#which is why i’m in bed at 9pm

[b0ng05]

Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader -

An Idiot MDI! 18+

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Word Count: 2144

Summary: Sam's boyfriend leaves for a night on the town with his friends, after a few nights of feeling unsatisfied, she decides to dial a familiar number...

Warnings: Oral, fingering, mentions of cheating, cheating, if you squint, edging. thats it i think.

Also, Not Proofread💅

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Sam Carpenter and I had a unique relationship, when we first met, I was one of Tara’s friends from campus. Sam being Sam, didn’t trust me, but after getting to know each other, there was tension between us that was undeniable. Sam had a boyfriend, Danny, they had been together for a year. But for a few months, he hadn’t exactly been keeping Sam satisfied. One night of us getting drunk on wine changed the once tense relationship.

Which is why it was no surprise I was now stood outside her apartment at 9pm. I stood in front of Sam’s apartment door, about to raise my hand to knock when I saw a flicker in the peephole of the door. My eyebrows furrow for a moment and then I hear the sound of Sam unlocking all five of the locks on her apartment door before it swings open, revealing Sam standing in just a white tank top, and gray sweatpants.

“Hey-” Before I could finish my greeting, her hands grabbed the front of my hoodie, pulling me through the threshold of the doorway.

The door swings closed behind me, and I turn around, seeing Sam as she ritualistically locks the door back up. Once she finishes the task, she turns back to look me up and down, a slight flush to her cheeks and familiar flick of hunger in her eyes.

“Is that how you greet me now, Sammy~?” I tease, a slight smirk pricking the corner of my lips.

“Shut up,” Sam blushes, leaning forward and connecting her lips with mine, her arms wrapping tightly around my waist to bring me closer to her.

I held back a groan into the kiss, a heat igniting inside me at the feeling of her chest pressed against mine, the closeness made me lustfully aware that she opted out of wearing a bra today. My arms move to wrap around the back of her neck, pressing my lips against hers more passionately. I gently lace my hands in her hair and lightly tug it, parting our kiss.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend~?” I tease, moving to kiss her neck.

“Don’t you ever stop talking?” Sam retorts, her hand playfully smacking my ass.

“Not really,” I joke, moving to lightly bite her neck, making her let out a surprised moan.

I make quick work of pulling her tank top over her head and tossing it on the floor haphazardly as I move to kiss her collarbone, my hands teasingly groping at her breasts. She pulls me closer to her, letting out quiet breathy moans. Sam gently pulls my attention away from her chest by guiding me back towards her bedroom, softly pushing me back onto the bed before straddling my waist. Our lips meet once more in a passionate kiss, her hands slipping under the hem of my shirt and exploring the expanse of my stomach. Butterflies fill my stomach with the action, as well as a heat that begins to grow with each messy yet addicting kiss. My hands move to hold her waist, but with one swift motion, one of her hands is holding mine above my head.

“Keep those there for me,” Sam whispers, her teeth gently tugging at my earlobe before trailing down my neck.

I blushed at her tone, but do as I’m told. Her hand moves from holding my wrists, trailing down my body before meeting her other hand at the hem of my shirt. Her brown eyes look down into mine for consent, I give a haste nod.

“Words, baby. I need to hear them,” Sam’s hands gently rub at my hip bones, awaiting confirmation.

“Yes,” I say, my blush somehow growing deeper.

Sam’s lips quirk up a bit, finding my shyness amusing, despite how many times we had done this before, I always got flustered. She pulls my shirt off, not wasting a second in peeling my sports bra after. Sam leans down, one hand toying with one of my breasts, her mouth occupying the other. I bite my lip, my hands grasping at the sheet above me, desperately trying to follow her command of no touching. Knowing Sam would up her ante on her teasing if I did. She smirks up at me before continuing to kiss down my stomach, leaving a trail of forming hickeys which she would look upon proudly the next time we meet.

Her thumbs hook under the waistband of my pants, tugging them down my legs. Her doe eyes stare at me with desire, her hands making quick work of the last piece of fabric constricting my body from her, leaving me bare to her hungry eyes. Her veiny hands trail up my thighs, squeezing them gently as she leans down, kissing my hip bone and kissing down to my inner thighs. She runs one of her fingers along my wet slit, collecting my wetness, letting out a longing groan as she sees her coated finger. She licks the wetness off her finger before teasing my pulsing entrance. Her dark brown eyes look up meeting mine as she takes a broad slow lick up my slit, causing a moan to emerge from me. my hands grip the sheets tighter as she continues her teasing, before slowly easing her finger inside me. She smirks as my face contorts in pleasure, she takes my throbbing clit into her mouth and begins to lick and suck, matching the pace of her finger.

“Fuck~ Sammy~” I moan, my tone whiny with need.

She adds a second finger, picking up the pace. She feels her own wetness collecting in her panties as she continues her actions, desperate to watch I fall apart beneath her. Her thighs clenching together trying to ease the ever growing desire between her thighs. Her mind clouded with thoughts of only me.

“Taste so sweet, honey~” Sam moans, the vibration of her words causing my thighs to tremble.

I let out a moan, hands fisting the sheets beneath me as she curls her fingers deliciously. The knot in my stomach already on the edge of bursting. She feels me pulsing tighter around her fingers, she slows down her movements, smirking up at me at the whine she hears in return.

“Sammy~ Please~” I beg, biting my bottom lip. Between struggling to keep my hands to myself and Sam’s tempting kisses and lingering touches, tears began to brim my eyes.

“Sound so pretty, baby~” Sam chuckles, mocking a pout, “But you can beg better than that. I know you can, I’ve heard it~” Sam smirks, slowing her fingers down to a slow agonizing pace.

“Please Sammy! I’ll be such a good girl for you, I need you so bad, I want to cum for you, please~” I pouted at her, giving her pleading eyes.

The look I gave Sam, so desperate for her, it only made her own desire grow tenfold. She smirks and kisses my inner thigh.

“Good girl.” Sam praises, before diving back in, her tongue toying and sucking on my clit as her fingers move expertly.

Sam’s fingers move faster, curling up perfectly. my thighs trembling as I climb right back up to that edge. I bite my bottom lip, using all my control to focus on not reaching out and grabbing her hair to pull her closer to where I need her. The way she looked up at me so seductively yet so teasing was fueling me closer to the edge I was nearly at earlier.

“Please~ Please let me cum Sammy~” I whine, my hips bucking against her as I desperately try to reach my peak.

Sam smirks, “Cum for me baby,” Sam commands, rushing her movements as she curls her fingers up one more time.

“Fuck! Sam~!”

I fall apart on her fingers, letting out a loud cry of her name. She continues to move her fingers, moving slowly and carefully as she lets me ride out my high. She presses soft delicate kisses up my body as she crawls back up to me. I hesitantly reached my hand up to caress her face, not wanting to break the rules if she was still geared up for more. She chuckles and gently takes my hand in hers, bringing it up to her lips to kiss my palm. I smile at the action, reaching up to caress her cheek softly and guide her down for a kiss. Our lips meet in a tender sweet kiss, but it quickly fuels up the heat once more.

I gently push Sam’s chest to get her to lay back on the bed, my lips chasing hers as she follows suit. I kiss down her jaw to her neck, my desire to taste her stronger than any other thought. I trace my tongue along her collarbone as I make my way down to her breasts, taking one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around her nipple and teasingly grazing the nub with my teeth. Shaking moans leave her as she tangles her hand in my hair, keeping me close. My hand moves to grope her other breast. I start to trail my kisses down her stomach, my tongue tracing her abs as she lets out shaky breaths. Her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as I sneak my thumbs under the waistband of her sweatpants, tugging them down her legs. Lust growing exponentially at the sight, making quick work of her underwear,

I need and desire filling my chest to satisfy her as I don’t waste a second in burying my face between her thighs. My tongue licked a broad stroke up her wet cunt, causing a moan to slip past her lips. I wrap my lips around her clit as I begin to suck and swirl my tongue around it, watching in pride as Sam writhes beneath me. My hand moves from caressing her thigh to slip inside her entrance, her slick making the action easy. I speed up my tongue as I start to ease in another finger, testingly curling them, a loud moan echoing past Sam’s pillowy lips. My free hand moves to wrap around her thigh, stifling her bucking hips as I fasten my movements.

“Fuck baby~” Sam moans, her hands fisting my hair tightly as she pulls me closer, searching for more to push her towards the edge.

I speed up my movements, looking up at her lustfully, which doesn’t go unnoticed by her, especially when her wetness doubles at the eye contact. Her cunt pulses tightly around my digits as they thrust deep inside her, curling oh so perfectly. With one more thrust of my fingers and a flick of my tongue, her back arches as she meets her release. Her thighs trembling and clenching around my head as I let her ride out her high. There was no other way to say it, but being trapped between Sam Carpenter’s thighs was heaven. At least that’s what it felt like, but that could just be the pressure of how tightly the muscles clenched around my head.

As Sam catches her breath, her hands reach out for me to come up from between her thighs. I crawl up, laying my head down on her chest as her arm wraps around my waist. Her hand gently rubbed small circles on my side.

The sound of the front door breaks the once peaceful atmosphere. Both of our eyes widen as we hear the sound of Danny unlocking the door.

“Shit! Get dressed!” Sam whispers as we both scramble off the bed.

“No shit sherlock!” I whisper shout back, which is quickly muted by Sam throwing my shirt at my face.

We both quickly throw our clothes on, despite Sam still missing her shirt that had been discarded in the hallway. I rush to hide in the closet, not wanting to get my shit rocked by a guy built like a lumberjack. The sound of the front door opening and Danny’s boots echoing across the wooden floorboards as loud as the sound of my heart. The door finally opens.

“Hey babe, forgot my wallet.” Danny states with an absent minded chuckle, grabbing his wallet off the nightstand and rushing off, not wanting to be late for his night with his ‘boys’.

Sam’s eyebrows furrow as he leaves, despite her being half naked, he didn’t question it. When the slam of the front door closing sounds throughout the apartment, I exit the closet. I move over to the bed where Sam sat on the edge. I gently pushed her to lay back down, not seeing the smile that pricked her lips at the action. I cuddle up to her chest, letting out a soft sigh as her hand moves to run through my hair, the other softly trailing my spine.

“Your boyfriend is an idiot.” I mumble, causing a chuckle to emerge from Sam.

#sam carpenter #samantha carpenter #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x fem reader #samantha carpenter x reader #sam carpenter smut

[saltofmercury]

Pairing: König x reader

Plot: You’ve been talking to König for a while but when will he make the first move?

A/N: I love this one. I just love it. I hope you love it too.

"Just a little patience"

The first few months of getting to know K were like pulling teeth. He was a very personal and reserved man. The few things he did share with you were that he went by his last name König. He told you K was good if you didn’t want to address him by his last name.

He was from Austria, it was clear from his accent that one night. He told you a little bit about his family, but it wasn't enough.

He was an early bird and usually up at 4am greeting you with a “good morning” and continuing the conversation from the night before. He would send you pictures of the sunrise when he was usually off to the gym to workout. By the time you woke up at 7:30, you had his undivided attention and the conversation would start flowing throughout the day.

He liked Greek mythology, astronomy, dogs, working out, and meditation. He disliked lying, karaoke, and chewing gum. He was in bed by 9pm and by 9:15 he stopped responding.

He told you he worked in the military, and didn't say much about that. The message he wrote was simple,

“What do you do for a living?”

“I’m active in the military.” He said.

“Oh, is there a specific job you do?”

“No.”

It was strange but you felt the need to not pry into his job too much. Military was already a sensitive subject in your world, and it didn’t seem like he wanted to elaborate. So you dropped it and moved on.

Another thing you did notice was that he had yet to make the first move. Well, you couldn’t be that tough on him, he did approach you and give you his number after all. But through your back and forth texting, there wasn’t ever any follow up to it. Not a dinner date. Not an invite to his house. Not even a cup of coffee. You felt as if the ball was in his court now since you had texted him and continued to text him every day. A surprising thing though was the conversation never once died out or turned dry.

*

One day after the 3 months of texting, he surprised you with a text that read:

“Will be leaving in a couple of days on a work related matter. I would like to take you out.”

Your stomach dropped. You quickly messaged him back:

“How long will you be leaving? I would love that! Where should we go?”

He messaged back:

“I’ll be gone for about a month.”

A month? What could possibly take that long for him to be gone? Why did he choose now to suddenly get to know you in person after you had been talking back and forth morning and night?

You hesitated. Was this even going to be worth it?

You saw the gray bubbles pop up on the screen and die out. The bubbles popped up again, disappearing again.

You decide to message him back:

“A month seems like a long time.”

“Yes it is, which is why I want to see you in person.”

This was one of the only opportunities you were going to finally see him in person. You caved.

“Okay. What day were you thinking?”

*

The days leading up to your first date were nerve wrecking. He had been pretty cryptic about the whole day. He said you guys were going to have dinner and to dress comfortably. He gave you an address to come to.

The whole thing turned you off.

First, this guy had the nerve to text back and forth with no phone calls, no photos of himself, and he didn’t even have a full name to look him up on social media.

Second, chivalry was dead. He wasn’t picking you up but he told you to come to an address. When you looked up the address it was a house up on a hill.

That’s not strange at all you thought.

Until you kept overthinking this whole ordeal and put the pieces together. Secluded house on top of a hill? He gave you an address to come to? He has no way of tracing anything back to him?

You started to feel sick. Well of course there was a reason he never showed his face late at night… and at the grocery store…. He only ever sent you pictures of skies… were they pictures of how the sky looked when his victims perished that day?

You text him quickly

“Don’t think I can make it on Friday night. Might need to reschedule.”

30 seconds later:

“Oh. I thought you said you had the night available?”

You panicked. You had sounded excited and even told him you had canceled plans to leave work early.

“I think it would be best to reschedule.”

No response. 3 minutes later:

“Is there something wrong?”

You bit your lip. You had to be honest with him.

“I don’t like the idea of going on a date with someone who barely makes an effort to tell me about themselves and now they’re inviting me to an unknown house up in the hills.”

5 minutes pass.

“Would you prefer your house then?”

What was wrong with a PUBLIC PLACE?

You started to feel sketched out about all this.

“Listen König, can’t we meet somewhere public? It isn’t helping me right now that you want to meet me alone in an area with no people surrounding us.”

7 minutes pass.

The bubbles appear and disappear again. Finally, a response.

“I’m sorry. I was thinking of myself. I’ll find something else we can work with.”

You felt relieved. Okay so this guy wasn’t a serial killer… he was actually pretty flexible and understanding. You feel bad now.

Another message sent through to you:

“Observatory. 6pm. Can’t wait to meet you.”

*

The work day had come and gone and you were on your way to the observatory.

You were nervous. The good thing was that you knew he would be able to be spotted within a crowd.

As you parked your car and headed toward the building, you saw him.

He’s standing there dressed up. He’s wearing pants, dress shoes, and of course, a turtleneck above his ears. He’s also got some sort of fabric tucked under his arm and a backpack on. He’s staring up at the top of the building, hands in his pockets. He looks like a statue, but you can see the way his shoulders and chest rise up and down.

Now you felt dumb that you didn’t bother dressing up. You came casually…

Your nerves hit you and you decide to text him.

“I can see you.” Sent.

You watch him from a distance.

He pulls out his phone, you can see his eyebrows rise. He messages back:

“Are you planning on running into me with your cart again? Is this a fair warning from you?”

You smile and you feel your cheeks start to blush.

“Not today, I’m headed towards you.”

No less than 5 seconds after you send it to him he turns in your direction.

You start to feel the heat rise from your cheeks to your entire face. God, did you ever notice the color of his hair? The way his sweater fit so tight around his fit body? His bottom of his face remained covered but his eyes and eyebrows gave away enough.

This was one of the most exciting yet scariest experiences of your life.

“Hi” you stop in front of him with a smile.

“Hi.” You can hear the accent in his voice. You see his ears again get red. He’s attempting to make eye contact with you but you can see he’s staring at the top of your head.

“Come now, we’ve got a small place reserved.”

He takes your hand and leads you behind the building.

The people around there stop and watch him. There are eyes on you both. You hear murmurs and whispers. As he leads you away to a small area surrounded by plants, and in front a skyline of the city. He unwraps a blanket and sets the backpack down.

“You may sit,” he says softly.

You sit on the blanket and watch him. He sits half on the blanket and half on the grass. His legs taking up most of the room in front of him. He unpacks the backpack — a small picnic.

You’re giddy and can’t stop smiling.

“I packed you this,” he says softly. He proceeds to stare forward and has his arms extended behind him.

“Are you not going to eat?” You ask

“I ate earlier. I only packed for you.” He says sheepishly.

You look at the spread before you, he packed cheeses, grapes and pears, two small jars of jam, and a freshly baked bread. It was still warm.

You suddenly feel self conscious.

“You’re not … you’re not going to eat?”

He keeps staring forward but responds,

“I’m sorry I didn’t know what you would like. I made my best assumptions based on your cart at the market.”

You laugh.

“So you were peeking?”

He turns and stares at the top of your head again.

“I did.” He says quietly. “You buy a lot of sweets. Apricot cookies, chocolate wafers, and Oreos.” He turns back.

He speaks again

“I want to be honest with you. The address I sent you was my house. I admit it was a bit forward. I was thinking of myself.”

Well now you feel stupid.

“No, no it just took me off guard.” You bite your lip and proceed “You sometimes give me no context or details.”

He’s still staring off, but you can see his eyebrows pinching together.

“It’s important to be honest. I know. I’m practicing to communicate better.”

You can feel the push inside you, you want to say it, you want to sooooo bad.

“Why did you decide after so long to meet me? I’m kind of upset because if I had known that picnics and sunsets were in the deal, I would've loved to get to meet you in person sooner.”

He’s still staring off in front of him. You can see him inhale and exhale slowly.

“I…” he starts off

“I don’t know how to do these things…” he exhaled

You stare at him.

“I’m new to all of this,” he admits quietly. “I don’t know how to be with another person that I don’t know at all.”

You look at him. He looks defeated, sad, and helpless.

He turns back to you and looks at your eyes but stares back at your forehead.

“But I want to try it with you.” He says finally.

You smile wide and he turns away.

The night crawls over you two, and he starts to pack up. You help him fold the blanket and he walks you to the car.

He stands behind you and you say, “so when will I get to see your face?”

His eyes sort of open wide, but he says calmly

“If you have patience with me…”

He grabs a hold of your hand and places a kiss on it through his turtleneck.

“I promise I’ll be worth your wait.”

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[sturniyolos]

𝖼𝗋𝗒𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 - 𝖼.𝗌

It was no secret that you and Chris loved each other. You guys were happy with one another— key word were. It all went crumbling down when the three month mark hit. Every day, every night, dusk till dawn, all that was heard was arguments on arguments. Fights that started over the smallest things— from him coming home late without telling you, or you not cleaning up the house when that was your task for the day. Chris knew deep down you hated arguing, as it hit close to home with you. Living in an emotional household, crying and yelling to each other about bills that needed to be paid. But the more you guys fought everyday, the more he started to forget how it made you feel.

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Tonight, you had nothing planned but you wanted to do something special for Chris. You wanted to show him how much you appreciate him, through thick and thin. After a few months of saving up, you got him Lil Skies’ tickets as well as a silver chain he’s been saving up for, and a few of his favorite snacks. You also decided to cook your guys’ favorite comfort meal— which was pasta.

As the clock strikes 8pm, Chris should’ve been on his way to your apartment already. You just finished cooking and now you were just washing the last of dishes, setting up the table for tonight, and lighting up a few candles.

The clock strikes 9pm, still sitting in your designated dinner spots, waiting for Chris to walk in the door. You sent him a few texts before seeing where he was, but got no response in return.

The clock now striking 11pm. You were tired from today and decided to just head to bed. You put a plastic cover on both of your guys’ food, dissembled the designs on the table, and blew out the candles. But as you blew out the candle, you hear keys jingling outside your front door.

As you look up, you see Chris in a state of exhaustion. His eyebags popping out more than usual and his posture was telling you everything you needed to know.

“You’re home.” You say, as you slightly smile at him.

He ignores you as he takes off his shoes, places his items on the couch beside the door, and heads upstairs. He leaves you downstairs, staring blankly at the front door. You storm upstairs, furious of what just happened.

“What the hell was that?” You say, barging in your bedroom.

“Look I don’t want to hear it, I’ve had a hard day today.” He says, taking his shirt off getting ready to shower.

“Why don’t we just talk about our days over dinner? It’ll make us feel bett-“

“The last thing I need right now is yappin’ for the next hour and a half.” He says, walking past you and getting his towel. He’s about to close the bathroom door, until you hold it open.

“Just cause you had a shitty day doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me.” You say.

“I’m not trying to take it out on you, you’re doing that yourself.” He says, running his hand through your hair.

You stare at him in disbelief— not believing one word coming out of his mouth.

“You know what, nevermind then.” You say, getting teary eyed and walking away from him.

He sees you walking away, and that’s what gets him even more pissed. You sat on your bed and as you look up all you see is Chris staring at you.

“I was supposed to end at 8:30pm today but Matt fucking forgets to press record. So we had to refilm the whole video, and then Matt and Nick were arguing the whole time so I don’t even know if it’ll be a good video. While that’s happening, you’re blowing up my phone asking what time I’ll be home when I don’t even know what time I’ll be finished.” He says, basically screaming at you at this point.

You refused to look up at him since tears start pouring down your face. He stops talking,

“Look at me.”

You look up and he’s met with you crying. He scoffs and says,

“The fuck are you crying for? I’m just telling you what happened.” He says, looking down at me.

You stood up, “Can I not be sad? Can I not be upset at the fact my boyfriend is mad at me for wondering where he is? Can I not be-“

He cuts you off, “Yes, obviously you can be fucking upset but right now you’re just being dramatic.” He says, bluntly.

You were sniffling, still in shock of what was coming out of his mouth right now.

He scoffs again, and walks away towards the bathroom. Then, he whispers under his breath,

“Such a fucking crybaby.”

You hear him, and turn him around.

“Repeat what the fuck you just said.”

“You. Are. A. Fucking. Crybaby. You get worked up over the smallest shit and you have to go cry it out. You have to get some thicker skin.” He says, yelling at you.

You stood there, not saying anything. You just stared at him, and he was waiting for a response.

You looked up to your right, and you see a backpack. You grab it and start grabbing all your shit, even though it was your apartment.

“The fuck you doin’?” He asks, following you around.

“I’m done, I’m not doing this shit anymore.” You say walking past him, grabbing your necessities.

“Y-you don’t mean that, cmon.” He says grabbing your wrist, you snatch it back breaking the contact.

You grab your phone charger, your pre-rolled joints, and your portable. You grabbed a few sweaters, making sure none of them were his.

“Cmon baby, l-let’s talk it out.” He says, on the verge of tears.

“Oh, now you wanna talk about it? Fuck outta here.” You say going downstairs. He follows you, as he starts to get teary eyed. You pull out the box that contained his gifts from the back of one of the couches, and you throw it at him. Unable to catch it, it falls against his chest and all the contents fall out. He looks down, but doesn’t have enough time to look at it as you start talking.

“Go eat your cold ass food with your shitty ass gift. I hope you enjoy it, Christopher.” You say walking past him, opening the door and grabbing his keys.

“Baby please, I-I’m sorry please don’t l-leave.” He says crying, holding your wrist before you can leave.

“Yeah? Who’s the crybaby now?” You say, as you get out his grip again, and make your way to your car. You enter your car and as you drive off, unaware of where you are off to.

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Hi this was just a filler story as I’m working on the Chris one from the poll a couple of days ago :-) hope yall enjoyed 💕💕.

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[dd-is-my-guiltypleasure]

A LIFE IN THE DAY

David Duchovny: ‘Love can happen at any age, right?

The actor, 63, on The X Files, songwriting and snacking

EKATERINA GERBY

Interview by Helen Cullen

Wednesday January 17 2024, 12.01am GMT, The Sunday Time

Duchovny was born in New York City. He studied English at Princeton University and Yale, before breaking into acting in the late 1980s, starting in TV adverts and working his way up. In 1993 he began playing the role of the FBI agent Fox Mulder in The X Files, which ran for nine years. He later played Hank Moody in Californication. He has also released three folk-rock albums and published five novels — last year he directed a film adaptation of one of these, Bucky F***ing Dent. Duchovny has two grown-up children from his former marriage to the actress Téa Leoni. He lives in California, with his girlfriend, Monique Pendleberry, and his two dogs, Brick and Rookie.

I like to get up at dawn because those are my best thinking and writing hours. I love the sunrise but it also means I can get some work done before the sun gets too much. That’s the best time of day for me. I have a coffee that makes me think I’m brilliant for ten minutes and that’s all I need to get going.

Food to me is just fuel and I don’t have very advanced taste buds. I think everything kind of tastes OK, which people react to with suspicion. For breakfast I like oatmeal — what my Scottish mother called porridge.

If I’m filming I still like an early start, but I shot my recent film What Happens Later, with Meg Ryan, all through the night because we filmed in a regional airport after it closed at 9pm. That’s a bit of a nightmare for me as a morning person, but we developed a great camaraderie from working while the world was asleep. My daughter, West, thought it was great to see a romantic comedy film with people my age, but I don’t think of myself as any age, so I hadn’t thought about that. Love can happen at any age, right?

Everybody wants me to have a hobby, but I’m blessed because I love my work. I’ve been able to branch out into music, writing and directing. With songwriting I can pick up the guitar at any time. If you wait for inspiration to hit, you’ll be sitting on your ass for ever.

I knock off for lunch about 12pm. That’s when I have the one big meal of the day that would be recognisable to other humans as a proper meal — vegetables and a protein such as fish. The rest of the time I snack.

In the afternoon I work out. I love the games I played when I was younger — boxing, tennis and basketball — but as I get older I tend to get hurt doing those, so I’ve found Pilates is best for me. It’s still super hard but the least dangerous.

I live in Malibu and the height of my fame has passed, so it’s not difficult for me to move around any more. It’s a different era now because everybody has a phone, so paparazzi are more a thing of the past. I tend to go to the same places where people are bored of seeing me.

There are always different reasons why fans might stop me — it could be still because of The X Files or Californication. I am very proud of The X Files. I can’t think of another show like it in terms of cultural impact and longevity. I just thought we were making good, goofy TV but Chris Carter, the creator and director, saw what was coming in terms of the culture of conspiracy theories. Gillian Anderson [his co-star] and I went from being unknown to globally recognised in a couple of years. We don’t get to see each other that much as she lives in London, but there’s no one else I can share that with.

West is an actor now too. It wasn’t something that I would have charted out for her because I know how difficult it is, even more so for a woman, but I want her to do something she’s passionate about. There are still dark corners in Hollywood but the pitfalls and dangers are much more upfront.

I do enjoy a party, but I’d rather spend time with friends in the evening. Because I like to get up so early, I go to bed early also. I feel electric light has really f***ed with our sense of mind and body, and that we were made to hide in the cave at night from predators and wake up with the sun, so I try to do that. Constitutionally, I feel like that works for me.

Words of wisdom

Best advice I was given

It doesn’t matter if people laugh; it matters if it feels funny to you

Advice I’d give

There’s no such thing as good advice — you have to come to it on your own

What I wish I’d known

Take a moment to appreciate what you’ve done before worrying about the next thing

What Happens Later is in cinemas now and available to stream in spring. The Reservoir by David Duchovny is out now (Akashic Books £19.95)

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#david duchovny #2024 #what happens later #txf #meg ryan #mo #malibu #his life now #west duchovny

[jpmarvel90]

I'm just so tired

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

Word Count: 3342

Relationship: Scarlett x Reader

Summary: Y/n is struggling with a demanding job whilst Scarlett is away filming, with no idea the toll it's taking on her girlfriend.

Y/N’s POV:

It’s 9pm and I’m finally driving home from work. I really hate my job. After I left college, I got what I thought was my dream job working at a global marketing firm. But boy was I wrong. The management team treated their staff like shit and the pay was crap. When I first started working there, I had to get a second job at a café just to be able to pay rent.

Thankfully, my second job brought me the one greatest happiness in my life, and that’s my girlfriend, Scarlett Johansson. Yep, you heard me right, me a small town girl working two jobs, is dating THE Black Widow. She would come into the shop 3 times a week on her way to set and would always take the time to chat. Over time our chats became more flirty before she finally asked me out on a date.

That was just over a year ago. I’ve had a promotion at work, so I was able to quit my job at the café, which in turned allowed me to have more time with Scarlett. That was until my stupid boss started to hammer me with more work than anyone else, setting ridiculous deadlines. Unfortunately finish at 9pm was not a rarity.

I feel so run down and lost. I thought I had everything planned out, but I any enthusiasm I had for doing this job, for being in this marketing world was gone. I could feel the tears starting to roll down my cheeks as I drove home. All I wanted to do was get home and cuddle my girlfriend. But I can’t. She’s been in Atlanta filming for the last month.

We’ve spoken as often as we can, but as filming has picked up it’s become hard to talk. I dropped her a text before I left work to see if she was free for a call this evening, but I didn’t expect a response. So here I am trudging up to my apartment ready to collapse on my bed.

Just as I open my door, my phone starts to ring, and the name causes me to smile for the first time today.

Y/N: Hey Babe, how are you?

Scarlett: Hey gorgeous, I’m doing better now I’m talking to you. How was your day?

Y/N: It was busy, I’m just getting back to my apartment now.

Scarlett: Babe, it’s like nine thirty. Why are you so late?

Y/N: Oh, it was just a busy day and I’ve got a deadline tomorrow so needed to get it done. Anyway, how is filming going?

Scarlett: Filming’s fine. You sound tired. Are you sure you’re ok?

I paused for a moment, trying so hard to stop my tears from falling. I hadn’t told Scarlett how bad work was. She had so much going on that I didn’t want to bother her with it.

Scarlett: Babe? I want to see your face; I’m switching to face time.

Y/N: No, I’m fine. It’s just been a rough couple of weeks. I’m fine….

Facetime request

I reluctantly accept knowing that either way she’s going to know something is wrong.

Y/N: Ah man, did you have to tease me being in costume?

I try to lighten the mood and move the conversation on but it’s not working.

Scarlett: Have you been crying? Babe, please tell me what’s wrong.

Y/N: I’m just tired. Like I said, work has been busy, you know what my emotions are like when I’m tired.

Scarlett: Y/N, don’t lie to me. In the year I’ve known you, I think I’ve only seen you cry twice. Just because I’m not with you, doesn’t mean I don’t want to be there for you. Now please, tell me what’s wrong.

Her face contorts into a worried frown and it causes me to cry but I’m able to prevent a full-on crying session from ensuing. 

Y/N: I’m just so tired. I don’t know how much longer I can push myself. I’m not getting anywhere at work. I’m getting more work but no benefits. I just feel like my whole life is revolving around work, there’s no time for anything else.

Scarlett’s face turns soft, and I can see her own eyes are glossing over.

Scarlett: Oh baby, I’m so sorry. Hopefully this will all pass, and they’ll see what an amazing worker you are. You are so great at your job, it will all come together.

I just nodded as I compose myself. I want to move on from this subject. I don’t want to worry her anymore.

Y/N: I know. I’m just being silly. It’s almost the weekend and I can take a break. Anyway, we barely talk at the moment, so I don’t want the time we do have together to be taken up by me being an emotion mess. How is filming going?

Scarlett rolls her eyes and lets out a little chuckle.

Scarlett: It’s going really well. We’ve almost finished the night shoots which will mean that I’ll be able to call you more. I miss talking to you every day.

Y/N: That’s great. I’m glad it’s going well. I miss you so much. We’re over halfway, not long to go now.

I smile, trying to keep my eyes open.

Scarlett: Babe, go to bed. You’re tired.

Y/N: Noooo, I’m awake, I’ve not spoken with you in 3 days!

Scarlett: I promise I’ll call you tomorrow. But you need sleep.

Y/N: Urgh, fine! But you’re bring that suit home.

I huff but giving her a cheeky grin and eyebrow wiggle.

Scarlett: If it’ll make you go to bed, deal! Now off to sleep!

Y/N: I’m going to hold you to that! Ok, I’m off. I miss you and I love you!

Scarlett: I love you more. Speak tomorrow.

I close off the call before grabbing a quick protein bar. These work hours are really playing havoc with my eating habits! Walking into my room, I barely have the energy to change. I leave my clothes in a pile on my floor before collapsing into my bed.

*beep, beep*

Urgh, I’m woken up at 5:30 by my obnoxious alarm. One more day and then it’s the weekend and I can spend it sleeping in. I jump in the shower and then make myself a proper breakfast, so I know I’ll be getting at least one decent meal today. 

I feel like I’m just coasting through the motions as I get ready and head off to the office. My heart sinks as I see the new paperwork sat on my desk for the admin of the latest marketing campaigns. I guess it’s another late finish for me today!

Scarlett’s POV:

It’s times like this I hate being so far away from Y/N. I just wanted to reach through the phone and give her a hug. I know she’s hiding how bad she’s really feeling. I’ve barely seen her cry and it breaks my heart that I’m not there for her when she is clearly struggling.

Whilst still deep in thought about my girlfriend, I’m called back to set to finish up the scenes for tonight. As I’m walking back over Joe pulls me aside. “Hey Scarlett, we’ve had to change up the schedule to fit in a couple of reshoots on the stunts. That means after tonight we won’t need you for a few days. You’ll be due back on set on Wednesday next week.” I feel relief wash over me.

I can’t wait to have a long weekend off. “Am I needed for anything else or am I completely free until Wednesday?” I ask, starting to get an idea. “Yep, get some rest and enjoy your time off!” He responds rushing off to his next location.

I work as hard as I can to get the final scenes completed and they go really well, and we get them done pretty quickly. I decide that I’m going to fly back to New York and surprise Y/N. As soon as I’m in my trailer I’m on my laptop searching for available flights. I book one which will get me in with enough time to set up a surprise.

Timeskip

I finally arrive at Y/N’s apartment a little before 4. I let myself in and get to work with preparing her surprise. The best thing about Y/N’s apartment is the roof access she has. Every Friday night she comes up here with a glass of wine and chills. The views are pretty cool and whenever I’m home, I join her.

Knowing how stressed and tired she’s been, I decide on setting up a movie night. I arrange a big projector which I have help setting up from my brother. I then arrange a makeshift bed with loads of comfy pillows and of course, get Y/N’s favourite snacks.

By the time I’ve finished it’s 6 and Y/N should be home any minute now. I plan to hide up on the roof and wait for her to join me. Time goes by and it’s now just after 9 and Y/N still isn’t here. I decide to drop her a text and pretend that I’ve got some time between filming.

Scarlett: Hey Babe, I’ve got an hour break if you’re free to call? Are you home?

Y/N: I’m just leaving work. I’ll call you when I’m home. Give me 30 minutes.

She’s working late again. I thought her deadline had already passed. I start to wonder how bad work really has been for her recently. We’ve always been honest with each other, but I feel like she’s been hiding this from me. I just wish I knew why.

From the roof I hear Y/N’s car pull up and I get ready for when she comes up to the roof. For some reason I’m getting nervous, I can’t wait to see my beautiful girlfriend again. About 5 minutes later, sure enough I hear the handle of the roof turn and I stand up facing the door.

I watch as Y/N walks through the door, wine glass in hand, in a pair of black shorts and one of my hoodies. I smile at how cute she looks, but it doesn’t go unnoticed how tired she looks too. She has bags under her eyes and her whole body seems deflated. My poor baby.

As she turns the corner her eye’s light up as she sees what I’ve set up. “Oh my God.” She whispers, before noticing me stood in the middle. Without saying anything further she runs and jumps up into my arms. I hold her tight. “Hey Baby. I’ve missed you.” I say into her hair.

I place her on the floor, and she looks at me directly in the eyes, I can see that she is holding back her tears. Her eyes flick down to my lips, so I pulled her close, putting a loose strand of hair behind her ear, before connecting our lips in a soft kiss full of love. I can feel that her tears are falling now, so I hold her tight letting her know I’m there.

After a minute or so, she pulls back, still clasping my hands. “What are you doing here?” She asked. “Our schedule was changed last minute so I’ve got 5 days off. After speaking with you yesterday, I knew I had to come back to you.” She smiles at me as I talk. Her eyes searching my face like she’s taking in every detail.

I lead her towards the makeshift bed, and we lie down together. She snuggles into me, her head on my chest and an arm over my stomach, slowly tracing random patterns just under my shirt. “Babe, please tell me what’s going on. Please tell me the truth.” I ask calmly, hoping she’ll share.

I look down to her as she takes a deep breath before she sits up. I turn to face her and take both of her hands in mine. “I hate work.” She blurted out. I furrow my eyebrows at her but allow her to carry on. “I work my ass off and it gets me nowhere. Each day I go in and there is more shit they want me to do in short timelines. I try and explain, and they just tell me I’m lucky I work there and that there are hundreds of other people that would do anything to be where I am.” She looks at her lap as she’s talking as if she is ashamed.

“I try so hard to prove myself above everyone else, but it gets harder every day. I’m exhausted and I just have no motivation for anything anymore. I just feel like the dream I had has turned into a nightmare.” Her voice breaks as does my heart. I can’t believe my baby has been feeling like this and I didn’t know.

“How long has this been going on?” I ask. She hesitates. “I mean it’s always been tough but these last 4 months have been unbearable.” There’s a silence as I take in that she has been feeling this broken for 4 months I hadn’t even noticed. What kind of girlfriend can’t see the person they love is hurting?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask holding back my own tears. “I didn’t want to worry you. You work so hard and do so many great things. I felt stupid for breaking down over this.” Her words are like daggers to my heart. I feel such guilt for not providing her with an environment where she can share these feelings with me. I pull her onto my lap and hug her so tightly. “Listen to me. You are not stupid. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. But I want to know when you’re feeling like this. I’m your girlfriend, I’m meant to be able to help you. It breaks me to think you’ve been going through this on your own.”

I can no longer stop my own tears as I cling to her for dear life, like I’m going to lose her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just didn’t know what to do.” Y/N says into my chest. I pull her face into my hands so she’s looking at me. “No, you do not need to apologise. Just know that I am here for you, even when I’m miles away. I want to know how you’re feeling. Both the good and the bad. Ok?” She nods and I place a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I don’t know how I’m going to solve this.” She said, rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. “Quit your job.” I said without hesitation. “What? I can’t do that I need to pay rent, buy food!” She argues. “Firstly, you clearly haven’t been spending money on food, don’t think I haven’t noticed how thin you’re getting.” I lightly scold. I know she’s not doing it on purpose, she’s probably been too tired to eat working so late.

“Secondly, move in with me.” I ask almost at a whisper. She lifts her head and looks at me with confusion. “What?” she questioned. “I said move in with me. We’ve been together for a year. It’s about time.” She still looks confused as she rubs her hand against her forehead.

“Scar, you don’t have to ask me to move in out of pity.” She spoke cautiously. “Hey! No no, that’s not what this is. I had planned to ask you when I got back from Atlanta. You’re it for me. I don’t want to wait any longer, I want you to move in with me.” I say with conviction to show I mean it.

Her eyes fill with tears again, as she slowly nods her head. “Ok, I’ll move in with you. I’d love that.” She pulls me into a big hug and whispers “I love you.” I don’t want to ever let her go. “But I can’t quit my job.” I’m shocked by her response. “But babe, it’s not good for you.” She shakes her head. “I don’t want to be reliant on you. I want to be able to contribute to bills and treat you to fancy dates and surprise gifts.” She explains.

“You don’t need to do that. I want to take care of you. You don’t need to buy my love.” I pause thinking for a moment at how we can work this out. “How about, you quit your job on Monday. You can fly to Atlanta with me and then when I’m done filming, we’ll take a month to go travelling for a bit. Then when we’re back, you can look to get a job that you actually want. One that isn’t going to drive you into the ground.”

I can see her thinking for a while before responding. “Ok, I like the sound of that.” She says. I squeal in excitement and tackle her in a hug, resulting in us being a tangled mess on the bed. “We’re moving in together!” I exclaim. “God, I love you.” Once again I pull Y/N towards me into a passionate kiss. She giggles against my lips as I roll her over. “I love you too. Thank you for all of this. Shall we watch a movie?” She asks, looking at me with her love eyes. I nod and start the first movie. We snuggle up on the bed and spend the night watching movies.

We didn’t wake up until 12 the following morning. I woke up before Y/N and just watched her sleep, grateful she was finally getting rest. Once she wakes up, we lie in comfortable silence for a while before she slings a leg over me straddling me. “I’ve missed waking up to you.” She says, placing feather like kisses over my face causing me to giggle.

We hold eye contact for a while whilst she rubs her thumb over my cheek. “I can’t wait to move in with you if all my mornings start with you straddling me.” I tease, giving her hips a squeeze. Y/N leans down kissing up my neck then along my jaw before meeting my lips. “I’ll wake you up this way every morning if that’s what you want.” She whispers before smashing out lips together into a deep kiss. She gives both my top and bottom lips equal attention before swiping her tongue across my bottom lip asking for permission, which I instantly give.

Her tongue invades my mouth deepening the kiss with every move. I let out a small moan which results in Y/N pulling back and smiling at me. I hook my leg around her waist and flip us so I’m on top. I leant down and whispered seductively into her ear. “I brough home the suit.” Her eyes widen and a big grin appears on her face. “Well, what are you waiting for?” She responds. I jump off the bed to be greeted with a slap to my ass. I squeal and run to get dressed.

This was what I had always wanted in life. Someone who I adored and who adored me. I couldn’t wait to spend the next few months with Y/N and then the rest of our life together.

Timeskip

Y/N’s POV:

It was three months after Scarlett surprised me on the roof and asked me to move in with her. Whilst travelling she had proposed to me on a beach in Bora Bora. I of course had said yes. Once we got home, I started looking for jobs and I’m now working for a local company. It’s small but I love it. I’m actually paid more than I was, and I have much more responsibility. But the best thing is I’m happy. I’ve got a great work/life balance. I enjoy going to work and then I get to come home, at 5 every day, to my beautiful fiancé who I cannot wait to marry. My life feels like a dream and I hope that I never wake up.

#scarlett johansson fanfiction #scarlett johansson x y/n #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson #celebrity fanfic

[blue-jisungs]

would you ever consider turning single dad yoongi or vampire j-hope’s stories from the bts ot7 headcannon you did where they first meet y/n? i really, REALLY enjoyed those. they made me giggle and grin at work. :D

whipped

a/n. i went with dad yoongi bc GAWD DAYUM. also i’m so glad you liked them and they made you giggle… however i hope you didn’t get in trouble or something 😭 and sorry you had to wait for so long :(

ps anon is talking about this!! i changed the sons name but overall bare with me bc i don’t really like how it turned out?? enjoy tho ^^ and thank u @slytherinhobi for coming up with the kid's name teehee <3

warnings. one or two curse words

yoongi puts up the cup of coffee but barely manages to even touch it with his lips when his ringtone fills the room.

“see, i told you…” he scoffs looking at his friends, seokjin and hoseok but his voice dies out. yoongi reaches for his phone, putting down the cup hurriedly.

his friends exchanged looks, shaking their heads.

“oh. i understand, of course. i’ll pick him up in an hour. thank you. good bye” yoongi was speaking softly and then hung up, sighing.

“again?” hobi asked, amused smile on his lips “dude, just do what namjoon said”

“whatever. you want to go with me? he’ll be happy to see you” yoongi asked, taking a sip of his coffee and stood up lazily.

“of course! as his favourite fun uncle–” seokjin stood up, stretching dramatically.

“yah! i’m his favourite uncle–!”

“who said that?”

“me!”

“you…!”

the sound of doors closing made them rush to them, not wanting to miss a meeting with their friend’s son.

namjoon was right. and so were all of his friends.

he should get a babysitter.

so here he was, with juwon on his lap as they skimmed through the site. his 5 year old son kept squirming, the task starting to get boring.

“him?” yoongi asked, pointing at a guy with blonde hair. juwon shook his head as a no. his dad sighed, looking at the small copy of him. suddenly juwon’a eyes blinked with excitement.

“papa!” he grinned, touching the screen of his laptop (even though yoongi said thousand times not to, but let it slide because he has a soft spot for him)

“someone caught your eye?” the older min let out a chuckle and ruffled his son’s hair, his voice got stuck in his throat as his eyes landed upon the person.

“y/s y/n” juwon read your name out loud and grabbed his dad’s hand that was on the computer mouse, clicking the read more button.

“y/s y/n” yoongi repeated, not able to take off eyes from the picture of you. he never believed in love at first sight, even his juwon’s mom.

but you… you just had something enchanting. the way you were smiling softly on the picture, e/c eyes sparkling with joy.

“papa, she’s almost as old as you!” the boy giggled, wrapping arms around his dad’s neck.

“you spend too much time with uncle jungkook, youngster. i’m not old” yoongi scoffed, looking at your information.

26, worked before in daycares and even primary school, finished studies, et cetera et cetera. loves kids, music, autumn…

“can she be my aunt?” juwon asks quietly, bringing yoongi back to reality “she’s really pretty…”

“aunt? oh, you mean nanny? of course. i’ll give her a call but you’ll go to bed, alright?” yoongi asked, voice soft.

“m’kay! will you come give me a hug later?” juwon blinked. yoongi nodded, ruffling his hair before picking up his phone to make a call.

suddenly he realised he’s nervous.

why is he though? it’s just a call to ask if you’re willing to watch over juwon. just a call.

a call with a pretty girl.

god, he needs to focus.

yoongi closed his laptop and rung, looking at the clock. it was 9pm, which is kind of late but…

“hello?” your voice made him go weak in the knees. suddenly you yawned and giggled and oh god, it was the cutest giggle he’d ever heard “sorry, i was asleep…”

“oh no, it’s fine! did i wake you up? i apologise” he cleared his throat, words suddenly flowing out of his mind. there was a moment of silence before you spoke up.

“i’m guessing you’re calling in regards to the job announcement…?” you ask hesitantly "at least i'm hoping so..."

“yes. if you’re available, of course. could we have a trial week?” yoongi hummed, leaning down to pick up a cookie plushie that juwon must have left behind.

“oh. yes, of course! how old is your kid, mr…?” you smiled and he could clearly hear it. focus, yoongi.

“juwon is five. i’ll send you the address through text. is next monday okay?” he asked.

“mhm”

“great. see you soon then” yoongi said.

“yeah. good night, mr juwon’s dad” you let out a little chuckle

“good night” yoongi nodded and quickly hung up, his heart beating like crazy. he had a feeling that he forgot about something.

whilst caressing his hair anxiously he stepped into juwon’s bedroom with a subconscious grin.

after the weekend here you were, hesitantly looking around in front of the fancy door. you took a deep breath and knocked, the sound of feet suddenly running around making you smile.

“juwon, don’t–!”

the door opened and you grinned upon seeing a small boy standing in them. he was tightly hugging a cookie plushie, looking at you with his brown eyes wide.

“hi” you smiled sweetly but the boy backed out and hid behind his dad’s legs. you looked up and couldn’t smile at how alike they were, almost 1:1. this kid was literally his copy. they were staring at you with their mouth open, which made you grin.

“hi” yoongi breathed out, his heart beating like crazy against his rib cage. pull yourself together, he thought.

“can i come in?” you asked, the chilly wind whistling in the background making yoongi realise he’s staring.

“of course, sorry. do you want something to drink?” yoongi asked, letting you in.

you took off your shoes and coat, both mins looking at you in awe. you tried your best to stop the blush from creeping on your cheeks.

“tea, if you don’t mind. what’s your name?” you asked juwon softly, even though you knew the answer. he looked at his dad hesitantly and when he just nodded with the softest smile ever, you knew you’re in trouble.

“juwon” he mumbled and ran away off to this room. yoongi smiled politely and gestured you to sit down.

“he’s… like me. as much as i find it adorable, he has problems with socialising at the daycare” yoongi sighed, reaching for a cup.

“i see. it’s not a bad thing though. some kids are more introverted and others are just making new friends everyday” you nodded.

“i know. but since he doesn’t like daycare, i won’t pressure him. hence you” yoongi gave you a steaming cup of tea.

“thank you, mr min” you said and watched his eyes widen a little.

“no need to be so formal. call me yoongi, please” he smiled politely and took a glance at the clock “ah, i have to go. please call me if there’s a problem”

“of course, yoongi” you hummed and he froze while reaching for his bag “have a nice day!”

“t-thank you” the man stuttered and you could swear his ears were tinted with pink.

a week passed way too fast. you had a lot of fun with juwon, even though he was still opening up to you.

when it came to his dad, you were going insane. min yoongi was driving you absolutely crazy (even though he was leaving the house once you arrived and sending you back home the moment he was back) but you felt a bit… guilty. what if he’s married? sure, he doesn’t have a wedding ring but some people don’t wear it, right? or maybe he has a girlfriend? however you didn’t see any pictures of him and a woman placed around a house. on the other hand, he had a lot of pictures framed of him and his friends. what if one of his friends is actually his boyfriend?

it was lazy evening on a saturday night… well, actually it was nearly midnight when juwon yawned obnoxiously loud and made you turn back to reality.

“you’re tired, huh?” you scoffed quietly and shook your head, looking at the tv. normally you would just come by monday-friday but yoongi called and asked if you can watch over juwon on saturday because he was pressured to meet with his friends (by them, against his will).

so here you were, watching cartoons with juwon and his plush friend, shooky.

juwon suddenly clung onto you, his small hands wrapping around your waist.

“‘m sleepy” he mumbled, placing shooky on your tummy.

“me too” you hummed, turning off the tv. the living room turned dark, only lit up by the weak moonlight peeking from behind the window.

“‘m too tired to go to bed” the boy added. you let out a gentle laugh, not to disturb him and put a blanket over you two.

“it’s okay. good night” you whispered and ruffled his hair before closing your eyes.

you’ll just rest your eyelids for a bit and then carry him to bed, duh.

but before you realised you started dozing off as well.

you didn't catch the sound of door opening and keys clanking but you did hear a soft, quiet sigh followed by a gentle laugh.

“aich, so cute” yoongi mumbled upon seeing you two asleep. his heart was beating a little too hard against his rib cage.

he didn’t realise he was staring until juwon moved in his sleep, shooky falling on the ground.

“shit, i’m whipped” yoongi grunted and reached down for the plushie, failing to notice the smile that bloomed on your lips.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for being mad at my best friend/roommate for repeatedly disregarding our plans to do other things?

sorry this is long, i have no concept of how much detail to add to things. so myself (21f) and my roommate (22f) have been best friends for almost a decade and have lived together for a year. it’s been hard for us both (i think) as i’m pretty codependent and get jealous when she has other friends or guys she’s talking to (it’s something i’m trying to get better with but that’s also a reason i’m seeking to see if i’m the asshole or if i’m just being clingy).

She is very into talking with guys/casually dating, and every instance of her changing or bowing out of plans we have is due to a guy she’s seeing or talking to. the first time this has happened (out of 4 that i can remember from the past ~6m) we had made—what i believed to be—concrete plans to go out on her birthday, as she’d agreed the night before this and i’d mentioned buying her drinks. around 8-9pm she gets a call from the guy she’s currently talking to and he asks her if she wants to go do something, which she immediately agrees to. i was really upset about this one but knew i didn’t have a right to be as it was her birthday and i wanted her to enjoy herself, even if it wasn’t with me. so i told her that, that i was upset but it wasn’t an issue with her and that i wanted her to have fun.

the second time, with a different guy, was when we’d planned to go out for drinks to celebrate my grad school graduation after a concert. she was going to be taking a guy to the concert with her and told me we couldn’t go out after as she didn’t want to just make him leave after the concert. i didn’t see the big deal as the guy had to work in the morning and it would already be late for him, but agreed, despite knowing that meant we would never celebrate that (and still haven’t)

third time was fourth of july when i’d asked her repeatedly if she was still going to be coming with me and my family (who she loves) to watch fireworks. i was excited because i’d never gotten to go with a friend to see fireworks. the day of, morning of, she tells me the guy she was talking to invited her to fireworks so she of course was going to go to those instead.

this is a lot of backstory to the reason i’m really asking aita. for the last three years i have worked a job with a 3am start time, meaning i always went to bed early, like 9pm early. meaning we could never do anything if i worked. yesterday was my last day and so i didn’t have to go to bed early last night. because of that, we had talked for a few days about going out to get margs to celebrate me finally leaving. she got home from work excited about margs, but her new boyfriend was having a slight crisis, nothing pressing or worrying, just a hiccup with his band. she told me she’d asked him if he wanted to call like 20 minutes beforehand, and then laid in my room for about half an hour waiting for him to call (so 50 minutes after the initial text). i asked if she still wanted to go out or if she would rather just call him and deal with that (which i would’ve understood, at this point, hence why i asked) and she said she still wanted to go out. i said we should just leave and if he called we could leave the bar. she agreed and i had started getting dressed, when he called around 9pm. she’d said it would be like a 45 minute phone call and i told her i wanted to try to leave by 10 at the latest. so i’m just hanging out, killing time, and at 10:05 go to check if she’s done, and she’s changed into her PJs. she’d decided she cared more about chatting to her boyfriend than she did about our premade plans to go get drinks and celebrate me leaving a job that made me miserable.

i’m currently not talking to her, i haven’t had much opportunity to so i’m not like actively avoiding her, and this morning i did tell her i was upset. i know i’m allowed to be upset at the situation but i don’t want to be mad at her if i’m just overreacting, as I do have an issue with last minute plan changes or not knowing exactly how something will go. i know we do live together but going out is our ‘catch up’ time because we’ve had pretty opposite work schedules for a while. not to mention it makes it seem as though she views our plans as optional, as if they’re just placeholders until something better comes along. i really don’t know how to feel as i never let myself actually be mad at her since i’m always convinced i’m overreacting. i’ll probably talk with her but i need strangers on the internet to tell me if i should just be upset about the situations or if i have a reason to be mad at my friend herself.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[ughgoaway]

the sick dad matty blurb omfg ACE i’m literally unwell at the thought of mopey messy hair matty falling asleep in ur lap and being so flustered at u seeing him like that- brb fucking crying

also speaking of which genuinely insane timing how you always post smth after i’ve had a very long shift i swear theyre really the one thing i look forward to the most after work 😭😭 uninterrupted horizontal time with ur blurbs it’s true it literally is my fav thing-

also perhaps an extension of sick dad! matty but i just can’t shake the idea of teacher reader being worried about him still and asking annie about it at school the next day and annie just randomly drops a bombshell in the way kids do and says smth like ‘oh daddys so much better today! he’s all smiley and said that you chased the bad coughing monster away for him- can you come do that every time? daddy’s never had anyone do that before’ and it just b r e a ks teacher reader completely pls anyways crying throwing up

(- bff anon also has the can’t shut up disease i fear 😭）

OMG, IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT BFF!!! I just need to look after this man.

like imagine he eventually wakes up and its like 9pm at that point so you're like "okay let's get you to bed" and he's all sad and pouty and says "only if you stay over with me" but he's still half asleep and doesn't quite process what he said for a good few seconds...

wide-eyed, he tries to backtrack, "wait- I'm so sorry I didn't mean it like that! obviously, we haven't slept together yet, but- NO, NOT LIKE 'SLEPT TOGETHER' SLEPT TOGETHER!!! I MEANT LIKE JUST SLEEPING!!! ohmygod-"

you're like "no that sounds nice, let's go upstairs," and matty is silently freaking out bc you're gonna be in his bed. with him. sleeping. he's thought about this scenario 1000 times, and none of them included him being dealthy ill and not having nice sheets on the bed first.

(more rambles below the cut as always)

you get matty to brush his teeth and get ready for bed, even rubbing some moisturiser on him (he just sits there with a dopey grin as you apply)

he always thought you'd be on his chest or he'd be spooning you, but he ends up with his face buried between your boobs and he's out within 10 mins.

oh and the morning after... so much potential...

I must have spidey senses for when you're at work bff!!! the fact that my blurbs make you so happy you look forward to them??? brb vomiting???? that is so kind. horizontal time on tumblr is my fav too, its unmatched.

OH, LITTLE ANNIE TALKING ABOUT HIM PLEASEEEEEE-

I can see her spending the night at hanns bc matty doesn't want her to get ill and doesn't trust George or Ross to keep her overnight.

"Do you even know what 5 year olds eat??"

"bro, why dont you trust us???"

"Yeah... like mushed carrots and shit right. "

you put the kids to work colouring something but secretly call Annie over yo your desk, "hi Annie! I just wanted to ask how your daddy is today, I know he's been a bit poorly"

"...please take her Adam"

she immediately lights up and starts chattering away, "Oh, daddy said he's feeling much better today. he even made me my toast this morning, and he was all smiley the whole time!!! he said you made him all better and played nurse!! can you do that every time he's poorly? he's much happier when you are his nurse than when he goes to the doctors"

obviously, internally you're like "ohmygod he really likes me, and I made him feel better. oh, he couldn't stop smiling, and annie noticed because he was so happy and -"

but externally, you play it cool like, "Oh, that's great, sweetheart! I'm sure next time he's poorly, you can help him feel better too"

Annie is like, "Oh!! I hope he's poorly again soon, I wanna play doctors with you!!!"

you try not to laugh at her wishing her dad ill and just send her back to her desk, but the grin doesn't leave your face all day. thinking about the fact you made matty giddy makes you just as giddy as him.

the next day a bouquet of flowers show up at your door with a note,

"dear nurse y/n,

thank you for coming to look after me even after I cancelled our date. whilst I am slightly mortified you saw me looking like that, I'm more grateful for your help. you made being sick worth it. Spending any time with you is always worth it.

love, matty x

ps, I hope the next time you stay in my bed, I'm substantially less sick, and we're both wearing substantially less clothes ;)"

#the cant shut tf up disease... its spreading... #BUT I LOVE IT!!! NEVER SHUT UP BFF!!! #sorry i hijacked your ask and chatted so much shit... #but sick matty is FULL of potential #anon! #bff anon <33333 #teacher au!

[faithfullyscarred]

stop being so good at writing you make me fall in love with eddie all over again bro T^T ♡

why should i?? eddie is so cute??? i want to give him kisses???? (ily zero💕)

thinking about sleepy eddie!

he’s a night owl, but he swears up and down that he just “never fucking sleeps”. on the weekends he crashes at like 5am and doesn’t wake up until 1pm. he literally takes hour long naps at least once a day, sometimes the naps would be longer. i think in part he’d stay up to get to talk to wayne if he had been working days, but also he’s just a hell beast. and you’re dead fucking wrong if you think he wouldn’t drag you into his shitty sleep schedule sometimes. and there would be times where his body would just be so done with him, his sleep pattern becoming too irregular. he’d be fighting for his life to stay awake, “i’m so not tired that i don’t even know—know what tired means. i mean, what hell do i look like? a toddler at nap time?” his eyes would hardly be open, he wouldn’t even be able to hold his head up anymore.

eddie would be so touchy when he was tired too, and i don’t know how intentional it would be. "can never get enough of you, y'know?" he would be pressed deeply into your side, one hand holding one of yours, the other hand continuously playing with your hair. you would be trying to convince him to just go the fuck to sleep, "ed, you can barely form sentences now, it's time to just sleep" which he would widen his eyes to prove he wasn't tired, "if you're tired you jus' say so, hmm?" and eddie would proceed to spend the next ten minutes that you're the one that was tired, "s'okay, you're so tired, sweetheart. lemme hold you, we'll sleep." this would be at 9pm by the way. and he absolutely would then entirely wrap his entire body around you, pinning you with your back against the bed with his torso. his lips lazily kiss your neck before he mumbles "night, sweetheart" and just clocks out trapping you there.

also thinking about lazy sex with eddie now

#i tried dried apricots today and i hated the experience #like why the fuck is the skin of it like that #good flavor tho so i ate them :) #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie stranger things #ask answered #cherrysabbath

[seventeensbabye]

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now hit 9pm, we went out for dinner and finished any unspoken work before heading back to the hotel. when we got back to the hotel it was 10pm. i was basically drained but i still had work to do so when we walked in after taking off my shoes i rushed to the office. i sat down at the desk and pulled out my laptop and the files i needed to put through the system. i logged in and quickly started to work. maybe 10 minutes after working mr. sim walked in the office. he pulled a chair next to me. i was a little to focused on work to say anything to him right now. he looked at me before closing the computer. “ wha- why? ” he chuckled. “ go shower, you don't need to work now, you can do all of this after tomorrow. ” i became a little frantic, all i wanted to do was get my work done. “ calm down, you need a break. plus you look too tired to be working anyway so after you shower just get in the bed. ”

he took the files i put out and put them back in the folder. “ go. ” listening I got up and walked out of the office. i headed to the bathroom and when i walked in once again he had clothes sitting out on the counter for me. i closed the door and turned on the shower. i took off my clothes once it got to the temp that i wanted. i got in the shower and washed myself. the water was basically a relaxer to me. the warm water hitting my body was so soothing. i was in the shower for about 30 minutes just because it felt good to me. after turning off the water i got out of the shower and dried myself off. the clothes on the counter and my clothes on the floor weren’t there anymore. i assumed they were in the room so i walked out. mr. sim was sitting on the bed with the clothes sitting next to him. “ your clothes are in the washer. ” i nodded and slowly started walking up to him.

“ thank you. ” he got up off of the bed. “ don't thank me, i’m gonna go get in the shower now. ” once again i nodded then he walked in the bathroom. he left the door cracked. why didn't he fully close the door? i shrugged it off and started to get dressed. he turned on the shower by the time i put on the sweats. still leaving me shirtless. i threw on the shirt then folded up the towel. i placed it on the dresser in front of the big mirror in the middle of the room. i walked back to the office to grab my phone. i sat in the office strolling through instagram and tiktok for about 20 or so minutes before walking back into the bedroom. when i walked in the bedroom i sat in the chair in front of the desk in the corner. i heard the water turn off but it didn’t phase me because i was too focused on the videos playing on my phone.

he walked out of the bathroom, soaking wet body and hair, wrapped in a towel. i still scrolled through tiktok not noticing he even came out of the bathroom. i put my phone down to stretch and looked over at the bed where he was standing. i jumped a little when i seen him. his body was slim, hair wet and brushed back, his skin was tanned with a yellow undertone. i just couldn’t stop staring. his back was turned to me at the moment, i just stared at the sight of his back. his towel just sitting on his hips. before i knew it he turned around holding two shirts. i felt so embarrassed when he caught me staring, my face turned red. “ you look like a cherry y/n, calm down. ” i covered my face in utter embarrassment. he just looked so good in a towel i just couldn’t take my eyes off of him. “ stop covering your face. you’re okay, i wanted to do the same thing when you walked out in that towel.

“ anyway lets push past that, which shirt? ” he held up a plain white tee and a black one. “ the black one.. ” he turned around and so did i. i scrolled through tiktok once more trying to get the thought of his body off of my mind. but i couldn't when he turned around i couldn’t even look at his face because i was too focused on his vline. “ you can look now. ” i turned around in the chair to see him in only a pair of sweats. still he had no shirt on. the redness on my face grew again. he still had the shirt in his hand. “ i guess your new name is cherry now. your face grows red in the span of 2 seconds y/n. ” he started to walk closer to me. “ i know, i’m sorry. i can't control it. ” his hand under my chin lifting my head up towards him. “ what did i tell you about apologizing y/n? ” i looked away. “ look at me, what did i tell you? ” i looked back at him nervously. “ you said not to apologize unless you ask me to.. ” he nodded. “ thats right but did i tell you to just now? ” i shook my head. “ words y/n. ”

“ no you didn’t tell me to.. ” he brought his face closer. “ so why did you? ” i shrugged. “ i don't know, its just my automatic response to feeling some sort of embarrassment or nervousness. ” i felt chills running down my spine as he looked into my soul. “ well you need to work on that, okay? it’s bothersome. ” i nodded. “ i will. ” for a minute i thought he was gonna kiss me. the look he gave me when we went silent scared me. he continued to bring his face closer to mines as we sat there and stared at each other. he pulled himself away before he made a move to kiss me. he walked back over to the bed and started to put on the black tee. after putting it on he walked out of the room. did i do something wrong? if so , what did i do? i didn't want to bother him anymore so i just stay put in the chair and started using my phone once more. going from tiktok to instagram then back to tikitok. the silence was loud as i sat there.

after maybe 10 minutes he walk back to the room. one water bottle in his hand and a mug in the other. he walked over to the desk i was sitting at and placed the cup down. “ what is this? ” he walked over to the bed and sat down. “ its tea, it’ll help you sleep tonight. ” he opened the water bottle and took a sip. “ oh, well.. thank you. ” i picked up the cup and took a sip. “ make sure to finish the cup, i know that sounds weird but you sleep better when you drink all of the tea while its still warm. ” i nodded and took another sip of the tea. he put the bottle of water down and got up walking back over to me. he sat on the floor next to the chair. “ you don't have to sit on the floor, you can take this seat. ” i hurried to stand up and get out of the chair but he grabbed my hands. “ sit. ” i felt bad. “ o-okay.. are you sure you don't want to sit in the chair. ” he nodded. “ im a human just like you, sitting on the floor isn’t something i’m not used to. ”

when has he ever had to sit on the floor? he continued to hold my hands. “ do you like me as your boss? ” i looked at his hands. “ yes.. ” he tilted his head. “ do you really? ” i nodded. “ why wouldn’t i? what makes you aks? ” he shrugged. “ i don't know, i just wanted to ask. ” he messed around with my fingers for a while. “ do i make you uncomfortable? like when i say you could sleep in the bed with me? ” i shook my head. “ not necessarily, it just feels new to me so it shocks me a little. ” he looked up at me with doe eyes. “ would it make you uncomfortable if i kissed you? ” i started to think that he had a couple shots while he was in the kitchen but we had no alcohol with us so thats impossible. “ i don't know.. i’d feel more shocked than uncomfortable.. ” he stood. “ what would be the shocking part to you? the fact that you’re kissing your boss or the fact that i want to kiss you? ” my eyes widened. “ well, both actually. ”

he came closer to me. cupping one of my cheeks with his hand. pulling my face as close to his as possible. i started to breathe heavier the closer we got. i wanted him to kiss me badly but i’d feel weird doing so. we looked each other in the eye for a moment. “ m- ” before i could even get out the words he kissed me. his pink, plump, perky, soft lips against mine. my eyes shut as the kiss continued. he leaned in a bit more, deepening the kiss. he now had his tongue wrapped around mine. i placed my hand on his chest, almost stopping him but i couldn’t push him off of me. i didn't want to. his hand moving from my cheek to my neck. the light grip around my neck making me sink into the chair. i crossed my legs trying to prevent anything from happening. eventually he pulled away. his hand still around my neck. my eyes slowly opened. he looked down at me biting his lip as he stood up straight. “ finish your tea. it should be the perfect temperature now. ” he smirked and walked back to the bed.

shakily, i picked up the cup of tea and drank more of it. i turned the other way trying to get my mind off of the kiss but i just couldn’t stop thinking of it. my face turned red the more i thought of it. i took a few more sips of the tea leaving only 3-5 sips left in the mug. i chugged the last of it then stood up out of the chair. i kept my eyes on the floor as i walked by. his eyes fixed on my body. i walked to the kitchen and sat the cup on the counter. turning on the faucet and waiting for the water to get warm as i sat there trying to remember how to breathe. i placed my hand on my chest and gripped my shirt. my chest felt tight, my stomach twisted up, and my vigina couldn’t control the juices coming from it. i squeezed my thighs together the more i thought about the things that could have happened. after the water got to the right temperature i grabbed the cup and held it under the running water. grabbing the dish soap and squeezing a little into the cup then grabbing the sponge and scrubbing the cup clean.

i rinsed the cup off after cleaning it and placed it in the dish rack. i dried my hands off then made my way back to the room. i kept my eyes to the ground. as i continued to walk to the door, i was stopped. jake stood in the doorway preventing me from going in the room. i slowly looked up at him after standing there for a second. the tension was real. i couldn’t even look him in the eye. “ are you tired? ” i nodded. he grabbed my hand and led me over to the bed. letting go of my hand he walked back over to the light switch. i climbed in bed as he turned down the lights, it was hard to see but i could still see figures. i crawled under the blankets. “ do you want your phone? ” i pulled the blankets above my stomach. “ yes please.. ” he grabbed my phone off of the desk and walked over to the bed. handing it to me before getting in bed. he pulled the blanket over him as he laid there. when i turned on my phone it was 12am. he laid facing me just staring at me. i tried not to pay attention to him and i just scrolled through instagram.

then a lifesaver appeared. yuki texted me.

“ y/n? ”

“ yes? ” i texted back as quick as possible.

“ are you okay? i haven’t heard from you for the past 3 days. ”

“ yeah, i’m fine. i was on a trip with mr. sim. did no one tell you? ”

“ the business trip that jen was supposed to go on? what the fuck. i thought she went because i haven’t seen her. ”

“ no, he dropped her from going with him the day of the trip and called me instead. ”

“ ouuuu, how is it going??? what do you guys talk about? is he nice? ”

“ mhm! he’s nice.. he cares about my well being a lot. he cares so much he told me to sleep in the bed because he knew i wasn't going to sleep if i slept in another room. i focus more on work than my well-being. ”

and before i knew it, he grabbed my phone out of my hands. turning it off before placing the phone down. “ did i do something wrong? ” he shook his head. “ no, i just want your attention. ” the phone lit up as she texted again. he sat up and climbed in between my legs. i looked up at him. he moved closer to me, placing one of his hands on my waist. “ w-what are w- ”he cut off my words with a kiss. the slow steady movements of our lips. he ran his hands under my shirt. his hands were soft, fingers long, girp firm. he pulled away from the kiss still being close to my face. “ just let me please you, okay? ” he made his way down to my neck, placing light kisses down it. he gripped the sides of the shirt and pulled it off leaving me in my bra. he sat there and admired my body for a minute. “ you have a pretty body y/n.. ” i started to cover my stomach. “ than- ” he placed his finger over my mouth. “ don't say thank you, tell me you know your body’s nice. ” he grabbed my hands and pulled them to the side. “ i cant.. ”

“ yes you can. i’ll get it out of you. ” he removed his hands from my waist and pulled off my sweats. he threw them to the ground. his hands caressed the sides of my thighs. i started to get nervous. he grabbed my phone and went to the camera. he moved back a little trying to get a good angle of my body. i was stuck. a picture? IM IN MY UNDERWEAR. the flash went off a few times before he turned off my phone and placed it down again. “ don’t delete them. ” he ran his hand down my body, stopping at my vagina. one of his fingers right on my clit. the small circular motion from that specific finger made me bite my lip. he stopped then ran one of his fingers through my clothed slit. he pulled his hand away along with pulling off my panties. he sat them next to him then ran his hand down my vigina. pocking at my thick lips, teasing me. he used his thumb to rub against me. the quick and steady circular motion his thumb made against my clit. “ mr. sim.. ” his thumb moving slightly faster after hearing me say that.

“ jake. i told you to call me jake. ” the sounds of pleasure trapped in the back of my throat. i was too scared to let them out. i nodded to his response. he moved closer to me. he kissed my neck, licking from my neck down to my chest. his middle and ring fingers barely making their way into me. he licked and sucked on my chest grabbing one of my boobs with his free hand. his grip on my boob was the hardest grip he had on anything today. he sucked on my boobs leaving slightly dark red marks on them. he continued to tease me with the tip of his fingers. “ please jake.. ” he looked me in the eyes. “ please what y/n. ” he flicked my clit causing me to moan quietly. “ stick them in please.. ” a smirk on his face grew. “ mm, you really want it huh? ” i nodded desperately. he placed a few kisses on my lips before he stuck them in. as they entered my vigina. the moans trapped in my throat were soon released when he found a steady pace. they were quiet for the most part until he picked up his speed.

“ f- ah.. j-jake.. ” i could barely get out a word at this point. he just watched my facial expressions. he moved his free hand from my boob to around my waist. i was basically laying on his arm and he didn’t care at fucking all. the only thing he focused on was my body movements, facial expression, and the noises that came from my mouth. “ you like it pretty girl? ” my head fell back as he continued fingering me. i couldn’t even respond to him. “ f-fuck.. yes.. ” my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my hips bucked up letting him know I'm close. i grabbed his hand. “ don't hold back. ” i moaned loudly as i came. he kept his fingers in me but let me catch my breath before continuing to please me. “ are you ready? ” i nodded. “ words baby. i want you to speak. ” i brought my head up. “ yes.. ” he smiled. “ good, i’m doing this shit until you beg me to stop. ” my eyes widened. i'm already tired. i could barely take it anymore. for the next 20 minutes it was just nonstop orgasims and moans. i was sweating at this point. i couldn’t keep my eyes open. “ jake.. ” once again i grabbed his hand. “ yes? ”

“ i cant take it.. ” he raised his brow. “ after cumming about four more times, you finally realized you couldn’t take it anymore? you’re a little different than what i expected. ” he placed a kiss on my cheek. “ what do you mean? ” i said, sounding breathless. “ you took it better than i expected, that's what i mean. ” he pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean. i watched as he did so. he was nasty, i would’ve never expected this from him. “ do you think you can sleep now? ” i nodded. he pulled his arm from underneath me. he grabbed my panties and put them back on me. also grabbing his phone. he went to the camera on his phone and moved back once again trying to find a good angle. the flash went off twice before he turned his phone off. he moved back to his spot and laid on his back, looking over at me. i turned onto my side. he pulled the blanket over me and him both. after, pulling me to his chest. i basically already fell asleep before he even pulled me to him.

soon after i fell asleep, jake shut his eyes and fell asleep.

ᴇɴᴅ. @seventeensbabye

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#jaeyun smut #jake x you #enha jake #sim jake #jake sim #enhypen jake #jake smut #sim jaeyun #yuki purple kiss

[neotaeil]

The monster under my bed-Jeno FF, ft. Nct Dream

Monster AU, Horror(kinda), Yandere, a little bit of ChenleXreader, suggestive, fluff(if you squint), Fem readerXJeno

Part two here

(This is my first time writing so please bare with me)

“Mom please,” Little Y/n wept to her mother “There’s a monster under my bed—he’s gonna get me”

Her mother towered over her, shaking her head in disappointment. “What have I told you! tsk there is no such thing as monsters Y/n, you’re going to be 10 tomorrow, so stop with this imagination you have because that’s what’s gonna get you into trouble one day” The woman shut her door leaving the girl in the dark.

As the little girl crept back to her room, she could feel eyes on her, sending chills down her spine. Y/n murmured little prayers under her breath hoping that god could protect her from what lurks in the dark.

She turns the knob of her bedroom door, praying he isn’t there, the one that causes her hell. She clutches her emotional support teddy bear and blanket and throws open the door only to be met with an eye.

The poor girl is thrown back overwhelmed, and falls to the ground dropping her bear. She throws the blanket over her head repeatedly saying. “If I can’t him, he can’t see me”

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The girl woke up in a cold sweat from her nightmare, the same memory over and over again.

‘Why can’t these nightmares just stop’ Y/n groaned, she knew it was just her mind playing tricks on her—or that’s what she told herself to keep her insanity at bay.

Y/n got ready for college and left. She pulls out her phone and calls Chenle, her friend since the 7th grade. Those two were like two pea’s in a pod. Some people even thought they were dating because of how close they were.

1st person point of view

“Hey idiot” I hear on the other side of the phone.

“Sup Chenle” You say mockingly, throwing your bag in the car as if it were a dead body.

“Dude what are you carrying,” Chenle laughs “it sounds like you’re carrying a dead body”

“It’s gonna be yours if you keep making those corny jokes of yours” I retort, feeling like I won.

“You love me too much to kill me Y/n” Chenle says in a low voice.

“Huh? What was that-“ Chenle cuts you off, “nothing my dear friend”

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The bell rung and it was time for lunch, I grabbed my bags and was about to leave when I ran into something hard.

“Ouch- Oh my god I’m so sorry” I looked up and noticed coffee spilt all over his jacket, which looked liked it was from a very expensive brand. I grabbed a tissue from the professors desk and tried to wipe it off when a large muscular hand stopped me.

“It’s fine, I’m Jeno and you are?” He chuckled, taking off his jacket to reveal a well built body.

I looked up to his face just to notice he looked like him, I paused and forgot everything I was gonna say to him.

“Are you—okay?” He asked worries since I just stood there dumbfounded.

‘How could he be here?!?! No—it can’t be, maybe he just looks like him. It could just be a coincidence.’

“Huh—oh yeah sorry, my name is L/n Y/n, sorry I spaced out there” I awkwardly laughed, rubbing the nape of my neck.

“It’s fine, many people are like that when I meet them anyways” He gives me an eye smile making me melt inside.

“Since we just met, and it seems we get along pretty well, would you like to go to a party this saturday—we’ll only if you’re comfortable with it! You could also bring a friend along if you want” Jeno was easy to read, his ears were red as a tomato, but his voice was steady like he was at a job interview.

“Sure! I wouldn’t mind it at all, errr Jeno” I smiled.

“Well the party is at xxx at 9pm then, see ya there Y/n” he walked off with his stained jacket.

I then notice that he dropped something, a green necklace almost the shape of an eye except it’s iris was a long slit with a darker green oozing out.

‘Well that’s an interesting necklace design’

I run out the classroom to where he went off to just to notice the halls were empty.

“Jeno— where are you, you forgot your necklace” I wondered off further back of the college in search of him.

The hairs on my neck start to stand up and a bad feeling in my gut. To my left, in the corner of my vision, I see a light flickering in a door slightly open.

Curiosity gets the better of me and I walk towards.

“Y/n! What are you doing here” Chenle yells down the hallway making me yelp in surprise. I drop the necklace and it rings. The ringing makes my ears hurts and I drop to the ground groaning.

“Oh my god Y/n are you okay” A worried Chenle runs up to me dropping his bag.

What the heck is going on. Where is the sound coming from? It couldn’t have been the bell since Chenle didn’t react to it.

“Did—you hear that piercing ringing sound” I wince trying not to pass out.

“What ringing noise? I didn’t hear anything, all I saw was you flinching and you dropped this necklace” He licks it up and puts the necklace around my neck.

The cold metal tickles my skin and my face heats up due to Chenle and I’s proximity.

“eh—you might have a cold the way your face is flushed and so warm”

“No—no I’m just a little hot—that’s all—that’s all” I fumbled over my words trying not to embarrass myself and seem suspicious towards my dumb friend.

“Let’s get you to the nurse and see if they can help” He simpered.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

“My my my, dear, it seems like you’ve caught a fever, take plenty of rest and stop over working yourself” The nurse sighed.

“Chenle you can leave us, I need to talk to her privately for a minute.” Chenle walked off and gently shut the door behind him.

“I know you may not know—errr remember me Y/n, my names is Na Jaemin” He whispered in a low tone, and looked around as if someone was watching us, “There is someone after you, and that necklace of yours, you may not believe me but that ringing noise was him” He grimaced, saying the last word like it was venom.

“Huh—what do you mean? This is Jenos necklace, he seems like a nice guy and he probably wouldn’t hurt a fly” I retorted.

“Pretty bold assumptions for someone you just met” Jaemin chuckled.

“Pretty bold assumptions for someone you don’t even know” I spat back at him, feeling offended that he would say such a thing about Jeno.

“sigh, how would you know about my connections with Jeno, I’ve known him for way longer than you, he isn’t the person he seems, behind that cute little eye smile you dote on so much is a monster,” Jaemin said through a tight smile, “do you remember when you were scared of a monster being under your bed? that was hi-“

I cut him off, “STOP SAYING SUCH NONSENSE ABOUT HIM, IF YOURE HIS FRIEND WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO PUT DIRT ON HIS NAME”, Jaemin answered, “I never said we were friends, all I said is that I’ve known him longer than you and I know his little tricks”

Jaemin chuckled bitterly, locking the door and closing the curtains. How would Jaemin know the Jeno was a bad person? I thought he just worked here temporarily as a nurse. Maybe they were friends who ended off on a bad note and Jaemin wants to get revenge right? There is no way Jeno could be evil could he.

But, he does look like him a lot…

Maybe Jaemin was right, and I’m being ignorant.

“So tell me more about the Jeno that isn’t what he seems” I say.

TBC…..

#jeno x reader #yandere #nct dream #kpopidol #yandere!nct #yandere! idol #horror #kpop!au #nct #jeno #chenle #sub! idol

[spider-seven]

SELFLESS.. PT.1

⭐️-Spiderverse Various! x Blackreader

⭐️reader is plus-size coded

⭐️reader is pan/bi

🕷️- this fanfic is going to be done in multiple parts and is going to contain profanity. Spanish will be presented into this fanfic but through google translate. N-word will be present but rarely to non-existent. Enjoy..

Miles POV

Right now I was out doing my daily thing of chasing and catching bad guys.. *sigh* fine, one last time.. Hi, I’m Miles Morales and I’ve been bitten by a radioactive spider and became Brooklyn’s one and only spider-man…

I went home quickly to change out of my suit and headed to my best friend house early in the morning to return her history book she let me borrow.. I’ve arrived at the her window and saw a figure in her bed knowing she was still asleep. I gently knocked on the window a couple of times before I saw her stir in her sleep and recognized me at the window…

She slowly made her way to me and stared at me through the window with her bonnet slightly tilted, her night gown on and bags under her eyes…

I smiled and showed her the textbook as she rolled her eyes and opened the window, I notice an unfamiliar but unique bracelet on her wrist..

“Heyyyyyyyyy Y/N, nice bracelet”

“Give me my book”

“Damn, why are you so grumpy”

“First it’s early in the morning, and you ditched me again yesterday. We was suppose to meet each other at the library remember”

I faced palmed and sighed

“I’m sorry Y/N, I had a lot on my plate and I’m sorry..”

She just ignored me, placed her book on the desk and got under the covers…

I look at her clock and saw the time… 8:02am, shit I gotta go…

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise”

I ran down the stairs and swung to my house, thankfully my window was still open as I launched myself into my room knocking down my lamp in the process.

“Miles is that you?”

I heard my mami footsteps as I tried to stay quiet as possible but it was too late…

She opened the door with my dad behind her, she was furious as my dad was shaking his head in disappointment…

“I can explain-“

“It’s 8am miles, you was suppose to be back by 9pm yesterday. I thought you was hanging out with Y/N? I know she wouldn’t have you out til no 8am.. where were you?”

“I- I can’t tell you. But trust me I wasn’t doing anything bad”

My mom gave my dad the look and my dad nodded

“Well Mister, until you ready to talk you are ground for a year”

They shut the door and left me in silence.. I looked over at my bed and saw my sketch book, I opened to a random page and saw……Gwen…

Oh how bad I miss her….. and Peter….. and the others. I’m starting to think they really don’t want to see me again…

I turned a couple of pages and it was all of Gwen.. *sigh*

I sat my book at the end of my bed and grabbed my headphones… I placed them on my head and allowed the beat and melody of the song to consume me…

Unknowingly the items around me started to float as a orange portal started to form above me… I heard my name being called through each beat of the song… I looked up and saw Gwen looking down at me…

“Want to get out of here?”

She jumped out of the portal and sat on my bed with her shoes still on.. she looked at me and rushed to hug me in a tight hug which I gladly returned…

She stood up from my bed and saw the book on my bed and used her webs to grabbed the book..

“What’s this?” She flipped through the book.. and saw all of my drawings..

“Well, I missed you too” she laughed and looked at my desk and saw my collectible..

“Ohhh, I used to have this”

“Y-yeah it’s my collectible”

“Why is it still in the plastic” she ripped it out the plastic like it was acting brand new and patted it on the head …

I visibly cringed but changed my face as she turned around and sat on the windshield..

“I’m kinda grounded”

“Bummer” she flipped backwards outside the window, i ran and saw her sticking to the wall with her mask on..

“Is Spider-man grounded”

I bit my lip and look to the side pondering on what I should do. I laughed and looked back at Gwen rushing to put on my suit..

I grabbed my phone and saw a missed called and a text from Y/N

❤️- hey miles, are you available today? I thought it would be a great idea to study for that big test on Tuesday and do some catching up..

I was going to respond when I heard Gwen telling me to hurry up. I shook my head and turned my phone off and ran out and swung through the city with her…

Narrator Pov

Y/N sat there looking at the message her just sent and message he just read… she sighed and threw her phone behind her rolling eyes..

She felt her watch vibrate and looked down to see who it was.. she really didn’t want to talk right now so she hit the decline button but the bracelet answered anyways…

Y/N Pov

“I know you did not try and hang up the phone on me, you do know I’m a professional hacker right? You was gon answer this phone one way or another”

“Hi, Margo”

“Hi babe, Gwen is missing and Miguel needs her right now. I looked at the data and saw she was in your universe, can you try and go out and see if you can find her?”

“Mmhmm”

I got up from my bed and threw on my suit….

“Okay I gotta go, but remember that in a another universe we are endgame.. “

“Margo please, you are so fruity”

She laughed as she hung up the call.. I was about to put on my mask when my phone vibrated..

M⭐️- maybe another time…

What did I expect, this been going on for a couple of months now… what did I do wrong.. I sat my phone back down on my bad and threw my mask on.. (you guys can imagine was the suit looks like)

I look at my watch and saw that Margo sent me Gwen location.. I went out my window and started to head for her location.. it appears that she was on a roof somewhere…

In the distant I finally see her swinging by her foot upside down with someone else, it was my universes Spider-man.. what is he doing here…

I was almost to them when my spider senses started to tingle… I looked to my side and saw the spot running down the street scaring all the citizens away..

I changed my path from Gwen and went to chase after the spot…

I shot my web out to tangle him by his feet making him stop and fall on his face witch got trapped in a portal..

“Ahhhhhh, what is going on”

The spot head appeared next to mines as he stared at me

“I know you, you’re the really pretty spider-woman right?? I’m a big fan, why don’t we stop the fighting and be friends”

I pulled myself up to kick his head back into the portal causing him to wince in pain…

“You know, even though you are very mean, the offer still stands”

I was going to go for another attack but he quickly when into another portal and didn’t reappear again..

Unknowingly the two spider-heroes appeared behind me.. I turned around to look at Gwen and only Gwen…

“Oh, another Spider-woman”

“Was the Spot here?”

I didn’t answer her as Gwen snatched her mask off and showed her face, she opened her mouth to speak…

“Y-“ I shut her mouth quick with web and gave her the look, she nodded and put her head down..

“Miguel is looking for you”

She took off the web off her lips and awkwardly smiled at me..

“I know but I needed to do something real quick”

“It seems to be urgent try to make your way now”

I started to walk away when I heard the male spider speak again..

“Wait, what’s your name??”

“Don’t ask her that”

“Why?”

“Just don’t, Spider-woman. I’m sorry I’ll be there shortly”

I looked back her to make sure she knew that this was serious… she lightly blushed and looked away embrassed..

I turned away finally and headed back to my house, texting Jessica to let them know….

Miles POV

“What was that about? Who is Miguel and who was she?”

“I’ll tell you later but I have to go”

“What? We just started hanging out”

“I know I’m sorry miles, I’ll see you later “

“Wait”

It’s was too late as Gwen already make her webs to leave…

“What am I going to do now”

I said to myself as I felt my phone vibrate again..

❤️-it’s no biggie, maybe another time..

I do have some making up to do, I texted her back and started swinging towards my house..

Y/N Pov

M⭐️- A slot just opened up, I’m on my way

I kept looking at the message as I was still in my suit, I quickly got undressed and heard a knock at my window..

I brushed myself off and turned around to see miles in his everyday casual outfit… I opened up the window to let him in..

“What changed?”

“Ah, I had some making up to do so I came here”

The look on his face says otherwise tho.. he looked distracted..

“What’s wrong Sweetie? You look bummed out”

“It’s nothing, you wouldn’t understand”

“Maybe if you talked to me, I could”

“You don’t know what it’s like to be in my shoes”

“Just give me a chance”

“Just drop it, you wouldn’t understand. Not like she does”

I got silent after that… like she does? He pulled out his book from his book bag. The silence was now awkward..

“How are your parents?”

The least I can do is change the subject….

“Good”

You know what I can’t take this

“Something came up, I have to go somewhere with my mom today.. thank you for stopping by Miles”

He looked at me but didn’t say anything.. his eyebrows frowned and his eyes soften but he nodded gentle repacking his things heading for my window….

“I’ll see you later, love you”

“Love you too”

#miles morales #earth 42 #miguel o'hara #gwen stacy #hobie spiderverse #spiderverse au #black reader #plusize #hobie brown #atsv pavitr #x reader #across the spider verse spoilers #bisexaul #pansexaul #fanfic #peter parker

[hey-michael-young-history]

This post is about appreciating myself 💗

I was looking for something I wrote and got caught up re-reading stuff 😅 Man, I’m so proud of myself! I wish the April-July Michael could have stepped back and appreciated this body of work.

I was supposed to go to bed at 9pm and ended up reading past midnight. I’m looking at some of it like, “I wrote this??”

So anyway, I stumbled upon “Sweet” which I wrote for @mcbethins I adore this because it’s soft and sweet and I’ve never written restraints and that post about Kenshi sparks something in my brain.

No, I still haven’t finished “Spicy” 😅

Sweet

Hanzo Hasashi knew that what he was doing was wrong.

As a leader, he had an obligation to serve as a role model to his clan, to be the epitome of what he expected from all Shirai Ryu. As an Alpha, he had a similar duty, to walk with dignity, protect his people, and perhaps most importantly, demonstrate for younger Alphas that the old ways of hyper- aggression and dominance were no longer relevant in partnerships. Even with no witness to this particular transgression, he was still responsible for doing the right thing.

He should have let Kuai Liang sleep.

Since their bond, Hanzo had done everything possible to present his Omega as an independent and satisfied person, someone beyond his relationship status. He was the grandmaster’s Omega, but he was not a helpless being who needed his Alpha with him to navigate life.

Even when he was at his most unstable, Kuai Liang fought to maintain his dignity, his strengths, the respect he had earned in his time presenting as a Beta. He knew how to protect himself in vulnerable moments and could become absolutely vicious when needed.

Kuai Liang was a magnificent man. Hanzo reasoned that being born an Omega was a restraint imposed by the gods - if he was an Alpha, he would be absolutely unstoppable.

He definitely would not let Hanzo get away with what he was doing now.

Kuai Liang was on his side, facing away from Hanzo, still asleep, or doing a very convincing job of pretending to be. Hanzo watched as his Omega’s side rose and fell with each breath. Relaxed. A steady rhythm. He ran his finger along Kuai Liang’s flank. The only thing separating their skin from connecting was the thin undershirt he wore. Hanzo appreciated this barrier. Perfectly fitted, it clung to him, pronouncing every part of Kuai Liang that he loved - the curve of his back, the descending arch where his waist defined the silhouette of the rest of his body.

He moved closer and slid his hand under the shirt, palming Kuai Liang’s stomach and beginning a slow massage with the comforting heat of his fire.

Kuai Liang’s body tensed immediately and ice spread from his core, traveling across him indiscriminately and trapping Hanzo’s hand. It was a reaction that he was always dismayed to see. Hanzo Hasashi’s Omega should never have to feel unprotected or constantly on alert. But Kuai Liang lived his own life before even meeting Hanzo, and these were years of defenses that couldn’t easily be shut down.

“Calm yourself,” he whispered, releasing soothing pheromones. “You are safe.”

He was offended by the ice, the first time Kuai Liang used it to run from him. That’s how he saw it. Now, Hanzo had the burden and benefit of knowing exactly why his first instinct was to run from Alphas who got too close.

Kuai Liang’s shoulders relaxed and the ice began to melt, making his shirt translucent as it clung to him, leaving every muscle, every angle, every surface that Hanzo could see, oh so pronounced.

“That’s my good Omega, my Kuai Liang.”

He was not quite awake. Hanzo didn’t mind. Kuai Liang had decided to take charge of managing the previous day’s Harvest Festival, to occupy himself and help reduce his Alpha’s workload. Hanzo was impressed that he would try his hand at planning a social event and was even more impressed at how flawlessly he executed it.

As with all social obligations, it wore on him. Matters of Kombat, he handled with no issue. Saving the realms, reversing the gods’ follies, he participated with no complaint. However, being an active member of his new community was still physically and mentally taxing.

he was as composed as ever during the planning and execution of the festival - so much so that Hanzo wondered if he was just projecting the turmoil on his Omega. That’s why Hanzo was impressed by the level comfort and confidence his Omega displayed.

But then, at the festival, he saw it.

Kuai Liang was holding an ice cream cone. A small child - who he immediately greeted by name - had approached him and asked him to hold it while she tied her shoe.

Hanzo was behind them, basking in the high spirits. The child finished tying her shoes and reached for her treat. Kuai Liang leaned down to hand it to her and the back of his neck was briefly exposed.

Red.

It was beaded with sweat and he saw where Kuai Liang had been scratching. Hanzo had to stop himself from inspecting it more thoroughly but he didn’t need to. Now that he saw, he could smell. His Omega was releasing weak pheromones, pleading for his attention.

Otherwise… Kuai Liang seemed fine. His scent covered the low amount of pheromones he was releasing and his face did not betray the need he felt. He smiled at the girl as she skipped off.

Whatever troubles Kuai Liang was feeling, he kept them to himself. Time loomed around them as he was pulled in all different directions throughout the day. Hanzo stayed near, making sure his Omega stayed hydrated, comfortable, cared for. He was thankful that Kuai Liang kept their contact minimal - every muscle in Hanzo’s body was screaming for him to get him home.

And now, his patience was finally paying off. He had Kuai Liang all alone, in the privacy of their nest.

Hanzo kept his hand steady as he moved closer and rested his face between Kuai Liang’s shoulder blades, melting completely against the heat rising from his normally icy sapphire.

“Xiǎo tián tián.”

“Say that again,” Hanzo murmured into his love’s neck.

“Wǒ yào nǐ.”

These words were different but the deep, melodious purr in which they were spoken…

Kuai Liang didn’t speak Mandarin very often. He reserved it for arguments with his brother. On very rare occasions, he would grace Hanzo with these words, spoken tenderly and hesitantly. As though they didn’t belong to him. As though he has no right to speak them.

“Wǒ xiǎng zuò ài.” The warmth that Kuai Liang blessed him with was soaking into Hanzo’s skin, shooting energy throughout his body. His pheromones had grown dark and smoky, a recent development that Hanzo was all too happy to encourage.

He gently tugged Kuai Liang’s shoulder and guided his limp body, pulling him onto his back.

A strong blush graced his face - no, not a blush. Hanzo cupped his cheek and chuckled as the cryomancer immediately opened his mouth. His face was just warm, overheated. Hanzo could imagine that his mouth was just as hot and that was the thought that convinced him to rest his thumb in the corner of Kuai Liang’s mouth.

His tongue curiously greeted Hanzo, before greedily pulling him in, sucking slowly and forcefully as he grazed his teeth under the the sensitive skin of Hanzo’s finger.

It was almost enough to make him lose it right there.

Kuai Liang didn’t waste any time filling the air with satisfied sighs and airy soughs. Music that he only shared with Hanzo and only matched by his seductive purrs.

Heat was mounting in his core, mixing with his hellfire and spreading throughout his body. It was too early to get so close. His Omega has been working hard and he now needed Hanzo’s full attention.

He pulled out of Kuai Liang’s mouth and whispered, “Do you need my help, my love?”

“Tiǎn wǒ.”

“Tell me what you need from me.”

He was trying to open his eyes now, his fluttering eyelids reminiscent of batting eyelashes. He got them halfway open, only for those beautiful eyes to roll up, forcing him to close them once more with a soft sigh. His head rolled towards Hanzo and he said, “Shǎ guā.”

He leaned his face against Hanzo’s, cheek to cheek. The Alpha laughed and gently pushed him back. As he removed his pants, he murmured, “I am aware of what that means. You are quite fortunate that I am indeed a fool for you.”

Kuai Liang smiled. He was pressing against Hanzo’s body and the heat was simply intoxicating. Feeling this kind of warmth coming from another person, especially the person who was supposed to cool his fire made it hard to contain his desires. He was completely erect, though still contained by his underwear, and it happened to lay upon Kuai Liang’s perfectly luscious thigh. His Omega was encouraging it by slowly shifting his leg, rubbing against him and using the resulting friction to bring Hanzo ever closer to the indignity of losing control before things even began.

In one swift move, Hanzo mounted his Omega, hiking up his leg and sinking his pelvis into the inviting warmth awaiting. The heat was everywhere, consuming them both as though fire had swallowed them. Kuai Liang couldn’t stop the low gasp that escaped.

Now he wanted to be docile and submit.

Hanzo leaned forward, grinding his still clothed erection against his partner’s and commanded in a deep, low voice, “You have no idea how coveted you are. Every Alpha feasts upon your very presence.”

Kuai Liang whimpered at that and Hanzo basked in the sound. Omegas were not averse to whining, whimpering, and keening to get what they needed but Kuai Liang absolutely refused. The only way to hear these divine sounds was driving him to this state.

He blindly reached for Hanzo, who pulled away. “Kào jìn wǒ.”

“I see that keeping your hands to yourself will be an issue,” he scolded, easily grabbing Kuai Liang’s wrists. He looked around before letting go and getting off the bed.

Once he felt the bed relieved of extra weight, Kuai Liang began grasping and trying to get up. “Liú xià lái.”

The urgency in his voice was painful. Painful for Hanzo to hear his Omega calling for him, painful to interrupt this exploration. But it would be worth it. He just needed to show Kuai Liang.

He crossed over to the closet, ignoring the pain of frustrated arousal, where he found his target almost immediately.

With the headbands in his grasp, he dove back into the bed, pinning Kuai Liang down as he allowed himself the satisfaction of the warm mouth he previously denied himself.

On top of Kuai Liang, Hanzo put an arm under his back, sliding it up to his head to hold him in place while he kissed him, taking in the sudden gasps and moans that his Omega shamelessly released. He could feel Kuai Liang desperately trying to get as close as possible. With his other arm, Hanzo kept Kuai Liang in place as he slowly rutted against him, amazed at the heat their bodies produced together.

He ended the kiss and laid Kuai Liang back down, greedily soaking up the panting and the disappointed groans.

“You are my Omega. Others may covet you, but only I may please you,” Hanzo announced, grabbing his wrists and tying them with the dark blue headband. “Though I will concede that I am not happy about other Alphas coveting you. When I think of the lust you inspire…”

Fire spiraled up his arms and sealed their hands. “I saw many eyes on you today. Admiring your grace. Your poise. Your beauty.”

Kuai Liang squeezed his eyes and grimaced. Hanzo knew to be careful here. If he lavished too much praise, however truthful, it would embarrass and fluster him. Hanzo happily indulged in Kuai Liang’s quiet desire for positive attention but his poor Omega never knew how to accept it.

“They know enough to not touch you. Though you continue to grace the world with your presence, there is one thing I have over them. You choose me. And that means only I can satisfy you, the way you need to be satisfied. To be held, to be loved, to be fucked in the ways that you require.”

Kuai Liang’s eyes began to flutter again. He lifted his arms, now bound at the wrists, and tried to pull off his shirt.

He was more interested in this garment than Hanzo’s words. His focus needed to be adjusted. Hanzo placed a hand on his abdomen and tried to ignore how warm his Omega was. Tried not to think about how this warmth was a direct result of Kuai Liang trusting Hanzo with his body - the only person he trusted in this way.

The shirt was incinerated almost as soon as his hand touched it. As he brushed away the ashes, he looked down at Kuai Liang’s navel.

Red.

Whereas the rest of his body was pink, his belly button betrayed a distinct red ring. Hanzo gently lifted Kuai Liang’s head - gaining an undeserved but much appreciated moan - and opened one of his eyes.

Gold. Eyes trying to hold his gaze, trying to focus but drifting, drifting, drifting.

Kuai Liang lifted his arms and hooked them around Hanzo’s neck, trapping the Alpha against him. “Wěn wǒ.”

This was also a phrase that Hanzo was quite familiar with. Kuai Liang was under him, bound by both the headband around his wrists and his own Omega impulses telling him to be good.

“Do you know why I claim you as my ‘treasure’?” He asked, trailing light kisses asking his partner’s jaw. “You are the most precious treasure in all the realms. I deserve nothing, but in you, I have everything.”

Kuai Liang’s low groan and the way he tried to shift his body away forced Hanzo to tighten his grip. He had gotten smaller since being with Hanzo… two years ago. Yes, two years ago. And now he was set to marry this man. Two years ago, he wouldn’t have dreamed of taking on another partner, let alone him.

Hanzo dragged his nail through the indentations of Kuai Liang’s abs, smiling and sucking on his neck when his ice prince gasped. A lifetime of being punished for expressing himself had left Kuai Liang silent and stoic. It wasn’t the worst of the Lin Kuei’s sins, but an unforgivable one all the same. They had stolen his sweet purrs, his sudden moans, his desperate groans, this language they shared.

Hanzo would never forget how ashamed Kuai Liang looked, their first night together. Even after all of the growth he had shown, he was still so sensitive about how vulnerable he had been that night.

Suddenly, the arms around Hanzo’s neck yanked him up into a kiss. Hands were in his hair, frantically ripping it free of the tie. The hair fell over Kuai Liang like a curtain as their foreheads met. He held them in place with a secure grip on Hanzo’s neck and wrapped his legs around him when the Alpha tried to move off of him.

So determined. So driven by his lust that even with his wrists tied up, he would not allow Hanzo to get away. An atypical Omega - he had to learn to be aggressive, surviving in a place where his presence was preyed upon.

The fire raced through him again. The thought of anyone preying on his Omega… before Hanzo could stop that train of thought, he growled. Kuai Liang let him go and tilted his head back, exposing his neck completely. Hanzo rested his entire weight on the body below him and kissed his neck, biting, then sucking on his voice box. Kuai Liang tensed and started writhing again.

“You will remain still,” Hanzo commanded. He ducked from under Kuai Liang’s arms and pulled them up. Restraints were a new territory but he had gotten a headboard for exactly this reason and excitement ran through his vessels like an undercurrent as he hooked the ties around Kuai Liang’s wrists to one of the decorative loops.

Amber eyes fluttered again, dipping his head back to look up and see why he couldn’t move. Hanzo smiled when he started purring and trying to pull free.

“I suspected that you would try this. Do not worry, my love, I have a solution.” He grabbed the other headband, a worn yellow cloth, and carefully wrapped it around Kuai Liang’s eyes. He turned his face away but Hanzo gently held him in place as he tied it.

With his eyes covered like this, he bore a small resemblance to Kenshi Takahashi. Thankfully, he managed to catch himself before he voiced that observation. Kuai Liang’s jealousy and possessiveness rarely revealed itself but Kenshi Takahashi was a very, very delicate trigger.

The purr that he loved so deeply. It was growing louder as Kuai Liang rested his head back against his pillow. Hanzo returned to his place against his lover’s neck, taking a moment to allow the sweet scent of his Omega to fill him entirely.

Kuai Liang was always the forbidden fruit.

An attraction he couldn’t deny but a denial that could never be spoken. From the moment Hanzo saw Kuai Liang, he questioned himself. Inappropriately so, considering that that the young man had declared his intentions to murder him. He could only see those heavy blue eyes, couldn’t smell him at all, though drawn to his touch. Even if that touch was violence. He deserved the violence for not being able to control his desires when he hadn’t even started grieving his family. He was an Alpha, a protector Alpha who exclusively preferred Omegas. Uninterested in other Alphas or Betas yet…

The man he thought was a Beta, Hanzo couldn’t get him out of his head. He spent so much time thinking of the look on the second Sub-Zero’s face when the Cyber Lin Kuei came for him. The absolute terror. Eyes darting back and forth looking for someone among the many present to help him. Someone had to. The guardian of Earthrealm, a god, couldn’t allow any harm to come to an Earthrealmer. The previous Grand Champion was here - surely he would help. Shao Kahn was the one who was holding this tournament, he had to step in for the integrity of this tournament.

But no. No one. The Lin Kuei realized it. Sub-Zero realized it.

Hanzo would never forget the resignation in those blue eyes as they finally landed on him.

“Nǐ zěnme kūle?”

The question rolled out with the dying purr. Hanzo lifted his head from Kuai Liang’s neck and was surprised to see that it was damp. He felt his own face.

Tears.

Kuai Liang was facing him and trying to unhook his wrists.

“I cannot understand you, my love,” Hanzo said, wiping his eyes.

Kuai Liang followed the sound and resumed purring. Hanzo laughed and ran his nails down his Omega’s sides, relieved to hear the sudden gasp and moan as Kuai Liang shuddered and curled his fingers and toes. “Wǒ zhǐ shǔ yú nǐ.”

When Hanzo placed a hand on his partner’s chest, he could swear that he saw steam rising. He could definitely see Kuai Liang growing more aroused. The shallow panting, the random tightening of his stomach muscles, and the unmistakable growth that his jeans shamelessly revealed, protruding from his groin.

“You have been so patient,” Hanzo said, kissing his forehead.

“Ha… Ha…”

Hanzo laid next to Kuai Liang and slid his hand lower. He left a red trail along his abs and stopped right before his jeans. The cryomancer let out the breath he had been holding and arched his chest to try to force Hanzo’s hand lower.

Hanzo pressed his lips right against his ear and whispered, “So strong, Kuai Liang. I am so proud of how hard you are working to stay present. Be a good Omega and say my name. That’s all I need.”

“Ha… Han…” Kuai Liang turned his head and met Hanzo’s lips. He opened his mouth and pushed against Hanzo until he finally opened his.

His moan betrayed his relief as Kuai Liang eagerly kissed him. Hanzo slipped a finger into Kuai Liang’s waistband gods, this was almost his favorite part. An area that was all Hanzo’s, an area that was to be explored by only Hanzo Hasashi. Kuai Liang’s skin was tender here, heat emanating as though he was trying to say, I’m ready. Hanzo could savor every movement of his hips, every anguished huff, pant, and moan as his Omega bucked against him, telling him, in words that he couldn’t properly express.

I’m ready.

Hanzo dipped his finger in, past the underwear. He lightly ran his nail to the base of the waiting flesh below. It immediately jumped at the stimulation and the air was blessed by a rough groan. Kuai Liang tore himself away and pushed his face into the pillow, still groaning and purring. His captive arms were twisted and his wrists were uncomfortably red.

Hanzo nuzzled his hair and whispered, “I know that speaking is difficult right now. I only need one word. One word to tell me what you need from me. And I will not disappoint you.”

Kuai Liang lifted his head and even with the headband covering them, Hanzo could feel his eyes, bright, intense, unwavering.

“Ha... Han. Zo. Hanzo.” Kuai Liang took a breath and smiled. “Hanzo.”

“That’s my good boy,” Hanzo said, cupping the back of his head and kissing him.

As they kissed, his hand resumed its exploration, disappearing past the waistband of the final barrier. When Hanzo grabbed his prize, it was sticky, damp, and still leaking. He moved down a little further and confirmed that the underwear was absolutely soaked from precum and slick.

He smirked in the kiss and squeezed, forcing Kuai Liang to stop and groan. He was purring louder than ever and tugging at the headband holding his wrists up. Blindfolded, tied up, and in a mild heat. He was completely at Hanzo’s mercy. Kuai Liang trusted him with his body, his pleasure, the last of his faith in Alphas.

Hanzo almost let go completely.

“Hanzo. Hanzo.” Kuai Liang said it with such serenity and desire. More than Hanzo deserved.

“I will not keep you waiting any longer, my treasure.”

He moved on top of Kuai Liang and then slowly made his way down, kissing all the while. He got down to the jeans and those too, disappeared into ashes. He could hear Kuai Liang tugging on the ties again.

“Hanzo.”

“I am still here,” he promised. He settled between spread legs before leaning forward and grabbing Kuai Liang’s chin.

He must have felt Hanzo’s hair before his hand because he leaned into the kiss so easily. Hanzo could feel Kuai Liang’s mouth opening as the Alpha ground his hips, rubbing them together. The tugging became more urgent and the headboard began knocking against the wall.

When Hanzo moved down to his chest, Kuai Liang started yanking his arms harder and twisted his body away.

“There is no escape. Get over here,” Hanzo demanded in a low, rumbling voice.

He reached up and held his arms still. Kuai Liang remained rigid, clenching his teeth and baring them. Hanzo kissed his collar and let go of his arms. He flicked his tongue over Kuai Liang’s nipple, chuckling as the man thrashed under him.

“One day, you will thank me for pursuing this.”

Kuai Liang groaned and tried to pull his arms down again. Hanzo chuckled and took the entire nipple in his mouth, stroking his erection all the way down to the base.

“Ahhh, mmmm.” He pushed his chest up, shoving as much of himself into his Alpha’s mouth as possible. When he retreated, Kuai Liang emitted a broken moan.

“You have been patient this whole time,” Hanzo said as he stroked Kuai Liang’s hair. “You will be rewarded so greatly, my treasure.”

Their underwear was off in an instant. Hanzo wasted no time sliding against his Omega, closing his eyes and giving himself into the sensations of himself against the crease, rubbing over the hole with an increasing frequency.

“Hanzo… oh…”

Kuai Liang was still saying his name. Hanzo had never felt this much slick, it covered his cock and blanketed the air in a warm, sweet musk. He positioned himself.

But he wasn’t expecting to slide right through, getting a sudden tight squeeze as the muscle allowed entrance.

They both groaned in a deep harmony. Kuai Liang arched his back as far as his restraints would allow and was clenching every muscle he had. His cock was against him, trembling along with its master.

Hanzo could see Kuai Liang’s skin turning red under his grasp. He held on to the cryomancer’s waist and whispered, “Relax, my love.”

He didn’t relax. The sweat covered his body and his head was back as far as his neck could take it. But he managed to utter a single word.

“Ha… Hanzo…”

Kuai Liang was still here, still wanting. His cock was throbbing and Hanzo could see clearly now - he was waiting, ready to climax with his Alpha.

So he obliged.

He took his time, holding Kuai Liang firmly in place as he slowly moved forward, searching for that special gland that would cause Kuai Liang to hand himself over completely.

He concentrated on finding it and not on how this felt, the long gentle strokes that shot pleasure through every single nerve in his body. He adjusted his hip and sank back in.

Kuai Liang felt it before Hanzo did.

His entire body stiffened and he shuddered as he tried to pull away. When he squeezed Hanzo, the Alpha groaned and tightened his grasp on his Omega’s waist, imprinting his hold in bright red marks. “Hanzo.”

He still tried to deny himself of this pleasure, a self-flagellation that Hanzo would never understand.

They needed to override it.

“It feels good,” Hanzo cooed, picking up the pace. “There is nothing wrong with enjoying this, Kuai Liang.”

He went deeper, leaving no time to rest but making sure to drag over that little bump that made his Omega writhe and moan.

Every gasp, every groan, every moan, every shudder was building within Hanzo that ached. Every orgasm that Kuai Liang blessed him with allowed him to be reborn into a fool who was somehow deeper in love. He pulled out, just enough to feel the head of his cock slide through the smooth muscle.

A sudden snap caught his attention but before he could react, Kuai Liang arms were around his neck, dragging him down, belly to belly as he kissed Hanzo feverishly and demanded, “Don’t stop.”

Even if he wanted to, Hanzo wasn’t sure if he could. He wrapped his arms around Kuai Liang and lifted him into his lap. Hanzo could feel the heat bellowing through their bodies, connected in every way they could be and when Kuai Liang dug his nails into Hanzo’s shoulder, he knew that it was happening.

Kuai Liang shoved his face into Hanzo’s collar while desperately grasping at him. He was still panting, a thunderous sound that left him as love drunk as feeling his body seizing and seeing him throw back his head.

“Hanzo, I- I’m…!”

Hanzo held onto him and closed his eyes. “Cum for your Alpha, my beautiful Omega.”

The sound he made was raw, anguished, but free and relieved. A loud groan accompanied the eruption happening between them, painting Hanzo’s abdomen and forcing him to stop his thrusting as the cryomancer’s body seized around him and jetted him right into his rebirth.

Kuai Liang dropped his head but Hanzo pulled him into another kiss as he reached his peak and came, sheathed by his beautiful Omega.

They were both quiet, save for the heavy breathing. Hanzo finally laid Kuai Liang down and pulled the headband off his eyes. He was cooling down but his eyes were red and he was sniffing.

“Are you hurt?” Hanzo asked, as he kissed Kuai Liang’s swollen wrists.

A thin layer of ice covered the raw parts. He shook his head and whispered hoarsely, “I didn’t tell you. I apologize.”

“You are shaking.”

“Thirsty. Tired. Cold,” he answered, burrowing into the bed.

“I will take care of you, my love. First, we will get you warmed up,” Hanzo said, embracing Kuai Liang and spreading a blanket of warmth over them.

Letting Kuai Liang sleep would have prevented the need to care for him, but… Hanzo was a protector Alpha.

It was his honor and his duty.

#mk omegaverse #subscorp #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #a/b/o dynamics #slow burn #smut #self praise! 💅

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Admire from Afar (Steve Clark)

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Request from anon: Steve Clark admires his new neighbor at his apartment and builds up the courage to talk to her.

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Steve’s POV

I probably look like the biggest creep in the world right now.

It’s not my fault she leaves her curtains open all the time and I happen to have a perfect view into her apartment.

Yes, I know how that sounded, but I promise I don’t mean it that way.

There’s just something about her that has captivated me. I just wish I had the guts to talk to her.

I’ve started to notice little things she does. When she cleans she puts her hair into a messy bun. Sometimes she stops to dance around. She turns her lights off at 9pm every night so I assume she likes to go to bed early.

Focus, Steve. You’re moving into peeping Tom level now.

I don’t even know her name.

I decide to go out onto my balcony and strum my guitar a bit. It always helps gets my mind off of things.

That is, until she also decided to go out onto her balcony and read a book.

We make eye contact for a brief moment and she smiles. Nervously, I wave like an idiot which makes her giggle. Nice going, dork. But oh, it was so worth it to see that smile.

She holds up her pointer finger and mouths “one second.”

A few seconds later she comes back with a notebook and marker. She writes, “Hi.”

I repeat her actions, although I am struggling to find a marker. Come on Steve, you write songs for a living. Finally, I find one and return to her.

“Hi.”

She smiles, before scribbling again.

“I’m Y/N. What’s your name?”

“Steve.”

She nods.

“Could I come see your guitar?”

Without realizing it I give her a puzzled look. She realized how weird that must sound so she elaborates.

“I play too. That sounded weird, sorry.”

I laugh, “Come on over. 14-B.”

She smiles, running back into her apartment.

A few moments later I hear a knock on my door.

“It’s open, come in.”

“Hi, for real this time.” She giggles.

“Um, hello.” I scratch the back of my head nervously.

“Do you always let strangers into your apartment?”

“Not always. Pretty ones are an exception.”

Her face turns a light shade of red before she continues walking over.

“Speaking of pretty, I love this. Can I?” She motions to the guitar.

I nod, handing it to her as she sits down in the chair across from me.

She then proceeds to put my guitar skills to shame.

“Wow, you’re amazing.” I say, shocked.

“Church band.” She laughs.

“I’m, uh, in a rock band.”

“Anyone I know?”

“We’re kind of just up and coming. Me and a few mates. We call ourselves Def Leppard.” I say.

Her jaw drops to the floor.

“We have different definitions of up-and-coming, I guess. Oh my goodness, I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you. I have your Pyromania album.” She gushes. “Sorry, I’m rambling. I’m a big fan.”

“No worries.”

She hands my guitar back to me and stands up.

“Steve, this was so much fun. I have to call my mother and freak out now. Thank you for letting me come play your Gibson.” She puts a hand on my shoulder and walks away.

What just happened?

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Y/N coming over to play with me became a more frequent occurrence. She even brought her own guitar over.

We’re sitting on the balcony again. This time, though, she’s sitting in my lap and not in the chair across from me as I fiddle with my acoustic guitar. We live together in my apartment now instead of having to run across the street every time we wanted to see each other.

She takes a deep breath, and I pause my strumming.

“What’s wrong, love?” I put my guitar down beside us.

“Nothing. Just funny to think about how this is where it all started for us. And now there’s a family living over there.”

“I thought I was the creepy one until you asked to come over.”

She laughs. “You were still creepy.”

“What?”

“Steve, seriously. I’m not blind. I knew you watched me. Why do you think I left my curtains open all the time as a woman living alone?” She giggles, leaning back on my chest to look up at me.

“I can’t believe you knew.”

“I just can’t believe it took me so long to recognize you.”

“Well, I’m not exactly world famous quite yet.”

“That’s not true.”

“It feels like it.”

She shakes her head. “Always so humble.” She puts her hand on my cheek.

I wish I could have told myself that the girl I admired from afar admired me too, and that one day we’d be on the same balcony chair together.

#def leppard #steve clark #def leppard fan fiction #appetite4savage writes

[r-is-typing]

my hero | s.h

summary: in which steve saves the day

requested?: yes! requested by anon (or grape, in this case haha)

request: okay bit of a horror-inspired idea for steeb harrington because why not, so here goes: steve receives a call at 2 am after a grueling shift at family video (because surprisingly, someone actually tried to rob the place and he & robin had to spend the entire day cleaning/checking inventory) so he's less than enthused about receiving a call. he lets the first call go to voicemail but on the 2nd call he just answers. the moment he does though, he fucking blanches because he realizes its you and you sound terrified and shaking and oh my god- why do you sound so scared? dun dun dun! and there's where it ends, its up to you to decide as to why reader is terrified :> go crazy with this one <3 hope ure having a nice day homie - 🍇

pairing: steve harrington x reader

category: bit of angst in beginning, fluff towards end 

content warnings: mentions of crime, swearing

word count: 1.1k

Today was rough. 

Usually working at Family Video was a breeze as long as you didn’t count the people in their 70s to 80s trying to hear what Robin or Steve had to say, or having to call people daily because they didn’t know how to return their rentals. 

Today was one of the worst days Steve could remember working at Family Video. Someone had come in around 9pm, attempting to rob the place, taking whatever tapes he could, but luckily, one of the members of the Hawkins Police were arriving to rent a video and could stop the thief. 

But, that just made Robin and Steve’s job harder. The guy had carelessly dragged his hand on each shelf knocking the tapes to the ground, so after he was caught and taken into police custody, it was the two teens jobs to clean up the store, putting everything back in perfect order. 

Steve ended up not getting home till almost midnight as he had to drop Robin off at home after cleaning up. So, this delayed him in getting to sleep. Which, if you knew anything about Steve Harrington, if he didn’t get a good amount of sleep for any reason, he’d let you know. 

So, when 2am rolled around and his home phone began to ring and he woke up, he was upset, choosing to ignore it and rolling back over in his bed and getting comfortable once more. Immediately after hanging up, the phone rang again. “Jesus Christ..” Steve picked up the phone, putting it to his ear as he felt anger run through his body, along with the added lack of sleep. 

“Listen, I don’t know who you are, but it is two in the damn morning. I had a rough day at work so I’d appreciate if you stop calling. I don’t know what you want but-”

“Stevie, please help-”

A broken, sob of a whisper alerted him as he recognized your voice. “Baby? Y/N? What’s going on?” Shaky breaths were heard on the other end of the line, but no response came. “Baby. Talk to me.” 

“There’s someone here, Steve. Someone in the house..” 

Steve had never moved so fast, he held the phone to one ear, shoving his legs through his pantlegs of a random pair of sweatpants strewn on his floor. “Okay, baby. Just stay where you are. I’ll be right there. Do not move, whatever you do. I’m on my way.” He made sure she was okay enough for the drive before running down the stairs and out to his car. 

Steve backed up quickly, turning his wheel and speeding to Y/N’s house. As he pulled up to the house, he sees her light on, and he notices her parents weren’t there and a random car parked across the street that he’d never seen before. 

He grabbed his bat from the backseat and ran sneakily towards the house, seeing the door left slightly ajar. Steve’s heart raced, swinging his bat at the person who stood in his girlfriend's house, the person wearing a black ski mask over their face, a gun in hand. They doubled over in pain, groaning loudly, the gun flying across the room.

Before Steve left, he had made sure to call the police, alerting them of the situation so when Steve arrived, the police wouldn’t be too far behind. The police rushed in, lifting the guy off of the ground, leaving the backpack filled with stolen valuables on the ground while they cuffed him. Steve ran upstairs, opening Y/N’s bedroom door. 

“Baby? It’s just me. You can come out now.” 

Slowly, her closet door slid open and Y/N collapsed into his arms, sobbing loudly. “You came, you really came.” She sobbed against his neck, his hands feeling cold on her waist. “‘Course I did, baby. Had to come rescue my girl, didn’t I?” Y/N nods against his neck, the skin soaked with her tears, some sliding down his neck and down his chest. 

“Alright, c’mon, sweet girl. I’ll take you to my place, alright? My parents aren’t home, so it’ll just be us. I’ll take care of you. Promise.” 

Steve wraps his arms around her, leading him to his car and helping her get in safely. He rushed around to the driver's side, hopping in and taking off without a second thought. Y/N’s hand reached up, grabbing Steve’s right hand off of the steering wheel and placing it on her thigh, which Steve knew was a huge stress relief for her, especially when she let out a sigh of relief as if she’d been holding her breath for hours on end. 

“C’mon, baby. Let’s go inside.” 

Steve helped her into the house and up into his bedroom. He began leading her to the bathroom which caused for some confusion, but Y/N let him lead her anyway, knowing Steve knew exactly what he was doing. 

“Here, I’m gonna run you a bath and make you some tea. Sound good?” 

Y/N nodded, sitting on the lid of the toilet seat as Steve helped undress her. “My gorgeous girl. The prettiest girl in Hawkins.” She giggled softly as Steve kissed her neck sweetly. His hands placed themselves on her waist, one removing itself to grab onto her hand and help her step into the warm bubble bath. 

“I’ll be right back with your tea, baby.” 

She grabbed his wrist. “Will you join me, Stevie, please?” Y/N pouted. 

“Sure, princess, I’ll join you.”

Y/N smiled softly, nodding her head as she hugged her legs close to her, resting her chin on her knees. She closed her eyes for a moment, waiting for the sounds of Steve entering the room to appear in her surroundings. 

“Alright, I’ve got a warm cup of tea for m’lady, and one for me, as well as some crackers.” 

Y/N’s eyes opened as she looked at Steve who set the tray of assortments on the lid of the toilet. Steve undressed and got into the bath behind her, handing her the teacup which he warned was hot before placing it in her hands. 

Y/N leaned her back against Steve’s chest, sinking lower into the bath, and took a sip of her tea, the temperature of the liquid making her tongue tingle as it burned. “Delicious, thank you, handsome.” She mumbled, setting it back down onto the tray. 

The two sat their for a while, basking in the sound of silence before Y/N finally spoke. 

“Thank you for saving me today, Stevie. You’re m’hero.” She mumbled, her face buried in his neck, sleep starting to take over her as she was comfortable where she was. Steve smiled, kissing her head. “I’ll always protect you, sweetheart. I’ll spend the rest of my life making you feel safe, I promise.” 

“And you’ll always be my hero, Stevie?” 

“Without a doubt in my mind.”

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🍯🍫pt 2

fyi: I am currently just typing on my phone I haven’t yet switched to my laptop to write. Im writing just for fun I’m not the best at punctuations so bear with me.

im giving our leading lady a name But you guys can definitely yourselves in its place.

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BLAZE MARIE’S pov:

4|1/2 hours earlier:

just getting back to New York from dc, i celebrated the 3rd annual “moechella” concert/movement. you honestly have to be from DC to understand what it for & about, or you could just google it lol .

feeling tired i headed to my new luxury apartment in Brooklyn courtesy of my favorite uncle who pays half my rent who just so happens to be the richest person in the family well at least on my mom side. finally home i immediately throw my duffle bag down at the front door then locking it after. my place was in complete darkness & a little cold just how I liked it , so I took a nap not only because I was tired but later on Im meeting my home girls to go to a new club called the double take in manhattan, which I was kind of reluctant to go because nothing is usually lit around there for my liking.

……….

A few hours later the time now being 9pm & my bff Kamaree told me to meet her & the others at club. already showered,shaved,and hair in a sleek low bun I still don’t know what to wear & by now the bed was covered with different outfit choices of shoes,clothes & purses , yet nothing came to mind. 

though I have an hourglass shape I’m definitely on the thicker side , a couple of love handles over here and I definitely have a belly pudge, and don’t get me started on the cellulite at the back of my thighs. *ugh* i hate it. but anyways I’m still a baddie, because my personality is fire and the face card never declines oh and I have ass for days…..

I finally decided on a simple but sexy little silk black dress with a slit on the side along with some black stiletto like wedges, while putting my favorite red lipstick on *ruby woo* i remembered that I had to bring some protection with me, walking back towards the bed kneeling down to reach underneath a little until i felt what I was looking for . pulling out the black case that encloses my Glock10mm. i bring this baby almost everywhere i can legally thanks to me being a veteran it definitely has its perks. I quickly put it in my sexy lace garter holster, making sure it blends in perfectly with no bulky ness in place I quickly head back to The bathroom to lay my edges and just as I’m finishing up kamaree calls me.

kamaree : 🗣 girl where are you!! come yo ass on, im not standing in nobody’s line even if it is ladies night.

me: ight, ight im omw now you ain’t gotta yell. gaahleee lol

I grabbed my keys,a little clutch purse , a palm sized wallet that inclosed my id credit/debit cards and a $20 bill, A quick look in the mirror and I was out the door. I walked out the building towards an old ass 1999 Nissan Ultima, I only kept it for sentimental values because this was my granddad’s car and he recently passed away this year and he left it to me…..

(15-20 minute passes by she gets to the club sees her other friends & they basically party the night away) 

The time was 3am & I was a little tipsy but not drunk I knew where I was at and where I was going,  my friends offered to walk me to my car but I insisted that I was OK and I had my “mousekatool” with me.

walking to my car I got my keys ready to unlock the door, coming up on the car I inserted the key and pull the handle, no good,

*ugh this stupid door*

i hate it when it jammed, I remember the trick my granddad taught me to open the door but me being a little tipsy I guess I didn’t have the strength to do it 

 unbeknownst to me two men were standing a block over watching the whole thing, and I guess to them I looked like an easy target , I could honestly see why I definitely wasn’t aware of my surroundings and what I had on didn’t make it any better nor was i fully sober. I finally got the door to pop open & just when it did masked men abruptly came behind me and ask for money & all my belongings, when I turned around there were two of them and they both had big ass knives.

thinking quickly and my adrenaline pumping, i acted like a helpless damsel in distress,

oh please don’t hurt me”

please take what you want”

as soon as I seen they were letting their guard down a little after taking my purse and keys

i quickly sprung my gun from my upper thigh holster took the safety off and yelled

GET THE FUCK BACK!!! , & DROP THE FUCKING KNIVES BEFORE I START BLASTING DICKS OFF…..

their eyes went wide as if they’d just seen a ghost they immediately put their hands up and did what was told….

and drop my keys and purse too bitches.

almost immediately after doing so the cowards took off running. 

and good thing too because I immediately fell to my knees and took a few deep breath‘s.  realizing what could’ve happened had I not had my protection.

just as I’m gathering myself , getting my keys,purse & wallet, i hear someone say proudly with glee

“YOU GO GIRL”

standing to my feet fast I yell

WHO’S THERE?….,,, CU….,CUZ NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR GAMES MOTHER FUCKER!!

another voice says in a smugg tone

“Damn idk if im scared or turned”

gun still out & ready i step back so that my back can be on my car for cover…i say….

Look I don’t have anything for you, im just trying to get home…please just leave me be….pl…please

that same gleefully voice says,

“ We’re not gonna hurt love muffin where the good guys !! and we all just seen the whole thing go down, we were about to help you but you can clearly take care of yourself”

well who are you?…..and……. where are you ?

the voice says well…..

“if we show you who we are promise you won’t freak out and scream?”

“ oh and please put the gun away ma’am” 

Panic and curiosity now taking over my mind and body I reluctantly put my gun away and say

Okay!

with The quickness I hear multiple grunts & thuds behind The other side of my car.

I slowly, And I do mean slowly lift up to peek through the other side through the glass, and I see what looks to be shells in resemblance to turtle or tortoise. 

i stand all the way up, eyes wide i look in amazement & shock at four big ass turtle/human like men.

ummm hey….. i say nervously walking towards them

the orange masked turtle greeted me first with a energetic but sweet demeanor

mikey: hey wasssup girl im Michelangelo but everyone calls me Mikey

hey mickey i give a smile…

mikey: dame your more beautiful up close and you smell really good….

me: i slightly chuckle and blush thank you

then he introduced me to the other three, The one wearing the red mask is Rafael and he is big as fuck , body builders ain’t got shit on him he has a scar on his lip and was chewing a toothpick looking mean, The one in blue mask is Leonardo, he was buff as well but it was more defined, he looked like he had a “not to be played with attitude” but was chill with it.  then there was The last turtle wearing a purple mask, and the tallest & slimmest of the 4 named Donatello, sporting gadgets all over and wearing goggles and some taped together glasses… they are all very handsome actually.

mikey: WE ARE!! mikey says excitedly 

me: dame did i say that out loud?

mikey: see bro’s i told you we looked good.

Leonardo: hold on,we told you who we are, now whats your name?

me: oh you right, my fault slim…my…. my name is Blaze…. Blaze marie.

Leonardo: BLAZE !!! thats your name???? leo says with confusion and scrunched up face

me: LEONARDO that yours??? i fire back Quick with a slight sass behind it



Rafael & mickey bust out laughing

“she got you there fearless”

*Leonardo just rolls his eyes and walks away*

Rafael: i noticed ya accent, ur not from here are ya?

me: nah moe im frm dc

mikey: moe? what does that mean he says with curiosity.

oh its actually the same as saying bro or Shorty.. oh okay say’s Mikey i like it as he beams a bright smile at me. I guess it’s OK just a little weird says Rafael. i shot back with ah yea ok you big hater, me and Mikey giggle to one another. he scoffs and walks away still chewing on the worn down toothpick. out of my peripheral vision I can see the purple turtle eyeing me like aloof prey……. so i look up and say you like what you see huh with a sly smirk, he embarrassingly snaps out of his trance and says im sorry i was just in deep thought, i chuckled oh really what were you thinking about green bean. while stuttering he say’s i.. i ….ummm..i really love your eyes, they are beautiful i dont think i’ve seen anyone with grey eyes like yours they are truly breathtaking. damn bro you trying to push up my lady now say’s mikey lol , heat rising from my chest and a quick shiver running down my spine i say thank you to the man in purple. thank god im black cuz my cheeks would be red like a tomato right now











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