#i am late every fucking day. or close to it. i work opening shifts and it is HELL but i dont want anything else bc it would be worse.

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Alfie Solomons - Night adventures

I've been sick for week now with the worst stomach bug ever, and this has been on my mind for a few days! Welcome back Alfie to my blog!

Plot: Alfie doesn't come home from work and you worry something has happened, so you decided to go to the bakery.

Warning: Alfie's vocabulary is just saying fuck, really.

The streets were empty, too late for the common citizens and too early for the unfortunate first-shift workers. You had only found a beggar sleeping in a pile of boxes and two men trying to get home stumbling through the pavement. The silence, the darkness, would have been a good reason to turn back and worry about him under the covers, warm and safe. When a cat jumped from a window and landed on a car, you actually took a few steps back.

But Cyril stared at the menace until the animal hissed its way back to wherever it belonged.

Swallowed in one of Alfie’s long coats, with his hat covering your face, you finished the thirty minutes’ walk to the bakery. A faint light was coming from the top floor, and anyone would have thought bakers were starting their day early.

You knew it was your husband, Alfie, who hadn’t finished his yet. There was a man posted on the back entrance, the one you always used when you came to see him unexpected. It was closer to his office, it was more discreet, and besides, you knew Ollie. He would be one less problem for you that night.

When the boy saw you approach him, his whole back tensed. His hand made it to the holster on his hip before he recognized Cyril and your soft smile, once you were close enough. The soft street light let you see his panicked stare.

“What – Y/N, what the fuck are you doin’ here?” he quickly grabbed you by your arm and, checking both sides, pushed you inside the bakery. “It’s fuckin’ two in the mornin’!”

“I am aware of that, Ollie, since I also own a watch” you told him, taking down your hat.

“How did you get – does he know you’re here?” Ollie, who had been almost asleep leaning against the door, was now growing agitated. “You didn’ brin’ a car. You walked?”

“Me and Cyril, yeah”

The familiar warmth of the bakery felt good against your sore muscles. Not only you had half-jogged half-ran for thirty minutes, but the tension of the night and the worries for him had made the cold weather of November seep into your bones. You weren’t about to let Ollie notice how glad you were to be finally somewhere safe, because that would only prove a point you were trying to avoid.

“Y/N, it’s the middle of the night”

“So it is for my husband, who was supposed to be home with me. But that big head must have forgotten his own watch at home, given he’s still here”

“He’s not alone. Someone came to see him, and the meetin’… yeah, it was longer than wha’ he thought”

“Oi, wha’ that noise ‘bout, yeah?” a booming voice came from the floor above you, the door of his office banging open. “Didn’ I ask for silence?”

Alfie, in all his grumpy and broody glory, leaned against the railing and saw both of you. You weren’t surprised to see he was still wearing his working clothes, a small, stained pinny wrapped around his waist. His hair was sticking in different directions from being tugged at, and his face complemented his mood when he locked eyes with you.

Of course, Cyril tried to reach him and let his presence be known with loud barks. You passed his leash to Ollie and made your way up to your husband’s office. The metal stairs echoed under your shoes, and even if you kept your eyes on them, you felt his on you every second.

Far from being intimidated or angry, you felt your worries melting away. He usually came home before the sun set – had picked that tradition years ago once you were officially married and hadn’t missed a day. But it had been a rough week for the both of you, and when he hadn’t shown up, you had feared the worst. Patiently, you had waited and called his office. After not receiving an answer and not hearing the door, you had decided to check for yourself.

You weren’t naïve enough to go alone, but since there wasn’t anyone around to accompany you, Cyril had been your bodyguard for the night. Many things could have happened. Some of them you could imagine, some remember from past experiences because of his enemies’ retaliations. All of them were present in Alfie’s eyes as you reached the top of the stairs and met him face to face.

“Hello”

His nostrils flared and he pressed his lips in a tight line, but behind all of that there was just fear. You waited until he looked at every part of your body, from your soft smile to the hem of your skirt. One of your hands took his fist and didn’t let go until he held it. Alfie didn’t let his frown go as he raised it to his mouth and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

“Aren’ your suppos’ to be in bed” he growled against your hand.

“With you, but you didn’t come and I was worried” you explained, moving a step closer to him. “Called and no one answered. I didn’t know if… so I came to check. Brought Cyril with me”

“Stupid dog knows you ain’t suppos’ to leave” Alfie looked down at Cyril, and his eyes softened. “You alrigh’, yeah? Nothin’ happen?”

“I’m fine. Just tired. And worried about you”

“Come ‘ere”

You fell into his arms and the remains of worry and tension left your body. He smelt like rum, bread and sweat, like home. You closed your eyes when his hand found the back of your head and pressed it against his shoulder. Later, you would probably have a long conversation about what you had done. Not only it had been reckless, but if you had been right, there wasn’t much you could have done.

His life came with highs and downs, and you had been there enough to know them. That doesn’t meant you had grown used to the feeling of not knowing if he was fine or not, if he was alive. When you hugged him closer, your arms around his middle, you let him know that you were glad.

Someone opened the door and you saw Tommy Shelby walking out of Alfie’s office. You didn’t like that man, neither did he like you, but you both respected each other enough. Eventually, their relationship would go south, either because of his or Alfie’s biggest interest; and you just hoped it wouldn’t go too south.

Alfie noticed his stare and turned around. Instinctively, you were covered by his huge back, not seeing anything but the sweaty locks at the back of his neck.

“I believe we were in the middle of something”

“And I believe it’s time for my husband to come home” you said from behind Alfie, trying to move around. Effectively, Alfie moved with you.

“Your’ gonna ‘ave to excuse my wife, mate. She’s right, ain’t she” Alfie said. He gripped your hand again and made you stay in place.

When it came to you and the business, Alfie Solomons had always had it clear. You had walked into his life and turned everything around, and if needed to, he would leave it all behind if you asked to. You always came first, no matter what. He could come home late, share his matters with you and attend to political galas by your side, but if you asked something, he could not say no.

So he stared down at Tommy, who had been arguing for the past six hours. He had just showed up when he was about to close the bakery, and the bouquet of flowers he had bought you was now sad and forgotten in the storage room.

“Alfie” Tommy warned him. “We need to close the deal. I’m not about to risk half my percentage if you aren’t willing to take the risk”

“The only risk I’m takin’ tonig’ is this lovely lady back ‘ome”

“You don’t get to kick me out! I am –“

Before Tommy could grow any more aggressive, he had Alfie’s gun pressed tightly against his chin. The baker was a few inches shorter than him, but somehow, he stared down at Tommy, daring him to keep talking. The Shelby brother looked at you with your arms crossed, biting back his next words.

“Listen, now, cause I believe, this¸ right, this is my fuckin’ bakery. My fuckin’ rum. Money. Business. And that’s my fuckin’ wife your’ lookin’ at, so unless you wan’ to go ‘ome wit’ one less eye, Shelby, stop fuckin’ lookin’ at ‘er”

“Get your fucking hands – “

“Shut the fuck up! You, barkin’ orders, at me?! In my fuckin’ work?!” Alfie screamed into his face, making Tommy take a few steps back. When the man once more met your eyes with the same, disgusted face, Alfie struck him with the gun. “Are you fuckin’ deaf?! Don’ look at her or I’ll rip your eyes out with my nails!”

Cyril barked as if he supported his owner’s words. You looked down and noticed Ollie was no longer alone. There were three other men, that had appeared out of thin air, at the bottom of the stairs. All of them looked ready to climb it in less than a second.

Not too far away, Tommy’s men would be close. It wouldn’t be the first time Alfie got into trouble because of you, or the last. His protectiveness was founded, but sometimes he went a little overboard. Tommy had looked at you many times before, and had been threatened each time he had done it.

Some part of you wondered if he was a sucker for Alfie’s threats or was really looking for them to become true.

Before your night could escalate into bigger events, you moved behind Alfie and wrapped your hands around his raised arm. You had gone to the bakery to find out if Alfie was there, to retrieve him from his pile of work and hopefully catch a few hours of sleep by his side. After a long day of own work, you were tired and in need of some peace.

“Let’s just go home”

Under your touch, Alfie relaxed and dropped the gun. He kept his eyes locked on Tommy and the man was smart enough to clean the blood of his lip and turn back. You guessed his men should be on the main entrance, and you were really thankful you had chosen the back one.

You watched him disappear. Watched, in silence, as the group of men that had surrounded you went back to their corners where you couldn’t see them. Alfie didn’t bother retrieving anything from his office, just closed the door and let you lead the way down the stairs.

Once you were down, he nodded to Ollie and the boy disappeared, carrying Cyril with him.

“That was dangerous, pet” he said, his voice soft. There was a rough, scared edge you had grown to notice through the years. “You, yeah, you can’t jus’ come ‘ere. You need to tell me”

“I know, Alf. But I did call. And you always answer. I knew you had a meeting and since you didn’t come home, I didn’t know what to think” you told him, not giving him. “What if it was the other way? What if I didn’t come home one night? Wouldn’t you come looking for me too?”

“I’d burn down fuckin’ Camden, luv, you know tha’”

“Then you can’t get angry at me, not at this. I was careful, nothing happened”

It hadn’t happened, but it could. Not only Alfie’s enemies. Night in Camden Town held more dangers than mobsters or gangs, ones that didn’t know who you were married to and weren’t afraid of your husband. It was irresponsible, dangerous, and you knew better.

It wasn’t the time, though, and Alfie knew it.

“Alrigh’, pet, alrigh’. Jus’ try not to send me to an early gave, yeah?”

“You won’t get rid of me even in a grave, Alfie Solomons”

His laugh echoed in the empty bakery. Alfie wrapped his coat closer to your body, not saying anything about your choices of clothes, and put his hat back into your head. Always the gentleman he opened the door for you and dragged you closer to his side.

You didn’t take the path you had walked, but the opposite way. Ollie’s car was waiting for you at the other end of the street, Cyril probably a looming threat in the backseat ready to tackle Alfie as soon as he opened the door. Finally in peace, you wrapped your arm around his middle and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Love you” you whispered, looking up at him.

“Yeah, luv you too, don’ I”

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can I request mike, reader, and Abby going to the beach :p!?

[i'm combining this with another ask! they requested the same setting, but with a scenario!]

i wish i could go to the beach so bad!! i fucking love the summer and it's damn near the dead of winter where i live ],: i also get cold so easily and i can't take freezing every morning lmao

tags: sweetgf!reader + dickheadbf!mike, light smut (oral [deepthroating and come swallowing], m!receiving), mostly fluff and being grateful for life and the people who you live it with [: proofread but maybe there are still errors! kill me, i'm human!

i am imagining:

you and mike are sitting on the couch on a late friday morning, hypnotized by daytime television after a big, indulgent breakfast and chats about mike's shift. abby had retreated to the adjacent loveseat, fast asleep with a stomach full of pancakes and eggs.

"it's so hotttt," mike grumbles, stretching his sweaty body out like a starfish. the limbs on his right side invade your space, leaving you to shrink into the couch with a groan.

"yeah, mike, too hot for you to be doing that. stoppp," you return his irritated tone, bringing your hands up to push into him. it was the hottest day of the summer so far, and it wasn't like you weren't also feeling the elements. not even the AC unit turned to full blast could cool the living room, and it made every breath feel thick and labored.

mike stands from his spot on the couch, dramatically dragging his body over to the kitchen. you watch as he yanks the freezer door open with impatience, craning his head into the crystalized cool and saying, "it's too hot to be living."

you turn your body to extend across the whole sofa, thankful that your hair is up and out of your face so you're able to feel the tickle of a breeze on the nape of your neck. you bite at your bottom lip as the gears of your brain churn through a heat-induced fog, thinking of how to keep cool at a time like this.

abby stirs then, stretching and yawning and squealing, "it was hot in my dream too." you turn your head to her, pursing your lips to the side in disappointment.

"aw, abs, i'm sorry. that sucks."

"i was at the beach though, which i think makes up for it---"

"omg, the beach! we should go!" you cheer, but mike shuts you down once he hears abby wholeheartedly agree.

"uh, the closest beach is six hours away."

"well, maybe we can make a weekend out of it," you suggest, motioning for abby to come sit with you. she delicately settles on your thighs, relaxing into the couch and swinging her legs over the edge.

"yeah, with what money?"

"i can dip into my savings a little bit, at least for the hotel and gas," you offer, and mike is shutting you down again, shaking his head as he cranes it towards you and humming "nuh uh"s.

"c'mon mike, i don't mind! listen, i want to do this for us," you're hugging abby into you, pressing your cheeks together and telepathically communicating for her to help you convince mike with her own set of puppy dog eyes. "we'll leave in the evening so you can get some rest, and we can split the drive."

"abby doesn't have a license."

your face scrunches as you confusedly mutter, "why would you include your eleven year old sister in a 'we' of that context?" as abby states, "you're weird, mike." in the same tone.

"i know, my joke didn't land, i guess," mike sighs, letting his head drop between his shoulders as he closes the freezer door. the sound of suction punctuates his action, and he turns to you and abby with a grimace before saying, "three hours behind a steering wheel just doesn't seem appealing. two would be a hell of a lot more digestible."

"oh my god, mike, you're so pitiful," you playfully chide, crossing your arms over your chest. "i promise that you'll survive, grumpy. tell you what, i'll drive four hours so you'll only have to drive two."

the sweet drawl of your voice and trivial suggestion to take on more work is all it takes for mike to fold and drive all six hours.

he doesn't do it with a smile, but you're still grateful for his sacrifice, cupping his face and kissing his cheek as he drives into the sizzling orange pulse of the sunset. "i love youuuu," you sing, and he grumbles for like the millionth time that day as you ignore him and muse, "and abby loves you, and we're gonna have so much fun on our beach weekend!!"

you and abby begin to whoop and cheer and dance in your seats, chanting, "beachbeachbeach!", and you pretend not to notice the slight smirk that cracks the perpetual stiffness of mike's mouth.

you spend the first half of the trip singing along to an old CD abby had burned sometime ago--"you always have to keep a road trip mix on hand"--, playing various word association games, and sucking fluorescent orange dust from your fingers after you chuck a cheeto into mike's mouth and pass the bag back to abby.

the second half is stiller; abby has fallen asleep again, soothed by the motions of the car, and you're staring at mike's side profile as he drives. he's so tired; it's painted in his eyes and over his body, with the way he slumps into the driver's seat and focuses on the road like nothing else is around him.

he catches your gaze after a bit, breaking himself away from his trance. he switches hands on the wheel so he's able to clutch your thigh, gently kneading at your skin, and with a small grin, asks, "got a nice view?"

"yeah, but it seems the view isn't feeling so nice," you raise your hand to his shoulder, your turn to massage into him. he's so tense under your touch, and you watch his eyes flicker with your words, training back on the four lane highway ahead. "i think this will be nice for us. we all deserve a nice vacation; especially you, mikey. you've been working hard, and i know you're tired."

"yeah," mike breathes softly, the gentlest you think he's been all day. "i'm sorry about the way i was acting about the drive. i just couldn't think straight after my shift, your delicious breakfast, and sitting in the heat."

"i understand. three hours of driving isn't fun, but that's why i offered to take more of the load after you made that...bad joke."

"so now it's just categorically bad?" mike pouts with comical sorrow, and you giggle at him, nudging at his shoulder with soft pressure.

"yes, because why was she included in we? obviously abby can't drive."

"it was supposed to be one of my sillies,"

"you're just usually better at them," you argue, and it sends the both of you into a laughing fit that gives you a stomach cramp, mike affirming, "yeah, yeah, you're right, you're right. shit, are you okay?" as you try to calm down.

after relaxing back into a comfortable silence, you're bringing mike's hand to your lips, kissing at his knuckles when he blurts, "thank you for putting up with me, and for paying for stuff so short notice."

"oh hush. i love you, mike. truly. we take care of each other, don't we?" you squeeze his hand as you continue, placing it over your heart. "there hasn't been a second i've been with you where i haven't felt supported, and now it's my turn to support you. plus, this is like abby's first real vacation. i want her to have the best time too. we don't have any money when we're dead, so we might as well say we had experiences, yeah?"

"i love you. you're an angel on earth," mike hums lovingly as he pulls off of an exit, able to relax his head against the headrest and leer at you once he brakes at a red light. "our angel on earth." you writhe under his enamored stare, blushing and gnawing on your bottom lip with an airy giggle, and later, after you've gotten to your hotel and tucked abby into bed, you're back in the car doing that same giggle with his dick lodged in your throat.

"my angel on earth," he repeats as he folds his fingers into your hair so he can pull on it, maintaining eye contact while you sloppily guide yourself on him. his toes curl and his thigh muscles spasm, and he's panting down on your face as his other hand grabs his steering wheel in a white hot grip. "fuck, baby."

you're grateful that you were able to book a room facing outwards on the first floor of the hotel; you could be disgusting with mike in the car while ensuring abby's safety through the front windshield.

it helped solidify that there were no worries in your orbit; everything here was perfect, and you feed that passion into taking mike deeper, holding his gaze even as a tear runs down your cheek after an obscene gag that resonates through the whole car.

you swallow around him as you reach down to caress his balls, and crack a triumphant smile when he tenses, brokenly whimpering and bucking his hips into your face with sinful desperation. he doesn't stop as he shoots his come into your mouth, using the hand in your head to tilt your head back so the overflow doesn't choke you.

you moan as you taste him on your tongue, drinking it down while you flash mike the watery, filthy twinkle in your eyes. he thinks that it extends his orgasm, his balls tightening with another spray of white down your throat.

though his body burns with fatigue, mike brings his thumb to the corner of your lips to collect a spilt remnant of himself, pushing it into your mouth where he feels the warm plushiness of your tongue wrap around his digit. "god, i think you're gonna kill me one day. this mouth is deadly."

"one day, yes, but not today or saturday or sunday. not while we're on vacation."

you both retire to the room after, two immovable stone statues in bed until 7 am, when you're both ripped from your sleep by abby's noisy movements. she's enthusiastically throwing the curtains open, drowning you two in painfully bright sunlight and skipping over to hop on the bed, narrowly missing your shins and knees with her uncoordinated steps.

"abby, abby, abby," mike drones groggily, reaching out for her ankles.

you blearily watch as she snatches it out of his reach, and you can't help but laugh as you two make eye contact. "come on!! we're on vacation!! we've gotta start vacationing now!!"

"we don't have to start at...seven twenty-two in the morning," mike complains, wiping at his eyes after throwing his gaze to the alarm clock. "maybe we can do...ten."

"ten is way too late! if we eat now, we can wait it out and then go to the beach and stay all day! pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease--" you wrangle abby into your arms, squeezing her close to your body in an attempt to quiet her.

you smooth her hair down, tucking it behind her ears as you whisper, "hey, hey, how about we go get breakfast and meet mike a little later, okay? we can go in our pjs and everything," abby's eyes light up at your plan, and she's nodding excitedly, pulling on your wrist in order to wrench you from the warm bed. "let's go now then!"

"let me brush my teeth first, sweet thing, at least."

after another generous breakfast, two cat naps, and endless searching through bags marked with the sharp zztt zztt zztt of zippers, you, mike, and abby are established in the warm sand of a southern beach; it'd been a bit of a hassle to put the umbrella up, with its complicated, ancient instructions, but your tired muscles and mind are extraordinarily grateful for the effort as you lounge in your chair, leaning your head back into a neck pillow and scanning your eyes over your science fiction read.

after a bit, you stick your bookmark into the crease of your pages and remove your sunglasses from your face so you're able to get a clearer view of abby and mike along the shoreline.

they're laughing together, running back and forth and taunting the tide as it crashes against the sand in a white foam. "you can't let the tide get you, abby! the sea monsters will take you whole!" you chuckle as mike sweeps her up in his arms, swinging her over the water as he treads deeper.

you set your book down and travel towards the tide, picking up more of their conversation over the soft wind.

"wait, what---what---oh no, the sea monsters are speaking to me. they're saying...i have to give you up." mike shakes his head in faux despair, beginning to fake cry as abby yelps in his arms. "they say they've been looking for an eleven year old girl named abby for their mission!" he continues swinging her, pretending to dunk her in some moments and keeping her away from the water in others, claiming, "no, i won't let them have you!"

you place your hands on your hips, raising your eyebrow in preparation to play along as they make their way back to land. "everything okay over here? i heard something about...'sea monsters'."

"the sea monsters have mastered mind control," abby matter-of-factly explains, wiggling from mike's grasp and curling her toes back into the wet sand during her impromptu intermission. "they specifically need an eleven year old abby, but mike is such a great brother that he wouldn't dare give me up."

"wouldn't do it for all the money in the world," mike affirms with a smile and finger wag pointed to the sky. after a moment, he winces and squeezes his eyes tightly in pain, rubbing at his temples with two fingertips. "they're still in my head though. it's taking all my willpower to fight against them."

you nod at the both of them, an oddly fascinated smile etched onto your face. "well maybe you two can take them down and make them reform. ask them why they need children for their mission in the first place."

"well they don't always, do they, abs?" abby shakes her head as mike reaches out for you, his eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "in fact...they're asking for...you now."

you widen your eyes, playing up your shock with a hand to the heart. "oh jeez. well, thank god it's an adult this time. what would the world be without abby?"

"what would the world be like without me? you ask great questions, y/n. that's why i love you."

"i love you more, abs. i'm not letting them get you either," you reply, running your hand over the crown of her damp head with an affectionate grin as you feel mike sneakily wrap his arms around your waist, pressing you into him. "mike, wh--"

"the sea monsters have spoken. they want you!" you're off your feet before you can even finish your screech, flying towards the cresting waves. one moment, mike had you in his arms, trudging into deeper surf, and the next, you're shrouded in icy ocean water, the salt stinging your eyes and coating your unexpectant tongue in a disgusting layer of minerals.

mike's laughing as he slowly makes his way to the sand, his back facing the shore while he waits for you to come to the surface. he's beside abby when you finally rise, the joy dropping from both of their demeanors when they take you in.

your staunch displeasure could be seen from football fields away and it makes abby mischievously gulp, "uh oh" as you irritably trek through the water, stopping when it reaches your mid-thigh.

you're like a goddess, appearing from the ocean in your simple black bikini, water droplets beading over the exposed parts of your smooth bronze skin, and it's all mike wants to make you feel like in order to atone for his obvious mistake. he wants to throw you into his arms and apologize profusely and plant kisses all over your body and ask you what he can do to make it right; he'll do anything if it means he won't see you with crossed arms and a deep scowl.

your attitude has mike sprinting over, almost face planting as his feet slip in the waterlogged sand. his eyes are overwhelmingly remorseful, and he begins to spew sentiment as he grabs for you.

"i'm so sorry baby, are you okay? are you hurt?" his voice cracks as he examines you thoroughly, grazing his hands over your face and body. you nearly give up your act at his attentiveness, but you maintain, rolling your eyes at him. he deflates at that, whimpering, "fuck, i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. i should've asked before i did that, i-i-i just thought since you were playing along that maybe it'd be okay...." mike's ramble trails off as he focuses on you stepping back into deeper water, and even more terrifyingly, your continued silence. "baby, hey, hey. are you okay?"

he follows you closely, and it's a foolish mistake on his own part; his consideration leaves him vulnerable, and you're able to ram your small frame into his torso, wrapping your own arms around his waist and tackling him into the chilly water. he goes down with a yell and comes up soon after with a cough and a smile, shaking the saltwater from his hair.

he wipes at his eyes as he reorients himself, rasping, "oh, i see. you were just getting back at me, being all cold and shit."

you watch him with your lips pursed amusedly, traversing around his recovering form so that you have an unobstructed escape route. "you gave me to the sea monsters, mike. i couldn't not get revenge."

"yeah, well, now this sea monster's gonna get you!" you noisily squeal as you run with high knees all the way to abby, who jumps and cheers for you back at the dry shore. "don't let them get you, y/n!"

"i won't!" you scream back, your words broken up with chuckles as you try your best to escape mike's aquatic nefariousness. you've made it out of the water, pulling abby into a wet embrace when mike clammers into the two of you, sending you all down to the lush sand.

it sticks to your skin as you belly-laugh with abby under mike's weight, feeling his heart pump through his ribs with adrenaline, and you can't help but think about how memorable this time will be for all of you.

mike and abby would be your family forever, and moments like this cemented that.

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karma - j. kiszka

pairing: jake x reader

a/n: hello! i'm gifting you all some enemies to lovers jake smut <3. i worked really hard on this one so i hope it's okay. this one is college!au jake. it's not edited so pls forgive me for any silly mistakes. also if you're sensitive to bullying (not really but? if you squint) then pls don't read. ok love u all!!!

genre: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), enemies to lovers

word count: 4.6k

summary: the reader is locked out of her dorm room late at night, with no way inside. her only escape is the man she can't stand, jake kiszka.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, explicit sex scenes, etc.

Karma sure was a bitch. 

Sitting in the hallway floor of your dorm building, well past 2 AM on a Wednesday morning, you were beginning to wonder what you did to deserve this. Soaking wet from the rain, missing a shoe, and locked out of your dorm room, you were pleading with every force in the universe for your roommate to somehow miraculously return early from Spring Break to let you into the room. Your phone and keys were locked in the bar that you and your friends left hours before, and you were effectively locked out until you could get in touch with the housing office in the morning. What a wonderful time to be alive. 

You debated it in your head; maybe it was the time you laughed at your roommate for falling down the stairs. Or when you refused to give your brother twenty dollars for gas money. Most prominent in your thoughts, though, was when you’d become fed up with your neighbor and hammered on his door to scream at him over the endless noise he made day-in and day-out. Maybe if you had a smidge more patience, you would be able to knock on his door and at least ask for a towel, considering he was the only other person on your floor that stayed at school for break. 

A heavy sigh departed your lips as you shifted, leaning your head back against the wall. You closed your eyes, though it did little against the fluorescents in the hallway. A headache pulsed dully at your temples, your mouth dry and your limbs starting to ache after the long walk back to campus. Sitting here, abandoned and helpless was its own unique form of torture. You knew your out. The door beside yours stood there, the thin wood taunting you in its frame. The man behind it, Jake Kiszka, was your natural enemy. The complete and utter bane of your existence. It wasn’t only that he was a pest of a neighbor– fucking and shouting and playing music at all odd hours– he was also argumentative, arrogant, and an absolute fuckboy.

Even before you’d marched to his door and practically beat a hole in it, his reputation preceded him. The amount of girls in your lectures you heard whispering about him was unbelievable. He was the campus heartbreaker. True that he was fantastically attractive, and a talented musician. But from what you heard, and experienced… he was a complete asshole. You’d had your share of questionable interactions with him, and wanted absolutely nothing at all to do with Jake Kiszka. 

The last hour sitting in the hallway gave you plenty of time to think over your situation. It was hard to believe that you weren’t getting your divine retribution. Your only escape from sitting in this misery for the next six hours was the guy you absolutely despised. As you sobered up, you understood clearly that you were being bullheaded. Bratty. Stubborn. Wouldn’t it be worse to have to grovel at Jake’s feet?

As you were weighing your options, the sound of footsteps jostled you from your thoughts. You peeled your eyes open, blinking at the brightness as they adjusted. Standing before you was exactly the person you didn’t want to see. Jake peered at you, lifting an eyebrow as he examined your disheveled frame crumpled on the floor. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, sounding halfway concerned. 

You laughed humorlessly, running a hand over your face. You refused to meet his eyes, instead focusing in on his booted feet. You were sure you were being punished now. This was no coincidence that you were literally at his feet, having to ask for help.

“I’m locked out,” you muttered, voice bitter. “Left my fucking phone and keys at some shitty bar. What are you doing?” 

The challenge in your voice didn’t go unnoticed. The corner of his mouth quirked up, a flash of amusement flickering behind his dark eyes. He took a step back, leaning against the wall across from you. His arms flexed as he crossed them over his chest, muscles stretching beneath the skin. You tore your eyes away. 

“It’s spring break,” he said, as if that explained it all.

“Hmmm,” you said, nodding. “Off fucking some sorority sister, then?”

Antagonizing him was the last thing you should be doing right now. You were actively aware of that, and didn’t care. A dark chuckle left his lips. 

“What’s it to you?”

You shrugged. “Just glad it was in someone else’s room, this time,” you conceded. “Would’ve been a good night for me to get some sleep.”

He laughed again, shaking his head. Jake maintained his cool facade, seeming unbothered by your digs. 

“Well,” he sighed, “not that it’s any of your business, but I took a day trip to see my family.”

You swallowed hard. You almost felt a little bad for assuming he was off ruining another girl’s life. You huffed, wringing your hands in your lap. His eyes bore into you, dark irises still flashing amusement as he stared at your pitiful form on the ground. He was pleased, as you knew he would be. He expected the universe to repay you this retribution, and here he was to witness it all. 

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” You broke the silence, skin crawling with discomfort.

“Why do you hate me so much?” he wondered. A rage-inducing smirk spread over his lips. You gave him a dark look.

“You really don’t know?” A frown settled on your features. It wasn’t entirely the fact that he was the campus playboy, nor that he was obnoxiously loud with his nighttime escapades, but also that he had humiliated you in front of a dozen people. It was a touchy subject, and there were very few people you brought it up with. Of course, he didn’t remember it as vividly as you did. He was popular, well-liked, and not interested in the likes of you. 

“No, Y/N, I don’t,” he said. He sounded truthful, and that made things worse.

You laughed, the hollow, bitter noise echoing through the empty hall. “You made a fucking joke out of me last year, Jake,” you said darkly. “Back at that stupid fucking frat party.”

“You do realize how many frat parties I’ve been to, right? You’re gonna have to be more specific…”

“That Lambda Omega Phi Halloween party,” you muttered, face flushing at the memory. “I don’t know why I even went in the first place. Somehow, Maddie convinced me, and look at me now…” 

He frowned, looking seriously confused. “I still don’t follow,” he said. 

You forced your gaze up to meet his eyes, shaking your head. You’d cried over the humiliation before, but now there were no more tears. Only anger. You knew he could be an asshole, but you had never expected him to do anything to you of all people. You always kept to yourself, minding your own business. 

“It was late,” you began, “pretty much everyone had gone home. There were maybe ten or fifteen of us left. Someone suggested we spin the bottle. Make it a sort of spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven situation. I was uncomfortable to begin with… Imagine how I felt when you looked at me for a second, and laughed. You said, ‘We can’t invite this one to seven minutes in heaven. Little birdie told me she’s still a virgin.’ Everyone laughed.”

“Y/N–”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse, Jake,” you said, cheeks burning. “You asked me why I hate you, that’s why. And after you said that about me, in front of all of those people, I have to come home and be your neighbor. I wish you knew how that felt.”

He stared at the ground, shaking his head. When he looked back up, the amusement in his eyes was gone. His lips were set in a flat line, expression almost remorseful.

“I was drunk, Y/N, really,” he said, his voice soft. “That was wrong of me to say. Really, I feel like a piece of shit. I only remember bits and pieces.”

“That doesn’t make it any better.”

“I know… I can’t say anything to make things better. I will say that I’m sorry, and I mean that.” 

“Okay,” you replied. You didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Talking about it made it more real in your memory. It made things come flashing back: the sound of the laughter around you, the teasing smile on Jake’s lips, your stomach dropping as you realized you were once again the butt of someone’s joke. Once you graduated high school, you thought you were completely done with bullies, but you’d learned the truth that night. You would never be able to escape being teased for your timidity. 

“Really, Y/N–” he was almost pleading, his voice much lighter and softer. Strained, as if he were in pain.

“Enough,” you said, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“No,” he argued, “it’s not fair. That I treated you that way. Maybe I had a reason, though…”

You glanced up at him, your brows furrowed together. What reason could he possibly have for embarrassing you like that? You’d rushed out of the party, tears pouring down your cheeks, mortified. There was no reason to justify that. 

“I hope it was a really fucking good reason, Jake,” you hissed.

He laughed sheepishly, brushing his hair back off of his face with one hand. “It wasn’t, still isn’t,” he sighed. He refused to meet your gaze, instead staring down the empty hall. “I just– I’d seen you around campus, sat a few rows behind you in Intro to Anthropology, hell, I’d heard you talking or laughing through the dorm wall, and I… I liked you, Y/N. A lot…”

Your eyes widened as he spoke, confusion jumbling your thoughts. Embarrassment bloomed further throughout your body. You practically gaped as he continued, pouring his heart out to you.

“You’re so clever, and you always shared interesting opinions and offered perspectives I hadn’t considered in class… I saw you at that party, and you looked beautiful– hell, beautiful doesn’t even describe you. You were like… some kind of art, just walking around casually. I saw other guys looking at you, noticed them getting excited… What was I supposed to do? I didn’t want any of them to have their chance with you in spin the bottle…”

“You could have just told me,” you said, breathless.

“I realize that, now,” he continued, “but I was drunk. I was jealous. So I did something stupid, and believe me when I tell you I regret it. So much.”

“Even after I tried to break your door down?” you laughed, unable to process the information he was telling you. He liked you? It was surprising enough that he didn’t hate your guts back, but to actually like you? Romantically? He was dropping bombs on you tonight.

He grinned, “Even more,” he admitted. “All those girls I brought home… None of them were anything compared to you… I’m not proud to say that I pictured you more often than not… writhing underneath me, your perfect little blushing face.” He flushed at the very thought, pressing his lips together.

Your heart threatened to burst from your ribcage, beating rapidly. No one ever spoke to you this way. Embarrassment warmed your cheeks, the tops of your ears, and you tried to hide the satisfied little smile on your lips. The situation unfolding around you was surreal. None of your friends were going to believe this when you recounted it to them in the morning.

You didn’t know what to say, so your mind settled on one burning question.

“You really think I’m a virgin?”

He blinked at you, taken aback. For a few beats, the two of you were silent. Then, he finally stuttered out a reply, “W–well, maybe. I don’t know. I just said it to keep those guys away from you.”

A real laugh broke the quiet in the hall this time, and you smiled. The reality had yet to fully wash over you; Jake Kiszka liked you? Of all people. That was something… You shook your head, taking a deep breath.

“Well, I guess I won’t spoil the surprise,” you said, voice teasing as you shrugged. “Too bad I’m stuck out in this hallway,” you continued, “I’m sure you really would like to get to know me…”

Your eyes flicked up to him, a tiny smirk playing on your lips. He rolled his eyes, scoffing as he stepped past you to unlock the door to his dorm room. 

“If you wanted to come in, all you had to do was ask,” he said, trying halfheartedly to sound annoyed at you. A satisfied chuckle left your lips, and you stepped inside at his gesture.

“Why would I do that?”

“What? Ask for what you want?”

You nodded.

He smiled innocently. “That’s what good girls do, Y/N.”

You were relieved that your back was facing him. The flustered look on your face would have thrown your game completely off had he seen it. 

“Good girls, hm?” you mused, peeling off your damp jacket and tossing it on his desk chair. He flicked on the lamp in the corner of the room, illuminating you in a faint amber glow. His eyes sparkled in the light, watching your movements. 

He said nothing, observing you. You glanced around the room, admiring the messiness of the room. There were clothes scattered around, books laid haphazardly on the floor, posters pasted crooked on the wall. Your roommate would never allow your room to look like this. Something about the clutter made it cozier; it just made sense that his room would look this way.

“So this is where you bring all those good girls, huh?” You looked at him expectantly.

He lifted a hand up, scratching at the nape of his neck. He shifted beneath your inquiring gaze, then took a step forward to drop his keys on the desk behind you. You stared up at him, though the glint of his belt buckle at eye-level was rather enticing, you wouldn’t give in so easily.

“You know,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. His fingers traced the line of your jaw, slowly coming to lift your chin. “You look really fucking good from this angle.”

Your tongue darted out to moisten your lips. You tilted your head to the side innocently, fluttering your lashes at him. “You think so?” One of your hands trailed up the inside of his leg, tracing over the denim of his jeans lightly. He shivered slightly beneath your touch, his gaze latched onto yours with an intensity you’d never seen from him before. 

“Mmm,” he grunted his approval, then breathed out a few more words, “but I could think of a thing or two that’d make this angle even better…”

“And what would that be?” you teased, fingers inching closer to the bulge straining against his pants. He groaned as you traced the outline with a single finger, barely ghosting over it. 

He chuckled, shaking his head at your antics. “God, you’re a fucking tease.”

“Would you rather a tease or a virgin?” you wondered aloud, still fucking with him. Your hand finally palmed his bulge completely, eliciting a lewd sound from deep within his throat. Your eyes widened, saliva pooling in your mouth at the thought of making him whimper and writhe at the faintest touches.

“Fuck,” he grunted as you fiddled with his belt buckle. “What kind of question is that?”

You breathed an amused breath through your nose, shrugging, “Just a question.” A devilish smile danced on your lips. You peeled down the waistband of his jeans and boxers, eyes still on his even as his cock sprang free. His breathing deepened as you wrapped a fist around the base, stroking it with a light touch.

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”

“Probably not,” you replied. “You might be able to make it up to me, though…”

Without waiting for his reply, you took the head of his cock between your lips. You let your jaw go lax, your tongue doing all of the work as you took him deeper into your mouth. His fingers pressed into the skin of your neck as he guided your chin over his cock. Jake’s mouth hung agape, eyes almost blank as he watched you suck him off.

A shaky breath stole from his mouth, “Ah, god, you’re fucking good at that…” His irises darkened considerably, going from deep amber to nearly black as lust shrouded his gaze. His lips glistened with spit, mouth open as he tried to steady his breathing. A few grunts and choked moans broke the quiet in the room, accompanied by the slick sounds of your mouth on him.

You pushed yourself further down to the base of his cock, your nose nearly brushing his pubic hair as you took him into your throat. He pulsated inside of your mouth, something like a whine tearing from his throat as you gazed up at him through wet lashes. His other hand tangled into your hair, both of them now guiding you as he gently rocked his hips into your mouth. You bobbed your head in time with his rhythm, relishing in the musical sounds of pleasure coming out of him. As the tip of his cock brushed the back of your throat, you tightened the muscles around him. He growled, the sound sending shivers straight to your center. 

You took him deeper, your throat squeezing around the head. He sucked in a sharp breath, and you hummed around him. Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, saliva dripped over your chin, but you didn’t care. The look on his face was intoxicating; his eyes clamped shut, mouth hanging open in an expression that almost made him look pained. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna–”

You pushed even further, gagging around him as your nose finally brushed his skin. He gasped, the hand in your hair tightening as he pulled you away unexpectedly. A string of saliva followed your mouth before dripping down your neck. Your chest heaved as you panted, the air cooling the mess on your chin as you stared up at him.

“Made a mess of that pretty little face,” Jake whispered, thumb dragging through the slick on your mouth before dipping in between your lips. You swirled your tongue around the digit, bleary-eyed and lightheaded. His cock jumped in your hand, a sigh escaping his lips at the feeling of you slowly pumping him. 

“Mmmm,” you hummed around his finger, bobbing as if you were still sucking him off. He watched you for a moment, transfixed by the filthy sight of you below him. Mascara smeared beneath your eyes, spit glistening on your swollen lips, your cheeks flushed. 

“Pretty girl,” he mumbled, “wanna see how pretty you look riding me… C’mon…”

You stood, legs shaky already. He lifted your shirt over your head without hesitation, fingers expertly unhooking the back of your bra. You shivered, exposed to the cool air and his salacious gaze. His eyes drank in your figure for a second. They dragged over your messy face, down your clavicle, and to your exposed chest. He wasted no time in leading you to his bed, your back pressing into the sheets. His lips enclosed around one nipple, fingers tweaking the other as you arched up into his touch, sighing. 

His thigh notched itself between your legs, the denim rubbing deliciously against your needy core through the thin layer of your shorts. You rocked against him, desperate for any contact. He smirked against your chest at this, breaking contact for a second. “Needy angel, aren’t we?” 

“Please–” you breathed. You bit down on your bottom lip, watching the way he sucked and nipped at the skin of your chest, leaving dark marks on the skin. The throbbing in your center was becoming unbearable, the friction from his leg not enough to satisfy the desperation spreading through your veins. You needed him, now.

“Please what, angel?” He looked up at you, deep brown eyes through a shade of lashes, and your heart fluttered. You had to close your eyes, holding back the moan that threatened to spill from you just at the sight of him. His lips were a swollen, sanguine shade of red from the friction, shining with saliva. His eyes shone dark brown, honeyed like molasses. Damp pooled between your thighs, gluing the fabric of your panties to your soaked core. 

You swallowed hard, and managed to gather your bearings. “Please, I need to feel you…”

A genuine smile found its way to his face at this, the cocky look playing in his eyes making you want him even more. If you were in your right mind, you would have scolded yourself for letting him charm you. But it was so easy to fall for Jake Kiszka, especially when he was perched between your legs, looking so eager to please.

“Okay,” he muttered. He leaned over you, lips finding yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, his breath sweet and addicting as your lips moved together. “Feel me, then, angel. Take what you need…” His breath fanned against your lips, and the two of you switched places. You took a second to peel off your shorts and panties as he quickly undressed.

He watched through hooded eyes as you straddled him. Your thighs were sticky with your arousal already, glistening tantalizingly over your skin. He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth as you pivoted your hips over him, slicking his cock in your juices.

“Don’t be too long,” he whispered. The look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine; it was as if he were watching his very life-force, the need in his eyes burned hot behind those irises. 

A deep breath fanned out of your nose as you finally sank down onto him. You threw your head back, a piercing moan came from you as he filled you to the brim. Tears pricked your eyes at the stretch. 

“Jake,” was all you could manage as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you. 

“Take it, angel,” he said, voice deep and saccharine, “Go on, take what you need.”

You balanced one hand on his thigh as you began to grind against him. Your other hand gathered your hair into one hand, cooling the burning around your neck and chest. He dragged against your walls, the feeling sending sparks all through your body. You squeezed your eyes shut as your clit bumped against his pubic bone. Jolts of pleasure shot through you.

He breathed hard, one hand splayed over your thigh while the other rested behind his head. Low pants and moans spilled from his lips. That attentive gaze drank you in, every little detail carved out of soft flesh and muscle. You saw the way he admired you, and wondered how you didn’t notice it before. 

Shifting positions, you lifted yourself up to bounce on him, and he breathed a small whimper. You smiled, leaning over him as you began to lower yourself once again. You maintained a steady pace, fingers hooking through the necklace hanging around his neck to pull his lips up to yours. You panted, sharing breaths for a second before you connected your lips. Bracing yourself against his chest, you increased your pace until you were making your own head spin. He was hitting all of the right spots, stars blooming in your vision as you hastily approached orgasm. 

The muscles of his abdomen trembled beneath you, and he groaned as you pulled away from the kiss to breath. “God, fuck, Y/N.”

You smiled, chest heaving with every breath. “I’m almost there,” you whispered, using every bit of self-control not to cry out his name over and over again.

“Shit,” he hissed, as you swirled your hips at a different angle. “I am, too. Let go, for me, yeah?”

You nodded your agreement, fingers pressing into his chest as you lifted up. The room filled with breathless moans and the sound of skin slapping together. You brought your other hand down to your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves as you hurdled towards your orgasm. Your mouth fell agape, pornographic noises ripping through the room around you. Your thighs shook and ached as you rode him through your release, milking every ounce of pleasure out of the man beneath you. He cried out your name in his velvety tone, his body tensing as he reached his own orgasm.

His fingers dug into your thighs as he held you in place, eyes locked onto yours as his release coated your insides. 

“Don’t stop,” he muttered, hips jerking into yours as you continued your pace. The muscles in your legs tightened, though the pleasure pulsing through your body shadowed the pain. 

“Jake, I can’t—” you mewled, body weakened from your orgasm.

“You can, angel, I know you can…” he whispered, leaning up to grasp your face in one hand. “Keep going…”

“It’s too much–”

“One more, Y/N. Just give me one more.” He pressed his lips against your throat, biting softly against the skin. His fingers dipped between your bodies, rubbing your clit fervently. Your entire body seized, hands holding onto him for dear life. “Come on, baby…”

You cried out his name, moisture pricking your eyes as you rocked against his hand. He was softening inside of you, your walls clenching around him as he coaxed you through your second orgasm. Burying your face into his neck, you whined at the feeling. 

“Almost there, baby, I know you can do it,” he cooed, lips ghosting over your jaw, up your hairline, onto your forehead. “Oh, you’re so good for me…”

He made a pleased noise as your release washed over you again, black spots clouding your vision. The sounds coming from you were animalistic, and unrelenting as you sobbed against him. He pressed gentle kisses against your temple and forehead, easing you through the overwhelming pleasure. Your body finally stilled, body going lax against him as you struggled to catch your breath.

“I knew you would be a good girl for me,” he said. He brushed the hair off of your face and neck, gently separating the two of you and laying you down on the bed. You sprawled over the sheets, the air cooling the mess between your legs as you lay there trying to slow your heart rate. 

“That was…”

“Mind blowing,” Jake finished for you, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips before pulling away and standing up. He pulled his jeans back on, rummaging around in the room as you laid an arm over your eyes. You let your body relax, muscles aching from the effort of riding him. 

After a second, you hissed at a cold feeling between your legs. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, watching as Jake wiped the mess from between your legs.

“Sorry,” he muttered, “didn’t wanna run down to the bathroom…”

“It’s okay,” you relaxed back into the bed again. It was a tad amusing that he kept a pack of wet wipes in his room, but you said nothing. You were too exhausted. 

He tossed the soiled wipe into the trash bin by the desk, then flicked the light off. He passed you a t-shirt that smelled like him, and you pulled it over your head. His bed was more comfortable than your own at this point, your mind drifting away already after only a few seconds. 

“You all right?” he asked, concern coloring his voice as he settled into bed beside you. You threw one arm over his abdomen, slipping closer to him in the darkness.

“Mhmm,” you replied.

“All right sleepyhead,” he mumbled. He pressed his lips against your temple softly. “I’ll take you to get your shit from the bar tomorrow.”

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Reunion In the Rain

Pairing: Ex!JJ Maybank x female!Reader (both over 18)

TW:18+, smut, angst, radioactive levels of toxicity (seriously JJ and Reader are terrible in this lol), cheating, I think thats it

Summary: You and JJ never really got over each other, and you handle it in the worst way possible.

Word Count:2.5k

A/N: listen I know jj would never but I had to get this out of my head

Sleep doesn't come easily these days and like many nights recently, you find yourself staring up at the ceiling as the snoring next to you grates your nerves. You should be happy; your life is perfect by all accounts on the surface. 

You're with a man who loves you and takes care of you, working is a thing of the past, and you're comfortable. Despite all that, you'd throw it away in a heartbeat if you could go back to the way things were. 

You mull over the idea for a few minutes before saying fuck it. Your movements are slow and calculated as you shift the down comforter, stopping every few seconds to make sure your boyfriend is still asleep. 

Once you're free from the shackles of his arms, you creep towards the door on the balls of your feet and peel it open silently before moving toward the kitchen. You lean on the island and sigh, really debating your next move. 

You know it's a bad idea, he probably won't even answer. That doesn't stop you from pulling out your phone and scrolling your contacts. You stop directly at his name, your thumb seeming to use muscle memory as it presses call before you can torture yourself anymore. 

The line rings a few times and you're about to admit defeat and hang up when you hear him speak.

"Y/N? It's almost two am, why are you calling? Is everything okay?"

You're suddenly at a loss for words; you didn't think you'd get this far. Everything comes rushing to the surface at once; familiar love and heartache swirling around your heart and choking the life out of you. If you close your eyes, you can almost smell his cologne; a stark contrast from the suffocating scent of the man upstairs.

"Y/N? Did you mean to call?"

Confusion laces his voice and you force yourself to speak, willing your brain to work. 

"Shit, yeah. Yeah, I meant to call, JJ."

It's all you can muster at the moment and your chest squeezes like a vice when you hear him sigh. You can imagine him running his hands through his blonde bed head and for a split second, it's as if you're sitting next to him having one of your late-night talks like nothing has changed at all.

"It's kind of hard to talk right now, Y/N."

His voice is a hushed whisper, and you know it's because she's sleeping a few feet away from him, the same way you used to. 

"Yeah, no. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."

You squeeze your eyes shut, praying that he can't hear the way your voice shakes or your small sniffles. But this is JJ we're talking about; even over the phone and after nearly a year apart he still knows you like the back of his hand. 

"Why are you crying, cupcake?" 

It's a slip of the tongue, you know that. JJ has never been good about keeping his composure when it comes to you. Still, the old nickname causes your hand to fly up to your mouth as you attempt to stifle a sob.

"I just miss you."

You know you sound pathetic, but you can't bring yourself to care as you talk to the man that has always held your heart in the palm of his hand. It's silent for a beat and you can almost hear the wheels turning in his head before he speaks again. 

"It's good to hear your voice. Sometimes I wish it was you sleeping next to me."

You swallow thickly, suppressing the urge to go to him even though it would cause more issues than you can count. 

"Do you ever dream of me? I don't sleep much anymore because every time I do, it's just memories of us."

You know he's in just as much pain as you, everything about this conversation and the situation as a whole is unfair. 

"Every night."

There's a moment of silence and you hear shuffling on the other end as he slips out into the hallway. 

"Does he know you're talking to me?"

It's a fair question, and it causes guilt to eat at you when you're reminded of the clueless man still sleeping upstairs. 

"No, lord knows that would cause a fight. Does she know you're talking to me?"

You already know the answer, and yet you ask anyway. 

"No. She's out cold."

You purse your lips and nod even though he can't see you, and revel in the comfort of just having him breathing in your ear. 

"JJ.."

Your voice is slow and thick like molasses, exhaustion and tears forcing you to speak at a more relaxed cadence than usual. You vaguely register a thump as his head hits the wall behind him, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose. 

"Don't say my name like that. You're making it really difficult to think straight."

Your lip quirks slightly at the fact you still have as much effect on him as he does you before it drops again. 

"I'm sorry."

Your voice is barely audible, but JJ hears loud and clear. 

"It's okay."

You shake your head from side to side and it drops down, your hair hanging in your face as you stare at the counter.

"No, JJ. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for the way things ended, for the fact we can only talk in secret. I'm just- I'm sorry. I never wanted to say goodbye."

Your words hang heavy in the air, like an anvil ready to crush you both at any second. You frown when you hear him chuckle to himself and prepare yourself for the worst. 

"I guess neither of us really moved on, huh?"

You suck in a breath, taken aback by his response as your mind reels. 

"No, I guess not. Yet, we won't do anything about it."

It's sad but it's true. You're too scared and he's too stubborn; it's part of the reason the relationship ended in the first place. 

"What if we did? What if we've both grown up and it's the right time, now?"

You ponder his words, unsure if he really means them. 

"If it was the right time would we be hiding in the dark in the middle of the night just to talk?"

You hear him suck his teeth, and you can imagine the pensive expression on his handsome features. 

"Maybe not."

You nod to yourself, secretly disappointed he didn't try harder to convince you. 

"I should probably let you get back to bed." 

Your voice is watery as a fresh round of tears starts, and you try your damndest to hold in your sobs until he hangs up. 

"Yeah, probably. Goodnight, Y/N."

You try to ignore the underlying reluctance in his voice, aware that he doesn't want this to be the end either. Against your heart's wishes, you let him go again. 

"Night, JJ."

The second you hear the line click, your knees give out and you collapse into a heap of tears and sorrow on the marble floor. Little do you know, JJ slides down the wall and curls into himself, mirroring your disheveled state. 

The two of you fall apart, together yet apart, before clambering back to your significant others who are none the wiser. Two people, deeply in love yet pushed apart by cruel circumstances, dreaming of each other next to the ones they can't love. 

Despite your best efforts, you just can't sleep. The tears won't stop streaming down your cheeks, and your breathing is far too ragged to feel anything resembling calm. 

You're debating throwing away everything when the decision is made for you. Your phone vibrates next to you, and you scowl as you pick it up. It's nearly three now, who on earth would be texting this late?

Meet me at the docks

There are only about five seconds between your mind registering the words, and your feet carrying you out of the room. There are simultaneously no thoughts and a million thoughts racing through your mind as you grab your keys and start toward your old meeting place. 

You're on autopilot as you take the familiar route and slam the gear into park as soon as you arrive. You don't even shut your door as you stand at the start of the wood planks, staring down the man you're willing to risk everything for. 

He looks ethereal with the moonlight casting a glow on him, and you both stand in place, seemingly trying to figure out of this is real or not. 

You don't even register that you forgot your shoes until your feet are slamming into the weathered wood beneath you, sprinting towards JJ as if your life depends on it.

In a way it does.

You realize at some point that it started storming, the rain stinging your skin and plastering your hair to your forehead. You don't care one bit, too focused on the man who has now broken out into a jog toward you. 

His arms are already open when the two of you collide, your body wrapping around his instinctively as his broad arms envelop you. You're both crying now, a feeling of home washing over you for the first time since you walked away from each other.

Everything else is forgotten, the two people waiting for you at home nowhere in your mind. You both know this is wrong but if that's truly the case, why does it feel so right?

The second your skin touches his, your only thought is fuck the consequences.

Your lips smash against his, rainwater and tears mingling on your tongues. Your hands tangle in his hair, one of his hands supporting your thigh and the other one gripping the back of your neck as he holds you against him.

It's a messy clash of teeth and strangled moans, the two of you lost in the moment. You don't realize you left your phone in the car, or maybe you would have seen the notification someone logged in to find my iPhone from your computer, followed by a string of text messages. 

Where are you?

Baby??

Are you with him?

Maybe if you weren't so enamored with the intoxicating scent of sandalwood body wash mixed with weed or the way JJ's fingertips are digging into your flesh, you would have heard the tires crunching gravel and slamming doors.

Maybe JJ would have peeled his eyes open for just long enough to see your boyfriend fuming with his girlfriend ready to kill right behind him. He had called JJ's number, only to hear a woman's voice pick up the phone.

However, you'll never know because the two of you stay glued together in the pouring rain, wandering hands and bruising kisses muddling your senses. 

The two of them watch silently as JJ sets you down, only getting a second of reprieve as they let themselves think it's over. It's quickly ripped away when the blonde's hands slip under your shirt, guiding it up and over your head. 

You let him, too desperate for him to care that you're in public. They watch frozen as you do the same, your mouth attaching to JJ's throat as his head falls back in bliss.

Once your fingers start working on his belt, they return to the car and speed off, unable to stomach any more.

You and JJ are completely oblivious to what just happened, still too caught up in one another as he bends you over the railing. You breathe a sigh of relief as he slips into you, his arm snaking around your waist to hold you in place while his other hand grips your throat. 

It's fast and rough, both of you chasing your ends and gasping into the night. 

"Shit I missed this. Missed you."

Your only response is a sharp whine when he hits the spot that only he can reach, and you tumble over the edge. He's not far behind, and you clench around him when his throaty groan fills your ear.

The two of you separate, struggling to put your sopping wet clothes back on, and look at each other. The reality of what you just did slams into both of you like a freight train, yet neither of can bring yourself to feel remorse.

"I don't think I can go back to him after this. I can't walk away from you again."

The statement is raw and vulnerable, something you weren't able to be with JJ the first time around. 

"We need to break things off with them."

He's just stating the obvious, yet it still sends fear up your spine. You nod slowly, and he gives you a sweet kiss before smiling. 

"Call you tomorrow?"

He kisses your forehead and nods, holding your hand loosely as the two of you trek back to your cars. You falter for a second, your eyebrows pinching as you look at the ground. 

"Were those tire tracks there before?"

His eyes follow your gaze and he shrugs, unbothered. You don't give it any more thought, climbing into your now wet car and starting toward your boyfriend's place.

It's not until you pick up your phone in the driveway that you see the messages and missed calls, your stomach sinking. Your mind goes back to the tire tracks before you tell yourself that's crazy. He would have said something.

It's almost five now, and you sneak into the house, ready to take a shower and go to sleep. All of this can be dealt with in the morning.

You slowly open the door to his bedroom, and your eyes bulge as you take in the sight before you. Laying in bed is your boyfriend and JJ's girlfriend, a tangled mess of bare limbs. 

You slowly pad around the room collecting the things that you've left over before making a beeline toward your car. 

You don't think as you start toward JJ's apartment; he's the only one you want to see right now. 

He looks surprised when he opens the door to your face, and moves aside to let you in. 

"She's not here. I don't know where she is, she isn't answering." 

You know he's trying to reassure you, but you can't help the snort you let out. 

"Yeah, I know."

You turn around to face him and almost laugh at the bewildered look in his ocean-blue eyes. 

"How do you know?"

It occurs to you then that he's out of the loop, and you plop down on his couch. 

"Because she's in bed with my ex-boyfriend."

His eyebrows shoot up as he stares down at you, your gaze focused on your hand as you pick at your nails.

"Excuse me?"

You purse your lips and glance up at him, mild amusement sparkling in your eyes.

"Guess we should have thought harder about those tire tracks."

He blows out a breath and takes a seat next to you, his knee knocking into yours. 

"I guess we had that coming."

You chuckle humorlessly and let your head fall back against the cushion.

"Yeah. Yeah, we really did."

His arm wraps around your shoulder and you fall into him, your cheek resting against his chest. 

"I guess that frees up our schedule."

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank smut #jj maybank angst #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fic #jj maybank #outer banks fic #outer banks #outer banks imagine #outer banks angst #outer banks smut

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coffee shop breakdowns──★ ˙☕️ ̟ ¡!

| choi beomgyu x fem! reader ─ 2.69k wc✔︎

my notes⎯ i've always wanted to write something coffee shop au and at first i was going to write for yunjin of zb1 but change of plans lol ! (ill still write for yunjin in the future though !) I hope you enjoy, i tried to make it funny( 〃．．). (i know the ending is abrupt, it's 1 am and im exhausted and i really want to publish this). warnings⎯ swearing (mainly f bombs), mentions of exhaustion and overworking (?), and taehyun makes a brief appearance. songs⎯ 사랑으로; wave to earth

나의 작은 마음도 그 안에 작은 파도처럼 부서지고 밀려와선 네게 녹아내리고 그제서야 보이는 나의 영원

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THE COFFEE SHOP was always busy between 9 to noon, when the college students came in for a fix of caffeinated shots after staying up late cramming in assignments, or partying.

The line of people continued to grow until it reached the door, making it hard for newcomers to come in. Some opted to hop back into their cars and into the deserted drive-through. With each order came more glassware, covered in sticky toppings and cookie crumbs. Unfortunately for you, you always seemed to get scheduled on busy days. Even more unfortunate, the glorified task of dish duty was assigned under your name at the start of your 8-hour shift.  

You reach up to nudge the tight knot on your apron's neck.

If exhaustion doesn’t kill you by the end of the night, the choker on your neck should do the trick.

After putting another load into the dishwasher, which was on its last leg due to its slight malfunction when you got a spoon stuck in the disposal, you bend over the sink. There was a slight twitch in your eye out of the sheer annoyance that yet another person went on their break when you had yet to get your own.

The screaming baby in dining is not helping the raging headache pounding in your temple.

“Will someone shut that thing up?” a grunt rises from your throat as you go to stand, wincing when your back cracks loudly.

In the corner of your eye, you see a hand place another dish in the black tub, and a laugh follows. “That's not a nice way to talk about a paying customer.”

You don’t even have to turn around to know who it is.

“If you think a baby works a 9-5 job, with enough money to afford a cup of coffee in this economy, you have another thing coming for you.” The rebuttal comes easy from your lips, months of practice and debates working in your favor with fast responses. 

“I mean if they really put their mind to it, babies could take over the world.” The response is quick and witty, an unconscious choice of words followed by a playful hip bump that makes you keel over and onto the wall. Your knees were so close to giving in after standing all day. The thought of sitting on the floor, though covered in unidentifiable grit, seems like heaven for the joints. “Long day?”

A scoff leaves your lips as your head connects to the wall. A way of saying you have no idea. The weight of your eyelids grow heavier with every passing second. No matter how many times you try to keep them open, it’s to no avail.

You look like a toddler fighting sleep.

The question passes through one ear and out the other. Your co-worker waits for another second (perhaps for a response) then giggles when there is none. Though you can’t see him, you can vaguely imagine what he’s doing with all of the commotion going around the cramped space. There’s a slosh coming from the three-compartment sink, a rag hitting the dishes hurriedly, and then the dishwasher handle being pulled up paired with a strenuous huff. 

“Holy fuck this thing is heavy,” is mumbled quietly as more thumping continues. Something in the more conscious part of you can't figure out if the room is spinning beneath the dark in your eyes or the headache that spreads itself to the base of your skull. 

Where's Tylenol when you need it?

“Beomgyu,” The name comes out weak- a thick coat of fatigue blankets your throat. You clear it a couple of times before trying again. “You don’t have to do it for me.”

Please, please, please do it for me.

He stops pouring out the unused coffee grains to look down and give you a judgmental once over. His eyes flit to your frizzy wannabe ponytail that has one too many flyways, to the apron string on your shoulder that was one fast head turn to the man upstairs, and then to your jeans, that were covered ankles up in milk and chocolate sauce?

Beomgyu hopes that it's chocolate sauce.

With the way he looks at you, a fire lights your cheeks ablaze and you have to turn your head away from him. It feels like you're on RuPaul's Drag Race getting judged on the dress you made but it looks like a ten-can special and a bottle of mid-life crisis. The embarrassment wants to conceal itself with a “Bitch you don’t look better!” retort, but your mouth is glued shut.

“With the way you’re slouched over, I don’t think I have a choice.” He sighs almost pitifully, who knows for you or himself. Even though he was the one who willingly started doing your tasks for you. After a second the tap stops, and then some shuffles of footsteps. They become louder until it stops. “Get up, you look pathetic.”

Get up?

Without realizing it, at some point your body went dumb and slid itself onto the floor. It was a relief to be off your feet and to let your body rest but at the same time,, you can’t remember the last time these floors said hello to a mop and pine-sol. Oh boy. Good thing today is wash day.

“Can’t.” 

Beomgyu raises an eyebrow and lets out an agitated breath. “The hell you can.”

“Can’t.” You repeat, throwing in a piteous whine, lifting up your arms so forcefully that he flinches back quickly. “Up.”

“(Name)…” The desperation in his voice is comical. He does not want to lift you like a child. “You are a grown woman, this is embarrassing for you.” He says it like multiple people are watching, a crowd to be sheepish around in your debilitation. You give him a look; eyebrows scrunched, lips upturned, and the worst case of stink eye. Your arms are still dangling limply in the air.

He hesitates for a second. 

And another.

 Then finally, he grabs you by the wrists, and for a second it feels like you’re flying. It seems as though he might have underestimated how much strength to put into the haul because after what feels like minutes in the air you go crashing into his arms.

“You need to take a shower.”

“And you need to change your clothes. Looks like you got shit on your pants.”

He maneuvers your arms first, throwing one of them over his shoulder while trying to keep you upright with his other hand. You were exhausted to the point where you couldn’t keep your eyes open, but not to the point where you couldn’t stand. You allowed yourself to fall limp to give him a hard time.

He struggles for a few seconds, panicking when you almost slip from his grasp. You can tell that he's nervous about holding you, the way his hands stutter trying to find a place to put them to hold you up. They move from your waist, to your side, to your stomach, finally finding its home in your belt loop. If that would’ve lasted any longer you would have just placed his hand wherever and told him to hurry the hell up.

“You don’t look any better,” you grab onto his left shoulder, holding the material in a tight grip because you do not trust Choi Beomgyu to keep you steady, “You got a little something…” there's a small smudge of coffee dust in the middle of his chest and you put your finger on it.

Beomgyu looks at you funny then at your finger, and after a moment a sly smirk plays on your lips.

What a dumbass.

With a slick flick of the finger you pop him in the nose. Effectively making him reel his head back in pain. “There.” 

 At his reaction you start to cackle loudly like a deranged person. You have to bend over to catch your breath, taking Beomgyu down with you. He tries to shimmy your hand off of his shoulder but you have an iron clasp, and after a moment he gives up seeing you aren't detaching yourself anytime soon. “Ow-! You bitch!”

There's an instant change of emotion. A sarcastic frown replaces the beaming smile. Beomgyu feels heat rising up his neck. For some reason, it’s not because he feels mad, but the way you're looking at him makes him feel…uncomfortable?

He’s unsure.

“That’s no way to talk to a lady.” You reply, allowing him to drag you like a rag doll to the break table. A small school desk hidden behind an enormous ice machine that admits heat hotter than the Sahara. 

“Nothing about you is considered ‘a lady’.”

“Girl fuck you.”

As you pass by the short hallway leading to the front a head peeks out of the main office. Tufts of black hair and wide eyes look around the corner towards Beomgyu (trying) holding you as you still cackle from the childish trick you pulled on him. The look on his face is indescribable, blank but definitely annoyed.

“Everything… okay out here?” Taehyun asks before he actually takes a good look at the two of you. After a second of staring he blinks, “Beomgyu, why are you holding (Name)?”

He points to you without looking and responds monotonously, “She’s going on her break now. Have Iseul take over for her in the meantime.” Taehyun nods and slithers back into the office without another word.

“Aww Beomgyu,” You coo, letting out a breath when he throws you into one of the two chairs, “You’re so sweet, you didn’t have to do this for me.” Your hand finds its way to his cheek, pinching the skin lightly like a grandma would a young child. Who knows why, but he allows it to happen a second longer, your face scrunched up affectionately as you mumble out praises.

He swats your hand away, rubbing at the reddened skin, “You’re right, I didn’t.” You frown again, “I’m doing this out of the kindness of my heart.”

“You have a heart?”

He doesn't say anything in response. His hand connects with your forehead, pushing it back with enough force that it sends you backward, leaning against the wall. There's a shout at the register that you can’t quite make out, but by the way, Beomgyu takes a glance at you and then back towards the cashier and then runs off, you can only imagine that it's regarding you and the lack of clean cups up front. Man forget those cups. Your entire body feels sluggish and your brain feels insanely heavy. A nap sounds so good right now but you're not even halfway through your shift and still have 5 hours left to complete.

Somewhere in the conscious part of your mind, you make a mental note to change your hours.

If you remember.

You don’t know how long it's been since Beomgyu left you but at some point you began to doze off. Roughly around NREM 1 and 2 a voice abruptly breaks the silence, “Whipped cream or no whipped cream?”

A snort leaves your mouth as you jolt up, startled. “What?”

“Whipped cream or no whipped cream?” He repeats back, irritation lacing his words as he taps his foot impatiently as if he has anywhere else to be.

“Um…” You respond after a moment, still not coherently present, “Whipped…cream…?”

Beomgyu nods his head once and disappears again.

He’s so fucking strange.

Your relationship with Beomgyu has always been a little weird. From the beginning when he first joined the team he was this nervous ball of energy, always messing up orders and occasionally spilling coffee on customers. You had, obviously, given him shit for it because it’s not that hard to mess up a latte. To your surprise that nervous energy made him a good fast talker because it took you two days to finally understand the insults he spat back. The next shift you two had together was not… pleasant, to say the least.

It was mainly a game of cat and mouse, you’d say something to aggravate him and he’d respond, and vice versa. It was fun, it kept you on your toes and gave you something to look forward to every time you had to work. Having a job at a coffee shop always keeps you moving and a lot more times than you’d like, it makes you extremely exhausted. Unfortunately, like today.

However, despite not being completely present- it made you realize that this was the first you’ve interacted so…civilly with Beomgyu. Sure, there were a few back-and-forth in the last forty-five minutes but still. You were mainly known as enemies so the fact that he didn’t ditch you to fend for yourself and did some of your work was surprising.

The feeling of perspiration on your fingers immediately wakes you up again. When you open your eyes you find Beomgyu back in front of you. Hands wrapped around a medium iced latte that was covered in a mountain of whipped cream. And funnily enough- chocolate sauce.

You choose not to say anything about how he didn't mess up this time.

“What's this?”

“What does it look like, dipshit? It’s coffee.”

You ignored the comment, “Okay yeah, duh, but why?”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes and pushes the plastic cup to your hands. You don’t pick it up, “Look at you,” he starts, his eyes downcast towards the pool of water collecting on the table, “You can barely keep your eyes open. You work at a coffee shop, I thought you’d be smarter than this.”

You still don't pick it up.

Instead, you narrow your eyes at him.

“You poisoned this shit, didn't you?”

“Excuse me?” he crosses his arms defensively, “Why would I want to poison you?

You shrug, reaching up to toy with the straw. It looks so good. “Why wouldn’t you?”

Beomgyu lets a long exhale and aggressively pulls out the second chair, quickly taking a seat. He wastes no time grabbing on the straw and bending it slightly so it curves at the top and vigorously brings it to you lips. You pursed them and turned your head away, “I don’t wanna.”

“Stop acting like a child for a second and please drink. I am not your babysitter.”

“You probably spat in it.”

“I didn’t- you know what?” He hastily brings the straw to his own lips and takes a brief sip. “Mmmm- Mmm! Yummy! So good and no spit, Mmmm!”

You eye the drink and then his lips for a second indecisively before grabbing onto his wrist and bringing the drink to you. “Give me this, you freak.”

A pleased smile plays on his lips as he watches you almost down the entire thing in one sip. He doesn’t comment on how you still hold onto his wrist when you finished, or when you let out a satisfied sigh while staring at him…warmly?

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Why’d you make the drink?”

“Because you needed it…” he trails off but then adds, “And no one else can take the rest of your shift today so you need to wake up and do your job.” 

You continue staring at him and Beomgyu can see the wheels turning in your head, then a burst of energy makes you sit up straight, pointing accusing a finger in his face. It wavers in the air as your eyes go to slits, trying to sniff him out. He tries his best to seem unaffected. There's a beat, and then, “You like me, don’t you?”

“Excuse me?” He shouts a little too loudly and defensively for someone who doesn't like you like that. He really doesn’t-

“Helping me with my work, finding my stand-in, covering for me, making me a drink to feel better.” You list off on one hand, the other one still attached to his wrist. He tries to pry your fingers off but you’re stronger than a bull. He’s not going anywhere, “If you don't like me like that then it seems that at least you want to be my friend.”

-does he?

thank you for reading ! (don't forget to like and reblog please !)

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[dontyouworrydaddy]

ⲕⲉⲉⲣ ⲙⲉ ⲥⲟⲙⲣⲇⲛⲩ

Mike Schmidt x fem! reader

summary: Mike couldn’t spend the night with you because of work. But he still needs you.

warning: 18+ MDNI!, phone sex

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As you usual, you were sitting on your bed, watching a movie on your own. It was already midnight and you are happy that the day is finally over. The stress from work and then coming home doing laundry etc. Preferably you would love to see your boyfriend Mike but sadly he is currently at work. So you're spending the night alone, as usual.

He really tries to make as much time as possible and you know that. But sometimes you just want to fall asleep in his arms and wake up next to him. But in order to get to this point, you both need to be financially stable, without the support of the other. That was the deal in order to move in together. It was your both´s decision.

The movie you are watching slowly gets interesting but suddenly your phone vibrates underneath your blanket. The sudden vibration caused you to almost fall out of your bed. You search your phone under your blanket and after many failed attempts to reach for it, you finally found it.

You look at your lockscreen and see that Mike, your boyfriend who is at work right now, is calling you. And you couldn’t help but feel scared something might happened to him.

You immediately answer the call and ask him if he is alright. But instead of answering you, you only hear him breathing heavily. What is happening?

“Mike? You okay baby?“ you ask him, worry in your tone. But the worry vanishes as soon as you hear a quite moan from the other side of the call. And it was enough for you to immediately get in your feels.

"Shit baby… I‘m so sorry for calling you so late but fuck… I need your support to help me finish." he whispers and you gladly help him out.

So you let your hand travel down into your panties and start working on yourself. As you let out a small moan, Mike could swear he felt his legs going numb for a few seconds. "Mike. When does your shift end?" you ask him with need filled your tone.

"6 am. I‘ll try and leave as fast as I can. And I‘ll make it up to you. I promise" he says and you close your eyes, trying to imagine it’s his fingers that are making you feel like this. You continue moaning, causing Mike to almost crossing the finish line. "I‘ll fuck you in every room when I get there. Don’t you dare fall asleep on me, yeah?“ you hum quietly but loud enough to make Mike hear it. Everything around you disappears or becomes less important.

"Fuck…" Mike lets out a sigh and his breath gets slower. "Come on baby… let me hear you" he says and you just know he has his smirk on his face. "Mike.. shit" you pick up the speed and don’t dare to open your eyes.

"finish yeah?" he says and it was enough for you. "mike.. come home as soon as you can" you say, clearly out of breath.

"I‘ll be there faster than you think"

#fanfic #mike schmidt #mike schimdt x reader #mike schimdt smut #five nights at freddy's #fivenightsatfreddyssecuritybreach #fivenightsatfreddys mike #fnaf #fnaf fanart #fnaf smut #fnaf movie #fandom #fnaf fandom #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x y/n #mike fnaf #mike schmidt x fem!reader smut #my boyfriend #he is so pretty #look at him #I love him so much #I need him so bad

[mothwingwritings]

E and Y for Chifuyu please!

Anon I want to kiss you directly on the open mouth for this one, I LOVE Chifuyu so let's get it. ▼ω▼

(Also yes, I am the worlds slowest human that takes 5000 years to respond so sorry about that I am still here and still answering I am just a little turtle typer ^^;)

WARNINGS: Yandere, mentions of stalking and hints at future kidnapping, Chifuyu being just a liiitle too invested in you, mentions of suicide if you squint.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

From the get go, they bare their entire heart to you. It’s one of the things that drew you to Chifuyu in the beginning, how open and honest he was with you. You were a little scared of him at first, his status as First Division Vice-Captain in one of the biggest delinquent gangs in Tokyo was off-putting, to say the least. Despite that, Chifuyu was never anything but kind to you. With all the things he would so willingly and eagerly do for you, some people even joked that he was maybe too kind. Chifuyu would go out of his way to take you to and from work/school (he always seemed to know your exact schedule, despite the fact that you don’t remember ever sharing it with him), and he was always conveniently nearby whenever something went awry, ready to step in and save the day. Chifuyu was also inclined to bring you daily little gifts and treats just to see you smile, regardless of the fact that you never asked nor expected anything of the sort from him. It was all a bit much, but it was so endearing when he would offer these things to you that you always found yourself unable to deny him.

He wasted no time in getting to know you, and was quick to share the secrets of himself most people would try and keep hidden away. Not long after meeting him, every tragic, harrowing, fucked up occurrence that had ever happened in Chifuyu’s life had been relayed to you in excruciating detail, his guts spilled through late night conversations and wordy text messages. Hearing all he has suffered through at such a young age is heartbreaking, and it kills you inside when you see the tears wavering in his eyes as he weaves his harrowing tales. It makes you want to embrace him, hold him close and protect him from any harm which may befall him, shield him from any pain the future may hold. He melts into your touch, clinging to you shakily when you wrap him in your arms, desperate for your warmth and affection. His vulnerability only makes you feel that much closer to him, privileged that he trusts you enough to share his weakness with you.

But after some time the initial attachment you felt with him begins to waver. His stories go from heartrending to downright threatening, the focus of them shifting from all the sorrow he has endured to all the harm he has physically inflicted on others (and still can, should the need arise). These dark conversations most often happen after you hang out in a group setting or when you give someone besides him a little too much attention. When it’s the two of you alone he’s always been a very calming presence, but the moment there are others among you he instantly becomes on edge-even if it’s his closest friend surrounding you. It unnerves you, the stark contrast in how he presents himself when it’s the two of you alone enjoying each other’s company, versus when others are around.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Chifuyu is a slow burn kind of guy, so he has the capacity to wait for a very long time before he makes any kind of move. He wants to observe you first, take his time getting to know you and how you operate before he makes his move to claim you.

Though he was quick to become enraptured with you, he doesn’t want to rush anything. He prefers taking his time learning everything he can about you, savoring the time it takes to pick up on all your eccentricities and quirks. Each new caveat he discovers about your personality is like a goldmine, and he takes careful note of each and every thing he learns about you, committing them to memory. Should you find yourself staying the night at his home, he’s already picked up on your favorite body washes/shampoos/perfumes through your scent alone, and has stocked up accordingly. Whatever food or drink you prefer he memorizes so he can surprise you with them later. Your favorite color, animal, book, artist-he knows them all and then some.

Chifuyu is more invested in you than he is with anyone, himself included, and he takes pride in being the one person who knows you better than anyone else does or ever could. He may even know more about you than you do yourself, it certainly feels that way sometimes.

He bides his time as he considers the ideal way to confess his deep, all-encompassing love for you. He wants it all to be perfect. The place, how he presents himself, the timing, it all has to be something that will take your breath away, make you feel for him just as strongly as he feels for you. However achieving perfection takes A LOT of planning and he unfortunately has other obligations he can’t ignore that take his time away from you. As much as it upsets him, he doesn’t have the means to just pluck you off the street and make everything work out for the two of you, so he has to do a lot of juggling of his responsibilities that ends up impeding his progress.

Unlike other yanderes, he actually wants you to stay as ‘you’ as possible for as long as possible, not wanting to upset your way of life more than is necessary. He wants you to be happy and thriving without compromising your normalcy, but even more than that he wants himself and your relationship with him to be your primary focus, the one thing that makes you happier than anything else in the world. He will do everything he can to please you, his ultimate goal being to bring you to the same lovesick state he has been resorted to in your presence. He couldn’t bear the thought of you feeling any other way, nor could he live with someone besides himself making your heart race.

That being said, if someone were to insert themselves between the two of you and monopolize your time, attention, or (god forbid) love, he would need to rethink his whole course of action. Whatever trash has you fooled enough to feel such a way doesn’t deserve to be in your presence, nor do they have the right to have even an ounce of your affection. Chifuyu can’t understand why you are even bothering with them, can’t you see how they’re stringing you along, using you for their own selfish gain? Each time they touch you he wants to scream, every time you laugh at his stupid jokes it makes him want to hurl himself into the sun.

He doesn’t understand why you are doing this to him… Wasn’t his companionship enough? Are you trying to upset him? Chifuyu would never hurt you, never betray you, but if you keep spending time with some other jerk… He won’t be able to live with it. If you don’t love him, if you prefer someone else… he can’t really see much purpose in hanging around. Maybe he should just get it over with and remove himself permanently from the picture, that way you can be with whomever you want and he’ll stop being such a burden to you. That is the power you have over him, to decide his fate on a whim, no matter how misguided that whim may be. He prays that you open your eyes and see how wrong what you are doing is, before he is forced to do something drastic you both regret.

The choice is up to you.

#Much like Chifuyu I am also very slow burn which is why doing anything takes me forever :) #truly thank you for your patience ILU #and ILU for sending me something for CHIFS my boy <3 #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #yandere x reader #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokrev #yandere tokyo revenger x y/n #yandere tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x y/n #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #yandere chifuyu #yandere chifuyu matsuno #yandere fic #yandere alphabet #yandere chifuyu x reader #yandere chifuyu matsuno x reader #mothwingswritings #ty for reading!!!

[ghostchems]

road rage - cardinal copia x female!reader

as copia's assistant, you've found a nonconventional way to keep your boss calm.

author's note: i have been working on this for like a MONTH. a week off and i am truly goin off the rails with fic writing before i start my new job. mdni! enjoy copia bein an angry stinker. 1.7k words. ao3 link.

You are clutching onto your seatbelt as Copia swerves the car, quickly getting over into a different lane. Something had crawled up his butt today. He is grumbling to himself, his long fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, so tight that every time he slightly turned the wheel his leather gloves would squeak.

“Cardinal, the GPS says that’s our exit-“

“I know what I am doing, sorella!” He snaps, shooting an angry look in your direction. You sink back into the passenger seat, resting your hands in your lap.

Cardinal Copia had been a bundle of nerves since taking over the Ghost Project. The pressure and the power was starting to go to his head and there were some days where it was best to just steer clear from him.

Which was very difficult since you have been assigned to be his assistant. The hours were long and more often than not he was stressed over something. It had taken some getting used to but you managed. There were times when he was almost sweet, though. Almost sweet.

Your relationship with him was complicated, to say the very least. And on days like today, you wish it was approprIate for you to tell him to fucking relax but it wasn’t your place. 

There were a few ways that you were able to help him relax without telling him to. It started off as just asking if maybe he would be interested in something like that and to your surprise, he did – he was very interested. The Cardinal kept to himself and didn’t seem to participate in the… extracurriculars that Papas typically did so you were genuinely surprised he said yes.

After a while, he started asking for it himself and then… he would reciprocate. He told you to keep it between the two of you, that it was your little secret, which was fine by you. That’s as far as the two of you had gotten, though. Nothing more than touching.

You snap out of your thoughts as you lurch forward in your seat, with Copia slamming on the breaks. 

“FOTTUTO IDIOTA! Cazzo!” Copia’s fingers are pinched as he continues to curse in Italian at the driver in front of them. You are so close to the Abbey now and if you could just ignore him for the rest of the drive you’ll be able to return to your dorm and cool off for the rest of the night.

Or, Copia in his angry, heightened state, will make you stay with him and work late. Your gaze falls to him, taking in his pointed, frustrated features. His lips were pressed together in a thin line, his brows furrowed and his nose seemed a bit pointier than before. 

Your hand falls to his thigh.

“Sorella, what are you-“ Your fingers slip inside his thigh to brush over his groin and he cuts himself off with a small groan. His grip on the steering wheel loosens and his posture relaxes, leaning back against the seat. 

Your hand works deftly, stroking him through his already tight pants. Copia’s mouth falls open, a low whine spilling from his lips as he shifts even more in his seat. You can’t help but smirk to yourself, feeling a bit powerful with your ability to get him to shut up and relax. His cheeks are red now, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

The remaining ride back to the Abbey was incredibly smooth with no angry outbursts or vaguely Italian hand gestures, and no giving you any attitude. He was putty in your hands, too focused on how good you were making him feel to complain about getting cut off again or being stuck behind an insanely slow driver. 

You make it to the Abbey in record time. Copia parks the car and you continue stroking him, giving him a squeeze through his pants. His legs tremble, a deep growl rumbling up from his chest as he clenches the steering wheel. You brush your hair out of your face and start to lean over the armrest but he stops you. 

“Do you not want me to?” Your brows furrow and a small wave of panic shoots through you. Copia’s eyes narrow as he looks at you, his lips twitching into a sneer. Not a good sign. You pull your hand away from his lap and he catches it.

“Get in the back seat.” His voice is low and his eyes are dark. You swallow thickly, nodding slowly as you undo your seatbelt. The realization dawns on you that he’s parking pretty far away from the typical entrance to the Abbey. “Get in the back seat.” Copia repeats more sternly and you can hear the anger rising in his voice. You get out of the car and carefully shut the door behind you. You think about making a run for it but you know that will just make things worse, even though there were times Copia liked the chase.

You slide into the backseat and smooth out your pants as your heart thuds in your ears. Copia drums his fingers on the steering wheel and eyes you through the rearview mirror. He removes the keys and gets out of the car. His fingers glide across the outside of the car, slowly making his way to your side.

Copia pulls open the door and leans his head down into the car. “Look at me, sorella.” You immediately snap your gaze to him and his gloved hand takes you by the chin. He crashes his mouth against yours, his tongue pushing past your lips. You groan quietly, pleasantly surprised by him. Your hands move to his cheeks, cupping his face as you pull him in closer. 

He uses his free hand to close the door behind him while he pushes you onto your back, settling between your legs. His hands roam your body, up and down your sides before cupping your breasts through your habit. You arch into the touch, huffing softly as you try to grind your hips against him.

“You are so good to me, sorella.” Copia hums against your lips, teeth grazing them ever so slightly. “Always helping me when I get too… eh, tense.” He pinches one of your nipples through your shirt and you give a soft whimper. His head ducks down to your neck, finding a particular spot to suck on hard enough to cause a bruise. “Such a good girl.” He purrs as your hands find his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his coat. “Do you want me, sorella?”

“Y-yes, yes I do, Cardinal.”  You whine while he chuckles against your neck. Copia reaches for your hair and gives it a tug, his teeth scraping along your sensitive skin. He uses his other hand to hike up your habit, fingers playing with the hem of your underwear.

“You’ve wanted me ever since you became my assistant, si?” Copia whispers, bringing his lips up right to your ear. He rips your underwear off and you can’t help but yelp at the feeling. His fingers drag across your already slick folds before bringing his fingers up to his lips, sucking on them with a soft groan. “You taste so delicious.” Your hips snap again, desperately needing some kind of friction. 

He pulls himself off of you, very narrowly avoiding hitting his head on the ceiling of the car. You’re panting already, all of the fear you had been feeling has completely gone and is replaced by how much you need him right now. His words have clouded your mind; you always forgot how good at it he was until it was too late and you were writhing and whining for him.

Copia reaches for his belt and slowly undoes it, pulling it from his pants. He gazes at it once it’s completely off, then turns his attention to you with a smirk. “Your hands, sorella.” Your cheeks flush as you hold out your hands to him and he loops the belt around them tight. “So good for your cardinal.” He hums and presses your bound hands above your head, then unzips his pants.

His cock is already leaking with precum and arousal, the head swollen purple. He lines himself up with your entrance, running the head of his cock through your slickness. You moan and try to press yourself further against him but he grips you by your hips to keep you in place. Copia slides into you slowly, hissing as he bottoms out and grinds his hips forward against you. The way you stretch around him has your back arching and your eyes fluttering open and shut. You’ve fantasized about how he might feel inside of you but it hardly compares to what you’re feeling now.

“Fuck, Cardinal.” You whimper, pressing your hips to his while feeling his cock throb inside you. Copia’s mouth drops open, a low growl rumbling up from his throat as he starts to thrust into you, starting off slow then growing quicker and harder. His one hand rests on your shoulder while the other moves to your throat.

Your eyes widen as he squeezes, a choked moan spilling from your lips as he snaps his hips even harder into you. You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back. Copia sinks even deeper inside of you, growling while you bring your hips up to meet his with every thrust. His pace starts to grow erratic, the fingers around your neck pressing firmly into it as he gazes into your eyes.

A snarl rips from his lips as he jerks recklessly into you, his hips stuttering when he reaches his orgasm. He thrusts shallowly into you and you feel him filling you up with his seed. Your chest thunders, his grip on your throat loosening until he pulls his hand away fully. Copia is staring down at you, lips still parted as he catches his breath.

“Such a good pet. You like being used by me, si?” He whispers, his fingers lightly caressing your cheek. You lean into his touch and nod, all that you can manage now. “Mmm. Good.” Copia smirks and tucks himself back into his pants. He leans over you and releases your hands from his belt, quickly putting it back on. 

“Get yourself together, sorella.” Copia is out of the car before you can even think. “Meet me in my office. Our day is not over yet.” He gives you one last smirk before heading off to the Abbey. You’re left in the car, your habit still hiked up around your waist and his seed spilling out of you onto the seat. 

Typical.

#papa emeritus x reader #cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia #copia

[infernalodie]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 || 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬

“𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯“

Inspo: Kehlani - Change Your Life Kehlani - melt

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: She just wanted to melt into you and give you every ounce of love possible...

Warnings: Just endless fluff.

Words: 1250

Winter was in full swing with the gusts of wind hitting the walls of the house you shared with Dina. Snow falls from the dark afternoon sky and builds along the edge of each window along the sides of the house. The visual of the snowfall with all the lights in Jackson brings calm to your mind as you sat on your couch drinking a cup of cocoa. Dina is out with Jesse, leaving you to enjoy a peaceful Christmas Eve by yourself with the sound of some music you recorded with the help of Joel.

Most days, you managed to enjoy this time by cooking, baking, cleaning, or napping. But you had this gnawing feeling in the back of your mind that you couldn’t scratch. Perhaps it was the excitement you felt for Christmas or that you were going to be given a day off from work tomorrow. Except, this constant annoying feeling came in the form of a tall, beautiful, sexy, auburn-haired girl by the name of Ellie Williams; your girlfriend.

Patrols had been getting a little more demanding since Maria and Tommy wanted people to spend a peaceful Christmas with their families. So, that meant patrol members had to pull extra weight and spend more time out so that when Christmas day came, everyone could celebrate it. You paid your due, but Ellie was on her last shift tonight, yet you didn’t know when she would be back in Jackson. But you guessed that you would be snowed in and forgotten for the night until tomorrow when she would likely steal you from Dina for Christmas. Something you wouldn’t at all mind.

Running a hand through your hair, you snuggled deeper into the couch. Blanket tight around your shoulders as you watched Treasure Planet for the 10th time in 3 months. Toying with the bracelet Ellie had given you for your guys’ one-year anniversary.

A knock at the front door made you flinch. Letting out a short sigh before standing up, keeping the blanket wrapped around you as you jogged to the door. Opening it a crack and peeking out to see the girl you’d been needing for hours.

“Hey, baby,” Ellie greeted, eyes clearly heavy from exhaustion, but lips curving into a smile upon finally seeing you. A large giddy smile cut across your lips as you opened the door wider for her.

“Patrol go alright?” You inquired softly, closing the door behind Ellie, who kicked off her boots with a grunt. Leaving you to snicker in amusement and moving to the coffee table that you began to clean. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Robbie was late to switch out with me, so I was there longer than I should’ve been,” Ellie complained, taking off her jacket. “Then I ran into a few Runners that would not fuck off and then Maria talked my ear off when I got back. So, I am really hoping I can just hold you and not have to be bothered anymore.”

Her honest and endearing answer was accompanied by her crashing on the couch right behind you. Calloused hands grab your hips and turn you to face her. A shiver runs down your spine as you look down at Ellie, who lifted the hem of the old shirt of hers that she gave you, and pressed her lips against your stomach. Letting the fabric fall over her head with her arms wrapped around the back of your thighs, keeping you in place as she absorbed your warmth. Your caramel-toned skin has been the greatest gift given to her over the years of knowing you. You were always there to hold her and how soft you felt compared to her rough hands, you were practically an angel. Just what she needed in this dark hour of what was supposed to be happy.

“Well, you’ll be glad to know that I don’t plan to talk your ear off,” you chuckled, eyes fluttering shut when feeling Ellie kiss along your waistline. “But I am not in the mood for sex either.”

“What?” Ellie asked with a laugh, her voice muffled by her trying to conquer each inch of your body. Lips are hungry for more and more. “I thought you were always wanting sex whenever we’re alone.”

“How do you know we’re alone?” You asked, voice filled with amusement.

“Dina would’ve come out of her room and started complaining about her day,” she stated. “Then I would force you to walk with me back to my place, in the cold of the night, and then we would have enough of a reason to fuck. We could just do that, you know.”

You couldn’t contain the laugh that fluttered from your lips, feeling Ellie carefully stand to her feet. Head sliding further up against your stomach, then your chest. Cheek pressed against one of your tits with a smile on her wet lips.”Have I ever told you that your boobs are great pillows?”

“Yes, many times, babe,” you sighed, stripping your shirt off, and- leaving you in a sports bra. Ellie kissed you softly, hands resting on your hips as she pulled you closer. Pelvis’ pressed together as you took her face between your hands, smiling against her lips. “This does not mean sex, Williams.”

“I know,” she said, parting barely a breath away. “I just missed you. That’s all.”

Soon enough, the both of you had settled on the couch, continuing your viewing of Treasure Planet. Ellie laying her head on your chest, using your two beautiful breasts as fluffy pillows that she was on the brink of passing out from. Yet, she wanted to stay awake and continue to feel the tips of your fingers run up and down her back. The fabric of her shirt bunched around your wrists as you helped lull her to sleep.

She didn’t know how she even got to call you hers. The two of you met four years ago, greeting her and Joel on your first day of scouting. At first, she wanted to tear her ears off from how much you rambled on and on about stuff. But as she got to know more about you, she picked up on your behaviour. The flush of your cheeks whenever she looked in your direction or the incapability to meet her gaze. And in what was genuinely years to realize, she figured out how you felt about her and she finally realized how she felt about you.

But never once did she believe herself to be worthy of you. Although you weren’t brutal like most of the survivors she’d surrounded herself with, you had a heart of gold that you wore on your sleeve. Finding times to smile and be thankful for what you got when all hope seemed lost. You were her guardian angel, her light at the end of her tunnel, the reason for her to live. If she had the choice, she would want to melt into you, both of you becoming one and able to love one another closer than anything possible. Because that was what you deserved and she wanted to give you all the love possible.

There was a long pause of silence with only the sound of Jim Hawkins talking to Morph. But you felt Ellie adjust on your chest, resting her chin in the centre of your chest, giving you a tired but loveable smile as she said, “I wish I could melt into you, baby.”

#ellie williams x black!fem!reader #ellie williams x black!reader #ellie williams x black fem reader #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams imagine #tlou ellie #tlou fanfiction #tlou imagine #the last of us #the last of us imagine #The Last of Us 2 #ellie williams the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x fem!reader #x poc reader #poc reader #ellie williams x black reader #x black!reader #x black!fem!reader

[svngiem-remade]

CRAVING YOU | hjs

🧸 pairing. han jisung + gn!reader

synopsis. work, barely eat, repeat. your boyfriend's routine hasn't been the best lately, and you missed him, so a surprise late-night visit after the end of your shift seemed like an amazing idea to spend some time together.

🌙 wc. 1.6k | au. idol!au; established relationship; fluff; suggestive

How much time had passed since he had properly slept? A week? Two? Maybe more - he couldn't even recall the softness of his bed or the taste of something that wasn't instant ramen or iced americano. He just wanted to abandon all of his duties and go over to your apartment to cuddle with you until late afternoon, but all he could think about were the borderline catastrophic consequences if he actually decided to do that.

First, he had so many college assignments to complete, and he wasn't even halfway finished with them; all he did for the past hours was open a new document, write the title, a couple of keywords and... nothing else - his brain was completely fried, but still, he couldn't take a break. A few days ago he promised Chan to listen to a track he had recently made and fix it, since the older one couldn't pinpoint exactly what he didn't like about it and wanted an outside opinion. Plus, a really important exam was due in a couple of days, and fuck did he not feel ready for it - when he tried quizzing himself he just stuttered and trembled nervously, everything he studied flying out his open window.

If all this didn't already feel heavy enough on his shoulders, he also hated how much he had been neglecting you lately, who had been nothing but understanding with him. You were just too sweet for your own good and he almost felt like crying whenever you sent him selfies, updates on what you were doing that day and encouraging messages every few hours. He craved your presence so much, it hurt him physically.

He sighed and shook his head, realising he had been wasting too much time overthinking. He gazed at the little clock on his laptop's display, which signed 4.26 am, and immediately got back to work, deciding to switch to fixing Chan's track - just thinking about going back to his assignments made him want to throw up. He plugged his headphones into his laptop and started playing the song, which surprisingly had very relaxing and soft tunes. Shit, this isn't good. He already felt his eyelids getting heavier, no matter how many sips of coffee he had drank or how many times he had rubbed his eyes, and without even realising, he fell asleep on his chair.

With that, the tapping sound on the keyboard was replaced by quiet snores, and the faint relaxing music kept playing on repeat in his ears, which prevented him from hearing his vibrating phone on the desk showing his incoming messages.

[5.02am] — hey baby, would you mind opening the door? I'm freezing here [5.05am] — u there? [5.06am] — I really hope ur sleeping rn and not blatantly ignoring me. Sorry in advance for taking ur spare key. See u soon ;^

You quietly opened the door and stepped into the dark living room, almost tripping over one of the boys' shoes while trying to get yours off. After calling them all the names you could think of mentally, you finally walked towards your boyfriend's room, pouting when you noticed the light was on from the bottom of the door. Is he up again at this time? He's so getting yelled at tomorrow.

“Baby?” you whispered while opening the door as slowly as possible, taking a peek inside and almost melting when you noticed a sound asleep Jisung on his leather chair looking extremely fluffy, cuddly and adorable.

Tip-toeing inside his room and closing the door behind you, you took out your phone and sneakily snapped a picture of him, deciding to set it as your background later. You smiled and set the food you made for him on his desk, admiring his relaxed and peaceful expression, before deciding to wake him up - it mustn't have been comfortable sleeping in that position, most likely with an empty stomach, you thought.

You started pecking him softly all over his face - first his fluffy cheeks, then trailing up to his nose and forehead while taking his headphones off and stopping the music, “Ji? Love? Come on, wake up. I brought you homemade food.” you murmured when he wouldn't budge. You frowned and stood up straight again, running your fingers through his blond hair mindlessly while thinking of a way to wake him up.

You grinned and turned to the containers full of kimchi jjigae and bulgogi which were still hot, and opened them to let their delicious scent reach him - and it, unsurprisingly, started to wake him up. He stirred and stretched before opening his eyes fully, looking around confused until he saw you hovering over him, which made him widen his eyes. You saw him pucker his bottom lip as if he was going to cry at any moment, sliding even closer to you with his chair and hugging your torso tightly. “I'd get up to hug you properly, but 'm too tired to do that, 'm sorry.” he groggily mumbled against your tummy, pecking it all over.

Giggling at his cuteness and the ticklish sensation, you ran a hand on his cold bicep and the other over his cheek “Doesn't matter baby. I missed you so much. Just seeing you is enough for me.” you said, looking at him when you felt him staring up at you.

His eyes were teary as his hands pulled you even closer, making you stand in between his open legs, “I missed you much much more, but aren't you mad at me? I'm so sorry for negl-” he started saying, but you immediately stopped him.

“I'm only mad at you because you haven't been sleeping or eating properly, Ji. I know what you have to do is important.” you stated, stroking his cheeks and hair gently. “How about we catch up while you eat something? I made all this for you and I'm afraid it'll get cold if you don't dig in soon.” you suggested when you noticed his gaze was still unconvinced, though fortunately he smiled widely and happily took up on your offer.

Sitting next to each other on his bed, you stared at him as he stuffed his cheeks with the food you made, feeling extremely happy since it seemed like he was enjoying it “Is it any good, baby?” you asked, and he turned to look at you with the most offended face you'd ever seen him wear.

“Are you kidding me, jagiya? This is amazing! You know I love your cooking as much as you.” he sang, making you chuckle.

“Maybe more, since you woke up immediately when you sniffed it with your cute little nose, but you wouldn't budge when I tried to wake you up with my kisses.” you teased, feeling kind of sad at your failed romantic awakening attempt. He pouted and put the almost empty container on his nightstand while gulping down whatever he was munching, shifting closer to you and kissing your temple lovingly as an apology.

You felt your cheeks warm up at his sweet gesture, though you brought your knees in front of you to ball yourself up and rested your head on them with your head turned towards Jisung, who was staring at you, “Go kiss that bulgogi, you seem to like it more than me anyways.” you joked.

He furrowed his brows and scoffed “That's not trueeee, stop itttt.” he whined, lightly pushing you.

“It is though.” you grinned as he rolled his eyes.

“No, it's not.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“NoOooOoOo.” he kept whining, and you giggled, not realising he was now hovering over you.

“Y-.” before you could finish, he pressed his lips against yours, successfully shutting you up, his warm and skilful lips making you forget about what you were talking about. Jisung moved his hands to the back of your head, gripping your hair gently while you stretched out your legs to get more comfortable, stroking his cheeks and waist in the meantime.

He swept his tongue on your bottom lip slowly, as if wanting to taste you after all that time spent apart, before finally pushing it between your parted lips, causing you both to moan. No matter how many times you had already kissed, made out or made love, it was never enough - the more you did it, the more you craved one another.

You let out a needy whine when he pressed his weight on top of you, which ignited the fire inside of him even more, as he slid a hand under your sweater to touch the body he'd been longing for for weeks, ecstasy clouding his mind. In between the kisses that were getting sloppier and messier by the minute, you mumbled your worries, “Mmh, baby, you need to sleep, you're exhausted.” but he couldn't care less - he needed to feel you close.

He scowled and pulled you closer, moving from your lips to your neck to start working on painting the blank canvas with his loads of love bites, “Don't wanna.”

Moaning when he started suckling on your sweet spot and running his big hands over your sensitive body parts, your will to actually make him stop and go to sleep started quickly drifting away “I'm not here to tire you out even more. Plus, what if you fall asleep in the middle of it?” you breathlessly said while he removed your sweater.

He playfully bit your now easily accessible collarbones before leaning slightly back and looking you deeply in the eyes, adoration mixed with mischief and lust pouring out of them “Mh, I promise you I won't, baby.” he winked and dipped his head down to continue his mission to make the both of you feel good to make up for lost time.

Maybe he really did love you more than bulgogi, after all.

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[boldlyvoid]

1 with Steve on the obscure friends to lovers list

1) We’re having a movie night, just like we’ve always done. Your thigh is touching mine, and my thoughts won’t stop wandering. 

Warnings: friends to lovers, flirting, first kisses, love confessions

word count: 1.4k

“Movie night?” Robin knows all too well when Steve starts ringing out movies for himself at the end of the shift. 

He nods, “it is Thursday after all.” 

“What do you have this week?” She takes his pile off the desk and flicks through them. “rom-coms… these two have sex scenes in them and this is friends to lovers. Stephen Harrington, what are you insinuating here?” 

He blushes a deep red. “What?” 

“I mean, I know you’re madly in love with her, but I didn’t think you were a man of subtlety?” She teases. “Just tell her…” 

“I’m still trying to tell if she even likes me,” he admits. “That’s why I picked these… with what she’s been doing lately I think it could spark a conversation or something.” 

“What’s she been doing?” Robin leans in, loving the gossip that she got from his insane crush on his childhood friend. 

“She has a shower before I come over and she shaves her legs and wears shorts and she’s always like ‘feel how smooth I am’ and she sits so close to me so our legs touch and— and I like to rub her leg cause they are so soft and she doesn’t mind,” he explains. 

“She’s trying to get you to fuck her you idiot,” she laughs. “Oh my god, the smooth leg trick is the oldest in the book. It’s almost as old as you pretending not to be interested in her to drive her crazy. Just kiss her already.” 

“I thought so but I didn’t want to assume,” he panics. “God, the worst fucking thing I could do is be a whore with my best friend and lose her forever.” 

She clears her throat, “um, what am I?” 

“Will you accept sister?” 

She pretends to sigh, “I guess… but I better be best man at the wedding.” 

“If you lock up tonight you can be?” He raises a brow in the hopes she’ll take him up on it. 

“Only cause Nancy’s driving me home,” she agrees. “Go be with your girl, I want all the details tomorrow!” 

“You got it!” He grabs his VHS cases and hops over the counter on his way to the staff room for his coat and keys. “I’ll see you later!” 

He hears her call back something about wrapping it before he taps it but ignores her, he throws the tapes into his passenger seat and takes off quickly. 

He arrives just a few minutes early, which is fine. He doesn’t need to knock, he just kicks his shoes off and says hello to her parents in the living room like he did every week. They loved seeing him, hell, they’ve watched him grow up and he was now an honorary member of their household. Before he heads down to her room, he knocks on the basement door and calls down to insure she was decent. 

“You can come down!” She calls back. 

She has one leg hiked up on the bed as she rubs cream into her skin, her hair in a towel and a huge baggy shirt draped over her. “Hey, you’re early?” 

“Robin closed for me,” he tries to say even though he feels like he’s out of breath. “You smell good?” 

“Thanks,” she smiles, reaching out her hands so he can smell her new cream. “I got it at bath and body works the other day, you like it?” 

He loves it, “it smells so fresh and homey.” And very you.

“Thanks,” she looks so happy with her choice. “Whatcha got there?” 

“Our choices for tonight,” he holds up the movies. “You get the snacks?” 

She nods, “Of course, and I’m here too,” she teases. 

“Noted,” he smirks back, not stonewalling her from his emotions, per Robins advice. “But uh, I’ve got when harry met sally, dirty dancing and can’t buy me love.” 

“Oh my god,” she lights right up. “I think Patrick Dempsey is so cute, we have to watch that one.” 

“Okay,” he feels a little twinge of jealousy but it’s also fun seeing her get flustered by cute men on screen. 

So they get cozy, they open their snacks and cuddle up in her bed with the tiny tv on her dresser playing the tape just loud enough for them to hear over their chewing. 

“You know, he’s so cute and sweet I don’t get why it took her so long to see he’s perfect for her,” she commentates on the movie. “Like, what normal boy would work all summer cutting lawns trying to save up for a telescope and help some girl who’s mean to him most of the time? He’s a sweetheart.” 

“You want me to buy you a suede outfit?” Steve suggests on a leap of faith, “or a telescope, I don’t care.” 

“It’s not about buying something for another person, it’s the fact that he saw she needed someone on her side and helped,” she explains. “It’s a dickhead move to use her to be popular but I understand why he wouldn’t expect anything more from her, she’s never been nice to him.” 

“Was I that bad in high school?” He asks, earnestly. Brushing his leg against hers, she was so much softer than the suede outfit on the screen everyone raves about. “Is that why you won’t tell me if you like me back or not?” 

“Back?” Her eyes grow impossibly large. “Steve… since fucking when?” 

“Always?!”  

She laughs, “no, you’re always with other girls how the fuck was I supposed to clue in that you liked me?” 

“You never said you wanted me so I had to find love somewhere,” he admits. Confusing closeness with love. Using sex for intimacy. He thought about her with every girl and always felt bad. “How was I supposed to know you wanted me?” 

“I’ve been trying since grade 7, Steve!” She finally lets it out. “You’ve had girlfriend after girlfriend our whole friendship, at what point was I supposed to slip in oh by the way I’m in love with you, pick me please?” 

“I’m dumb,” he whispers, reminding her with a stupid smile on his face. “I’m like the biggest idiot, you have to smack me in the head to get something through it, I literally had no fucking clue you liked me, you treat me so differently from the girls I’m with?”

“Cause I love you, they like your reputation,” she explains. “I treat you like Steve and they treat you like a dollar store whore.” 

“Hey, I’m worth at least 5 bucks,” he teases to deflect. “I still wish you told me.” 

“I’ve been trying,” she admits. “You’ve been single longer than normal and I thought maybe if I slipped in some hints that you’d start crushing on me or something, I know it sounds stupid.” 

“No, no, cause it worked. I had no idea you even wanted me to touch you until you started doing the soft leg thing.” 

She smirks and rests her leg over his, “I am soft.” 

He runs his hands from her ankle up to the hem of her shorts, “the softest.” 

“You’re pretty soft too,” she whispers, wrapping her arm under his and resting her head against his shoulder. 

He spends a good 15 minutes feeling her up as she snuggles into his neck, kissing his skin softly as they bask in each other's touch. It’s so innocent and soft, she eventually straddles his hips and wraps herself around him like a koala.  

With her face still in the crook of his neck, he can feel her open her mouth to talk a few times but she keeps losing the battle to herself. He kisses the top of her head and rubs her back, quietly letting her know it’s okay. And then she says it. 

“I love you, Steve.” 

He takes her face in his hands so that he can look into her eyes when he says it, finally.

“I love you, so much.” 

She lunges for his lips, kissing him so deeply the wind is knocked from him once again. Holding each other's faces in place the kiss quickly becomes a hungry make session full of years and years of tension that continues to build inside of them. They weren’t going to be satisfied with just a few kisses and him leaving later… she wanted all of him, and he couldn’t wait to give it to her. 

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[sisterspooky1013]

Gaslight, Chapter 13/48

Rated X | Read it here on AO3

He knocks again, then stands back to wait. What the hell are they doing in there? he wonders, shifting the six pack of beer he brought to the other arm. Poker night is every Thursday—it’s not like they aren’t expecting him. 

The night is cool and crisp, the clear indigo sky speckled with pinpricks of starlight. Trillions of miles traveled across the universe over thousands of years, just to be overpowered by skyscrapers and streetlights and the haze of the industrial revolution. He tips his face up and locates the Big Dipper, the North Star, Cassiopeia. It makes him at once feel insignificant—a speck on a rock in a pile in a quarry—and extraordinary. How many events throughout the history of time had to happen in precisely the way they did in order to bring him to this moment? It feels like destiny, which is both a comfort and a burden. 

Finally, the door pops open and he’s greeted by a tall blond man with thick glasses. 

“The party has arrived!” the man says jovially, standing aside to allow him entry. “Jeff’s here!” he hollers, and voices of the other two call out greetings from a nearby room. 

“I’ve been standing out there for ten minutes,” Jeff chides gently. “I thought you’d kicked me out of the coven.”

They enter a small dining room with a circular table surrounded by four chairs, two of them occupied.

“We were out back smoking a cigar,” the blond man explains as he takes his seat. “Cuban, the real deal.”

“And you didn’t wait for me?” Jeff asks, exaggerating his level of offense as he sits in the remaining chair. 

“Come on, man, we know Diana would have your balls if she smelled cigar smoke on you,” one of the other men says. He’s older than the other two, with wiry salt and pepper hair. 

“You’re not wrong,” Jeff agrees, cracking open a bottle of beer. “Let’s get this show on the road; who’s dealing?”

The third man, mahogany-skinned and handsome, shuffles the cards artfully, making a show of bridges and cascades as he smirks to himself. 

“Mike thinks he’s hot shit with his little card tricks,” the blond man says bitingly. “Just deal the things already, Mike. Jeff has a curfew.”

“Fuck off, Simon,” Mike shoots back. “I’m perfecting my craft.”

“Women are attracted to money, not junior high magic tricks,” Simon says, nudging the third man with his elbow. 

“I like magic tricks,” the third man comments self-consciously, and the other three laugh. 

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me,” Mike says, shaking his head. “You always gotta be the weird one, don’t you, Frank?”

“Yeah, well, you won’t be laughing when I clean house,” Frank grumbles, and Mike finally deals out the deck. 

Frank does, in fact, clean house. They don’t play with real money, just chips, but that doesn’t hamper each man’s desire to win, nor his disappointment when Frank scoops up the lion’s share of the pile and begins stacking them enthusiastically. 

Simon checks his watch, then sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “I gotta head out in a half hour or so,” he says. “Marcy didn’t want me to stay too late.”

“Well, I guess Jeff isn’t the only one with a curfew,” Mike teases, and Simon shakes his head with a smile. 

“It’s not that, it’s just hard for her to get up with the baby at night right now, so I’ve been taking all that on.”

“Is she okay?” Jeff asks, his mind immediately going to the kinds of things that can cost you a sister. 

“Yeah, she’s fine, just tired. She’s, uh—she’s pregnant again, actually,” Simon offers, and all the eyebrows at the table shoot up to their hairlines. 

“No shit,” Frank says carefully. “Is that good news or bad news?”

“Surprising news,” Simon says. “But ultimately good. We didn’t really plan to have two this close together, but I guess fate had other ideas.”

“Congratulations,” Jeff offers, extending his hand. “That’s great.”

“Can’t say I miss those days,” Frank remarks, still stacking his chips. “Up at 3:00 am trying to get a baby back to sleep when you have to be up for work at 6:00? No thank you. I’m glad mine are all grown.”

“Thanks, Frank, that’s really kind of you to say,” Simon says, rolling his eyes. 

“I always miss my kids when they’re at Jenny’s,” Mike says sadly. “Being a dad is the best thing I’ve ever done.”

“Hey now, I love my kids,” Frank defends. “I’m just saying, waking up in the middle of the night fucking sucks.”

Jeff watches the exchange, unable to take part. He can relate to overbearing spouses and the perils of the working world, but he has nothing to offer on the subject of fatherhood. 

“I actually need to head out too,” he says as he stands and retrieves what remains of his beer. “Wouldn’t want anything unfortunate to happen to my balls.”

“Send our best to the warden,” Frank quips, earning him a warning look. 

He leaves them, a peel of laughter fading as he pulls the door closed behind himself and makes his way to his car. 

It does bother him a little, the way they talk about Diana. At the same time, what they say about her isn’t untrue. She is a little bit controlling, but not without due cause. He’s made mistakes in the past, ones he can never fully set right, and ones that justify Diana’s desire to know where he is and with whom. He promised her that he would do whatever it takes to make it up to her, and that has included checking in regularly and being home by midnight. Of course, his friends don’t know that, because he’s never told them. He’s too ashamed. So he accepts their cheap shots at his wife, and then drives home to her so he can prove again and again that she is the only one he wants to come home to. 

He slinks into the house quietly, shushing Frenchie’s barks as he enters through the laundry room. He walks towards the back of the house to let her outside, and is startled by Diana’s voice as he passes through the kitchen. 

“You’re late.”

He jumps a little, bringing his hand to his chest as he pulls the sliding glass door open and Frenchie slips out. 

“Jesus, you scared me,” he admits, though that was fairly obvious by his reaction. 

Diana is perched at the kitchen island wearing a silk nightgown, a glass of water on the counter before her. He looks at the time on the microwave display and then back to her pinched expression. 

“By four minutes, Diana,” he defends, indignant. 

She pulls in a deep breath, straightening her posture. 

“Where were you?” she asks. 

“At Frank’s, for poker night. Same as every Thursday. There was an accident on the turnpike,” he tells her, and his gut twists at the disbelieving look on her face. He steps closer, laying his hand over the top of hers on the countertop. “Diana—”

She pulls her hand out from under his and stands, walking to the sliding glass door to let Frenchie back in. 

“I believe you, Jeff. But call next time, okay?” she says tersely, and he nods. 

He lies awake in bed, and by Diana’s breathing, he can tell she is awake too. He feels guilty, but also angry that he feels guilty when he didn’t do anything wrong. He knows that he deserves this, knows he’s lying in a bed of his own making, but he still hates knowing that it will never go away. Six years later and she’s still watching him like a hawk. He thought it would get better over time, but it hasn’t. 

And then there’s Simon and his new baby. He was surprised by the pang of jealousy that lit up in his chest upon hearing the news, a sensation he’s never experienced before. He’s always considered he and Diana to be childfree by choice, but looking back, he doesn’t really recall weighing in on that decision. Diana never wanted to be a mother, and he wanted to be with Diana, and so it was simply part of the deal. Now, at nearly 39 years old, he suddenly wonders if being a father would suit him.

“Did you always know that you didn’t want children?” he asks out loud, and Diana’s breathing pauses briefly. 

“Where did that come from?” she questions.

“Marcy is pregnant again, and I was just thinking—”

A blustering sigh. 

“Jeff, are we really going to do this right now?” she asks, annoyed. 

“Do what?” he counters, equally irritated by her dismissiveness. 

Diana rolls to her side to face him, propping her head up on a fist. 

“Can you really see yourself giving up poker night, and sleeping in, and playing basketball on the weekend?” she asks, her tone shifting to something lighter. 

“I mean…I don’t think I’d have to give up all those things. Not forever, anyway,” he says. 

“Imagine walking into the office to find your rare book collection in tatters on the floor, covered in drool,” she teases, and he smiles. 

“That would be less than ideal,” he agrees. 

“Imagine having to stay quiet when we make love,” she continues, sliding her hand across his belly. 

“I’m not even sure that’s possible,” he says, now grinning. 

She hitches her leg up over his hip, straddling him, then peels the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders, revealing her breasts. 

“These are, and always will be, exclusively for you,” she says in a syrupy voice, then leans forward and brushes her lips over his. “Help me fall asleep, Jeff,” she whispers. 

Her nightgown finds its way to the floor, as do his boxers. She sits astride him, grinding with her eyes locked on his. She’s possessive, maybe a little desperate, though he’s not sure why. 

“That’s it,” she encourages him, her hands planted on his chest. Her eyes slide closed, her mouth falling open. “Yes, Fox,” she murmurs. 

When she collapses against his chest he rubs wide circles over her back, and his mind instantly returns to its wandering state. 

“What did you say about a fox?” he asks, and she stiffens. 

“What?” she asks breathlessly, her face tucked against his neck. 

“You said something about a fox, during—”

“I’m relatively certain I said ‘fuck.’ Sorry to offend your delicate senses,” she says somewhat defensively, rolling off of him. 

He turns toward her, laying a reassuring hand on her bare hip. 

“I’m not offended, Diana, I was just wondering—”

“Goodnight, Jeff. I have work in the morning, I need to get to sleep, if you don’t mind,” she says in a clipped tone. 

“Okay,” he acquiesces. “Goodnight.”

He waits for her to turn her face towards his so he can kiss her goodnight, but she keeps her back to him. He presses his lips to the curve of her shoulder, lingering there as a confusing mix of emotions swirl around in his chest. 

The life he has. The life he sometimes thinks he might want. The discrepancy between the two. He wonders why now, all of a sudden, he’s peeking over the fence at possibly greener grasses. Why the life he’s been content with for years suddenly doesn’t feel like enough. 

The rush of the waves fills his ears, calming him. A gull calls out, its shriek carried away on the wind as his toes sink into the sun-warm sand. He spies a child further down the shore, a boy with dirty blond hair building something with a shovel and a bucket. There is a feeling of recognition, a sense of knowing, though he cannot recall the child’s name, nor their relationship to one another. 

A strong wave pushes up beyond the waterline, sweeping across the child’s half-finished project and washing it into an indecipherable mound. The child’s shoulders slump, defeated, so he approaches and calls out to him.

“Oh, hey, buddy. That’s okay, you can build it again.”

He kneels down beside the boy and touches the child’s cheek, brushing an errant grain of sand from his downy skin. There’s something in the child’s eyes, something familiar that makes him feel a swell of affection and protectiveness. 

“Just start again,” he tells the child, reassuringly. 

He jolts awake, his heart racing. Frenchie stands from her bed on the floor, alerted by his sudden movement, and watches him for an indication of what’s next. 

“It’s okay, Frenchie,” he murmurs, rubbing his hands over his face. 

The night is still in full swing, only inky darkness peeking in around the blinds. He looks over at Diana’s sleeping form, her back still turned to him and her breathing even. It feels like only minutes have passed since he fell asleep. 

Wired from adrenaline, he stares at the ceiling and waits for the potential of sleep to return to him. His dream has mostly faded, and he grasps at snippets. The beach, he remembers the beach. 

Just start again.

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[slytherinshua]

YOUR DISTRACTING KISS

genre. fluff. warnings. a little profanity and a lot of kissing. hwiyoung flirting SKDJS HELP. ME. i don't think it's suggestive at all, but...? pairing. hwiyoung x fem!reader. wc. 948. request. no. a/n. ITS INSANE HOW DELUSIONAL I AM FOR THIS MAN LIKE IT DOESNT EVEN MAKE SENSE HOLY SHIT IM SO DOWN BAD IM SCREAMING EVERY DAY BCUZ HES SO SKDFJHSKD(@#*$(???????

You loved watching your boyfriend write songs. He liked to do things the nostalgic way— spending his time in an old car garage with a crappy sound system set up, an electric guitar and bass at his disposal. He wrote down lyrics in a little notebook. He said he got more inspiration for the song when he wasn’t staring at a computer. 

Youngkyun had already been writing for an hour before you arrived with coffee for him. Your heart raced whenever you stepped into the garage, sliding down the metal garage door after you stepped in. You had made a lot of memories with your boyfriend in this old garage. You had even spent some dates here, and participated in more than a few makeout sessions.

Youngkyun looked as stunning as always, but what you would never get tired of looking at was his long hair and bare face. There was no arguing that the mullet style suited him the most, and it drove you absolutely crazy to think about. Along with his rings, oversized t-shirt and 4 or so loose-chained bracelets on his left hand, he looked like a proper rockstar boyfriend. You slid the iced americano over to him, flashing him a smile which he mirrored.

“Thank you, baby.” He muttered, focusing back on the lyrics he was jotting down, taking a short break to sip the coffee. You sat next to him, watching him work for a few minutes before taking out your phone. You heard a frustrated groan after a while and looked up.

“Need a break from this— ‘fucking frustrating.” He mumbled, tossing the notebook onto the table. He looked over to you, grabbing your wrist to pull you over until you were sitting on his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing some strands of his pretty hair behind his hair.

“You’ll get it eventually. You always do.” You reassured. Your hand lingered on his face, feeling his soft skin beneath your fingers. You traced his cheekbone and he sighed, closing his eyes under your touch.

“Just want a distraction for now.” He told you, leaning his head back to rest on the top of the couch. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and back down as he gulped.

“Pretty.” You whispered to yourself— ever enamoured by your pretty boyfriend and his attractive features; one of the most attractive being his neck.

His lips lifted at your comment, and he opened his eyes again to look at you, “I was the one who wanted a distraction, not the other way around.” He reminded you, teasingly smirking at the way you quickly brought your eyes back up to his face from where they had previously been focused.

“We’re both a distraction to each other. I have a shift in an hour…” You trailed off.

“And?”

“And it takes 45 minutes to get there from here.” You completed.

Youngkyun laughed, “Then I have 15 more minutes to be distracted by you.” He pulled your face down to meet his, starting to kiss you slowly. He had always been a passionate kisser, sincerity and warmth shown to you every time his lips touched yours.

“Guess I’m going to be late… Again.” You breathed in between kisses. Not spending too much time talking before finding Youngkyun’s lips again— they were too addictive not to want to keep kissing. His lips always tasted like the orange lip balm he used.

“Is that a problem?” He questioned, pulling your waist closer to him. You shook your head immediately, both of you giggling at the situation. Your boyfriend sighed as you slipped your hands into his hair, the gentle movements of your fingers folding through his locks massaged the tension from his head, relaxing him further.

He kissed your lips again, always soft and gentle with you despite his evident frustration with his work. He had been shown enough many times in the past that letting out his pent up frustration through gentler actions worked the best. He just needed relaxation and attention, and you were more than happy to provide both.

He wished he could have your lips on him all day, especially when you shifted yourself to be able to kiss his neck. Your plush lips pressed short kisses to the side expanse of his neck, slowly travelling towards his Adam’s apple. Once you pressed another gentle kiss to it, you pulled your head back up, untangling yourself from your boyfriend and finally standing up. You glanced at the time on your phone and let out a laugh, slightly short of breath from all the kissing.

“10 minutes late already. Not too bad.” You grinned at Youngkyun and he scoffed. He held your hand back, stalling a little longer until you had to leave.

He gave it a gentle, loving squeeze, “Thanks for the distraction. Can I take you out for dinner after work?” He offered, staring at you with such an adoring gaze. He was so in love with you it felt like he was going crazy.

“I’ll make sure I look pretty for you, then.” You responded with a smile, “Gotta match up to you somehow.”

He frowned, “You already look absolutely gorgeous, angel. Don’t look too pretty. I’ll get a heart attack.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You assured him, grabbing your bag and heading towards the garage door, “Love you!”

He smiled as he watched you leave, calling out that he loved you too before you shut the door behind you. He picked up his notebook again, fiddling with the pen before starting to scribble words down. Thanks to your little distraction, he had found the perfect lyrics to finish the song.

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[enhaheeseung]

Happy birthday anniversary

💍Pairing: heeseung x fem reader!💍

Warnings: fluff, break up, angst, cheating, cursing, crying, mentions of sex.

Note: I am so sorry this took so long to post. I really hope no one was waiting on it :(

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"Why were you out so late again?" Your dearest Boyfriend of two years said to you after you got in bed next to him.

It was two in the morning.

"I was just at the mall. Why do you ask?" He sighed.

"It's nothing. Just forget about it." He turned on his side, shutting off the night lamp.

You wrapped your arm around his waist, trying to cuddle next to him like you always did.

He grabbed your hand, moving it away from his waist.

"What's wrong, hee? No cuddles?" He always loved when you cuddled him, so you had no clue why he was rejecting you.

"I'm just hot." He replies in a dry tone. The temperature was the same as it always was.

Maybe you were exaggerating a bit, but you'd be lying if you said that your heart didn't hurt.

"Okay, goodnight, hee. I love you."

"Mhm." He replied.

Before you started to worry, you figured he was just tired. So you left him be, turning in the opposite direction of him, shutting off your nightlight.

It was four in the morning, and heeseung was still wide awake.

He turned around to look at you making sure you were asleep.

He got up from under the covers, walking over to your side of your bed.

He grabbed your phone, leafing through your recent contacts and messages. He noticed how much you were smiling at your phone lately and assumed you must have been talking to someone.

Neither of you had locks on your phones cause you both trusted each other.

Well, that was until you came home hours past your usual bedtime. Every night for the past month, which made him extremely paranoid and lonely.

At first, he didn't question it, but as time went on, he just couldn't help but think you were seeing someone else.

Why else would you come home from the "mall" empty-handed?

And more importantly, what fucking mall stays open that late?

And even more importantly, every day?

He figured you were lying. You had to be. And he had to find out why.

He continued scrolling through your phone until You started to stir in your sleep.

Before he could snoop any further, you had woken up.

"Hee? Where are you? Come back to bed, baby." you said with your tired voice, eyes still closed.

He quickly shut off your phone and went back to bed.

He wondered how you thought he would be stupid enough not to notice that you were clearly lying.

After seeing those messages, he decided if you came home late one more time, he would have to confront you about it.

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"Baby, I'm going out," you shouted from the living room.

He made an appearance, watching you getting ready to open the door.

"Again? Where are you off to now?" He said, a bit annoyed, you hadn't been spending any time with him lately, and he missed you.

A lot.

He recently bought a new game and wanted you to play it with him, but you were already gone before he even woke up.

Sometimes he'd even stay up late and wait for you to get back so you could both have dinner together, but you never showed, leaving him to eat by himself, and after a hard day's work, all he wanted is for you to cuddle him while you asked him about his day.

"Out." You answered simply, not wanting to spoil anything, you had a big mouth, and you weren't good at keeping secrets.

"Just out? Out where?"

"Just to the store" your palms started to sweat, and you shifted your eyes suspiciously.

"What time are you coming back home?"

You really had no idea. You were working on a huge surprise for his birthday, which also happened to be your guy's anniversary as well.

Flashback

You both met at a small convenience store he worked at.

You were struggling to reach the top shelf for an item when you felt someone come up behind you, and then you saw a large hand grabbing the said item for you.

You turned around to meet his eyes, and it was right then and there that you had fallen in love, call it cliche, but it was literally love at first sight.

The charming smile he gave you as you thanked him was something you knew you needed in your daily life.

So what did you do?

You went back.

Even though the drive was nearly an hour away…

It started out with a small conversation. About things you both had in common, Then you began giving him compliments, trying not so subtly to hint at the fact you liked him.

He seemed to reciprocate your advances, sneaking a few candy bars in your bags at the checkout, and soon he offered to pay for your groceries. It was his way of showing that he was interested as well.

Not long after that, he shyly asked if you wanted to stay for his lunch break, and after that, you visited him at his job and had lunch with him every single day.

The only problem was that it went on for months and months and many more grueling months.

You both knew you had feelings for one another. But neither of you knew how to say it.

You definitely knew he was too shy to make the first move.

So you decided to make it for him and yourself.

"So," you started out, picking at your fingers nervously. "We've known each other for 10 months."

"Yup," He nodded his head for you to continue.

"And we've been friends for 8 months," you gulped.

You had no idea where you were ever going to get the courage to ask him, But it felt like if it wasn't now, it would be never.

"Umm, yeah, where are you going with this exactly?" He chuckled nervously in front of you before taking a bite of his ramen. You both sat at the very convenience store where you first met.

"I don't know how to say this, but I'm just gonna say it."

His heart started pounding, and his stomach dropped.

His mind went to the worst-case scenario.

What if she doesn't want to be my friend anymore?

What if she's bored of me?

What if she- his thoughts were cut off by your next words.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" You quickly rushed out, heat rising to your cheeks. It wasn't the most romantic way to ask someone out, but he wasn't into all the fancy stuff.

"O-oh," He took a sharp exhale, raising his eyebrows slightly. Trying to process everything you just said. He was definitely not thinking you'd say anything like that.

You felt like your heart was going to explode from how fast it was beating.

You wanted to bury yourself alive. Each second that passed felt like an eternity.

If you had one wish, it would be to go back just a few minutes before you confessed to the very handsome boy sitting in front of you.

Maybe you spoke or thought rather too soon.

Cause just seconds later. He had the biggest smile on his face. His ears tinted a light shade of pink while he answered with the exact words you wanted to hear.

"I would love to be your boyfriend." He held your hand across the table. "I think this is the best birthday present I've ever gotten."

And from then on, the rest was history. You loved him so much you didn't know what to do. But you knew one thing, is that no matter what, you'd always do your best to show him just how much you loved him cause sometimes words are just simply not enough.

So you found yourself doing the most extravagant yet simplistic thing for his birthday and your guy's anniversary.

He had quit his job not long after you both got together.

He planned on moving in with you, and unfortunately, the convenience store wasn't so convenient anymore. It was at least a forty-five-minute drive away from your apartment.

He was sad to leave cause all the team members were like his family, and to an extent, they watched him grow up, but he knew he'd have to leave it behind sooner or later, so he closed that chapter of his life and started a new one with you where he knew he'd be even happier.

Everyone at the small corner store, including his manager, knew just how much you loved each other they watched you two go from strangers to friends to lovers.

Sometimes his manager gave him extra time on his breaks just so he could stay with you longer, and all the employees agreed you were the cutest couple ever.

They mentioned something along the lines of it being one of the greatest things they would ever witness. That's just how in love you both were with each other.

You were so in love that not only could everyone see it, they could feel it too.

You had contacted his manager, who was also the convenience store owner, not too long ago.

You asked if he could have the store closed on heeseung's birthday. You told him that you planned on having a special night and wanted it to be where you both met and had your first date together.

He happily agreed, and from then on, you met up with him to plan the event.

You remember the first date like yesterday.

Heeseung wanted to take you somewhere special for the first date, but he was busy with work and school, so he nervously asked if you would go on a date with him at lunch.

You being helplessly in love with him, Agreed instantly.

Was it the most expensive fancy restaurant in town?

Nope, it was the complete opposite.

But,

It was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you.

He set up the table where you both had lunch with a few white scentless candles cause that's all the store had. He picked out a single rose and put it inside of a half-empty water bottle with the wrapper torn off and a towel as a tablecloth.

He made the first meal you ever had together. Instant ramen.

"I know it's not much, but it's the best I could do" he sat across from you, his cheek resting in his palm, while he stared at you with that same smile as when you first asked him to be your Boyfriend.

You reached for his hand across the table. Returning his smile with tears welling in your eyes.

"Your best will always be the most to me." you rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb.

It was one of the greatest nights of your life, aside from your first meeting with him.

So, you wanted to replicate that night for his birthday and anniversary.

You were going out every night to make sure you got all of it exactly how you wanted it.

You tried to mimic everything from that night, so it took a lot of planning. And getting everyone back together proved rather difficult.

It was simple and yet so complicated cause you were planning on something even more special than just the scenery.

You were going to propose to him.

You made the first move initially. So why not take the first step into forever with him?

You know just how shy he is, and it would take him a lifetime to ask you because of it.

But you also know just how much he loves you. So there was no way he wouldn't say yes.

You started to worry a little when you'd stay out too long or you'd come home, and you could visibly see he was upset about your absence.

But, it was only just for one more day.

End of flashback

"Well, can you try being home at a decent hour, please?" You couldn't promise anything. This was the last day before his birthday, so everything just needed to be perfected.

"I'll try," you quickly left before you gave anything away.

He watched you walk out of the door. He pinched the bridge of his nose, followed by a loud sigh.

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You came back home at 11:47, thirteen more minutes before midnight.

You took your shoes off and tip-toed through the dark living room. The lights came on right before you could go to your bedroom.

Heeseung sat at the kitchen table across the living room of your small shared apartment.

"Hey, baby, why are you up so late?" You said nervously, hoping he hadn't already caught onto you.

"Funny, I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing up so late?"

"I was just out," He laughed bitterly.

"Y/n cut the act. I know you're seeing someone. I'm not as stupid as you think." In all the great time spent with him, this was the last thing you expected to ever hear leave his mouth.

You were shocked, to say the least.

"Hee, what are you talking about?" You made your way to him at the kitchen table.

"Save it. I saw your texts, "great! I'll see you then," and "I can't wait!" And what was the other one? Oh yeah!, "thanks so much for today, you're the best."

Those were the texts to his manager. You thanked him for closing the store and helping you set everything up.

"You went through my phone?" Your eyebrows creased together. He had never gone through your phone.

This time he laughed, but it was the most sarcastic laugh ever.

"You get caught cheating on me, and the best you have is I went through your phone. You know, I should have really known better. You and me, our relationship was just too good to be true."

"What are you talking about? I'm not cheating on you, baby, I swear," at this point, you were already bawling your eyes out.

"Don't you dare fucking call me that!" He slammed his fist on the table.

You flinched when you heard the loud bang of his fist coming in contact with the table.

"Can't believe I wasted my time with a cheating whore like you. For all you've put me through, I could have just found any random girl off the street, and that would have been better than you." He spat with so much venom in his voice.

Your knees felt weak, your tears wouldn't stop falling, and you had no idea what you could have ever done to deserve something like this.

You tried to grab his hand, but he quickly snatched it away.

"Don't you ever touch me again." He said in a warning tone.

"Hee, I swear, I'd never cheat on you. I love you too much." You wrapped your arms around his torso, trying to hug him.

He pushed your arms off of him.

"It's just so easy for you to lie, isn't it? I can't believe I didn't notice it sooner, but I'm glad I found out cause now I don't have to waste my time with you any more than I already have."

"I promise. Please, just believe me,"

"No. I should have never even believed you, to begin with."

The clock had just hit twelve in the morning, and it was his birthday and your guy's anniversary.

You reached down in your purse to grab the ring you were going to propose to him with, your hands trembling with each movement as you gripped the small suede box in your hand.

"Happy birthday" you opened the box showing him the ring.

He just stared at it blankly.

"I wasn't cheating on you. Those texts were to your old manager. I was planning on surprising you for your birthday. I was going to replicate our first date together" you smiled weakly at the thought of what could have been if he didn't think you were cheating on him.

You could see a look of shock on his face, but he tried so hard to play it off as nothing.

"This is the ring," you sniffed. “The ring I had planned to ask you to marry me with," your tears fell continuously. "But, I guess that won't happen now," you tried to smile at him.

You set his ring on the countertop.

And now, the shock was evident on his face.

You took a deep breath before wiping your tears.

You closed the small box, "I'll leave now, so I don't waste any more of your time" you went back to the door, put your shoes on, and walked out.

You don't even know how you managed to walk, let alone drive all the way to your parent's house.

As soon as you left, he grabbed the box, opening it with shaky hands.

There was a small note inside the box. You had planned on giving it to him to read before you popped the question.

"I love you more than anything in the whole world, I know I'm not very good at expressing my feelings for you, but I just want you to know that no matter what, I'll always be by your side and to prove that I'm going to ask," that was the last word in the note.

He was supposed to read it, and then when it cut off, he'd look up and see you there proposing to him.

It was supposed to be one of the best days of your lives, but it ended up being the worst.

He didn't even realize he was crying until the first few tear drops hit the paper, crinkling up your note.

He inspected the ring closely. He saw a huge oval-shaped diamond embedded in a silver band.

The few words you had engraved on the inside made tears flow endlessly from his eyes.

"Y/n and hee, forever and always" to anyone else, it would have sounded so simple, but it was the same wording that his team members put below a picture of you two on your first date.

They hung it up on the wall, so whenever you both came to visit, it would be a reminder of the very special night.

He felt sick, hurt, sad, and upset.

Sick because he had lost you.

Hurt because he hurt you.

Sad cause he made you cry.

Upset because he didn't trust you.

The pain in his chest was unbearable.

He was struggling to stabilize his breath in between sobs while he tapped the call button on his phone.

The first ring was torture.

The second ring was like a stab to his chest.

The last ring made him feel like he was taking his last breath.

"Y/n," he said as if you were still there, squeezing the box that carried his ring. "I'm so sorry,"

He said the words that he wanted to say to you, except he couldn't.

Cause you were gone, all because of him.

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You woke up to what might have been a hundred notifications, if not more, on your phone. They were all from him.

From heeseung, the love of your life.

Voice message after voice message, text after text. You listen to the first voice message.

"Y-y/n, where did you go? Please, come back." The second one.

"I'm so sorry for not believing you. Please, just let me explain."

The third one.

"I miss you. My chest hurts so much," When you heard how broken he sounded in the last one, you couldn't listen anymore.

So you read a few texts.

Or maybe it was a small novel.

"Baby,"

“Where are you?”

"Are you there?"

"I miss you so bad."

"I'm so sorry."

"Please come home."

"I just need to see you."

"I need to hear your voice again." there was still more. Another voice message popped up, and you decided to listen to it.

"In case we never see each other again, I would have said yes a million times, I would have said yes so loud the whole world could hear." his voice started to crack halfway through. "I would have said yes until I lost my voice, baby. I love you so much, please come back, please come home." 98+

You held your phone to your aching chest, tears staining your cheeks and pillow.

Deep down, you knew he was sorry, but it wasn't that easy to just forgive him for calling you a cheater and not believing you.

You decided to go with your gut feeling. There was no way you'd ever love anyone more than him.

You were at least going to let him explain, maybe not take him back, but to explain and maybe give him a second chance.

You got ready for the day and headed out to your apartment.

You knocked on the door.

No answer.

You knocked a little harder.

Heeseung was fast asleep. He had passed out at the kitchen table in the same spot as when you left.

He stirred from his sleep when he heard the third knock, this time loud and clear.

He jumped from his chair, opening the door as quickly as possible.

It was you.

His baby.

He looked like a complete wreck. Out of the years you've been with him, you've never seen him like this.

Before you could do or say anything, he was holding you in the tightest hug ever.

He couldn't hold back his loud sobs and shaky breaths even if he wanted to.

"I'm so sorry," he repeated while rubbing your back. "I should have known you'd never cheat on me. I'm sorry for not trusting you, I'm sorry for not believing you, and I'm sorry for calling you names. You're none of those things,"

You could only ask one question.

"Why?" He pulled back to look at your face. His cheeks were completely covered in his tears, nostrils flaring with each heavy breath he took.

"I-I was just hurt and upset that you weren't spending time with me anymore, and you came home late a-a-and" before he could finish, he broke down again.

You could see him frown before hugging you again. A few seconds later, he started to hyperventilate. He was still trying to talk and explain, but you couldn't make out a word of it cause he was crying so hard.

You had to hug him back. It hurt so much to see him like this.

You stroked his back to soothe him.

But that still didn't work. His breaths were so out of control that it started to worry you.

You walked further into the apartment, sitting with him on the sofa, hugging him tightly.

"Hee, baby, it's okay, I understand" after all, you did come up with the trashiest excuses a person could possibly make.

Was it a reason to accuse you of cheating?

Definitely not, But you understood him.

His cries finally started to die down. Soft hiccups could be heard in the silent apartment.

You gently rubbed his back, slowly rocking him back and forth.

His heart beat now at a much more steady rhythm. But his breath was still pretty shaky.

"I didn't mean any of it. You could never be a waste of time to me. If anything, the time I spent without you was a waste." He leaned back, looking deep into your eyes. His eyes shifted to your lips, and he didn't think twice before kissing you. It was the softest, sweetest, most delicate kiss ever.

He rested his forehead against yours with his eyes closed, "y/n, please, please, forgive me."

You gave him your answer without a second thought.

"I forgive you, but baby, next time something is bothering you, just talk to me, okay?"

He nodded. "Thank you. I promise I'll never hurt you ever again." You pecked his lips, smiling for the first time since you came back.

"It's still your birthday, you know. I'm sure everyone is waiting for us at the store,"

You didn't cancel when you left cause, one, it was too late, and two, you kinda forgot about it after the whole argument.

"Really?!" He said excitedly, already looking so much brighter compared to when you first came.

"Really, baby, now go get dressed," he pecked you all over the face before rushing to get ready.

He got ready and picked his outfit. He felt his heart beating just like when you asked him to be yours.

He was nervous, but the good kind of nervous.

He came back out, and he looked absolutely stunning. He wore a white button-up and slacks, it wasn't too much, and it wasn't too little, it was perfect, just like him.

"My baby looks so handsome."

He looks down at his feet, blushing slightly. "Thank you," he mutters cutely.

"Ready?" You asked, lacing your fingers with his. He nodded, a small smile on his lips.

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Once you arrived, heeseung took in the sight before him, and all of the memories instantly came rushing back.

His eyes flashed from you to the table where he saw a single rose in a plastic water bottle with the label torn off, the same exact white scentless candles. And a towel as a tablecloth.

He didn't want to cry. He had already done so much of it already.

But the fact you did all this just for him was enough for a few tears to fall.

You wiped them from his face immediately.

"Don't cry, baby," you kissed his cheek.

"Don't worry. These are happy tears." He smiled against your lips before kissing you. "Thank you for all this. I'm so grateful to have you."

"Anything for you." You walked to the old table where you used to have lunch together, his co-workers acting as waiters pulling the chairs out for you both. And none other than his manager bringing your guy's favorite and the first meal you've ever had together.

Instant ramen.

You held heeseungs hand from across the table. After you both ate and talked about the first day you met and all the memories you shared with each other until now.

You pulled out the same box from last night.

"Where did you find that?" He asked curiously.

"You left it on the counter, baby," you stated the obvious, laughing softly.

"Oh, right," he chuckled.

"I'm sure you already know what's coming since you ruined the surprise," you jokingly said.

"I know, I'm so sorry if I had jus-" you cut him off.

He had his head hung low with a frown on his face. He was so close to crying again.

"Hey, Baby, look at me,"

He faced you, and his eyes were big and glossy.

You chuckled at his cute expression.

"The past is the past, okay?" He nodded his head, but you could still see the deep frown on his face.

"Baby, smile. You're about to be engaged," you grabbed his hand from across the table, feeling his clammy palms.

"As I said, I'm not good at expressing my feelings, but I just want you to know that I love you so much, so much that I want to spend every waking moment with you, and the only way I see to do that is by asking you the most important question ever,” you took one deep breath. "Will you marry me?" Your lips quivered slightly while you smiled at him.

He smiled that same smile you fell in love with years ago, the dim lighting from the candles making his tears visible.

"Yes,” he said almost as if he didn't understand what you were asking him, and then it hit him, "yes! Oh my goodness, yes!" You smiled, slipping the ring on his chubby finger.

You heard cheers from everyone and the loud popping of champagne bottles as they came to congratulate you both.

You and heeseung enjoyed nearly a whole bottle of champagne when you both heard a very familiar song and looked at each other.

It was the song.

The song that played on your first date together.

The same jazz instrumental that probably played a bit too many times in the one hour he went on lunch break.

He stood up. And reached for your hand.

"Dance with me?" He asked, his voice delicate and just above a whisper.

"Gladly," You flashed him your smile and joined him, standing up from your chair.

He rested his hands loosely around your waist.

"I really don't deserve you." He couldn't seem to take his mind off of last night, no matter how much he tried.

"Baby, I don't want to hear that from you again. We all make mistakes, okay?"

He sighed. "Not like that, though. I'm so embarrassed,"

"You want to know what's actually embarrassing?" You say in an attempt to make him forget about last night, and it seems to work.

"What?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, looking genuinely curious.

"That you haven't kissed me since we've been engaged."

His eyes widened immediately, a little gasp leaving his pouty lips.

"That is embarrassing" he laughed and closed the distance between you both, kissing you with his pillow soft lips, and you kissed him back lovingly.

You could hear more cheers erupt in the background, some shouting for you to get a room and others about having kids.

You both became flustered at the mention of having kids. And heeseung was the first to speak up.

He tapped his chin, pretending to think.

"Well, since you didn't get me a present," he leaned down and whispered in your ear, feeling a bit bold suddenly. "How about birthday sex?"

You slapped his chest playfully.

He laughed against your lips before capturing them in a kiss, the first of many kisses that would follow later that night.

"I love you, my baby," he says quietly.

"I love you too. Happy birthday, anniversary."

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The “98+” in that part is courtesy of my cat. she jumped on my laptop, but oddly it kinda fits with the story, so I kept it cause it was so adorable🥰

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[angelltheninth]

Yay open asks! I've been waiting for this for a while, I love your writing! Ok, can I get arcane men using Reader's mouth as a fucktoy? With a good sprinkle of degrading praise pls.

Anon thank you for being the first ask! Here you go, enjoy!

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn, Local Cuisine x Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, degrading praise, praise kink, oral, rough oral, deepthroating, facial, gentle oral, morning sex, work sex, office sex, desk sex, wall sex, semi-public sex, brief public sex

A/N: This is very kinky even for me. I blushed a few times while writing it.

Viktor would have you on your knees under the desk while he works in the lab. He had trouble focusing on work at first while you were sucking his cock but eventually he got better at holding back from straight up fucking your mouth the moment you get on your knees. He usually lets you set the pace, but every once on a while he'll push you down just a little to hear you moan and whine around his cock.

"Why are you slowing down darling, I'm not nowhere near finished yet. Not with work or with you. You know I do my best work when you're sucking my dick. You be good now and keep sucking me like that and when we get home I'll fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, like the needy, desperate fucktoy you are. Yes, good, just like that, all you needed was a little incentive didn't you?"

Jayce only does in the morning, when he's still sluggish and drowsy from sleep. He'd give you a smile as soon as your mouth wraps around his cock and you take him into your mouth, he'd encourage you briefly with his hand but otherwise letting you set the pace while he folds his other arm behind his head and enjoys the pleasure you're giving him, eyes closed and mouth slightly open to let out little sighs and moans.

"Fuck babe, I swear this is my favorite way to wake up. You have such a good mouth, some days I can't stop thinking about it. I'm one lucky guy you know that? You're giving me a blowjob without me even asking. You just know I want that slutty mouth don't you? And you're ready to let me have it. Every. Fucking. Morning."

You'd be at Silco's beck and call. Whenever he wants you you'd be there so let him fuck your mouth for as long as he wants. Most of the time its on very stressful days. He's gentle sometimes but when he's stressed he doesn't hold back in the slightest, pushing his cock until he's balls deep in your mouth and keeping it there until you squirm and your eyes start to water. He'd wipe the tears away of course, smiling down at you and pulling away just to let you catch your breath before doing it again.

"Ah there you are sweetheart. You're a little late today. I'm already on edge. And you will take care of it won't you? Hmm, I know you will. Come here, on your knees. Hurry up love, I'm getting inpatient and you know how I am when I'm inpatient. You're such a fucking obedient little whore for me, but that's why I love you.

Vander wouldn't do this a lot. Only when he's feeling really, really pent up. He liked to have you behind the bar, hidden from view and your mouth full of his cock and cum. Of course he'll only do it when he knows the kids won't be around for the day or they're asleep. But he knows you like the idea of someone seeing you getting used by him. When the shift is over he'll fuck your mouth hard, giving you one last load for the day.

Look at you down there darlin, are you enjoying yourself? I sure as hell am. You can tell can't you? Fuck I can't believe it took me so long to agree to this. But I did it for you. Because you had to be a pretty, horny slut didn't you? You take such good care of me. Mhm, and I'll take care of you too, so damn well.

Ekko enjoys this a lot. His favorite way to do this is to have you on your back on the bed, head hanging over the edge of the bed while he deepthroats you. His hands would hold your chin, fingers digging into your skin to angle your head for him to slide smoothly in and out. He doesn't always cum in your mouth though, he likes seeing his cum all over your face and around your lips, to see you lick it up.

Stand still for me Firefly, I don't want to hurt you. Fuck! Gods your mouth feels so fucking good. Just a bit deeper, relax for me. That's it. You like being treated like this huh? Yeah I can see how fucking horny you are right now. Are you close? Just from the taste of my cock? How about my cum then? Are you gonna come huh? Is my lovely slut about to come from facefucked?

The only place where he feels comfortable doing it is in his office because Marcus knows that no one would come in without giving him the heads up first. It took him a bit to come around to the idea though. He always tries to keep quiet just in case, but it's so hard when he has the opportunity to fuck your mouth however he wants, however long he wants.

"Sweetheart... fuck... that's so good. Damn, you're good. Fuck just let me stand up for a bit. That's better, don't wanna get any evidence on my chair now. Of what? Oh of you being my cocksucking toy of course. I'm supposed to be the example here. How am I gonna explain fucking your mouth whenever you step into my office and make my dick hard? Or maybe you want me to get caught? After all if I get demoted we can do this more often right?"

Finn gets hard the moment you suggest it. He's a pretty kinky guy so he always wants to try new things, and this one was one of this favorites even before he met you. He has a while thing about being dominant so sometimes he'll take you to the brothel, after all that's where you first met. As long as all parties are consenting anything goes in there so it gives him the freedom to get you on your knees in the hallway and fuck your brains out with his cock.

Fucking hell kitten, if I could have your mouth and tongue around my cock all day I would. You're so good for me, so fucking good. Come on, open your mouth more, fucking take it. Take my cock like the good little cockslut you are. Oh I know you are. Otherwise you wouldn't let me use you, fuck you whenever and wherever I wanted.

LC does not judge or kink shame, quite the opposite, if you want something he'll do it for you. He's not used to taking the dominant role a lot but on occasion he will. Mostly after he gets home from work and you want to help him relax. Even while dominant he's still gentle, thrusting slow but deep, prolonging the pleasure for both of you as long as possible, moaning whenever he feels you swirl your tongue over the tip of his cock.

"Evening doll, how were you today? I'm glad. Me? I'm alright, why do you ask? I look down? Oh on the contrary, it was very fun today. But... I am a little stressed. Would it be alright if... oh. Oh! Mmm, gods above, I... ah... get many compliments but you... your mouth is heaven. Absolute heaven. And the fact that you let me use it like this... fuck. I love you. I love fucking you. I love how your filthy, little mouth takes my cock. I'm gonna come, can you take it sweetheart? Can you please be good and swallow it all up? Fuck, fuck!"

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[not-alien-girl-v]

Hello! Could I request a tate langdon x trans male reader? (Sorry for requesting tate I know you get him alot)

note: you know what you are right i do get tate a lot but the tumblr girlies have been eating him up lately so this one goes out to the transmascs and/or tate lovers. also writing this on my phone and my fat ass thumbs are not doing all that work of clicking shift so this will be all lowercase. anyway i’m writing this sleep deprived at midnight so i am going to wake up tomorrow morning and forget i wrote this most likely

warning: language probably idk i write my warnings before i write the fic and i just predict what the fuck im going to add in idk i should stop

the dead of winter makes things feel quiet. you barely hear your mom in the kitchen though you are just in the room over. it’s not snowing outside, it doesn’t do that in la, like, ever, but it would be nice maybe once.

you feel the vibration of your phone. you’re sitting on the couch and it’s in the back pocket of your jeans and you don’t want to stand up to fish it out so you flop yourself sideways and grab it. you have three notifications, and in your mind, you make a mental ranking of their importance.

3. bereal went off, though it happened hours ago and you don’t bother to take the picture because who cares

2. about 46 minutes ago, your friend texted your other friend in the group chat, talking about some concert tonight for people you’ve never even heard of before

1. your boyfriend, tate, texted about the same concert, but in this case, offering to take you with him to the show

not to play favorites, but a night out alone with your boyfriend sounds like more fun than a night with your freaky little friends. sure, they were a barrel of monkeys… in their own way, but you’d much prefer a long night in working at a puzzle with them than a raging concert.

‘?’ Tate texts again. You opened his text and he saw the read receipt but you’ve just been sitting there contemplating the meaning of life for minutes now.

‘maybe’ you reply and renter your deep thought once more. it would be fun, you’d have a good time and he’d be happy… but you have been wearing your binder for at the very least 10 hours now, and you had plans to take it off in a little bit (granted you were procrastinating) and that was something you didn’t want to deny yourself.

they say you’re not supposed to exercise in a binder, but that’s never stopped you. back in high school, you had PE 3rd period, and it’s not like you were just gonna go through the trouble of taking it off for a one hour block every single day and then put it back on once the class is over.

that’s the same now, though you don’t have a PE class, you are an avid mosher in the pit and you don’t want to be boobs flying everywhere. you don’t even want boobs at all, but top surgery is expensive, and your insurance only covers testosterone shots so you make do with what you can.

‘maybe?’ he texts back and he didn’t include it in the text, but you can feel a :( radiating from his end of the line.

‘tummy kinda hurts idk’ another thing, he doesn’t know you’re trans. it’s no big deal, truly, you know he’d be super supportive and respectful if you came out and nothing would change between the two of you but that doesn’t take away any of your fear of telling him. this relationship has been going on for 6 months now, and it seems like the longer you wait to say something, the more awkward it will be once you do.

‘:(‘ he texts and you frown a little as well in real life, and you put your phone on the table and walk into the kitchen. your mom is baking those little sugar cookies from target with the snowmen on them and you swear if you got close enough, you could eat an entire tray full of them.

but you’ve already spoiled your dinner enough with the potato chips you now realize you’ve abandoned in the living room and walk back to your room.

your bedroom is small yet well decorated, giving it a cozy aura, even more when you light a peppermint candle. you finally remove your binder and it feels like a breath of fresh air for the first time today. twisting your arms around, you stretch out and then put on a tank top and bundle up in your bed because it’s so damn cold out.

you put your headphones over your ears and play some random song off a playlist tate made for you and all is well in the world until you think you hear your mom screeching your name from the kitchen. of course, the second you pause the music and rip of the headphones, it’s dead silence once more, so you put them back on. there’s the noise again. if she’s really trying to contact you, she can just text you rather than test out her echolocation skills.

a moment later, she does text you.

‘someone at the door go get it’

as polite as ever, you have no choice but obey and slump to the front door, unhappy that your unwinding time has been interrupted by some rando at the door. when you open the door (albeit, grumpily), it’s not a rando, but it is in fact your boyfriend.

“tate! what are you doing here?” you don’t mean to sound so unhappy about his presence, it just comes out like that and of course you notice how quickly his eyes trail downwards on your body. you follow them too, until they land on your uncaged boobs. shit. “oh, um.”

“aren’t you going to invite me in?” he doesn’t say anything you thought he would and for that, you hold the door open for him and step aside to let him in.

“so, what are you doing here?” you ask again since he didn’t respond the first time.

“you said your stomach hurt, and mine kinda hurt too, so i thought i could come over and we could be in pain together. what do you think?” the whole time he’s been making his way to your bedroom, though he hadn’t been in your house very many times, he knew where he was going. he kicks off his shoes at the base and launches himself onto your duvet.

“you’re so thoughtful,” you crawl in next to him and hook one leg between his own, immediately experiencing the glory of his body heat.

“i tend to think so.” there’s that silence again. sometimes peaceful, sometimes deafening, because you know there’s something left unsaid. so you open your mouth again.

“um, so, about the boobs thing,” you start and pause to swallow, realizing you must look like a nervous character on tv right now.

“it’s okay.”

“it is?” you don’t dare lift your head to look him in the eye.

“of course. it doesn’t matter to me. you’re still hot,” he pokes you in the side and you chuckle at him.

“stop it, you silly goose,” you joke back and you can feel the physical cringe his body does.

“and i love you no matter what,” it’s quiet, but you hear it, muffled by your cringe minecraft bedspread. you love him too.

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