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loveysloveclub · 3 months
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sweet like sugar - luke hughes
in which, luke’s girlfriend is too nice for her own good.
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one thing about dating a hockey player was that they very rarely got any time off, luna was no stranger to this. so, whenever her boyfriend got time off work, they made sure to utilise that time.
both luna and luke were currently getting ready for a day on the boardwalk. well, luke was already ready and sat on the end of the bed scrolling through his phone while his girlfriend tried on different variations of possible outfits.
“what about this one?” luna asked her boyfriend as she walked out of the bathroom in yet another outfit. this one was a light wash pair of wide leg jeans, a pink baby tee and just her regular converses that she wore everywhere. luke raised his eyes from his phone screen to look at the fifth, and hopefully the last, outfit of the morning.
“you look good, babe. but you might get cold.” he offered honestly. “you’re so right, let me get changed.” when the girl turned her back, luke jumped from his seat and grabbed the first hoodie he found hanging in his closet. upon entering the bathroom, he snuck up behind the girl and shoved the hoodie over her head.
luna looked at her boyfriend through the mirror with a deadpanned face as her hair was now a mess. luke smiled innocently before placing an obnoxious kiss in her cheek, “perfect.”
“wearing a jumper defeats the whole purpose of wearing the cute shirt, no one will be able to see it.” luna complained as she leaned backwards into her boyfriend. “i saw it.” luke rebutted before grabbing his girlfriends hand and dragging her out of the bathroom and into the living room of his shared apartment with his older brother.
said older brother was currently sitting on the couch alongside his friend, trevor, who was visiting for the week. the two sat on their phones in a shared sense of boredom. jacks eyes flicked over to his brother and his girlfriend, who both looked dressed to go somewhere.
“where are you guys going?”
“the boardwalk.” luke said as he fished his car keys out of his pocket. “did you guys wanna come?” luna offered with a smile.
“no, they’re fine.” luke immediately declined the offer, not wanting to spend his day off with his brother and his annoying friend. “we’d love to.” trevor grinned before jumping up and holding out a hand to luna, “m’lady.”
luna giggled before grabbing the weirdos hand and allowing him to guide her out of the apartment.
luke’s eyes shifted from the door to his brother who was feigning innocence as he too jumped up from the couch. “you guys aren’t coming.”
“luna offered.” jacks face of fake innocence turned into a shit eating grin as he too left the apartment. luke rolled his eyes before following after the trio, mumbling under his breath about how he was going to kill trevor zegras.
upon arriving to the boardwalk, luke hung back with jack as trevor dragged his girlfriend around as if she was his own. he took her to the roller coasters and even won her a big stuffed teddy bear from one of those game stalls that luke knew he would be sleeping next to tonight.
he didn’t blame luna, she was having fun and was losing track of everything around her. he wasn’t going to cause a scene and wipe the big smile off her face just because he wasn’t having a good time.
it got to the period of time in the day where trevor was begging luna to go on the ferris wheel with him, but the girl was quick to shut down the idea with a simple shake of her head.
“jack can go with you, it could be romantic.” luna laughed before pointing at the older hughes boy who was also shaking his head. “i’m not doing anything remotely romantic with you, z.”
“yes, you are.” trevor retorted before grabbing the boy and dragging him to line up. luna laughed at the sight of jack berating trevor whilst the ducks players simply laughed in retaliation.
her eyes travelled to behind her, where her boyfriend stood with his hands shoved in his pockets and a less than impressed expression on his face. luna approached him hesitantly before holding up her bear, “look what i got.”
luke offered a half assed smile, which only made luna’s fall. “what’s wrong?”
“nothings wrong, i like the bear.”
“this isn’t about the bear, what’s wrong?” she asked him again, wrapping her arms about the stuffed toy as she shuffled closer to her boyfriend so she was standing right in front of him.
“it’s stupid.” luke rolled his eyes, his hands now fidgeting with the strings of the hoodie she was wearing. “it can’t be stupid if it’s made you upset, luke.” luna explained as she grabbed his hands to stop from playing with the strings of her hoodie.
“i just- i wanted today to just be us two. we don’t spend that much time together cause i’m always busy with hockey and you’re always busy with school, and i don’t want to spend the one day we have together with my brother and trevor zegras.”
luna could have laughed at the disgust luke held in his voice when talking about the zegras boy, but she refrained for the sake of her boyfriend. instead, she opted to smiling sadly up at her boyfriend. “i’m sorry for inviting them.”
“i’m not upset at you for inviting them, i’m angry at them for accepting the offer.” luke told her honestly, moving to be beside her and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
luna laughed slightly before moving forward until his arm fell from her shoulder. she then grabbed his hand and began to drag him forward.
“what are we doing?”
“you’re winning me a bear.”
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gh0stsp1d3r · 3 months
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I’ve just seen Wonka AND IT WAS GREAT HONESTLY and if you’re taking requests I have an idea
So in the 2005 version, Wonka’s father is a dentist, right? Well, what if, in the 2023 version, he starts to crush on y/n, who is the daughter of a dentist? He tries to get her attention with chocolate flowers and such, but she doesn’t eat candy so none of his tricks work on her. He’s kinda obsessive but in a cute way, like he won’t give up until she notices him.
𝒩ℴ𝓉 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓃
A/N- , this is genius kinda changed it up a lil hope you don’t mind );
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬t
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The second you saw the man at the gallery while strolling outside, you stopped with a quirked eyebrow.
This was the chocolate a lot of your patients had started eating, causing a ton of cavities. Maybe you’ll just stop by and see what everyone’s talking about.
You walked into the gallery, and towards the colorful exterior. You entered with a heavy sigh, okay, it looked better than you expected.
“Hello, Ma’am. Welcome to Wonkas, Would you like to try our new-“
“No thanks.” You looked at the man talking, he was dressed in a top hat with little curls peaking underneath, an interesting coat, and a cane.
“Alright. Let me know if there’s anything you need.” He said with a wide smile. And Willy didn’t show it, but the second you stepped in he was in awe.
You were beautiful. And in his opinion, the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. He was attractive in your eyes, but you pushed those thoughts down.
“Actually, do you happen to know where the owner is..?”
“You’re looking at him.”
“Oh..! I just wanted to.. ask some questions, if that’s alright.” You started.
“Ask away!" he said excitedly.
"May I ask what you put in your chocolates...? I'm a dentist, and I was just curious as to what everyone is getting cavities over."
He nodded, "Well, depends on what we're talking about. I got giraffes milk in all of them, then cocoa beans. Then my hover-chocs have hoverfly eggs." he rambled on.
You looked at the man, confused and interested.
"That's interesting... You're a strange man, Mr. Wonka." You said with a small laugh.
"Willy."
"I'm sorry?"
"Sorry, Willys my first name." He laughed, not being used to being called his last name.
"Right, of course. I'm Y/N."
"Pleased to meet you. Do you work at the office down the road?"
You nodded and smiled, and by the time you bid your farewell, he was already head over heels.
He had ran into you the next day as well, he called it an odd coincidence. He suddenly pulled a chocolate flower out from his hat, you smiled as he tried to hand it to you.
"Sorry, Willy. I don't eat chocolate." you shrugged. His eyes widened, and he tucked it away.
"Don't like chocolate?" He said, feigning offense as he held a hand on his heart.
“Just not a fan.”
He sighed. He'll steal your heart one way or another.
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A couple days later, the receptionist calls you on your break. You head up to see a basket, a small teddy bear and chocolates stuffed in them.
You had a good idea of who it came from.
You smiled slightly at it, the receptionist began to tease but you rolled your eyes and laughed, taking it back to the break room.
You opened up the letter he left, a smile on your face as you read.
"Y/n, I know you're not a fan of chocolate or sweets or whatever, but I am hoping these will change your mind. These are zero-sugar, dark chocolate bars I made just for you, I tried to make them taste better than some other healthy ones. Let me know how they are." he had written down, with a small smiley face after that.
You smiled at the thoughtfulness of it, taking it out the wrapper and eating it. It was delicious, you'll give him that.
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kopilot-pop · 4 months
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[Aespa x Touch-Starved! Reader]
- imagine.
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Summary: You’re a just really touch starved cat in a human body, and Aespa adores you.
Warnings: poly!aespa, alcohol, cursing, overabundance of fluff, unseriousness, etc.
A/N: While writing this I had to search if touch-starved meant what I thought it meant. I found out that there’s alot of variations so I just wrote based off of my touch-starved ass. I’m experiencing a very slight writer’s block, so I wrote this as something easy. Thank you all for loving my fics <3
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Even after a year of being a team and an additional 6 months of being in a relationship, your girlfriends never noticed how much affection you really craved.
It’s not like they weren’t affectionate towards you - no, quite the opposite actually.
They love to hold your hand, kiss you, cuddle you, but they hesitated whenever you flinched
You weren’t scared or anything, just not used to that much affection; but they didn’t know that
So the four of them kind of came to think that you didn’t like physical affection at all :0
So it was basically torture to watch them slowly distance themselves (only physically, they still made sure to tell you how much they love you)
But since you were shy and scared to directly ask for their touch, you just sucked it up
But hey, the girls aren’t stupid y’know?
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Jimin noticed how much you craved their affection when she decided to wake you up the morning she arrived back from a Paris fashion show.
Her hand was resting on your cheek, gently drawing circles with her thumb as she tried to wake you up for breakfast
When you started to stir she tried to get up
but you snatched her hand back
You were definitely asleep, so she was surprised how strong you were
literally WRESTLING her hand to force it back on your face
“Mmmh… is cold…”
Her nose might have bled a little
Safe to say she took a million photos of you like that and changed it to her wallpaper.
Ever since that incident (that you don’t even know happened), she started to be a bit more forward with pda.
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Aeri noticed when you clinged onto her before he had to leave for Tokyo.
You guys decided to get dinner together and ended up getting drunk
While walking towards the dorm, you would act like her shadow, stuck right behind her as the two of you waddled back into the house
a very giggly Gigi
“Y/n I need to change-!”
Getting ready for bed and you’re right beside her with a prominent pout on your face
When she gave you a peck to stop it, she noticed the slight twinkle in your eyes (ur so whipped)
If the others held you alot, she’s the one that kissed you alot
So before she removes her makeup she leaves a bunch of kiss marks on your face :0
She kind of panics when you drunkingly tell her you aren’t going to wash your face until she comes back from Tokyo
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Minjeong realized the moment she walked through the door and you decided to carry her everywhere (honestly she’s smol)
she smells alcohol on you, making her even more confused
you didn’t even say anything man, just yoinked her
“AH-! Y/n what-?!”
You just grab her and sit down on the couch to watch some shitty show you put on a few hours ago… while finishing 4 bottles of soju.
In a span of 5 minutes, Minjeong suddenly became your personal teddy bear
she hates the smell of alcohol, but watching you snuggle up to her with such a giddy face made her put up with it (she’s whipped)
loves the way you practically melt when she starts to play with your hair
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Ning found out about your love for physical affection in the dumbest way possible
You were lounging on her bed, watching an interview she took a week ago, when she started to talk about her sleeping habits
“Oh yeah, I have this bear from IKEA that I like to hug while sleeping. It’s really soft and..”
You started to get annoyed as your girlfriend went on about it and snapped your head up to see the bear staring right at you (it wasn’t, you were just jealous of a fucking stuffed animal)
Now imagine Ningning walking into her room after a photoshoot and you’re just sucker-punching her stuffed bear.
“???Y/N?? What are you doing???”
You ramble an apology/explanation, but all she understands is that you want to be cuddled too (you didn’t say that of course. she just has a ‘Y/n translator’)
She makes fun of you alot after that, but decides to grant your unspoken wish
Just snuggling into your jacket (that you’re wearing btw) whenever it’s cold, hugging you from behind as you get your makeup fixed…
she thinks its cute how you freeze up for a few seconds before melting into her
(it’s poly so im gonna add more)
the 4 of them have a long chat about your actions
and after talking for a while, they come to the realization that you were actively seeking for their touch only when you were half asleep or drunk.
Aeri’s the one that comes to the conclusion that you are touch-starved
So that’s why every Saturday, you’re dragged to the living room to have a movie day with your girlfriends.
You’re slightly nervous when you’re put on the center of the couch.
But by the end of the film, you’re quite literally molding into the couch
Jimin is on your right, with her face leaned against your shoulder as she plays with Minjeong’s hair.
Minjeong is on the ground with her body leaning against your leg.
While Ning is on the other side of the floor, holding your hand in a tight lock.
And Aeri’s the one softly rubs circles on your arm, sitting on your left
you’re just stuck in the middle like:🧍🏻‍♀️
They think it’s adorable how much you can relax with them
One time, an interviewer was being extremely rude, making snarky remarks about you and your performance
and Karina’s immediate reaction was to hold your hand while Ning told him off with a smile on her face
and when Jimin held your hand you genuinely did not care what that man said
another time you were extremely nervous before a solo performance for the MMA and the girls could tell how tense your shoulders were
but they all watched Minjeong lightly touch your neck and your back muscles just relaxing automatically
Ningning’s confused laughter because she didn’t know human bodies could work like that
Fans love watching you melt like a puppy during lives
just clips of ‘Y/n with Aespa vs. Others’ going around the internet
and one of those clips is you napping on the couch when a staff member helps fix your hair
you lean into the touch at first but jolt awake
vs. you asleep again in the waiting room couch when Giselle fixes your hair
and this time you don’t wake up, just leaning more and more into the touch
what they don’t see in that clip is the other 3 squealing and Aeri ending up with you cuddled up inside her arms <3
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slayfics · 1 month
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Valentine’s Day with Katsuki.
1,500 words~
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You trailed behind Katsuki after classes as you both returned to the dorms.
"Hey," he mumbled. "What do you have planned for tomorrow?" he asked as he walked ahead of you with his hands jammed into his pockets.
"Nothing other than classes," You responded.
Katsuki grunted, "Well what do you want then?"
Tomorrow was Valentine's Day, and the rest of your classmates had been buzzing excitedly about their plans and who their valentine was.
You and Katsuki have had some... type of relationship for a while now. While it was never defined, you knew he felt some affection towards you. It surprised you that he had semi-acknowledged what tomorrow was at all, given how much trouble he had expressing any emotions other than anger.
"I don't want anything Bakugo," You answered honestly. You didn't feel like you needed any stuffed animals or chocolates to prove to others your connection with Katsuki was real. It was already obvious by the way he never protested your company like he did his other classmates.
"Tch- fine then where do you want to go?" he asked as he slowed down a bit, although still walking slightly ahead of you.
"I don't care, as long as I get to spend time with you," you said pulling at his arm and bringing his hand out of his pocket.
"You're so damn cheesy," He complained, as you interlaced your fingers with his. His walking slowed even more, matching your pace now. "Just meet me after class then- I'll figure something out, alright?"
"Ok," You agreed happily.
The next day was full of excitement around the U.A. campus, several students walked around with teddy bears and various other gifts from their partners.
Classes kept you busy and couldn't talk to Katsuki much. It was nice to see your other classmates so excited about their plans and gifts, but it made you even more anxious for the day to end.
Would Katsuki really have planned something, you wondered?
Finally, after what felt like entirely too long, your class was released. Madness ensued as others showed off their gifts or made their way out to plans.
Katsuki made his way out of the class avoiding any conversations with anyone. You slipped out and followed behind him. You were a little hurt he hadn't said anything to you and exited so quickly, but you knew he hated these things and wouldn't want to express anything around your classmates.
Katsuki heard your footsteps behind him and called out to you, "You ready brat?"
You quickened your pace to catch up to him, "Yeah- but ready for what?"
"We got a bit of a walk so- I don't want to hear any complaining from you. Got it?" He barked.
"Yeah, no problem," you agreed. "But- where are we going?"
"You'll see when we get there!" He snapped.
Katsuki was right, the walk was long. And for the most part, it was filled with awkward silence. You couldn't think of anything to say to him, and Katsuki was wrapped up in his own thoughts, anxious about what he planned.
Finally, his stride slowed as you both approached the shore of the closest beach to the U.A. campus.
"We're here," he announced.
You looked at the beach and back at him stunned. He chose to bring you both to the beach? Ever since you were a kid, you loved the beach, the feel of the sand, the sound of the waves, and the feel of the mist on your face. You remembered only mentioning your love of the beach to Katsuki once- long ago at the start of your time at U.A., had he really remembered that?
Katsuki squinted and took in your reaction, trying to make sense of it. Your eyes were wide, and you were speechless. He didn't understand if that was good or bad.
"What? Is it too dumb? I know it's winter but-, fuck it let's go back then," He deiced and tried to walk away.
"No!" You yelled and grabbed his arm. "This is- really sweet Bakugo. Did you- really remember I liked the beach?" You asked.
"Duh- you don't shut up about it," he said grumpily taking off his school bag, pulling out a blanket, and making his way to the sand.
You laughed. You definitely only told him once. It shocked you that he had committed it to memory.
Katsuki laid the blanket on the sand and sat down, "Well? You going to join me or keep standing there dumb ass?" He asked.
You hurried over to the blanket and sat down next to him, your shoulder grazing his.
"Tch- you always like to be so close, don't you?" he complained.
You scooted away giving him some space.
"You didn't have to move- it's fine," he said much quieter and he looked away from you pretending to look at something down the shoreline.
You giggled and scooted back.
"You hungry? I made food," he said and pulled out two containers from his bag.
"Are you serious?"
"What!? What's wrong with that?!" he asked defensively.
"Nothing! It's' just- eating dinner while watching the sunset on the beach- it's really romantic. The best Valentine's Day I've ever had." You smiled at him.
"Shut the hell up. It's not like it was that hard," he grumbled as he held out the food for you to grab while he looked the opposite way, intent on hiding the blush that took over his face.
You grabbed the food and undid the container, "This looks really good. You made it?" You asked.
"Yeah- it's just rice, tofu, and some vegetables. Nothing crazy." He said and started taking bites.
"It's perfect, I love it. You're an amazing cook," You complimented.
Katsuki just shrugged his shoulders.
"So, I um- I got you something," you said.
"What?" His gaze snapped to you in surprise.
"It's nothing big but," You reached for your school bag and brought out your gift. You meant to hand it nicely to him, but your nervousness caused you to almost throw it at him. Luckily Katsuki didn't care, instead, he was focused on your gift: a hot sauce bottle with a red ribbon around it.
"You got me hot sauce?" he asked with an indecipherable look on his face.
"Yeah! I know you like spicy stuff- but now that I'm here, I'm thinking about it- that was probably a really dumb Valentine's gift, wasn't it? I'm sorry," you said embarrassed.
Katsuki looked at the bottle a bit longer before answering, "It's not dumb. I haven't tried this one. Been wanting to," he said as he opened it and put some on his food.
"It's good," he said after taking a bite. "It's actually hot, unlike the other ones back in the kitchen in the dorms. Keeping this one in my room for sure." He said, placing it in his bag.
You smiled as you both finished up the last of the food Katsuki made.
"Hey, do you- mind if I take a picture?" You asked, voice shaking a bit unsure of how Katsuki would respond.
"I don't care," he responded.
You took out your phone and snapped a photo of you both. Your smile beamed through the photo, and Katsuki's neutral smile spoke volumes compared to his usual scowl and furrowed brows.
"Do you- care if I post it?" You asked.
"Do what you want," he said packing away the food containers.
You quickly tagged him and posted the photo to your profile.
"Sun is basically gone now and it's getting cold, you ready to head back?" He asked.
"Almost," you said looking at him with puppy dog eyes.
"Hu? What's that look for?" He asked.
You didn't know how to tell Katsuki you wanted to kiss him, instead your eyes just rested on his lips.
"Speak up brat!" He barked.
"I uh- can I... kiss you?" You managed to say but looked away afraid to look at his reaction.
"Not if you don't turn this way," he said smartly. Katsuki put his hand under your chin and guided your lips to his for a kiss that felt too short and yet seemed to stop time simultaneously.
That was until-
"OH MY GOD!" You exclaimed, placing your hands over your lips.
"What?!" He yelled confused.
"ITS HOT!" You yelled.
Katsuki exploded with laughter at understanding, the hot sauce he had was now burning your lips up as you weren't used to spice like he was.
"Don't laugh!" You said and playfully smacked his shoulder.
"You should see your face! You're completely red!" he said practically kneeling over in laughter.
"Whatever let's go back!" You said standing up.
Once Katsuki was done laughing, he stood up and put the blanket away.
"So that was the hottest kiss you ever had then?" He said playfully at you.
"In more ways than one," You teased back as you both made your way back to the dorms.
Later in the night, you were surprised to get a notification that Katsuki had re-posted the photo of you both.
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Tags: @queenpiranhadon @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @bakugouswaif @fiannee @i-heart-carlisle @derangedmango @matchat3a
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blue-jisungs · 1 month
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PLSPLSPLS do the sleeping w plushies FOR SVT PREFORMANCE UNIT 🙏🙏🙏💕💕
you still sleep with plushies ♡
author's note. here u go! hope you like it <3
you can find vocal unit ver here, hhu is tba ^^
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┆彡 SOONYOUNG [ 순영 ]
im sorry but this man believes he’s a tiger and you’re not making a fuss about it…
so why would he mind your plushies?
actually, he thinks it’s so so cute and it was one of the first things that he noticed in your apartment
he often talks "through" them (?) like,, he’ll grab a plushie n be like
"sooyoungie told me he wants a kiss…"
cries.
anyways.
he won’t admit it but he loves the feeling of your warmth and your plushies surrounding him when u two fall asleep together
sometimes steals one or two when they’re about to go on tour
and actually makes it his life mission to bring you a new plushie (preferably tiger one) from each place you/they visit
in no time you’ll have to find a new storage because your bed started running out of place…
┆彡 JUNHUI [ 文俊辉 ]
i’m so sorry but he was very flabbergasted at first when you told him that one day
"plushies… like… plush animals? like, those for kids?" he repeated, frowning
no mf, rocks. of course plushies as in—
he noticed your mood got a little down by his reaction :(
and sure, he was surprised because he never stumbled upon a grown person still sleeping with plushies but it wasn’t like he minded?!
so he suddenly left your place, saying that he’ll buy some snacks
and he comes back with like,, a bag of plushies ☹️☹️☹️ and snacks too.
he apologizes n explains himself and you’re just so taken aback that he has to shake your arms <\\3
n then you two spend the rest of the evening naming the plushies he bought,, obviously falling asleep w them too
and… he’d rather die than admit it…. but he started to like this
n he started a small collection at home too… 🥹
┆彡 MINGHAO [ 徐明浩 ]
when you first started dating, you’d usually sleep over at his place (because it’s a mf villa u can do whatever u want there lmao)
but one day hao shot u a text that he’s gonna be over at yours in 10 with his pjs
so you texted him: "i have weird sleeping habits tho… i still sleep with plushies…"
and mans genuinely went "so?"
like, he couldn’t care less in a good way,, yk?
he’s been living with 12 guys for a couple of years now…. what is a bunch of stuffed animals to him?
ever since then you transferred some of your babies over to his place so they were there just in case hehe
and he loves that,, he’ll hug them if you’re not sleeping together :(
also will punch them occasionally,, like a cute aggression 😭 never tells u that tho….
┆彡 CHAN [ 찬 ]
honestly when chan saw your plushies for the first time his eyes went as wide as a kid’s eyes in a candy store
he genuinely thinks it’s so cool !!
"omg y/nnie those are all yours?! and this one is your childhood one? and this is from the arcade date?! huh— you named this one after me???” (and it’s an otter btw)
he’s so obsessed 🥹
will steal some of them n just carry em around, sometimes pulls a plushie out when practicing alone
because the guys laughed at him because of that… welp,, they did until you joined them for practice one day and there was a sad pout forming on your lips when mingyu teased chan about "how silly that plushie looks"
(then chan made them apologize to you and it may have been one of those moments when the maknae was scarier than the leader >:) )
chan also developed a habit of buying every plushie in sight that reminds him of you OR he thinks he’d like
especially if you have like an fav pokemon or tv show character,, literally whatever – he’ll buy it the second his eyes land upon it
anything to make his partner happy 🥹
(deffo bought this big ass teddy bear too and until this day it sits proudly in your bedroom <3 )
masterlist <3
taglist. @mirxzii ,, @primoppang ,, @l3visbby ,, @nicholasluvbot ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @slytherinshua ,, @kazmura ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @eternalgyu ,, @rubywonu ,, @haecien ,, @mine-gyu
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doobea · 8 months
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BLLK - REACTIONS TO "I NEED TO GET SOMETHING BACK FROM MY EX."
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contents: gn!reader is missing an item that they left at their ex's, their boyfriend isn't too pleased to hear. established relationship, sfw, lots of clinginess and jealousy ensued, a bit possessive (chigiri) characters mentioned: isagi, reo, chigiri, nagi, shidou a/n: this was fun to write hehe
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Isagi
He scowls and stops what he's doing, making sure that he heard you right. Usually, he's a pretty secure guy and ever since you guys have been dating there weren't any major red flags or issues in the relationship aside from minor arguments here and there. He's wondering where this is coming from.
"I'm sure it's not all that important, babe." He emphasizes the pet name to knock a little bit of sense to you.
"But Yoichi, it's my emotional support animal." You plead, explaining that you had accidentally left your stuffed teddy bear over at their place after a date and ever since then you've been having trouble sleeping soundly.
Isagi groans and is quick to put on a pair of sneakers, knowing that he can't say no to your puppy eyes. "Okay, but we are washing them at least five times."
"The water bill tho—"
"Five times!"
Reo
Your boyfriend smiles, pulling you into a deep embrace and raking his fingers through your hair before firmly saying, "Absolutely not."
"W-What? But that was my favorite necklace, I have to get it back!" You had saved up so much of your time and money to buy the piece of jewelry you were eyeing for a while. It just so happened that your ex stole it from you during an argument.
Reo knows about this, and he knows that you hate it when he showers you with too many gifts, but he simply refuses to let you revisit a person who even treated you like that in the first place. Eventually, he convinces you to let it go, who would even want a necklace that now carries negative sentiment anyway. "Just let me know which one you want, okay?"
You sigh in defeat and nod, nose brushing against his. "Thanks, Reo."
"Say," Reo begins to twirl with the ends of your hair, "how much does the earth cost?"
You blink at his question. "Uh—"
"I'll buy you the whole earth."
"Baby what?!"
Chigiri
"Go on ahead, darling." Chigiri doesn't look up from the book he's reading and, with a free hand, he takes a long sip from his coffee.
You look at him with surprise, "Really?"
"Mhm," He flicks to the next page. "Just drive safe and tell them I said hi."
It was almost too good to be true for his oddly calm behavior but you didn't have time to worry over it. You really needed to hurry and retrieve back your passport from your ex before who knows what might happen. You plant a chaste kiss on your boyfriend's forehead before heading out.
"I'll be back soon, Hyoma!"
The door shuts with a quiet click and he puts down the book that had his phone tucked in the middle with your location flashed on. When he sees that you're on the go, he grabs his car keys and silently tails you behind, just to be sure your ex doesn't pull anything weird.
Nagi
The big sloth of a man pretends to not hear you. Even when you repeated your sentence again, saying you needed an old film camera back, he drowns himself in the sounds coming from his computer.
"Seishiro, are you mad? It'll be quick." You promise but he doesn't budge from his chair.
He hums in thought, his grey eyes dotting around the in-game map before finally replying, "Lovebug, can't they just deliver it? Going all the way there would be a hassle."
"I don't mind Sei, it's honestly fine, I don't want them to pay a delivery fee for it."
Nagi pouts, wondering why you're acting considerate for someone who's an ex. "That doesn't make sense."
"If I leave now, I can make it back before sundown and then we can—"
You're caught off guard by the sudden large arms that now wrap around your waist, the grip is tight as Nagi could make it. He buries his face in the crook of your neck before pleading, "Mhm, I'll pay for their delivery fee if you can just stay here."
Shidou
Your boyfriend almost chokes on the sandwich he was eating, eyes widening as he gawks at you. He's always thought of you as his mischievous side-kick and co-conspirator in his schemes. Hearing that one, you had an ex was a shock to him, and two, you needed something back from them.
You told your boyfriend that you were merely attempting to retrieve some old clothes that a friend had requested back.
For a moment, Shidou was in deep thought before an uncanny grin crawls to his face. An expression that you're all too familiar with.
"Okay," He chimes a little too innocently, "how do you want to go about this?"
"What do you mean, Ryusei?"
"I mean how do we break in?"
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gyeomsweetgyeom · 2 months
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[1:29 pm]
(cw: f!reader, child on a leash)
"Ok look at me," dad!Yuta guides the chubby face in front of him so their eyes are locked, "are you going to run away from daddy outside?"
"Yes," the little voice replies with a nod.
You stifle a laugh as Yuta sighs in frustration, "No, no running away outside."
Your son cocks his head to the side, "from mommy?"
"No running away from mommy or daddy," you reply, crouching down to his eye level.
"But I want to play," your son pouts. His eyes fill with sadness as he turns his gaze to the floor.
"Bub, it's not always safe to play outside. That's why you have to stay close, we want you to be safe, okay?"
The pout intensifies but he nods nonetheless. You finally make your way into the store. You needed some household essentials, your son needed more clothes, and you needed some groceries too. Yuta held your son's hand as you walked through the automatic doors and reached for a cart.
You honestly should have expected it, the colorful displays at the entrance were almost enough to get your attention fully, your son saw the bright colors and bin filled with stuffed animals and shot off. His hand slipped out of Yuta's and went straight for the stuffed bears.
"Bub, we told you not to do that. Come back," Yuta told him softly but firmly. You placed your purse into the cart and rummaged around until you found what you were looking for. The harness, the leash for your son that looked like a monkey.
His eyes caught it and widened, "No, mommy. Please, no."
You strapped it onto him, "Baby, you didn't listen to mommy or daddy. Next time, you're going in the cart and you won't be able to walk. Do you understand?"
He pouted, sad eyes fixed on the floor, "Fine."
You all walked throughout the store, your son trotting off everyone in a while only to be gently tugged back by Yuta. He did fine for the most part and you even considered letting him walk alone, until you passed the toy aisle.
You heard him begging Yuta to let him “just look, no touching. I promise.” Yuta had thankfully said no, you knew your son could spend hours just looking in these aisles if you let him. 
Your son had complied and went walking behind the both of you as you walked by, his little feet dragging, and lips pouted in the hopes that you both might change your mind. Or even just one of you. 
You had almost made it completely through this section when the store had unfortunately placed some of your son’s favorite toys toward the very end. You heard an excited squeal and turned to see your son just inches away from reaching one of the toys and your husband pulling on the handle of the harness. 
You rolled your eyes playfully, moving your purse and the few items you had placed in the seat and grabbed your son to place him in the front seat of the cart. He squirmed and wiggled as much as he could, moving his legs to prevent you from seating him. 
“Mommy! Mommy, just want to look! Please!” He pleaded, softening his gaze since he already knew the puppy dog eyes would sometimes work on you.
You successfully sat him in and connected the seat belt, “You promised me, baby. You didn’t listen, didn’t I tell you this would happen?”
He nodded sadly, giving in and resting his chin atop his hands on the handle of the shopping cart with a soft, little sigh. You could feel yourself giving in, wanting to let him down and just hold his hand as he looked at the toys. He couldn’t help it that he got his dad’s hyperactive genes. It wasn’t his fault.
“Nope! Let’s move!” Yuta interrupted your thoughts, grabbing the cart and moving you all toward the grocery section. “I know your brain works, honey, it wasn’t a good idea,” he told you with a pointed look.
You crossed your arms, “I wasn’t thinking anything.”
“Sure, honey. Here Bub, you hold the eggs and be very gentle, ok?” Yuta replied while shooting you a look from his peripheral and placing the carton of eggs on your son’s lap.
You son nodded excitedly, “gentle,” he repeated. He places a hand in front of and on top of the carton while looking down at it in wonder.
Yuta turns to you, whispering, “Why can’t he be like this all the time? I don’t like walking around with a leash kid, people judge us. I can feel their eyes on us, but he doesn’t listen!”
“I think when they see him running around they understand. Do we have everything we need?” You ask while looking over your list and double checking the cart.
Yuta huffs, pausing to think, “I want something sweet. Let’s go look at the bakery.”
He and your son start moving toward the bakery while your son excitedly chants, “cake!” over and over again. 
Maybe they both needed the monkey harnesses.
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a/n: I have no idea what this is🧍🏻‍♀️(fratboy!Jaehyun tomorrow)
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thejujvtsupost · 5 months
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Collar Crimes Part 1 -> Ease A Heavy Soul
This is honestly just self indulgent, the requests I have left are more long form content and I have a section for that in the guidelines of my pinned, just keep that in mind if you haven’t seen yours come up yet. I gotta be able to feel it out before I give it a shot. Anyway think of this as an opener to a new little series <3
Notes: F!reader, yakuza!Geto, fluffy, reader is a sleepy type of gf & soft girl- think Sanrio/hello kitty aesthetic? heartwarming, no dialogue for this part, mention of violence(blood), Geto is so soft for his girl -> gets filthy in later parts.
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The stress of being head of the Yakuza wasn’t foreign to Geto.
What was foreign, was coming back to his penthouse apartment to a girlfriend.
And his penthouse apartment was no longer his, it was your shared home. You were impossible to say no to, and now the place he furnished with top of the line luxuries and various other signs of wealth; was riddled with cutesy soft things.
The leather couch he spent an obscene amount of money on and had custom made for his living area? Covered in the softest pink blankets, fluffy pillows, several large stuffed animals that he thought you might like (you did). The bookshelves that once held “big fancy classics”, now sported knick knacks and some of your own college texts. The remotes had glow in the dark silicone covers on them, there was a new plush area rug… you were everywhere he looked.
His bed had even more of you, from more of your blankets to the scent of your perfume. You had a side of the bed, and a nightstand with its own lamp to match his.
There was even a nightlight plugged in on the far wall, fairy lights were tacked up by the headboard. No, of course you weren’t afraid of the dark, in fact maybe he’s the one afraid. He’s the one that bought a cute nightlight after all.
He bought it after the first time you spent the night at his place and he woke up to you huddled up in his bathroom with the overhead light on. He didn’t bring it up or chastise you, he simply brought you back to bed and cracked the bathroom door so it wasn’t so dark. The next night you slept over there was a bear and stars themed nightlight plugged in. Three more have joined the collection around the apartment since you officially moved in. That shitty apartment of yours had gotten broken into way too many times.
You were everywhere and he wouldn’t deny that you made everything feel okay. When he walked through the door he let through the gentle parts of his heart and gave every single one of them to you.
He loved it.
So yeah, he couldn’t deny you anything. Not when you were so perfect, loving and adorable in every way. And you were doing your very best as a college student, he was so proud of you. You studied so hard to get to where you are now.
(He just spoils you constantly and you’ve never actually asked him for anything.)
Coming home to you is a breath of fresh air.
Tonight was no different. He walked in, took off his shoes and jacket, and found you passed out on the couch- swallowed by your many soft blankets.
Oh his little songbird…
Turning off the tv and extra lights you left on, he was careful when he excavated your body from the pile of softness and picked you up to take you to bed. You didn’t want to let go of him when he tried setting you down though; he missed your hand clutching his shirt in your sleep.
So fucking cute…
Geto pried your fist away slowly and got you settled, then disappeared into the connected bathroom to wash the blood and grime from the day down the drain.
It’s not his blood of course.
You knew what he was, what he did; but he was the sweetest person (to you, you were the exception) you’d ever met. You didn’t ask questions when he came home covered in blood or was stuck ‘working’ all hours into the night. As long as he texted you when he could to give you a heads up it was good enough for you. It was better this way, you didn’t need details and he didn’t want to give them.
To him, that world has no business involving you. It had no business tainting the life you lived with him, safe in the comfort of your home.
Coming out in clean boxers to sleep in, he dropped his dirty clothes in the basket. Thats when you greeted him with a sleepy smile. You were sitting up and waiting for him to come to bed, excited to see him but still so tired.
Your smile was returned easily and he slid into bed, not a second of hesitation passed when he pulled you down close to him and kissed your lips, then head.
You took your rightful place, sleeping on his chest. Having the weight of your body pressed against his and your head over his heart eased his stress away in waves until he was as boneless and relaxed as you.
You were safe, both physically in your home and as a haven for him- the one person who was privy to his very soul.
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cherrygenshin · 9 months
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Obey Me! Rut HC's - Part 3
A/N: Just quickly wanted to say thank you so much for 100 followers!! I'd like to do something fun to celebrate, maybe a new art piece? Feel free to suggest anything you wanna see! Ty again!
Warnings: SMUT! 18+! MINORS DNI! Breeding, cockwarming, piss kink.
Mephistopheles kinda turned in to a drabble rather than hc's, so sorry about that
GN reader
Smut under the cut!
Diavolo
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THE MIGHTY BREEDER HIMSELF
He gets his ruts regularly, sometimes they may go a day or two over, but very rarely.
It has to be said. This man is ALL ABOUT BREEDING. He's got the big breeder balls, and the massive dick big enough to make sure he shoots his load far enough inside you.
LOVES putting his hand on your stomach and feeling his cock through you. "Feel me in there? I'm gonna fill you up, gonna make you a parent..."
He will cockwarm you, even through meetings (only with ppl he trusts like Luci and Barbs) he can't stand to be away from your warm hole for any period of time.
Makes the comfiest nests, buys the best, softest, warmest things and invites u over with a lil giggle before he fucks your brains out
He especially likes hitting it from the back while on his rut, loves to lean his big body over you and just go feral. Something about holding you tight as he humps in to you scratches his primal urges just right.
He will have Barbatos on standby if you need any aid, like water, food, or even medication cause let's be honest, taking a huge dick like that for HOURS on end is gonna leave you limping like a bitch 💀
He's normally happy to share you with ppl he trusts, but not on his rut. On his rut you are his, and his only.
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Once his rut is finished his gorgeous, goofy demenor comes back and you almost wonder if this is the same man who stuffed you so full of his cum he was shooting blanks just hours ago.
Barbatos
Used to have very small ruts, if at all, but!!! Bitch ended up syncing up w Diavolo, so now his ruts go for longer.
He's very reserved, tries his best to not let it get to him.
Unfortunately for him though, because Dia is in his rut too, whenever Dia has someone over to 'help', the scent of sex and arousal becomes too much for poor Barb to bear, and sends him in to a horny spiral.
Doesn't nest, as he doesn't have the time to make one or clean it up.
WON'T fuck you with his tail during his rut. He wants to breed, so it's his cock or nothing!
Wants nothing more than to just stay in bed and cockwarm you, but unfortunately he still has duties to attend to, so instead he buys a plug for you, and insists you keep it in after he's filled you up. His cum is precious, he doesn't want it wasted.
Okay so usually in bed he's pretty quiet, pretty dom, etc etc, in his rut tho??? You MIGHT be able to get him to beg. The moment he enters you he'll let out a sweet whine, and you can even catch him grunting as he cums.
He may not fuck you with his tail, but his tail will be wrapped around some part of you 24/7. He wants to keep you close.
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Honestly he's just glad when it's over and he can get back to makin' tea and hating Solomon.
Mephistopheles
To preface, idk shit about him except he's rich and kind of a dick, so take this with a grain of salt.
He feels like he's too good to get ruts, and will try his absolute best to ignore his urges. It works too, he manages to shove his feelings deep down inside, and they stay that way.
Until you walk past that is. Why did you have to walk past him at this time? Why were you wearing that peach bodywash that drives him mad? Why were you wearing such appealing clothing? It's almost like you're trying to rile him up.
He finds anything you wear attractive at this moment. Super tight clothes that hug your body just right? He's picking his jaw off the floor. Loose, baggy clothing that hang over the most seductive parts of your body? Man's is drooling like a tap. You're luring him in, and he hates it.
Will do everything in his power to make those 'dirty' feelings fade. He'll jerk off for hours, he'll use any toys he can get his hands on, but it's not enough. He needs you. He needs to cum in you, needs to hear you beg for his seed.
It comes to a boiling point, and he snaps. Once he has you where he wants you, you won't be leaving his room for days.
Simeon
He will take over every one of your senses. You'll only taste his bitter cum on your lips, only see his toned body, sheening with sweat, only hear his harsh grunts and groans as he fills you up 'just one more time', only touch his hot skin and lastly, only smell the scent of sex, mixed with his cum.
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Okay okay, angels don't get ruts, but I had to include him for the sake of it. So, let's all pretend that in this universe, angels get ruts too.
He gets his rut for maybe a few hours a month.
You know immediately when it hits him, as his eyes glaze over and suddenly it feels like everything around you has disappeared, and all he can see is you.
He's very sweet, becomes much softer during his rut. Presses his forehead against yours as he fucks you in missionary, locks eyes w you and tells you how much he wants to see you round and full of his cum.
Dirty talker, but very sweet?? "Gonna look so beautiful carrying our child." And "My precious, I love being so close with you."
For him, ruts are something very special and meaningful, and he takes it very seriously.
He'll make sure you're comfortable and ready, and although he tries his best, sometimes he can't help but feel his sanity slowly slip away with each thrust in to your sopping hole.
Will hold you very tightly the entire time, lock hands with you
Solomon
Honestly it's more just like a big lovemaking fest rather than primal fucking.
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If Simeon gets a rut hc, then Solomon does too.
His ruts are also quite short, lasting 4 or 5 days at a time.
Won't bother with nesting, but will bother with making you an aphrodisiac so you can be just as horny as him!! How sweet.
Gets pretty possessive, loves to mark you up. His favourite thing is to look over your skin and see the beautiful blue and purple blooms of his labour.
You're his, and his only. He'll be sure to remind you of that.
You know what? I'm gonna say it. Piss kink.
Normally, if you were to bring up even the notion of him peeing on you or vice versa, he'd give you a look strong enough for you to understand that it's not his vibe.
But on his rut!?? He's all about it. Something about smelling him on you, or vice versa just makes his brain tick. Sure, he can cum on you, but he'd rather cum IN you, so marking you up with his pee is the next best thing to tell everyone else that you're his.
Aside from the piss kink, he doesn't really change much.
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sugawhaaa · 11 months
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☆ Thinking of Gaon as your boyfriend ☆
🧸Fluff head canons🧸
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Gaon's love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation. I think he would also do acts of service but that would be more when you're feeling under the weather or sick.
At first he'd be nervous to ask for things even just cuddling but after dating for a while you would get cuddle attacks when he gets home after a long day.
He'd be a great listener, he'd just let you rant to him about anything really and he would either just listen or talk just as much.
As for the types of dates you'd go on he'd so do things like take you to the movies, get ice cream, coffee dates you know all very romantic stuff
Also I feel like he'd be the type of boyfriend to give you a little stuffed bear for your anniversary or Valentines day 🤧
When cuddling in bed Gaon would do things like play with your hair softly or hum until you fall asleep. I think he'd also rub your arm, or back a lot
When on your period he'd be the sweetest thing ever, getting you whatever you want when you want it as fast as possible. No questions asked.
Making breakfast together would be a common thing and usually becomes a kissing/cuddling session which results in burnt breakfast but it's just so worth it.
He loves movie night with the members because he steals a blanket for you and him so he can give you all of his attention instead of the movie.
Jiseok would also love to play songs for you on his guitar and would learn songs you love just to see your smile and get praised for his amazing talent.
As for the names he'd call you he'd come up with a Nickname for you but also use my love, baby, my angel etc
Bro would brag to the members about you all the time, talking about how much you love each other and rant about your dates
But when you're around he doesn't talk about you at all and when the other members bring it up Gaon refuses to admit it's true.
Playing with hair is a big thing in your relationship, he'd make you sit between his legs just to play with your hair and you'd do the same for him, often styling it in pigtails or little braids.
Stealing his hoodies/shirts would be such a blessing to him.
Seeing you wearing his shirt all baggy and nearly to your knees and covering your shorts just melts his heart.
Also giving you compliments when you might be feeling insecure is his number one goal as your Boyfriend
When wearing a bathing suit around him he'd notice your insecurity and would shower you in compliments.
♡Scenario ♡
"Want to go to the movies this weekend? I heard the new Mario movie is really good," Gaon said as he wrapped his arms around you and a cozy blanket. His hand then moved up to your head to pet your head and play with your hair.
"That sounds nice," you said half asleep with your eyes closed. Jiseok chuckled and just let you snuggle up in his arms as the campfire sounds played in the background from the TV. When Gaon realizes your asleep he'll take a picture of you, then take a selfie of the two of you and add it to his folder of photos of you <3
💫Spice head canons💫
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Gaon is 100% a switch and no one can change my mind
He'd probably be extremely vocal as a bottom and probably as top honestly. Moans, grunts, whines, whimpers, begging everything Jiseok's got it.
He'd be pretty comfortable being sexual anywhere but he'd prefer to be at home.
He would definitely be the type of boyfriend that just wants to completely pleasure you. He'd get pleasure from pleasuring you.
I think Gaon would be a big fan of fingering honestly and he would KEEP HIS RINGS ON! Which is just 🤌 to me
If you were ever trying to muffle your moans or try to be quieter he would immediately tell you not to or else he would just stop what he's doing completely to punish you.
I don't think he'd be an aggressive dom. He'd be soft for the most part but if he happened to be more of a hard dom if you told him to stop he would INSTANTLY no questions asked.
I feel like giving oral would also be a skill of his and he'd love to tease you with it.
He'd also do little seductive things around the other members to see how'd you and them would react.
As a bottom he'd be a little brat, constantly whining and begging for what he wants but once you give it to him your ears would be blessed.
I think he'd also be into grabbing your hair, not to pull on it per se but just to grab it.
Praising you would be consistent too saying things like "You're so good to me,"
I don't think he'd be too interested in using names like "mommy" or "daddy" but if it made you happy he would happily call you mommy
As a top he'd just love to hear you say his name over and over and pull his hair.
As I mentioned earlier he gets pleasure from pleasuring you so if you don't cum well enough or moan loud enough you better be prepared for a round two.
And after you do cum well enough or moan enough he would praise the shit out of you.
I don't think he'd be into using toys, he would rather just use himself to satisfy you but if you wanted him to use something he would.
He would also leave marks everywhere on you, thighs, neck, arms, hips, waist, chest, shoulders like there is no way in hell your going to be able to cover every mark
Sending rather risky texts is also a habit of his when he's working but that was just his way of teasing the crap out of you to get you more riled up
You riding his thigh just makes him so hard. Like even just you asking to get off on his thigh would turn him on and when he sees a dark patch on his thigh he would just melt in satisfaction.
Lingerie would turn him on so much but after that it'd be discarded on the floor so there's not much sense in buying Lingerie just to turn him on.
~Scenario~
"Louder," Gaon demanded as he repeatedly hit that sweet spot inside you with his nimble fingers. You basically yelled his name and he smirked in satisfaction. He started to pick up the pace as his fingers went deeper inside you than you could ever imagine making you see stars. "There, there!" You begged him to keep going and he did as you asked. Your whole body tensed up and jerked at his every touch. You pulled his hair hard making him groan lowly.
"Jiseok, I think I'm gonna," you couldn't even get in a whole sentence without moaning or whimpering.
"It's okay, just cum on my hands," and just as he finished saying that you did just that. That would've been your third orgasmn on just his fingers. He slowly continued pumping his fingers in and out of you before pulling them out. He observed the liquid that coated 4 of his fingers. He put his fingers together before pulling them apart again watching your arousal string his fingers together. He then put his fingers in his mouth and began sucking on them, moaning. After he had licked his fingers clean which turned you on for the 100th time tonight he said "so good"
•°○ after care○°•
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Gaon would turn into such a sweetheart after sex
Tending to any areas that might have been hurt and making sure he didn't bite too hard/much
He would say over and over again "you did so good," or "your amazing baby"
He would ask if you wanted a bath and if you said yes he would prepare it immediately and get you new pajamas for the night, slippers, nice warm towel, a book anything you needed.
If you said no to the bath he'd ask to cuddle you and you'd fall asleep in his arms
The next day your hips were sure to be bruised and he'd sincerely apologize and you'd have to keep saying "it's okay" or "it's fine it was amazing last night"
He'd also casually cover up all of his millions of markings he left on you.
♤Scenario♤
"I love you so much," Gaon said softly as you snuggled into his arms. His fingers played with your hair and he kissed your forehead. "Would you like a bath my love?" He said looking down at you with sweet doe eyes.
"Yes please," you smiled at him. He got up and gave you his shirt to wear until he finished getting your bath ready. You sat there just remembering what had just happened. That was until Gaon came into the room.
"Your baths ready," he grinned widely. You went into the bathroom and found your phone, and a book on the side of the tub. Your house coat and fresh pajamas were hung up and the water had some bubble bath soap in it. You hugged Gaon and thanked him.
A/N: I will be doing this for every member! It will be posted in order of like my biases so Gaon is first obviously and then it'll be Junhan and Gunil etc
Thank you for reading!!!♡♡♡
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I read Quiet Afternoon and I got to thinking, it says “tip his hand and break the sole unspoken rule he had held himself to for all these years to punish you.” Does this mean this is the first time Rindo has slept with bestie? If not, what was the first time/incident that caused Rindo to sleep with airhead best friend?
Masterlist | Quiet Afternoon
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To answer the question first: no. Its not Rindo's first time, not by a long shot.
That line is more so that Rindo is a delusional and unreliable narrator when it comes to his bestie: that is delusional and unreliable on a good day, and straight up in denial on having even held hands with you, let alone touched you, on a bad one. And this is also when this boy is at his most dangerous, willing to do anything to anyone, Ran included, to prove to himself that he was your best friend and nothing more, that you were still his sweet, naive, innocent airhead who he found especially annoying.
If you squint really hard at the implications of Rindo installing a soundproof door on his first day of moving into Bonten HQ, together with how well this boy already knows your body and your patterns by the time of the events of Quiet Afternoon, you may be able to infer that its definitely not your first tango, even if Rindo insists it is (no sweat if you didn't though, it was really very, very subtle on purpose).
And no one knows this fact better than Ran, given the older Haitani was the precise reason your purple-haired Bonten friend first broke rank against his better sense.
Rindo’s breaking point came sometime during your stardom period. All started going downhill when he reluctantly allowed you to continue to perform as an idol against his judgement on the basis of just how happy it made you - it had always been hard for this baby boy to deny you anything you wanted, and fresh out of another stint in jail, the delinquent-turn-yakuza was eager to make up for his time away from you. And this was on top of the weak spot he always had for your pouting, so no surprise that he caves as soon as you started to look the slightest bit down about having to leave your little gig so quickly after starting.
One of the caveats he does put in place in exchange for indulging you is that he is now personally in charge of your security, and that the rest of your bodyguards were from Bonten. No exceptions. Absolutely does not trust your ‘agency’ or whatever other maggots that you choose to surround yourself with, and so will take it upon himself to accompany you everywhere, to stand guard outside your changing room when he absolutely couldn’t be inside with you, fly with you everywhere you go. But of course this also means that he has to take time off work to do so, and that meant convincing Mikey to let him do so. Ran finds it amusing to what length his younger brother will go to keep you by his side (cough begging and grovelling in front of Mikey), promising that you could help to launder their money and what not. Mikey honestly couldn’t care even a lick, as long as Rindo takes the work in whatever country he ends up in.
Yet for all that he has done for you, the honeymoon period lasts only a good 6 months before everything fell apart. Rindo thought he had a good handle on things, but never has he been so under-prepared when it finally strikes your best friend just how massively popular you had become in such a short period. Everywhere you went, no matter where you toured, your concerts were all full, stuffed to the brim with fans. And oh how he detested that word.
Fans. Rabid, like mad dogs. Decked out in merchandise bearing your face and name, screaming at the stage hoping for even a smudge of your attention. even coming to the concert venue early hoping to get a glimpse of you.
Scum of the earth, how dare they ask for more than getting to breathe the same air as you?
How dare they demand more?!
The resentment of your adoring masses only built up more and more in Rindo, having to watch from the sidelines as you enthusiastically shook hands and thanked your fans for your support, dancing for them and winking at them. Like you were some sort of whore putting yourself on show for the world. Rindo would never stand for this, not for his best friend, yet he still gritted his teeth; for reasons beyond him, you were enjoying this, enjoying shaking your ass and chest at the unwashed insects.
And then all hell finally broke loose upon one of your returns to Japan after another of your tours.
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"Let. Me. Go," Rindo hissed as he was manhandled away from the still buzzing arrival hall by a rather amused Ran, his twisting and struggling to break free from the other’s grasp to no avail. "I'll kill him. I'll fucking kill him, and then I'll kill you."
The older Haitani sighed as he continued to force his younger brother along the otherwise empty corridor. "And that is precisely why we are in this situation."
And as usual, to none of their surprise, you were at the center of it all, though your airheaded presence that Rindo’s world revolved around was nowhere in sight, having already been sent ahead to the meeting point without your best friend’s knowledge. The hallway echoed with the clicks of their shoes, joined occasionally by the buzz of machinery as they passed and the hum of air-conditioning overhead. If he had known what the day was going to bring, Ran mused, he would have proposed doing this from the start; after all, airport staff were easier to disperse and keep away compared to the hordes of fans that you attract everywhere you go, and these staff corridors were rather convenient, snaking throughout the airport and away from the public eye. 
Rindo’s cursing and swearing went in one ear and out the other as Ran continued to daydream, though the man couldn’t quite blame his unusually hot-tempered younger brother either. After all, it had been the continuous build up of months of stress, having to deal with you and your little idol gig that you insisted you wanted to keep, and this latest incident was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.
A huff as Rindo finally gave up on his failed escape, his shoulders relaxing in the armlock he had been held in for the past fifteen minutes.
Ran raised an eyebrow. “You done?”
”Yeah. Let me go.”
“You sure?”
”Fuck you, I’ll get that shitstain later.”
Which was exactly what the older of the brothers wanted to hear, Ran nodding as he released Rindo without another word. Shitstain was putting it lightly in his opinion, considering how much trouble he had caused in the span of a single minute - but it wasn’t his problem to solve. As long as Rindo wasn’t attempting to pull a gun in front of the police and the public to settle his little lover’s quarrel, Ran couldn’t quite care what happened to another nobody.
Ran jerked his chin down the corridor. “She’s two doors down to the right. Security escorted her there earlier.” The room was already demarcated as yours, what with two Bonten grunts flanking each side, but he thought it would be better to make it clear, given Rindo’s state of mind. 
His younger brother was already gone before he could finish his sentence, and all Ran received as a thank you for his hard work was the slam of the door.
Ah, siblings.
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Rindo didn’t quite see it as lightly as Ran did. 
This past day had already been particularly hellish for him by any standard measurement. It all started with the last concert of your first tour two nights ago - he had been watching from backstage, as he always did, when your skirt had ripped during your second song. The sound of cloth tearing reached his ears even over the sound of the throbbing music. He had confirmed as much when you finally returned to him waiting for you in the dressing room during the intermission, which only sealed the suspicions that churned in his sinking gut: at just the right angle, you would have flashed the fans in the first few rows, his wretched older brother seated in the VIP box included. Even if he had made you put on a new, longer skirt, it was already too late. 
And then when he had tried to drill into you about the importance of keeping your distance from those lowlives least you catch something nasty, you hadn’t taken his concerns quite as seriously as he had hoped, laughing and beaming back at him, patting his hand reassuringly and trying to convince him that they were harmless. Strike 1.
He didn’t know what he expected, Rindo had to admit to himself; you had always been such an airhead, even since childhood when he first met you. You probably wouldn’t even have survived for so long if the younger Haitani hadn’t take you under his wing as his best friend, and the least you could do to pay him back was to listen to him. All he asked was for you to stay close to him and far away from everyone else, especially Ran.
Sure, there were times like this where Rindo would be forced to allow Ran to inhabit the same space as you - seeing as his older brother had attended your concert and similarly happened to be heading back to Bonten HQ, the three of you had to share the jet - but of all the people to turn up cheekly waving merchandise with your face and name plastered all over? Well, he did say that you were one of the best he’s seen in a while, but still. The man with the short purple hair did it on purpose, Rindo was certain, and definitely to trigger an outburst from him; if you hadn’t been present, he would have strangled Ran himself for bringing up how good you looked on stage (now he was certain Ran saw your panty flashing). Strike 2.
It was without a doubt that your best friend was already rather on edge as the jet finally landed back in Tokyo. It was supposed to be a secret when you would arrive, which meant that there were fans behind barricades eagerly awaiting your appearance outside the airport. Sure, fine. You were famous, whatever, Rindo could hardly bother. But what broke his dam was a single unruly fan. One man, decked out from head to toe in merchandise spouting your name and face, who had decided for very clear, unacceptable reasons to jump the fence in an attempt to ambush you. And the vein that had been throbbing on Rindo’s forehead all day finally burst. Strike 3.
If Ran hadn’t been a second faster to grip and restrain his hand, Rindo would have shot him dead before security could grab the assailant. 
And the missed opportunity continued to haunt him despite thirty minutes having already passed and nothing having happened to you, the sheer anger he had felt in that moment surging through his veins once more as Rindo stalked down the corridor, leaving Ran to talk at his back. Sure, he was going to arrange to have that scum erased, yet the upcoming torture wasn’t enough to soothe his nerves. Because how dare he? How dare that unworthy insect you called a fan even think of laying a finger on you? 
And then the heartstopping fear that chilled him to his bones that followed - what about you?
Throwing open the door and seeing your back turned to him only reinforced his sudden onset of fear, the closing of the door behind him reverberating in his ears. You were too naive, too stupid to think beyond your next meal, but what if there was someone else in the picture? Could it be that you had laughed away his concerns earlier because someone else told you so? Could it be that you continued to indulge others because you were being influenced? Could it be?
It had to be, Rindo gulped, as you finally acknowledged him, standing from your small seat and waving eagerly. Someone must have gotten to you while he was locked away in prison, brainwashing you into abandoning him and running off with them. Or worse, with Ran.
He couldn’t hear any of the words you were speaking at him, trapped in the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind, his body numb as you tugged him over to the small comfy corner that the airport staff had set up for you. 
Nothing went in, Rindo staring blankly at you, though you seemed to have failed to notice your friend’s inaction until you tried to get his attention. 
”-n! Rin-rin!! Hello?”
The Bonten executive blinked, awakening to your curious face taking up his entire view. 
“Rin-rinnnnn.”
Rindo simply stood suddenly, forcing you to back away, though a beam quickly replaced your surprised expression. A quick glance around the room told him that it was empty of cameras, and he was certain enough that the grunts outside had ensured as much - they were, after all, the ones who would pay with their lives should the police ever become involved. “Bend over the table and pull down your skirt,” he ordered, though he didn’t wait for you to register his instruction, instead already moving to gently guide you.
He had to make sure that you knew who you belonged to, and no matter how much your best friend dreaded what he was going to do to you next, it was necessary. You couldn’t be trusted to know up from down, let alone keep yourself safe and away from those who wanted to do your harm. From those who wanted to see you separated from him.
“Okay!” You cheerfully agreed. “What are we doing?”
Needless to say, this fateful day was the start of the end of your career as an idol. You had a good run while it lasted.
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ohbo-ohno · 6 months
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omgomgomgomggggg u mentioned reader locked in a cage watching her stuffed bear through the bars and my mind immediately started racing. do u think when they have her locked up they sit just outside the bars teasing her with her stuffed bear shaking him around just outside her reach? taunting her and cooing when tears slide down her cheeks😭they throw a blanket over ur cage and leave u there for “puppy’s nap time” i’m actually shaking
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oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my
this is a little long one because both of these concepts have killed me and i lost control of myself
im shaking. hyperventilating. quivering. i am an unrecognizable person after reading these asks.
forced into a cage fucking GETS ME!!! noncon puppy play you will always be famous. both of my noncon/dubcon ghostsoap puppyplay things (say that five times fast) have johnny falling into a type of subspace really quickly so i haven't actually gotten to write a lot of a forced puppy reacting badly and i want to so MUCH!!! might do it with ghostsoap in a follow up to the thing i just posted honestly. it's so fucking delicious
but anyways. in this au the cage you get shoved in isn't johnny's cage, it's one they made for you so you can keep them company during their murderous free time. that means the cage is small, you-sized :( you can't sit up straight in it, can't stretch your legs out the whole way, can't even really kneel straight up. a tiny little space for a tiny little girl oh im going to be SICK
i like the idea of reader having a little nest of her own in their cabin, filled with soft things for her to relax into (and, of course, a hook for them to leash her to) so i feel like her cage in the basement is probably a little ugly. probably no blankets or pillows, shoved in the middle of the room somewhere so there's no place where you can hide (aka press yourself against the wall), leaves you exposed and vulnerable and cold. poor little puppy :( crying and sniffling and begging them not to force you in, but they just chuckle and ruffle your hair a bit, force you to your knees.
all that being said: your little bear johnny and bear simon are in the bad cage with you <3
the stuffy (im calling it a bear but fill in an animal if you'd like) is a total comfort object for you, something that has gone through every bad thing right by your side. when they fuck you, you almost always have the bear in your arms. when they force you to their torture dungeon, the bear is either in your arms or in your eyeline. maybe one of the times they hunt you simon slips the little bear into your arms while johnny is fucking you in the dirt, smirks a little when you thank him and hold it tight to your chest.
if you get really worked up from what they're doing one of them throws an old blanket over your cage. it makes everything so much worse - you can't see anything, you're left alone in this cold dark space, and you can still hear every sound of pain and the tools your kidnappers are using. but for some reason you feel more vulnerable in the dark (like a bird lol) so you go quiet, hunch down real low and squeeze your eyes shut so you can't see the bloodstains on the blanket. simon on johnny think they're helping you cause you don't sound nearly as scared when you can't see anything <3 gives them horrible ideas involving blindfolds but that's another thing
johnny keeping your bear from you. it's like the two of you want me dead. “do you wanna come out now?🥺” “you want your bear??🥺” “are you gonna be a good girl now???🥺🥺” and "teasing her with her stuffed bear shaking him around just outside her reach? taunting her and cooing when tears slide down her cheeks" like im so fucking GONE it's actually not even funny.
you get real puppy-like when they make you beg for your bear. little paws held out, eyes all big and teary, panting and wiggling around cause you want your toy so badly. simon telling you to take the stuffy with your teeth, and you whine because you don't want to bite your bear!!!! but he says johnny and i bite you all the time, puppy, if you can take it so can your bear so you finally lean forward, get a little loose hold on the stuffy's leg where johnny's holds it out
but he's so mean, because he doesn't let it go :( just smiles real big at the sight of you on your knees, little puppy toy between your teeth. go on, he'd say take it, lass. and you try!!! you tug it a little, shake your head a bit, but he won't let go!! he won't give you your bear!!!
until simon tells him to, a gruff that's enough tug o' war, johnny, she's been a good girl. hand it over. and then the stuffy is yours again, finally. you'd tuck it up right in your arms, hold it close to your chest and bury you nose in the soft fur with your eyes squeezed shut. you ignore the little coos from above you, fully throw yourself into loving on your bear
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reader has a migraine in class so bad she can’t take notes and quinn!bf pulls up into her class with all her favorite foods and medicine. He also sits and takes her notes for her :p
an - Loved this request! I changed it a little bit cause it just made kinda more sense to me to make it like an online class so I hope that’s okay. I also gave reader abdominal migraines as well because that’s what I have so it was easier to explain! I had a migraine + abdominal migraine about two weeks ago and literally could not move, it was actual hell.
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Your head was absolutely pounding, and your stomach felt like someone took a sledgehammer to it while nausea also was coursing through you. You were experiencing a migraine and an abdominal migraine at the same time, of course this started the morning you had an important class you couldn’t miss, critical information being taught today.
It was honestly even worse that the class would be on a zoom call because you’d have to stare at the screen to take the intensive and very important notes you needed for the next unit.
Quinn was worried, he’d texted you three times, being left on read immediately but getting nothing in return, not because you were ignoring him. It was just that you had been preparing a text to send him when you had to put your phone down because of a wave of nausea and your phone was just still open to your texts with him. Quinn called you, concerned with your strange behavior.
You flinched are the sound of your ringtone, your head aching. You were about to decline the call until you saw “Quinner💘” at the top of your screen. You accepted the call, putting it on speakerphone then setting in on your bedside table.
“Hey baby, are you alright?”
You heart warmed at his concern, but your head aches at the sound of his voice.
“Not really, um, I’m having an abdominal and normal migraine right now, I feel so shit.”
Quinn let out a gasp when you said this, immediately standing up from his seat on the couch in his living room and going to grab his car keys.
“Oh shit baby, m’so sorry. I’m comin’ over, okay? I’ll be there quick, with anything you might need.”
He told you this in a much quieter voice then before, which brought the smallest of smiles to your face. Somehow your boy could make you smile when you were in some of the worst pain you’d ever felt.
He stayed true to his word, showing up only 20 minutes later, with a bag of the food you could eat during abdominal migraines, ibuprofen, advil, and a stuffed canucks bear he saw in the store he thought you would like.
He let himself into your apartment, taking his shoes off and quietly entering your room, seeing you laying in the middle of your queen sized bed, curled into yourself with an arm resting on your stomach, blackout curtains drawn and your eyes screwed shut.
He didn’t say anything to you, he just put the bag down next to your bed and sat down next to you, hand rubbing over your back, up and down. You turned and slowly crawled into his arms, tucking your head into his neck and inhaling his scent, comforting you further.
“Thank you for coming baby, I love you.”
You whispered to him, clinging to him. He laid down fully on your bed so you could be more comfortable.
“‘Course sweet girl, can’t let you suffer, let alone suffer by yourself.”
You just held onto him tighter, he felt it, he felt your gratitude, your love, he knew.
“I jus’ have to take some ibuprofen real quick ‘cause I gotta class in like 15 that I can’t miss, gotta take super long notes today.”
Quinn was already denying you the second the words came out of your mouth, he knew looking at a screen, listening to your professor for almost two hours would only worsen your migraines.
“No. Baby, there’s no way I’m lettin’ you do that. I’ll take the notes, you need to just take some meds, eat something if you can, and then go to sleep baby, alright?”
There was a certain tone in his voice that you couldn’t try to argue with, a tone that at any other point would probably have you blushing and flustered, but right now, you just felt like hot garbage.
“Uh, fine, you really don’t have to Q, I really can-”
“Fuck no, baby. M’not letting you worsen your situation with a lecture, alright?”
You just nodded into his shoulder mumbling three little words that he whispered right back to you, warmth replacing your nausea for just a few seconds before it was back.
You snuggled for a few more minutes before Quinn was getting you medicine, water, and food. He asks you to tell him how to get your class pulled up and after you show him, he leaves you and goes to your living room, so that he can listen to the lecture without you hearing.
You take your meds, drink some water, and then close your eyes. You know sleeping this all off is your best bet. An hour and a half later, Quinn finished your notes and came back to bed with you, holding you. His presence definitely helped you get more comfortable, as you both sleep off your migraine.
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desert-fern · 10 months
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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader
Part 7: Shaping up and Shipping Out
Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?
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Warnings: like 2 swears, tis mostly fluff
Word Count: 2.6k
Masterlist >> Part 6 >> Part 8
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The next few weeks were busy. Between organizing information, running exercises, and trying and failing not to drool over Hangman, Bear was scattered. The night before she had taught the pilots a little about handling the paintball guns they used for training and organized a paintball competition with everyone. She could hear the laughter and the teasing that had echoed loudly through the warehouse and it made her smile. Bear loved how easily her people and the pilots had come together, forming their own little pack. She had promised to look after them and seeing that their support systems were growing filled her heart with joy. A knock at her office door broke her from her thoughts. “Come in.”
“Hey Bear. Hope we didn’t interrupt anything.” Bob and Rooster were standing in the open doorway.
“No, not at all. I was just finishing up. What’s going on?”
Bob replied simply. “Us and a few of the others are heading out to the bar for a bit before we ship out tomorrow. You feeling up to joining us?”
Bear smiled softly. “Wish I could, Bobert and Chicken. I still have to finish my packing — well actually start my packing. Plus I need a night to just take it easy for a bit. But I appreciate the offer.”
“No worries, just wanted to see if you were interested,” Bob told her, giving her a wave. “Pretty sure Hangman’s going to be disappointed though.”
Bear’s mouth fell open in shock. “I-what? Where did that come from?”
“We all see how you look at each other,” Rooster added. “And honestly, Bug and I were chatting yesterday, she thinks that it would be good for you. I do too.”
“Boys, come on,” Bear sighed in defeat. “Nothing can or will happen there. The fact of the matter is that I am his and your superior. There’s rules against this sort of thing.”
Bob gave her a sympathetic smile. “But you aren’t his direct superior. Especially once this mission is over. It could still happen. Doesn’t mean that you have to, but just think about it,” he said gently. “But we will leave you to finish up, and we’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning.”
“Have a goodnight, Bear.”
“Thanks guys, you too. Have fun tonight,” Bear said quietly. Her mind was whirring. Somehow, the Daggers and her team knowing that there was mutual interest between her and Hangman made it worse. Her thoughts about the blonde pilot were all jumbled together. It would take a madwoman to sort through them and she just couldn’t handle that on top of everything else she had to deal with. So she stuffed them down. She could sort them out later. Hopefully he’d understand.
Bear shut off her computer and packed her bag in a daze. A part of her wanted to see Hangman before they shipped out, but she knew that she’d see him tomorrow, so with a muddled mind, Bear left her office.
She was intercepted halfway to the parking lot by Fanboy and Fireball, who asked her the same question as Bob and Rooster had only minutes before. She turned them down, just like she had earlier and gave them a wave. Once in her car, Bear let her head thunk against the steering wheel, trying to shake off the haze of her thoughts. Taking a few deep breaths, the fog cleared and she drove home, humming along to a random song playing softly through the radio.
Her arrival home was unremarkable. Every house she drove past looked the same. The same U.S. flag flying from the porch, the same cookie cutter front yard. And then there was hers. The only house without the flag because it kept flying away and getting caught in a tree or stuck on the roof. The only house missing the ‘lived in’ feel.
Inside, Bear tossed her keys on the table by the front door, her bag hung up on the hook in the kitchen. With a groan, she heaved herself up the stairs and into the shower, fully intending on relaxing for the rest of the night, with no blonde flyboy to make her trip over her words.
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Well, at least that was her plan. Two hours after arriving home and after her shower, Bear had begun packing. Clothes were strewn across the room, her uniform in the wash, and she stood there in a t-shirt and small black bike shorts that only just barely covered her ass. While in the middle of folding shirts, the doorbell rang, making her swear and stomp down the stairs. “Whoever the fuck is at the door better have a good-” she cut off her tirade abruptly, seeing Hangman on her front porch. “Hi.”
The pilot looked amused. “Hello to you too,” he said. “Is everything alright?” Jake was holding a pizza box in one hand, the other hanging awkwardly at his side. It was like everything had stopped when Bear yanked open the door yelling. Her hair, normally tied into a tight bun, was hanging loose about her shoulders and she stood in front of him in shorts that should have been illegal with how closely they painted themselves to her thighs.
“Umm…yeah. It is,” Bear replied awkwardly. She had leaned against the doorframe, one hand still holding the door open. “What are you doing here?”
“Fireball mentioned that you weren’t coming out with us tonight, and that you have a habit of not eating when you’re busy,” Jake told her, his other hand coming up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. “So he gave me your address and I brought pizza.”
She grinned at him. “You did, huh?”
“Yep. So can I come in?”
Bear pretended to think. “Well, you did bring food and I don’t hate your face, so sure.” Her eyes were bright as she grinned up at him. She stepped aside, letting him pass before shutting the door behind him.
“Nice place,” Jake remarked as he stood in the entryway, glancing around at the pictures on the walls. “These are your platoons?”
She nodded. “They are. Each team I have been a part of since I first enlisted,” Bear told him, pride evident in her voice. Sidling close to him, she pointed at the last picture on the wall. “This is the only one I have of the Lieutenants from the current team.”
Jake swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the warmth of her body against his arm as she told him about the pictures. “Is that Flare? She looks so young.”
“It is, she had just been promoted not even a week before this,” Bear said, her voice full of pride. “But you didn’t come here to stand around and hear me talk about nothing. Let’s get the pizza in the kitchen, it’s literally right behind you.”
“Actually I did come here to listen to you ramble,” Jake replied, shooting her a wink and relishing in how her cheeks pinked and how she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing on it. “It’s why I brought pizza AND rang the doorbell.” He wandered into the kitchen, opening cabinets to find plates, the pizza box now on the counter.
Bear shook her head, following him into the kitchen and popping open the box. “Fuck yes, pepperoni,” she mumbled excitedly under her breath, not catching the smug look on Jake’s face behind her.
“I told you, Fireball told me a lot.” He passed her a plate, stepping beside her to grab a few pieces for himself. “Including your love of pepperoni.”
“Well thank god for that,” Bear said in between bites. “I had completely forgotten about food. So thank you, Jake.”
“It’s not a problem, Teddy.”
She groaned. “Please stop calling me that.”
“I think I’ve grown rather attached to it,” Jake teased, stepping into her space, forcing her to look up at him.
“Fine, Flyboy. Whatever,” she said with a shrug, forcefully willing her blush away. “I have to finish packing.”
Jake stuffed his pizza crust in his mouth, nodding as he took both of their plates. “Need a hand?”
Bear gave him a confused look. “I mean, if you want. It’ll be pretty boring.”
He merely nodded, putting both plates in the sink before following her up the stairs. “You’re a bit of a chaotic packer, aren’t you?” Jake teased, taking in the room in front of him.
“Shut up,” Bear tossed back, going over to her bag and refolding a few shirts to make room. “Something has to give and it sure as fuck won’t be the intel.”
Jake shrugged, silently agreeing with her. “Makes sense to me,” he replied. “Did you need any of this?” He held up two black tech shirts.”
“Ummm…,” Bear hummed, mentally going through her list. “Is the one on the right the smaller of the two?”
Jake’s brow furrowed as he checked the tags. “Yep, you need it?”
“Duh, that’s why I asked,” she sassed. So Jake threw it at her, watching it hit her in the face and land in the bag. “Hey!”
He began to laugh, completely distracted by the look of surprise on her face and he didn’t see her wind up and throw a balled up pair of socks at him. “You are gonna regret that Teddy,” he replied, grabbing a handful of the clothing left on her bed.
“You promise, Flyboy? Because I think you forget who you’re up against,” Bear teased, jumping up to stand on her bed, another pair of socks aimed at Jake’s face, practically daring him to try something.
Seconds passed as the two had their little standoff, before Jake whipped a sweater at her, yelping as the socks bounced off his chest not even seconds later. Bear continued pelting him with clothing, laughing at his reaction. “Okay! Okay! Mercy!” Jake finally managed to say between laughter.
Bear hopped off the bed, one last item in her hand as she stood over his folded position on her bedroom floor. “Beg for your life, Flyboy.”
Jake was laughing too hard to answer her, sending the woman above him into peals of giggles. “Okay. I’m good,” he said with an exhale. “Let’s finish getting you packed.”
Bear extended her hand to him, clasping his forearm and pulling him up, stumbling back half a step when they found themselves nose to nose. “Ummm…” Bear trailed off, ducking her gaze and slipping past him. “Packing. And now thanks to you, I have to pick up all my socks again,” she teased, bumping him with her elbow.
He shook his head at her antics. She seemed carefree, happy in his presence. Maybe he was imagining things, but a man could dream that he had a hand in easing her tension. “Sure, blame me. C’mon Teddy.”
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Over the next few hours, Bear and Hangman packed up her gear, continuing the stream of conversation, bouncing from one topic to the next with ease. It felt natural to them both, almost effortless in the way they spoke and teased the other.
It was only when the last zipper was pulled closed and the last bag was placed in the hallway, did the conversation stop. Both paused, somehow unable to find words that had been there not even seconds before. “Thank you for your help,” Bear finally spoke after a long pause. “I appreciate it. Especially since you could have been out with the team.”
She felt suddenly shy, pinned under the pale green gaze of the man in front of her. It was as if she stood bare before him. Every thought, feeling, and desire was exposed and brought into the light for him to see. She had misjudged him at first, dismissing him as just another cocky pilot who thought he was better than everyone else. And while she wasn’t completely wrong, tonight he had shown her more of himself than she had expected. But she stopped herself. “This can’t happen,” Bear thought to herself. “I could lose my position and my job if this ever gets out.”
Jake smiled at her. The last few hours had been some of the best that he could remember. Having seen yet another side of this strong woman, Jake fell harder. It was no longer physical. Well, it was, but now it was so much more than that. Bear was everything he’d never considered for himself. The strength, the kindness, bravery, gentleness all seemed to radiate from her, bathing all who were lucky enough to get close to her in the light that shone from her. And he was thrilled that she allowed him this close. “Honestly, this was probably the most fun I’ve had in a while,” he admitted quietly. “Including when I hit Rooster in the chest during that paintball fight last week.”
A soft laugh escaped her. They had drifted from her room, back down to the front entryway, neither willing to part from the other. “That was pretty funny,” Bear replied. Glancing at the clock on the wall in the kitchen, she hummed. “It’s getting late and we have to be up early tomorrow. You should probably go.”
“Probably.” Giving her one last soft smile, Jake opened the door, stepping out onto the porch. “Have a good night Teddy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” she echoed, eyes still fixed on him. Letting out a small chuckle, Bear leaned against the door frame. “Drive safe, Flyboy. I need your ass in order to run this mission.”
“Yes ma’am,” Jake replied. He stood awkwardly next to his truck, hand tapping against his thigh, before nodding once and unlocking the vehicle.
Bear watched him pull out of the driveway, and waited until he was down the road before shutting the door and locking it. Once inside, she leaned back against the door, pressing her hands against her eyes until bright spots filled her vision. “Get it together,” she mumbled. “You can’t let him distract you.”
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The next morning, Bear found herself on the dock early. Her larger bags had been sent ahead, leaving her with her backpack that held her documents. She greeted each member of her four platoons, exchanging hugs and greetings with their families, before counting them all and sending them aboard the USS Lincoln to get settled. She was waiting for the Daggers to arrive, being unable to leave without Maverick making an appearance.
“I’m going to miss you, love,” she overheard Phoenix say, pressing a deep kiss against the lips of a brunette woman who stood only slightly smaller than the pilot. “I love you.”
“Love you more, Nat.” One more quick kiss and the other woman stepped back, watching Phoenix clap Bob on the shoulder.
Watching the goodbyes always made her stomach clench. It was a reminder of how easily something like the Navy could take over your life and make it impossible to find someone who truly understood what it was like. “Bear!”
“Chicken. You’re chipper this morning,” she replied, having been abruptly pulled from her thoughts.
He grinned, pulling her into a side hug. “What can I say? I had some of my girl’s lovin’ last night and now I’m not sure how I could ever leave.”
“Okay, gross. I did not need to know that.”
He laughed, clapping her on the back before ascending the walkway onto the ship, catching up with Fanboy and Payback.
More pilots trickled past, and from the corner of her eye, she caught Maverick arriving. He was in deep conversation with Admiral Simpson, who met her curious gaze. Bear snapped into a salute, only lowering her arm when the gesture was returned. “Good morning, Sir.”
“Commander. Is your team ready?”
“Yes Sir, we are. Admiral Harris is up to date on any recent changes to the plans, and if things change further, I will keep you both in the loop,” Bear replied.
“Good to hear, Commander,” the Admiral said. He nodded once to Maverick, who returned the gesture, before turning to them both. “Best of luck to you both.”
“Thank you Sir,” Maverick replied, shifting his bag in his grip. Admiral Simpson walked off, pausing to converse with the woman Phoenix had kissed goodbye on the dockside. “Are you ready Commander?”
“Are you, Captain?”
He laughed, “Fair enough, let’s get settled.”
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A/N: So they're getting closer! Almost makes you wonder if it’s going to stay like that….
Thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 @dakotakazansky and @sarahsmi13s for yelling at me! Any and all errors are my own!
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rainylana · 2 years
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“Looks like I’m going to prom.”
Eddie Munson x reader
summary: he doesn’t want to go. he thinks you don’t either, until he catches you staring off into the distance with that look in your eye.
warnings: so much damn fluff you have to read it in small amounts or you’ll fall dead over. language, smoking, reader is lowkey rude af and a carbon copy of eddie lmao. clueless eddie for the first half, but he gets so damn cute it’s almost prison worthy. reader is described with curly hair, some stereotypical descriptions about females?? smut, oral (female receiving), praising, fingering, slight decrophylia. also you might be a bit confused if you haven’t watched back to the future lol. it’s so mf cute istg.
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Sometimes Eddie forgot you were a girl. Well, not literally. He definitely knew you were a girl when it came to the bedroom. But you were so different compared to the other girls of Hawkins high. That’s why he was dating you. You were like an exact carbon copy of him.
That first day of sophomore year was the best day of his life, watching you confidently shove your way through the storms of people.
“Holy shit. Who the fuck is that?”
Your dressed exactly like him. Hell, you looked like him too, with your wild, untamed curls and whimsical eyes. You listened to the same music as he did, and every day you showed up wearing some ripped up band t-shirt. You were seen as a freak just as much as he was, and you were the proud mascot of the hellfire club.
It hadn’t taken you long before you and Eddie first hooked up. You weren’t a relationship person, well hadn’t been before at least, but Eddie was…he was the love of your life.
You had the dirtiest attitude. Your sarcasm off buttons had been broken years ago, and god forbids anyone cross you, or Eddie or any of the hellfire members. You’d been suspended three times for breaking out into fights, all of them defending your lovers honor.
Honestly, you were a bitch. You were rude and disrespectful. But Eddie was head over heels in love with you, and treated you like an absolute goddess.
That being said, he often forgot you were a lady, because you most certainly did not act like a lady.
For example, you’d been having a movie night, and just so happened to be on your period, and he’d caught you crying out of the corner of his eye while watching E.T. He was so shocked by the sight he didn’t even say anything.
You didn’t wear make up, but you had to wear mascara. You couldn’t go a day without it, saying you looked “fucking ugly” without it. He always watched in awe when you’d put it on, and you’d kick him in shin playfully when you caught him staring.
You had a stuffed teddy bear that you held on to since child hood. You didn’t sleep with it much, just sat on display, but it always freaked him out when he’d wake up in the middle of the night with the bear staring at him and tucked between your arms.
And very, very rarely on occasion, you’d ask him how you looked nonchalantly, standing in the mirror. You usually never gave a shit about your appearance, so it always shocked him when he seen a sliver of insecurities seep through.
None of these things were a big deal and he knew that, but he forgot that you weren’t anything but a carefree metalhead like himself and had feelings.
“So, I’m sittin’, right? Trying my best not to blow my brains out, but the bitch just keeps talking and talking, and I’m like “christ, Carver, nobody gives a fuck!” So of course the pussy had to snitch on me again! Now I got fucking detention again.” Your head was in Eddie’s lap, your feet dangling off the edge of the school picnic table.
It was a sunny day out, so the hellfire club decided to spend their lunch hour outside by their normal spot. You’d been ranting for the past five minutes about you wished for a cruel, horrible death to fall upon Hawkins favorite golden boy.
“Isn’t that your second time this week?” Dustin said with a mouthful, sitting cross legged on the ground as he ate his lunch.
“Third, actually.” Eddie exhaled smoke, tapping the tip of his cigarette away from your face. “My baby’s tryna’ beat her record.” He smirked down at you, making everyone chuckle as he tapped your nose.
You swatted his hand away, scrunching your nose. “Well, I can’t help it I’m better than everyone else. They just don’t want to hear it.”
“One of these days Jason is gonna knock you on your ass.” Mike retorted, arms crossed as he leaned against the tree.
“Whoa.” Eddie exclaimed, eyes widening slightly. “Got a death wish today, Wheeler?”
“I fuckin’ dare him to swing at me.” You sat up on your elbows, parting your lips as Eddie pushed the cigarette between them. “It’ll be his last day on Earth.” You mumbled, taking a puff.
“I can’t wait to see that.” Gareth sent Eddie a sly smile, passing him his bag of pretzels.
“It’ll probably be any day now if you don’t watch that mouth of yours, sweetheart.” His hand went down to your thigh, and you cocked your head to blow smoke in his face.
“You know I can’t do that.”
He coughed shortly, nodding. “Yeah, I know.”
You both gave each other that love sickening stare that made your lips curl into a smirk, and you gave him a kiss on the lips, puckering up with a loud muah sound.
“You guys hear about the prom theme this year?” Dustin fished through his backpack.
“Why do you think we would give a shit about that, Henderson?” Eddie rolled his eyes, thumb rubbing your forehead as you laid back down with your head in his lap.
“Yeah, well, El is dragging Mike and Lucas wants to take Max, so I’m hoping I can take Susie.” He smiled tooth fully, handing Eddie the flyer.
You sat up, elbows on his lap as you peered over the paper. “Enchantment under the sea, huh?” He raised a brow. “I take it whoever came up with the title is a Back to the future fan.”
Everyone laughed, you did too, but your fingers etched up to take it from his grasp so you could investigate it further. The paper was pale blue, fish and sea life drawn on the paper with big, bold lettering. For some reason, you couldn’t put it down. The bright colors invited you in, and you brought up a nail to bite, drowning out the boys.
Back to the future was one of your favorite movies. You laughed through the entire thing when you saw it in the theater with Eddie and Gareth. You weren’t typically a fan of cliché romance movies, but the prom scenes between Marty and Lorraine, as weird as it was for being his mother, was enjoyable. Watching George and Lorraine fall and love and wind up together at the end made your heart swell.
As cringy as it was, Eddie was your George.
“Y/n!”
You jumped slightly, dropping the paper from your hand. “What?” You snapped, heart racing as you crashed back down to reality. Everyone’s eyes were on you.
“I said, did you get the biology answers?” Eddie narrowed his eyes at your quietness, tucking a cigarette behind his ear for later. “We got class in a few minutes.”
You hazily nodded, groaning as you sat up from his lap. “It’s in my locker. Be back in a sec’.”
He watched you step over Mike’s torso, purposely stepping on his fingers and making the boy cry out. He didn’t laugh, thinking about that look he’d watch stir up in your eye, a look he barely ever saw. Damnit.
You wanted to go to prom.
He did not want to go. He despised the idea. There were about a million other things he’d rather do. Hell, maybe even do the biology homework for himself. But, you held his heart. You loved him like no other, made him feel wanted and special. So, whatever you wanted, he made sure to give you.
“Son of a bitch.” He rolled his eyes with a groan.
Everyone looked to their dungeon master. “What’s the matter?” Dustin asked.
He watched you disappear into the school, giving the finger to Jason and his friends who hung out by the bleachers. You wanted to go to..to prom.
He sighed heavily. “Looks like I’m going to prom.”
“So like here’s my dilemma, okay? Y/n wants to go to prom. To prom! Weird, right? So listen…I don’t..well, I don’t know what to do. I don’t wanna go. I thought she didn’t either! I swear, she’s gonna give me gray hair before I’m thirty. But like…I can tell she really wants to go. She keeps watching Back to the Future every night before we go to bed and every time someone starts talking about it she just gets this..this look in her eye! And it’s..god, it’s cute. It’s like, really cute. So obviously I’m gonna take her! But what do I do? Should I ask her? Surprise her? I don’t-”
“Do you plan on ever letting me speak, Ed?” Wayne rubbed his temples, leaning against the kitchen sink as Eddie ranted and paced away.
It had been a week since the news of the upcoming prom had been announced, and he couldn’t seem to work through any of his thoughts. He didn’t want to disappoint, so as much as he hated it, he wanted to make it right, however that may be.
“Oh.” Eddie deadpanned, swallowing awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just…well, I’m nervous. I don’t do the prom thing.”
“I know you don’t.” Wayne nodded, adjusting the hat on his head. “But you didn’t do girlfriends, either, remember? I’d say you and y/n are doing pretty well, aren’t you?”
“Oh, yeah, we’re great.” He pushed out a breath, smiling at the thought of you as he sat down on his uncle’s pull out couch. “She’s..she’s amazing. She makes me so happy.”
“Well, see?” He pointed. “That worked out. I’m sure prom won’t be that much harder.”
“Yeah, but prom is so…girly.” Eddie cringed, shaking his shoulders in disgust. “Y/n is not girly.”
“She is a girl though, bud.” Wayne chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. “Did you forget?”
His eyes bulged out of his skull. “Oh, god no. She’s so…so hot and the things she does with her hands I-”
“I don’t need to hear any of that.”
Eddie clamped his mouth shut as he seen his Uncle go uncomfortably, and he chuckled under his breath. “Right. Sorry.”
He ran his ringed hands through his mane of dark curls, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration. His knee started bouncing, and he cursed under his breath.
“Come on, kiddo, don’t freak out.” He noticed his nephews state, pushing himself off the counter to sit beside him, patting his shoulder. “Don’t think of it as…prom. Just a regular date.”
Eddie pushed out an exasperated breath, eyes red and narrowed as he stared at the wall. “She overwhelms me sometimes, Uncle Wayne. I never would of thought I’d ever consider going…but she wants to go so bad and I just want to make her happy. It scares me how much I…how much I love her, you know?”
It warmed Wayne’s heart to hear him sound so passionate about something besides Dungeon and Dragons, and he loved you for it. You had a dirty attitude that matched his nephew’s to a t’, but you were undeniably good for him.
“You sound like your daddy when you talk like that,” Wayne sighed softly, grasping his chin in hand. “He got that way when he talked about your momma.”
Eddie stiffened beside him, squeezing his hands into fists. “I don’t wanna hear about that.”
“I know you don’t.” Wayne grasped his beer bottle. “But it’s the truth.”
“I’m not like my old man.” Eddie said gruffly, a scowl on his lips at the mention of his father. The only one who could bring him up was his uncle. His friend, including you, knew that it was off limits.
“Sometimes you are.��� Wayne pressed, turning to look at his nephew. “But you got your momma’s heart. That’s why you wanna take y/n to prom. Because you’re a good person.”
His heart ached at the mentions of his mother, the woman he could barely remember, and sighed deeply. “I just don’t want to disappoint her. She means everything to me.”
He grasped his nephew’s shoulder. “You won’t, Ed. Just be yourself. It’s worked this long, don’t ya think?”
That was true. If he was ever going to scare you away, he would of thought you would of left a long, long time ago.
All you ever heard was talk talk talk about that damn prom. Yay fucking hooray. You couldn’t understand it, but every time someone mentioned it, you got pissed off, uncomfortable even, like you didn’t want to hear about it.
Well, you knew why you felt that why, after all, it wasn’t rocket science. You wanted to go, and you cursed yourself at the thought. It wasn’t your scene. It wasn’t Eddie’s scenes. But that didn’t seem to matter. As much as you liked to pretend you were a stone cold, emotionless robot, you loved Eddie with your entire being and soul, and damnit, you wanted to go to prom with him. It went against all social gatherings that you believed in, but you guess that none of those things mattered in this equation.
Boyfriends took their girlfriends to prom. Boyfriends who loved their girlfriends took them to prom. You knew Eddie loved you, so was it a crime to want him to take you?
Well, you figured it wouldn’t matter soon anyways, because prom was only in a matter of hours, being that night, and you were on your way home from another shit day at work. When you pulled into the drive of your shared home, you narrowed your eyes at the darkness of the windows. His van was there, but it looked like nobody was home. No way in hell had his ass went to bed yet.
You exited your truck and trotted up the porch, taking out your key and unlocking the door. You were met with darkness, hand searching the wall for a light switch. You flipped it on when you found it, scanning the rooms, but no Eddie.
“If you’re trying to scare me again, Eddie, I swear I’m gonna feed your balls to Max’s dog!” You tossed your keys on the cabinet, taking weary steps into the kitchen. There was only so many places he could hide. You flipped on the light to the bedroom. No Eddie.
But there was something that caught your eye.
On your bed, was a dress, a very familiar looking dress. Your eyes widened slightly, approaching it with slow steps, fingers reaching out to lift it up to the length of your shoulders. It was pink…but not pink, almost a nude, really. That’s why you liked it so much. It was delicate, and not overly eccentric, with a low neckline and soft fabric at the top. It was almost an exact lookalike of Lorraine’s prom dress from Back to the Future.
“What the-” You gasped confused, stepping back to look back down at the bed. There was a piece of paper folded in half, and you bent down quickly to pick it up.
Prom?
Your stone cold heart seemed to triple in size.
“What do you say, Mcfly?” You jumped and whirled around, curls bouncing on your shoulders, and dear god, your eyes fucking tripled in size.
He was leaning against the doorway, wearing a goddamn suit. Eddie Munson was wearing a goddamn tuxedo.
His dark curls fell over his broad shoulders, a black bow tie just bellows his neck that had obviously been fiddled with several times. He had shiny, leather shoes on, his lips decorated in a sly smirk.
Your words had been completely stollen from you, and your lips parted without sound as your eyes narrowed and widened all at once. “You- I…this dress it’s-”
“Yeah, I know.” He laughed, shrugging his shoulders. “How can I not know? You’ve been watching the movie everyday for the past week, sweetheart. You’re not very subtle like you pretend to be.” He pushed himself off the wall, taking your hands in his.
It almost embarrassed you that he knew you had wanted to go, made your feel weak, but that feeling slipped away and couldn’t help but be replaced by joy. Your face turned red, and the biggest smile spread across your face as you but your lip, holding out the dress for you to see. “God, Eddie, this is…you look so good, jesus christ.” You exhaled, stepping back to examine him again.
He batted his lashes and held his arms out. “I better! This is a damn tux, you know? Only classy men where this, honey.”
You laughed and nodded. “Well, you definitely look it.” You let out a sharp breath, feeling overwhelmed again as you squeezed the dress in hand. “How did you…Jesus, how did you find this?”
“I had a…a friend of Wayne’s make it. She’s a seamstress next town over. Went to school together.” He pushed back his hair, growing slightly nervous at the look on your face. “So whatta’ ya’ say? Makin’ me nervous here, sweat pea.” He chuckled, nudging your elbow.
Honestly, you wanted to scream into a pillow, jump off the Empire State building, and arm wrestle with a goddamn gorilla.
“Hell, yeah!” You beamed, making him flinch unexpectedly, the both of you bursting into laughter. “God, Eddie… this is..I don’t even know what to say. I can’t believe you would-” Your jaw fell slack suddenly at a loss of words, eyes narrowing into slits when you caught something out of the corner of your eye, or more so, the lack of something.
Eddie’s guitar was not against his mirror.
It was never not there. Only when he was playing it, of course. And that was when it hit you.
His eyes followed yours and he turned pink, hoping you wouldn’t bring it up, but he was always in the dark when it came to you.
“How did you get…” Your eyes did not leave the blank space, voice steady and slow as you pointed. The money. How did he get the money?
You didn’t need to ask.
“You sold it, didn’t you?” Your voice was almost dead silent, eyes glancing up at him.
He swallowed and shrugged nonchalantly. “Just a guitar.
It was not just a guitar. Your eyes dropped heavily as you sighed, shoulders defeating. “Eddie…Eddie, why?”
“Hey,” He grabbed your elbow. “Don’t worry bout it, kay? I don’t want you to worry about how I paid for it. That’s my business.” He tried to reassure you. eyes soft and brown like your curls.
“But Eddie,” You placed down the dress, shaking your head in disbelief. “It’s just a dress. You didn’t need to..Eddie, you can’t. Please, take it-”
“Don’t you dare.” He said sternly, cutting you off. “You deserve nice things, y/n, as much as you pretend you don’t. I want you to wear this, and I know you want to, so you’re gonna wear it, you understand?”
It was rare that he left you speechless, and his figure in front of you blurred with tears. You quickly turned around to hide, staring down at the dress. Your lips pulled down in an overwhelming frown. “I don’t..I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything.” His hands wrapped around your torso, chin resting on your shoulder and curls brushing against your own. “I just wanna see you in this pretty dress, okay? That’s all.” He kissed your cheek.
Your heart was racing from how overjoyed and overwhelmed you felt, and you quickly turned around to wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. “But you love her.” Your voice cracked, squeezing him tight.
His hand stroked your hair. “I love you more, baby.”
You hugged him so tight you almost inhaled him, trying your best to not break down and cry. “You really wanna take me to prom?” You said meekly. You sounded so…small.
“More than anything.” He whispered into your ear.
You weren’t good at dealing with these kinds of emotions, and Eddie rarely ever saw them. So you did what you were best at. You leaned up and kissed. Your lips melted up on his, hand reaching up to tangle in his hair. He groaned into your mouth, hand cupping the back of your neck as your foreheads pressed together.
“What do you say, Mcfly?” He breathed against you, slowly inching back to the bed. His tongue licked your bottom lip, asking for permission.
“I say,” You parted your lips, lips tangling once again in a heat of passion. “Take me to prom, Doc.”
He collapsed atop of you on the bed, and your knees parted so he could rest between your thighs. His hands grabbed yours and held them tightly, noses pressing against the other as hot, pink lips sucked and pulled at your own. You wrapped your legs around his waist, bucking your hips into his strained jeans from his erection.
His hand cupped your cheek, and he pulled away to see your shiny tears. “Hey,” He panted, wiping them away. “No crying on prom night.”
Your head rested perfectly on the pillows, and you gulped as his hair tickled your ear. “It scares me how much I love you. You scare me.”
He chuckled at your response, hand going down your stomach. You were wearing your work uniform, which was a waitressing dress, leaving him extremely easy access to your pussy. “You scare the shit outta me too, babe.”
He tapped your nose playfully as he scooted down the bed, gripping your thighs with his large, ringed palms. “Now, we’re not gonna be cryin’ no sad tears, you hear?” He looked up through his lashes, smirking slightly as he pushed your legs up over his shoulders. “Only crying you’re gonna be doing is from me kissin’ this pretty pussy.”
You gasped when his head disappeared under the slit of your uniform, lips attaching to your cotton panties and placing a kiss to your clothed clit. Your hands reached down to tangle in his hair. “Oh, god,” You sighed, eyes fluttering closed. “God, you’re- you’re so good to me, Eddie.”
His fingers snapped the band of your panties against your skin, nose rubbing against your clit. “I know.” He said cockily, fingers slipping past your panties to poke at your entrance, nose still playing with your bud. “Be a good girl and relax for me, okay? Want you to feel good before we go dancin’.”
Your jaw fell slack when two of his fingers slowly entered your, pushing in and out at a gentle pace as you adjusted to the feeling. His nose made circles around your clit, still covered in your white cotton panties. “Oh, fuck,” Your legs quivered, his callused fingers moving faster, deeper inside of your heat that sucked him deep up into you.
You rocked against his face, stomach burning and eyes blurring with pleasurable tears. The tip of his nose stroked up and down, side to side, pressing and poking, making white hot strikes of pleasure send off tremors through your body.
“You’re so pretty, baby.” He mumbled against you, rings pushing into your core that shined brighter from your wetness. “Can’t wait to see you in your new dress. My pretty little Lorraine.”
You leaned up to pull him closer, moaning and gasping, whimpering for more. “Oh, god! God, Eddie, I’m gonna- fuck, fuck,”
He pushed faster and faster, the sound of squelching loud over your cries. He pressed his nose hard into your clit, pushing his face into you to add pressure. You sobbed as you clenched around his fingers, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you spasmed sharply, and he curled his long, slender fingers inside of you, helping you ride the wave as he groaned against your thigh.
Tears fell down your face as you fell back on the bed, mouth fallen slack as you panted. His fingers slowly pulled out, panties snapping back into place. His lips were shining in your arousal, and he smiled ear to ear.
“Ready to go dancing, Mcfly?”
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neet-elite · 1 month
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Soft And Plush — (DOL) Whitney [VALENTINES EVENT]
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Pairing: M!Whitney / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 5434 Warnings: name calling (whore, slut, pet, mutt, pup, puppy), “pillow” humping (it's a bear), pet play, smoking (cigarettes), praise, whitney takes pics of you without consent, blowjob, I use the word fap because it’s sexy to me, bullying, degradation, oral fixation, dacryphilia Synopsis: “It’s my gift, pet.” He reminds you oh so kindly, clicking his tongue for emphasis. And it’s true, he’d allowed you to buy the bear yourself since you clearly wanted to gift him with it. “So I get to decide what to do with it, right?”
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A/N: mmm.... petplay brainrot... also, this is my first time writing for whitney so please excuse anything too OOC... i wanted to try portraying their tsundere vibes, but im unsure how successful i was in doing that... also been thinking about that line of whitney having a stuffed toy collection and i think it's TRUE. anyway, enjoy this self indulgent puppy fic :D! happy valentines day!
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Irritation settles thick in his arms, most present in how they flex under rolled up sleeves, how his veins pop from the crossed over position he’s got them in at just the mere sight of his favourite slut. Where he’s still mostly dressed save for an unbutton shirt, he’s got you completely naked, barking orders at you to strip the moment he allowed you entry into his room. So obedient, aren’t you? Even if a little shy, your attempts at coyness only make this game much more fun for him. Got him aching to knock you down a peg or two, remind you of who you belong to. So small compared to him too, yeah? Just a weak little pet, cowering at his feet like you should be. He’s annoyed in part due to how you’ve completely ruined his valentines plans for you today, and also from how downright adorable you look sitting on his floor with a new stuffed teddy hiding your pretty private parts out of sight, a reminder of his failure today. How unfair it is for you to have put him in this position, perched at the edge of his bed looking down at you as if he were holier than thou; and right now he is.
“Fuckin’ slut, wanted the bear so bad, the fuck are you complaining for?” He scowls down at you with jealousy, unable to hide the impish smirk from spreading to his cheeks that your stupid sobs causes him to make. Really, it’s your own damn fault that you’re sitting naked in his bedroom right now, shivering against the hardwood floor as his harsh tone threatens tears to well in your pretty doe eyes. Good, he thinks to himself. You’re pretty when you cry. It’s why he so often has you in these embarrassing positions, intimidating you to submit with his bullying tactics day in and day out. It’s because you’re so cute, too adorable for your own good. It’s your fault he repeats to himself, some effort to justify his rude actions.
He tuts down at you when all you do is clutch the teddy tighter, keeping it pinned to your pretty body in an effort to remain hidden from his lecherous gaze, so he leans forward. You didn’t think you’d get to escape his torment for long, did you? His dominating presence causing you to quiver, a similar shiver of pleasure rolling down his spine as his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek in impatience. You’re so cute it’s becoming a fucking issue, obliviously provoking him into petting at the overt bulge in his pants like you were any form of innocent. Of course he knows you better than that, but even the faux purity you display before him has him acting up, pants tighter than ever just from looking at you. Honestly, the things he wants to do to you are criminal. And all because you’re just too cute, shaking and shiver and panting against the soft fur of the oversized bear that you stole out of his hands at the store.
Or, well, stole is a gross exaggeration of what really happened. He knows he shouldn’t have left buying a valentines gift this late, and he should have known better than to go to the same store you frequent so often. Maybe this is God’s way of punishing him for being such a shitty boyfriend, or, as he’d rather think; this is his reward for showing you a sliver of kindness. Even just recalling the moment his head lifted and he was greeted by your meek expression causes his eye to twitch, his lips curling in sheer displeasure for not only getting caught slacking; but also from having his gift stolen. It’s a cute bear, fuck, he wants it for himself—he even has the perfect spot in his collection for it!—yet there you stood attempting to buy him it. How annoying. How fucking aggravating it is to have you know him so well, a familiar heat rising to his cheeks that he so often endures when you’re around him; only he can’t tell if it’s from upset or affection. They feel all too similar to him, especially when his cock is concerned.
“It’s my gift, pet.” He reminds you oh so kindly, clicking his tongue for emphasis. And it’s true, he’d allowed you to buy the bear yourself since you clearly wanted to gift him with it. “So I get to decide what to do with it, right?”
“Um, yeah… I guess so…” You trail off stupidly, and all he wants to do in response is pin you where you sit due to an overwhelming urge to remind you. Force you to accept who’s really in charge, to praise you for picking such a good gift for him, to punish you for ruining his valentines plans; fuck— he’s so agitated. It’s embarrassing, really, just how much you affect him. How easy you’ve got it, dumb tone going straight to his perverted cock, causing it to pulse under his idle touch as he stares you down, biting down on his bottom lip to refrain from praising you too much; can’t let you know so easily just how badly he wants to fuck you stupid. But that’s what good pets get, right? He just has to work you up to it, see if you really deserve some more kindness.
But first, punishment. Can’t forget about the way you stole his thunder from right under him, no matter how hard his cock throbs for your pitiful excuses and pretty face. No good owner lets bad actions go unpunished, right? Hand tugging lightly at his pants, right over the obvious wet spot he’s sporting, he leans back to show exactly what you do to him, to tease you under the guise of offering more than punishment, cursing under his breath when your expression switches to one of awe. That dumb look you always adopt when it comes to him, he wants for nothing more than to wipe it off your face again and again, deriving great pleasure from putting you down. Perhaps a little too much if he’s honest with himself, but when you offer your compliance on a silver platter, what’s a guy to do? After all, he is just a man. A dirty, mean, perverted man.
“Right.” He confirms your earlier ‘guess’, offering you a much more gentle smile now as his hand reaches out toward you, suppressing the urge to laugh at how pathetic you look when tentatively placing your hand in his own like an unsure animal; he’s sure if you had a tail it’d be curled between your legs right now. And for good reason, “I wanna see you ride it.” He huffs, forcefully tugging you forward so that you fall tummy side down on the big bear, your ass sticking up in the air for him to immediately admire; cock twitching in response to the cute little oof you let out after falling down. That’s what you get for trusting him, he muses to himself. “You’re a good girl, right?” He coos down at you, tone faux sweet and sickening, mismatching his sleazy lopsided grin knowing that he’s embarrassing you right now, tricked you into giving him exactly what he wants in spite of your endeavour to remain modest. It’s what you get for being such a meddling whore.
He doesn’t exactly hear you agree, but that’s never stopped him before. A soft mmph is enough for him, cock pressing persistently against his underwear when he catches sight of the dip in your back, how despite your obvious humiliation he just knows your pretty pet cunt must be leaking all over the teddy bear by now, having endured his gaze and taunts until now. “Good girl,” he praises your acceptance, voice barely above a whisper to hide just how much he loves it when you give in to him, tapping his toes under your chin to prompt you into looking up at him pawing at his cock. “Wanna ride my gift? Bet it’d feel soooo good, perfect for puppies.” He sneers down at you, hiding his affection behind a low laugh until you slowly start to rock against the teddy, just like he’d asked. It’s a barely there movement, but he catches it nonetheless, glued to your ass while you focus on his face. Actively ignoring your whimpers of discomfort in favour of gawking, tugging at his cock more intently now that you’re playing into his palm. He didn’t think it’d be so easy to convince you to objectify yourself like this, but maybe all the dirty talk he whispered down your ear as he dragged you to his home was enough to set the mood. Talking about you’re mine, my fucking girl, my little play slut, wanna have a playdate, pup? He doesn’t really care about the specifics right now anyway, sucking his teeth to the sight of your hips shifting back and forth, the way your mouth hangs open just a little, pink tongue peeking behind your teeth as you pant below him. Yeah, he’s got more important matters to attend to right now, like his raging hard on that stains his pants sheer, and how he wants to shove it against your cheeks.
So fucking cute, fuck— he wants to praise you some more, grab your stupid fucking face and press kisses all over it, tug at your hair so he has access to your neck, bite and suck on the soft skin there to properly mark his pup up. A permanent collar to signal ownership, keep all those other creeps off of you. But all he feels able to do is swallow. Gulp down the admiration that rests behind at the tip of his tongue in favour of putting you in your rightful place: under his feet.
He tries to commit your dumb look to memory, cock twitching with want to be buried balls deep down your slutty throat already, especially given the way you so expertly showcase your mouth to him, his feet glued to either side of the teddy to better watch you hump yourself against it—and he’s got the perfect view too. Eyes trailing all the way from your pouty lips, past your arched back, to finally settle on the swell of your ass. “Pretty…” he accidentally whispers, instantly flushing at how soft his tone has gotten around you.
Habit begs him to light a cigarette for distraction, swiftly procuring one from his pocket with his free hand to mouth at lazily before lighting it and taking a deep inhale. Time and time again you prove to be difficult around for him; not because you’re inherently stressful or anything, but because his heart physically aches to be with you, even as your humping his valentines gift right in front of him under his instruction. An instinctive need to watch over you, to both protect and bully you from his position as your boyfriend. It’s annoying, honestly, how deeply he yearns for you. So much so that even as you’re doing everything his mean words ask for, he still craves more from his perfect little pet. It’s unfair of him to expect, he knows, but you can hardly blame him when you’re being so pliant and sweet for him. He hears you say something over his heavy breathing, but he’s much more interested in talking to your tits, rubbing his cock to the way they push up nicely against the plush teddy with the rest of your body as you seek his attention.
“Whitney…” You whine all pretty and shit, and oh how gratifying it is to hear you sound so needy for him, so desperate for his rough treatment over the soft fur under you. “This is… really embarrassing…”
He takes another inhale, a greedy one full of lust. “Duh, that’s the point.” He huffs after a second to exhale, puffing away at his cigarette far too quickly, ash dropping to the ground that he’ll have you clean up later. “Keep movin’.” He sniffs, impulsively throwing the cigarette to the ground to stamp on, far too hypnotised by the easy back and forth of your hips to fully enjoy the smoke filling his lungs, cock leaking far too much not to pull it out of his pants. Convinced by the muted squelch of your cunt every time your hips rise, he stands up briefly to tug his bottoms down just below his knees, swiftly sitting down again and immediately spreading his legs with a satisfied sigh. Feels good to finally be free, hard cock on full display for your pitiful whines, fat beads of precum already rolling down his length for his fist to collect. Such a good girl, making him feel so good; and you don’t even have to be touching him! He’d tell you but the words are choked in his throat when your speed increases, assumedly from his now exposed cock, his head tilting to the side when you crane your neck up further in an attempt to reach his wet tip, puffy lips just begging to be fucked raw—
“Uh-uh, get back down.” He reprimands you even as it pains him to do so, placing a foot on your shoulder to pin you back to the floor, laughing darkly when you squirm in place on the bear. Dumb dog, he thinks to himself. “Pets aren’t allowed on the bed.”
“But Whitney—“
His eyes roll automatically, fist casually pumping up and down his fat cock to the sight of you whinging so sweetly for him. And God, he almost gives in. Wants to fuck your stupid mutt throat all sore, soothe it with a load in your tummy. There’s a flicker of greed in his core, fist tightening around his swollen cock for a moment before he sighs, deep and heady. The things you do to him; you’ve got to know. “But nothin’” he bites back, baring his teeth in a show of dominance, hips bucking into his closed fist when you immediately surrender by dropping your head—hidden praise. “Said I wanted to watch you, so that’s what I’m gonna do.”
At least that seems to shut you up for now, cock happy to watch you return to humping, sweaty palm gliding easily over his wet tip from how downright desperate you act for his cock, heart full of affection at the way you vie for his attention, his approval. To call what he’s experiencing love rests uncomfortably in his chest, instead focusing intently on the mess of your hair, pressing his thumb against his slit to coax more pre out. You have him so hard, cock throbbing in his quickly tightening grip as he jerks off to the sight of you, just out of reach of your cute face, teasing you with tell tale slick sounds and soon hushed gasps of enjoyment.
“That’s it— fuck, good girl.” He half laughs in the space left between, gaze drawn to your open mouth and the way your tongue threatens to loll out. Fuck, he hopes it does. Leaking all over himself at just the thought of your tongue, wishing that you’d drool all over the teddy bear you’re currently humping so that he can drag his tongue over it when he kicks you out tonight. “Feels good, right?” He asks, but it’s barely a question. He can hear how much you’re enjoying yourself, can smell how turned on you are from getting bullied. Honestly, he feels a bit dizzy with desire for you too. Struggling just as much as you seem to be right now, fisting his fat cock in time with your speedy humps; punishment. This is supposed to be punishment for you, and yet still he feels like he’s the one gasping for air when you moan so nicely for him, his muscles burning with insatiable thirst.
With every stroke his legs open wider too, pants dropping lower with his thrusts until they hit the floor and the resulting thud barely hides the obvious rhythmic wet slap of fist on cock. You just look so good like this, pressing your puffy little clit into the soft teddy bear, head tilted up to stare right between his legs, panting lewdly for his cock— it’s a bit too much even for him. An uncharacteristic stutter in his voice when he tries to tell you off, but his words end up sounding more like a plead than anything else, which is wholly unacceptable, except for when he’s alone with you.
“Don’t… Uh, fuck— don’t fucking look at me.” He warns you, squeezing at the base of his cock to hold off on cumming so he doesn’t embarrass himself in front of his pet. And to make sure you follow his instructions, he lifts a foot only to drop it on your head, forcing you to bury your face into the chest of the bear below you, immediately relaxing his expression as he leans into his fist now that his love is hidden from view. One hand supporting his weight behind, the other fucking himself stupid to the sight of your perfect ass pretending to be riding his cock— he knows you all too well. Instinctively, his hips start to follow after his fist faster, timing his thrusts into his closed palm with your humps forward, in turn simulating sex with you too. And fuck it feels good, to be in complete control of your actions and still making you wait, pushing you closer to the edge as you start to shake with your frantic movements, the muffles sobs you sound against the bear only prompting his hips to fuck faster into the air, his bed squeaking under the weight of his greedy thrusts all for you. Can’t let you see him get this hopeless for you, hiding his affections with choked gasps and muted sighs, refusing even with your face hidden to give you the satisfaction of knowing just how much he needs you. How he wants even though he has you quite literally under his foot, wants you so bad even as his cock drools to the floor for your pretty little ass and the sweet sounds you make for him, a puddle forming under him thanks to you and your body.
It’s how he knows you’re so close, you know. The way you tremble. He’s felt it enough times on his cock to pick up on it, a sinister smile making its way to his lips as he selfishly removes his foot from your head, though it quickly transitions into a fond scowl when you remain buried; it seems his training is finally paying off with you, working against him when he’d really rather see your cumming face. “Dumb pup— does that feel good on your puppy parts?” he encourages you, tone sugary and soft due to how much pride he feels swell in his chest when you do exactly as you’re told, awaiting his command to look at him again. Watching his pretty pet hump herself silly on his gift, pumping away at his cock with sloppy strokes while he stares intensely at your nape; fingers itching to grab you by the scruff of the neck and shove his cock so far down your throat—
This is love, he suddenly thinks. Pretty puppy at his feet, getting yourself off for his enjoyment. This, fist wrapped tight around his pulsing cock, jaw taut and hips bucking up off the bed for better friction, is love. The barely audible moans of his name falling from your pretty lips and the soft shuffle of your cunt against the bears fur is love. And maybe it’s time for him to admit on valentines day that he himself is very much in love with you.
Or maybe that’s just his cock talking for him, trembling in his death-grip hold, fisting only his tip to stave off your reward as you surprisingly sit up despite his previous private praise, hands firmly planted on the bears face to support your weight; but most importantly, your hips don’t stop. No, all you do is offer him a best seat in the house view of your bouncing tits while you ride the bear, prompting him to suck in some air as his eyes narrow in on your nipples, throat suddenly dry as he pines to mouth at them. He can reprimand you properly for acting out later. “Filthy bitch.” He scolds you for now, but it’s a halfhearted attempt at best, teeth bearing to accentuate his adoration filled threat. “Just a dumb bitch in heat, yeah? Need cock so bad, huh?” He taunts you, but it’s all bark and no bite. Really, he’s just admitting to what he wants you to want, hoping that you’ll give in to his lust fuelled upset with broken sobs and eager nods.
Which of course you do, because he’s a good owner that’s trained his perfect pet well. A coo escapes him when you frantically nod up at him, doggy tongue sticking out while you pant for more. And he’s more than happy to give you just that, now that you’ve endured partial punishment; he’s just as much a desperate dog as you are right now. Only difference is, he has the (swiftly declining) composure to keep his true intentions hidden enough— and you’re just a dumb dog. If you want his cock so bad, he’ll give it to you. After such a good performance too, it only makes sense to reward your good behaviour with some cock; that and it’ll replace the gift you stole from him and are currently grinding into the ground like a good girl.
God you’re so cute like this, holding yourself up while circling your hips, stroking that pretty little clit hard against the big round heart the bear is holding. He bets it’s soaked with your slick, his throat closing at the mere thought of sucking it all up later tonight. His lips part in awe, infatuated at the sight of you so desperate for release, keening loudly with a repeat of his name, rocking yourself forward with every thrust because of how much you need him. “You’re so fuckin’ hot.” Slips out of his open lips, though he does little to correct himself. Instead, he leans into the soft nature of his words and finds his phone, immediately opening the camera to snap a few pictures of you in your time of great need. Jerk off material for later, his friends can fuck off if they think he’ll send them such prime material. Only he gets to see you this sloppy and messy, so fraught with need for more and all for him. He doubts you even realise he’s captured your degeneracy with photographic evidence given how you paw at his knees anyway, head hung low as you hold on for some sense of stability; of which he cruelly takes away from you the moment he realises what you’re doing.
“Tryin’ t’climb on top?” He questions, but his voice is breathy and gives away just how much he needs you to do exactly that. “C’mon, you should know better than— fuck—” your hand brushes his cock, right over his slick with precum tip, a string of shine keeping your palm connected to him even when he forcefully retracts your hand. He immediately wants to lick it when he spots it, clean his pretty puppy up and treat her well. But the pit in his stomach demands otherwise, tapping on your shoulder to grab your attention and tugging you as close as possible between his legs.
Prime blowjob position.
“Should know better than that, slut…” Able to finish his previous sentence, he takes a rough fistful of your hair now that you’re prone and yanks it back, cock twitching to attention when you yelp in surprise. Always so pretty for him, so eager to have his mean hands bully your body, he doesn’t miss the way your thighs squeeze around the bears heart with his unfair grip. Your constant stream of pleaseplease Whtiney please! causes him to release an egregious moan of his own, pulling your head further back as payment for coaxing such a needy sound out of him.
He’s not all mean though. Ever the gentleman, he thrusts his cock against your face, smearing precum all over your blushing cheeks and tapping the leaking tip on your lips. God he could cum just like this, tugging at his cock once or twice against your lips before you automatically open, like you understand what you’re made for, that you belong to him. So cute, so completely and utterly disgusting that you already know what he wants before he even asks for it. The perfect valentine.
He makes tutting sounds at you with a wide grin, doting on you from above until your tongue makes contact with his tip and it’s all over for him. Grin wiped and replaced by a frown, brows furrowed in concentration to fully feel the way your slippery tongue sucks all the precum off his tip, how your lips tighten and glide up and down his cock just a little, his hand still buried deep in your hair to control the pace. Still, good girl and so pretty continues to drip from his tongue, drool pooling in his mouth when he’s unable to look away from where your lips kiss his tip, how you worship his cock in an effort to gain his affections.
"Want me to pound that pretty throat?" He questions, but it’s rhetorical. Of course you do, right? Why else would you be inviting him inside so eagerly.
But he’s not so kind as to give you exactly what you want, no! He never has been, has he? Instead of fucking your throat like he wants to, he merely keeps your head pinned in place, tip and then some engulfed by your warm mouth for you to suckle on, to have a small taste and no more. And to make matters worse for you, he starts fisting his cock again. Warming his tip while jacking off into your mouth, not even allowing you the pleasure of getting him off yourself. The cruelty of his actions causes you to whine and vibrate down his length, proving only to turn him on further as his grip tightens in your hair. A warning of sorts, to shut up and take what he’s giving you because it’s better than the alternative of nothing at all. He knows he’s being a bastard, fuck, but it feels too good to stop; pumping his length with precision into your greedy little maw, feeling your tongue squirm and beg to be used, attempting to convince his hips to buck and fuck your face, but it feels too fucking good to stop bullying you.
It’s your fault for being so cute, he reminds himself. Your fucking fault, slut, he wants to lecture you with, but every suck and lick you offer him leaves him breathless. Staring down at your watery eyes with a mimicked pout of his own, which would have be paired with mockery over how slutty you’re being right now, but the way his balls grow tight and taut otherwise distracts him, leaves him gasping for air due to your kitten licks against his tip, rendering him only to moan roughly and roll his eyes back in sheer satisfaction over your resentment. “Keep— ah, shit— keep movin’, mutt.” He reminds you through clenched teeth, lightly kicking your cunt as a reminder to get yourself off too; he’s not mean enough to leave you without feeling good too.
Or rather, he’s more selfish than you might think. Wanting only for you to cum too so that he can enjoy his orgasm more, knowing that even after all his mistreatment of you, you still require him to make you feel good. And after squeezing his eyes shut briefly to focus on anything other than cumming on your soft kitten tongue, he opens them to see you humping feverishly, as if you didn’t know how to do anything else in that moment. Upset immediately fills his chest, though he’s not sure why. Something about feeling so frustrated over how much he feels for you, how strongly he wants for you. But he’s not of the right head-space to properly think about it right now, too busy fucking his fist to have an honest discussion with himself. Whatever, you’re fucking hot and that’s all that matters, fuck, he’s so close. Needs you to cum too, an act of reassurance, of security. If you cum then surely he’s doing something right, treating you the way you want to be treated, right? “That’s it,” he motivates you through moans, grunting into the harsh way he fists his cock, a stark contrast to how politely your tongue wraps around his cock head. Precum beads onto it, surely dipping down your throat from how you ‘sneakily’ bob your head with some humping movements, but he’s concerned enough to correct you. Not when you have him feeling so fucking good, fapping furiously against your lips because you offer him no other alternative.
An urgent mmph! is sent down his cock when he tugs on your hair again, followed by a string of something, he can’t fucking hear you with a fat cock stuffing your mouth full, but he can probably guess what you’re moaning.
“Yeah? Fuck, babe…” He trails off, holding your chin to drag it open in a selfish need to hear you whine properly for him as you cum on the teddy bear, and also because he wants to watch his cum splatter your tongue possessively. It’s when you’re at your cutest, he thinks, waiting for his seed. Fisting his cock obsessively for you as his orgasm quickly follows suit and washes over him, wrist refusing to let up even as he’s shooting a fat load down your throat, catching you by surprise as you’re clearly not done grinding yourself to completion yet either. Not that he cares, fuck, eyes involuntarily shut tight as he shoves his cock as deep as possible down your throat despite his previous wants, he simply can’t stop himself; and you can't blame him either, cause that whore mouth of yours is too good at taking cock to stop and think for even just a second. Forcing him to act out of pure instinct as he humps your face roughly. Buried as deep as possible down your throat, balls resting against your chin with a soft plap! because his hips keep fucking forward through his orgasm until your tongue fully milks him empty—and even then he keeps fucking, shoving his cock just a little further down your throat, smiling to himself as you start to choke around him, pulling out only to watch you swallow.
You know exactly how he likes it too, and it’s infuriating. Soft and pliable, submissive under his foot, watching as you gulp a few times before opening your mouth wide for inspection just like he’d taught you, his fingers pressing gently on your tongue to flatten it before hooking your cheek. A lazy thanks escapes him as he collects his breath, bending over to reach your lips with a soft kiss as soon as he’s able to. It’s not often he feels this soft after sex, but he likes to indulge you every now and again; and Valentines day seems perfect for it. He lets his tongue poke out against yours, mingling with your own for only a brief moment to get a taste of himself before sighing down your throat and pulling away, resting back on his hands as clarity hits him after such an intense good feeling.
He regards you for a second or two more, noticing just how fucked out you look. Really has his heart thumping, y’know? Which is why he promptly looks away. Maybe the best gift you could have given him was stealing his gift, especially if it means he gets to see you all roughed up with tear stained cheeks like this, yet still you beam up at him so sweetly, as if his bullying made you the happiest girl in the world.
Gross. Not that he’s any better, his heart skipping a beat as he realises with upset just how much he really likes having you around, and how he doesn’t want anyone else to be around you. That can only mean one thing, right?
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