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scarthefangirl · 11 months

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A fix ~ Admit it Pt 2

Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Description: You and Hobie can't be together, its not canon. But he is determined to find a way. Part 1

Warnings: Language, Hobie breaking into your house lmao

Story type: Series

A/N: Sorry this is so short, comment or request if I should do a part three!! I know its not that good I'm sorry

Part 1 |

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I feel so small as Miguel stands here in his office, telling me off. I wish I could shrink away and disappear. I already know what a screw up I am.

"How am I supposed to fix this Y/N?" He screams and I let my warm tears stream down my face as I hiccup the tears away.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, unable to say anything else. He just stares at me with so much rage it makes me cry harder.

"I tried to help you! I tried to tell you. Now what am I to do?" He shouts but instead of yelling back, telling him I already know, or storming out I just run into his arms and cry into him. He is taken aback and doesn't reciprocate the hug.

"Y/N-" he starts but I just hug tigher. He sighs and loosely puts his arms around me, patting my head gently. Although he's very tense, I appreciate the pity hug.

"It's all my fault." I hiccup and pull away from him. I can't look him in the eyes, so I stare at the floor in shame.

"Listen, I like you kid. That's why instead of kicking you out I warned you again and again. But you messed up, I can't save you now." He says sharply and I try to suck in my sobs.

"There has to be something we can do." I tell him while breathing rapidly to keep in the sobs. "One kiss can't make my universe collapse." I try to convince him, but really myself. I love Hobie, but I didn't mean to end my life. My shoulders slump as I remember the kiss. It was so amazing, and I kick myself for getting butterflies just thinking about it.

"It can." He growls. I feel myself slump even further, sniffling.

"Please, I just want to date a boy and have my universe. Can't I have both?"

"No." He snaps. "I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask for your watch Y/N."

"Please, don't! I promise I'll end everything with him. I won't do anything to jeopardize the arachno-humanoid poly multiverse," I say the name slowly, having a hard time recalling his name for it. Then I just plainly add, "Please,"

"Don't make this harder kid, hand me the watch and I'll walk you to the device that'll send you home. I have to figure out how to clean up your mess so you are now under an extended break.."

"Please Miguel, I need this job. This is like, all I have," I cry.

"You should've thought of that. Now hand it over, you are relinquished from your duties here."

I just stare at him for a bit. I can't do it. I can't give this up, it's my life. Saving people is what i do, and with this job I could save even more.

But, despite myself, hand over the device on my wrist and he sends me home.

I didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone.

I sit up in shock and jerk to the corner of my bed, having been suddenly woken up by someone shaking me. I pant, trying to catch my breath as I slowly register who is lurking around in my room in the dead of night.

Hobie Brown.

"What are you doing?!" I exclaim, still breathing heavily. My racing heart isn't just from surprise anymore, but also from his presence that I've been lacking for the last few days. Avoiding him was easier when I still saw him and worked with him.

"You haven't been at work for four days," He says blankly. He is looking right into my eyes and I look back, but I don't know how to explain. A cool breeze blows through the window that is open from Hobie's entry way. He's been to my apartment before, so I suppose he knows his way around.

"Wow, how observant," I roll my eyes but immediately feel a pang of guilt in my chest for the attitude. It is meant to be sarcastic but it just makes me sound bitchy. He glares at me and I feel myself melting under his stare. "What are you doing here? In my room, in the night time, scaring me half to death?" I ask. He shouldn't be here. We can't do this anymore, and really we never should have.

"You owe me an explanation." He replies plainly. I stare at him for a moment, eyes widened, before looking down at my lap and nervously play with my blanket.

"I know," I grimace. I scoot to the side of my bed and sit up completely then cross my legs so I'm sitting criss cross. He sits down next to me with his feet to the floor, staring at me. I feel my heart beating rapidly and a sinking feeling of guilt in my chest down to my stomach.

"I'm listening," He chuckles but something about it makes the sinking feeling worse, my stomach doing summersalts. I open my mouth to speak, but I can't find the words to explain. How can I make him understand? "Okay, I'll recap for you. You pretended not to like me than finally we kissed, than all a sudden Miguel is dragging you away and you're crying then you stop coming to work. Miguel told me to forget the kiss ever happened. But I can't. I love you Y/N, I'm sick of having to not say it. I can't forget and I don't want to so I'm not gonna."

I try poorly to hide my surprise at his sentiment. I want to tell him I love him back, and that I will find a way for us to be together. But I dorm want to prolong the suffering, I might as well rip the bandage off now. For both our sakes. So, I try my best to give a frank explanation.

"I broke my canon when we kissed, and I had been trying to avoid you because I knew that if the opportunity presented itself I wouldn't be able not to. And I was right. I wasn't able not to. Because I love you, but I'm not allowed to. Its not canon."

"Who gives a fuck about canon events?" He snorts and my eyes flicker up to meet his.

"Miguel says it'll destroy my universe. He wants to help me."

"If he wanted to help ya he wouldn't kick you out of the spider society for one bloody kiss," He says but I look at him wearily. "Look around Y/N, your universe is fine!"

"I messed up, I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm such a screw up," I say, tears threatening my eyes. I notice Hobie's gaze soften and he puts his hand on my leg, unintentionally sending electricity throughout my body.

"No you're not. Nobody cares about 'canon events' love. Your universe will be just fine no matter who you date or marry or kiss or whatever," He smiles in a comforting way. Did he say marry or did I just hear what I wanted to hear? But regardless, no. He's wrong. If you mess with the canon than the multiverse will suffer, and it's selfish of me to think I could be the exception. I push his hand off gently, even though it breaks my heart.

"I'm already on an 'extended break' from the spider society, and we all know what that means. I can't just throw my life away! My job is to protect these people, the people of my earth, not to risk their lives for personal gain." I explain, desperation filling my voice as I plead him to understand. "it's better to love each other from a distance."

"I refuse to accept that!" Hobie exclaims, crossing his arms against his chest. I can tell he had been in bed before coming here because of his ninja turtle pajama pants and a blue shirt with clearly home-cut cut off sleeves that reveal his toned arms, not that I noticed..

"I'm sorry," My glossy eyes fall to my fidgeting hands, and I jerk slightly in surprise when Hobie's hand grabs one of mine.

"I'm going to fix this Y/N, and we're going to be together. Trust me darling," Hobie says, placing a swift kiss on my forehead before standing up.

"Hobie-" I start but he cuts me off with a shake of his head. With that, he leaves out my open window and I stare at the window for at least five minutes. I don't know if I want him to come back and hold me and promise me everything will be okay, or leave and never come back so I can move on. I don't know if there's a way to fix things. I don't know what he can possibly do.

All I know, is I really want him to find a way.

I spend three excruciating weeks wondering, worrying, and wishing. When the one month mark hits, I finally give up most of my hope. He didn't find a way, or maybe he just moved on.

I have painfully carried on my responsibility of being spider woman around my city. I can't lie and say I do so joyfully, I do it begrudgingly. I know i should love my job, helping people and keeping my city safe, but everything reminds me of not just Hobie, but the whole spider society.

No spider people have contacted me, which I tell myself is for the best. Its hard to convince yourself that something so painful is the right thing, but whay else can I do? If I give myself time to sit and think about things, I'd be even more angry, sad, bitter, and I'd go into a funk. So instead, I spend hours and hours doing anything I can to distract myself. If I'm not going to lay in bed and immediately fall asleep than I'm not tired enough, because I'll lay and begin to think. When I start to think, I start to shut down.

Tonight was particularly exhausting. I yank my mask off, throwing it in my hamper. I take off the rest of the suit, leaving it on the floor as I sleepily stumble to the bathroom. Somehow I manage to shower, my hair thrown in a knotted and tangled messy bun. I throw on some fresh underwear and an oversized t-shirt. I brush my teeth lazily and then get into my bed. Immediately my eyes droop, falling into slumber. Before I can be deep asleep, my window is opened loudly and someone steps inside. I can hardly open my eyes I'm so sleepy, but I can make out Hobie Brown. His tall frame sends my heart plummeting and I roll over in bed, burying my face in my pillow. Maybe if I ignore him he'll leave.

"Y/N, im sorry its been so long." He apologizes and I just groan, still attempting to tune him out. I don't want to deal with this, as selfish as that seems it's true. I've spent a month trying not to think about him but really I have thought about it, and I love him and I think I always will. The longer we try to salvage it the worse it is for us.

"There was a lot of work stuff, and I didn't want to come see you without a fix," He says and all although I couldn't see him, he was grinning at me. Something about his words sparked the hope that I had tried to give up and I roll over so I'm staring up at the ceiling.

"But you're here, so do you have a fix?" I ask, my voice raspy from exhaustion. He jumps onto the bed next to me, laying down next to me on his back. We both gaze at the ceiling and I try not to be too hopeful.

"I do, honestly I can't believe you'd ever doubt me." He chuckles and my heart begins to beat quicker.

He found a way.

Part three?? Sorry this one was short!

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 6 months

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Come Back to You | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Jungkook is going off to war but you can't let him go without telling him... Pairing: Reader x Soldier Jungkook Word Count: 670 because I cried the whole time and wanted to stop. Warning: Explicit language and angst :( a/n: Yeah no I didn't think I would cry as much as I did after seeing Jungkook's/the last BTS live until Jin comes back so yeah I figured I would channel some of that into writing really quick. Obviously written in one sitting and idk it's kinda shit but oh well lmao.

"Get out of here, just go"

"Please just let me explain" he begs chasing after me into my apartment building. "You had plenty of time to explain and instead you decide to tell me that you're leaving in the morning and you're not sure if you're coming back" I say getting even more upset. "How was I supposed to tell you when you kept ignoring my calls and messages and then when I finally got the chance to see you it would only be in places where we couldn't have private conversations" he explains.

"Oh, so now it's my fault?" I question as I unlock my door and leave it open, still letting him in even though all I want to do is shut him out. "That's not what I meant" he says softly, closing it behind us and lowering his voice since he no longer has to chase after me. "Then what did you mean Jungkook? That you felt like you had no choice but to leave things left unsaid until there was no going back? Jungkook I love you" I yell, tears stinging my eyes, threatening to fall. "I love you too" he reciprocates.

"No Jungkook, I'm in love with you" I say now with a softer voice as well, hating that he had to find out like this. "I know I've always said we're just friends and that's all that we were ever going to be but I can't keep saying that because I am suffocating" I admit, finally letting some tears fall and quickly wiping them away, mad and sad and embarrassed and heartbroken and a whole other range of emotion that a human could possibly go through in moments like this.

"I've been in love with you for years and you've known that all this time. Why didn't you tell me when you realized that you felt the same way?" he says trying to take a step towards me but I in turn take a step back. "I didn't realize it until now. As much as I fucking hate to say it, you never know how much you love something until it's gone" I say, letting the tears fall freely, mad that I let myself be so immature, keeping all of these emotions inside of me for too long.

"I won't be gone forever though" he says trying to take another step towards me and me again taking another step back. "Jungkook you're going off to war, you can't just say things like that" I let out, trying to keep my voice level. "People go off to war to serve and come back safely all the time. I don't think it'll be any different for me" he says, his voice soft and reassuring.

"And what if you don't huh? What if this really is the last time I see you?" I say, getting frustrated with him all over again. "But it won't be" "YOU DON'T KNOW THAT" I yell, all of the anger and frustration built up inside of me bursting at the seams. Not caring about my want for space anymore he rushes over and pulls me in, almost crushing me from his tight embrace. "I don't want to lose you" I sob, my whole body losing it's strength as he guides both of us onto the floor and has me straddle him so he can hold me closer.

"Shh, shhh" he soothes, tears of his own starting to fall, losing the strong resolve that he had tried to keep up for my sake. "I love you" I sob, hoping that this will somehow make a difference in the outcome. "I'll come home as soon as I can. I promise" he says running his hand along my back. "What if you can't make it back? What if they keep you there for years and you stop putting in the effort to come home?" I say, breaking even more if that's even possible.

"I will never stop trying to find a way to come back to you"

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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Aita for "yelling" at my teenage sister for putting earrings through the ears of my childhood stuffed animal?

🤬🐘 <- cause that was me holding them when I found out lmao

So I (22 two spirit, I was 20 when this happened) have had Ellie (Ive used He/she/they for Ellie my whole life, they never had a set gender), a stuffed realtively realistic elephant, since I was at least 3 years old. He was a plush of big Al, the elephant mascot for crimson Tide of the university of Alabama. (Roll tide?) that my dad owned but eventually it was cuddled by 3 yr old me and dragged to my room and out of his man cave (which I don't know why he had a big al plush, we're from Ohio) never to return. I think she had a jersey or hat or something at some point but she doesn't now. Considering just how cuddled Ellie was, it's a miracle how good her condition is. No rips, tears, bald patches or holes beyond the plasticy coating on one of his tusks ripping off in a few places. I wasn't super violent with my toys and never drew on them or ripped them up. The most I did was put hair ties around her ears so they'd look like pigtails.

I've had Ellie a very very long time obviously and he means a lot to me. I very rarely cuddle him now because I want him to stay in that good condition. Well, when I was 19, I moved to Maryland to be with my partner and Ellie went with me obviously. 3 or 4 times a year, me and my partner make the trip to Ohio to visit my family, about 8 hrs away. I bring Ellie because she comforts me when we're there (Alot of traumatic memories are wrapped up in childhood home). Well, one time Ellie got left behind and I was devastated. It was gonna be at least 3 months till I went back and even though my mom offered to send ellie through the mail, i was not willing to take the chance that ellie could get lost forever in said mail so i waited.

Here's the part where I mention I have a younger sister who was 14 at the time. we have a good, if not distant relationship that is a much better place now. Here's where the problem occurred. I returned home after about 3 months after accidentally leaving ellie and immediately wanted to find him once I arrived. My mom told me my sister had been watching them while I was away so I went to her room. My sister then excitedly held up Ellie to me... Ellie's big ears were absolutely littered with my sister's (real) earrings. There had to of been at least 150 piercings in her ears, if not 200. I held myself together as best I could and very sternly told her I was pissed she'd do that, she knew how much Ellie meant to me and she should never treat other people's things that way.

I make a very strong point to never insult, scream or yell or not explain why I'm angry at someone. If I get so angry I can't handle my composure, I leave and gather myself then come back. I never insulted my sister or raised my voice but I definitely hammered how disrespectful and destructive this was to something that wasn't hers as I took out her earrings one by one. My childhood stuffie did not deserve to be turned into Swiss cheese and used as an earring display. If I had done anything like that to her stuffed giraffe, her stuffie, she'd have a cow. Once they were all out I took Ellie and went to my room. Luckily, they were normal sized earrings so the holes were very small and I can't see them if I don't look for them but it felt so disrespectful.

My sister apologized pretty quickly but my mom said I didn't have to yell at her (I never raised my voice but I was clearly hiding an angry one trying to explain to her) nor should I have said it 5 times in the moment (shes exaggerating). I'll admit I repeat myself twice or thrice in the moment as a way to keep myself from raising my voice or stewing in it if I feel like i haven't properly expressed my anger or I feel like the person wasn't listening. Everything is cool now and we dont really talk about it (it's not taboo or too painful to touch, it just doesn't come up) but I wonder if I over reacted considering the holes are tiny, not super visible and I don't think my sister did it to spite me or hurt Ellie, she was just young and dumb and didn't think about how it could mess up Ellie. Should I have held my tounge since shes my sister? She was only 14 but I feel like you should know earrings can cause damage to fabric when you're 14, there's no way she didn't know that wouldn't leave tiny holes in Ellie. I just think she didn't think of them as a big deal.

What are these acronyms?

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fairyhaos · 10 months

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seventeen and bts songs

seventeen as different bts songs!

notes: this was originally meant to be a thought but, uh. it became too long. (also if anyone wants svt as seventeen songs or txt songs, ill make an exception to my no requests law Just For That 🤭)

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seungcheol

on. the power, the 'never giving up' energy, the 'idgaf if you hate me' energy, the 'look how far we've come, do you really think you can beat us?' energy is just. very very him. he has pride in himself and his group, and rightfully so, and that's exactly what this song talks about.

jeonghan

love maze. it's so.... pretty. the entire song just has such pretty vibes, like some sort of iridescent silk, and the kind of sparkly, 'just trust me' vibes make me think of jeonghan? it feels like winks across a room, running hand in hand from a boring convention to god knows where, like loving endlessly with jeonghan.

joshua

serendipity. okay, am i jimin biased? yes. and am i joshua biased? also yes. so is this a little bit biased too?? ... yeah but also the 'let me love you' vibes of serendipity, the gentle, lovely, adoring nature of the song fits joshua so much okay. serendipity reminds me of soft colours and joshua is a soft aura, so what other song could he be?

junhui

moon. it's like, about an awe-filled love, an adoration, an almost shy love too? it feels very junhui because of the sweetness and adorable nature of it. also it's as im typing this that i realize it corresponds with, like . "moon" junhui. moon junhui. wen junhui. ig it was meant to be

hoshi

dope. the hyped nature of the song!!!! the 'im the best' energy!!!! the 'carving my own path that's like no other' vibes!!!! you can't tell me this isn't hoshi. it's just such a... hype song. i really can't find another way to explain it, but it has the same bounding energy as hoshi

wonwoo

fly to my room. maybe a bit of an unexpected one, but there's a sort of tired, grateful comfort to fly to my room? like, it feels like aching feet being placed in someone's lap, sitting on the couch you both own, in the place you both call home. the naturalness, the domesticity, it all feels like wonwoo.

woozi

film out. okay this one i can't really explain, but the gentle, calm vibes give me a woozi feeling. it's like rainbows, like delicate glasses, like the fragile beauty of woozi. plus it also feels like something he would compose: like, fallin flower? downpour???

minghao

black swan. not only due to the royal, elegant vibes of the song, but because it talks about dance and about the self and about loss and love all at once, and don't you think that sort of thoughtful, soul-searching type of lyrics fit minghao so, so well?

mingyu

boy in luv. it's like, kinda grungy, kinda bad boy, and that's like the vibes that mingyu tries to give off. but it also talks about lovesick boys and they were so Young back then that it makes me go "aww" whenever i watch the mv like they're little puppies or smth 😭 and that's literally me with mingyu even if he's stripping during concerts or whatever

dokyeom

mikrokosmos. i was debating between this and euphoria, but it's ultimately mikrokosmos for dokyeom because it's just so soul-ascendingly glittering. it's magical, it's sparkly-eyed, it's full of smiles and happy ever afters and that in itself is dokyeom. also the talking of universes and stars??? stars are for dokyeom's eyes and the way he sings, so of course he's mikrokosmos.

seungkwan

autumn leaves. autumn leaves, or dead leaves (ive never looked into why it has 2 names lmao) is a very yearning, wistful song that really fills me with Emotions whenever i listen to it. but it's also powerful, rich, and it feels a lot like seungkwan's voice and his strength to carry on

vernon

boyz with fun. it's such a cool funky adorable song fr!! vv much vernon vibes. i can imagine him listening to this with his headphones and his beanie and just bopping his head while walking and accidentally tripping over a loose stone on the pavement. it's very vernon actually.

chan

magic shop. idk, i can't explain it, but the comforting and sweet and magical kind of vibes that fit chan. it's youthful, not in an innocent or childish way, but like the memory of youth, emanating the "forever young" message that bts often presented. i think chan encapsulates that very well.

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jinkookspencil · 9 months

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i just don't understand pt 2

in which jungkook does not understand how his friend doesn't have a crush on namjoon

a drabble sequel to the drabble 'i just don't understand' -

i'd say you need to read that first, it's just 500 words but if you really don't want to, i included the last bit of dialogue at the beginning of this fic i dont care if drabbles can't have sequels, it just worked out this way lmao

description/tags: jungkook drabble / fluff / friends to lovers / ~900 words / jk comes off a little more insecure here but it kind of works because i'd always imagined this as a younger version of him / hope you enjoy!! / it's been a while since i wrote anything but i have a recent writing update i recently shared (this is *not* the jk thing i am currently working on - i hope to have that done for his birthday!)

“What the hell are you attracted to?” Jungkook laughs. “Ugly, stupid, mean, untalented guys?”

“Of course not, Jungkook,” you sigh. “I like other handsome, smart, kind, respectful guys.”

“Like who?”

“Like YOU!”

This was not how you imagined confessing.

“Like…. Like me?!”

Dropping the plushie in his hands, Jungkook gestures to himself in disbelief.

“I said like you, Jungkook,” you emphasize, hoping it wasn’t too late to back out of your frustration-fueled confession.

“So…. Not me?”

What the fuck were you supposed to say now?! You pick up the teddy bear and tug at its pink fur, staring at its face and hoping the bear’s smile would turn into a murderous one, killing you and waking you up from this anxiety-inducing nightmare.

Jungkook calls your name quietly and quickly, bringing you back life.

“Like you. You, Jungkook. I like you.”

“Over… over Namjoon?” he winces, and you do too. It was the most humiliating way someone could have responded to a confession…. hoping you’d fall in love with someone else instead.

“Yes, Jungkook. Over Namjoon," you reply with your head in your hands.

“So all those things you said to describe him… handsome, smart, you think that of me too?”

“Yeah, of course,” you chuckle, finally looking up at him, “that and so much more, actually.”

“But there’s a difference? Between what you think of me and what you think of Namjoon-hyung?”

“Oh, there’s a big difference.”

“You described the both of us with the same string of adjectives, though….”

Jungkook was a clever guy…. Why was he acting so stupid?

“Who cares if you share some similar qualities?! I am not attracted to Namjoon. Period. I am attracted to you, Jeon Jungkook. The person born on September 1, 1997, who always wears black, loves karaoke, samgyeopsal, the movie Titanic, and the scariest fucking theme park rides! The Jeon Jungkook that’s sitting right in front of me. You.”

Jungkook's breath is shaky, his voice the same when he speaks. “I just find it hard to believe…. Not Namjoon. And not only that - me over Namjoon….”

“I don’t know how to explain it in more words, Koo…. I like you. I like you in the way that people have crushes on each other. You make my heart flutter while also putting it at ease. I like you.”

The boy in front of you doesn’t say anything, merely stiffens his posture, and you know it only meant the worst.

“This…. This calls for the end of our friendship doesn’t it?” you mumble, voice breaking and bubbling, ready to burst into tears.

“No…. No, absolutely not….” he says, breaking out of his catatonic state to sit next to you on the couch and hug your plushie once again. “Let me explain something this time… You know how I gush over Namjoon?”

“Of course,” you groan, and Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“And I always try to understand why you aren’t attracted to him… right?”

“Yeah…”

“I know Namjoon and I are not the exact same. Of course I do, that’s why I look up to him and keep recommending him to you and I guess… I guess it’s because in my head, I was trying to convince myself that you had to go for guys like Namjoon… because you’d never go for guys like me…”

“…. And what do you mean by guys like you?”

“Guys that have nothing in common with you. You say Namjoon and I are both handsome and smart... But in truth, you and he share the similarities and I could never compete. You're both beautiful in the 'once-in-a-lifetime' kind of way. You're both clever in the book-ish way - do you know you have the exact same books as he does? I bought a book two weeks ago to try and impress you but I haven’t gotten past the introduction so I was too ashamed to even tell you. Oh, that one time, you both recommended the same drama series to me… on the same day. I thought for sure that you’d hooked up and seen it together, and that’d be that. But then you called me crying when it ended, wrapped up in your fluffy pink blanket in bed with chips.”

“You asked me why I didn’t call Namjoon…”

“And you said ‘why would I?’… Even if you weren't hooking up, I could’ve given you a million reasons as to why you could've called him instead. That drama was too artsy for me, but not for either of you. I didn’t even understand what you were saying on the phone that day - the message behind the story, or whatever - I was just so happy that you’d called and that you’d think I’d get it.”

Jungkook lets out a laugh as he shakes his head. For some reason, it breaks your heart.

“I tried to make ‘you and Namjoon’ happen because it’s the only logical thing I could see in front of me…… The only answer I could come up with… You’re… the most wonderful person I’ve ever known, YN. I want what’s best for you - you deserve the best kind of guy there is…. and that’s definitely Nam-“

You push your lips against Jungkook’s, interrupting him with a kiss.

“It’s you, Jungkook. You’re the best fucking person I know.” You kiss him again. “I’d pick you a million times over.”

“Well, what if-“

“Can we forget about Namjoon entirely for a moment? I want the boy I like to shut up and kiss me…. If you want to, that is.”

Jungkook’s smile turns into one you rarely see. A smirk, devilish, menacing…. Delectable as he nods and meets you with a deep kiss, electrifying every inch of your body.

You were always a know-it-all and you'd been right once again: this was always the boy for you.

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hi babe!! i do NOT mean to badger but I’m addicted to ur writing🙈 was wondering if you’d please do CEO/hubby!Rafe where reader’s been waiting for him to come home all day and won’t stop sending him slutty shit (texts/pics) while he’s @ work (little does she know he’s doing a presentation so it broadcasts for his whole meeting to see) and he’s punishes her when he gets home (but like he lowkey gets the biggest ego boost from it cause it’s his needy girl ofc)?? w lots of dirty talk, spanking, overstim, dacryphilia, etc. thank you again SOOOSOSO much if you decide to write 😚<3!

my eyes only | rafe cameron x reader

Summary: After your attempts to seduce Rafe while he’s at work end in his coworkers seeing what’s only meant for him, Rafe comes home on a mission to prove who you belong to.

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: 18+ content, smutty smut smut, ceo!rafe, slight! dacryphilia, dirty talk, punishment, spanking, overstimulation, dom!rafe, sub!reader, teasing, exposed nudes (in a way?)

A/N: Never a badger I’m so happy you love my writing ❤️😭 Sorry for taking forever to get to it but I hope you like it! All of your requests are 🥵 and I have way too much fun writing them LMAO

Rafe smiles as he watches the picture of you two on your wedding day come across his phone, picking it up so he can answer your phone call. You'd been texting him on and off all morning, Rafe feeling a sense of pride that you can't seem to get enough of him even when he's away.

"Hey, baby girl," He greets, dropping his pen on the desk and leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. He knew what he was getting himself into by answering your call, but he needed to hear the aftermath of what he did this morning. It fed his ego in a way that he can’t even put into words.

"Hey, handsome," Your sultry voice echoes through the other side of the phone, Rafe catching onto the soft desire laced in your tone despite you trying to feign innocence. "What're you doing?"

"Getting the last finishing touches done on this presentation. Meeting's in a few minutes,” Rafe tells you. You hum, a curious lift to your tone, "I thought you had the meeting this morning?"

"We were supposed to but half the office was stuck in traffic after that bad accident so we just pushed it back to after lunch," Rafe explained, lazily going through the graphics of his presentation. He’s already made sure it was up to par before you called.

"Mmm," You mumble, Rafe hearing the smirk that is no doubt on your face as you ask, "But you have a few extra minutes?"

"Yeah, sweet girl," He smiles. "What're you doing?"

"Touching myself."

Rafe almost chokes on his own spit at your words, regaining confidence as he scoffs at you in disbelief. He hears rustling on the other side of the bed, a small whimper leaving you making Rafe’s jaw clench that he’s not there to see what you’re doing.

"You better be joking. You know the rules," Rafe reminds you, knowing you don’t really need it. You know he likes to be there if you’re gonna do anything remotely close to touching yourself, mostly because he can stop you midway and do it himself. The thought of you being alone in your bed pleasing yourself while Rafe is at work is enough to make him want to drive home now.

But this God forsaken meeting is what’s stopping him.

"Why do you think I called?" You teased, becoming more breathless. "I can't help it. I couldn't stop thinking about this morning."

"Yeah?" Rafe smirks, memories of his head between your thighs this morning flashing in his head. "What about it?"

"You ate me out so good,” You respond, giggling and letting out a small moan. "I miss your tongue."

"That's all you miss?" Rafe rasps, stopping himself from reaching down and palming the growing bulge in his pants. You would call not even five minutes before his meeting just to drive him crazy. It’s what you did best; something he both loved and hated.

"No," You whimper, "I miss you. I want you to come home so I can show you exactly what I'm missing."

"Fuck, baby-" Rafe’s jaw cocks, about to speak the filthiest things into your ear to get you off until he can get home. A knock on the door to his office is what stops him, his assistant leaning in the room with a soft smile.

"Mr. Cameron?" She greets, "They're ready for you in the conference room."

Rafe rolls his eyes, knowing you heard what was said by your huff on the phone. He nods at his assistant to send her away, the spell you had on him being broken now that he has to stand in front of a bunch of middle aged coworkers and pretend he didn’t have the hottest fucking wife.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," He tells you, sitting up to close his computer and unplug it. "I'll come home as soon as I can. Behave until then."

"Okay, Mr. Cameron," You drawl, tone filled with lust as you hang up before he can respond. He scoffs in disbelief again, looking down at the phone.

"You are gonna be the fucking death of me."

He grabs his Macbook, standing up and checking to make sure his hard on went down. After a quick run through of football and all of his favorite players, he was able to get rid of the bulge in his pants, trying to keep you as far from his mind as possible so he can focus on this meeting right now so he can fuck the shit out of you later.

•••

"This demonstration is just to show that if we move things around in the budget, we'd have more-" Rafe is interrupted from his breakdown of the graph by another message popping up on the corner of the display screen.

The Wife: Come home and fuck me already.

Rafe clears his throat, relieved when the message disappears relatively quickly. He knew his coworkers read what you said, but they made no motions to act like they did. Still, Rafe had to keep it professional.

"Sorry about that," Rafe apologized, shaking his head lightly to get rid of the thoughts about you as he continued. "As I was saying, most of the money in this company is being wasted on-"

The Wife: I'm so wet right now

The Wife: Wanna see?

Rafe's mouth slams shut, mind going blank for a moment before it clicked what would be coming next. You were growing more needy in your messages, and as much as Rafe loves when you were needy, this was a slippery slope he was going down by trying to ignore your messages.

"Give me a moment."

Rafe walks over to the table, moving his finger across the keyboard to wake the Mac up. He looked around for the messaging app, opening it in order to mute the conversation with you. Unfortunately, when he opened the message app the thread of your messages was already opened, leaving what you sent him to be displayed in front of everyone.

The text messages were nothing; Rafe could deal with his coworkers teasing him about messages from his wife. What he couldn't deal with was his colleagues seeing a picture of you laid on the bed, hand grabbing your boob as you bite your lip. He couldn't deal with another picture showing up of you, back arched with your perfect ass perched up in the air.

And what he damn sure couldn't deal with was watching his coworkers' cheeks flush as they gawked at the photos, some of them adjusting in their chairs. He slams the laptop closed, unhooking it from the monitor completely. He hears his phone ding in his pocket, and he knows it's another message from you.

Grabbing his laptop, he kept his face void of emotion, but his eyes held an anger that made his colleagues cower. He gave a look that could kill all of the men around the table, leaving no room for argument in his tone, "We'll finish this meeting tomorrow morning."

He doesn't wait for responses, walking out of the meeting room and to his office. He throws the laptop on the leather couch that's in there, running his hands over his face as he sits at his desk. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out his phone to open your message.

There you lay, hair spread out over the pillow with an arm stretched out to hold the phone above you. You were in his favorite lingerie, the red lace perfect against your skin, and your other hand is pushed into your panties. His mouth loses all moisture as two things click in his mind.

The first was that you looked fucking beautiful, and he couldn't wait to get home.

The second thing was that if he would've waited a second later, they would've seen a sight that only he is allowed to see — you touching your perfect little pussy.

Anger coursed through him at the thought of his coworkers seeing that picture. It coursed through him at the thought that they saw the other pictures. They saw what a desperate little slut you could be, and he knew they would be imagining you being a desperate little slut for them.

The Husband: You better be naked and in position when I get home.

•••

You hear the front door open, making you gasp as you rush onto the bed. You get on your knees at the front of the bed, leaning back on your calves as you face the door, fingers playing with each other behind your back.

Your breathing picked up in anticipation what was to come, and you had to take deep breaths to steady your heart rate. When Rafe woke you up this morning with his head between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man, you knew the day would only end the same way.

He'd been such a cocky man, smirking at you while you begged him to skip work and stay with you, so you wanted to return the favor by making him so hard while he's at work that he can't even think straight. You weren't surprised when he texted you telling you to get into position by the time he got home, if anything you expected it.

You knew you were pushing his limit with the picture of you touching yourself — Rafe wasn't forgiving to you breaking his rules. But you knew the picture did its job when not only five minutes later he was texting you that he was on the way home.

The bedroom door opens, and you look up to see Rafe standing at the doorway with an unreadable expression. His jaw clenched as he walks in the room, undoing his tie and loosening his collar as he moves to stand directly in front of you.

You gaze up at him with a feigned innocent look, Rafe cocking his head in response with a lifted eyebrow. He brings a hand up, lightly moving your hair from your face and tracing your jaw with his fingers. He moves until his thumb is tracing your bottom lip, pulling it down. You get the hint, opening your mouth while he slides the digit in.

He’s still not saying a word, something you weren’t expecting. He just continues to look at you with a blank expression as he presses his thumb down onto your tongue, wrapping your lips around it as you suck lightly. He bites his lip, letting out a low chuckle.

“Quite a show you put on for me today,” He started, rubbing your cheek with the back of his other hand. You smile lightly as you continue to lick at his digit, a rush of arousal going through you at his tone. All of a sudden, the hand that was softly stroking your cheek comes down to wrap around your throat tightly, “Me and all of my coworkers.”

You stop your movements, eyes knitting together as a sinking feeling settles in your chest. Rafe unwraps his hand from your neck to bring it to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling it hard, making your head tilt back as a broken gasp leaves your lips.

His eyes are hard as he leers down at you, “Did I tell you to stop sucking?”

He brings his thumb out of your mouth, tracing your lips as you swallow before responding, “No, sir.”

He hums, replacing his thumb with his pointer and middle finger as he pushes them into your mouth, shoving them until they hit the back of your throat. You gag, making Rafe slap your face before pushing his fingers back in your mouth.

“Relax,” He ordered, and you relaxed your throat as your jaw went slack. “How are you gonna take my cock down your throat if you can barely handle my fingers?”

You whimper as Rafe’s lips press into a hard line, forcing his fingers in and out of your mouth. He curses, eyes dark as he removes his hands from you, undoing his pants. He motions for you to get up, "Get on your knees on the floor."

You're quick to do so, getting up as Rafe takes your place at the edge of the bed. You get on your knees in front of him, watching as he pulls his cock out. He surprises you when he doesn't immediately grab your head, instead leaning back on his hands as he looks at you with an expectant look, "Go on."

You wrap your hand around his cock, about to put him in your mouth when he uses his pointer finger to your chin, pushing your head up as he looks down at you.

"If you do a good enough job, I might not hurt you as much."

A shiver runs down your spine at the threat, thighs clenching as you nod your head before quickly correcting yourself, "Yes, sir."

He gives you a nod, wordlessly telling you to continue. You don't waste any time, taking him in your mouth and sucking on the tip of his cock. His legs tense as you push your head down, looking up at him the way he likes once he's deep in your throat. He groans, hands flexing on the bed as he stops himself from grabbing a fistful of your hair.

You know this is the beginning of his punishment; not touching or directing you. He knows how much you love it when he grabs your hair and just starts using your mouth, but he wants to make you earn it. He wants you to prove that you can do it on your own, and you know he's itching for a reason to give you the full wrath of him.

You take him as far as you can, Rafe telling you to go deeper. You try, but pull off once you start to gag, rubbing his cock with the spit from your mouth. You take him in your mouth again, Rafe surprising you and bucking his hips up. You pull off, and Rafe growls as he glares down at you.

"Keep pulling off. I dare you," He warns, and your eyes widen in response. You swallow, hyping yourself up and taking him in your mouth again. Taking him deep in your throat, you compose yourself when he bucks his hips again, mouth not leaving his cock as you bob your head up and down.

The blowjob is sloppy, Rafe pushing himself into your mouth while keeping his hands next to him. You move faster up and down, pushing your head all the way down until your nose brushes his light pubic hair. You're about to pull up when Rafe brings a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there.

Your hands grasp onto his thighs as he holds your head down, Rafe bucking his cock into your mouth roughly. Tears start to form in your eyes at his movement, pushing through it as you take him deep in your throat. Rafe groans loudly, using his grip on your hair to rip you off of him, you falling back onto the floor.

"Come here," He orders, you get up and walk until you stand between his legs, You start to rub the tears from your eyes, Rafe stopping your hands and holding your face in his hands, eyes scanning over you. "So pretty when you cry from my cock, right baby?"

You nod, Rafe glaring at you at your lack of verbal response. You go to correct yourself, but Rafe slaps you as he sits back on the bed, "Get across my lap."

You hesitate, knowing what would happen if you did. You've come to be able to read your husband and his moods, especially in the bedroom, and right now he was in the mood to turn your ass black and blue. The comment about his coworkers runs through your mind, and you slowly lay yourself across his lap.

He’s quiet at first as he runs his hands over the soft cheeks of your ass, gripping the flesh before rubbing again. You knew he was trying to ease you into the punishment, not wanting to immediately start spanking you, which told you that you did a pretty good job with the blowjob.

“You did a good job baby,” He echoes your thoughts, voice calm. But you know this is the calm before the storm. “So instead of what I was going to do, we’re only going to do twenty spanks, okay?”

Your breath hitches. Twenty? Instead of what he was going to do? Your heart beats faster as the anticipation of what’s to come sinks in, and you’re trying to mentally prepare yourself for the punishment when Rafe grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up as he glares down at you.

“When I ask a question, you fucking answer me. Trust me, you don’t want to push me right now.”

“I’m sorry,” You instantly replied, eyes begging. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” He whispers, hand loosening its grip on your hair as you rest it back onto the bed. He brings a hand to your back, resting it there as he uses his other hand to continue massaging your ass. “Tell me why you’re being punished.”

Your answer is cut off by Rafe raising his hand, bringing it back down harshly on your ass. The sound of the spank echoes in the room, and you let out a low squeak in surprise. You whimper, “B-because I teased you while you were at work.”

Rafe hums, the sound condescending as he lands another hard smack on the cheek of your ass. He makes a tsks sound as he mumbles, “Not just me.”

“My coworkers saw what a needy little slut you are,” He continued, hand still lifted from your ass as you waited for the next blow. “Do you think that was fun for me? Watching other men see you the way only I’m allowed to.”

He brings his hand down, this slap harder than the last ones as it radiates the same anger in his tone. Your eyes squeeze shut as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“How-”

He cuts you off with another brutal slap to your ass. The comforting hand on your back is removed as he grabs you by your hair again. Your neck strains at the angle he forces you so you can meet his glare, his eyes dark. “I’m talking. You only talk when I ask you something, is that clear?”

Your mind grows foggy from his movements, your ass already on fire as you think to yourself you have about fifteen more of these. He doesn't take your lack of response lightly, bringing his hand down on your ass again. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

“Yes sir! Yes,” You breathe out, Rafe roughly letting your head go again as he brings his hand back to run against your skin. You relish in the comfort, Rafe pausing the harsh spanks to massage the flesh of your ass. The touch is hot, the light stings as he rubs making you whimper into the bed as tears form in your eyes.

“Such a shame,” Your husband mumbles. “I was ready to come home and make love to my beautiful wife after leaving her high and dry this morning.”

The softness of his tone is not reflected in the harsh slap he lands on your ass again, voice growing hard and cold, “Was gonna make it up to you.”

The anger continues as he immediately spanks you again impossibly harder than the last time, and you let out a small noise. “Now, you’re gonna have to make it up to me.”

You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from making any noise as he continues the assault on your ass, knowing if you did he would add even more to the punishment. You know when to push him, and as much as you wanted to act like a spoiled brat right now he had the upper hand.

“You don’t know how hard it was for me to keep my composure when those pricks were looking at you like you were some plaything,” He spits, spanking you again. “Like you were their plaything.”

His own words anger him, the thought of his coworkers thinking of you as anything other than his driving him crazy. “Is that what you wanted? You wanted other men to see you like that?”

“No,” You whine, Rafe making a noise in protest. He knows that wasn't your intention, but he needs to hear it. “I promise. It was only for you.”

“That’s right. Just for me,” He praises, hand coming to the bottom of your chin to lift your head again. You gaze up at him as he leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips, eyes flashing as he notices the tears streaming down your face. “Because you’re my little plaything, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, sir. I’m only yours.”

He breathes harshly, spanking you again as he keeps your head tilted up at him. He watches as you squeeze your eyes shut at the harsh impact, and you feel him start to harden under you. "I'm gonna spank you harder now. I'm not stopping. If you're smart, you’ll keep your mouth shut until I’m done.”

He lets your head fall as he brings his hand to rest on your back again, fingers tracing you to offer some sort of comfort for what's about to come. You bury your face on the comforter, mouth biting down on the fabric as you will yourself to not make any noise as he starts to land harsh smacks on your ass.

You cursed at yourself for thinking he was being rough before. Now that he's not stopping, he's focusing fully on landing brutal hits on your ass. Rafe's hand on your back stops being used as a comfort tool as he presses it down harder to keep you still as you begin to squirm.

He shushes you as he slows down, the last few spanks on your ass being even more cruel and merciless. There are dried tears on your face as you whimper into the sheets, Rafe massaging your ass as he stops the punishment.

“Come here, baby,” He softly whispered, helping you up and sitting you on his lap in a straddling position. The heat of your ass grazes his pants, the friction causing discomfort as you try to raise up only for Rafe to grab your hips, pushing you on his lap. His eyes are dark as he looks at you, bringing his hands back to your cheeks and rubbing the dried tears.

“You did a good job, baby,” He whispers, and you whimper at the praise. Your mind is in a haze as you lean your forehead against his, eyes closing as you take the time to breathe. “But I’m not done.”

At his words, your eyes come open again as you meet his unreadable expression. His eyes are more gentle than before, but you can still see the anger swimming as you pout up at him, about to plead your case. He shushes you as he runs his hands over your hair, kissing you softly.

“It’s okay. I just have to show you that you can’t do that again. I almost killed everyone in that room, and I would have if they saw you touching what's mine.”

You wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him closer, pecking his lips continuously as the guilt sinks in, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know-”

Rafe is quick to comfort you, hands rubbing up and down your back now as he lets you move your kisses down to his neck, “I know baby, I know. But that doesn’t change anything.”

He motions for you to pull back, and you do so as you give him an innocent look. There's a ghost of a smile on his face as he kisses your cheek, coming around to kiss the other as he uses his hands to unwrap your arms from around his neck. He kisses your wrists, facial expression growing hard again as he looks at you, "Take my tie off."

Your hands are shaking slightly as you begin to take his tie off, Rafe’s eyes not leaving your face. Your face flushes when your eyes meet his as you motion for him to lean his head down so you can take it off, and you can’t believe he’s still able to make you as nervous as he does.

You hand him the tie, not having to be asked before you display your wrists out to him. He hums in approval, lacing the tie around your wrists as he knots the fabric together. He gives a final tug to make sure it’s secure, and you pull at your wrists despite knowing you weren’t gonna be able to break yourself loose from these.

“Now go lay on the bed. Spread your legs, and wait for me.”

He helps you off of his lap, walking you over to the bed as he gives you a slight push. You fall back, maneuvering up the bed until your head rests against the pillows. Rafe climbs on the bed after you, hands coming to yank you down the bed.

You gasp as your head rips off the pillow, Rafe pushing your leg open as you spread your legs to make room for him. He leans over you, grabbing the pillow and helping you lift your head back onto it. After making sure you’re comfortable, he takes your tied wrists and brings them up to rest against the bed, telling you to hold them there.

You smile, knowing he did it so you wouldn’t have to keep your arms elevated as it became hard to keep your arms up after a few minutes. It would’ve been easier to just tie your wrists to the bed, but you know that’s exactly why Rafe didn’t. He wants you to work to keep your hands where he puts them, not because you have to but because you were afraid not to.

He hovers over you, mumbling incoherently to himself as he kisses you. He deepens the kiss quickly, tongue massaging against your own as you moan into his mouth. Your brain is still off in space at the punishment, but his kisses help ground you as you wrap your legs around him.

He immediately pulls back, leaving kisses on your neck before sitting up. He uses his hands to remove your legs from around his hips, shaking his head at you. He says nothing as he climbs back off of the bed, only turning to kiss you on the forehead.

You call his name out as he begins to retreat out of the room, but he doesn’t answer. He only looks back once he’s at the door, eyes scanning your shuddering body.

“Don’t move. You won’t like what I do.”

•••

You don’t know how long Rafe left you there.

You’d lost count after about ten minutes, the frustration seeping into you the more time passed. This was yet another way for him to torture you; by leaving you high and dry with no clue on whether or not you’ll have any release. He could leave you here all night if he wanted to — it wouldn’t be the first time.

That thought alone makes you want to cry, the neediness you’re feeling for your husband clouding your mind and making you clench your thighs together constantly to offer some sort of relief. But you knew better than to move. With your luck, the moment you did would be the moment he decides to come back in, and you weren’t ready to open that Pandora's box.

After what feels like an hour, you hear the bedroom door open. Your eyes flutter open, still dazed from the intensity of the punishment and the whiplash of him just leaving you here afterwards. You squirm as you watch Rafe walk into the room, making you grunt at the uncomfortableness of your shoulders.

Rafe grins darkly at you as he rounds the bed, fingers trailing the sheets as he walks up to where you’re laying down. He leans over, cupping your jaw and bringing you into a heated kiss. His other hand comes down to pull at your nipple, and you gasp into his mouth. He hums in response, trailing his hand from your chest to between your legs.

Running a finger through your slit, he groans against your lips as he pulls back to watch his fingers rub against your pussy. He doesn’t even seem to be talking to you as he mumbles, “So fucking wet. Dripping on the sheets.”

He turns his head to look at you, jaw going slack at the all too familiar look in your eyes. The look you get when you’re willing and ready to take any and everything he’ll give you. The look you get when you’re wrapped completely around his finger, begging for even a slither of his touch. “You ready for it?”

“Yes, please. Fuck me,” You whimper, looking up at him with a doe eyed expression as you spread your legs more. He tilts his head at you, frustrating you. You huff as you buck up into his hand, “Stop being mean.”

An eyebrow lifts as he pulls his hand from you, leaning over you again as he grabs you by your cheeks, fingers pressing down to hold you in a firm grip. He forces you to look at him as he mutters, “You think this is me being mean? You’re lucky you’re getting anything at all.”

His condescending tone and being left causes small tears to leave your eyes, desperate for him to just offer any sort of relief. Rafe tuts, head tilting as he looks at you with a mocking expression.

“Don’t cry now,” He muses, wiping away your tears. “I haven’t even given you a reason yet.”

He runs his hand down to your throat, gripping it quickly before letting go and running down the rest of your body. He reaches your mound, pushing a finger through your folds that made you shudder. He hums, slapping your thigh.

“Spread your legs more. You move your hands even an inch and I’ll leave you here for the rest of the fucking night.”

You’re quick to obey, spreading your legs to opposite sides of the bed to give him room. He settles in between your legs, hands coming to grab at the bottom of your thighs, pushing at them and holding them up. He doesn’t take his eyes from your center, leaning down and kissing your clit softly.

You cry out, Rafe giving quick pecks to your sensitive nub.

“So pretty,” He mumbles, tracing his tongue from your entrance to your clit. “If anyone besides me saw how perfect this pussy is..”

He growls at the thought, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue. You moan out, having to stop your arms from moving and your hands from reaching down and grabbing a fistful of his hair. Rafe’s similar to a starved man, hands holding your legs apart and not allowing you to close in on his head.

He held all of the control. You couldn’t run from him, you couldn’t direct anything. Not like you needed to. His tongue lapped at you, the only sounds in the room being the sound of that and him groaning into your folds. You get closer with every slick swipe of his tongue, and you buck your hips up at him.

“Hold it.”

The vibrations of his words run right through you, and your head throws back in desperation. Rafe lets go of one of your legs, bringing that hand to your center. Tracing a finger around your begging entrance, he dipped the digit in as you cried out in pleasure.

“Rafe,” You breathe, hands squeezing together as he slips another finger in, moving them slowly inside of you now as he flicks his tongue on your clit. The build up was too much — he was too much — and you find yourself shaking your head at him. “I can’t. You need to-”

He bites your clit lightly, and you let out a small squeal as you look down at him to see him glaring at you with a warning expression, “No, you just need to fucking listen.”

He doesn’t give you any more time to think, dropping his head back between your thighs and picking up where he left off. If anything, his tongue starts to move faster, and you find it extremely hard to hold back. Your eyes squeeze shut as you try to will yourself to not let go, but when he curls his fingers inside of you all you see is stars.

The orgasm rips through you, a loud moan leaving your lips. The only sign that Rafe is upset is the growl that leaves him, but he takes his fingers out of you so he can hold the back of your calves, bringing your legs onto his shoulders. He rides your orgasm out on his tongue, your thighs squeezing around his head as your moans turn more breathless.

He lets go of your legs, them both settling over the bed as he pulls up so he’s sitting on his knees. As the shockwaves pass through you, you remember that you didn’t listen. Already being punished once before tonight and not wanting another one, you couldn’t make eye contact with Rafe as you brought your hands to your face.

“I’m sorry,” You whimper, Rafe leaning over you.

“Shh, you’re okay. It’s okay,” He taps your wrists. “Look at me.”

You take a breath, listening as you bring your eyes to him. He looks disappointed, but also concerned. He’s very observant in the bedroom, always watching to make sure he doesn’t push you too far. You’ve never had to use your safe word, and Rafe would like to keep it that way.

“You okay?” He gruffly asks, and you nod as he leans down to kiss you. “Good.”

You kiss him again, “I didn’t mean to.. it just felt really good.”

“I know, it’s okay,” He gives you another kiss, hands coming to rest next to your head. “You want to keep going?”

“Yes, I want to keep going,” You clearly stated, another question popping in your mind as you open your mouth to ask before deciding against it. You’re already surprised he’s not punishing you for coming without permission, but you would be pushing your luck with that one.

“What is it?” Rafe notices the look on your face, and you give him a sheepish smile.

“Can I touch you?”

Rafe laughs, a glint in his eyes as he leans down to kiss you as a way to tell you how cute that question was.

“Not yet, baby,” He grins, kissing your neck. He pulls back, flipping you over and settling behind you. “But you don’t have to ask to come. You can come whenever you want.”

You grow excited at that, thinking that Rafe must’ve just decided to throw out the punishments all together. You arch your back, flipping your hair as you look back at him. He’s stroking his cock, tapping it against your clit when you bring your hand to your center.

“Jesus Christ.”

Rafe pulls back so he can have a view of your fingers rubbing in between your folds, gathering your wetness before bringing your fingers to your mouth and licking them off. You keep eye contact with the blonde as you do so, his eyes darkening. He takes a hold of your hips, pulling you back onto his cock as he fills you with one thrust.

Eyes fluttering closed, you relaxed into the sheets as Rafe drove himself deeper into you.

•••

“Come on,” Rafe grunts, hands gripping the flesh of your thighs so hard you’re sure there will be bruises. You have no choice but to take it, his hands pressing your thighs to the bed to keep you spread open for him after too many times of you trying to close your legs. Orgasm after orgasm has ripped through you like tidal waves, and you were losing your mind,

Your body shudders as he circles his thumb around your clit, crying out as your release gushes around him. Rafe pulls his cock out, rubbing the top of it against your center as you continue to squirt around him. “Atta girl.”

He leans over you, kissing away the dry tears on your cheeks as his dick jumps at the sight of you. You’re still in a daze as he wraps your legs around him, walking over to the wall, and pressing you against it. He moves the strands of your hair from your face, “So fucking pretty.”

“Rafe..” You whimper, not being able to complete the sentiment as he uses his other hand to push his cock back into you. A broken gasp leaves you as he slowly drives his cock into you, hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll. “I can’t...”

“Can’t what?” He teases, pressing his face into your neck as he groans. He has yet to come, more focused on overstimulating you but you know he’s growing close. You roll your hips lazily, exhausted but wanting to see Rafe once he reaches the peak of pleasure. It’s your favorite sight — how vulnerable he looks when he’s coming deep inside of you.

“Want you to come.”

“Hold onto me,” He grunts into your neck, and you listen as you wrap your arms tightly around him. You wanted him to be impossibly closer, Rafe sharing that sentiment as he speeds up his movements. The squelching of your pussy mixed with the sounds of him pounding into you, your husband’s hips stuttering as he starts to come.

“You’re so good,” He brings his lips to yours, mumbling against them between whimpers. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this good.”

“Shit,” You curse as keeps pushing his clock into you, and you know he’s not stopping until you come again. His words push you, but the ache in your center makes you whine, “I’m too sensitive.”

“I thought you wanted to come,” He mocks, bringing his hand to your throat but only to rest there. “You wanted to earlier.”

He pressed his lips to yours again, tongue pushing into your mouth. His movements are erotic, pushing you over the edge as you release onto his cock again. He swallows your screams, slowing his movements and pressing himself to the hilt.

He walks you both over to the small sofa in the corner of your room, sitting down. You gasp as the new position pushes himself even deeper, “Please-”

“It’s okay, you’re just gonna warm me for a little bit,” He pecks your lips, hands coming to your hips to massage them lightly. “Then I’m gonna fuck you again, and you’re gonna cum until I tell you to stop.”

You nod, eyes closing as you rest your head on his chest. His touch now completely contrasts the toughness he held earlier, and your body relaxes on his as you relish in the intimacy. After a few minutes or thirty — you not having any concept of time right now in your state — he taps your ass lightly.

“Move,” He states, the gruff tone sending a shiver up your spine. You sit up to face him, his hands tightening on your hips as he starts to you up and down on his cock. You whine, burying your face back into his neck as you prepare for a long night.

#obx fic #obx #rafe cameron smut #outer banks #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x you #rafe fic #rafe cameron

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silly-l1ttle-guy · 5 months

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how i think bucci gang would confess their love

i don't even know anymore man, enjoy the hcs

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Bruno Bucciarati

very calm about it

it just slipped out one day lmao

he was just chilling with Abbacchio and he was talking about something

"I understand how you feel, Abbacchio. But you have to be more careful, ok? I love you." "I know- WHAT?!"

bruno acted like he meant to say that

he was screaming on the inside tho

the moment he got home he was giggling and kicking his feet

he has a boyfriend now

Leone Abbacchio

he probably confessed while drunk

he's the type of guy to push his feelings away and not pay attention to them

but spoiler alert, you can't push away your intense love for Bruno, dumb goth whore

probably tried to avoid Bruno for a bit

it worked until Bruno took care of him while he was drunk

"Ok Abbacchio, it's time to go home now-" "but I love you!"

Bruno just stared at him for a second before bringing him home and hoping to GOD that Abbacchio wouldn't remember what he said

he did

they had a deep conversation after and started dating

Abba looked a little happier that day

Giorno Giovanna

very straight forward about it

walked up to Fugo and said "we need to talk"

istg Fugo almost shit his pants, he thought he was gonna get in trouble or some shit

instead giogio just sat him down and told him he liked him

"What did you need, Giorno?" "I'm in love with you." "...." ".........." "....WHAT?!"

Giorno started listing everything he loves about Fugo and strawb boy almost fucking fainted he was so flustered

Giorno had to stop halfway through his rant to make sure Fugo was ok

he ended up gaining a boyfriend and was super happy and giddy for the rest of the week

everyone else was wondering why he was smiling so much and flapping his hands (it's because he's autistic)

also clung to fugo like a glue trap

Pannacotta Fugo

another one to push down his feeling and try to dismiss them

he couldn't look at giorno for more than five seconds before turning bright red and looking away

EVERYONE knew he liked giorno lmao (except giorno)

he probably didn't confess, instead giorno overheard mista and narancia teasing him about it

"Still got a crush on the golden boy, Fugoo??" "shut. up." "C'mon! We just wanna know!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP" "I'll take that as a yes" "FUGO LOVES GIORNO!" "I DO NOT-" "You love me, Fugo?"

Fugo immediately shut up at slowly turned to Giorno with the most terrified expression you'll ever see in his life

bro looks like he just pissed himself

cue nara and mista laughing their lungs out in the background

he just quickly brought giorno into another room and quietly explained that he had feelings for him

it was all good because he gained a boyfriend

he was a lot happier for the rest of the week

Guido Mista

verrryy flirty

but he only uses cringy flirts

sometimes they're good but most of the time...

"hey, are you lightning? cuz you're McQueen. KACHOW"

since i don't ship him with anyone YOU (yes you, person reading this) GET TO BE THE UNLUCKY PERSON MISTA CONFESSES HIS LOVE TO

when i say unlucky i mean unlucky

he'll never leave you alone

"I need to go piss hold on" "can I come?"

LIKE NO YOU CANNOT

probably confessed with a love letter (he's a sucker for romance)

but like he just handed you a letter and ran off

he'd be very happy if you said yes

everyone would know that he's dating you by the end of the week

also do NOT sleep in the same bed as this guy, he snores louder than a nuclear explosion

Narancia Ghirga

shy. that's all i'm gonna say

he'd try to act chill and fail miserably

my guy tries to say something flirty and stumbles over his words so bad he trips

"hey, so, uh, d-did it, um, hurt when- when you, uh, y-you fell from heav- heaven? Uh, actually nevermind! OKBYETALKTOYOULATER!" *trips*

cried to Mista about it later

i also don't ship narancia with anyone so YOU, THE READER, ARE THE LUCKY ONE WHO GAINS HIS AFFECTION

and when I say lucky, I mean LUCKY

sweetest boy ever

he'll literally die for you

probably tried to confess romantically but stumbled over his words and got so nervous he almost passed out

just ended up screaming that he loves you

"s-so, basically, uh, the thing is, um, I uh... FUCK IT! I LOVE YOU!"

his face was so red

very giddy and happy for a long while if you say yes

he'd proudly show you off

Trish Una

once again, YOU get to be the one she's attracted to

surprisingly chill about it

she compliments you on a daily basis

expect her to constantly be around you

mf she is NOT leaving you alone

"I need to piss" "let's go piss together queen"

i fully believe trish is a hardcore lesbian

she cringes at the thought of dating men

"I'm sure one day you'll find a kind young man to take care of you" "EW no"

CONFESSES LIKE A NORMAL PERSON

"you wanted to talk to me?" "yeah, so I kinda have a crush on you and I was wondering if you felt the same way?"

very smiley if you say yes

also she will NOT let go of you hand

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laithraihan · 1 month

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I really don't care about whatever someone ships or doesn't & I do believe you that it's not meant shippy & I think that's fine, because it's fiction so you can make up a bond between whoever you like however you like. But that goes for everyone else alike.

Art will be interpreted as soon as you look at it not after digging for the artist's own opinion, so I can't say I'm surprised that people look at it and think it's shippy first. Sure, some were annoying about it I grant you that, but I think it's because it simply comes of hypocritical to act like a ship interpretation is nuts when the art simply does look like that on first glance.

The average MP100 viewer will not interpret a familial bond between these two characters who canonically barely interacted, but you did. (& more power to you) Maybe your average follower will not interpret a romantic implication in your artworks, but others will. (& more power to them)

I really don't think people lack parental love to see it shippy, I think people simply expect parental love between, well, a parent and their child. Not someone you personally declared to be a "weird uncle" to a girl he barely knows. I didn't even want good night kisses from my actual "weird uncle" as a kid idk man.

Again, I don't see the slightest issue with the platonic relationship you make up for them. I just also get where the romantic interpretations are coming from.

Your uncle/niece interpretation sincerely is farther removed from canon than ship interpretations are from your artworks.

Interesting message so I'll answer this genuinely.

To start off: I Never once implied that it was crazy that other people would interpret this as romantic at first glance. I quite literally said that I understood the confusion because these two barely interacted in canon. Which is why Im always happy to explain my intentions. Experiences vary so what one considers normal may not be normal to someone else: I'm very much aware of this but y'all clearly aren't.

When it gets to the point where people say "this artist drew that AND said it wasn't shipping even though we can obviously tell theyre delusional and in denial", that's where the problem is. I provide an explanation, that explanation gets ignored, people either answer "lmao just admit it" or they treat me as if I'm the worst person alive and they refuse to accept they must've been wrong about their interpretations. They proceed to openly "discuss" this (by just mocking me repeatedly, nothing constructive) in a public space where they think I can't see it almost as if they forget I'm an actual person who can come across these messages at any time.

What others ship or don't ship is none of my concern, I stay away from circles I dislike. But when people constantly attempt to force me into "admitting" I'm into something that I have zero interest in out of malicious intent, then naturally it'll annoy me.

I'm sure you didn't really mean to imply that I was merely outraged at the thought of someone interpreting this as romantic if they didnt know every single thing about my headcanons which is why I'm answering you sincerely. So please forgive me for assuming the ones who compared a peck on the cheek to some nonsense like "platonic breastfeeding" have never experienced any sort of familial love growing up 💜

#asks #and whether or not you think my headcanons are 'so removed from canon' is also not an issue by itself #this is 100% me being self indulgent and i don't hide that fact #i draw whatever i want whenever i feel like it and if others dislike it then i understand #but please don't act like these people were totally oblivious when making these comments: they knew very well what they were doing

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ozzy-boy · 8 months

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Volks' love languages

(his deluxe date made me start thinking about this... I'm definitely going to make more of these for the other guys <3)

-Volks isn't a touchy feely guy. He just isn't. Sure, he opens up a lot more around you than he does around other people, but that doesn't mean he isn't awkward and cagey about it.

-Won't initiate physical touch. Practically refuses to. You have to be the one to initiate everything.

-It isn't even that he doesn't want to touch you- no, he's just too stubborn to ask. Because (clearly) asking your significant other for a hug is embarrassing (obviously). He always has to bring it up in a round-about way, like "If you tripped and fell on me-" or "If you wanted to-".

-He eventually gets more and more used to it the longer you're dating.

-Just don't call attention to it when it finally happens. If you make a big deal out of him hugging or deciding to kiss you first, he'll get embarrassed and stop. It's like getting the trust of a wild animal- he's skittish. (lmao)

-In general though, physical touch just isn't really his thing. He doesn't hate it (even if he pretends he does), but it's not usually his first thought either. Hates PDA don't even try it with him cause he'll refuse.

-Isn't the biggest fan of gifts, either... He just isn't very materialistic. He could take or leave most presents, unless they were particularly thoughtful or really to his taste.

-The best gift you can give him is an activity to do together, or something for him to cook. If you ever want to get Volks downright giddy, get him the expensive wagyu. Seriously, he'll be like a kid on Christmas.

-Which leads into one love language Volks is very much a fan of: Acts of service.

-It stems from his childhood. His mother was an ER nurse- and he did everything he could to make her life less difficult.

-He got good grades, kept his room clean, didn't get in fights... He was kind of the definition of a 'good kid'. Started doing his own laundry and making his own meals a lot younger than a lot of kids typically would. He never really minded it, either. Usually, when the house was already clean and dinner was already cooked, it meant that him and his mom could spend more time together since she didn't have anything extra to do after work.

-This bleeds into his romantic relationships too, even if he doesn't realize it. The biggest way Volks shows he loves you is by doing things for you. This trait comes out x100 if you live together.

-You are NOT going to work without a packed lunch. If you bug him about it enough he might even leave you cute little notes. Usually just stupid little doodles of wolves and stuff but he doesn't understand why you love them so much.

-Cooks most of the meals and does most of the chores. (malewife fr)

-You try to insist that you should split the chores 50/50... but he just ignores it. He wants to make your life less difficult.

-"So what if I did the laundry already? We don't need to take turns doing it... C'mon, don't look at me like that."

-"Don't worry about the dishes, I'll do them myself later... Seriously, there are better ways to spend our time together."

-He's secretly such a sweetheart, although he struggles with words of affirmation.

-Sometimes, Volks will say something so incredibly sweet that it makes you swoon but it's never on purpose.

-If he's TRYING to use his words, he can't come up with anything. He's plagued with awkwardness and an emotionally stunted personality, words are hard for him. He struggles to string words together that really explain how much he likes you...

-When he says something really sweet, it's probably because he's just being honest and not putting any thought into it.

-Which... Volks kind of has a problem with sometimes. It's difficult for him to really talk about his emotions and feelings and that's why he always pushes this cares about nothing/nonchalant attitude- you can't be disappointed if nothing ever bothers you.

-So, he actually really appreciates having someone that speaks their mind and means it. You manage to fluster him so much just by being nice and honest with him.

-Hearing you say how much you like him, how attractive you think he is, how much you appreciate what he does for you... Really makes him swoon.

-He's never really put much faith into people's words- actions are what speaks loudest- but it's different when it's you. He loves your words.

-Just... tone down the flirting and compliments in public, okay? He thinks he looks like a dork when he blushes like crazy in public and he'll pout about it.

-Volks' other main love language is quality time.

-Just wants to spend time with you. He doesn't really care what you're doing, or where, or for how long.

-Whether it's for a couple of minutes between your busy schedule, or for hours at a time. Any time he spends with you is good time spent.

-Volks is a homebody and an introvert at heart. His personal time and space are not something he gives up lightly. Just the fact that he allows you in his apartment when you start dating is a high honor, because it's a privilege only few are afforded. (few = you and his mom)

-You don't even have to be doing anything when you're together. Volks is the type that's perfectly content to just exist in the same room. It gives him a good opportunity to stare at you without you noticing.

-Speaking of staring, it's practically a love language in it of itself for him. He loves to just look at you, and he doesn't really care if it's 'weird'. So what if he's staring? You're hot. It'd be a shame not to stare.

-He'll also love it if you engage in his hobbies, especially if you agree to go camping with him. Just be careful, his idea of camping is closer to straight up survival. But he'll be happy, so you figure it's worth giving up your comfortable bed and learning to spear fish in the wilderness.

#volks blush blush #blush blush volks #blush blush game #bb volks #ozzy writing #blush blush #volks #bb #volks x reader

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shitty-mechs-headcannons · 9 months

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(this.... this is a longer thing than I meant it to be so apologies for that in advance.)

so I have this headcanon that is basically canon in my brain that the Toy Soldier can sort of teleport wherever as long as it's reasonable (not to far away, is actually a place to exist, etc) which plays into a lot of other stuff in my brain.

(Also don't ask Toy how it teleports it will "glitch" bc it doesn't know how to explain it, it just can so it will probably shoot you or break something. "I Can't Take Anyone With Me Jonny So I Kindly Ask You To Stop Or I May Have To Shoot You For The Umpteenth Time-")

ANYWAY to the main headcanon event (that I don't know will fit well into canon and mostly don't care) but I saw a post saying that weird notes in Justice and Once And Future King sound like morse code repeating DB for Drumbot Brian, like a sort of SOS beacon. Obviously is this were the case, the crew of the Aurora likely didn't receive in time to reach Brian, or they didn't receive it at all.

So picture the image my brain has painted: TS doing whatever it is Toy does away from the Aurora and coincidentally (cosmic-narratively) within range of the Station, when the SOS is sent out. Toy receives it, and resolves to pop up near Brian. It finds that there is no immediate danger it can detect aside from the Station's fall, to which it cannot help.

"You don't have to stick around, you know," Brian says, voice hoarse (considering the tears of oil and all-consuming rust, it's no wonder why). Brian didn't expect the crew to find his call in time anyway, it was hope beyond hope, and besides, he's immortal- they'll find him eventually. Hopefully.

"Well," The Toy Soldier starts, looking strangely contemplative, considering it's fashion. "I Suppose I Could Fetch The Crew, But I'm Certain They Have Heard Your Call Already, So No Need." No need unless Brian orders, of course, though he won't. Even if he wanted to, he doesn't have the strength or willpower at this point.

"But why stay?"

It's quiet for a moment, aside from the sizzle of ever-growing heat and distant moans of those laid half-dead from battle.

"Considering Your Past, One Would Think You Dislike Loneliness. Though My Fashion Leaves None For Feelings, I Could Say I Should Hate To Leave You Lost and Lonely Ever Again."

Despite himself, Brian felt a small bittersweet smile form on his lips. He can't help but mourn the Station and it's occupants, and he seriously doubts immortal company is much in the way of the center of the sun, but... "Thanks, Toy."

And that was that for quite a while yet.

(SO SORRY THIS GOT OUT OF HAND LMAO IT'S SO LONG. I have the writers curse where a one paragraph summary turns into, whatever stuff like this is. Sincere apologies to whoever tried to read this but hope it's not bad?)

waaah i love it

-mod fen

#the mechanisms #the toy soldier #drumbot brian #not shitty #mod fen

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nishayuro · 2 years

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My Hero Academia Class 1-A with a Gojo!Reader

A/N: I was scrolling through tumblr searching for a jjk x mha type headcanon like this but can't find any sfw ones T-T so as a writer I opened my laptop and made one >< I mighttttt make this into a bit of a series type?? idk but I definitely love this idea so pls give me more scenario ideas, my requests are open!

Genre: Fluff

GN!Reader

part 2

You’re the child of Gojo Satoru, the number 2 international hero, fame only 2nd to All Might himself. Though your father is of Japanese descent, He decided to be more of an international hero rather than staying put in one country.

He’d have either his other pro hero friends Suguru or Shoko to babysit you during his busy days where he is needed somewhere else, or to his sidekick Nanami Kento.

You inherited his quirks, Six eyes and Limitless which are highly sought after quirks due to how immensely strong they are (Let’s pretend that six eyes also allows us energy manipulation in the MHA world because writing Gojo’s technique is hard af) of course your father trained you seeing that you also wanted to become a pro hero like him.

Due to spending time with your father growing up, you had picked up on his personality but you were more on the calmer side (thanks to your babysitters)

When you told Satoru that you wanted to enroll into UA highschool, he fully supported you and asked if you wanted to be known as a Gojo, to which you said yes.

The public never knew that the Gojo Satoru actually had a child, he kept it a secret in fear that villains would use you against him, especially when you were young and he couldn’t always be with you.

So when he made a public appearance with you, announcing you were his child, the people went insane!!

Not only did one of the strongest heroes have a kid who was practically a teenager by now, that also meant that he was off of the bachelor’s list (F to them, Satoru loves your mom a lot)

You looked a lot like him too, blue eyes and white hair and all.

You went to UA on the 2nd day because of a few things you had to fix first with your dad.

Surprise surprise! You got into 1- A. You came into the room with Aizawa sensei who introduced you to the class.

Your presence, along with your quite laid back personality made your classmates a little intimidated, even the spiky haired blonde much to his dismay.

When you introduced yourself to the class, you took off your blindfold for formalities, showing your beautiful blue eyes.

Congrats! You got the class blushing from how attractive you look.

During your quirk assessment tests, everyone watched your moves as you showcase your skills. Midoriya was both astonished and scared of how well you knew your quirk. Which made sense since your father would sometimes bring you to missions as a form of training.

Not much was known by the public about the quirk you and your father possessed, so Midoriya took this opportunity to observe further.

You used your teleportation for the running and jumping ones and you manipulated your energy to strengthen you during the grip test one.

During the ball throwing tests, you decided to use black flash, which sent the ball flying very far, shocking your classmates.

During break, Midoriya approached you and asked about your quirk while also fanboying about your father.

He asked why you were wearing a blindfold and you explained that six eyes makes you more sensitive and can fry your brain if overused, The scared look on his face after you said that made you laugh.

After getting to know you more, the class found out you weren’t that intimidating, you just had the confident aura your father has.

You got along well with everyone! With your playful personality and all, you fit right in!

Your hero costume is like Satoru’s jujutsu uniform and your blindfold is also like his, He says you both are twins lmao.

Being one of the stronger ones, Bakugou and Todoroki definitely made it a goal to overpass you. But you’d look at the two which a mischievous glint and deck them during training lmao.

You don’t use your dangerous techniques, knowing how easy they can kill if used wrong, you definitely ask your father for help on that one.

You became a sort of teacher to the class in a way, with you having more experience in the field, you like helping them out.

Midoriya, Todoroki and Bakugou being the ones who come to you more, well in Bakugou’s case asks to spar with you more.

Overall, despite how overpowered you may seem, you still fit right in with the class and they treat you like normal despite being the kid of a well known pro hero.

Bonus!!

Satoru definitely comes to UA just to annoy you and sometimes teach when he’s in the mood.

He’d spar with you in front of the class and that's the only time they see you losing so bad lmao

Midoriya definitely bombarded Satoru with questions which inflate his ego more.

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#jujutsu kaisen headcanons #my hero academia headcanons #Gojo!Reader #mha x reader #jjk x mha #jujutsu kaisen #my hero academia #Boku no hero academia #class 1a #Gojo satoru child #Dad!Gojo #jjk quirk au

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behoright · 1 year

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prisoner (love countdown series) | a. svechnikov

i can't forget you, your love is the loudest/ i can't control it

summary: part 5! lovestruck andrei messed around with you a little too much at the game before the roadie. also, the whole canes team just acting like dorks (bc they are)

wordcount: 3.1k

warnings: cursing. mentions of boobies and boners (lmao) idk if that is 18+ but if it is I repel all minors DONT READ this. thank u all for reading :’) reminder that I am not good at this I’m just really horny. heavier smut IS coming okay I just need this to start off as pg13 as possible because the later chapters could literally get me institutionalized

p.s.: this is the bra I thought you’d wear but you let your imaginations run wild okay https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1404/8101/products/Daisy_Bra_Front_e196baa3-10f0-42bc-94c5-89ad1312821b_1400x.jpg?v=1660696818

♩ ◦ ₪ ˚ 🗝️ ︵

“What’s going on with him?”. Andrei’s teammates stared perplexed at the young player, who was continuously shooting pucks into the net, hours before warm ups even started. “I haven’t seen Andrei this nervous since he first started out with us.” Martinook said. “You think he’s nervous? About what?” Brady asked. The rest of the guys turned to look at him.

“Y/N”.

Pyotr and Andrei had undeniably become closer, since the young player had joined the Canes. Andrei had missed having full conversations in his native tongue on the daily, and he was glad to take someone under his wing as well, just as Dougie had done with him. Pyotr was aware of you, and he just couldn’t understand why Andrei had never brought you around. He said you had come to games before, but Pyotr had never seen you, and the others didn’t even know your name, less alone your existence.

At first, the rookie thought he was just sleeping with her - not important enough to introduce her to anyone. Just another girl. But as time went by, Andrei’s attention began to slip. He would tell stories of his “friend”, mention how much you liked this and that, tales from your classes, and after much asking, Pyotr finally got a name.

Y/N. He said it quietly, with a blush, and changed conversation topics quickly. Suddenly he realized why he had never met her. Andrei really liked this girl, and that couldn’t be brought up, in any way, shape or form. Andrei would shoot him down so fast, Pyotr couldn’t believe it. He sure would tease his fellow teammate constantly, but he could tell that something deep down made Andrei… uncomfortable. Or anxious, antsy. Not the typical Andrei that he was so used to. So he left it alone. However, he knew what was really going through his friend’s head.

“Trip. Nervous about trip. With girl.”. The boys immediately understood what he meant.

“He likes her?” Jarvy asked.

With a nod, Pyotr did his best to explain. “He…no talk. But, uh, he likes girl. A lot. Too shy”.

“Svech? Shy? There’s no way.” Sebastian chimed in.

“I’ve seen him out with a million girls - I wouldn’t describe him as shy, particularly. Cocky is a better word.” Neci snickered.

Pyotr threw his hands up - “Different. You see tonight.”

All the guys looked at each other, but before they could say anything, their heads bolted back to the young player on the ice. “You guys are going to practice with me? Or what?” he shouted, banging his stick against the glass closest to them. “I bet you cannot win 3v3 right now.”

The guys all raised an eyebrow at Pyotr - there was no way anything could have shaken Andrei’s steady smugness, much less a girl.

“You wait and see. Then you tell me” answered the rookie.

⁺ ⠀┄

Andrei knew he needed to get back to the arena as soon as possible. After his shower, he picked up some food and raced back. He couldn’t afford to get distracted before tonight’s game, and he needed extra practice so he would do his job properly and also wouldn’t make a fool out of himself in front of you.

He spent a couple of hours alone, shooting into the net, trying to fight off the thoughts plaguing his mind.

He was intoxicated, and hadn’t even seen you in days.

He couldn’t quit dreaming about you running your hands through his hair, down his neck and spine, over his belly and down-

No. Focus on the puck. Focus on the puck.

He wanted to do well tonight, and secretly hoped to not even see you before the game, in all honesty. Just the fact that he knew you were in the stands made his heart jolt already. Thankfully, he was able to see that the guys were early too; however, they were all standing around in the seats, watching him shoot. What were they talking about so much? Why was everyone acting so off lately?

“You guys are going to practice with me? Or what ? I bet you cannot win 3v3 right now.” Yeah, perhaps some good old team practice would settle him down.

⁺ ⠀┄

“So, are you going to tell me what you were talking about before?” Andrei asked, getting his stick ready in the locker room. Neci’s head snapped up to look at the Russian. “Uh, nothing.” Andrei raised an eyebrow at his friend.

“You just seem a bit on edge lately, that’s all. We hope everything is okay.” Martin wanted to know if Pyotr was right, but he knew better than to tease Andrei before a game.

“Everything’s fine brother. I want to play the game right.”

Neci couldn’t help himself. “Yeah totally. Uh… are you sure it has nothing to do with our roadie coming up? You know, bringing your friend along and all.”

Andrei tried his best to keep his eyes on the tape he was wrapping around his stick, hoping his friend wouldn’t feel his demeanor change.

“What? No, not at all. It’s just a trip with friends right?”

“Yes, but not once have you talked about this friend of yours. And we had to put up with Rod reminding you about the trip for weeks now. I mean, you never put off stuff like this.”

Andrei’s heart sank - he hoped his teammate wouldn’t be able to notice the small sweat beads forming at his hairline.

“I just- I want her to have a good time. She has never seen this much of my job. I want it to be okay.” Martin patted his teammate on the back. “Dude it’ll be fine. I’m sure she’s going to love it…. Do you like her or something?”

“Alright alright” Andrei said, rolling his eyes and standing up quickly, but he knew he couldn’t hide his blush and smile.

“Oh, Andrei has a little crush!” Neci said, teasing louder.

“Shh, no. I- I go and get my shirt now. Bye.”

Andrei quickly walked into the bathroom with his head down, turned on the faucet and splashed cold water in his face. His worst fear was coming to fruition right now - he hated to lose focus. He dipped his face in his hands again, and when he looked up at the mirror, he saw Neci and Pyotr walking into the restroom.

“Dude, it’s fine. Just play your game and she’ll have a good time.”

“Oh, you can make her have a good time alright”

The three boys snapped their heads towards a closed stall. Pyotr smacked his hand on his forehead.

“Burnzie, shut up!” Andrei fixed his eyes on the ceiling as he nervously bit his lip.

“Chill, you got it. You do this all the time, almost every night. We will simply have extra company on this trip, that’s all.”

Pyotr nodded and waved towards the stall - “Do not listen Burnzie. We have fun tonight.”

As embarrassed as Andrei was, as he took pride in being the one lifting up his teammates, he felt pretty thankful that they had his back. He nodded as they walked back in the locker room and mentally replayed their words in his head. Just a regular game, regular roadie, with a bit of extra company.

⁺ ⠀┄

The familiar cheer of the crowd was able to calm down Andrei during his warm up routine. He felt really fortunate to be playing this game, and had to pinch himself everytime he saw kids wearing his jersey and asking for a puck.

He was loose, happy to be warming up and messing around with his teammates, until he looked up, scanning the crowd once again, and saw you. Sitting on the bench, talking with Neci’s sister to the kids, who were waiting to meet the players.

Be cool, be cool, be cool.

He knew he couldn’t avoid this any longer. He reminded himself to act casual, as he always did around you. Nothing had really changed, not in your eyes at least. As he skated towards you, he couldn’t help but stare at the way you so intently listened to the kids, who were basically bouncing off their seats.

He came up and messed up your hair with his glove while greeting the little ones, which caused the usual smiley eye roll from you.

“Hi dingus.”

“You’re here early.” Andrei answered, with a smile.

“Yeah, since we leave for the trip tomorrow I asked for today off. I came early to avoid the traffic and such. I met your coach by the way - Rod? He’s the one that got me down here by the bench in the first place.”

Of course he did, Andrei thought. He did his best not to scoff at Rod too hard in front of you.

“You are ready for the trip? It’s going to be a lot of traveling, you know.”

“Oh I’m sure I’ll be okay flying on your team’s private plane for a week. Am I going to have to play hockey or something? You know I suck at skating.”

“Oh trust me, I remember.” Andrei laughed at the reminiscence - you guys had gone to an ice skating rink a long time ago, and he remembers being doubled over in laughter at how clumsy you were. Another memory quickly took the player by surprise: the feeling of your small hands in his when he tried to guide you, and the way your eyes reflected the lights, or the snow caught in your hair-

No, no, no, Not right now, Andrei. He took a deep breath.

“I, uh. We will know the schedule and all tomorrow.”

“Cool.” you replied, looking at him, hands in your back pockets. “You nervous?”

Andrei’s heart (and face, inevitably) dropped.

“Nervous?” he said, perhaps too frantically.

“For tonight? The game you’re about to play? It seems like a big one.” you answered, looking around at the seats quickly filling up.

Oh. That’s what you meant.

“C’mon now. You know I don’t get nervous.” he snapped back with a cocky grin.

“Oh yeah, big man Svechnikov is never nervous because he’s sooo good.” Andrei laughed, but before he could say anything, he noticed your gaze change, staring now deeper into his eyes, and moving your body closer to his.

“I know you’re lying, Drei. I can see right through you.” you teased.

Andrei took a sharp inhale, and felt completely paralyzed. He wanted so badly to grab your chin and push his lips against yours. So badly.

“Geez, Andrei, chill. Everyone gets nervous right?”. Seeing as she was only joking, Andrei upped the ante.

“You know me - I’m just too good.” he replied, teasingly, as he grabbed his water and squirted some of it in his mouth, not breaking eye contact.

“You’re so full of shit, Svechnikov.”

This caused Andrei to roll his eyes, turn the bottle around and playfully squirt some water at you. However, instead of it falling on your head, where he was initially aiming for, the long stream of water covered your chest.

Oh shit.

Your mouth fell open as you shoved him backwards. “Andrei!”

Your white bodysuit, with a cut that was already low enough, was splattered all over with water, revealing your bra.

“Um…” Andrei knew he was staring, but he couldn’t help it. He tried to open his mouth but he genuinely couldn’t get any words out. He had sneaked a peak at your chest often enough, but this was wholly different.

“I didn’t even bring a jacket and it’s freezing in here; this will never dry.” Andrei looked at the clock above.

“Here, come.” He mustered up the courage to grab your arm and lead you to the locker room.

“Can I even be in here?’ you looked around, concerned.

“It’s okay. You can have one of my jerseys.”

Your chest perked up: “Is this your locker?” you asked, head tilted.

Even with your chest soaking and basically completely showing through, Andrei thought you looked the most beautiful when you gave him that look. Big eyes, looking up at him, waiting for his answer. God, he really needed to get it together.

Chuckling, he answered: “Yes, this is my spot. Now put this on before you get sick.”

He saw you grab the jersey and study how big it was; as you started to get the sleeves on, he realized: here comes the word vomit again. He didn’t even think about saying it, it sorta just came out.

“You need to take your shirt off, silly. Because you will freeze - it will not dry in the arena. It’s too cold.” He hoped the redness in his face didn’t show as he said that. He couldn’t take back what he said now.

“Well duh, but how am I going to change here? What if someone walks in?” you looked around as you said. His eyes narrowed when he noticed you were blushing too.

“I turn around and cover you. We’re in a corner, no one will see. How long could you possibly take?” he said, with a grin on his face.

“Fine - but don’t look, okay?”

“No promises.” Andrei whispered as he turned around.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing, nothing.” he quietly laughed.

His body was big enough that you noticed he actually did cover you as you changed.

“Um, I’m sorry Drei, my skin is really wet. Do you have anything I can use to dry myself off?” He could sense the trembling in your voice, and he started moving frantically to find a washcloth to give you that hopefully wasn't soaked in sweat.

When he turned around to hand you the towel, he made sure to look down - he liked you, but he didn’t want to be creepy. As they say though, old habits die hard. As soon as you proceeded to wipe the damp patch of skin, he couldn’t resist but peer his eyes over. Oh. He had never seen your breasts like…this. Obviously. Even though it was just a peek, Andrei noticed the goosebumps on your skin, how soft you looked, and the lace on your white bra drove him absolutely mad. He swiftly turned around again, feeling pretty lucky that his hockey gear covered most of what was going on in his pants, and the fact that you couldn’t see the huge smile on his face. Maybe she really couldn’t tell how flustered he was.

A little laugh made his eyebrows shoot up.

“Drei, you’re so big.”

If he thought his heart couldn’t beat any faster, and his pants couldn’t get tighter, he was wrong. What did she just say?

She appeared in front of him - his jersey looked gigantic on her. Her stature and the fact that she was wearing his number made him want to grab her right then and there and spin her around, just to hear that giggle again. He couldn’t even see her hands because the sleeves were too long.

“See? It’s so big on me!” she said. And there it was. That look again - the smile, the eyes and the head tilt. It took all of his strength not to grab both of her cheeks and kiss her right then and there.

“Yeah, you’re so small.” Andrei internally facepalmed. He sounded like such an idiot.

“No - you’re the huge one, Mr. Hockey player.”.

“He sure is, aren’t you, Svechy?”

Andrei looked up, horrified. Jarvy had walked in, right on time for that joke. Your head whipped around, your long hair wafting perfume towards Andrei.

“Hmm?” you said. A wave of relief washed over Andrei. She hadn’t heard. But your perfume, your voice, god, you were so sweet.

“You working the merch stand, Svech? You better make her pay for that. It's exclusive.” Seth joked around. Andrei desperately started shaking his head at him. “Stop!” he mouthed to his friend, who just got closer to you.

“I’m Seth. You must be Y/N.”

“How’d you know?”

“Oh, you’re Andrei’s secret friend, we all know. The whole team is excited to finally meet you, and find out why he’s kept you so hidden for so long.”

Andrei’s gestures to make Seth stop got more and more ridiculous - he wanted to tackle his friend to the ground, he was so embarrassed. Thankfully, you couldn’t see how much he was silently freaking out behind you.

“Oh, I’m a wanted criminal - that must be why.” Your joke made Jarvis’ head throw back with laughter.

“She’s funny, Andrei, I like it.”

You turned around to look at him, with a slight blush and shake of your head.

“Don’t listen to Jarvy, Y/N, he’s not all there.” And you laughed again. He was head over heels for you. Big trouble.

“You’re one to talk. We’re starting soon, little criminal, you’re going to have to get out of here. Don’t worry Drei, you’ll see her again right after.” Seth winked.

Andrei’s face had been completely flushed for the whole day now, but this one caused a whole different shade of red.

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“I was just leaving anyway, guys. Have a great game Andrei, and thank you for the jersey.” you said, and squeezed his arm, walking away. “Nice to meet you, Seth.”

Jarvy waved at you as you made it out of the locker room; he was staring at Andrei, who was completely still, unblinking, watching you strut away.

“Man, you’ve got it bad.” Jarvy snarked, which made Andrei completely snap out of it, and immediately pounce on his friend.

“You are such a dumbass, Seth!” the 6’3” player quickly trapped his teammate in a chokehold. Nevertheless, Jarvs couldn’t stop laughing.

“Don’t ever do that again! I swear, Jarvy, you are-”

“Hey!”

Staal’s deep voice stopped the young players.

“Let’s go boys! Save the hype for the tunnel.”

The guys quickly composed themselves and walked towards the rest of their team, only after Andrei gave his friend one last push.

⁺ ⠀┄

The game went a lot better than he expected - he was able to think clearly and really zone in. He did see you in the seats though, right when he was getting off a shift. Why weren’t you in the boxes with the other families? All of the girls he had brought to games before had always taken the most expensive seats. And he swore he saw you with the biggest smile on your face, and were you... biting your lip? Favorably, you were sitting way behind their bench, so when Drei caved in and tried to look behind him, he was met with his coach’s face, who slowly shook his head and handed him some smelling salts. Right, right.

⁺ ⠀┄

The team celebrated their win, their stars and their fans. Andrei was feeling really good about this one. He could, after all, play with you so close to him, and still come through for his team. All the cockiness was woefully wiped away quickly once he saw you standing outside of the locker room, against the wall, waiting for him.

He knew he was unfortunately staring again when you said:

“Ready for our sleepover?”

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