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inuyashaluver · 2 months

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happy new year angel!!!!! im sure u have heaps of request so no pressure this idea just popped into my head for niamhy (need more fics for her)!!!

so reader and niamh are lionesses but they aren’t v close/don’t interact because they both have crushes on each other but reader gets too shy/awkward about it so niamh thinks reader doesnt like her. but everyone notices the pining and awkward moments between them. anyway readers been playing in spain for their club team but isnt being treated well and gets an offer from chelsea which is perfect because its back home and an amazing team. the only thing reader is nervous about is being around niamh 24/7 and niamh is nervous about the same thing. anyway reader joins and quickly takes notice of how close niamh and jessie are and gets in her head about thinking of course niamh is taken, she’s so great. reader isnt jealous per say but definitely sad n insecure about it and then idk something happens, there’s some angst, niamh makes a move, they kiss, everyones happy!!!

misunderstanding - niamh charles

niamh charles x reader

description: in which you and your long time crush have a huge misunderstanding, maybe it was just what you needed?

warnings: swearing, a little angsty but not much, suggestive, a little long!

a/n: ITS NIAMHY BABY!! happy new year, my love! you’re so right, we need more niamh content! please enjoy and thank you for the request!! ❤️ i really don’t know how to feel about this one, i can’t think about it too much 😭

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you and niamh had a very..complicated relationship to say the least. you weren’t really sure where you stood with each other. you’d grown up together, working up the ranks in the lioness youth teams together as teammates, nothing else. but both of you wanted something more that the other had no idea about.

in your case, you had a form of infatuation for a certain brunette that you couldn’t even admit to yourself. you were pretty shy, finding comfort in familiarity where you wouldn’t step outside your comfort zone. the thought of you liking your teammate had you panicking.

your best friends ella and alessia had an inkling about your little crush, the way your eyes would linger on niamh at any point through the day, the way you would tense up and avoid eye contact as niamh would talk to the three of you were all telltale points that you were crushing. hard.

for niamh, she always found you earth shatteringly beautiful, not only physically but as a person. the way you carried yourself, the way you were so calm and collected, and how you were so kind, it made her heart flutter.

to say she had a little crush on you was an understatement, she tried everything she could to get you to even look her in the eye but you never would.

niamh was pretty sure you didn’t like her, you’d always go awkward, quiet when she approached you. that’s why it made things so hard for her, she desperately wanted you to like her back.

she never knew of the internal battle with yourself, how you were working up the courage just to have a full conversation with niamh but you could never get past the small talk.

—

“hey, (y/n)” niamh smiles as you walk into the change room, your eyes widen a little, swallowing the lump in your throat before you mutter up a small smile in return, feeling your cheeks burning.

“hi, niamh, you alright?” you breathe out, quickly walking to your cubby and busying yourself with changing. “yeah, i’m good, how are you?” niamh grins, happy you’re even talking with her. “fine” you smile a little dismissively, tugging on your training kit.

niamh’s eyebrows furrowed a little, looking at lotte next to her who just shrugged her shoulders, a little hint of a smile evident on lotte’s face as she watched you fan yourself to calm down your flustered face. looks like someone else knew about your crush.

when alessia came in shortly after, she gave a hearty laugh to a bashful, 16 year old you sitting in your cubby clearly panicking. niamh watched as alessia approached you, unable to hear your conversation.

“what did niamh do?” alessia teased with a whisper, “stop it, lessi” you whisper shout back, praying your cheeks weren’t flamed right now.

“so shy” alessia teased, you cover your face with your hands, recounting the tiny interaction with niamh and internally cursing yourself for not talking to her more.

“do you think i’m being obvious?” you whisper, alessia gives you a sympathetic smile, “painfully” you sigh loudly, covering your face with your hands while alessia assured you everything was okay.

niamh feels a little weird seeing the interaction, a funny feeling bubbling in her stomach as she watches you eventually smile when alessia makes you giggle at a joke. she wishes it could’ve been her in the situation, the one making you giggle.

—

it really only got worse from there, the more your affection for niamh grew the more it became obvious to anyone around you.

niamh didn’t notice it however, you weren’t outwardly flirting or anything, but she did take note of how she would catch your eye staring at her occasionally.

a little smirk would play at her lips at the thought of you liking her back. until you’d converse, and it would throw her for a loop again thinking you didn’t like her.

“so, (y/n), I heard you got a contract lined up in spain, that’s amazing, congratulations!” niamh smiles proudly, making an effort to sit in the empty chair next to you at the hotel breakfast before your boarded the bus for the under 20 team.

“yeah, um, i got a bit sick of the cold i guess” you joke, taking a little sip of water to ease your nerves, niamh smiles amusingly, you weren’t really one to joke with her.

“hm, pretty good idea, maybe i should play in spain, i’m made for the sun” niamh teases, you choke on your water slightly, coughing while niamh gently pat your back.

“shit, you okay?” niamh’s eyes widen, you nod vigorously, recovering with a sheepish expression plastered on your features.

ella and alessia burst out into laughter when you sat there insisting you were fine to niamh, muttering something about needing to change.

“don’t laugh at her, she just choked” niamh scolds as she watches you walk hurriedly out of the room, “oh, niamhy, that’s not what we’re laughing about” ella giggles, winking at niamh and promptly confusing her.

—

niamh signed a contract to chelsea and was truly flourishing, getting played and getting along with her teammates, it was what she wanted.

you on the other hand, were struggling.

it was hard being so far from home, you barely got any play time, but when you did, you played exceptionally and everyone said so. that’s why it was so confusing when you only got played occasionally.

your teammates didn’t really hang out with you outside of training because you didn’t speak spanish very well.

niamh kept tabs on you, she was concerned you weren’t getting played, how you barely posted on social media anymore.

it truly upset her, so much so she would frequently call ella and alessia just to see if you were alright but even they couldn’t get anything out of you.

you felt alone, trapped almost, so when the contract to chelsea arrived in 2021, you accepted without a second thought. being closer to home, family, friends, it’s all you wanted at that point.

when the news came of your transfer, excitement overtook niamh, she was ecstatic knowing she’d be able to be around you, rather than just nationally.

you were slightly terrified at the thought of being around niamh all the time, scared of how obvious you could be.

—

“hello, stranger!” an excited millie exclaims as you get out of your car, “hi, millie” you smile brightly, letting her hoist you up in a big hug, laughing as she swings you around.

“we’ve missed you, welcome home” she pats the top of your head, slinging an arm over your shoulder and showing you around.

“i’ve missed you too” you smile, getting introduced to a couple of girls in the change room until millie dragged you to the gym.

that’s when you see her, niamh talking to jessie in the corner of the room, looking as beautiful as ever. niamh and you obviously saw each other on national duty but after all that time of not seeing her, you fell in love all over again.

your heart panged a little when you saw jessie’s hand lingering on her arm but you dismissed it when millie called out to niamh. she turns and visibly brightens when she sees you.

“(y/n/n)!” niamh cheers, bolting over to you and pulling you into a tight embrace. one of her hands on your back while the other cradles you head.

“you’re home” she breathes out relieved, you’ve never hugged niamh for more than a second, it shocked you at how quick you melted into her embrace, finally getting that feeling of home you’ve been craving.

your own arms wound around her back while she held you close. “hi, niamhy” you breathe out with a little laugh, her heart fluttered at the nickname, sure she gets called that by everyone but you’re not everyone. you’re you, niamh’s.

she gave you one last squeeze before she pulled away, smiling at you shyly with pink cheeks as you made eye contact.

“i’ve been worried about you,” niamh squeezes your bicep gently as you looked up at her, relishing in the fact that you’re making eye contact. “i missed you, you know?” she grins,

your cheeks burn at that, the thought of niamh thinking about you, “me too” you say sheepishly. “if you ever want to talk about anything, ever, i’m here for you” niamh says earnestly,

your eyes grow a little watery, “thank you” you smile, unable to stop yourself from pulling her into another little hug, surprised by your own confidence.

niamh smiles in your embrace, moving back to look at you properly. you were as beautiful as ever, seemingly getting more gorgeous by the second.

“welcome home” she grins, pinching your cheek softly and squeezing your cheek teasingly, feeling accomplished when it spurred a little giggle from your lips.

jessie smiled as she watched the interaction, knowing all about niamh’s feelings towards you after her drunken confessions one too many times at a team bonding session.

“your girls finally here” jessie teases, niamh looks at you with a smile, watching as you talk to the new teammates around you. you seemed lighter, almost softer at this time, still shy but somewhat more confident.

“yeah, she is” niamh nods, turning back to jessie and immediately slapping her arm when she sees the teasing smile she was giving her.

you feel better about everything, getting along with everyone, playing better than ever that emma even complimented you on it, you were relieved. but the one person you wanted to impress was niamh, and impressed she was.

“god, i told you i needed to go to spain, superstar! i can’t keep up with you!” niamh laughs as she marks you, you laugh brightly,

“you were never one for the cold, were you niamhy?” you tease.

—

as the weeks went by, you and niamh got closer, you were able to talk to her without feeling like you needed back up.

“good morning, beautiful” niamh grins when you walk into training, “morning, charlesy” you giggle, moving to talk with her and jessie before the session started.

niamh was so excited about your blossoming relationship, flirting a little openly to test the waters and pleasantly surprised you would return in occasionally before catching yourself.

you got to training one day and again, like usual saw jessie and niamh, laughing loudly and joking around with each other in the change rooms. something about it had you feeling a little weird.

you liked jessie, a lot, she was one of the people that made you feel most comfortable, and of course you liked niamh, you liked them both, so why did it break your heart seeing them together?

jessie on the other hand had been giving you obvious signs that her and niamh were strictly platonic but you got in your head.

you couldn’t help but pull away from niamh, finding other people to talk with, to train with, niamh felt like you were both at square one. 16 year olds in love without knowing it of course, avoiding each other in fear of rejection.

when niamh noticed you pulling away from her again, it scared her. you were finally opening up, talking about spain and more, and now you just said hello to her.

she wracked her brain and truly couldn’t figure out why you didn’t want anything to do with her.

you felt awful about yourself, of course niamh had someone love and of course it wasn’t you. jessie was perfect and you understood that. you felt that the more you talked to niamh, the worse you felt, feeling like you were betraying jessie.

all you could think in the best case scenario was, why would niamh want anything to do with you? unaware of how much niamh truly loved you.

your eyes would linger on the two of them interacting, a clear hint of jealousy and disappointment written all over your face.

“hey, do you wanna train together?” niamh walks up to you sitting in your cubby, lacing up your boots. you pause and look up at her,

“shouldn’t you be training with jessie?” you question, almost like it’s obvious. niamh’s eyebrows furrow a little, “what do you mean?” niamh laughs a little.

you huff out a breath, finishing up with your boots and moving past her, “go with jessie, i’ll train with jess today” you dismiss, niamh got really confused there, watching as you walked away from her. she needed to pull out the big guns.

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“hey, less” niamh breathed out on the phone, “niamhy! long time no talk since your little lovebird turned blue” alessia teased, niamh shakes her head with a sigh, she wasn’t lying.

“yeah yeah, that’s who i’m calling about” niamh admits, fiddling with the ends of her hoodie as alessia giggled on the phone.

“i thought so, what’s up?” alessia smiled, feeling like she was about to be asked for relationship advice with you. “okay, well, we’ve been talking more, she’s finally looking me in the eye but she just stopped and started pulling away from me again.” niamh rambles, alessia thinks and hums for a second,

“hm, that’s weird, something must be going on with her” alessia admits, they continue talking and rule out that niamh needed to confront you about it. and so, the next day, niamh made her move.

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“hey, can i talk to you for a minute?” niamh knocks on your car window, you’d just pulled up to the training grounds.

you nod at her confused, unlocking the door and letting her slip in the passenger seat as you both sat in an awkward silence.

“so” you breathe out, “so” niamh parrots, clearing her throat and moving to face you. “are you okay?” niamh says simply, you look up at her, angling your body so you could face her,

“i’m fine, why?” you cock your head, niamh shakes her own, “no, (y/n), you’re not okay” niamh sighs frustratingly, “niamhy-” you start,

“no, you’re not okay, you’re pulling away” niamh argues, your eyes widen a little at the volume. “pulling away from what?” you scoff, “from me!” she exclaims, running a hand over her face.

“niamh, i’m not trying to pull away from you” you sigh, niamh looks over at you with a quirked brow, “it’s just” you choke out, “i don’t want to cross any lines with you” you shrug, niamh looks perplexed in that moment, “what do you mean?”

“niamh, you have a girlfriend, i don’t want to cross a boundary with you and fuck up your relationship” you mutter,

niamh’s eyes widen, stuttering while trying to conjure up an answer, “(y/n), i do not have a girlfriend” niamh asserts, watching as your face goes a little relieved.

“but jessie-” you start, niamh is quick to cut you off, “jessie fleming is my best friend and most definitely not my girlfriend” she looks you right in the eye, you go a little red under her gaze.

“what, you were scared i was taken? something you’re not telling me?” niamh teases, you roll your eyes fondly, smiling at the brunette in front of you.

“hm, i don’t know, charles, what do you think?” mocking her tone, she smiles at that, moving her body over a little more so she could really face you.

“sounds like you like me?” she grins, you shrug with a little smile, “and if i did?” you tease, niamh chuckles amusingly, looking down at your lips quickly before looking back in your eyes.

“well, i’d like to do something about it” she grins, “i’m not opposed” you tease, “what happened to my shy girl, huh?” niamh whispers, getting closer to you over the centre console.

“spain” you shrug, niamh chuckles at that, her hand moving to cradle your cheek. “gonna kiss me, charles?” you smirk, niamh shakes her head amusingly, loving how forward you were being.

you were honestly bubbling with anxiety, but in a good way. niamh grins before moving forward to pull you into a breathless kiss.

when she pulled away, you can’t help but go a little pink, “there she is, my shy girl” niamh teases, kissing you fondly a couple of times, making your head foggy and somehow ending up straddling her lap in the passenger seat of the car.

“i love you” you whisper softly, kissing niamh quickly before pulling away to look at her, drinking in her pink cheeks and blown out pupils, almost looking in a mirror to you.

“i love you” niamh says without missing a beat, smiling at you sweetly before breaking out into little fits of giggles.

you stayed in that position for a while, laughing and recounting all the points where your were flirting without realising, all the obvious moments you were in love.

—

you and niamh had been dating from that day till now, about two years of absolute bliss for the two of you.

you moved in together and when everyone found out the two of you were dating, no one would shut up about how it was a long time coming.

you were both on camp for the lionesses and when you and niamh walked hand in hand and cheesy grinned, the teasing doubled.

sure everyone knew you were together, witnessing the whole relationship but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t tease the two of you as much as they could.

“i feel bad for who has the room next to theirs” millie teases at breakfast, you instantly groan, moving closer to niamh while the team whistled and giggled at how red you got. “fuck yeah, get it niamhy” ella laughs

you hide your face in niamh’s chest as she tucks you into her side, “fuck off” niamh chuckles, her arm grabbing your legs and draping them over her thighs.

“you are quite loud, baby” niamh whispers in your ear, your eyes widen and you slap her on the chest, “says you!” you scoff, taking your legs off hers and crossing your arms over your chest.

“babe, come on” she pleads with a smile, “don’t be grumpy” she chuckles, kissing your cheek, dragging you closer.

“stop it, niamh” you grumble, “oo, you got first named” alessia teased, ella instantly laughs and joins in on the teasing, niamh flips them both off and they attempt to contain their giggles.

“baby girl” niamh kisses you cheek again, lifting you from your seat, causing you to yelp when she perches you up on her lap.

“don’t be mad, gorgeous, i love how loud you are” she whispers in your ear again, “you’re one to talk” you whisper back, niamh nods sympathetically, “i know, baby” she pouts, you laugh a little in her embrace.

“you’re cheeky” you sigh, niamh smiles brightly at you, kissing the underside of your jaw, giggling a little when you squirm.

“only for you” she whispers, playfully nipping your jaw as you melted into her on instinct. niamh moves to kiss your cheek repeatedly, making you giggle, your hand moving to cradle her cheek. she chuckles against your skin, you had each other wrapped around your fingers.

“i rest my case” millie laughs when you place a sweet kiss on niamh’s lips, “aren’t you in the room next to us, mills, we can arrange it if you want?” you tease, niamh laughs loudly, her arms around your waist giving you a little squeeze.

millie’s smile drops, “you know what, ever since you started dating charles, you’re too bold, you used to be so shy” millie scolds, you shrug and kiss niamh again teasingly, making everyone laugh around you.

niamh smiles amusingly against you when you slip your tongue into her mouth quickly, pulling away with a satisfied smile and wiping her bottom lip with the pad of your thumb, making her kiss it when it lingered for a second too long.

“hm, she’s a bad influence” you address millie, only looking at niamh when she playfully bites your thumb, looking down at her with an affectionate smile.

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moumouton4 · 9 months

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Idk if you know this, but JSchlatt reaction meme "What the fuck":

https://youtu.be/cl4N8evU8UY

Now, to what, Naruto characters would react like this?

(Yes I have too much time on my hands so I'm looking up old reaction memes)

Toodles~

Their Reactions To You Going "What The Fuck ?!?" || Naruto characters x reader 5

A/n : Oh gosh my dear it took me so much time. I've never struggled so much and I think it was because writing for a meme is a complex exercise 👀 But I did it ! 😍

Naruto Headcanons series : 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Warnings : Contains both fluff and smut ( mention of boner, hand job, roughness, punishment, oral male!receiver, grinding, mention of wall sex, mention of breeding, dirty talk ) 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 2131

Sasuke Uchiha : All the people around you were engrossed in a dumb ass show - according to him. Once again he sighs discreetly at the jokes he certainly doesn't find funny. He only came because Naruto told him he wanted all his friends to be there for the evening. But then a voice was heard above all the laughters “What the fuck ?!? This is not funny” you said. Everyone looked at you amused before starting to laugh again. Except Sasuke, he looked at you intently. You had to be Y/n, an ally Naruto had met on a mission, he thought. As you got up to take a breath outside. He cautiously made his way outside the house as well. You seemed very raw and unadorned, and it piqued his curiosity. Perhaps he could get to know you in more detail ?

Kakashi Hatake : He smiles widely under his mask, the only thing giving him away were the crinkles around his eyes showing how genuine his smile was. He found it really unusual and unexpected to see you burst like this. After all, you were a great and skilled kunoichi, who had a lot of requirements and was very professional. But it felt really good to see that after all like everyone you have your little moments of overflow. He knew no one was around so he gave your ass a gentle yet noticeable slap “Y/n keep it down. You have a reputation to uphold” he chuckled at the bashful expression on your face.

Itachi Uchiha : He's not even taken aback. He smiles lovingly at you. He loves to see you go out of your way. It gives you a wild, unpredictable side that he loves "My fierce lioness" For him, it's so endearing he can't help but rub your cheek with love, his dark eyes getting lost in your gaze, making you blush and calm down. Every action you take and word you say reminds him of what a good choice he made in asking you to marry him ( maybe a future hc 👀 )

Naruto Uzumaki : He doesn’t care if you’re angry or just messing around. He’s going to pick you and tickle you. At some point you move so much that he slips. You both end up sprawled on the floor. Everyone in the street are looking at you and it’s fueling you again “This is not fucking fucking. Mind your own business !” Meanwhile Naruto is just laughing his ass off as if it was the funniest thing ever.

Iruka Umino : His eyes widen and his mouth hangs agape. But don’t misunderstand him, he is really happy that for once someone takes up his defense when his pupils are making fun of him. Though then he looks at you with a smile as he whispers with his mouth half hiding his mouth “Y/n please they are already impossible to manage. Don't teach them swear words" You gave him a sheepish smile and kissed his cheek before saying goodbye. Leaving him flustered in front of a shocked crowd of kids whispering how pretty their teacher’s S/o is.

Utakata : He doesn’t even care what you’re talking about - as long as you’re safe. He’s going to gently slap the back of your head or pinch your shoulder and remind you of your language "Y/n being my apprentice you must keep a certain self control and keep these kinds of words out of your language" You huffed as his basic and prepared answer, reminding him that you also were his partner. He flushed and turned his head the other way so that you don’t see the effect your teasing has on him. He mumbled “Yeah… that too” He wrapped your arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer. You both trained well now it was time to go home and rest.

Rock Lee : He panics !! He wants to know why you said that, to whom you said that. Not funny ? Don’t worry he is going to give you his best to make you laugh ( almost wrote cum” here. I was on Hidan’s part before 😭 ) Also he is a bit clueless at your choice of word “My Flower isn’t this word supposed to be used in a more intimate cont-” but the look of pure rage that you gave him killed his question in the egg as he gulped down loudly. He’s obviously going to ask Guy senseï, Neji or Tenten for an answer ( Yes Neji is still alive in my canon-verse )

Yamato : He doesn’t know what’s happening. He just knows he doesn’t want to get involved. He stares at you ensuring you’re fine and slowly he steps aside. Slowly, slowly, until he leaves the scene. Which has you running after him throughout the village. Obviously you find him hiding behind the bench where Kakashi is reading his book on “Please don’t tell Y/n I’m here” “Y/n ! Tenzo’s hiding behind that bench”

Sasori : Seriously bro is unfazed lmao. If he looks up from the puppet he is crafting then you’re a lucky one. But ultimately he is going to make sure there is nothing wrong happening because believe it or not he cares about you. And whoever displeases you will regret it.

Gaara : He freezes slightly. His head turns s l o w l y towards you wondering what might have triggered this response. It better be not someone’s fault or else they will have to deal with the Kazekage himself. But then as he focuses on what you’re doing, he sees you rage quitting on your game console. And before he can even say a word he sees you throwing it out the window “My Love careful. It's the 6th this month” He motions to you to come towards him and pats your head gently reminding you that next time it happens that you should just set it before you get angry.

Hashirama Senju : He is a bit shocked but finds your reaction funny as well. And a bit ashamed because he was actually enjoying the jokes of the show. But he had to know better after all. You’re such a lively and sunny person that he almost forgets how much you’re like his brother when it gets to the field of humor. That’s maybe why you've always gotten along well. He nudges you playfully to make you loosen up “Hey you’re married to the Hokage now stop acting like-” but all he gets is a dark glare and a kiss on the cheek, which makes him go dark red.

Tobirama Senju : He can’t help the corner of his lips from twitching upwards. It makes him feel better at ease knowing he is not alone not finding it funny. And knowing that you above everyone thinks the same as him warms his heart. He wants to scoop you in his arms and set you on his lap as he smells the scent of your hair. But for that he’ll have to wait for you guys to come back home. He just hopes his brother isn’t going to invite himself like he always does when Hashirama wants to have a quiet and loving evening with you “No one’s home, come back and try tomorrow !”

Deidara : We know him. He is such a drama queen. He is for sure going to follow you and start screaming insults without even knowing what got you starting in the first place. But it’s fueling your anger. And so you both end up filing the hideout with your screams. Sasori or someone else comes to y’all and tries to scare you for you to shut the fuck up “Nooooo but you don’t understand it’s fucking annoyin-” “SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU !”

Shikamaru Nara : He smirks. His eyes flashes a mischievous glance at you. Despite his laid back stature with his hands buried in his pockets, we can clearly see in his eyes a fire burn. He startles you when suddenly his arm wraps around your waist, bringing you closer to him, until your hip rests flush against his. He isn’t giving anything away to anyone that might have seen him getting closer to you. He nods mindlessly at what others are saying. It’s son going to be this time of the day when he needs you as much as he needs air. You feel his hand squeeze your hip and you know that sooner or later he is going to try to get you out of here to have you all to himself.

NSFW starts here :

Minato Namikaze : He is slightly taken aback when he hears your outburst. But he is used to it after all this time being married to you. And even after 4 years it always stirs this sparkle inside him. He feels all warm and fuzzy inside. It reminded him of the first time he ever saw you, and of course you were lashing out at someone who disrespected one of your friends. You snapped him out of his thoughts when your hand touched his bulge over his pants. He blushed as a moan escaped his lips. He should have known he would react that way. He always does “Princess aghh… keep going” he begged, his hips jerked up at your touch. He just wanted you to free his hardened length from the confines from his pants to touch him properly. It was your fault, now he needed you to take the matter in your own hands… literally.

Orochimaru : He roughly grabbed your jaw the moment he heard the words leave your lips. You were stunned but it wasn’t foreign. Even when you guys had sex and a curse would escape you he’d stop right away “Oh, such hideous words coming out from the mouth of such an obedient pet" You knew damn well what that meant for you. No cumming allowed until… well until he allows you. You felt his hands on your shoulders gently but firmly bringing you down on your knees “Open wide for me. You’re going to do your best to make me forget about this slip of yours”

Neji Hyuga : He couldn’t deny the thrill he felt when he heard you say those words. When throughout your childhood you're taught to keep up appearances, to be obedient and to look your best. When you grow up you want to look beyond these barriers and see what it would be like to behave normally. No restraints - especially when you've got eyes that can see through clothes - just pure instincts. I always did his best not to keep his mask on when he was with you. And today the hinges had popped. He grabbed you around the waist and pinned you against the wall. From there you could clearly feel the outline of his cock against your center. His hips moved in a teasing motion against you “Please let me have you against the wall” he pleaded. You could tell he was doing his best not to let any noise out. So what did you do ? You cursed again obviously. And he didn't need anything more to get off to a flying start.

Madara Uchiha : “What the f-” he doesn’t even let you finish your sentence. He puts his hand over your mouth to make sure you don't finish the string of insults he is sure was about to come “You’re an Uchiha now. I expect much more from you” He set his other hand on your shoulder putting a firm pressure on it as he lowered his voice. His breath tickles your ear “Once we get home I'm going to make sure you use up your supply of insults while I breed you mmh ? I just need you to be a little more patient” You nodded obediently and he released his grip on you. Leaving you hanging for more. But you didn't worry, you knew he was a man of his word.

Hidan : He laughs loudly at your curses. He doesn’t care for whom it is destined to, not why you said that. It fuels him. That’s it he wants to fuck now. With his it’s easy, you need a fuck ? curse in front of him. Regardless of where you are, he won’t even bother looking for an excuse. He’ll take you on his shoulder and bring you to your room “Such a slutty mouth you have my dear” he smirks throwing you on the bed “We’ll see how much more I can coax out from you. I’ll give you real fun” he says in a dangerous tone as he enters you with one deep thrust.

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🥪🌭 Again my requests are open 🧇🧀

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Until Now [Roronoa Zoro]

an: this was born from a thought I had whilst talking with a friend about one of her favourite men. For my beloved @angelic-muse

pairing: zoro x female reader

warnings: fluff, one playful smack to the chest (his), tickling, zoro being a little constipated with feelings

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Smack!

You eyed the hand that landed against the thick wall of muscle with incredulity. The sound echoed around the empty cabin, cutting across the noise of the playful waters that lapped at the ship. Heat poured into your palm, accompanied by a slight sting from the impact. You hadn’t meant to strike with such force; it was to be a love tap, a playful gesture, but that’s not what had transpired.

One dark eyebrow rose. You didn’t dare move except for your eyes rising to meet with dark irises that sparkled like polished coals. How would he take this? Everything was still so new…

Zoro was unaccustomed to affection. He didn’t know what to do with it at the best of times–and that wasn’t to say he wasn’t grateful–it was simply confusing. That’s where this had started, his inability to understand why you sought to wrap him in a hug the very second he walked through the door. Damn, he couldn’t even set down his swords and haramaki before you barrelled into him like he had been gone for months.

Maybe he shouldn’t have called you a pest, even if it was meant as nothing more than a joke. Perhaps he shouldn’t have clicked his teeth and patted the top of your head like you were some young pup. It was hard to navigate this new relationship at the best of times and after a long day of nothing but working out and bickering with a certain someone, it was more so.

“Is it a fight you’re after?” He asked in a faux stern tone. For once, he was the quicker one on his feet—emotionally speaking—and you were the one caught on the back foot.

“N-no.”

“You sure? Cause it seems like it is.” You squirmed beneath his intense stare, taking a step back when he moved forward all whilst your palm still connected to his chest.

You could feel his heartbeat and marvelled at how steady it was when your own was racing faster and faster. Heat washed over you, the impish tongue in your head dry and unmoving—for once. He was so tall, imposing really, and the fact there wasn’t an ounce of fat on his body didn’t escape your notice either. Zoro was a literal wall of strength and he was backing you into a corner.

“Was a joke…” You mumbled shyly, annoyed that he could pull this bashful version of you out.

Zoro huffed out a laugh, amused by the puff of your cheeks and how you couldn’t maintain his eye contact without looking off to the side. Slowly, he removed the swords by his right hip and laid them lovingly on the dresser.

“I don’t know that smacking me like that could be a joke, love. C’mere.”

“Zoro. I am right here,” you wailed, head snapping up to his and only finding a lopsided smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

Sweat glistening on his biceps, the warmth of the now setting sun lingered on his skin as if it wished to cling to him forever and you couldn’t blame it. Your stare wandered freely, perhaps too freely as it left you vulnerable to his intentions. His hands—large and calloused—engulfed most of your waist far too easily.

Oh.”

“Mhm, oh,” he mimicked.

The hand on his chest slid towards his neck whilst you tilted up in expectation of a kiss, lips forming a soft cushion for him but it didn’t come.

Instead, his fingertips moved across your stomach in ticklish sweeps. Higher and higher he moved until he was tickling beneath your arms and caging your writhing body with his and the wall at your back. Unexpected laughter ripped through your throat, torrents of the giggles exploding out of you as he continued his assault with a shit-eating grin.

It was becoming harder to breathe, tears filling your eyes from how relentless he was, and every time you thought you’d managed to wriggle out of his hold it was shutdown.

“Zo-Zoro!! Stop… it!”

He was having far too much fun. If this was what came with a relationship then he could adjust to the other parts that were new to him. After all, he kinda liked that you threw yourself into his arms. Hell if he would admit it, but he adored knowing you zeroed in on his presence the moment you could.

Your laughter was beautiful—a healing balm for the scars not only visible but the ones that he couldn’t even identify. Fuck… maybe he loved you? Ah, that was something to think about another time. Right now, he focused on grasping behind your thighs and lifting you into the air.

Squealing with laughter, you anchored yourself around his neck and gasped for air. Your fingers threaded through the lush green of his hair, gaze softening whilst he walked you towards the bed you shared.

“You win,” you whispered, nose nudging his cheek until he paused.

He won the moment you walked into his life. He wasn’t going to tell you that, not now, but he knew. It was difficult to realise you were missing something until you found it. The swordsman had a goal, a dream and a promise to keep. What he lacked was a reason to stay alive after he fulfilled those dreams and promises—until now.

Zoro nodded. “I always do.”

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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Fallin’ In Heart First - Cole Turner x Country Singer!Reader

A/N: This is pretty much inspire by HEART FIRST by Kelsea Ballerini so definitely check it out!

Summary: Months after their break up Cole is still moping over Sadie, that is until he hears a certain voice

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Fluff! Simp Behaviour!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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“I have just the thing you’re looking for,” Cole says with a small wink, pointing to the customer who was at the stall.

He reaches out to grab just a plain jar of honey before presenting it to the allergy-suffering customer. She raises a brow in confusion as she takes the jar from him “honey?”

“Yep have some every day, in your tea or on your breakfast, it’s made locally using local pollen so it allows your body to get used to the pollen before allergy season kicks in” Cole explains pushing his hands into his jeans pockets.

The customer studies the jar for a moment before shrugging her shoulders “Worth a shot” she admits before passing over some cash for it.

“Used it all my life and it’s saved me,” Cole says with a small wink.

The lady lets out a small snort of laughter as she shakes her head and puts the jar of honey in her bag “Well thank you” she chuckles before turning and walking off to another stall.

Cole watches as she goes, she was pretty cute, almost certainly his type but his heart just wasn’t in it. He watched as she paused at the nearby flower stall and began admiring the cactus. Something that instantly made Cole sigh deeply as he was reminded of her.

“Oh my god that’s like the millionth sigh this morning!” Mattie exclaims loudly, pulling Cole from his thoughts.

“No, it's not” Cole argues turning around to face his younger sister who was reclined back in her chair.

“Uh yeah it is, you do it whenever you look over at the plant stall” Mattie says pointing over to the stall in question.

“No, I don’t” Cole states with a small scoff shaking his head at her.

“Yeah, you do!” Mattie laughs “Aren’t I right Dad?”

“Yeah you are sighing a lot, you can sit down if you’re asthma is acting up coleslaw” his dad offers making Cole roll his eyes.

“It's not his Asthma it's him still wallowing over Sadie,” Mattie says sending Cole a knowing look.

“No, I’m not, I’m over that” Cole argues but even he could hear how unconvincing he sounded.

Mattie burst out laughing shaking her head at him “You do hear yourself right?”

“Mattie leave him alone, he thought Sadie was the one” his dad chastises lightly.

“Yeah just like he thought Bonnie and Laurie and Peggy were the ones” Mattie mutters under her breath.

“Look Coleslaw we’re doing alright here, why don’t you go take a break, explore the rest of the fair?” His dad suggests.

“Dad I’m fine” Cole sighs.

“And that’s a million and one” Mattie smirks.

“Fine, fine I’m going” Cole exclaims holding his hands up in surrender, grabbing his inhaler as he stormed away ignoring his sister’s laughter.

Cole didn’t really know where to go, the annual county fair was always massive. He knew his dad needed a new part for the tractor so maybe he could go get that, or see if the book stand had anything interesting on agriculture.

He was just walking past one of the bar tents when he heard angelic-like singing that had him freezing. Turning in the direction of the singing he ducked into the large bar tent which was full of people enjoying local cider and listening to live music.

Cole gently pushed his way through the crowd so he could see who was on the small stage. His heart skipping a beat when he finally saw the singer. You were absolutely stunning, perched on a stool in a long floral dress, daisies carefully weaved into your hair. You had a warm smile on your face as you expertly strummed your guitar and sang about love.

Cole was completely enamoured and when your gaze met his the rest of the world melted away and it was just you and him in that tent. You sent him a bashful smile, glancing down for a moment before your gaze returned to him.

For the rest of your set your gaze repeatedly met his and Cole couldn’t help but think you were singing directly to him. So when you finally finished and began packing up Cole didn’t hesitate and made his way straight over to you.

“Hey,” he greeted, shoving his hands in his jean pockets nervously.

You glanced up from your guitar case, a smile growing on your face and you rose to your full height “Hey” you echoed.

“I um just wanted to say I really enjoyed your set, you’re voice is beautiful” Cole says smiling nervously over at you.

You nibble your lower lip and look down bashfully “Thank you” you smile looking back up at him.

Cole gives you a small nod of his head as silence fell between the two of you. He didn’t want to leave but he just couldn’t think of anything else to say. He began to turn away when he spotted a sign for a local cider and instantly spun back around to face you.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked suddenly.

You startle slightly at his outburst but a warm smile soon grows on your lips “Yeah that sounds nice”

“Perfect, great,” Cole says with a sigh of relief.

You let out a quiet chuckle as you close your guitar case and pick it up “let's go” you grin.

“Here let me,” Cole says quickly taking the case from you “I promise I won’t drop it”

You let out a loud warm chuckle at that “Don’t worry I trust you…” you say tailing off at the end.

“Cole. I’m Cole, Cole Turner” Cole finishes holding out his free hand.

“Y/N” you smile shaking his hand and Cole could swear he felt sparks fly.

Cole held out his arm signalling for you to go first, smiling, trying and failing to stop himself from doing a little happy dance when your back was turned. You then glanced over your shoulder at him making him quickly recover and flash you a smile.

When you reached the bar Cole ordered two ciders for the both of you and then set down your guitar case. As he did do he noticed all the stickers from different states and cities across the country.

“Are these all the places you’ve toured?” Cole asks as you took a large sip of your cider.

You quickly swallowed and shook your head “No, I’m not much of a traveller far too much of a homebody, my family is just pretty large and spread far and wide so those are just from when I’ve visited them” you explain.

Cole hums nodding his head “I get that, I did a bit of travelling across Europe not too long ago, it was fun but I definitely liked being home and back in my comfort zone”

“Need a holiday from your holiday” you chuckle making Cole laugh.

“Yup exactly that” he smiles “So you don’t travel for your music?” He asks arching a brow.

“No it's just a hobby, I don’t have any real desire to ‘make it’, I just enjoy doing stuff like this and I love my job too much to give it up” you explain.

“What do you do?” Cole asks tilting his head slightly.

“I’m a librarian, so diving into fantasy worlds and romance novels is enough travel for me” You smile bashfully as you take another sip of your cider “What do you do?”

“I’m a farmer, but I have also written a book on the history of agriculture, it was published a few months ago now” Cole answers as he takes a sip of his own cider.

“Wait.” You say holding out your hand “Cole, as in Cole Turner?”

Cole furrows his brows “Yeah….” He says confused.

“I’ve read your book!” You exclaim.

Cole’s eyes widened in surprise “You have!?” He says shaking his head in disbelief, he thought he’d be the only one who’d ever read it.

“Yeah! It came into the library and it looked interesting so I gave it a read and it was really cool! You have a way with words” you explain smiling over at him.

“Thank you” Cole smiles bashfully “but if anyone has a way with words it's you! I mean your songs, god… I’ve never heard someone summarise love and falling in love like you”

“Thank you, not everyone would agree, I’ve been called a hopeless romantic,” you say with a small shrug of your shoulders “Well that's putting it nicely, I’ve been called needy, incessant texter, leading with my heart rather than my head… but I guess I am someone who’d do anything for love”

“I get that,” Cole says with a small nod of his head, making you look back at him with an arched brow “I once travelled halfway around the world after a girl who I went on one date with and didn’t hear back from only to find out she’s a CIA agent and get dragged into her mission to recover a weapon of mass destruction, there were bounty hunters and everything” he rambles looking down at his cider.

Silence fell between the two of you making Cole worry that when he looked back up that he would see a look of horror on your face. But when he did eventually look up he just saw a warm smile on your face.

“You fall in love fast don’t you Cole?” You ask with a smirk, Cole could only nod and swallow nervously “Well I’m glad I’m not the only one” you smile holding your pint out for a toast.

A wide smile broke out on his face as he joined you in your toast. Yeah, he fell in love fast but this time he was sure that he’d met his match, his equal, his soulmate.

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megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms · 2 years

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Why Shouldn’t I?

Based on this request: Could I please request something for Charlie Swan?? There are almost no fics for him!�� Could the reader maybe be part of the Denali coven and she and Charlie meet at Bella and Edward’s wedding and dance together? Then when the whole Renesmee thing happens, it’s the reader who takes Charlie away to get closer. She wants to tell him, but Bella doesn’t want her to. Bonus points if reader decimates Bella in the argument!

Here you are! I wasn’t going to post another Twilight fic so soon, but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone. *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

Fandom: Twilight

Warnings: slight angst?? Fluff. First time writing for Charlie! A bit of Bella bashing and maybe a little bit of Edward bashing as well. It’s a bit of a long one.

Pairings/Characters: Charlie Swan x fem!vampire reader

When your coven received the invitation to Edward Cullen's marriage to a human, you expected there to be some drama especially since the shifters had killed Irina's mate for the human girl. But something happened that you never expected in a million years. When Bella walked down the aisle on her father's arm, his scent hit you like a ton of bricks. The need to protect him came instantly and became all consuming. Suddenly, you felt anxious about having him around all the other vampires and the shifters.

You turned to glance at Eleazar and whispered, "That's my mate," to him and Carmen heard you as well. They smiled at you and you were able to relax for the rest of the ceremony. During the reception, you found your eyes drawn back to the dark-haired man. He looked awkward and like he felt out of place. After taking an unneeded breath, you approached him.

"Chief Swan, isn't it?" He jumped a bit at the sound of your voice before turning to smile at you. "Yeah. But most people call me Charlie." You introduced yourself and met Charlie's dark gaze. It was entrancing. "Would you like to dance?" you found yourself asking. Charlie's smile dropped a bit. "Don't think I'm the best dance partner." You laughed. "I'm sure you're wonderful. But if you're not up for it, I'd be more than happy to sit with you."

You sat in the chair across from him, his eyes never leaving you. It was as if he couldn't believe you were talking to him. He took a swig of the champagne before clearing his throat. "Screw it. Might as well," you heard him mutter and fought the urge to giggle. Charlie stood and offered you his hand. "Still want that dance?" You took his hand and let him lead you to the dance floor.

Charlie was nervous. You could tell. Granted, a lot of people grew nervous around vampires. While he didn't know what you were, everyone could see the enhanced beauty of your kind and you were certain that he could feel the pull of true mates even as a human. It was that strong.

The two of you spent much of the rest of the reception together, dancing and talking. Bella had told you he wasn't much of a talker, awkward like she was. But you didn't find that to be true. You simply had to find the right topic to get the ball rolling. Was he awkward? A little, but it was endearing. Charlie was a man of simple tastes and pleasures and you loved that. It was such a change of pace from the years you'd lived. By the time the kids left for their honeymoon, you found yourself wanting to remain in Forks for much longer. It would end up being a good thing you did.

*time skip*

As soon as you finished feeding, you ran back to the Cullen's home. Nomadic vampires from all over the world were coming and you were…nervous to say the least. You were pleased to see your own coven again, but you worried for Renesmee and for Charlie. The Volturi were coming for you all and if they found out about Charlie, he would be pulled into this world so suddenly, he'd probably hate you.

Over the weeks, you'd gotten closer to Charlie. You were falling in love with him quickly. Even if he wasn't your mate you think you would have fallen for him. You knew he would eventually have to be told your secret, but you wanted it to be on your terms and his. Not forced.

As if he could read your mind, your phone rang. Charlie. With a smile, you answered the phone and he invited you to join him on his fishing trip Edward and Bella set up for him that weekend. That's when the Volturi were coming. You bit your lip. You had promised to be there for the Cullens, but the best way to keep Charlie safe would be to go with him. And really, it was Edward and Bella's fault since they paid for a trip for two. So you eagerly agreed before entering the house.

You smiled at Kate and Garrett, happy that your "sister" had found her mate just as you had. Seeing them made you even more happy to spend time with Charlie. Maybe you could even tell him about everything. He had a right to know as your relationship progressed. It affected him as well. Was now the best time? Probably not, but you weren't sure if you could keep it under wraps while alone with him for nearly a week. You'd have to leave to hunt at some point and then Charlie would have questions and, while he wouldn't push the issue, you hated lying to him. You knew you would have to tell him.

"You can't," Edward's voice interrupted your train of thought. You glanced up to see him holding Renesmee and Bella standing next to him. "What can't she do?" Bella asked. Edward's glare never left you as he replied, "She plans to tell Charlie everything."

"No. Don't do that!" You arched a brow at Bella's little tantrum. "And why shouldn't I? He already knows about Jacob." Bella looked at you like you were stupid. "Because he's human. There are laws." You rolled your eyes and laughed humorlessly. You were thankful Renesmee spied Jacob outside at that point and clamored from Edward's arms to run outside. As soon as she was gone, you rounded on Bella.

"Oh, so it's alright for YOU to know about the supernatural as a human and get your happily ever after, but it isn't for your father? You would deny him the happiness that you fought and broke nearly every law for?! Not to mention breaking Charlie's heart multiple times. You are a hypocrite. And, by the way, since Edward never bothered to explain much about our world to you, the laws about humans knowing are different for mates. The Volturi will not kill one half a mated pair, even if that half is human. If Charlie refuses to accept the bond, there are other laws in place for him."

"That's not true. Aro nearly killed me in Italy because Edward wasn't going to turn me." At this, you sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of your nose. "That's because you were not Edward's true mate. You were his blood singer. By all rights, the fact that you were even alive long enough to be turned is a miracle in itself. You are merely lucky that Edward had the self control not to drain you dry. So do not think you are better than anyone in this house simply because you were one of the few blood singers that managed to be turned rather than killed. Pull your self-righteous nose down out of the air and wake up, girlie. You were not the only special human that ever walked the earth. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to prepare for my trip with my mate."

Your conversation with Bella and your own thoughts weighed on your mind from that moment up until the second night of your trip with Charlie. He'd enjoyed a day on the water, fishing pole in hand, and he was in a good mood. So now you were forcing yourself to eat the food you'd cooked. Charlie noticed you weren't acting like yourself and he noticed that you'd been more quiet than usual. He noticed a lot.

"What's up?" You glanced up at him in confusion. He sat back in his chair, his dark eyes boring into your soul. "You're not eating much and you've been quiet since we got back from the lake. Did I do something? Say something? I know I can get a little lost out on the water."

You laughed at that. Bella had been so wrong about Charlie's personality. He was so caring. "You didn't do anything, Charlie. It's just…I have a lot on my mind and-and there's something I have to tell you. I'm terrified you're going to hate me after this." For a minute, he said nothing then he asked if there was someone else. You shook your head.

"Is this one of those 'need to know' things that Bella doesn't tell me?" You blinked at him. He caught on a lot more quickly than you'd thought. Stunned, you nodded. "Do you turn into a giant dog too?" You laughed once. Then again. And again until you were full on guffawing. "No. I don't turn into a giant dog. I don't turn into anything. I-I-" You couldn't seem to get the words out.

"Hey, it's okay. You don't have to tell me." You shook your head. "Yes I do, Charlie because you're part of this now." Charlie looked really confused as your wracked your brain for the best way to do this. For some reason, your brain decided to just…shout it.

"I'm a vampire!" Your hand instantly flew to your mouth. Charlie stared at you. "Say something."

"A vampire?" You nodded. "Yes. Me, my family, the Cullens. Even Bella. All vampires." Charlie still only stared at you before finally stating that he wasn't sure he could believe that. You laughed. "You recently saw Jacob change into a giant wolf and you think vampires are far-fetched?" At that, Charlie laughed and his shoulders relaxed again. To prove your point, you used your vampire speed to run to the fridge to grab him a beer. He nearly fell out of his chair, but composed himself quickly.

"Why are you telling me this now? I take it that Bella's been a vampire for a few months and hasn't said a thing. Why are you telling me?" You bit your lip again. "B-Because Bella couldn't tell you without putting you in danger. I can because, well, because…DAMN IT!" You swore, shooting up from your chair again. Charlie got up too and gently took your hand. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. We can go from there."

"Some vampires have mates," you began slowly, "The person that makes us feel whole. The person we want to protect and love forever. Mates are special and are treated as such. You-You're my mate, Charlie." Charlie dropped your hand and sank back into his chair. "I know it's a lot to take in. I'll leave if you want. I need to hunt anyway." You turned to leave.

"Don't. Don't go. It's just a lot. Everything I thought I knew has been changed. I don't want you to go." You smiled at him before placing a hand on his cheek. "Okay. I do need to hunt, but I'll come back." Charlie stood once more on shaking knees. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I'll be here. Just be careful." You laughed and nodded. "Now when you say hunt…" You assured him that you wouldn't be hurting any humans before you left him for the time being.

When you returned, Charlie greeted you with a smile and a kiss. "I don't want to give you up. It might be selfish, but I can't imagine you not being here anymore. Whatever that entails, I want it." You knew that if you could, you'd be crying. You didn't expect this from him. You smiled at him and he laughed a little. "I practice that from the second you walked out the door," he admitted. You shook your head with a laugh and pulled him in to place a kiss on his lips. Whatever happened next, you were happy to have Charlie by your side.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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To the end and back [daryl Dixon x reader]

Chapter three - don’t blame me

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Summary - after the world ended you were sure you’d never find love again but a certain archer catches your eyes and changes the entire trajectory of your life.

Warnings - blood, death of a character, guns

Season 1 ep 4

'Vatos'

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Daryl is breathing heavily, like he's going to have a panic attack. I feel really bad, I remember when I lost my brother to this shit, it's upsetting, it hurts so much. Even if you don't have a good relationship with the person, you've lost it still is devastating.

Daryl turns quickly pointing his crossbow at t-dog, but Rick quickly counters Daryl pointing his gun towards him. It's like a triangle of death, if Daryl even thinks to shooting, Rick will too. I just know Shane will be pissed if we show up without t-dog, and Daryl both are vital parts of our group. He'll probably go on about how 'he was right, and we should listen to him.' I can already hear him. "I won't hesitate. I don't care if every Walker in the city hears it." Rick says quietly. These people are crazy I swear. Daryl's crying as he lowers his weapon, in response Rick lowers his too. Daryl's blinking back tears as he stares at t-dog. "Yo-you got a do-rag or so-something?" He asks t-dog. T-dog doesn't respond he just hands him the folded-up piece of cloth. Daryl puts down his crossbow and walks over to Merle's discarded hand. He places the piece of cloth onto the ground and picks up Merle's hand by its pinky. gross. "I guess the saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs." Daryl looks at it with a kind of disgusted look on his face. "ain't that a bitch." He says as he examines the hand. He placed it in the middle of the cloth and folds it up. Then he stands up looking around with the covered-up hand in his hands. He then reaches out to Glenn. He turns Glenn a bit and opens the backpack and places the hand inside. We all are confused about why the hell he's keeping the motherfucking hand. Glenn especially because he has to carry it around! "He must have used a tourniquet...maybe his belt. It'd be much more blood if he didn't." Daryl says with a sigh. He picks up his crossbow as he follows the little trail of blood Merle left behind. We all follow behind him. Glenn's not very happy about a hand being in his backpack. "It's alright buddy" I whisper with a smile as I pat his back. He rolls his eyes "Shut up" he mutters back.

The trail of blood lead to a door. Daryl has his crossbow ready to fire at any moment as we follow him down the stairs "Merle? You in here?"He calls out. No answer but we continue just in case he's in there, and in trouble (or dead)

There's nothing but walkers though. No Merle. As we walk into a reception looking area there are two dead walkers on the ground both their heads bashed in. "Had enough in him to take out these two sumbitches. One handed." Merle was a special type of person that was somehow made for this type of life from the moment they were birthed, because I don't know any who would be able to cut their hand off and then kill 2 walkers while actively bleeding out other than Merle Dixon.

Daryl places his crossbow on the ground to cock his crossbow "Toughest asshole I ever met, my brother." He says with a grunt "feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails." Daryl adds as he picks his crossbow back up to put an arrow back in. "Any man can pass out from blood loss, no matter how tough he is" Rick replies as he walks ahead of Daryl, raising his gun. I've got my gun in my left hand, also ready to shoot at any moment. We continue to follow the blood trail. that man was something alright, who is able to walk this far without one hand and losing blood at the same time. "Merle!" Daryl shouts as he peers out into the next room "We're not alone here, remember?" rick says "Screw that" Daryl mutters back "he could be bleeding out. You said so yourself." Daryl says as we walk into the room. "Shhh" t-dog says as we walk inside. there is a turned on oven with blood on it, and Merle's belt. Rick picks up some metal kitchen utensil with charred skin all over the bottom. The mother fucker cauterized his own fucking wound. "What's that burned stuff?" Glenn asks. "Skin" I reply looking over at Glenn. the smell of burnt skin is still very present in the room making me just want to leave. "He cauterized the stump." Rick adds. "Told you he was tough nobody can kill Merle but Merle." Daryl whispers.

"Don't take that on faith. He's lost a lot of blood." T-dog says, Daryl's turns his head and stares at something before walking over. "Yeah? Didn't stop him from busting out of this death trap." He says as we follow him towards a broken window "he left the building?" Glenn asks, now we're definitely not finding him. It's been almost 12 hours he could be all the way in Grand Rapids by now. "Why the hell would he do that?"

"Why wouldn't he, he's out there alone as far as he knows, doing what he's got to do. Surviving." Daryl says before walking off. "You call that surviving? Just wandering out in the streets, maybe passing out? What are his odds out there?" T-dog asks. I don't think he's got any odds of surviving, yeah he's Merle but Merle is also human. he's lost a bunch of blood who knows if he even survived the first hour of being of there. "No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks!" Daryl says raising his voice. "You couldn't kill him. Ain't so worried about some dumb dead bastard." Daryl says getting in ricks face. "What about 1000 dumb dead bastards? Different story?"

"Why don't you take a tally? Do what you want. I'm gonna go get him." He says before trying to walk past Rick. Rick pushes Daryl back "Daryl wait." Rick hisses "get your hand off of me!" Daryl shouts as he gets ready to fight. Glenn makes a face that like 'oh shit not this shit again' and so do I and t-dog. They've been bickering back and forth all goddamn day, if Darryl decides to try and fight rick are we even going to be able to pull him off? "You can't stop me!" shouts Daryl.

"I don't blame you. He's family, I get that. I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel." Daryl looks like he's about to cry again to think about it he's looked like he was about to cry all damn day. "He can't get far with that injury we could help you check a few blocks around but only if we keep a level head" Daryl nod slightly and says, "I could do that." Rick looks over at us for confirmation. T-dogs speechless opening his mouth and closing it "only if we get the guns first" I say, we've barely got weapons and who knows if we are the only people in this god damn city. "Yeah, I'm not strollin' the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions" t-dog adds with a small nod.

We're all sat in an office discussing what we're going to do next. "You're not doing this alone." Rick says. Daryl's bent over a bit with both hands on his knees "Even I think it's a bad idea and I don' even like you much." Daryl says. Glenn raises his head "it's a good idea, okay, if you just hear me out." Rick squats down listening to Glenn "we go out there in a group, we're slow, drawing attention. If I'm alone, I can move fast. Look." He grabs a binder clip and places it on the drawing of the streets he drew on the floor. "This is the tank, five blocks from where we are now." Then he takes a crumpled-up piece of paper and places it by the binder clip. "That's the gun bag" he points to a 'street' across from the binder clip and paper. "Here is the alley I dragged you into when we first met That's where Daryl and I will go." Daryl's brows furrow together in confusion "Why me?" Daryl asks, "your crossbow is quieter than his gun." Glenn explains. I know this city just as well as Glenn does, and I didn't just come to sit here and look pretty I wanted to help too.

"Wait..Glenn-" I try and say but he immediately cuts me off "You're not going too" I roll my eyes and scoff "I've got a knife, and I know this city better than you do" Glenn ignores me and continues to explain. "While Daryl waits here in the alley, I run up the street, grab the bag." I'll always be ignored when it comes to shit like this even when it comes to runs. even though I probably know this city like the back of my hand its Alway Glenn and Andrea who get to do all of runs, and all of the saving.

"You got us elsewhere?" Rick asks, Glenn nods and says "you, y/n, and t-dog, right. You'll be in the alley here" as he places an eraser in an 'alley' a bit up the street. "Two blocks away? Why?" Rick asks "I may not be able to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off if that happens, I won't go back to Daryl, I'll go forward instead, all away around to the alley where you guys are. Whichever direction I go, I got you in both places to cover me." Rick nods "afterwards, we'll all meet back here."

"Hey kid, what'd you do before all this?" Daryl asks "delivered pizzas. Why?" Glenn replies. Both Rick and Daryl give each other a look as they nod their heads. "Y/n?" I look up at Glenn "hm?" I hum. "Can we talk?" I shrug and push myself off of the ground. We walk out into a small hallway, and he starts by saying "I know you're mad at me, I just can't let you get yourself hurt. You didn't see how crowded that area was with walkers." I shrug, because despite what he thinks I do know how bad it is out there. "I just want to be with you. I barely even know t-dog and Rick." I mutter, he nods and grabs my hand "I know..." he lets out a sigh "If you come with us, promise you'll keep yourself safe?" He's got a soft spot for me; I could ask for him to kill someone and he'd say yes. "I promise?" he asks with a smile I nod, and he whispers "Good" before pulling me in for a hug.

We're climbing down a ladder, first Glenn, then Daryl, then me. Once we're back on the ground we're sprinting down the alley way hiding behind large garbage cans. Daryl cocks his crossbow and I pull out my knife. "You got some ball for a China man" Daryl says as Glenn gets ready to go out into the street. "I'm Korean" Glenn corrects, but Daryl just rolls his eyes and mutters "whatever." Glenn runs over to the end of the alley before running off. Both Daryl and I are hiding behind a garbage can when we hear footsteps behind us Daryl quickly stands up with crossbow in hand "woah don't shoot me! What do you want?" It's a younger looking boy probably in his late teenage years. "Lookin' for my brother. He's hurt real bad. You see him?" Daryl asks still pointing his crossbow at the boy. I stand up, about to pull out my gun, I don't know why I go to pull out my gun I guess it's just instinct.

"Ayudame!" Shouts the boy "shut up!" Daryl hissed "you're gonna bring the geeks down on us. Answer me." The boy doesn't respond so Daryl says, "answer me." again.

"Ayudame!" the boy shouts again. I pull out my gun and point it at the boy. I really wasn't going to shoot I was just trying to scare him into answering Daryl. "Ayudame!" He shouts again. Daryl hits him in the face to shut him up and kneels down covering his mouth "shut up. Shut up." He hissed. I turn towards Daryl and the boy when I hear two sets of footsteps running towards us. If it was just one pair, I would've thought it was Glenn, I wouldn't had pointed the gun at them at all, but it was a mistake on my part, I guess.

POW

One of them had a gun I guess and shot me right in the thigh before continuing on to Daryl. I fall to the ground with a thud. At first it didn't hurt at all, just felt like a bee sting but then I look down, Bloods gushing out of me that's when I start to panic. I can feel my chest getting tight, and tears brimming my eyes. I'm gasping for air as I'm pressing onto my wound trying not to bleed out. I try I really try to think about everything I learned about how to stop bleeding but all I can think about is what if I die. What if this is it. add pressure, but I can't my hands are shaking, and I can't even keep my hands on my wound. I can hear them beating on Daryl behind me andI can't help him.

"Oh my god, Oh my god!" Glenn shouts as he kneels down next to me. "Gle-Glenn" I cry out. His face is as pale as a ghost as he's trying to sit me up. Both guys turn around "that's it. That's the bag, vato. Take it! Take it!" One shouts as they forget about Daryl and start chasing after Glenn. I'm gonna die, I'm sure of it. I'm bleeding out, it's too much, I'm going to die. Even with the first aid kit in my bag I'm going to die. They start punching and kicking at Glenn now, I'm still gasping for air as I press my hands onto my wound. Daryl picks up his cross bow and shoots one straight in the ass. They've grabbed Glenn at this point forgetting about the guns. "Get off me! Get off me!" Glenn cries out. "Daryl! Daryl!" Glenn shouts as both men start to drag him into a car. Daryl tries to run after them but he's just too late. "Come back here! You sons of bitches!" He shouts which attracts the walkers. He pulls the gate shut before kneeling down next to me. I'm crying and gasping for air. "I-I'm go-gonna die, aren't I?" I cry. Daryl's eyes are widened "no, no you ain't come on, come on" he says pushing his arms under my legs and my upper torso. He lifts me up before placing me back down against the wall. "I-I've got- I've got a med kit in my b-bag" I stutter out. He nods as he rips open my bag. He quickly finds the

Med kit and opens it up. He grabs some regular gauze, and some rolled gauze. He starts off by placing the pad gauze onto the wound and then wraps the rolled gauze around it a few times just to stop the bleeding.

There are two people running in from the other side of the alley. "Grab him! Fuckin' Grab him!" Daryl shouts as he scoops me up. "They shot'er and took Glenn." he shouts "His little bastard homie friends took Glenn" Daryl adds. "Come on let's go we've gotta go!" I feel like I'm gonna pass out.

I've somehow never been in this much pain, I broke my arm in the seventh grade while climbing in a tree with my brother, that was what I deemed as the most pain id ever been in before this. I remember screaming bloody murder while I was laying on the ground in my grandparents back yard while matt sat up in the tree with tears in his eyes. my grandpa came out and scooped me up in his arms and rushed me to the hospital. I remember the weeks after that I got all the ice cream and candy I wanted from my grandparents. I just wanted my grandpa in this moment. I wanted him to scoop me up and kiss my forehead and tell me I'll be alright.

We're all sitting back in the office. I'm sat against a wall as Rick is looking at my wound as well as talking to the boy we had taken "those men you were with, we need to know where they went." rick asks, the boy doesn't want to answer any of his questions though "I ain't telling you nothing."

"Jesus, man. What the hell happened back there?" T-dog asks as Daryl is pacing back and forth "I told you, this little turd and his douchebag friends came out of nowhere and jumped me." The boy rolls his eyes as he responds with "you're the one who jumped me, Puto, screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault" as he leans his head against the palm of his hand. I still can barely breathe and I'm still gasping for air. It's probably a panic attack "are you alright? Does this hurt?" Rick whispers as he takes a piece of gauze drenched in hydrogen peroxide. I hiss as it touches my body. "Just gotta clean it up" Rick whispers.

"They took Glenn. Could have taken Merle too." Daryl proposes, the boy scoffs and says "Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle." That set Daryl off causing him to try to lunge towards the boy. Rick has to quickly get up and grab Daryl before he hurts the boy "damn it, Daryl. Back off" Rick says pushing Daryl away from the boy. Daryl walks past Rick and to Glenn's backpack. "Want to see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?" He asks taking out Merle's hand. He unwraps the hand and throws it at the boy. The boy immediately jumps up shrieking. He pushes himself up against a wall, which give Daryl the opportunity to pin him up against it. "I'll Start with the feet this time." Rick once again pulls Daryl off of the boy again.

Rick kneels down next or the boy "the men you were with took our friend. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out." The boy nods and tell us where his friends are located.

I'm definitely not ready to leave, or even get up yet I'm still actively bleeding and can hardly breathe. So obviously someone has to stay with me. Daryl was the chosen one, because Rick and t-dog didn't want him to make anymore problems.

Daryl ended up redressing my wound with gauze and some antibiotic ointment. "You alrigh'?" He asks as he sits back down next to me "y-yeah?" I say in an almost questioning tone because I really don't know if I'm alright. "you're not gonna go dyin' on me are ya?" He asks with a laugh. I shrug I really didn't know. he scoffs and says "You're gonna live m'not gonna let you die on me."

"I sho-should've listened to Glenn n'sta-stayed back at the camp" I stutter out. maybe I should've listened to Glenn and Shane because if I did, I definitely wouldn't be shot right now. Daryl just nods before I ask, "you think Glenn's gonna be mad?" Daryl shakes his head. Glenn wouldn't be mad, but Shane definitely would. "Nah, he's probably just gonna be worried." Daryl replies.

About 15 minutes later t-dog, and Rick come back, but without Glenn. they said they would talk to them and get Glenn back, but Glenn's not here. "Wh-what about Glenn? Where's Glenn?" I ask as I try to push myself up off of the ground but subsequently fall right back down. I groan as I squeeze my eyes shut. "They want the guns" Daryl stands up and walks over to Rick who's placing the bag of guns down on the table. "Them guns worth more than gold. Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table. You willing give that up for that kid?" Daryl asks as Rick is going through the guns. "If I knew we'd get Glenn back, I might agree. But you think that vato across the way is just gonna hand him over?" T-dog asks.

"You callin' g a liar?" The boy says, "are you part of this?" Daryl shouts as leans down in front of the boy "you wan' to hold onto your teeth?" He asks slapping the boy in the side of the head. "Question is, do you trust that man's word?" T -dog asks, I don't know if we can trust these people, but I do know if giving them the guns means getting Glenn back then we should give them the guns. "No question is what are you willin' to bet on it? Could be more than them guns. Could be your life. Glenn worth that to you?" Glenn is worth that to the group, if we didn't have Glenn we wouldn't have someone to go on runs. we can't just leave him here.

"We're getting Glenn back" I say as I try pushing myself back up again "we can't just leave him!" I shout using all of my energy as I fall back to the ground. "What life I have I owe to him" Rick says putting his gun back into his holster "I was nobody to Glenn, just some idiot stuck in a tank. He could've walked away, but he didn't. Neither will I." Daryl furrows his brows together "So you're gonna hand the guns over?" Daryl asks. Rick looks up a Daryl "I didn't say that."

"There's nothin' keeping you three here you should get out, head back to camp." Rick suggests. "I'm not leaving until I see Glenn" I say as I lean my head back against the wall. "And tell your family what?" T-dog asks with a sigh.

Rick, t-dog, and the boy leave, leaving Daryl and I by ourselves again. He's sat by my side again. "We should find ya a wheelchair cause I'm not carrying ya all the way back to that truck" Daryl says with a chuckle. I nod "y-yeah maybe" I whisper. "So, are you like with Glenn?" He asks, I let out a breathy laugh "no..no he's my best friend." He looks at me brows furrowed "seriously?" I nod, I guess Glenn and I have acted kind of like a couple in the past, but my love for Glenn has been totally platonic for a while now "totally platonic." We sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before I ask "Daryl?" He hums in response "do you think Merle's alive?" He nods "he's the toughest guy I've ever known. He has to be."

About 30 minutes late Rick, t-dog, and Glenn. Glenn's almost immediately at my side "are you alright?" He asks as he grabs my hand. "Yeah, I'm alright" I say with a smile. he hugs me but obviously tries to stay gentle. "I was so fucking worried you don't understand." Glenn mutters into my shoulder.

they have half of the guns we originally have but I feel that's alright as long as Shane never finds out. we're walking down the hallway in this empty office building, I'm in Daryl's arms bridal style as were searching the halls for some kind of wheelchair. there has to be one, there's no way there isn't just one that the building had on hand for emergencies. "Fuck finally!" Daryl curses as he spots one pushed into one of the rooms. Glenn pulls it out and pushes it in front of Daryl. Daryl sets me down gently in the wheelchair and then were on our way to find an exit.

Glenn is pushing me down the empty train station when Glenn says, "admit it, you only came back to Atlanta for the hat." referencing the sheriff's hat that now sat on ricks head. "Don't tell anybody." Rick jokes. "You've given away half our guns and ammo."

"Not nearly half." Rick corrects "for what? Bunch of old farts who are gonna die off momentarily anyhow? Seriously how long you think they got?" Daryl asks, "how long do any of us?" We stop at the end of the station expecting to see the truck still parked out on the train tracks but it's not. It's gone! Someone fucking took it!

"Oh my god." Glenn says, we're all shocked. "Where the hells our van?" Daryl asks "we left it right there. Who would take it?!"

"Merle" Rick states. "He's gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp."

We end up walking all the way back to camp. It's dangerous but we manage. When we get back to camp it's well after 6 o'clock. It's dark out, and the only light we see is the fire from camp.

A blood curdling scream is heard from camp which is followed by a bunch more screams and gunshots. This definitely makes everyone run a bit faster. When camp is in view, we see bunches of walkers. "Oh my god."

"Go! Go!" T-dog, Daryl and Rick immediately start running towards with their guns, and crossbow. But Glenn stops "leave me here" Glenn furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head "no I'm not leaving you here, what if you get bit." I pull out my gun and say, "I can handle myself go!" Glenn listens running off towards the walkers with his gun. So here I am trying to push myself up out of the wheelchair with a bullet still logged in my fucking leg. I manage to of course, even with the stabbing pain coursing through my leg I manage to get up out of the fucking wheelchair. I stumble my way over to the group with my gun in hand somehow managing to shoot any Walker in my way.

At this point I'm convinced I'm invincible. When I'm finally up with the group most of the walkers have been shot. The kids are crying huddled up in their mothers' arms, Andrea is crying over a body. Amy's body. My blood goes cold. She got bit, it was her scream that we heard. At this point I can feel the pain again. The adrenaline rush gone now. I fall to the ground crying out in pain.

I'm dead now, the remaining walkers are going to eat me. I'm dead, I'm fucking dead.

"God dammit you stupid motherfucker why'd ya get up?!" I'm scooped up by Daryl. Everyone's still on guard huddled around the rv. "You weren't bit were ya?" I shake my head quickly. I'm placed back down on the ground. I can hear Amy's whimpers and cries from here. She covered in bites and blood. I can't look, I won't look. I can't watch her die. I've watched to many people die by now. I can't watch her die. When I hear Andrea cry out, I knows she's dead. I can't look again. Not again. There was so much blood, the look on Andrea's face as she cradled her dying sisters face was enough.

"Oh no, no. Amy! Amy! Amy!" Andrea wails.

"I remember my dream now, why I dug the holes."

So many people are dead. Dead bodies are littered around us. God.

its later that night when I'm laid out on the ground with my hands being held down by Glenn, and Daryl. everyone else is also sitting around us watching as rick pulls the bullet out of my leg. "Stop, stop!" I cry out as rick starts prodding in my wound with a pair of tweezers. Glenns other hand immediately clasps over my mouth as I let out a loud guttural scream with tears streaming down my cheeks. "I've got it! I've got it!" I watch as rick pulls out the somehow still intact bullet out of my let. I push myself away from rick as both men on either side of me let go of my arms. "Are you alright?" Glenn asks as I push myself up and into his arms. "I'm fine I think."

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mistakes.

a/n: totally for self indulgence... don’t know how is this gonna do though since i’m not sure if a lot of people has caught up with the manga but i’m pretty sure the fandom has seen him at least once and instantly thirst for him. so, idk what colour his eyes are (i can see blue but fanwiki says green so i stuck with that and in between). this comes with a package of me pointing out how big and buff he is and idc if you’ll get annoyed over it.

word count: 6.1k

genre: AU, nsfw, smut, angst if you squint

warnings: DARK – NONCON, coercion, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, choking, mind break, breeding, face fucking, slight dacryphilia, spitting, age gap, degradation, virgin reader, dilf toji manhandling reader

pairing: toji x f!reader

languages available: vietnamese.

summary: you want to surprise your bestie, megumi upon his arrival home from college but things take a terrible turn.

one.

heavy rain starts pouring as soon as you’ve reached the front doorstep of the fushiguro’s household. it was a dumb idea to not bring an umbrella with you despite the sky already starting to get dark when you left home earlier, but you were willing to push your luck and started sprinting once you felt prickles of droplets landing on your skin. with a stroke of luck, you managed to escape the heavy downpour from soaking your clothes.

drawing a deep and relieved sigh, you take a moment to regain control over your breathing before knocking the big front door. aware of the aftermath of the run, you fix your hair with your hands as you wait for megumi to come and greet you.

college made you and the male to part ways until phones were the only thing that kept you both up to date with each other’s lives. ironically enough, that’s the thing you forgot to bring when you left home in a rush and excitement to surprise your dear friend since he’s coming home today. you can vividly remember the last text you read; he was at the train station and you had to estimate the time of his arrival and the time he would be at home instead of asking him.

however, you’re caught slightly off guard when a different man opens the door for you instead. nonetheless, your lips curl to a sweet smile and there’s a brief of awkward silence before he speaks. you know him, but he doesn’t seem to remember you at all.

“you’re..?” with a tilt of his head, he looks down at you with a curious brow.

“it’s me, mr. fushiguro!” you offer your name, scrutinizing the expression on his face as his forehead crinkles while he jogs through his memories. then he glances at you and away in thought and back at you again with wide eyes when he finally recalls.

“oh, it’s you!” he ruffles your hair, a bit too enthusiastic in spite of his usual character that you were always familiar with. “i haven’t seen you in a while.”

you let out a little laugh, “yeah. i think i was fourteen the last time i saw you, mr. fushiguro. but it’s nice to see you again.”

“ah, yes. i had to go out of town and overseas for business a lot.” toji explains, rubbing the back of his neck, slightly bashful that he didn’t recognize the girl– no, woman before him even when you both have met plenty of times back when you often came to play with his son since you both were still little.

but can anyone blame him? time works wonders and now the little girl he used to know has grown to be much more mature and gorgeous and so... demure.

“yeah, megumi told me. speaking of him, is he home?” you finally inquire, bringing up the reason why you’re here in the first place.

two.

“why don’t you come in first? it’s cold outside.” he says before immediately turning around without answering your question. you close the door behind you and follow him closely, also somewhat intimidated when you realize how tall and huge he is– the tight fitting shirt stretches over his wide back and accentuating his physique even more. his arms are toned and popping with veins, not the way you used to remember at least, but you’ve never cared to notice. you’re not certain of his age either, but you’re pretty sure you’d be surprised if you find out.

“do you want coffee or tea?” toji suddenly breaks the silence as you nervously stand in the middle of the room to take a glimpse around the kitchen like it’s your first time being there, completely heedless over his gaze lingering up and down your curves, observing the figure of a girl who just freshly went through her womanhood and your lascivious beauty before he quickly turns around to grab two mugs from the cabinet.

“anything is fine.” you politely reply, fear of sounding somewhat demanding if you choose your preference despite being offered with choices.

“come on, you’re giving a man a hard time.” he jokes. “and sit down.”

he’s trying to extend his invitation though intentionally sounding assertive, but when he sees that you are quick to comply and scramble to your seat, he finds it to be... stimulating. at least he knows that you’re docile and he wonders if he could put it to the test. well, doesn’t matter. he will.

“coffee is good.” you smile, interrupting his train of thoughts and he pours the coffee from the pot before walking over to hand you your mug.

“unfortunately,” he sits down on the chair next to you. “megumi isn’t home right now.” toji puts his lips between the warm mug and softly blows before sipping his coffee. “he wanted to take a short trip to the store but i think he’s going to be stuck there for a while.” he looks out the window to only see pitch black staring back at him along with roaring thunder from the skies.

“oh.” you mutter, taking a careful sip of the hot brew. a little disappointed that you couldn’t see megumi yet, but his dad is right– it’s nearly a disaster outside but you find no point hanging around any longer either.

“is it too bitter? you don’t like it?” his voice laces with concern when he notices your face involuntarily scrunches up at the bitter taste.

you quickly shake your head, “no, no. it’s fine!” you reassure, afraid that he’ll take offense from the coffee he personally made. “besides, if megumi isn’t here, i–”

three.

“oh, it’s fine if you wait here for him.” he cuts you off. “unfortunately, we don’t have an extra umbrella.” the corners of his lips tug into a comforting smile and you are quick to relax into it.

you’ve always found toji to be quite frightening when you were young. he seemed like someone who never smiled, always had a sombre and intense vibe to him that no child would be too fond of. there was no exchange of words between you two, except for your constant brief hello and a smile that you did out of courtesy whenever you bump into him inside his house, even though he never replied anything back. not even a crack on the lips to return the smile.

but today is different. probably because he finds it easier for him to talk to an adult than a child and you’re relieved that you’re able to humor him in some way.

“so, are you and megumi a thing?” he abruptly asks and glances at you as he sips his coffee.

“no, we’re not!” you titter, waving a hand in dismissal as you bring up the mug to hide your face from embarrassment.

“oh?” a glint of amusement and surprise shines in his green eyes. “are you sure?”

you blink at the question as heat warms your cheeks from the thought of dating your best friend. “yes, megumi and i are just friends. really.”

“why? because you have a boyfriend?” toji pries, uncaring if he sounds intrusive to you and you only assume that he’s trying to strike up a conversation in some old fashioned way.

you just shake your head and laugh, “it’s not that, either.”

“hmm,” he props his elbow on the table leisurely, head resting on his fist as he looks at you intently, as if in search of something. “you’re pretty hard to figure out.”

“what do you mean? i don’t think so.” you smile, bringing up the mug to cover your face again so you can shy away from his intense gaze yet he thinks that it’s endearing and he finds himself grinning unwillingly.

toji notices how you always try to look away when you get so shy over some simple questions. you’re just oozing with purity and innocence of a maiden and something dark and twisted inside him is craving to violate every part of it.

“for a start, i can’t figure out why you don’t have one.” he says, tapping his fingertips on the table as his mind is running with sinful thoughts.

“hmm, maybe because i haven’t found anyone interesting yet.” you finally lock your eyes with his as you answer, not wanting to come off as rude if you keep on talking without looking directly at the man.

“isn’t my son good for you?” he couldn’t care less to be honest; he only plans to test the waters and is even more aroused to learn that you’ve never been touched by a man before and he feels like a wolf that’s just ready to pounce on a lost, little lamb.

“oh, no, no!” why do you have to get so bashful? he’ll fuck you on this table if you don’t stop. “we just don’t see each other that way.”

he’s so lost in his thoughts and carnal desires that whatever you’re babbling seems to go in one ear and out the other.

“then, what do you think of me?” he asks nonchalantly with a smirk plastered across his face.

you blink at him once, twice. “uhh, what?” is he suddenly getting self-conscious?

“you heard me. what do you think of me?” yet he doesn’t seem like it either.

“umm,” you ponder for a moment as you think of every adjective you can find in your head that wouldn’t come out offensive if you’re going to be honest with him. why would he even ask you such a thing anyways? and why would it matter to him? there’s nothing nice about him that you could exactly pinpoint from the past except for ‘scary’, ‘serious’ and some other things revolving around those.

“i thought that you were kinda... scary?” you blurt unsurely, mentally slapping yourself for even daring to say such a thing to him. unless it’s a vibe that he was going for, then you’d be relieved.

it isn’t exactly what toji wants to hear but he laughs heartily, “really?” a shiver runs down your spine when he looks at you again, his eyes glimmering with daunt. “but are you still scared of me?”

“uh, no.” you laugh. “you’re actually really nice, mr. fushiguro.”

“oh, that makes me feel better.” another grin etches on his scarred lips as he draws his gaze to your hands that are tensing and fiddling with your sleeves and your leg is bouncing; a perfect depiction of a trembling lamb cornered in his den– and he’s fucking starving.

has he got you on edge? are you nervous? good. “but i think you should.”

a lump catches in your throat and your heart drops, “i- what?”

the chair emits a screeching sound and it stumbles backwards as toji abruptly stands up from his seat. sheer panic causes you to rise on your feet too, and your eyes dart to the chair, and the male, back and forth as your mind tries to get a grasp on the situation.

“mr. fushiguro..?” you whisper meekly, taking a step away and around the table as you notice him taking a careful yet threatening inch closer.

“no, no. i’m not gonna hurt you.” toji (barely) reassures you as he continues creeping on his feet. but the sinister smile on his lips takes out every last bit of faith you had in him and the loud voice in your head keeps telling you to run for the door and never look back– fuck the rain.

as if he can read through your thoughts, he warns. “but i will, if you run.”

the smile on toji’s face turns smug when he sees you freeze in place upon his threat. being trapped under the unpleasant situation triggers your fight or flight responses and rapid heartbeat drums in your ears as you stand in trance and trepidation.

“that’s a good girl.” he coos, taking another step forward before you decide to throw a mug at him and dash towards the door as fast as you can. you assume that toji has pushed the table to the floor when you hear a loud thud, followed by his hasty footsteps as he catches up quickly behind you.

the door that is finally within arm’s reach suddenly changes into a mirage when a strong pair of arms grabs you by the waist and your body floats as it lifts onto his shoulder. the huge contrast between the size of your body and his should let you know; no matter how much you try to resist, he will never budge. yet, your arms and legs still flail around in an attempt to punch and kick him and you’re screaming for him to let you down and just hope that anyone is able to hear your cries in spite of the thunderstorm.

well, so much for luck.

“ah, ah. you don’t wanna do that.” there’s a mocking and amusing tone in his voice as he advises you. “you should save that energy later. juuust in a bit.”

“mr. fushiguro– stop–!” you sob, watching your only escape slowly disappears out of sight when he turns to a corner and into a dark room. your body bounces onto a mattress before toji’s huge, ripped figure swiftly looms above yours and ties your hands together with a belt and onto the headboard. at this point, the illuminating lights through the windows are the only thing that aids your vision and you have to rely more on your senses.

“shh,” he shushes you with a finger against your trembling lips. “the neighbors will hear. and if they do, i want it to be because you’re getting fucked so good. so be a good little girl for daddy, okay?”

regardless of being terrified, you find yourself cringing over the nickname he refers to himself. hopefully, he won’t ask you to call him that either. “mr. fushiguro– i– please don’t do this. i- i won’t tell anyone.”

toji tsks, taking his sweet time to admire your smaller body underneath his– the exposed, soft skin on your neck waiting to be bruised, chest heaving as your breath comes deep and short, and legs pressing together to secure your modesty; though will prove to be futile later.

“i know you won’t.” his thumb grazes against your lips, mesmerized by its plushness as he imagines it wrapped prettily around his throbbing cock. “are you a virgin?”

you only nod your head, eyes wavering as you look at his darker ones before catching it shine with interest.

“never had anything inside here?” he asks again, pressing your cunt against the fabric of your pants with his fingers. the dark room makes it hard to see, but your cheeks are turning red from humiliation and you look away before shaking your head no.

“are you sure?” toji’s thumb presses down on your clit and causes your body to shudder apprehensively.

“o-only my finger.” you audibly whisper through the white noise outside.

oh, how exhilarating. guess the innocent looking ones can be lewd too. don’t you know that a cock would make you feel better? a big cock like his is definitely what you need. just a finger wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you! poor little thing.

“then i got to teach you a few things, right? it’ll come handy later. boys love girls with experiences.” he promptly strips you off from your pants before carelessly throws it to the ground and kneels between your legs to keep you wide and open for him.

“you like to be touched here?” his finger reaches down to ghost over your clothed clit, observing you with lust filled eyes while you turn away from his gaze and remain unresponsive. “daddy is a very impatient person so i suggest you answer me.”

toji pinches your clit, and your body squirms with an elicited yelp. you can only guess (and hope) that he wasn’t referring to him touching you there but you answer anyway, “y-yes.”

he hums in satisfaction, moving down until his head stops between your thighs and in front of your sex. toji grabs your thigh and spreads them apart before flattening his warm tongue against your clothed bud, causing a shiver to run down your spine and it quickly draws your attention to him.

your face heats up in embarrassment when you see toji’s head dipped in front of your pussy, but he’s only calm and teasing as his jade eyes stare up to lock with yours to look for a reaction.

“you’ve never felt a tongue over here either, hm?” he sneers, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and you mentally curse yourself for feeling slightly aroused over his ministrations.

“just let me go, please.” you try to close your legs, but to no avail when his rough hands push them away.

“you know, if you keep asking for ridiculous things,” toji tuts and grasps your supple thighs hard, nails digging painfully on your skin. “i might have to get rough on you. but you’re a smart girl and you wouldn’t like that, right?”

“n-no.” you choke and fidget.

“good. because i only want you to feel good.” he offers a gentle smile and kisses the dented mark on your thigh. “so, let’s start over. you haven’t answered me.”

you nibble your lip hesitantly and look anywhere but him, “no.”

“see? all the more reason for me to show you what you’ve been missing out.” he chuckles, tugging your underwear to the side impatiently.

“fuck. such a pretty pussy.” he growls at the sight of your bare cunt. there isn’t a lot of slick yet, but it’s fine, he’ll make you get there. that’s the point of this whole ordeal, right?

your body quivers naturally once you feel the foreign sensation; wet, warm muscle prodding your puffy folds up to your clit and circling on it with the tip of his tongue teasingly as he observes you from below.

your eyes are screwed shut and your lips are caught between your teeth as you try to restrict your whines from the undeniable pleasure rushing in your veins and he doesn’t stop– your pathetic attempt to deny him and your sentiments only drives him to push you over the edge even more.

with a harsh suck on your clit, he manages to get you to squeal and you can feel him smirking underneath you. toji flattens his tongue and laps off your juices again before he takes you by surprise when he suddenly slides a finger inside your tight, wet cunt.

“shh. it’ll feel good, baby girl.” he comforts when he hears you whimper at the pain inflicted and true enough, it soon begins to feel good. you’ve fingered yourself plenty of times before, but it feels different when he does it for you– his finger is thick and long that it reaches deeper than you’ve ever been able to.

toji notices you start to become quiet so he slides in another digit, eliciting yet another sob from you. the warm and moist cunny makes his cock twitch and he finds himself getting eager. your back arches from the bed when toji curls his fingers to stroke the bumpy tissues of your g-spot with every drag.

“feels good, yeah?” he grins arrogantly as your legs tremble under his hold. your breathing has turned erratic and your toes are curling as your mouth gapes in pitiful, broken cries that are just music to his ears.

“answer me, sweetheart.” he presses down a thumb on your neglected clit, reminding you that he is not keen on being ignored and disputed.

“y-yes.” you finally choke through pants and shame. though the answer comes out in hesitance, your body is more honest– pussy sopping and eliciting obscene squelches and it’s enough to satisfy him for now.

your head thrashes side to side as you feel yourself about to tip over but you still refuse to beg toji for a release.

“hah– fuck!” you whimper loudly when toji oh-so-generously sucks your clit again, fingers pumping faster inside your cunt, making your body feel even more tense with overbearing stimulation before finally pushing you over the edge and you break into a silent scream.

toji laps off your slick before he pulls out his finger into his mouth and licks them clean.

“that’s a good girl. why don’t you taste yourself?” he climbs on top of you while you gasp for air from the intense orgasm and he easily pulls you into a fervour, sloppy kiss. you can feel the wet slick on his chin and you can taste yourself at the same time as he intertwines his tongue with yours.

four.

out of spite and vexation, you found courage to bite his tongue hard and toji instantly pushes himself from you, his dark eyes express astonishment and agitation.

“fucking bitch.” he curses as his eyes narrow at you displeasingly before he takes off his pants and briefs to release his cock from its confinements. his cock is throbbing and thick, and you can almost see a trickle of precum on its head. you crumple at the sight as regret and anxiety washes over you.

“don’t worry, it’ll fit.” he says cockily upon the worrisome look on your face. “but since you like it rough, i’m sure you want to choke on it first.”

“no– i’m sorry!” you shake your head but toji only lets out a scornful laugh as he disregards your pleas and props himself on the knees and over your neck.

toji slaps the tip of his cock on your lips, gesturing you to open your mouth but you purse them into a flat, thin line and refuse to obey.

“open up. it’s a part of your lesson after all.” he snaps before squeezing your cheeks together. “it’ll get worse if you don’t listen to me.”

“d-don’t wa-ant to– flea-shh.” you whimper and toji emits a long, deep sigh as he releases his grip.

“i don’t like repeating myself.” his voice is laced with malice and chills crawls up your spine as his eyes look down at you demeaningly before you slowly open your mouth trepidatiously and wait for his next order.

“no teeth. i think you’d know that much.” he patronizes before sliding his cock inside your mouth and he hisses as the warmth engulfs his throbbing cock. “that’s it. now, suck.”

and you have no choice but to obey submissively. you slightly lift your head and struggle to take his length as much as you can before running your tongue around to feel each prominent vein.

“i said suck, whore.” he commands through gritted teeth. you hollow your cheeks, compressing his fat cock tight between them as you bop your head up and down.

“fuuuck, just like that.” toji groans as his hand reaches the top of your head and caresses you softly. you start to pick up the pace, slobbering his dick with so much saliva that it begins to seep from the corners of your mouth and it’s so wet and obscene– just the way he likes it.

“it almost makes me think that this isn’t your first time.” his head falls back and hips begin to jerk until the tip hits the back of your throat, forcing you to take more than you could. you choke as tears start to well up in your eyes and the bedhead shakes when you try to tug your wrists.

“what’s wrong? can’t take my fat cock?” he scoffs arrogantly. “you gotta work on your gag reflex, sweetheart.”

the muffles from your throat vibrate against his dick and toji groans in pleasure that he subconsciously rocks his hips, slapping your chin with his balls. your vision has become blurry and breathing becomes harder as you let him abuse your throat and your jaws ache before he abruptly pulls out and you can finally gasp for precious air.

“look at you,” his cock twitches with excitement when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks from your doe eyes and he wipes them away with his thumb, making you flinch slightly, “are you sorry for making daddy mad?”

toji always tries to articulate each word with appease. it’s never soothing per se when you can sense the threat entwining in his voice and it’s fucking you psychologically.

and it deems to be successful when you’re already trembling in fear underneath him.

you’re uncertain whether he prefers you to speak or not, but your throat is sore so you meekly nod your head in response. it’s better than nothing, to be honest.

“good. open your mouth.”

your mouth is already parted for air but you assume that he wants to put his cock in again. submissively, yet dreadfully, you open your mouth wider and await for him to shove his cock back in but you’re surprised when toji spits in your mouth instead.

it’s warm and disgusting; you’re just left gaping and repelled, and you want to spit it out but toji squeezes your cheeks together.

“swallow.” he orders. you quickly brace yourself and close your eyes before cringing as you gulp down the mix of saliva in your mouth and toji releases his grip once he’s certain that you’ve ingested.

“i could’ve made you swallow my cum but i’d feel bad,” he chuckles sardonically. “what do you have to say?”

“t-thank you.” you whisper vaguely and he accustoms his face to a simper.

“good girl.” toji smashes his lips onto yours, yet his eyes are locked with yours ominously for a brief second– a telltale that he expects you not to pull up another stunt before they close as he deepens the kiss.

obviously, nothing would benefit you whether you comply or defy, not until you’ve catered for his insatiable lechery. but you’ve learned your lesson and although you’re compelled, you finally relent as every ounce of resistance begins to drift from you.

toji breaks the kiss and shifts lower, peppering greedy kisses on your neck before he catches the soft, chaste skin between his teeth to suck and form purplish bruising marks. he lifts up your shirt over your head and hastily unclasps your bra, causing you to shudder once the cold air hits your exposed breasts.

large, calloused hands press your mounds before his mouth latches on one perky tit, while the other is tweaked with his fingers. experienced tongue draws circles and sucks punishingly, alternating with the other nipple. the headboard rattles as you keen over the stimulation and your eyes open in dismay when you feel something hard prodding your clit.

he moves lower and spits on your cunt before propping on his knees to take off his tight shirt– through subdued glow, you can make out the outline of his toned abs and broad chest as his large build towers menacingly in front of you; even when he’s not standing on his feet.

“listen. daddy is going to release the binds, but do you promise to be good?” he asks, smearing the saliva with his cockhead and against your slit.

“yes. i- i promise.” you murmur appallingly; as if you have a choice in the matter.

toji leans over to unrestrain you then he observes you, expecting you to put up a fight but instead, you just remain still underneath him.

he grins in satisfaction, getting off to the fact that you’ve fallen into submission before he shifts back into his prior position and bends your knees up to line his cock with your hole. a feeling of triumph stirs inside him when he’s reminded that he’s the ‘chosen’ one to defile your innocence.

“stop! it hurts–!” you wail and your hands clench the sheets when you feel toji’s thick cock stretching your virgin cunt slowly, but he ignores you, groaning at the warmth that engulfs him and the tight walls that clenches him as he selfishly pushes through.

it burns. so bad. your chest heaves rapidly and you screw your eyes shut as your face twists to express pain and uncomfort. “please, please–! i can’t–”

“yes, you can.” his tone is indifferent as he holds you down since your body keeps on wincing until he finally fills you to the brim and he can see a bulge poking on your tummy.

“fuck. haven’t been inside a virgin cunt for a while.” he mutters under his breath. “now, i know it hurts but i promise you’ll enjoy it. it’s just too bad that you get to have a big cock as your first.” he snickers nonchalantly and leans down closer to your face, making you jolt when you feel it inching deeper.

“if it makes you feel better– you’re fucking tight. just the way daddy likes it.” toji whispers in your ear but you can only freeze in fear and agony.

toji hovers above you, his hands firmly grip the headboard in front of him and he begins to move his hips; thrusting in and out of your pussy.

your fists clench the sheets harder as a loud cry rips from your throat, “no! it hurts! please!”

but toji doesn’t seem to mind, his cyan orbs stare down at you coldly yet in focus as he relishes over the plush walls clamping down on his cock.

“stop! stop– i- i don’t want–!” you continuously wail as you writhe in anguish before he suddenly stops pounding and he wraps his hand around your neck instead, instantly drawing your attention to him as he applies pressure in his hold.

“if you don’t stop whining like a bitch in heat, i will fucking breed you like one.” he warns through gritted teeth, clearly agitated over your act of defiance.

“you want this. you’re going to love this.” his words are sick endeavours to coerce you into another round of complete submission.

but what else can you do? toji’s hand is so large that his middle finger and thumb almost reach each other as it clasps around your frail neck and you know he can easily crush your windpipes if he wants to.

“say it. you. want. this.” he seethes.

“i. want. this.” you barely croak each word and they’re slowly influencing your cloudy mind. as soon as he releases you, you soothe the pain around your throat with your hand as you gasp for air.

“fuck. don’t think i didn’t feel you clenching around my cock just now.” he sneers and situates himself again before ruthlessly and steadily continuing where he left off.

you only close your eyes and bite your lips hard to stop whimpering as you mentally comfort yourself and dissolve every inch of your sanity; i’m going to enjoy it, it’s going to feel good soon, i want this, i want this.

soon enough, toji notices that your muscles have relaxed– suggesting that you’ve finally caved in as pleasure overtakes you so he fucks you deeper and faster before he falls on his elbows and you can feel his bangs tickling your face.

“that’s it, baby. you make daddy feel so fucking good.” he praises between grunts. you can feel the veins on his cock dragging against your walls and he’s right, it feels so good and your lips open in breathless pants.

you find your arms to loosely wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist as if clinging onto him for dear life as toji ruts into your cunny like a feral beast.

“you like it, yeah? this is what you want, isn’t it?”

through hazy mind, you can only manage to whimper an audible ‘yes’ as you feel an odd, yet almost familiar knot twisting in your lower stomach begging to snap and your nails dig into the skin of his broad back upon the intense sensation shooting through your body.

a low, deep guttural sound leaves his throat when he feels your nails sinking and scratching his back– it prompts him to quicken his pace and you can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over, causing your back to arch simultaneously.

“i’m– i’m gonna–!” you keen as your body trembles in anticipation and your sopping cunt is clenching on his throbbing cock like a vice.

“fuck yeah. cum on daddy’s cock.” toji urges and nips on the sensitive skin of your neck to tip you over the edge and your pupils blow wide as you break into a scream. despite being your second orgasm for the night, an overwhelming euphoria washes over you for the first time of your life; is this what it feels like? you don’t know, you’ve never had one (at least not from a cock) and your pussy is just fluttering, pulsing and creaming around his cock.

“hah– fuck. good girl.”

toji remains to snap his hips, fucking you through your high as you’re left in daze from your orgasm. toji can feel his balls tensing and his thrusts are turning sporadic as he inches closer to his climax. your whines and nonsense babbles are drowned by the feeling of pleasure that’s enveloping him and he doesn’t even have the resolution to listen to you gibbering when your cunny is just milking him, sucking him in like it doesn’t want to let go and he just wants to give what your greedy pussy asks for; to fill it up with his thick load until it’s full and leaking out of you.

and daddy knows best, after all.

“shit– i won’t be able to hold it any longer. say you want daddy’s cum.” he grunts.

you’ve partly snapped out of your daze when you hear his voice again, and though you can’t see his face that’s already buried next to your head, you’re petrified and it’s making you feel dizzy and suffocated.

“i– n-no. please not–” you sob through your raw throat.

but toji doesn’t listen and you don’t know if you’re relieved or not because if he does, you know that it’ll tick him off and it’s going to do you more harm than good– but you’re scared and it hurts, that you unwillingly start to snivel again.

“shut up. you’re gonna take it like a good cumslut.” he shoves two long fingers in your mouth, causing you to choke on them.

“daddy’s gonna cum in this pretty pussy and you’re gonna fucking take it.”

toji’s grunts ring in your ears and you’re able to feel his cock twitching inside you before he finally releases hot ropes of cum– filling up and defiling your womb.

“y-you came inside..” you mumble once he takes out his fingers as you’re left entirely devastated and stupefied.

“fucking did.” he pants, lifting his body up from you and pulls out his cock to shove back the dribbling cum that’s leaking from your abused cunny with his finger. you would wince but your mind is already numb and your body is sore that you can do nothing but burn holes through the ceiling above.

“don’t look so sad.” the room resonates with his chuckles and he gets off the bed to put back on his pants. toji walks over to the nightstand where a pack of cigarettes await him and he puts one between his lips and you can hear the flicking sounds of a lighter as he tries to burn the tip.

“i can promise you that other guys wouldn’t be rough as me but one thing’s for sure,” he inhales the tobacco and exhales in a gratifying manner, “that will stay as the best fuck of your life.”

fat tears stream down your cheeks and you curl on your side, protecting your now-ruined-body as you quietly sob and your mind takes you back from how the ordeal even started and causes you to end up where you are right now– and it only makes you cry harder.

toji only lets out an exasperated sigh. he grabs his shirt from the floor and throws it on his shoulder before reaching the door.

“megumi won’t be coming home ‘til tomorrow. he said something about the train and the weather, so you can leave when you’re done. you know your way out.”

you hear the door close shut behind him and you’re left in the dark with nothing but the smell of his tobacco and the sounds of the drizzling rain accompanying you as you drown in your thoughts and griefs.

how many mistakes have you made today? four? five? or more?

you’ve lost count and you question yourself over again until you’re no longer able to care.

what’s done is done.

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His Lucky Charm: Subpoena pt.1

Type: two-shot to (mini)series or a standalone

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 9100

Summary: subpoena (verb) – to order someone to go to a law court to answer questions

Following Steve’s discovery and more importantly his unsubtle methods, you are forced to reveal your secret to the world’s mightiest heroes. It goes about as well as expected.

Warnings: allusions to smut (so at least 15+), Tony being a D, angry Steeb, mention of self-loathing, discussion on treating people who are different, mention of death, briefest mention of Nzis, language!!, some fluff

A/N: Two-part addition to the series. Follows chapter four. The second part will be concerned with @secretswiftymarvelfan‘s request she earned by winning a challenge ;) Dialogue heavy and I’m not sorry...much.

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For those who believe, no prove is necessary. For those who don’t, no prove is possible. – Stuart Chase

For Steve, nine months always felt like a long time.

When he was littler, sometimes his cough got so bad it lasted that long, and it would have been a whole year if it wasn’t for warm summers.

When at the front, minutes felt like hours, days like months, and actual months like years – and nine ‘years’ on a battlefield were damn endless.

The nine months after he woke up in a different millennium provided him with enough time to adjust to certain things – and yet it wasn’t enough for him to assimilate fully.

When it came to a relationship, nine months felt like an eternity, the good kind. Had it been his old times, he would have popped the question and married you – a woman he loved from the depth of his heart – in quarter of the time. He might appreciate today’s tendency of actually getting to know your partner further before taking that step, but if he was being honest… getting to one knee in front of you crossed his mind more than once recently.

Nine months since your first date and here he was, standing in the private elevator leading to the residential floors of the Avengers’ Tower with you, a bundle of nerves by his side, because there were some big news you needed to share with his teammates.

He certainly would have preferred to be telling them you were getting married; and seeing you fumble with your hands, dismay written all over your face, it occurred to him that maybe he should tell them exactly that to distract his team from his crazy behaviour yesterday. He was almost certain he could get you playing along, earning your gratitude for coming up with a sweet alternative to what was really going to happen.

An alternative that didn’t involve revealing the secret you were so expertly keeping even from him until yesterday to four other people. Steve thanked god you had taken today off, having known he’d be back from a mission; it meant that after receiving numerous phonecalls and texts, he could promise his teammates in the groupchat that he’d stop by in the afternoon to explain why on Earth he had shot at his own suit. Multiple times. Because he wouldn’t do this without you – not when you were at the centre of this and it was your secret to tell.

He certainly didn’t look forward to telling his friends that his girlfriend was a witch and she had put a spell on his lucky charm that actually saved his life either way. It went without saying that you too would rather keep it between the two of you; unfortunately, that was no longer an option, hence you being a nervous wreck. Steve couldn’t hold it against you.

When your hands moved to your skirt, crumbling the poor fabric, Steve couldn’t stand it anymore, grasping them to his own to stop the destruction.

You looked up at him alarmed and bashful at once; all he could do was to try to give you a reassuring smile and kiss your right palm, frankly caring little about how damp and clammy it had grown.

“Steve, I- do we-" you stuttered, gulping when he repeated the action with your other hand.

“Yes, angel?”

He loved how your eyes softened, the tenderness in them briefly replaced by an unfairly dimmed sparkle of amusement.

“Nice try, but… do we really have to?” you whimpered, adding your best impression of puppy eyes, pleading him to call this whole thing off.

He found it cute – and yet not cute at all. He couldn’t be mad at you for not wanting to share your secret, that wasn’t it, he would be on your side actually. He just hated the fear that crept into your voice, the resignation that came with asking despite knowing the answer.

Because for long, keeping that secret might have meant survival to you. Fuck, he didn’t have nearly enough time with you to talk all the things through to find out. But he would. He swore he would, as long as you’d be willing. He’d talk to you about anything, fears included, and worked on soothing every single one of them.

“I’m sorry,” he said instead, a pang of guilt stinging in his gut. “I wasn’t thinking yesterday and I have some explaining to do. We both do.”

He squeezed your hands as you nodded, the numbers on the elevator climbing seemingly more slowly than usual; perhaps Jarvis was that considerate.

“I know. It wasn’t your fault. It’s just… I really don’t want to.”

“It’s gonna be okay,” he rushed, receiving a grimace at the cliché phrase in return.

He shook his head, pressing your palms together and enveloping them in his own hands. You looked up at him, lips a thin line, corners of your mouth lifted in an attempt of a smile. He reciprocated and leaned in to lay a lingering kiss to your forehead; your shuddery exhale tickled his collar in response.

“I know I can’t promise they will take it well. And I’m not doing that, but… I will not let anything happen to you. That I can promise, angel.”

“I know that,” you whispered, your smile turning a fraction more genuine as you pecked his lips. “But you cannot stop them from not liking me anymore.”

Steve barely managed to open his mouth, no appropriate reply on his tongue when the elevator door finally slid open, causing you to take a quick step back from him; which likely looked comical, since Steve had no intention of letting go of your hands.

A chorus of surprised ‘hey’ and ‘hi’ welcomed you, followed by a light-hearted shout.

“Heeey, look what the cat dragged in! Not one bird, but two lovebirds!”

The corners of Steve’s lips twitched as he kept one of your hands in his and walked out of the elevator. Hearing your nervous chuckle at Clint’s joke, he made a mental note to buy that man a month’s supply of high-quality coffee.

The team was already splayed over the centre of the living room – Clint half-lying on a couch, Natasha standing by, her hip propped onto the backrest, Tony sitting in an armchair, elbows leaning onto his thighs and Bruce hovering above the other armchair but clearly feeling too uneasy to actually sit down.

It left the other couch vacant for you, but Steve didn’t think he could sit down right now and he doubted you felt any different.

“Hilarious, Barton, top-notch comedy,” Tony commented, unimpressed, as you and Steve finally stopped few feet from the group. “Your circus background is showing.”

“Pff, I think it’s safe to say I still am in one.”

You made a small choked sound next to Steve at the savage remark, hand twitching in his. Two months’ supply for Clint it was.

“Won’t really argue with that,” Bruce sighed, crossing his arms on his chest. “Uhm, not that I don’t like seeing you both, but… didn’t we have something we needed to talk about, Steve?”

Steve felt a wave of defensiveness rose in his chest despite knowing it was to be expected. The rest of the Avengers didn’t have the information he had, not yet – they didn’t know your presence was indispensable here.

He squeezed your hand and ran his thumb over its back when he felt you tense up by his side.

“We did. That’s why we’re both here,” he explained simply, earning a sceptical glare from the Ironman himself – but various levels of surprise were evident on everyone’s face.

“Just so we’re clear, you want her to hear about how you went bonkers and shot at your suit?” Tony asked, causing Steve to sigh. “Sure, be my guest.”

Steve took a deep breath, his suspicions confirmed. This was going to be very very hard; but the fact that he himself didn’t know nearly enough and was still letting the fact that you were a witch sink in would not be the reason.

In other words, if Tony could tune down being a jerk, it would be splendid.

“I ‘went bonkers’ for a reason. I was testing a theory and I was right. Have you all seen the footage?”

“Yeah. But you kinda know your angles so we didn’t see everything,” Clint hummed, clearly resolving to sit up since the talk was about to get real.

The new piece of information threw Steve off – he assumed his friends would be up to speed, already knowing about the drawing. He thought you two would only be here to provide the additional explanation.

For a moment, he wavered – perhaps he really could play this off, sweep it under a rug. It would make everything so much easier… but one glance at Natasha told him it was definitely not an option. If anything, she needed to understand what happened yesterday that had him breathing despite getting shot by a bullet that should have most definitely kill him.

He squeezed your hand again before reluctantly letting go and taking a step forward.

“Well. Yesterday on a mission… there was a strange occurrence, Natasha knows this,” he supplied, earning the redhead four glances including yours. She subtly nodded. “I got shot by one of the modified bullets. Straight in the chest, only a few feet distance.”

The image of the man flickered in front of his eyes, a painfully sharp memory of tasting fear of death punching him in the gut. The intensity surprised him, his eyes slipping shut; but here you were, warm palm landing on his back as if you could sense his discomfort. His shoulders automatically relaxed, your touch lingering only for a moment and yet it soothed him. He gave you a side-eye with a grateful smile, which you shakily returned.

“Hold on a sec. Those bullets were— well, deadly for sure. How the hell are you still walking? Not that I’m not glad that you do, but… you know.”

It was almost sweet how Clint’s reaction practically mimicked Natasha’s: not that I’m not glad that you’re alive, but what the hell?

“That’s what I asked myself too. Until I realized a few things and had to test my theory, which turned out to be right.”

“What’s the theory?” Bruce interjected almost instantly, uncomfortably shortening the time Steve hoped to get to gather his thoughts. How could he best explain this?

“That when Y/N once asked me to wear a drawing I made for her with me on a mission as a lucky charm… she didn’t mean it figuratively,” he said in the end.

He realized how confusing his words were the moment they left his mouth; and indeed, everyone bar you stared at him baffled.

“You lost me, Cap. What the hell are you on about?”

For once, Steve couldn’t hold Tony’s reaction against him. He shook his head at himself.

“Sorry. I wear a drawing in my suit, as a lucky charm of sorts. And I found out that… when the drawing was in the suit, the bullets didn’t penetrate it. When I took it out… well, you’ve seen the damage the gun made.”

“Yeah, thanks for that, by the way,” Tony uttered ironically, as if he had completely missed the point Steve was making. Steve wanted to roll his eyes, but he was getting too restless, feeling your own unease rising as you stood by his side.

“Hold on a second—a drawing made your suit more bullet-proof?” Clint asked the relevant question, being yet again the best ally Steve had ever since you two walked in.

“Yes,” Steve confirmed, taking a deep breath before supplying the crucial information. “Because it has a protective spell over it.”

Silence covered the room like a scratchy blanket, causing you to fidget, your hands working on ruining the fabric of your skirt – instinctively, Steve took your right hand to still the frantic movements of your fingers, clasping at your hand gently.

The simple gesture drew everyone’s gaze, breaking the silence and stillness.

“Did you hit your head yesterday?” Bruce asked swiftly, head snapping to Natasha not longer than two seconds later, his face puzzled. “Did he hit his head?”

“A spell?” Clint questioned, left eyebrow arched doubtfully. “What-“

“I put it there to help keep Steve safe,” you pipped up shyly, gaze flickering between the Avengers. “And I could do that, because… I’m a witch.”

The silence that followed was no less striking and motionless than the first one – except this time, all the gazes tailed to you, doubtful expressions plastered over everyone’s but Steve’s face; at least Natasha looked more pensive than anything, surely already piecing together all the information she had.

“Alright, I’m gonna be the one to ask,” Tony challenged crossing his arms on his chest, subtly pointing at you. “Are you high? Did you start baking edibles?”

The surge of anger rushing into Steve’s veins at the unnecessary and unfunny joke must have shown in his expression, because Tony turned to him.

“Is this a prank?”

Steve closed his eyes, mentally counting to three as he heard you draw in a sharp breath; no, he couldn’t burst out, that would help nothing. Still, he didn’t give you the chance to answer.

“No, Tony, neither of us is high or suffers a head trauma and we are not joking. You saw the footage–you brought me my old suit. I texted you to do it, because the drawing was there and Y/N insisted on me having the drawing on me. At that time I didn’t know why. But I do know now that I’d be dead if she didn’t.”

Guilt gnawed at his stomach when he saw how his choice of words brought a haunted expression to your face; running his thumb over the back of your hand, he pulled you back into the present, earning a shaky smile. Your gaze travelled over him quickly, intense, as if you were checking he was alright, body and soul intact.

Could you do that? Check if his soul was alright? Could you see auras or something? There was just so much Steve didn’t know about you and your abilities-

And he wasn’t the only one. His friends were watching at the two of you wordlessly, obsessively following every move, every minute shift of expression. They appeared to be in various stages of shock, disbelief and contemplation. For a moment, Steve wasn’t sure they were even breathing with how still they were, processing the revelation almost as if in trance. Not even the small pitiful sound you made when the tense silence stretched broke their reverie, which was all the worse for you.

Steve cleared his throat, pulling you closer to his side by a few inches, trying to offer you at least some comfort.

“I hope it goes without saying that this information does not leave this room. I’m telling you because I acted strange yesterday and you all saw at least part of it in the footage,” Steve stated, relieved that the sculptures the Avengers had become came back to life at his words. He glanced at you meaningfully now that he had their attention again. “And because Y/N agreed with telling you.”

“You only found out yesterday, too,” Natasha said, stating rather than asking.

“Yes.”

The thoughtful expressions turned to calculating ones, Tony’s gaze narrowing.

“You’re… a witch,” Clint repeated the word reluctantly as if testing the single syllable in his mouth.

“Yes,” you confirmed with the same hesitation and Steve wanted to punch the world for the fearful tone that crept into your voice. “It’s… it runs in the family.”

“Right. So… you’ve always been a witch.”

It was Bruce this time; and Steve’s heart jumped in his chest in alarm when he saw a shadow of green pain the side of his neck, the Hulk pushing through to join the conversation.

Quick as a lightning, Steve instinctively moved in front of you even if you seemed oblivious to the change in skin colour.

Either you trusted Steve to protect you, which you certainly could, because there was no way Hulk could do as much as a step in your direction without Steve jumping between the two of you, or you thought you might deserve an encounter with a giant green monster; the latter option was considerably less comforting and it made his throat feel tight.

“Yes,” you said simply from behind him, palm gently landing on Steve’s lower back.

If it was a request to have him stand down, Steve would be happy to ignore your wish for once. That was not happening, no fucking way. Not when the green shade still played on Bruce’s skin and not when Tony’s eyes snapped to your hand the second you touched Steve.

“I really think the Avengers should talk in private-“ the billionaire started off, causing anger to flare in Steve’s gut so intensely he could barely keep his voice even when he interrupted Tony.

“No way in hell, Tony. She stays if you want to talk some more.”

“Hell yes, I want to know more!” Tony snapped, jumping to his feet, this time making you actually recoil. Steve swallowed the growl that clawed its way up his chest, pissed both at Tony’s outburst and the loss of your touch. “You just walked in here and told us your girlfriend of eight months-“

“Nine months-“ you uttered silently, completely ignored.

“-is a witch! I think that discussing this further is kind of a non-brainer!” Tony finished, glaring at you accusingly.

Steve felt a visceral need to shield you even from that glare, but through the fog of anger – because why were they so mean about this, mean to you when they had liked you before – he had to admit Tony was right. Even if he hated it. He glanced at you over his shoulder, stepping back to be by your side again. You didn’t try to touch him this time and Steve only felt his irritation rise.

“That is a fair point, I suppose. But we’re not gonna talk about Y/N behind her back.”

“Maybe we should,” Bruce grumbled, exchanging a pointed look with Tony that spoke of understanding between the two scientists.

Steve didn’t catch on on the topic of the silent conversation but frankly he didn’t care.

“Like hell.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered meekly, causing everyone’s gaze to snap to you, including Steve’s.

It was strange; looking at you made him both calmer and yet much angrier, because it was obvious why you agreed and Steve would not have it. But he lowered his voice, mindful of not making you feel like his anger had anything to do with you.

“It’s really not, sweetheart.”

“It is. I get it,” you assured him. Steve felt the muscles on his jaw lock firmly, noting the shadow on your face; an echo the same expression you had had when you told him it was okay if he was in your home to neutralize you. You fixed a small smile now even, one Steve could never believe was a display of happiness. “Avengers assemble and all that. I can just wait in the next room or-“

“Jarvis can take you,” Tony butted in, smug satisfaction in his voice that had Steve’s hands clench into fists. “J, conference room 28.2, take her.”

Steve hated it. He hated it from the bottom of his heart, but he now understood that if he wanted to move forward, this was necessary. Taking a deep breath, he searched your eyes, your determination shining over the wordless apologies which just made his blood boil.

No apologies were needed. You should not be made feel like you had to apologize for who you were. Ever. Not to him, not to anyone.

Sidestepping you again, shielding you from most of the prying gazes and showing his back to his irritating friends, he reached out to your face, cradling it in his palms; your cheeks felt too hot to touch, but he kept his temper rising at that for later to deal with. You didn’t need that now.

You smiled at him shakily. “I’m s-“

He pecked your lips with a speed of light before the stupid words could come out of your mouth. He caressed your nose with his, breathing you in, dropping a brief kiss to your burning forehead.

“Give me a few minutes, angel.”

“Of course, love.” You added the petname in a barely audible voice, but it made the tension in his shoulders ease a little.

That was until he let go of you and watched you walk away, an almost undetectable wobble to your steps, your fingers already going crazy with their signature fumbling. Understandably; leaving was nerve-wrecking for you – and for him too.

“I don’t like this,” he declared just before the door slid shut behind you and then he was left with his teammates. Teammates that were really getting on his nerves at the moment.

“Neither do we. I kinda wanted to ask her if she uses some magic dust in her cupcakes, because honestly, they’re just… well, magical,” Clint hummed, his light-hearted attempt on easing the tension making the corner of Steve’s lips twitch, while Natasha raised her eyebrow and Tony with Bruce just looked at him as if he had gone mad.

“The word you’re looking for is addicting, Clint, and it’s the sugar,” Nat hummed with a smirk before her expression sobered. “I admit neither talking with her here or without her isn’t ideal, but there are things we should address.”

And just like that, Steve automatically turned defensive.

“Things like what? She’s a descendant of witches. Not that it matters, but according to her words, she’s not very powerful, she only possesses a fraction of the abilities her ancestors had and-“

“And you believe her?” Tony interrupted him, cackling harshly.

Steve’s anger lit up brighter than the fireworks on fourth July, tendons in his jaw twitching.

What kind of a question is that?!

“Of course I believe her! Why wouldn’t I?”

“Probably because she could be lying-“ Clint hummed, instantly cut off by Steve’s murderous glare. He raised his hands swiftly as if to show he meant to harm. “I’m not saying she IS! Just explaining what he meant.”

Steve rolled his eyes, turning back to Tony who seemed adamant about being not only an ass, but also difficult. “She’s not lying. She has no reason to lie to me and she wouldn’t lie to me.”

“Okay, I say that risking a death glare,” Natasha said slowly and Steve froze; he had hoped she would be the first to take his side since she saw you save his life in real time. “But I understand where the concern is coming from. She hid this from you for nine months and you live together for what, for four? That’s a lot of time.”

“BAM! Thank you!”

Steve grinded his teeth, ignoring Tony’s display of childishness; it took a lot of self-control on his part not to respond in a similarly silly manner.

Because this whole thing was silly. Absurd even. What, were they trying to convince him you were some kind of a mole? A spy-witch sent to seduce him? Please. Had they not met you? You had no mean bone in your body. You were sweet, funny, occasionally very dirty-minded but otherworldly good.

Yes, he’d prefer you hadn’t lied to him but he could see your side of things which was something the rest of the Avengers seemed uncapable of now. But he’d make them see.

“Yes, it is a rather long time. But honestly, can you blame her? Given who we are and what we do?” he asked, not expecting and answer. “Not to mention how people treat someone different in general. How do you think her past relationships went? We didn’t even get to talk about that yet, but how much do you want to bet that there were people who found out and walked away because of it? Wanted to hurt her for it?”

His voice cracked at the word which he hated, but not more than the reason why it did. Hurt. For a few moments, you had thought he would hurt you upon learning the truth about you. He barely fought off the shudder at the memory of you telling him it would be okay.

“I hear you. I do. We all saw and lived through trauma first-hand. And I see why she’d be scared to be viewed as a threat. I’m just saying… it’s not just a long time, Steve, it’s s a lot of deceit to hie something like that. It takes skill,” Natasha noted, the unspoken I would know hanging in the air.

Steve gulped at the flicker of vulnerability – but he was grateful at least she attempted to understand. Grateful but not surprised; Natasha had more compassion for others than people gave her credit for; more than she herself did.

“I know that, but she probably had to hide her whole life. How much have any of us done in order to protect ourselves? That’s all that is – protection,” Steve emphasized. “She was lucky no one reported her to the authorities when she told them or they found out on their own.”

“Maybe they wanted to and are now in a ditch somewhere.”

Steve’s irritation spiked as he snapped his head to Tony, voice like razors.

“You’d better be joking, Tony.”

“Ok, fine, probably not. Whatever. She could have just wiped their memory or something. Messing with their mind is less messy, but that’s my point. How do you know she’s not whammied you? How do we know it’s you and not some kind of a spell talking?”

And suddenly, it became perfectly clear why they wanted to separate the two of you, why they had sent you away. The edges of Steve’s vision turned red.

“Is that why you wanted me here alone?! To find out if I’m not under some kind of spell? I’m not! She wouldn’t do that for God’s sake!”

“Oh, right. She wouldn’t do that,” Tony mimicked mockingly. “Because you know her so well. Dammit Rogers!”

“Yes! Yes, I actually do!”

Tony’s face twisted from sceptical to downright incredulous.

“You didn’t know she was a witch until yesterday!” he cried out in indignation, throwing his hands in the air, causing Steve’s nails dig into his palms because alright, Tony had a point in that, but he just didn’t understand how many things about you that truly mattered Steve knew. “So excuse me if I’m little sceptical. This… all this, can be her game. To bewitch you to infiltrate us.”

“Now you’re just being paranoid-“

“Well someone has to when our fearsome fearless leader is high on the love-juice!” Tony snapped, chest heaving – as did Steve’s.

And all of sudden, Steve was hyperaware of the remaining trio watching the two of them. He willed himself to close his eyes, taking a slow calming breath and running a hand down his face. Shouting wouldn’t get them anywhere, but he was honestly getting tired of the any kind of verbal communication since it clearly wasn’t working.

“I understand what you mean, but she’s not like that. And I know what I feel. I’m not-“

“How can you know what you feel?” Tony jumped in again, much to Steve’s irritation. “Hell, you supposedly fell in love with her coming to the café. For all we know she could have slipped some kind of freaky love potion into your drink! Or… or sprinkle your muffins with some-- spell drug! You could be under her voodoo for months. You literally just told us that having her drawing on you protected you. So maybe you have something else on you that’s making you crazy for her!”

Oh for-

“It was my drawing, she just… put a spell on it.” And on me, just not the way you think. “And I can assure you I loved her just as much when I was wearing nothing at all.”

“Ew! TMI! Jesus. So TMI. See?” Tony called out, gesturing to Steve wildly as he spared the others a pointed look. “Cap would never say that!”

Natasha crossed her arms on her chest, shrugging lightly as a hint of a smirk played in the corner of her lips.

“I don’t know, you should hear him swearing during mission when the comms are off--- Oh, and he’s blushing now.”

“I am not,” Steve protested in an instant despite feeling his face growing hot.

Clint made a small doubtful sound. “Yeeeeeah, you kinda are.”

Steve’s face was set aflame completely and he cleared his throat, trying not to stray to the thought of you doing things to his heart and mind that made him no doubt blush just as much.

“Whatever, we’re getting side-tracked here,” Tony brought them back to reality. “She touches you all the damn time. You could be under her spell right now.”

For Merlin’s sake-

“You base your theories on the fact that she touches her boyfriend of nine months?” Steve questioned, not bothering to mask his wry tone. “Now excuse me if I’m a little sceptical. I’m not under some spell.”

“How would you know?!”

1, 2, 3, 4… 10. Nope, still not calmer.

Steve couldn’t believe this. And to think he had assumed his teammates would be cross-examining you at this point, asking all possible details about your powers that he himself didn’t know yet… How much can a man be wrong?

“I—ugh. We’re running in circles here, Tony. So you know what? Yes. I am under her spell. She is pretty charming after all,” Steve exclaimed, his voice unwittingly softening when he spoke of your qualities.

“Look at that little sass bag. He has jokes now. Hilarious, Rogers. Fucking hilarious!”

“It’s because you’re being absurd now.”

“I’m not!”

“Yes you are!” Steve cried out.

It was so frustrating to know he was right but no one saw it, no one was hearing what he was saying!

It was like fighting with all those people who denied various things that clearly existed, like with that guy in the café the other day. That asshole was firmly convinced that holocaust didn’t happen and was trying to explain it to Steve – to an actual living World War II. veteran.

Apparently, some people couldn’t be reasoned with, not even with solid proves it seemed-

“Oh my god, that’s it, isn’t it?” Steve blurted out, astonished as the revelation dawned to him.

“What?” Tony scoffed, unimpressed.

“You cannot prove if I’m right or wrong. There’s no way to get an objective tangible prove and it’s driving you crazy.”

“Please. That’s absurd.”

Despite his words, Tony’s face spoke the exact opposite and Steve couldn’t help the pride puffing in his chest as he hit the nail on the head. It seemed you could take a scientist out of a lab, but you couldn’t…

“I dunno, he’s onto something,” Clint hummed, sounding slightly amused and Steve eyed him, satisfaction warm in his gut when as he felt the victory. Not only getting to the root of the problem – but also solidifying Clint’s position on his – and yours – side.

“So you’re on his side now, Barton?” Tony bit out.

“Oh for God’s sake, are we in a kindergarten?” Natasha interjected, heat of emotion and coldness of rationality at once. “No one’s picking sides, we’re trying to talk like adults and failing. Spectacularly.”

To be frank, Steve felt a pang of guilt at how childishly happy and self-satisfied he was to get Clint on his team. Bless Natasha to be the person with some sense in the room.

He stuck his chin out, forcing his shoulders to slightly relaxed instead of squaring them as he would like to.

“Tony, look. Honestly… I hear what you’re saying, I do. But you’ll just have to trust me on this,” he offered in a conciliatory manner, earning a humourless scoff from the billionaire.

“How?”

“Because I love her and it’s not because she put some kind of a spell on me or slipped me a love potion,” Steve shrugged, a smile creping on his face. “And yes, I can’t prove it, but like it or not, feelings aren’t an exact science, not everything can be objectively proved-“

“Actually,” Bruce spoke up for the first time in a while and despite the annoyance at being interrupted, Steve found himself grateful his friend was free of any green colour on his skin at last, “-if we’re talk about love, there are specific chemical reactions. Hormones, pheromones and physical signs-“

Steve once thought he was the voice of reason, working with facts, but under Merlin’s eye Bruce and Tony could put him to utter shame.

“Oh come on, Bruce! Be as it might, you cannot reduce love to science only. It’s more than that. And if she had put a spell on me, all this science would probably be useless against it anyway,” Steve tried to reason, using their own logic against them.

Bruce had nothing to say after that.

“Deal with it. There’s likely to be no other prove. I trust science, but I believe in my instincts too. And I trust her.”

I trust her. I love her. Can’t you see how profoundly good she is? Can’t you see how absurd and ridiculously long this conversation is?

Judging by Tony’s scoff, no, they couldn’t.

“I don’t like this,” he muttered, swiftly waving above the glass table Steve had believed was only glass until it lit up with various controls, a flat holographic projection floating and filling the space between Steve’s and Tony’s chests.

Steve felt his blood pressure skyrocket, his vision blacking out for a second when the image cleared enough to reveal a pacing woman, her fingers fumbling frantically.

“Are you serious right now?!” Steve exploded, pulse loud in his ears. “Get it the fuck out of my face right now-“

“I mean look at her,” Tony said with a frown, ignoring Steve’s outburst. “She keeps doing that thing with her fingers. For all we know, she’s doing some alohomora right now.”

“For god’s sake, Tony! That’s her nervous tick! You’ve seen it before!”

“Well, I didn’t have all the information then, did I?!”

“That doesn’t matter! She’s still the same person you met!” Steve cried out, out of breath and out of his mind because there was a live feed of you walking like a tiger – no, a scared kitten – trapped in a figurative cage where they had no reason to be and it was driving him insane with rage and sorrow for you.

Was this how you were made feel for the most of your life? Steve hated this, he fucking hated this so intensely it made him sick to his stomach, a ghost of a hand digging its fingers into the flesh of his heart and yet it had to be nothing compared to what nightmares must have haunted you; about being examined like some kind of a rare species, held prisoner in the name of greater good.

This could be how people made you feel in the past and now his friends were doing exactly that; he wanted to throw up. He wanted to punch something.

“Could you please turn this off? She’s not in a holding cell.”

“Technically, I had the door locked, so-“

The next thing Steve remembered was a crimson edge flickering in his vision and his fist being faster than his brain; followed by the hologram fuzzing as his knuckles broke through it, meeting Tony’s nose with the precision of an enhanced and fuming supersoldier.

And fuck, did it feel good.

Before he could chase that feeling and pounce on the billionaire who now had the same crimson Steve had seen pouring between his fingers, a considerably smaller hand landed on his chest, a pressure not big enough to hold him back – but to make him think twice.

Steve blinked, momentarily wavering as he followed the line of the hand on him, gaze flickering to Natasha’s face, his vision clearing. She wasn’t looking at him however, trying to see Tony through the outraging picture still between them.

“Stark, come on, there’s no need for this. No need for violence either,” she said glancing at Steve meaningfully, making the tinniest hint of shame bloom is his ribcage, before turning back to Tony. “And Rogers does have a point in this. Sometimes a horse is just a horse. She does that when she’s nervous. Some people babble, some people shut down, some bite their nails. She fumbles with her hands. And yes, Steve and her are tactile. Some couples just are. What’s wrong with that?”

Steve would thank her is he wasn’t too busy glaring at Tony, trying to wave the hologram away himself with no avail, causing him to snarl. Tony stared Natasha down as she seemed to be taking Steve’s side, pouting.

He could pout all he wanted to, but this discussion was over. This absurd live feed and you being locked up – for God’s sake!! – ended right now.

“Unlock the door or I swear I’ll break it. Can you blame her for keeping her nature a secret? You’re proving her point perfectly. You learned she’s a witch, what, twenty minutes ago, and you already locked her up? She’s not a criminal,” Steve implored, scoffing angrily when Tony merely raised one eyebrow as if challenging his statement. But Steve could take a challenge; and the door in the Tower conference room posed none to him. “Fine. Have it your way then.”

Turning on his heels, he barely made two large steps when Tony’s words made him halt in his stride.

“You’re right,” he said quietly, irritation lacing his voice and Steve froze. Well, that’s a first. “Jesus, yeah. I don’t like that we cannot prove anything. I need some hard facts here, Rogers.”

Taking a deep breath, Steve reminded himself that this was an olive branch. Even if the floating video of you would still be there when he’d turned back to his friends, he couldn’t punch anyone… again. He gulped, facing Tony once more, determined.

“Well, here’s a fact. You all met her and as far as I know, you liked her. Where is the problem? Were you all wrong too? Are you under her spell?”

Tony’s eyes looked at something behind Steve’s head, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Wow. Thanks for another thing to keep me awake at night. If we are, clearly, it’s not working on me.”

No shit.

“Yeah, I can tell,” Steve noted dryly, mind racing in the last attempt to make them – Tony – understand. “Look… sometimes we have to accept that there isn’t any tangible prove. How do you know you and Pepper love each other?”

“It’s obvious.”

Steve’s eyebrows jumped at Tony’s quick reply, exactly the one Steve wanted to hear.

“Because a that’s very scientific explanation,” he hummed with, one corner of his lips rising in a smirk, much to Tony’s obvious irritation.

“Bite me, Einstein!”

Steve bit the inside of his cheek, reminding himself he couldn’t stoop to Tony’s childish level if he wanted to have the upper hand… not completely.

“All I’m saying is… there are people who claim that Pepper was deceiving you from the start to make you give her Stark Industries.”

“That’s absurd,” Tony spat back without a second of hesitation, earning a pointed look from both Steve and Natasha.

“Absurd sounds familiar,” the redhead noted knowingly. Tony’s head snapped in her direction, glaring in betrayal. Steve made a mental note to buy Natasha and Clint some vacation.

“You could twist virtually anything around,” Steve added, calmer. “Why do you protect Pepper at any given chance? Because you love her? That could be just you, deceiving her, so she thinks you love her--- hold on now, hear me out. I’m being absurd, yes, I know that. But that’s exactly the point. Sometimes you just have to have faith in people. And I have faith that she’d never do that to me. And that my feelings are my own.”

“He’s not wrong, Tony. Yes, I might be watching her a little more closely now, but if there was some foul play, we would have spotted it – but I saw the opposite. That woman there?” Natasha said softly, pointing to the still present hologram of you. “She loves Steve. And he’s head over heels for her.”

Steve didn’t bother denying that, despite Tony’s lips twitching at the idea. Har har. He was in love and wanted to marry you one day… soon. Sure, it was hysterical., laugh it up

Fortunately, Nat continued to make her point.

“She just… happens to be a witch. And well, he’s a supersoldier born over a hundred years ago. So what. Boy meets girl, they fall in love. Maybe it’s that simple. She deserves the benefit of the doubt – she saved Steve’s life and she’s done nothing to harm any of us,” she paused, as if in thought; her eyes twinkled with a little mischief. “Except for being a really good baker, it’s pretty hard to keep in shape with her making delicious pastries.”

Clint nodded solemnly, patting his belly gently in agreement; if not with everything, then with the last statement for sure.

Tony sighed, half-annoyed at the archer, half-defeated.

“I don’t like this…” he repeated for a good measure, eyeing Bruce, who had been a passive observer of the discussion for the last few minutes. “But it looks we’ve been overruled.”

Merlin bless, the billionaire made a lazy waving gesture, causing the image of you pacing in the conference room disappear at last.

Steve let out a shuddering breath, shoulders relaxing, the echo of ache in his ribcage subduing.

“Thank you,” he said to Tony, nothing but honesty in his voice. And he wasn’t thanking just for the video going away – he was insanely relieved that he was allowed to plead your case and his plea was finally heard out. “Please tell me you can be civil-“

“Don’t push it, Cap.”

“Tony… please?”

He could deal with the billionaire spitting around frustrated remarks and jabbing him about almost anything, you included even if he’d hated it – but not you. You must not be put in the position to deal with a cranky bossy scientist acting like he got denied a high-tech toy. Because you were important – you were the most important person to him. And he would not let his friends drive you away from him; the mere idea of you abandoning him for that – or whichever reason – caused his heart to clench painfully in brief panic.

“Ugh, fine,” Tony whined, truly reminding Steve of a child without his favourite plaything. Steve stiffened an eyeroll – Tony didn’t bother and turned his eyes to heavens. “Gee, the righteous glare of yours… But I will interrogate her on how it works-“

“As far as you ask and she’s willing to tell you,” Steve agreed, emphasis on asking and your willingness in the act clear.

Tony just gifted Steve with another annoyed glare, subtly throwing his hands in the air.

“Oh for God’s--- could you stop being so annoyingly virtuous and chivalrous for five damn minutes? Jarvis, tell her to come in or… whatever.”

“I’ll go,” Steve opposed him, the idea of you coming back to the lion’s den making his stomach twist anxiously, his feet itching to run to you instead. “Please, give us some privacy?”

“Whatever.”

Clint snickered as Steve made his way out, his voice but a background noise as he marched out.

“You sure, Stark? I think Cap plans to be not so virtuous in the conference room. You better get the cleaning crew ready.”

Steve would roll his eyes; but frankly, he was rather relieved. Because jokes were good. Jokes were a promise of the things returning to normal.

That was, as normal as ‘things’ within a bunch of superheroes of whom one dated a witch could be.

The moment Steve walked into the conference room, you froze in your steps, head snapping to him; the fumble of your fingers ceased as did all your movement. You stood there like a statue, slightly hunched, painfully tense, your eyes studying Steve carefully as if you could read every second of the meeting you had missed from his face.

And maybe you could – because your eyebrows drew together, corns of your lips turning down, throat working as you gulped. Steve’s heart ached at the image of your misery, at your features twisting with guilt. There was nothing to feel guilty about; he understood your reasons for keeping your powers secret from him and hopefully, he had explained enough for the others to understand as well.

“You look tired,” you whispered, voice laced with concern and apology. “They didn’t take it well.”

“That’s not t-“ Steve stared off automatically, earning a doubtful glare from you. He huffed. “They’re just looking out for me.”

And some of them are idiots.

You nodded to yourself, a brief pained smile passing your lips as your fingers curled into a loose fist and uncurled again, arms moving to wrap your chest protectively. The physical need to replace them with his own hit Steve like a truck and he was walking towards you before the words he knew were coming even left your lips.

“I’m sorry.”

“No. None of that.”

Your gaze rose to meet his, fear melting into resignation as you opened your mouth in a half-hearted protest.

“But-“

“Angel… I love you,” Steve said gently, yet firm as he finally reached you, hands grasping your shoulders, wordlessly asking for permission to embrace you. Your arms fell to your sides limply, letting him pull you in; a soft sigh tickled his skin as you melted into his frame, drawing one of his own, your heart thundering against ribcage. “You love me.”

You chuckled as he stated it before you could, arms tentatively wrapping around his torso. “Yeah, I do.”

“And that’s all that matters here. They’ll just have to bite the bullet.”

You squeezed him on instinct.

“Sorry, bad choice of words.”

“It’s okay,” you whispered as you hid your face in his shirt, his carnal need to protect you humming in satisfaction. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and he couldn’t but smile when you tucked yourself into the hug further at the affection.

“I think it’s safe to say that Natasha and Clint are on our side,” he announced, earning a vague hum. He said ‘our’ and not just ‘your’ on purpose; because you were in this together. “Tony is... less convinced. Bruce is, well, I’m not sure, actually. They all need to process.”

Your fingers fisted the back of his shirt, your form stiffening.

“I hate I’m making the team pick sides.”

“You’re not making them to do anything,” Steve protested, meaning every word. Yes, he hated the situation, but while you were the cause, you were not at fault. The opinions of his friends were their own doing. And he’d stand a human shield with a vibranium one in his hand between you and them should it be necessary. “And I told you – if they have a problem, they take it to me. This isn’t some kind of a trial. You’re not a criminal and they aren’t the judge nor the jury.”

“Well, I really hope they’re not the executioners either, I’d hate to get burned at a stake,” you joked lightly.

It was Steve’s turn to squeeze you so tight it probably hurt. Horror-like imagery related to witch trials flooded his brain, your face twisted in agony he never witnessed flickering behind his eyelids and making him shudder. Jesus.

“Sorry, that was really dark--- I meant like, figuratively-“

“Yeah, it was pretty dark,” Steve repeated mechanically, trying to shake off the image that stubbornly took hold of his mind. Figuratively, you meant it as a figure of speech – the most dreadful play of words known to man. “That’s never gonna happen.”

“I’m sorry,” you muttered again and Steve sighed. “I just--- you need your team by your side, you need to trust each other. I must not be the reason for the opposite.”

Steve shook his head and kissed your scalp tenderly, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

“You’re not. We’re good. We’ll be fine. Promise.”

“Uh-huh.”

You held him a little closer as he ran a soothing hand down your back, your fingers grasping at the fabric of his shirt in return, signalling you were not entirely convinced, fighting a battle inside you whose extent he wasn’t sure he understood; but he was determined to get at the bottom of it for both your sakes. He wanted no secrets from now on – and he’d actively work on reaching that goal.

His hands slid under your thighs, lifting you with ease and a muffled yelp on your part. He kicked away one of the chairs blindly, sitting down and positioning you sideways on his lap. Did he enjoy how you were clinging to his shoulders for balance as a bonus? Yes, he did.

Brushing a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, his index finger traced the line of your jaw, a minute pressure guiding your face to meet his gaze.

“What is it? Tell me and I’ll try to make it better,” he promised, your shy gaze softening upon his words, your palm sprawling over his chest, just above his heart.

You smiled fleetingly before you sighed; Steve hated the silence stretching, but if he wanted you to talk, he had to give you the chance to gather your thoughts.

He could never predict the turn this conversation would take.

“My dad… I told you he got shot on duty.”

Your dad. Another piece of puzzle he had learned before – another reason why you worried about Steve so much. It was funny really; choosing a man who could, while partly protected by a supersoldier serum and trained by the best fighters in the world, end up just as tragically as your late father. Occupational hazard in law enforcement.

Why you talked about it now, however, that was a mystery to Steve. Unless…

“He… didn’t?”

“He did,” you reassured him quickly, eyes snapping to his briefly. It made him weirdly grateful; you hadn’t lied. But he sensed a but coming.

“I mean, I don’t remember it, I was barely three at the time. But my mum… she was less careful with her magic back then. There were whispers about her in the city. Word is that even at the police department, things got a little weird… when a gang shooting took place, maybe my dad’s camaraderie with his colleagues wasn’t as strong as before. Maybe he was too alone, with no one having his back. And with mum being pregnant again… her magic was acting out too much. She couldn’t protect him. We left the city shortly after the funeral.”

Tears glistened in your eyes as you explained, causing Steve’s chest to tighten.

Fear, fear, fear. You carried such a heavy burden of your past, a screaming warning to keep your powers a secret before a terrible punishment would find you for revealing your true self.

A lump grew in Steve’s throat; as did his determination. He cradled your face with his free hand, his left arm holding you to him securely.

“I’m sorry, angel. But my friends will have my back as always. You’re not tearing us apart, I swear,” he declared and meant it. The storm was already gone; it would only take some time to repair the little damage it had made. “I like to think that a team that consists of a supersoldier, a god, two former assassins, a man who turns himself into a green giant and one annoying but really smart tech expert can have a little more understanding than your dad’s crew. I’m sorry about what happened.”

A real smile, however small, curled up your lips, damp with the tears which rolled down your cheeks. By Lord, you were beautiful.

“Thank you.”

Always, always, always, Steve wanted to say; but he kissed the salt off of your lips instead, thumb brushing your cheek, causing your smile to widen a fraction.

“You want to go back home?”

“Don’t I have to like… meet them all again? Be properly introduced as a witch or something?” you questioned with a frown, the light that appeared in your eyes at Steve’s suggestion poorly hidden.

“No. It’s up to you. Though I think it would be for the best to let them process for a few.”

“Okay, Steve,” you whispered with a sigh, covering his hand on your cheek with your own, causing him mirror your smile. “I guess I’d like to get a few cuddles in before I stop by at the bakery to get things ready for tomorrow.”

“I think that can be arranged.” Happily.

Despite your words, neither of you made an attempt to rise to your feet.

Instead, you simply sat there, a pair of lovers having overcome an obstacle which must have haunted you in your worst nightmares; and now, you kept watching him, gazing at him in silent wonder, a look Steve gladly reciprocated for it warmed his bones, his flesh and his soul alike.

But there was something ungraspable in the air, an emotion he had trouble to read--- he almost opens his mouth to ask just as you finally made him understand.

Hastily and yet gently, you framed his face with your palms and kissed him on the lips, tender, sweet and reverent, a love declaration without words; a worship you yourself were worthy of. Steve’s lips parted on instinct, welcoming you, fingers finding your hair to tangle in, pulling you closer and closer, appetite growing with every second of tasting you on his tongue.

Unhurriedly, each of you demanded more, lips barely drawing apart when he helped you balance yourself on his lap and straddle him. He let his hands roam as you did, indulging in the intimate dance of lovers – push and pull, touch, taste, scent – that had no place where you were currently located.

The realization made Steve withdraw from the heaven the mere touch of lips promised to bring him.

“Home?” he asked breathlessly, meeting your lips again, half-heartedly trying to stiffen his growing desire. Your skin felt so delightfully warm under his hands, breaths short and quick, touch eager… he grabbed your hips, lips moving to the side your neck, dragging his nose along the length of your throat, breathing you in and causing you to whimper in protest despite nodding.

“Yeah.”

“Good girl,” slipped from his lips before he could think twice, shocked at how good it felt to say it; and by what a beautiful shudder it elicited from you. Later. He’d address that later. “I’d hate to prove Clint right by defiling this conference room.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t ask…” Steve chuckled, retreating with a grin.

Your eyes went wide, surprise painting your face.

“Oh! Well… some other time then.”

This time, Steve couldn’t but burst out laughing; barely covering for the intense bite of hunger at his gut at your suggestion. God, he loved you to bits.

“You’re a minx, sweetheart. Other time it is,” he promised, stealing one last kiss before he pulled you to his feet – to bring you to the apartment you had turned into a loving, loving home, where he’d finish what you started here.

He’d take you home, make love on you, and make sure to get every ounce of fear and worry disappear from your head.

And in the process, he might get rid of his own.

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lesbolieeh · 3 years

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Calling them Mommy in public (m)

Dom!Mamamoo ✦ Sub!Fem!Reader

WARNING—suggestive content ✦ relationship au ✦ titles/ pet names ✦ tiny part with degradation ✦ mentions of multiple kinks and sexual acts

NOW PLAYING—The Pleasure Principle ✦ Janet Jackson

[A/N.] this is the first dom!idol thing i've ever written but it's bc i was comfortable writing this abt mmm (and maybe other women too in the future). idk if i would consider myself a switch since i’ve only dommed b4… but my biggest kink is women in power and so the idea of another women being i power doesn’t sound so bad— kwon eunbi and megan thee stallion can do anything to me and i’m ok w/ that.

i’m sry if this is shit but, again, this is the first time i’ve ever written anything dom!idol x sub!reader hehe😅

M.LISTS—f.idols ✦ latest updates ✦ read on wp

김용선 (𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑟)

Damn, I picked the wrong GIF for this reaction but Yongsun just looks so damn badass, powerful in this performance— She is the leader of her group and she tends to take that role in her friend groups so she has been called mommy by others in the past — which she’d never had a huge reaction to before. However, hearing you call her that will make her feel flustered, especially if you do it in public. She just wouldn’t know how to react so she’d just giggle at the situation and try to escape it, blushing.

"Hope it tastes well, Mommy.”

She choked on her food, “Wh— What? Haha.”

She giggled with a hand in front of her mouth both to hide her chewing and part of her blush.

Afterwards, she’d think about how you called her by that title in public as if it were nothing and she’d come up with so many ways she could’ve reacted, regretting everything. But she’s optimistic so she’d just show you how much she enjoyed it by expressing her contentment through words on the ride home or by expressing how turned on she got once you’re at home. Anyway, she’s make sure you knew she appreciated it and she’d tell you to call her that in the future — doesn’t matter how many times it’s happened, she’ll always blush a bit<3

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문별이 (𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑏𝑦𝑢𝑙)

I can’t decide between whether she’d become really embarrassed and walk away (lol) or if she’d smirk and flirt with you. Anyway, Byulyi doesn't care for titles and thinks they aren't necessary and rather can be bad as they can put people into certain boxes or categories. Don't get her wrong, she doesn't mind being called Mommy at all, it's just that she prefers not having any title. When it comes to you calling her Mommy in public, she'd 1. be so embarrassed and walk away with a blush on her face because she's shy about that stuff 2. act all dom and confident (but still prefers not having titles in bed)

Ver. 1:

"Damn, Mama."

Her face turned beet red so she hid it in her arms, wondering how you can be so bashful sometimes.

Ver. 2:

“Thanks Mommy.”

“You’re welcome, Princess,” she giggled, wrapping her arm around your waist, holding her chin up high, feeling herself.

Call her that when you’re alone, and only occasionally because she prefers hearing you say her name more than a title. Don’t call her the d-word. Fans have called her ‘oppa’ in the past and she’s said that although she doesn’t conform to gender stereotypes she is a woman and doesn’t like being called a man. In conclusion, don’t call her d-word ever, and if you want to call her Mommy, don’t use it all the time since it can make her feel uncomfortable (feeling like she has to play a role, not be herself). She is either really OK with you calling her Mommy in front of others because it makes her confident to show others her dominance OR she gets really embarrassed and wants to leave the face of Earth. Anyway, don’t overuse the title/ pet name!

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정휘인 (𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏)

Cocky as fuck. You already call her Mommy in bed but if you did it in public, all shameless, she'd be feeling herself, maybe go as far as calling herself Mommy in third person. And she’d do it in an condescending way, like with a tone you’d use for someone below you, patting your head like you’d do to a puppy, calling you her slut when she whispers in your ear.

“I forgot my wallet, can you buy me this? Please, Momma?” you tried to convince her.

"Hmm… Momma wants a hug first, Babygirl," she pouted at you and held her arms out, smiling brightly at you when you hugged her.

“Good slut,” she whispered so only you could hear, then proceeded to place an innocent kiss under your ear.

Call her more kinky shit outside of home more often! You bet your ass she’ll fuck you so well when you get home, worshipping your body and making you cum over and over until you can’t take it anymore.

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안혜진 (ℎ𝑤𝑎 𝑠𝑎)

She would smirk and wink and the whole deal. In fact, I think she’d be comfortable enough to whisper dirty shit in your ear. Telling you she loves hearing you call her that, and that you shouldn’t address her as anything else, or it could go the other way and she’d tell you she’d punish you if you continued acting naughty.

Ver. 1:

“Okay, Mami.”

She smirked, leaning closer to you, “Don’t call me anything else, alright, Baby?”

Ver. 2:

"Damn, Mami, you look so good.”

"Behave unless you want to be punished," she raised a brow at you.

Shit, maybe she’d make you call her Mami everywhere (with exceptions, of course). And she’d both act all wholesome and cute, buying you gifts when you call her Mami in public or sexual, introducing public play (assuming you hadn’t done that together before) like using remote-controlled vibrators when you’re shopping at a mall.

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❝ You might say, that I'm no good

I wouldn't trust your looks, baby, if I could

I got so many, things I wanna do, before I'm through ❞

—janet damita jo jackson; 1987

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myherowritings · 3 years

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PART 2. LOVE IS FAKE, MARRY A WEALTHY SUITOR

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.5k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. thank u guys for all the positive feedback on this series so far and i really hope u enjoy this chapter too ! ^-^ xx sof

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It seemed your subtle pleas to the gods to see the mysterious businessman again had been answered, since only the day after Shouto gave you a $100 tip, you saw him at the cafe.

You looked to the skies with a hint of suspicion. This seemed too easy— You were expecting at least a few weeks of your heart pining as you wondered where-oh-where your dreamy customer could have gone. But instead, after a mere 24 hours later, you saw him enter the store in a pair of pressed trousers and a light blue, button up shirt that was rolled just below his elbows.

Blinking, you drew your attention away from his exposed forearms. You knew he was attractive from your first encounter, but was he always this hot?

Sadly, you couldn’t focus too much on that since he had to get behind the line and obstruct himself from your view, and you had to take the order of the next customer.

“Hi! I can take the next person in line.” You smiled. “Good morning! What can I get started for you today?”

After repeating that five or so more times and starting a few drinks on hot bar, you finally reached Shouto’s place and, thankfully, there didn’t seem to be too many patrons piling behind him.

“Good morning, Shouto!” you greeted when he stepped forward to the counter. “How are you this morning?”

“Better now that I saw you.”

Your smile faltered as your cheeks heated up, but you tried to brush it off with a laugh. While Shouto had the definite looks of a so-called businessman playboy, his words held none of the flirtatious intonation as one might expect. In fact, he sounded like he genuinely meant it— Like he was only stating a simple fact and had no reason to be shameful.

It felt both like an attack on your heart and like a refreshing glass of water at the same time.

“How about you?” he continued.

“I could say the same thing,” you said with a chuckle, but you found yourself meaning everything you told him. Though you didn’t expect to see him again at the cafe so soon, you couldn’t deny the instant he walked through the doors, your morning felt just a little bit brighter. “Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon, but this is a pleasant surprise.”

Shouto had the decency to look a little bashful as he averted his gaze slightly. “Yeah. I…really liked the...cheese danishes.”

Surprised, a small giggle left your lips. “Don’t tell me you finished all three dozen of them!”

“Well…” He looked even more sheepish. “I didn’t exactly… I guess you could say that.”

“I’m glad you liked them so much you came back for more,” you teased, looking down at the pastries from the oven you just stocked. “Sadly, our fresh pastry today is a chocolate croissant. I can tell my manager to have cheese danishes made again soon though!”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll try the chocolate croissants today then. Maybe five dozen this time.”

Five multiplied by twelve… A whole 60 chocolate croissants? Were they all for him? You shrugged, not one to judge. If someone wanted to eat 60 croissants, so be it. Though you did hope he wouldn’t eat it all in one sitting. That might give him a stomachache.

“Alrighty, five dozen chocolate croissants,” you repeated as you typed it into the register. “And would you like any beverages with that? Another flat white maybe?”

“Actually, I’ll have a large macchiato with two extra shots of espresso this time.”

You nodded with a hum. “Long day ahead?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I hope the coffee and croissants can carry you through, Shouto!” you said, wishing his day would go by smoothly. “Will that be all for you today?”

“Thank you, Y/N. I hope so too. And yes, that’s it.”

“Great. $73.24 is your total then! Will you be paying in card again?”

He nodded.

“Go ahead and scan and sign when you’re ready.”

You busied yourself by writing his name and order on a large cup and starting the espresso pulls. Your manager was helping get the pastries and other orders ready this morning, so it was nowhere near as hectic as yesterday.

“Your order will be to your right. It was nice seeing you again, Shouto.” You smiled, giving him a small wave and already wishing you could hold the line up to talk to him longer. “See you tomorrow morning?” you asked almost hesitantly.

He returned your smile with upturned lips of his own. “Yeah. Tomorrow.” Before he left the counter, he pulled out another $100 bill—did he go to a dry cleaners to have his cash steamed and ironed? It was almost ridiculously crisp—and handed it to you. “A tip to show my appreciation for your service.”

“A-Again?” you stammered, eyes wide. That was $200 in two days from just his tip alone. That was more than you made in two weeks when you worked part-time! “Are you sure?”

Whether he had money to spare or not, this was incredibly generous of him and you would never have expected this amount from anyone. And it wasn’t like Shouto made it a scene for everyone in the shop to look at and gawk; he was subtle yet unashamed. Like he wanted to do it for no other reason than to do it.

“Of course. You deserve it for your work, Y/N.”

The customer behind him made an impatient noise and you winced. You wanted to be able to thank him more, but all you had time for was a simple, “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

Shouto nodded in response before walking to the other side of the cafe to wait for his order while you managed the other customers in line, a fuzzy but warm feeling lingering in your stomach from your bizarre interaction. Money or not, you enjoyed seeing him in the mornings and were already looking forward to your brief conversations that would take place the next days to come.

He certainly gave you something to look forward to amidst the inconsiderate customers who barely saw you as human every morning. Sometimes, that was all you could ask for.

When Shouto left the store and the line had died down towards the end of rush hour, your manager approached you with a curious look on her face.

“That guy named Shouto…?” Miyazaki said.

You nodded.

“A friend of yours?”

“You could say that… We just met yesterday’s morning shift,” you said as you finished up the green tea latte for one of the remaining stragglers from the last hour’s boom. “But he’s really friendly I think.”

“You only recently became associated?” she asked, lifting a brow. “It seemed like you two were quite chummy today.” Then, nudged your side. “He was rather attractive don’t you think? And rich-looking.”

Fumbling with the lid on the beverage, you stifled a surprised cough. Sure, you got along with your boss and thought she was one of the more understanding and kind individuals you have worked under, but gossiping about the looks and potential income of a customer with your 56-year-old manager was not on your bingo sheet as a worker here.

“I…” You called out the order for the latte before turning back to your manager. “He is.”

“Ooh, he’s rich?”

“I meant he’s attractive!” you sputtered, feeling abashed at her blunt words. You thought of the tip he gave you in your pocket and his orders of dozens of pastries. “Rich…maybe so. Not that it matters!”

Miyazaki tsked. “Of course it matters! Marry rich and your life will be easier. That’s what my mother told me and what her mother told her.” She shook her head. “Should’ve listened.”

You laughed, feeling only a little awkward. It wasn’t the first time you heard that sentiment from someone older than you. It wasn’t uncommon for family members or even workers you were close to to share that same advice—if you could even call it that.

While you agreed money could make a lot of things easier, marrying someone for wealth didn’t appeal to you. But you recognized that even that may come from a place of privilege to be able to say.

“He seems like a wealthy suitor for you, yes?”

“Suitor—?” you choked out. “No! I mean— We just met! We don’t know anything about each other really.”

She sighed, “Young people and their obsession with marrying someone they ‘know’ for true love. When do you really know someone anyway?” Waving a hand she changed the topic. “But enough of that. What I wanted to say was next time that man comes in here, we can offer him a complimentary box of a dozen pastries— Since he’s spent so much in so little it feels like the right thing to do.”

“Sure. A complimentary dozen.” Finally. Work. A topic you felt much more comfortable talking about. “That, I can do.”

“And then maybe offer a hand in marriage while you’re at it.”

“Mrs. Miyazaki!” you gasped, feeling only mildly affronted.

“I joke.” She ruffled her hair and smoothed down her apron. “I’m going to make more pastries now. Can you hold up the front?”

“You can count on me.”

“I know I can. Thanks for your hard work!”

And with that, she headed to the backroom where the kitchen was to leave you alone with your thoughts in a quiet cafe. Rush hour ended so there were only a few customers trickling in, most much kinder and more pleasant to talk to than the bustling businessmen of the earlier shift.

Throughout your small conversations with the patrons, you found yourself thinking back to two things— One, how interesting traditional values and teachings in collectivist cultures were and questioning where you fell into place with them, and two…wondering about Shouto.

Tomorrow, he had said before he left. You’d see him again tomorrow.

Oddly enough, you were looking forward to it more than you’d like to admit.

— ✩ —

It was the fifth day of the week, the fifth time he had seen you at the cafe, and he was already tempted to see you again. Would it be invasive to get another pastry after work? Would you even be there working at that hour?

Shouto saw you this morning (along with all the other mornings before that) and yet he couldn’t quell the pull he felt towards you with only the short interaction time you had together. But he would take what he could get without being weird.

He had been told in the past he could be too forward and dysregulate his feelings and scare people off, and that wasn’t something he wanted to risk with you, though he was certainly much better at it now with learning and practice. If he was reading things correctly, you at least seemed to enjoy seeing him during your shift.

“You got more pastries, sir?” an employee from the medical supplies sector asked him gleefully. “I swear they get better each time!”

Shouto nodded with a smile. “I’m glad you like it. I’ll be sure to relay your compliment.”

With the dozens of pastries he’s been ordering from your cafe (each order seeming to grow every time he visited after realizing just how much his employees enjoyed it), he would place them around the breakrooms and staff kitchens in the establishment. Those areas were always fully stocked with drinks and sandwiches and chocolates in case anyone needed a little boost, but nothing seemed to bring as much comfort as freshly baked pastries did. And a different baked good almost everyday seemed to give people more to get excited about.

He owed it all to your sales’ pitch and blinding smile that made him want to buy it. And your personality, of course.

His Personal Secretary had started to wonder why she no longer was tasked with his early morning coffee runs, and Shouto had to find a way to answer without saying it was because there was a barista he wanted to keep talking to.

Not even he was that shameless.

The first time, his PS had just called in sick and Shouto decided he might as well head to a cafe himself for the first time in a while. He worried he might have been rusty while ordering, but you did such a good job at being welcoming and guiding the transaction that he found himself actually enjoying it. (Enjoying you, maybe. But it was too soon to admit that.)

And now, after that initial meeting, he decided it was worth half an hour of his day to give his PS some early morning break time and visit the cafe himself.

It was worth it so much, in fact, that the next morning on a Saturday, despite most of his employees being given the weekend off, he still went to buy some coffee and pastries.

“Good morning!” an older lady called as he entered the front doors. Shouto had seen her assisting in shifts and baking pastries when you were busy working the cash register. “What can I get started for you today?”

He looked around the store—relatively quiet compared to the rush hour during the weekdays—and to his disappointment, saw no sight of you.

The current barista laughed, seeming to read his very thoughts. “Looking for someone? Y/N perhaps?”

His gaze shot up, feeling like a kid getting caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to by his guardian. Cautiously, he gave a small nod.

“‘Fraid they have the weekends off, actually,” the lady—her name tag read Miyazaki—said. “But don’t look so down, they’ll be back on Monday morning to greet you with a smile.”

He nodded again, feeling his face heat up. Was he that transparent or did Miyazaki just know too much? “Thank you, ma’am.”

She chuckled, waving him over. “No need to be so formal. Now, is there anything I can get for you? Or were you just visiting in hopes of asking our dear Y/N out?”

“No— I…” Shouto felt himself averting his gaze. “I’ll order something.”

At his apparent discomfort, her mischievous gaze softened. “Of course, hon. Sorry for teasing too much. I was just excited seeing how adorable you and Y/N were.” She cleared her throat. “I mean, that’s not my business. Anyway. What can I get started for you?”

He asked for a macchiato and a couple dozen of today’s pastries, paid, and tipped. (Though, it was initially met with a blatant rejection. He didn’t take it too hard; he knew some older members of society thought of tips as insulting and he’d never force anyone to take a tip if it made them feel bad. But after offering again, she thankfully accepted it.)

When he left the cafe, although the exchange was pleasant enough, Shouto still found himself disappointed he wasn’t able to see you.

At least he had something to look forward to next Monday morning, though part of him wished the day would somehow come sooner.

a/n: hope u enjoyed miyazaki’s words of wisdom u.u FHKDF i’m totally kidding, but if ur asian like me then u kNOW what convos like that are like omg ,, just had my mom and two grandmas tell me that recently :’/ kskskfd but anyway i hope u enjoyed this chapter and liked seeing a glimpse of shouto’s thoughts ;3 tysm for reading!

what to expect in the next part:

more shouto and y/n :>

maybe some ~flirting~ pfft idk idk u.u

some minor...misunderstandings

“hello, zuko here” vibes

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Song: Put It On Me - Matt Maeson

Warnings: 18+, Coercion(dubcon themes), size kink, cream pie, virginity kink, corruption kink, rough sex, spitting, spanking, light choking, light assplay(I couldn’t help myself), dom!bokuto(he’s kind of an ass oops).

A/N: So uh, it’s finally here…My first fic in two months and i’m ngl, i’ve been dreading posting for so long, but i tried to give you guys something good for my return, so please let me know what you think and go easy on me, i’m a little rusty sksks. However, this is a gift for @thekraziesreside because she drew me them most amazing Kenma x Me icon and i needed to pay her back somehow!!

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“I-I’m a virgin.”

The words slip from your tongue before you can stop them.

The large hands that had been tracing the contours of your body stilled. You had to stop yourself from flinching when his intense golden stare shot to your face.

“What…” He let the word trail off, a well-practised mask of surprise coming into place on his features.

It was second nature to him now, letting his face morph into whatever expression he needed it to at a moments notice. No one ever suspected the friendly Ace of being anything other than a good guy, and really, he wasn’t a bad guy. No, he just relished in taking the innocence of unsuspecting women who easily fell into his trap.

Like you.

“I’m a virgin, Kou.” Even though you were straddling him, you still had to look up to meet his eyes.

With the tips of your ears burning, you moved to get off of his lap as if you could escape from your embarrassing confession. You couldn’t believe you’d openly admitted you were an inexperienced virgin to the guy you’d only just met a week ago. A mutual friend had introduced the two of you, and you’d quickly fallen for his ‘nice guy’ act.

You hadn’t even put a foot on the floor before you were pulled back and thrown into the pillows. The weight of Bokuto’s body was quick to settle on top of you, pressing you down into the plush mattress.

“What are y-” before you could finish your sentence, your wrists were pinned above your head, rendering your arms useless in his firm grip. The muscles in your abdomen tightened at his rough treatment, and you couldn’t stop the small gasp that fell from your lip. Turning your head to the side, you tried in vain to hide your flustered expression.

Bokuto felt his cock twitch in the grey sweats that hung low on his hips.

The innocent ones were always the most responsive. He fought off a grin as the thought crossed his mind.

“Did you really think I was going to let you get away after telling me something like that?” He growled, warm breath ghosting over your face and across your neck. He watched with a glint in his eyes as you shivered under him.

Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

“Do you know what that means, little bird?”

Your heart raced at the nickname.

Could he make you sing for him?

Certain he could hear your heartbeat fluttering like a hummingbird's wings in your chest, you silently prayed for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. The mortification you felt was palpable in the space between you.

Bokuto thought it was cute how bashful you were, so unsure and unwilling to show him your real feelings, even though your body told him everything he needed to know. Still, he’d have you voicing your innermost desires sooner or later- it was only a matter of time.

“Well?” He pressed, not allowing you to dwell on your thoughts any longer. He didn’t want to have to put in too much effort to break you.

Your voice was small and unsure when you answered him, eyes looking anywhere but his direction, “No.”

He was so close, closer than any man had ever been before. The proximity made it hard to think straight as the warmth of his body seeped into your bones, and his masculine scent invaded your senses.

It was almost stifling.

His tongue darted out, licking a wet strip up the side of your exposed neck before pressing a soft kiss just below your ear. He felt you shiver beneath him before pulling back and watching a deep blush journey down to your chest. It was so pure...He couldn’t wait to be the one to defile your virtue.

Gently grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger, he turned your face until you had no option but to meet his simmering gaze.

Begrudgingly, you looked up at the man looming over you and found he was already observing your flustered expression. He stared so openly and without shame that you began to squirm under him.

Bokuto saw your blush deepen further and wondered what you’d look like when he eased his cock inside your virgin hole.

Would your eyes roll into the back of your head? Would your nails imbed themselves in his back? Or maybe you’d simply cry out in pain and pleasure as he ripped through your innocence?

All kinds of scenarios whirled around in his brain, sending his mind into overdrive.

Unconsciously, he ground the head of his cock against your clothed slit and was rewarded when he heard your sharp intake of breath.

Heat pooled in his groin.

It was such a pretty sound. He wanted more, and he didn’t need to feel the slick collecting in the crotch of your underwear to know your feelings mirrored his.

His smile was predatory as he answered.

“It means that I’ll be the first person to fill your tight little pussy up with cum. I’ll stretch your walls around my cock and pump you so full that it’ll be dripping out of you for days.”

The lewd words fell from his mouth with ease, and you found yourself shifting as your body all of a sudden became too warm as if the temperature in the room had spiked, but you knew it was his words alone that had caused your reaction.

You hated how easily he affected you.

“I bet you want me to corrupt your sweet little body, don’t you?” He already knew the answer.

Your body responded of its own accord, turning into putty beneath him. Your hips rolled against his as your back arched off the bed at the feeling of his cock nudging against your clit. The knot in your stomach tightened.

The grip on your wrists tightened. Bokuto took a few steadying breaths, struggling to hold himself back. You seemed so tiny and fragile as you lay beneath his brawny form, and he was scared he would break you if he gave in to his own desires too soon.

Maybe that’s what you wanted. The sadistic voice in the back of his mind purred.

“I- I don’t know.” Your voice wavered as you answered him honestly. Doubt had begun to gnaw at your gut. Waiting didn’t seem like the worst idea- there was no rush, after all.

He closed his eyes for a split second to hide the annoyance that no doubt flickered through them. When he reopened them, he became the personification of a bird of prey, and you were his next meal.

Your mouth became dry as you lied entrapped by his stare.

“Come on, I can make you feel good.” As if he was digging his talons in to prevent your escape, he rolled his hips against yours once more, making sure that his cock rubbed firmly over your swelling clit. The side of his mouth quirked up when a tentative moan left your parted lips.

“That’s it, you like that, don’t you? You want me to make you feel good, don’t you, little bird?” another roll of his hips, and he watched the doubt dissolve away for now.

“Koutarou...please.” Your voice was small, uncertain as you begged.

You didn’t know what you were begging for, you just knew he could give it to you, whatever it was.

Golden eyes flashed at the way your voice was saturated with need. For a moment he thought that maybe you weren’t a virgin, but instead, a succubus, come to steal his soul.

He would let you.

The weight of his body left yours, and in seconds, you were stripped of all of your clothing, which was thrown haphazardly around the room. His soon followed.

Eager eyes drank in the sight of your naked body before him. Your skin was so beautiful and unmarred by another person, so enticing and begging for his touch. Soon you would be littered in his marks as he lay claim to your body, inside and out.

Growing self-conscious under his prolonged stare, you tried in vain to cover your most intimate parts.

“There’s no use trying to hide from me. I’m going to become well-acquainted with your body by the time I’m done with you.”

A gasp escaped your lips when his fingers reached down and ghosted over your folds. A groan left him when he felt just how wet you were.

“Well, looks like someone’s already dripping at the thought of being ruined by my cock- isn’t that cute?” Though his tone was mocking, his words still sent excitement trickling down your spine.

Spreading your lips, he circled a thick finger around your twitching entrance, smiling devilishly when you whined for him. Through heavy-lidded eyes, he witnessed your jaw go slack as he eased the first finger past the slick opening, surprised when he was met with little resistance.

Soon he was able to work himself knuckle-deep, and your walls fluttered around him in welcome.

Such a slutty pussy for someone so untouched.

“You’re so tight, baby. Your pussy’s sucking my finger in so nicely; I bet you’re going to feel amazing when I stuff my cock inside.”

You groaned as his fingers started to move within your previously untainted walls. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling like you’d feared it would be- it was almost like a welcoming pressure had settled deep within you.

“Kou… more.”

A chuckle met your ears in line with his warm lips brushing against your pubic bone, “Your wish is my command.”

When the second finger was added, the discomfort became evident on your face. He didn’t pause his movements; instead, their pace increased as pain and pleasure fought for dominance at the apex of your thighs.

“That’s it, you can do it. The pain will stop soon,” At that moment he chose to curl his fingers and press them against the spongy spot deep within your sopping cunt. The pain dulled and was overshadowed by pleasure as he played with your body as if it were an instrument he was fine-tuning.

“Ah- fuck, I-” Your breathing accelerated as the pressure in the pit of your stomach began to increase . Your hips started to buck up off the bed when his thumb joined his ministrations and began working tight circles against your clit. Sparks of excitement like nothing you’d felt before shot through your veins. Stringing thoughts together became almost impossible.

If this was what his fingers could do, you weren’t sure you’d be able to remain sane once his cock entered you.

“There it is,” he cooed, fingertips rubbing against the same spot, this time with a little more vigour, “God, you look so beautiful with my fingers inside you, you’re drenching them, baby.”

A thick fog came over your mind as they stroked and stretched your walls, creating a pressure in your abdomen that threatened to overflow at any second. It almost scared you, and yet, you couldn’t prevent your hips from desperately grinding down against his hand.

“More,” you cried, your breaths beginning to come out in pants.

The wet squelching sounds of your pussy filled the room as his hand became a blur between your thighs. The sound only added to your arousal.

When your legs began to quake, he lowered his head and added his mouth to the mix, suckling skillfully at your puffy clit. His lips were cool as they attached themselves to your heated skin, the difference in temperature causing a prolonged whine to leave you.

His tongue swirled around the sensitive nub, his fingers working your insides, coiling, stroking and stretching until the pressure that had been steadily rising in your stomach finally exploded within your body. It erupted from your core, spreading through you like wildfire.

Your hands found hair, pulling and twisting the soft locks as you came hard around his fingers. He moaned at the flash of pain in his scalp- causing his own desire to heighten. Your walls pulsed as he continued to curl his fingers against your g-spot.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, Kou, fuck, oh god, oh god!” Your cries of delight were music to Bokuto’s ears. It excited him so much that he couldn’t help but gently rut his hips into the mattress. His cock was painfully hard now, and precum leaked freely from his swelling tip. He needed to be inside you soon or he’d lose his mind.

Pulling his fingers from your pussy, you watched through half-lidded eyes as he brought them to his mouth and began to eagerly lap at them.

“Koutarou…That was....” Your brain was still riding its high, unable to give you an end to your sentence.

He pulled his hand from his mouth, “I told you I’d make you feel good. Now, before I fuck your brains out, why don’t you see how good you taste?”

The musky smell of your arousal filled your nostrils as he brought his fingers to your lips.

“Open.” It wasn’t a request.

At your hesitance, he quirked a brow, “I promise you taste amazing. Now, open.”

You obeyed, still riding the endorphin high he’d pulled from your body. Because of this, you didn’t even notice that he’d reached over and pressed record on his phone that was propped up on the nightstand. He’d made sure to angle it so the camera pointed directly at your face.

He found people were much more...compliant... if he had video footage he could use against them in the event that they changed their minds.

With a grin, he placed the two fingers he’d had knuckle deep in your cunt against your tongue.

The tart taste of your release was quick to spread over your tastebuds. His eyes darkened when you began to swirl your tongue around his fingers, lightly sucking on them until they were completely clean of your arousal.

It was so erotic that you found it hard to maintain eye contact.

He released a shaky breath before pulling his fingers from your mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’.

“You’re a little minx, you know that?” He teased, allowing one of his hands to come to rest next to your head while the other reached between your bodies. Taking his length in his hand, he watched a mix of anticipation and fear come over your features when you looked down.

Your audible gulp was heard in the silence that followed.

You weren’t sure what you’d expected, but this was beyond anything your mind had come up with. Even though you’d never had sex before, you knew he was big. His cock was thick and heavy where it hung between his legs. Veins ran along the sides of his shaft, the largest one snaking directly down the centre before splitting in two near the swollen head. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like having something so big inside your body.

“I don’t think I can do this.” Your voice wavered, doe-eyes shining with fear as they met his.

He acknowledged your fear with a condescending sneer, “Oh, little bird, you really think you have a choice?” he nodded towards the nightstand.

The blood in your veins turned icy, and your body began to tremble as you lay eyes on the phone, screen open and recording.

Breathing became difficult as panic rose in your chest. You’d been so naive. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“It’s been recording for the last couple of minutes. Now,” his rough fingers came to rest against the sides of your throat, squeezing lightly as he brought his face just inches from yours, “you can either behave, and this will feel amazing for both of us, or you can be a brat, and the only person this is going to be fun for is me. Not to mention, I’ll send the video around to every person you know, including your boss.”

At the mention of your boss, your whole body deflated. He had you right where he wanted you. While the thought of your friends and family seeing the video was mortifying, you couldn’t risk losing your job. Your virginity was a small price to pay to make sure the video stayed hidden.

Anger bloomed in your chest as you leered up at the spiky-haired man, but you had no fight in you. It was useless to even try.

“If I do this, you’ll make it go away?” You tried to make your voice sound confident, but it cracked at the end.

He couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto his face when he realised you were giving in, “Of course- no one else will ever see it.”

He watched the internal battle going on behind your mind before your eyes hardened.

“Fine, so be it. I’ll play your sick game.” You spat, what else did you have to lose?

Bokuto’s eyes widened when you reached down and removed his hand from his length before replacing it with your own. It was softer than you’d imagined, yet firm at the same time. Like steel encased in velvet.

“You like the feeling of my cock, baby? It’ll feel even better when I'm balls deep inside you. You’ll be my little slut and take it all like a good girl, won’t you?”

The man above you let out a rumbling moan from deep within his chest when your fingers flexed around him, head falling against your chest. Your wavering hands felt so small as they struggled to circle his impressive girth. It again reminded him of the size difference between the two of you.

Your eyes darted between him and the phone. He took the hint and reached over, turning the phone off and laying it flat against the nightstand.

He turned back to you with a smug smirk.

You wanted to slap the look right off his face, but violence would probably result in the video being circulated faster.

Resigning yourself to your fate, you dipped the head of the thick muscle between your folds. Your slick coated it instantly. Lining him up with your entrance, you waited for him to meet your gaze. When he did, he saw the hatred burning in them. It made his cock throb in your palm.

When he pressed his hips forward, all at once, the air left your body as heat flooded your core.

Bokuto studied your face intently, drinking in the way your pupils dilated and your mouth dropped open into a silent moan. If he could burn one image into his mind, it was your face at that moment as he stole the last remnants of your innocence from you.

“Hng-fuck...it feels...s-so-” Your hands blindly grasped at his broad shoulders, seeking some kind of anchor as the burning feeling of his cock threatening to split you open sent your mind into a frenzy.

“So what, baby?” He cooed, body tense above you. “How does it feel? Come on, little bird, use your words.”

Nails dug into his shoulder blades as he worked himself into you. Hissing out a breath, he savoured the way your lower muscles clenched around his girth before relaxing, only to repeat the motion moments later, pulling him deeper into your heated sheath.

“So full. So so full, so fucking good.” You whimpered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. It was a fullness, unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Every nerve in your body had come to life, and a familiar heat began to pool in your lower body once again. Bokuto’s control began to slip, and he soon realised he was trembling above you in an effort to hold back. Heat was surging through his own body, clouding his mind and bringing him closer to his climax. If he didn’t move soon...

“Ah, fuck, I need…” He couldn’t finish the rest of his sentence, his mind was lost to the beast you’d unleashed inside of him. With a harsh snap of his hips, he sheathed the rest of his cock inside your wet heat.

A scream ripped from your throat as your poor cunt was suddenly filled to the brim with the Ace’s cock. His hips lay flush against yours as he bottomed out inside you, the plush head of his length kissing your cervix. He stretched your body in such a sinful way that for a second, you forgot how to breathe.

Even though you never wanted anything to do with him and the thought of him being inside you made you feel sick, you couldn’t stop your body’s natural reaction to him.

On instinct, your legs wrapped around his hips, heels pressing against his ass. You didn’t know where your confidence had come from, and in your lust-driven craze, you didn’t care. In fact, it was almost as if a switch had been flicked in your mind. All you knew was that you craved him.

“Shit, you’re choking my cock with that sweet little pussy. Fuck.”

“Koutarou...move. Please.” You panted, cutting him off, “I need you to move, now.”

The heels of your feet dug into his ass while you simultaneously rolled your hips into his. The movement sent flares of desire straight to your core.

Bokuto didn’t need to be told twice.

The first few of his thrusts were short and practised as if he was testing whether or not your body could handle him. When he was met with mewls and whimpers, he couldn’t stop himself from picking up his pace and slamming mercilessly into your greedy pussy.

The pressure you’d experienced before started to build once again, only this time it felt more intense, almost out of control as you writhed beneath him.

There were many ways you’d imagined losing your virginity; slow, soft, romantic sex with someone you’d known for years; gentle caresses and stolen kisses beneath a slither of moonlight as your lover whispered loving words into your ear.

This was nothing like that.

Bokuto’s thrusts were bruising, unforgiving, and the power behind each one jolted your entire body. He was animalistic as he fucked into you.

This wasn’t love-making. This was rough, hard fucking, and you found yourself growing intoxicated as you were forced to drink in every sensation he was pulling from you.

He’d been wrong before, you weren’t like the other girls at all. They’d all cried and begged for him to go easy. But you, you thrived on him using your body, even savoured the feeling of being fucked like a whore.

The realisation made his head spin. If you liked being fucked like a whore, he was happy to oblige.

A strangled cry echoed through the room when his teeth latched onto the sensitive skin of your nipple. His hot tongue swirled around the pebbled nub, sending bolts of desire splintering through you as the pressure inside you bubbled up and threatened to explode at any moment.

His mouth left you all too soon.

“Such a good girl. You’re taking my cock so well. Who knew a virgin could be such a dirty little slut? I bet you’re loving this, being used like a cocksleeve.” The words left his mouth in a rush as if he’d forget them if he didn’t get them out fast enough.

Leaning back, he hooked his arms beneath your knees, still continuing his assault on your cunt. He couldn’t help but reach around and press a hand on your stomach. Desire stirred in his groin when he felt himself moving beneath his palm.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. I’m practically in your stomach…” His words died off when he felt your walls begin to spasm.

“Kou, I’m- fuck- I’m going to cum.”

No, he wouldn’t let you cum just yet, it was too soon. He knew if he drew it out much longer, you’d be too sore for another round, but he wanted- no, he needed- to test just how far he could corrupt you.

Without thinking, he leant over your body and allowed a string of his saliva to slowly drip from his mouth. It gave you enough time to move if it was too much for you.

You didn’t move. No, instead you eagerly stuck your tongue out and waited for his spit to drip onto it, like a puppy begging for a treat.

When you swallowed it with a smirk on your face, he finally lost all semblance of control.

You weren’t entirely sure what happened next, but next thing you knew, you were stomach-down on the bed.

“Wha-”

The sound of impact as Bokuto’s hand met the supple flesh of your ass rang in your ears. You barely had time to register the searing heat blooming across your rear before he brought his hand down again on the opposite side.

“Get that fucking ass in the air.”

Bringing your knees under you and sticking your ass out as much as you could, you waited for his next move as your orgasm began to dwindle.

Bokuto bit his lip as he watched you present yourself to him, puffy lips glistening in the dim light.

Gripping your hip with one hand, he used the other to give your ass a few slaps with his length before realigning himself with your entrance. You were so wet and stretched so well that with a harsh snap of his hips, his entire length was buried deep in you with no resistance.

“Fuck!” Your voice was hoarse as you cried out from being stuffed with his cock again.

The angle this new position set had his cock dragging along your walls, caressing them as he fucked into your heat. The new pace he set was brutal as he chased his own high.

Skin against skin became the only sound in the room as his weighty balls slapped against your clit- each time the coil in your stomach tightened.

Your body stiffened when you heard him spit, followed by the feel of moisture coming into contact at the top of your ass.

He’d been lost in his mind as he watched your puffy slit suck in his length, and when his eyes travelled up to the puckered hole just above, he couldn’t help himself.

“Don’t worry,” He spread the spit around your pucker with his thumb before gently applying pressure, “I’ll ruin this hole next time, little bird. But first, I want you to get an idea of just how good I can be to you.”

When his thumb slipped past the tight ring of muscle, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

A sense of euphoria settled deep within you as you lay there and let the Ace pound into you with reckless abandon.

Bokuto became drunk on the cries he was sure you didn’t even realise were falling from your mouth as drool pooled beneath your cheek and turned the bedsheets a darker shade.

It wouldn’t be long now. He could feel his balls tightening as heat spread through his body. Not to mention, your legs had started to quiver with the first signs of your release.

“You ready to come for me again, baby?” His hips never faltered from the harsh pace he’d set.

“I can’t...too much...fuck.”

He found it almost endearing that you thought you had a choice.

“Wrong answer.”

You didn’t think it was possible for him to fuck you any harder, but a last burst of energy had him pistoning his hips into you with such force that you had to reach above your head and press a shakey hand against the headboard to stop your body from jolting forward.

Your body couldn’t take much more stimulation and seconds later you cried out your release into the mattress.

Your first orgasm was nothing compared to the pure ecstasy you felt in those following moments as you came hard around the thick muscle still pumping into your aching walls.

Stars flashed across your vision as your toes curled, and your hands blindly clawed at the mattress. It was as if you’d been washed out to sea in an ocean of bliss, and you had no choice but to ride the waves crashing through you.

Bokuto’s thrust became sporadic until finally, his body went taut behind you, balls tightening as he emptied his seed into your spasming walls.

His cum was warm as it splashed against your cervix, staining every inch of your insides with the thick fluid.

White noise rang in your ears as your body rode out its chemical high.

Bokuto pulled his thumb and cock from your holes once his balls were empty. Once removed, your body collapsed to the side, exhausted.

Bokuto’s own energy was about to run out, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your twitching cunt. His cum had started to dribble out from between your swollen lips in a steady stream of white.

Instinct had him reaching out and pressing as much of it back into your body as he could. He ignored the weak cries that the action coaxed from your mouth as his fingers brushed against tender flesh.

He’d fucked you raw.

You’d be sore for days after this. Hell, a dull ache had settled in his own muscles.

With a groan, he used the last of his energy to scoop your thoroughly fucked body off the bed and carry you the short distance to the bathroom. Placing you gingerly down into the toilet seat, he only let go when he was sure you weren’t going to fall face-first onto the cold tile floor.

Grabbing a small cloth, he made quick work of rubbing the musky smell of sex from your body before jumping into the shower and ridding himself of the thin layer of sweat sticking to him. The warm water felt amazing against his skin, and suddenly, tiredness came over him. All of his limbs felt heavy as if weights had been attached to them. He’d definitely been rougher than he meant to- fucking never usually took this much out of him.

You’d been so lost in your after-sex daze that he almost jumped out of his skin when you finally spoke.

“So...When can we go again?” Your voice was far more lucid than he’d expected. It seemed in your daze you’d forgotten your hatred towards him. He knew some gentle persuasion was all it would take to unlock your inner animal.

Raising a brow, he turned to see a sly smile creep onto your face as you sat naked on his toilet.

You at least had the decency to blush at your request.

“I mean...that’s if you want to. Oh, and you’d better delete that video or I’ll rip your cock off and shove it down your throat.”

He thought you might just be a succubus after all.

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chilumi-shipper · 3 years

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Ready to Hold On

Xiao x Adeptus!Fem!Reader x Zhongli

Summary: Why not both? Love works in strange ways, and fate has given you a choice. Let it be known that your choice is not to choose, but to love them both. You had a realization when you hear from Xiao that Zhongli apparently had excused himself from your "hangout", you wishes that you could be with both Zhongli and Xiao at that moment.

(Alternative Ending to Ready to Let Go, I suggest you read it first. This version is where you start a polyamory relationship with both of them.)

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"He said he needed to do some extra work because of all the mora he's been spending." Xiao explained as he watch you mold the cookie dough to little spheres before placing them neatly on the tray.

You two were so close to each other, exactly how you wanted it to be. Somehow, you felt as though, you feel something missing. Despite your close proximity with Xiao, him standing right next to you as you create your first every batch of cookies, encouraging you when you say they're probably not gonna be that good, you kind of miss a certain someone who would say very long, unnecessary details about the very origin of cookies, giving you some baking advice so you don't accidentally make a stomach destroyer cookie batch.

Perhaps it was the lingering feeling of golden orbs (aside from Xiao's) that would watch your every move with care, just to make sure nothing is a miss. Maybe it was the feeling of a strong chest behind you or a constant hand of reassurance resting upon your shoulder.

"Y/N..." The soft voice of Xiao calls for you, you looked at him questioningly, stopping what you were doing. "I--" His face seem to turn bashful as he looks down, ears starting to turn pink.

You smiled a bit, feeling giddy as the Yaksha looks for the right words to say. Your eyes gleam as you stare at him expectantly, this was the time you were waiting for!

"You like me?!" In your excitement, you accidentally blurted out your thoughts before he could even finish his sentence.

...

He looked at you, a bit surprised, not expecting that you would blurt something like that out. And yet, you looked equally surprised yourself, covering your mouth with your wrist, since your hands had been handling the cookie dough.

'Ahhhh!!!' You cursed yourself with every bad word you know, screaming internally as you turn your back onto him. 'You're so fricking stupid, Y/N! Why the heck would you say that?! You piece of-'

Even if he did like you back, that's still so awkward!

"I'm sorry..." You whispered, feeling your legs weaken with embarrassment. You heard him sigh from behind you before chuckling.

You felt his hands gently grasping your shoulders, slowly turning you around to face him.

"Was I as obvious as you?" The cat-eyed boy spared a teasing remark, just for you. You can't help but feel shocked, Zhongli said you were obvious too! But Xiao, who doesn't interact with humans to even know how others react when having a crush, is saying that your feelings were pretty obvious? You gotta be real transparent for that one.

You felt your face heat up at what he said, but still, the comment made you laugh. "You're unpredictable, but I like that about you." You finally looked at his golden eyes, and they were filled with happiness, because of you. He is happy because of you.

You scoot yourself closer, now just inches apart from a sweet first kiss. "I like you, Y/N." He finally said it, the words you would imagine him say whenever you're lost in your wondering thoughts, but now, it's actually real. "Is this okay?" You nodded slowly, still starstruck as he gently holds your chin with his gloved fingers.

Xiao tried to initiate slowly, but you smashed your lips against his immediately, stumbling both you back a little, but his other hand slid around your waist, whilst you wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt his smile as you kissed him, which he returned with equal passion.

You slowly pulled way from him, opening your eyes before smiling, "That means, I like you too."

"You're one piece of work." Xiao stated as you retract your arms, ready to go back to baking. "It makes me understand why I'm not the only one who likes you." You freezed at his words, looking back at him like he's grown another head.

"W-what?"

"Morax, he's quite fond of you too, butterfly."

Butterfly, you almost melt at that. Wait, that's not the point, the Zhongli "Morax"? Fond of you too?

Your now lover (hehe, lover) chuckles, although it does not contain any malice or jealousy, unlike how you'd imagine a person to react when they find out another person likes their lover.

"You mean like, friends fondness, right?"

"No." The Yaksha shakes his head.

"How would you know that...?" You quietly asked, still having doubts about what you said. Xiao slides your loose hair behind your ear before cupping your face.

"He acts the same way I do around you." But in your eyes, that still wasn't proof that Zhongli likes likes you. Besides, aren't you only supposed to have one love interest?

"But maybe that's just how he normally is. Why are you so sure?" You questioned him even more.

"Do you feel like you really want him to be here with us right now?" Xiao asked you instead, it's like he was reading your mind or something, you did kind of wish he was here.

You just nodded, not trusting your voice anymore. You looked down to your hands, wiping them clean with a towel.

"You miss him when he's not around, trust him the most, you feel comfortable around him..." You nodded at his words again, not sure where he's getting at. "Then you like him too." You're eyes widen at Xiao's words, your mouth dropping in shock.

"...Xiao, I like you." You explained to him, yet the lingering feeling that maybe he was right started embedding itself within you. He just sighs, before gently holding your hands.

"You can--" He can't help but look down and shake his head. "I can't believe I'm actually the one doing all the talking." You giggled at his little comment, although the feeling of confliction didn't seize.

"Zhongli confessed to me last night, all about how he felt about you. Why he's not actually here today." Xiao finally said, gently caressing your hand with his thumb. "But I forced him to come today." You were a little surprised, Xiao, who would stop at nothing to serve the Geo Archon, actually went against the Archon's wishes. However, you're even more surprised that the mentioned man walked into the Wangshu Inn kitchen, and you already know that he's heard everything.

"Mr. Zhongli!" You try to act normal, but being bombarded with your own conflicting feelings were talking a toll on you. "Uhm..."

Xiao let go of your hands as the older man stood in front of both of you.

"Do you like me, Y/N?" Zhongli asks, despite his sincere smile, you felt the nervousness that courses within him, the same nervousness flowing within you.

You think about this really hard. You've had feelings for Xiao for a very long time, but through all that time, maybe there was another love that sprout without your notice, because you always believed that you could only love one. Both of them have been there your entire immortal life, all of you working side by side to make sure that each of you and Liyue is safe from harm. In all your years of pining, you realized, you crave for both of them when they're not with you, the moment doesn't seem as special without both of them, they're the most important people in your life.

You could never choose one over the other.

Looking up at another pair of golden orbs, you slowly nodded, grabbing one hand of each of your most beloved people in the entire universe.

"I think... I know that I love both of you so much." You smiled as you took both their hands close to your chest.

Zhongli then proceeded to kiss you too, a quick sweet kiss on the lips.

You jumped, "Oh, I forgot about my cookies." Letting go of both their hands, you go back to tending to your treats. "I hope my two favorite people can help taste test after I'm done."

"Of course."

"I'll try it."

You let out a cheerful chuckle, this was probably the most confusing but happiest day of your eternal life.

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1kook · 3 years

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ZOOM CALL

⇢ meeting one

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

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summary: In a sea of black screens and faceless names, there’s one smiley boy that beams back at you through the dimly lit screen of your laptop, a tiny Jeon Jungkook (he/him) tacked to the corner of his window. genre: fluff, slice of life, smut (tags tba) warnings: jk is a ditzy lil nerdy sweetheart, college crushes, social distancing -_-, use of the zoom app, 1kook Builds a Healthy Relationship (Version 2.0) ratings: M (18+) wc: 3.2k

notes: well. here we are. as always i have to thank common sense (coincidentally named rumu @kigurumu ) for reading this over and pointing out little details <3 after much deliberation, i have decided to post our beloved zoom jk (see origin story here) in the form of short ‘drabbles’ depicting diff zoom calls with this being The Beginning™️ so please... bare with me </3 ty to all the nice ppl who have been excited for this, luv u very much 🥺

There are times in human history where words captivate their audience; times when single words or phrases wrap around the listener, melt into their bones and radiate warmth from within. But rarely does one word manage such an impact, rarely is it as revered and as cherished as the word cancelled is to most college students.

Class is cancelled, group meetings are cancelled, the stupidly big semester final project was cancelled. You could cancel nearly anything, and in most cases, it would be beautiful. Cancelled meant more time to sleep in the morning, an afternoon free of pesky project partners, a pleasant reprieve from having to socialize with anyone. It was a glorious word with heavenly connotations that brought tears of joy to your eyes whenever you saw it appear in an email preview.

Except this one.

Spring Semester 2021: On-Campus Classes CANCELLED — Social Distance Measures as per State Regula…

Your last semester as a student in university… online? You couldn’t believe it. All these years of studying rigorously, cramming for exams, attaining a near perfect GPA— just to sit in your bedroom and stare at your computer screen for the last 15 weeks of classes? Had your friends not been there to mope with you, you’re certain a part of you would have gone on a rampage and cursed every bacteria known to mankind for doing this to you.

It was your last year, you whined in private (never in public; your friends had always considered you the mature one, the studious friend who kept everyone in order), yet here you were, setting up your desk for your last ever first day of classes with quite possibly the biggest pout on your face.

Zoom, your school had raved in an email a few weeks into the break, the desktop application that will keep us united in these trying times! As if, you huffed, giving the stupid application permission to connect to your computer’s camera and audio systems. What even was proper Zoom etiquette? Did you have to enter the meeting and greet every student cheerfully? You had always said hi to your classmates before, but something about saying it over a computer mic felt awkward.

The feeling doubled when you finally entered the meeting, only to be met with a sea of black screens save for your professor, who seemed to be clicking around his computer in a rather confused fashion. This was going to suck, you thought bitterly.

You had entered the room ten minutes earlier because, well, you always showed up to class a few minutes earlier than the scheduled meeting time. But was there any point to doing that here? Usually, the time before class was spent making small talk with said classmates, discussing the readings or the assignments, talking mindlessly about whatever came to mind. But something in your gut said it would be weird to do that now.

So you sit in silence for the next ten minutes, nervously tapping your pen against your desk as you wait for the professor to launch into whatever introductory monologue he had planned. You toy with your phone, scrolling through your twitter feed only to see a brigade of tweets from students all over the nation suffering the same fate as you. It was a trending topic.

Two minutes before the class starts, you hear the tell-tale ping of someone entering the meeting. You wave it off just like you have your other 41 classmates thus far, but then there’s the clearing of a throat, and a sweet, “good morning” filtering through your speakers. Lifting your head from the hunched over position you had assumed while glancing at your phone, you’re startled by the sudden handsome face that appears before you.

In a sea of black screens and faceless names, there’s one smiley boy that beams back at you through the dimly lit screen of your laptop, a tiny Jeon Jungkook (he/him) tacked to the corner of his window.

He’s nothing short of a dreamboat, soft and doughy cheeks that catch the hue of the screen light, highlighting his cheekbones in a faint blue color. Imploring doe eyes blinking widely at the screen as he clicks around, narrating his confusion in a low mumble (mic still on, how cute). Dark hair— was it brown? black? the pixelated screen made it hard to tell —messily pushed away from his face.

And his voice, oh his voice. It matches his gentle appearance perfectly. A soft snort. “Am I the only one here?” he says, thin lips pulled to the side in a bashful grin.

The professor laughs with him. “No, but you are the only one with your camera on,” he responds.

You’re not sure if it’s the professor’s teasing jab at literally everyone else or the need to support the cutie who smiles softly at screen, but suddenly, a handful of windows come to life. Your classmates fill up the screen, dressed in an array of styles with bedrooms (and, on the rare occasion, dorm rooms) to match. You nibble at your bottom lip, finger hovering over the button that will expose your appearance to the rest of your classmates

Eventually, the wordless peer pressure, the need to be a good student, and the supportive face of Jeon Jungkook (he/him) have you inhaling sharply before dutifully clicking the camera on. Your face appears on screen, nearly lost in the now overwhelming sea of faces. You’re one of the last ones to turn your camera on, both pages of your zoom meeting participant windows filled with the contrasting images of your classmates joining from their bedrooms. The professor claps in delight, and finally dives into the mandatory first day of classes spiel.

Syllabuses, group work, asynchronous lectures. You’ve heard these words all before, have practically memorized this class’s syllabus like the back of your hand. The pros of being an overachiever. The cons are, however, that you think every question your classmates ask is stupid. Read the syllabus, you want to scream. But it’s the first day of class. You don’t even know who your assigned study group partners (as mentioned in the syllabus) are and you certainly don’t want them to dislike you so soon. They can do that after the third meeting, but not today.

You’re not entirely surprised when your attention drifts away from the professor and the endless sea of stupid questions he’s left to answer. Even when you realize you’ve stopped paying attention, you don’t bother forcing yourself to tune back in. No, instead your focus drifts across the windows of faces.

Some of your classmates are as bored as you, glaring at the screen with disinterest, or glancing off to the side probably at their phones. So you start looking at their rooms, analyzing their decorations and posters as if you’re a professional critic on some house design show.

Jeon Jungkook (he/him) is in a rather plain dorm room. Plain light gray walls— or maybe it’s white —free of decoration. He’s sitting at the provided desk, just like you. The only reason you focus on that is because there’s a multitude of your classmates lazily sprawled across their beds, slumped over a couch. Hardly anyone is sitting at attention like you. Well, except for Jeon Jungkook (he/him). He’s practically exposing the entirety of his living accommodation with the way his camera is set up.

Above eye level, reaching just below his chest, with the room all laid out before you. A neat twin bed, sheets meticulously made. It almost looks like the decorative set at a furniture store with the way the comforter and variety of pillows are placed. He doesn’t seem to be in the crappy dorms you remember, which leaves you wondering where exactly he’s been assigned. You know certain sports clubs get fancier dormitories. Anyway, there’s a door off the side of the bed, a black guitar standing in the corner just behind it. You wonder what’s behind the camera, if maybe his desk is as organized as the rest of his room. Maybe his closet is his weakness, you muse, imagining poor Jeon Jungkook (he/him) with a tornado of a closet. But the thought doesn’t make that much sense, so you discard it quickly.

Anyway, his dorm room. It’s neat and orderly, makes you tilt your head curiously as he swivels from side to side before you. As for himself, he’s dressed in a plain white sweater, hoodie strings perfectly even. His hair has long since fallen over his forehead, but he’s pushed it over this time in a fluffy side part. He was adorably soft.

He’s paying attention to the professor like he genuinely treasures every word that comes off his tongue, nodding along understandingly. He’s even got a pencil in hand, leaning forward every few seconds to scribble something down hurriedly. Not like this is all on the syllabus or anything, you think.

But as soon as the thought crosses your mind, it’s dispelled just as fast. He’s only trying to be a good student, you scold yourself, feeling oddly mean for wanting to make fun of this sweet boy. Especially when he raises his hand a second later and asks the first good question of the day. Something about the grading scale for group projects and how much is determined by the group members themselves. You’re not too sure, the words get a little fuzzy when he starts speaking and his pink lips pull down into an endearing pout.

A couple minutes later and your professor finally wraps up the questions, telling everyone to email him if any other questions arise throughout the semester. Just as you’re sighing in relief, he utters those dreaded words: “Ice-breakers!” he exclaims, and the whole class grimaces, much to his amusement. He says something about feeling the excitement through the screen, but then changes gears. “Since it’s a little hard to talk to your neighbor, I’m going to test out the Breakout Rooms and see how that works, okay guys?”

You frown. Breakout Rooms? What on earth was that? Like most of your classmates, this is pretty much your first rodeo with the Zoom application. He was sending you all into small groups, where? The answer presents itself a few seconds later, a message box appearing on your screen.

The host is inviting you to join a Breakout Room: Group 4

Your professor is still chattering in the background when you nervously accept the invitation, his voice suddenly cut off as your computer jumps to a new loading screen. It takes a while before you’re suddenly dumped into a new room. And then you’re staring at your own face, blown up on your own screen in a rather uncomfortable way. Jeez, did you really look like this?

As soon as you get to picking at your appearance, your mirrored reflection jumps to the side, once, then twice more to fit the three new guests in your room. Silence fills your bedroom as you and your classmates all stare at each other nervously for a couple seconds, unsure of what to say. This was, after all, your first meeting.

Just as you’ve gathered all your courage to click your microphone on, the screen jumps around once more and suddenly Jeon Jungkook (he/him) is in your Breakout Room. Immediately, his surprised face melts into the most reassuring grin you’ve ever seen, and he’s practically jumping forward to turn his mic on.

“Good morning, everyone,” he says, smooth and low. It’s like the awkward tension melts away under the pressure of his pretty smile, your classmates responding back with polite hellos and good mornings to him. You barely get yours in before Jeon Jungkook (he/him) starts talking again. “So… how are you guys?”

His words, sweet and caring as they are, send the five of you into a rather mindless conversation. Talking about nothing really, just whatever comes to mind about the class, about the semester, about the remote learning. Then Jungkook— “just Jungkook is fine!” he tells the other four of you with that same too pure look on his face after someone refers to him by his whole name —starts talking about some movie he had seen on Netflix the other day, something his friend recommended to him. Truthfully, you have zero interest in the type of plot he is describing, and you can tell some of the other people in your group don’t either. But he’s absorbed in his storytelling, features lit up as he details every last plot point of the film like his life depends on it. There’s a wordless agreement to let him ramble on.

By the time Jungkook has finished his novella recapture of whatever movie he was talking about, a green message bubble appears at the top of your screen. It’s a message from your professor, who is telling you the small group meeting will end in a few more minutes.

“Aw, that sucks,” Jungkook laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly. And then, “oh! We haven’t answered our icebreaker question yet!”

Ah, yes. The reason for this small group was to get to know each other, not for Jungkook to recount an entire two hour movie for you all. “Oh, right,” you agree, probably the first words you’ve said in the past five minutes. You navigate to the chat box, where your professor had hastily dumped the question before sending you all off. “What’s one thing you miss most about being on campus?” you read aloud, glancing back at the screen.

Your group mates are all in various states of blissful comfort, the gaps of their nervousness smoothed over by Jungkook’s bubbly personality, and the hesitation they’d shown at the beginning is practically gone. Someone steps forward and says something about the campus dining hall. Jungkook laughs, loud and airy, claps his hands all cute too. Someone else says the library because it was a good place to study. There’s a lull and you jump in quickly. “I think I’ll miss the couches by the gym in the student center the most,” you confess, though you doubt anyone knows which ones you mean. They were a set of brightly colored couches tucked into a cranny behind the Starbucks just outside the campus gym, avidly avoided by the gym rats who were determined to ignore the sugary drinks and snacks.

Apparently, the hiding spot isn’t as secretive as you thought. “Oh, the ones by the Starbucks?” Jungkook exclaims, excitedly looking at his screen. You have this fluttery feeling that he’s looking at you for the first time. You nod, and he quite positively beams. “I love those!”

“Yeah, I spend a lot of time there,” you say, though it’s a little stilted because you’re not exactly sure how you’re supposed to react to Jungkook’s enthusiasm. Though his outgoing personality cloaks you in comfort, his pretty smile has your heartbeat acting a little funny.

Jungkook’s got these huge eyes, blinking owlishly at you. “Really? So do I!” And then you both seem to have the same realization. His head tilts to the side cutely, an amused smile on his face, “I’ve never seen you there.”

“I’ve never seen you there,” you shoot back, a little snarkier than necessary, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice. His smile turns goofy.

“Woah,” he says in a rather dreamy tone, “isn’t that so cool? We spent so much time in the same place, but never crossed paths before,” he babbles. He’s stopped looking at his computer, leaning back in a sort of dazed manner with this sparkly look to his eyes, much to everyone’s amusement. Except yours, because frankly, it sounds a little bit like he’s describing— “fate!” he says suddenly, like it’s truly an aha! moment. He pauses, taps his finger against his chin. “Or anti-fate? I’m not sure. But it’s like— we could’ve met so many times before and we didn’t.” Doe eyes return to the screen, flickering around until they presumably land on you again. “What do you think, __?”

And he’s just so cute, makes the rigid shield around your chest soften for the slightest moment as you nod meekly. “Uhh, yeah. Fate,” you agree, and then get to hear him laugh and giggle for about three seconds before you’re suddenly thrown back into the larger Zoom meeting.

Weirdly flustered, you hurriedly click your microphone back off, and nearly contemplate the camera too. But then the professor is asking you all to share what you talked about and you’re resigning yourself to a few more minutes of screen time while the class wraps up. By the looks of it, not everyone had as an enjoyable time as you did. Part of you is thankful you didn’t get stuck in an awkward small group. The other part recognizes wholeheartedly that it’s all thanks to one smiley boy at the bottom of your screen.

“And group 4?” the professor asks, and you blink yourself back into attention. Before you can unmute yourself and answer for your group, Jungkook is beating you to it.

“We talked about a lot of things,” Jungkook answers cheerfully. From your view, you get a front row seat to the sheer power of Jungkook’s magnetic personality, watching as all your listless classmates suddenly snap back from their daydreams to zero in on whatever Jungkook is saying. He fills in the professor about what you talked about, from the movies to the couches, and you feel weirdly mushy when his eyes flicker across the screen before settling with a soft smile.

He can’t possibly be looking at me, you tell yourself. Your hand jerks forward to turn the camera off, but in your haste, end up knocking down the water bottle on your desk. You scramble to straighten it, thanking the universe for the fact you actually remembered to screw on the cap. You glance back at the screen, and nearly die when you catch sight of a giggly Jungkook, smile hidden behind an adorable sweater paw as he laughs at something on screen. Oh no, was he looking at me? you panic.

“Alright, everyone,” your professor says in that “I’m about to wrap this class up” voice. Too close to the screen, voice a little too loud. “Good meeting today, I’ll see you all again on Wednesday. Stay safe.”

“Bye!” Jungkook sings sweetly, and everyone else follows as they all bid adieu to the professor. Still a little frazzled from the possibility that Jungkook may have watched you flail around like a total loser, you take a second longer to turn your mic on. Your classmates quickly leave the meeting, leaving only a few stragglers until the very end.

Surprisingly, Jungkook is here too, brown eyes focused on the screen. You unmute yourself. “Um,” you stammer, eyes unwillingly flickering over to Jungkook who smiles at the sound of your voice. “Goodbye. Thank you,” you rush out, and then quickly leave the meeting as well.

With the meeting over, you’re left staring at the home page of the Zoom app, heart beating a little too fast to be normal. Your face feels warm, and your fingers tremble from some unfamiliar, giddy feeling in your chest. You exhale slowly, hand coming up to rub at your chin as if that will somehow explain the weird excitement from your Zoom meeting. Maybe it was just adrenaline, or nervousness, you try to convince yourself. After all, the first day of classes is always nerve-wracking.

Except when you navigate to your class page and begin to mindlessly scroll through the class roster, there’s a weird stutter to your heartbeat when you catch sight of that Jeon Jungkook (he/him) that appears halfway down the list.

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euphoricsunflowers · 3 years

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calling you daddy — monsta x

scenario: they ask about your kinks and you ask them to call you daddy

a/n: this is written with a fem reader in mind but is not strictly fem reader as no pronouns or anything is mentioned.

a/n: was this a request? nope tbh this was written for myself bc i’m sick and tired of seeing people call these men daddy so uh pls enjoy

word count: 2k

content: sub!monsta x, dom!reader, daddy kink obviously ajshdhs, minhyuk is kinda bratty? kinda??, lots of teasing and begging, mentions of consent and stuff

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son hyunwoo/shownu:

he falls silent. he doesn’t know what to say in the slightest. he worries that he might hurt your feelings or say something out of line, but it just stuns him, “you don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable with that, bear. your consent is just as important,” you say.

but see that’s half of what’s stunning him. he’s not exactly uncomfortable with that. shownu’s nature is pleasing you, he doesn’t mind filling any role or position for you, this was just a little more intense than that.

“you know what? just forget we had this conversation. i don’t want you to feel pressured, and it’s not a big deal, okay?” you say.

but the idea lingers in his head whether or not you want it to. as the days go by, his mind wanders, and while it may not exactly be what he’d be into, he’s not against doing it for you.

as you manhandle him a little bit, he says it softly, “ah, daddy-,” it’s even more embarrassing than he imagined, and his cheeks and ears are flushed and hot, but when he says it, softly under his breath, just whispering it out to test the waters, he sees your shock and then your small little smirk.

“now that i know what it sounds like to hear you say that, and what that does to me,” you say, sneaking your hands under his shirt and letting them wander, playing with his chest a bit, “i don’t think it’s a good idea to say that if you wanna make it out of this bedroom spotless and in one piece.”

he blushes even more, a little shy and hesitant, but he likes having this kind of effect on you, so that may not be the last time he says it. besides, who says he cares if he makes it out in one piece? and spotless? his neck and chest and thighs were too clean anyway.

lee hoseok/wonho:

it was in the middle of you riding him, his wrists bound above his head with a rope that made his skin look so pretty against it. he’s already cum once, but you’re not stopping until you do, and he’s trying to keep himself together. your hands roughly playing with his chest is overstimulating and he’s overwhelmed. he pleads for mercy aimlessly, almost thoughtlessly.

but then, “if you’re gonna beg, call me daddy,” you murmur. he’s not even sure he hears you right when you say it. he looks at you with wide eyes, and he assumed he did because of the way you act. he knows he could stop you at any time because you’re very clear on consent and it’s not like this was completely out of left field considering how you’re already always in charge in the bedroom. he was just stunned.

and while he’s a little bit stunned, he also won’t deny that it is a little bit hot.

so he does, “please, daddy, it’s so much- i- i can’t handle it.”

he sees your smile, with just a drop of sadism behind the curl of your lip, “just a little more, baby, i’m close. you make daddy feel so good,” he gets so excited by the praise that he attempts to stick it out, forever still the man that just wants to make you happy and please you.

he forgets about himself and his own body for a moment when he feels your body tense up around him and you hold onto his chest as you orgasm, using him to get the most out of it before you slow down to a halt.

your heavy breathes and sweet nothings whispered in his ear are heavenly.

lee minhyuk:

“really? you’re into that? i honestly thought it would be the other way around.”

taken aback, you ask, “really? what gave you that impression?”

“idk, you don’t have this aura of dominance, so i didn’t really assume that was your thing.”

“is that- is that okay with you?”

he gets closer, teasing in the way he wants to make you shy, “you seem pretty bashful for someone who just asked to be called daddy in the bedroom.”

“minhyuk-,”

he rolls his eyes, obviously trying to get a rise out of you, “come on, i don’t even know if you have it in you.”

and something about his careless, taunting tone sets something off inside you, like he was challenging you. but it’s a challenge you take on when you approach him. your touch is softer, lighter than he imagined. he thought you would be lit aflame with a need to prove yourself to him. but you lean in to press a kiss on his neck and your wandering hands settle on his hips.

you’re gentle with him initially, yet he melts a little bit when one hand tightens and another begins to unbutton his shirt, giving your mouth access to his chest.

you push him onto the couch, straddling him and using a hand to hold both of his arms above his head, when you pull back, he looks dazed and needy, all those teasing smirks having faded off his features, “why are you so affected? i thought i didn’t even have it in me,” you say with a smirk this time.

he breathes heavily, “y/n- please-”

“oh please, that’s not my name anymore, min.”

yoo kihyun:

“you want me to what?!” his voice is randomly high pitched, loud, almost like he’s nervous or scared.

despite that anxious feeling you’re feeling too, you try to stay calm, “i understand if you’re uncomfortable by it, but you asked about my kinks, kihyun.”

“yeah i know- i just- i wasn’t expecting that- really? you’re not messing with me? that’s really what you want?” he looks exasperated.

“yes. i really want you to call me daddy.”

he goes silent, trying to comprehend in his head what the hell was going on and what he was going to do and why the more he thinks about it, the less vehemently against it he becomes. and he had spent the entire relationship making it clear that he cared about what you wanted (because he does) and it’s not like… he hates the idea of it, but it’s just so out there to him that he can’t even fathom or imagine it.

he asks for a few days just to think about it, and though the awkwardness lingers in the air, by the fourth day, it seems like you had mostly forgotten about it or at least it didn’t seem to be on your mind. he spends those days really thinking, trying to imagine what it would be like, why you would even want that.

but the next time you’re together alone, your hands and lips are on him and he experimentally says it, “daddy, please.”

the whiny, begging voice, coupled with the word, leave you stunned. you pull back with wide eyes, and he felt so embarrassed and shameful with your eyes on him like that, but then you pulled him back into you and kissed him with a certain kind of feverish desperation that made his knees weak.

chae hyungwon:

his reaction is oddly pretty calm. he asked about what you were into, and you told him. maybe he was expect something a little different, but to be honest, he knew you liked to be in control, and he usually just went along with it. he didn’t mind it especially because you always made sure you both felt good and that was all that matters. that and he kinda likes being told what to do.

so it doesn’t exactly surprise him, especially when you add, “but only in a sexual context! i don’t need you to say it all the time.”

“good because there’s no way in hell i’m calling you daddy in front of my friends,” he can see the thoughts behind your eyes wanting to take up that challenge, but he decides to ignore it, “as far as they’re concerned, i’m daddy.”

“sure, wonnie. sure,” you say dismissively, before looking back at him, “are you actually okay with it though? i know it’s… weird.”

“it wasn’t what i was expecting, but if that’s what you want, then i’ll do it.”

and as soon as you’ve got him under you, with kisses and marks trailing down his neck and chest, leaving him helplessly turned on and horny, he says it so naturally, you wonder if he even thought to do it. but whether or not he’s doing this solely for you, or because he might have found it a little hot, is between him and himself, “ahh, daddy, please- be gentle with me- i have a photoshoot in the morning- oh my god that feels so good please daddy don’t stop-”

lee jooheon:

he likes the idea of it when you mention it, he just gets kinda shy, “do you- do you really want me to call you that?”

you come closer, holding his hand and rubbing your thumb against it in a comforting manner, “yeah, i really like the idea of it. if you’re not completely against it, i’d be really happy if we could try it.”

“it’s not… the worst thing you could have told me you were into,” he laughs as your hand starts to massage his thigh instead, “we can try it. i'll tell you if we need to stop, but i think it’ll be okay.”

“good, i’m glad you’re reacting this way, honey,” you murmur as you kiss him, and he smiles, which, even if it makes the kiss a little awkward, is really cute, “sweetheart,” you whisper as you pull away, “can you say it? i just wanna hear you say it.”

your hands wander his skin nervously, he can tell you’re worried about him being uncomfortable, “ahh, d-daddy, please touch me more,” he whines, and he’s never been more compelling before, but somehow the use of that word really makes you want to give in and give him anything he wants, “please touch me.”

your hand falls a little lower upon his request, and he groans lightly, pulling you a little closer, “you’re perfect, baby, so pretty.”

“ahh, please,” he huffs, clearly growing shy with the praise, but it’s obvious he really likes it, so you touch him more and whisper sweet words into his ear with a kiss, “oh- oh my- daddy- please i-”

“you’re so cute, sweetie pie, especially when you’re feeling good, you look so pretty and content. it’s my favorite sight,” you say adoringly, looking at him with the biggest heart eyes.

“wow, i didn’t expect to like this this much but-“ he whispers, “-i kinda love it.”

im changkyun/i.m:

he doesn’t react much when you say it, making you wonder if he was uncomfortable or not into it, but in any case, you assume it’s going to be forgotten in a few days and there would be nothing to worry about.

until he’s trying to get you to play with him and you’re trying to work. he can’t deny that he gets horny easily and you’re right there! he tries to tease in an way he can think possible, but to no avail. you’re still just sitting there, typing away on your laptop.

“just another thirty minutes, and then im all yours, baby,” you murmur to him, and he pouts subconsciously out of frustration.

he gets an idea, and i’m sure you know what it is.

“alright, you’re busy and i respect that. i guess i’ll just leave you be and go play by myself, daddy,” he giggles when you look over at him for the first time in this encounter and then he walks away.

as he sits on the bed in your bedroom, he awaits the sound of your footsteps, knowing he’s won. the door opens, and you walk in too casually, enough to make him suspicious, until he’s pulled onto your lap with your lips on his shoulder. your hands sneak under his hoodie, and his hands brace himself on your shoulders for stability, “ah- y/n-”

“baby, i did not set aside my work that’s due tomorrow morning to come fuck your brains out just for you to call me that,” he shivers, so incredibly turned on, “try again.”

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