forgot" (oh so conveniently) at their place the last time they hung out

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Hope u enjoy!! Sorry for the wait

description: yandere jock x gn reader, somewhat of an established relationship, more like a undisclosed “we fuck each other but can’t get with anyone else” type of thing, fluff with yandere jock, he isn’t really yandere yet other than jealousy issues, I had to google football things 24/7

(I’ll also include this ask since I got so many Ethan asks that are pretty similar or able to combine in one story)

Even from afar you could still see how Ethan basked in the attention, the support of his many fans, and the harsh football lighting. You wondered if he was any different from when you first met him.

Yeah he softened up, a lot actually, but did that mean he’d stay loyal to you? He could’ve gone with anyone, it was a little odd for him to go after the person he’d tease and torment for fun.

It could’ve been for a different reason of fun, something quite deeper than that, a sort of emotion you wouldn’t be able to predict that he felt. Love.

Love for you? That’s ridiculous, this was just a friends with benefits type of thing, right? You internally groaned at being lost in thought over him. Just enjoy the game, you came here to watch him, not worry about whether he likes you or not.

Even proudly wearing his freshly washed jersey for the occasion, you could notice a few jealous and envious glares at the familiar number that many would dote over it. 2 was your lucky number, ironic that it was his jersey number.

He coincidentally left it at your place a few times, but you had always given it back much to his hidden dismay. And today, you were finally wearing it, it made his heart jump when he first saw you.

“Aaand Ethan Cortez making a run for the end zone, will he get a touch down?? It looks like number 10 is sneaking up on him as we speak!!” The speaker boomed dialogue about the game, quickly allowing the game to resume without it until an important event would unfold.

His lungs pounded with demand for air, something that he ignored until he was inches from the zone, desperate to impress you he made an effort he wouldn’t usually go as far to do when he’s this tired.

He managed to slip out an enemies grab right before he made the last winning touchdown. He slammed the football down, almost hitting himself in the process but it flung right next to him instead.

Ethan was crowded by his teammates in the matter of seconds, as quick as they could come they started hollering about how good he was, almost ready to carry him up and run around the field with him on top.

After he dabbed up what seemed to be all of his teammates he looked around. Where were you? Now that his eyes weren’t focused on you for as many seconds as possible, he couldn’t find you. He had forgotten where you were sat.

Until you popped up behind him, slinging your arms around his neck when he turned around, his expression was switched in the matter of seconds when he saw you.

“You won! I’m so happy” You relished in being carried by him with one arm around your back except for when you noticed people were staring so you laughed and told him to put you down. You didn’t want to receive anymore stares that you were already getting in the hallways for being so close to him.

“What? You shying down on me?” He curls his arm around your waist, bringing you up, and with a tilt of the head kissed your cheek. “I think I deserve a few more moments after I tried so hard for you” He pouted, sly behavior now dying down to a puppy like one.

“Alright, how about we go to the concession stand?” You compromised, looking at the bright decorated area, with pictures of what they sold. You were craving a drink and some snacks after watching the game for such a long period of time.

He nods, setting you down back on the soft grass, letting you escape from the embarrassment of people judging, even though it would still continue even afterwards. As the two of you make it to the stand, he remembers something, he had forgotten his water bottle on the bench, the one you had given him.

“I gotta go grab something, do you mind waiting for a quick second” He frowns in a displeased manner, surprised that he left it there, he hoped nobody would try snatching it just because he was drinking from it throughout the game. He knew he had some irregular fans.

You shake your head, getting a kiss on your forehead from him before he jogs off to go get it.

While you waited you looked at the menu placed above the stand, you stood a bit away as to not disturb the small line. You felt an arm tap your shoulder, you turned to the source just to realize it wasn’t Ethan but a different guy.

Looked like some other gym lover judging by his muscles that were more defined with his plain black t shirt.

“Hey, sorry to bother, but I thought you were really cute and I wanted to ask for your number” He smiled, a toothy grin popping out, he was cute, you’d admit that, but you were sort of taken?

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m umm.. sort of with someone? It’s kinda complicated” You attempted to elaborate but it just came out as jumbled words in your mind so you closed your mouth after.

“Complicated? So you’re not officially seeing someone?” He pushed his lips in a way that extenuated his curious look, eyebrows raising slightly.

“Well, not officially but.. I can’t really date anyone in the moment because of it” You hoped that was a good enough explanation that would make him lose hope and walk off. You knew that Ethan was definitely not the patient type of person when it came to other guys.

“So not with someone though? Surely you won’t mind having my number?” He seems relentless, and it didn’t seem annoying at first but now it did, why couldn’t he just accept that you couldn’t?

“I would” Ethan appears, now towering over you and the guy. “If you gotta push for a number that means it’s a no, you’re not that dumb are you?” His scoff only furthers his annoyed demeanor, crossing his arms and eyebrow perking on whether this guy would try something.

“I don’t think I was asking you was I? It’s not your fucking business anyways” The stranger laughs, sizing him up and down. You knew this was going to end terribly so you say Ethan’s name a couple of times, wanting him to notice the worry on your face and just leave with you before this escalated but he just ignored you.

He would never ignore you on normal circumstances, but right now this guy was pissing him off and he couldn’t help but deal with him before he listened you.

“And if I make it my business? What’re you going to do? I want you to do something about it” He laughs, daring him to try something when he clearly had the advantage, skills and fighting wise.

“No, I’m serious. throw a punch, see what happens” He speaks up again, clearly amused for what this guy might attempt to do.

A few moments of silence goes by, just a small chuckle from the strange guy who approached you before he swung on Ethan‘s face but being blocked by his forearm.

A quick fist fight is ensued, Ethan knocks his opponent right off his feet, he managed to land a punch on his face before he beat the guys face in. The crowd that immediately formed around gasped and recorded, suprised laughter ensuing throughout.

The fight or should you say beating ended quickly after, Ethan ended up getting pulled off by two of his teammates, the two being his best friends.

After that, you didn’t see him or that guy, you were worried that he got in trouble and it might’ve made him look bad because he immediately won and it could’ve looked like an unprovoked attack.

You texted him a few times but soon realized he probably didn’t have his phone or it was silenced, maybe already getting a scolding from the principal and his parents. You really hoped he would be alright but you couldn’t help but be angry at him for not listening to you when you practically begged him not to fight.

Once he finally turned up you made sure to let him know you were mad.

“Cmon, please look at me, I’m sorry..!” He begs, now shifted on his knees as he presses his lower half against your legs hanging off the side of the bed. “I know you told me to not do it but I was upset and.. and all worked up cuz’ of the game and winnin’”

He had hardly any bruises on his face, just a bruised lip formed into a pout and a faint one on his cheek so you knew the other guy had it worse.

“You should’ve listened to me, but I’m not that mad, I was just worried about you” You softly sigh, patting his head as he still continued to hug your legs, looking pathetic on purpose so you’d take pity on him.

“Really? I’m so happy, I’m sorry I’ll listen to you next time I swear” He rambles, almost knocking you down as he stood up to hug you, heavy but comforting, you let him lay on you for a more few moments. He definitely learned his lesson.

#yxami’s yam #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #yandere imagines #pls request #yandere scenarios #gn reader #soft yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere x darling #yandere soft #yandere jock #yandere jock oc #ethanmyoc

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loljaeyunz · 1 month

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SENSATION

PAIRING Sim Jake x f!reader x Park Sunghoon

CONTEXT You don't know how it happened but you found yourself between two hot men for a long night. Yes that's the context.

WARNINGS SMUT! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! unprotected sex (dont try this irl unless u want surprises), sub/dom dynamics, p without plot, threesome, grinding, fingering, jake teases a lot both reader and sh, manhandling, dirty talk, praising, bulge kink, slapping, crying from pleasure, a little bit pain kink, slight choking, jake is a dom while sunghoon is switch! or sub! (idk which one) 🌚 aaand aftercare (let me know if i forgot)

WORD COUNT 2.9k

NOTE this is straight up filth and idk how tf i come up with this 😭 english is not my first language so there could be grammatical errors. Also this is my first time writing something very explicit i have no idea if the smut is accurate or not 💀 i just wanted to write filth ok 😭 anyways, comments, rbs and feedbacks are highly appreciated

Jake feels like he's losing overall control of his body as his hands wander around your curves along with Sunghoon's hands. The more they pull you closer to their body, the more he can feel the intoxication coursing through his veins intensify with each moment. A feeling they have been craving.

You, on the other hand, feel yourself on cloud 9 as two pairs of hands explore your body with so much desire. You let out a breathy gasp when you felt one of the hands cup your breast over your top.

“You're so sensitive, darling.” You hear Jake's muffled voice as he continues to leave wet kisses all over your jawline.

Your breath comes to a halt with Sunghoon's lips capturing yours, kissing you messily. He nibbles your lower lip and elicits a moan from you, giving him a chance to insert his tongue into your mouth to explore you further. He takes off your top between messy kisses and leaves you bare-chested before their lustful eyes.

With Sunghoon's mouth on you, you don't notice Jake's hands lowering until they reach the band of your shorts or how he starts to take them off, leaving you only in your panties.

Jake leaves open-mouthed kisses on your back, waist, and thighs, wanting nothing but to devour your whole body, yet he restrains himself from doing so. He needs to savour every second of this moment to quench his thirst for you.

“Her lips taste like cherry wine, Jake. You need to taste it yourself.” The pale boy lets your lips with a pop sound and says to the man behind you, smirking.

Jake instantly grabs your chin, turning your head to dip his mouth onto yours, eager to have a taste for himself. He hums at the flavor of your lips and kisses you as if he has been a starved man for years. Meanwhile, you feel Sunghoon’s mouth moving gradually from your neck to your breasts, leaving wet traces along the way. He bites the flesh rather lightly that you don't even realize, so intoxicated with Jake's plump lips.

Sunghoon's mouth sucking on your nipple and one hand kneading your other breast send jolts to your lower regions. You desperately whine into Jake's mouth because of the sensation.

Jake feels you're grinding your ass onto his groin and lets out a groan. His hands move to your hips, guiding your movements as much as his own.

You tug at the shoulders of the shirt of the man in front of you, yearning for it to be gone and to feel his body underneath your fingertips.

“You want my shirt off, love?” Sunghoon smiles cockily at your eager hands, then takes your hands in his and guides them to his button-up, allowing you to take the lead as he watches you like a hawk.

You unbutton his shirt hastily while you continue to grind yourself on the man behind you. Jake's hands never once leave your hips as he moans into your ear, letting you know how good you're doing for him.

Jake feels like his body is burning. With each movement of your hips, he feels a fever creeping up and makes him sweat. Your body molds with him so naturally as if they are two pieces of a puzzle. He has dreamed about this exact moment for so long that nothing could hold him back now.

You take off Sunghoon's shirt and roam your hands around his firm shoulders and biceps, taking in every inch of his skin. You lean in to kiss his tempting neck and you hear Sunghoon's whines, even though he tries to muffle them.

The three of you become so consumed by lust that you don't even notice yourselves automatically walking to the direction of bed.

Sunghoon goes for your lips one more time as he simultaneously works his hands to unbuckle his belt. The clashing sound of metal only turns you on more, while Jake caresses your torso with delicate touches and kisses your earlobe.

You watch as the pale man undresses completely before your eyes. He takes off his boxers last, and the sight of his length causes your legs to tremble. You're certain that if it weren't for Jake's hands holding onto you, you would have fallen to the ground already.

Sunghoon chuckles at the ravenous look in your eyes. “It is all gonna be yours tonight, my love.”

He lays against the headboard, the dim light illuminates his naked figure alluringly.

“Go on, baby, sit on him.” Jake urges you towards Sunghoon, his hands still on your hips, he guides you to bed.

You straddle yourself above Sunghoon's cock and you moan as his tip makes contact with your clothed core. Jake takes his place behind you again and puts his hands on your hips and starts working you on Sunghoon's cock. He moves you back and forth and simultaneously grinds his clothed cock on your ass, causing all of you to let out breathy moans.

“Ah, fuck, Jake!” You whine shamelessly to the stimulation. Your head rests on Jake's shoulder as you allow him to move you at the pace he wants. The slickness between your legs feels so uncomfortable as it drenches your panties. And as if Jake knows what you're thinking, one of his hands slips into them. His fingers caress your pussy lips and collect some of your wetness. You can't help but squirm in his hold, anticipating him to just sink his fingers into you.

“Please,” You plead.

“Hmm, please what? What do you need, darling?” he teases, knowing very well what you want.

“Fingers, please, Jake. Just anything, Jake.”

Jake grins at your desperate plea, relishing the control he has over you. He sinks his finger in your hole ever so slowly, just to make you beg for more of him.

On the verge of tears, you cry out his name, desperately trying to grasp his arms to urge him to go faster, all the while pleading with him.

He finally gives in to your sweet begging and fastens his finger inside you, maintaining an animalistic pace. Your body convulses around his fingers making it difficult for you to hold yourself up properly. His free hand grasps your throat to prevent you from collapsing onto Sunghoon.

You look down at Sunghoon beneath you as he watches you so endearingly getting fingered by his best friend. You still can feel his cock as hard as a rock against your thigh but he only watches you without making any sound or move. His eyes flick between your face and your bouncing breasts and sometimes where Jake's fingering you but the panties you're still wearing limits his view, which annoys him.

“Take off that damn thing Jake, I can't see anything.”

Jake takes his fingers out of you with his friend’s words, making you whine in need. He tears your panties so easily that you gasp at him. Then he inserts his fingers in you again, giving the man beneath you a good show.

Sunghoon licks his lips as he observes the glistening wetness of your cunt, more slick pouring down with every move of Jake's fingers.

“Need to get you wet and ready for Hoon, right, baby?” Jake breaths in your ear, continuing to work his finger in and out rapidly. His other hand finds its way again to your throat but now harshly gripping it. You love the way he applies pressure to your windpipe, stealing your breath away.

Jake feels your walls convulse more around his fingers, indicating that you're close to your release. His thumb starts drawing circles on your clit, and his mouth drops to suck on the back of your neck. He fights the urge to sink his teeth into your flesh, barely restraining himself.

“Jake, Jake, I'm so close, please don't stop, oh, Jake,”

If there's one thing Jake adores about the noises you make, it’s the way you chant his name over and over as you come undone on his fingers. It is like a forbidden melody to him.

He lets you ride your high before removing his fingers and putting them in his mouth to lick them clean. He lewdly groans at the taste of you.

You breathe heavily as you place your hands on Sunghoon's chest to steady yourself against him. His hands roam over your thighs to soothe you after your recent climax.

“So fucking gorgeous,” Sunghoon mutters under his breath, “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you cum, love.”

You smile at his words. You would typically feel shy being so exposed in front of men, but now, as you are entranced by the look in Sunghoon's eyes, you don't feel an ounce of shyness. It's as if being completely naked and vulnerable in front of them is something natural. No need to mention you feel comfortable and content under their touches and can't stop yearning for it.

“You think you can take me?” he asks, looking directly at your eyes.

You nod and gather yourself. Though you still feel Jake's hands roaming your body, you mostly ignore his touch as you prop yourself up on your knees and position Sunghoon's cock at your entrance.You both whimper as his tip makes contact with your hole.

You slowly ease yourself onto his cock, letting its length pry you open. You feel Jake steadying his hands on your waist to make you feel more composed while you take his friend.

“You're doing so good, baby, just a little more.” Jake whispers into your ear.

Both Sunghoon and you moan out loud at the sensation of you bottoming out. His hands fly to your hips just below Jake's hands. He lets you adjust his size while he traces random shapes on your hips to soothe you.

But Jake has other plans.

“Fuck, look at you baby. Do you think Hoonie would feel me if I touched here?” Sunghoon hisses at the pressure of Jake's hands over your tummy bulge. The stimulation Jake gives him over your tummy is enough to make him ram into you relentlessly but he holds himself back, uttering a string of curses to Jake under his breath.

You start grinding your hips against Sunghoon's cock, fully feeling his size. He whimpers beneath you, his grip on your hips tightening to the point where you're certain his nails are leaving crescent marks on your skin.

Meanwhile, Jake's hand hasn't left your tummy, experiencing the bulge getting more prominent and then less. Your head spins as he begins to stroke the bulge, making the sensation even more intense. Incoherent moans spill from your mouth as the overwhelming feeling consumes you completely.

Sunghoon, realizing that you're losing your pace, starts to thrust his hips into you and Jake holds your back against his chest with one hand as the other continues to stimulate you both.

“Feel how deep he is in you, darling?”

Sunghoon quickens his pace, hitting your cervix just right with each thrust.

"Look at him, see how he goes fucking wild just for you.”

You can't even bring yourself to open your eyes as sheer pleasure overwhelms your senses, leaving you only able to babble meaningless words. Your body goes limp leaning on Jake's body. He supports your weight by holding onto your chest.

"Ah, I'm so close, love, are you there yet?" Sunghoon grunts, his voice strained with urgency, his rhythm becoming more erratic with each passing moment.

Unable to verbalize anything, you simply nod and moan as your entire body starts to tremble. You hold onto Jake's arms, seeking stability amidst the waves of ecstasy washing over you.

Jake watches you as you reach your climax on his friend's cock, your mouth agape and your head tilted back against his shoulder.

And Sunghoon simply lets go as he feels you're cumming around his cock, spilling everything he has in you with a loud moan.

Jake keeps stroking over your bulge while you're riding out your orgasm for the second time this night. Heavy breaths resonate in the room.

“Stop doing that, man.” Jake hears Sunghoon grunt beneath you.

“Why? Does it bother you, Sunghoonie?” Jake can't help but tease the man, pressing more on your tummy and causing you to squirm in his hold.

“It's making me hard again, so stop if you want to have a turn for yourself.”

Jake scoffs, “Big words for someone who is under me right now.”

Without any other word, Jake easily lifts you off from Sunghoon's now softened cock. The sensation of the mixture of your cum and his trickling down your thighs makes you cringe.

You moan as Jake pushes against your spine, pressing your chest now onto Sunghoon's. You arch your back and press your ass against Jake's clothed erection, eliciting a moan from him. He strokes your ass cheeks, “As much as I'd like to clean you off with my tongue, baby, I think my cock is gonna fall off if I'm not inside you right now.”

Jake takes off every layer on his body swiftly. He watches the remnants of cum gushing from your hole and drips down on his cock as he presses himself, smearing it all over to act like a lube.

“So wet,” he grinds himself into your wetness, relishing in the act.

"Jake, please just put it–" your words are cut short as Jake abruptly thrusts his entire length into you, causing you to steady yourself by firmly gripping Sunghoon's shoulders.

Jake doesn't give you time to adjust; he just starts pistoning his hips into you at a rapid pace, making you sway back and forth on Sunghoon. You keep moaning but your moans sound muffled against Sunghoon's chest and this only makes Jake thrust you harsher.

Sunghoon, upon seeing you getting railed by his friend on top of him, gets hard under you again. He watches how your breasts bounce in front of his face due to the intense thrusts you're receiving, he loves watching how you try to stabilize yourself and fail miserably, eventually letting all of your weight fall on him and he definitely fucking loves the painful friction his cock gets as it keeps getting squeezed between your abdomen and his.

“Oh my fucking god, you feel so good, baby. Keep clenching on me.” Jake exclaims before landing a sharp slap on your ass cheek. You cry at the pain, digging your nails into the skin of Sunghoon. He whimpers under you, hissing here and there at the pain.

“Look how dumb you get, can't even hold yourself up. I doubt there's anything on your mind other than my cock, isn't that right baby?”

He is right, there's no thoughts, only him and his wondrous cock. The same name keeps playing in your head.

“Yeah, keep screaming my name baby, let Hoon know how good I'm making you feel. Come on, I'm so close to filling you up.” The skin slapping sounds intensify and you can't comprehend what Jake is saying as you just let him use you how he wants. The friction of his cock dragging in and out of you and Sunghoon's cock pressing on your abdomen makes you dizzy. You're sure you're drooling at this point but you don't care. Everything feels so intense, your body is in clouds and you feel you're reaching heavens at one particular harsh thrust from Jake.

Sunghoon doesn't realize your screams have just brought him to the edge and now spilling his warm seed between your abdomens, reaching his climax at the same time with you. He doesn't even realize that his whimpers have morphed into cries.

Jake, seeing both of you crying under him, gives you one hard thrust before painting your gummy walls white. He cums so much that his seed spills from you, running past his cock.

Sunghoon, still in the haze of his ecstasy, pulls your face from his chest to lock your lips with his. His tongue immediately finds yours, exchanging the saliva.

You feel Jake closing in to place tender kisses on your shoulder blades while his cock is still plugging you. “You did so good, darling. Took it so well for us.” he whispers into your ear.

Jake pulls out his cock and you instantly whine at the feeling of the emptiness, the mixture of cums gushing out of you. Sunghoon shushes you, caressing your sides and you cling to him.

You see Jake coming with towels in his hand from the corner of your eye. He gently lifts you from Sunghoon and lays you beside him. He starts to clean the sticky remnants of Sunghoon's cum on your abdomen, then between your legs. You feel him place soft kisses on your knees.

After both of them clean themselves and change the sheets, all of you lay down on the bed.

“So, you're a whimperer, huh?” Jake speaks against the crook of your neck, teasing the man that lays on the other side of you.

“Shut up.” Sunghoon scoffs at him.

You would have laughed at their antics if you weren't so worn out and already passed out.

#enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #enha smut #enhypen smut #jake sim smut #jake smut #enhypen hard hours #sunghoon smut #park sunghoon smut #enha x reader #enha #sunghoon x reader #jake x reader

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apomaro-mellow · 4 months

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Hello! I love how you write and neeeed someone to steddie-fy this plssss

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM6CptSbP/

ooooh delicious

also this gives me a chance to do a teeny bit of frat!steve that erryone's goin crazy for rite now

Eddie had come a long way from rolling his eyes at his frat brat of a roommate. He'd seen Steve on that first day with his backwards baseball cap and had been ready to write him off. But after only one semester, he'd become totally smitten. In a platonic way, of course.

Steve always texted ahead if his frat brothers would be in the dorm so that Eddie could decide if he wanted to be around that energy. Whatever mess they might've made, Steve always cleaned up. When Eddie was up late studying or working on a hobby, he could hear Steve creeping in like a mouse, respectful of his roommate's night owl tendencies.

Sometimes Eddie had friends over, and Steve was always offering drinks or snacks, playing the part of hospitable host.

And dare he say it? The man was funny. Charming even. To the point that when the semester ended and Steve asked if he wanted to be roommates again, Eddie accepted without a second thought.

Which brings him to the problem he had today.

Now, Eddie himself was pretty free with his emotions. He didn't hold things close to the chest, especially after getting to know someone. So he was no stranger to physical shows, even among his guy friends. He'd hold their hands, hug them close. Even tease them with the promise of a kiss ("Jeff, my man, I could kiss ya!").

But that last thing was a line he never crossed. Kisses were a little too much for surface affection, in his opinion. And as much as he liked Steve and his company, they were just friends. So why was Steve kissing him all the time.

Well, not all the time. Just when Eddie was asleep. Thanks to his late nights, Eddie would sometimes nap during the day. Usually in his own room, but sometimes on the couch. And sometimes when he was on the couch, not yet asleep but down for the count, he would hear Steve's familiar footsteps, and feel an unfamiliar set of lips brush against his forehead. Once Eddie realized what was happening, he first wondered how long Steve had been doing this. Then he wondered why he got butterflies in his stomach.

Honestly, he was surprised that Steve hadn't caught on that he had caught on. Eddie was fidgety by nature and even though he tried to rein it in, he was sure some of his twitchiness had to show whenever Steve gave him those little kisses.

Even so, Steve just went on with his every day routine. Acting like he wasn't giving Eddie a smooch like every other day. Actually, it was getting close to every day now. At least once a day, Eddie found the time to get on the couch in their living room and close his eyes and pretend to be asleep. Sure he could just tell Steve not to kiss him anymore, but he didn't wanna embarrass the guy. Plus, the butterflies.

Then, one day, while Eddie was having one of his pretend naps, he heard Steve come in with someone else.

"Is this the guy?", the friend whispered. It was a male voice so it was probably someone from his frat.

"Yeah", Steve said, just as quietly but with a dreamy tint to his voice.

"And you still haven't asked him out yet?"

"I want to. But he's-you know." Steve's voice was so much closer. Like he was crouching next to the couch.

"He's what?"

Then Eddie felt Steve playing with his hair. "He's so out of my league. He's the president of his club, has his own band, our Lit teacher loves him. Aaand he got here on a full academic scholarship."

"Then you gotta shoot your shot before someone else grabs him."

Steve sighed. "Let's just get the stuff and go."

They left and Eddie was filled with determination. Steve wanted to ask him out. Steve thought he was amazing. Steve thought that he was out of his league. The butterflies in his stomach were gone now and replaced with ants in his pants. Probably not the best analogy but it worked for now. Because in this moment, he actually had to go to sleep and be ready to wake up early.

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Even after a night of drinking, Steve stayed true to his routine and would set an alarm to get up for a quick morning jog. If he was truly hungover, he'd take it easy and shorten the run but all in all, he never missed it. And he never missed an alarm. But today, instead of waking up to the sound of his playlist on shuffle, he felt something soft and tender touch his forehead.

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty."

Steve's eyes popped open to see Eddie hover, haloed by the sun rising. "Wha?"

"I wanted to return the favor, but unfortunately you get up at the ass-crack of dawn."

"Return the...?"

"By my count, I've got a huge backlog of kisses to make up for", Eddie grinned, then leaned in to give him another, this time on the cheek.

Steve's cheeks pinkened and he had the nerve to look bashful and Eddie just had to kiss the other cheek.

"How long have you known?", Steve asked, pulling the cover over his face.

"About a month. How long have you been doing it?", Eddie asked.

Steve let out a groan and Eddie didn't know if that meant he'd been doing it for longer or if Eddie found out right away. Whatever the case, it was all out in the open now.

"You gonna show me your cute face so I can keep kissing it?"

Steve slowly peeked over the blanket, only showing his eyes. "....Only if you kiss all of it."

Eddie spent the better part of the morning, kissing every inch of Steve's face, teasing him for as long as he could before finally planting one on his lips.

#thanks for the ask!#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie

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mangowafflesss · 7 months

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May I please request price x pregnant wife reader. While they are deployed new neighbors move in, well the male neighbor ends up being a creep and watches reader when she's in the yard and often comes over to her house just to be a creep. Reader doesn't want to tell her husband because she doesn't want him stressing himself. Well when he finally makes it home he notices she's acting strange Or his son (if you wanna add them already having kids) tells him what's going on. He goes into protective mood and handles the situation. Thank you and I love your fics ❤️❤️❤️

I'm slowly but surely getting back to writing again! Enjoy <3 CW: Creepy behaviour from neighbour (fuck that guy) unwanted touching aaand that's it I think. [2K+ Words]

You hummed softly as your husband kissed you for the fifth time while walking to the front door. “You should go before someone gets mad” you say while he holds you by the waist and pulls you closer to him “Laswell will be fine for a bit” he mumbles before peppering you with kisses “John!” you giggle and then you hear the loud running footsteps of your son coming down the stairs.

“Daddy, I'm ready to come with you!” you turn to see your son dressed in similar gear you’ve seen John wear before with his nerf gun in his hand. John lets go of your waist and walks over to your son, dropping to one knee he straightens up the hat on his head and laughs “You can’t come with, your son frowns before your husband finishes his sentence, because who else will protect the girls?” he points back to you and reaches up to touch your stomach.

You found out you were having a girl last week and you couldn’t contain your excitement, you love your son to pieces but you wanted to at least have one of each which now you will do.

“Okay… I'll protect mummy and sissy!” he bounces on his feet and launches himself onto John. Wrapping his strong arms around him he lifts him from the ground and tickles his stomach before throwing him onto the sofa “See you soon bud” “Bye dad!”

John chuckles before giving you one last kiss and whispering something in your ear which leaves you in a flustered mess. You watch him get into his car and back out of the driveway, it was always hard to see him go, but you know that he’ll come back. You wave at him until he turns the corner down the next street and you sigh before going back inside and seeing your son bouncing on the sofa cushions.

“Cmon, let's go build a fort!” you say excitedly and watch as your son rips apart the whole couch for the big cushions. It's a tradition at this point when John leaves. Build a fort, watch Cars all night and eat as much popcorn humanly possible. Tradition.

A couple of days later you were outside sweeping the leaves on your driveway while listening to the radio you had perched on a windowsill.

As you were doing so, you failed to see the wandering eyes of your new neighbour. He stood on his driveway with a box in his hands glancing your way. When you turned around he was already gone inside of his house without you seeing his previous glare.

You rested your hands on your hips as you took in the leaf free ground, you know they will reappear but it was something to keep you busy other than taking your son to school.

“Looks good” you heard a voice say and you nearly jumped out of your skin, your neighbours never speak to you for some unknown reason so this truly shocked you. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you there darling” your eyes find brown ones and you take in the new person. “I just moved in next door and thought I'd introduce myself, Adam” he puts out a hand and you go to shake it but he seemed to hold on for a lot longer than you had liked.

“Hi” you introduce yourself and tell him your name which he repeated back to you. The air seemed a little awkward as he just stood there while the radio played in the background. “Well, if you ever need anything, and i mean anything then i’ll be next door” he waves before leaving you alone and going back into his house. You do the same and lock it behind you before getting on with some jobs inside of the house.

When you came home from picking your son Gabe up from school, there was a knock on your door and Gabe shouted for you to open it. “Hey no shouting” you whisper while rubbing your head at the loud sound. When you open the door you’re met with your neighbour and plaster a fake smile on your face.

“I hope i'm not intruding” he says while looking down at his watch, you shake your head and want him to get on with whatever he wants from you.

“I made some cookies and got a little carried away with my new oven so i thought i’d bring some over” he pushes a blue polkadot tin into your field of vision and your son comes to the door “Cookies?!” he grabs the tin but you take it off him and give your neighbour a smile “That's very nice of you but my son is allergic to most ingredients” you lie while handing it back to him, he takes it off you with a frown but perks up “Ah nevermind then! Have a good night darling” you cringe at the name he gives you but you don’t say anything about it and shut the door.

“I'm not allergic to cookies…” Gabe mumbles in confusion and you steer him into the kitchen to grab him one you bought. “Don’t take food from strangers” is all you say before closing the blinds in your house and seeing the outline of your neighbour inside of his house.

John had always drilled safety points into your head, even if the person seems harmless there isn’t any harm in being careful. With his job you’d think he knows a thing or two about safety, after all he's seen more things that you could possibly ever have.

The next few days you’ve been weary of your neighbour, his actions were weird and you had a strange vibe from him. Your son had picked up on your behaviour and asked you multiple times why he was not allowed to play outside but you just told him it was too cold to.

You knew your neighbour was out as his car wasn’t in the driveway so you let your son play with his football while you replaced the lightbulb on your patio. You could’ve wait until John was home but you were capable and it's one less job for him to do.

As you were putting the bulb inside you heard footsteps come up the stairs and you thought it was your son “Hey Gabe could you pass me the cover please sweetie” you ask while pointing blindly to the ground. You were up on some ladders so it would be easier for him to get it if he just came up to you.

You felt it touch your hand and then as you screwed it back into the right spot you felt hands hold your hips. Shocking you, the cover fell out of your hands and smashed onto the floor. Turning around you’re met with the brown eyes of your neighbour and quickly scramble down the small step ladders.

“What are you doing here?” your heart was beating fast and you looked around to see your son still playing with his football on the grass. “I saw you and thought you might need some help, wouldn’t want you or the baby to get hurt” he smiles with his oddly creepy smile.

“I don't want you coming near me or touching me again” you say in a firm voice and he raises a brow not expecting you to say anything about how he had his hands on your body. You cross your arms over your chest and he lets out a chuckle before stepping away with his arms in the air “Alright alright, i guess being a nice person is a bad thing now” you glare at him as he walks down the stairs and past where your son is standing watching.

“Is everything okay mummy?” he asks while holding his football in his hand and you just smile before nodding “Yes but be careful there's glass up here” you motion at the floor where there's a mess of glass shards everywhere.

You could see your neighbour watching you still which sends an uncomfortable feeling in your body. You can't wait until your husband comes home.

You had avoided going out as much as possible, too scared to face the man next door. You had a bad dream last night about him, he broke into your home which made you stay up for the rest of the night in your son's room while he slept soundly. Gabe did wake up confused as to why you were in his room but you told him there was a spider in your room and was too scared to sleep in there.

You didn't want to worry him but he did make you laugh when he picked up his slipper and marched into your room to find the spider.

Tonight John was coming home and you were so relieved when you heard his voice on the phone. Everything that has happened with your neighbour over the past few weeks has really turned you into a different person.

Gabe was overly excited and was wearing you out, with the lack of sleep and also being pregnant is starting to make you tired. You had put on a movie but soon enough fell asleep to the soothing sound of the main character's voice.

You didn't hear the front door open or the loud squeals of your son welcoming his dad home. You did however feel the figure of someone hovering over you, their large hands moved hair from your face and caressed your cheek. A kiss was placed on your forehead and you woke up with a start and darted your hand out which made contact with your husband's face, well you didn't know it was him until he looked at you with a confused look.

“Oh John! I'm so sorry” you apologise with a mortified expression, your hands reached out and grabbed his cheeks trying to soothe the hit. “You okay? You've never done that before” he asks while pressing kisses to your wrist. “You scared me!” your hands retreat from him and you rub your tired eyes.

John runs his eyes up and down you and could tell something was bothering you or something had happened you haven't told him. He's a very observant man and knows everything about his wife, there wasn't much you could hide from him - he even knew you were pregnant with Gabe before you did.

“How was work?” you question and he fills you in on some things about the guys. You weren't really paying attention but laughed when you felt it was appropriate. Your son was climbing all over John and you smiled softly at the scene, your little family and whole world.

“Isn't it your bedtime Mr?” John says while ticking Gabes sides and lifting him into the air as if he’s an aeroplane. “No!” he shouts but John had him hanging off his arm while walking upstairs to his room.

“Mummy help me!!”

You laughed softly and as you looked up you could see your neighbour staring right through your living room window waving before shutting his blinds. You abruptly stood and drew the curtains with so much aggression you swore you heard them rip a little.

You went around making sure every window and door was locked, along with the blinds and curtains. You should probably tell John about Adam and his actions to you while he was gone but you didn’t want him to worry, if you don’t give him the time of day maybe he will leave you alone. Maybe.

It had been three days since John came home and you had been distant. You dropped the box of cereal in your hands when he put his hands on your hips and hugged you from behind. You told him to not call you darling which confused him also but shrugged it off until today he saw you looking through the window as if you’re looking for something.

He knew he wouldn’t get anything out of you so he walked up the stairs and into Gabe's room, shutting the door softly behind him making sure you didn't hear.

“Hey bud, can I ask you something?” Gabe nods his head while stopping his colouring in of a dinosaur. “Did anything happen to your mom while I was gone?” John asks and then watches as Gabe stands from where he was sitting at his desk and walks over to where he was sitting on the bed.

“I don't think she likes the new neighbour very much…”

“New neighbour?”

“Adam. She was angry at him when he touched her”

John's jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. “What did you just say son?” He asks hoping he heard him correctly.

“Mummy was fixing the light and he went to help but she dropped it and it smashed”

Standing from the edge of his son's bed, John storms out of the room and goes straight out the front door. You watched as he did so and walked to the front door with hurried steps. Whatever was going on with him, he was pissed.

Your husband storms up to Adam's house and pounds onto the front door, it opens and John grabs the man by his shirt and pushes him up against the door.

“Touch my wife again and i’ll fucking make sure you never touch anything with those hands again” he shouts into his face and watches as the man trembles.

“I didn't do anything! Please, whatever she said-” pushing him back, his head hits the door again and he winces “My wife didn’t have to say anything, her behaviour told me enough”

“I'll do anything please, I'm sorry!”

“You’re going to apologise to her and then after that, I don’t want to see your fucking face again” Adam nods frantically and John lets him go.

You were watching from afar as they walked up the driveway, your husbands eyes were staring daggers into Adams head while he kept his head down looking guilty.

His brown eyes meet with yours and you keep your distance “I’m sorry for everything i did to you, it was wrong of me to do and i am truly sorry” he says in a very monotone way. He gives you one last look before running away to his house.

“What was that about?”

“You should’ve told me about him, love…” your eyes brim with tears and he holds out his arms to you “come here” you collapse into his arms and he runs his hand up your neck in a soothing manner “you don’t have to keep everything to yourself”

“I know, I just didn’t want to make you worry about it” he pulls away and grabs your face in his hands “your problems are my problems, we’re in this together remember?” you nod your head and he places a kiss on your forehead before pushing you inside of the house.

“Now that problems been taken care of, would you care for a massage my love?” you smile at him before dragging him further into the house and up the stairs for your well awaited massage.

#captain john price x reader #price x reader #price call of duty #john price x reader #captain john price #captain johnathan price #price x female reader #captain price x female reader

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partycatty · 3 months

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I can't get enough of young Johnny MK11! I love him, god!🥵 How do you like this topic for fanfic? Fem!reader put his jacket and glasses on his naked body, and took sexy selfies.😎❤️‍🔥 Johnny saw this aaand here I’m already giving way to your fantasy hehe~

Thank you in advance! I like the way you write! Well done💕

i'm not sure if i read it right ?? lmk, but i went with my interpretation

johnny cage > call me

johnny's out late working, as usual. you've had enough of waiting and decide to bait him into coming home early

warnings: PHONE SEX TEEHEE

notes: do you guys also like genuinely tweak out wishing he was real? he's so perfect? peak malewife? wishing u were [REDACTED] his [REDACTED] rn?

masterlist

• you were often left to your own devices when it came to living with johnny. he, after all, was a star constantly running around on new projects. any studio would be at his knees for just one contract. he was hollywood's richest man, and you were lucky to call him your boyfriend.

• sure, it had it's moments. the paps stealing upskirt shots from you wasn't ideal, neither was the bush stalking. but you could see past that. what was hardest was when johnny would be gone all through the night, dressed in that stupid ninja mime getup that you learned to loathe since it pulled him away more than his other works. does the world really need a ninja mime trilogy? yes, apparently.

• boredom overtook you, since browsing on your phone for eight hours was now becoming a horrible habit on your neck - and mental stability. you took to mopping the floors, tidying the countertops, dusting his awards. finally, you settled on your walk-in closet.

• it was spacious, big enough for you to each get a side. your side was always decently organized to your liking, but johnny's was... atrocious. jackets hung on one sleeve, some on the floor. the only thing that was neatly organized on his side was the giant rack of sunglasses. he always had a pair to match the outfit and occasion. he probably had about three pairs on him at work.

• as you tried to rearrange his clothing, his distinct, classy scent filled your nose, sticking to the inside of your nose and you couldn't help but feel heated. you missed him, him and his dick. you took a deep whiff of his iconic blue and purple jacket, the one he left at home knowing he'd have to get in costume anyway.

• you threw it over yourself, embracing your torso and spinning in the mirror. it fit him perfectly, but on you it was like a blanket. the sleeves sagged off of your arms and your midsection was swimming. his size was impressive, his form shaped like a greek god.

• you couldn't help yourself, the memories of him and scent turned you on. blame pheromones, dammit! but, you realized you could take advantage of this.

• throwing your shirt off, you donned the jacket again, wearing it like he does - chest exposed. a purple pair of sunglasses practically screamed your name from the rack and you put them on. you looked just like him...! no, not really.

• touching yourself in his clothes was not a new idea, but there certainly was a new idea blossoming in your head. you pulled your phone out and snapped a mirror selfie, trying to flex like he does but your muscles were muffled from the loose fabric.

• how's this for the next cagecon? you text johnny, attaching the photo. you didn't expect him to reply right away, considering he was at work. but before you could lock your phone for the moment, his name popped up within milliseconds.

• don't take me away from work, baby! johnny replies with a winking emoji.

• what if i want to? it's so lonely in your mansion, you reply with an angel emoji, sitting on the edge of your shared bed as you fight a grin. you angle the phone downward, capturing your bare chest. your nipples brush against the jacket, making them stick out through the front. johnny takes a moment to reply, but you feel your phone vibrate once, then twice, then three times.

• fuck, you're so hot in my clothes.

• i'm taking my break early. can't work with a boner.

• the third message was a short video of him palming himself through that stupid costume. the only thing you can thank that outfit for is how prominent it makes his bulge.

• phone sex through texts was also nothing new to you two, considering the distance. as your fingers sink under your panties, assuming that's where things will go before you get a fourth message.

• call me. please.

• you sit up straight, biting your lip. his desperation always got you going. you kicked your pants and panties aside.

• you send one last photo, your body spread out on the bed in his clothes. your hand conceals your dripping pussy playfully.

• why should i? you shoot the message out, giggling at your own words.

• johnny doesn't even reply, he opens your message and calls you. you eagerly accept his call. his voice is echoey and rough. you realize he's hiding in the bathroom. his breathing is heavy.

• "are you proud of yourself?" he asks in a low rumble, trying to stay quiet but his flustered huffing makes his voice whiny. "look at what you did."

• he sends a photo. his cock is eager and out, and you see a teardrop of precum on his tip. you happily exchange that photo for another one, a short video of you gingerly touching yourself. he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

• "i couldn't wait til i'd get home," he admits, and you hear the slick sounds of him jerking off. "i want to, i want to come home and fuck you like that, but i'm here for another two hours."

• "you couldn't have waited?" you ask in disbelief, circling small loops on your aching clit.

• "no." johnny's reply sounded so sure of himself, so convinced in his words. he was as firm as he would've been if you asked him if he killed someone. he knew this to be a fact, he could not wait. "i can't help it, sweetheart. you're just so... god."

• his breaths get heavier and needier, you can sense he's speeding up on himself. you try to match what you assume is his pace, one that he confirms through another video. he held the phone below his dick, giving you a delicious view of his abs and bobbing adam's apple as he swallowed hungrily.

• his arms were painted white, but his hands were his usual flesh tone since he wore gloves for the costume. even still, his veins were incredibly prominent and really helping you reach your climax.

• "we gotta make this quick, baby," he grumbles into the phone, muffling his moans through bitten lips. you're a little louder due to your privacy, much to his delight. "people'll start looking for me."

• "johnny," you whimper out, back arching up off of the bed. "i'm already close." through your haze, you get a video of you masturbating wildly, the jacket now sliding down to your sides and fully revealing your tits as you fuck yourself. "i-i need you, i need you so bad-"

• "i know, baby," he breathlessly replies, straining himself to avoid moaning out your name and attracting attention. "let me hear how badly you need me."

• you could only spew out utter nonsense at this point as your orgasm is dangerously close. he seems to get the memo, though, and gives you permission to cum with him. your needy cries and his muffled grunts make a perfect chorus that you only wish were in person.

• when your breathing slows, as does his, you hear him chuckle to himself. a new message appears in your chat.

• his weeping dick was cradled in his palm, as was a entire handful of semen dripping down his fingers. he wanted to show you just how hard you made him cum from phone sex alone.

• "round one was now," he mumbles as you hear him tear a piece of toilet paper to wipe his hand. "round two is when i get home. you gonna be ready for it, princess?"

• the phone rests on your bare, damp chest as you fixate on the ceiling. you take the sunglasses off and wipe your face with a smile.

• "i'm always ready," you reply with a giggle.

• "that's my girl. see you in two hours. i love you." and with that, he hangs up, leaving you a naked, sweaty mess that's only concealed in his jacket.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat smut #mk11 #mortal kombat 11 x reader #mortal kombat 11 #johnny cage mk11 #marley writes ☆

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multi-fandomedfreak · 9 months

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Gn!reader and Connor making out in a semi-public spot and Hank is just like "OMFG PLS STOP RUINING MY INNOCENCE BOY"

Maybe hcs of every time hes caught them doing a lil too much PDA wise

(Doesn't specifically have to be making out just excess PDA, maybe Connor and reader are flirting a whole lot just whatever ur comfy with!)

Authors note: IM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA.

Characters: Connor x Gn!Reader and third wheel Hank (poor guy)

⚠Warnings⚠: Semi-Public making out, mentions of dying (just a little)

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The first time

-You and Connor think you guys are so slick

-Spoiler: you’re not

-You were both pretty new into the relationship so couldn’t keep your hands off each other

-And plus since the station barely had any people, why not sneak off with each other?

-Thinking it was gonna be for just a small while, you both are at the back of the station, smoochin’ away

-and surprise surprise

-you end up staying there long enough for Hank to actually end up getting worried

-like do you have any idea? how long you two have to be away for? for hank to get worried??

-Bc its not like he doesn't care or anything but he simply isn't used to having to actively keep an eye on you two

-but then them mother instincts kicked in after he noticed you two had been gone for a while

-He just starts asking around if anyone saw the two of you

-And happened to stumble in on you guys (poor dude screamed he needed bleach after walking in on you two)

-Lets just say that Hank kept a closer eye on you two after that

The second time

-You two have calmed down since the last incident with Hank walking in on you guys

-But of course you still had your moments with each other

-this time around you weren’t in that much of a public space (what you told yourself)

-just casually behind the Chicken Feed truck while Hank ate his lunch

-yknow, like how normal people do

-You two honestly don't really understand how it even happened

-You wanted a drink from a nearby shop since the drink you wanted wasn't sold at the Chicken Feed

- And Connor simply asked if he could tag along

-Aaand next thing you know you're both behind the Chicken Feed truck, drink long forgotten, with Connor trapped between you and the truck

-Of course, Hank gets worried again since he's a pretty slow eater so he doesn't know how you're still not back after all this time

he swears... that's it. jk jk, I'm just being stupid. anyways, he swears that you both are gonna give him a heart attack someday from how much he worries

-He tries calling you on his phone and gets confused when he hears your ringtone from behind the truck

-Time skip a few minutes later, Connor and you have red ears from Hanks grip and sulking in the car ride to the station after his lecture

-Mostly because he swears the two of you make him worried sick on purpose

The third time

-Ok. this time.

-You didn’t even try to hide it

-Like no joke, just decided to make out right there and then

-On Hanks couch.

-knowing he was about to be back in a little bit

-but heyyyy you both could’ve cared less in that moment

-A few hours earlier, you were after a suspect and one thing lead to another so all of a sudden, you were being held hostage

-So this making out was a bit justified since you almost died thinking that you were never gonna see Connor again

-And he was just as scared

-Soo both of ya just wanted to hold each other for a bit

-That’s probably why when Hank got back from doing whatever Hank does, he bit his tongue (literally) to stop a snippy remark from falling out

-He was just happy you were alive and you two were finding comfort in each other

-Albeit, a little grossed out at your show of affection

-He just cursed under his breath and went to go take a nap

#dbh headcanons #dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #connor x reader #connor rk800 #rk800 #rk800 x reader #dbh rk800 #rk800 dbh #detroit become human rk800 #detroit rk800 #rk800connor #detroit become human #detroit: become human #detroit: bh

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angelicmunson · 2 years

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sleepover // the boys

✩ pairing: eddie munson x reader, steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader, jonathan byers x reader

✩ word count: 1k

✩ outline: pretty self explanatory, just soft sleepovers with your bf

✩ authors note: these got longer as they went on i’m so sorry!!!

eddie-

“m’tired, ed’s” you mumbled against his shoulder, the horror flick he picked was still playing even though both of you were half asleep. he hummed, the arm that was around you tightened as he spoke “spend the night baby, don’t want you driving right now” he said it so casually that you didn’t think twice about saying yes. eddie turned the tv off as you got up and stumbled to his bedroom, him following right after. you ungraciously flopped onto his bed which made him chuckle. “i don’t think your jeans will be comfortable to sleep in, here,” a tshirt was flung onto your stomach. you walked down the hall to change and by the time you got back, eddie was comfortably in his bed. he smiled softly as he admired you wearing something of his. you crawled in beside him, welcoming his arms as they wrapped around you. “goodnight hon” you whispered. his lips found your head after he mumbled his own goodnight.

steve -

you sighed as you threw the last beer can in the trash bin. how could five people drink so much, you thought. you could hear your boyfriend saying his goodbyes to your friends as he shooed them out the front door. “aaand they’re gone!” he announced with a grin before coming up to wrap his around you. “i think we hosted our first game night pretty well huh?” he asked, which made you nod. “i’d say so, no broken game pieces or spilled beers considering you and robin are so competitive.” steve rolled his eyes at your teasing. “i am exhausted though.” you couldn’t have agreed more. if it wasn’t monster hunting, it was school and work taking it’s toll on your friend group. “c’mon baby,” you started up the stairs, knowing he’d be right behind you. a perk of having absent parents was that they constantly left him home alone, giving you two free reign. you were the first in bed, steve simply needed to have his shower or his hair wouldn’t look right in the morning. you really tried to stay awake for him, but you just couldn’t. you felt the bed dip and him moving around for a bit before he finally settled. a quiet “love you, angel” was the last thing you heard.

billy -

worrying about billy was second nature at this point; especially when it came to him and his dad. the moment he crawled in through your window and you saw the purple bruise on his cheek, you knew it was a bad one. “what happened?” we’re the first words out of your mouth. “i don’t get a kiss or i missed you first?” his signature smirk covered his lips and you could just tell it hurt to move his face like that. you sighed as you reached up to graze the bruise, his hissing made you pull away with a frown. “it’s nothing out of the ordinary, sweetheart. he was getting in max’s face and i couldn’t take it anymore.” he pulled you into his chest when he noticed the tears in your eyes. “i’m alright, i’m here with you now aren’t i?” you managed to nod against him. “you’re spending the night tonight.” billy tensed up and you knew what he was going to say. “my parents are away for the weekend, lake house with my aunt and uncle.” you explained. he shrugged, “if you insist.” you were quick to make dinner for the two of you and after an episode of cringey late night tv, you were ready for bed. you don’t think you’d ever get used to seeing your boyfriend shirtless. you left to the restroom for two minutes to brush your teeth and in that time he managed to strip down to his underwear and position himself on your bed. “people usually sleep under the covers, baby.” you couldn’t help but giggle at him. “oh i know, just wanted to give you a nice view.” he winked before getting properly situated. you wasted no time in pulling him into you, his head on your chest. if there was one thing billy loved, it was you playing with his hair. he sighed in content and only held onto you tighter. “thank you.” it came out soft, but you heard it.

jonathan -

thunder storms were the bane of your meek existence. the forecast had been great all week; sunny skies and not a word of rain. so when you heard the unmistakable sound of rain on the byers’ roof, you wanted to cry. “jonathan,” you whined. his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he sighed, giving his mom a look of helplessness. he knew how anxious this weather made you. “you’re staying here tonight, honey.” joyce decided as she stood up from the couch to grab the telephone. “i’ll call your mom right now and tell her not to worry.” you were thankful for her, you did not want to risk driving in this. a loud crack of thunder made you jump, a cry coming from your lips. “it’s okay babe, i got you.” your boyfriend cooed. joyce came back into the living room, giving a thumbs up, “she said it’s okay and to be home by 9.” you opened your mouth to give thanks, but another crack of thunder sounded and this time shut the power off with it. “fuck,” jonathan cursed. “okay, okay, hold on,” joyce began fumbling through cupboards to find all the flashlights in the house. she yelled for will to get all the blankets he could find as she flicked them all on. “we’re gonna have a nice little sleepover!” soon enough, you and jonathan were on one couch wrapped in a blanket and in each other’s arms with joyce and will slept on the other couch. “are you feeling better?” your boyfriend asked. “somewhat,” you shrugged. “i really appreciate you and your mom for all this.” the rain still poured outside and the thunder came and went, but you knew you were safe. “just wanna take care of you.” he whispered.

#stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things preferences #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove x reader #jonathan byers x reader #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington imagine #billy hargove imagine #jonathan byers imagine #liz writes

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rayofmisfortune · 5 months

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AHA uhhh I had these guys refs in works for over a month and never got around to actually finishing them- so UH

*throws random mer doodles at you instead*

They help me get through art block lmfao

Sun isn't really based on any real kind of fish, I just went with what felt right. His frills behave and look like kelp. I wanted them to kind of flow in the water and for him to emote with them, cuz yes jdnfbc

Uhhh he has secondary eyelids cuz salt water and protection. Haven't really though too deeply abt it ehe

Moon however- oh boi I may have gone overboard with Moon. Took inspiration from leafy seadragons. The weird things on his head? Those are based on the leafy appendages leafy seadragons have around their body. Also wanted him to have a different way of emoting soo they behave like animal ears :> They're not real ears ofc, just for show.

They live close to a coral reef aaand both of them are omnivores. Moon can fall asleep literally anywhere and Sun has to frequently drag his tail back to their shipwreck den so he doesn't float too far away jdnfbf

Aha hhh I'd be here for hours if I were to type out all the info I have on them and I don't have the time for that haha so uhhh

To close it off- some silly old school doodles cuz why not (feat. fyhuif Sun n Moon)

#fnaf daycare attendant #mer sun #mer moon #mer au #fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf dca #fnaf fanart #fnaf sb fanart #fnaf sun fanart #fnaf moon fanart #idk what to tag lolz #ray's art #ray's doodles

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billskeis · 3 months

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could you write a story where like bill is away on tour with the band and reader sees his instagram story and texts bill to complain/flirt. And could it be m!reader or gn!reader pls.

(This one)

https://www.instagram.com/stories/billkaulitz/3267364916998050112?igsh=cXl5ODl5dXA5OWlx

ᡣ𐭩 bill's instagram story

with the constant concerts, meet and greets, interviews, and being on the go, tokio hotel has been making their way through fame being the youngsters they are. how incredible!

and despite your appreciation for bill’s passion in music, you miss your boyfriend so much.

tossing and turning in your bed, you stare at the ceiling in your bedroom. boredom completely consuming you as most of your time before was spent with bill.

it was a saturday night and you had no school. with bill being gone, you resorted to any other alternatives to kill some time. unfortunately, all of your friends either had plans or just were simply out of town.

so that’s crossed off the list.

you decided to open your phone and check your social media. one of your favourite shows in the background playing and some snacks left to the side where your bedside table lay.

a highlighted rainbow ring surrounds the profile. the profile picture is familiar.. oh wait, it’s bill! you smile seeing how active your boyfriend was on his social media. what made you even happier was the fact that he had thousands—no MILLIONS of fans but he was dating YOU.

yeah that’s right.. you’re that bitch.

it didn’t occur to you until a few seconds later that bill didn’t respond to your text, but he was actively posting on instagram. how peculiar.. you decided to open the instagram story and immediately dropped your phone on your face.

“fuck—ow! bill, you little shit..”

“what the hell are you doing bill..?” tom barges into the hotel room of his little brother to retrieve god knows what.

bill jumps a bit at the unexpected voice that emits from out of nowhere. almost dropping his phone, bill fumbles around with the phone in the air as he attempts to grasp it once more.

“tom what the fuck!? you scared me,” bill rolls his eyes at his twin brother, “still didn’t answer my question,” he bends down to grab a coke from the mini fridge, popping the lid open to take a swig out of the carbonated beverage.

bill smiled at his phone as he opened the camera app once more, clicking pictures after each second and changing the angle to which he held his phone in, “just a lil’ sumthin.. for y/n of course!”

tom raised an eyebrow, “you might as well show them your dick while you’re at it.. pants hanging so low you’re like a whore,” “uh—rude first of all, and this is coming from the same person who’s rummaging through my bags for a condom?” tom stills his movements with his hands inside bill’s carrier looking for a specific piece of.. rubber…

“potato pitato bitch i live life freely..” “whatever,” as bill scrolls through the images he’s taken, he chooses the perfect one, adds a little caption and posts it to his story, “aaand done! posted!” “huh? posted?” tom questions.

“yep! on my story ;)” “i hope y/n beats your ass,” tom sighs as he begins to leave the hotel room to go god knows where—probably some one night fling he’s found during the concert, “i wouldn’t mind it,” as bill opens his story to look at his own picture and giggles to himself about it.

“now we wait.”

you stare at your phone in disbelief. now you knew bill was an expert in leaving you on edge constantly but this just does it for you.

on bill’s story it’s a picture of him, completely topless and his pants hanging so low to reveal his v-line. his waist is slim, and curves inwards. now he’s not the most fit or as active as in comparison to tom but you still adored his physique.

his nipples are out, you realize you were now drooling and begin to inhale sharply.

on top of that, his tattoos are exposed. even the new one he so declared that he wouldn’t reveal until a few years later but here we are. it’s only been a few months. now the whole world, and not only you, can see it.

you feel your face heat up, jealousy or anger. you can’t believe he’s stirring up a storm with you.

a few more seconds of you analyzing every little detail of his story, because you clearly couldn’t get enough you forgot the most important detail of them all.

the caption.

there was a little text on the screen that bill had typed to accompany the photo. in black bold text, how could you not notice this?

‘concert done, missing you more everyday ;3’

scoffing, your lips begin to curve in an upward smile as you swipe up to respond to bill’s story.

11:49pm

couldn’t have texted me back like a normal person?

11:50pm

hehe, so u saw it!

nuthin abt me is normal :>

11:52pm

ur so lucky ur not in town rn..

11:55pm

or what schatz?

11:56pm

i’d eat u, bill. >:)

11:58pm

oh noooo don’t eat me D:

i’m soo scared

12:01am

wait until u cum back..

b prepared..

12:03am

i really miss u, y/n.

i need u.

12:04am

oh ya? miss me so much? ;)

12:05am

so much baby!!

a few minutes pass, no answer.

12:10am

schatzi? where did u go T_T

*click to open photo from _*

there you lay, in bed. shirt pulled up a few to reveal your soft tummy, from the graphic of it, it appears that you’re currently in one of bill’s shirts that he originally ordered but ended up being too big for his desire so he gave it to you.

no pants, you had no pants on. bill begun to sweat as a particular tightening formed in his pants.

12:12am

y/n!! u little maus!! >:o

12:12am

oopsies :p

bill had to put down his phone to look up at the ceiling. it’s been since before the tour that bill’s got some action.

just imagining you under him, heavily breathing, mouth agape and eyes clenched with tears falling to the side of your face as he uses his thumb to swipe it away.

the uncomfortable feeling in his lower groin becomes one that is unbearable.

“fuck.”

12:26am

bill?? bb?? r u punishin me 4 the picture??

i’m sorryyyy -3- don’t ignore me

*click to open a voice message from billkaulitz*

“oh…”

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x y/n #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fluff #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x y/n #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz fluff #2000s #fyp

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very-much-asleep · 1 year

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I can’t be the only one who finds L’s inconsistent eyebrows in the manga really funny, right?

Like, one panel they’re there; the next, they’ve vanished. His eyebrows just… come and go as they please.

Eyebrows?

No eyebrows.

Eyebrows again?

…No eyebrows again.

AHA! Eyebrows.

…aaand they’re gone. (Must simply be a trick of the Light, eh?)

But… seriously. His eyebrows are either raised or nonexistent, and that’s very funny to me for some reason. In the anime, he doesn’t even have them at all, but they seem to pop up as they please in the manga.

#and it doesn’t even seem consistent with how close his face is in the panel #maybe when he needs an expression (raised eyebrow) they conveniently appear for a moment and then sink back into the depths of his forehead #sleep’s collection ➝ thoughts #death note #l lawliet #death note manga

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ephemeral--dreams · 1 year

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Clingy, sleepy s/o - Nikolai, Yosano, Chuuya

☆ ☾ ☆ ──────────────────

Nikolai

Usually, he's the more physically affectionate out of you both. He's the one who pulls you away from whatever you're doing to demand a hug, who kisses you out of nowhere just to see the look of surprise on your face, who pokes at you when he feels like getting your attention.

But he has to admit, seeing you so sleepy and demanding of his affection is quite adorable… You're never this open when you're fully awake.

"Mm, has Dos-kun been working you too hard, little dove? You look absolutely exhausted~"

You only huff out a sigh, nuzzling into him a little, eyes half lidded. Do you know how dangerous it is to leave yourself vulnerable like this in front of someone as unpredictable as him? You're so lucky he likes you enough not to take advantage!

Certainly worked to the bone, then. Well, Nikolai can take care of that. He pulls you closer, and then the two of you are there and gone. You're too out of it to complain about how you dislike traveling through the overcoat the way you usually would. He coaxes you to get into bed, though it's tricky when you don't want to let go of him. "My, you're clingy today! I will join you momentarily, so lay down, yes?"

You finally seem to settle once he's in bed with you, allowing you to snuggle up to him more comfortably. If you remember this behavior in the morning, you'll certainly be embarrassed… Which will be just as fun! But for now, Nikolai doesn't tease or toy with you, merely holding you close as you drift off.

Yosano

She's a very busy woman! If she's in the middle of dealing with a patient, you can't disturb her too much, or she'll scold you…

…So you've made a habit of napping at her desk, if you're sleepy during a workday. It's not the best place, but you can never sleep unless she's around, no matter how tired you are… Even if you have to listen to some screaming while she works…

And, hey, Kunkida can't yell at you for being as bad as Dazai, don't sleep on the job, when you're in here.

Yosano is very accommodating when she has the time to spare, though. On days off, or when she's taking a break, she doesn't mind if you come up behind her and wrap your arms around her, peeking over her shoulder sleepily to see what she's up to.

"Tired again?" She hums, finishing putting away her tools and turning to face you. You lean into the hand that comes up to stroke your cheek. "I suppose I could let you sit on my lap while I do the paperwork. Would you like that?"

"Mhm…"

"Come along, then," She coaxes you to come sit with her, allowing you to curl up on her lap as she goes through files. Yosano pressed a kiss to your forehead, fond, before returning focus to her work.

Chuuya

It wouldn't be good for either of your reputations to be clingy at work, so it's reserved for when you're at home. God forbid anyone stops taking you seriously because of a little too much pda...

Chuuya always finds the contrast between how you behave there and here interesting… The way you go from serious and stern to not wanting to be more than a few feet away from him at any moment. He'd find the affection overbearing, he thinks, if it was anyone else. But he's content to let you lean against him on the couch, or follow after him whenever he's in the kitchen, or when you insist on being spooned at night.

This comes with some issues when the morning comes, though.

"We have to go to work, you're gonna have to let go of me eventually," he tells you, not actually doing all that much to get out of your grip.

You blink up at him, eyes hazy. "A while longer," aaand you're not letting go. Chuuya could fight his way out of bed if he really wanted to, but… It's not going to hurt to stay a bit longer. If anyone questions his lateness, he can easily scare them off with a glare…

"Fine. You can have your way this time."

This time, and probably every other time. He just can't resist, when you look so cute all sleepy in his arms…

#nikolai gogol x reader #chuuya x reader #yosano akiko x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #Headcanons hours

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