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justkending · 9 months

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It's just a hobby. (Drabble)

Summary: You took up a new hobby, and Dean likes to poke and tease you for it, but you feel the need to seek a little revenge for the constant joking.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3300+

A/N: I started this during the summer when I started five different crocheting projects (ADHD carried my summer hobbies) and decided to finish it before school started back up. I am currently still writing Found Memories, but I have to put a pause on it as the first month of school tends to take a lot of my time away from hobbies like writing… I’m moving to teach 8th-grade English this year and could use all the energy you’re all willing to send my way! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this short story, and I’m happy to have the inspiration to write for Dean again :)

(Also, this is the closest to smut I think I've ever written...)

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“Seriously?” Dean grumbled as he looked in the rearview mirror seeing me pulling yarn to untangle a knot I had created.

Knowing where he was going with his normal banter, I just laughed and continued to focus on the craft in front of me.

“I pulled this out like 20 minutes ago. How are you just now noticing?”

“I’m watching the road,” he argued, and I rolled my eyes. As always, he had been sneaking glances to the back of the cab at me every other minute. “The hunt wasn’t even 40 minutes away from the bunker. Why did you bring that?”

“Why do you listen to the same three Led Zeppelin songs when you're upset about a hunt?” I countered, and he opened his mouth to disagree, but I answered for him to skip the sarcastic conversation brewing. “Comfort Dean. It’s all about comfort.”

“Why are you so weirded out by a normal hobby?” Sam jumped in, smirking, and sporting one of the many beanies I had made him with said hobby, which he had come to love. He looked down at a newspaper in his lap, no doubt already scoping out a new hunt.

“It’s not-” Dean stumbled on his answer. “I’m not weirded out by it. It’s just not a hobby I imagine someone like Y/N taking up.”

“You just described why you’re weirded out by it,” Sam looked at him with a blank stare.

He ignored him and rolled his eyes.

“What kind of people do you imagine the crocheting community to be full of?” I smiled, still looking down at my hands and knowing his answer already.

“Grandmas,” he replied almost immediately.

“Hmm,” I hummed as if surprised by his confession, even if it was wrong. “Well, if that’s the case, I’ll stop wasting my talents on things for you.”

I could see his eyes shoot up in the mirror and a look of regret ghost over his green orbs.

Dean liked to make a big deal about this particular hobby I had started up a little over six months ago. I think a part of him just liked to tease me about it, but deep down, I knew he was proud of my growth. He was just bad at voicing it.

The first things I ever crocheted were just simple squares in different stitch work to learn a variety of them better. Those squares became washcloths and, surprisingly, were still used daily in the kitchen.

I learned to make bags, socks, hats, sweaters, stuffed animals, and even a few blankets.

“Just 30 minutes ago, you took down five security guards, wrestled three teenage vampires, and booby-trapped half of his nest. Now you’re crocheting a sweater for Charlie that says, ‘What’s up bitches?’ in the backseat. Mind you, with blood still smeared on your face,” he raised an eyebrow at me in the mirror.

I looked up and leaned toward the front to get a better look at myself.

“Oh, shit, I thought I got it all,” I groaned, seeing a smear on the side of my face I must have missed.

“It doesn’t add up,” he shook his head, but I could see a joking smile on his lips.

“Much to your surprise Dean, girls can have more than one personality trait. I know you boys are all, ‘Ugh, monsters! Kill, kill, kill! I need a scotch in my hand and The God Father playing on loop in the background to show how manly I-’

“Hey,” Sam cut me off and looked at me with his sad puppy dog eyes. “I’m on your side.”

“You’re right… You also like to read and share fun facts,” I winked, touseling his hair and getting a scoff of a laugh as he swatted my hand away. “See how hurtful it can be when you forget our brains have the capacity to do more than one thing?” I turned back to Dean with my arms crossed on the bench seat in front of me.

“I don’t think you're incapable of having more than one interest in life; I just think it’s interesting that you chose a 90-year-old women's side gig as your hobby,” Dean countered, pulling into the garage.

“Well, if you can’t appreciate it, then you can’t have the gifts my hard work creates,” I huffed, gathering my things and sliding back to the door as Dean parked the car.

Once the car was in park, I was the first out. I wasn’t actually mad at him, I was a hundred percent messing with him, but he deserved it for teasing me this long about it when I knew he loved everything I had made him this far.

He had a favorite blanket that he preferred to sleep with now. He had a nice sweater he wore around the bunker when he was cold. He had a few pairs of socks he preferred over store-bought ones. He even had a miniature plush Batman figurine that sat on his desk that I had learned to crochet just for him.

“Y/N, you don’t mean that!” he called after me, standing in the door on the driver's side of the Impala and shouting over the roof of it where I was walking inside.

“We'll find out soon,” I yelled back, never turning around.

The next three days, I teased him like he had me about this whole ordeal, but in my own way.

When we were cooking in the kitchen or doing dishes, if he grabbed one of the squares that now acted as our kitchen hand towels, I would steal it from his hands and say, “Sorry, merchandise can only be used by those who value it.”

With which he would respond, “Wait! I need that!” with his hands drenched in water after washing his hands.

Just for extra measure, I took all the towels and moved them to a new place only Sam and I knew. He was happy to join in on my little prank, and every time he had one, he made sure Dean saw him with it.

“Where did you get that?” Dean would jump up from wherever he was and march over to him to try and steal it.

“Only the VIP customers have access to these,” Sam would wave it above his head out of reach of Dean.

Another time, after a hunt, it was freezing in our motel room, where the heater barely worked, and the hotel didn't have enough blankets. Luckily I had one packed in the trunk of Baby, and I used it for extra coverage.

Even though Dean and I shared a bed, I wrapped it around me as I slept and said, “Sucks that you hate this so much, or else I’d share with you…”

He stared at me with complete annoyance when I gave him an exaggerated “Oh well” face before stealing it all for myself.

I did, however, wake up to sharing it, but only because he had stolen it, and I was too tired to fight him about it.

I think one of my favorite times I rebuked him of his privileges was when he was wearing a pair of socks I had made him for Christmas around the house. I may have gotten a little more intense than I needed to, but the look on his face made it worth it.

He had come into the movie room to binge a few episodes of a new series I got him hooked on, and after he called me in to watch with him, I noticed the specific socks he had on.

I grinned once my brain had formulated a plan to make him regret ever giving me hell for a hobby he obviously loved himself.

“Claire said there was a show called Love Island we should watch. I have no clue what it’s about, but she said it was popular and what the kids are watching now,” Dean conversed as he grabbed the remote from the table and stood with a blanket (not one of mine, as I had relocated all of them so he couldn’t find them) around his shoulders.

He was in the perfect position for my plan.

I walked over and, instead of facing the TV, stood right in front of him and looked up at him.

“You know what we could do?” I whispered in a low and sultry voice, bringing my hand up to his chest and inching my fingers up to the collar of his t-shirt before pulling at it gently. His eyes instantly darkened, and he was frozen in his place.

“Wh-What, uh, what can we do?” he stammered out. Even after three years of dating, he still got nervous. I loved it.

“I think you know what,” I said, tiptoeing upward to quietly say in his ear, bringing my hand from his chest to the back of his neck, softly pulling him closer to me.

“I think I have an idea,” he replied more confidently, immediately bringing his free hand to my waist and squeezing it.

I could have faltered there, but I held strong. I was going to make him pay for all his little ‘grandma’ jokes he had sent my way the last few months.

I pulled back, sending him a smirk that I knew revved him up. He returned it with his own and started leaning down, forgetting his grip on the blanket and remote. Now both of his hands sat on my hips with a stronghold.

Before he could lean down any further, I pushed him backward harshly on the couch, and at first, he was shocked, then he was excited.

Slouched into the cushion, looking up at me, his tongue came out to lick his lips and ended with a bite to his lower lip as he eyed me up and down as I stood over him.

“Dear God, Y/N,” he hummed under his breath.

I guess it helped that I was wearing some of my shorter PJ shorts, ones he had told me were his favorites, and a shirt that was cropped and slightly falling off my shoulder.

He had a thing for me being in a disheveled manner like this. Reminded him of how I looked after we fucked around, and he held pride knowing he played a part in the kind of glow I gave off.

I wasn’t sure how long I could do this without failing myself on the original mission. I came here to fuck with him, and now he was the fucker. Or at least he was going to be if I didn’t follow through with my plan in the next minute.

“You know, you should be happy you were by the couch,” I smiled, stepping to him and strategically bringing my legs to straddle his hips teasingly.

His breath hitched at that, and I knew I had regained the upper hand.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” he hummed as he admired my hands pressing into his chest as I leaned in, bringing myself closer to him.

“I was about to take you wherever I found you,” I whispered, looking him dead in the eyes with a soft smile. I looked him up and down and bit the inside of my cheek. That seemed to trigger his hands back to my hips instantly. This time a much more possessive lock on them.

“I don’t know where this is coming from, but I can’t complain,” he said lowly, and I knew he was hooked. Now it was time for revenge.

“Can I ask you a question?” I hummed, running my finger lightly over his hair down to his jaw, using the tip of it to push his chin up so I could see his eyes better.

“Please,” he buzzed, drunk with lust.

“Hmm,” I hummed, smiling more, dropping my gaze to his lips, then back at his eyes where he was drowning in dopamine by our current position. “Those socks you have on?” He didn’t catch on immediately and just furrowed his eyes as he processed what I asked. “They look familiar.”

I leaned back from my seat, still straddling his hips, but not with nearly as much pressure as before.

“What-” Dean started, but it dawned on him mid-thought. His eyes went from ready to tear my clothes off to annoyed realization. “Seriously.”

“What?” I feigned ignorance and stood up, repositioning myself between his legs, both hands on his knees as I looked at him and leaned over.

He couldn’t tell which way this was going for him, and that was the point. I was still winning this little game.

I eased myself lower, squatting with my knees going into the couch and in between his thighs. My hands went flat on his knees and slowly started working up his thighs.

“I can’t tell what you’re doing here, Y/N,” he said in a breathy voice. I watched as he tried to control himself, looking up away from me but not being able to help react to my hands on him.

“I’m not doing anything,” I said in a voice that made him lower his nervous wandering eyes back to me. The amount of green in his eyes disappeared slowly.

“You’re teasing me,” he said shortly as if he was worried his voice would tremble if he didn’t get it out quickly.

“Maybe, maybe not,” I shrugged with a pursed lip before bringing my hands slowly back down his legs.

“You’re mad at me,” he stuttered the last word when my hands worked their way back up, but further up than before.

“Now, why would you think that?” I tutted, shaking my head with an exaggerated look of hurt.

All he could do was take a slow, deep breath in as I tilted my head and smiled devilishly at him.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t play innocent.”

I grinned.

“You and I both know I’m far from that…” My tone was darker than before but in a seductive and tempting manner.

He couldn’t hold back anymore. He shot up from his slouched position and leaned forward, grabbing my forearms in his hands and pulling me up in his lap with his nose mere inches from my own.

“If your goal was to make me suffer, you won,” he whispered so quietly; if I wasn't this close, I wouldn't have heard it. He tilted his head up just enough for our noses to brush before pulling back.

“Keep it together, girl… Keep it fucking together,” I repeated in my head.

“Did I? Or am I just getting started?” I snarked, and that caused the new grip on my thigh to tighten, and I almost groaned at the pressure.

“Don’t start a war you can’t win,” he smirked, feeling as though he possessed the power.

Two can play that game.

I smiled, bringing my free hand up and tracing it behind his ear before wrapping it slowly around the back of his neck. I brought his face closer to mine but stopped right when I could feel the brush of his lips.

Our chests were pressed into each other, and I could feel his heart rate pick up. Perfect.

I nudged our noses again and smiled as his eyes closed, and he naturally and lazily chased my lips.

I rocked my hips in a measured manner, placed perfectly in the middle of his lap, and he sucked in a breath at the friction.

“Women don’t start wars. They finish them,” I whispered before promptly standing up and, in a swift motion, yanking the socks he had on off and walking to the exit.

“Y/N!” I could hear his shout from the couch from where I knew he was with a full hard-on, unable to move just yet.

“This granny is going to bed!” I shouted, speed-walking to my room in case he decided to run after me.

“You little-!” the shout still seemed far behind me, and I quickly shut my bedroom door and locked it.

Thankfully, I think I left him incapacitated for a second, and he didn’t follow me immediately.

I actually didn’t hear from him for the rest of the night. I hoped I didn’t upset him, but also, the whole reason I had done what I had was because he had become a little ass about my favorite hobby. I don’t mind the jokes, but after a while, you want a pat on the back for learning something new. Especially from someone you care about.

I went ahead and did my normal nighttime routine and got into bed before I started to read a book. I must have dozed off while reading because I woke up to the lights out, my book on the end table, and Dean crawling into the other side of the bed.

Before I could say anything, his arms came around my waist, and he pulled me to his core. He was in his boxers and one of his soft t-shirts I made him wear to bed.

For the record, I was perfectly fine with him in no shirt (or pants, for that matter), but when he did wear a shirt, I made him put on a certain kind cause his band and certain graphic tee ones were itchy on me when we cuddled.

He took a deep sigh and nuzzled his face into the crevice between my neck and shoulder, one of his favorite places.

“Why’d you lock your door?” he asked, already knowing I had woken up.

He had definitely picked the lock.

“I thought you were going to hunt me down, and I forgot to unlock it,” I replied sleepily.

There was silence for a minute, and eventually, he spoke up, whispering in my ear his apology.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?” I sighed with a winning grin he couldn't see, knowing why but playing coy anyway.

“I’m sorry I haven’t told you how much I appreciate your brain,” he answered.

That was not what I expected, but I was intrigued.

“Hmmm,” I smiled, moving my hands to his that were wrapped around my ribs and nuzzling my backside closer to him. “Don’t stop now; you’re on a roll.”

He laughed and invited my attempt to fit into him like a puzzle piece.

“You’re ambitious with everything you want to learn to do, and I don’t tell you enough how much of a turn-on that is,” he hummed, rubbing his head into mine and peppering a kiss on my neck here and there. “And I know you know how much I love the skills you gain, but sometimes I’m bad about just saying how impressive you are to me.”

“You like my crocheting skills, Winchester,” I chuckled, turning my body to face him now and throwing one of my legs over his hips, pulling back in some. “Just say it.”

“I love your crocheting skills,” he replied with a wide grin and brought a hand up to move the stray hairs that fell on my face. “I love your baking and cooking. I love your impressive TV show-binging skills. I love the random facts you have stored in that beautiful brain of yours. I love your surprisingly nerdy side of Marvel and superheroes. I love your attempt at being a gardener.”

“Hey, I have three plants that are thriving right now!” I argued, poking a finger in his chest, which he grabbed and kissed the tip of.

“I love everything you’re passionate about,” he finished off. “I don’t tell you enough, and sometimes I like to see that face you give me when I tease you.” I gave him a look. “Maybe more than sometimes… But! I do love all those things and more about you, Y/N.”

“I don’t doubt it,” I replied, scooting in closer. “But it is nice to hear it from those captivating lips of yours.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

We started smiling at each other, and I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about earlier.

“I’m sorry I teased you,” I sighed, moving to where I was embedded in his chest, and he wrapped himself back around me.

“Don’t be. I deserved it,” he replied, chin on my head before he bent down and kissed the top of it. “I will say, though, I’ve never been mad about seeing that side of you.”

“What side?” I looked up at him.

“Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing,” he chuckled, pulling my head back to him.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I agreed after a minute. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“You’re my favorite person. You know that, right?”

“Feelings are very much mutual,” he answered, caressing a hand up and down my back.

“Good. I’d have to kill you with one of my knitting needles if you said otherwise. Who said needleworking wasn’t dangerous, right?”

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vanquishedjelly · 1 year

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Mission Accomplished

HellBoy x Reader

Summary- You and HellBoy have been flirting back and forth. Waiting for each other to make a move. Battling to see who will react first. What will happen when you take the flirting up a notch?

A/N- I love the thought of how flirty HellBoy is, and I love the thought of someone else flirting just as much with him (if not more) and so my imagination took hold. Enjoy!

It's been a few years since I've joined B.P.R.D. When I was asked to join I didn't think I would be of much use. I only have Intention/Emotion Sense, both of which I couldn't see being useful on missions, but nevertheless they ushered me to join and I am so glad they did. When I first met Abraham and HellBoy I was blown away by their abilities (and their looks, not gonna lie). Almost feeling slightly lesser than, but Abe was the first to speak up and quickly dismissed those thoughts (which is how i found out he could read minds… crazy, right?) HellBoy on the other hand was kind of stand off-ish?.. is the only way I can put it. His Emotion showed neutrual- no like nor dislike- like he didn't expect me to be around for very long, so he didn't really see the need in putting much time in friendly conversation. Understandable. The first few months it was just me and Abe, goofing about. Normally talking about the books in the library, the missions he and HellBoy has been on- which HellBoy made sure to chime in every now and then to add small details in the stories as he could. Or just chilling- Abe in his tank munching on his god awful smelly eggs and me sitting in the big chair in the library with my phone talking about whatever crossed our minds. Slowly but surely HellBoy started sitting down with us in the library, speaking up a lot more about stories, or even asking my thoughts on random things. I was curious and I felt his intentions, wholeheartedly friendly and emotions were slightly nervous at times, so I opened up to his interactions quickly. After that, me and him talked damn near on a daily basis. Finding out how much of a flirt he was and how much of a goofball he was, was a rollercoaster to say the least- especially on my first mission. Oh lord… You should've seen his face when I started flirting back just as much. I didn't even need to sense to see how surprised he was.

_ "Hey, (y/n), you still with us?" I quickly look up from my forgotten book, staring wide eyed at HellBoy, who was leaning against the door frame. It wasn't hard to sense that his intention was to find me. "Ok, I gotta know what you're thinkin' bout to get that look on your face." He says, his laughter showing through his tone. I tilt my head, "I had a look on my face?" He nods, "yeah, smilin' from ear to ear," he motions his finger towards my face, "and with that far away look, i know it wasn't because of what you're reading." I laugh and shrug slightly, "didn't know i was so easy to read." I sigh, the same reminiscing smile reappears on my face, "just remembering my first few months here." I close the book in my lap and set it aside as HellBoy walks further into the library, almost towering over me. "yeah, I remember the look you gave me when i walked into the room." He says, "the way I saw your pupils dilate." He whistles in emphasis, " I just know you was marveling in how hot i was." I huff out a laugh. "Oh, ab-so-lutley!" staring up at him, "I was so hot and bothered i didn't know what to do with myself." i half joke, fanning myself. He lets out a hearty laugh. "so, you've found me, what'd you need?" I ask "Manning has another" he makes air quotations, " 'Gas leak' for us to fix before it gets too outta hand." I nod, "He needs all of us in the meeting room in 30 minutes to talk about the details." I stand up, "alright, gives me the perfect amount of time to take a shower and get ready." I say absentmindedly walking towards the door with him in tow. "without me?" he says, I can hear his grin in his voice. "yes, without you." I whip around, halting him in his tracks. I run my hands up and down his chest in sensual motions "baby I'd take my time with you, so I don't think we'd make it to the meeting." I smirk. I can basically see the wheels turning in his head, imagining all the things that would entail that moment. "Is that a promise?" He says, his voice in between a whisper and a growl. I can physically feel his arousal build. "Maybe." I smile. He takes a quick intake of breath. 'gotcha' I think to myself. "but," I say, slightly pulling away, "I don't wanna hear Mannings' bitching about us running late." He growls. He raises his hands, about to wrap his arms around my waist, but I whip around and start walking away before he can. I smile to myself as I can feel how frustrated he is.

Mission accomplished.

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 3 months

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SWERVE ACTUALLY TAGGED A REAL SHIBARI PLACE IN THE PICTURE TOO

CAN U GIVE ME LIKE A RANDOM NSFW HEADCANON ABOUT SWERVE IM THIRSTING BADLY FOR HIM 🤤🤤

Leather and Lace (18+)

Summary: Reader finds out about Swerves thing for Shibari and decides to add her own twist on it

Warnings: Shibari, oral (M receiving), P in V sex, orgasms, cream pie, pure dirty smut, 18 +

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When I found out about Swerve's secret Shibari kink I was not surprised. Ever since that Texas death match with hangman, he had changed. He was obsessed with pain, he wanted to try new things in the bedroom, things I would have never done. I still couldn't believe he had me pour hot wax on his chest, wouldn't that hurt?! Anyway, I had a little surprise in-store for Swerve. I had invited him over for the evening and would have my way with him with my own form of Shibari. I would replace the thick ropes with pink silk ribbon. Why? I thought it would be cute, I would get to wrap him like a little present.

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The moment Swerve stepped into my apartment I could tell he knew something was up. "You are adorable, you got me flowers!" I told Swerve as I greeted him with a kiss, grabbing the red roses from his hand, and placing them in a vase. "Yeah yeah, I know," he said blushing at my words. As I returned from the kitchen after placing the flowers in a vase Swerve disappeared. "Where did you go?" I called out "I'm in your room!" as I entered the room I found Swerve buried under a pile of plushes. "YOU'RE SITTING ON THEM!" I yelled, pushing Swerve out of the way. "Chill woman! How do you even function with all of these stuffed animals in here, no offence but you are literally 30" "Rude, and first of all you know they are here for decoration, I don't sleep with them. You are the only teddy bear I need. Also, you bought me half of these!" Just then I felt something hit me in the head. That bastard was starting a pillow fight. "Oh you're on Mr!" I said as I hit him back with a decorative pillow.

The two of us threw pillows at each other playfully, I got on top of Swerve, pinning him to the mattress so I could get a good shot at him. Just then the two of us locked eyes, and we both felt it. It was like we could read the other's minds, we needed each other and now. He kissed me passionately, the two of us tangled in each other, trying to remove our clothing as fast as possible. "I need you so fucken badly Y/n" Swerve whispered as my ear as he began to place sloppy kisses down my neck. "Wait," I told him as I pushed him off of me "Did I do something wrong, my love? I thought you wanted this?" Swerve said nervously, worry spread all over his face. "No, no, I do want this. I just wanted to try something new. I had it all planned out for later tonight" I could see the mysterious grin spread on his face.

I reached in the bottom drawer and pulled out a roll of pink silk. "What is that for?" Swerve asked curiously. "Well, I know you like shibari and I wanted to try my own twist on it. I don't like ropes, so I was thinking I could tie you up in pink ribbon!" "Pink ribbon? Are you serious?" "Yes! Do you know how strong silk is, it would be simular to the silk handcuffs you got me for my birthday" I could see the confusion on his face but also curiosity "Can I tie you up like a pretty present?" I asked him innocently "Let me be in charge, I will take good care of you!" "Anything for you my love"

Swerve's eyes were dark, filled with love and lust, this would be fun. I took my time, carefully straddling him as I tied the ribbon to his wrists, and then to the bedpost. I then took the remainder and created a Kriss Kross pattern of ribbon along both his arms and chest, making sure to tie a big bow above his navel. "Now would you look at that, don't you look so pretty! I wonder what cowboy would think if he saw you all tied up like this" "Watch it" "What are you gonna do about it? Do you know how tight I tied these, no way you could get out without ripping the bedpost off"

This was going to be fun

I placed delicate kisses from his neck all the way to his inner thighs. He was hard, his cock angry, precum spilling from the tip. I teased him, placing small kisses and kitten licks on his shaft before taking him in my mouth. I could feel Swerve try to get out of my restraints, I was internally thanking my mom for forcing me to be a Girl Scout, the only thing I remembered was how to tie some serious knots. "You're killing me Y/n" Swerve cried out above me in response to how slow I was going. It's not every day I had this man submitting to me, I wanted to take advantage of this moment. I increased my pace, working him until he was about to reach his release. "Please Y/n, this is not funny!" Swerve called out. "What? You can tease me but I can't tease you?" I then straddled Swerve, sinking down on him painfully slow until I bottomed out, taking a minute to compose myself before I began to ride him.

I selfishly fucked myself on him using him like he was a toy. I could feel Swerve's orgasm approaching "Don't even think about cumming, you cum when I say you do. Do you understand" "Yes mam!" I continued to fuck myself on him like my life depended on it, reaching between my thighs to play with my clit. I could feel Swerve trying to break free from the restraints to touch me, I was loving it. "I don't think I can hold it any longer Y/n" Swerve called out "Yes you can baby, just a little longer, I'm almost there," I told him as loosened the restraints on his hips, Swerve then began to thrust up into me, adding to deeper penetration. That sent me over the edge "Cum for me baby" Swerve and I came hard, the two of us sharing an intense orgasm. "Fuck, that was amazing, you need to do that more often!" Swerve praised.

Now I need to think of what to try next

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My Boys (Chapter 60)

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Y/n's pov

As we pull up near the Wheeler's house, Robin grabs onto my arms. I look at her confused but she silently pleads with me to stay in the car with her. "Hey, why don't you all go ahead without us? We'll meet you inside," I tell Dustin. He looks confused but nods his head, getting out of the car and heading over to the rest of the group. I watch as Dustin walks over to them but instead of heading inside he jumps into Nancy's car. Guess they're waiting for us. "Please tell me I'm wrong. I need you to tell me I'm wrong," Robin asks, looking over at the group as well. I exhale a breath and say, "In order to do that, I need to know what you're thinking." Robin looks over at me and almost yells, "Tell me you aren't under the curse." I sigh and say, "I've been having really bad headaches for months. I've been having nosebleeds for about a month now too. I've always had nightmares. So, Robin, I can't really say."

I look over to Robin to find her silently crying next to me. "Rob," I whisper and cup her face in my hands. She tries to get out of my hands but I pull her back. "My symptoms have been going on much longer than everyone else. I'm sure I'll be ok," I try to reassure her but she doesn't look convinced. I sigh again and promise, "If I'm wrong, I'll do whatever you want me to for a whole year. Whether that be what I wear, where I go or who I go out with. I promise I am not under this curse." Robin lets out a breath but nods her head. "Why don't you go to the others, I'll meet you there," I tell her, needing a second to breathe on my own. Robin nods and gets out of the car, walking over to everyone else. I watch as everyone gets out of the car and she runs into Steve's arms, everyone looking confused. I take another breath and get out of the car, really wanting to scream but knowing we need to focus on Max instead of believing that I may be also under the same thing.

As I move over to the group they all give me confused and worried looks. I shake my head and walk over to Steve and Robin. I wrap an arm around them and ask the group, "So, are we going in or what?" Nancy nods but the other three still have the same looks on their faces. I smile at them and we all quietly make our way into the Wheeler's basement, ready for a stressful and restless night.

Next Morning

When we all get up, we start going through the articles that Nancy and Robin found while they were at the library. We were going through them to see if there was any information that could be useful to us. "Okay, be honest. Uh... Do you guys understand any of this?" Steve asks us. "No," Lucas replies while Dustin says, "Pretty straightforward." "Oh, straightforward, really?" Steve sarcastically says. "What's confusing to you?" Dustin asks him. I look over to Steve and raise a brow, smirking at him. He rolls his eyes while Dustin explains, "So far, everyone Vecna has cursed has died, except for this old Victor Creel dude Nancy found. He's the only known survivor. If anyone knows how to beat this curse, it's him." "Yeah, that's assuming he was cursed, which we don't even know," Steve fights back. "How can Vecna have existed in the '50s? It doesn't make sense," Steve whispers to himself. "As far as we know, Eleven didn't create the Upside Down. She opened a gate to it. The Upside Down has probably been around for thousands of years. Millions. I wouldn't be surprised if it predated the dinosaurs," Dustin explains further.

"Dinosaurs? How did we get to dinosaurs?" I ask but Lucas quickly asks, "Okay. Okay. But if a gate didn't exist in the '50s, how did Vecna get through?" "Oh, and how's he getting through now?" Steve adds and points at Lucas. "And why now?" Lucas further asks. "And why then? Just pops out in the '50s, kills one family, and he's like, 'I'm good'. And proof, he just disappears. Just... gone? Only to return 30 years later and start killing random teens? No, I don't buy it. Straightforward my ass," Steve explains, moving towards the chair I'm sitting on. "Honestly Henderson, a little humility now and then, it wouldn't hurt you," Steve tells Dustin, getting a sorry in return. He motions for me to stand from the chair and I quickly get up to let him sit. When he's comfortable, I sit on his lap and lay back, his arms coming around me so he can still hold the news article.

I lean my head on Steve's shoulder and read the article with him, listening in to the boys in case they need anything or come up with any new ideas or theories. "Any idea what she's writing," I hear Dustin ask, probably looking over at Max. While the rest of us have been looking through the news articles, Max has been on the table franticly writing things. Hopefully not goodbye letters. Steve hears the questions and shifts a little to look back at her. "Did she sleep?" Dustin asks us. "I mean, would you?" Lucas asks back. I shake my head and lean against Steve's.

The door to the basement opens and Steve moves to see who's coming down. Nancy and Robin come running down the stairs, Nancy telling us, "Okay, so... we have a plan." They hand us all a folder and both of them sit down where they can. I look at the folder with Steve while Robin says, "Thanks to Nancy's newspaper minions, we are now rock star psychology students at the University of Notre Dame." "I'm now Ruth." Nancy tells us and Robin follows with, "And I'm now Rose." "Ruth?" Steve asks Nancy in disbelief and gets a nod from her. "Nice GPA," Dustin tells Nancy. "Thanks. So we called Pennhurst Asylum, told them we'd like to speak with Victor Creel, for a thesis we're co-writing on paranoid schizophrenics..." Nancy continues to explain the plan. "To which they said no," Robin says. I look confused at them both but Nancy continues with, "But we landed a three o'clock with the director." I nod and Robin explains, "Now all we have to do is charm him and convince him to let us talk to Victor." "And then maybe we can rid Max of this curse," Nancy mumbles, looking over at Max.

"Yeah, about that. We've been doing our Victor Creel homework, and uh... we got some questions," Steve tells the girls. "Lots of questions," Lucas adds. "So do we. Hopefully, Victor has the answers," Nancy replies. "Wait... Wait... Wait a second. Uh... Where's mine and Y/n's?" Steve asks, looking around in case they were somewhere else. Nancy gives him a weird look before saying, "You guys are looking after the kids." Steve looks annoyed at her before she stands to announce, "Robin and I need to go upstairs to get ready." She grabs Robin's arm and pulls her to stand. Steve groans and pushes me off of him, running after them while Robin slips her arm from Nancy's hold to help me. That was rude of Steve. I quickly get my balance and run up the stairs after Nancy and Steve, Robin right behind me. "Nancy, you're outta your mind if you think I'm babysitting again," I hear Steve snap.

I round the corner and look through the door of Nancy's room to Steve and Nancy in the corner arguing. "Ok, first of all, they're not babies anymore. And Max is in real danger. She needs people around her," Nancy snaps back. "I know. But why does it always have to be me?" He asks. "Oh my God, you have a Tom Cruise poster," Robin excitedly says when she enters, walking right over to it. "You have a Tom Cruise poster," Robin says in a suggestive way. "That's old. It's just..." Nancy tells her but Robin laughs and bends down near the bedside table. "Can you please not touch anything?" Nancy snaps at Robin. I glare at her while Steve argues, "I can't do anything here, Nance. I maybe can be helpful with this asylum director dude. I don't know. I could turn on my... my charm." I roll my eyes and walk over to Robin. "Not the charm they're gonna need Stevie," I tell him, not looking over as he whispers, "Ouch." "She's right. I did a little digging last night, and it turns out this Dr Hatch is a distinguished fellow of the American Psychiatric Association and a Harvard visiting scholar, okay?" Nancy tries to convince Steve.

I sit down on Nancy's bed while I watch Robin slowly look through all of her stuff, mesmerized by almost everything. She's really cute when she's like this. "This is a lifelong student of the world. If we're gonna win him over, we're gonna have to convince him we are too. That, like him... we are true academic scholars," Nancy continues. "Holy shit. There's a little ballerina in here," Robin whispers, showing me and Steve. I smile at her while Steve argues, "Academic scholar? She's giving you an academic scholar vibe? Yeah." I glare at him while Robin softly slams the box closed. "No, but..." Nancy agrees. I turn to see what she's gonna say next and she holds up a dress. "She will," Nancy finishes. "Oh, please, tell me you're joking," Robin complains. I laugh and look back at her smirking. "So glad I'm not going now." She glares at me and stares back at the dress. "Come on, you'll look so pretty," I say. She groans and walks over to Nancy, snatching the dress. I laugh at her while she walks out of the room to get changes. I stand and grab Steve's arm. "Let Nancy get dressed," I snap and drag him out of the room.

We're halfway down the stairs when Steve turns me around. "What's up with you?" He asks me, moving closer. I talk a step back and ask, "Is being with me and the kids that bad?" He looks shocked at me and shakes his head. "Of course not. You know I love hanging out with you," He whispers, stepping closer and putting a hand on my cheek. I pull my face away and say, "But the last two times you've been stuck with me you've tried to get out of it," I snap, hating the jealousy slowly filling me. Steve looks at me sadly and sighs. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that," He whispers. "Do you still like Nancy?" I blurt out, knowing it could just make everything worse. Steve looks shocked at me before cupping my face and franticly shaking his head. "No baby. I really don't. I only love you," He whispers, pulling me a little closer. "I know it's probably looked like that, but I promise you, I've only been nervous about my friend, nothing else." I nod and lean up to give Steve a kiss but before I can Nancy's door and the bathroom door opens.

I spring away from Steve and look at them both. I smile at Robin and say, "You do look pretty in that dress." She blushes at me but rolls her eyes. Nancy walks over and hands her a pair of shoes. "Wear these too. It'll work better than what you have," Nancy says, giving Robin a pair of heels. Robin groans again and says, "I'll change them in the car, I'll break an ankle before then." Nancy nods at her and they both start walking towards Steve and I. "What are you two doing in the stairwell anyway?" Nancy asks us, pushing Steve to move. I walk down as well as Steve says, "We were waiting for you two." We get to the front door and I pull Robin into a hug. "Be careful," I whisper and lean back, keeping her at arm's length. She nods and looks back at Nancy. "Ready to go?" Nancy asks her, clearly annoyed about something. Robin nods and they both start the journey to the Asylum. I turn back to Steve and he smiles, grabbing my hand and pulling me into a quick kiss before taking me down to the basement.

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Path to you

Alrighty y’all it is finally time! I’m made up a title just so it has one but it is not the official one. The official title will be released when the story is over! This isn’t my best work so eventually I’ll come back and rework it. Reader is fem and can be of any race or body type! I hope you enjoy! -Q💕

WARNINGS: mentions of dead bodies, mentions of being bullied, cussing, reader being called princess, fem!reader, implied racism.

Hawkins Indiana, a seemingly boring town with boring people. A seemingly boring town where everyone knows everyone, at least that's what everyone thought before the murders began…

A chill runs up your spine as you look over to your window still ajar from your stargazing last night. You Throw your feet off the side of your bed, shut it and reluctantly start getting ready for the day. Half an hour later as you brush your teeth and shut the water off you hear shattering glass from downstairs. You rush to your parents watching the news, the remains of your fathers coffee mug at his feet and your mother sitting on the edge of the couch both looking shell shocked. You finally look at the tv where the news reporter is standing by the outskirts of the woods where she explains that a body of a Hawkins high student was found torn apart by a animal in the woods. You feel your heartbeat pounding in your ear and your breath feels caught in your throat.

On the edge of a panic attack. You grab your keys and run out of the door. Driving to school way faster than the speed limit you half haphazardly park your car and run into the library, your breath releases when you see your best friend Tracy sitting reading her copy of pride and prejudice. You run to her and give her an overwhelming hug.

“Oof hey Y/n nice to see you too’’. She giggles lightly in your chest.

“You haven't seen the news?” you question her releasing her from your monstrous grip.

“What news? I've been here since 5:30.” she explains

‘’A student at Hawkins was attacked last night. Torn apart in the woods by the byers house. I know you live by them so i just had the worst feeling ever that it was you” you tell her tearing up.

You hear the doors slam open behind you, you turn to see the curly headed boy looking around the stacks of books until his eyes reach yours. He bolts towards making you jump.

“y/n! I've been looking for you everywhere. Can you come with me to steves after school today.’ You stare dumbfounded at the boy ‘please’ he adds

“Why?” you squint your eyes at him suspiciously. You did know the kid who stood in front of you. Dustin was friends with Lucas who you had babysat for years along with his little sister erica. They were your favorite kids to babysit, erica always kept you on your toes but she had eventually and reluctantly warmed up to you. Dustin had never sought you out specifically to hang out just with lucas when you had to watch him.

I'll tell you if you go to steves with me. Please y/n?” He begs with a little pout you couldn't possibly say no to.

You sigh. “Fine i'll meet you in the parking lot” his eyes lit up.

“Yes thanks i'll see you after school” amd with that he dawdles off right when the bell rings. You shrug at tracy who looks just as confused as you and go to your class.

You finish packing up when the last bell rings for the day and head out to the parking lot where Dustin is patiently waiting. You hop in your car, instruct him to do the same and head over to Steve's house with directions from dustin. You head inside where you are surprised to see so many people you knew including max lucas girlfriend. He got so nervous he called you asking for advice saying “she makes me want to throw up…but in a good way” it's kinda scary seeing how grown up he is now. Dustin quickly takes a seat leaving you with the option of the only seat left next to steve.

You don't know how you feel about steve. Him and his friends were complete and utter assholes. They would bully everyone about anything. Eddie because he was a metalhead freak, barbera because she was a goody two shoes and you because of your fascination with monsters and all things horror.They were relentless, everyday your freshman year you would come to school with drawing with you making out with classic monsters like dracula, frankenstein's monster and the wolfman and one time they even filled your locker with fake blood and the principle had made you stay after school to clean it up. Steve tommy and giggled when they saw you on your hands and knees cleaning up the red 40 dye and corn syrup. You grimace when you think about it but you begrudgingly sit down. He gives you a tight lipped smile that you return

“So did you ask her?” Mike is a boy you also recognize from babysitting lucas. You also recognize his older sister Nancy from the brief period of dating steve. Surveying the room you feel a little better knowing that you recognize everyone here. That moment of reassurance is brief as all of sudden you feel all eyes on you, you gulp and turn to look at dustin.

“Ask me what?” you question him nervously.

He giggles anxiously before looking at you.” Well” his voice cracks “Have you heard about the kid found in the woods this morning?”

“Of course I have what does that have to do with anything dustin?” you snap, starting to feel tense with the eyes focused on you.

“Ok hear me out, so i found the body before the cops did and i don't think it was what they say it was. I mean yeah there were claw marks but they were massive, and so i thought about and you have the most knowledge about it so i wanted to talk to you first.” he breathes out.

“Dustin, what the hell are you talking about? I Know a lot about what?” you asked.

“Ya know monsters and stuff.” he says nonchalantly

“Yeah and?” you say more confused than ever.

Max huffs and rolls her eyes before she yells out an irritated “Dustin just fricken tell her!”

“Ok ok damn. I think it was a werewolf that attacked that kid” he breathes out glaring at max.

He rants on about his theory about the werewolf in Hawkins for what feels like hours when you hear a car pull up outside. Looking out the window you're surprised to see that it was dark. It had actually been hours. someone pounds on the door aggressively. Steve gets up to get it. As soon as he unlocks the door it gets pushed opened. Billy pushes into the room glaring at max.

“Maxine get your fucking ass in the car” he yells.

“Its max” she snaps. He grabs her by arm and yanks her up off the floor, you stand up feeling protective.

“And sinclair” he snarls at lucas “ i thought i told you to stay the hell away from her, she doesn't need to be around your kind”

“Hey!” you pull him out of the house dragging him to his car. He looked shocked for exactly a millisecond. You let him go and turn toward him. “What the hell is your problem?” he laughs. this motherfucker you think.

“That little shit isnt in my car. That's my problem” he

“Her name is max, asshole” you seethe

“Why the hell, do you care what i call her” he barks out.

“Because she deserves basic respect billy”

“What do you know about what she deserves” he scoffs’

“Because everyone deserves at least that, even an asshole like you.”

“You dont know what youre talking about, you dont know fucking shit about me or what i deserve” his face switches from a scowl to a smirk like a cat thats caught the mouse. “And what do you deserve for talking to me like this huh?” he threatens. Getting up in your face pinning you between him and his car trying to intimidate you.

“I'm not scared of you” you say as confidently as you can.

He puts his lips on the shell of your ear. Your heart beats out of your chest with the proximity “No?” he says mockingly. He looks into your eyes nose to nose you feel his breath on your lips, the smell of tobacco and mint invade your senses “You should be” you feel chills run down your spine.

“I'm ready” you hear Max's uncharacteristically meek voice come from behind you.

Billy looks you up and down smirking before going around you opening his door and speeding off. Feeling shaken you say goodbye to the gang and leave to go home. You plop on your bed and stare up into the ceiling thinking about the events that took place today. Trying to wrap your head around Dustin's big bad wolf but your mind wanders back to billy. You shudder when you think about his breath on your neck. What the hell was his problem? What the hell is your problem you question as you drift off to sleep.

You wake up later than you had hoped. After frantically getting ready you rush down stairs to see your parents in the almost exact positions they were in yesterday. You look at the tv to see the same report as they did yesterday. The only difference was the victim. You swiftly jump in the car and make your mad dash to your class. At lunch you finally have the chance to breathe which is cut short when you open your locker and find Steve standing on the other side of the door.

“What? Disappointed there's not 6 gallons of blood on the floor?” you huff

“What? No?” he says surprised.

“Uh Huh sure.” you said annoyed

“That wasn't me that was all tommy and carols idea” he explained

“And yet you did nothing to stop them.” you shrugged sarcastically

“Come on y/n. I'm not like that anymore, more changed than you think” he

You giggled “Like you hanging out with children.”

“You hang out with lucas.” he retorted

“No, I babysit lucas. There's a difference but i get it there an interesting bunch”

“Interesting is one word to put it.” he laughed noting the cute the way his nose crinkles “You right by the way”

“I usually am but in what instance are we talking about harrington” you laughed along with him.

He scratches the back of his neck. “I should have stopped them or done something.” he trails off. “I should have at least stayed to help you clean up”

“It's fine Steve, I learned a very valuable lesson that day.” you smile

“Oh yeah.” he smirks, leaning into the locker next to you. “And what is this oh so valuable lesson” he looks you up and down. You feel your cheeks burn up.

You gain your composure and say in total deadpan “that lemon pledge and hydrogen peroxide can clean up anything.”

He barks out a real genuine laugh that is so contagious it pulls a laugh out of you “good to know the next time we make a mess” he says flirty and the heat in your cheeks returns and grows to the tip of your ears. He coughs “anyway dustin told me to tell you to meet us in the library at 8, so ill see you later bye”

“yeah bye steve '' he walks away still looking at last minute he turns around and enters the cafetera and you can't help but smile at yourself.

The rest of the day is uneventful as per usual. You grab your assignment from your teacher and head back to your locker to pack the rest of your stuff away. As you walk in the parking lot you see a familiar head of hair standing at your car door.

“Yes hargrove do you need something? You ask slightly annoyed

“I'll pick you up at 8” he says nonchalantly

You're baffled at his bluntness “excuse me? what?”

“You heard me, I'll pick you up at 8” he says. Your eyebrows are in your hair line “later princess” he smirks and saunters off to his car where you see a disgruntled Max in the passenger's seat.

Now you're left with a choice: go to the library with Steve to investigate the werewolf terrorizing Hawkings or unlock part of the mystery that is Billy Hargrove.

#billy hargove x reader #steve harrington x reader

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My Rollercoaster Ride at Orlando Pride: A Day of Surprises and Decisions

Hey there, fellow adventurers! Buckle up as I take you on a whirlwind journey through my recent escapade at Orlando Pride.

Picture this: a road trip that involved a few hours of driving, a hotel reservation the night before the event, and an unexpected detour into the world of timeshares. Yes, you read that right – timeshares.

It all started when my significant other and I checked into our hotel, blissfully unaware of the twist fate had in store for us. As we strolled through the lobby, we stumbled upon an opportunity too tempting to resist – a timeshare proposal. They dangled a $150 gift card and the promise of 7 days at any resort in exchange for just 2.5 hours of our my precious time. How could we say no? Little did we know that this quirky encounter would set the tone for a day filled with surprises and dilemmas.

Fast forward to the main event – Orlando Pride. It was all sunshine and rainbows until we encountered the not-so-glamorous aspects of a public event for the local community. Yes, the inclusivity and community spirit were fantastic, but they came hand in hand with a few headaches – people expecting freebies left and right. After 12 long hours, we managed to break even, excluding our travel expenses.

Now, let's talk numbers. The cost of securing a snug 10x10 marked pavement for our booth was a tad over $400. Add to that the considerable amount of time I'd invested in painstakingly crafting products and creating a handmade recyclable display for our brand. Trust me, having my back arched over all day didn't do wonders for my mood.

Thankfully, my incredible partner stepped in to handle sales for the rest of the day, saving me from turning into a human pretzel. But as we wrapped up the event, I found myself in a contemplative mood. Was all this effort worth it for my brand and, more importantly, for my happiness?

Before I dive headfirst into an 8:30 AM timeshare presentation, I decided to pen down this blog post (UPDATED - I WAS UNLAWFULLY DISCRIMINATED AGAINST...so the presentation never happened. Click here to learn more about what to do in cases of unlawful discrimination). In it, we'll dissect the world of business expos, weighing the pros and cons to help you, dear reader, make an informed decision about whether they're worth your while. So, grab your coffee and join me as we explore the exciting universe of business expos and find out if they're the right fit for your brand and your happiness.

Navigating the World of Business Expos for Small Artists: Is It Worth the Canvas?

Hello fellow artists and entrepreneurs! Today, we're diving headfirst into the realm of business expos, but with a twist tailored specifically for small artists. We'll explore the ins and outs of these events, considering factors like cost, venue, weather, and how showcasing your curated crafts can truly impact your artistic journey.

Setting the Stage: What Are Business Expos for Small Artists?

Picture this: Business expos for small artists are like vibrant canvases where creative minds get to display their work to an eager and appreciative audience. These events offer a unique opportunity to showcase your artistry, connect with potential customers, and build your brand.

Brushing Up on the Pros of Business Expos for Small Artists

1. Exposure and Networking: Business expos provide a golden opportunity to expose your artwork to a diverse and enthusiastic audience. Plus, they offer the chance to network with potential buyers, collaborators, and fellow artists, expanding your artistic horizons.

2. Professional Presentation: Just like a carefully crafted piece of art, your booth at a business expo should be a masterpiece. These events offer a platform to meticulously design and present your crafts, leaving a lasting impression on attendees.

3. Streamlined Decision-Making: Business expos simplify the decision-making process for potential buyers. Your unique creations can stand out in the crowd, making it easier for art enthusiasts to fall in love with your work.

4. Cost-Efficiency: For small artists, sharing the costs of exhibiting at business expos can make this marketing opportunity financially feasible, especially when compared to more costly advertising options.

Considering the Artistic Challenges

1. Weather Woes: The elements can be a factor for outdoor expos. Rain, heat, or cold can affect your display and potential buyers' willingness to browse.

2. Venue Matters: The location of the expo can significantly impact your success. Assess if the venue aligns with your target audience and artistic style.

3. Costs Can Add Up: While sharing costs can be an advantage, expenses can still rise, especially with unforeseen costs and fees.

4. Captivating the Crowd: Drawing attention in a sea of artistic talent can be challenging. Your booth's design and your ability to engage with visitors are crucial.

Is It Worth It? Let's Unpack 5 Key Factors for Small Artists

1. Accommodations: Weigh the cost of participating in business expos, including booth fees, against the potential sales and exposure your artwork could gain.

2. Weather Watch: Consider how outdoor expos might be impacted by the weather. Prepare accordingly and choose the right season for your art.

3. Venue Selection: Ensure that the chosen venue aligns with your target audience and your art's style. Location can make all the difference.

4. Artistic Ownership: Think about whether owning a booth at a business expo fits your long-term artistic goals. It's a platform to showcase your talent, but it may come with its challenges.

5. Flexibility Factor: Assess the flexibility of business expo participation compared to alternative marketing strategies tailored to artists.

Exploring Artistic Alternatives

If business expos don't align with your artistic journey, there are alternative paths to consider:

1. Online Art Markets: Virtual art markets offer a cost-effective way to showcase and sell your creations to a global audience.

2. Artistic Communities: Joining artist communities and networking events can help you connect with fellow creatives and art enthusiasts.

3. Local Galleries: Exploring local galleries and exhibitions can provide another avenue to showcase your work and build your reputation.

4. Social Media Showcases: Leverage the power of social media platforms to display your art and engage with art lovers worldwide.

In conclusion, business expos tailored to small artists can be an exciting canvas for your artistic journey. However, the decision to participate should align with your artistic goals, budget, and the unique challenges you may face. While business expos offer a platform to shine, it's essential to explore alternative strategies that cater to your artistic vision and provide flexibility in the ever-evolving art world. Join me on this creative adventure, and let's uncover the truth about the world of business expos for small artists together!

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Fandom Trumps Hate 2022

Heya, everyone! Some of you have probably noticed that I reblog posts about my marvel podfics here on main every once in a while for visibility. Well, this year I decided to take part in the @fandomtrumpshate charity auction!

Which means that I offer to record a story of your choice (word limit is between 10-20k, but if I really love a story we can haggle ;)) and will edit it, add music and make a cover for it. I will make another post when bidding opens (23th to 27th of February) with further details, but wanted to announce that if you have a favorite K/S or Garashir story you can bid on me to make a podfic of it! Other ships I offer are SteveTony and Superbat, because I am back on my comics bullshit.

If you think about bidding on one of my two offers, you are welcome to ask me if I would do a particular fic or other questions in general.

Examples for my podifcs can be found here on Ao3 if you want to inspect the merchandise before buying.

All the money goes to smaller charities that do not get much time in the spotlight, so you get a podfic and do a good dead!

8 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

POV: You survived two strike-throughs, the burning of the old archives, and are now constantly paranoid to lose stories.

No, I DON’T HAVE A HORDING PROBLEM!

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Here’s a history lesson for you:

A Fragment out of Time by Diane Marchant, widely regarded as the very first (modern) fanfiction published in a zine in 1974.

The image is from a later zine by Gayle F. (1979-1986). Full fragment under the cut.

“Shut up…we’re by no means setting a precedent.” He was quiet…and not merely because he was used to obeying that voice implicitly. He was being peeled, slowly, like a delicate fruit, in time to some far off pagan rhythm and he found his logical mind was swathed in a white mist of sensual well-being. Gentle hands spread warm oil slowly, in ever-widening circles over his chest. Tantalizingly, teasing fingers ran over each nipple, flicking the tip lightly. A slow, deliberate tongue reached out to each erect button. He shivered, then squirmed; surprising himself. A sleek, well-oiled torso slid over his chest down to his navel. Tiny shivers accompanied the soft nips at his abdomen. Warm oil was dribbled over lower areas; then a ravaging finger made him glisten. Even his thighs were being massaged…the pressure was…delicious. Well-skilled hands made long, swooping strokes from his knee up the inside of his leg to the upper thighs. Now, he could not prevent this, any more than he could stop a solar eclipse…even if he’s really desired to. It had been building all these years…no one set of circumstances was the cause…now, it seemed it had been inevitable from the outset.

He felt a tightening as he contracted a little when pubic hair was brushed slightly. The weight on his legs and the sensuous stretching of the gliding above him made his pulse race. A strong pair of hands turned him onto his stomach. A river of heated oil etched a blazing trail down his spine; light, feathery fingers sent the trail into the very core of his being. His buttocks were being massaged…slowly at first; then the tempo gradually increased, until two hands were counter-rotating…each squeezing alternately. Then, abruptly, it stopped. “No!!…Do not stop!” he hissed.

The other smiled and then ran expert hands once more over the surface and then between the legs, spreading them effortlessly. Careful palms cradled a very sensitive area that had just been exposed. Then the area was being stroked as a tongue flicked. Swiftly, he was on his back again and a [?] head and darting tongue were busy. His eyes were tight shut, tears squeezing from the corners. A hand began to pump, as if to milk. He felt he’d go mad! He was being oiled again, his groin massaged, then gently stroked. A flush had crept from the base of his skull to his groin. He yearned, he ached; wished he never were. Weight was upon him and his legs invaded. A shock wave swept through him for a second, only to be replaced by pleasure; as an easy pressure gyrated smoothly, exquisitely within him. …vibration..teasingly delicious vibration. How uniquely wonderful…the feeling at the base..there.. A circle of thumb and forefinger was working, too,…pulling slowly up and squeezing. The rhythm increasing, the grip tightening. A stray finger, circling the tip, pressed. Fire! fire; lips on lips…depths..spirals..colours, tensing…reaching..climbing..flying..soaring..darkness that is light..the explosion..the NOVA. Tomorrow..tomorrow will tell…Sleep. “Sleep.”

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My #1 post of 2022

Not yet sure if curse or blessing...

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btsqualityy · 3 years

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Fools Rush In: Chapter 8

Jungkook x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, Strangers-to-lovers, age gap!AU (reader is 30, Jungkook is 23), Angst, smut, fluff

Summary: The news of your pregnancy breaks and you get some very unexpected visitors.

Warnings: None to note.

WC: 2k

“Ok wait, you are so cute,” Jungkook gushed as he set his hands on top of your growing bump. Two days after Jungkook’s surprise date for you at the Han River, the two of you were at your apartment hanging out together in bed when you pointed out how fast you seemed to be growing.

“I feel huge,” you huffed as you held your t-shirt up and out of the way as Jungkook moved his hands over your skin.

“Have you felt them kick yet?” He wondered.

“Not yet, but Dr. Na said that I could feel it any day now,” you told him and before Jungkook could respond, you both felt a sudden push against your skin.

“Was that?” Jungkook gasped and you nodded your head, lifting one of your hands and setting it on top of his head.

“I guess they were waiting for Daddy,” you murmured and the smile that Jungkook gave you at hearing your words would’ve lit up the entire bedroom if it weren’t already morning. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to where he had last felt your baby moving around, nuzzling his nose against your skin afterwards.

“I can’t wait to meet you little one,” he whispered and you just smiled to yourself as you watched him. “When can we find out what you’re having?”

“After next week, once I’m 18 weeks but I wanted to wait and find out,” you said and Jungkook lifted his head to look at you.

“Like, wait until you give birth?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

“Why?” He asked. “I mean, it would make it easier to shop for them and to put together the nursery and to pick out a name.”

“I think it’s fun to wait. It adds to the suspense,” you replied.

“You’ll be pregnant for 9 months, that’s enough suspense on it’s own,” Jungkook joked. Before you could reply, the doorbell rang and Jungkook lifted himself up off of the bed.

“That’s the delivery?” You asked, watching as Jungkook pulled some shorts on over his boxers and then grabbed his wallet off of the dresser.

“It should be, it’s been like 45 minutes,” he answered and you laid back against the pillows as you watched him walk out of your bedroom. You could faintly hear Jungkook open the door and you heard a soft voice say, “uh, I think we have the wrong apartment”. Your eyes widened as you recognized the voice and you hopped out of the bed as quickly as you could.

“No, no, no,” you muttered to yourself as you rushed out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the front door. Sure enough, standing in the open doorway were your extremely confused looking parents and an equally confused looking Jungkook staring at each other.

“Mom, Dad,” you called out as you walked over to the door and stood beside Jungkook. “What are you guys doing here?”

“The last time we spoke, you said that you’d be staying in Korea for a while so we decided to come see you,” your mother Janet smiled, albeit tersely. “We didn’t expect to see a half-naked man at your door, though.”

“Uh yeah, sorry,” you apologized. “Mom, Dad, this is Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook, this is my mom Janet L/N and my dad Michael L/N.”

“It’s very nice to meet the both of you,” Jungkook smiled, bowing deeply to the both of them before reaching out and shaking their hands.

“I wish I could say the same,” Michael muttered as he shook Jungkook’s hand and you sighed heavily, which made your father look over at you. “As for you, I really hope that you’re just bloated underneath that shirt.” Your eyes widened as you looked down at your form-fitting t-shirt, which clearly showcased your baby bump.

“About that,” you chuckled awkwardly.

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“So, let me make sure that I have this straight,” Janet snorted as she sat back on the couch in your living room. “You met Jungkook, slept with him, found out that you were pregnant, decided to raise the baby alone but still tell him about it because he deserved to know, Jungkook decided to take responsibility, and now the two of you are together?”

“Pretty much,” you confirmed.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Michael demanded to know from his spot beside your mother. “I mean, how long have you known?”

“I didn’t find out myself until I was about 9 weeks, and you know as well as I do why I didn’t tell you guys,” you scoffed. “I didn’t want to deal with the inevitable disappointment.”

“Of course we’re disappointed,” Michael seethed. “Do you know how hard it is for a woman to be a professional athlete while also trying to raise a family?”

“No, and neither do you,” you shot back.

“But I’ve seen it and you have too,” your father grumbled. “Are you truly telling me that you’re willing to give up everything that you’ve worked so hard for just because this knucklehead got you pregnant?”

“Ok, rude,” Jungkook murmured.

“One, he’s not a knucklehead,” you protested. “Two, I don’t have to give up anything. I’ve been working my ass off this long and I know I’ll be able to bounce back after I have the baby because I believe in my talent. Three, if you came here thinking that you were going to be able to “talk some sense” into me, then you might as well leave now because my mind is made up.”

“Well, someone had to come talk to you since you’ve been avoiding the news and haven’t responded to it yet,” Michael chastised.

“What news?”

“You haven’t seen it?” Janet wondered and when you shook your head, she reached into her purse and pulled out a magazine before leaning over and handing it to you. The headline read “Tennis Champion Hides Secret Lover and Secret Pregnancy!” and there was a large blown up photo of you and Jungkook standing together at the Han River, holding up his camera and the curve of your stomach was extremely visible.

“What the hell?” Jungkook whispered when you handed it off to him.

“Everyone is already starting to speculate that the little announcement you made after the Korea Open about taking some time off was really just a thinly veiled retirement announcement,” Michael fumed. “This break is just going to show people that you’re not as dedicated anymore and your opponents will use that to their advantage.”

“Dad, I’ve been playing tennis since I was 3 years old, meaning 27 years and I’ve been professional for 11 of those years,” you deadpanned. “I don’t care about some imaginary edge that you think it’ll give my competition. If I decide to take some time off to have a family, then I’m more than deserving of it.”

“Are the two of you starting a family then?” Janet questioned. “Do the two of you plan on getting married before the baby’s born, or afterwards?”

“No, we don’t plan on getting married at all,” you shook your head and Jungkook turned his head to look at you.

“So you’re not giving this baby a family then?” Michael assumed.

“Not in the traditional sense, like how you and Mommy were,” you explained. “But the baby will have me, Jungkook, his parents, our friends, and hopefully you guys.”

“Of course we’ll be involved but we only want what’s best for you Y/N,” Janet sighed.

“Jungkook,” Michael called out. “What do you do for a living, son?”

“I’m a photographer Sir,” he answered and you couldn’t help but to notice the pained looks on their faces.

“An artist,” Janet chuckled. “Interesting choice.”

“It’s a passion,” Jungkook smiled.

“How old are you Jungkook?” Janet wondered.

“I’m 23,” he revealed, and you winced at the audible gasp that your mother let out. “I just graduated from university last December.”

“Y/N said that your parents are going to be there for the baby so I’m assuming that they know?” Michael brought up.

“Yes, I told them,” Jungkook clarified.

“Well, we should all get together,” Michael suggested. “Since we’ll be sharing a grandchild?”

“U-uh,” Jungkook stammered as he looked over at you and you just shrugged your shoulders before nodding your head. “I’ll talk to them but I’m sure that they won’t mind meeting you guys.”

“Sounds great,” Janet grinned and you shut your eyes tightly as you tried to remain calm because you knew that your parents meeting Jungkook’s parents was not going to go well.

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“Seriously Yoongi, they’ve gone too fucking far,” You hissed into your phone as you paced back and forth in your bedroom later that night after your parents had gone back to their hotel.

“I did some digging and it was Dispatch that took the photos, released them, and then cycled them to other publications,” Yoongi told you.

“What the fuck is Dispatch?” You wondered.

“They’re like a Korean version of TMZ,” he explained. “They’re known for outing the secret relationships of idols. With you just winning the Korea Open and being seen acting romantically with a Korean man, they jumped on it and I can’t say that I blamed them.”

“Well, what do I do from here? Because people are already starting to come up with some bogus ass theories,” you said.

“I think you should do a press conference,” Yoongi responded. “That way, people can see and hear everything straight from you and there’s no room for anyone to twist your words.”

“Ugh, I really don’t want to,” you sighed. “You know how I am about my private life Yoongi.”

“Look, I’m just giving you my opinion as your agent,” he told you. “I think it’s best if you shut all of the rumors down yourself and just tell them whatever you want them to know. It doesn’t have to be much but if you want them to back off, then it needs to be something.”

“Fine,” you relented. “I’ll do it but I’m not going to enjoy it.”

“Oh trust me, I know,” Yoongi chuckled. “It should only take me about a day or two to put it together, so I’ll keep you updated.”

“Ok, thanks Yoongi,” you said before hanging up the phone and slumping down to sit on the edge of your bed. You then looked towards the doorway, where Jungkook was lingering and looking a little awkward while he was at it. “Hey.”

“Hi,” he replied, stepping all the way into the room and pacing over to you, taking a seat on the bed as well. “Everything ok?”

“Yoongi’s gonna set up a press conference so that I can clear the air about everything,” you explained. “Hopefully that’ll get the vultures off me.”

“Do I have to be there?” He wondered.

“Would you like to be?”

“Not really,” he confessed. “But I’ll suck it up if you need me.”

“I appreciate it but you don’t have to,” you smiled. “It can be scary so I completely understand you not jumping at the chance to be there.”

“Thanks,” he chuckled. “By the way, I called my parents and they said that they would love to meet you as well as your parents. They offered to host lunch at their place and said that they would let me know when they’re free.”

“Ok,” you replied. “How do you think it’s gonna go?”

“My parents are pretty laidback so I think they’ll be able to handle your parents,” Jungkook sighed. “What about you?”

“It’s probably gonna go horribly, knowing my dad,” you huffed. “I just really hope that he proves me wrong though.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it too much,” Jungkook murmured dismissively as he reached over and grabbed one of your hands in his. “We’ve figured everything else out, so we’ll figure that out too if we need to.”

“Are you always so optimistic?” You giggled.

“I try to be. And you’re clearly the realist in this relationship so someone has to not be so serious all the time,” he teased you, making you laugh. “Besides, I think everything happens for a reason remember? So I’m gonna trust that and you should to.”

“I think you’ve been showing me why I should,” you confessed, and Jungkook grinned widely before leaning over and kissing you passionately.

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killmemrghostface · 3 years

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Last Breath. The Ghostface Story.

Part 1/? ongoing

Pairings: Ghostface x female original character

Word Count: 1,260

Warning: smut (18+), violence, blood kink, gore, suicide, knife kink. (Not just for this part, but for the whole book.)

Summary: She lives in the centre of it all. Woodsboro, where it all started.

With the anniversary of the first stab movie coming up, the town is filled with excitement and dread when new killings start appearing.

Arabella is met with sheer panic when Ghostface makes a personal appearance just for her.

But what is she hiding? What is he hiding? And what is it that draws them to each other?

A/N: This is my Ghostface/Scream fanfiction/book! I’m really excited to get more parts out, but for now enjoy Chapter 1 and let me know what you think! This is currently published on Wattpad under the same name, so if you want to vote or add to your library it’s there!

The rain hit the window softly, as lightning struck above the apartment. Her eyes slowly opened, looking straight at the open window. Rising from the bed, she took a quick glance at the clock on her bedside table. 18:09pm.

"That was a slightly longer nap than expected." She softly spoke to herself, grabbing the handle and closing the window shut.

Her body slumped back onto the creaking bed as she sighed, tempted to go back to sleep. She's already wasted most of the evening.

She peered at her hands holding onto the edge of the mattress, noticing the dirt under her nails. Her eyebrows furrowed. Maybe I should take care of myself. She thought, making her way into the bathroom across the hallway.

Another lighting strike hits, this time louder, causing unnecessary panic in her stomach.

She flips the switch in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. Hair sticking up in different directions, smudged make-up and light tear stains down her face.

Disappointed with her appearance, she turns the shower on to heat up and starts washing her face. The water feels refreshing and cool against her warm skin. She feels clean.

The light in the bathroom flickers. Again, unnecessary panic begins in her stomach. It's an old house and it's thundering. This is normal. She tells herself.

When she's done, a big jumper is thrown over her still semi damp body and a pair of warm socks hugs her feet. She doesn't enjoy the feeling of the rough floorboards on her bare feet. She makes her way downstairs, deciding on watching the TV for a while. When she turns the TV on, another feeling begins forming in her stomach, this time rightly so.

"Breaking news this evening. A young girl was found stabbed, gutted and hung at the back of this towns famous Silver Bakery. Police and forensics are on sight investigating." Her mouth parted, darting for her phone, dialling Liberty, her best friend.

She picked up almost immediately. "Are you watching the news right now?" Her voice was steady, yet her tone was dark.

"Yes I'm watching the news. Can you believe this? What the fuck Ara." Liberty sounded exasperated, like she was out of breath.

"This is crazy. Have they identified the body yet? Who would do this?" Ara kept her eyes on the TV.

"I only know as much as you." She trailed on. "You know... with the anniversary of the movie coming up, I wouldn't be surprised if some psycho decided to take up copycat killings as a hobby." Liberty said in a light humorous tone.

"Stop, that's not funny." Her voice sounding alarming. "Do you want to come over tonight? I'm kind of freaked now. The thunder isn't helping."

Ara was planning on asking Liberty to come over anyway, she usually does when it's thundering outside. To her, this breaking news sort of worked in her favour.

"Of course, sure. I'll get my dad to give me a lift. I'll be there in like 30 minutes." Liberty sounded sincere. She really is a good friend.

After hanging up the phone, she turned the TV off and walked over into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. "What the fuck." She stared at the floor in her empty home.

Her mind began wandering. What if someone really is back for more? It's the perfect time for it really, with the anniversary and all. It would make sense. What if Ghostface is back. Is Gale Weathers going to return? Write another book maybe? A small chuckle escaped her lips. She took another sip of water. What if it's Sidney? Back for revenge on the town that pretty much mocked her life story.

No. What is she thinking? She's becoming one of those crazy theory fanatics. Like Sidney's friend, Randy? was it? Look how he ended up.

Bzzz.

The doorbell snapped Ara out of her thoughts. "Lib, that was a quick 30 minutes." She shouted, jogging down the long hallway. Smiling, she began opening the door. "What car does your dad drive because that was so-"

No one is there. All she sees is an empty dark street, lowly lit with the streetlights. The rain is hitting the floor harder now.

"Lib? Liberty?" Ara called out. Her mind convinced she's playing a trick on her. With hesitation, she steps outside, waiting to see Liberty round the side of her porch, but she doesn't.

"Huh." Her hand nervously scratches the back of her neck. She walks back inside, locking the door behind her. Trying to brush off the situation, she heads back into the lounge to grab her phone.

As she goes to text Liberty, she notices something. A text.

Sorry! Leaving now! Dad was distracted with the news. I'll be there in a few. 19:40pm

That was sent to her 10 minutes ago. It's now 19:50pm.

But, wait. Beneath that message she notices something worse.

Don't worry. I think I'd rather spend the night alone. Feeling sleepy. I'll text you later! Love you. 19:49pm.

Sent from, Arabella.

The phone drops onto the wooden floor. She immediately begins looking around. The house seeming awfully too quiet now.

Is this actually happening? Her thoughts rapid. Unsure of what to do, she runs towards the kitchen counter, grabbing a knife from the stand.

"Wherever you are, I'm not afraid. I'm capable of more than you think." Arabella's voice echoing slightly through the house. She could hear her own heartbeat booming through her ears. She's afraid, but she's also not going to let herself die.

Her kitchen is an open room, with an island in the middle. The killer couldn't possibly be hiding in the kitchen. The lounge is opposite the kitchen and she was just there. Maybe they couldn't grab her in time?

She grunted as there's no response to her brave announcement. Unsure if she should be more terrified or relieved.

She heads for the kitchen door, carefully peering out to make sure the intruder isn't on either side. Her breath shaky. Am I breathing too loud? Can they hear me right now?

With her mind racing, she approaches the lounge again, carefully entering. Arabella isn't sure what her next move would be if she found the intruder, she isn't really sure what she's even doing right now.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she notices a small, minuscule movement. The curtain. Her dad installed these huge, long curtains a while ago. She would always hide behind them when playing hide and seek.

The fucker is behind the curtain.

As she approaches the tall window, her heart rises to her throat. She feels sick to her stomach, a reoccurring issue she appears to have.

Her small hand leaps for the curtain, grabbing firmly onto it, pulling it back. Her breath hitches in her throat as she stares at the person stood in front of her.

Without a thought she opens her mouth. "The curtain? Original." And she swings the kitchen knife towards their direction, but before any contact is made, her arm is stopped by a large gloved hand.

She winces slightly at the pain the hand is causing her. "Darling." The masked intruder speaks. "You know who I am. You know it's not this easy." The voice sounds so original, yet there's no voice moderator in sight.

The way he speaks makes Ara realise this is serious, far more serious. "It's you. Isn't it. You're back." She sounds almost breathless. The knife suddenly drops from her hand.

"Ghostface." She whispers.

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infernal-fire · 3 years

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Just The Benefits (1/2)

Pairings: dark!Steve x you

Warnings: smut, slight overstimulation, dark!Steve, dark!Nomad!Steve

Later in the series: noncon, breeding kink, slight degradation kink, slight praise kink, mentioned dark!Tony, dark!Bucky

Please do not interact with this blog if you are under 18. Your media consumption is your responsibility.

Summary: Y/N wanted the benefits and nothing more. That was the agreement… right? Steve decides it’s not enough.

Word Count: 1600

A/N: This is my first ever fic! I’m really hoping you’ll enjoy this but I also appreciate all feedback <3 I’m planning a second instalment for the fic, which will be longer than this one. I’m out here pretending like someone is going to read this.

Nomad!Steve is the most attractive Steve and you can talk to a wall if you disagree.

(This GIF does not belong to me)

It was convenient. The idea of no strings attached was that it was always supposed to be easy and mutually beneficial. You were enjoying the life of an Avenger and there’s no need to add anything to the mix.

That’s how you found yourself under Steve’s mercy every week. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel anything for him but right now, all you could think about was making sure you didn’t tap out from his girth.

You were bent over his king-size bed, stuffed full of his cock. He cooed praises into your ears and took on a languid pace. He pressed your head down with one arm, wiping your tears on the sheets, wrapping the other around your waist. His cock was moving in and out of you like a piston, making a squelching noise that your loud moaning drowned out.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to speed up” he moaned, and you whimpered in response. His speed had you lurching forward on every thrust, the room reverberating with the sound of skin slapping.

His cock repeatedly battered your cervix, which was becoming more sensitive by the second. You cried out as your eyes crossed and your muscles went limp, the crashing waves of your orgasm possessing you.

“That’s it, baby, cream my cock. I’m so close.” his grunts filled your ears as he leaned over you. The hand that was holding your head made its way to your neck and he pulled you up flush against him while the other hand began toying with your engorged clit. You were full-on crying from the overstimulation now; he hadn’t slowed down since you came. You were on your tippy-toes, trying to alleviate the pressure on your abused cunt.

After a few more thrusts, he pushed in one last time and squeezed your body before giving you some experimental thrusts. He pulled out and held your almost-passed-out frame by the hips and lifted you onto the bed.

“Jesus Y/N was I too rough?” You weakly shook your head as you closed your eyes and held his hand. He tucked you into his sheets, tossed the condom across the room and rounded the bed, settling beside you.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you mumbled.

He paused as if he were pondering what he was going to say. In reality, he began taking in your naked, tired form that looked unreal yet ethereal on his bed. With your back to Steve, you had no idea he was feasting on the sight in front of him.

“What is it?” the slight raspiness of your voice alluded to your exhaustion.

“I don’t want to be friends with benefits anymore.”

You turned around to face him and propped yourself up on your elbow. The surprise of his statement was overriding your body’s pleas to sleep.

“Did I… do something?” You were honestly unsure of what to say.

He paused again. “It’s not enough for me. I know we came into this saying no strings attached but I care way too much for you.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t that. Steve took your silence as a cue to continue.

“I think I love you. No, I-I know I love you. I want the whole thing with you, not just sex. I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with just sex. You know, I had feelings for you before you agreed to this. I had a feeling you might not say yes to a serious relationship so I proposed this arrangement.”

His speech initially started with uncertainty but as he spoke, he became sure of himself. He was sure you would agree. You two were perfect together and there was no denying it in Steve’s mind.

You got out of bed and began rummaging through the clothes strewn on the ground.

“I cannot believe you asked me to do this with your feelings involved. That was very manipulative and…” you trailed off. Did you want this? No. He messed with you. You affirmed it to yourself and picked up the rest of your clothes. “You were manipulative and this isn’t going to happen anymore. I told you I didn’t want a relationship to cloud my judgement with my missions.”

“Where are you going?” he began getting out bed, panic slightly evident in his voice.

You weren’t going to cry. But you were slightly hurt that he had a hidden agenda and that you were too stupid to not notice it. You turned to leave before he gripped your forearm.

“I know you’re angry, but you want this too.” He towered over you. The unexpected calm in his voice was unsettling.

“You’re scaring me, please let go.” He let you break out of his hold.

“FRIDAY, lock my doors and don’t open unless I say so,” he commanded.

He was beginning to chip at your resolve but you were determined to not show it. You glared at him again instead.

“FRIDAY, contact Tony and tell him Cap locked me in his room.”

He stared at you and stared back. Under the façade of toughness, you were crumbling and scared out of your mind. You didn’t want to stay and find out why he locked the door. What could he do when the entire team would question your whereabouts the next day?

The seconds stretched on before he finally spoke again. “You’re making a mistake. You want this.”

“Tony has overridden your request, Steve. Y/N, the door is now unlocked.” FRIDAY called out.

You turned and speed-walked out of the room, not turning back to look at Steve who was now lowly chuckling to himself.

He wondered if you really thought this was the end of this conversation.

You turned to your missions to help you cope with the loss of one of your best friendships. You give men a little bit of space in your life and they think you owe them the world. Worst of all, you should’ve seen this coming. Little touches, smiles that always reached his eyes and hugs that lasted a little longer they should. Not mentioning walking you to your room after training, making your breakfast and taking special care of you after a particularly difficult mission. You were truly a fool for not realizing it sooner.

Everyone is scared of something, even the Avengers. For you, it was this new side of Steve. You weren’t even sure how to act around him anymore. The relationship was on the low and not many people knew about it; Bucky knew for sure, and now, Tony must have an idea as well. Tony didn’t ask you why Cap locked you in your room. That should have been the first red flag that your teammates weren’t on your side.

You proceeded as if things were normal around Steve and he did too. There was no reason not to, right? He just acted out because of the rejection, you thought to yourself.

All the Avengers sitting down for dinner was a rare occurrence, but this particular Friday, there was a crowd in the dining room of the compound.

You were happy today. Your paperwork had been a breeze and you had a good weekend planned for yourself. Around the table, Tony, Rhodey, Thor were bickering, Clint and Nat were silently observing while Steve and Bucky were engrossed in a private conversation of their own.

“After dinner, we should play a game” Sam piped up through a mouthful. Clint snickered to himself and Sam continued.

“I’m serious, we should play truth or dare… something like that. I barely know anything about you guys, minus things like your favourite way to take a target out.”

“I think it should stay that way” Nat slightly grinned and continued eating.

“Honestly, I agree, I feel like I know nothing about you guys,” you commented, wiping your mouth and clearing your empty plate. Tony grabbed it for you and made his way to the sink. “I wasn’t aware that we were in high school. But tell you what; hide and seek would be interesting with this crowd.” Tony contemplated before finishing his thought: “Barnes and Romanoff should try to find us. That would be a kicker.”

“That sounds a lot better than truth or dare. I’m game” Nat said before getting and stretching. Bucky quietly chuckled and everyone began to clean up the table.

“So this is really happening?” Rhodey laughed as everyone made their way to the living room.

Bucky and Nat stood in front of everyone and negotiated rules. You smiled to yourself, thinking about how blessed you were to be a part of something so amazing.

“Okay then, 5 minutes to hide and 30 minutes to be found. If you’re found you have to do their paperwork for a week.” Clint finalized and everyone nodded.

“Alright, off you go,” Nat said before settling into a couch, observing everyone that scrambled off.

Thor looked lost, unsure where to go. He rarely stayed at the compound. You pointed him in the direction of the gym before racing past and making your way to your spot. There was a supply closet that you had a feeling Nat wouldn’t bother checking. Bucky knew of it, but you had a back-up escape route in mind if he decided to look there. You got to the closet and silently slipped in before sliding the door closed and settling into the corner. After a few minutes, you heard light footsteps that became louder. It hadn’t been 5 minutes yet. Whoever was coming to your spot, you were prepared to tell them to buzz off before the closet door opened to reveal Steve.

He stepped in and closed the door behind him.

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skiller0dani · 3 years

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Bad Girl| Ethan Nestor

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Ethan didn't have many rules for you, but the most important one by far was to not bother him while he's streaming.

With the two of you keeping your relationship a secret there's just too much that can go wrong. He's live so if you came into the room, people could hear, rumors could start. More than anything Ethan wants to protect you so you coming into his recording room while he's streaming is completely out of the question. Normally you respected this rule without question, it was his YouTube channel after all, so he got to call the shots. More than that however, Ethan called the shots in other aspects of your life.

When it came to the sex, he called the shots in that too. But you always did what he said, and frankly, you felt like being a bad girl.

All day you've needed him, from the very second you woke up and the gentle morning sex he'd provided wasn't nearly enough to satiate you. You still felt that uncomfortable throbbing from between your thighs, and it lingered for most of the day. Any attempt you made to get his cock resulted in a soft kiss on the head and a "sorry baby I'm too busy today."

You laid back on the couch, irked to all hell. How could Ethan not see that he was depriving you? You pushed the heel of your hands into your eyes and groaned, your pussy was damp and aching and there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it. Spencer sat happily at your feet chewing on a squeaky bone. At least one of you was happy.

You heard Ethan laugh from inside his recording room, he was currently streaming Among Us. You feel so frustrated you want to cry and when you glance at the clock you feel like crying all over again. It's only 1:30, and Ethan is only 20 minutes into his stream. Meaning at this rate Ethan won't be able to help you until later tonight. You whined to yourself, snaking your hand under the sleep shorts you were wearing. Your fingers found your clit and you began to rub small circles just like Ethan does. It does little to nothing to relieve the pounding in your core. Only Ethan can.

You stand from your spot on the couch to go grab a bottle of water, hoping that some cold water will help calm you down. You lean against the counter, sipping at the cold water when you remember the night before. Ethan had come home from filming with someone he doesn't know very well. The recording session was frustrating and he hadn't gotten any good footage, meaning the entire day was a giant waste of time. By the time Ethan had gotten back to the house he was beyond frustrated and the first thing he did was bend you over the kitchen counter and slam into you mercilessly. You feel a shudder run down your spine at the memory and you groan softly in annoyance. You're not going to survive the day like this.

You went upstairs and into your shared room with Ethan and sat on the edge of the bed, you're always such a good girl. You followed every rule and every command without too much complaint. And today Ethan told you to wait. His rule today was to be a good girl and wait for his cock until that night. But damnit you're so turned on right now you feel like you're going to combust into flames.

You don't want to be a good girl today. You feel like breaking the rules.

With a smirk you stand from the bed and creep down the hallway, nearing his recording room. Once you're stood outside the door you feel a rush of adrenaline rush through you, you've never broken this rule before. In all 12 months of your relationship with Ethan, you've never interrupted him while he's live streaming. You almost turn back but when you hear Ethan groan in annoyance it sends tingles down your spine and a fresh wave of arousal dampening your panties. Gritting your teeth you quietly open the door and watch as Ethan's surprised eyes flicker to you for a second.

You bite your lip and sink to the floor, luckily Ethan's desk doesn't have a back so you easily crawl underneath it.

Being careful not to bump the desk you slowly crawl in between Ethan's legs, and he instinctively spreads his legs wider for you. When he glances back down at you, you feel heat rush through your entire body at the angry look in his eyes. He raises a warning brow before turning back to the game and for a second you consider leaving, but the pulsing from between your legs stops you. You bite your lip and reach forward, carefully unbuttoning Ethan’s jeans and slowly pulling his zipper down.

Ethan tenses, his heart hammering in his chest as he does his best to act natural. This isn’t a regular video, he can’t edit anything out. This is being broadcasted live to nearly a million people. When he feels your dainty hands reaching into his jeans he sucks in a breath through his teeth.

“Ethan you okay?” Bob asks, unfortunately for Ethan they decided to play Among Us with proximity chat on. Ethan clears his throat, “yeah stubbed my toe.” He lies but he knows it doesn’t sound very convincing.

You wrap your hand around his hardening cock and you nearly moan when you finally free it from his jeans. The sight of it makes you even more wet then you were before, it’s hard and precumming. It’s beautiful. You lean forward instantly and wrap your lips around the head, sucking softly. Ethan clenches his jaw as he focuses all of his attention on the game in front of him. He keeps his eyes firmly on the screen because he knows if he looks at you it’s game over. Ethan would end the stream and have you bent over this desk in less than 30 seconds if he saw the beautiful sight happening under the desk.

You keep your lips wrapped around him as you suddenly take all of him in your mouth. Ethan gasps softly in surprise, and this is when he notices the comments on his stream.

Ethan flashes a smile to the camera, doing his best to pretend he doesn’t notice that every single comment is about him and not about the game. Embarrassment floods through Ethan’s body as he keeps his eyes on his monitor. You continue to slide him down your throat, and Ethan’s eyes briefly flutter shut. When one comment pops up, Ethan panics.

what’s wrong Ethan??? he looks like he’s in pain someone should tell the other people on the stream bc ethan does not look okay right now ethan are you okay?

Shit. Ethan continues to ignore the comments, when did his fan base become little detectives? You bob your head down the full length of his cock, taking him into your mouth fully. It’s becoming increasingly harder to keep the sounds quiet so that nobody notices. When you swallow around him Ethan groans softly, “fuck.”

does eef have a girl over?? ;) omg ethan’s totally getting sucked off rn ngl ethan looks super fucking hot

“Ethan?” This time it’s Mark. You pull off Ethan and smirk as you pump his cock with your hand. The arousal is coating your thighs at this point and you nearly moan out loud just thinking about what Ethan is going to do to you after this.

“Ethan I’m getting some pretty interesting comments on my stream about you,” Jack says with a teasing tone to his voice. Ethan remains quiet, he doesn’t trust himself to say anything casually. “Got some company Ethan?” Jack says causing a chorus of laughter to ensue afterwards while everyone waits for another round to start. “His silence is...suspicious.” Steven adds through the laughter.

Unable to focus any longer, Ethan releases a breath he’d been holding as he finally glances down at you. The sight before him stops him cold, you’re sitting on your knees with his cock in your mouth. Your breasts are spilling from the tight tank top you’re wearing and he can see the damp spot forming on the crotch of your shorts. His pupils blow wide as he quickly ends the stream and turns off the camera. The second he’s sure everything is shut off he pushes back from the desk and yanks you to your feet.

“You think that was funny?” Ethan growls when he sees the smirk on your face. In an instant Ethan has you pulled over his lap, “you think it was funny to suck my cock when I was live? I can’t cover any of that up baby.” Ethan says, his voice low as his hands find the waistband of your shorts.

“I need you.” You whined as he yanked your shorts down. Ethan hummed in satisfaction once he sees your glistening pussy. “Yes I can see that.” He hums, spreading your lips apart so he can look at you better.

“I just fucked you this morning baby girl, you couldn’t wait? I’m pretty sure I told you to wait until tonight.” He says, the dominance beginning to seep into his tone. You moaned in delight when you feel Ethan spank you hard. “I couldn’t wait Ethan, I needed you now.” You explain, with a pout on your face.

“Now all my friends know what a dirty girl you are, and now so do all my fans as well. We aren’t going to be a secret anymore baby, you just outed us.” Ethan explains, his fingertips brushing through your folds. You whine desperately as you try to grind back into his hand, but he pulls away. “It was time baby, oh my god Ethan please just fuck me please.” You plead shamelessly.

Ethan continues to rub the globes of your ass as you moan and wriggle in his lap, “hm I’m not sure you deserve it now baby. You didn’t listen to me, I’m not sure you deserve my cock anymore.” He says, a small smirk on his face when he sees the look of pure desperation cross onto your face. “No Ethan please, I’ll listen now. I-I will I promise baby!” Ethan taps on your hip, signaling you to stand. Once your stood in front of him you moan again, you’ve never seen him look sexier then he does right now.

His hair is messy and his chest his heaving, but the best part is between his legs. His cock is hard and his legs are spread wide, and the heated look Ethan is giving you makes you want to melt into the floor. “Go wait for me in our room.” Is all Ethan says, and you immediately scramble out of the room and down to hall to yours and Ethan’s bedroom. You sit on the bed and anxiously wait for him, your entire body buzzing in anticipation. When 10 agonizing minutes pass Ethan finally opens the door, his jeans still opened. “I’ve thought of a fitting punishment for you Princess.”

Ethan walks to his side of the bed before sitting down, pulling you to stand in front of him. “Since you don’t seem to like my rules, why don’t you be in charge then baby?” Your heart sinks, and you immediately shake your head.

“But I love it when you’re in control, I love following your rules.” You argue but Ethan shakes his head with a teasing smile on his face.

“I seem to have lost my authority, you don’t listen to me anymore baby. So you try being in charge, tell me what to do.” Ethan reaches forward and yanks you towards him. You fall against his chest, your lips a hairs length from him, “boss me around.” He whispers and you swallow a thick lump in your throat. You stand again, feeling anxious and unsure of what to do. Normally Ethan tells you what to do, but he just relinquished all control to you and you already hate it.

Ethan watches with knowing eyes, he knows already that you have no idea what to do. “Well? What do you want me to do baby?” Ethan asks, watching the blush crawl up your neck and tint the edges of your ears. You tremble, “um...I-” you feel your throat close as tears well in your eyes. In a second Ethan is pulling you into his arms, smoothing your hair down and pressing kisses to your head. You melt into his embrace while he mumbles loving words into your hair. “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to upset you.” Ethan whispers, pressing soft kisses to your head.

“Is that how you felt on the stream? Embarrassed?” You ask hesitantly and to your dismay, Ethan nods.

“Kinda, but it’s okay baby.” You lean up to press a kiss to his lips.

“I’ve learned my lesson, I promise. I know why you make those rules now.” You say softly and Ethan brushes hair out of your face with a small smile. “Can you be in charge again?” Instead of answering Ethan flashes you a smile before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Lay down baby.” In an instant the heat floods through your body again as you scramble to lay down on the bed. Ethan stands and swiftly yanks his shirt over his head, and motions for you to do the same. Sitting up you quickly pull your shirt off, watching as Ethan kicks his jeans and boxers off as well. Ethan hovers over you, and you feel his cock nudging at your entrance and in an instant you spread your legs wider for him. Ethan slides just the head of his cock into you and he stills. You wriggle your hips, “Ethan please,” You beg in a gasp.

Cupping your cheeks, Ethan turns your head to look him in the eyes. “No more bothering me while I’m live got it?” He says and you nod instantaneously. With one sharp thrust, Ethan slides the rest of the way in and both of you release a moan. Pressing his lips to yours he begins to thrust into you and you feel the heat building already. You wrap your legs around him, locking your ankles behind his back as he slowly picks up speed. Ethan pulls out, “bend over.” He gasps and you move to bend over the bed, already missing the stretch his cock provided. As soon as you’re bent over in front of him, Ethan grasps your hips and thrusts back into you.

Your face is pressed into the bed as you cry out softly, Ethan slamming into you again and again. “Fucking took my dick in your mouth in front of the entire world, you’re lucky they only saw me. If anyone else saw how beautiful you look with a cock in your mouth I think I’d lose my mind.” Ethan growls and you can only moan in response as your fists twist the sheets in your hands. You feel the coil in your abdomen winding tighter and tighter and when Ethan reaches around your body to softly pinch your clit you’re crying out and convulsing around him, leading him to his orgasm as well. You collapse against the bed and Ethan rubs a hand up and down your back before gently pulling out with a wince.

He helps you into bed and lays down next to you, pulling your bare body against his chest. “I’m sorry I embarrassed you.” You say softly, but Ethan merely presses a kiss to your lips.

“Only a little, I couldn’t be bothered too much I mean you were sucking my dick. Doesn’t get better than that.” Ethan shrugs, causing you to blush. You sit up when Ethan stands from the bed, reaching around for his clothes.

“Now if your unusually high sex drive has been fully satisfied, I have some explaining to do.” Ethan teases, causing you to giggle. With a kiss to your sweaty forehead Ethan is exiting the room, and you lay back against the bed with the widest smile stretched across your face.

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streetlight11 · 3 years

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Birthday Gift

Summary: If you told your younger self 4 years ago that you would be in a happy, long distance relationship with someone who lives miles away from you up till today, your younger self would have laughed at you. But here you are, 4 years later, happy and totally in love with the boy you met online after he randomly followed you on social media. But you've never once met him in person. On your 24th birthday, you were getting a birthday gift that you never thought you would receive so soon.

Theme: long distance relationship au, strangers to lovers

Genre: super fluffy

WC: 2k

Pairing: Bae Jacob x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hello! This has been in my drafts for quite a bit so here it is. This fic is too too fluffy, even for me who wrote this. Cobie is such a sweetheart, I can't-... Anyways, I hope you like this as much as I enjoy writing it! :)

Being in a long distance relationship is difficult as it needs to have a huge amount of trust, understanding, discipline and a lot of reassurance. However, despite all the fights you may have due to miscommunications and most of the time just lack of physical affection, you still cherish and love your boyfriend very much. You met your boyfriend online as he added you on social media a few years back. You clicked on his profile only to see that he lived in South Korea.

He looks to be a professional dancer and also a full time student in one of the colleges there. Not to mention, super good looking too. However, you weren’t really expecting anything at that point of time only because you don’t really believe in long distance relationships. You’ve always thought it might be hard and that it will never last.

So you just accepted his request and followed him back. The next day, you were in class when you got a DM from someone. And since you rarely got a DM from any guys, you were surprised to see his username pop up.

You clicked the message after about 10 minutes or so to see what he texted you, thinking he was just another weirdo who wants to scam you.

His message said;

“Hello! I saw your account and I really love your content. I’m sorry if this is too weird. I understand if you don’t wish to reply.”

With that, you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as you didn’t know why but you began to type your reply, “Haha thank you! That’s so nice of you to say that.” You hit the send button and a few minutes later, he replied. That’s when you began to chat with him for quite a while before he asked.

“I’m so sorry, where have my manners gone? I’m Bae Joon Young but you can just call me Jacob. And you are?”

You replied to him with a smile as your fingers tapped against your smartphone, “I’m Y/F/N but you can call me Y/N.”

Ever since then, you have been chatting with him over DMs for quite a while, just to see if you can sort of trust and be comfortable with him or not. It took you almost 5 months to finally add him in your kakao talk.

Both of you have already done both voice and video call which means you already knew how each other looked and you seemed to have grown your trust in him. Jacob seemed like a genuine guy as you found out that he was your age internationally. Months became years and both of you have already introduced your partners to your parents.

However, at first, your parents weren’t too sure about this whole long distance relationship thing. But they didn’t want to disappoint you so instead of asking you to break up and find a local guy, they let you carry on with this relationship if you believe that it would work. Surprisingly, it took your parents less than a month to get warm with Jacob as they finally got comfortable every time he video calls you.

It has been 4 years since you two agreed to pursue this long distance relationship as it marks your 4th anniversary today. You were just lounging in your room when Jacob decided to skype call you through his desktop.

You accepted the call as he smiled adorably into the camera and waved to you, making you giggle as you waved back. “Happy anniversary baby.” Jacob said.

“Happy anniversary my love. Where are you?” You asked.

“I’m in my dorm. Younghoon’s out with our friends.”

“Why aren’t you with them?” You pout.

“I wanted to celebrate our anniversary.”

“Baby, you didn’t have to, you could have called me after.”

“Don’t you want to see me?” He asked sadly.

“Of course I do. It’s just… I feel like I might be the reason why you may not hang out with your friends as often as you do.”

“Baby, listen to me. I’m so lucky to have you as my girlfriend, dang am I lucky to have you reply to my message 4 years ago. I never thought that we could actually last this long but hey, look at us now.” You smiled as you looked down at your hands, only to look back up and see him pout.

“I love you so much, you know that right? And I can never ask for someone to replace you.” He said, making you sigh.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” You asked softly, making him chuckle.

“How I wish I could enter my computer screen and just hug you and kiss you.” He whispered, making you smile sadly, knowing that could never happen, or at least it wouldn’t happen any time soon. You continue talking to him until you fall asleep, making him chuckle softly at your figure. Looking at you through his monitor screen endearingly.

“Goodnight my sweetheart.” He said those last words softly before he ended the call.

Days slowly became weeks and it was the same routine again and again but neither of you were getting bored or tired from it. He would always reassure you that he still loves you and that he would never hurt your feelings in any possible way. It was your birthday that day and your parents had booked a restaurant for you to celebrate and have your birthday dinner with your family, like how it has always been for the past few years.

It would be you, both your parents, your elder sister and her husband along with your 5 years old niece.

You chose to wear a white floral blouse with a pair of denim jeans as you paired it with your heeled sandals. You were in the car with your parents, on your way to the restaurant when Jacob voice called you.

“Hello?” He said.

“Hi Love.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m heading to a restaurant with my family for my birthday dinner. What about you?”

“Oh wow. Where to, this time? I’m just out with the boys.”

“I honestly don’t know. They didn’t tell me.” You laughed as your mother then smiled and spoke up from the front passenger seat.

“Hello dear. How are you sweetie?”

With that, you scooted to the centre of the back seat and put your call on speaker mode. Just then, you heard Jacob respond. “Hello Ma’am, I’m doing well. I wish I could be there to celebrate with all of you.” Jacob said, making you smile sadly as your parents let out a soft chuckle.

“It’s okay son, one of these days, you’ll get to meet our daughter and us.” Your dad said as you could already hear a smile etching on Jacob’s lips.

“Yes sir. I hope so.” Your boyfriend said before you giggled as you turned the speaker mode back off before bringing your phone to your ears. “Hmm, babe I think we’re here. I’ll call you again after dinner okay?” You said into the line.

“It’s okay baby. Don’t worry. Have fun tonight. I love you.”

“I love you too…” You paused for a moment as he waited for you to continue.

“I miss you Jacob.” You couldn’t help but whisper as a tear rolled down your cheek, making him frown.

“Baby please don’t cry. Promise me you won’t cry.” He said, making you nod as you sniffled your cries.

“I’ll try.” You said as you then bid him goodbye before ending the call.

Your sister had already arrived as you and your parents went to the front entrance where a waiter was waiting. Your dad told him that they’ve already made a reservation under your dad’s name as the waiter checked his list and soon smiled at the three of you. “Right this way.” The waiter said as he soon guided you towards the back of the restaurant where there were private rooms with opaque curtains to block the view of those sitting inside.

You were walking last as you texted your boyfriend in the process.

Once you were at the booth, your dad asked you to enter first, in which you got confused but nonetheless did as you were told. However, the minute you pushed the curtains open, your eyes immediately landed on the one person sitting at the very end of the table nearest to the entrance.

You felt your whole body freeze as you couldn’t find the right words. He was there, right in front of you, in one piece. It was him. It was your boyfriend. He was really there physically. You couldn’t believe this.

“Wha- I- When… Omg… Omg…” You whispered as everyone laughed, only for Jacob to chuckle as he got up, making you feel so flustered.

“Happy Birthday my love.” He said, as he walked up to you but you were still frozen in shock.

“Surprise!” Your family said in unison happily.

You locked eyes with Jacob as he engulfed you in a hug. That’s when you began to bawl your eyes out against his shoulder as you could finally feel his arms around your body, holding you tight as though he was afraid of losing you. Jacob laughed softly as he let you cry into his shoulder, while he gently rubs soothing circles in your back to calm you down.

You had your arms wrapped around his waist securely, afraid that if you let go, he would disappear. “Shh, don’t cry baby. Don’t cry.” He whispered in your ear, only for you to cry harder. He laughed even more as your mother and sister were already tearing up at the side.

You pull away from him as he gently wipes your tears with his thumbs. “You’re here… You’re actually here…” You whispered, your breath shaky as he nodded, cupping your face softly in his hands. “Yes love. I’m here. I’m really here.” Jacob said, making you pout. Still unable to believe this was real.

Jacob smiled widely as he pulled you into a hug again, only for you to bury your face in his chest, feeling him draw lazy patterns into your waist. After nearly 30 minutes of you holding onto him and being in your own little bubble, the 7 of you finally settled down to celebrate your birthday dinner. After dinner was over, your parents offered Jacob to stay over at your family home for the next two weeks that he is staying here in your country before he flies back to Korea.

Jacob thanked your parents for letting him stay over as you couldn’t stop holding his hand. The way his hands fit in yours so perfectly as he showered you with so much love and warmth, just like how he did through all the video calls and texts.

That night when everyone had gone home, your parents knew that you probably wanted to spend time with him so they let him sleep in your room.

After both of you had already changed and were getting ready for bed, he pulled you onto his side as you rested your head on his chest. Jacob hugs you close as you tighten your grasp on his shirt. “What’s wrong?” He asked as he glanced down a little.

“I’m just so happy you’re here. I still need time to process this information.” You confessed.

Jacob chuckled softly as he whispered, “I’m really happy to be able to finally see you in person. This means so much to me.”

“Me too.”

Just then, the room fell quiet as you just looked into each other’s eyes, seeing the sparkles coating both your pupils as he gently caressed your cheek. Right at that moment, Jacob seemed to read your mind as he gently pulled you up a little. Without much words, Jacob decides to ask the one question that both of you had in mind.

“Can I kiss you?”

With that, you smiled shyly as you nodded. Jacob smiles in victory as he leans down softly to finally feel your soft lips on his and it has never felt so magical. Both of you took in this new feeling as he kissed you sweetly.

You spent the next two weeks with him, just making the most of your time. A month after he went back to Korea, it was your turn to give him a surprise visit as you managed to book a flight to Korea, asking for Jacob’s help to fetch you at the airport and bring you over to his apartment.

You stayed with Jacob for two days before surprising Jacob for his birthday party. Jacob did such a good job at taking care of you and making sure that you weren’t lost in Korea.

Despite the long distance, it definitely made you two grow stronger and gain even more trust in one another. It was a blessing in disguise that you accepted his request 4 years ago.

And you regretted none of it.

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weareallstoriesintheend · 3 years

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Promises (Reader x Zemo)

Zemo and his guard make their escape

Word Count: 3,395

Warnings: Violence. Part 2 of the Escape Series, Here is Part 1 Zemo Tag List: @lucky-luck-lucky @neoarchipelago @mrs-mischief-209 @londoninamerica

“This is a terrible fucking idea” You kept Zemo close behind you as you rounded the tight corner, the deafening sound of the alert alarm had started blasting the second someone realised a prisoner was no longer in their cell. You’d tried your best to get as far through the plan as possible but part of this involved trusting him to get you both out of here and something irritating in the back of your mind was making you doubt that decision. The corridor was in darkness except for cuts of light from the small windows high up towards the ceiling - sunrise was almost over. “Well I hate to inform you my dear but I’m just following your plan” Zemo whispered back, following closely at your heels as you both half walked, half ran down the corridor. “Also, may I add, you look beautiful in this light”

“Shut up” you hissed.

The alarms blaring in the corridors were making your heart pound almost as loudly. You were running out of time, you know you’d planned this down to the last second but this was reckless in the best of circumstances. The Raft was no normal prison; it was a prison for enhanced persons which meant security was tighter and much less likely to fail. Early morning was your choice due to the lack of guards around on each floor; you’d made it so that you were on inspection duty again. Due to the limited prisoners things had gotten lazy around here and you figured you could only make this work to your advantage. It was going well, it was perfect even. You’d given up trying to avoid cameras as you ran down the service corridor towards a blind spot you knew existed that would give you a moments respite ready for the final step. You would bet money on the fact they knew it was you doing this so as much you were aiming to get himout it was also imperative to get yourself out too. Who else would it be? It was Zemo and there was only one person in this whole place who would want to break his cocky ass out and that was you.

“Your friend better show up” you whispered through gritted teeth trying to steady your breathing.

“He will” Zemos breathing was just as fast but his face remained stoic. He watched you when he thought you were looking, curious eyes scanning your face. You presumed he was calculating how best to get rid of you when he was out of this place but you were doing this to give him the benefit of the doubt. Much like everyone else The Raft housed he was here because he thought he was doing the right thing. Everything he did was for his family and you couldn’t help but feel for that side of him. The man who kept his promises.

You rifled through the backpack you were carrying and handed him a pair of dark jeans and a black hoodie to change into “Wear this; I’m not walking you around wearing that uniform”. He smiled taking them from you instantly pulling the top of his prison uniform over his head; you hastily diverted your eyes. Both of you were huddled in an enclosed part of the corridor to stay out of sight of anyone who may come searching, a great choice for safety. However this also meant that, despite the fact you diverted your eyes, you could feel his bare skin brushing against your arms as he moved to change.

“I’ve had guards watching me use the bathroom for months dear one, do you really think I’m concerned by you seeing me change?” he chuckled quietly before handing you his discarded clothes, “Also how did you know my sizes?” he asked adjusting the hoodie that sat perfectly across his shoulders.

“I read your file” you shrugged. Your phone beeped in your pocket, the message simply read ‘On the roof’

You grabbed Zemo by the scruff of the hoodie and pulled him closer “Do exactly as I tell you, got it?”

He nodded “Of course, a woman in charge is simply irresistible”

You scoffed and started dragging him along the service corridor. There was an access point to the roof along here that stupidly sat in a complete blind spot from the cameras. Your heart dropped into your stomach as you heard a clear, ringing gunshot behind you “Stop right there” You sighed, knowing the gruff tones of your superior officer anywhere; you raised your hands mockingly and spun in place on your heels staring him down. Zemo followed your motions throwing you a quick, indiscernible look before his back was turned to you. “Of course it would be you. You and your boyfriend better keep your hands up where I can see them” “David listen – “ he cut you off by firing another warning shot. “Shut up” he shouted, voice reverberating off the metal walls. He reached up and spoke into the radio that was clipped to his shoulder. “Did you bring what I told you too?” Zemo whispered over his shoulder. You stuttered, your brain was going at 30 miles an hour and it was hard to keep yourself on point. You knew exactly what he was talking about; you could feel the metal of it pressing into your back. “Yes but no, you can’t” you mumbled, your eyebrows raised in panic as Zemo turned to you. You internally rolled your eyes at how surprised you felt by his calmness, it was like you’d forgotten who he was.

“I said don’t move” you heard David shout, another warning shot hitting the roof. You flinched and urged Zemo turn around with wide eyes.

“It’s now or never. Do you trust me?” Zemo asked simply.

You paused, searching his face for any sign of deception. Sighing you lowered your arms, you blocked out the frantic shouting from David as best you could by keeping your eyes trained on Zemos. You could see David in your periphery with his gun raised; you slipped your hands behind your back and under your shirt. You pulled out the weapon you’d been given by Zemos friend and slotted it into his hands.

Before you could blink Zemo spun with the gun raised. You had expected him simply to shoot but he began walking slowly forward towards David, you panicked and your feet stumbled after him. He shot one hand back firmly to stop you before returning it to its steady position holding the gun.

“Stop right there Zemo” David shouted, his gun also raised and trained on Zemo who was steadily still walking towards him. You could see Davids confused panic matching your own.

You shuffled on your feet wanting to shout out to him to stop, did he have a death wish?! Then you remembered the story he’d told you about Siberia and your heart pounded harder. He’d held a gun in his hand then too but you certainly don’t have the bulletproof Blank Panther armour to stop him this time. ‘Please tell me he’s not going to commit suicide by cop and just leave me here’ you thought to yourself, begging to the voice inside your own head. David was practically screaming instructions, ranting demands in his confusion at Zemos steely defiance. Then before you could ascertain what happened Zemo fired a shot. David dropped – it was that quick. Mere seconds. Blood oozed slowly out onto the cold concrete floor and you stared half in shock.

“You know for a man who was always so hot on officers wearing protective uniforms you’d think he’d a least wear a scrap of armour himself” you whispered, thinking out loud. As Zemo reached you once more you tsk’d and smacked his chest hard “Don’t show off like that again!” He chuckled and tucked the gun into the back of his jeans. Pushing his hair back he then gestured to the laddered stairs that lead to the roof, “After you” You made your way to clamber up the ladder, “Don’t stare at my ass!”

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As you reached the roof the helicopter blades were already going, winds blasted you both causing your hair to swirl in front of your face. You watched Zemo greet the pilot with a small wave and he began walking forward towards the open helicopter door. For some reason it was at this moment your body froze. Your hair whipped your face and you struggled to stay in place with the force of the winds but you couldn’t move your feet. You’d given up everything, just like that – he’d somehow convinced you to give up everything for him. There was no way to come back from this, not one single way.

You wanted to scream at yourself for being stupid or naive but you couldn’t help yourself - you trusted him. You didn’t understand how or why but you did; something about him made you want to follow him to the ends of the earth and never look back. If someone asked for an explanation you wouldn’t have the words and that was a strangely beautiful notion to you.

Something told you he was a good man; despite his past and all he had done he was a good man. He had murdered, tortured and maimed but to you he was a lost soul who needed company. A man who had lost everything and fought like hell to keep one simple promise.

He shouted your name over the whirring blades, you looked up to see he had stopped also and he was running back to you, crouched low to avoid getting hit.

“Second thoughts?” he asked as he got close enough to you to lower his voice, a small smile played on his lips. You shook your head but didn’t speak. He stepped closer to you again, almost toe to toe “I apologise about your friend”

“H-he wasn’t a friend”

“Then why did you stop?”

You opened and closed your mouth stupidly, like a fish gasping for air, but no words came out. You felt him cautiously put his hands on your upper arms, running his thumbs over your skin.

“I promised I would protect you, you deserve a life outside of this prison as I do” You noticed that despite the strength of his Sokovian accent it was also calm and delightful in its gravelly tone. You found it almost comforting listening to the way he formed his words so delicately.

That was the moment you realised it wasn’t that you didn’t believe him, as he spoke you trusted what he was saying, you trusted he wasn’t lying. It wasn’t Zemo that had made you stop.

“It’s just… this is the first time I’ve been in fresh air in 9 months”

His eyebrows rose in surprise at your admission before his face softened, he reached up and ran the backs of his fingers down your cheek. He didn’t speak but took your hand and pulled just a little. You staggered on your feet but followed, he placed his hand softly on the back of your head as you both moved together to keep you low and out of harm.

He stepped in first, speaking in Sokovian to the pilot whom he called Oeznik. Scrambling in behind him you gathered your backpack between your feet. You sat huddled against him as a deep shiver wracked through your body. He looked down with sympathy set behind his eyes and leaned his arm across your shoulder. You leaned forward out of his touch suddenly and bent down for your bag.

“I apologise, I didn’t mean too-“ he began hesitantly, afraid that he’d offended you with his physical affection, but you stopped him by sitting up and placing a small plastic wrapped package into his lap.

“What is this?” he asked curiously, turning it over in his hands before unravelling the wrapping slightly. Small hard multi-coloured candies tumbled out into his waiting palm.

“Turkish Delight. You said your son liked them.” you blushed at your own words, embarrassed at the familiarity you showed him and you were unable to hold his eye contact as you continued “I thought it would a comforting introduction back into the world”

He unwrapped a sweet and popped it into his mouth, he closed his eyes and a soft smile spread across his face. You watched him for a second before he opened his eyes; you gave him a shy unsure look before he leant in and placed a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you milaya”

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“Holy shit” you whispered under your breath.

The room he led you into was expansive, he’d told you this was one of his homes in the area but the place looked like a palace inside. Everything was adorned in deep ornate gold tones with rich ruby and burnt orange colours intertwined. The ceilings were impossibly high and housed a huge crystal chandelier that twinkled in the beaming sunlight that came through large elaborate windows at the back of the room. The floors under your feet were intricate mosaic tile and you suddenly felt the need to tread a little lighter in your heavy boots.

“Impressive isn’t it?” he smirked; he gesticulated to a rack of clothes that was against one wall. “You need to change, pick anything you like” and with that statement he disappeared behind a curtain. He was still sort of visible to you, ruffling around in what you presumed were his own clothes.

“So what, I break you out of prison and you give me a dress? Seems like a fair deal” you said sarcastically, voice raised so he could hear you.

“No, you break me out of prison and I give you the life I promised you. If you want it” he shouted back.

“You’ll be on the run for the rest of your born days Zemo. What life?!” that panic had set back in again now you were out in the real world. Your fingers tapped against your thighs and you stared around you wide eyed. This was all so overwhelming.

“Exactly. We can go wherever, whenever. We’ll stay in the shadows and live how we want too”

He appeared from behind the curtain, he was now dressed cleanly in fresh black jeans and an aubergine purple turtleneck. He draped a fur collared coat around his shoulders and extended his arms “You like it?” he grinned at your staring.

You swallowed hard and nodded. He looked expensive and far out of your league. As you absentmindedly smoothed rich silk materials between your fingers you suddenly remembered you’d run away with a Baron. The teasing smirk still played on his lips as he approached you, he traced down your arm watching the way his touch raised goosebumps on your skin.

“You think people are just going to let you go? The Raft will be looking for you. The Wakandans! You think they are just going to let this slide?”

He shushed you and pushed hair out of your eyes “What I said was no lie, you deserve a life and I’m going to give it to you. A woman as skilled and beautiful as you deserves to show off no?”

You swallowed again, nodding gingerly at his words trying to convince yourself more than him to calm down and trust him.

“Why am I picking out dresses?” you asked quietly, noticing you were still slipping silk material through your fingers that belonged to the beautiful dresses far beyond your pay grade.

“We’re going out” he said matter of factly, walking across the room and pouring himself something from the decanter on the side.

“We can’t go out!” you protested frantically, abandoning your dress choices and scurrying after him. You grabbed him by the forearm of his free arm and gripped him tightly.

“I’ll only take you to places where I know you will be safe. Let me show you freedom” he whispered, leaning close to your face. Whispers of whatever golden brown liquid he was drinking filled your nostrils and you exhaled the breath you had been holding. He put the glass down and spun you so your back was against his chest, his breath ghosted over your exposed neck and you resisted the urge to shiver. He directed your body towards the wrack of clothes and brought his lips to your ear, “Plus any chance to see you out of that guards uniform would be a blessing”

You tutted and wriggled out of his grasp, rolling your eyes at him over your shoulder before turning away hiding a blushing smile.

You hummed to yourself, pushing clothes back and forth on the rack before you pulled out a wine red dress, admiring its beauty. The red was deep against your pale skin, the feeling of the silk was like butter and the thought of it brushing your upper thighs made you tremble.

Like he could read your mind Zemo had walked quietly behind you and placed a hand lightly against your thigh, brushing his fingers with just a little pressure. His voice at your ear snapped you out of the trance “It will suit you”

You took the dress, grabbing a pair of shoes, and sauntered behind the curtain. Gingerly starting to remove your clothes that were sticking to you with sweat you thought about how you could probably do with a shower but something told you there was no time. Your body was thrumming with anxiety, your first night of freedom from that place – for the both of you – and mostly you wanted to relax and enjoy Zemos company. Talking to him without bullet proof glass and steel bars between you seemed like bliss in your head. The thought of getting to brush his hair back as he spoke, like you had thought of doing so many times, made your fingertips tingle. But you were still fighting back a nervous tremble that shook your entire body, was this going too far? Was it too soon? He could sense your anxiety from behind the curtain as you moved quietly but hastily so he spoke up, voice soft “I mean it, you are mine. I keep safe what is mine” You poked your head out from behind the curtain holding the gold shoes you were about to slip on; you raised a stern eyebrow at his presumption that you were ‘his’. He smiled, playfully trying to peek behind the curtain but you pulled it up to cover yourself “You know what I mean” he said.

You giggled and pulled the curtain back fully, watching his eyes drift down your figure as you smoothed the silk of the dress over your curves self-consciously and bent to fasten the shoes, “I know” you said with a soft smile.

He guided you closer to him with light hands, just the cautious tips of his fingers creating a tantalising pressure on your hips, “You look simply ravishing” he gushed; accent accentuating the low gravel of his voice. You simpered and shook your head, he tsk’d at your defiance “You do, a princess!”

You openly laughed this time, pushing against his chest teasingly “Shut up”

He smiled with you, refusing to let go of your hips and pulling you back, the heels of your shoes clicked quietly on the tile floor as you stumbled closer to him raising your hands to press against his chest to steady yourself. He drifted his hands up your body, caressing you through the thin fabric of your dress, eyes studying every inch of you. His fingers linked gently into your hair, massaging ever so lightly against your scalp and you sighed closing your eyes for just a split second. Suddenly you felt lips press against yours; you gasped and he took that chance to deepen the kiss just a little. You whimpered softly and your fingers tightened their grasp on his clothes before sliding down to wrap around his waist as you melted against him. This wasn’t a moment for hot and heavy; it was affectionate and shy – a delicate exploration of something new, terrifying and captivating. As you felt him lean slightly back from you your eyes fluttered open, body protesting his momentary retreat.

“I keep my promises” he whispered against your lips.

“I know you do”

#mcu #mcu fic #marvel #marvel fic #helmut zemo #baron zemo #zemo x reader #zemo x ofc #baron zemo x reader #zemo x you #zemo fluff #zemo fanfic #oeznik #zemo angst #baron zemo fic #zemo #falcon and winter solider series #falcon and winter soldier #tfatws

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cosplayingwitch · 3 years

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Costumes?

Newest thing I've written. Probably sucks. Yet here it is. I've only proofread it once, so there's probably mistakes. Oh, and the ending definitely sucks, but I couldn't find a better ending that made sense.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/fem!reader

Other Characters: no other characters specified, though there are two implied at the end. Oh, and the characters they're dressing up as too, but those are just characters in this universe too

Warnings: none- pure fluff!

Summary: Wanda makes you go out to dinner the night before a comic con/costume contest when you're still working. Little does she know that you have a surprise for her in the morning.

Word Count: Not quite 1k

A/N: This was started before my own costume competition last weekend and finished today. (Not as Elsa, but the hand-beading-sucks thing still applies.) Also, this was written in a first-person style (which I found I like better than the other styles I've been trying.)

A/N 2: I also reference the reader having powers. That goes nowhere and we never find out what they are. You decide what they are yourself.

“You’re coming out to dinner tonight and that’s final.” Wanda said, exasperated by my stubborn insistence on staying home.

“But the comic con and contest is tomorrow and my costume isn’t done. If I go out to dinner with you I know I’ll probably lose more time than I can afford to. Though I would appreciate some takeout.” I said, still being my very stubborn self.

“No, you’re going out before you go insane. You have five minutes before I force you out the door. Besides, I can always help you when we get home.”

“I can’t let you help. I know you’ll use your powers and that’s cheating.”

“Five. Minutes.”

I guess it was my fault that I didn’t listen to her. Five minutes later my project slid itself off my lap and my body began to move itself.

“You wouldn’t!” I yelled at Wanda.

“Well obviously I am. Now. It’s your choice if you get dressed to go out or leave in your pajamas.”

“Still not fair! I thought we agreed, no using powers on each other!”

“And I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t let yourself get consumed by this costume project of yours. After the last one you could barely use your hands for a week.”

She had a point there. And that’s also not counting the three days it took to get all the dye from the body paint off. Or the hot glue burns. Not the point.

Wanda let me have control of my body again and I choose to get dressed before she makes me leave in pajamas.

Maybe this will make her a little less upset at my plan for tomorrow?

Because I’m like 70% sure she’ll hate it, and 30% sure she won’t even agree to it. And yet, I’m trying anyway. I don’t know why, but I am.

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We end up at our favorite little pizza place a few blocks away.

“This sooo could have been takeout.” I say, still a little upset that I’m even out to dinner right now instead of working.

“No. Takeout would mean you would ignore your food until it was cold so you could ‘finish one last thing’” Wanda says the last part with air quotes.

She knows me too well. That is absolutely something I’ve done before. And probably will do again, if I’m honest.

“Hey, Wanda! Hey, Y/N! The usual?” Angie asks from behind the counter.

(We’ve definitely been here too much if she knows our names.)

Wanda answers before I can. “Yeah. But add some of those fried cheese sticks y/n loves so much.”

“We don’t-” I start to object. I usually don’t get those unless I’ve had a particularly stressful day and she knows that.

“No. If you decide not to eat them, I will. But the last few days you’ve put yourself under a lot of stress, even if you won’t admit it. So cheese sticks are in order.”

God they were so good. Maybe going out to dinner was a good idea?

I mean, I was probably going to be up until midnight anyway. Why did I decide to hand bead things again? Worst decision I’ve made in a while.

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In the morning, I wanted to kick my own ass for staying up that late when I knew I had to get up early. At least I finished it, I reminded myself.

As I woke up Wanda, she complained and tried to swat me away.

“You’re the one who has to get dressed all fancy. I don’t, so I’m sleeping until we need to leave.” She said, groggily.

“So…” I began. “About that. You’re dressing up with me this time.”

Her eyes shot open.

“Um, what? Since when?”

“Since we watched Frozen and you fell in love with it. I knew I had to do something with that.”

“Please tell me I’m not supposed to dress up as the snowman.”

I was expecting her to fight against the idea a bit more than this. So far so good.

“No. I figured with your hair you’d be an excellent Anna. You don’t even have to wear a wig, really.”

“Let me guess, you’ll be Elsa?”

“Why else would I have been hand-beading something for two weeks, giving myself carpal tunnel?”

Honestly, I’d been planning on doing matching costumes for a while now, I just hadn’t decided until movie night three months ago. While dressing as sisters wasn’t 100% ideal, I thought including a movie she loved would get her to agree to the plan.

I also got lucky when the dress fit Wanda well- after all, a surprise meant no fittings and adjustments.

“See! You look beautiful in this dress!” I told her as she looked in the mirror.

“You got lucky this time, y/n. I’ll go. Next time I get to pick out the costumes.”

Next time I get to pick out the costumes.

What the hell.

Does that mean we’ll be doing this again?

“Did I mention I may have entered the costume contest in the group division?”

Wanda about spit her breakfast out.

“I have to get up on a stage. Dressed like this. No.”

“What if I told you that I may have roped someone else in too? As Kristoff?”

“Who? I may agree if someone else will humiliate themselves like I am.” She insisted

“First off, you’re not going to humiliate yourself. You have me, I’ve done these before. Never won one yet, but I’ve still been on the stage before.”

“And second, I can’t tell you because there’s still a 50% chance he won’t even show up.”

(Though there was also a miniscule chance he’d be bringing his own someone along in an Olaf costume I sent him a link to a week ago. He made no guarantees though.)

--End--

A/N 3: So have an idea who the implied characters are, but I decided to leave you all as clueless about it as Wanda. Bonus points if you can guess.

#fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #fluff #pure fluff #costumes #Frozen

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atinydise · 4 years

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Ateez slapping their s/o’s butt or whistling at them

❦ Genre: Fluff/Suggestive.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 15k.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

HONGJOONG

“Don’t do it... don’t do it...” repeated Hongjoong once again. You stared at him, “don’t do what weirdo?” “Nothing, just thinking out loud.” You gave him a look saying, “okay whatever” and then continued to tidy your wardrobe. Hongjoong was totally immersed by your butt in this sporty shirt you were wearing. It was not the first time you showed skin like this, in fact he wasn’t even shook because you’ve been intimate before. But he ignored why this short has this effect on him. “Where this short is coming from?” He shyly asked. “Hum... I don’t know I found in my old stuff why? Isn’t it cute?” You faced the mirror, looking at your reflection. “It’s cute. I just never saw it before.” “Stop staring at me like you are liking an ice cream and go back to your work.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “Yes, you right...” he sighed. Hongjoong couldn’t help it. Just before leaving the room and almost ran toward you and slapped loudly but nicely your butt. You puffed at this action, “Kim Hongjoong! Since when are you slapping your girlfriend’s ass like that?” “Since this short looks too good on you!” He shouted before closing the door. He sighed of relief, “aaah it feels good.”

SEONGHWA

You went to a Festival with the group. It was a special event in South Korea and you really wanted to go there, at least once. For the occasion, you wore a nice dress a little bit shorter from what you usually wear but it was okay. "When Seonghwa is joining us?" Asked Wooyoung. "He's probably on his way here. He needed to finish his individual schedule first." You looked at the time on your phone. "I really want to win this big plushie!" Interrupted San, pointing at a big fox. "Don't you think you have enough plushies San?" You giggled. He stared at you coldly. "You and Seonghwa might get along really well..." "Come on, this big plushie won't even fit in your room." "And what about the living-room?" he suggested. "Bring this there and I throw your stuff out of the dorm." Claimed Hongjoong, walking next to you. You were about to laugh at San's face, but you heard someone whistling behind you. You instantly wanted to punch who did this, but when you saw your boyfriend with a wide smile on his face, you couldn't help but to melt a little bit more for him. "I was about to punch you!" you kissed his cheek. "Yes, I was scared to come back home with a black eye." He replied. "You are gorgeous." He complimented you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “But don’t do it again,” you said seriously. “It’s not polite to do this to a lady.” “Yes Ma’am.”

YUNHO

Even if you told him that he would be bored because you would be cleaning your entire apartment, Yunho insisted on spending some time with you. He came in the morning around 10AM, you were already cleaning the kitchen. All the dishes were spread out everywhere, waiting to be washed as well. "Hi babe," you greeted him. "You look in a good mood for someone who usually doesn't like to clean." He giggled. "I know but this playlist is sooo good!" You claimed, doing some terrible body rolls. Yunho sat on the couch. "Since when are you cleaning?" "7AM." You continued to dance, cleaning the counter at the same time. "3 hours and you just cleaned the bathroom?" "Blame this playlist," you replied. Secretly, your boyfriend was enjoying the view in front of him. He loved to see you so happy and dancing this way. Even your failed twerks made you cute. "Everybody thinks you shy but I know you are a freak little baby!" you sang out loud. Yunho stood up and sneaked behind you, making sure you couldn't see him. When you bent down on the counter, he slapped your butt. The sound resonated in the whole room. You were a little bit shocked because he never did this to you, but you admitted that you liked it. A lot. "What was that for?" you smirked, booping his nose. "I don't know... I just wanted to." He replied, grabbing a bottle of water next to you, before going back to the couch like nothing happened.

YEOSANG

You slap Yeosang's ass all the time. Just like that because you find it funny and because you know he hates it. Most of the time he would ask you to stop and sometimes even end being mad because of this, but it's just a matter of time. And he couldn't resist against your puppy eyes. But you couldn't help it, it's like you needed to touch his cute butt at least 1 time per day. But after 1 year, he found how he couldn't avoid this daily slap. He just needed to run away every time he feels you coming. Or when he can see you anymore, he would find the perfect moment before you could reach him. Like today, you were enjoying a night walk with your boyfriend and just when he was walking a little bit in front of you, you tried to slap him, but he stopped you once again. "How you do that?" you asked. "I just know you." He replied proudly. "I won't give up." "Don't waste your energy on that anymore." He patted your head. You pouted and continued to walk. Inside of your head, you were thinking about a strategy to get him by surprise, but you completely snapped out of your mind when you felt his hand slapping your butt. You were speechless, you ignored that he would do it one day. He was always so shy. "So? How it feels?" he smirked, knowing that you were confused. "I like it, do it again." You replied. "Huh... she's crazy," he sighed. "Slap me again!" You shouted, trying to embarrass him more. He started to run, trying to stay away from you. "Kang Yeosang, slap me again!" "Help me!" He yelled; scared of you.

SAN

"What do you want to eat for lunch?" asked San, opening the delivery app. "Whatever you want." You replied, looking for a glass. "Come on I already chose yesterday." "Then do it again." San raised a brow. It has been almost 2 days that you were so bratty. At first, he thought that you were a little upset or something but no, you seemed really fine. But he didn't add anything, he just ordered a pizza and closed the app. When finally, the delivery guy handed you the box, you stared at your boyfriend. "Oh, you bought pizza again?" "You told me to take whatever I want." You gave politely the money to the delivery guy and thanked him for his work. "I never thought that you would take pizza again. We ate one Monday." "Then maybe you should have told me about it when I asked you." "Anyway." You rolled your eyes. San knew you weren't mad at him, but why a sudden change of mood? "Are you okay?" he asked, entering the kitchen. You grabbed a piece of pizza, "I'm fine. Why are you asking? Because I said-" "Okay relax," he cut you straight. You rolled your eyes again and engulfed the pizza in your mouth. You couldn't lie on the fact that it was tasty. Your boyfriend noticed your eyerolls again and decided to slap your butt, nicely but you could feel the suggestive side of it. "Don't be so bratty with me." He smirked coldly. You nodded dumbly at him, he looked so intimidating and sexy that you didn't want to make him mad again.

MINGI

"I don't think this jean will fits me well." You stated from the dressing-room. "Everything looks good on you," replied Mingi. "You said that because you're my boyfriend." "Yes, but because I found everything pretty on you too." You stayed silent, smiling dumbly because of this sudden compliment. "Just come out so I can see it." "Don't laugh okay?" you asked shyly. "Why the hell I would laugh? I'm your boyfriend, not the mean girl of high school." You giggled by the thought of him wearing a pink dress and radiating the ‘bad bitch energy’. "Okay, I'm coming." You opened the curtain slowly. You were a bit insecure about your body and stuff, so it wasn't easy for you to come out with new clothes and stuff like that. "Why were you so scared? You look really good in this!" He hyped you. "Really? Isn't it too tight?" "Nothing is too tight for you babe," he winked at you. "Men..." "Can you turn around quickly." You executed; you wanted his entire opinion on this jean. But you weren't expecting him to give you a little slap on your butt while you were turning around. "Mingi!" "It fits you very much, let's buy it now." He smiled widely. "You are incredible..."

WOOYOUNG

You didn't know why you told the manager that you could replace the make-up staff for the week, but you were regretting it a bit. It was so exhausting to follow them around and to apply make-up H24/24 on 8 faces. The only thing you were happy about was that you could see Wooyoung all the time. You just needed to stay away sometimes since no one knows that you were in a secret relationship. But your boyfriend made it hard. He was constantly messing his make-up, so you could take care of him for 10 minutes minimum. "If people don't assume that we are a couple with your comportment then it will be a miracle." You whispered. "I just can't stay away from you," he smiled. "But you will need to because, first of all, I'm tired of painting your face every 30 minutes and second of all because we are going to get problems." "Okay okay," he said. "I'll come every 40 minutes then." You hit his shoulder to bring him back to reality. "I'm not joking Jung Wooyoung! We need to be more careful." Wooyoung simply nodded. In fact, he was contemplating your body on the mirror's reflection. "Okay, it's done." You claimed, standing up correctly. Wooyoung stood up after you and smiled at you before giving you a quick slap on your butt. "Thank you, babe." You wanted to yell at him that he couldn't do such things here, but you were frozen. Too shocked to say anything.

JONGHO

Jongho asked you to come to the practice dance room. They would do a little diner there to celebrate their 600 days as a group. For the occasion, you bought a few snacks as chips, drinks, chocolate bars and stuff like this. You even drew a handmade banner for this special day. Everything was fine. You couldn't help but to think about how your boyfriend might feel. Being an idol was his dream and now he succeeded. You couldn't be prouder of him. Suddenly, your phone buzzed on your coat. Hardly because your hands were full, you grabbed it. Jongho was calling you. "Hello Y/N," he greeted you. "Hi weirdo, I'm almost there." You let him know. "Do you think you will be here in 2 minutes because I'm going to the grocery store." "Hum... if I run ye-" You heard a suggestive whistle behind you. At first, you looked at the bunch of college students which were sitting at your right. You were about to yell; telling them that it was not polite, but you heard the whistle again. You turned around this time. "Jongho! Oh my god," you shouted. "I was about to insult the group over there." Your boyfriend couldn't hold his laughter. "I should have filmed this." "And don't whistle me like that anymore idiot! I'm not a piece of meat." "I know babe, I was just kidding with you." He pinched your cheeks before grabbing the heavy bags for you.

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