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seilahscopium · 11 months

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♡ I grant a wish for whoever summons me and take one thing as a payment ♡ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ♡when Baji gets bored gets bored, he doodles on your hands. but if you don't like that he will draw all over your scrap papers that you're using to finish your homework ♡if you have a favorite scent (pumpkin, lavender, ect..) Mitsuya will spray it all over his room to remind him of you. especially when you come over so that he can make you happy with the smell ♡Chifuyu calls you late at night to ramble about the thoughts that are keeping him up (an anime or manga he finished), and he loves it when you do the same ♡Souya links pinkies with you whenever you’re out in public but Nouya prefers holding your entire hand ♡Inui is a sucker for when you play with his hair or massage his scalp ♡Wakasa likes when you trace random shapes and letters over his skin, and it becomes a game of some sorts for him to guess what you're tracing ♡Izana is the type who’ll set up a blanket on the roof of some penthouse for you two to lay on and look up at the stars together ♡Sanzu is going to melt if you kiss his scars and making a comment about how all of him is beautiful ♡if you come over to Souya to give him a hug, Nouya will ALWAYS pop up with a grin and says, “what about me?” ...they're a package deal :)) ♡When you need Kakucho’s opinion at a clothing store for if you look good, he will always say “you look wonderful in that” because he looks at you like you're a god from another realm ♡Koko will tell you if something isn't your style. he isn't afraid to tell you because he’ll magically have something in his hands that looks a million times better ♡Koko will always buy you the newest product from this beauty line you like before you even learned something new was out ♡you know how they say when someone is in love, they tend to copy habits of who they love? Sanzu does this by having notifications set on his phone that involve your likes because he's starting like almost everything that you do ♡Inui loves when you hug him from behind. it doesn't matter if he's cooking, talking to Koko, or doing anything really. he likes having you close to him and enjoys the feeling of you nuzzling into his back ♡Shin is a total simp for you. he has a picture of you on the back of his phone, a picture of you in his wallet, an album on his phone that's just photos of you, and even has one in his coat pocket. at this point it's like he walks around with a shrine of you ♡Mikey learned from his older brother, and when he's talking to his friends and all of a sudden, his eyes will light up and he’ll say “oh this reminds me of this thing y/n did the other day” which then begins his long ramble about you. even if the conversation has nothing to do with you, he will always find a way to bring you up ♡Mitsuya has a sketchbook that is only filled with wedding dresses/suits with the idea and mind that you will walk down the aisle wearing one of these ♡Izana likes it when you sing as he plays his guitar even if you're awful and have so many voice cracks. he finds it adorable ♡Chifuyu has a picture in his phone somewhere of you napping with Peke J on your chest ♡Sanzu has your coffee order memorized. whenever he goes out to get coffee, he always orders you a cup as well. it's become such a habit that he's accidentally bought you coffee when you already had one ♡the first time Ran saw you doing skincare he was mesmerized. so, he wanted to join you and dragged Rin into it (despite the younger’s protests). now it's become a habit to do skincare with the Haitani brothers ♡Mitsuya may be the caretaker in your relationship, but it’d just make his entire morning if you were to give him breakfast in bed ♡Chifuyu enjoys laying his head on your lap and hearing you read the light novel version of his favorite manga ♡Ran likes when you braid his hair for him. he secretly swings his braids around more harsh and crazier than usual when you do his hair just so that he can see you sigh and start to do his hair again and feel you brush it and stuff ♡Rindou loves cuddling but is too nervous to initiate so he’ll just sit and mope next to you on the couch until you realize. luckily you notice rather quickly because he won't stop fiddling with your sleeve ♡if you're cold Kakucho will IMMEDIATELY try to warm you up. this man is putting his scarf around you, trying to warm your hand by holding them in his, even giving up his whole coat and setting it on your shoulders, ect ♡as we all know Mitsuya takes care of Luna and Mana, and he just loves seeing you interact with his sisters. he likes seeing how comfortable they are with you and how they always ask, “when's the next time y/n-san comes over?”. It’s one of the things that made him realize he's in love with you ♡when you and Mikey cuddle, he’s lying on top of you and falls asleep to the sound of your heartbeat ♡if you and Hakkai are out doing something together and your mom calls you to check up on you, he gives you the perfect silence you need. but right before you hang up, he’ll quickly exclaim “tell her i said hi!” ♡whenever Kazutora wants to hug you or give physical affection he always asks for permission first. for example, “hey baby can i-and you don't have to say yes- can I hug you?” please let him hug you and kiss his forehead :((

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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Birthday Morning

okay so i really wasn't going to write anything but then i got this idea and i could not resist soooo that's why i'm so late, very sorry, and it's technically the 29th

Summary: Spencer's birthday is always a big deal

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Smut and Fluff)

Content Warning: pretty tame p n v smut

Word Count: 2.0k

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Spencer's birthday never was a big deal as a kid. When he was little, it was another reminder that no one wanted to be his friend, and, once his dad left, it went forgotten by his mom, which he never reminded her about because he couldn't stand the guilt of her feeling bad she forgot it.

Things were different now. Y/n had been making sure his birthday was a big event for 11 years, 2 years more than they'd been married.

This birthday, despite not being a milestone number and the constant chaos of life with three kids, Y/n was determined to make it as special as always.

Usually, Spencer is up first, but since he doesn't have to be at work and the girls don't have to be at school, there is no alarm.

Instead, he wakes up to her in his arms, kissing all over his face. It always makes the newly cooling mornings of late October better.

"Happy birthday." She whispers excitedly, leaning back to look at him.

"Thank you." He replies, finally kissing her lips. It was only meant to be simple, but she purposefully deepens it, tracing her tongue over his bottom lip while she buries her fingers in his curls to pull his face closer.

Before he can roll over on top of her and get down to business like they usually do, she stops him, breaking their kiss. "Sit up against the headboard, baby." She requests.

Spencer complies, quickly shuffling up since he's smart enough to figure out what she's playing at. She climbs onto his lap before her lips are back on his.

Taking advantage of the oversize t-shirt (of his) that she's wearing, Spencer's fingertips walk up her skin from her hips, pushing the fabric with them.

Her skin is hot under his touch, and she's already getting needy, but his hands stop when they reach more fabric where she's normally bare.

Y/n pulls back with a smile, pulling the t-shirt over her head and leaving her figure dressed in just the most recent addition to her wardrobe. His first gift of many.

It's lilac lingerie that he's never seen before. Intricate floral-patterned lace details over the cups of the bra and panties with a suspender belt accentuating the curve of her waist.

He could stare at her all day, regardless of what she's wearing but the new purchase makes his brain stop working like he can't figure out if he wants to take a photo or rip it off her.

"Don't destroy it." She requests, slyly grinning at his reaction, leaning in to kiss him.

"Destroy it?" He repeats, tilting his head up to look at her. "I'm going to frame it."

She giggles before leaning so she can whisper into his ear and have him break out in goosebumps. "You know what I'm going to do?" She asks. He just shakes his head. Even though he could probably guess, he's not going to risk her pulling away while he has a perfect view of her ass. "Riding you just the way you like it. And then tonight..." Her hands move while she speaks, one palm flat against his lower stomach. "When we have a little more time." Her other hand rests against his inner thigh, fingertips just short of touching him where he needs it. "We can do that thing."

He moans just from hearing that, throwing his head backward and allowing her total access to kiss down his neck. She does so the way he likes it, sloppily, with wet kisses and sucked marks.

"Y/n." He groans, his voice lowering as he tries to get her to go faster. She drags it out, ultimately for his pleasure, and keeps a slow descent with carefully placed marks along his warm skin until she can't go any further without moving off his lap.

"Touch me, Spence." Her prompt reminds him he hasn't dared to move his hands, too enamored by her every move.

The cups are sheer, and he sees now how turned on she is by her hardened nipples. He thumbs them over the material, noticing her grinding more against his lap as she gets more turned on.

"I have to take this off." He realizes aloud, distraught tone. It's the worst thing that's happened to him all day and on his birthday? Not fair.

She fixes the issue she anticipated them facing. "I took pictures." She assures him. "Lots. Or you could, you know, frame it?"

"I might." He decides, happily leaning back while she takes it off. She's not going to tell him, but there's another set waiting for tonight. "You're so gorgeous." He praises her, stopping her from taking off the panties.

"You are," Y/n counters, sitting up on her knees so she can pull his sweatpants down. She palms over his hardened length in his boxers before he pushes her up so she can take them off. She pumps his cock up and down, heavy in her palm, before repeating her words in a different sense. "So gorgeous."

He pants out a breath. "Come on. It's been too long." He begs, despite the fact it's been less than 48 hours, which he knows is well above average.

She obliges with a giggle, pulling her panties to the side while she sinks down onto him. It's a fullness like no other, nothing has ever or will ever compare to feeling Spencer so deeply inside her.

That's what he loves the most, the fact he's the only one who will ever get to be in her now, and he accentuates it by sucking a mark of his own into her neck. "So fucking tight." He groans, holding her waist.

"So big." She replies, resting her arms on his shoulders as an anchor and so she can play with the curls at the nape of his neck.

It's heaven getting to be inside her velvety walls, but his pleasure only amplifies when she starts moving, grinding her hips up and down to start with.

After she gets adjusted, Spencer takes control, using his grip on her waist to pull her up and down. "Fuck." She moans against his ear, trying to keep it quiet so they don't wake anyone else up.

"You're so perfect." He mumbles, shifting his hips so she sinks even deeper down, making them both groan. Her skin keeps growing hotter as his grip tightens, both of them working in unison to bring each other to orgasm.

She falls further forward into his chest, lips grazing his as they keep their faces close while her movements get sloppier. Spencer knows what she needs, and he takes one hand off her so he can draw circles on her clit.

"Spence." She moans his name out again right against his lips before the rest of the words get caught in her throat.

"I know." He replies. "Cum on my cock."

That's all it takes for her to cum, a few dirty words from her husband with quick, deep thrusts, and she tightens around his cock even more. Spencer's climax is soon after that, and he cums inside her while she's completely seated in his lap.

He holds her tightly to his body while they come down from it. "That was the best wake-up present I could imagine." He tells her.

She laughs, moving off his lap with a little wince from both of them and sitting beside him. "You're welcome."

Spencer kisses her again, one clothed-mouth kiss after another. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She says, moving to climb out of bed. "I'm going to dress, and see if the girls are up, so you should probably put some pants on." She recommends, flashing him a wink before walking into the closet.

The girls, she discovers and expects, are up. Matilda and Mabel are finishing their coloring on Spencer's cards. "I'm going to get Kenzie but you guys can get the gifts if you want." She instructs the 5 and 7-year-old who race off to the hiding place.

10-month-old McKenzie is standing holding the crib bars when Y/n walks in and her face immediately lights up at seeing her mom.

"Hi, sweet baby." She says, picking her up. "Wanna go see dad?" A little squeal of glee comes from the baby once she understands who they're going to see.

The two older girls manage to carry the gifts into the room, and Spencer is happily waiting in bed for them. They drop the gifts on the end of the bed, climbing up to attack him with hugs.

"Happy birthday, daddy." They squeal, tightly hugging him. McKenzie squirms in Y/n's arms, reaching out for her dad and feeding off her sister's excitement. Spencer easily accepts their baby, the five of them cuddling when Y/n sits back on her side.

It doesn't last long with the little attention spans of their little kids. "Daddy, open the gifts," Matilda says, turning back to pick up one wrapped in hot pink. "This is what I chose." She informs him handing it to him.

Mabel picks up the one she picked for him, giving it to him. "Here's mine."

"Thank you both," Spencer tells them, kissing both of them on the forehead. They watch with wide, excited brown eyes for his reaction.

He opens Matilda's first, taking out the pink notebook with dinosaurs on it and a dictionary. He's a little confused, looking at Y/n with an expression only she can interpret as he plays along for the girls. "I love them, Tillie."

"It's a book so you can write us more stories." She clarifies. It's something Spencer started doing to relax when he first went back to the BAU after she was born. "With little pictures, too, please."

"Why a dictionary?" He asks.

"So you'll know all the words ever, duh." She replies sassily.

Spencer laughs at that. "I bet that was mommy's idea, huh?" He asks since she has been telling him the exact same thing since they met.

Y/n hits him on the shoulder. "Was not." She claims, but Matilda's selling her out with a nod.

He opens Mabel's next, wrapped in green, and he's confused again when he sees a dishtowel. "Because you couldn't find one when you spilled your coffee," Mabel explains to him.

"You're very thoughtful. Belle." He says. "Thank you both so much. This is the best birthday ever." His statements earn grins of admiration from both of them.

"You're not done," Y/n tells him, picking the other two gifts up. She hands one of them to him. "This is from Kenz."

She's unaware of what the gift is and what's going on, but Spencer kisses her too. "Thank you, sweet baby." He opens it, laughing and looking at Y/n when he sees the pumpkin-flavored baby food pouches.

"Since you're always eating hers," Y/n says, nudging him on the shoulder.

"I can't help that they're so delicious." Spencer shrugs, unashamed.

She reaches into her nightstand to grab the final gift, handing it to him. "One more."

"I thought I got your gift this morning?" He jokes subtly enough the girls won't understand. "You're kidding?" He asks when he opens the jewelry case and sees what's in it.

Y/n shakes her head, hoping his reaction is a positive one. "Do you like it?"

"I love it." He quickly replies, excitedly kissing her. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." She says. "I figure after your watch strap broke, you might as well finally get a Rolex. Plus, you can go as Hotch for Halloween now."

He giggles at that, still marveling at the stunning piece of jewelry. "Thank you all so much." He says again, wrapping them all up in another family hug.

"You wanna show him your cards?" Y/n asks, resting her head on Spencer's shoulder. The girls pick them up, sitting on each side of him while McKenzie sits in his lap so they can explain their drawings to everyone.

He feels totally complete like he's finally at a point where his life is exactly how he used to dream it would be. He places a kiss on Y/n's forehead and he's slightly teary-eyed when she looks at him. "Thank you." He repeats but it's for more than just the watch worth thousands of dollars and the perfectly chosen gifts from their daughters.

"You're welcome." She replies, wrapping her arms tighter around him so he knows she means it.

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tht0nesimp · 2 months

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Expectations

tw: kidnapping, pet play, this is actually half baked, punishments, shal being a dick, infantilism

A/N: this is for @high-bats-writing! Sorry this fic is probably going to be really crappy! (P.S you should totally go read the inspiration for this post < https://www.tumblr.com/high-bats-writing/746620115972440065/happy-easter-hiiii-in-the-headcanons-you-did?source=share

Out of everything you’d been tested with by him, this took the cake, it took the whole fucking bakery.

you’d handled everything he threw at you but this was simply too much, spending years trying to stay away from everything trackable was hard but knowing it was all just in vain because you were nevertheless trapped in his hands again? The knowledge of knowing your efforts weren’t worth anything in the end was devastating.

“Smile!” His cheery attitude becoming a frown when you used your—thankfully free—hands to shield your face from the camera he had in his hands

“It’s fine, I guess, we’ll have plenty of time to get a photo of you in there after all! Won’t we?” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes when he spoke, encouraging your silence as he continues “you escaped for 2 years? How long do you think I should keep you in there?”

normally you would avoid showing weakness to him, but you couldn’t stop the widening of your eyes “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done what I did” he tilted his head “You don’t have to be sorry, you showed me your true colors!” He chuckled

As he placed a dragging finger down a bar on the cage, you shuddered; quickly finding purchase under one of the plentiful blankets in the cage, one thing you couldn’t complain about was the near suffocating amount of warmth in the normally cold house—well, cold from what you remember from 2 years ago…

Alas, the blankets didn’t protect you from the hand that found your head. Petting your hair reminiscent of petting an animal after it did something silly, something stupid, but something endearing enough to make its owner remain entertained.

And you suppose that may be what he sees you as at the end of the day, a shivering animal used to biting to show affection. Used to having to weakly fight, the only real difference being that your owner in this situation had no intention of saving you

He kept his eyes focused on you, seeing your foot brush against the bowl at the bottom of the cage seeming to remind him “I told myself I’d make you beg, but we can start that tomorrow along with your reeducation. I’ll go fill that up”

he disappeared for a brief moment, before returning with the small bowl full of water, making you reluctantly remember the leaky faucet in the kitchen, wondering he’d ever fixed it like your told him to.

The smile that graced his feature when you saw him crush some form of pill into the clear surface of the water was incriminating alone, but looking at the small off-color dissolving particles in the water was enough to deter away your want to fix the aching thirst in your throat in the moment

Even as you expected some type of negative reaction from your apprehension, he just kept talking. Seemingly excited at getting the chance to act out a fantasy especially after losing you for so long.

his words only proved to spur on a waterfall of unfortunate thoughts, melancholy and upsetting, as they flowed through your mind; wanting to overflow into something more.

“Why are you drugging me?” The words came out weaker than what you might hope, almost dying on your tongue. “Not drugs, just vitamins since I don’t plan on feeding you all too much while you’re down here. Lest it’s like an animal, animals have to work for their food!” He clapped like a child at the zoo “but I don’t want you to be malnourished”

Comfort was never his strong suit, but in the moment it seemed believable enough to allow yourself to indulge in the clear liquid resting in the bowl at the bottom of—dare you say it—your cage

you took a sip of the water, diving your head down as you figured he might not have a great reaction at you trying to pick it up to drink it.

you struggled to drink a sufficient amount, settling for the small sip you were able to get from the bedazzled bowl, almost grateful you hadn’t noticed the “disobedient slut” in pink rhinestones on the front up until you pulled away due to your slight frenzy.

“You’re a natural” he muttered under his breath, getting a quick photo before his phone rang “must be troupe work! Be a good doll and stay right there for me”

you just hoped he wouldn’t be gone too long, after all, 2 years is a long time to spend alone.

Shal chuckled when he heard the slight sigh that left your chapped lips when he left the room, 2 years is a long time to spend alone, and a maddening time to spend with a monster—especially one like him.

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katsukikitten · 2 years

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Synopsis: Inspiration hits quick on a lazy Saturday but you'll pay the price for the risky photo you send Bakugou while he's away for work.

Warnings: toys, phone sex/FaceTime sex.

Ageless & blank blogs DNI | MNDI

A facetime rings out in the middle of you folding laundry on the couch.

Bakubaby 💣 is calling you.

With glee you dive for your phone, rushing to pick up as you haven't heard from the pro in a couple of days due to his mission. You slide to answer and before you can do anything a rough moan comes out of the speakers.

"Don't say anything. Just do as I say and moan my name real loud, like a good kitten okay?" He growls and you can see his face aglow with the light of his screen. Brows furrowed and faintly in the background a rhythmic pace is set.

"Sending me those damn pictures and acting all surprised when I'm fuckin my fist." He reminds you of the lewd pictures you sent him after seeing a video of how to pose. You set up your phone at lightning speed yesterday with the light of the golden hour giving you an ethereal glow. Hands resting on the side of the couch, ass poking out in the shot with his favorite thong and tits pushed together with your arms throw the low, low cut bra. It was playful, sexy, bratty even in the way you smiled at him like you knew exactly what you were doing to him. Followed up immediately with a photo of you in bedroom. 3/4 to the camera, giving a good angle of your ass, of your wide hips, poking out your breasts by keeping your hands clasped behind your back. Looking into the camera with a totally different look. The kind that you only gave him. A touch submission mixed with mischief, that he'd have to work for his reward and work he would. His eyes traveled back to your breasts and could see your nipples through the lace but it wasn't enough for him. He wanted more, needed more.

Needed to feel you sinking into his cock while your eyes flutter.

So he called you immediately.

"Set yourself up nice and pretty in the bedroom for me. Grab your pretty pink dildo I got you." His voice is rasped even with the lazy pumps he's giving himself, so much pre cum has wept out of his angry cockhead coating him nicely. But nothing would ever compare to the feel of your hot cunt soaking his balls with each thrust.

Surprisingly you do as you ask without so much as a word. Setting it up where he could get a good view of you while you kneeled on the bed for now.

"Take off your shirt, play with those pretty fuckin tits." He barks and you do. Pulling the nipples taunt when he asks you. You sigh and groan and he makes you so that whole he moans loudly. It's enough to make your pussy drool for him, his dominance, his demands has you melting a lot easier than they should. Maybe it because you haven't been able to see him as often or maybe it was because you were desperate to be given instructions during your time off.

"Take off those shorts and spread your legs for me." Slipping off the fabric and removing it from your ankles, your hand goes to touch your needy clit.

"Aht I didn't say you could touch what's mine yet." He can see your arousal leaking out of you, watch you clench from his rough tone. It's enough to send him over the edge but he doesn't. Not yet. If he can't get you to cum a few times first the least he can do is time it where the two of you fall into bliss together.

"Slowly," He looks up to your face and waits for you to look at him before he growls, "Slowly princess, touch yourself."

Gently you rub circles over your clit, trying to mimic how he would if he had your hands bound in his. It drives you mad, makes you bite your lip as you moan loudly.

"I know baby I know." He grunts, "Faster."

"Faster!" He says again after a few minutes and you do, seeing stars as you gasp for air. He watches your hips jerk, watches the way you grind against your fingers, "That's it baby. Cum on this pretty fingers."

"Katsukiiii." You drag out his name, pussy desperately trying to clench onto something as you reel your head back in pleasure. You need a moment to catch your breath as you come down from your high but Bakugou was never one to give you a moments rest.

"All fours, face on the mattress." You do as he asks, pressing your cheek against the smooth sheets as he continues to instruct you, "Grab that pretty dildo and fuck yourself."

You bring the toy between your legs and slowly push and pull it. Increasing speed until you start to match the sounds of his fist pumping his cock over the phone.

Bakugou watches with lustful crimson eyes, snarling and growling as he hears your moans. Watches you buck into the toy and whine when it isn't him.

"I know you can fuck yerself harder than that." He growls, so close. So fucking close and he knows you are too with how you whine and moan. Shoving the dildo in and out of you at such a quick pace. You increase it as he requests and a loud moan escapes your lips.

"Suki, I'm gonna cum." Another whine and you can barely hear his own pace increase over the sounds your sloppy pussy is making.

"That's it baby, cream my cock." You scream at his vulgar words, trying so hard to fuck yourself through your orgasm to no avail. Vision clouded and hand pushing the toy in and out of you slowly compared to before.

Bakugou grunts as he feels his stomach and balls tighten. Spilling white hot ropes onto his chest and stomach. You both lie there for a moment, the toy slowly being pushed out of your spent cunt and him covered in his own cum.

"Lemme see you." He sighs out and you remove the toy, get off of all fours and come closer to the camera, "Look what you do to me."

He shows his godly abs and chest, pulling out a soft smile.

"Miss ya." He says softly, he wishes he was there. Wishes he could scoop you up and take you to the shower for a quick rinse and have a nice long bath with whatever bath bomb you want.

"Miss you too." You say softly, eyes downcast and sad that he isn't there with you.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

"Two more things okay? Can you do that for me princess?" His voice is soft as he looks you over.

"Yes sama. I can."

"That's my girl." He purrs, "Now go get a rag and wet it with warm water. Clean up and before you come back to bed there's a shirt in the closet for you.

You do as he says quickly and he watches from his spot on the side table as you go into the bathroom. Hears the water running and stop before you're back after a few minutes. Grabbing onto one of his skull tshirts and you realize it smells faintly of his cologne before climbing into bed after putting it on.

"Now, I want you to get pu baby and long john. I want you to cuddle them real tight." It's easy to grab the two giant stuffed animals and put them on either side of you as you settle into the giant comforter.

"Lemme hear about your day baby. Did ya finish that damn sappy romance manga?" You smile at him before going on your rant, giving him a full detailed summary of what happened and he listens responds when he can.

But the whole time all he can't think about is how fuckin beautiful you look as you excitedly talk and how badly he wants to be there in person.

For now he'll have to thank the Gods for video chat.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 7 months

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Closure

"We like Steve, but we don't love Steve," Murray said mockingly.

A wave of fury rose up in Nancy. What business is it of his? Steve has been there for her more than anyone. He didn't have to go to the dinners with her but he did, every single one of them. He walked back into the house and fought the demogorgon when he didn't have to. He could have run. He was there for her, and she was just going to let this asshole mock him? No.

"I don't think it's any of your business," Nancy snapped. "And I love Steve. Maybe not in the way that he loves me, but I love him."

"Okay, okay," Murray said, holding up his hands defensively. "Sensitive, very sensitive."

Later that night, she lay in bed thinking about Steve and Jonathan. She also thought about Barb. She should feel victorious, but there was a guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach. She thought about the gate, how it was still open, and spreading into Hawkins. They weren't the same scientists, not the ones that killed Barb, and they were trying to stop the spread, but they were failing. . . They were only keeping it at bay momentarily. What if what she did puts them at risk because all she could see was getting justice for Barb? What if it swallows the entire town? What if it kills Holly? Or her mom and Dad? Or Mike? Oh, god, what did she do? What if the lab shuts down, and they can't stop it? Will was still getting treated by the doctors when no one else could possibly help, and she dragged his brother into this. Nancy rolled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl. Jonathan popped his head into the bathroom.

"Nancy?" He asked as he knelt next to her.

"We fucked up. We shouldn't have done this. It's still open, Jonathan," Nancy said. "I didn't think about it when I saw it, and why didn't I? Why wasn't that enough for me to wake up? I was so angry. I was just so angry."

"Nancy - " Jonathan started to say.

"It's too late. I don't think I could get that creep to turn over anything now," Nancy sniffled. "God, it was so weird that he was pushing us together like that."

"Well, I mean, the idea of us isn't totally crazy, is it?" Jonathan asked.

"Jonathan. . .I'm still with Steve. . .and while I do have feelings for you, I don't think it would be a good idea. I'm still dealing with Barbara, and I could really use a friend, and I know that's not what you want to hear. I need friends to talk to. . . like you. . .like Steve. I don't think I can handle a relationship right now, not with either of you," Nancy sighed. "And I think that if you pulled your head out of your ass, you and Steve could be great friends too."

"Nance, he said some awful things - " Jonathan started to stay.

"Yeah, he apologized for those," Nancy snapped. "And you nearly killed him for it, so I think you're even."

"He's a douchebag," Jonathan scoffed.

"And you aren't? Need I remind you that you took those photos of me," she said. "And I just put everyone at risk! None of us are perfect, but do I really have to remind you that Steve put his life on the line for both of us? I could really use both of you. . . I can't lose anyone else. Can't you at least try?"

"Nancy. . . "

"Come on, you both like to cook!" Nancy said.

"He cooks? He doesn't have people do that for him?" Jonathan asked with a scoff of disbelief.

"His parents leave him alone all the time. He kind of had to fend for himself, kind of like you did, except your mom actually gives a shit," Nancy said and then paused. "Don't tell him I told you that."

"Damn it," Jonathan muttered and sighed. "Fine. I'll give the guy a chance."

"Thank you," Nancy said softly.

"I never actually apologized for taking those photos. It doesn't matter why I took those photos, I still took them, and I shouldn't have," Jonathan said. "I'm sorry, and I'm not taking it back this time. I actually mean it. Not only did I invade your privacy, but I also abused my skills as a photographer."

"Thank you for saying that," Nancy said softly. "And thank you for meaning it. There's a part of me that's always going to be a little weirded out by it, which is another reason why we shouldn't be together, but I want you to know that I do forgive you."

Nancy and Jonathan stayed on the floor in silent contemplation.

"You know, I don't think I'm ready for a relationship either," Jonathan said.

"Yeah," Nancy said softly.

There was another long moment of silence between them.

"You know, you would make a better journalist than that guy," Jonathan said.

"Yeah?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah."

When they got back to Hawkins, things had gone to shit. Will was now possessed by what the kids are calling the Mind Flayer, Steve’s like their guardian now, and El was alive, getting ready to close the gate with Hopper. Meanwhile, Steve and Nancy were looking through the heaters out on the lawn to use to get the Mind Flayer out of Will.

"You should go with him," Steve said.

"What?" Nancy asked.

"With Jonathan," Steve said.

"No, I'm not just going to leave Mike," Nancy scoffed.

"No one's leaving anyone. I may be a pretty shitty boyfriend . . . But I'm a damn good babysitter," Steve said.

"Steve. . . "

"It's okay, Nance. It's okay," Steve said softly, and her eyes filled with tears.

"You were not a shitty boyfriend! You were the best first boyfriend I could have asked for, and I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you were. I was drowning and . . . You helped. You were there. After this we'll talk properly, okay?" Nancy sniffled and hugged Steve tightly. "Just want you to know that nothing happened with Jonathan. We're just friends. I don't want to lose either of you from my life, okay? Promise?"

"I promise," Steve said.

After freeing Will from the Mind Flayer, they met up with Hop in front of Jonathan's house. Hop was pulling El out of the car when they approached. Nancy opened the front door for him, following him into the house. When they walked in, they found the kids arguing with Steve over a knocked out Billy Hargrove. Steve’s face was bloody and beaten.

"I say we bury him outside with the other demodogs," Mike scowled.

"Mike! He is a person, and he's still alive!" Steve yelled. "He's also Max's brother."

"Stepbrother!" Max corrected.

"He slammed Lucas into a wall!" Mike screeched.

"He did what?!" Joyce asked, appalled.

"What the hell is going on here?" Hopper asked as he set El on the couch.

The kids started talking at once until Steve whistled, hollered, and clapped his hands.

"Hey, shitheads! Let me do the talking," Steve replied, putting his hands on his hips.

"You really are a good babysitter," Nancy grinned.

"More like a mom," Jonathan whispered loudly, and Nancy snickered.

"He's my stepbrother," Max spoke up. "He came looking for me. He didn't want me to hang out with Lucas, and so he attacked him. Steve stepped in to help, but Billy nearly killed him, so I used the ketamine to knock him out."

"I mean, I don't think he would have killed me," Steve frowned.

"You were unconscious, and he was still beating on you," Lucas said.

"You didn't see the look on his face!" Dustin exclaimed, his face pale. "He enjoyed it!"

"Okay. I need to deal with Hargrove, but first, I need to take you to the hospital," Hopper sighed.

"I'm fine," Steve said.

"Fine?! Fine?! He smashed a plate over your head, Steve!" Dustin exclaimed.

"What?!" Nancy, Jonathan, and Joyce exclaimed.

"Uh, I'll take Steve to the hospital, and you can deal with Hargrove if it makes it easier, Hop," Jonathan said, and Hopper nodded.

"I'll go with you," Nancy said.

"I'll go too!" Dustin and Lucas exclaimed.

"We're going to need to take Will to the hospital, anyway," Joyce said.

"I'm fine," Will said.

"Is there an echo in here?" Joyce scowled. "Max and Mike, you can ride with us."

"Yeah, we can go to the hospital," Will said.

Nancy practically pushed Steve into the passenger's seat before he could protest and climbed into the back seat with the two boys.

"Hey, Steve?" Lucas asked.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, man," Lucas said softly.

"Anytime," Steve said with a grin.

Lucas lunged forward and hugged Steve from behind before plopping back down into his seat.

"Aww," Nancy, Jonathan, and Dustin said in unison.

"Oh my God! Shut up and drive!" Lucas exclaimed.

After Steve was admitted into the hospital as the doctors wanted to keep him overnight for observation, Jonathan went to check in on Will. On the way out of Steve’s room, he pulled Dustin and Lucas out of the room, leaving Nancy alone with Steve.

"You know, I have a hard time putting into words how I feel about someone. Steve, you're an important part of my life, and I want you to continue to be a part of it. I do love you, Steve, but not in the way that you want me to. I'm sorry I couldn't say that before, and I'm sorry that I hurt you. Don't say that I didn't because I did, Steve. You were there for me when not a lot of people were and you went to every dinner when you didn't have to. You held me as I cried, and you listened to me talk about Barb. I think if Barb hadn't died that night, I think I would have fallen head over heels for you, but too much has happened, and I don't know how to forget," Nancy said, crying.

"I don't think you ever forget. I think you just put one foot in front of the other and I think you'll find that it is easier to walk even with all the weight that you carry. You just get stronger," Steve shrugged and paused. "I don't want to lose you either."

"You're pretty smart, you know that? Why don't you bring it out more often?" Nancy asked.

"Some people just like me for my pretty face," Steve tried to joke.

"You're beautiful inside and out, Steve Harrington," Nancy said.

"Back at you," Steve smiled, sniffling. "I love you."

"I love you too," Nancy smiled and hugged him tightly.

Jonathan tentatively knocked on the door and popped his head in. His shoulders were a little tense.

"Can I come in?" He asked.

"Yeah," Nancy said.

"I just want to say, Steve, that it was pretty cool what you did. Those guys mean a lot to Will, and he's very grateful to you. So am I," Jonathan said.

"Thanks, man," Steve said, and then he grinned. "I guess you heard that I'm single now. Do you want a piece of this action? I have to say I'm still very fragile."

"Fuck off, man," Jonathan laughed, his shoulders relaxing. "I don't do jocks."

Nancy giggled, looking gratefully at Jonathan. It was a good start for all of them. A very good start.

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w1ldthoughts · 8 months

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Bad Decisions

A/n: anon requested! Sorry it took me so long, hope it was worth the wait.

Warning: smut

You were a rule follower. Rules were good. They guide us and keep us in line and hopefully prevent us from making detrimental mistakes. And you didn’t want to deal with the consequences of making mistakes so you tried your best to let life take its course. You and Chris dated three years and were engaged for one before you got married. He worked for a private equity firm, had graduated at the top of his class and provided you with a life that most people could only dream of. And your work-from-home job provided you extra security because your mom had always warned you to have your own bank account so you weren’t solely relying on your husband, having money of your own. Chris was a great boyfriend when you met. He was fun and adventurous and kind, who shared all of your hopes and dreams for the future. It felt like you had met your perfect match. But then you got married and he got complacent. There were no more surprise date nights or trips to the Bahamas. Your nights were occupied by stuffy rich-guy dinners, impressing CEOs of various companies and rubbing elbows with trophy wives who hated their husbands. Over time, you eventually became one of them. It wasn’t that Chris was a bad man, he just loved his job more than he would ever love you. And after five years of essentially being ignored, you had hit an emotional wall.

Until you met him.

Chris had dragged you to the Chargers Invitational, a golf tournament that doubled as a fundraiser for the Chargers Impact Fund. Of course, his firm was a big donor and your husband would never miss an opportunity for a photo op and to parade you around like the trophy you’d become. It was humiliating. After shaking hands with countless players, other donors and random people whose names you couldn’t remember, you went inside for a moment of peace. You were nursing your second “Sex on the Beach” cocktail when he grabbed a seat next to you.

“I see you’ve found my hiding spot.” His voice was so soothing, like a warm hug.

It took everything in you not to look up from your drink. “How does the face of the franchise even manage to hide at team events? Don’t you have treaties to sign and babies to kiss?”

He laughed and placed his drink on the table. “You make me sound like European royalty, which I am very much not.” He holds a hand out for you to shake, a wide smile plastered on his face when you finally decide to meet his gaze. “I’m Justin by the way, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I know who you are, golden boy,” you utter softly, your heart beating in your ears. “I’m y/n.”

From the first day, you felt it. That spark, that unspoken tension in the room that was obvious to both of you. But then you looked down at your left hand and were reminded of the commitment you made and you couldn’t do it. But of course the universe wanted to punish you anyway. Chris’ firm had partnered with the Chargers during the offseason which included a few appearances at Sofi stadium. Chris was in New York for a conference during one of these appearances and begged you to go. The donors were to be partnering with a player and collecting donations for a non-profit benefiting the Los Angeles inner city area. Of course, you were partnered up with Justin. He was clad in a black suit that fit him perfectly and the two of you made your rounds, collecting a total of $15,000 in donations by the end of the night. You were getting ready to order your Uber when Justin offered to take you home.

“Can we make a quick stop on the way?” You asked and he nodded, laughing to himself when you told him where you wanted to go.

The two of you sat in the parking lot of Dairy Queen, thoroughly enjoying your blizzards. “When I was in college, my parents used to get these for us all the time, this reminds me of home a little bit.”

“I’m a sucker for ice cream. Very much into the whole dessert before dinner thing. Also an advocate for dessert after dinner. It’s nice to have someone to share it with for a change.” You whisper sadly.

He looks at you with an equally dejected expression. “I don’t mean to pry but, do you and your husband not eat together?”

“Oh it’s fine.” You wave him off. “Um, we don’t do anything together. Not anymore. I am basically married to myself most of the time and he makes a cameo appearance when it’s a money making opportunity.” You laugh sadly, disappointed at how your life has gone.

“I don’t know, it’s like he only married me because it looks good to have a wife on your arm when it comes to talking to investors. Being a husband makes you look more trustworthy with people’s money in a sense.”

“That is…terrible.” He exclaims. “You should be with someone who makes you happy and cherishes every waking moment because they get to wake up next to you. And of course, someone to enjoy blizzards with.”

“You deserve more.”

When he said that, something in you broke. You reached over to cup his face in your hands and kissed him like you’ve never kissed anyone before. There was so much fire and desire in the kiss, until he pulled away.

“Y/n, I don’t know if we should do this. If we start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

“Then don’t.” You said simply.

He connected your lips again, his tongue gaining access to the inside of your mouth with a muffled moan as you smiled into the kiss. It had been so long since you’d been kissed this way that it sent shivers down every inch of your body. When he dropped you off at home, you couldn’t wait to do it again.

So you did…for the next three months.

You spent every waking moment you could together. You surprised him one weekend by renting out a place in Oregon when he went home. And you spent countless nights in his house watching movies and bonding with his cat. As much as you had prided yourself in following the rules before, you couldn’t help but feel the most alive you’d ever felt when you were with Justin. He was kind and dedicated to his job but when he was with you it wasn’t about football, it was about life and the endless possibilities of the world. A world that had gone gray for you during your marriage. A world that was now full of vibrant colors because you were definitely falling in love with the Chargers quarterback. You needed to have a talk with your husband when he came home from his latest work trip.

“Well…Chris just texted to let me know that he’s not coming home until Monday so, we have the place to ourselves for the next two days. What do you wanna do?” You beamed at him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

The look on his face didn’t match your excitement. “What are we doing here? I mean, I thought this was just going to be a short fling where we have a little fun and then pretend it never happened. But I don’t think I can do that anymore. I can’t do this anymore.”

Your face drops, “Justin what—what do you mean you can’t do this anymore?”

“I mean that I’m in love with a married woman and if I keep doing this I’m just going to end up looking like an idiot when you inevitably choose him over me. Not sure I can handle that.” He sighs, your foreheads touching before he takes a step back. “I should go, I’m so sor—”

“Justin, I love you.” You state honestly, stopping him in his tracks. “I love you, not Chris. And you’re right it’s not fair to you. I’m going to talk to him when he gets home and ask for a divorce. Someone reminded me that I deserve more. And I think I’ve found it. It’s you.”

The way he tipped your chin up to kiss you spoke louder than any words he could say. Both of his hands tenderly held your face, allowing the two of you to melt into the kiss as you grabbed onto his shirt to pull him in even closer. “I love you too,” he mumbled against your lips when you broke apart for a breath. He led you upstairs, taking his time with you, his fingers finding your sweet spot and talking you through your first orgasm. His movements were slow and meticulous, taking his time with you as he felt his own arousal increase by the second at your sounds of pleasure. You watched in anticipation as he rolled the condom on and made his way back to you in bed. Your arms were lazily placed around his neck as your stomachs were pressed against each other and his lips placed chaste kisses along your neck and shoulder. Allowing yourself to fully relax at the feeling of his pillowy lips, Justin lined himself up against your entrance and pushed in slowly, waves of ecstasy flooding the room. He maintained a steady rhythm with his thrusts, holding one of your hands against the bed while his other hand held your hips steady, your moans matching his strength for strength like you were perfectly made for each other. You squeezed his fingers in the hand that was firmly holding yours, eyes falling shut. It had been so long since you felt wanted, loved and cared for. This was the first time in a long time that you felt beautiful. And then he abruptly stopped.

“Are you okay? Should—should we stop?” He sounded breathless as he pulled out and you opened your eyes to see a slight glimmer on his skin.

“Yeah I’m fine,” you barely got out, “more than fine.” Justin ran his thumb under your eye to wipe a tear that you hadn’t even felt coming down your face. “This is just so much better than I could imagine and I guess it just got me emotional.” You let out a wet laugh and he joined in, wrapping his arms around you and holding you until you fell asleep.

You woke up to the sound of the front door opening and Chris walked up the stairs to find you and Justin in bed.

“I came home early to surprise you but I guess I’m the one who’s surprised.” He bit out.

Your life as a rule follower has definitely just become a lot more interesting.

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ghostismybbygorl · 1 year

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Some silly cod headcannons

Ghosty ghost

Hes got the witch doctor squishable in a keychain version and then the medium size plushie (soap gave him the keychain one)

He sometimes forgets hes wearing his baklava and ends up, taking a shower with it on. (insert im washing me and my clothes vine)

He's terrified of snakes

He loves abba and will blast dancing queen and sing to it when hes alone (soap caught him singing to it once and lets just say he ended up with a black eye and broken nose)

Hes 35

He loves the Steven king books the shining is one of his favorites

He loves romcoms but is also total psychological horror, fanatic. He absolutely hates the horror movies with jump scares because he can predict when it happens.

He owns a pair of skeleton feet socks, and wears them all the time.

he owns a whole library of dad joke books

He secretly has a Pinterest

The only social media he has is Instagram (soap made him to download it) and TikTok

watches anime with soap and gaz

Hes kinda sorta vegetarian not for a choice, he just doesnt like meat but he'll eat it if he has to.

He loves abba because it reminds him of his mom (rip ghosts mom)

Blind af he wears contacts, has prescription sunglasses, hes got a pair of these glasses only price knows about it

Carries contact solution with him everywhere

It takes alot to make him laugh but when he does he has a BOOMING LOUD laugh. It like echos through the hallways

Hates getting his photo taken but when he does he either throws up a ✌🏻, 🖕🏼, or the British version of the middle finger

He smokes american spirits

Has slight autism but masks really well

Loves Kentucky bourbon

He has a black cat named Anubis and spoils him rotten

Still a virgin

Soapy soap

Used to be a stripper (had to pay the bills somehow)

He LOVES music festivals

Bros got adhd for days hes like a whole ass ball of energy

Does the leg twitch

Hes 27

He loves dogs

This man SNORES like a motherfucker

Can play the bagpipes but he only brings them out on special occasion

Hes got a tactical kilt that price gave him as a gag gift for Christmas (he secretly loves it and wore it to training once)

Hes roman catholic

Hes got a tattoo of saint michael on his chest for protection.

His patron saint is saint michael

He crinkle his eyes when he smiles he also has a crooked smile

He used to have braces when he was younger

Hes got two little sisters ones 17 and the other is 26 that he absolutely loves and he's PROTECTIVE over them. When his youngest sister brought home her first boyfriend he was sitting on the table sharpening his knifes and told him "if you hurt my baby sister ill fuck you up"

Gym rat

Hes got ALL the social media. Him and gaz have a 300 day streak going on in snapchat. His instagrams are just pictures of him flexing at the gym and occasionally silly photos of him and his sisters. Hes got a tiktok and posts stupid videos of everyone

Hes got a photo of him in full blown drag makeup that his sister did on him

He's bisexual

He lost his virginity at 15

The scar on his chin was from his sister when they where kids. They where 11 and she pushed him causing him to fall on a rock and cut his chin open. He had to get 20 stitches

He watches romcoms with ghost

He loves to draw and he keeps a little doodle book with him at all times

Hes dyslexic

Hes Pretty messy his room is scattered with clothes

He can pop every bone in his body

He punches the air when he gets excited

Loves lizzo, doja cat, and cardi b

papa price

He has a whole collection of cigars that he buys when he travels to different countries

Has a german shepard name leo

Him and laswell are best friends and go on friend dates all the time

He got his first grey hair when he was 17 and was able to grow a beard at the age too

Everyone thinks hes in his 40's but in reality hes 37

He love to hunt and his house has taxidermy animals everywhere

He has a little brother and a older brother. His little brother is 27 and his older brother is 41

He has 2 nieces and 4 nephews (his younger brother has a girl and a boy and his older brother has 2 boys and a girl.

Hes the best damn uncle ever and he spoils the kids rotten.

He reads all the time. His favorite genre is nonfiction auto biographies

He likes to watch sci-fi movies and history documentaries

Says the most random facts ever and no one knows how get learns them

He grunts when he sits down

He has chronic knee pain and they pop when he sits or squats

He dresses like a dad in his civilian clothes gaz and soap make fun of him and joke around calling him papa price

Hes the god father of laswell's kid (she and her wife have a daughter together )

He laughs like santa clause

He shaved his bearded once and everyone thought he was a different person

He's got a baby face under the beard of his

He has a whole collection of hats

Hes gay but everyone thinks he's straight until he mentions his boyfriend

He owns a bearded dragon named roger

He gets carsick so he always has to sit in the front seat

He LOVES ted lasso and dressed up as him one Halloween

Gazzy gaz

Loves anime

Hes very shy when he first meets someone but eventually opens up and is super talkative

Smokes that schweed to help his anxiety (price caught him once but understood when he explained it to him) he only smokes when hes not on a mission

soap smokes with him

He loves the percy jackson books and binge reads them (hes read the series 6 times)

He 26

Hes a only child

His dad is from atlanta and his mom is from london

He used to do ballet when he was a kid and hes still super flexible

He travels from London to atlanta alot

He can dance really well

He Loves country music and is a huge orville peck fan. price suprised him with tickets to see him and he FLIPPED his shit.

Hes gay

He has a grey cat named totoro and a black cat named percy (his full name purrcy jackson the 2nd)

He hates broccoli with a passion

He accidentally called price dad before but, now he does it ironically

He has a collection of baseball caps

He loves baseball and american football

He often quotes vines and tiktok memes. Price will look at him like hes fucking crazy when he does a tiktok dance or quotes something

His tiktok is of him doing dances and soap likes to do it with him too

He will send the most random photos to soap on snapchat.

He loves phycological horror so he'll watch them with ghost. Soap will try to watch it with them but gets too scared.

His favorite movie is silence if the lambs and he will quote "it rubs the lotion on its skin" when he sees someone putting on lotion. That was one of the times ghost laughed. Soap was putting lotion on his skin and kyle snuck up behind him and said that quote causing soap to scream like a girl.

Thats all i got rn i'll do Alejandra rudy next if this gets likes

#ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #soap mactavish #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #fanfic #cod #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #gaz #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #john price #captain price #price #kate laswell #headcannons

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insane4fandoms · 11 months

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I am starving for any pining Mack content. He is such a simp but he doesn’t want to admit it to himself. Go wild with the writing; I just want ANYTHING at this point lmao

Oh honey you have no idea how many story ideas I have that involves Mack for which I cannot write for the life of me 😭

Here are the list I can narrow down, but a nice list indeed;

- Found family crew where they drag Mack, kicking and screaming, into their bonding time. Mack is too stubborn to allow his touch starved ass to ever get close to his crew.

- Mack finding out Captain is a lust demon (or just a regular demon, your pick) and just melts whenever they use their tail on him and is a second away from passing out.

- Dictator! Captain with head engineer Mack, making him fall to his knees because they said “Remember who’s still in charge,”

- Straight up smut with him being a bottom

- My Corrupted! Mack Au where he becomes part of real life, and Viewer just ogles him like eye candy.

- Dictator Mack showing a mean and dark front for the colony, but behind closed doors, is a malewife and adores Captain like a deity.

- Mack is a professional cook and secretly makes pastries for Captain. Captain finds like and makes him all flustered.

- Short Captain having the strength of 1,000 men, lifting up Mack like it was nothing, and Mack’s brain short circuiting.

- Tall Captain who loves to loom over Mack, getting close and kissing the top of his head, reminding Mack why he signed up for this job.

- Alien Captain and Mack, with them showing him the wonders of space and beauty of the galaxy.

- Cute space date with Mack with Chica third wheeling.

- College au with Nerd! Mack. I totally headcanon him to be a nerd, glasses and everything.

- Polyamorous Crew with trying to get into Mack’s pants.

- Sick Mack getting taken care of, and silently cried when he realized his is loved and cared for.

- Gunther being the dog to his cat, and threatens to everyone that only he is allowed to mess with Mack.

- Mark getting into shit with Space police and Mack helping him escape, only because he’s the co head engineer of course!

- Nose kisses for Mack, where his nose turns red like his ears.

- Mack singing like an absolute god, where the whole crew hears it and falls in love right then and there.

- Mack getting overstimulated by stress and noises, where the Captain comforts him.

- Angsty Lovers to Enemies with Dictator Mack.

- Captain getting jealous for Mack and gets possessive over him.

- Birthday surprise for Mack.

- Jacksepticeye! Mack and Head Engineer! Mack being chaotic twins.

- All of the Mack variants being little shits on board the ship with the crew practically babysitting them.

- Mack getting embarrassed because his baby photos were found and shared by the leaders.

- Mack secretly being affectionate towards Chica after claiming he hates her (no one can truly hate Chica).

- Mack getting stuck on a circuit wall then porn happens-

#in space with markiplier #iswm #iswm mack

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hey, hope ur doing fine but i have a request

i really loved that bratty taeyong fic sm it made me go dfghjklm and I see you're a jeno stan soooo would u do one with sub jeno who had been acting like a brat all day just so you'd punish him and fuck him dumb BUT reader will just give him "no punishment" as a punishment and he'll be so frustrated bcz his antics didn't work as he planned?????! like reader will be gentle and kiss him softly, ignoring how horny he is

im sure you'll eat this up

Fucking died, this is such a hot idea like damn—I would've took u out on a date, anon—and yes, jeno is my ult, my man, my puppy and my whore🤧

Don't be gentle

Pairing: brat!jeno x brat-tamer!f!reader

Synopsis: when your boyfriend tested your patience whole day, broke your rules and being acting like a total brat just to get your attention but when his plan backfire at him, he's left at your own mercy.

Warning: orgasm denying, edging, overstimulating, teasing, slight handjob, master kink, degradation, pet names, (foot work ???), lmk if I missed sth.

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It was hard. It was so hard, but you had to keep reminding yourself of the plan. Shutting down your phone, you breathed in and out, closing your eyes, trying to erase the memory of what you just saw and heard from your mind.

Feeling your skin heat up, you fanned around your neck and face because you know you're starting to turn red.

Taking deep breaths, you pushed your chair in and tried focusing on your work but the video your boyfriend had sent you was stuck in your head and whenever you try to focus on something else, his lewd needy moans and chants of your name as he desperately fucked into his fist made your head whirl.

Looking around your workplace, you crossed your legs, discreetly rubbing your thight to releave yourself a bit, a breathy whine slipped your bitten lips at the feeling of your soaked panties. Oh, he was all in.

you bit the inside of your cheek as you smiled at one of your workers when she asked you if you were alright.

The video of him overstimulating himself between pinching his nipple and jerking himself to fondling with his balls and the cry he let when he cummed all over his thighs and the couch made your blood boil. He disobeyed you and had the audacity to send you a clip of his little adventure while you're at work.

Even scrolling through your photos wasn't a safe thing to do in public anymore as it's flooded with NSFW pictures of him spreading his legs for you, many pictures where he caught himself in every possible angle.

Looking around the office, you noticed no one noticed your reaction, and you were thankful. Two hours left, and you would finally go back home and deal with the man sitting on your bed, giggling at what he had sent you.

When he started this, you warned him, but he didn't listen. It first started with him touching you in public at the business dinner you brought him in with you, teasing you and whispering in your ear everything he wanted you to do to him and everything he can do to you if you let him.

You went home tired that night so you let him go away with what he did but clearly that wasnt what he wanted as the next day, when you were with your friends chilling in your apartment, he would saunter around in loose tank tops, black tees, or with no shirts at all but a towel hanging loosely around his waist, something about his morning workouts but you didnt hear anything he said as you felt your head throb —and your pussy—cause he looked like a fucking meal, ready to be devoured and you noticed how he enjoyed it whem your friends ogled at him.

You remember digging your nails on the couch so you won't yank him by the hair and drag him to the bedroom and make him behave, but you held yourself.

But what he sent you was the last blow as he had pushed all your buttons. A video of him jerking with one of your panties hanging from his red tip, moaning your name, and whining how it should he you doing that to him and how he can't wait because you didn't fuck him properly last time. Total brat.

Finishing your work, you calmly drove back home, humming to the song playing on the radio, and when you arrived home, you pushed the front door open, to be met with silence.

it calmer than usual. Walking to the living room, you noticed a stain on the couch, and you took a deep breath before ignoring it and padding to the bedroom.

You saw jeno on the bed with disheveled wet hair, you guessed he took a shower after he finished pleasure himself as the faint scent of his body wash reached you.

When he heard you entering, he put his phone down and folded his knees, a smug grin on his face, "Hey, master, missed you," the way the name rolled on his tongue smoothly made you smirk in your head. He thought you're going to ravish him for all that he did, but boy was wrong.

Giving him a sweet smile —a genuine one—you walked towards him, and he perked up, the corners of his lips lifting but when you ruffled his damp hair, he tilted his head at you and you couldn't help the giggle that left you, "was my puppy bored without me around?" You carassd his cheek with your thumb, noting how his shoulders sagged a little, "I...what..."

Kissing the corner of his lips, you walked to the shower, "Go set a movie, I remember you wanting to watch the movie about that hunted museum." You called before shutting the door behind you.

Jeno eyed the closed door with a gapped mouth, brows furrowed on why he's not handcuffed and edged already. He was a slut for your punishment and he won't bother hiding it because it's what he wants and loves and won't shy about how pleasurable he finds it when you're rough and mean to him, it basically drives him crazy and leave him boneless and oh so satisfied after you use him to your heart extent.

With a pout, he stood up and trudged to the living room to prepare for the movie night. It was already evening when you finished and threw one of jeno's favorite shirts on, with no bra, just panties.

Spraying your favorite perfume on your neck and wrists, you hummed as you padded towards the kitchen and a smirk curled on your lips. You were going to enjoy what you're going to do so so much.

Seeing how busy he was doing the dishes, you walked towards him, and he suddenly stopped. He must have caught your perfume because it was quite strong. Feeling the heat radiating from your body, he smirked, finally!

You crept your hands under his thin shirt and he immediately relaxed under your touch, running your fingers over his chest and down his abs before hugging his waist tightly, making him feel your bare chest against his back, the tin fabric of his shirt allowing him to sense your hard nipples that were peeking under your shirt, making his throat dry as he licked over his dry lips, "h-how was work t-today?"

"It was...interesting," you hummed, your lips pressing gentle kisses along the side of his neck, "how was yours, my good boy," jeno shuddered at the softness of your lips as you kissed down his neck to his shoulder blade and he involuntary tilted his head for you to give you more access to mark his neck.

Good boy. He felt so small when you called him that, but he knows he's nothing but that. Jeno really loves it when you praise him when he's good or when he does as you say. It gives him such a rush knowing how good he makes you feel when he fucks you or eats you out as you repeatedly tell him what a good boy he is, making you feel so so good but this one wasn't a praise because he knows he didn't do anything good, he knows he did everything but being good.

his hands left the water to grip at the counter when your hands that were busy roaming over his defined torso fondled with the strings of the waistband of his basketball shorts, "you had a very busy day, didn't you?" You whispered, kissing under his ear.

"You did what you did because you wanted my attention, right puppy?" Jeno frantically nodded his head, his eyes screwed shut as you slowly pumped him, "y-yeah, need you, so so b-bad, all t-time, shit," his chest now heavens when your other hand went to his throat, making him threw his head back, "yeah? My attention?" You taunted, "yes, please," you smirked at your work when you saw red blotch forming on the delicate skin of his throat.

Pulling away completely, he whined and gave you his best puppy eyes, begging you to give him something—anything but you didn't even spare him a backward glance as you sauntered to the living room, swaying your hips before plopping down on the couch and patted the space bext to you, "Come here,"

Jeno pouted, he was flustered and horny at your teasing but neverthless followed you before dropping down and leaning his back on the armrest and spreading his thighs for you to sit between his legs and lean on his chest; your favorite position while watching a movie.

Making yourself comfortable, you made sure to rub your ass down on the prominent bulge, and when you heard a low groan, you smiled, "you good, babe?" You carassd the skin of his thigh, eyes transed on the tv.

With a sickeningly sweet voice, you asked him, "Honey, you okay?" You carassd his cheek, and he leaned into your hand, sniffing. You had to not pull your hand away and let him have the moment.

Jeno looked down at you, a more evident pout as you kept ignoring him, his puppy ears —if he had ones— would be flat on his head.

Throughout the movie, you sensed him playing with your hair, making you drowsy a little, but when he whimperd softy and tugged at the sleeve of your shirt to get your attention, you turned your head, his glossy eyes immediately made you turn fully facing him.

Waiting for him to speak, you saw him looking down at his hands, fumbling with his fingers. With your index finger, you lifted his face to meet your eyes, "I thought you wanted my attention, no? Am I not giving you my attention, love?" You hummed, taking his hands before kissing his palms.

Pretty boys who get shy at asking for attention. That what he was. Your pretty boy, but he was no shy. He was frustrated that his plan didn't work. Frustrated that you're not mad. Frustrated that you didn't punish him.

Moving your legs, you straddled his lap and cupped his cheeks in your hands, "tell me what you want," you murmured, lips inches apart. feeling you rocking your hips slowly against his neglected cock, he whimperd, closing his eyes and biting on his lips to stifle a moan.

Grabbing candy from the bowl of snacks, you looked at him with a smile, "open your mouth, tongue out," blinking his tears away, you saw his eye sparkle before doing as you told him.

Letting his tongue out, you placed the candy on the tip of his tongue before smirking and sucking in it and moaning at the taste. Taking the candy down your throat, jeno tried kissing you by grabbing the back of your neck and your hips, and you let him.

Hearing him moan in your mouth when you bit his tongue, your core clenched around nothing, grinding down, jeno moaned louder againt your mouth as his lips limply carassd yours, too focused on you grinding down on him, making you pull back.

"Okay that's it. On four. Hurry," with a smile you missed to see, jeno dropped to his knees by the couch, his shorts and boxers gone by the time you sat and leaned againt the back rest.

"If you're thinking you're getting what you think you're getting, you're wrong baby boy," jeno looked at your with wide eyes, "Master, I—"

"No. You wanna be punished? Fine," stretching your leg, you pressed yoir flat foot againt his cock and ordered him to hump it, a smirk curling on your lips when he whimperd at your slow ministration.

Like a slut in heat, jeno started rocking against your foot, feeling you pressing back, he cried. He was clearly sensitive and the overstimulation made his mind go hazy, and when he looked up and saw the way you were looking down at him with a an amused smile, made his cock twitch, "my slut, look at you, rutting against my foor like bitch in heat," yanking his hair, his head jerks up and he mwels, "are you close?" He all but moaned, rocking his hips faster in desperation.

"I asked you a question and you fucking answer." You repeated more sternly. "Yes- y-yes, I'm so close..c-close, I..I–" Seeing his thighs shake, you pulled your foot away, enjoying his wide teary eyes that stared back at you "You won't get anything tonight, puppy, until you apologize for being such a brat."

Putting your foot on his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your ankle, his wet lips kissing there, the tears soaking his cheeks wetting your leg, "please, I—"

Sliding your foot down, you ordered him to fuck againt your foot again, "No cumming till you learn your lesson and apologize, now hurry slut." Hearing him whimper and whine, you smiled. He won't apologize, and you know it. It's what he wanted but not what he needed.

"Crying won't get you anything. Do you think you'll get what you want by begging and pleading? Oh, darling, it's not how it works around here, and you know it." You cooed, "I've treated you so well, didn't I, puppy?" You pushed his shoulder with your foot to stop kissing you so he'd lean back on his feet and look at you.

"I've been treating you like a prince this whole time, and this is how you repay me? By being a brat? We are going to fix that attitude of yours. Remember who's in charge here."

#sub jeno smut #nct lee jeno smut #lee jeno x reader #sub kpop idol smut #lee jeno imagination #nct dream #lee jeno #nct

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beyondxmeasure · 19 days

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My collection of fics written for the One Direction fandom, most recent listed first. Subscribe here for new fic & chapter updates!

✨ Thanks for reading! ✨

♾️ Near You Now

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When a leaky bathroom sink turns into a minor flood, Harry has to act fast. So, he thinks of the closest (and most unlikely) way to find home repair help… Grindr. The last thing he expects from this quick fix is to find anything long term.

Or... A Grindr AU inspired by this very real DM exchange as seen in this tumblr post.

♾️ Paint a Rainbow Inside My Heart

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A story about hiding in plain sight and the journey to revealing your truth, told in six acts. Or, the five times Harry queer coded with actions, behaviors or clothing and the one time he was too proud to hide it anymore.

🏳️‍🌈 Written for the @1dpridefest

♾️ The Habit I Can't Break

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While searching for a healthy alternative to fill the void that one habit left, Louis gets hooked on something and someone totally different. This new experience pushes him way out of his comfort zone, making Louis realize he’s capable of so much more than he could’ve ever imagined.

Or… The one where Louis quits smoking and tries to get healthy, and Harry is the fitness instructor who helps him achieve those goals while making him sweat in and out of the gym. In which Harry and Louis still meet at bootcamp, just not the one you’re thinking of.

Featuring Lottie as the supportive sister who drags her brother to bootcamp class, Louis as the grumpy (and very recently) ex-smoker, and Harry as the instructor with exhausting amounts of enthusiasm and one obnoxious pair of yellow trainers.

♾️ Forget About the World Outside, Because It's Just Me and You Tonight

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Explicit | 4K | Larry | Post-Brit Awards Smut

Harry’s swept the Brits, bringing home four awards. He couldn’t be prouder and can’t wait to share his excitement with his favorite person, who he knows is waiting for him in the limo to take him home. He can’t help it if his mind starts to wander while the press snaps photos of him with his statuettes. All he can think about is the warm welcome he knows he’s bound to receive.

But first, Harry will have some repenting to do for a particular comment he made to the world about one, Stanley Tucci.

Or... The one where Louis didn’t care much for Harry’s acceptance speech for the Album of the Year award and needs to remind him that it’s Louis (not some bald American twat) who Harry loves more than anyone else in the world.

♾️ Let Your Heart Be Light

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Louis Tomlinson, a self-proclaimed holiday-hater, loses his job two weeks before Christmas. Broke and desperate to see his family back home in England, he takes the only job left at the mall as one of Santa’s helpers. Harry is an unconventional mall Santa, the youngest one they’ve had in years, but with as much holiday spirit as any other seasoned Saint Nick. He’s determined to un-Grinch the new guy in Santa’s Village if it takes until Christmas, then he finds out the devastating reason Louis has lost his Christmas cheer. Will Harry be just the thing Louis needs to help him get his sparkle back?

Featuring Liam as the manager at Santa's Village, Niall as an easy-going Irish elf and Harry's best friend, grumpy Grinch Louis and his best friend Zayn and one matchmaking Mrs. Claus.

♾️ Lazy Days and Pancakes for Two

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Teen+ | 4K | Larry | Established Relationship | Domestic Fluff

They haven't seen each other in eighteen days. What better way to spend a much-needed tour break than having a lazy day watching shit TV and having breakfast in bed with your husband.

♾️ I Gave Up Hope and Found You Instead

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The entire village warned him not to go. Still, the peculiar boy from Eroda set sail on an odd-numbered day and, without knowing it, headed straight into the Our Flag Means Death universe. While being held captive aboard the pirate ship Revenge, the boy meets a fisherman named Louis.

Tasked by the captain to teach the reluctant boy to fish, Louis struggles to hide his frustration and hold his tongue. As difficult as it was to deal with this clumsy stranger, the skilled fisherman had worse assignments and more unpleasant partners, but none of them with a smile as bright as this peculiar boy had. A moment of unexpected distress catches them off guard, and both soon find out it’s much easier to catch feelings than fish.

Or, Where the "Adore You" music video ends and the Our Flag Means Death canon begins.

🐟 Written for @erodaficfest

♾️ I Was Born like This, Don't Even Gotta Try

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A Gucci suit to get on your knees for… Louis and Harry return home after a long day of promo events and cocktail parties. They’re both exhausted, but that doesn’t stop Louis from keeping a promise he made to Harry in the limo earlier that night.

A certain geometric Gucci suit might have played a part in helping Louis’ keep that promise.

♾️ A Simple Twisted Fate

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Global rock star Harry Styles has some time to kill between tour dates and stumbles into a Doncaster tattoo shop with a desire for some new ink. He has a few other desires as well, but those he must keep to himself.

Louis Tomlinson, owner of Twisted Fate Tattoos, has seen enough of the tabloids and thinks he knows everything there is to know about this world-famous rock star, and he’s not impressed.

Harry may be one of the world's biggest stars known for a lavish lifestyle, crazy parties and entourages of women wherever he goes, but he’s more than just what his image and wild reputation suggests.

Things take an interesting turn when Louis finds out he’s been helping satisfy Harry’s voracious pain kink. Bet he'd love to know that not only is Louis a gifted tattoo artist, but an experienced Dom as well. Perhaps they both have something to learn from each other, if only Louis would give Harry a chance. Maybe their paths crossing was more than just a twist of fate, but the universe’s plan all along.

Written for @subharryficfest

⚓ Update (11.1.22): New installment in the ‘Twisted’ universe coming soon!

♾️ Just a Little Taste Before I Go

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Explicit | 4K | Larry | OTRA Tour | Kink Exploration

Just before showtime, Harry has a bit of nervous energy and needs help to settle himself before he and the boys hit the stage in Milwaukee. Louis knows just the place.

Or… The one where Harry and Louis just need to... ahem, blow off some steam in a storage closet and wind up dabbling in some unplanned kink exploration—and we find out what really happened before they took the stage that night of OTRA tour… you know the one.

Written for @subharryficfest

♾️ Climbing the Swells

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One surfer out of his depth amongst some territorial locals makes a bold move and a very unwelcome entrance. After things go wrong, another surfer reluctantly takes mercy on him, offering some first-aid and unexpected hospitality aboard his Airstream. A couple dimples and a few wayward curls go a long way to soften one surly local, and what started out as a rough morning becomes a very sunny spot to the day.

Or… The one where a clumsy Harry and a stubborn Louis reconcile their grievances on the beach, with a heartfelt apology from Louis on his knees without saying a word.

🏖️ Written for @hlsummerfest2021

♾️ I Know You Rider (Gonna Miss Me when I’m Gone)

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Waiting in line at the Big Dipper, one angsty skater punk gets paired with a chilled out hippy boy, by way of a single-rider line. Together, they ride one of Cypress Gardens’ oldest wooden roller coasters. Will this easy-going stranger in tie-dye make Louis forget his fear of heights, or turn their rickety ramble into a nightmare on steel wheels? Either way, it will be a ride Louis won’t soon forget.

Or… The one where Louis hates hippies and roller coasters and Harry tries to fix that with lots of fun facts, terrible puns and perhaps one very life-changing moment in a dark tunnel.

🏖️ Written for @hlsummerfest2021

🍋 Part 1 of Arcades & Lemonade. Part 2 coming soon-ish!

♾️ Freedom Always Comes with a Price

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A shared dream brings them together onto the X-factor stage, but one decision changes Harry and Louis’ lives overnight. Thrust into a world of instant stardom, they're forced to live a lie to sustain their dreams, but years of living in the shadows and under strict management take its toll.

With the band's impending hiatus, there’s no better time for change, so they think.

Desperate for a solution, they turn to an unlikely source with a radical plan. An unfortunate accident sets everything in motion, but not how they intended, leaving Louis’ memories altered, Harry broken-hearted and full of regret.

Can Harry figure out a way to fix everything? Will he even want to once he sees how Louis moved on after the hiatus? Will Louis ever find out the truth of their past, and can he forgive Harry after all this time?

In the end, two friends find out that memories are elusive, trust is everything and love is the only antidote.

💥 Written for @onedirectionbigbang

♾️ Longing like a Searchlight

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Louis moves in with his friend Harry and soon thoughts of his new flatmate are anything but innocent. When it comes to acting on those urges while he’s alone, Louis has no control, and it doesn’t take long for his primal impulses to turn into deep, urgent longing the more time they spend together.

An unexpected family event takes Harry home for the weekend. Will it be the catalyst that finally brings them together, or what tears them apart when Louis overhears what Harry reveals to his mother about his true feelings?

Or... The Five times Louis almost gets caught during a salacious moment of self-care and the one time he did... a roommates-to-lovers fic with lots of feels.

Written for @1d5xfest

#one direction fanfiction #1d fanfiction #one direction #one direction fics #1d fics masterpost #fic masterpost #cyantific fics

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kazewhara · 2 years

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y’know at first I just saw him as like a son to me, because he kind of has baby face with two moles under each eye that I didn't realize he had because at first I thought they were dirt on my screen. I DONT KNOW WHY EXACTLY?!!?@)#(#) because like Ah, he's cute, I admit but he's just cute nothing else cuz Scara ✋. But then, I dreamt of him!!?! It was a vague one too but his photos are everywhere and I just got drawn towards him, then I saw your post about him. And I'm like damn, what now? FR THO there's seems like magnet here??! And now I can't stop his wine colored hair, lovely green eyes that reminds me of green apples, that smile??? His outfit??! his hands... Uhm, ugh,, he's probably shitty or he kind of looks toned too, uhmm his fighting style? I TOTALLY FORGOT IT WAS BECAUSE WE ARE TOTALLY LIKE SIMILAR IN TERMS PF PERSONALITY!!! except he's probably an extrovert. Zu, this is kind of my first time talking to you and I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable.

aye man, all i said about heizou is "holy fuck he's so cool and i like him and i need him" and i had to physically restrain myself from saying more bc if i went down that rabbit hole, there would be no pulling me out. everyone ELSE went down dat hole, nawt me 😭

AND I WILL NOT LET YOU DRAG ME DOWN WITCHU, DON'T DESCRIBE HIM LIKE DAT, LALALALALAAA I CAN'T HEAR YEWWW

#z anon #why would you make me uncomfy?#i enjoy talking about things like this cmon :(

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abellaheart-blog · 2 years

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Bucci gang (+Trish) reacting to their darling wearing jewelry customized to their Stand/Clothing Part 1 Bruno Bucciarati & Panacotta Fugo

Author Note: There’s plenty of part 5 merchandise and it includes jewelry. I own quite a bit of them which inspired these headcanons. If you’re wondering where you can get them I’ll mention it at the bottom for you. I’ll have general headcanons and their reaction to each article of jewelry you decide to wear. Also since there’s a 10 photo limit I’ll separate these in parts.

Summary: You went out and ordered customized jewelry based on their outfits or stands. Your time and effort is paid off with their reactions.

Bruno Bucciarati

For dear Bruno he thinks you went above and beyond. He’s impressed and happy to see you’d wear jewelry to match with his outfit. It’s so unexpected. He’s praising you. He’ll kiss your neck and whisper compliments if you wear the earrings. If you wear the necklace expect plenty of attention and hickeys. If you wear the ring he’ll kiss your hand and give you the most loving eyes. Now he has the strong desire to get a dress (or matching outfit if you’re not into dresses) tailored like his outfit for you. He wants to match with you. Huge brownie points if you wear the dress (or outfit) with the whole set (earrings, ring, and necklace). He has the biggest smirk on his face because everyone knows you’re his. If his stand see’s the jewelry he’ll have about the same reaction as Bruno. Though zipperman will immediately carry you and drag you to the couch for cuddles. One biggest plus was when people start calling you Mrs. Bucciarati. You were both left flustered but Bruno can’t contain his happiness. He’ll have the sweetest smile plastered on his face at such a thought. The more you’re called Mrs. Bucciarati the more he turns into a lovestricken mess.

“They’re amazing, tesoro. You got every detail right. Bellissima... absolutely wonderful.”

Necklace Reaction

“This necklace..” He holds it fondly. “It looks great on you. I like it.” He kisses it looking at you with a sweet smile. After looking it over he simply can’t resist leaning in and kissing your neck.

Earrings Reaction

“They look exactly like my zippers. I see they’re rose gold as well. They look cute on you, tesoro. I dare say they look better on you than on me.” He kisses your cheek after observing them.

You paired this earring with a stud matching the ones on this earring. He looks over the hoop earring then the studs on the chain. His big smile appears when his eyes land on the replica of his zipper.

“You really thought about the design to these earrings. It looks great. I’m impressed, tesoro.” He caresses your face fondly looking over how you look with the earrings.

He lightly plays with the small replica of his zippers. He’s delighted. You can see he’s very amused.

“They look amazing on you. I better take a picture for later.” He brings his camera and immediately takes a picture. He has the biggest smile if you’re blushing.

Ring Reaction

“It’s looks wonderful.” He kisses your hand. “I hope you won’t be taking it off soon. I’ll want an excuse to kiss your hand everyday.” He kisses you if his words flatter you.

Panacotta Fugo

Fugo’s Reaction is priceless. Your jewelry matches with his tie. His eyes will widen and he’s blushing profusely. Doesn’t matter what article of jewelry it is he’s totally melting at the thought you ordered customized jewelry to match with him. He’ll be tsundere about it at first. Act like it’s nothing but you know it’s not the truth because he’s a blushing mess. He avoids eye contact too. Later you catch him smiling at you when he thinks you’re not looking. Eventually he’ll compliment them when you’re both alone. If you wear the ring and someone mistakes you two for a young married couple he will melt. His face will turn red and he’ll refuse to talk. You’ll be the one to correct the nice stranger and drag Fugo by the hand. He’ll stare at the ring as you do so. He’s elated by such a thought but he’s too shy to admit it to you. You’ll notice his mood is happier. He’ll end up taking you on a date and reminding you he loves you.

“They’re adorable, thank you... tesora. I love them.”

Earrings Reaction

You pair this earrings with a green stud. He likes that you reference his green suit with the stud. He thinks the earring looks cute on you. His small smile is paired with his purple eyes admiring them.

“It matches my tie perfectly. The stud is the same color as my suit too. You thought of every detail.. it’s very thoughtful. I like them. Thank you, tesoro.”

“I can’t believe you managed to costumize earrings to match with my tie. They’re really something. Do you think you could get me a pair?”

When you agree his smile is wide and he kisses your forehead. You’ll see a loving look fill his handsome features.

You pair this earring with a crystal stud.

“They look on the expensive side I’ll have to make sure to pick out a set for you myself. Still, I quite like them on you.” He’ll place an affectionate hand to your face while observing it.

Ring Reaction

“The ring is lovely. Will you wear them often?” He asks hopefully.

When you agree to wear them more often he’ll visibly relax and give you a fond look. You’ll see him reach for your hand and look at you with a tender look.

If you’re interested in purchasing any of these jewelry I’ll inform you that the rings are part of a team Bucciarati ring set from hot topic. The earrings are also a part of a Bucci gang earring set from hot topic. The dangly Bruno zipper earrings are from box lunch as well as the necklace. The Bruno earring with the chain and the Golden Fugo earring with the little studs at the center of the strawberry are also a part of a part 5 earring set from box lunch. All of which you can purchase online. They sold out a lot but you should be able to find them.

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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So Live A Lie, Just Tonight, And Burn Out Bright

Batsis x Hal Jordan One-Shot

Word Count: 3.8K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mature Themes

Author's Note: I decided to compile that one Batsis "story" into one doc, and I added the alternate ending for the one anon who asked! Enjoy! -Thorne

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“Alright, easy sis, easy,” he worried, watching her carefully for signs of pain flickering across her face as he helped her off the bike.

She scowled, managing to drag her injured leg forward. “Quit nagging. I’m—ngh—fine.”

“You’re on emergency oxycodone and you’ve got a broken femur,” he retorted. “I’m nagging until you’re in surgery.”

“Ugh, stop reminding me.”

Someone hauled her off her feet with a quiet, “I’ve got you.”

She grunted in pain laying on the gurney. “Thanks, dad.”

“Miss Wayne, are you alright?”

Her eyes found Alfred’s. “I’m good. I just ne—motherfucker!” she yelped, glaring at her father who was squeezing her thigh. “Hey! That’s broken, jackass! Quit!”

Bruce grunted. “You need an ORIF now.”

A pinch in her arm made her twitch and she turned her attention to Alfred who was uncapping a needle. “Alfred, what’s that?”

He shook his head. “Nothing to worry about, Miss Wayne.” Smiling, he stuck the needle into the line. “You’ll feel better when you awaken.”

Her vision blurred rapidly, “Gonna take…a nap…now…” her head lolled, and Bruce met Alfred’s gaze.

“Call Damian. He’s got the steady hand we’ll need.”

***

“How’re you feeling?” Jason asked, setting a cup of juice on the bedside table.

She blinked slowly, staring at her fingers. “Why are my fingers like this?”

“Like what, Queenie?”

“Bendy,” she replied, flexing her fingers. “It’s fuckin’ weird.” She looked at him. “I feel weird.”

He snorted, nodding at Dick and the others who were walking in at the sound of her voice. “You’re on hydromorphone, sis.”

“Hydro—what-what?”

“Hydromorphone, sister,” Damian said. “It has increased your threshold for pain and reduced the perception of it.”

She stared at him like she hadn’t heard a word come out of his mouth. “I didn’t understand a single goddamn word that you just said.”

Snickers sounded around her, but her head was up in the clouds and she rested back against her pillow. Her family gathered around her, sitting up on the bed, and suddenly she cocked her head up, squinting at each of them.

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” Bruce inquired.

“Where’s Dick?”

“I’m right here, sis,” he answered, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “What’s up?”

“Why’d you break up with Kori?”

His eyes widened. “I—what?”

“Kori. Tall alien with the shooty-hands.”

“I know who she is. What about our breakup?”

“Are you kidding me? That woman is spectacular, and you broke up with her. She’s gorgeous, wicked intelligent, fantastic in bed and—”

“Wait, back up there,” he interrupted. “Good in bed? Did you sleep with, Kori?”

“Oh yeah, totally. I was her rebound after you.”

Dick blinked while the others cackled. “Have you…have you slept with any other exes?”

“Of yours? Or in general with the family’s exes?”

“Wait,” Jason said. “Have you slept with any of mine?”

“Did you date Artemis?”

He shrugged. “Sort of?”

“Then, yes.” She looked at Bruce. “I slept with Selina too, but to be completely honest we were both drunk and I don’t think either of us remember.”

“I uh—” he started, then quieted. “I didn’t know you were gay, sweetheart.”

She let out a ‘pfft’. “I’m not.”

“Oh, you’re bi, then?” Dick smiled and she shook her head.

“Nah, I like the wine but not the label.” She grinned. “I’m a lover of people.”

“How many superheroes have you slept with?” Tim questioned and she pursed her lips.

“Uh…I dunno…kinda lost count.”

For a moment no one said a word, then Jason asked, “You know how we call Dickhead the fuck-boy? Can we refer to you as that now? I think you’ve topped his count.”

Her eyes narrowed into a glare and she pointed at him, though she was seeing double, so it was entirely possible that she was pointing at the wall. “Keep that up and I’ll sleep with your best friend again.”

“You slept with Roy?!”

“I was talking about Kyle, but Roy works too.”

“OH MY GOD! IS THERE ANYONE YOU HAVEN’T SLEPT WITH?”

She thought for a moment, then offered, “Diana. But I asked her out last weekend so it’s up in the air until our date.”

***Part Two***

There was only one rule that everyone collectively followed in Wayne Manor and that was: no excessive noise until after twelve P.M. It was mostly influenced by Alfred who’d more than once pulled out the shotgun but surprisingly, mornings were usually calm and quiet. Keywords: “Were” and “Usually”. There were some special cases.

An ear-splitting scream shattered the silence of the breakfast room and in an instant, everyone was jumping from the table, sprinting towards the staircase to find out what was quite possibly murdering their eldest sister. As they neared the staircase, they came face to face with her as she stood behind the banister, her hands gripping the railing until her knuckles started whitening.

“Sis, what’s wrong?” Dick worried, already starting to come up the steps, Jason and Tim close behind.

“I’m late,” she whispered, and they leaned forward.

“What was that?” Bruce inquired, brows furrowing, and she looked at him.

“I’m late.” Her voice was firmer this time.

He blinked. “How long?”

“Two months.”

“Wait, what’s going on?” Jason questioned, shaking his head and she scowled.

“My period’s late, jackass.”

She wished she’d taken a photo of their faces, because nothing would ever amuse her as much as the way their jaws went slack, eyes widening in total shock. Running a hand down her face, she groaned, “Oh my God. I knew something was up. I completely forgot about it.”

“Sooooo…” Tim drawled out with a recovered grin. “Who’s the daddy?”

Her eyes narrowed and she shot him a glare. “Shut. Up.”

“C’mon sis, someone—some guy did it for you.” Jason quipped. “Who’s the lucky man?” he paused, seeming to remember something. “How many superheroes have you slept with in two months? That have dicks, of course.” She clenched her jaw and his eyes widened. “Oh no. Oh no…is it, Roy?”

“It’s not Roy!” she hissed.

“Kyle?” Dick offered and she shook her head.

“No. I’ve only slept with one guy in the past two months.”

“Who was it sister?” Damian quizzed, placing his hands on his hips. “I have yet to meet anyone acceptable for you to populate with.”

“Thanks Damian,” she griped, then groaned. “Oh God, I know who it is too. And I wish I didn’t.”

“Why’s that?”

Her eyes found Tim’s. “Because we were drunk as hell after a League mission.”

“Who is it?” Bruce grunted and she met his gaze.

“You’re not going to like it.”

Something passed between them, and his eyes narrowed. “Please don’t say that’s who you slept with.”

She nodded, pressing a hand to her face, hiding her embarrassment. “Mhm.”

“You slept with him?”

“Unfortunately.”

Jason looked between his sister and father. “Wait, I’m confused. What’s going on?” A snort sounded beside him, and he looked over, seeing Dick in tears. “Why are you crying? What’s so funny?”

Dick cackled. “SHE SLEPT WITH HAL JORDAN!”

Another round of slack jawed brothers appeared in her sight, and she hissed. “It was an accident!”

“YOU’RE HAVING A BABY WITH HAL JORDAN!” Dick gasped, starting to drop to his knees from laughing so hard. “OH MY GOD, YOU SLEPT WITH THE GUY DAD HATES THE MOST!”

“You slept with Hal Jordan?” Tim gagged. “Ew.”

“Sister, I am disgusted in your choice of partners for children.” Damian noted and she scowled.

“I hate all of you.” she looked at Bruce.

He sighed heavily, a defeated father…or maybe a defeated grandfather. “I’ll go call Hal…and order prenatal vitamins.”

She ran a hand down her face. “I’ll call Leslie and get in for an exam.”

“Holy shit,” Jason gasped. “We’re gonna be uncles!”

***Part Three***

He shifted the phone to rest between his ear and shoulder, hands busy pouring coffee into his cup. “Hello?”

What are you doing right now?

“Bruce? Is that you?”

Answer the question, Hal.

He rolled his eyes and frowned. “Well, it’s nine A.M., I’m making a cup of coffee. I know bats are nocturnal, so this might come as a surprise to someone like you, but rest assured it’s a normal habit for us normal folks.”

How fast can you get to Gotham City?

“Willingly?” Hal chuckled, setting down the coffee pot to grab the phone. “What’s going on?”

I need your…help…with something. And I need you in Gotham as fast as you can get here…please.

He almost dropped both the phone and coffee mug. “Did you just say you need my he—” the line went dead with a click, and he pulled the phone from his ear. “Asshole,” Hal scowled and shoved the phone in his pocket, before putting the mug down. His body flashed green as he suited up and he sighed. “Can’t believe I gotta go to the land of the living dead at nine A.M.”

***

He rubbed his temples as he disconnected the call, barely suppressing the sigh that wanted to escape him. “Are you mad at me?” he heard behind him, low, scared, and worried; he shook his head.

“No.”

She leaned against the desk, staring down at the side of his head. “Are you disappointed in me?”

Bruce sighed this time. “At your basic lack of common sense and sleeping with a team member despite the fact that I’ve told you time and again that inner-team-dalliances only end badly? Yes.” He turned his eyes to her. “But for being pregnant? Never.”

“Doesn’t seem like it, dad,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest; he watched them lower to hold her stomach.

“I think Hal Jordan’s an idiot,” he stated. “If it seems like I’m upset, it’s because he’s going to be my grandchild’s father and I’ll have to be nice to him now.” She huffed a laugh and he reached over, placing a hand on her arm. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. We’ll take care of this.”

“I know, it’s just…” she sighed. “I never expected this to happen.”

“No one ever does,” Bruce answered. “Have you contacted Leslie yet?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I’ll go see her around three.” Grunting, she muttered, “Figured if Hal got here in as soon as possible, we’d have enough time to sit and talk about this before we went.” She ran a hand over her face. “God, I can’t believe I Hal knocked me up.”

“Please don’t say that,” Bruce griped. “I don’t like that phrase.”

“But that’s what happened, dad. I got knocked up by Hal.”

“Why do you hate me?” he scowled, dropping his head into his hands. “How did this even happen?”

Sighing, she recounted, “After the mission in Brazil, Hal invited Barry back to Coast City for a drink and Barry invited me.” She shrugged. “I didn’t wanna be rude even if I am typically antisocial, so I accepted, and we got there and found a bar. After a couple hours, Barry had to get back to Central and we just decided to keep drinking.”

She grunted. “Hell, by seven thirty we were already gone so we got a ride back to his place and he offered to let me stay the night and one thing led to another and—”

Bruce raised his hand, effectively silencing her. “I can infer what happened after that.” He rubbed his temples. “Let’s just wait for Hal to get here, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she agreed, falling silent.

***

Alfred cleared his throat. “Master Jordan, is here, sir.” They both looked up from the Batcomputer at the test pilot.

“Thank you, Alfred,” Bruce said, and the butler nodded, ascending the steps.

Hal walked towards them. “So, what’s the deal? Why do you need me?”

Bruce looked at her and she sighed. “Actually, I’m the one who needed you to come here, Hal.”

His brown eyes darted to hers, a flash, a recognition of something and he nodded. “Aright. What’s up?”

“Dad…give us a moment?” he nodded and stood from the Batcomputer, walking to the medical section on the other side of the cave. She waved Hal over. “You might wanna sit down.”

He did, albeit suspiciously. “Why are you acting so…weird?”

“Hal,” she said, then looked at her hands. “I’m…ah crap.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, brows furrowing.

She took a deep breath and admitted, “My period’s late and there’s a good chance I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, Hal didn’t say a word, then he burst into laughter. “Oh, that’s hilarious!” he held his stomach and wiped his eyes. “That’s a good one.”

“I’m not joking, Hal,” she spat. “In the last three months, you’re the only man I’ve had sex with. If I’m pregnant, you’re the father.”

He stopped laughing at that. “Are you being serious?”

“Dead.”

Hal ran a hand through his brown hair and let out a shocked breath. “Holy hell.” She watched him and he gaped at her. “W-what…what do we do?”

“I’ve got an appointment with Doctor Leslie at four. You’re welcome to come along if you’d like.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I will.” Swallowing thickly, he said, “Does he know?”

“Dad? Yeah. They all do.”

“They?” he repeated, eyes wide.

“My brothers.”

“You told them we slept together?”

She chuckled. “Apparently a year ago under heavy meds, I admitted I slept with Dad, Dick, and Jason’s exes.” She shrugged. “There’s not much I keep from them.”

Hal’s eyes shifted to Bruce’s back. “Can’t imagine the Big-Bat is happy about this.”

“Oh, he’s not. He thinks you’re an idiot, but judging by the look on your face, you already know that.”

He scoffed. “Your dad likes to think he’s smarter than everyone else.”

She cocked a brow. “He is.”

“And it seems like you’re following that strain well,” he shot back, and they glared at each other before cracking smiles.

“If this is real, we’re going to be some parents, huh?”

Hal could sense the fear in her voice, and he stood in front of her, placing his hands on her hips. “Hey,” he murmured. “No parents are perfect. And we’re sure as hell not.”

“If this is supposed to cheer me up, it’s not.”

“I’m not trying to cheer you up. I’m trying to reassure you,” he corrected, squeezing her hips lightly. “We’ll work through this, and we’ll do it together.”

She gazed at him then heaved a sigh and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Thanks Hal.”

“Don’t mention it,” he chuckled, then murmured, “But if we really are going to be parents, should we tie the knot?”

“Absolutely not.”

***

“Hal, for the love of God, will you sit down?” she griped. “You’re starting to make me anxious with all that pacing.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair before shrugging off his bomber. “I can’t help it,” he retorted. “I hate waiting.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” She rolled her eyes. “Leslie’s working as fast as she can. Just sit down and be patient.”

Hal paced for another minute before collapsing into the seat beside her; she took his hand in hers and rubbed her thumb on the back of his hand. “What are you doing?” he asked, and she hummed.

“Comforting you.”

“Why?”

She looked at him. “Because you’re worried.”

“How are you not?”

“I am,” she commented, and he scowled.

“You don’t look it.”

“Well, that’s because I was trained to retain my emotions a as child,” she retorted. “It helps when I’m dealing with children who are scared.”

“I’m not a child,” Hal hissed, and she snorted.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“You know what? I’m gonna—”

The door opened and their mouths snapped shut as Leslie walked in with a smile. “Good afternoon.”

“Hey Leslie,” she greeted, then glanced at the papers in her hand. “So? What’s the verdict?”

Leslie handed her the file and she looked it over. “Case of irregular period, dear.”

She blinked and said dumbly, “I’m not pregnant?”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Our bodies act up sometimes, even when we’re grown. Irregularities can still happen even now.” Clearing her throat, Leslie added, “But your blood and urinalysis came back negative. You’re not pregnant.” She looked between Hal and her. “With the results, you’re free to leave.”

She stood to her feet, but when Hal didn’t, she tugged his hand. “Hal,” she whispered. “Come on.”

He staggered to his feet. “Yeah, I’m coming.” He disappeared out of the clinic room, and she sighed, then looked at Leslie.

“Thanks doc.”

“Of course.”

***

They were quiet on the park bench, watching the sun reflect off the water and listening to the birds singing in the sky. “So…I guess that’s a relief,” Hal stated, and she nodded.

“Yeah. I guess it is.” Laughing, she said, “I mean could you imagine if I were actually carrying your kid?” when he didn’t laugh, she looked over at him. “Hal?”

He blinked, shaking himself out of his thoughts. “Yeah, couldn’t imagine it.”

“Hal,” she plead. “Are you upset that I’m not?”

“What? No. No, I’m relieved you’re not pregnant, but…” he sighed and shrugged. “I dunno at the same time as scared as I was, I was happy, you know? Ready to step up and be there for you.”

She lowered her gaze to his hands and reached over, placing hers over his and he took it, squeezing. “Well, look at it this way. This was the universe telling you that you’re ready to be a father and this was the universe telling me that I’m not ready to be a mom or your baby’s mother.”

Hal gazed at her for a moment then chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it is.” He squeezed her hand again and climbed to his feet, flashing green as his suit appeared. “Now that everything’s sorted out, I should be getting back to Coast City.”

“Sounds good,” she agreed, standing to her feet.

“Can I drop you off anywhere?”

“Nah, I’m gonna walk around for a bit,” she said.

Hal took to the sky then looked down at her. “If you ever find yourself ready…call me?”

A shocked laugh bubbled in her chest, and she shook her head. “Not a chance in hell, Jordan.”

“Come on, don’t you think it would be fun to have the old Bat call me his son in law?”

Giggling, she waved him off. “Get out of here, Hal.”

Winking, he replied, “See you later, babe.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle and watch him leave, then she shook her head. “Ridiculous.” But a small smile was still on her lips as she headed down the street.

***Alternate Ending***

She gazed numbly out at the water, not sure if she should feel surprise or shock, but whatever emotion she was feeling had completely dumbfounded her. She was pregnant. Her hands had unconsciously pressed tight to her stomach, and she felt sick more than anything. Sick, scared, ashamed, every emotion that came with sleeping with a coworker—and every TV show and movie where the woman got pregnant from the affair.

How was she going to explain this to her family? To her friends? How was she going to face their scrutiny? Pregnant out of wedlock? With the biggest skirt-chasing, arrogant asshole in the galaxy? She’d take the brunt of their scathing opinions. He’d get off scot-free. He’d—

“(Y/N).” Someone’s hand rested on her shoulder, and she blinked, suddenly brought from her stupor and she looked over at him; his gaze was full of worry. “Are you okay?”

Instantly, she felt angry, and she jerked away from him, standing to her feet. “Am I okay!” she shouted. “You got me pregnant! Do you have any idea what this is going to do to us! To our reputations! To mine!”

Irritation etched across his face, and he stood to his feet, getting in her face. “It takes two to tango, (Y/N). We both did this—not just me.”

Her mouth opened to retort sharply, but damned if he didn’t have a point and she shut her mouth, tasting something bitter as she looked away. “I’m going home.”

She turned and his hand shot out, grabbing hold of her arm. “Wait, I don’t want you going alone.”

“Let go of me.” She hissed, trying to pull away, but he tightened his grip.

“No. It’s too dangerous for you to be out alone.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “I think you’re forgetting who you’re talking to Jordan. I’m—”

“The mother of my child.” Hal declared and she gaped at him. “I know what you and your family think of me. I know you think I’m an arrogant asshole and yeah, I’ll admit that I am.” He pulled her to him and wrapped his arm around her waist. “But if you think for a second, I’m going to let you wander around this bat-shit crazy city alone while pregnant, then you’re the one who’s being arrogant.”

He searched her gaze. “I’m many things, (Y/N). But I’m not going to abandon you or shy away from whatever this is.”

She swallowed thickly. “What do you mean ‘whatever this is’? Parents?”

“Us.” Hal said. “Maybe it’s just my big head, but I see the way you look at me. Yeah, I annoy the hell out of you, but you care for me.” He reached up, cupping her cheek. “And I care about you too. More than just what teammates should for one another.”

(Y/N) didn’t know what to say, because he did have a point. Hal was an annoying prick who at many times provoked her into physical confrontation, but on the other hand, there was nothing she loved more than fighting with him, because she knew he found it just as amusing.

Her gaze lowered and she felt tears well in her eyes. “I’m scared, Hal.”

“I know. I am too,” he murmured. “But we’re going to get through this.” He tipped her head up, catching her eyes once more. “We will get through this. Together.”

(Y/N)’s lips wobbled, and she tried for a lighthearted comment. “Isn’t fraternization against the rules?”

Hal grinned. “Only in the military.” He winked. “Last time I checked—we’re not in it.”

She laughed, leaning forward, and pressed her forehead to his. “How’s everyone going to react to this?”

He shrugged. “Probably with shock. I mean about me getting a girl pregnant? Not likely. Getting you pregnant? More likely.”

“Shut up.”

“I think we should consider getting married though.”

(Y/N) pulled away and stared at him. “Excuse me?”

Hal looked at her. “(Y/N), we should think about getting married. I mean, we’re gonna have a kid together. Might as well tie the knot while we’re at it.”

She merely blinked and spun, walking off. “Nope. Not happening. I’ll be your baby-mama, but I am not marrying you.”

“Hey! Wait up!”

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nanamisflowerfield · 3 years

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It was a big day, well at least for Idia. After all it was his crush’s birthday! Scared and excited, he tried to prepare a gift for his beloved crush in secret.

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@teashopwritingzz I know I don’t have to do it, but I really really really wanted to give at least one small present to you! Because you totally deserve it!🥺❤️ Happy belated Birthday! I know that yesterday was your birthday, but I wasn‘t online yesterday due the post+ demonstration! D: I still hope that you had a wonderful day yesterday and today and the whole week! Stay safe and healthy too!!

Idia took a deep breath, staring at the list of gift ideas that you might like, but a small voice back in his head kept telling him, that you would never like any of those gifts. “I’m sure that (Y/N) (L/N) will like it!” His younger brother always said, but the tall dorm leader of Ignihyde was still pouting at his thoughts. If you would reject any of those, you would also reject his feelings. It would be like a critical hit, getting it from the most greatest SSR character ever. “If you are still unsure, you can watch them. Maybe you will figure out what (Y/N) (L/N) will like.” Ortho advised his big bro, who glanced over his shoulder to the only person he might listen to at this very important situation. “Maybe you are right…” Idia’s gaze wandered from his brother to the list he had on his phone. Headphones, phonecases, games, books and more were listed on it, but would you liked them?

“Owww! My paw!” Grim cursed the ground, after he fell down from the bed, being accidentally pushed down by you. “Sorry, Grim.” Apologizing by petting him on the head and promising to give him a can of tuna later, he halfheartly accepted your apology, walking with you to school for another mayhap exciting school day. “I will only accept it, because it’s your birthday.” The cat-like friend of yours, fummed, watching the Heartslabyul duo walk into your direction to greet you and wish you a happy birthday. “Trey-senpai even baked a cake.” Deuce told you, getting elbowed by Ace, who groaned at him that the birthday party should be a surprise, only to spoil it himself. “A surprise party…? I’m probably not invited…” Idia watched the screen, his eyes never leaving you, hopeful to get any informations of what you might wish for, while his fingers tipped on his keyboard, coding something he always had on mind.

As you wrote on paper everything important professor Crewel told the class, Ace drummed with his finger on the table, while Grim was half sleeping next to you and Deuce tried his best to be a perfect student. “Hey, can you read the list of invited students later on? Did we invite every friend of yours?” Deuce whispered to you, getting harsh words of the professor for interrupting the lesson. But every time Crewel watched away, you read all names of your friends on it, only noticing that one name was missing. The person you wanted to see not only through screen. Idia Shroud. But maybe he couldn’t come over or doesn’t want to for being such a shy and yet adorable being.

Surprisingly the day went on like every other day. You laughed, had fun, talked to your friends and went to the Heartslabyul garden, while wearing shiny bright white clothes to show the whole school that it was indeed your birthday, like many other students had to wear on theirs. It was a bit embarrassing to talk with plenty of students about your birthday, but it still made you happy nonetheless, even when you still hoped to talk on specific student of NRC on this very day. But he didn’t came, so maybe you should get your little present from him by visiting Idia. “That’s a great party, guys. Thank you all so much, but I will be gone for a short time.” You smiled at your friends, watching them having fun, eating delicious food and talking to each other.

Idia yelped as he heard a knock on the door. Wasn’t everyone gone and having fun right now? Who was knocking on the door? Arguing with Ortho with mere stares, the younger Shroud walked to the door, opening it to your delight and Idia’s dismay, as he stared at the door opening more and more and then- oh no, by the great seven, was it truly you?! You were supposed to be at your party, having the time of your life with your dear friends and not be here! Why were you here?!

Like a good child, Ortho greeted you, standing next to the door to give you some space to walk through the door to Idia’s room. While you were smiling at the Shroud brothers, Idia was sitting on his chair, turning around to hide his blushing face that got warmer by every second you stood there and talked to Ortho. The tips of his hair and ears were dusted cheek and he was sure, that some might compare to him to fresh cherries!

“Sorry to disturb you-“ You started, getting interrupted by Ortho, who dragged you into the room, telling you that you would never disturb any of those two. “Oh… Uhm… Alright.” With the same smile that Idia fell for, your eyes stared at his back. Oh, how much you had wishes to hold the introverted boy in your embrace, pat him and give him the love and affection he deserved. “I-I-It’s… alright…” Idia sputtered and stuttered, trying to avoid your gaze in fear that you might tease him for having a crush on you. He just couldn’t help himself. You were such a lovely person. So nice, helpful and that smile. He could babble around, what a great person you were in his boring shut-in life. That you were like the light in his dark life. A total ultra super duper rare card in the gacha games he keeps playing, being frustrated that he couldn’t get those cards, but at least could look at them on photos. “Am I creepy…?” Idia mumbled to himself, forgetting your presence for a second until you asked him to repeat it, after not able to hear it. “N-Nothing!”

Fortunately or mayhap even unfortunately, Ortho knew of Idia’s feelings and how much he had took a liking towards you, which is why he had asked you, why you were in the Ignihyde dorm. “Oh… I wanted to get my present.” The blue-haired tall student turned around, nearly shrieking in fear that you figured out, that he wanted to give you a gift as well like plenty of your friends, who unfortunately had gifted you many presents he had listed a couple weeks ago. “My present would be… to spend more time with you, Idia.” Your gaze wandered to the ground as your cheeks got warmer by your mere words and wish you had, not realizing that Idia’s face was mirroring yours at the same time your words had left your mouth.

That was a gift that he would love to give you every day as long as you wanted to have him by his side. His mouth opened slightly, wanting to talk, before you had asked him what he was programming right now as you took a look at the codes, ignoring the fact that a humming Ortho left the room, so he might not disturb you two love birds. “A g-game… I’m trying to make a small game I had in mind for quite some time.” He answered, staring at it once again.

“Have you finished it already?“ The bluehead nodded. “May I play it?” Mumbling a few words here and there, Idia hoped that his hair hide his flustered face, but he nonetheless let you sit next to him and play his selfmade game, even though he feared that you would reach the end of it and find out about his big secret he never wanted to reveal to you.

“Another level up. Great!~” You cheered, playing the rpg of Idia’s even though your friends might miss you during your birthday party. You should get back, but you couldn’t stop playing the game, after all you has nearly reach the endboss! “Is that a giant cat? He reminds me of Grim.” You chuckled, trying to defeat the endboss with the spells of the protagonist named Hadia. It was a cute game.

The plot of it was like plenty of other rpgs. The protagonist Hadia, a royal guy fell in love with Readi, a sweet princess who got kidnapped by the evil cat-monster Grimopy. Grimopy tried to be the strongest wizard and king and had plenty of henchmen like Dice and Acepo, which were quite strong enemies. Hadia had to train a lot and even gained the help of different wizards like Lio, a sleepy lion, Otto, a cute robot. Then there were Ralice, Tri, Phone-Addicted Rabbit, who still had no name, because Idia couldn’t find a good fitting name for the character. Marteus, Kala, Azure and many other characters and all of them reminded you of your friends. That meant that Hadis was probably Idia and the lovely princess Readi was… you. “Cute game.” You whispered to yourself, using the last spell to defeat the boss, watching the end scene of the rpg.

Hadis was rushing through the castle until he found his beloved princess. When he leaned down to kiss her awake with the kiss of true love, she woke up and they confessed their loves, swearing to each other to be together forever until they lives will end.

“I think I have a new ship.” You giggled, pointing at the protagonists, while you looked at Idia, the blushing mess. “I’m really glad that they are together. They are perfect and cute together. So sweet. I hope that my Hadis likes me as much as he does…” You commented, shutting his computer down, while Idia clenched his fists, knowing that you finally know about his feelings. “Come. We have to go to a party, Idia.” You smiled at the marveled dorm leader. “P-Party?!” Faster than he could expect it, you grabbed his hand in yours, pulling him away from his room towards the garden of the Heartslabyul dorm. “Oh, I like you too, my Hadis.” - “I-I like you too… my Readi.” With the other hand of his, he tried to hide his red face as you chuckled at him, happy that you finally can call him yours.

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"Hit One Where One Lives"

Summary ↳ Atsumu has had feelings for you since the day you've met, and he's always had trouble controlling his urges.

Words ↳ 1,566

Tags ↳ 18+, NSFW, characters above legal age, descriptions of NSFW fantasies, no actual fucking, atsumu is horny, mentions of high school days, angst but only like a couple sentences

A/N ↳ ahh I'm so sorry this is short and got cut off, but if you guys like it and want more please lmk!!

hit one where one lives

hit (one) where (one) lives

To affect one on a personal or intimate level.

People by nature only care about an issue if it hits them where they live.

Atsumu Miya was good at a lot of things.

Setting, spiking, serving, receiving, and bargaining for discounts on fatty tuna.

But one thing that Atsumu could never, ever bring himself to perfect was the art of conveying his feelings properly. It was something Osamu had confronted him about during their early high school years, recognizing his twin’s coping mechanism to protect him from his own self-destructive thoughts. A strained smile and bottles of bright yellow hair dye could only do so much for the rather eccentric Miya twin, something his brother had warned him would lead to burnout by his early 20’s. Atsumu, at the time, would only laugh it off, claiming that his inquisitive behavior was more stalkerish than affectionate.

This was until Atsumu had cost Inarazaki their spot in the nationals during his first year. He had never considered himself to be someone with butter fingers, in fact, he prided himself in his setting skill. Too much sometimes. Atsumu’s scalp felt raw from how his fingers dug into his hair, pulling at the obnoxiously dyed strands as fat tears rolled down his cheeks. It felt juvenile. He was in high school now, he had no reason to be mourning over such a stupid mistake.

Atsumu flinched lightly when the cool condensation of a plastic water bottle hit his calf, feeling the Air Conditioning in the now almost empty stadium blowing against the wet spot on his leg. Maybe he was dreaming, he thought, looking into the slightly glossy eyes that bore back into his. Yep, definitely dreaming. Little did he know those eyes would be the focus of his J/O sessions for the rest of his life.

His breath caught in his throat as your rosy cheeks swelled with your smile, although empathetic. It was too much of a foreign feeling to him. You were just doing your job, being the one and the only manager of a team as arduous as Inaraziki- in the same grade as him, no less- meaning that you had to sniff out each and every demanding member. Atsumu didn’t think he could ever forget how you sat next to him that day, softly rubbing the area between his shoulder blades and whispering soft words of encouragement as you helped him pop the lid on his bottle. You admitted to him about how even though you barely knew shit about volleyball, you could tell from the way his teammates and captain regarded him after the match that it wasn’t his fault. That night, after walking you home and waving you off down your driveway, Atsumu felt a foreign feeling rising in his chest.

This feeling would only continue to grow over the next four years.

Whether it be the way you had to clutch your knees every time he made you laugh too hard, the way you’d sneak a pudding to him during the mornings where your classes lined up, or the way that you’d both pull some sort of immature prank on his disgruntled brother. It was safe to say that you two were super close. But not in the way that Atsumu wanted you to be. Alongside every little detail that made you a great friend, there were way too many details that made you desirable. That time during the summer when it got so hot that you stripped yourself of your short sleeve for a tank top that accentuated every one of your curves still keeps him up at night. Not to mention the form-fitting elastic shorts that hugged your ass so right that even the newbies on the team couldn’t help themselves from trying to sneak a peak.

This would continue up until graduation, where Atsumu opened the door to your very teary-eyed and very emotional-looking self. Your eyes were brimming with tears, and he didn’t think those delectable swollen cheeks of yours could puff out any more than they already were. With shaky hands, you lifted the slightly crumpled piece of paper up to your chest. The thick black letters of ‘MSBY’ must have grown fists and hit him in the gut because before he knew it, he was lifting you a foot off the ground with an enthusiastic spin.

Fluffy white cotton surrounded Atsumu’s vision as he dried his hair from the shower, letting out a long sigh of relief at the feeling of his muscles relaxing after such a long practice session. It was the off-season, and the MSBY Black Jackals were taking the time off doing what they always did. Play volleyball. Obviously not to the extent as they would during the actual season, but every moment spent not doing something productive was a second basically submitting victory to the other team. That’s how Bokuto put it at least, before ultimately spraining his wrist from going too hard on the dumbbells. Safe to say both Coach and Akaashi were not happy.

“Hey, Omi-om, you should totally let me borrow that body spray you got.” Atsumu didn’t typically wear any sort of cologne, but the way you had him bend down to your level to smell his shirt collar after Kiyoomi’s scent wafted onto him was the result of a long sleepless night for him.

“Get your own, Miya.” Kiyoomi scoffed, rolling his eyes as he threw on his MSBY brand sweater. Atsumu pouted, quickly forgetting about every single one of his surroundings as he saw his phone light up with your contact name, your photo staring back at him expectantly. He had taken the photo when you had dragged him to the mall with you once, having slid a 20-yen coin into the slot of a mechanical bull riding machine. He had found it amusing at first, the way you had desperately grasped at the horns of the animal as it began to speed up, but his laughter was caught short. His eyes had trailed down your back that was arched suggestively off the saddle, hips moving with the steady bucking of the machine-

“Shit-” Snapping himself out of his erotic memory, he quickly clicked the green ‘answer call’ button. “Hello?” “Atsumu, are you almost done getting ready yet?” Your voice alone was enough to ease the tension building inside of him, shoulders relaxing as he let out a low chuckle.

“Why, missing my pretty face?” He could at least acknowledge that he only flirted with you to try and ease the urges growing inside him, he wasn’t that stupid. It was also partially because of the way the tips of your ears would redden at his sly comments, but you would always brush it off as being part of his play-boy-like personality. If only you knew how much he wanted to change that.

“I’m missing that your pretty face isn’t hurrying the hell up and getting in my goddamn car.” The teasing lilt to your voice did nothing to prevent the way his chest swelled when you called him pretty, a stupid, joyous smile spreading on his lips.

“Alright, alright, hold your horses. I’ll be right out.” You blew a raspberry into your phone, Atsumu giving one of his own before hanging up and grabbing his gym bag.

Nudging open the locker room door with his side, Atsumu had to force his dick from twitching in his shorts as he witnessed the sight in front of him. You were bent over the reception desk of the college gym, talking to the lady behind the desk as you fiddled with the heel of your stiletto. His eyes traced the way the fabric of your skirt hugged down your thighs. You really had no idea what you were doing to him. Discreetly making his way up behind you he shot the desk lady a wink with a finger over his lips, receiving a gulp and small nod from her before turning back to you.

“And that’s when I told Coach, we need to stop letting Bokuto near the equipment when he’s having one of his emo-” A dramatic squeal ended up finishing your little rant as Atsumu’s muscled arms hooked under your shoulders and yanked you off the floor. In the midst of your flailing, you caught a glimpse of bleached blonde hair in your peripherals. “Atsumu Miya set me down this instant!” Although your face was contorted in frustration, the laughter that slipped between your words disclosed your amusement.

The specific position that Atsumu had you in reminded him of one of the fantasies he had of you once. Your breath hot against his cheek as he plowed into you from behind, strong hands caressing the bulge that appeared in your stomach whenever he bottomed out. He would feel the sweaty slap of your ass against his pelvis with every harsh thrust, cries escaping your lips at the feeling.

“Atsumu?” You looked over your shoulder at the athlete in confusion. Realizing that he had spaced out, Atsumu mentally slapped himself as he smirked and set you down. “Sorry, sweetheart, got lost in thought.” He ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to act casual, which was not missed by the reception lady as she grabbed her jacket and left the office, clearly sick of the flirting. A familiar smile spread across your cheeks, ears tinting in the way that made his cock twitch in his shorts, this time failing to conceal it. “Your place tonight, right?”

“You know it.” You giggled. This was going to be a long night for him.

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