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satorusugurugurl · 19 days

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I hope this does not give too much pressure, but I have a request? I LOVED LOVED the fanfic about satosugu and reader with them being very, very rough after a tough work project/trip. Then I thought about it being a angsty?? Love a good angst

This is your account so it’s completely up to you to write or not!! I was thinking that after a while SatoSugu have another rough week. When the come back, the don’t immediately take it out through sex. Instead, they just bottle it up. Reader tries to comfort them about it but they ignore her or act snappy. Reader isn’t a pushover, but she is very understanding and patient. She lets them be mean, (it still hurt though) and just stays calm. She also had her own rough week while they were gone, but she doesn’t really show it. When they come back angry, she was hoping to forget her pain with them, but she only got their cold shoulder and words.

The next day when she comes home from another rough workday, she notices that they seemed to still be angry and agitated from their work trip. They suggest she take the next two days off, and she immediately knew what was coming. (Full consent given from her) She was feeling sensitive from her own turmoil/stress and the duo’s coldness, but she didn’t think too much of it.

While the roughness did feel good at first, it slowly became too much. They were too rough, far too rough. Their harsh words hurt. Their harsh hands hurt. The rope/ribbon hurt. Everything hurt, but was she overreacting? She was scared of disappointing them and ruining the mood I guess. She tried to look alright, but her cries slowly let out from the pain and emotional hurt.

They noticed it… Reader apologizes, but the duo is like, “Um no why are YOU sorry? This is on US.” SatoSugu realize their mistake and take care her mwah!! It was just a small dump, I’m so so sorry! As much as I LOVE writing, I’ll never be too confident enough to put this out. Even if I were to, writing styles will always be different. (Plus, I love the way other people write, just like yours!!)

Sorry it’s so so long!

- Moni Anon (first time requesting… kind of shy)

Shock

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, FAB!Reader

Pairing: SatoSugu X FAB!Reader

Word Count: 2,659

Warnings: Blood, death, shock, nightmares, PTSD, rough sex, choking, riding crop, shibari, degradation, emotional breakdown, crying, aftercare

A/N: I loved this request! Angst is like some of my favorite stuff to write! 🥲 I love a good sad story.

Part One

The morgue was cold. But it wasn't as cold as your hands. You stood at the sink, scrubbing at them with soap and water. You hadn't realized the hot water had been running so long; it had turned icy cold. But you had to keep scrubbing them because you could still feel the tacky blood coating them.

Their blood, their blood that was hot and flowed through your fingers when you tried to stop the bleeding. Blood that stained your clothes. The blood is quite literally on your hands.

You tried, tried so damn hard to save the assistant supervisor who was with you on your mission. The information the higher-ups had given you was wrong. The curse you had exorcized wasn't the only one lingering in the building. There had been two, and after the first was taken care of, you and the assistant supervisor were headed out. The second curse attacked. Slicing at you, you had barely managed to dodge it. Getting cut on the cheek. The young woman, however, had her blood splattered on the concrete.

After the other spirit was dealt with, you rushed to her side. She cried as you tried to tell her she would be okay as you called for Ijichi. But the cut was too deep; she lost too much blood, and you watched the light fade from her eyes. Leaving you alone, stained with her blood.

Your mind snapped out of the bloody memory as someone turned the water off. They gently grabbed your hands, drying them off, pulling you out of the trance you were in. Shoko eyes you before gently leading you to the chairs lining the walls, ushering you to sit down. Reluctantly, you listened, plopping down and looking at your hands.

“I'm going to call Satoru and Suguru to tell them what's happened.”

Your head jerked up, “N-No, don't do that. I’m fine!” Shoko shook her head, leaning against the wall. “Shoko, please, really, I’m fine, I swear.”

“Y/N, I left ten minutes ago. You were washing your hands then, and I found you still washing them? You're in shock; I can't let you leave like this.”

“Please, I don't want to bother them. They just got back from a rough mission.”

“And you didn't?”

Your friend's words were searing into you like hot needles. She was right in a sense; you had just gotten back from a rough mission, but so had your boyfriends. They were gone for a week. Having to travel overseas to deal with several grade-one curses. The two of them handled it, taking down the curse users with them. But when they got home this morning, they headed to the room jet lagged and annoyed over each other, claiming they needed space and sleep.

If Shoko called them, they would be more irritable. You wanted them to get as much rest as they could. They worked their asses off. You being in shock was a minimal issue to involve them in. You would be okay—eventually.

“Y/N, I’m not comfortable letting you go home alone,” Shoko repeated, sitting on one of the chairs beside you.

“Okay, what about Yaga or Nanami then?”

You were so thankful that Shoko agreed with your proposition that Ijichi drove you and Nanami back to your house. Nanami was quiet the whole time, stealing the occasional glance at you, watching as you stared at your hands. It wasn't until Ijichi parked in front of your house that Nanami cleared his throat, catching your attention.

“I think you need to take a couple of days off.” His glasses gleamed. “I'm going to talk to Yaga about it. You're in no state to work right now. You need time to process what happened.”

Swallowing hard, you opened the door to the car. “I appreciate your concern, Nanami, but I’ll be okay.” You attempted to give him your best smile. “I got this.” The look on your friend's face screamed that he knew you were lying.

“Regardless of your ploy to fool me or downplay how much you're hurting, I will still talk to Principal Yaga.”

“And I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks again, Nanami.”

You waved the car off before rubbing Your still-freezing hands together. Things would be better once you got inside. Satoru and Suguru were back, and you could relax, forget about work, and just be together.

As you approached the door, Satoru came out, black sunglasses on as he shut the door. “Oh, hi Satoru, welcome home!” You put on your best smile, approaching him.

“Hi, I'm heading out.” His tone was sharp and as cold as your hands.

“You’re not staying here?”

He pulled his sunglasses down, revealing his blue eyes. “No, I need to get out. Suguru is driving me insane. I’m going shopping.” He waved you off as if dismissing you.

“Oh, well, if you give me a few minutes, I could go with you?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way.” He kept walking, not even looking back at you. “I don’t wanna be around either of you right now.”

Ouch, that stung. But you just gave him a weak smile before heading inside. “Be safe.”

Alright, so Satoru needed some space, but Suguru might be in a better mood. Heading towards his room, you knocked and waited for him to respond. Only he didn’t. Your stomach twisted in knots as you hit again, a little harder this time.

A loud groan sounded behind the door before you listened to the floorboards creaking. The door flung open, and Suguru cocked an eyebrow as he eyed you. He looked exhausted and pissy, but he didn’t say anything as he glared at you.

“W-Welcome home.”

“Mhm.”

“Uhm, Satoru left. Do you wanna watch a movie or get something to eat?”

Suguru shook his head, dark streams of hair falling in his face. “No.” Your cold fingers twitched as you took a deep breath. Just as you opened your mouth, Suguru sighed, jabbing his thumb against the center of his forehead. “Y/N, please, I don’t have the patience or energy to entertain you. Please go away.” The door slammed in your face, leaving you staring at the wood grain in stunned silence.

Okay, well, that was unexpected. When the boys came back from a mission like this, you all usually had sex, taking the aggression out in the rawest way you could. This cold shoulder attitude was something new. Alien and strange, making my stomach ache.

After last week and especially today, you hoped to spend time with them. Snuggling them, forgetting about the horrors you had witnessed. Instead, you have a door in your face.

Nothing you could say or do to change their minds and attitudes. Everyone dealt with anger, stress, and exhaustion in their ways. Theirs happened to be wanting to spend time by themselves. Which was perfectly fine, but they could have at least been a bit nicer about it.

You spent the entirety of your night in your room after a hot shower. You lay there hugging your pillow as you stared blankly at the wall. Every time you started to doze off, you would see blood splattering the floor, hear wheezed, gurgled breathing, and see the light fade from that poor girl's eyes. You hardly slept at all, restlessly tossing and turning.

You were relieved when your alarm went off, ushering you to start your day. You got ready, and not once did you see your partners. Both doors to their rooms shut. Neither one came out to see you off, making your stomach turn.

At work, you put on a smile, trying to joke with the first and second years, but everyone could see your fragile state. From the dark circles under your eyes to how you disassociated during training. So you weren’t surprised when Principal Yaga came into your classroom and told you that you would be taking the next week off.

“You need to focus on recovering. If you need more time, call me.”

His words hummed in your ears all the way home. How pathetic were you? Allowing a young girl to be killed. A mandatory week off of work, and on top of all that, your partners were pissy and avoiding you. This, indeed, was one of the lowest two days of your life. You can’t remember the last time you’d felt this lowly, lost in the dark.

“I’m home.” You announced as you entered the house. Not expecting a response since both of them weren’t up when you left.

“Y/N,” Satoru said as you felt him press against your back. “Need you to do us a favor.”

Your body tensed as a blindfold was placed over your eyes. “You’ll need to call out of work for the next few days,” Suguru added as hands groped your breasts.

“Yeah, not a problem.”

They needed this, and if it would mean they felt better, that you could focus on pleasure, you’d gladly do what they wanted. And what they wanted was rough carnal sex. The type of sex that hard blue ropes digging into your wrists, bound behind your back. Intricate shibari dug into your chest, your breasts being squeezed. Everything felt so good, but it was so tight it almost hurt.

Your mouth was wrapped around Satoru’s cock. He was fucking your throat, yanking your hair painfully as he moaned as Suguru fucked you from behind. With every other thrust, Suguru slapped the leather riding crop over your ass. Your cries around Satoru’s cock had them both groaning.

“What a fuckin’ slut.” Satoru whined out, thrusting deeper down your throat, making you gag.

Suguru smacked the crop harder against you. “A dirty fuckin’ slut.” Another smack, followed by another, and it just kept going and going.

You cried around Gojo harder as Suguru continued his whipping behind you. “M-Mmm!”

“Mmm~?” Satoru mocked you. “Fuckin’ pathetic.” His cock hit the back of your throat painfully. Making your tears stain the blindfold as Suguru’s pace picked up.

“Pathetic whiny bitch in heat.” The crop hit your other cheek. “Absolutely pathetic”

You weren’t sure what hurt more. The crop and their cold, harsh words. They were never this mean. Calling you pathetic hurts because that’s who you saw yourself for the last few days. The ropes began to sting like your eyes; more tears stained the blindfold. You could handle this; they should be done soon; they needed this.

You couldn’t save that girl; the least you could do was help your boyfriends feel better.

“Pathetic worthless girl~ all you’re good for is this.” Gojo yanked your hair, and you saw splatters of blood. You were worthless at that moment.

A sharp sting from the riding crop. “Yeah, a good-for-nothing slut. All you’re good for is being our personal cock sleeve.” Good for nothing, yeah, you just let that girl die.

“Fucking stupid bitch.” The dark-haired man watched as Satoru’s face scrunched up in pleasure. “You're going to make him cum.” Long fingers trailed under the twisted ropes, yanking them hard. “That’s all you’re good for bitch.”

The ropes burned, digging into your flesh. Slicing into you like—like the girl you let die.

Suguru was the first to notice something was wrong. Your hands were pale. They trembled along with the rest of your body. He tossed the riding crop to the side, his dark eyes focusing on his white-haired boyfriend, who was still in utter bliss.

“Satoru.” His voice wasn’t filled with the same heated lust from before, and you noticed. “Stop, pull out.”

Satoru was about to complain, but as he peered at Suguru with half-lidded eyes, he knew he was serious. He listened to both of them pulling out of your mouth and pussy, watching as you coughed and gagged before those gags turned into wretched sobs. You curled in on yourself, sobbing louder. Images of blood, the morgue table, and blood spinning down a sink flashed through your mind.

The boys jumped into action instantly. They removed the blindfold and the bindings around you, allowing you to curl into a fetal position. They watched your trembling body before looking at each other, mentally asking the other what they should do. But it was you who spoke first.

“I-I’m sorry!” A broken cry sounded from the back of your throat.

Satoru gently pulled you into his arms, leaning against the bed's headboard. You sobbed into his chest while Suguru gently rubbed your back. Both of them were silent as you cried two days’ worth of pain out. Guilt seeped into the muscles and none of your body, for the assistant supervisor, for ruining the mood, for being so weak.

“Don’t. Please don’t apologize,” Suguru whispered, leaning down and kissing your cheek. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“This is on us. We went way too far.” Satoru added his hands, gently massaging your shoulders.

You babbled into his chest as your other hand grabbed Suguru’s, holding it tight. “I-I messed up this week! And now this!” You could feel both of their muscles tensing at your words.

“What do you—”

“Mean you messed up?”

The events of yesterday spewed out of you like a water fountain. You sobbed, going over the details while both men gently caressed and listened to you in silence. The moment you finished spilling out your guts, Satoru and Suguru shared a look.

“And I didn’t make it any better.” You sniffled, looking up at Satoru. Ivory cheeks were flushed as he ran his hand through his hair. “Telling you I didn’t want to be near you.”

Suguru let out a cold, harsh chuckle. “I wasn’t any better. I told Y/N I didn’t have the time nor the patience to entertain her.” You hummed, relaxing against the duo, feeling more calm than you had in the last twenty-four hours.

“Then we were too rough. I feel like a total dick

“Same here,” Suguru planted a kiss on your shoulder, his hand gently rubbing your arm. “What can we do to make it up to you?”

“I’m honestly so tired. I just want to snuggle in bed.”

Your request wasn’t ignored. They both got up; Suguru changed the sheets and picked up Satoru’s room. While you stood under the hot water in the shower, Satoru gently washed your hair. Long fingers massaging your scalp before the curtain opened and Suguru stepped in behind you. Their hands gently slid over your slicked skin. Washing, massaging, and worshiping you.

Their sweet caresses made your eyes heavier as the tense, sore muscles relaxed. While you longed to take care of their needs most of the time. Being held like this, sandwiched between the two strongest sorcerers in the world, made you feel safer. With them at your side, you knee deep down in your gut that everything would be okay.

After the most relaxing shower you’d ever taken was over, you slid on your pajamas before crawling into bed, collapsing into the plush mattress and expensive Egyptian silk sheets. Satoru crawled in with you as Suguru pulled you to rest on his chest while Satoru spooned you. Their hands were so soft and gentle. Their fingers and warm palms were like your own personal lullaby.

“Shh,” Suguru hushed, “we got you.”

Satoru nodded against your shoulder and the crook of your neck. “You can rest. If you have a nightmare, we’ll be beside you.” Satoru grabbed one hand as Suguru grabbed the other.

“Rest.”

The warmth of their hands in yours had your cold hands finally returning to normal. Sometimes, days could be terrible. Making you question everything you do. You were happy to know your boyfriends would be there to help bring some of the light back into your life. That was something you would firmly be able to stand by and defend, especially when their arms were wrapped so tightly around you.

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house-of-lovin · 1 year

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protect her

Tara Carpenter x Detective!Reader

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Preview: "Tara wants to go to college, study, party, make mistakes, and maybe even find love – glancing back at you with that thought. She wanted to be a normal 20-year-old, doing 20-year-old things with her older… girlfriend? Tara didn’t know if she could call you that, but you shared enough sweet soft moments with her to consider you, hers. But she couldn’t do that if she had to look over her shoulder at every creak with a startle."

Warnings: suggestive themes, mentions of violence and mature language. slight scream vi spoilers. read at your own risk.

Note: Reader is around Sam's age, so like 25 or 26. Tara being a words of affirmation girlie. Thought this dynamic would be fun to write about. I'm incapable of writing shorter oneshots ig, so enjoy 6k+ words of whatever this is lol.

Word Count: 6.1k+

The honking of horns blowing through the cool night air was muffled when you pushed the glass door of the diner open. The chimes of the overhead bell rang alerting the room of your presence but barely anyone turned their heads – save for Sam Carpenter who smiled at you.

You shuddered away remnants of the chill air off your shoulders, stepping closer to the bartop; claiming your seat in the far corner pressed up against the wall. A mug is placed on the counter before you even finish hanging your jacket on the back of the chair.

You slide into the high-top seat as the brunette pours coffee into the mug with a carafe. “Still hot, wow, I must be special.”

“Yeah okay, hotshot. You just happened to make it in time for a new pot.” She rolls her eyes, and you hide your smirk behind the mug; taking a sip – ignoring the fact that you usually come in at this time.

“You on the clock?” She asks, leaning on her elbows atop the counter. She glances back briefly, making sure her snitch of a coworker wasn’t around to scold her for not doing her job.

It was still too early for the influx of drunk regulars and one-timers to come by, so really the only kinds of people in here were the ones who were getting off work too late to make dinner at home.

“Just got off, 16 hours. But got a new lead on a case that went cold a couple of months ago so I guess I’m doing a double. Just reviewing some notes now.” You sigh heavily, gesturing to the files and folders sprawled out on the table.

She chuckles, shaking her head. “You work too much. You need to take a break and focus on something else outside of work. When was the last time you did something just for you?”

You roll your eyes at her mocking tone, shooting back, “Oh yeah? You learn that from therapy?”

It was her turn to glower when you remind her of the doctor visits.

“Yeah, that’s usually the advice therapists love to give me before I actually open up – you know like they tell me to and suddenly they’re running for the hills, one by one.”

You snort, all too familiar with the tales of her doctor visits. It took a while for Sam to open up to you; trust came sparsely these days for the Carpenter. It wasn’t until one of your frequent visits turned into you having to step in and kick a rowdy group of drunkards who were harassing Sam of something along the lines of ‘Woodsboro’ and ‘Ghostface’. It was only when you threatened the group with jail time did they relent.

Sam knew she could trust you after you sent her an acknowledging nod when the group left and went back to minding your own business. The next time you visited, she opened up; about her past, her father, her hallucinations, the attacks and the trauma that came afterward. And, how she managed to land herself in the big city, which sprouted an overzealous rant about her strained relationship with her sister.

You knew how to read people well, it was a significant part of your job to be able to. So, you knew from the moment you laid eyes on her that there was a fire behind those dark eyes that she desperately tried to douse – you had interrogated and dealt with enough people to know what the glint meant.

You were honest to Sam that you had an inkling of suspicion about the darkness in her mind – you still accepted her despite knowing her dirty secret; that a part of her doesn’t feel bad for killing Richie and Amber, if anything it felt kinda good. Sam was confused as to why you, a cop, weren't locking her behind bars at the confession.

But, having dealt with the scum of the Earth, you can tell she was nothing like them.

It isn’t always easy to differentiate people between just good and bad, you told her when she asked.

A friendship blossomed between you two after that, bonding over similar traumas. Sam invited you to her apartment to meet her friends and sister – who all interrogated you, Mindy, most especially to make sure you weren’t secretly Ghostface. The girl had some skills in that department, you'll admit.

Coming to learn of your career and how surprisingly well Sam trusted you, the group lowered their walls bit by bit. They would never say it out loud but they felt way safer having you around.

“That’s why I don’t go to therapy.” You shrug, taking a sip of the steaming coffee; letting the heat warm your bones.

She snorts, pretending to be wiping the countertop when her coworker peeks her head out to look at you two. “You probably need it more than anyone else in this place.”

“You’re not wrong about that.” You mumble, as you flip through the evidence photos of a homicide you investigated five months ago. The pictures were gruesome, but it was just another day on the job for you. Maybe that’s why you and Sam got along more than expected.

Sam’s phone vibrates from her back pocket and she fishes it out, reading the text.

‘We got into some trouble, some help?’ it was Anika, no doubt being appointed to text Sam because the others didn't want to do it themselves.

“Dammit.” Sam sighs, already taking off her apron to leave.

“What’s up?” You raise a brow at her panicked expression.

“My sister and her friends got into some trouble. I need to get them. Crap! They’re all the way in the East Village.” She says reading the other incoming texts on her phone. “This is what I get for letting her go out.”

“Come on, I’ll drive you.” You say, already standing when Sam mentioned Tara. The thought of the brunette in trouble makes your heart stop for a moment.

“No, I can’t ask you to do that. You’re working.” She shakes her head in protest.

“Carpenter, it’s a 30-minute drive just to get to the East Village, get your ass permission to leave then meet me at my car. Acting like Danny wouldn’t have my ass if I just left you like this.” You mutter, acting indifferent – but it was true, her boyfriend would have your head on a stick if you ever left Sam high and dry, not that you would ever.

She nods, knowing she won’t win this one with you. You throw a $20 tip, slip on your jacket, and make your way back out into the cool fall air.

You lit a cigarette to pass time as you wait for Sam – leaning against your car, trying to ease the nervousness raging in you as you think of what kind of trouble Tara found herself in.

You and Tara are... complicated. You two haven't exactly slapped a label on it, all you know is you care about her more than you probably should.

Because of your close connection with Sam, and how much everyone secretly trusted you. You and Tara found yourselves growing closer to each other with each visit to their apartment.

Tara was weary about you at first introduction, ignoring that you were ridiculously attractive. She can still remember Mindy asking you to your face 'Where did Sam find you?' in a flirtatious tone. You just chuckled and explained how you met her sister, and Tara knew it was kind of wrong, but she couldn't help but be intrigued…

Then Sam started leaving you two alone in the apartment to run some errands. With not much to do, Tara decided to pop a horror movie in to watch with you – finding out you’ve never seen ‘Se7en’ after inquiring if your job was just like the movies.

A connection between you and Tara blossomed from those moments in that tiny NYC living room.

Suddenly she wasn't just your friend's little sister and man, is she magnetic.

She educates you on the joys of horror movies and you watch every single one, listening to her analysis of each scene; simply enjoying the serenity she brings out in you.

Tara is secretly glad you are older than her because sometimes it meant you’re so different, but that just means she can expose you to her interests, and vice versa. You never turned her down – no matter what it was.

On the slim chance you got off work early enough, you visited the diner to keep Sam company and do some work.

Sometimes though, when Sam would end mid-morning, you two would continue your talks at her apartment – sometimes with Danny, over whatever leftover diner food she would steal from her work for you three to munch on over beers and conversation.

Those would be the nights where you would pass out on their couch from drinking and Tara would finally come out of her room when Sam and Danny leave. She would tuck a blanket over your sleeping figure, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, taking the time to scan your features for any injuries. And in the mornings, when you were gathering your bearings from a night of drinks and bad choices, Tara would force you to sit down at their dining table and have breakfast with her. Scolding you for your irresponsible choices, but being grateful you were in front of her, nonetheless.

She worries for you with your job and all.

And as you find yourself giving into her request for morning coffee, stolen kisses, and conversation – you push away thoughts of being late to work as you find yourself grateful for similar musings the longer you stare at the pretty girl across from you.

“Wow, if people couldn’t tell you're a narc. They sure could now.” Sam takes the time to poke fun at you – pulling you out of your daydream. You look down at your figure; sporting a button-down shirt, trousers with your leather jacket on top and trusty leather boots on your feet.

You roll your eyes in realization and flick away the cigarette bud, yanking the car door open.

“It’s the work dress cod– just get in the damn car, Carpenter.”

– –

The usual thirty-minute drive instead took fifteen minutes as you pounded on the accelerator, flipped the sirens on, and dashed past other cars on the road as they cleared the way for you.

You arrive at the corner of a lower Manhattan intersection, the East Village was known for its bustling nightlife; you can see a mix of all ages of people wandering the street as they continue their bar crawl.

It was further down the road, where you can see six sullen-looking figures sitting on the curb of the sidewalk – a police officer standing above them.

Sam dashes out of the car before you can even finish parking. You see her run down the street and talk to the officer, getting in his face and the six others look at her panicked. You sigh, and make your way out of the car, strapping your badge to your belt – you’d need to use it soon, you’re sure.

Tara’s eyes immediately connect to you as soon as you climb out of the car. Before she can think about it, she’s standing up to meet you. “Ah ah, I said sit down! You better listen or I’ll throw you all in jail for the night.”

“You can’t do that!” Sam shouts, stepping closer to the police officer. You decided enough was enough when you saw the police officer resting his hand on his holster.

“All right, that’s enough.” You grasp Sam’s elbow, yanking her away from the police officer. The older Carpenter is slightly startled by the rough tug, but you push her behind you getting in between her and the policeman.

“I think we’re all good here officer, thank you.” You say with finality. You weren’t asking, you were telling and Tara’s inebriated mind is all hot and bothered.

“Like hell we are, these six were caught sneaking into a club underage, and this one.” He points to Sam, “is getting on my nerves. Now, it seems like I can add you to the list, ‘cause who the hell you think you are, buddy?”

You briefly glance a stern side-eye to Tara at ‘club and underage’, she immediately looks away.

“Detective Y/L/N from the 99th precinct.” You slide your jacket aside to flash him the badge on your waist.

”And, you must be… Officer Leroy. From 6th, huh.” Reading his name tag and badge.

“Think that’s supposed to mean something?” You see his eyes on your badge before glowering to meet your eyes. “I’ll arrest you too.”

The group breaks out into loud protests.

You chuckle knowingly, “How long you been in the force buddy?” You ask, not unaware of all of the eyes on you as you and the officer have a stare-off.

“Four months.” He answers confidently, pushing his shoulders up and back to appear taller.

“Hmm… see I had a feeling. ‘Cause, my buddy Rivers just got promoted to Captain six months ago over on the 6th precinct, which means he’s most likely your superior. I wonder what you’ll tell him as to what charge you picked us up for. ‘Cause well, he will see me.” You shrug, offering up that thought for him to think about.

“Oh better yet, I’d just love to see what you write down on that case report, Officer. Leroy.” Your tone was harsh now as you stepped in his face, intimidating him.

He was forced to take a step back as you got in his space, his features paling, it took a few seconds before he conceded. “Fine! Just get the hell out of here, and don’t let me see you again!”

Everyone let out a relieved sigh as you smirked at his submission; everyone immediately takes the chance to leave and Sam tries to tug on your arm but you were still staring the cop down. He put this hand on his fucking gun when Sam got in his face and anger was quickly rising in your veins – you were unmovable, even by rough force.

“Y/N it’s over, let’s go.” Sam tries again but she can feel your arm harden as your knuckles tighten into a fist. “Y/N, seriously.”

Tara sobered up by the time police charges was being thrown around and her worry about your protectiveness was increasing. Sam couldn’t even pull you away. Chad steps in when Sam asks for help to convince you to move. He puts a hand on your shoulder, whispering calming words, no doubt.

But nothing was working as you stood there, still unmovable. She wouldn’t be surprised if Chad threw you over his shoulder and dragged you away, even though you weren’t that much smaller than him. In your boots, you were nearly at his height and Tara had to strain her neck to try and meet your eyes.

It was only when Tara pulled away from Quinn and Mindy’s hold and stepped in front of you, putting a hand just above your chest that you blinked, glancing down at her. “Y/N, let’s go… please.”

When you tried to glance back up at the other officer, whose partner had seen the commotion and tried his own efforts in calming him; his patience thinning by the second – was when Tara’s grasp on your shirt firmed, making you look back at her own stern eyes.

"Let's. Go." Her tone left no room for argument. Warning you from doing something stupid and you clench your jaw, looking away from the uniformed officers.

“Fine…"

Everyone slowly releases a breath when your rigid posture relaxes. “I’m driving you home, let’s go.” You exclaim to the rest but look directly at Tara, “Especially you, Carpenter.”

You place a hand on the sliver of her back and Tara shivers not used to being this close to you in a while. Your hand keeps its place even as you both turn and Sam is immediately on her ass about sneaking into a club. You guide the bickering sisters to walk to the car, zoning out the familiar sounds of their argument.

“–ou’re lucky Y/N was at the diner, who knows what that creep would’ve done if we didn’t drive out here in time.” Your hand tightens, subtly bringing her closer to your side at Sam’s words, Tara glances over when you do.

“It was fine until you got there and started overreacting, Sam.” Tara rolls her eyes, way past just ‘over’ Sam’s overprotectiveness. The younger girl loved her sister, she did, but she didn’t want to live her life constantly looking over her shoulder.

Tara wants to go to college, study, party, make mistakes, and maybe even find love – glancing back at you with that thought. She wanted to be a normal 20-year-old, doing 20-year-old things with her older… girlfriend? Tara didn’t know if she could call you that, but you shared enough sweet soft moments with her to consider you, hers. But she couldn’t do that if she had to look over her shoulder at every creak with a startle.

Sam scoffed offended, “Are you kidding me right now?” And you sigh because you can feel a bigger fight brewing and you can hear the slurring in Tara’s words, not a good mix.

“Let’s get you all home first before we do this, okay?” You cut in when you see the car come closer into view. Fishing for your keys, you throw them at Sam making her catch them.

“Walk ahead and start the car for me, please?” You ask with a raised brow; tilting your head to gesture to Tara saying a wordless ‘i got her’. Sam relents, tightly gripping the keys and walked ahead.

Tara leans her head against your shoulder, grateful for the brief moment of seclusion as everyone else walks up ahead.

“Are you mad at me?” You glance down at her frown, before looking away.

“No. I’m not.”

“That wasn’t very convincing. If you’re mad you can tell me… cause then I can fix it.” You feel her run her hand up and down your back, under your jacket. It made a shiver run up your spine as she continued rubbing lines on the fabric of your shirt.

“I swear, I’m not mad. A little disappointed but no, not mad.”

Tara huffs, sliding her arm off your back when you reach the car; the talk cut short. You open the car door sitting Tara inside, it was a tight squeeze but she was small. You’d sit her on your lap if her sister wasn't here. Anika did sit on Mindy’s lap though with poor Chad in the middle seat and then Tara.

She squeezes your hand just before you shut the door.

Apparently, Ethan and Quinn elected not to go home and continue on with their night.

Sam is already sitting in the passenger seat by the time you closed Tara’s door. With a sigh, you pull your door open, sit behind the wheel and drive off to the Carpenter’s apartment.

– –

Sam hurriedly rushes everyone into the living room as soon she opens the door; making sure to quadruple lock it, twist the handle to make sure it's locked and look out the peephole. It was Sam’s routine whenever she got into their place.

“Come on, let’s go, sit down.” Sam waves at you all, walking to the kitchen to grab water for everyone.

You help Tara onto the far edge of the couch, sitting her beside Mindy, who sat beside Anika. Chad decided to choose a record to listen to get rid of the tense air.

You felt Tara pulling you down with her, “Let me sit on your lap.” She mutters only to you.

“We can’t,” You whisper in her ear, slightly shaking your head. You hear her huff when you refuse her and see the pout on her lips when you pulled back, slightly smiling at her adorableness.

You force yourself to walk away from the younger Carpenter; heart tugging firmly, wanting nothing more than to wrap her in your arms, especially after not knowing what kind of trouble she was in.

Instead, you make your way into the kitchen to help Sam with the water bottles and bread.

“Is this necessary, Sam?” You ask the brunette, who was frantically searching through the fridge on her knees.

“You kidding? Chad is literally just staring holes at the record player.” She rebuttals and you glance back at the younger boy in amusement.

With a chuckle, you say, “He’s just high as shit. He’ll come down soon, plus he’s here now, they all are. Just relax and take a deep breath, man.” You remind her in a serious tone, holding out a hand to hold all the water bottles she was passing off to you.

“I know, I know. I was just worried.” She follows your advice taking calming, deep breaths as you follow along with her.

“Your therapist would be so proud, Samantha.” You tease smugly as she scoffs, hitting your leg from her position on the floor – you kick her back.

“Can you make sure Tara drinks and eats something, and that she’s okay before going to bed?” Sam asks you in a hushed tone, although she didn’t need to. The other four were all too engrossed either in the music or the TV in the back.

“Why me?”

“She’s not ready to talk to me and I’m not either... and I just wanna sleep right now.” She admits with a plead behind her eyes and you nod with no hesitation.

“I'll make sure all of them make it to bed, don’t worry.” She nods appreciatively, then stands so you can both get back to the other four in the living room – tossing them some bread.

“Finish that whole bottle before going to sleep, I don’t care if you piss your pants while you do ‘em.” You say in a stern tone while throwing the bottles, then sitting on the armchair to Tara’s left.

Sam shares a look with you as she slips out of the room, wordlessly, leaving you with the other four. They watched TV for the next 20 minutes, glancing around as each of them got progressively tired the more time ticked on.

“Alright. I think it’s time to call it a night.” You call it.

The twins and Anika slowly got up, muttering goodbyes and promises of texting Tara once they’d made it home. You offered to drive them to their dorm but felt the silent conversation between the friends – as Tara got them to turn you down to get you to stay here with her.

You lean against the front door, watching as the trio made their way down the stairs until they were out of sight. As soon as you shut the door closed, you felt arms wrap around your midsection – making you turn around.

“I missed you,” Tara mutters against your chest making you chuckle when it slightly tickled.

You cup her jaw, making her look into your eyes. “I missed you too, baby.”

Tara melts at the term of endearment, grabbing your neck to pull you down for a long searing kiss. Lips slotted over one another as they found the familiar grooves of each other’s mouths. Only breaking apart when Tara confessed with a bated breath, “You looked so hot confronting that other cop.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm…” She mutters connecting her mouth to your neck, peppering wet kisses there. She can hear you sigh in satisfaction and it makes her hold on you tighten even more. But with great reluctance, you pulled away from Tara; who whimpered in protest.

“We can’t, babe.” You remind her, pointing with your head to Sam’s room.

She frowns, “then come to my room.” Problem solved. She smirked devilishly, tugging you toward her room; you refused.

“We still can’t. You’re drunk and I’m not taking advantage.” You whisper, only stepping close to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She groans letting her head drop to your shoulder as your hand played with her hair.

“I hate that you’re a goodie two shoes.” She mutters making you laugh.

You tilt her head up with the hand already in her hair – gaze intense as you whisper, “I can assure you, I am far from a goodie two shoes.”

And Tara thought she melted at the way your voice dropped an octave when you said that but she knew she melted when you leaned down, tugging her by the hair, to connect your lips.

It was barely a peck, all tender and fleeting.

When you pulled away, she smirked knowingly watching as your eyes traced a path from her lips to her eyes – your gaze all dark, lustful. When your eyes connect you dive into her with a hair-raising kiss; all hungry and pining.

The feeling of your tongue clashing against hers and sounds of soft moans sends time stopping like only you and her exist in this apartment together. But Tara knows it doesn’t really stop and she has to eventually pull away before she takes you in the hallway – right then and there.

“God, you drive me crazy,” Tara whispers against your lips.

“So do you… cause sneaking into a club, really?” You ask unimpressed and Tara immediately pulls back, groaning.

Snickering as you follow closely behind when she walks into her room, trying to get away from you.

“You’re a mood-killer.” She mutters sitting on her bed, arms crossed over her chest; sulking.

“And you’re gonna give me and Sam a heart attack soon.” You joke but it was true. Tara loved to prove her sister wrong; not like being told what to do. It grew a defiant attitude in her that loved to stir shit up just for the hell of it, and that landed her in some hot waters with her friends sometimes. She definitely made your blood pressure sky-rocket, sometimes too.

“Why?” Tara probes. You were always so elusive and mysterious – it came with your job and allure. She can barely get you to open up about your feelings most of the time, saying you prefer to show her than tell her. You definitely did, so this admission from you was new. It has Tara yearning to hear more words of affirmation from you.

“Do I have to spell it out for you? I care about you, dummy. I nearly caused multiple accidents just to get to you. I was going like 80 mph the whole time,” You admitted, scratching the back of your neck a little ashamed.

“You were really that worried?” She asks, looking up at you with a hopeful stare like she was surprised.

“Of course, I was Tara. I even used the siren lights.” You shake your head at the fact that she’s even asking.

She was smiling goofily as you walked closer to stand between her legs, taking both her hands in yours. “I worry for all of you. But you, well, I always worry for you 'cause I’m thinking about you all the time.” You confessed in a whisper in her dark room.

Tara bites her lip, staring up at you with an indecipherable look. “You’re the worst.” Was the words that left her mouth.

“What, why?” You ask laughing.

She lets go of your hands to fiddle with your shirt buttons, muttering, “‘Cause you’re standing here looking all good and saying all the right things, and you still won’t fuck me.”

“Oookay…” You chuckle, grabbing at her fingers trying to unbutton your shirt, “That’s enough from you tonight. Let’s get you to bed before you say anything else you might regret tomorrow.”

She huffed but allowed you to grab her some new clothes to help her change; still not fucking her, Tara complains. Your eyes never even strayed from hers, not even when she took her bra off to change shirts and batted her eyes seductively. When she was all ready, you helped her to bed; tucking her in.

“Stay with me?” She asks grabbing onto your shirt, then gripping tighter. “Please.”

“What about Sam?” You ask softly, pushing away some hair from her face.

“She’s probably already sleeping, if not, she’s gonna be in her room all night.” Tara reasons, fully tugging you on top of her.

You give in like you always do.

Work for you and classes for Tara have been a lot right now, not being able to find time alone. You were practically living at the police station with the crime surge in the city, working late nights and long hours. With Sam’s overprotectiveness, Tara can say goodbye to dates so she only really sees you when you come over with her sister. You take your jacket off, place it on the chair in the corner of her room and tug your boots off. Remembering you had a change of clothes here from when Tara ransacked your closet; you picked out a shirt and shorts before getting into bed beside the younger Carpenter.

She was on you in an instant, swinging a leg over your waist, shoving her face in your neck. You feel her exhale a calming breath, once she’d settled into a comfortable position on you. You reciprocate by wrapping a strong grip around her waist, cherishing the way her skin warmed yours and how the weight of her body felt perfect.

“Just stay with me until I fall asleep?” She asks you with such a vulnerable gaze that you would never dream of ever telling her no.

You nod, pressing a kiss to her lips, then forehead. “Of course, pretty girl. Goodnight.”

She smiles against your lips, whispering her own, “goodnight.”

As you hold Tara Carpenter in your arms, you find yourself fending off sleep, only ever being this relaxed around the girl. You squeeze her slightly, feeling grateful to be with her at this moment with all the craziness in your two’s lives. No worries of outside-world problems could break the cozy bubble you and Tara created. Without ever standing a chance, you lose the fight to sleep and easily fall off the precipice with her in your embrace.

– –

“Tara, do you have my nail polish – Oh this is cute.”

You spring up, the voice startling you from the most relaxed sleep you’ve ever had; the type that makes your entire body heavy and head foggy when you wake up. You were the lightest of sleepers, a pin drop could probably startle you awake, but never when you fell asleep beside Tara.

“What the fuck?” Tara grumbles against your side, peaking her head up to see Quinn watching you two in bed.

It took you a few seconds to realize where you were and instantly pale when you realize you never left the Carpenter Sister’s apartment, you never even made it out of Tara’s bed. You can feel the stream of sunlight coming in from Tara’s window and just know you had majorly fucked up.

“I just needed my nail polish but this is quite a sight, definitely a pleasant surprise.” She waves a hand toward you two, and you roll your eyes.

“Shit babe, Sam.” Tara places a hand on your arm. You check the watch strapped on your wrist for the time, 10:32 AM – making you leap out of her, oh so warm bed.

“Screw Sam, my Captain is gonna be on my ass until next year if I don’t get to work now. I was late about two hours ago.” Grumbling, you yanked Tara’s closet open and grabbed the spare trousers and button-down, you stowed in there.

"Can't say I blame your Captain." Quinn retorts, heavily eyeing you as you change your shorts into trousers.

Tara groans at the mess this morning has already been, flopping onto her back.

“Screw Sam, huh?” She appears, leaning on the threshold just behind Quinn, crossing her arms over her chest.

Your hands stall on the tie you were tying as you hear your friend’s voice, making you turn around.

“I guess that’s a no on the nail polish?” Tara glares at her roommate.

Quinn shrugs, still ogling as you changed before turning to leave the room. “Not a wasted trip though, nice catch Tara.” She winks at the brunette – holding a thumbs up.

The redhead just laughs, moving out of the way when Tara attempts to throw a pillow at her.

“Sam… I’d love to explain but I am so late for work right now.” You plead at the older sister.

Tara sat on her bed wordlessly, unsure of what Sam’s reaction is going to be – but ready to defend her relationship with you, regardless.

Sam chuckles shrugging lightly, “I already knew. Or well, I had a feeling, but this just confirms it.”

You and Tara look at each other at her confession, unsure if Sam’s words hold positive or negative connotations. Sam sees the eye-contact and laughs.

“I’m not mad, I promise. I was a little hurt that you didn’t tell me…” She pauses, “okay. I was really hurt when you guys didn’t tell me. But I realize I haven’t given Tara reason to trust me with anything about her life lately.”

That makes Tara’s head perk up at her sister’s admission. All she’s ever wanted was for Sam to trust her a little because trust went both ways in every type of relationship.

“And well, I guess I can’t think of anyone better to be with my sister than my cop friend. Especially after you came through for her last night. You were driving so fast, I thought I was gonna die.” Sam laughs a little but you’re still unconvinced.

When Sam realizes no one was still talking she chuckles again. “Guys, I’m serious!”

You cough clearing your throat, “Sorry Sam, it’s just that... I–uh,”

Tara decided to cut off your stammering, “We’re just surprised, Sam. We thought you'd be more upset. And that we were more subtle.” She admits, shooting you a look.

“You weren't. But, I thought a lot about what to say until I realized it was just you guys and I care about you two so much. You don’t think I noticed Tara being a lot happier than usual and you actually looking somewhat at peace?” She asks rhetorically, reading you and Tara to filth – your cheeks reddening, not being used to being at the other end of the ‘questioning’.

“I see how you look at each other. I know you’ll protect her.” That last sentence she says looking at you and it means the world to get her approval – something that you didn’t even know you wanted, you nod at her appreciatively.

Sam pushes herself off the doorframe, tapping on it. “Now come on, there’s breakfast in the kitchen, don't let it get cold. And Y/N, I don’t think you’re gonna make it to work today.” She winks, leaving you and Tara alone in the room.

You didn’t say anything for a few seconds, unable to find words to describe what just transpired in the span of a few minutes. Then you hear a scoff bring you out of your reverie.

“What the hell was that,” Tara commented, getting up from the bed and closing the door before approaching you.

“I’m… not really sure. I can’t tell if I’m still asleep.” You mumble, grabbing at her cheeks to make sure you weren't in a dream. Tara whines against the pinching, swatting your hands away.

You laughed at her frown before leaning down to kiss her slightly chapped lips, all soft and slow. Tara pulls you closer by the neck, sighing against pressed mouths. A sweet moan escapes her mouth when you suck down hard on her lip, releasing it with a loud pop.

“You think I should call in sick today?” You whisper, running a gentle thumb to soothe her swollen lip.

Tara nods, eyes half-open still a little dazed from your kiss. When she gathers her bearings, she runs a hand down your half-done tie, tugging you closer. “Definitely.”

"You can tell me more about how worried you were and how fast you were driving too," She whispers against your mouth, using your tie as a leash.

"Are you turned on right now?"

"Kinda... can I drive with the sirens on?" She slides the question in like it was nothing.

"No."

"Buzzkill." She teases but pulls you on top when her back hits the mattress. “I’ll make you change your mind.”

You definitely forgot to make that phone call.

The rest of that morning was spent in between Tara’s sheets, you two hidden away from the world; ignoring the flurry of texts and calls from your work phone. Only leaving her room to grab some food and water, but getting caught in the crossfire of teasings from Tara's friends when they see the hickeys on your neck.

Tara merely strides past you, dressed in nothing but your button-down, stopping for a peck on the lips and grabbing the water from your hands before hiding back in her room to ignore her friends. You don’t miss the cheeky wink she tosses you and the grimace Sam lets out as she watches. Instead, you keep your head down and follow the smaller girl like a lost puppy, ignoring the other's whistles as you do.

And, when you make your way to your desk the next day, a mountain pile of shitty cases for the next month is stacked high as punishment.

You still find it hard to feel any remorse for the no-show.

It was definitely worth it.

– –

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter imagine #sam carpenter #scream #scream 6 #scream vi #jenna ortega

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urhoneycombwitch · 21 days

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im gonna be at work for high night 🙄 so save my self-indulgent idea for later lu

reader who keeps hitting the snooze button on their alarm and groans knowing they need to get up for work but they just really cannot find the motivation to. The bed is warm and they're so comfortable and what's the harm of calling out....

Eddie who notices they're still laying down, eyes closed and in that fighting off being awake state and he knows there's only so many snoozes they can hit before they're definitely going to be running late so he sneaks under the covers....

and he doesn't come back up again until reader is awake, a tired, but satisfied smile on their face as they blink up at the ceiling. He presses some kisses to their lips/cheek/neck, slick and smelling like them, going "Hi, pretty. Ready to get up now?"

nauuurrr anon 😞 we will miss you but hope u see this after ur shift 💖 eeeheeeeheeeheee I’m literally kicking my feet behind my back sleepover-style giggling at this. that ellipses is so sinister I gotta help it out

+18 mdni

cw: R receives oral + fingering while sleeping (has been previously discussed as a 👍), somno, Eddie’s a soft!dom

___

Eddie’s always so attentive to your needs and state of being- he’s naturally super empathetic. by no means a morning person himself, he learns quickly that the rhythm of your day is usually set by how you wake up.

he’s dealt with the consequences of you having been off to a bad start, before- it takes a huge amount of cajoling or kisses or swinging by the diner for waffles to shake you out of a grumpy funk. and based on the way you’ve been tossing and turning this morning, you’re about to have the most miserable work shift ever.

what he doesn’t have this morning, though, is a lot of time- waffles will have to be for another day. he’s got an even better idea for a sweet wakeup.

he moves slow, weight in his hands on either side of your sleeping frame, kissing as he moves down your body. first to your bare shoulder. then to the side of that pretty nightie’s strap. one for your pebble nipple, peaking through the silk.

Eddie trails his kisses down- one on your stomach, one for the bump of your cunt- pulling the sheets away as he goes.

with fingers nimble and dextrous, he feels for the band of your underwear while keeping his eyes on your face, careful to pause if your expression changes. the goal is to keep you pliant, for this next part…

he gets his head under the edge of your nightdress, pussy fully exposed to the eager lappings of his mouth. with one hand on your stomach to keep your center grounded, Eddie slips the middle two fingers of his other hand into your slippery cunt.

a soft shift of your hips, a whimper, and Eddie moves his hands with your pelvis, using the momentum to dip and catch your clit in his mouth.

he follows with his head as your hips sink back down into the mattress, sucking hard on your beating clit as he goes.

you must’ve been having a dirty dream, ‘cuz you’re already so tight around his fingers, slick pooling in his palm. he laps noisily into your cunt, wet squelch of his fingers bringing you to bleary consciousness.

“whuh- uh- oh fuck, Eddie-”

your legs jerk close on impulse, trapping his head between your thighs, and Eddie thinks he might’ve died and gone to heaven. fully clothed, about to cream his jeans from eating his girl out. sure, he’s down to meet god, but can it wait a second?

“was dreamin’ you- ah, yeah, there- dreamin’ of you doing this to me. fuck…” your voice ends in a hoarse rasp, your hands shooting into Eddie’s hair, tugging at the roots.

he ruts into the mattress, cock leaking steadily into the fabric of his briefs, humming with pleasure against your clit.

your back arches off the mattress, he hears that tell-tale, breathy little gasp, and you’re gone- clenching around his fingers like a vice, flooding against his pistoning fingers.

he’s gone just as soon as you, coming in hot spurts with each upstroke against the quilt below, moaning into your pussy.

he kisses a sticky trail back up your body, sliding your nightie strap into place, loving and firm- “morning, princess. go take a shower, and no complaining. as a thank you for the wake up gift- ‘kay?”

you wouldn’t dream of complaining, nodding easily to his command, sleepy and sated smile on your face. your arms reach to encircle his shoulders, and Eddie leans in for a kiss- he tastes like you.

#eddie munson x reader #lu’s anons #e.m. thots from lu #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #somno #tw somno

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stvolanis · 6 months

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All Dolled Up

PT. 1

PT. 2

PAIRINGS: Dads best friend! Perv! Elvis Presley x innocent OC

WARNINGS: THIS IS SHORTER BUT THERE WILL BE ANOTHER PART IF THIS DOES WELL, age gap (OC is 18 and Elvis is in his early 40s), inaccurate time line probably, OC is innocent, pet names (baby, darlin)

NSFW WARNINGS:Elvis is a perv,corruption kink, he does dirty things with her panties, dacryphilia (if you squint), masturbating (Elvis), mentions of oral (m receiving). I promise the next one will be nastier guysss<3

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It was hot and humid and the air felt somehow heavy. Sweat dripped down Kim’s tanned skin, and her once white shirt was nearly see through. Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, a few strands matted to her forehead as she raced around happily with her dogs. Her most favorite and cherished life forms, Dottie and Bonnie. A little toy poodle and a mastiff, yet they were best of friends.

Kim rolled around in the grass with her dogs, free of worries, even as he shirt turned to an ugly brown from the dirt and muddy spots. Dottie, the toy poodle, licked at her face feverishly as Kim pushed her head away with a contagious giggle.

The sunset was a beautiful purple, pink and orange-ish hue with no trace of clouds in sight. Kim lived on the Country side where everything was old fashioned. The men wore tailored pants and shirts tucked in, while the boys ran around in shorts and a home t-shirt. The women wore long skirts and modest floral shirts and the girls wore short skirts and dresses. Kim never could manage to fit in with the girls who’d hitch their skirt up at the sight of a nice looking man, and she didn’t really care to.

She lived with her father and older brother, who were both hard working men. Her mother had passed away when Kim was 7 from an overdose on Aspirin. Kims mother was never a happy woman. She was never satisfied with her marriage, her kids, or even the life that was dealt to her. If Kim was allowed to swear, she would definitely call her mother some nasty things. It was no surprise when her father had woken up to a dead body on the floor next to their shared bed. Even if she wasn’t the best mother, Kim was still saddened slightly.

Kims father wasn’t a strict man, but when it came to his daughter, he was. ‘No boys’ he’d say, as if any of the lousy boys the town had to offer caught Kims interest. ‘Posture’ he’d scold when they were out in public. Of course her father loved and cared for her, after all, she was his only daughter. Kim was hidden away from the town. her older brother, Marcus, tutored her at their home every day starting at 7 AM sharp and usually only lasted till 2 PM.

The girls she’d pass by during her long walks around town called her a freak. They thought she was weird for being home schooled, and she constantly had to endure stares because of it. The women were no better, either. ‘She’ll never become a woman’ they’d mutter. Or the most hurtful and recent, ‘she’ll end up just like that no good mother of hers’. And to that, Kim had felt her eyes water.

On her free time, Kim would hang out with the only friend she had. A tall, skinny boy named Robert. He didn’t have many friends either, so they decided to befriend each other during grade 6 and have been best friends ever since. Robert got along well with Kims older brother, as they held similar interests. Though nothing they talked about entertained Kim enough to not doze off.

“Kimberly!” Her father yelled out to her. Kim’s body snapped forward off the grass, startling her dogs who were laying with her. “Yes, father?” She asked as she got up and brushed the dirt off of her clothes. “Jesus, you’re a mess, didn’t I tell ya we had a guest comin’ later?” He scolded with furrowed brows as he ushered her into their wooden house.

Kim frowned. “‘M Sorry, I forgot. I’ll go shower.” She muttered as she looked down at her feet. Her father sighed. “It’s too late now, he’ll be here any minute.” He replied as he looked over at the grandfather clock. “Go fetch ya brother for me, won’t ya?” He asked.

Kim nodded her head with a smile as she trotted her way to her older brothers room, lightly knocking on the door. She could hear shuffling from behind the door before her brother opened it, revealing his trashed room. “Oh—what happened?” She asked as she peered over his shoulder.

“Quit bein’ nosy, missy.” Her brother said teasingly as he jutted her head away and closed the door behind him. Kim giggled. “It looks like one of the pigs ran through your room.” She teased. Marcus rolled his eyes. “Hush, I’ve just been too busy to clean lately.” He replied.

“Hm, I’ll help ya, if ya want?” Kim asked with a quirked brow as they made their way to the living room. “That’d be real nice of ya, Kim.” He replied with a smile. Kim nodded, smiling back at her older brother. One of her favorite, most understanding people. They’ve always been close, and she knew that if no one was ever gonna be there, he surely was.

Her brother was to serve in the military in 3 months, so she tried to make every last moments she has with him count before he’s shipped off to god knows where doing who knows what. It was a hard burden to carry for the both of them. Kim didn’t want Marcus to leave, and neither did he.

Elvis Presley felt his breath hitch in his throat as he watched her round the corner. “This is my son, Marcus.” Her father began, gesturing to Kim’s brother. “And this is my daughter, Kimberly.” He said with a wavering smile at his daughters messy state.

She stood at 5’3 in her grey socks, one pulled down lower than the other. Her short blue jeans had darker flowers engraved on the edges of them, and god, did they make her legs look amazing. Her shirt was see through, and Elvis could see her lacy pink bra she wore underneath if he squinted enough past the dirt and grime on it. Her small doe eyes peered up at him, a light hazel color paired with long eyelashes. She was slim, and tan from being out in the sun all day, and the freckles on her face proved it.

“Hi, sir. Nice to meet ya.” Kim said cheerfully as she extended her hand to Elvis. His lips felt dry before he licked them. “Elvis Presley, nice to meet ya too, darlin’.” He replied with a small smile and a firm nod, grasping her smaller hand in his large one. Her hands were soft, even though she worked outside in the barn all day, and Elvis reveled in it.

“Elvis will be staying with us for a week.” Her father stated. Kim raised a brow. “Whys that?” She asked. Marcus slapped the back of her head lightly. Kim furrowed her brows as she looked over at him. “Was just akin’.” She huffed out with an eye roll.

“Alright, y’all go on now, me n’ E.P gon’ talk for a while.” Kim’s father said with a boy-ish smile as he glanced at Elvis. The man chuckled in response and nodded his head as he watched Mike, Kim’s dad, walk into the kitchen.

Elvis pondered for a moment as he watched Kim skip away, probably back to her room. Her hair swayed along with her, and Elvis got a better view of her plump ass in her short jeans and Elvis fought the urge to let out a groan. She was so different compared to the women he seen daily that were throwing themselves at him. Kimberly was pure, innocent. Untouched. And oh, how Elvis wanted to be her first everything. He felt like a pervert thinking about his best friends daughter in such ways, but at the end of the day, he was just a man. A man with sick thoughts and a now growing boner he was trying to hide as he walked into the kitchen, his entwined hands covering his crotch area.

“Kim, do you know who that man is?!” Her older brother whisper-yelled. Kim pondered for a moment, trying to recall if she knew him before she shrugged. “That’s the Elvis Presley. He’s a famous musician. You’ve heard his music before, remember?” He said urgently as he dragged Kim into his room and to his record player.

Marcus began showing her various records, playing Kim a few. Kim was in awe, not only was the mystery man beautiful, but now he was no longer a mystery. From the songs her brother had shown her, she decided that ‘Love me, tender’ was her favorite one.

Kim felt his eyes burning through her at their first interaction. She watched him watch her through hooded eyes as they peered her whole figure from the tips of her toes to the last hair on her pretty head. He looked at her with something swirling in his dark eyes that no man, or boy, had ever looked at her with. Elvis looked like he wanted her. Needed her, even. And it made Kimberly’s stomach swirl with hot butterflies. It was a new feeling for her and it made her whole body jittery. She didn’t know how long she’d survive if he was staying at her home for an entire week.

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Night had fallen, and Kim was now in her silky night gown that was adorned with lace. It was a light purple color and it gleamed in the small light coming from the lamp that was stationed next to her bed. She sat reading a book, her reading glasses resting on the bridge of her nose as she peered down with pursed lips.

Her father and Elvis had left to the towns local bar and had been gone for a while. It was 12 AM now, and Kimberly yawned as she stretched her arms out but was startled as she heard a loud ‘thud’ come from the living room. Curiosity peeked her as she dragged herself out of the warmth of her bed. She tried to be as quiet as she could as she walked on her tip-toes to the living room, peering over the door as she watched Elvis help her drunk father up off of the ground with a chuckle.

Kim let out a sigh of relief before walking into the room. “I can help ya.” She said in a tired voice, her round glasses almost slipping off her slim nose before she slightly pushed them up. Elvis felt his mouth water at the sight of her. So small, and kind. “No need, honey, I got him.” He said with a smile as he began to lead Mike to his room.

Elvis rested Mike on his bed before he quietly shut his door. “I can get you a cot, if you’d like.” Kim muttered shyly as she peered up as Elvis through her glasses. He sucked in a breath as he peered down at her. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, baby.” He muttered.

Her face bloomed red at the nickname, and she felt her thighs rub together and the butterflies return it her stomach at his stare. This didn’t go unnoticed to Elvis. “Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” He said as he grasped her soft hand in his, leading her to her opened door.

They both walked in and Kim made herself comfortable in her bed and watched as Elvis looked around her room, but his eyes froze on a picture of her and Robert. “Boyfriend?” He asked lightly, but his eyes held something much more menacing. Kim softly shook her head. “No, he’s my best friend.” She said groggily as she laid down, her bear held tightly against her chest.

“Good, good.” Elvis said aloud. He didn’t get a response, instead he heard the light snores of the beauty resting on her bed. Elvis knew he shouldn’t have, but he began to look through her things. He started with her records, peering through and stopping as he seen one of his that her brother had let her have earlier. He dug through her draws before something off to the side caught his wandering eye.

A pile of clothes sat on the floor at the edge of Kimberly’s bed, the ones she had wore today, and at the top rested her cotton panties. Elvis felt his skin grow hot, and his breathing became heavy. He dragged himself to them as if he were in trance as he picked them up, shoving them quickly into his back pocket before he quietly left her room.

He wondered their house before he found their small restroom. He closed the door and locked it with his back resting against the wall as he dug out her panties. He felt dirty as he brought them up to his nose, inhaling them before letting out a groan. He could see where a wet patch had formed and he felt his slacks tighten painfully before he unzipped them, pulling down his boxers and letting his hard cock spring free.

Pre-cum dotted at the tip and Elvis rubbed it down his shaft, spitting onto his hand before tugging his cock a few times. Elvis suckled where the wat patch was on Kimberly’s panties feverishly as he tugged his hard cock harder, small whimpers passing his lips. He felt so nasty, so wrong doing this, but he couldn’t help it. He’d have her any way he could, even if it meant rubbing one out to her dirty panties.

He shifted the panties from his mouth to his aching cock, wrapping it around. He imagined it was her mouth, sucking him dry for everything he has. The way he’d tell her how to do it from her inexperience as she’d peer up at him through watered eyes, tears falling down her flushed cheeks. How good she’d be for him.

He groaned as he threw his head back as he pumped his cock faster with her panties fisted securely around it. Elvis panted as his breathing became uneven, and he could feel a knot forming in his lower stomach as his end was near. The older man wanted to be in her pussy so bad, but he knew he could never. After all, she was his best friends daughter. No matter how badly he wanted to fuck her and make her his, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Elvis clenched his eyes shut as he slapped his hand over his mouth, trying not to release a loud moan as his cum spurted from his cock. It landed on his shirt, and some went onto the floor beneath him. Elvis drug out his orgasm, whining at the slight overstimulation he brought upon himself.

The last though Elvis had was Kimberly on her knees beneath him with his cum painted on her face as he began to clean up. Guilt consumed Elvis when he’d finish, how could he do this? How vile and disgusting of him. She was barely 18, and Elvis was a grown man, but he couldn’t stop the way he felt about her.

His thoughts only lead to more darker things.

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chikaras-garden · 1 year

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Patience

Your boyfriend finds out that you’re secretly working for a rival mafia family. It’s only right that he teaches you a lesson for spying on him.

Pairing: mafia!Kuroo x fem!reader

Words: 2.4k

Contains: dubcon, mafia!Kuroo, dom!Kuroo, mean!Kuroo, brat!reader, fingering, piv sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex as punishment, roughness, manhandling, desk sex, K calls R “kitten,” “little girl,” and “naughty girl”

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked, also on ao3

“You’re lucky I’m patient.”

Tetsuro stands in the doorway of the office—his office. You’re not sure how long he’s been there, but you’re certain he just caught you digging through papers on his desk, on top of the fact that you’re not even supposed to be in here at all. Ever. That was rule number one of being with him, not that you ever had any intention of following it.

You involuntarily gasp, stuffing the papers in your hands behind your back. His eyes lazily glance between your hidden arms and your face; somewhere between the quirk of his eyebrow and downturn of his lips, you know you’re caught.

Closing your eyes, you expect to be yelled at. Thrown out of the room. Locked away. Worse. That’s what other men you’ve dealt with—done this to—would have done to you, anyway.

But, Tetsuro’s voice is even, only clouded by the shadow of disappointment.

Suddenly, that voice is right next to the shell of your ear. What he says sends electricity down your spine, sends the papers falling to the floor, sends your fingers reaching for his chest. “I wasn’t told you were going to misbehave.”

You feel his arms cage you in, one hand on either side of your hips, fingers drumming on the solid wood of his desk. He doesn’t touch you. He won’t do it, he never has, and that stirs something in between frustration and need in your stomach.

“Look at me.”

His hazel eyes are dark and analytical, tinted by the shroud of catching the one woman he’s let into his life in the act of betraying him. Your lips part, trembling, and it isn’t his rage, sadness, or bloodlust that channels fear into you.

It’s his complete lack of them.

“So you steal information from me, pass it off to…” when you don’t answer, he sighs, the first sign of his real annoyance at you, as if you’re no more bothersome than a delayed train. “...whoever you’re working for, not that the list of people who’d want to screw me over is short.”

Tetsuro tilts his head, and his voice follows to the shell of your other ear, his breath grazing your cheekbone. He speaks quietly, every syllable so perfectly measured to show you that he’s in control. It’s eerie, and you swallow hard at the realization.

“Then what, kitten? Did you think you were smart enough that I’d never find out?”

You let out a shuddering breath while your eyes slip closed again. This close, you smell his cologne: it’s cold, but still burns your nose—peppermint and sage. You tilt your head back, baring your neck to him like an offer: Does he dare to take it?

“Fuck,” he whispers, realizing what you’re thinking as soon as it crosses your mind. “You just wanted my attention, didn’t you?”

Caught both in the act and with your true intentions, you nod.

He starts laughing.

It starts with a chuckle that fights its way out of his chest, but it swiftly melts into real laughter more genuine than you’ve ever heard from him. Your eyes fly open, and you spot a mean, self-satisfied grin. But, behind that, you see eyes ablaze with an echo of the need swirling in your stomach.

Your toes curl. Every layer of clothing you’re wearing is starting to feel hot, like it’s burning. You reach a hand back, fingers extending behind you until they touch skin: his skin, which burns as hot as yours.

He stares at you with an intensity that would scare anyone else, but you’ve grown accustomed to his nuances. “Gonna have to make you regret this, you know.”

Oh, you know. And you’re hoping he makes good on that threat in ways that surprise the very excitable imagination you’ve been developing since the moment you met him. So, you egg him on. “Are you sure you’re the right man for the job? I mean, I did get this far��”

Before you can finish, he grabs you by the hips and hoists you on top of his desk, paperwork be damned. You’re stunned threefold: first by his strength, second by his speed, and third by his lips capturing yours while your mouth is still open, ready to accept his tongue.

This kiss is more intoxicating than anything you’ve ever felt before. Your head swims, and you reach for him to tether yourself to this Earth before the feeling of him sends you straight to the moon. Your fingers wind into his hair, and you tug without thinking. Just that little action, so innocent compared to all the ways you’ve thought about him, makes him moan into your mouth.

His fingers, long and roughed up by who knows what, make quick work of your clothes. Shirt, up and over your head. Bra, tossed across the room. Skirt, pooled on the floor. Panties, dangling from your ankle. You thought removing clothes would make you feel better, cool you off, keep your head on straight, but the air in Tetsuro’s office burns hot with your need for more, more, more.

You need him to give you what you want. He needs you to make him do so, evidently.

“Tetsuro,” you whine, fighting against the kisses he places to the corner of your mouth. “Tetsuro, please, please.”

His hands massage into the soft skin of your thighs, spreading you wide so he can fit easily in between them. There’s an unforgiving gap between your pussy and his still-clothed dick; though it must only be as wide as your fist, it feels like it’s a whole ocean across, like you can’t just reach out and bring him to you.

“Naughty girls don’t get what they want.” Although he’s teasing you, his chest rises and falls with heavy panting. It’s a struggle to keep up with what his body wants to do to you, what your body demands of him. He kisses down your throat, your collarbone, the top of your chest—and you whine in response to his snail’s pace.

“I can earn it.” Your beg is heard by interested ears; you can practically see him perk up at the suggestion, glancing up at you through dark eyelashes. “I’ll do anything.”

For several beats, he ignores you. You watch him fight against his own willpower, and you realize—while his eyes dart from your lips to your hands to between your legs—that you don’t need to hear him say it to know that you’ve won. He hides his concession in another ravenous kiss; this time, his hands find your breasts and mercilessly squeeze, making you mewl and invite his tongue back into your mouth.

His hands feel like fire consuming your skin, making you shake from head to toes. You’ve never been with him like this, but you’ve imagined it, and you know you want it. And, in fact, your imagination doesn’t come close to the real deal.

He grips one of your thighs, holds your leg around his waist, angling you so he can get a view of your folds that makes him sigh. It’s a breathy sound unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him before; when you try to lean into him, try to give him a kiss of your own, his free hand presses against your chest.

“Stay still, would you?” He tuts, feigning annoyance that’s softened by the smirk on his lips. Then, he whispers a betrayal of the act he’s been putting on. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Then, he reaches for your folds, wasting no time in thumbing at your clit. You bite your lip; though he doesn’t physically hold you back anymore, you stay where he put you, telling yourself that it’s just because this angle makes the shapes he’s tracing on your clit feel even better. Indignantly, you ignore the voice in your head that’s whispering about being good for him. Proving yourself. Earning what you want.

“Oh,” he groans while your pussy swallows two of his fingers all the way to the third knuckle; he’s not even trying. “This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Hips twitching, trying to brush your clit against the palm of his hand, you nod. Tetsuro leans his forehead against yours and chuckles, a sound that makes you shiver from how close it is; he still isn’t looking at you, not really. He’s looking down, captivated by the way his fingers sink into you.

Testing your balance, you lift one hand to grip his shoulder. He doesn’t move, not even to acknowledge your touch, so you dance your fingers across his collarbone, down his chest, all while your own breathing grows heavier and heavier. You’re certain you’re a mess, and you think it’s wildly unfair that you’re the only one.

So, your trembling hands make clumsy work of his shirt buttons. The thin white fabric feels like silk under your hands, soft and supple, something you’d love to rub your face all over if it wasn’t currently in your way. Every button undone, you get a glimpse of the sculpted chest underneath; you end up so distracted, eyeing him hungrily, that you miss the fact that his fingers have stilled inside you.

Until they pull almost all the way out, making you gasp, and plunge all the way back in, curling upward in a way that makes you cry out. With an almost-literal snap of his fingers, you’re on the edge of a high you weren’t sure he’d let you have.

A sudden fear crosses your mind. With wide eyes, you look up at him, only to find him looking back with a wild, starving gaze.

“T-Tetsuro,” you keen, “wanna come.”

“Wanna come?” he mocks, curling his fingers in the same way again. You start to slump forward, wiggling your hips, but he grasps your shoulder to keep you an arm’s length away, in perfect view for him. “Think you deserve it?”

“Please!” you beg. You don’t care what you have to do or say to get it. Tetsuro’s fingers feel so good, and you’ll be damned if you let him ruin this orgasm for you.

You think you hear a mutter of “alright, girl, alright,” not unlike he’s talking to a stray cat mewling at him for scraps of food. The metaphor isn’t lost on you: you do, in fact, feel something like a starving animal while his fingers pick up the pace. He fucks you into his palm until release crashes over you, feeling like the best, biggest, finest meal you’ve eaten in months.

Shuddering, you breathe something that sort of resembles his name, incomplete syllables tumbling out of your lips while you wrap yourself around him. His fingers linger inside of you, and you feel his eyes on you, watching, waiting. For what? You don’t know—you don’t care. With his free arm, he holds you against his chest, and you welcome the comforting sear of his bare skin against your cheek.

Seconds pass, and then you hear, “Alright. That was one.”

Your eyes flutter open. Delirious, you murmur, “One?”

He doesn’t entertain you with a response. Instead, he pulls his fingers away from you to shrug his shirt all the way off and, before you can complain about the absolute void between your legs, you hear the soft clink of metal on leather.

Trousers slide down his thighs. He steps out of them, closer to you, and leans over you; he’s tall, so tall that it’s too easy for him to collect your wrists in one hand while he lays you back on his desk.

Ironically, the papers you were trying to steal are right underneath your cheek.

He holds your wrists loosely in one hand, presses them against the tabletop above your head. His grip is loose, like a warning: just try fighting, and see what happens. You catalog the idea for another day.

He angles his hips in a way that has the tip of his cock brushing against your wet, puffy folds. He hisses—or maybe you do, or maybe you both do. There’s a brief moment of eye contact where you notice need and selfishness in his gaze. Lowly, he says, “Remember, kitten, this is supposed to be your punishment.”

And then, he sheaths himself inside you. He’s neither fast, nor slow; he moves at the pace he wants, ignoring the wriggling of your hips and strangled little noises coming out of your throat. He’s as big as you imagined, big enough to stuff you fuller than your fingers or toys ever could. Your eyes fall closed as you resign yourself to enjoying the stretch, the lude sounds of cock plunging into leftover come, and the rhythmic roll of his hips driving into you.

You moan his name as soon as you feel another high mounting within you; it’s shameful how quick it rushes in, sneaking up on you.

He bends forward and presses sloppy kisses to the sides of your chest. The more you strain, heavy breaths struggling against the weight of him, the harder he kisses. In short order, lips turn to teeth, and he’s biting, bruising your breasts while his cock pounds into you. He marks you as his, claims you, brands you like a punishment for “forgetting” who you belong to.

Tetsuro’s cock buried deep inside you, his lips attached to your chest, you’re not sure when one orgasm ends and the next begins. All you know is he has you coming again and again until the room spins around you. You’re dizzy, blissed, panting, whimpering, and writhing underneath his iron grip on your wrists.

You twist your hips, searching for a moment of reprieve, just a second to catch your breath, but he responds with a grunt and an upward thrust that makes you cry out. “Don’t be difficult, kitten. You wanted to be taught a lesson? Here it is.”

“Said you’d do anything,” he mumbles, but it’s so quiet that it’s almost drowned out by the sound of skin slapping skin. He’s deep, so deep, too deep. You can’t focus, can’t think, can barely feel anything except his cock plunging into you, kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“Tetsuro,” you whimper. “I-it…’s too much, please…”

“Patience, little girl,” he warns through gritted teeth. “I’m making you…regret trying to betray me…remember?”

You find it in you to put up a little bit of a fight. Heart pounding, head light and fuzzy, you squeeze his hips with your thighs, trying to put a few inches of distance in between you. Slow down, your mind chants; slow down. You want him. You want a break. Your stomach begins to coil again, and you let out a pitiful, broken moan.

Tetsuro laughs breathlessly, then picks up the pace, making you cry out with another orgasm. “Good—Good girl. I’m done with you when I say so.”

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ellieluvr420 · 3 months

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We meet again, darling pt.3 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

It had been a week since your discussion with Abby on that balcony and she had not left your mind for even a second since, especially now you knew she was going into business with you. You had dealt with so many enemies over the years while expanding your empire but something about this partnership felt different. You kept telling yourself it was because she was a detective and that's why you felt all the more victorious, breaching the blue line and all. But at night, after a few too many drinks your mind would wander. You'd let yourself acknowledge the part of your excitement about her partnership that was only to do with her, her long blonde hair that was always up while she was out of the house but would cascade down her back in soft waves whenever she was at home. Those blue eyes that sparkled even when she was looking at you with contempt. Her lips that often spoke vicious words but still entranced you. Your mouth watered when you pictured the way her muscles bulged in the suit she wore a week ago, sometimes your hand would even creep down your body getting lower and closer to where your heartbeat shouldn't be while thinking about her before you stopped and forced yourself to snap out of it.

You had never let yourself acknowledge feelings for anyone, always telling yourself there was no room for relationships in your business, and to an extent you still believe that. You had used many peoples partners over the years to manipulate them and get what you want, and by never having one yourself you had no weaknesses that could be exploited. That's what the rational part of your brain told you but the irrational side was being fired up by the blonde woman and you felt your control over yourself slipping. Your nights had been filled with this torment since Abby's agreement to your plan and it had become all too much. You had to see her again.

Abby had had a good day, her captain called her into his office and she could feel her heart in her throat.

"You wanted to see me sir?"

"Yes, please sit Anderson."

"Is everything okay?"

Her captain huffed and looked at her unamused, she was almost completely certain he had found out about her going to your party and he was about to tell her she's being fired.

"As of today, your probation is over."

"oh...wow thank you so much sir. I promise I won't let you down"

Abby felt a twinge of guilt as she realised she was lying through her teeth but the guilt was completely overpowered by the shock that she was off probation. She felt like she was dreaming.

"Don't thank me. The order came from above my head. No idea why but none of my business I suppose. Don't fuck this up Anderson. You can go."

Although she was disappointed that her captain didn't trust her she also couldn't blame him considering her recent endeavours and she was just ecstatic to be off probation. As she made her way home she couldn't help but wonder what you were doing, she often thought about you before anyway but these thoughts were much less dark and filled with hate now and more with genuine curiosity.

As Abby walked into her apartment she felt a strange chill crawl up her spine and make the hair on the back of her neck stand. She put a hand over her holstered gun and walked through the hall cautiously.

"Abby! You're home, finally! Oh you look hot in your work clothes, didn't think you could top the suit but here you are!"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me"

You were sitting at her dining table, one leg crossed over the other, nursing a glass of what she assumed was her wine while smiling devilishly at her.

"How did you get into my apartment?"

As she says this you get up walk over to the fridge retrieving the bottle of wine you had already opened while waiting for her. Without looking at her you also reach into her glass cupboard and grab a second wine glass.

"Will you join me for a drink?"

Abby gets frustrated at your dodging of her question. She rushes up behind you and presses you against the counter, you can feel the contours of her muscles as her front presses into your back and her arm wraps around your neck. Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers "I said, how did you get into my apartment?" she's almost growling as her grip around your neck tightens.

Your voice comes out a little strained from the pressure on your throat as you respond with "please, I could break in here in my sleep, for a detective you have crap security." You giggle but it comes out strained and you grow irritated by the lack of air. You drive your elbow into Abby's side and she grunts and falls backwards clutching her side.

"Now that's done. Would you like a drink?"

You rub your throat slightly and grab the glass waving it at her.

"Of my wine? Sure, I'd love some."

"Perfect. It's depressing drinking on your own" You do an exaggerated frown as you walk past her out of the kitchen and back to the dining table. You hear Abby mutter something about you being infuriating and you smile to yourself as you sit down and fill Abby's glass then topping yours up more. "I hear celebrations are in order?"

"What are you talking about now?" Abby looks unamused.

"Well you're off probation, cause for celebration, don't you think?" As you say this you watch Abby's face drop and you can't help but giggle.

"That was you?" She can't tell if she wants to thank you or kill you. "Why would you do that?"

"Because silly, I need you not being watched like a hawk at work for all of this to work and I guess you could consider it my thank you for agreeing to be a part of this." Abby just stares, unsure of what to say. You focus your attention to the wine and spin it in the glass a little. As you sip the wine, you sigh happily.

"This is delicious, you have good taste, must be why you like me so much" You smirk and laugh to yourself as you catch Abby's unchanged expression of boredom at your antics.

"Why are you here? You know this is not normal behaviour to just break into someone's apartment whenever you please."

"Would you prefer I had invited you to dinner? Wined and dined you first. You sad I didn't ask you on a date before we came back to your place? Sorry darling, I'm a busy woman, this is how I do things."

"First, we did not come back to my place, I came home and you were just here. Second, is this your way of trying to get me into bed?" Abby smirks suggestively and looks smug at her teasing remark.

"ha!" You almost choke on your sip of wine as you realise what she said, you lean over the table, brush a stray hair out of her face and grab her collar pulling her closer to you. "If I wanted you in bed, we wouldn't be sitting at this table fully clothed, we'd be in your bed, naked and you'd be wondering how someone is that good with their tongue, ok?"

"Y-you think?" Abby goes bright red at your suggestive comment and pulls back to create some much needed distance between the two of you. She notices the growing smirk and knowing look in your eyes but chooses to look at her glass and take a big gulp instead of maintaining eye contact.

"Oh I know... But, that is not why I'm here so another day. I assume you’ve heard of the Metorinni cartel?" You watch as she nods her head. "Good, they have been leaching off of my business and my customers for years and I am just about done with their shit. I’m going to take them down, but for me to do that without starting a full blown war, trust me that would not end well for anyone, they’re savages, completely uncivilised, I need your help, I have all the information you need to get your men to take them down, then I can waltz in, kill their boss of course and take all of what’s theirs. What do you get out of this? Well first of all, the glory of bringing down one of the biggest, not the biggest, I’m the biggest, organised crime gangs in the country, the world even and not just that, I will offer you a very healthy cut of what I take from them. Oh and you’d be in my company and that can never be a downside."

Abby rolls her eyes at your arrogance. "So you want me, a detective, to help you, a deadly, ruthless drug lord, take over another gang that is contributing to a large amount of organised crime?"

"Yes exactly! Exciting right?" You smile as you genuinely feel excited at the prospect of taking down your biggest rivals once and for all.

"And there's no way I could ever be connected to you in all of this?"

"For you to be connected to me, your men would have to know of my existence, the only way they would find out about me is if you ever spilled so... are you going to tell?"

"No. I won't, but if you screw me out of the things you've promised me, I'll sell you out so quick, got it?"

"Don't worry darling, I'm a woman of honour. I keep my word and I'm saying that if you keep up your end of the bargain you will have enough money to quit your little job if that's what you please and if you don't... well you won't have to worry, you'll be dead." You sip your wine, keeping heavy eye contact. Abby's face is stony and matches yours. The tension in the room makes you both feel hot.

Abby takes another sip of her wine and nods it at you as she cracks a small smile. Your face breaks into a small grin also and you both chuckle.

"Right well... no pressure then." Abby says through her laughs.

"None at all. I trust your abilities, if I didn't I wouldn't have kept you around."

"Should I be concerned about the amount of times you've threatened my life?"

You laugh as she stares at you with a playful grin. "No darling, you are much too special to me to kill. It would be a waste. Maybe I will take you out to dinner to show my appreciation."

"Oh how kind."

"I know, I am so generous. I best be going. Let you get your beauty sleep." You stand as you finish the last of the wine in your glass and begin putting on your jacket. "When I need you, we'll meet and I'll give you everything you need for your part of the plan," you go to start walking to the front door but you stop just in front of her and put a hand on her shoulder. "But Abigail, not a word of this to a single soul. You understand I'm sure but if anyone ever caught wind of our deal, we'd both be finished. You more than me." You squeeze her shoulder as you say this and once again bend down and kiss her cheek. "I'll see you soon Abby. Dinner next time." You let yourself out the front door without a word and can't help but smile to yourself as you walk away.

Abby stays glued to her chair feeling the same sense of bewilderment she feels after every interaction with you. She's entranced and she can't even deny it anymore, she's so under your spell she's crossed a line that she can never go back from and she doesn't even care. All she can think about is the whirlwind that is you, your small kisses on her cheek, your intoxicating scent. Everything about you has her utterly captivated.

She feels the spot on her cheek where you kissed her, remnants of your lip gloss making it slightly sticky. She gulps down the rest of her wine and runs a hand over her face.

"I am so fucked."

#abby anderson #abby x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abby x fem!reader #tlou abby #abby the last of us #abby tlou

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setsugekka · 9 months

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『atarashī 』 ; 06

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student!hongjoong x fem!reader, husband!yeosang x fem!reader — drama, dark romance, mystery, heavy sexual content [4,7k wc] ch cws: smut, bad decisions (as usual), a whole lot of lying and pretending and wishful thinking.

The elevator in your building is broken, because of course it would be at a time like this.

After a night like this one.

Late at night or early in the morning—it depends on who you ask, and from whose perspective—you trudge up the stairs with burning muscles and wobbly legs that are barely capable of handling the weight of your body atop them. Your back is sore, head pounding and all of it only slightly quelled by the hot shower you took before making your exit.

No soap used, on account of not wanting to smell of it.

It feels like an endless path you're forced to take. Up, up, up towards whatever it is that awaits you inside. Your mind swims with the thoughts of everything that has transpired in such a short amount of time; the culmination of so many things, all twisted and fucked up in their own, particular ways. You think of Yeosang, wonder how he's spent his night.

Think of Hongjoong, the way the feeling of his touch still lingers on your skin all over. Attentive and wanting and nearly obsessive in yearning to feel your body under his.

You can't ever see him again.

A situation that will have to be dealt with tomorrow morning. For now, this particular situation at hand. You slide your key into the lock, twist it open and slowly step inside. Kick your shoes off, look down at the destruction of your tights and try not to think about the painted nails that ravaged them to that point. You drop your bag by the door, not bothering to even dig your phone out.

Your husband is found lying curled up on the couch with his phone just beside his head. No doubt wracked with guilt, tiredness, and worry in trying to contact you. The sight of it only makes you feel that much worse.

It awakens him though, your entry. Slowly coming back into consciousness with messy, black hair tossed about his head and face as he slowly sits back up and looks over towards you. Once his eyes meet yours and he becomes awake enough to put the pieces of your return together, he springs to his feet and hurries towards you with arms out. Curls them around you in a tight embrace. You've never seen him like this, so distraught.

"My God, I was terrified something happened to you." It did. "I kept calling and calling and I couldn't get a hold of you." I was busy, in bed with another man. Someone who wants me unabashedly for the simplicities I have to offer him. "When Seonghwa finally contacted me and told me you were safe...I wish you had just told me you were with him, I would have left you alone."

Eyes shutting tightly, you meet Yeosang's embrace with just as much longing, nestling your face into his shoulder and staring out into the emptiness ahead of you—mind elsewhere. Mind still partially with someone different.

With hands placed atop your shoulders, Yeosang pulls you back and away from him; looks you over as if studying you in such a peculiar way. It drives up the worry in your stomach, the concern of being found out. That somehow he will know, smell the remnants of another man on your skin, in your hair. Know where it is that you've been and what you've been doing while he's been here all night, worried sick about your well-being instead.

Part of you—the nasty, vindictive side that hates everything that your husband has put you through lately and over the years—thinks him deserving of it, in some ways.

Yeosang's hands come up then to cradle your face. Suppose whatever it is that he had been looking for not being found, if evidence of unfaithfulness was on the agenda, because he looks at you with the utmost softness. Kisses you lightly on the lips, tells you that he loves you. All things that you know and have heard before. Until...

"I'm sorry," he whispers against your mouth, eyes closed and shuddering with the trickling of remaining terror of potentially losing you. "I'm sorry about everything, about pushing you so hard about having a baby, about not fucking considering how it was making you feel seriously. I wasn't taking it seriously, I wasn't taking you seriously."

At the tail end of the words, you hear his voice tremble. A sob that threatens to erupt from his chest—you can't remember a time where you have ever seen your husband cry. Not before now. He fights it back, eyes opening to look deeply into your own and you can see the evident sorrow so embedded in every fiber of his being now.

He means it. He means every word of it. Only it's too late, and what you've done can't be undone with the same sort of apologia.

You feel numb, probably a combination of everything. Yeosang kisses you again and you meet him with matched earnest, because you do still love him, and you do accept his apology. You know that he doesn't act maliciously, and purposefully in ways that will hurt you. He's selfish and entitled and in many ways a little bit privileged—something that's hard to break the habit of, feeling entitled to every desire that one may come into.

"If you don't want to start a family, then neither do I," he says, a pained whisper, but you believe him fully. "If it comes down to the choice; having a baby or having you, then I'd choose you hundreds of times, for the rest of my life and again in others."

Would you still feel that way if you knew.

You kiss your husband again, deep and loving and fully realized in how his arms wrap around your body, hold you close, fill you with all of the adoration and acceptance that made you fall for him all of those years ago.

You wonder if the roles were reversed and Yeosang slept with someone else in a moment of weakness, of heartbreak, and devastation—felt so horribly about it and yet still filled with so much love for you—would you want to know?

No, you don't think that you would.

Sleep doesn't find you particularly well the night before work, though you suppose you have no one to blame for that but yourself.

Mind wracked with guilt still, this is just something that you're going to have to live with. You made your bed, and now you have to find a way to make peace with yourself and lie in it. Maybe go to confessional despite not being particularly religious of a woman, therapy likely couldn't hurt, either.

Regardless, it makes for the Monday morning and work day ahead tiring before you ever even get started on the tasks at hand. Slumping into the office chair in front of your desk—papers and folders piled just where you had left them from before—you glance over it all and then allow your head to fall back against the cushion. Eyes closed. Just a couple of moments more before you have to get it all started, you beg.

Your thoughts drift off as you sit there—to Yeosang, cooking dinner together last night, his smile, his love for you. Cuddling up on the couch under a shared blanket to watch a movie that you've both already seen before, and then heading off to bed early with both parties needing to catch up on sleep after the events of the weekend.

Head lolling off to the side just a bit, there's a remaining pain that sits just near the shoulder. A reminder of other goings on from the weekend; face pushed down into the mattress, discomfort in craning your neck while your hips remain pulled up and pointed, drilled into quickly and repeatedly from behind—

Two knocks onto the wooden doorframe and you're just about jumping out of your skin as you're forced back to reality.

Shoulder leaned casually into it, Hongjoong stands in the doorway just across the room. Your eyes pull away from his immediately, though you find that he has no such qualms about keeping his glued to you.

There's a quake to your hand as you reach up to your desk, grab a pen and a file and only glance at him long enough to acknowledge that he's there at all before addressing him.

"Yes?" you say, weak. Pathetic. You make an attempt to steady your voice before trying again. "What can I do for you?"

Hongjoong smirks, doesn't reply immediately but steps inside of your office further and drags himself towards the side of your desk. Closer to you. Much more so than you'd like him to be, all things considered. The door is still wide open, though it's quite a bit early and a good amount of time before the trickling of students will start to line the halls.

You look up at him again, eyes still gazing down at you in your seated position from where he stands. Wholly unbothered by the circumstances at play, though it makes perfect sense as to why that is. What does he have to lose? Who has he betrayed in doing this? The scales are uneven at best.

"The contacts," he says simply, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. It takes you a second to even remember what it is that he's referring to. So much has happened since then. "We talked about it Friday night, among other things."

Among other things, like the fact that he jerks off to the thought of you. Now you wonder if he'll carry on more or less with the knowledge he has acquired since then.

But most importantly is the fact that you have rescinded the offer, though unbeknownst to him. It's not that he is undeserving of them, work and talent not up to par—and in fact, he probably would get far with an extra leg up—but at this point in time the engagements between the two of you have gone much too far, and cannot be saved in any friendly or professional way. You cannot, in good conscious, grant him any professional contacts that you have acquired and especially by somewhat personal means. It's too dangerous—for you, for your marriage, for Yeosang.

Giving your much too young, Akademiya student lover all of the perks of sleeping with the older woman who probably has too much along those lines to offer him. Grotesquely cliché, and you shudder at the thought.

And more than any of that, what he knows even less, is your intention to bring this to the admin board of the Akademiya the moment that he leaves your office and goes to carry on with the rest of his day. Nothing good can come from the two of you remaining in each other’s presence, and while you would like to think yourself a strong enough woman of moral character to say no a second time, should you have been asked only weeks ago and about a first time, you'd think yourself having been much the same.

The best way to not engage in nefarious activities, in many cases, is to remove the option for nefarious activities entirely, and that is precisely what you intend on doing.

It's an unfortunate outcome for Hongjoong, being expelled from the Akademiya on account of your own ethical failing, but suppose there's a snide part of you that thinks him plenty old and mature enough to have weighed the potential risks before engaging with the married owner of Aurelia too.

There's the blood of moral shortcoming on both of your hands. Now, you have to tell him as much.

Inhaling sharply, you pull your attention away from him entirely, pulling open a folder and sifting through the paperwork therein. "I've given it some thought and I'm not sure I'm comfortable with giving out that information after all. I apologize for leading you to believe as much, and I take full responsibility in doing so. We can revisit the topic at the end of the semester and discuss the possibility of it more then."

The words sound strong in conviction. You're proud of that.

Hongjoong doesn't respond, at least not verbally. A bizarre silence finds you instead, causes you to glance up at him and find the amused half-grin that awaits you on his face. That curl of his lips that you know so well. So much of him that you know so well now. You swallow down the lump in your throat, manifested by the on-going fight of pushing back the memories of time shared together with him standing so close to you now.

Something so enticing about him, nearly addicting the way he was able to make you feel that night.

"Is that so?"

You don't reply, watching Hongjoong's hand as he reaches forward towards your own with pen dangling between shaky fingers. Internally, you're begging him not to touch you. Please don't, I don't think my resolve can handle it. I crave you still, even now, after everything.

A lazy press onto the end of the pen that knocks it out of your hand—such a thoughtless gesture.

"Oops."

Hongjoong sinks to his knees.

Barely given any time, any chance to protest before your chair is twisted to the side to face him; hands slipping up under the sides of your skirt and curling at the elastic of your undergarments, pulling them down your legs and then sliding soft palms up the inside of your thighs to pull them apart and make space for him between. Hongjoong's hands curl over and around to the outside of your skirt and settle around your hips, yanking you forward and more towards the edge of the chair—his tongue finds your pussy immediately thereafter.

You melt into the touch all over again. Want to say no, stop, don't do this, but only because you know it's what you should be saying. Your body, the truth of it is that you want him perhaps even more now than the first time, and with the way his fingers curl and fuck into you, it's hard to think anything different for him.

Legs shaking around his head, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and gnaw tightly on it to fight back the sounds that Hongjoong threatens to pull from you. The office door is still wide open, and while no one would be able to see him where he sits knelt below, the debauched twist of your features is likely telling enough.

One hand slides down, cards through his hair as he sucks and tongues at your clit—fingers digging against your walls with just the right repetition—just like when he fucked you. As if he had taken notes of exactly what it was that had you falling apart by his touch.

Hongjoong tugs his mouth away just for a second, the loss leaving you whining in a way that obviously amuses him. Hand never relenting in pumping you full of him in the meantime. "Did you think of me while apart?" He follows the question by a long, firm lick into your pussy, eyes that never for a second fall away from your own. "Did you miss it? Miss the way I touch you? Want more of it?"

"Yes," you whisper, not even giving yourself a chance to reconsider the fact. A single word so destroyed with desperation and desire, slurred at the end as your eyes screw shut and his lips find your wetness all over again.

Only a second or so more, Hongjoong pulls away from you completely; grabs you by the arm and bends you over your desk with the palms of his hands smoothing over your ass from behind. Skirt bunching at the top, exposing you for him as he makes fast work of the front of his jeans.

Hongjoong glides one hand over your ass again, up the small of your back and then settling at the back of your neck. He holds you there firmly, teasing the blunt tip of himself at the entrance of you that's so wet you may as well be begging for him now.

He sinks in, quicker this time than the others. Your body accustomed to him, cunt perfectly shaped around his cock now with how many times you've taken it.

You both moan in tandem, Hongjoong snaps his hips forward a few experimental times to get a feel for the position and whether or not it'll work for him, but in the meantime, your hands come up and around to grasp at the sides of your desk for stability, his name dropping airy and beaten from your lips like it already has so many times before.

"You're perfect," Hongjoong says, teeth gritted through the fervor in how he fucks you. "I can't get enough of you, want your body, want to feel you, it's all I think about—"

The words have an unfathomable effect on your arousal, walls bearing down on him as he buries himself inside of your body repeatedly—hard, pointed thrusts that have you nearly crying out for him if not for the effort you're making to not do that. Hongjoong fucks you like he wants to hear it, wants everyone to hear you. Maybe he does.

"Hard—harder, please, Hongjoong—"

"It's all you think about too, I guess."

He gives you precisely what you ask for, but not before the hand at your neck slips around to your mouth—two fingers shoved inside in an effort to keep you quiet as if it's to make any difference over the sound of his hips harshly meeting the flesh of your behind over and over again.

But the truth is that you've lost the ability to make a rational decision when it comes to him, and the evidence of such lies currently on display across the crumpled paperwork beneath your torso on the desk.

Leaning over your back, Hongjoong cranes his head down closer to your face as you desperately suck and lick at his fingers—imagining it to be his cock, awaiting for the day in which it finally is.

"Gonna let me come inside you again?"

The tone comes off chiding, almost condescending, as if he knows the answer before ever even asking it. A man with you wrapped around his finger—your body is his for the taking—a kind of visceral disgust that lies just beneath your skin at the willingness you have to be his in such a way.

You nod.

"Is that what you want?"

You nod again, faster, more wildly as your own orgasm creeps up on your body. Hongjoong's drives into you become fuller in the final few—pulling nearly all the way from you before sinking completely back inside in a way that makes you feel impossibly stretched open and filled. It only takes a few more before your release rips through your body and subsequently tears his from his own body as well—pushing far and deep with fingers gripped tightly into the skin of your waist as he empties inside of you all over again.

Disappearing from your body, Hongjoong pulls away from you entirely and you expect him to disappear out of your office and down the halls—pretending none of this has happened at all, and perhaps for the best. You turn yourself over and sit yourself up at the edge of the desk and instead are met with the man in question once more as he motions for you to step into your underwear, pulls them up the length of your legs and situates them back in place for you so that he may come up and meet your dry, bitten lips with a taste of his own.

Even still, Hongjoong kisses you like you're the only woman on earth. The only person he has ever wanted, ever needed, like he can never get enough of you. Everything to him, is you.

"I want to see you later," he whispers into your open mouth, fingers dipping into the wet, soiled sides of your panties to toy with the mess that he's left there for the day. "I can't stay away from you. Let me see you later."

Intoxicating. Utterly and unquantifiably intoxicating.

Your hips grind down against his hand, as if you have no control of the fact, the way your body craves him just as much as his seemingly does yours. Hongjoong's fingers once again dig into your cunt—wet and stretched open by his cock just moments before, still fucking you with them as if unable to ever stop.

"Can't," you rattle, barely. Desperately, quickly dissolving all over again into his handling of you. "Need to be home."

"I have to see you again soon," Hongjoong admits, sounding so needy for you in doing so. Still touching, still digging against your walls at just the perfect pace, lips trailing down along the column of your neck as he begs. "I need you. I'm obsessed with you."

"Fuck." You can't manage much more than that, finally giving in to the way he's still touching you, relentless in his desire.

When he finally decides it's enough and pulls his cum-soaked fingers from between your legs, Hongjoong fits them between your lips—slowly pushing them in and out of your mouth and watching the way your mouth and tongue works them as if they were his cock.

"I want to feel every inch of your body, want to have every inch of your body," Hongjoong whispers then as he watches you. The very front door of the theater hall then booms open, alerting the both of you that the beginning entry of student has started, though too wrapped up in your task to even be bothered to avert your attention from him. "I want to make you come over, and over, and over again until you're begging me to stop. It's the only thing I ever want to hear."

When the knock at the door frame of your office comes through this time, you glance up from your chair—situated perfectly, none bothered by the intrusion—Hongjoong standing idly with arms crossed over his chest just at the side of your desk.

"So, like I said, it's something we'll have to revisit closer to the end of the semester," you say calmly, normally. As if nothing has taken place here and between the two of you at all. "Sorry that I can't do more for you."

Hongjoong sighs, and you're impressed by how willing he is to be a good actor about the whole thing. Rolls his eyes, shrugs, and begins to take his leave. "Oh well, it was worth a shot. Appreciate you seeing me about it this morning though, thanks for your time."

"Of course." You glance over at the other student then. "What can I do for you this morning?"

As the student airs his grievances, at the forefront of your mind and disabling your ability to truly be in the moment; the memory of Hongjoong's hands on your body, the warm, hard drag of him inside of you, and the pooling of cum that leaks from between your legs as you sit and revisit the thought.

As the lunch hour rolls around, you're only expected just a little bit down the way.

A small cafe frequented by people from the Akademiya and surrounding business-goers just looking for a quick bite to eat, you're not looking for much more than that either. In fact, your reasoning for escaping the halls of the theater are with something very specific on the agenda, and although you have taken the time to order a warm sandwich and a drink to accompany it, there's something else that awaits you at a table in the corner—someone else—and a conversation that you're none looking forward to as well.

You sit down, small plate and drink atop the polished wood of the table that stands between the two of you. Eyes averted mostly; in shame, in reluctance. Unwilling to take the first step in acknowledging the elephant in the room.

Seonghwa sits at the other side with arms crossed over his chest, only a drink in front of him though it's mostly untouched. A light ring at one edge of it, maybe a sip or two taken. His glare towards you is narrow, not judging exactly, but none pleased with the goings on that he has been involved with, that much is for certain.

You know the man well enough to know that he doesn't wish to be involved in your marital issues more than he already must be on account of being your best friend, but asking him to lie for you? A new low.

"So?" he says first, questioning. He doesn't need to add detail to it, both of you know that. He does so anyway. "Want to tell me why I got a message from you in the odd hours of the night telling me I need to lie to your husband about your whereabouts for the evening?"

No, I don't. "I just needed some time away from him, away from everything that was going on. I didn't want him trying to come find me."

"And where were you, exactly?"

You force a beat of silence, opting out of racing to grant him a response. Anxiety rushes through your veins, manifests as a tremble in your hands as you bring your drink up to your lips. You hope that he doesn't notice it. A tell. A showing of your dishonesty if he knows what to look for.

"Does it matter?"

Seonghwa rolls his eyes at that, exhales heavy like he's already heard enough even though he very much so hasn't.

"Yeah, it might matter." He leans forward, voice dropping to something more quiet. "What happened?"

You're thankful that he appears willing enough to drop the subject of where it was that you spent that evening, though the topic of your husband isn't one that you're any more excited to visit as of now either. Only hours it has been since the last time another man had you for his own.

It's not a topic you have room to forgo though, and you understand this well enough. Unwillingness to divulge any information to your friend most definitely ringing alarm bells in his mind should you insist on doing so.

"He brought it up again, he just couldn't let it go. I flipped out, I just had to get out of there and get some time away from him."

"And how are things now?"

Too good for what I'm doing to him. "Better. Good. We talked when I got home in the morning, he apologized, said he would drop it. He said he would rather be with me than have a baby if that's the choice that it came down to."

A single eyebrow perks up on Seonghwa's face, intrigued by the outcome.

"So that's it? Problem solved?" He pauses, takes a sip from his drink to give him more time to mull it all over. "What do you think? Do you think he means it?"

Problem not solved, things are so much worse than you could ever possibly know. You shrug. "Yeah, I do. He looked wrecked when I got back in the morning, like it all finally came crashing down. Like he finally got it."

Across the table, Seonghwa hums. Leans back into his seat as if relenting to the topic finally. Accepting that it's over and dealt with.

"Are you guys going to be alright then?"

Worry is laden in Seonghwa's tone when he asks, and while this particular aspect of the situation that has manifested so much contempt in your marriage has been laid to rest, now so much more has reared its ugly head and forced its way into the very fiber of your existence. A kind of itch beneath the skin that can never truly be scratched, a dull hunger that can never actually become sated.

An addiction to something new, an addiction to another.

"Yeah, we're going to be fine," you answer back, a practiced calm in your voice that sounds so impressively well-delivered, it scares even you. How quickly we may fall. "I love him. We love each other."

"And when he has to leave again?"

You almost relish the day.

The phone sitting in your bag vibrates then. A part of you wants for nothing more than it to be Yeosang. The better part of you knows that it is not.

"One day at a time," you say, curious tingle of what awaits you trickling across your skin. "We'll just have to take it all one day at a time."

a/n: BIG LOLE. the tragedy of carnally wanting a man who also carnally wants you? how complicated things become and how far we fall when hubby apologizes and then we still wind up banging the other guy...i'm sure that's going to turn out just fine 🤨🤣

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subwaysurf45 · 2 years

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Falling in Love

Summary: fall time was always your favourite, but being pregnant can take away some of the activities.

Words: 749 (little drabble)

Warnings: pregnacy, literally nothing

A/N: shout out to @jadedvibes and their amazing fall writing challenge! check out their rules and ideas as well as the challenge's masterlist. again, amazing ideas and so happy I could be a part of this!

Being pregnant during the fall had been the worst so far of all the seasons you had endured. seven months along and you would still choose the blazing hot sun over your particular situation right now. Fall was your favourite season and not getting to enjoy it like you did all the years before hurt in a way that was close to indescribable.

But now you sat on a lawn chair, bundled up to the nines, thermos in your hands, simply watching Bucky, your husband, rake the leaves.

Your favourite fall activity.

The show was great, seeing him work a little line of sweat on his brow. Part of you couldn’t believe you could see the faintest ripple of his back muscles through his waffle-knit long-sleeve, sweater, and jacket. While he was making it interesting you couldn't help but feel envious of Bucky, getting to do one of the simple pleasures in life.

“I mean, they’re just going to keep falling,” he sighed and restest against his rake, after finding out about the news you moved into a semi-detached home instead of staying in the apartment. This was the first time either of you had dealt with a lawn, “why are we even doing this?” his hand brushed back his hair.

A twinge of sadness grew, “cause it’s my favourite thing,” you offered with a sad smile, “I love raking the leaves,” your hand found its way to your bump, soothing yourself.

“I know but why couldn’t your favourite activity be baking cookies or watching movies? Why labour?” He walked over to you and fixed the toque that sat crooked on your head, smiling widely when you barely fought back because of how often he did it.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “it made me feel like this…mysterious girl next door growing up like I was different because I wanted to rake leaves instead of baking cookies,” you stood up and bucky placed his hand on your stomach, “I got to listen to my own music, organize a place, and feel cool while doing it.”

Bucky giggled and pulled you into a hug, “well, we can do this another time but I think we deserve a break,” he pulled back, “all that watching must have worked you up an appetite,” Bucky threw his arm around you and walked you up the few steps to get to your house, you were so close to saying it but Bucky cut you off, “once you’re napping I’ll clean up the lawn.”

You had been directed by your doctor to rest more, that’s why you couldn’t rake the leaves. Bucky brought you straight to the couch and laid a blanket on you, walking into the kitchen after. Your eyes closed as you listened to him bang a few pots together, talking to himself as he cooked.

You must have fallen asleep because when the banging stopped you heard a little coo from Bucky, feeling him push your hair out of your face and begin to take off your bulky jacket, scarf, and mittens.

“I hope you know you’re not that mysterious girl next door anymore,” his voice was rumbling as he kept quiet, “you’re my wife and you’re gonna be that mother of our kid so I’m sorry I didn’t let you rake the leave because I’ve known you long enough to know you were upset about it,” his finger carefully pulled down your zipper, “but I hope you know in a years time we’re gonna have a little you running around and wanting to rake as well, making it go a little faster, I hope,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Still holding onto consciousness you gravitate towards him, “we’re gonna have a baby,” you whispered and pulled him onto the couch, “I love you, honey,” saying the words and realizing how your family was going to change soon was a lot to take in, if you weren’t so tired you would have been freaking out by now.

Bucky was quick to make you fall back asleep, “look at you,” you were curled in his chest, one hand protectively around your bump like always, even in the dead of sleep you were still protecting your baby, “you’re so cute, sometimes I look at you and realize how hard I've fallen in love with you; I love it.”

“If it’s a girl, can we name her Becca?” you mumbled, not meaning to say that out loud, that was supposed to be a conversation for tomorrow.

He laughed, “I’d love that.”

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popawritter12 · 1 month

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yandere high noon talon headcanons?

Yandere! High Noon Talon headcanons

Author's note: I like the initiative they all of you are taking, I never seriously thought about making headcanons for this skin <;3.

Chances of your loved ones being killed

We are talking about a fucking DEMON who travels on a fucking train where they take souls collected from other people.

A solid 70%

Although let's talk about if they don't die for him, they die for any of his other demon friends.

First impressions

You were an inhabitant of a seedy town, you lived with your partner in a house somewhat far from the rest of the town. While they both lived comfortably, it was more than obvious that both of you dealt with demons or other dangerous creatures.

While neither of obth of them were demon hunters, they could manage to keep other creatures or humans at bay solely to maintain their survival. Mainly they knew about the powder train, and about the “horsemen of the Apocalypse,” so to speak.

Even with all the bad experiences you had with bad blood demons, you were looking for peace with one of these. You were not a pacifist, but if you could avoid a fight where you were disadvantaged, then you avoided it.

You loved your partner very much, but you couldn't spend much time together because of their job on the railways, so most of the time you spent it alone, with you and your animals alone, you were the “perfect prey” for any demon.

However, you had some tools to defend yourself. And although more than once you questioned to what extent you could defend your beloved home and your own life from those beings eager for some soul to take, in the end there was always only one conclusion; that damn train won't take you today, or tomorrow, or that damn year.

One night, you find Talon; you had heard your dogs barking constantly and annoyingly, and it wasn't until you went outside that you saw him on the outskirts of your field, injured and weak.

Against all odds you took him home, but to a secluded place, one where your partner couldn't find him.

When he was able to speak, he just thanked you. Although you wanted to treat him well, you knew demons well, and you especially knew that given the slightest opportunity he would murder you, and take your soul to that damned railroad.

You didn't talk much to him, limiting yourself to asking him how he had gotten to that place and what had hurt him so much. He hummed a vague answer about a bandit (Though the "bandit" was only begging for they soul to not be stolen), and while you wanted to ask him more, you only gave him the benefit of the doubt about his alibi.

You were too cautious when talking to him, and only healed him and gave him some hot food, also saying that he had permission to sleep in that place until dawn, but that he would not be welcomed in another room in your house.

He, although he had planned to kill you, didn't do it, not because he “was actually a good person”, it was because there was something that did not allow him to do so.

He always had the chance, he could sneak up behind you and put a blade through your chest, but something in his mind wouldn't let him. Something rooted in his heart still beating against all thoughts of his mind, justifying his actions, and all of that prompted a humble act of kindness on your part.

It wasn't until dawn came that, in his twisted head, there was only the thought of letting you live, even if it was to know more about you before taking you to the train, to the place you hated so much.

First murder or Yandere act.

Talon resorts to watching you from afar, hoping to learn why his mind refuses the idea of taking you with him, but the more he looked at you, the more he tried to get closer to you or learn basic things like what you like to eat, the more the idea of take you away from your lover resoned in his head, to finally give you closure rather than leave you to your fate against any horseman of the apocalypse or any other demon bold enough to take your soul and carry it as if it were his property. But something that was particularly like a stab in the heart was discovering that you were in a relationship.

He wasn't particularly zealous with humans, I mean, he basically doesn't care about humans, being that he could kill them whenever he wanted, and however he wanted.

But seeing how that person took you, caressed your skin or filled your ears with words of love while spreading kisses all over your body… It was like one of the worst tortures for him.

And he decides to take this person's life.

Your partner was just as kind as you, but exclusively with humans; any other creature would not enjoy the same respect that they gives to his peers.

However, he was more absent-minded than you; Working so many hours on the railroad led them to feel quite tired, more than a regular one; more so due to the fact that their boss was not particularly friendly or companionable to his employees. That gave Talon many more advantages than he already had.

In a particular day, when he saw them leaving work, he decided to act. And it didn't take long until your beloved partner arrived home; full of stab wounds, wounds to the chest and face, while they could barely breathe. The sensations he was going through were like a living hell for them. As soon as you managed to take them in your hands, you dragged him to a nearby chair, before going to look for medicine, the hope of being able to save him lay in your mind, over and over again.

But when you saw your beloved again, you had the misfortune to see him too.

A grimace of anger appeared on your face, as you yelled at him if he was the author of such an attack. The blonde didn't answer you, he just looked at the dying one: now that he thought about it clearly, it was the first time he felt a certain… satisfaction, a pleasure ran through his heart like a beautiful tingling that could only be compared against the feeling he had when he found you for the first time, when he had the good fortune to find a human who received him with such warmth.

And his hand approached the body of that person; the blood generating an aroma between intense and tense in the air. You immediately jumped on him, a cry of desperation as you tried to save your loved one. Your screams were just desperate questions about why he did this, why he made you suffer so much, but he didn't answer you.

With all the pain in his heart, he hurt you; pushing your body against the wall in a brutal and even savage manner, before taking the soul of the dying person in his hands; a soft plea coming from the wandering soul as the person looked at the demon, the only thing you managed to understand was that your loved wanted him to leave you alone, that he could take their soul if he wanted but not to harm you or make you suffer.

Relationship or kidnapping

It was very clear that he wouldn't listen to those words at all, right?

As soon as you managed to open your eyes, you saw the corpse of your loved one; dead, rotting while only subtly leaning back. In front of you was the demon you had previously received for a simple impulsive act of kindness.

And it's obvious that he takes you. but not to the train. In his mind, there was only the idea of how beautiful you were as a human; even with his certain disdain for that species, to him you looked so good like this; weak, sensitive and even submissive under him.

But he hides you in a place where not even the railroad demon could find you; No one knew about your whereabouts from the moment he took you away from everyone, and rest assured that it will be like this until the end of your days.

Coexistence

Very irritating for you.

The few times he is with you he seeks to pamper you, give you hugs and kisses, no matter how much you deny him, he will continue to seek that affection over and over again, believing that sooner or later you would give in and accept his love. And even though you knew that was very far from reality, he insisted, to a totally irritating point.

He doesn't usually punish you, he isn't attracted to the idea of hurting you, deciding better to only threaten you in a way that he knew could cause fear within your heart, however if you are too stubborn, then it can drive him to a pretty big point of anger.

Marriage and family

In case you're wondering, no, I don't see either of those things as possible.

I mean, in marriage I say we're talking about a fucking DEMON, and in terms of getting along with your family, well, let's just say that at this point in the story it's pretty obvious that he's no longer interested.

If possible, children?

Nah,

He knows the end is coming, but in his mind he only thinks about spending as much time as he can with you, without letting any other demon or human lay a finger on you. He already had enough trouble trying to convince you that he was okay with EVERYTHING he did, so it would be even harder for him to want to have a child with you.

Bad ending.

I HAVE BEEN THINKING THIS FROM THE BEGINNING

Suppose that, after the kidnapping, you are cornered by another demon or human, who takes you away from where he had hidden you, and when he notices it he loses his mind.

Like Zed, he is capable of moving HEAVEN AND EARTH to find you again, and when he does, he makes a decision… something that does disagree with the decision Zed makes.

He hugs you, fills you with affection and I even dare to say that he can sob; saying that he was so afraid that they would take you away from him.

His caresses are sweet, his words are soft as cotton, almost as if he's actually been afraid of you walking away from him. You could even hear his heartbeat; accelerated, almost as if it were about to explode from so much adrenaline.

You thought that maybe it wasn't so bad, that maybe he really wanted to defend you and love you purely, after all he looked for you even under the rocks just to find you and give you a hug and tell you that he loved you. But a blade in your abdomen interrupted you. It didn't take long before he gave you a soft kiss on your lips, his eyes overflowing with tears that run down his cheeks while his weapon pierces and opens your delicate skin like a hunter opening his first hunted animal.

He whispered regrets and apologies to you so many times that your ears grew tired of hearing it, as if they just wanted to stop hearing his broken voice, but he couldn't help but do so.

His heart sank in his chest, feeling pure regret for having subjected you to this level, yet it was the first time that everything surrounding this world had finally surpassed him.

And, the moment he took the hand of your wandering soul, he could only feel the hatred in your eyes, the contempt with which you looked at him; he took everything from you, your life, your reason for living, the person you loved most, the ability to see any way to escape, and now he claimed your soul as his own, dragging your existence onto that train from which you had escaped for so long.

He would not allow any other demon to claim that person's soul, and if he had to separate their soul from their body in order to ensure that fact, then he would do it a thousand times over.

Reasons to be a Yandere

-In the story “A Stranger on the Road” the same story tell us that he can feel regret about killing humans, even when it was something he forced himself to do. He is able to feel, and is able to know that his actions are wrong, so we can assume that he has feelings as basic as regret or love.

-He's not used to someone's kindness, especially in a time as complicated as it is, well, THE ENTIRE HIGH NOON UNIVERSE.

(This section is short since I don't know what to put to justify the space, I try to compensate in the data part)

Extra data:

-This version of Talon is the most affectionate towards you, and we can see that he is a little more emotional than the other versions.

-He is very curious about you; He may know everything about you but he would ask you what you like over and over again, until he hates everything about you from head to toe.

-He enjoys you caressing his hair, since he feels that being in your arms was the best feeling that he couldn't compare to anything.

-After the bad ending, he follows you throughout the train, even trying to prevent other souls or demons from touching you; It wasn't because of fear of being hurt, just because of jealousy.

-He usually takes care of EVERYTHING after he takes you to the train, wanting to lock you in a car exclusively for yourself, just to prevent anyone else from laying a hand on you.

-If you meet your former partner on the train and try to talk to them, Talon will react badly; he would take you away from that person, even if it included dragging you by the hand.

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angelinthefire · 1 year

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ilovehowyouletmefall Destiel fics

So this is everything I've posted on AO3 since Nov. 5, 2020 (organized by length). I like to think there are a couple of unique contributions to the collective body of fanworks in here. If you haven't read my fic before, check it out, and I hope you find something you like!

my body aches to breathe your breath 839 words, rated E, PWP with feelings

Summary: “I used to think I wanted to possess you,” Cas said, his voice rough and confessional. “Fill your body with my true form, feel my grace in your fingertips, my light pressing against your skin."

Comment: "This is one of my favourite fics that I’ve read in like, a long while. It’s so lush, and hot, and hits the emotional beats sooo well"

Heal me with 3,023 words, rated T, 15x19 fix-it, hurt/comfort

Summary: When he gets the phone call, Dean thinks he’s finally cracked. But it doesn’t matter, because his legs are still carrying him to the crow’s nest, taking the stairs two at a time. And when Dean flings the bunker door open, Cas is there.

Comment: "ok dang I do not even know how you got ALL of this in just 3000 words, like my mind is blown at the sheer craft level. The sensory details that give it a lot of texture, the immediate facts of what's happening then translated into everyone's emotions and actions just being so tender and real. It's just all here."

Godot ain't got nothin' on me and my baby 10,489 words, rated M, MCD-ish, 15x20 fix-it, angst and depression

Summary: Castiel is the new Death. Dean can only see him when he's dying.

Comment: "This is so lovely and feels so right. As someone who's dealt with depression my whole life, the feeling of being stuck and just slightly outside of everything and everyone rang so true."

Status quo ante bellum 11,201 words, rated T, 15x19 fix-it, fluff and angst

Summary: Cas is back from the Empty, human, and convinced that his relationship with Dean is unsalvagable. Can Dean get his shit together in time to prove otherwise?

Comment: "Augh, this was so endearing. Cas stubbornly seeing only what he wants to see, and how restricted he feels by his human form ... Dean's food love language. Dean being frankly adorable. ... Great read <3"

Wandering Through Purgatory 11,216 words, mixed ratings G-E, anthology, purgatory fic, pic-fic

Summary: A collection of ficlets about Dean and Cas in Purgatory from back during the hiatus before season 8 when everyone on tumblr was writing pic fic and tag fic and spinning a fantastic version of Purgatory in our minds.

Comment: "I wasn't even remotely aware of when this was actually happening, BUT I'm glad I get to see these bits and pieces now and then, like a glimpse into the past. Much love❤️"

Full of Grace 11,399 words, rated E, 15x20 fix-it, fluff and angst and smut, trueform!Cas and tentacle sex

Summary: Dean wants to take things further with Cas. He just can’t get out of his own head. OR: Dean feels empty inside. Cas, um… fixes that.

Comment: "Holy fuck. First of all the writing is Unreal. Absolutely beautiful. Second of all this was simultaneously the hottest, most romantic, most genuine thing I've ever read. What the fuck I'm still completely gobsmacked"

Life Skills 26,052 words, rated E, s9 human!Cas, weird boy-bestfriends, fluff and smut and gender

Summary: Cas is human and comes to live in the bunker, and Dean spends a lot of time with him, sharing all of his favourite things. Dean can't help it if sharing things with Cas just makes everything better. Besides, it's Dean's job as Cas' friend to introduce him to the joys of human life. To teach him how to be human. And if one of the experiences they end up sharing is sex with women, well... that's just part of Dean's job as Cas' friend too, right? The desire is triangulated, the rituals are intricate.

Comment: "1: it was excruciatingly funny to see how far dean could take the 3-way (golden rule) without catching on to his own feelings 2: every single woman in this fic had me like "Good For Her" so well done there 3: 👀🔥🔥🔥🤌"

Ignite your bones 67,177 words, rated E, MCD, 15x19 fix-it, angst and grief

Summary: Chuck takes the Winchesters up on their offer in 15x19 and tells Dean to kill Sam. Dean, Cas, and Jack deal with the fallout for their relationships. It gets worse before it gets better.

Comment: "This fic flayed me alive and then put me back together again. Dean's pain throughout is so palpable, Cas's love so unshakeable, the tension between what they want and what they think they know and Cas trying to keep Jack safe and Dean trying to push everyone away and Cas's need to fix everything and Dean's determination to be broken. GOD. Oh and the way they're So Unwell about each other feels so true to their characters. I can't handle it. It's too good. I need to go outside and scream."

All your secret wishes series

I said show me something 7,195 words, rated E, 15x19 fix-it, PWP with feelings, toxic deancas

Summary: Dean didn't think that angels could feel love. But now that he knows he's wrong, he can use that to his advantage.

Comment: "This is so intriguing! You write a perfectly complex and at times disturbing alien Cas - and Dean! Dean, my man, what are you even doing. So very messed up and very Dean, I love it."

Forget your perfect offering 81,785 words, rated E, casgirl thesis

Summary: Cas was resurrected. Dean told Cas that he loves him, that he can have everything he wanted, but Cas has to stay with him. Cas promised that he would. The thing is, he didn’t realize how literal Dean was being. Now, Cas works on rebuilding Heaven with the angels, while he builds a new life with Dean. Neither of those things are as easy as Cas would have liked.

Comment: "the first fic in this series has been one of my all time favs so i was extremely excited for this sequel, and it did NOT disappoint!! u write every character so well and i love how much u focused on heaven and the angels bc i feel like the show never rly gave us closure and wasted a lot of opportunities w heaven/angel plot lines, which u absolutely nailed."

#destiel #deancas #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #fanfiction #by mi #long post

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zombiewhor3 · 1 month

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RESTLESS CONFESSIONS

fem reader x steve harrington

WARNINGS: reader has insomnia, mentions of demodogs (RIP bob) literally just pure fluff!

she had gotten a job during the summer at the Scoops-ahoy shop located just next to a clothing shop in the Hawkins Mall, Not because she wanted the teenage experience of working an ice cream job but instead she needed money to keep up with fixing her car, and well she hadn't wanted to let her best friend down.

to which now it was her first month into it and already she thought that maybe the idea of working in an icecream shop was the worst idea Steve Harrington had ever convinced her into doing.

because not only did she have to wear a hat that made her look like a fool, and say some stupid line over and over again she dealt with the sound of loud teens and children all day.

the cold freezers that had almost taken her life multiple times from their shitty locks, and the miserable washing of dirty and sticky dishes left behind from customers.

but the best part about it was she worked along side her friends and she got paid to basically scoop ice cream and retort cheesy pirate lines to each of the customers who came and went.

"hey dingus! can you get a barrel of vanilla from the freezer" she could hear robin yell from the back of the shop as she leaned against the front counter with a cash register in front of her.

the shop had been dead because it was only nine in the morning and not many people wanted ice cream at an hour like this. Even if the hot summer air of Hawkins was buzzing about them.

the hot air that had melted y/n on her way to work because she still couldn't afford to fix her air conditioner in her car that had broken many months ago.

since no one was in the shop or merely even passing by the shop she stepped away into the back to see Steve in the freezer.

he was burying himself while trying to keep the door open so he hadn't locked himself inside the freezer again, if it weren't for y/n and robin he would've accidentally killed himself.

he would've froze to death and been one with the ice cream

she held open the metal door for him so his foot could fully step into the freezer and grab a fresh barrel of vanilla because when they closed last night they forgot to replace it.

y/n yawned a little and closed the freezer door behind steve before she followed him out into the front of the store where he took the empty barrel from the cooler and placed the new one in.

"you get any sleep last night?" he asked and watched as she shook her head and tossed away the empty ice cream bucket.

"why not you've barely been sleeping these past few days, everything alright with you doll?" he could see the way she shrugged it off before finally responding when he gave her the look.

"just insomnia you know the usual of not being able to sleep" she pushed it away from her mind before taking a rag and wiping down the outside glass to the cooler to try and ignore his questions.

"you try those sleeping pills yet?" he watched her roll eyes and continue to wipe over the glass to which he knocked from the other side to get her attention so that she’d just look at him.

“i tried a few, but nothing works it just makes me feel like it’s impossible to get some sleep even just an hour or two”

she figured the issue would probably resolve itself or atleast she hoped it would, ever since the demo-dogs and the upside down came into her life she had acquired the unwanted insomnia.

not that she had nightmares but it was just like she could never could god damn sleep no matter what sleeping pills or meditation she tried, she even tried drinking so much caffeine to try and reverse it but instead it had caused her to stay up for two days straight.

nothing ever had seemed to work for her, well the only time she had ever gotten a full 8 hours of sleep after she grew her insomnia was the night with steve.

when he had spent the night at her place because he was absolutely blasted drunk and it was safer than having him drive home, maybe it was just because she felt safe knowing he was safe.

she was exhausted and she was waiting for each and every minute of her shift to go by so she could get some shut eye.

or atleast try to.

“y/n why am i here, it’s 11 at night? besides you should be getting some sleep for tomorrows opening shift” Steve asked as he slipped off his coat and left it on her couch.

she was standing there in her pajamas giving him a shrug because she didn’t want to admit it, she only had him there for the comfort and well when the sleeping pills didn't work he had become the last resort for her to get some sleep.

“talk sweetheart, you don't have to get shy with me"

“i need you to help me fall asleep, i just can’t no matter what i try to do” she finally spilt out and watched as he smiled a little at her.

“of course on the couch or your room, i can sleep on the floor with maybe a couch cushion or two?” he spoke and watched her shake her head as he followed her into the bedroom.

“sleep on the bed, my best friend doesn’t deserve to sleep on the floor or on my couch besides we don't need your back hurting for tomorrows shift” she huffed at him and slid in the bed,

she watched him slip off his shoes along with his socks.

he pulled off his sweater and was left in an undershirt, he undid his belt for a little more comfort and stripped away his socks.

he slid in next to her and laid straight flat on his back and stared up at her ceiling, she had a lamp on steve’s side,

“can you turn the light out please?” she asked and watched his hand reach over to pull the string that connected to the light bulbs switch.

“anything for my girl” he remarked and now it was dark in her room but he still laid in the same awkward position as he did.

“i’m sorry if this takes a while insomnia can’t be cured by having a you in my bed Harrington" she retorted playfully and felt the awkward feeling of his body shifting in the bed.

he could feel her toss and turn every few minutes and he started to feel a little ache in his heart knowing she couldn't sleep.

his hand rubbed her back a little and he felt her body slightly relax a little into the gentle touch of his palm.

"maybe i'm just the magic you need"

they had been going at this for a week now, steve sleeping over at her place, trying different techniques to make her sleepy.

reading books, breathing exercises, lavender bath salts, a warm shower and even trying to sleep on the couch it was all just somehow useless to get her to fall asleep.

she looked over at him on the cushion next to her with a soft frown,

"i'm sorry i made you go through this, i figured maybe having a friend over would help me cure it" she admitted and watched him shake his head a little at her before he stood up.

"i'm gonna find a way to get you to sleep y/n, you need your rest especially if you're gonna work shifts from six in the morning until all the way til closing time" he set down the mug of tea he had and gestured for her to take his hand.

to which of course she did, with a furrow of her brow as he pulled her out of the house and into his car, she buckled her seat belt and looked at him with a soft sigh.

"we already tried a car ride stevey, its not gonna work besides its just gonna be a waste of your gas" she frowned and watched him start up the car and without even saying a word until they had reached the main roads.

"yes but you've never tried it at night, besides if it works than it'll be a miracle if not i'll stop and buy us some snacks and a movie"

she smiled at his response and started to gaze out the window at how he was taking an unusual path, he was now driving on a dirt road and until he stopped at a blank spot.

just where there were only a few trees that shot up from the ground and they could see the sky so perfectly and clearly.

"stars is your solution?" she asked and bit down on her lip a little as they both had gotten out of the car to take a look above her.

"you're obsessed with them, you always complain about the light pollution especially from the mall, so maybe this will help"

without even another word she wrapped her arms around him, even if she couldn't sleep she could feel her heart pounding out of her chest from how much her love grew for him.

he popped open the back of his car and sprawled out a few blankets and pillows for her, he had a blanket and pillow tucked in his arm for himself and it made her tilt her head.

"can you sleep back here with me? just in case a snake or maybe a bug crawls in here?" she gave him the look, the one he couldn't resist and it always made him say yes to her.

as he laid back beside her he let out a little sigh before he began to talk, "you know i read about light therapy for getting people to fall asleep, most of the time the colors can help calm the brain"

"okay dr. harrington" she retorted back with a chuckle watching a shooting star fly across the sky and the only thing she could wish for was that harrington got her a full nights worth of sleep.

she closed her eyes for a second before wrapping herself up in the blanket that her and harrington were now sharing, embracing in the heat of his body she could feel the gentle feeling of a kiss he had placed a top of her forehead.

waking up with a soft breath she turned to look at her surroundings back in her living room wrapped in a blanket with the smell of something coming from the kitchen,

steve still wearing his mustard sweater and a pair of striped boxers had a pan in his hand cooking a pancake as the coffee brewed.

checking the time y/n cursed aloud it was past their shift time, by the time they got into work they'd be an hour or two late. "steve we're late for work, robin's gonna kill us!" she cried out and watched him chuckle a little.

"we have the day off i called robin, besides new hires are coming in today anyways" he could see the relief flush over her and she folded her arms with a little smile across her face.

"how'd you do it? how'd you get me to sleep a full 8 hours steve?'' she asked and looked at him, setting the pan down and rubbing over the side of her cheek he kissed the top of her forehead.

"this was just the magic you needed"

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things 4 #steve stranger things #smut steve #steve x reader #steve harrington #nancy stranger things #stranger things robin #robin buckley

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messysketchyobeyme · 10 months

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Fanning the Flames

Satan/Reader

Summary:

Satan asks you an interesting, yet personal question.

He isn't sure if he wants to know the answer.

A/N:

I am obsessed with the daily chats in Nightbringer, especially Satan's "Surveying Potential Partners" 1-3. It's so cute.

I wanted to write a fic based on them. I hope you enjoy it. :)

(Nightbringer Spoilers)

Word Count: 1,084

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Satan's wrath was like a raging fire that burned within him, threatening to break out and destroy anything in its path. That fire followed him wherever he went, suffocating him until he could only feel blind rage.

Although Satan could never completely snuff that flame out, there were times when it'd subside to the point where he could breathe a little—those moments mainly happened when you were around. It was strange, but you were one of the only people unafraid of him whenever he flew into another one of his destructive rampages. You were always patient with him but firm, almost as though you had dealt with this sort of stuff before.

Either way, how you treated him filled him with a new emotion he had never felt before. It wasn't wrath nor the neutral sensation of being 'fine' that he had grown accustomed to. It was a feeling that made Satan long to be near you, think about you every day, and wonder when he’d see you again. He blamed it for forcing him to invite you to the House of Lamentation today.

Right now, you sat in the armchair across from him, drinking a hot cup of your favorite drink. A book laid in your lap. The library was quiet enough that Satan could hear the paper crinkle each time you turned a new page. He had a book and drink of his own, but he could hardly focus on them when you were right there. He tapped the cover of his book while he snuck a few glances your way.

Before Satan could process what he was doing, he piped up, “Hypothetically speaking, if you could date one of us brothers, who would it be?”

You paused mid-page-turn, and Satan realized the gravity of what he had just said. He tried to hide his burning face behind his book, but that proved to be useless. Your laughter made him peek out to see that familiar smug expression plastered across your face.

“Does it have to be one of your brothers?” you asked, placing your mug and book on the side table.

Huh. You had been spending so much of your time at the House of Lamentation that he had assumed that you were romantically interested in at least one of them. Satan supposed that Simeon lived here, too, so you could be coming over to see him. Then again, you did live with Solomon, and your relationship with that sorcerer was a little…odd.

You laughed again. Satan shook his head. “Please, don’t tease me like this,” he said.

“Sorry, sorry,” you said, covering up your mouth. You stopped laughing, your subsequent sentence coming off a little more serious. “Are you sure you can handle the answer to that question?”

Satan dug his fingers into his knees. “Yes.”

You sat up straight. “Alright, but can I give you a hint, instead? I’m a little shy.”

You didn’t sound particularly shy to him, but Satan knew that a hint was all he could take. He wasn’t sure if he could handle you saying a name out loud, especially if it was anything other than his name spilling out of your lips.

"That's fine."

"Okay, let's see…" You tapped the bottom of your lips a couple of times. Satan had to look away. "Well, they're cute."

"That's not particularly descriptive."

"I suppose you're right," you said, "Let me think of another one."

Butterflies fluttered around anxiously in his stomach, and his head buzzed with anticipation. There was a real possibility that you didn't see Satan as a potential romantic partner at all. He wouldn't blame you if that were the case. Even Satan had to admit that his temper tantrums were a significant flaw on his part. Still, even the mere idea of you not liking him back made his heart ache terribly.

"Go on," he said, his leg bouncing up and down. He didn't want to rush you, but you were taking so long.

"My, my, aren't you anxious?"

"...A little," he admitted.

You smiled apologetically. "Fine, I'll stop teasing you." You moved to sit a little more comfortably. "Uh, the brother I would date is intelligent…"

So, that took away Mammon and maybe Beelzebub.

"...they're pretty outgoing, in my opinion…"

That left him, Asmodeus, and Lucifer.

Satan tensed up. This was so much worse than he thought it would be. So much worse. He was only a few seconds away from calling the whole thing off.

"...I would say they are sophisticated when they want to be…"

That only left him and Lucifer.

Please, don't let it be Lucifer. Please, don't let it be Lucifer. Please don't let it be Lucifer.

Satan was about to combust on the spot. The anxiety welled up in his chest, making it more and more difficult to think rationally. Was this how Leviathan felt all of the time?

"...and they're someone I like to spend time with." You looked him directly in the eye. Satan hoped that you didn't notice him jump. "Even when we're not actively doing anything, just being with them is enough to make me happy."

Satan stared at his hands. The fire inside of him burned with a higher intensity than he was used to, but it wasn't of the same wrath he had always felt. His skin was hot and his head tingled, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. Quite the opposite.

"I–" Satan realized that he didn't know what to say. "Thank you. I feel quite relieved."

"Does that answer your question?" You smiled like you weren't the one responsible for his dangerously fast heartbeat.

Satan chose his words carefully. "Yes, it does," he said quietly.

"Good," you replied, picking up your book and flipping to where you had left off, "I'm glad."

Satan returned to his own book but still struggled to pay attention, now for an entirely different reason. Giddiness blossomed inside him, and it took everything in his power not to outwardly show it. Although it was only hypothetical, the fact that you would choose him to date out of the rest of his brothers made him feel warm and fuzzy.

It was him, you would choose him. The weight of your words lifted his spirit, and he found solace in the fact that you saw something in him worth pursuing. As he tried to focus on his book, his mind danced with bliss, cherishing the knowledge that you, above all others, had chosen him.

#Obey Me #Obey Me Satan #Obey Me MC #Satan/Reader #Fanfic

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endless-weightless · 10 months

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Hobie Brown ÑSFW alphabet.

Having some serious spider-punk brain rot rn so enjoy the hornies (I made this switch!reader and switch!Hobie even though I'm a dom so enjoy irls)

TAGS/WARNINGS: smut (duh), gn!eader, both Hobie and reader are switches, brief mention of drugs

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

Although Hobie loves rough sex, he gives the most gentle and loving aftercare ever, and he'll fall in love instantly if he receives it. He's especially giving, so if he's fucked you a little too silly, he'll stay with you until you come to your senses and then go get you some water, even if he's still butt booty naked.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part on them and on their partner)

For him, it's his hands and shoulders. He's got some pretty huge hands, and when the two of you compare hand sizes, he feels all fuzzy inside, like he needs to protect you (size kink moment, lol). And for you, it'd have to be your lower stomach, like right above where your underwear would start. Toned, lil chub, lots of chub, happy trail, he doesn't care. He finds it so fucking hot when you stretch your arms above your head and your lower stomach peeks out from your shirt. If you wear low-rise pants and a top that barely covers your torso fully, you're guaranteed to give him a boner.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He absolutely loves cumming on your stomach, chest, back and face. To him, there's just something so hot about you looking all fucked out and covered in his cum. But when it comes to you, he prefers to make sure none goes to waste. If you're fucking him he's letting you cum inside him, if he's sucking you off or eating you out he's swallowing every single bit.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He will never say this out loud (despite him being very open about what he wants and likes) but he'll occasionally hint at it. He really fucking wants to be manhandled like a ragdoll and just be ploughed for as many rounds as possible, and edged too. Honestly, he just wants to be fucked so hard that he's a crying and begging mess who can't get a full sentence out by the end of it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hobie 100% knows what he's doing. He's hooked up with and dated plenty of people of different genders and sexes (CARN THE PANSEXUAL!HOBIE HEADCANON). He's dealt with all sorts of toys and knows the ins and outs (pun intended) of sex, whether it be oral, vaginal or anal.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

If he's topping, his favourite position would definitely be the g-whiz (odd name, I know). It's comfy for both of you and he loves seeing all the expressions you make. But if you're topping him, he loves classic doggy style, or just being bent over any surface (bonus points if it's in front of a mirror and you grab him by the hair to make him look at the reflection).

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Of course this fucker's pulling jokes, it's Hobie Brown. He'll crack a few jokes to degrade you while he's blowing your back out and he'll try to tease you by making a few comments here and there when you're domming him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't do any sort of grooming, he's all-natural. He probably has a lil happy trail and a noticeable amount of thick-ish hair, but nothing outrageous. Unrelated but if you don't take up his offer to be eaten out because you haven't shaved he'll probably say some shit like "Welcome to the jungle, baby." because who doesn't love a good Guns 'n Roses reference?

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Hobie's definitely more used to sex being casual and not super intimate or romantic, but when he wants or needs to be romantic, he'll go all out. He'll steal a fancy bottle of wine and lay rose petals all over the bed, even if it means cleaning the bed for a week straight. To sum it all up he'd do anything to make sure you felt loved and treasured.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Probably jerks off once every one or two days since he has a high sex drive. Definitely sighs whimpers your name as he gets closer and his eyes probably roll back just a little bit. He also jerks off because it just helps him relax and fall asleep sometimes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I'm gonna have a field day with this one hehe.

Light bondage - using a belt as handcuffs, using his webs as restraints or using your panties as a gag

Mirror sex - being able to see both of your expressions regardless of the position

Marking - lipstick marks, bite marks, hickeys/bruises and running mascara

Dacryphilia - either one of you being fucked dumb or overstimulated to your limits and leaving you in tears

Degradation - making fun of you and mocking you when he's domming and you calling him all sorts of names when he's subbing

Sadism/masochism - him torturing you and him being tortured by you, spanking (he'd probably cum on the spot if you slapped him across the face when you're riding him/pounding him), biting (maybe even a little blood if you both discussed it)

Piercings - loves a good tongue piercing ;;;;) also, if you came home with your nipples pierced randomly one day he'd get a boner so fast it would concern medical professionals

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

While Hobie enjoys fucking in any possible location at home, he also has his list of locations outside the comfort of your home. Sketchy pub bathroom stalls, dark alleyways and storage rooms at the Spider-society's HQ are his personal favourites.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

TEASING! Doesn't matter what role either of you have taken, he fucking loves teasing. Again, he loves piercings. Seeing you just being braless, even if it's not in a sexual context, you wearing any of his clothes or even accessories and just your scent (he's already got heightened senses, so your scent just sends him over the edge sometimes). Going commando under a skirt or dress too, if you feel like it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's pretty much open to anything, but he'd be a bit iffy about CNC. He'd probably hate age-play, too. Some stuff like primal roleplays might weird him out but he'd try to sit down and learn, but that'd be the most he'd do. However, he'd be willing to try anything at least once if you really liked it because he loves you that much.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Definitely prefers giving (he probably has a tongue piercing for a reason). Please wrap your legs around his head when he's eating you out/ sucking you off, he'll actually whimper. He's absolutely insane at giving head, and he loves it too. He knows exactly what he's doing and can have you arching your back and moaning his name in record time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Hobie prefers thrusting fast and rough for either of you two, and if you ask him to slow down, he'll probably speed up to tease you (consensually, of course). He only really likes going slow when it's to tease, be romantic, or just to have a lazy fuck.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Adores quickies. He's always ready to go and can always find a good hiding place when you both find yourselves with ten free minutes. He loves being able to fuck whenever he wants, but the only thing he doesn't like is not being able to be loud and hear you and not being able to incorporate a lot of BDSM elements into quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He fucking loves risks. To him, the danger of being caught is part of the fun. He'll want to fuck subtly in public, sneak out of Spider-society meetings, and even fuck while he's still in his spider suit on patrol. He gets a rush that drugs could never recreate. (Speaking of drugs, he doesn't mind getting stoned and then having lazy high sex)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

When I say he could last for hours, I fucking mean it. He's Spider-man; he's going to have the stamina of a god. He'd probably last a while unless you start edging him, then he becomes a stuttering mess. I feel like the rougher you got with him, the less stamina he'd have.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He definitely owns a few toys, nothing too fancy or crazy, just a vibrator, a cockring and maybe a dildo. He probably wouldn't use a dildo on himself - though that doesn't mean he doesn't like getting pegged/taking dick in general - but I can see him using a vibrator. Though he's definitely experimented with toys, he wouldn't go out of his way to buy a lot of them considering the price and how he's just not that obsessed, but if you are then you best believe he's robbing every sex shop in the city for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hobie is the biggest tease to ever tease. He'll tease you when he's got you pinned down, and he'll tease you in public knowing damn well he'll be punished for it later. He's both a brat and a mean dom, and it can seriously piss you off sometimes, but it's all part of the fun.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

WHORE ALERT WHORE ALERT WEEWOOWEEWOO. This man is SO LOUD, like to the point where he sounds like he's enjoying himself more than you, even when he's just giving you head. He'll whimper, whine, moan, sob, growl; you name it. If you're fucking him particularly hard, he'll start letting out these heavenly sobs while he's begging. Overall, he is very loud and won't adjust his volume even if you're trying not to be caught.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Would wear any kind of skimpy outfit/costume if you'd hinted towards wanting him to wear something, and he'd probably enjoy it too. Granted, he'd put his own twist on the items, but it'd still be a welcomed surprise.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's tall and skinny, so we all know this guy's probably got a HORSE COCK. But in all seriousness, he's probably 6 to 6.5 inches and definitely more lengthy than girthy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's totally horny often, maybe even every day. He's ready to go whenever you are and will never complain about going multiple rounds. He'll occasionally tease you when you're in a non-sex-related setting but will always stop if you seem uncomfortable or want to stop.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'd definitely be tired, but he'd stay up until he was sure you were fast asleep, even if it took hours. He likes to clean up some more and sort out some things before crawling into bed with you. Once he's under the covers with you he is out.

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This took me five and a half hours to write you better fucking like this /hj

#spider man #spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk #hobie brown #hobie x y/n #hobie x reader #hobie my beloved #x reader #gn reader

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foreverindreamlandd · 2 years

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Party Like it's 1984

Pairing: Neighbor!Steve Harrington x Plus Size!Reader

WC: 3.1k

Summary: You and Steve arrived at the Halloween party separately - him with Nancy, you with Robin and Keith. But when shit goes down with the new kid Billy Hargrove, everything gets a bit mixed up.

Warnings: Underage drinking, Billy Hargrove being an absolute asshole, bullying, fat-shaming, name calling, protective Steve.

Note: This is part of the Neighbor!Steve x Plus Size!Reader AU, but you do not need to read the previous parts to read this one! Takes place during the Halloween episode of season 2. This one's a bit angsty....also ignore Nancy in the gif plz it was the best one I could find :,)

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“This is a bad idea,” you mumbled, shifting in your seat until the buttons of your shirt were no longer pulling open.

Robin turned to you from the passenger seat. “Come on, babe. You promised we could go. Besides, we look hot. Right, Keith?”

Keith muttered something incoherent. “How long do we have to be at this thing again?” he asked.

“Until Tammy Thompson flirts with lady Indiana Jones,” you responded, staring at your reflection in the rearview mirror. Maybe if you pulled your own dark brown fedora, no one would be able to recognize you.

Robin started sputtering in an attempt to form a defense, but eventually just crossed her arms and went silent.

You were right, after all.

When you had agreed to let Robin drag you to this Halloween party, you imagined you could just throw on some witch mask and continue being invisible as you strived to be in the halls of Hawkins High. But then, your horrible, mean, psychotic best friend convinced you to wear matching costumes.

“Why do men get to wear the fun, hot, rogue archeologist outfit?” she had argued while the two of you thrifted for your costume pieces at Goodwill. “We could make it look even better. Sexier.” She winked and you groaned.

Sure. She could. With the cinched waist, the dazzling smile, and the stellar leather jacket she managed to find in her size.

They definitely didn’t have one in yours. So you went with the more casual look, a light brown button up that was a little too tight in some places, the top buttons undone to reveal a white tank top, sleeves rolled up your forearm and threatening to cut off circulation.

It would have been easier to find a large blazer to cover up your body, to hide the way these clothes clung to your skin.

But then you would have dealt with an even worse issue, the sweat. It may have been a cool October evening, but you knew that in a house full of horny, drunk teenagers, you would be standing in a gross, smelly sauna. If you had the blazer, you’d probably have put stains and sweat marks traveling down your back (or even worse, your backside).

So even though both costume choices weren’t ideal, you decided to go with the lesser of two evils.

Still, there were moments when you were getting ready, when you applied the red lipstick and adjusted the fake whip to your waist, that you did feel like a badass heroine. Where you felt….pretty.

The sentiment would usually go away when you turned to see yourself at the “bad” angle in the mirror, and then the dread would return.

That feeling of dread returned as you felt your stomach turn to knots as Keith parked the car and you all got out.

You began your approach to the house, music blaring loud enough to be heard from the end of the street. The yard was in shambles, and there were hoards of people trying to get inside.

Your feet began to slow. “You know, maybe you two should go in. I can just hang out in the car-”

Robin whipped her head around, eyes wide and terrifying. “Y/n, listen to me.” She reached out and grabbed your hand. “You look fucking amazing. Please just come inside. If you aren’t having fun in 20 minutes, we can go, okay? Please?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, looking between the front door and your best friend.

Finally, you squeezed her hand and nodded. Robin jumped in excitement and pulled you with her as she scurried to the entrance, Keith following behind in his vampire costume.

It was chaos the moment you walked inside. People everywhere, limbs flying all over the place as they yell-sang to the music and danced along. It smelled like cheap beer and smoke and you instantly felt dizzy from the overstimulation.

Your hand tightened around Robin and she turned back with another reassuring smile. “Let’s get a drink, k?”

You swallowed, forcing a smile and nodding. She pulled you along through the moving bodies, some of them bumping into you and making you that much more aware of how much space you took up.

On your journey, your eyes flashed to the left, somehow able to immediately spot Steve as if being pulled to him.

He looked….amazing. The black shirt and blazer hugging his form in the best ways, his hair waving around as he danced, the sunglasses that made him look cool despite wearing them inside…at night.

His smile, which could have lit up the whole room if needed.

Tom Cruise had nothing on Steve Harrington.

Looking at him, you felt instantly at peace, and you felt your own smile creeping up your face.

A cruel, invasive daydream formed in your mind as you watched him. You imagined him turning over and meeting your eye, and him stopping short, completely entranced by you.

You imagined the way he would take off his sunglasses to get a better look, eyes not leaving you as he practically floated over to where you were…hand moving up to graze his knuckles over your skin..

And then you watched his gaze find the figure in front of him, and the smile instantly dropped.

Nancy looked stunning. Her tiny frame bouncing up and down to the music, perfect brown hair tied back.

Steve’s smile widened as he watched her, as did the crack forming in your heart as you watched him.

You made your way to the backyard where the keg was, grimacing as you watched a couple guys holding someone over it for a keg stand, counting and shouting wildly.

Thankfully, there was another keg a few feet away so you didn’t have to get any nearer to that.

The guy manning the keg looked you and Robin up and down, and you felt his gaze linger at your stomach a few seconds longer than the rest of your body. Your arms instinctively shifted to cover it up.

As soon as the drinks were in your hands, you nudged Robin. “Let’s go back inside.

Just then, the guy doing the keg stand was brought back to the ground, wiping his mouth and roaring into the air.

Billy Hargrove. The new kid and apparently the new reigning king of Hawkins High.

A total fucking asshole. Smug, arrogant, a bully. You caught him in his car a few times screaming at his younger sister, or harassing some of the girls.

Billy was trouble, and you wanted nothing to do with it.

That thought entered your mind as soon as his eyes flashed over to you. He puffed his chest out, looked you up and down, then grimaced as he walked away.

“This was a bad idea,” you tried to yell to Robin over the crowd as you walked back inside. “Can we go ho-”

“Oh, there’s Tammy!” Robin exclaimed, totally oblivious to everything happening. She hooked her arm around yours and pulled. “Come on!”

Of course, Tammy was right fucking next to Steve Harrington, making heart eyes at the back of his head as he danced with Nancy.

He finally noticed you when you were about five feet away, you pulling away from Robin and moving to hug the wall.

“Hey!” he said, surprise in his voice as he rested his sunglasses on the top of his head and looked you up and down.

You braced yourself for the same judgment you received from the other two guys this evening. For any sign of a grimace, any disgust in his expression.

His eyes widened, and his smile grew. “You look fucking awesome!”

Your chest swelled. “Really?” you asked, voice inaudible with the music blasting.

“Hell yeah! I love it. Totally badass.”

He started saying something in a quieter voice and it got jumbled through the noise. “What?” you yelled.

Suddenly, he was leaning in, lips inches away from your ear. “If I ever hear word about an ancient, impossible to find treasure, I’m calling you up.”

A smile crept up your face and you nodded. “You got it, Steve.”

Nancy was still dancing, not noticing you, which was fine because you were too distracted by the way Steve’s body turned to face you completely as he leaned back to engage in any small talk. He rested his hands on his hips.

“So?” he started. “What do you think of my look?”

You rolled your eyes, instantly feeling more at ease than you had five minutes ago. “Tom Cruise ain’t got nothing on you.”

His brows raised, a look of….awe? or something painted across his face for a millisecond before he regained composure. He nodded.

“Someone put that on my tombstone,” he responded.

The two of you laughed, you lightly shoving his arm and he leaned into you.

And just like that, the music and loud noise faded around you, and there weren’t any drunk people in costumes, there was no stale scent of beer and cigarettes and weed.

All you could hear was the pounding of your heart, all you could see was the man before you, and all you could smell was the cologne drifting from his neck into your nostrils.

You had hardly ever drank alcohol in your life, so it might have been the few sips of beer you had consumed, but you could have sworn his eyes flickered to your mouth and that he might have leaned forward-

“I’m getting another drink,” Nancy suddenly slurred. Steve whipped his head toward his girlfriend and you followed suit, watching her tiny body stumble away into the crowd.

He groaned, eyes tracking her movements. “I should go with her.” He turned to you with a smile that looked more like a grimace. “She’s had way too much. Time to cut her off.”

You nodded. “Good luck.”

Steve stared at you a few moments longer. “You really do look great tonight, Y/n. Not that you don’t always. It’s just…” he shook his head. “Nevermind. I’ll see ya around, okay?”

Another nod. “Sounds good,” you said, trying to hide your disappointment.

You watched him walk away before turning around, noticing Robin leaning against the wall, staring at you in disgust.

You mimicked her expression. “What?”

“What the hell was that?” she accused, standing straight.

“What the hell was what?”

She scoffed, waving her hand out in front of you. “That! You and dumb Harrington practically eye-fucking each other.”

You barked out a laugh, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.” You took a sip of beer.

“Am not! You’re like, totally in love with him, aren’t you?”

And then you were choking on your sip of beer, coughing and sputtering.

Robin groaned. “Y/n, come on! Him? That dipshit sucks!”

“He does not and you know that! Remember when he forced Tommy to switch lockers with him so that I stopped getting harassed? He also drives me to school everyday!”

She snapped her fingers, eyes widening in an aha! moment. “But Keith has offered to drive you and you keep saying no! Because you want your Harrington time!”

You jumped forward, covering her mouth with your hand. “Robin. Stop.”

Robin licked your hand and you yelped.

“Listen,” she said when you finally pulled your hand away, voice quieter, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, okay? So if your heart wants that clown, then fine. But if he does one thing to upset you, his ass is grass.”

You nodded, expression softening at the sweet yet somewhat terrifying sentiment. “I love you, too.”

She smiled. “Come on, let’s get another drink.”

Instead of going outside, Robin led you to the kitchen where there was a massive punch bowl. The fumes it gave off as you stood over it seemed dangerous.

Hell, maybe this would help you loosen up a bit.

Just as you were about to head back to your spot, Robin froze, eyes following Tammy Thomspon as she approached the punch bowl.

You looked over to her and smiled, squeezing her hand. “Good luck, bud.”

She swallowed and squeezed your hand back before you let go and walked back to your safe space by the wall.

You did your best to try to make your body as small as possible, not wanting people to bump into the fat girl and have yet another excuse to judge you and your larger body.

You did your best, but nothing could have prepared you for the moment that Billy Hargrove barrelled across the room, knocking straight into you and spilling your punch all over your button up.

Billy scrunched his face staring at you. “Watch it, cow.”

You stood there, a mixture of shock and embarrassment making it impossible for you to move. You wished that you could just disintegrate into the floor and never be seen here again-

“The fuck did you just call her, Hargrove?” You turned your head to the right to see Steve storming over, eyes ignited with rage. He stopped once he was between you and Billy.

Billy smirked. “Look, King Steve, it’s not my fault. Some things are just too big to ignore.”

Wow, this kid sure fucking knew how to get you right where it hurt.

Steve took another step forward, and you watched his hands clenched into fists. When he spoke next, his voice was low, threatening. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that or I swear to God-”

Billy let out a low, antagonizing chuckle as he took a swig of beer. “Damn Harrington. I thought you preferred skim milk,” his eyes flickered over to Nancy stumbling out of the house in Jonathan Byers’s arms, then over to meet yours, “not heavy cream.”

Steve lunged at Billy, right arm swinging back to ready a punch.

You grabbed said arm, pulling him back.

“Steve, stop,” you whispered, hand clinging to him. “Ignore him. It’s not worth it.”

He looked at you in horror. “What the hell does that mean?”

You shook your head, forcing the tears back. “Just…please. I don’t want to deal with this.”

Steve stared at you for a long moment, chest heaving up and down. From the corner of your eye, you watched Billy saunter away, smug smile growing.

Finally, he relaxed, and you let go of his arm as he moved to take your hand. “Come on,” he said softly. “I’ll take you home.”

Another shake of your head. “It’s fine. Robin and Keith can take me.”

His jaw clenched, and he looked up to scan the room until he found Robin in the kitchen. He looked at you, eyes wide with concern. “Wait here one moment.”

You watched as he walked over to Robin, whispering something in her ear. Her eyes went to you, and when she looked back at Steve she glared, mumbling something in response.

All Steve did was nod, then walked back to you.

“Let’s go, Y/n.” His hand went back to yours, and you were too tired to keep fighting.

He kept hold of your hand until you got to the maroon BMW. He walked over to the trunk and pulled out an oversized Hawkins High Basketball sweatshirt, handing it to you.

You nodded in thanks, silently praying that it would fit.

“You can change in the car,” he murmured, walking over to the passenger side to open the door for you.

Another nod from you and you stepped in. He waited a few seconds - back turned to you as he blocked your window from any onlookers - and then moved over to the driver’s side.

It was silent the entire ride home, you staring outside the window, Billy’s words playing in an endless loop in your mind.

The car pulled to a stop outside your house, Steve’s movements slow as he turned the ignition off, bringing his hands back to the wheel.

Had they been clenched around it that tightly this whole time?

Silence.

“Is that really how you feel?” he finally asked, looking over to you in such a pained expression that you felt your heart break.

“What?” you whispered.

“That you’re not worth it? That you don’t deserve having someone beat the shit out of some asshole who thinks they can say such awful, fucking untrue things to you?”

Your bottom lip trembled. “Steve..”

“No, Y/n, listen.” His hands somehow clenched the steering wheel even more tightly. “If anyone thinks of being a dick to you ever again, I’m swinging. You can try to act like it doesn’t hurt you or that you don’t care, but I do. And I’m not letting it slide.”

A tear fell down your cheek and you smiled.

“Steve Harrington, my stubborn knight in shining armor.”

Steve laughed, his body relaxing and he shook his head. “What can I say?” His eyes met yours and your breath hitched from the intensity of them. “You’re worth protecting.”

You swallowed, suddenly dizzy from the sincerity in this voice. If only you had managed to drink more of that toxic punch to give yourself more liquid courage to be in this moment.

But alas, you hadn’t so you were too sober to delve any further into this conversation.

“Is Nancy okay?” you asked, changing the subject back to his girlfriend.

The light left Steve’s eyes and he sighed. “I don’t know. She had a lot to drink and sort of freaked out.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shook her head. “She’s…she’s been through a lot lately. I try to help her the best I can, but sometimes I don’t think I’ll ever be enough.”

“Hey,” you said, hand reaching out to take his. “You’re always enough, Steve. More than enough. Nancy seems great, but if she can’t see that, then she honestly doesn’t deserve you.”

Shit….maybe I’ve had more to drink than I thought.

Steve looked down at your hand, his thumb stroking your knuckles once before he looked back at you.

“Nanc….she said something tonight. About you.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you blinked a few times. “What did she say?”

Steve stared at you, and you could almost see a million little gears turning in his head as he thought of the next thing to say.

Finally, he released your hand, eyes leaving yours. “She said you looked really great tonight. Incredible, actually.”

Your shoulders relaxed, though you didn’t realize how tense they had gotten in those few seconds of silence. “Oh…that was really nice of her.”

“She meant it,” he mumbled. His hand went back to the ignition. “I should get going.”

You nodded, reaching for the handle. “Thanks for the ride.”

He nodded. “Anytime.”

You forced yourself not to look back as you approached the front door to your hours, which meant you missed how Steve’s eyes didn’t leave you until you were safely inside, the hand once again tightening around the steering wheel before he drove home.

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saythenamecabebe · 10 months

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You're Losing Me...

A|N: Sorry if this sucks. I wrote this while I was half asleep, don't ask why, lol. I recommend listening to Taylor Swift's song 'You're Losing Me'. But yeah, I hope you guys enjoy it. Let me know what you think. There might be some parts of the song that I cut off because it would've been too long, and yeah. I'm not good with long stories, lol

Warnings ⚠️: break up, cheating. I'm not sure what else. I forgot

Pairings: Junkook x reader (mentions of a Suga and Jimin)

"I don't understand," Jungkook says.

"I know you don't," I tell him. "But we can't continue to live like this. It feels as if this relationship hasn't been working for quite some time, and I feel like I'm just trying to hold onto the last thread of hope that it would eventually go back to how it was. I hoped that you would've left her, but you never did. I loved you so fucking much, sadly I still do love you, but I had to come to terms with the fact that you don't love me anymore. You chose her over me, and that's fine. I just can't do this anymore."

We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't.

Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light

Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time

I was truly hoping by some miracle that it was just an insane prank and hoping that Jungkook would never do a thing like that to me, but the ache in my heart reminds me that it truly hppened. I looked out of the open window, the sun had gone down hours ago, and no light was left in the cold room. Darkness is all I see and feel. Darkness that swallows my frame, darkness that's slowly seeping into my soul and mind. I sigh, and I slowly get up from the couch. I close the window and head upstairs to my room.

Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?

I'm getting tired even for a phoenix

Always risin' from the ashes

Mendin' all her gashes

You might just have dealt the final blow

'What do I do now? Do I throw everything away, or do I keep it? Will this pain eventually go away? Or will it forever make a home in my heart?' I sigh, and I open the door to my room and take a look around. What was once colorful is now dull, black, and grey filling the room. Tears blur my vision and roll down my cheeks. My heart was aching as I looked at the bed that was once ours. 'Once ours'. I wipe the fresh tears away with my sleeve and head to the washroom. As I finish washing my face, I grab a towel and dab it onto my skin. I walk out and lay on my bed. I sigh in exhaustion as I feel my body sink into the mattress. I turned to the side where he slept and grabbed the pillow. It smelled like him. My eyes begin to water again, and I wipe them away. Refusing to shed any more tears for him. It's his fault for cheating, not mine. I feel my eyes beginning to shut, and sleep consumes me.

Birds chirping, the gentle morning breeze hits my skin. I lay on my back and stretch my stiff body. I get up from the bed and into the washroom. It feels as if I was hit by a ton of bricks, so I turn on the shower in hopes that will help relax me. I hop in the hot shower and instantly feel my sore muscles relax.

Stop, you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

For you

'Cause you're losin' me

~*FLASHBACK*~

"Why?!" I yelled. "How can you be so selfish and throw everything away?!"

He stays silent while looking at the ground.

"SAY SOMETHING BECAUSE YOU'RE LOSING ME!"

He snaps his gaze to me and starts sobbing.

"It was a stupid mistake. It didn't mean anything," Jungkook said. "I-I....I didn't...I was just...so lonely. Being away from you for months. Not being able to physically be with you. Took a toll on me, I went out with the boys and got drunk. I bumped into her, and it just happened. Baby, I'm sorry. Please, I can't lose you."

"Don't call me baby. You have no fucking right to call me that right now."

"Y/N, please, I'm so sorry. It will never happen again, just please give me one more chance."

"No"

"Baby, please"

I look at Jungkook. His eyes were red, and his hair that was once neat was now messy. My heart aches at the sight of him, his hand touches my face, his finger caressing my cheek, and I lean into his warm, soft touch. He wipes away my tears as I do the same for him. He grabs my hand and leaves kisses on my knuckles.

"O... Okay," I say. "Okay, Kook. I forgive you."

He smiles, and he gives me a kiss. We break apart, and he kisses my forehead. I sadly smiled as I wrapped my arms around his waist, and I held him as I felt my heart with a heavy feeling.

Every mornin', I glared at you with storms in my eyes

How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dyin'?

"Kook," I say, trying to get his attention. "Jungkook!"

"Yeah?"

He looks at me with an annoyed expression on his face.

"You've been on your phone this whole morning. Can you please put down your phone? We haven't talked for weeks and I would like to have a conversation with my boyfriend."

"Fuck off, you can't tell me what to do. Plus, it's the boys discussing about the comeback."

"Koo-"

His phone dings, and he smiles at the screen. He rushes to get his jacket and shoes on. He grabs the keys from the bowl at the entrance.

"Don't wait up," he yells out. "I love you"

I get up and carry the dishes to the sink.

"Yeah, love you, too." I sadly say.

I sent you signals and bit my nails down to the quick

My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick

"Today's our 5 year anniversary, baby," I smiled. "Since you're coming home early today, I'll make you your favorite dish."

"That sounds great," he says. He goes to the put his shoes and jacket on. "I'll be home soon"

"Okay, be careful. Please be home around the time you said you'll be here, Kook. Otherwise, you're sleeping on the couch tonight. No pillows, no blankets." He laughs and shakes his head.

"I'm serious, Kook," I said with a frown.

"Okay, okay, baby. Well, gotta go meet up with the boys. Bye, love you."

"Love you, too."

He closes the door, and I sigh.

"I guess..."

12:40am

Tears slowly make their way out and onto my cheeks. I wrap the food and put it in the fridge. I make my way upstairs and lock the bedroom door. I head to the walk-in closet and take off my bodycon red dress, and I put one of his shirts on that was lying on the floor from the night before. I sit on the chair where my desk is at. I wiped my makeup off, and I tied my hair up in a messy bun. I go to lay on the bed when I hear keys jiggling downstairs. I can hear Jungkook take off his shoes and jacket, and him walking up the stairs. The handle jiggles.

"Baby?"

I stay silent. He sighs, and I know he's running his hands through his hair.

"Baby, I'm sorry I got so caught up at work with the boys. Suga hyung made me do a verse over and over again until he was satisfied."

I wanted to yell, 'BULLSHIT, you were with her. I know you were', but I kept quiet and waited for him to leave.

"Open up, please."

Nothing. He sighed, and I heard his footsteps fading away.

And the air is thick with loss and indecision

I know my pain is such an imposition

Now, you're runnin' down the hallway

And you know what they all say

You don't know what you got until it's gone

The days go by, and I still carry this unwelcome feeling in my heart. But I'm hoping this feeling is wrong. Jungkook has been working every day and comes home late. I don't get to see him anymore because when morning comes, he's gone before I'm up, and he comes home when I'm asleep. The last time we got to spend time together was two weeks ago for 10 minutes, and it was spent arguing about him working late or staying out with the boys and coming home so late. I sigh and head to the kitchen, and pack up the cold food. I put it in the fridge, and I lay on the couch and turned on the television.

The sound of the door being closed woke me up. I rub the sleepiness away and sit up.

"Hi Kook," he froze but relaxed and took off his shoes.

"You didn't have to wait up"

"I know, but I wanted, too. We haven't seen each other in days"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, baby. I've just been busy at the studio."

"It's okay. Are you hungry? I can warm up the foo-"

"No, I'm fine. I ready ate, Jimin hyung ordered food, and I was hoping to just head to bed."

"Okay, that's fine. Let's get some rest."

Jungkook took off his pants and changed them into sweats. He took off his shirt and tossed it to me. I put his shirt on and took my pants off. We climbed into bed. My back faced him, and he wrapped his strong arms around me.

"Love you," Jungkook said. I kept quiet.

~*Jungkook's POV*~

As Y/N fell asleep, I watched her. I watched how her beautiful hair spread around the pillow, the way some of her hair fell onto her beautiful face. I pushed the strands away from her face, and she looked so peaceful sleeping. I knew once she didn't say I love you, too. I knew I had lost her right there and then. I have no one to blame but myself. With one last look at her beautiful face, I wrapped my arms around her and fell asleep.

~*End of Jungkook's POV*~

~*END OF FLASHBACK*~

How long could we be a sad song?

'Til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Fighting in only your army

Frontlines, don't you ignore me

I'm the best thing at this party

And I wouldn't marry me either

A pathological people pleaser

Who only wanted you to see her

And I'm fadin', thinkin'

My head was pounding from all the crying and due to the stuffiness of locking myself up in the house for months. I go to my closet and put on my black jeans, a white tee, and comb my hair in a messy bun. I head downstairs and put on my back docks. The afternoon breeze and warm sun caress my skin. I head to the park and sit down on the grass near a lake. I stay seated here for 30 mins wondering, 'Why did I ignore what I felt when I forgave Jungkook? Is it my fault that Jungkook decided to seek comfort in someone else? Am I really not a lovable person? Girl, it has been 8 months since you left him. Get over it already.'

I was snapped out of my thoughts when a dog ran up to me. The dog nudges my hand, and I giggle as I pet it.

"Hey bud, you lost?"

He whines, and I hear footsteps approach us. He wags his tail and I tense up when I hear the person speak.

"Bam, I told you not to run off like th-Y/N?"

I turn to face Jungkook and wave.

"Hi"

"It's been so long. You look great," he says with a smile.

"Thank you, you do as well," I respond. There's an awkward silence, and just as I was about to bid him a goodbye, he speaks.

"Y/N, can we talk somewhere private?"

"Uhhh...sure?"

"Mine or yours?"

"Mine's a 5 min walk from here. If you're okay with that?"

"That's great," he says. "Come on, Bam."

He grabs Bam's leash, and we make our way to my house. We arrive at the house, I open the door and let them in. Jungkook takes off his shoes and Bam's leash.

"Do you want anything to drink?"

"No, I'm fine," he said. "Thank you."

It was silent once again. I look down at my lap and play with my hands.

"Y/N," Jungkook begins. "I'm sorry for everything I put you through, I'm sorry for saying the reason I did what I did was because I was lonely, I'm sorry for ignoring you for days, maybe even weeks. I'm just sorry for everything. I hope you can forgive me."

"Jungkook, I don't know if I can forgive you, but one thing I do know is I'll never forget what you did. I felt so worthless. It made me feel like I didn't deserve anyone to love me. I kept blaming myself, kept thinking it was me who drove you to the edge. It was me that made you seek comfort in someone else. But after these months, I've come to realize that it's not me who's at fault it's you. You didn't appreciate anything that I've done for you. I gave you everything I had. I gave you all of me, and it still wasn't enough."

I looked up at Jungkook, and his eyes were red. His hands curled up into a fist and uncurled.

"You were enough, you still are-"

"Jungkook, please don't make his any harder." I sighed. "Please leave Jungkook"

"Do something, babe, say something" (say something)

"Lose something, babe, risk something" (you're losin' me)

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing (got nothing)

To believe

Unless you're choosin' me"

"Y/N, please, I'm sorry."

"No," I say. "I can forgive you, Jungkook, but like I've said before, I can't forget the damage you've done to me. That time we were together, I wanted you to choose me, to love me, but you chose her. Due to that, you lost me, Kook. No matter what you try to say or do, my heart will not start for you like it once did. So don't make me ask again, Kook."

He nodded and walked to he door Bam, following behind him. He tied he leash back on and sighed. He turned o face me one last time and sadly smiled at me.

"I'm really sorry, but I know you will not change your mind. But you were right about one thing. None of this was your fault. It was my doing and now I'm paying the price. I hope you have a great life, and I hope you find someone who will treat you right." He says. "Goodbye Y/N"

He exits the door, and I sit back down on he couch. My shoulders feeling lighter than before, and I head upstairs to my room. I change out of my clothes and put my pj's, and for the first time in months, I fall into a peaceful slumber.

You're losin' me

Stop (stop, stop), you're losin' me

I can't find a pulse

My heart won't start anymore

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