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wonitten · 2 days

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DETECTIVE TROUBLEMAKER (YJ)

Part 3. Part 2 ; Part 1

synopsis: In a desperate attempt to salvage her career, a klutzy detective plans to kidnap a corrupt minister as part of her final assignment. However, her plans go hilariously awry when she mistakenly kidnaps a charming mafia boss instead. But perhaps there was more to it.

pairings: Mafia boss! Jungwon x detective! readerft. Boss! Heeseung, assistant! Sunghoon, hot delivery man! Jake

genre: Comedy, romance, crime, Dramedy

warnings: death, mentions of blood, organ trafficking

wc: 1.4k

The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds of the detective agency, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk where Heeseung lay snoring amidst a mountain of files.

There can't possibly be anything that could get him up from his deep sleep—His peaceful slumber was abruptly interrupted by the shrill ring of the telephone, prompting him to groggily reach for the receiver.

"Detective Heeseung speaking," he slurrs, rubbing the remnants of drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Hello, this is Jake from your local Papa Jones and you know what we just finished making? Your fifty large pepperoni pizzas and I'm on my way to deliver them. Better have the cash ready," the voice on the other end chirped cheerfully.

Heeseung shot up in his chair, suddenly wide awake. "Hey! Hold on a minute! I didn't order any pizza! Hello!? Are you listening to me?" he exclaimed, but the line had already gone dead, leaving him staring at the receiver in bewilderment.

"And that is the story behind my motivation", Heeseung muttered, while scribbling down on his notes furiously.

Sunghoon, his assistant, raised an incredulous eyebrow. "So let me get this straight, you work this hard every day because you're still in debt to Papa Jones for fifty pizzas, turns out you also found the delivery man attractive, so you accidentally gave him your bank details to avoid looking broke... God, tell me this is a bunch of bullcrap."

Heeseung shrugged nonchalantly, burying himself back in the stack of files before him. "Believe what you will, but the truth is often stranger than fiction."

Just then, you breezed into the office, exuding boundless energy and enthusiasm. "Good morning, Boss!" you chirped, flashing a bright smile.

Heeseung nodded in acknowledgment, his attention already diverted back to his work.

Sunghoon watches your energetic greeting with a knowing look. His gaze wanders over your file, before landing them on the familiar bracelet on your wrist.

"Oh where did you get that bracelet from Y/n", He frowns lightly, while asking. Then laughs awkwardly. "It looks very pretty".

"Really? You can take this then", You shrugged casually, unhooking the bracelet and offering it to him. "Some careless person left it in my pocket, so it's all yours."

"Some careless person...", Sunghoon mutters to himself, holding onto the bracelet with 'YJ' initials before reminiscing yesterday's memories.

"My friend has a girl, and he proposed a date indirectly to her, but like she didn't get it," His boss mutters, thinking about the scenario. "But when he asked indirectly again if they were on a date, she looked at him in disgust, panicked kind of way, which is weird because why would anyone not go on a date with him? He is literally a whole package."

"Either he is stupid, she is stupid or the girl has someone she likes? Can I get the name of the girl you like so I can research about her?", He says.

"Yeah her name is....", Jungwon paused, as his words sinks in his mind. "Wait. It's not me!".

"Whatever you say boss"

"Some careless person as in...", Sunghoon puts the bracelet inside his pocket. 'Yang Jungwon', he thought.

He got out of the office and smacked his head for not realising it sooner. After all, the town was smaller; why did he think his boss would have any better taste in women?

Obviously, Jungwon was talking about going on a date with you, while you wanted to go on a date with Heeseung, and Heeseung is an oblivious idiot — this has gotta be some load of triangle nonsense.

"Lord Jesus Christ, help me."

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It was evening.

And everyone was eager to head home, including the officers of the detective agency. However, their plans were put on hold when they were called to an urgent case that has occured the cafe.

The same cafe where you waited for Jungwon to repay him.

After gathering details from the cops, Heeseung had relied the information that the woman had died at 9 pm. Surprisingly, the CCTV cameras showed her getting out from the train from city, then laughing and talking on her phone before suddenly throwing up blood near the cafe.

Sunghoon furrowed his brow as he examined the pictures of the victim, intrigued by the discrepancy as they showed otherwise. In the photos, she had been stabbed brutally in the stomach.

Perhaps the CCTV footage had been tampered? But the eyewitnesses called for the ambulance, and claimed the same. So who was lieing? The corpse? The eyewitness? The cctv camera? All of them couldn't lie together.

Something was missing here.

Sunghoon raked his fingers through his hair, before checking on the cctv again, while Heeseung continued to talk with the cops.

He saw as the the woman looked perfectly fine, talking to her friend with excitement, when suddenly she gasps loudly, and drops her phone onto the ground, blood flowing from her mouth as she looks at the passer-by for help. And then one of them calls the paramedics, and soon they enter, and lift her onto the stretcher. It ends there.

He tilted his head confused, before turning towards the two people standing beside the cafe who gave the testimony. "I have a question for you two. Did you see blood on her stomach, after she was lifted onto the ambulance? It's not clearly visible here".

Jun answering with glee," Blood was everywhere, sir! It was hard to understand since everyone was panicking."

"We called the ambulance and they came sooner than we expected, within two minutes, and then the paramedics lifted her up on the stretcher and brought her to the hospital I believe", his friend said, looking up as if trying to remember.

Sunghoon thanked them, before turning his attention towards you, who was sipping on apple juice. "You've been sipping on that for a while. Help me around here."

You shrugged, still sipping onto it, while being absorbed on your phone.

"I'm not paid enough for this," Sunghoon groaned, turning away.

Heeseung approached both of you, raising his eyebrows. "Any clues?"

When Sunghoon shook his head, Heeseung smirked. "Well, I've got one from my good friend. He contacted me."

Sunghoon parted his lips in realisation. The good friend was none other than the anonymous benefactor helping them solve clues once in a while. That person is the reason why he was tasked to infiltrate in the detective agency as an assistant, and to inform about his whereabouts and deductions to his real boss, Jungwon.

"It's the paramedics"

"The paramedics? Why would they—" Sunghoon started, but Heeseung interrupted him.

"They never arrived. Think about it. Why would paramedics arrive within two minutes when the nearest hospital takes at least half an hour?" Heeseung played with his pen, jotting down notes. "She was murdered in the ambulance, which is why the hospital concluded she died the same time she fainted."

Sunghoon widens his eyes in understanding. "Ah, I see now! But what could be their motive for killing her? And what about her vomitting blood in the beginning?."

"That?" Heeseung gestured towards the police officers. "The cops said they will bring it out themselves since some gangs and organ trafficking are getting involved here."

Sunghoon's eyes glisten with interest at that. "Oh? I guess it's the same as the case before."

"It seems so. Ugh, I wanna go home now" Heeseung said, stifling a yawn. "Come to think of it, I haven't slept for three days."

You gasped "No way, Heeseung. You should sleep right now. Sunghoon, drive him home!"

"Why me?" Sunghoon protested. "You do it!"

"I don't know how to drive a car," you pout.

"Then... then..." Sunghoon groaned. "Fine, I'll drive you home."

As they both walk away, you smoothly threw the empty can of apple juice into the nearby dustbin. With your other hand slipping the phone back into your pocket, a subtle flicker of curiosity dances in your eyes—a momentary lapse in your typically chaotic demeanor that goes unnoticed by both Heeseung and Sunghoon.

Your gaze casually drifts towards the photographs of the crime scene. Though your expression remains neutral, there's a subtle undercurrent of amusement in the way you study the images.

"pity"

Tearing your gaze away, you seamlessly rejoin Heeseung and Sunghoon and effortlessly slip back into their conversation.

author note? : enhypen album is near, exam is near. And the combination of both, doesn't usually go good, does it? Atleast the album will serve as my gift for exams.

Series Tag list: @drunkhee @booooooooooooooooooooooos @suhiiiiiii @mrsyangsikmoa @nyfwyeonjun

#enhypen #enha imagines #enha x reader #enhypen x reader #jungwon #jungwon enhypen #jungwon x reader #enhypen jungwon #sunghoon #enha heeseung #jake enhypen

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alena-draws · 5 months

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Point of view: You've royally pissed off the most powerful being on the planet.

(Knives is currently not on the planet but above so it counts)

(please click on the full image! It's DIN A3 and the effect is better in full view, especially Vash's glowing eyes! Little close ups under the cut)

#late trimax vash my beloved #alena aquired new skill: colour your lineart without fucking up the pencil strokes and put the colour layer beneath!#shoutout to @plants-and-geraniums whose beautiful angel arm vash fanart inspired me to try that out again #now I don't wanna boast but I'm really happy with how these turned out #also found my new favourite tool on clip studio: the airbrush #also drawing space ship parts is fun #I'm putting some lines in there and suddenly it looks like that part has got some use #trigun #fanart #vash #vash the stampede #trigun maximum #trimax #aah I should maybe tag this with #trigun spoilers #sry that I didn't do this from the start

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unclewaynemunson · 6 months

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Pt1 | Pt2 | this one is the last part!

After Steve has dropped Nancy off at her house – and Nancy has talked some courage into him – he drives to the uglier part of town, over Cornwallis and then into Forest Hills. He can only hope Eddie is home. If not, he'll try Jeff's house, and then Freak's or Gareth's. He had to promise Nancy he'll keep searching even if it has him ending up at Reefer Rick's boathouse again.

Luckily, no such search actions seem necessary when he gets to the trailer park: as soon as Steve opens his car door, he can hear loud music emerging from inside the Munsons' trailer. Even though it isn't exactly Eddie's usual taste, something tells Steve that Wayne definitely isn't the one who put this one on.

Should have known better than to cheat a friend And waste a chance that I've been given So I'm never gonna dance again The way I danced with you

He knocks on the door, but is not surprised when no one inside seems to hear him, so he pushes it open to let himself in instead.

He finds Eddie sprawled out on the floor in front of the old boombox. His eyes are closed, but even from Steve's place in the doorway he can see how swollen and red the skin underneath them is. His hair is spread out around his head on the floor like a dark halo, and his fingers are restlessly tapping on his own arm to the melody of the saxophone solo.

Steve finds himself frozen in the doorway, captivated by simply watching Eddie lying there in his own bubble while the music slowly fades out. Despite the sadness radiating off him, there's something weirdly beautiful about it, and Steve can't look away, can't move, can't make a sound.

Then, Eddie suddenly sits up; his index finger is already stretched out towards the rewind button when Steve clears his throat to make his presence known. Eddie whips his head towards him with a startled sound.

'Jesus Christ, what the hell?!' he yells out. 'How long have you been standing there? No, you know what, don't answer that, just get the hell out!'

'Eddie, I-'

'I don't wanna hear any of it, man! I thought – no, I'm not talking to you. Fuck you.' Steve knows it's supposed to sound angry, but Eddie's voice starts wobbling dangerously towards the end of his sentence.

'Eddie, please just hear me out,' Steve says, stepping further into the trailer. The end of Careless whisper has left a deafening silence in its wake. He half expects Eddie to cover his ears and start singing loudly, but he's only met with a teary-eyed death stare and crossed arms.

'I'm not seeing any girl, Dustin got it all wrong,' he starts to explain. 'I wanted to tell him who I was really seeing, but I couldn't - not without your permission - so I told him I was seeing someone. Meaning you. I haven't been seeing anyone ever since that first time we kissed. I didn't need to. I've only been thinking about you.' He pauses. It's scary, to let himself be vulnerable like this while Eddie is still looking at him like he despises him. But he takes a deep breath and pushes himself to say it all.

'I don't want to see anyone, boy or girl, ever again, as long as I can have you, Eddie. I promise. I've been falling for months, but I didn't wanna scare you off with any labels you might not want for us – but you're it for me, Eddie, one hundred percent. I never meant to hurt you like this. It's all a big misunderstanding; there's no one else for me.'

Eddie is still sitting on the floor, looking up at Steve with wide, teary eyes. Something in his face has slowly shifted while Steve was talking; the harsh lines around his mouth have turned softer and the betrayal in his eyes has made way for something Steve can only hope to be good.

'You wanted to tell Dustin about us?' is all Eddie says, his voice croaky.

Steve takes another step towards Eddie, then crouches down to the ground until he's sitting right next to him on the worn carpet.

'I mean, I know I don't wanna hide what I'm feeling for you. Especially not when people are thinking I'm going out with some girl when all I want is to be with you.' He reaches out to grab Eddie's hands in his own. 'So yeah, I think I wanna tell Dustin. And everyone else, basically. That is, if we're on the same page about what we are.'

Eddie frees one of his hands from Steve's grip to wipe it over his eyes. His palm is wet when his hand finds Steve's again.

'What about boyfriends?' he says, a hesitant smile creeping onto his face.

Steve squeezes his hands, unable to stop a matching smile of his own appearing. To hear that word falling from Eddie's mouth... He had expected it to feel good, of course, but he had never anticipated it to feel like this: like the whole world suddenly makes sense again.

'Yeah, I can do boyfriends,' he answers, his voice breathy with the multitude of emotions bubbling up inside of him. 'That sounds – sounds good. Great. Perfect.'

Eddie surges forward to catch him in a kiss that's a bit wetter than Steve is used to. Steve happily kisses him back, though, and he can barely suppress a shiver when one of Eddie's hands makes its way upwards over Steve's back and into the hair in his neck. There's a softness to his touch that easily drives Steve crazy with relief.

When they pull back, both of them are smiling dumbly and breathing heavily.

'I'm sorry I had so little trust in you,' Eddie tells him.

'That's okay, I understand,' Steve is quick to answer. 'As long as you leave listening to George Michael to me again from now on.'

Eddie makes a face, causing a big frown to appear between his eyebrows, along with all kinds of wrinkles around his nose.

'God, I can't believe you witnessed that and still wanted to be my boyfriend,' he says, adding an exaggerated shudder for extra dramatics.

Steve clenches his arms tighter around Eddie. 'You won't scare me off that easily,' he murmurs. 'It was kind of adorable.'

'It was pathetic.'

'Yeah, a little bit. But in an adorable way.'

Eddie rolls his eyes. 'You're an idiot, Steve Harrington,' he says. 'But... In an adorable way.'

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granddaughterogg · 2 months

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So, you're the newest addition to Task Force 141 and you Make a Move on one of the boys. How will they react?

Johnny Soap MacTavish: With utter glee. "Took ya long enough, lass! Thought you'll never shoot your shot!" He'll announce with amusement. Our perky Scotsman is an absolute Sexpot - and he knows it. He is also a master of Living in the Moment aka Seizing the Day. Rules and regulations be damned. "So what do you say?" He'll ask, filling your personal space with all that muscle and clasping those strong hands around your waist. "Wanna go on a date first…" Johnny wiggles his painterly eyebrows. "...Or shall we skip to the good part?"

Ghost: When you confessed that you'd like to spend some time with him in private, he didn't seem thrilled. As is usual case with Ghost, he didn't seem like caring one way or another. All you got in the way of a reaction was his hand, holding the cigarette and now stilled halfway to his mouth. He threw you one of his Stares - Simon Riley's eyes are as beautiful as they are cryptic, you've never been able to read those dark peepers surrounded by white, seemingly frosted eyelashes of dizzying length. Then he muttered something under his breath and walked away. You didn't hear a word from him for the next three days, apart from work orders anyway. Disappointment and embarrassment tormented you in turns. You were silently cursing your big, reckless mouth. On the fourth day he approached you as if nothing had ever happened and said: "Allright". "Allright what, Sir?.." You asked, dumbfounded. "I agree. We should fuck."

Gaz: Oh, this beautiful boy. Out of the whole squad he's probably the one best adapted to Living in a Society. He reacts as any sensible man would: with a charming smile, a proud, joyful gleam in his eye, a trace of a blush almost. "Gosh, Private, really…Me? Well, girl, you got outstanding taste." "Don't I know it," you answer boldly. "Look, babe," he says in a hushed voice, coming closer and putting his hands on your shoulders, "Cap will rip my head off and piss in my neck if he finds out that I'm fooling around with a subordinate...so we're gonna have to be extra careful, 'kay? Can you promise me that?" You nod enthusiastically. This is so exciting!

Captain Price: So you like to live dangerously. There is no safe way that you can Put the Moves on your commander. You know that...right? On the other hand - if you're gonna break the rules, break them hard and break them for good. Tell him that you desire him. That you can't stop thinking about him. Pick a moment when the rest of the guys won't be within a kilometer radius. Say your line and look into those hard, cloudy sky-coloured eyes which have just grown big and round with shock. "Kid," says Price, his voice suddenly a little breathy, which is oh so hot: "Are you out of your goddamn mind?" "Only for you, Sir." Flutter those eyelashes. Come on, lay it on thick. It's been some time since anyone has thrown themselves at the old man. He will sigh the mother of all sighs, then drag one hand across his tired face. "I am you commanding officer." "That you are, Sir." He will come closer, both hands behind his back. Then he'll reach out and gently, oh, so gently touch your cheekbone. "You do realize tha' I could tell you to pack up and send your arse home?" His voice is very meticulously level, but you can feel the volcano bubbling underneath. "I do, Sir. But I just couldn't live a lie. I want you." That boldness will earn you another sigh - this time more ragged. He'll trace his finger over your upper lip, say: "Well fuck me sideways..." like a man who has just experienced a miracle - and then John Price will embrace you in a kiss, shameless, deep and hungry.

This man has been criminally touch starved. Congratulations, you'll have your hands full from now on. Not to mention your…other regions.

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strangersmunsons · 2 months

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read 'em and weep #4

you hear some rumors about Eddie.

Chapter 4 Eddie x Bookworm!Reader Series Read Ch. 3 -> Here!

Contains: Eddie x Reader, fem!bookworm!reader, mix of fluff and angst, lots of kisses, reader realizes she may not know as much about Eddie as she thinks she does (but don't worry, they're gonna be fine). Warnings: some nasty remarks are made about Eddie’s reputation. Word Count: ~4.6k I feel bad that all this wait has led to an angstier chapter, but I'm hoping the next part will be written sooner than this one was!

“I disagree.”

“Look, The Shining is really good, I like it! I just don’t think it’s his best book.”

“I’d take more stock in your opinion if you weren’t putting It at the top of your list. Great book, but such a terrible ending.”

Eddie holds a hand up like he’s swearing an oath. “I’ll admit that it isn’t a perfect book, but it’s still some of the best writing Stephen King’s ever done.” Then he grimaces. “The notable exception being that…one scene in the sewer, um…I don’t really think it needed to be in there.”

Your nose wrinkles in distaste, knowing exactly which scene he’s referring to. “I read that ABC is making a TV show out of it — I’m sure they’ll cut that part out.”

He laughs. “I think he was doing a lot of coke back then.”

Eddie is playing for you chauffeur today. Once again, after a late night he coaxed you into staying over at his place — but instead of just dropping you at home the next morning and then leaving, he waited patiently for you in your living room while you got cleaned up and changed, before driving you to work.

“Although, now that I’m thinking about it,” he muses, “maybe The Stand is number one for me.”

You concur. “Oooh, good one!”

“Did you know,” he exclaims, suddenly excited, dark eyes shining, “that Ride the Lightning by Metallica is a reference to a line from The Stand?”

You search for familiarity in the phrase, and don’t find it. “It is?”

“Yeah, there’s a guy on death row who says it when he’s talking about the electric chair. That's why there's a picture of one on the album."

“Huh. Cool.”

Eddie snubs his cigarette out against the library’s exterior brick wall as you fumble with the keys. When the big double-doors are both unlocked, he pulls one open for you, and you kiss him on the cheek as you breeze past. “Thanks. I’ll see you later, okay?” You pause, and reach back to give his hand a final squeeze. “Have a good day!”

Inside, you make it about halfway to the front desk before you realize that the unmistakable sound of Reeboks squeaking against the floor is following you.

You turn around, bewildered and amused. “Can I help you?”

Eddie just shrugs. “This is a public institution. I’m allowed in.”

“I didn’t realize ‘let me drop you off’ meant ‘let me come to work with you.’ Gosh, aren’t you tired of me yet?”

His reply is immediate. “No.”

The incredible thing is, you actually believe him.

You shake your head in awe. “Eddie Munson, you’re really somethin’, you know that?”

He leans in to kiss you one more time, soft and sweet, but you pull away before it can get too heated, keenly aware of the fact that you’re at your place of work, and that making out in full view of the entire — albeit currently empty — library? Probably a bad look.

Just in time, too, as Marissa was apparently not far behind you. You see the doors open again from over Eddie’s shoulder and the older librarian hurries into the building, low heels clacking noisily against the tile. Her face, which is seemingly-always pinched in annoyance, scrunches even further beneath her dark bangs when she realizes you’re not alone.

“Good morning, Marissa,” you greet her politely.

“We’re technically not open yet,” she spits back, staring pointedly at Eddie. “He can’t be in here.”

You open your mouth to reply, but Eddie beats you to it. “My apologies, ma’am. I was just heading back out.” It’s a remarkably respectful response for Eddie, who you’ve learned has a general distaste for authority, and you know that it’s for your sake.

He gives you the tiniest wave as he walks away, and you return it with a smile, though your heart pangs with each step that takes him further away from you.

After clocking in you make your escape to the children’s area. It’s practically its own library, in a way — it takes up the whole back corner of the building and then some. Hundreds of thin, colorful books are jam-packed onto the shelves, which are built at an intentionally low height. The floor is covered in deep green carpeting, in contrast to the elegant, black-and-white tile that lies in the main library; all the flat surfaces are topped with stuffed animals and puppets and other baubles for the kids to admire and play with.

In the center of it all, there’s a wide space that’s been cleared out for Story Times and various other programs, which is headed by the overstuffed armchair that you like to read from. A number of miniature tables and stools line the side of the area, which are dotted with neatly-placed baskets of craft supplies.

You’re pleased with the theme for the day: amongst the books you’ve chosen there are copies of A Bear Called Paddington and Corduroy ready to go. Markers, buttons, googly eyes, and glue have been set out on the tables, so they can make their own little bears for the craft activity. You’ve taken the initiative of cutting out the teddy shapes from heavy cardstock for them already — one less accident with scissors you need to worry about.

You’re nearly finished setting up when someone clears their throat behind you. Startled, you whirl around to see Marissa again.

“Hello,” you greet her in surprise. She usually lets you do your thing on Saturdays without much interruption. Your take in her expression, a little puzzled; the look on her face suddenly makes you feel like you’re in trouble.

She gives you a tight smile, although it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Hello, dear. Everything going okay?”

“Ye-es…” Your answer drags out uncertainly. “Almost ready here.” You gesture unnecessarily around the room, unsure of what she’s getting at.

“Good, good,” she nods distractedly, not bothering to look and verify that you’re actually doing your job. “Listen, when you finish up this morning, come and find me. I want to have a little chat with you, alright?” Seeing the panic split across your face, she quickly adds, “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. It’s not work-related.”

Your head cocks to the side curiously, but she spins on her heel and leaves before you can ask her to elaborate.

The rest of the morning passes in a blur, Marissa’s request lurking in the back of your mind all the while, though you try to focus on your reading. She’s not really the warm and fuzzy type — somehow you doubt she’s interested in having a little girl-chat.

Some odd-two hours later, when the last of the kids have scampered away, you head cautiously back to the front desk where Marissa and another young clerk are speaking to one another in low voices.

Your coworker sees you approaching from over Marissa’s shoulder, and gives her a subtle nod, warning the older woman of your presence. A hush falls over their conversation, and you feel a stab of annoyance, knowing intuitively that whatever they were talking about, it certainly had something to do with you.

She’s already blabbing to your coworkers about whatever this is? Gross.

Marissa turns to face you, pretending to look surprised at your approach.

“You wanted to see me?” you ask her pleasantly.

Another one of those tight-lipped smiles. “Yes, why don’t you come back here with me.” She moves towards her office, waving for you to follow along. “A little more private in here,” she stage-whispers.

When you’re alone in the tiny room, she shuts the door behind you, and takes a seat at her desk. You perch awkwardly on one of the folding chairs opposite her, clasping your hands on your lap — you feel a little bit like a wayward student in the principal’s office.

“Is…everything okay?” She said it wasn’t work-related, so you don’t have a clue what’s up. Surely if it was about Eddie being in the building before open, she would have reprimanded you earlier, when you were the only two people there. And that would be considered work-related anyway, wouldn’t it?

Marissa doesn’t answer immediately, so you try to be proactive. “If this is about my friend being here this morning, I’m so sorry about that. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Not…exactly.” She purses her lips, not giving anything away.

You blink, and try again. “Um, if this is about the oobleck thing again, I promise I was able to get it off the ceiling. You can check, it’s all clean.”

She almost cracks, a rare flash of amusement in her eyes, though it’s snuffed out quickly.

“It’s not that, either. I want to ask you about how things are going, just in general? I know you’re still pretty new to town. Have you been settling in okay these past few months?”

You think of the warm welcome you received from nearly everyone you’ve met. “Yeah, everything’s great. Everyone’s been really nice.”

She nods slowly, and when she speaks again, her tone is off — you can clock the feigned nonchalance right away. “I’ve noticed Eddie Munson has been here quite often this summer.”

You take this as confirmation of what you had already suspected — that Eddie’s frequenting of the library has more to do with you than anything else, and your lips can’t help but turn up into a fond smile.

“He likes to read,” you offer simply.

She’s more direct this time, eyes locking onto yours from behind her thick lenses. “He spends a lot of time talking to you while he’s here.”

Nervous heat starts to creep up your neck and into your cheeks. Is that what this is about? Has the quality of your work declined since Eddie started visiting you here?

You’ve worried about this before. When your friendship began and he started coming in pretty regularly, you made a point that if Eddie was to be there, the distractions had to be kept to a minimum. He was very understanding about it. And in his defense, he did mostly keep out of your way — he sat and read, and chatted with you when you weren’t busy, or if you happened to be hidden away amongst the shelves working, out of Marissa’s sight. He even helped you clean up the mess left behind by your Storytime kids. But you suppose he had been a presence nonetheless.

Waiting for the hammer to fall, you bow your head. Your job is very important to you — as much as you like Eddie, you don’t want to jeopardize your position or your standing with your boss by having her think you’re boy-crazy. Guiltily, your mind scrambles to find the words for an apology, some promise to do better in the future.

But Marissa doesn’t even go there. And what she says instead startles you right out of your self-deprecating spiral.

“Do you know about Eddie Munson?”

Your head pops back up in surprise, and you stare at her blankly, confused. “Know…what about him?”

“Listen, you’re a nice girl,” she simpers. “You’re a stellar employee — I wouldn’t want anyone else leading Family and Youth Services here. I think you have a lot of potential, and I don’t want you to squander it by getting involved with the wrong sort of people.”

Offense rises in your throat like bile. “Excuse me?”

She holds her hands up in defense. “I’m just trying to look out for your best interests, dear,” she insists. “The Munsons have a reputation in this town — that young man especially —”

“Marissa,” your tone is sharp; she’s treading into dangerous territory.

“He’s a criminal,” she warns. “Jim Hopper is far too soft on him. If he actually got in trouble for every law he broke, he’d be sitting in a jail cell right now.”

You gape at her. “What has he done?” you demand.

Marissa sighs, and takes her glasses off, setting them aside while she massages the bridge of her nose tiredly. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this” — you note that she doesn’t really sound sorry at all — “but he is a drug dealer, and a Satanist, amongst other things. He sells dope to kids and he all but started a cult when he was in high school. The oldest senior in Indiana, by the way,” she adds derisively.

You’re speechless.

She pushes on. “His father was a deadbeat, and in all the time that Eddie Munson has been living in Hawkins, all he’s done is prove that the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, fuming. Her audacity is too appalling for you to have any real reaction to the accusations; and regardless of whether or not those rumors are true, this certainly doesn’t feel like an appropriate way for you to find out about them.

You take a deep breath, and choose your words carefully. “Respectfully, who I choose to associate with outside of work is no one’s business but my own. If you feel like my relationship with him is infringing upon my performance here, then by all means, tell me where I’m lacking, and I’ll improve. But please do not sit here and try to convince me to shun my friend because —” you falter, trying to keep your anger in check, “because of your personal feelings towards him.”

Because you’re a Grade-A bitch who listens to small town gossip.

Marissa settles back in her seat, face impassive. She purses her lips. “Alright. I see your point. But don’t be upset, dear, I’m really only trying to help you.”

“I appreciate your concern,” you lie through gritted teeth.

“But before you make your mind up about him too quickly,” she adds, examining her fingernails casually, “ask him about Chrissy Cunningham.” Her eyes dart slyly up to yours, searching for any hint of recognition at the name.

There isn’t any — you’ve never heard of this person — but there’s an odd swooping sensation in your stomach at the mention of Eddie possibly being involved with another girl. It makes you feel sort of…ill.

But you won’t let your face betray your surprise. You keep your expression neutral, composed. You manage a final nod at Marissa, and rise to leave. She doesn’t say anything to stop you, so you take that as your cue to exit the office, your mind swirling with unanswered questions.

Across town, at the Munson trailer, a Dungeons and Dragons session is set to begin any minute. Dustin Henderson has arrived early with snacks, and is making himself all too comfortable on the squashy sofa.

Hellfire Club had still gone on strong three years after Eddie’s miraculous, long-awaited graduation, due to the combined efforts of the small group of freshmen he recruited in his last year. And it will continue to do so even now that they’re gone, thanks to one Erica Sinclair, who is rumored to be the most brutal Dungeons and Dragons player in the entire Midwest…after Eddie, of course.

Despite the fact that he remained in Hawkins, and that Dustin often begged him to join them, Eddie had respectfully bowed out of any and all Hellfire-related activities after graduating, in an effort to display a modicum of maturity. He didn’t want to be that guy hanging around his old high school because he didn’t have anything better to do.

But as a favor to his favorite kid, Eddie’s DMing their summer campaign as a last hurrah. Just Wheeler, Henderson, Sinclair, and a slightly newer addition — Will Byers, who came after his time, but seems a nice enough kid. It gives the boys a chance to all play together one last time before they part ways.

Eddie hopes they manage to stay friends, despite it all.

“Thanks, Henderson, but I think I’ve got a handle on things,” Eddie says sarcastically.

Dustin gives him an annoyingly-superior look. “I’m just saying, Suzie and I have been in a loving relationship for many years now — if you need any dating advice, I’m your guy.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, and crosses his arms. “Dude, she’s spent almost all the time you’ve known her across the country in Mormonland.”

Purely defensive. He hates to admit it, but Dustin’s right. He and Suzie’s relationship has lasted for a far, far longer time than any fling Eddie’s ever had. But that doesn’t mean he’s gonna sit down and let the little twerp talk to him like he knows something about something.

Little — Dustin Henderson is college-bound, heading off to some fancy private school on a merit scholarship, leaving Hawkins and grabbing life by the balls. He might still be a shrimpy dork, but Eddie’s secretly mourning the impending loss of his young friend.

“So,” continues Dustin, chomping on a Twizzler, lounging back against the cushions, “when do I get to meet her?”

Eddie chuckles, yanking the candy bag across the couch towards himself. “Uh, I don’t know. Whenever she wants to, I guess.”

Dustin snickers. “Would you be mad if I just showed up at her job and ambushed her?”

Eddie cuts his eyes over to the younger boy, wry smirk on his lips. “To be honest, I’m kind of surprised you haven’t done that already.”

“I haven’t been reading much this summer,” Dustin admits. “Too busy trying to cram in a bunch of stuff before we all…” he trails off, gaze growing distant.

“Yeah,” Eddie mutters back. He’s been there.

Dustin coughs. “Anyway, you should invite her to meet us at Benny’s after this. You said you’re picking her up from work, right?”

Eddie thinks it over for a moment, then shrugs. “Sure. I’ll ask her.”

The rickety front door swings open, a trio of laughing teenage boys barging in without bothering to knock. Tall, gangling Mike; Lucas, smiling in his letterman jacket; and Will, hanging back shyly, clutching his player’s handbook.

Eddie can’t help but grin. Dustin cocks an eyebrow at them.

“You assholes ready or what?”

Throughout the entire day, you think about what Marissa told you.

Yes, you’re angry at her for somehow thinking that would be an appropriate conversation for the two of you to have. Yes, you’re upset to hear her say such disparaging things about someone you’ve known to be nothing but sweet and kind. It feels like such an injustice, that Eddie be subjected to such cruel remarks.

But still, there’s a sliver of uncertainty in your heart now, a dark cloud looming in the distance of yours and Eddie’s budding relationship.

When your shift ends, you linger outside by the doors, waiting for Eddie to pick you up. A tiny part of you regrets the decision to let him bring you in to work, but you try and shake the feeling away.

You hate that you’re feeling this way. Internally, you scold yourself for letting Marissa’s words get to you. Why should you listen to what she says, anyway? Don’t you trust that you know him better than she does?

Do you believe Eddie to be a devil-worshipping cult leader? Certainly not. Eddie is a far cry away from what the media makes guys like him out to be. He’s not violent, or practicing any Satanic rituals; he just happens to like scary music and think that fantasy games are cool.

Do you believe Eddie to be a drug dealer? Well, that one, maybe…

Do you believe Eddie to have some sordid past — or, more worryingly, present — with someone named Chrissy Cunningham?

Before you can decide what to think about her, the sound of a wailing guitar drifts through the air, getting louder and louder — finally, a familiar green and white van is turning the corner, Eddie’s dark head, visible through the open windows, bobbing up and down in time with the music.

“Hey!” he shouts with a grin as he approaches the curb, yelling so as to be heard over the noise. With some effort, you smile back. He lowers the tape so it plays at a more bearable volume, as you open the door and climb into the passenger seat.

“Hi,” you greet him.

He leans across the center consol to give you a kiss, one calloused hand cupping your cheek. You can his smell cologne, the sweat beaded on his neck, and a faint smokiness clinging to his curls, you suppose, from his last cigarette; these, combined with how soft and plush his lips feel against yours push the thought of Chrissy Cunningham temporarily from your mind, along with any other thought you may have potentially had in this moment.

Eddie pecks at your lips again and again, then settles back in his seat, letting his hand fall onto your knee. “How was work?”

You squirm uneasily. “It was fine,” you half-lie, not sure what you should tell him.

“Kids behaving?” he asks.

“About as much as I could expect them to,” you sigh.

Eddie gazes at you, his dark eyes curious; you’re normally much more upbeat than this when you see him after a long day. His face brightens when he remembers what he wanted to ask you, thinking that it may cheer you up. “Well, it’s all over with now, right? You’re free. And I had an idea, if you’re up for it.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” he explains, “I was thinking, I can take you home, or — if you want — you can come get dinner at Benny’s with me and the guys?” He smiles hopefully. “The others are on their way there already. They’re dorks, but they’re good kids, and Dustin has been bugging me to bring you around.”

You think it over. Admittedly, you’ve been dying to see how Eddie acts around his teenage friends. And maybe this is just what you need to dispel your discomfort; a night out with Eddie and his pals, surrounded by people who know and love him.

Eddie senses your hesitation. “We won’t be out too long,” he reassures you, “because I’m working tonight. But still, no pressure if you’re not up for it.”

He leaves the choice up to you, but he’s giving you the puppy dogs. You nod, giving in. “Okay,” you agree. “Sounds like fun.”

Being crammed in a diner booth with five other guys isn’t normally your idea of comfortable, but their raucous laughter and boyish antics make it just that — comfortable. You’re pushed up against the wall, with Eddie pressed into your side, one tatted arm slung over your shoulder. Dustin sits opposite you, with Will and Lucas; Mike occupies the last seat next to Eddie.

The affection between the younger boys is tangible; this is a group of friends who have known each other a long, long time. They all talk at once, interrupting and speaking over one another, unless someone shoots a question at you, in which case, Eddie holds up a hand to silence them all, so your response can be heard.

Eddie interjects every so often, arguing playfully and poking fun at them, but he mostly watches with amusement, letting them carry the bulk of the conversation. It’s funny; he has the air of a cool uncle about him, the one who supervises carefully but also lets you sneak a sip from his can of beer when no one’s looking.

More than once, you notice Eddie glancing sidelong at you, watching your reaction to the spectacle before you. He smiles when you catch him, and squeezes your thigh under the table.

“So you woke up early to take her to work, ran D and D all day, and now you’re going to work a late shift? Are you planning on going to sleep on top of the bar?” Dustin is staring at Eddie in disbelief.

Eddie shrugs. “I sleep all day on Sunday.” He suddenly flicks a french fry at Dustin across the table. “What can I say? I’m extremely devoted to all of you,” he says sarcastically.

“One of us, anyway,” snickers Lucas, nodding his head at you.

“And don’t you forget it,” Eddie replies sternly, tightening the arm he has around you, holding you as closely as the cramped space permits. Without an ounce of shame or embarrassment, he leans in and smacks a wet kiss to your forehead.

A chorus of “oooh”s erupts, along with one “gross!” and you can’t stop the happy smile from unfurling across your face.

In this greasy diner booth surrounded by teenage boys, with Eddie so unabashedly declaring his affection for you, the pressure that’s been weighing on your chest since this morning dissipates almost completely.

“Ask him about Chrissy Cunningham.”

Almost.

The car ride home is quiet. Eddie has foregone his metal tapes, and instead lets the radio softly crackle out a tune from The Cure. Normally he’d switch the station in distaste, but something about it tonight just feels right.

“You’re just like a dream…you’re just like a dream…”

You’re gazing out the window, seemingly lost in thought. He can’t stop sneaking looks at you, at the way your lips are parted, the slight furrow to your brow. He wants to kiss the worry-line away.

“Everything okay?”

Your eyes refocus on him, and you give him a half-smile. “Everything’s okay,” you tell him, looking back down again, twiddling your thumbs.

There’s a hitch in your voice that concerns him. “Tired?” he asks hesitantly, unsure if he should press the issue.

“Yeah, kind of. Things were…a little overwhelming today, I guess.”

Eddie frowns. “They should give you a helper or something. That’s a lot to deal with by yourself, even if it’s only for an hour or two.” He pulls up to the curb in front of your house, engine idling. Then he moves in for another kiss, gentler than any other he’s given you today.

After just a few moments, you’re the one to break it, pulling back ever so slightly and leaving him wanting.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” you whisper, breath ghosting over his lips. You’re already reaching behind you for the door handle.

Eddie's caught off guard by the speed of your goodbye. “Goodnight,” he replies, dazed, sad to see you wrenching the door open so quickly, without the usual lingering kisses and touches he adores.

You hop out and he watches your retreating back as you tread across the sidewalk towards the house. He leans over the center consol, towards the open passenger window. “Sweetheart?” he calls out.

You turn back to face him. “Yeah?”

He makes a come-hither motion with two ringed fingers. “Come here for a second.”

You double back and make your way around the vehicle, so you’re standing on the other side of Eddie’s door. With your arms propped against the sill of his window, you lean against the van, letting it support your weight.

You look at him expectantly, waiting.

He reaches out and touches your face, stroking his thumb across your cheekbone, savoring the feeling of your skin underneath the rough pads of his fingers.

“Thanks for coming with me tonight. I know I sort of sprung it on you,” he says apologetically.

You smile at him, warm though tinged with a sadness he can’t put his finger on. “I had fun. You’re right — they are nice boys.”

Eddie sighs, still tracing your flesh. “Could I trouble you for one more kiss?” he asks quietly, blushing cheeks dimpling. “For the road?”

To his relief, you seem to melt a little, swaying lightly on your feet as you hold onto the sill and oblige him.

Eddie’s other hand molds to the back of your head, cradling it in his palm as he kisses you one last time, urgency pervading all his senses, as though he might not get another.

When he releases you he's breathless, and he rests his forehead against yours for a moment, letting your noses rub together. Finally, he relaxes back in the seat.

“Get some sleep, honey,” he says.

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lucifers-rubber-duck · 25 days

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Was wandering how the crew would react to a reader with animalistic beahavior (reader that acts like an animal something).

Like how a dog would be possessive of smt, tounge hanging out, suddenly extremely happy, or like a cat doing long stretches and sleeping in small conners.

P.S this is my first request and I really like your format of writing, keep up the good work 👍.(if you don't want to do this I completely understand, it is a rather strange request so no need to fell bad😗)

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Husker, Angel, Niffty, Sir Pentious & Lucifer

Warnings: None.

A/N: That's a totally fine request! I'm glad you like my writing :} Thanks for the ask Anon and sorry for taking so long.

𖤓Charlie

• Finds you adorable, she enjoys your shenanigans and makes sure that you don't feel ashamed by them, it's something you can't control.

• She has experience with taking care of pets, like Kiki, Razzle and Dazzle; so she totally would make the space around you comfortable for you to act the way you want. I also think that Kiki would sometimes hiss at you for no reason but Charlie is trying her best to make Kiki like you more.

• She would ask if you were okay with her petting you sometimes, she's not malicious or anything, she just truly loves seeing how your face would immediately soften with her touch.

• Likes when you sleep close to her, all curled up in couch or in bed, your presence helps her relax when she ends up too stressed trying to make the hotel work.

𖤓Vaggie

• She's not the biggest animal enjoyer but wouldn't mind you doing your own thing. She does have some experience since she helped Charlie take care of her own pets but watching someone that was previously a human act like that makes her side-eye a few of your actions.

• Would be more helpful if your demon form is similar to a bird, if you had wings she would offer herself to peel your feathers and clean them up so you don't have to do it alone. She was a angel before and had to do the same things but she won't tell you that part.

• You would end up scaring her sometimes tho, she would be going down stairs to grab some water and she would see your figure just down the hall, eyes shining in the shadows as your head quickly turned to look at her, making it even more creepy. She stares at you for a few moments before slowly going back up without her water.

• That would keep happening until she just got used to it and started having midnight snacks with you, even falling asleep with you curled up around her in the couch, she suffers from insomnia and your presence makes her fall asleep easier, but she always wakes up earlier than you so you're always alone in the couch by the morning.

• Stills thanks you thought, in a way no one hears, she's too embarrassed to admit to everyone she has trouble sleeping but you don't mind keeping it a secret, especially when she's being way nicer to you.

𖤓Alastor

• Finds you amusing, I imagine him being rather surprised when he first saw you demonstrate your more animal side, probably thinking at first that you were stupid or something.

• He already likes to mess with Husker, treating him like an actual pet so you would be no different, you may not own your soul to him but living under the same roof means having to deal with his annoying treatment towards you.

• Would pull you around with him and present you to people as if you were his actual pet, ordering you around and making you fetch things for him. And he always talks with you in the most forced cute voice ever, now you get why Husker hates this guy.

• If you ever try to intimidate him by pretending you're going to bite him or something along those lines he'll simply give you a stern look and a slightly more forced smile before saying something along the lines of “What a fiesty one.”. To put it simple, he likes to make your life miserable and there's no way to get rid of him.

𖤓Husker

• He's also technically a animal, he looks more like a cat than he looks human at least and had to deal with controlling his instincts as well, he understand your struggles and will be there to help you control them.

• If your sinner form was more cat-like than he would find it easier to teach you but has advices for other animal related demon forms as well, he makes sure you feel good with yourself.

• But a few of his own animal behaviors would show up by default because you're there. He would rub his face against your arms, his ears would peark up when he hears your voice and there were multiple ocasions were you two feel asleep curled up around each other.

• But you do similar stuff as well so he feels less pathetic when letting his cat side win for a few minutes. Just never dare to talk about how he purrs around you, he'll have your head if you do so.

𖤓Angel

• He enjoys annoying you and making bad sexual jokes about your behavior (like calling you a pussy out of nowhere or something along those lines). He also totally would play pranks that would awaken your more animalistic side.

• Like, I imagine you're literally just chilling on the lobby's couch and then suddenly there's one of those cat lasers moving all around the place and you can't help but chase it around while he's laughing loudly in the background.

• Takes photos of you when you're not looking, but not normal distracted photos, he only takes them when you're doing something embarrassing. The only sweet photos he has of you are the ones you're with Fat Nuggets, be with him sleeping in your lap or just playing with him.

• Would probably buy you a dog-collar for your birthday as a prank, but it actually looks kind nice, being all decorated and having you name in the pendant so if you somehow don't feel too embarrassed to use it he would give you a sly smile before coming back to do whatever he does normally.

𖤓Niffty

• If you have any animal characteristics she'll totally stop everything she's doing to play with your tail/ears/wings or whatever you have, you're a walking fluff ball for her.

• Would insist on helping you bathe, she actually knows ways that not even you knew to keep your hair and fur/wings clean and soft. She would make sure you're all cleaned up.

• Would be more than pleased to receive dead animals if you bring them to her. She would make them onto furniture around the hotel and her room or just turn part of them into accessories.

𖤓Sir Pentious

• Secretly finds you adorable, like, have you seen the way he looked at Kiki when she sat on his lap? He's a total sucker for animals but pretends he isn't.

• You can catch his pupils growing bigger and his eyes shine while he looks at you do anything that resembles a small animal, like stretch yourself, get a sudden burst of energy or sit in high places at the hotel, he tries to play it cool when he notices you’re looking at him but is terrible at hiding that he was staring.

• Would build things for you if you asked him, sometimes without you even asking, for you to put out those animal instincts in more healthier ways insitead of on the hotel, and would keep it a total secret, he doesn't want to make you embarrased.

• He would ask, in a very timid way if he can pet you, if you ask why he wants to pet you he would probably say something among the lines of: “B-because I'm petting EVERYONE HERE!”

𖤓Lucifer

• He loves animals, he helped create some of them back in the days when he was still in heaven so he has a special place in his heart for them, if your sinner form has animal characteristics you can be sure he'll be orbiting around you in pure bliss.

• Asks you a lot of questions on how your body works, what's your diet, how much time it took for you to adjust, even more personal questions, he's kinda oblivious to the fact that you may be uncomfortable with them, he's just so curious (even more if you so happen to have a sinner form similar to a bird).

• Would have a special area designed just for you in his Apple Tower in the hotel where you like to hang out for a big part of the day, watching him build his ducks or anything else he's feeling like building that day. He eventually breaks the silence between him and you when he has a new question to ask but tries to let you be as much as possible.

• When you do anything that he remotely finds adorable, he will start talking in those sweet voices that you use to talk to pets or babies, he's not treating you like an actual animal, he just can't contain his adoration for your behaviors to himself, don't worry, he won't talk to you like that in public, not after he notice how uncomfortable you looked in front of the others. He'll save his reactions for when you two are just by yourselfs.

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bonny-kookoo · 6 months

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Jungkook/platonic!OT7

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 [Part 3: Glow]

And suddenly, the thing you feared most becomes the only thing you can seem to trust.

Main tags/Warnings: Werewolf!Jungkook, Werewolf!Bangtan, strangers/enemies to lovers, romantic Jungkook x reader, Platonic bangtan x reader, eventual smut, mentions of past emotional/psychological manipulation, hurt and comfort, fluff!, some angst, actually a bit more than just some, but we're getting spicy

Length: 2.5k words

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None of it makes sense. Or at least, you refuse to let it make any sense.

Suddenly, the medications in your drawer look more like poison to you, as you anxiously unlock your phone to search up the name of it online. But the moment you do, you accidentally accept Jungkook's call- who's unaware of the panic you're in right now. "I was wondering where you were. You're not ghosting me right now, are you?" He laughs, jokes, but you can't really see any fun in it right now.

"I'll- Jungkook can I call you back later?" You say, trying to sound normal- but you don't, because Jungkook's now serious tone gives away the fact that he knows something's up.

"Everything okay?" He worries. "You sound upset." The alpha wolf states, and you sigh, running a hand over our face.

"Yeah- yeah!" You force out. "I'm good, just, a little sick. That's all." You stutter out, staring at the now opened letters from your mother and the final notice you got today.

"I'm sorry but I'm not buying that at all." He sighs on the other end of the line. "Do you need anything? Even just some company?" He asks, offers, and you're not sure about that. "I can just stay on the phone, too. Don't have to come over or anything-" He rambles, when you swallow thickly, cutting him off.

"Do.." You start, before you summon all of your strength to speak it out loud. "…Do you know a medication called Amatropin O-plus?" You ask, and he's quiet for a moment, before he answers you.

"I know of Amatropin A-plus. It's.. a prescription medication used to control instincts in prime-Alphas." He explains, and you put your phone down at that, putting your face into your hands. "Why are you asking?" He presses, saying your name after to gain your attention back.

"What the fuck.." You breathe out. "I'm gonna lose my job- my whole life-" You rant, deadline for your IC-evaluation test staring back at you, before you grab your phone. "How do I get out of an IC test." You demand to know, voice quivering.

"What are you talking about?" Jungkook asks. "An IC-evaluation is mandatory, you can't just get out of one. But why are you even-" He suddenly stops. "…I knew it." He suddenly says.

"Knew what?" You bark. "Knew what?! Has everyone been lying to me now?" You break, as Jungkook's voice is heard again.

"Can you let me in?" He asks, and you're not sure what he's talking about- when a knock is heard on your door. and as you open is, he's right there, ending the call before he slips his phone back into his pant pocket. And you're not sure why exactly you do it- probably some weird wolf-shit that you just don't understand yet, but you just open the door fully, and let him hug you for a good little while.

"What do I do now.." You whine, while he closes the door behind you, and wraps both of his arms back around you.

"We'll figure it out." He reassures. "Can you show me the notice?" He asks, and you part from him and sniffle, collecting yourself a little to walk him into your bedroom, where the floor is littered with ripped open envelopes, handwritten letters, and lastly- the notice, right next to your opened box of medication. You sit down in the mess, and he himself takes his place right next to you, taking the official notice for himself to read over it. "It's a final notice. Where are the other two?" He asks, and you shrug.

"Probably having been sent to my mother." You say, defeated. "God my whole life is over." You complain, face in your hands.

Jungkook doesn't want to pry, but as he reads some parts of the handwritten letters, he begins to put one and one together. It's not unusual- especially with omegas, situations like this happen more often than not, really. Parents hiding their daughters and sons either out of shame or fear- and in this situation in particular, he doesn't know which one it might be.

Some parents are ashamed due to the stigma russounding omegas. Others are afraid because of how they're treated, and how often they're the victims of crimes.

"She knew. She.. must've known that they'd send me this, right?" You ask, and Jungkook shrugs, trying to contain his own instincts right now. You've probably not taken your medication since yesterday now, because your smell is now a lot more present than he's used to.

"Absolutely." He agrees. "She probably didn't react to them either, which is why they searched for your personal address now for the final notice." Jungkook explains. "You can explain to them what your situation is though. I'm sure they can offer you more time to prepare."

"But I've been technically living alone in the city illegally, right?" You worry. "I've been working illegally- oh god what if I go to prison.." You whine, and he runs a hand over your back in comfort.

"You didn't know." He tells you softly. "I'll help you with things, okay?" He offers, and you nod, trying hard to calm down now. "And I'm sure you have a place with Namjoon and the pack too, if they really deem your score turns out too low to stay here." The wolf comforts.

"She's not even my actual mother." You mumble quietly, staring at the letters with an empty gaze. "She knew all along what I was, but she didn't want me like that. She just.. kept me because she promised my dad to take care of me."

Jungkook feels for you. Omegas aren't seen very fondly, especially not by humans- simply brushed off as sex-hungry beasts who can't even take care of themselves properly without a pack or alpha around or a dick inside them. Which is entirely untrue- but years of written fantasy novels and the misuse of them in online erotica and porn in general has given them a stigma they can't shed. Just like alphas are said to be violent creatures with no sense of control, Omegas are just filled with lust and nothing else.

He's upset at that. You don't deserve to be forced into a situation like this- no one does.

"But that's the past now." He tells you. "I very much want you just the way you are. And I promise you, the rest of the pack won't mind you either." He explains, and you nod.

"Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply, before you lean into him, clinging onto his warm body. "Thank you." You mumble, and he can't help but smile.

"No problem."

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"Not surprised." Yoongi says as he finishes his food. "She might've been able to fool other humans, but not other wolves." He says, while Jimin sighs.

"Poor thing." He sympathizes with you. "I remember my mom went through the same thing. She was so glad when I turned out to be a Beta." He remembers, and Jungkook nods.

"I'm going to try and push the evaluation date back as much as I can today." Jungkook explains. "There's no way she can just be evaluated in two weeks, when she's never even had enough time to prepare. It wouldn't be fair at all.." The alpha wolf complains.

"It's never unfair to them in any case." Namjoon worries to himself. "I still can't believe that they're still seen as something to be ashamed of. I mean, that's her mother we're talking about." He shakes his head. He doesn't know the full situation yet, and Jungkook also doesn't want to involve them too much until you yourself want to.

"I'm more concerned about her safety." Yoongi argues. "Is she taking her suppressants?" He asks Jungkook, who shakes his head.

"She's scared of them now. Refuses them." He explains.

"So you left her?" The alpha growls. "You left an omega alone, who's never even experienced her own Instincts without any control before, and is under added pressure of her entire life basically falling apart?" He scolds angrily, causing Jungkook to shrink in on himself.

Yoongi can be quite intimidating.

"Yoongi has a point." Namjoon offers a lot more kindly. "I'd suggest you either stay with her, or even better bring her here so she's in a safer environment while she adapts to things." He suggests.

"I can ask her if she wants that." Jungkook nods, before he gets up. "If not, I'll stay with her instead." He mostly tells himself, leaving the packhouse.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" Hoseok wonders. "I mean.. we all noticed it.. right? Will he be okay alone with her?" He asks, and everyone grows a bit more quiet.

Because you're not just any kind of omega.

And everyone worries about the added challenges you might face because of that.

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"Maybe you should ask about a lower dosage before you just quit them like that-" Jungkook tries, watching you struggle with your clear headache next to him on the couch.

You shake it softly. "No, I don't have time for that." You deny. "I've got too much.. paperwork to fill out and all.." You complain, raising your head to look at all the unopened and opened letters on the table, stacks of paperwork ready to be read and filled out with your personal info as soon as you want to.

Or can, in your case.

"You do have time." He gently argues. "Half a year, remember? Six months to prepare, and these documents don't need to be signed for another three weeks." He attempts to explain to you. "Please think about your health first. Quitting medication you've been on for years just like that isn't a good idea." The alpha urges, and you sigh.

"I don't want them." You argue however. He knows it just has to be overwhelming- if not just mentally, then physically as well. Your body is entirely confused and out of balance now that the usual hormones and other ingredients of your medication aren't present any longer. And yet, you refuse to see anyone for it, and he doesn't know why

Is it shame? Embarrassment? And if so, what does that say about what you think of him?

But he swallows that down, or at least tries to, when you furrow your brows in confusion, suddenly looking around, before your eyes find him. He looks at you in question, when you stare into your kitchen in alarm, getting up to check- but on your way, you already stop, because no, that smell is not coming from there at all.

One look back just offers you Jungkook sitting still on your couch, confused as ever.

"I.. you.. smell that too, right?" You ask, and his golden eyes are unsure.

"I don't really know what you mean." He asks. "What exactly do you mean?"

"Something.. burning. I don't know. It smells like.. I'm not sure, like plastic burning almost." You cringe, and at that, his face softens.

"I'm sorry. That's.. probably me." He chuckles a bit as you walk back towards him to sit down once more. "Your senses are probably.. I guess returning as they're supposed to be." He offers.

"But- my meds are only for instincts-" You start, when he shakes his head.

"No, they're used to prevent sensory overload." He explains. "That's a bit different. It's to basically shut down all the things that make us.. well, different. Our instincts get shut up, our senses become dull, and in turn, our own scents and stuff become almost unnoticeable too because our bodies dont produce the same hormones and stuff." He shrugs. "Which is why I'm trying to tell you you shouldn't just cut them off like that. It'll be incredibly hard to go through that." Jungkook offers.

You feel horrible for him.

For years you believed all the stories told, never actually thinking about what he or any of his kind must be going through. He probably deals with all of this daily but knows how to handle it- and from what you read online, his instincts are even stronger than most.

Which is another thing you want to know more about.

"Jungkook.. what does 'prime' mean?" You ask. "It's.. like, it's in front of your sub-gender, and on the evaluation invite it said the same for mine." You wonder with a good amount of worry.

"That's something for another time." He offers, while you wince from the pain in your head as you move it too quickly to follow him with your gaze as he walks towards the kitchen. "For now, lets settle with some simple human meds for your headache, and then we'll visit a specialist, okay?" He questions, squatting down where you sit on the couch with a glass of water and some regular headache pills.

"...you don't have to go everywhere with me, you know." You mumble, reluctantly taking the items from him- mostly because your headache is getting unbearable at this point.

"I can ask someone else from the pack then- but you shouldn't be out in this state by yourself." He sighs, before he takes his place sitting next to you again.

"Why not?" You whine, after taking the pills and eagerly chugging the cold water down. Somehow, you feel thirsty.

"Because.. You're pretty much a walking target right now." He sighs. "Wolves might not be what they always say but they're still.. some have the potential to be dangerous, let's just say it like that." He offers. "Your scent alone.. is like a drug to alphas especially." He says.

You watch him for a moment.

"Even for you?" You ask, and he shrugs- and only now do you notice the sweat on his hairline.

"Even for me." He nods, before he smiles. "But I've got good self control, so no need to worry." He tries to joke- but you don't find it funny at all.

"I'm sorry." You shake your head, staring into the kitchen where the medications lay. "I.. didn't think about how this could affect you at all.." you apologize, but he just shrugs it off. "No- it's not fair on you at all. You're being nothing but nice to me and I'm acting like a child basically.."

"Your whole life got turned around. I don't blame you for anything." He just shakes it off, and it doesn't make the weight on your soul feel any lighter.

"Jungkook.." you ask quietly, and he leans a bit closer to hear you better. "Can we... still be friends now? Even though I'm.. an omega and all?" You worry.

And Jungkook just laughs.

"Of course we can."

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judysxnd · 9 months

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Hi beautiful

I have a thing in mind with pedro and reader .

Pedro say his feelings to reader in Spanish when she's sleep . ( they're in a relationship)

I'm starting to think that you enjoy making me struggle 😂 because my Spanish is very limited. I might have set myself up since I put some in my writings. Anyway, I'm here to satisfy your every need, so there you goooo (love the idea btw)

please please please, if I made any mistake in the Spanish parts, send me a message to help me correct it!!!!!

I love this wayyyyy to much, aayayyyyyayay even if it’s short!!

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You were on your side facing Pedro who was on his back, looking at the ceiling. You fell asleep before him, as usual. Your heart was still beating fast from just a few minutes ago, wondering of you even fell asleep that quick. His right arm behind his head, he turned to face you, his eyes scanning your silhouette.

You've been dating for a few months now, it has been nothing but great. You were learning to adjust to the type of relationship that requires being away from each other a lot and it wasn't that bad. Probably because he wasn't away for long, just a few days, a week maximum. That's what made him wonder. How did he get so lucky? He never felt that type of love before. He couldn't even put words on it.

Your hair was falling on your body, covering your naked chest. His eyes followed the line of your silhouette, before going back on your face.

"mi cielo" he whispered to himself. He studied your features, every detail he could see as the light from his side was very low. He wondered where you've been his entire life. You were the missing part of the puzzle. "eres lo mejor que me ha pasado. Nunca me había sentido así antes" (you are the best thing that ever happened to me. I've never felt that before) he couldn't help but caress your face. "siento que estoy soñando" (I feel like I'm dreaming) your skin started to shiver under his touch. "ni siquiera pareces real" (You don't even look real) he smiled as he watched you sleep peacefully. "Te quiero más que a nada" (I love you more than anything) you started to move a bit, signalling him that you were probably waking up.

His eyes suddenly felt heavy. He got closer to you and left a soft kiss on your forehead. He laid on his back again. His eyes closing when he felt the bed move. He turned his head and saw you move, getting closer to him, resting your head on his chest, your arm around his waist, holding him tight. He smiled, and rested his right arm on your back, falling asleep for good.

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kaeyx · 7 months

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Omg omg omg yeees!! So excited!!! I'd love to see number 2 with chuuya and female reader!! Maybe them working together and some mutual pinning but they are both sooo dense, until they get drunk, or whatever other scenario comes to your mind💓

Kinktober day 2: Drunk sex + Chuuya

Warnings: smut, afab!gn!reader

Notes: you get a full fic because I'm down horrendous for this man, but it will not be the norm for this challenge!

"Hey, doll?"

Frankly, he's distracted by the elusive glimpse of skin whenever you reach up for something. The gap between your jeans and body where your hips fall away, the hair that disappears downward, the thick, vertical line by your bellybutton signaling a knife that has long left your guts. Nobody is safe in this job, he guesses, though it still sends a pang through his chest.

"Hmm?" You turn from the shelf with a carton of juice in your hands, and the vision disappears behind your shirt.

"Got anything... different?"

You smile. "You know I don't drink like you, Chuuya." It ticks upwards, satisfied. "But I do think I have a little something around here..."

The juice is forgotten as you kneel by a cabinet, coming back up with two bottles in your hands.

"I love you," he groans.

"That bad of a day, huh?" you smile and leave him with the choice of wine or whiskey, pulling the appropriate glasses out from the cupboard. Another thing just for him. Who else would be in your house, nitpicking your choice of glasses?

The way your arms stretch let him see that horribly unexpected sliver of skin, the hair and the scar he's never noticed because how could he? Your clothes don't let him. Come to think of it, why are those jeans so loose?

You sit close to him, curling up on your couch while he leans back with his legs comfortably apart. In one hand you have both his glasses and in the other your juice, mixed in with a generous amount of rum. He runs a gloved hand over his face and looks at his bottle, reading "Chinon" on the label. Chuuya can see your side profile as you tilt your head back, the lines of your nose and jaw and your neck bobbing up and down as you drink. He catches himself and looks away, pouring out almost an entire glass of wine and draining it, then pouring another. You grimace as you finish your own glass but pour another too, ignoring how he laughs at your expression.

"So, what's the problem this time?" You ask him, tilting your head, and Chuuya lets the dam burst.

He rants and raves, voice rising and falling as he gestures wildly. Somewhere along the line he loses his hat and throws his coat over the back of the couch, as well as gets through an inadvisable amount of wine. All the while out of the corner of his eye he can see you, head on your knees, watching him and drinking steadily.

"And I- I- ugh! It's so annoying, why in the hell am I the one in charge of the new recruits!" He groans, draining his glass and putting it on the table.

You smile, kindly, putting a hand on his elbow that snaps him out of it.

"Because you train them best, and you know that. Kouyou and Akutagawa scare them half to death." Your expression is so warm, and you're suddenly way closer to him than he realised before.

"Hey! I..." he laughs, brushing the comment off but putting his hand on yours. "I can be scary too!"

"Terrifying," you agree. "But not right now." There's alcohol in the air between you, and your lips glisten.

He can only stare, his hand shaking a little, eyes flitting over your face. He lens in just a fraction, then a fraction more, barely aware of his movement. Your mouth parts so invitingly, eyes closing a little, breaths fanning across his lips.

Chuuya lunges forward, his hand tightening on yours as he kisses you at long last. You squeak in surprise but your spare hand flies into his hair for purchase, and you don't refuse him. He pulls away after a second, licking his lips, his entire face bright red. You're looking at him with wide eyes, but it barely lasts an instant before he feels a tug on his hair and your warm mouth is on his again, and his hands are grabbing your shoulders and arms, trying to pull you as close as he can.

You're so warm, so close, moaning his name into his mouth as your hands grab the front of his shirt, keeping him locked in the kiss. His lips buzz from the alcohol, his mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. Experimentally, Chuuya's hands ghost over your back and come to rest on your thighs, giving them a squeeze.

"Chuuya I- I..." you trail off, unsure of what to say.

"You want this?" He asks just to make sure, to convince himself this isn't a dream, stroking your cheek. He really hopes you'll say yes. He wouldn't know how to live if you said no.

"Yes," you gasp, nodding. Your hands cling to him a little tighter. "Yes Chuuya, god it doesn't even feel real."

He laughs at that, stroking the nape of your neck. "Don't worry, it's real."

You kiss him through his laughter, cupping his face and shifting forward so you can straddle him properly. He groans, hips twitching up involuntarily and brushing against your heat....It feels divine.

"Fuck," Chuuya groans, breaking the kiss to let his head fall back. "Doll, you're so fucking hot." The way you cast your eyes down is adorable, and he can't help but grab your chin to pull you upright. "Don't. Don't do that, I've wanted to see you like this for too long."

"Chuuya, I-" you swallow, eyes wide. "Please."

He groans, guiding you into another desperate kiss, his fingers fumbling at the waistband of your jeans. The way you wriggle your hips to help him slide the fabric off makes him shudder, heart skipping a beat. One of your hands is on his chest, working his shirt open and exploring the heated skin beneath, sending sparks of heat down his spine. Chuuya pulls your hips down, grinding desperately against you, feeling the shadow of your pussy through his clothes.

"Not gonna make you wait any longer, okay baby?

You mouth at his neck, teasing the edge of his choker with your tongue as one of your hands tries to undo his pants. It tangles with his in the process, making both of you laugh drunkenly even as Chuuya finally manages to pull himself free. He's already fully hard, eager, only pulling your underwear aside before sinking into your hot, wet cunt. It's a tight fit but the alcohol loosens your bodies and you groan as you let yourself fall into his lap, deliciously full.

Your little gasps are intoxicating, especially mixed with the velvety squeeze of your walls and the way you curl into his chest. The redhead grabs your hips tight enough to bruise, willing himself to last a little longer than this, only daring to rock back and forth slightly. It hits him that you want this, really want this, that it's your perfect cunt wrapped around him, pulsing and fluttering before he's even had the time to move, trying to suck him in further. He moans, resting his head on yours as another twitch nearly milks the orgasm right out of him.

"Chuu..." you trail off with a breathy sigh, drawing little circles with your hips to feel him shift inside you. "You feel so good... please?"

"Please what, doll? Need my help? Need me to fuck you?"

You nod, looking up at him with glassy eyes. Both of you are a mess, breathing heavily and unconsciously rocking against each other. Chuuya's grip on you is strong and it tightens even more when you look at him so pleadingly. One of his hands finds your clit and toys with it, making your eyes roll back and ripping a broken cry from your throat. He begins to move then, bouncing you effortlessly in his lap as you try to contribute with your shaky legs, still stroking the little bundle of nerves.

Neither of you last long, trembling as your skin smacks together, pace faltering every so often or going out of sync. Chuuya loses himself in you, working furiously at your sex until you give up and go limp, unable to keep up with his pace. He's not bothering to keep quiet, gorgeous whines and moans filling the room as his head falls back. You've been reduced to little more than a doll, whimpering his name over and over, your voice almost a sob. Your head is still fuzzy in the best of ways, joints loose, every touch permeating your entire body as you cling to him. He's still speaking, huffing out words of praise and encouragement even as his hands grip you tighter, dick twitching and on the verge of spilling into you.

"Chuuya, Chuuya..." you moan, mouthing at his neck, and it sends him over the edge in one go. Chuuya clings to you, pumping into you one last time before staying as deep as he can, painting your walls white.

You gasp in surprise as the warmth spreads through you and cum as well, digging your hands into his shoulders and bucking forward. Your world narrows down to him, the smell of sweat and cologne, his silky hair brushing against your face. Chuuya whines as you tighten even more, squeezing every last drop out of him even as your high recedes and you slump in his arms.

"So pretty..." he whispers shakily, hugging your waist and stroking your back, "so good for me, love."

"I don't wanna move," you giggle, warm lips covering his jaw in kisses. Your movements are sluggish, content, your whole body warm and satisfied.

"I'll stay over then."

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johnsuhsposts · 1 year

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the quiet boy has a big dick?! part 2

"I'm glad you could make it." Jisung says, opening the front door so you could come inside. He stares down at you as you take your shoes off. When you finally stand up straight, you take a second to notice his appearance.

A black hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his forearms, some black shorts and of course; those glasses. His tall stature suits his clothes very well.

"Yeah," you answer, a small smile spreading across your face. Jisung helps you take your jacket off, hanging it on the coat rack. Your whole body suddenly became tense as you felt his cool fingers raking against your skin.

You can feel your face getting hot as you remember the last time you both were left alone together. To say the least, you were kind of hoping that it would happen again.

It's quiet as you two walk over to the living room. The smell of cocobeans and vanilla hits your nose once you sit on the couch. "Your place is nice." You say to him.

Jisung chuckles at your comment, setting down two glasses of water. "Thank you. I've been trying to keep it simple, but I'm glad you like it." He takes a seat next to you, his thigh touching yours. You nod your head in understanding, reaching for the water.

You then remember how you forgot to give him water the time he came over to your house and you turn to him suddenly, startling him. "What's wrong-"

"I just wanted to apologize for forgetting your water when you came over." Jisung stares at you, confused for a moment. "Ah-" he says, laughing to himself. He lifts a hand before placing it on your thigh. "It's okay. You've already apologized."

His hands. You stared at it on your thigh as you continued to sip your water, not remotely saying anything. Out of habit, you sit closer to him, staring at the fire place. You then rest your head snugly on his shoulder. Jisung rests his head on top of yours in response.

You close your eyes with the water glass in your lap, feeling calm. That is.. until you hear a toilet flushing in the distance. You sit up fast, startling Jisung again for the second time. He stares at you with wide eyes. Even through his dark bangs you could still see his pretty gaze.

"What was that?" You question, quirking an eyebrow at him. He takes a moment, turning to look over to the bathroom that was hidden in the dark hallway. "Oh, right.." Jisung sighs, sounding dejected. He clears his throat, setting his water glass down onto the coffee table.

He stands up. "I forgot to tell you that I have a roommate." Upon hearing those words, you tense up. 'He has a roommate?!' You think to yourself. As if on cue, the bathroom door opens and a voice is heard.

"Man that was a relaxing shower." the voice says.

You see a guy exiting the bathroom- no a hot guy exiting the bathroom and he's shirtless. He's got a dark towel hanging off his hips, revealing his v-line and his toned body is hard not to look at.

You notice how his skin is tan, his wet brown hair hangs over his eyes and you can tell he's staring at you by the way his plump lips curl into a smile. You see him slightly loosen his towel before he's walking towards you and Jisung in the living room.

"Who's this?" He asks the younger, lowkey checking you out. He has a smirk on his face and it's unforgettable. He licks his lips, waiting for Jisung to respond.

Park sighs. "She's a friend," Jisung then turns to you, whispering; "That's Donghyuck. Don't let him butter you up."

'Donghyuck. Why does that name sound familiar?' you think. Suddenly you remember. 'Wait.. the jock from school?!'

"I heard that." Donghyuck spoke, walking over to the other side of the couch, leaning down next to your ear. "You're very pretty you know." His voice is husky, causing you to squeeze your thighs together. Jisung watches in annoyance. He notices, stifling a laugh.

"I'll be back after I put on some pants." Donghyuck announces, disappearing into the darkness once again. "Just pants and not a shirt?" Jisung shouts at him. You hear Donghyuck laugh audibly, followed by a door slamming shut.

You're only fifteen minutes into the movie when you see Donghyuck come out of his room and go into the kitchen. He clears his throat, grabbing a brownie from the pantry. When he turns around, you turn your head back to the tv; acting as if you weren't staring just at him two seconds ago.

When he comes back into the living room, he sits in the empty spot next to you and you can't help but notice what he's wearing. Compared to Jisung, he's much more open sporting a pair of grey sweatpants and of course; no shirt..

The both of them are man-spreading, taking up most of your space. You want to say something, but you don't. You kinda like the view. Being squished in between two men, hot men at that, is almost every woman's dream.

There's an arm behind your head too, but you don't know who's it is. Jisung huffs in irritation, mumbling nonsense to himself. You thought it was cute actually.

"Who even picked this movie anyway?" Donghyuck complains.

Jisung sighs, clearly irritated. You laugh a little.

Almost an hour into the movie, a sex scene sneaks it's way onto the screen. You stare intently at the couple on the screen, suddenly becoming hot as the woman starts moaning aloud.

"Shit sorry, I forgot this movie had that part in it-" Jisung apologizes, eagerly reaching for the remote to fast forward. Without thinking, you grab his arm and he looks at you.

"Wh-" You lean in and kiss him. It takes him a moment but he kisses back, placing both hands on either side of your face. You silently moan into the kiss as Jisung's tongue slides into your mouth.

Without thinking, you take off your shirt, throwing it onto the floor. Jisung does the same, his hoodie coming off along with his shirt. Your hands rest on his shoulders. It feels good to touch his skin after some time.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of lips on the back of your neck. Two hands reach to the front of you, pulling your bra cups down to fondle your breasts. Your nipples began getting hard as Donghyuck's fingers circled them.

You gasp into Jisung's mouth and his eyes open, looking into Donghyucks. He doesn't say anything, he just moves down to your neck, sucking hickeys and biting every so often.

Jisung's hand slides down your stomach and into your panties, circling your clit. You can feel yourself leaking more and more with every kiss. 'Is this really happening?' you begin thinking, comepletely out of it due to the pleasure.

You were so wet too. Jisung's body presses up against yours and you can feel him twitching in his shorts. Donghyuck is behind you, his hands going from your boobs to your hips, subtly grinding against your ass. You throb wildly, needing to be full.

Jisung slid a finger inside you before pulling it back out, rubbing your clit again. His finger was coated with your wetness, making everything just feel even better. He moves his finger back and forth against you, causing you to gently hump his finger.

Jisung kisses behind your ear, and Donghyuck groans behind you.

You're nearing closer and closer to your release, becoming more and more eager with Jisung's finger rubbing you off. Donghyuck then yanks your panties down, revealing your wet cunt. You're literally dripping.

"Fuck." Donghyuck says, laughing breathlessly. He watches intently as Jisung's finger slides back and forth in between your folds. Donghyuck pulls his sweatpants down, freeing his cock. You can feel it against you, warm and hard.

"Jisung, move your hand." Donghyuck grunts. The other obeys, moving right before you could cum. The tip of Donghyuck's cock glides inside of you without trouble and his head drops down on your shoulder. "Holy shit."

He fits inside so perfectly.

You moan, falling against Jisung. In a daze, you pull Jisung's pants down, revealing his cock too. You stare at it with hunger, leaning down to get to work. You arch your back and Donghyuck chuckles.

You coat Jisung with salvia, licking stripe after stripe on the underside of his cock. You then open your mouth, allowing him to slide in and out. Meanwhile, Donghyuck is filling you to the brim. He's almost as big as Jisung, bumping up against your g-spot with every thrust.

The pleasure is so great that you want to cry. Feeling confident, you let as much of Jisung into your mouth as you can, causing him to moan. The vibrations from your throat cause him to grab your head, thrusting into your mouth. Your eyes roll back, your nose flush against his pubes.

"Fuck this feels so good.." Jisung says, the slapping from you and Donghyuck echoing in the living room. The candle continues to burn, illuminating your shadows on the wall.

The grip on your hips tighten as Donghyuck slows down for a minute, regaining his composure. Upon this happening, Jisung pulls out of your mouth, pulling you up to meet his eyes. You kiss him, moaning to the rhythm of Donghyuck's thrusts.

Donghyuck goes to cup your breasts again, and Jisung's fingers go back down to rub your clit. You jump, getting close to cumming. His thrusts are more aggressive, causing you to drip more and more. You pull away from Jisung, knees weakening. "Fuck me Donghyuck- fuck!"

Your body becomes tense as you start to squirt, all over Donghyuck's cock and Jisung's finger. They both groan at the sight of you coming undone. Jisung jerks himself off, watching you get it good from his roommate.

With you still cumming, Donghyuck does two more deep thrusts, finally coming to a stop. "Oh fuck yes." he curses, filling you up with cum. He grunts while still thrusting shallowly in and out of you. Tears flood your eyes once he pulls out and you feel Jisung getting behind you.

The thought of him getting the sloppy seconds made you even more horny. He pushes inside, already close to cumming himself. Being full with Jisung again was something you'd never get used to.

His skillful hips torture you in the best way possible, and you cry out loud. Donghyuck sucks on one of your nipples, sparking another orgasm out of you.

For the second time, you cum, all over Jisung. He follows right behind you, pumping you full. He pulls out, sighing in relief. Being full with two loads of cum was something you never thought you'd experience.

Donghyuck pulls off you, smiling to himself, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The three of you lay on the couch, exhausted. "That was amazing." You hear Donghyuck say. You nod as a response.

Jisung breaths deeply. "Maybe she should start coming over more often, hm?" Donghyuck agrees immediately. You smile to yourself, resting a hand on your barely visible bump.

FINALLY!! THANKS FOR READING Y'ALL SORRY ITS NOT AS LONG<3

ALSO YES IT WAS A SURPRISE THREESOME

#nct smut #smut #kpop smut #nct dream #jisung smut #haechan #donghyuck imagines #donghyuck fic

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semthescientist · 7 months

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so this is a part two to my lil entry and here i merely wanna talk about what actually clicked for me and how everything has changed since then. part one is right here (:

as i said before, it was until september of 2023 when i was on around the fifth or fourth day of my cruise did things begin to dawn on me. if you're familiar with 4d-barbie, (i believe her name is Ada), she has a google drive filled with book resources and some of them are already annotated (which came in clutch). well, actually before the cruise i had began reading the book One Truth, One Law: I Am, I Create by Erin Werley and i resonated with things so heavily. i kept reading bits and pieces of the book but also was determined to be present and just enjoy my cruise. as i read, i became so interested in the way Erin would have full blown conversations with I AM. especially the part where Erin told her husband and then was afraid if he'd judge her but I AM simply told her to relax and let it do the talking--and that's what happened!

so i'm sitting there and i'm like "yo! how cool is this!" and of course, it's explained how to do this yourself--how to really tune in and trust your own wonderful intuition. i wanted to do it because i didn't want to reread Erin's(I AM) answers to questions to form my own answers. i had my own specific questions and no one else could answer them for me besides me. so i put the book down and i asked my own question and trusted that the answer would come to me whenever; even if he didn't come now, it was bound to.

and i had fear...i feared if it would actually happen or not. sometimes i'd be tempted to look things up or keep rereading every answer given by I AM in Erin's book. i would kind of just do self-talk when that happened, i don't know how i got through that to be honest. i can't seem to remember. but what i do remember is the little deposits that would drop into my head randomly. i was lathering up in the shower and was like, "why would i hate my persona?" [persona, ego, Vanessa--all the same, i just like the word persona better!] and i kept going with that line of thinking, asking myself a series of questions like: wait...why do i think there's something wrong with her?

isn't the persona how i'd experience a multitude of things? things that don't necessarily exist to I AM?

and i realized i was onto something because i felt so expanded. like my heart began filling up...my chest began fluttering. i know you've felt that feeling before and that feeling always comes when you're listening to yourSelf. there wasn't much else i did after i realized this because a new way of thinking just took over me. i had so much love for everything...i mean literally everything. i started to question everything i read from others.

again, something a lot of realized masters would say is "you suffer because you think you are this body" and while that's true...it just didn't feel right in my soul. none of it felt right--at least not something to remember all of the time. i didn't feel like it had any sort of longevity and the only reason i felt that way was because it didn't feel loving enough. i really wanted to know what was so bad about taking this persona into consideration...what was so wrong about loving her and holding her hand? why did i have to become aware of what she was thinking/feeling and suddenly say "oh but that isn't Me! let her cry and whine, she isn't Me."

i go into depth about this here. it's just a diary entry so the beginning i had a different outlook on my persona than i do now, hence the different header titles.

the bottom line is i had no reason nor right to hate my persona. after all, she found Me again--she found her True Self so that has to count for something. i simply started to look at the world differently and realized that it was never about fighting anything. we all know there is no "out there" and all there is is consciousness but how many have you actually put that to the test? have you stopped fighting shadows? fighting the seeming opposite circumstances? if you know there's only the will of God (which is you), why do you keep fighting everything else? have you stopped fighting your persona's fear, Vanessa's doubts--belittling her because she can't believe in herself...not yet at least?

i quickly gathered that if i love Myself, then i would have to trust Myself. i know someone probably has the fear of going "out there" and falling asleep again--losing faith or going back to believing in the world. but that could never happen. why? because of trust. You have to trust yourSelf enough to know only your will is imposed. and what builds trust? action.

personally speaking, there was a circumstance that i'd been ignoring for the longest in the name of manifestation. but lately, i've realized that whatever can happen "out there" and not only do i not have to form an opinion on it but i can watch how it crumbles when i stand ten toes down in trusting myself. i can trust Myself so much to stand tall in what i prefer and watch as Self carries me up and over the seemingly opposed...and then i glance back and they were nothing but cardboard cutouts. like that scene in coraline where she walked away and the world started crumbling--'twas only because it never existed too.

i don't fight anymore because i know My will is only ever imposed. i know that when something dares to throw a punch, it won't connect because it has already disintegrated. and most of all, i know that i can care about whatever the hell i want. hey, if you don't care about being a realized master than cool--find something that makes your heart sing and you can't help but burst from the seams when you think of it. for me, it was shifting. (do not come for me about the terminology, human mode rn so i gotta put a label). i found that shit to be so cool and to be honest, it's helped me discover my sexuality too which is a bonus. but none of this could've ever happened if i didn't start operating out of love for my persona.

just think of it, everything you desperately want you'd need a persona to experience anyway. you can take this and make some shit shake, and really define what you want or no labels at all. you can fully be I AM and have zero needs or you can be I AM with a persona, or you can just be a persona! there's people who look to an outside god but their god is rooted in so much love!

like you know a lot more than you're giving yourself credit for and only if you'd be so determined to listen to yourSelf the way you've listened to others, then shit would really start clicking. everything is perfect in its likeness and it is because I AM is all-encompassing that everything is possible--even the things we think are "bad". i promise, every question you'd ever have there's an answer for it and it's within you. you can find what matters most to you--you'll know. it's a feeling of pure confidence that cannot be described, you'll move without thinking and take chances and do whatever else and it'll feel like you're under a trance. That is You. there is no other...fall in love with Yourself and your human form too because it's nothing but a vehicle to bring you back to Self. your persona's fears and doubts are nothing but an opportunity to rely on Yourself...to trust Yourself and i speak of the infinite You.

lol i'm sorry if this seems all over the place, i was just saying what was heavy on my heart. i've been feeling a lot of love for everything lately and i want somebody else to feel that too. i know this will reach the person who's looking for it. so because of that: hi hi! you've done well, my love.

also, one last thing. there were a couple of people who helped me come to this realization and i wanted to say thank you! heavenlythea here on tumblr, iam_love.co on instagram, and Betinho Massaro for his book Super Accelerated Living (dude's mad funny, like i legit would smile reading it) oh and Ada! she came in clutch with the resources and annotating! and really everyone else for simply existing. know that you are perfect because you exist and the only reason you can't shake Self is because You (the real you) knows you'll be just fine.

love you all!

#non dualism #spirituality #nonduality #loassumption #neville goddard #law of consciousness #realization #success story #love you all #quantum jumping #reality shifting #4dbarbie

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Jellybean seems like an important part of the little ones life so I wonder what they would do if her stuffy gets lost? ☀️🧡

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Sooooooo....I'm guessing this ask was made hoping for some major angst, some major tears, and a lot of fluff to even it all out.

My brain thinks different, y'all. Sorry. Hope you enjoy it anyways. I also wanted to make this in-line with another one of my stories, I'm pretty happy with how it fits the world. Thank you for the lovely ask and the opportunity to connect dots <3 <3 <3

*Also- thank you all for your patience- it's been a very turbulent couple of weeks. Hoping to get back into the swing of writing. Thank you!

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Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, pet names, language, touch of paranoid Papa, super overly dramatic reader (like....SO dramatic ugh), reader feeling angsty (to put it lightly), reader thinks bunny has been kidnapped, bless-their-heart-oh-so-dumb men, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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Steve and Bucky looked at each other, eyes locked in an intense gaze, then simultaneously breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"I can't believe we pulled it off," Steve said, his lungs beginning to work again properly.

"Shit. Why did that scare me more than any other field agent assignment in recent history?" Bucky grumbled, shaking his head.

"Because you love the target this time," Steve replied back with a relieved grin, stroking his husband's cheek affectionately. He felt almost triumphant in their success.

You'd been with them for nearly two months now, having passed your probation period and been given the official blessing. It had been bliss- fantastic, fun, and full of love. Lots of cuddles, lots of silly and sweet play, lots and lots of cookies, all the time.

Then they got a whiff of Jellybean, your most favorite stuffie in the world.

You dragged that bunny everywhere you were allowed to. She slept in your arms at night, she went to all the parties and playdates and picnics, and she was both an excellent tea party companion and a brave soldier in Daddy's army (bunnies are versatile like that).

But just yesterday, you'd been snuggling on Steve's lap while he worked at his desk, Jellybean cuddled close to you. You were feeling littler than normal, and Steve was happy to indulge you. But having that stuffie practically right under his nose made him suddenly aware of just how much dirt, sweat, and who knows what else was lingering in her soft fur. And when you brought Jellybean's ear to your mouth to suck on, Steve nearly had an nervous breakdown. And then, so did you when they tried to take her from you to wash her.

You were in a littler mindset and didn't understand what was happening, couldn't understand their gentle explanations. All you knew was that you WERE NOT letting that bunny go for anything. It had been a rough couple hours with a lot of tears (which freaked them both out) before they gave up, determined to try again tomorrow.

You were about where you normally were regression-wise today, but you still had lingering anxiety about your beloved Jellybean, so she was firmly in your grasp from the moment you woke up. Steve was losing his mind, freaking himself out with the germs and diseases that he'd conjured up in his mind. He became desperate. Not a good look.

They'd waited until they finally got you down for a nap, then they struck. Moving with the precision of two super soldiers in the Temple of Doom, they'd managed to extract Jellybean from under your arm while you were deeply asleep and replace her with Pipsqueak, your second favorite stuffie (who was going to be due for the same treatment soon, but one step at a time). They'd snuck back out, not making a sound, and had gotten Jellybean into the wash on the gentle cycle. The laundry room door was shut so you wouldn't hear.

Success!

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You woke up about twenty minutes later. Normally, you slept for about an hour during nap time, but...something was off. Something felt wrong. And you recognized it the second you looked down. Jellybean wasn't in your arms. On on your bed. Or on the floor. Or in the room.

Disaster!

You launched yourself from your bed, tearing into the living room where Daddy and Papa were watching some movie. They both sat bolt upright when you catapulted yourself into the room, shocked that you were up.

"Baby, what's wrong??" Steve asked, his eyes wide with alarm. Bucky's eyes darted around the room, instantly on the alert for danger.

"JELLYBEAN!!!" was all you could wail before crumpling onto the floor in a heap, sobbing. You felt strong arms pick you up and cradle you, and a set of fingers combing through your hair.

"Sshh, sshh, it's okay Babygirl," Bucky whispered, trying to calm you down.

"NOT OKAY!! Jellybean is GONE!!" you cried into Bucky's teeshirt.

"Oh, honey, she's not gone, she's just taking a little bath right now."

Your tears instantly stopped at Papa's words. You twisted your head to look at him. "She takin' a baf?" you asked, trying to make it all make sense. Papa nodded. You whipped around back to Bucky, and began pushing against his chest. "Down!!"

"Now, hold on a minute, Trouble..."

"DOWN!!"

"Hey, I know you're upset, but-"

"DOWNDOWNDOWNDOWNDOWN!!!!!!!!!"

Completely shocked at his normally well-behaved little girl's tantrum, Bucky's only working instinct was to give you what you wanted. He set you down quickly and you took off for the bathroom. They exchanged a quick look of panic before following you. Just as they were getting to the bathroom door, you nearly barreled them over tearing out of the room towards the other bathroom. They tried calling after you, but you were on a mission and NOTHING was going to stop you.

"I've never seen her freak out like this before," Bucky muttered to Steve while they followed your frantic footsteps.

"I know," Steve whispered back, his anxiety going through the roof. "I had no idea she was going to take it this way. What do we do?"

"Hell if I know." They both stopped talking as you threw yourself back into the hallway, skidding to a halt right in front of them, your eyes crazed.

"She not in the bafroom!!" you shrieked in an accusatory tone. "You said she was takin' a baf!" Before they could even inhale to try to answer you, a brilliant idea came to you. "She YITTLE! She take baf in da sink!!" And you were running like your feet were on fire to the kitchen sink. You looked- and she wasn't there either.

Bucky and Steve caught up to you as you were pacing, thinking so hard you looked like you were trying to solve world hunger. "She can't take baf in dishwasher or washin' machine- she dwown in dere..." you mused to yourself. You didn't see the look of pure horror that Steve and Bucky exchanged. If you realized that they put your precious bunny in the washing machine and drowned her, you would have a major meltdown, or worse- never forgive them. Their attentions jerked back to you as you stopped pacing.

"She been kidnapped!!" you gasped in horror, coming to the only logical conclusion left to you.

"Oh, baby, she's not-"

"JARVIS!!!" you screamed at the top of your lungs to the AI, making Steve and Bucky wince. "NEED TO TALK TO EVERYONE, NOW!!"

"As you wish, Princess."

"No, no, JARVIS, you don't need to-"

"A direct line to the team is open, Princess."

You took the biggest breath you could, and screamed with all your might.

"AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!!!!!!!!!!!"

Steve and Bucky just stood there frozen in shock, jaws on the floor, dumbfounded at your battle cry. They couldn't even find the words to respond.

The silence didn't last for long.

Suddenly, an almighty crash shook the entire apartment. Steve dove for you, his protective instinct taking over, as Bucky jumped in front of both of you. Before you even realized what really happened, you heard loud footsteps thundering down the hallway.

"NONE SHALL SURVIVE THAT HAVE CAUSED HARM TO THIS FAMILY!" Thor roared, dressed in full battle gear, charging into the living room, breathing hard and wielding Mjolnir. He whipped his head around, hammer raised, surveying the territory. When he only found Steve and Bucky frozen in shock and confusion with you desperately squirming to get out of Steve's arms, he lowered his hammer and joined in the looks of confusion. "I...think I may have acted in earnest," he said sheepishly.

"NO!" you wailed, thrashing with all your might. "I need you Unca Thor!! Jellybean been KIDNAPPED!!!"

"Jelly...bean? Someone has taken your colorful sugar candies that are shaped like kidneys?"

"No, Jellybean is my bunny!! She my best friend in da whole world and she GONE!!" you yelled as you wildly twisted in Steve's arms. He finally unlocked his frozen limbs and set you down, and you immediately made a mad dash right for Thor. "We gotta find her!!!"

Thor's confused gaze slowly flicked up to Steve and Bucky. They both frantically pantomimed that the bunny was in the washing machine. Thor nodded in relieved understanding, before smiling down on you. "Not to worry, young one, it seems as though your Jellybean is-"

He suddenly cut himself off when Steve and Bucky wildly shook their heads for him to stop, then silently indicated that you would lose your mind if you knew. Thor stared at them so long with such confusion that you turned around to see what was going on. Bucky immediately started staring around the room, the walls suddenly the most interesting thing he'd ever seen, while Steve gave you one of his hearty Captain America everything-is-fine salutes. You looked at them curiously, but then turned your attention back to Thor. Bucky and Steve frantically resumed their charades, finally making Thor understand that under no circumstances should you be informed of where Jellybean actually was.

"Jellybean is what, Unca Thor?" you asked desperately.

"...Jellybean has...definitely been kidnapped," he finished lamely, unable to come up with another excuse on the fly as Steve facepalmed and Bucky inaudibly groaned. "But I'm sure she'll be returned in...an hour or so?"

Before you could question that, Tony came charging into the room. "Squirt, what's the problem?" he said in a rush, locking eyes with you a split second before taking in the rest of the room and the three other dumbfounded men. His eyebrows constricted as he tried to make sense of the scene. You quickly explained the horrors of your missing bunny, and his eyebrows slowly crept into his hairline as you tripped over your words in your distress. After another round of charades behind your back, Tony was up to speed. He stood up straight, trying to think his way around this one, but only came up with one thing.

"I assume that's why there's a Thor-sized hole in the wall where your front door used to be?" he asked Steve, who turned to Thor in exasperation.

"I was in earnest," Thor explained, shrugging. You stomped your feet, frustrated.

"Unca Tony, we gotta get Jellybean back! I need the 'Vengers to help me!" you pleaded.

"Uhhhh...okay squirt, it's okay," he said, thinking about how Peter would react if his favorite toy went missing. "Why don't we...make sure that she's not in the apartment first? Huh? That's a good idea, right? Of course it is, let's go."

"No, I already look everywhere! She not here!!" you insisted before charging over to him, and holding your arms up. He instantly picked you up, assuming that you wanted comfort, but instead you started pushing on his chest.

"Whatcha doing, honey?" he asked, confused and curious.

"Where's your button that makes your suit go on??" you grumbled as you punched all over his chest. "I KNOW it here somewhere." He would have snickered had you not clearly been so upset.

"I don't think I'm going to need my suit here, kiddo." He nodded sanctimoniously when you gasped in agreement.

"You right! You need money!" He stopped nodding. "In case da kidnappers want me to pay for Jellybean! Can I have a million dollars?"

Tony slow burn glared at Steve. "What the hell are you two letting her watch?" he muttered as they stared at you, once again shocked. You shook your head.

"No, Unca Tony! 'Member you said to Unca Bruce dat you wouldn't pay kidnappers after Pietro broke your record thingy. But dis different. I need a million dollars please." It was Bucky and Steve's turn to glare at Tony, who turned a deep red and set you down quickly.

"Moving right along," he said after clearing his throat. That's when Natasha and Clint came strolling in. Natasha looked around at all the craziness calmly.

"So. What seems to be the trouble here?" she asked you kindly, but the rest of the team could see the hints of the smirk on her lips.

"Aunt Nat, Jellybean is gone!" you wailed, running over to her. "She been kidnapped and I can't find her and the 'Vengers gotta find her please!"

Natasha leaned down just a bit and smoothed your hair away from your face. "Hold on there, honey bunny," she said in her calmest voice. "Take a deep breath for me, okay?" You nodded tearfully, but did as she asked. "Good girl," she praised soothingly. "Tell you what. Can Uncle Clint get you some juice while I talk to your daddies for a minute?"

"But...but we gotta find Jellybean!" you said, your breath catching as you started to get worked up again. "Gotta find her, please!!"

"And we will, I promise," she said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "But I think I need to get some information before we start looking, okay? Can you be a big girl and let Uncle Clint get you some juice please? Then we'll find her, I promise," After another moment and another big breath, you nodded.

"Atta girl," Clint said, scooping you up and taking you to the kitchen. You tearfully explained the whole saga to him while he sat you down on the kitchen island and poured you a sippy cup full of apple juice, nodding seriously as you explained everything. He knew all too well the intense emotions that came with regression, especially when it came to favorite stuffies, and how important it was for caregivers to take your feelings seriously. He was also trying to distract you from the hisses and the whispers of the violent verbal battle happening in the living room behind you.

Your head whipped around when you heard Bucky hiss loudly "Natasha, NO," as Aunt Natasha walked briskly into the kitchen. She gently nudged Clint out of the way and stood in front of you.

"We go find Jellybean now?" you asked her hopefully, your sippy cup still clutched in your hands.

"Jellybean is just fine, sweetheart," she said reassuringly. Your eyes became as round as saucers as you took in her meaning.

"You know where Jellybean is?!" you shrieked, before attempting to launch yourself off the island. Aunt Nat was just as quick as Papa was when you were trying to escape bedtime. She popped you onto her hip and started walking towards the laundry room with 4 anxious and confused men and one snickering one in tow.

"I do know where she is, and she's perfectly okay," Natasha said gently, bouncing you a bit. "I'm going to take you to see her."

"Natasha, don't," Steve said, his teeth gritted, his tone between a command and a plea. You looked over her shoulder at your daddies who appeared to be sweating bullets, but you didn't understand why.

Natasha completely ignored them and marched right into the laundry room, you still firmly on her hip. She pointed to the spinning laundry behind the front loader's door. "Jellybean is right there, baby. She's taking a bath, just like your daddies said she was."

Your eyes filled with tears. "But...but she...what if she dwown?" you asked fearfully, looking at Natasha with large, pleading, watery eyes as the rest of the team, crowded in the doorway, all held their breath in fear.

Natasha brushed your hair away from your eyes again and rubbed her nose against yours. "She won't drown, sweetheart. This is how furry friends take baths. They're special like that. They can breathe just fine in the washing machine, and then after they dry they smell so nice and fresh and clean- just like you do after you take your bath!" Steve and Bucky felt their blood turn to ice in terror, waiting for what they were sure was going to be another meltdown from you.

"Jellybean okay?" you asked again, your eyes darting to the window and back to hers.

"Jellybean is okay, I promise. You wanna see?" Natasha put you down and knelt in front of the window. "It's okay, I promise. Come look," she encouraged. You carefully sat down on the floor next to her, still not sure about this. You suddenly saw hint of soft grey fur slide past the window- that was her!!

You slapped your little hands on the window, desperate for another look at your bunny. "Aunt Nat, you SURE she's okay?" you asked again.

"Very sure. In fact, Buttons took a bath just like this a couple days ago, and Wanda had her yesterday, remember?" Natasha said. "Same thing will happen with Jellybean. She'll be just fine." You thought about it- Wanda did have Buttons the Bear with her last night! And she had been okay!

"Oh. Okay den," you said, suddenly calm as could be. You plopped back down on your butt, scootching backwards to lean up against the wall. "I wait here for her baf to be done. Tank you, Aunt Nat!" You casually sipped on your juice as Steve and Bucky's jaws hit the floor again. How the hell were you so calm now, when five seconds ago you were all headed for World War Three?!

Natasha chuckled and gave you a kiss on the top of your head before turning around and walking out of the room. All the men crowded in the doorway parted to let her pass, except Clint, who had collapsed against the wall, silently laughing at the others' dumbfounded expressions. Natasha turned back to them.

"You all are idiots," she said simply with a smile, before turning and walking out of the Thor shaped hole in the front wall while Clint howled with laughter.

#daddy!stucky x little reader #daddy!stucky #daddy stucky #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy!bucky #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy bucky #daddy bucky x little reader #daddy!steve #daddy!steve rogers #daddy!steve rogers x little #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy steve #daddy steve x little reader

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hyeque · 2 years

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synopsis: in which pretty boy atsumu is stupid enough to believe he can have a friends-with-benefits relationship with you and not catch feelings

notes: this is for @iwaizumis-bitch himbo collab. it's also the first time I've ever written a full piece for blondie, so please be nice. also my first attempt at making a banner :D thank you dee @kissyomi for beta reading :’) <3

warnings: female implied body parts, hard then soft dom!atsumu, light choking, oral fixation, cunnilingus (male and female receiving), clit slapping (once), atsumu has a sailor’s mouth

word count: 5.1kei🧍🏾‍♀️

it wasn't a rare sight for you to lie naked next to miya atsumu. in the moonlight, his backside looked heavenly. ethereal, if you will. his muscles were well defined, and the natural light carved and traced faux lines over his body which highlighted his features. currently, he was asleep, unaware of your ogling. his light snores weren't bothersome, but instead, comfort within itself.

this was the regular routine for you. you'd be in your dorm or somewhere studying and you'd get 'that' text from him. or sometimes, he'd just let himself into your apartment, jumping on you the moment you came in. you're not sure how he convinced you to give him a spare key, but it doesn’t matter now.

your relationship is strictly no strings attached. atsumu was a volleyball player before a lover, that's what he told you when this all initially started out. the two of you swore up and down that no real feelings would come out of this arrangement, and so far it’s worked.

and it worked, until it didn’t.

it never really occurred until recently that what you harbor for miya atsumu is more than just the feelings of a best friend. but whenever you would witness a girl too close for comfort around him, your stomach would suddenly get upset. not to mention that the time he went off with another girl at a party the sight made you so nauseous that you nearly threw up. that was very telling to everyone—except atsumu.

it has been a challenge trying to fall out of love with atsumu. you thought that you could distance yourself from him, but when that started, everything started to remind you of him. of all your memories and childhood adventures, the aching hole in your chest where he belonged could never be filled up by anyone else. that was a fact.

you decided suppressing your feelings was the best option. acting like he didn’t mean anything more than your best friend seemed to make sense. especially when you don’t want to jeopardize a meaningful and lifetime friendship.

besides, atsumu always teased and flirted with you jokingly, so why did butterflies swarm your tummy? why did your heart race faster every time that obnoxious idiot smiles in your direction?

you decided the day atsumu got tired of fucking you would be the worst day of your life because there were a lot of intimate moments you two shared outside of the sheets. but you can’t dwell on it for so much now. you’ll just enjoy everything while it lasts.

"tsum," you poked his backside, trying to wake up the setter.

there was no reaction, so you poked him harder and finally he made a noise.

he rolled over halfway, his face scrunched up. "what?"

"'m hungry," you told him, huffing.

the blonde's look of discontent faded away and a sleepy smirk appeared on his face. "oh? ya want another round already, angel? well i'm glad you asked—"

"no," you shoved your hand in his face, lips pressed into a hard line. "i want food. go make me something."

he blinked, sitting up more clearly now. "what..? what are ya tellin' me this for? ya do realize that this is yer place we're in, right? and last time i checked, I'm not samu."

"it's practically yours too with how much you come over. you don't even pay rent, you freeloader," you argued, “the least you can do is make me some food.”

"yer mean." he pouts, sliding out of bed to put on his boxers and sweats.

"but you love it." you beamed, sliding his t-shirt over your nude figure. if you squinted hard enough in the dark, you swore you saw atsumu's eyes linger on you as you did.

it didn't matter how much you teased or bullied atsumu, especially since the words never held any actual weight. the blonde would do anything for you if you asked.

that night, like a familiar dance, watching atsumu move around your tiny kitchen and make you onigiri made you realize one thing:

how hopelessly in love you are with him and hopelessly screwed you are.

normally after studying and tutoring atsumu, that would lead to a round of sex as a 'thank you'. he claimed that he may not be as smart as you, but he knows how to fuck you dumb anytime you want. this comment resulted in him getting pushed off the couch.

today is different though as the two of you lounge on the couch, barely paying attention to the tv. glancing at the time you go to make your way off the couch.

"where are ya goin'?" atsumu mumbles, not removing himself from where he's curled up against your body. his heavy frame is practically on top of you and you find your breathing restricted.

"i have a date, remember?" you say, peeling his limbs off of you.

truth be told, atsumu does remember, but a super, microscopic part of him was hoping you'd forget about it or at least call it off.

he remembers you mentioning it days ago, but didn’t think you were actually serious. you always claimed that you were too busy to date, and that you were satisfied with the arrangement you two had going on.

he huffs, looking offended. "am i not enough for ya?"

you laugh humorously. "very funny, tsumu." you go to get up but the setter dramatically drops himself on top of you again so you can't move.

"i'm serious, ya don't need anyone but me!" he whines, burying his face within your neck. your breath hitches as the smell of his citrus shampoo hits your nose and you try to stop the racing of your heart.

"whatever." you roll your eyes, internally scolding yourself as you attempt to push the large mass of muscle off of you. he still doesn't budge though.

"will good sex be enough to convince ya?" he purrs, pressing himself into your backside. how is he already hard?

yes, god, yes. atsumu could fuck you horribly and sideways and you'd still stay. you were only doing this to move on from him. you knew it was selfish not to break off the arrangement but you were scared.

"no, but nice try," you reply, peeling his arms off of you. he doesn't seem satisfied with your answer and trails after you into your bedroom as you get ready for your date.

"i just don't get why yer going on a date." he continues, plopping back on your bed.

"and i just don't get why you're so concerned about it," you reply, flipping through your clothes. “you’re not my boyfriend.”

"right," he says, quickly growing quiet. his eyes seem to fidget as he watches you pick out something he deems too scandalous for a first date.

"don't you think yer showin' too much skin?" he asks, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"well i'm not a nun," you joke, fixing yourself in the mirror.

"of course yer not, i've seen what those hips can do," he smirks and dodges a flying pillow as you nearly yell at him.

he returns his attention to you getting dressed, a serious look on his face. "i'm only sayin' what i said because yer hickies would be visible with that on." he tugs at the strap before letting it snap in place.

"and who's fault is that?" you sigh, "i always tell you not to leave them somewhere visible, and yet you never listen."

"sorry," he says bashful, a light blush on his cheeks. "i just don't want anyone to see them but me though," he pouts and you try not to think about how cute he looks.

"i'll cover them up with makeup, does that make you feel better?" you ask, looking over your shoulder.

"very." he answers, shoulders relaxing.

"okay, now come help me pick what else to wear," you say, and he happily obliged.

strangely and disappointedly enough, atsumu showed no more opposition to you going on a date like you hoped he would. he watched you quietly as you got ready and even helped you choose between shoes and hairstyles. in the end, he hadn't done a bad job. in fact, you look absolutely amazing.

when your date texts you that they're here, you take that as your cue to leave. "okay, well...I'm headed out. don't destroy anything," you tell atsumu, slinging your purse over your shoulder.

"ya don't trust me to keep things upright?" he fakes a hurt expression as he looks at you from over the couch. "I'll even run the dishwasher for ya so you can come home to clean dishes."

"no," you shake your head, "you put one of my favorite mugs in there that was handwash only. don't touch anything."

he pouts, cheeks puffing out. "it was an honest mistake! ya know i'm tryin' my best!"

you laugh, kissing his cheek. he has to restrain himself from leaning into your touch. "i know tsum," you glance at your phone, "well, I'll be going now."

he laughs, scratching his head, "'kay. bite his head off if he tries something weird. and don't hesitate to call me."

you nod, "of course."

it's silent for a moment and while you look at him you can tell he wants to say something else, but doesn't. if he wasn't your best friend then maybe you would have him win the best poker face award, but that's not the case here.

another pause, and when he doesn't say anything else, you internally sigh and turn towards the door.

you ignore the pang in your chest, why did you hope that he would stop you? tell you to stay?

...but then again, didn't he do that earlier? he asked if he was enough. or maybe he was joking? this is all so stupid, all the things he said was only to tease you, nothing more--

your thoughts are interrupted when a hand plants itself on the front door, stopping you from opening it.

"miya atsumu," you say, not daring to look at him.

you can hear the grin in his voice, "yes, that is my name."

you turn towards him, and blink unamused. "what are you doing?"

"stopping ya from makin' a mistake." he shrugs, looking down at you.

you squint at him. "how is going on a date a mistake?"

"it is when it's with the wrong person," he replies.

he didn't say that, did he?

but he must be reading your mind as he continues. "i did just say that. ya shouldn't. ya can't."

you laugh humorously and say your most common line, "very funny, tsumu."

atsumu makes a disgruntled expression, the words flying out of his mouth before he can stop them. "not tryin' to be funny. ya don't even want to go on this date, so why are ya lyin' about this anyways?" he says, his brown eyes boring into your own. "just admit that ya don't want to go because of me."

"woah woah woah," you hold your hand out in front of you, "what does me not going on a date have anything to do with you?" you ask, even though you already know the answer.

"sweetheart, it has everything to do with me." he steps closer to you and you move back, your skin meeting the cold surface of your front door. "notice how you didn't deny not wanting to go?"

dammit, he's right. "i-i don't know what you're talking about," you respond, looking at the ground.

atsumu knows you're lying. he knows that you've both been lying to each other for a while now, he was just too dumb to bring it up to you sooner. and maybe you were too.

what you don't know is that he already realized his feelings for you for quite some time. he'll never forget the time only a month ago when you picked his drunk self up from a bar.

"god, tsumu, you reek," you complained, adjusting his heavy arm over your shoulders as you guided him into your car. "what made you drink this much anyways?"

you. you did. is what he wanted to say so badly. he remembered seeing your cute figure when you came into the bar, the man nearly shoved into your arms by his brother and suna. he clung onto you, daring any other person to hit on you in his presence. your sweet face already invaded his mind enough, but now you were taking care of him and making sure he didn't gag or choke on his own throw-up. he considered you a fallen angel, minus the fact that you threatened him with no sex for a week if he didn't sober up quick enough (he’ll admit it was rightfully deserved).

the words 'i love you' has been on the tip of his tongue for a while now. every time he saw you he wanted to confess and tell you all about how he felt, but he knew what the contract was and he couldn't breach it. no matter how badly he wants to. but it does haunt him, how the thought of not having you in the way that he wants can never become a reality.

"tell me, angel," he pulls out the pet name, knowing it's a weakness of yours, "were ya really going to bring back a man to yer apartment to have sex with, knowing yer best friend is here?" he tilts your chin up so you meet his eyes. "hm?"

"who said anything about not going back to his place?" you argue.

"you did, actually," he responds, a smirk on his face, "you said a while ago that you don't trust going back to a man's place. fearin’ about 'god knows what' is in there."

“so what if you remembered an intricate detail about me. that doesn’t mean anything.” you shrug.

“it does when i know things about you that other people don’t,” he argues, “things only you’re comfortable with telling me and no one else. and maybe i want to keep it that way. maybe… i want more than what we have going on.”

your stomach churns. you can’t believe this is happening right now. "sorry, i don’t think i’m hearing you right...so what you're telling me is that you have feelings for me?"

“yer finally using that pretty, smart brain of yours, good job.” he praises, patting your cheek.

your eyebrows knit together in confusion, “but…you said that you didn’t want a relationship. you said you’re too busy with volleyball so which one is it?”

he shrugs again, "i did, but what's wrong with me changing my mind anyway?"

you feel your hands trembling as you speak, “because maybe i do have feelings for you and maybe i was trying to get over them. so right when i think i’m starting to move on, you pull this shit?”

“look, i didn’t know ya had feelings--wait you have feelings for me?” his eyes go wide.

“read the room, miya,” the blonde flinches at hearing his surname, “this isn’t fair and you know it!" you shout, looking up at him from where your face was hidden in your hands. "you're the one who was so damn adamant about keeping no strings attached so you got what you fucking wanted!"

"well i don't want that anymore!" he huffs, moving towards you. you flinch, moving away from him and he stops, sighing. "I-I don't want to not be able to call ya mine. to worry about other guys stealin' yer attention away from me! i want ya all to myself--I don't care how selfish i sound!"

you laugh bitterly, "that’s the problem. you only care about yourself, atsumu. i deserve better than you." you turn your head away, afraid that if you looked at him for any longer that you'd change your mind and cave in.

"hey--look at me," he says sternly.

when your eyes shift to meet his honey brown ones, his gaze softens. “i’m sorry, okay? i was stupid for thinking that feelings wouldn’t get in the way of what we have going on.”

you’re quiet and atsumu knows that means you’re stuck in your thoughts, trying to think of all the cons and negative outcomes.

and he’s right when he hears you say, “you’ll get tired of me. i don’t want you to change your mind and drop me out of the blue for some reason.”

you don’t know where all your anger is coming from. shouldn’t you be glad? ecstatic? no, you can’t. because you’ve seen the way atsumu gets bored of things and drops them easily. who’s to say he won’t do the same to you?

the feeling of his large hand meeting your cheek snaps you out of your thoughts. “i could never get tired of ya.” he says, voice unusually soft. his brown eyes are warm and inviting. like honey. “we’ve been best friends forever and I could never see my life without you in it. you’re irreplaceable.”

you rest your forehead against his chest, leaning into him. “you…you sure?”

“i’m positive,” he goes to wrap his arms tight around you, but as he does your phone rings. the two of you stare at the buzzing device in silence and he looks at you questioningly.

you give him the same look and say, “aren’t you going to tell me not to answer it?”

you’re shocked when he shakes his head ‘no’. “if ya really feel like i’m not good enough for ya then answer it. you can forget everything that just happened and find someone who’ll make ya happy. it’s what ya deserve.” he says, and you recognize that he’s not lying or joking like he usually does.

if there’s one thing miya atsumu is: it’s insecure. he doesn’t know a damn thing about relationships and feelings. it doesn’t mean he doesn’t care, he just doesn’t get it.

you watch his eyes shift away from you and suddenly you’re seeing the vulnerable side to him come out.

“i didn’t mean it, you know.” you say, and his head snaps up.

“huh?”

“about you. about deserving better than you.”

he tilts his head to the side. “then what did ya mean?”

you sigh, “think of it this way: hypothetically you would be a worse option, and maybe there is someone out there who can treat me better than you”—atsumu grimaces—“but that doesn’t matter. not when all i want is you.”

“thanks, i guess?” he shrugs.

you add, “it’s like picking a used toyota corolla over a new tesla—“

he backs up with offense. “a toyota?! ya couldn’t have chosen a better car?”

“it’s because they’re reliable you idiot,” you flick his forehead, “and i like all the little quirks that come with a used car; that is, your flaws. i wouldn’t have it any other way.” you explain, and he instantly calms down at your words.

it’s silent and you lace your hands together with his. “the long run down is that i don’t want something new with anyone else. i just want you.”

he squeezes your hands in return, pressing his forehead to yours. “i’m glad. don’t ever wanna let ya go.” he presses a few chaste kisses to your face, and you giggle, pushing him back playfully.

his lazy brown eyes only take the opportunity to examine you, a feeling of elation and content washing over him. it’s what happens when you’re in love with someone like you.

"yer so pretty, you know that?" his hands trace over your face gently, eyes not daring to miss any part of your gorgeous face.

he’s seen you naked a dozen times but a compliment renders you flustered beyond means. "s-shut up." you look away from him, but his hand only juts your chin so you have to look at him in the eyes.

“it’s true,” he breathes, grinning lazily, “most gorgeous person i’ve ever seen. can i kiss ya?”

you don’t answer and press your lips against his instead. you two kissed a million times before but nothing comes close to now. atsumu kisses you like an apology, like reassurance, and like complete affection. he can’t write words well but he hopes you understand his love letter in the form of his mouth.

he pulls away and watches in amusement as you chase after his lips for more, the setter’s height making it difficult for you to reach him.

the pout on your painted lips is intoxicating, and atsumu doesn't want anything more than to see you ruined. a complete mess by his own hands. he sucks in his own breath, trying to calm his nerves.

atsumu pulls back to drag you into your bedroom. by his quiet nature you think he's upset, especially when he doesn't look at you. atsumu has a million things to contemplate and you're definitely one of them. your words from earlier about deserving better still stings and he wonders if this is the right choice.

"tsumu?" you call, leaning in close enough that your breasts push up against him, "what's wrong?"

his worries disappear and he remembers how he, like a fool, intentionally helped you get ready for a date. to look this good and not be fucked by atsumu had to be an offending crime.

and you’re going to pay for it.

and when you look up at him innocently with wide, doe eyes, he snaps. all self-control was gone.

"turn around." he barks.

"w-what?" you look at him with an incredulous expression. "i-i don't understand, what-"

"yer not dumb, sweetheart," atsumu says, roughly spinning you around and pressing your hips to your dresser. looking at the two of you in the mirror, you shiver. you never realized how much bigger atsumu is than you and you feel yourself squeeze your legs together.

when you open your mouth to speak again, he shoves two of his thick fingers into your mouth to silence you.

the blonde looks at you through your mirror, a dark expression on his face. "yer gonna listen and yer gonna listen carefully, okay?"

you nod.

it isn't until atsumu pushes his hard erection against your cute ass do you register what's happening.

oh. that.

"suck on them," he says, referring to his digits.

you eagerly oblige, already drooling in the appendages.

"fuck, always such a tease aren't ya?" he sighs, watching you suck on his fingers in the same way you would his cock. he watches you a bit more before he feels like he's had enough.

when atsumu pulls off his pants you can't help the surprised look of how hard he is. precum leaks from his red tip and you notice the two visible veins that always show up along his shaft to meet the pretty mushroom head.

"yer actin' all shy like this fat cock doesn't belong to you." he snickers, stroking himself. he throbs harder at the sight of you watching him with hungry eyes and becomes pleased once you get on your knees in front of him.

he doesn't have a chance to prepare himself before your warm, inviting mouth swallows him whole. a shudder runs up his spine as he bites back curse words.

"that's it. such a good girl, sucking cock just like i taught ya," he moans, eyes transfixed on the way you swallow him. your warm, wet mouth feels so fucking good he has to control himself from cumming too soon.

you hum in reply, feeling your panties already ruined from the action of sucking him off. your free hand slips between your thighs and you get yourself off.

the lewd noises of how wet and sloppy everything is drives you both crazy, and your moans fill the air like a synchronous melody.

"fuck, yer gonna make me cum, sweetheart." atsumu moans, sweat brimming his forehead. a whine escapes him when you reach down to suck on his sensitive balls—a weakness of his. a whine leaves him and a small plea as he nearly tips over the edge.

atsumu pulls you off of him and tosses you gently on the bed. he crawls between your legs and you push him away, shaking your head.

“what’s wrong? do ya want to stop? am i bein’ too rough?” his voice is soft and he looks at you with concern.

“no, please no. but i can’t wait anymore more. need you to fuck me.”

“but i didn’t get to taste ya,” he pouts, pawing at your thighs.

you grab his shaft, scooting yourself towards him. “don’t care right now, I need you inside of me.” you beg, “please tsum, fill me up with your cock.”

a smirk spreads across his face and he leans over you. “as you wish, princess.” he pulls off your panties and stuffs them in his pocket. your hazy state doesn’t have the right mind to tell him to stop stealing them when he pushes inside of you. now another thing is stuffed full.

you gasp, nails digging into his back. feeling so full you think he’s in your throat. you know you’re gushing all around him, inviting him further into your cunt.

"s-shit, yer already clamping down so hard on me, angel. is my cock that good? yeah? yer already dumb just from being filled up." he snickers.

"y-yes," you whine, feeling more of your arousal gush out. you hate how right he is. if there's anything the two of you know, it's that you can't ever get enough of his cock.

atsumu's in heaven. being balls deep in the girl of his dreams is enough to make him cum on the spot, but he erases the thought before he has a chance to. fluttering his eyes closed, he takes the time to memorize the feeling of you around his shaft, your bare ass pressed up against his sensitive balls.

yeah, there's no way atsumu is going to let another man put his cock in your cunt. in his cunt. not when you feel this good and cream around him so well. just for him.

he pulls his hips back and you almost whine at the lost of contact. he flips you over before he stuffs himself back inside of you, the wind nearly being knocked out of your chest by the force and stretch that he gives you. you could fuck yourself a million times on his dick but nothing would ever prepare you for how big he is.

he grabs your hair, fisting it in his hands before yanking back. "fuck do ya think ya were doin’ going out lookin' this pretty for someone that isn't me, huh?" he breathes, his hips moving faster at the thought and jealousy corrupting his mind. his hand grips your throat and a small whimper lets loose from you at the action.

"yer mine, and only mine. if i have to fuck that into ya, then so be it." he huffs. at this point, you can feel him in your lungs.

"tsumu! tsumu, please!" you cry, hand grasping desperately at his arm.

he moves your hand, pinning it behind your back. "don't act like ya can't take it, angel. your pussy's been trained to take my cock. nobody else's but mine. isn’t that right?”

you nod furiously, words unable to escape your mouth.

"say you love me." he demands, tone softer than usual.

he pulls you into his chest, arms tight around you. "say it. i know you do." his nose nudges against your neck and you feel his hand grab yours, lacing your fingers together. your brain could be jumbled from how hard he's fucking you, but you could of sworn that a whine escaped his mouth.

"i love you tsumu!" you cry, tears nearly escaping your eyes, "i love you so much! don't want to be with anyone else but you!" you feel tears in your eyes and you reach up to capture his lips against your own.

“yeah? want to be mine? don’t want any other scrubs thinking they have a chance with you.” he kisses you hungrily, his hands claiming a bruising grip on your hips.

“yes! i’m all yours! and you’re mine!” you sob.

his heart pangs at hearing that and something inside of him snaps, making him overwhelmed and emotional as he cums inside of you, crying that he loves you too. it doesn’t help when he feels the vice-like feeling of your pussy clamping around his cock, prolonging his orgasm. he's cumming so hard his vision spots and he nearly loses his grounding.

the two of you gather your breaths before pulling apart. when atsumu opens his eyes, he finds you looking up at him with wide ones in return.

"wasn't too rough, was i?" he looks over you with concern.

“no, it was perfect, actually.” you feel your cheeks burn.

"good, cause i'm not done with ya yet." he grunts, sliding down between your legs.

you whine about being sensitive but he only hushes you before burying his face between your legs.

"t-tsumu!" you cry, back arching up off the bed.

"hmm, we taste so good princess. don't know why i haven't done this before," he smirks, hands rubbing your thighs soothingly.

your face burns when you realize he's tasting both of you and not just you. something about this sparks further arousal within you and you feel your cunt flutter.

"yer gonna give me one more, okay?" atsumu adds his own fingers and you gasp, the rough texture of them from playing volleyball feels so good and you grind up against him.

"gonna look so pretty cumming like this, so good fer me." he’s slurping up everything in sight, and the man thinks he might lock his jaw eating you out, but so be it. with his cum, this is the best you’ve ever tasted.

“gonna cum, tsum!” you cry, legs shaking vigorously around his head, the pressure building up at a rate you can’t keep up with.

he hums, “go ahead, baby. make a mess for me.” at the action of spanking your cunt, you’re unraveling at the action.

your sure your neighbors can hear you sing praises of atsumu’s name and you have to accept for the first time that you don’t care. nothing would be worth more than this moment.

“that’s so fucking hot,” atsumu leans back, revealing his face covered in your essence. a huge grin appears on his face. “ya wanna taste, babe?

you scold him but don’t object when he kisses you again, suddenly understanding what he meant earlier. yeah, the two of you do taste good.

after cleaning up, atsumu slides next to you in bed. this time though, he faces you.

“so, are we like, official?” he shyly plays with your hand and you wonder how he can get like this after blowing your back out.

you laugh, rolling your eyes, “yeah, dummy. we are.”

“good, i can’t wait to show ya off to everyone. especially stupid samu.”

“are you just bragging that you got into a relationship before osamu? because i’ll break up with you right here right now.” you joke.

he huffs. “no! in addition to yer pretty self, bragging rights is just a plus ‘is all!”

it isn’t long before you fall asleep, and atsumu takes the time to admire you. however, his peaceful thoughts are sidetracked when your phone buzzes again.

he groans, quickly silencing it before you can wake up but notches it’s your date trying to contact you again. quickly, he takes a photo of you curled up on his chest.

‘sorry, she’s a bit occupied now.’ he sends the message before tossing your phone and tugging you closer. he looks down where you sleep peacefully.

yeah, there’s no way he can get tired of this.

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Heyoooo- I have a request, but totally up to you if you want to do it! Have you listened to Padam Padam by Kylie Minogue? Anytime I hear it all I can think about is how Hunter can definitely hear readers heartbeat. I'd love to see your interpretation of a spicy moment between Hunter and Reader based off the song :3c

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: Hey, thanks for stopping by! So first off I love this idea, so I was super excited to write this one and got it done fast lol. Decided to do a sort of Hunter being a badass and reader going 'oh shit I'm horny' moment, since that was what came to mind when I had a listen. I hope that's ok! ^///^

Summary: Hunter notices that your heart beats a little faster whenever you see him fresh from the fight.

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Oral (female receiving), Hunter using his bandana as a gag, armor kink, Competency kink, Maybe some semblance of voyeurism? there's people in the barracks next door

Word count: 2400 exactly

The training droids power down without any fanfare, and you watch as Clone Force 99 stands from the respective covers they'd just been using. Hunter gestures with a hand to form up on him, the lot of them take their leave.

He has point, all of them forming up slightly behind him fiddling with their weapons as Hunter rakes a hand over his messy hair; His other hand flicking the safety of his blaster on with his thumb before slotting it in his side holster.

His lips are slightly parted as he breathes- tired, but not exhausted. Even after raking a hand through his hair it's still a mess, but then again, when isn't it. Watching he reaches one of his arms behind his shoulders and stretches, his armor plates pulling apart and showing a bit more of his black body glove than usual.

You tug at the collar of your top.

He didn't miss even a single shot out there; between keeping his squad in line and everything else, he manages it all like nothing else you've seen. Sure you've known the 99's for a bit now, but that doesn't make it any less impressive.

His shoulders are more rigid now, back straighter, and he has this sort of energy about him that's far more intense than the Hunter you usually deal with. You know it's still him; But this Hunter just put holes in a couple dozen droids like it was a joke, and he was barely even trying.

You don't know how you should feel about the fact that you're ceaselessly aroused by it, judging by the throbbing in your cunt, but here you are.

Suddenly you hear the hiss of the door sliding open, and you almost jump right out of your shoes. Having been so deep in thought you didn't realize you'd been staring off into space, and during that time they'd actually left the training room. You quickly stand up a bit straighter, brush the front of your top, before smiling and waving their way. They didn't even know you were watching until just now, judging by their noticeable surprise.

"Fancy seeing you here!" Wrecker his adjusting the armor plate that wraps around his bicep, while your neck sinks into your shoulders for a moment as you shrug.

"I saw some non-regulation armor down there, and decided to watch for a bit."

You aren't lying, but it isn't to say you're being perfectly truthful either. You had only meant to watch for a moment, but found yourself being so distracted and before you knew it, they were finished.

"Hope you were impressed." Crosshair is adjusting the scope of his rifle and not even looking your way when he speaks. There's a particular bolt in the wall that looks really interesting, and you keep glancing at it while trying to swallow this gigantic knot stuck in your throat.

"Always am. You're the best in the business for a reason." Taking a moment to look away at that fascinating piece of the wall your eyes move towards Hunter, who clearly isn't paying much attention to your attempt at a conversation.

His eyes are glancing you up and down, and there's a tenseness to his face that doesn't make any sense. You haven't said anything particularly odd, until you realize:

Oh fuck, right; He can hear your heartbeat.

It must be absolutely hammering in his ears right now, a thump thump thump that sounds like it's going to burst right out of your ribcage.

"You guys go, I'll catch up."

Hunter gives a nonchalant wave of his hand, staying with you as they return to what you would assume will be their barracks for some downtime. After they turn down the hall and the both of your are well out of view he takes a few steps closer, but still maintaining a good buffer of air between the two of you given your location. The look in his eyes is darker than usual and makes you struggle not to smile like someone caught red-handed.

"You know I can hear you and smell you, right?" Busted.

A group of troopers walks by down the hall and you take one step back, watching them pass by before you step back closer to him. Now more than any time yet, you wish you were back on Coruscant. You're stationed on Kamino for the time being while in-between missions, and now you're one of the only nat-borns here. It's not like you can just take him back home to your apartment, given it's lightyears away. A shame.

"If I knew you watching me practice would make you drenched like this, I'd have invited you to watch earlier." He makes a gesture with a jerk of his head.

"Follow me."

You have a pretty good feeling where he's going to take you, and quite quickly you turn out to be right; As the door to the 99's barracks is plain in sight. You would've assumed that the rest of the Batch had gone back here, but when he uses the code to open the door and the room turns out empty, it seems they must've returned to the Marauder instead.

The moment you hear the metal of the door hit shut Hunter is on you, his lips on yours and hands on your waist. it's so intense and fast; He must've been holding it in ever since he picked up how much you wanted him to fuck you back in the hall. You can feel him pushing you in the direction of his bunk, confirmed by when the back of your calves hit the cold metal. In response you automatically move to sit, and Hunter follows you his hands pressing down into the mattress on either side of your thighs. He leans over you, pushing your body ever so slightly over you and continues to deepen your kiss; Feeling his tongue brush across your lip. You can't help but moan in his mouth, before he suddenly pulls it away with a soft wet pop.

His hands move off of the stiff mattress that serves as his bed and starts playing with the bottom of your top, pushing it up just enough to expose a bit of skin before you speak up.

"Hunter! There's troopers right on the other side-"

You can quite clearly hear what they're talking about, which doesn't bode well. It means that more than likely, they can just as easily hear you.

"Just have to be silent then." Hunter's first statement is stoic, but when he looks down at you, there's a bit of mirth in his eyes. "I'm sure you can do that." Normally Hunter is the one who has trouble staying quiet, given his senses have a tendency to overwhelm him. Not as if you mind, but it's a bit inconvenient in situations like this; Where you could easily get caught doing something that in Hunter's case, could end up getting him in a lot of trouble.

But when he kneels in front of you and begins reaching for the waistband of your pants, you quietly begin to realize why he specified just you, and blood begins rushing upward heating your neck and cheeks.

He helps you and assists with taking your trousers off, pulling them down until they hang over just one ankle. In doing so he catches one glimpse of your pussy between your thighs, before your legs rest against the bunk again.

You feel his hot breath brush across your thighs once they're open, the rough texture of his stubble scratching your skin. He grasps your hips and pulls you just a bit closer to the edge of the bunk, giving himself easier access as he spreads your thighs even farther apart. You instinctively attempt to close them, but his strong grip keeps them firmly in place.

"This scent never won't drive me fucking insane," Surely his heightened senses come with their share of downsides, but they aren't always in the way you would traditionally expect. Drifting up your thigh soon his lips brush against your outer folds, teasing you with his touch as your cunt clenches around nothing in the anticipation.

"Hunter..." You mumble in threat, but perhaps it's louder than you think with your blood pumping in your ears, as he shushes you.

"Quiet, beautiful. I don't wanna stop right yet." You know being in here doing this is playing with fire, so you purse your lips and your head lolls back. Your hands press into the mattress behind your hips trying to support yourself as Hunter's tongue traces along your pussy lips, teasing you even more so by giving one the softest little bite he can muster.

It's all so infuriating, so when he finally dives his tongue between your folds and his face presses even harder against you, it's impossible not to let out an overwhelmed gasp. He seems to know almost every single way to make your body shake, the blunted nails of his fingertips digging into your thighs. It's almost like he's drunk off of it, and maybe in a way he is, as you can barely see his face thanks to his mop of hair and how much he has his face dug between your legs. You can hear him moan against you, deep in his throat as his eyes flutter closed for a moment.

"Gods, Hunter- you're going to kill me-"

Pulling away for a moment and hearing the way his mouth makes a soft pop, he takes a quick breath before he quickly goes back for more; Lapping up the juices dripping from you as he moves to tease your clit. You purse your lips tight the moment those words leave your lips, trying to calm the racing of your heart just a bit more.

The bridge of his nose presses against you, as his tongue presses against you. Your hand grabs a fistful of his hair, fingertips brushing against the fabric of his bandana. It doesn't untie itself, but it's already shifting awkwardly on his head.

"Ah- Fuck!-" You gasp and instantly clap a hand over your mouth, realizing how incredibly loud that just was. Hunter jolted at it as well, both frozen as you listen to see if anyone heard it.

Thankfully, that doesn't seem to be the case. Though Hunter isn't going to take the risk again.

"If you can't manage be quiet, here-"

Hunter unties the bandana around his head, before suddenly reaching forward to tie it around your face like a makeshift gag. It's enough to significantly muffle any noise that comes from your throat, as your teeth sink right into it.

His head soon returns to between your legs, diving right into your cunt again. between his tongue circling your clit and the rough stubble of his chin scratching your skin, one of his hands comes up after he pulled his glove off out of view, gently toying with your entrance before slipping two fingers inside of you.

You have zero hope of stopping the way his fingers pull every single lewd noise imaginable, slopping wet as they curl inside of you. Every single thing you want to say goes flying through your mind, as even if you could say it, it would only end up by the worn piece of red fabric tied tight against your mouth. Meanwhile Hunter thrusts his fingers into you at a brutal pace, intent to make you cum against his face and giving no mercy.

It feels like your stomach is tightly wound twisting in knots, ankles crossing behind Hunter's head. He has your legs thrown over his shoulders, tugging you even closer to him and balancing you precariously on the edge of the bunk. It wasn't as if it was a large sleeping area to begin with, however.

You just need that little bit more, hand unconsciously tightening and pulling on Hunter's hair. He groans at the feeling, enjoying it as your hips press upwards towards his face. Your thighs tighten around his head, hand clamping over your mouth to avoid moaning out into the room.

He can feel you cum against his mouth, the soft velvet of your cunt tightening around his fingers. Your heart is absolutely pounding in his ears, racing like a speeder engine as your breaths are short, cut off pants. He takes a secret amount of joy in unraveling you like this, in such a short amount of time.

You now sit limp on the edge of his bunk, legs heavy and head still lolled back slightly. Hunter pulls his face away from your sloppy cunt, and you can see the slickness of the lower half of his face making it obvious what type of meal he enjoyed.

Gently reaching one of his hands under your knee he pulls your leg off of his shoulder, before he does the same to the other. He reaches forwards and unties the bandana from behind your head before tucking it into one of his pouches; It's wet with spit, he'll get one of his others for the time being. He has multiple spares hidden away, from whenever they get too dirty, or ruined from being singed or torn.

With the back of his un-gloved hand, he attempts to wipe away some your wetness that stains his face. He's going to be able to smell you on his face for hours now, no matter how many times he washes. In one way heaven for him, and in another way hell. A reminder, either way.

It's not as if he didn't enjoy himself, as he tugs the small exposed part of his body glove between his groinplate and thighplate to adjust himself.

He gets off of kneeling on the floor, and instead rests a knee on the edge of the bunk, watching you adjust your hair and your top that is a wrinkled, bunched mess. When he speaks he watches you look up at him dazed and flush faced, eyes still hooded and lips ever so slightly parted. Your heartbeat is still so loud in his ears, but he can listen to it slowly fade away to a more relaxed pace.

"We have live combat training tomorrow as well," He says so out of the blue, until you suddenly realize why he mentioned it, and purse your lips.

"Consider me there."

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