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messierthanthou · 2 months

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Took me longer than expected but here! You and Tangerine are stuck in the snow in a car on the way to a job, and you have to keep warm somehow, hehe

What to expect: Some very slight dirty talk eventually, some fingering and some jerking him off, no p in v because there's simply not room for it in the car sadly! Saving that for another time ;)

3.6k words, whoopsie

Cold, Warm, Hot

Outside the wind whistles and the snow whips around your car in a furious flurry of impenetrable white. The tires lost their grip on the road once you hit a sheet of black ice on the unkempt backroads that was supposed to lead you to your next target; some rich asshole who crossed the wrong kind of people to make even more billions than he can spend in his now short life.

But that doesn’t matter right now, what matters is the fact that you and Tangerine are stuck in the snow a dozen miles from civilization, and with what little cell reception you two have here, Tangerine managed to call for a tow truck. Which will arrive in about 12 hours or so.

“Now, I’m not one to lose my shit over something this trivial, but I told you, bad stuff happens when you split up the team,” Tangerine says, referring of course to the fact that Lemon isn’t here.

Lemon is already up ahead, probably sitting warm and cozy in the cabin you rented as a meeting place and base of operations for this trip. And Tangerine seems to think it’s bad luck whenever he and Lemon are separated for too long, and you shake your head at their codependency.

Tangerine gives the wheels another spin, trying time and time again to become unstuck, but…

“Would you stop that? You’re only digging us deeper into the snow,” you say with just a slight roll of your eyes.

“Fine, but you can’t say that I didn’t try.” And he turns off the engine.

“What are you doing? We’re gonna freeze to death in here without the heat on!” You reach for the car keys to turn them but he’s faster and pulls them out of the ignition.

“So you’d want us to be unable to drive when we eventually get out of this heaping pile of snow? We get pulled out by the tow truck, then we can’t go anywhere because we’re either out of gas or the battery’s dead.”

“Then what do you propose we do?” you ask, exasperated.

“Get cozy; you’re under so many layers over there, surely you’ll survive a short night out in the cold like this.” He gestures to you and your perhaps too many layers of clothes, but you were always one to get cold easily, so it only made sense to dress up proper for the occasion.

“Yeah, well, what about you?”

Tangerine is wearing his usual gingham patterned overcoat and a cashmere scarf because fashion matters more than functionality to this man.

“A little cold won’t hurt me, darlin’, I’m thick skinned.”

“Thick in the head if you think that little getup will keep you warm throughout the night.”

“You’re right, why don’t we snuggle up on the backseat and keep each other warm, huh? Bet you’d like that.”

Heat rises to your face at that, but you’re thankfully not one to blush at something so innocent. No matter how much you’d actually be into the idea of snuggling up with someone as incredibly handsome and occasionally charming as Tangerine. He teases, of course, but there’s something to his grin and a shine in his eyes that might indicate he wouldn’t say no if you said yes.

But you don’t.

“No, I'll be fine over here, getting cozy underneath my too many layers.”

And he acts like it was a joke, but for a moment, just a second, there’s something about the fall in his broad shoulders that tells you he wanted you to say yes to the proposition.

“Suit yourself.”

It wouldn’t be the first time he’d asked you in a jestering manner to become physical with him, and he keeps being a good sport about it even when you say no again and again. And every time you hate yourself a little more, but someone has to have a moral code and keep the distance required in a profession such as yours. Can’t get too close to anyone or their inevitable death will break you down. Stay cool, stay calm, stay collected.

He doesn’t speak much after that as the two of you sit in the dark, the cold creeping in on you both, but you barely feel it through your thick winter coat, sweater, thermal underwear, and the couple of stockings beneath your slacks.

But he is quick to start shivering. He stays tough and stoic, trying not to let it show, arms crossed and head buried in his scarf, but you can hear it in his breathing, the way it shivers with every exhale, and you feel bad for the idiot who decided to wear that outfit that makes your heart flutter.

Minutes go by where you have to listen to his teeth chattering, the stubborn fool still not turning on the engine to keep you both heated, and eventually you give in.

“Get in the backseat,” you say and start undoing your coat.

“What? Why? What’d I do? What are you doing?” He asks too many questions sometimes.

“We’re gonna do what you suggested, snuggle up to keep you warm. If you fall sick on this trip I’ll never hear the end of it from Lemon. So crawl on back there.”

You’ve been told in the past that you can be “bossy” which is usually just a euphemism for “I don’t want to take orders from a woman,” but Tangerine would never say or act like that, so he does as you say and climb between the front seats and into the back of this not-that-spacious car, and you follow.

“So. What now?” he asks as you sit hip to hip and your heart beats faster.

You had sort of hoped he’d decline the offer, act like a big, tough man who can handle it on his own, but he seems almost… eager for this. Like it’s something he’s been waiting for for a while.

“Open up your coat,” you say as you take off yours.

“Oh are we finally doing this? No more will they won’t they?” he jokes again, but there’s not much of a smile beneath that stupidly attractive mustache.

Perhaps he’s suddenly worried about catching feelings like you are, maybe he doesn’t actually want to but has a hard time saying no to you, or it could be that he’s holding back. You can’t figure out which is more likely at this moment.

“No, we’re just going to lay down here on the backseat together. Body heat, as you may know, is best shared when you’re close to one another, so I will do my best to sort of… lie down next to you, and we’ll use my coat as a blanket to shield us from the cold.”

Silence fills the room and through the dark you can barely tell what his face looks like, and you wouldn’t start to guess if he’s interested in the idea of lying with you or the idea of survival.

“Is that okay with you?” you ask and finally he moves as he nods.

“Yeah, yeah makes perfect sense, body heat and all that, sure.” Tangerine is quick to unbutton his coat and does his best to lie down on the backseat without taking up too much space.

And so you lay down next to him, face to face on your sides as it’s pretty cramped in here.

“Like this?” he asks and his voice has never been this close to you before.

“Maybe if we got closer we’d be more comfortable?”

“Sure.”

With him against the backrest of the seat, it is up to you to inch closer and closer till your bodies are pressed against each other, you can feel his rapid heartbeat and practically taste his intoxicating cologne. You’re about half a head shorter than him, but you’re lying up high enough to feel his breath tingle across your lips. He has stopped shivering.

But now you are just this close to trembling. You’re of course no damsel in distress, far from it, but as heat gathers between you and him, eyes locked together, you sigh.

“You ok?” he asks tenderly without a nervous waver to his tone, but you fret a little that if you speak, your voice might not be as steady.

“Mhm,” you hum out and give only the slightest of nods.

“This ok with you? You comfortable?”

If anything you’re too comfortable, and wish he’d stop being so randomly nice to you; it’s a rare side to him you’ve seen only a few times, and he’ll always deny it later on.

“Y-yeah,” you say and curse yourself internally for that slight stutter.

“Is it okay if I put my hand here?”

His strong and firm hand lands on your waist and it doesn’t even take a second for sparks to ignite and fly straight to your cunt as it starts throbbing ever so slightly.

“Yeah that’s… that’s fine.”

You don’t get tenderly touched often in this job; the only time you are ever physical with somebody is either during active combat or training, and never have you been this close to Tangerine, and it’s as if this warmth and gentleness is the key that unlocks the door to this hidden chamber in your mind, body and soul that you’ve fought to keep closed.

Your eyes close and you try to shut the door again, distancing yourself from the situation at hand, pretending not to notice how broad shouldered he is, his strong chest, his heated presence, that hand and the fact that you’re tingling all over and your pussy is drenched with lust for this brit.

Can he feel your heart beating too? Your quickened breath, your trembling legs, your heat.

Unfortunately you want him. You’ve never wanted anyone this bad before and it pains you. Stay cool, stay calm, stay collected. Your mantra. The one thing that has kept you at bay for so long is your devotion to being a goddamn professional, but this? This is far from that.

You wish he’d kiss you, touch you skin to skin. That he’d move his hand down, far down, beneath your pants and stockings and panties. Wish he’d run his fingers across your clit, massage it before slipping in between your soaking lips and down to finger your needy hole, preparing you for his cock to enter. With your eyes still closed you can easily imagine it all happening, and the heat between your thighs intensifies, building up.

“Hey,” he whispers, bringing you back from the fantasy and your eyes flutter open to catch how the moon shines in through the window, illuminating his all too close face and those incredible ocean eyes staring at you.

Then it happens. Your brain can barely register it but your body for sure can as he kisses you and you moan into the embrace. It’s a kind kiss, a gentle one - the type that tests the waters to see if what he’s doing is okay, and when he moves away again you miss it dearly and immediately.

He looks at you, perhaps waiting for a response, a reaction, waiting for you to say no and break his bleeding heart. But you don’t. Instead, you grab his face and pull it back into a deep and passionate kiss, and for just a moment you feel all the tension leave his body as he might realize that you do want this, too- oh God you’re on fire.

And it’s as if he can sense it as he presses his lips harder against yours as if this is all he’s ever wanted to do in life. He could have anyone but he wants you.

His hand on your waist tightens its grip, squeezing you through the shirt. Your hands run into his hair, around his neck and he groans into your kiss.

It doesn’t take long before you feel his cock growing hard beneath the fabric of his pants, and you don’t wait to grind against it with fervor, making him turn his head to hiss and groan out in pleasure. The breath of air is welcome, for his kiss suffocates you in the most delicious manner, making you forget to breathe in his presence.

The hand on your waist moves beneath the shirt and up your back, his touch is searing hot and you want nothing more than all of it everywhere. But you both understand that you can’t exactly get naked right here and now, it’d be too cold and there’s too little space to get properly into it all.

Yet that doesn’t mean either of you are going to stop.

He brings his hand up from beneath your shirt, grabs your wrist, kisses your hand and your palm almost too lovingly, then guides it down. Your eyes stay locked together, lips inches apart as you breathe the same air, as he brings your palm against his impressive bulge, and his eyelids lower at the pressure you put against it.

His forehead meets yours as his eyes close when you rub up against him and you can easily feel every inch of his throbbing cock that you wish would fuck you senseless.

But the best you can hope for right now is to feel it in the flesh, so you reach down with your other hand and start undoing his belt, but shock hits you like a brick when he stops you, and for a moment you doubt everything, until he’s quick to say-

“No, no no no, you first, love.”

It’s always been darlin’ or honey, but never love, and perhaps it is a bit too soon for that, but you feel your entire body tremble at the word anyways.

You are speechless as he then reaches down to undo the button of your pants, let the zipper run down, and when the tips of his fingers start to dig beneath the waistband of your too many layers, you close your eyes in anticipation.

And the relief is glorious when his index finger and middle finger smooth across your clit, letting go of some of that white hot tension that has been building up for what feels like hours, but are in fact only mere minutes.

“God,” you sigh, and you feel Tangerine huff a breathy laugh against your skin.

“Just Tangerine, dear.”

He starts drawing small, short and quick circles with your clit, massaging it just like you had hoped he would and oh he’s done this before, much to the benefit and joy of you right here, right now. You moan out in ecstasy and grip at his muscular arm in a need to stabilize yourself before you drift off to a sea of lust.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper and he doesn’t kiss you, but you can feel him staring at your knit brow and wide parted lips.

It is phenomenal, but it’s not enough.

“I want you… inside of me…” you whisper against his lips.

“Happily.”

And so without hesitation, he moves his fingers further down at an almost eager pace, but you are as enthused as he is, so it does not bother you at all. In fact you are beyond thrilled when his thick, strong fingers enter your slick, throbbing pussy, and as he immediately starts thrusting in and out as best as he can despite the restrictions, you thank God for the fact that you’re out in the middle of nowhere as you practically scream out in joy.

“Oh God, oh fuck, ahh!”

With every thrust of his fingers heat builds in you, coursing through your body, your thighs quivering and quaking, making you breathless. And when he kisses you it consumes everything as his tongue dances with yours while he fucks you thoroughly and passionately.

You’re so close to cumming that it would be irritating under normal circumstances, but right now everything is magic, so you don’t mind the wait for release that your vibrator usually brings you to that now Tangerine does instead.

And when he starts using the base of his palm to massage your clit in rhythm with his fingers entering you, you cry out in pure ecstasy as you cum possibly harder than you have in years, tearing your lips from his as you need all the air your lungs can muster. While you would never admit it due to how cheesy it sounds, it feels like fireworks in your cunt and gut exploding and lighting up your entire body, and you understand why orgasms are called “little deaths” because you could die happy right now as you slowly come down from your high and regain consciousness proper after what felt like a minutes long orgasm.

“My my,” Tangerine whispers against your jaw as he kisses it gently. “What a spectacular show.”

“You should try being me,” you say, breathlessly with a slight smile.

“To be honest that sounds like a pleasure, you phenomenal woman.”

You hum as you kiss the charmer, and when he pulls his fingers out you feel empty inside like never before. He sucks his fingers clean of you and it sends sparks through you to witness.

“Maybe next time I can try the real deal,” he suggests, implying that he’s more than willing to eat you out.

“Oh there’s gonna be a next time?” You laugh a little, because obviously, there’s no way you’ve had enough after just a taste of him.

“Oh there’s gonna be a next time,” he repeats assuredly, and he leans in to whisper in your ear, “I want my cock in your pussy so bad, I’ll fuck you into oblivion, make you cry out my name, my real name some day, and I’ll fucking ruin every other man that will come after me, because love, you’ll never have better than me.”

You practically moan at this promise, and pull him into a rough and electric kiss, whispering. “You cocky son of a bitch, let’s hope you’re good at keeping your promises.”

“Speaking of promises, I think you owe me one right now.”

“Happily.”

You’re not slow to undo his belt, and perhaps it is pure luck that you get it off so easily, but you won’t complain about it when you run the zipper down, and he groans out as you reach beneath the waistband and pull his cock out the best you can in this cramped space.

“Mmmm, quite big, aren’t you?” you tease as you get a proper feel of his girthy, lengthy cock.

“Never had any complaints.”

“I can feel why, God I want you inside of me. In my pussy. In my mouth.”

“If there was space I’d shove it so far up your cunt I’d be rearranging your guts.”

You moan a little with him at that thought.

“Next time.” And you start jerking him off, slowly at first, from the very base and all the way to the tip of his dick, letting your hand get wet with his precum before smearing it all over his length as you travel down again. You continue this rhythm for about half a minute or so, ensuring it won’t be a too dry experience for him, but the way his hips buck forward and his breathing becomes elevated, you’d guess you’re doing a proper job of it.

And if you had any doubts, they all go away when he grunts out-

“Fuck, love, that’s it, keep going…”

His hand grabs your ass as if it is the one thing that keeps him grounded in this moment of dear tenderness. And while he seems to enjoy the slow rhythm, when you eventually speed up he curses even more in a growl-

“Yes- fuck, shit, ah-”

He brings both his hands up to grab your face, kisses you and tongue fucks your mouth like it’s a promise, one he’ll keep, about all the things he’ll do to you that words can’t explain, but actions do speak the loudest.

And your actions seem to do the trick, for the faster you go, the louder he gets and it thrills you beyond anything to hear how vocal he is in his pleasure that you are granting him, and when he cums it is with choked grunts as he presses his forehead against yours and his eyes close up tight.

In your grip you feel how his cock pulsates and his entire body trembles in ecstasy, till he goes completely still and mostly limp in your hand, but still there’s some stiffness that says he could easily go a second round, and that intrigues you for future references, because you could definitely go again, too.

After nearly a minute of huffing for air, he speaks, “Bloody hell, love, that was… fantastic.”

“Hmm likewise,” you muse and kiss him which he welcomes.

A couple of minutes pass in silence as you both catch you breath, when a thought strikes you.

“What… what are we gonna tell Lemon?”

“Oh abso-fucking-lutely nothing!”

“What, really? You’re ok with keeping this a secret from your brother, of all people?”

“Yes! He’ll get all smug and say shit like told you so.”

“Oh? He predicted this?” You grin a little.

“Well not this exact situation, but yes, I may have told him how I find you so attractive, and he might have told me you feel the same sort of attraction to me.”

“And how did he know that?”

“You know Lemon, he’s stupidly amazing at reading people, so it might have been obvious to him.”

“And you don’t think it’ll be just as obvious to him that we practically fucked?”

There’s a moment of quiet as Tangerine considers the outcome of this, then-

“Ah shit.”

Because yes, Lemon will absolutely know.

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lovebeatriceplz · 3 months

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✧ Late night conversations ✧

Finnick x Fem!reader

You twist and then turn, squeezing your eyes tighter. Maybe if you could fake it you'd eventually fall asleep. After adjusting your hard pillow again, and a few more twist and turns you jump out of the bed in frustration.

The quarter quell and the rebellion has been a big adjustment to you. District 13 being an even bigger one. Of course no one knew that. You had a reputation, always staying strong for everyone else, always quick thinking and on your feet, always solving problems... that's what people knew you as. There is always one person, just one person who can't seem to mind their own business, who always seems to know what's really going. And to be honest, you needed that right now. Someone who would allow you to rest for a moment and be vulnerable, someone like Finnick.

Finnick! Before your mind processes anything your feet are moving, walking with uncertainty at first, then a light jog, then your zipping through the doors, hallway to hallway. Where the hell is he? When you actually need him you can't find him. You stop running and you walk around aimlessly, restless. You come across a room that you don't remember seeing. You slowly peek your head through and a light chuckle catches your attention. "Don't princesses need their beauty sleep" Finnick says playfully, his voice filling up the empty room.

Your eyes dart across the room, it looks really old, but very spacious, like it used to have different levels. Finnicks eyes follow yours "it used to be a library". "A library?" You say as you sub - consciously walk towards him. "Yup" he replies, scooting over, giving you space to sit beside him. "So....what exactly are you doing here, so late" you ask him. "I could ask you the same thing" he says with a chuckle, though it lacked his usual humourous charm, he looks tired. You don't respond, you look anywhere but at him, scared that he might be able to tell what's going on in your head. "Look at me" the sudden urgency in his tone startles you and you refuse to comply. "I know why your here, can't sleep? Needed someone to talk to?" His speech goes back to the soft tone your used to. "Yeah.." you muster out. He shifts closer to you until he's satisfied with your proximity, your knees touching, directly infront of each other. "Me too" he says quietly. You're not surprised "nightmares?" Hoping that you weren't crossing any boundaries by asking. "No actually" he replies "just too much things to think about, my mind can't rest, so neither can i" he responds with a sigh. "I'm guessing that's happening to you too?" He says it like a statement and not a question which makes you feel the need to be guarded. "Um no...no no that's not why...not why I'm here i was just checking up on everyone" you reply, avoiding his gaze. What the hell were you doing? Didn't you want to be vulnerable? Isn't this why you came looking for him in the first place?.

The look that he gives you makes your heart skip a beat. "Don't you get tired of it" he says with unwavering eyes. You know you shouldn't answer, you know that once you acknowledge it there's no going back. "Tired of what?" You respond, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. His hand reaches out, fingers curling behind your ear and it sends shudder through your body. " Don't do that" your voice no more than a whisper, "don't you get tired of taking care of everyone" his fingers moves along you face, your eyes flutter close. "aren't you tired of pretending everything is fine when it's not?" His fingers now under your chin, your eyes aren't open but you can feel him moving closer. "Who are you hiding from?" A finger grazes over your lips which causes your heart to pound in your ears. You can't see but he's close, you can feel his breath and you almost believe that he's going to kiss you. "Look at me" his tone is laced with a hint of desperateness, but still, you just can't seem to do it, or face him. The warmth leaves your face as he pulls back with a sigh. You slowly open your eyes, looking over to the side. He's silent for a long time and you can't help but feel a bit guilty, wondering if you hurt his feelings. You feel his warm hand slip under yours and you look up. He's not looking at you but his fingers slowly interlock with yours and it makes you feel better.

You break the silence "do you think we'll get him back?" There it is, you're cracking, saying things you wouldn't dare allow to escape your mouth. He looks over to you. "Who?" He answers the question before you can respond "peeta?". You nod. His thumb runs over you knuckles in a comforting manner. "I mean- i hope we do" he pauses and looks at you with a slightly worried look "have you been thinking about it?" He asks. His eyes lock onto yours and you feel the walls cracking. How could you lie to this pretty face, if you weren't careful he would have you wrapped around his finger, spilling all of your little secrets to this man. "I've been thinking about everything Finnick" you admit "I'm fine though". That last part doesn't seem to reach him "thinking about everything yeah?" His gaze flickers back to your hands in his "what about me?" . You could have sworn that there was a slight waver to his voice, why was he looking down again?. A smile tugs at your lips "what? What about you?". He almost looked... offended?. "W-what about me? C'mon you know what I'm asking you, don't play dumb" his eyebrows furrowed and the frown playing on his face makes the situation funny. You shrug "i don't follow, i thought we were talking about peeta-"

He grabs you by your arms, causing a jolt of electricity to course through you. His lips are basically touching your ear and you can feel the warmth radiating off him. "You know what I'm talking about princess" his voice dropping to a low, husky sound "I'm talking about me, you said you've been thinking about everything....what about me?" His grip loosens and he pulls back to see you face. "Well have you?" This was so odd, he almost sounded like he was begging for your attention. You let out a shaky exhale "all the time" his lips curl up in smile but he quickly suppresses it. For the first time in a long time you felt open and vulnerable, but it didn't make scared. He felt it too, you could see, you could feel it. He reaches out a begins to caress your face again. He moves closer and closer, and closer. "Would you think I'm crazy...if i said i felt something for you". His voice is so raw with emotion, so unlike his cocky, teasing routine. You can't help but laugh and you bring your hands to your forehead "yes, I'd say your completely mad" leaning into his warmth until your noses are touching. He chuckles, hands sneaking around your waist "well...would you still think about me anyways?" His voice drops to a whisper. "Everyday" . His lips barely brush against yours, but none of you do anything. The tension in the room was so thick, what was he waiting for?. That's when you remember how vulnerable he's been, you can't help but feel that this finnick is the real Finnick, you can't help but wonder if he's scared. So you reassure him, moving an inch closer, and with that closing the small gap. His lips lock with yours. You feel your heart racing and blood running through your body but it felt good.He pulls you closer, until your bodies as pressed against each other. His hands interlock with you hair and your fingers curl against his chest. His lips and demeanor were gentle and slow , but the longing was there. It's crazy how this decides to happen when the world is literally at war. He breaks the kiss to catch his breath. His face flushed, and exact replica of your state.

"W-" you're cut off by him kissing you again, taking control this time. The kiss has more energy and he deepens it. You grip on to his shirt, wanting him closer. He starts to toy with the hem of your shirt as your lips move in unison. Cold fingertips slip under your shirt, tracing the skin of your bare back and giving you goosebumps all over. His tongue darts out, begging to get just a taste. And how could you refuse this Greek god of a man hm?. The kiss intensifies and you begin to feel lost in the feeling of his touch. You're the one that has to pull away this time. "What were you saying?" His breathing was heavy. "Don't leave" the only thing on your mind was him, and his lips. He smiles and pulls you into him to place a kiss on your nose. "You said you couldn't sleep right?" He says as he begins to stand up, taking you with him in the process. You nod "not a wink"

"Let's fix that"

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mrkis · 2 years

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𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 :: 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

✗a little warning, this is very long and very detailed.

✗renjuns, chenles and jisungs sections may be shorter than the others because i'm still new to writing abt them and i find it a little tricky trying to see them in such a way at the moment so i'm sorry if its shitty. @saintlyhyuck helped me out with renjuns.

✗sidenote, donghyucks section is a slight spoiler to his series i'm going to be doing lol. it gives off stalker/yandere vibes, please be cautious when reading or skip it if you're not comfortable with that!!!

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you meet mark at a café where you work and he’s never been here before, but he only came because he lost a bet and had to buy everyone drinks. mark definitely has that ‘love at first sight’ mindset going on so the second he makes brief eye contact with you? he’s immediately in awe. he’s so infatuated. he can’t stop looking at you, he’s a stuttering mess ordering the drinks. purposely sits down just to stare at you longer even though he desperately has to be somewhere.

you know exactly what’s happening by the way. it’s blatantly obvious but honestly?? you don’t mind. not only do you kinda like the attention but it’s from the most prettiest boy you have ever laid eyes on??? its a win-win situation right here.

eventually, mark does makes the first move. he literally just scribbles his number onto a napkin and leaves it open on the table hoping that you'd be the one to pick it up and not some random customer or another worker, god he really should've thought this through because now he's panicking about his number getting into the wrong hands and— never mind you called him.

you talk back and forth for a while. he even meets you during your breaks just so he sit with you and keep you company. it doesn't take long for him to feel comfortable touching you. his shoulders brush against yours, his thigh pressed against yours, his fingers linger on your arm a little longer than usual. he definitely does that fake yawn and put his arm around your shoulders manoeuvre, thinks he's so slick and cool. it doesn't take long for the both of you to share a few small kisses when he walks you home or even in the back alleyway when you go outside for some fresh air on breaks.

mark, without a doubt, wants to sleep with you now but he will not be the first to initiate anything... which leaves you in a difficult position. you have never slept with anyone. it hasn't crossed your mind. you weren't interested in having sex with anyone until you met mark. but he doesn't know that and you're far too embarrassed to admit it... until you invited him in one night (purely under innocent intent) and his lips were feverishly on yours and his hands were moving beneath your shirt.

saying he was shocked is an understatement. he has no words. probably gets a little emotional over the fact that you're basically giving him your virginity but then it dawns on him that YOU are GIVING HIM your VIRGINITY and its suddenly becomes the hottest thing ever. he's gentle with you. laying beside you on the bed as he kisses you, shyly caressing your body and calling you the most beautiful girl. the two of you for sure share some giggles and some laughs, but it eases the tension. he makes you feel really good even though he has a extremely hard time controlling himself around you, especially while he's now hovering above you with your walls contracting around his dick, trying to accustom to the size.

he's breathing so heavily through his nose, his brain fuzzy, unable to comprehend what the fuck is actually going on but he's able to voice small little praises, his hands gently caressing your cheek and pushing your hair out of your face, asking how you feel and if anything hurts. he wants to move so badly but he remains still just for you. it's torture, but you matter more.

renjun is a friend of a friend, someone who is in your friendship group but never really speak to. he keeps to himself, head buried into a book with his glasses slipping down his nose, drowning in oversized sweaters and wearing bulky headphones to block out the chatter around him, way too focused on the words that are written on the pages. you'd be lying if you said you weren't intrigued by him. there was just something about renjun that piqued your interest, and it wasn't a secret that you were clearly attracted to the quiet nerd in the group. you're positive renjun even knows about your little attraction towards him, although he's never made a move much to your dismay.

that is until you two are alone at a small gathering one of your mutual friends hosted, the others disappearing to go buy more beers and snacks while you both are made to stay at the house, the car too small to fit all of you inside. as always, renjun brings his book, but you're not entirely convinced he's able to focus on the words with the way he's peering over the top of the book to meet your eyes across the room, cheeks tinted a light shade of red.

he asks why you're staring at him to which you reply that he's pretty to look at, the alcohol giving you a boost of confidence. he's flustered, the book almost slipping from his grasp but he clears his throat to regain himself, muttering how you look pretty too with his own sudden confidence. it doesn't take long for you to clamber into his lap after a few back and forth compliments, ripping the book out of his hands and throwing it somewhere to the side before your lips connected.

the kiss is awkward. it's soft and hesitant, but it's one of the best kisses you've ever had. to be fair, you haven't shared a lot of kisses with other people, but you're giving renjun everything you've got and he seems to be giving his 100%, fingers gripping your hips tightly as your lips trail down his neck, marking him up, almost claiming him as yours. he's a whining mess, hips jerking beneath yours as his cock strains against his pants, desperate to be touched. you want to touch him, relieve him of his pent up frustration, but there's just one problem. you have no idea what you're actually doing.

when you whisper to him that you're a virgin and haven't gone further than some very light petting, something inside him switches. he flips you both around, your back crashing down against the sofa cushions and he's hovering above you, eyes dark and wild. that sub exterior completely slipping away, replacing with a dom that's eager to take control which excites you. clothes are immediately peeled off of both of your bodies once he mutters that you don't have a lot of time to yourselves until the others get back, his hips uncontrollably rut against yours, tip brushing against your clit.

you're whining for him to touch you, almost pleading him to do something, to do anything to help get rid of that ache between your legs but you gasp as you feel a sting spread across your cheek, looking up at renjun in surprise at the sudden slap. you never expected this from the quiet nerd in your friend group and you never would expect him to wrap his hand around your throat as he slowly eases his cock inside of you, making sure not to move too abruptly and hurt you, which is a complete contrast to his actions a mere few seconds prior. he's grunting in your ears about how tight your pussy feels around him, fucking you slow and deep that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your hands grasping at his around your throat.

jeno's your next door neighbour that you've been friends with for years that suddenly got hot over the summer break and now you can't stop thinking about him in such vulgar ways. you've been close since middle school, always sharing secrets and stories, having sleepovers and laughing until the crack of dawn. you could confidently say he is your best friend and you are his but the summer break got too busy to the point you were unable to see each other. you didn't hang out at all.

the first time you see jeno is when the summer break is almost over and he's standing in his front garden, shirtless, holding a beer in his hand and standing next to his best friend who's grilling meat for their get together bbq that they have almost every weekend. he's so pretty to look at, especially with his newly dyed pink hair that's tousled from the amount of times he ran his fingers through it.

the first time jeno sees you is when you emerge from your house in the most tiniest of shorts to accompany your family members who were relaxing in the garden. jeno was, admittedly, staring at your legs and your ass the entire time, wondering when the fuck did you have that glow up. he has always found you cute and adorable since you were both young, but now? you're hot. you're sexy.

your mother notices him looking over and is the first to initiate the conversation, beckoning him on over and asking all types of questions, even complimenting his appearance which makes you embarrassed at her behaviour, but this helps start yours and Jeno's first conversation of the last remaining week of summer break. you click straight away.

you're back to hanging out and talking every day, sitting in his garden under the blazing sun in your most tight fitted bikinis which jeno starts to notice, but he doesn't comment on it, instead he wears his own tight fitted swim shorts, flexing his thighs whenever he sits down beside you. you both get a little tipsy and this is where the honestly rolls off of your tongue. you tell him how you don't want to be a virgin anymore and that going into college with no sexual experience sounds lame (although it really doesn't). jeno just stares at you with a smirk on his face, nodding and humming along to all the things that you say and then he says it.

the way he so casually offers to take your virginity almost makes you choke on your own saliva but you keep calm and collected, simply nodding your head. you thought maybe jeno would've dropped the subject after that or laughed and told you that he was joking, but what you didn't expect was jeno to take your hand in his and tug you inside of his house, immediately pulling you onto his lap the second he sits down on his sofa.

he leans back against the cushions, smirking with his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he shoves your bikini bottoms to the side and circles his fingers around your entrance. jeno is all but kind to you for your first time. of course he makes sure that you are wet enough but he at least wants to make you cum twice on his fingers before he even thinks about shoving his cock inside you. he makes you do that. he makes you sit on his cock, gesturing you to grip his cock and put it in yourself with a simple nod of his head, capturing your lips with his in a messy kiss as he first enters inside of you.

the thing is with donghyuck, he obsesses over things and gets attached pretty easily. if there's a new game he likes, he'll continuously play it as if there's no other game in the world. if there's a new food he likes, he'll only eat that until the thought of it makes him violently sick and he finds something different. with people he crushes on, donghyuck does everything and anything to be around them, forcing his way into their comfort zone... and you were his next target.

he first met you during a morning class you shared together and you were made to sit next to him due to a minor inconvenience, bare faced and covered in an oversized red hoodie, smelling like fresh strawberries. donghyuck froze in his seat, unable to tear his eyes away from the side of your head. his favourite colour is red and he really likes strawberries. what a coincidence? you're perfect. you're his.

his staring wasn't subtle, which made you feel a little more annoyed than you already were from being forced to move seats, and you turn to look at him to tell ask him what the fuck he was staring at until you see the look in his eyes. they're filled with want, with desire, with need. a smirk is now plastered across his lips and he leans his elbows on the table, his eyebrow raising at your own staring but you tear your eyes away from him in an instant, focussing your attention on the professor in front.

you notice the appearances donghyuck starts to make in your everyday life; sitting near your table at lunch, studying at the library while you're there, present in every class you're in together, following you on your social medias, liking your posts on instagram, creating stories with your favourite music playing in the background... he isn't slick, and he knows it.

you eventually end up cornering donghyuck the next time you see him, especially when he ends up sitting in one of your favourite restaurants eating one of your favourite meals (which, by the way, you have never posted or hardly spoke about).he's beaming when you plant yourself in the chair opposite him, demanding him to answer all of your questions about him knowing so much about you, but obvious donghyuck doesn't care, not when he finally has your attention after craving it for so long.

how you end up in a five hour conversation with him is beyond you. you expected to be gone after confronting him, but you're captivated by his smile and the way he talks to you, so you didn't have it in you to get up and leave just like that. he's already got you wrapped around his fingers, he's already obsessed, but he feels his obsession grow a little more stronger when he manages to get a raw confession out of you.

your virginity hardly meant anything to you. you never actively went out looking for a hookup nor are you saving it up for that 'someone special', it was just there. but donghyuck manages to persuade you to bring him home with you, promising that it wasn't for any other motive than to hang out, but you eventually end up with both of your clothes thrown carelessly on the floor and him in between your legs, desperate lips biting and sucking at your skin, savouring the way you taste. he's always been curious.

donghyuck feels like he's in heaven once he's sheathed inside of you, buried to the hilt, body flush against yours. he feels like he could cry as he cradles your cheek in his hand, a smile creeping onto his lips as he watches your face contort from pain into pleasure, nails digging into his biceps and creating raw scratch marks that he can't wait to admire later. his grip tightens around your jaw, his thumb harshly digging in your bottom lip before pushing through the small gap, pressing his thumb against your tongue as he rolls his hips forward, your squeals and moans filling his ears. he's got you. you're his.

jaemin is your flatmate. he's a good flatmate. he's clean and tidy, he makes dinner every other night, he washes the dishes and he helps with the laundry. he's a perfect flatmate... so, what's the problem? you are, undoubtedly, cursed with a fuckboy as a flatmate.

he fucks loud. it's loud and obvious. his bedframe rattles against the bedroom wall, his grunts fill the hallways and his hookups scream the whole flat down with their squeals and moans of pleasure. he has zero shame.

truth be told, you're jealous. not because he's having sex with other people and not you. you're jealous because he's able to have sex whenever he wants without any concerns or problems. you're too shy to look for a hookup and you most definitely don't want to hookup with just any person. it's frustrating and it's irritating... which is why you make the stupid decision in finding the courage to ask jaemin to be your first.

he emerges out of his room one morning shirtless, scratch marks decorating his shoulders and lower back, a smile on his lips as he leads last nights hookup to the front door, waving her a quick goodbye and allowing her to plant her lips on his cheek before leaving. he closes the door, meeting your eyes across the room that stare at him. he's pulling a face, asking you what's wrong as he walks on over, hands resting on his hips with sass.

the look on his face when you tell him you want him to experience what sex is like with him would've made you piss your pants if it wasn't for your embarrassment and insecurities. when he asks you why you want him, you're taken back. you expected a simple yes or no, not an explanation which makes you feel a little awkward now, refusing to make eye contact with him when you explain your situation. you even add on that you want your first to be with someone experienced... and jaemin has a lot of experience.

he takes his time to answer and you accept defeat, preparing yourself to get turned down and be a helpless virgin for the rest of your life but jaemin's already taking your hand in his, dragging you to his bedroom with such urgency.

it baffles you how gentle jaemin is with your body, knowing what he's truly like behind the four walls of this bedroom. the light touches and soft kisses he makes on your skin makes your head spin. the praises and words of encouragement warms your heart. he's all about foreplay he claims, fingering you open with his middle and ring finger, talking you through the process all while leaving kitten licks and soft kisses on your folds.

he allows you to control the pace even though he's on top, not before making sure you're comfortable and ready. you're scared, gripping his bicep tightly in your grasp, sucking in a deep breath when you tell him to just fuck you. he's laughing, cooing at you words, calling you sweet and cute as his cock slips into your prepped pussy. he whispers sweet little nothings in your ears to calm you down when he feels your body tensing up, mumbling about how tight you feel around his cock and that you feel so good, that you're doing so well for him.

he even holds your hand throughout it, smothering your face with the most tender kisses, waiting for you to tell him his next move.

you hate chenle. you hate him with a passion. he's loud. he's annoying. he's sassy and he's overly confident that it makes you sick. he lives and breathes to tease you, to rile you up and cause a reaction. you loathe him.

chenle knows this, of course. he thrives off of it, almost making it a mission to make you angry at least once a day. he makes small comments, he steals your shit, he mocks you when you talk and he tries to trip you whenever you walk by. it's a game for him. a sick and twisted game that makes you want to strangle him to death.

you never really laid your hands on chenle before, minus a few arm punches here and there, but the first time you actually touched him with the intent of killing him was when chenle took his teasing a step too far. your hands were around his throat before realising, cursing and shouting at the top of your lungs as you climb onto his lap for a better grip, threatening to end his life for making your life a living hell.

chenle's cackling, finding joy in your anger as he tries to peel you off of him, digging his hands under your armpits to tickle you, pinching your sides to throw you off but his ministrations die down when he feels the way you're moving on top of him, your hips accidentally grinding down on his to keep yourself stable.

he's gulping, eyes blown out wide, hands resting on your waist as he stares up at you and you go to make a comment about who the fuck he was staring at until you feel it, the hardness poking at your inner thigh. you reel back in surprise but chenle's got you trapped in his hold, unable to move off his lap without you struggling, causing you to move on his cock that continues to grow in his pants.

you call him a sick fuck, chiding him for enjoying this but he's not listening, panting heavily with each movement of your hips. you raise your hand to hit his arm for his attention but he's quick to grab it, pressing the palm of your hand around his throat tightly as he begs you to do it again. you're dumbstruck, unable to form a sentence as you stare at him incredulously.

you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the position you were in, allowing yourself to wrap your fingers around his neck and grind your hips down on his cock. he's gasping and grunting, his own fingers digging into your waist to quicken your movements and it doesn't take long for him to remove each of your clothes, begging to be touched and pleased.

before either of your underwear are thrown across the room, he confesses that he's never had sex before, that this is his first time to which you nod your head, admitting that you've never gone this far with anyone either. a few messy handjobs and awkward fingering sessions have been present in your lifetime but never sex. this is new for the both of you.

it's exciting. it's exhilarating to have sex with someone you despise so much, but that's what makes it so fun, especially when you're fucking each other with so much hatred and pent up frustrations.

jisung has been your boyfriend for a little over four months. relationships are fairly new to you both and being as shy as you are, neither of you have gone further than a few shared kisses. it's not like you didn't want to have sex with jisung, because you really do, it's the fact that you literally have no idea what to do and you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of your first boyfriend.

jisung is in a similar position, he wants to have sex with you, he wants to know what it's like to be so intimate and close to you... but how the fuck is he supposed to do that with no experience? what would happen if he can't please you the way you deserve to be pleased? what if he can't make you cum? god, he's a mess. his head is in his hands and his phone is unlocked beside him with multiple tabs open with articles and videos teaching him how to please a woman, some a little more intimidating than others, babbling to himself how he's going to be a virgin forever.

you're standing at the bedroom door, watching him with wide eyes and the second you step further into the room, the floorboards creak beneath your weight and his head snaps up in alarm. his hand slams down on his phone when the woman on a video starts to explain where the clit is and you try your best to supress your laugh when his face turns red and eyes glassy, clearly embarrassed at being caught.

jisung's rambling now, confessing while also making excuses that make no sense whatsoever but his words die down when you sit beside him and unlock your phone to show him your own research, flicking through countless of tabs that teaches you how to give a handjob and how to ride a dick. he swears that he even saw a article with the title: "how to make someone cum"

this stirred something inside of jisung so he, shockingly, made the first move to kiss you and you happily reciprocated. the two of you awkwardly move around on your bedsheets, struggling to peel items of clothing off of your bodies and you laugh at the way his sweater gets caught around his head. laughing helps eases the situation and you both share a few giggles but the nerves come immediately flying back when jisung is between your open legs, hands shaking as he rolls the condom on his length.

your body trembles with anxiety, trying to hold yourself back from covering your most intimate areas and you refuse to meet his eyes when he hovers over you, his breath fanning across your cheeks. jisung feels his own body shake with anxiety as he wraps his hand around himself, nudging his tip at your entrance and the painful gasp you let out during his first initial push makes him freak out, pulling back almost immediately you shake your head, fingers interlocking with his tightly, eyes staring into his so lovingly as he pushes back into you.

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Simon ’Ghost’ Riley x fem!reader render by: @661ave

part EIGHT

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Eventually, no matter how much you would like to hide in your apartment for the rest of the year, you must return to work. You fall back into your old routine. In the mornings, when you wake up and locate your phone, which is usually tangled in between the sheets, you are no longer afraid to check your messages. As promised, Ghost took care of everything, and Soap has ceased texting you.

However, despite Soap leaving you alone, thoughts of him persistently occupy your mind. You become increasingly aware of his presence everywhere. Even in enormous crowds, your eyes can spot him faster than Ghost, who is usually stuck to his side.

You scarcely noticed Soap before discovering he was behind the unknown number, and if you did, your eyes would skim past and you wouldn’t spare him a second glance. To you, he was just another soldier, someone who was a part of Captain Price’s crew, and friends with Ghost.

Ghost advised you to be prepared for the possibility of Soap seeking you out to apologise in person.

“Just tell him to stay away. He can be persistent, but if you ignore him, he will leave you alone.” Ghost said when you expressed your concerns about not wanting to even be in the same room as Soap and talk to him when there are just two of you.

But thankfully, Soap hasn’t tried to corner you so far.

After everything that happened, you assumed that you and Ghost would go back to staying away from each other. Yes, you kissed once, but the following week, after the kiss, nothing more happened and you expected it to stay this way. However, lately, he started showing more attention to you, and you were too weak to resist his affection.

He even insisted on giving you his number and started texting you at least three times a day to ask you how you were doing or what you were up to. The overwhelming amount of attention and constant focus on you made you feel uneasy, as you were not accustomed to it. However, since all of it was coming from Ghost, you kept your mouth shut about wanting to take things slow, and let him set the pace, which turned out to be quite fast…

***

You were cleaning tables in the dining hall, quietly humming to yourself the song that has been stuck in your head, knowing that after you finish wiping all the surfaces, you will be able to go home.

“Sorry to bother you…”

You raise your head when you hear a voice. But when your eyes land on Soap, the world stops spinning and you freeze. He is talking; his mouth is moving, but you are so shocked to see him that the pounding of your own heartbeat drowns out his words, and his voice sounds muffled as if he’s speaking to you through a thick fog.

“Are you all right?” He moves closer, extending his hand. His fingers wrap around your arm. You assume he meant this gesture to be soothing, but it only makes your body recoil as you take a big step back, jerking his arm away.

You think it’s ironic that he asks you that question, considering everything he has done.

“Yes. No… I- I don’t know.” When you try to speak, your words become a chaotic tangle, and you are unsure whether to feel afraid or furious as your emotions blend into one.

He looks puzzled.

“Just stay away from me.” You say after taking a deep, shaky breath.

Soap continues to stare at you. With a perplexed look, he scratches his neck and shifts his weight uneasily from one leg to another, as though confused by your fear. You can’t believe how simple it is for him to act as if nothing happened, as if he didn’t spend over a month taunting you and making your every day feel like hell.

You keep your back straight while crossing your arms over your chest, attempting to project confidence and conceal your anxiety. But your eyes keep darting around, you can’t hold eye contact, and as if sensing your reluctance to be near him, Soap sighs and leaves you.

The next time you bump into Ghost, you tell him about your interaction with his friend.

“Soap talked with you? What did he say?” He asks, taking a step closer and trapping you between the wall and his body. When you look into his wide eyes, you can't help but notice the worry and nervousness that fills them.

“Not much. And he didn’t do anything.” You remark quickly, attempting to calm Ghost down, figuring he is concerned about how Soap may have acted when you two were alone.

A sigh of relief eludes him. His body relaxes, and he unclenches his jaw. You continue talking for a while longer. The conversation shifts from Soap to the question, which you have yet to answer.

“I know you don’t want to rush.” He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and brushes his fingers under your jaw before his hand falls back to his side. “But I’d really like to take you on a date.”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, sinking your canines in the soft flesh as you fiddle with your fingers. You are hesitant to answer for no reason and when you realise that, you smile and nod your head, muttering a quiet fine.

“Sunday. My place. Dinner.” You add and Ghost nods; even if he is wearing the mask, by the way the fabric shifts on his face, you can tell that his lips curl into a grin.

Each day seems to fly by faster than the last one because you have something to look forward to this week. And before you know it, Friday evening comes; you are getting ready for your date with Ghost, trying to convince yourself that you are not totally freaking out about it. You hop in the shower after ordering takeout from your favourite restaurant. The food arrives later than expected, but instead of panicking, you use the extra time to do your hair and put on some makeup.

When the doorbell finally rings, alerting you that Ghost has come, you practically sprint towards the front door. For a moment, your body becomes paralyzed because you expect to see Ghost, and you do; he is standing right in front of you, holding a bouquet of blood-red roses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. However, he is not wearing his skull mask.

He observes you gawking, but says nothing, giving you some time to compose yourself and perhaps finally say something instead of just ogling at his face.

“I couldn’t show up on our date wearing full gear, and when I ditched it, the mask had to go too.” He cracks a cheeky grin before a playful smirk forms on his face after he realises you’re unable to tear your eyes away.

You invite him in, and while you put the roses in a vase, you order him to settle down in the living room. At first, neither of you talk much and you eat in silence. Ghost attempts to initiate the conversation a couple of times, but you can hardly hear him since, although your focus is on him, you are not paying attention to what he is saying.

You can’t get used to seeing his face, no matter how long you gaze at him. His hair, which is a dirty shade of blonde, is slightly ruffled as if he was constantly running his fingers through it before coming here. His brown eyes look brighter than usual, and you can’t take your eyes off his lips. You want to brush your finger under his jaw because it looks like it could cut your flesh, and you want to feel if it is as sharp as it appears to be.

Tonight is the first time that you pay more attention to his face instead of his body, which you usually fawn over.

“You have to stop.” Ghost lifts his brows and playfully pokes your side. Warmth envelops your body. An electric shiver races down your spine as a result of his touch.

“What? I’m not doing anything?” You giggle and move your gaze up his lips to meet his eyes.

“Mhm.”

He continues to tease you, and you continue to act as if you don’t understand what he’s talking about.

“Stop it.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Make me.” You grin and lean in. But as soon as he moves closer to you, you leap on your feet and flee away from the couch.

Ghost watches you. His tongue wets his lips before smirking. You see a playful twinkle glimmering in his eyes. You know what you’re doing, even if you appear to be naïve, and you’re thrilled that he seems to be down to playing whatever silly game you have in mind.

“How am I supposed to make you do anything if you run away from me?” He slowly rises to his feet, and you take back a few small steps, shrugging and smiling, holding back the giggles that are building up in your chest.

You bat your dark lashes at him and bite inside your cheek, toying with your fingers, attempting to look as innocent as possible while planning your next move in your head.

“Catch me.”

You whirl around and dart forward, leaving Ghost standing in the living room, watching as you try to vanish out of his sight.

He catches up to you faster than you would like him to. But you manage to evade his arms when they try to sneak around your waist. After you run out of the living room and into the bedroom, you realise you made a mistake and trapped yourself.

“If I were you, I’d be on my knees right now, begging me to be lenient with your punishment and to be gentle with you.” Ghost leans against the doorway, blocking your only way out.

An aura of danger exudes him, and every bone in your body urges you to put more distance between you and him. But you can’t force yourself to do so because you’re drawn to him like a bee to honey.

You click your teeth and your eyes dart around. You don’t want to give up so easily, but you know that your fate is sealed and that you doomed yourself the moment you decided hiding in the bedroom was a good idea.

He strides closer to you, and your body automatically moves back till your shins brush up against the edge of your bed. The distance between your body evaporates faster than you can realise what is happening. He gently pushes your shoulders, causing your back to hit the soft mattress before placing his hands on each side of your head, trapping you under his frame.

“Is it too late to beg now?” When you pose the question, his piercing gaze, and sly smirk cause your cheeks to heat up.

You feel your heart pounding loudly in your chest as your thoughts swirl, conjuring up the scenarios of how this fake fight between you may end. More than half of your fantasies include all the clothes being ripped off and thrown on the floor, as you and Ghost make a mess of the sheets, and your desperate whimpers and his greedy moans blend together.

“It is.” Ghost replies and grins. “But you can still try.”

He leans down and his nose nuzzles against your collarbone, making you squirm because his touch tickles. His lips ascend to your throat, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He nibbles at your delicate skin, trying to locate the sweet spot on your neck as his hands glide along your curves.

He squeezes your ass, kneading the soft flesh through your jeans, prompting a desperate moan to slip past your parted lips. Then he wraps his hands around your hips, flipping your body on top of his in one swift motion as if you weighed no more than a feather.

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sommerflue-22 · 1 year

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Little Things They Do... (Pt. 3)

Little things they do to show you they love you

Read the other parts: Part 1 // Part 2

Featuring: Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Pieck Finger, Zeke Jaeger, Bertholdt Hoover, Porco Galliard

Warning: Modern setting

Word Count: 748

Author Note

Hi! This will be the last of the series. I've linked the previous parts for you to read. Here's the song I listened to while writing this. I feel like this part is more gloomy because hey I'm kind of a mess rn haha. I hope you still enjoy it, tho. Again, these actions can be perceived platonically or romantically, whatever suits you.

Reiner

Reiner worries about you a lot even though you're a grown adult, fully capable of doing stuff on your own. When you both are apart from each other, you keep each other updated. What you both are doing, where you're at, who you're with. After you got your own car, Reiner text you to drive safe all the time. Especially when you're alone or during the winter. He can help you if you cut your finger when cooking, he can help you if you're sick from walking in the rain, but he can't really help you if anything happens while you're driving alone. He doesn't want to think of the worst case scenario. Whatever your relationship is with him, whether it's romantic or platonic, he doesn't want to lose you.

Annie

Annie is not the type of person who will explicitly say she loves you. She is also not a big fan of physical contact. You are no exception, but she really does care for you a lot. So, whenever you're out with her and need to cross a street, she will hold your hand. She doesn't ask you if you need help crossing the street, nor does she glances at you and smile (like you often sees in movies). Annie just automatically holds your hand and leads you forward, looking both ways to make sure everything is safe.

Pieck

Pieck is a busy lady, okay? She works hard, every single day. She's highly professional and her colleagues count on her a lot. However, when it's just the two of you, she puts away any mental to-do list or any work-related stuff. She just wants to be with you, listening to you talking. She pays attention to you and you only. Of course, she will talk about work if you ask her about it. Though, she'd rather spend her free time not worrying about work. She feels like she can relax and be her everyday, cheerful self with you.

Zeke

Having a relationship in general is not easy, but having a relationship with Zeke is definitely on the next level. He can be stubborn at times, and even though he doesn't mean it, he might say things that hurt you. Not to mention, his *cough* family issue. Loving Zeke, as a friend or as a lover, is not easy. You both argue a lot, often times resulting in one of you taking time away from the other. Most of the time, it's you who request a time off. Now, Zeke is quite a prideful man alright. He doesn't go mushy and beg you to stay. He let you go be alone for a few days, but eventually he will be the one who apologizes first. He doesn't do that with other people, but he does for you. Because you never leave him, and he would love to keep it that way.

Bertholdt

Bertholdt can be shy at times, especially when he just met someone for the first time. Maintaining eye contact while someone else is talking to him can be difficult. He felt uncomfortable, like the other person might discover who he really is just by staring into his eyes. How insecure he feels sometimes, the dark thoughts that he keeps for lonely nights, and other things private. You are the only exception. You don't judge, you show him that hey, it's alright to be a little messed up sometimes. You've seen him in states that nobody else has ever seen, even his parents. That is why he's not afraid to look into your eyes. He appreciates you, and he lets you in.

Porco

Porco can be passive-aggressive at times and most of the time he might think he's always right, especially when it has been a long day for him. People might start an argument, or they'll let it go while mentally cursing the man. You, on the other hand, you're one of the few people who can deal with him. Instead of starting an argument (causing him to get worked up) or walking away (and seeing him with a smug expression), you just simply say "Alrighty~ Agree to disagree" It's a new response that Porco didn't anticipate, and you say it with the most chill tone/expression. After awhile, he tried not to be so snappy and cocky with you. He even gives up his need to always be right. You can tell him the rain happens because the angels are taking a piss, and he'll just nodded. "Whatever you say..."

Idk man, I just really love Bertholdt, Reiner, and Zeke. Precious men. Deserves better. I love them.

Anyway, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy it. Lemme know what you think in the comment :)

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #aot x you #aot x reader #reiner braun x reader #annie leonhardt x reader #pieck finger x reader #zeke jeager x reader #zeke yaeger x reader #bertholdt hoover x reader #porco galliard x reader #snk x reader #fluff #reader insert #modern setting #new blog #no beta we die like erwin

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fonulyn · 2 months

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(so this is from a fic that didn't happen, and basically: Leon and Ada had a thing in the past, on and off, but then Leon found Piers and is now happily with him. this is the last talk he has with Ada, years after they last met.)

“Hello, Leon.”

The soft voice from the darkness wasn’t as surprising as it probably should’ve been. “Ada?” Leon asked, although he already knew that it was, there was no other alternative to even consider. There was a time in his life when he waited to hear that voice, hoped that their paths would cross again, and was damn enthralled every time it happened. Yet that was then. He’d stopped getting excited about the prospect of meeting her a decade ago. Now he was just tired. “What are you doing here?”

“I figured that it’s been long enough since our last… meeting,” Ada practically purred, her low voice as seductive as ever. She had a way to make people do what she wanted, and for a brief second Leon still remembered how it felt to want to do everything for her. Either she noticed the flicker, or she was just otherwise certain of her impending success, because she approached, stepping into the light from the shadowy corner. “We’ve never gone quite this long without each other.”

Leon huffed. It didn’t pass him by unnoticed how she put extra sway to her hips while she moved, how she smiled at him like she thought that was more than enough to reel him in. She was still gorgeous, like she’d always been. But already for years Leon had been able to see that objectively, without longing, without wanting. “Sorry to say, but you’ll have to find someone else.” He shook his head. “C’mon, it was always just a fling for you. I was the one who was hung up on it way longer, back then.”

“I’m a busy woman, I have a career to think of,” Ada continued, in that low drawl of hers, in the honeyed voice that had gotten her everything she’d ever wanted, most likely. She stopped right in front of Leon, so close that if she had reached out she could’ve touched him. She didn’t, not yet, but instead looked him directly in the eye and licked her lips slowly. “But we were always endgame. I knew we’d find our way to each other, eventually.”

“You don’t even believe that yourself,” Leon replied. Honestly he didn’t know if she was for real, intending on something solid, or if she was here for some fun, intending on disappearing right afterwards when she’d gotten what she wanted. That was how it had always played out then, before, when they did the weird dance around each other. Leon couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid. “It’s not gonna happen.”

“Why?” Ada laughed, disbelieving. She took a step closer, placed a palm onto his chest, moved her thumb a little right over his heart. It didn’t gain her any reaction, and there was a brief flash of a frown that crossed over her features. It was gone as soon as it appeared, though, and she was back to her carefully collected self. “Are you still wasting time with that… that puppy? You must be tired of that already. Do you both a favor and ditch it before he’ll get too attached. Soon he’ll want to live with you, take up all of your time, monopolize you. And we can’t have that, can we.”

Leon couldn’t help it, he laughed. Even afterwards there was a disbelieving smile curving his lips, and he chuckled a little as he shook his head at her again. “I’m surprised, Ada. You’re slipping,” he said, pausing for a second to let it sink in before continuing. “It’s really not like you to have bad intel. Usually you’re always on top of things.” He raised his left hand between them, spread his fingers wide to show her the metal band around his ring finger. “See?”

One of her eyebrows ticked upwards barely noticeably, but it was enough to show her surprise to someone who knew how to read her at all. She said nothing, but the line of her shoulders tensed, and for a split second she even held her breath.

The obvious surprise was more than a little amusing to Leon, and he couldn’t help but snicker. “The puppy and I? We tied the knot.”

The pun definitely didn’t pass Ada by unnoticed and immediately she rolled her eyes, heaving an exasperated sigh. “Oh my god you’re terrible,” she stated, emotionless. There was a hint of curiosity in her voice when she went on, though. “Does he actually think you’re funny?”

Leon shrugged. “Well, it’s fifty-fifty. Depends,” he answered honestly. In all seriousness, Piers probably found him funny more often than not, but he had been playfully threatened that he’d sleep on the couch if he didn’t cut out the jokes more than once. So it was a toss-up.

For a second Ada looked at him, at the fond little smile on his face and the way he twisted his fingers to rub over the solid surface of the ring with his thumb. It was something he did without even thinking, almost as if to remind himself that it was real, it had happened. With a soft sigh Ada nodded slowly. “So you’ve made up your mind, then?”

“The heart wants what the heart wants.” Leon held her gaze. He truly hoped that she would back off and recognize that he was being serious. He liked to think that he knew her, at least a little, and that there was something good in her even with the career path she’d chosen. She wasn’t all evil, and if things had been different, who knows what might’ve happened. Now though, they were barely anything but strangers, occasional reluctant allies.

So he believed, with all his heart, that she would walk away and not cause any troubles if she knew he meant it, knew that he was being honest. It was easy to let the feelings bleed into his voice, and he was positive that she heard it too. “I’m not going to apologize for that, Ada. I love him.”

Ada smiled, and there was something so soft about it Leon had never seen her look like that. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Leon’s cheek, patting his chest a little. “Goodbye, Leon.” She didn’t say anything further, just turned around and disappeared into the shadows.

#my fics #sorta nivannedy lol #piers isn't in it but anyway #this is just leon and ada talking #exes meeting in the night :'D

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kaminocasey · 1 year

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Love, Sex, & Magic Part 2

Summary: You and Jesse get back to Coruscant, but tension rises when he overhears you trying to throw Skywalker off your trail. Then, you show Jesse over and over again how much he means to you.

Pairing: Jesse x F Jedi!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; THIS IS NOT FOR EVERYONE. If this isn't your cup of tea, don't read it. Smut, Oral (f recieving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up, friends), exhibitionist kink mentioned, fingering, angst

WC: 4.1k

A/N: Like I said on the part one, if you don't support jedi readers with clones, this is definitely not for you. I'm sorry! I'd not written anything for days and now I'm glad to say that I have, so this feels like a bit of an accomplishment. ALSO, I'm pretty sure that there will be a Part 3.

Part One

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Jesse’s teasing you. He just has to be. He’s fidgeting with the panties that he holds in his pocket as he stands and talks to his brothers and Master Skywalker, and it’s sending all sorts of thoughts throughout your brain, and a burning desire to your-

“You okay? You don’t look so good.” Fives speaks up, snapping your attention to reality.

“I’m fine.” You try to manage a smile.

You’ve been doing nothing but picturing what you wanted Jesse to do to you and what you’d like to do to him in return since you’d boarded the ship. It’s killing you not to pull him into the fresher and bury yourself in his arms again.

“What happened back there?” Fives asks you, willing to listen.

You debate telling him the truth, knowing he of all people would be understanding. But, you know that’s for Jesse to tell him. Not you. Plus, you honestly don’t even know how to start that conversation.

You just had to let Jesse borrow that shirt, didn’t you?

“We did what we had to do.” You shrug, turning away to face the back of the ship, crossing your leg over the other.

“Oh, come on, Commander. You’ve gotta do better than that.” Fives chuckles, moving over to sit next to you. “What really happened?”

“Leave her alone, Fives.” Jesse’s voice is in the doorway of the cockpit and you immediately smile at him. “If the commander wants to tell you, she’ll tell you.”

As you give Jesse a grateful nod, he throws you a wink and turns back around to join Rex and Anakin.

“That wink meant something, didn’t it?” Fives raises his eyebrows suggestively and you roll your eyes at him, hiding a smile.

“Stop being so nosy.” You laugh.

“Have you met me?” Fives nudges you with his elbow.

“Unfortunately I have had the displeasure, yes.” You tease, pulling up your datapad and making yourself busy so that Fives will leave you alone.

He eventually stops bothering you and joins the rest of the men in the cockpit, giving you a sense of relief. However, the relief is brief, as Jesse joins you again, shutting the cockpit door behind him and sitting next to you.

“Are you alright?” He asks you, genuinity clear in his tone.

“I’m perfect. Thank you.” You smile.

“Still thinking about-'' He asks, quietly, his finger trailing up your bare thigh until he settles on fidgeting with a crystal tassel on the edge of your dress.

“Mmhm.” You lean a little closer, watching his lips.

His arm finds the back of your seat while his other hand starts to slide up toward your bare warmth again as he leans in to kiss your neck. Your breath hitches and he smirks at the effect he has on you.

“Jesse…” You whisper, smiling nervously as your eyes flutter shut.

“Commander…” He chuckles.

The threat of someone walking in on you lingers but you almost can’t bring yourself to care right this second, his fingers feel so good against your skin. Jesse’s ability to set your skin ablaze is something you can’t wait to continue to experience, but you start to sense Master Skywalker edge near the door so you pull Jesse’s hand away and scoot a seat over. Jesse understands right away and acts like he wasn’t just about to slide his fingers inside of you.

Anakin says your name and gestures for you to follow him toward the back of the ship. He doesn’t bother looking in your direction, so you get up wordlessly and follow him, throwing Jesse a quick, devious smile.

“I need to know what happened back at Maul’s palace.” He tells you in the durasteel lined hallway.

“Maul saw right through us and then we were in danger. We did what we had to do and got ourselves out of it.” You stand firm against the Jedi Knight.

“That’s the story you’re going with?” He asks, still clearly unconvinced.

“That’s the only story.” You shrug.

“I could sense the arousal radiating off both of you.” He murmurs.

“Arousal isn’t what’s forbidden, Master.” You smile.

“You haven’t formed an attachment to the trooper, then?” He asks you.

Maker, of course you have… and you think that Master Skywalker knows it. But why is he drilling you like this? If you wanted to, you could bring up his closeness with Senator Amidala, but you don’t… because it’s none of your business. Just like what happens between you and Jesse is none of Skywalker’s business.

“Jesse?”

“Jesse.” Anakin nods.

You shrug. “No. Like I said, we did what we had to do to get the hell out of there. Nothing more.”

Anakin nods and when you turn to walk back toward Jesse, you find him giving you a strange look before joining his brothers in the cockpit. You sense a wave of distrust and betrayal. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he heard what you and Anakin were saying and that he thinks you meant what you said.

When you finally land back on Coruscant, Jesse tries to exit the ship as quickly as possible but you follow after him.

“Jesse, wait. Please.” You beg.

He stops, without turning around, waiting for you to come to him. When you reach him, he’s staring ahead, solid, unyielding. Cold… unlike himself.

“Yes, Commander?” He asks, his voice showing no hint of warmness that it usually does when he’s speaking to you.

“I didn’t mean what I told Master Skywalker. Please believe me.” If you weren’t in a hangar full of people, you’d reach out to him, take his hands, wrap your arms around him, anything to get him to look at you with the soft warmness he’d been looking at you with earlier.

His eyes snap down to you, still unsure. “You seemed pretty adamant that you’d not “formed an attachment” to me.”

“Jesse… the attachment to you formed the moment I met you… what I feel for you now… is more than an attachment.” You speak, lowly, not wanting anyone to hear you.

His gaze softens slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I’m-” You start but Fives and Rex walk up just in time to stop you from telling Jesse how you truly feel about him.

“Hey vode, you ready to hit up 79s?” Fives slings an arm around Jesse. “You coming, Commander?”

“Um-” You start, looking to Jesse for him to take the lead.

Jesse nods to Fives. “I could go for a drink. Commander?”

“Sure.” You smile.

“Good, you already look the part.” Fives winks and you don’t miss the way that Jesse goes slightly rigid. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

You sense jealousy coming from Jesse. How he could go from being so upset with you to being so incredibly jealous, you don’t know. But it makes you a little irritated.

“Actually, Captain… I think you have all that paperwork from earlier, right?” You cross your arms.

His stare over you hardens again and Fives moves his arm, clearly sensing something is up between the two of you.

“You should probably get it done before you go out and drink with us.” You smile, innocently.

He understands that you’re not happy with him.

“Right. Sure thing, commander.” Jesse nods.

“Don’t worry, Jess. We’ll take real good care of her.” Fives pats Jesse on the back and starts to lead you away.

When you turn back to watch Jesse walk away, you find him glaring instead. It makes you feel a little bad. You should be with him, telling him how you feel, and instead you let petty anger get the better of you.

You need to go and apologize.

“Hey, Fives. You go ahead without me. I gotta go take care of something.” You tell him, starting to head back.

Fives chuckles. “Tell Jesse we’ll save you guys a seat if you get around to leaving.”

You start to give him a warning look but he winks and then gets in the cab. You don’t have time to wonder if he actually knows what’s up as you start to follow after Jesse, knowing he’s heading back to his barracks to finish up his paperwork.

Reaching his barracks, you don’t bother knocking on the door like you normally would. You’re a person on a mission and you don’t have time to stop until you get to him. But it confirms your suspicions, finding him with his shirt unbuttoned and open with his legs crossed, paperwork in his lap.

Maker, he looks so perfect.

“Oh, hello, Commander.” Tup smiles.

Jesse’s head snaps up instantly, sitting up straighter. The confusion is clear on his face.

“Hi, Tup. Would you guys give Jesse and I some privacy please? We have this paperwork to go over with and I’d like for there to be no distractions or interruptions for the next few hours.” You smile.

“Sure thing, Commander.” Tup nods.

“Do you need help, Commander?” Dogma asks, standing at attention.

“That won’t be necessary, thank you, Dogma.” You pat him on the shoulder.

“Are you sure, I-” Dogma’s interrupted by Jesse speaking.

“Go on, Dogma. We have work to do.” Jesse nods toward the door.

“Yes, Captain.” Dogma nods to both of you and then heads out with Tup.

The rest of the remaining few men in the barracks clear out and you lock the door behind them, walking back over to Jesse, finding him standing now.

“I’m so sorry, Jesse.” You tell him. “Truly. That was a really petty thing for me to do. I was just thrown for a loop from you being upset and then being jealous…”

“I’m sorry, too. I should’ve known you were just trying to protect me.” He smiles. “As for the jealousy… I’ll work on it… but the moment that any of my brothers say anything about you- I’m sorry…”

He sees your eyebrows raise up when he starts to mention his brothers but cuts himself off and apologizes. You nod, smiling softly, forgiving him without any hesitation, and he takes your hand, bringing it to his lips. Like a magnet, you gravitate toward him, resting your head on his warm, bare chest. Jesse releases your hand and you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around his torso. He slides his arms easily around you, his warm hands settling on your upper back, rubbing softly, bringing you a sense of comfort you’ve never had before.

This intimacy that flows so easily between you and Jesse is something you’ve never experienced before. The Jedi were forbidden from forming attachments, yet were some of the most compassionate people you know… but you’ve never been embraced like this.

“If you would rather join your brothers, I can do the paperwork.” You smile up at him, resting your chin on his chest, wanting to give him the choice.

He leans down and kisses your forehead and you close your eyes at the feeling. Maker, he’s so warm. How can a person be so warm? “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here with you, cyare.”

With more confidence than you’d had earlier, you sink down to your knees for the arc trooper. Jesse’s lips fall open immediately at the sight of you below him, his pants becoming a bit tighter. Running your hands up his thighs, you find his belt and slowly undo it.

“Thank you for protecting me earlier.” You undo the zipper of his pants and then slide his pants down his muscular thighs and down his calves.

“I’ll always protect you.” He promises you.

“And I’ll always protect you.” You promise him right back, kissing his covered thigh after he steps out of his pants.

Jesse traces his thumb across your bottom lip and you open your mouth for him, allowing him access to your mouth. With a needy gaze, he swipes his thumb across your tongue and you close your mouth around it, a soft groan leaving his lips. When your hand travels to the bulge in his underwear, his hips buck toward you and you can’t help but smile around his thumb. Earlier he said you sounded like an angel, but really it’s him. He’s the one with the most perfect sounds.

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth, slipping his hardened length out of its confinements so that you can really appreciate the size of him now. You want to do this right though. You want to take your time with him, and you suspect he wants the same.

Jesse allows you to slide his underwear off and he stands there in front of you as you stare up at him, feeling even more vulnerable than earlier in the night.

He slips his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor and you really take in the sight of the god-like man above you, memorizing each tattoo, and wanting to touch and trace each one with your tongue. You stand back up, getting an idea, which makes him look at you with curiosity and amusement.

Carefully, you lean forward toward his chest, starting at his collarbone, tracing his “For the Republic” tattoo written in Aurebesh, with your tongue first, making his eyes flutter shut at the feeling. Your hand finds his length and you start to lightly trace your fingers over the veins of his thick cock, making his hips stutter against you and you smile to yourself, kissing him before moving to his pectoral muscle that carries another GAR symbol like the one on his head. You take your time with that one, too, teasing his warm skin with your tongue again.

“Mesh’la…” He whimpers and your chest tightens at his tone, full of need for you. “Your mouth feels so…” He trails off, unable to finish his sentence when you drop back down to your knees, moving to the 501st one on his hip.

When you finally look at the one on his thigh, a lump forms in your throat.

“The Jedi Order symbol?” You look up at him with wide eyes.

“Just for you.” He nods. “So you’re always with me. No matter what.”

“Jesse…” Tears spring to your eyes. “I’m-”

He drops to his knees with you, cupping your face gently, crushing his lips to yours in a fervent manner and you suddenly feel like you can’t get close enough. This man is pure beauty. Not only physically, but soulfully. He’s given himself to you in a way that you didn’t even know was possible. All you can do is climb into his lap and reach around you, lining him up with your entrance, needing him right now.

“So much for taking our time.” Jesse chuckles and eagerly pushes up into you, pulling your dress up over your body, dropping it to the floor. “Maker, how are you so wet?”

“Was like this the whole ride back to Coruscant.” You gasp.

Jesse can’t help but groan at the hot feeling of your cunt around him.

“We should’ve done this in my quarters…” You moan breathlessly as he thrusts into you.

“Couldn’t make it that far anyway.” Jesse muses as you sit up slightly just to sink back down onto his cock, making him groan so roughly that it reverberates throughout your body, sending stimulating pleasure down to your core. “You feel too fucking good, cyare.”

“I like the way cyare sounds on your tongue.” You moan, breathlessly, making him smirk.

“Wait until you find out what else I can do with my tongue.” He rasps against your lips.

You really cannot wait to find out.

He continues thrusting up into you, shattering your entire view on reality. Unaware that it was even possible to feel this good, you realize that there’s no way you can live without this man, now. Why must there be a waging war? Why can’t either of you have what you want? Aside from this pleasure? What is it that you want?

A long happy future, you realize. Maker, that would be so nice, wouldn’t it?

“Where are you?” He asks, softly, bringing you back to the present, gently cupping your face with one hand and searching your eyes.

His thrusts slow, stilling inside of you, so he can bring your focus back to him and to this moment.

“I…” You swallow the lump in your throat. “I want this more than anything.”

“I really hope there’s not a ‘but’.” He chuckles.

You smile, shaking your head. “No ‘buts’. I just…”

You’ve never struggled to voice your thoughts like this before. As if he understands, he presses his forehead to yours.

“We’ll be okay.” He promises you. “Will you let me take care of you?”

You nod, softly and he gently slips out of you, helping you to your feet before lowering you to his bunk. For an arc trooper, it surprises you just how gentle he can be.

When he leans over you, you can’t help but look up at him with a softness. He tilts his head, curiously.

“Are you alright?” He asks you, and you nod, smiling thoughtfully up at him. “Are you sure?”

“I promise.” You kiss him, softly.

“Tell me if that changes, alright?” He kisses your jaw as you nod, and then travels down your body, trailing kisses down your warm, flushed skin, earning a soft gasp when he reaches your hips.

Jesse smirks up at you as you look down at him and watch him settle your thighs over his shoulders. The sight of him in between your legs is absolutely alluring and you think you can feel yourself become even wetter at the sight. If that’s even possible.

When he licks the first stripe up your soaked folds, he stops for a moment to look up at you, giving you an out, but when you smirk down at him, he dives into your cunt eagerly. Jesse’s grip on your thighs on both sides of his head tightens and you let out a soft gasp. His tongue finds your clit, making your back arch off of the uncomfortable bunk. Your eyes settle on his own warm brown eyes with a hint of ravenousness to them. A man starving is what you’d think you’d describe him as right now. He lets go of one of your thighs to slide his hand back toward your soaked warmth, continuing to tease your clit. When he slides a finger into you, you let out a whimper and he moans around your cunt. You know that he loves the sounds you make for him.

“More… please…” You gasp, softly.

His finger curls against the soft spongy part inside of you and you know that your world is about to shatter as your toes curl and a familiar heat builds up inside of you, threatening to break down your walls.

“J-Jess-” You whimper, your voice breaking as you cling to him.

“Cum for me like you did earlier, cyar’ika.” He encourages you, lovingly, his low voice coated with need and arousal. “I know you can do it.”

“Ohh.” You manage to sigh as your entire universe full of stars and planets and nebulas and galaxies crashes down around you, making your vision go white hot.

The moan that you let out is so loud that you know someone had to have heard it, but you can’t bring it in you to give a single care as Jesse scrambles to tower over you, lining himself back up with your soaked cunt before pushing into you with such need and carnal desire that you know there’s no coming back from this.

You're his and only his and you know that he’s yours just as much. Now that you’ve had each other like this, you don’t think you could possibly crave anything but.

“I can’t help it, forgive me, mesh’la. You just feel so fucking good.” His forehead is against yours as he starts to plunge into you at an unforgiving and needy pace. “Wanna drown in this perfect cunt.”

“Take it, it’s yours.” You gasp as you promise him, sliding your hands up around his built shoulders, clinging to him for dear life as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Yeah it is. All fucking mine.” He smirks against your lips as they crash together, forming a messy and relieving kiss.

He slams his cock into your desperate cunt and keeps his mouth against yours, absorbing your pleading moans. You know that you still desperately want his cock in your mouth at some point, but you don’t think he can pull out of you any time soon.

“Fuck, I love you.” He groans against your lips and you immediately pull away to look up at him.

“You do?” You ask him with bright, wide eyes.

He smiles, warmly as his thrusts slow. “Of course I do. I’m in love with you. Have been since the first moment I watched you in battle.”

You were going to tell him earlier, in the hangar, but hearing him say it, like this, so honestly and full of vulnerability… it’s even better. Unable to hold back, you brush your lips over his. Jesse sighs, contentedly.

“I’m in love with you.” You murmur against his lips.

“I need you to know that there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. If you asked me to leave this life behind… I would…” He rests his forehead against yours.

Your chest tightens at the implication of what he’s just told you. You believe him.

“So would I.” You smile and then use the help of the force to roll the two of you over so that you’re on top of him, making him groan softly at the movement.

Starting to ride him ever so gently, you brace your hands on his chest, grinding yourself on his cock, making his hands fly to yours, squeezing tightly.

“I want a good life with you.” You murmur, clenching around him. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. But it has to be ours. And I don’t want to take any choices from you.”

“Oh, cyare… you’ve given me nothing but choices.” He brings one of your hands against his lips before sliding it back to his chest. “But they’re easy choices. I’ll choose you every time.”

You bring your feet up to both sides of him so that you can start bouncing yourself on his length, making him throw his head back and his eyes roll with the filthiest groan you’ve ever heard a person make. It’s enough to spur you on again as you quicken your pace.

“If you… continue… I’m not gonna last…” He starts but you circle your hips a certain way and he’s immediately thrown over his edge, gasping your name and gripping your hands tighter.

You can’t help but smile down at him as he pants against you.

“Cyare… you can’t just…” He laughs softly, still trying to breathe deeply. “That was… I didn’t even… get to ask… where you wanted it…”

You smile innocently down at him, clenching around him again in a teasing manner, making his hips jerk up against you again. “You can always cum in me.”

“I don’t know where you learned how to do that thing you did,” He pants with a grin, “but that was absolute sorcery.”

You can’t help the bubbly laugh that escapes your lips as you collapse into his arms, settling into his side, and Jesse thinks to himself that your laugh is absolute music to his ears. He knows he’d do anything to keep hearing that sound for the rest of his life.

“Would you really leave the GAR for me?” You ask after a bit, as you trail your fingers up and down his chest.

“I would.” He kisses your forehead and you look up at him. “Would you really leave the Jedi Order for me?”

“I would.” You murmur, softly.

He leans down toward you, kissing you with an unspoken passion. You both know you’re going to have to get up to unlock the door for his brothers to come back in soon, but you don’t want to leave him.

“You wanna go for that drink with the guys now?” Jesse asks, as if he could read your mind.

“Not ready to get rid of me yet, hm?” You tease.

“Definitely not ready to get rid of you, but also I love seeing you in that dress.” He smirks. “And I wanna see how many times I can make you cum before my vod notice that something’s up with you.”

You know exactly when he got that idea and it makes you go hot in the face, amongst other places.

“You got that idea on the ship, didn’t you?” You laugh.

“I sure did.” He kisses you again before sitting up to grab your clothes off of the floor. “I think I figured out I have an exhibitionist kink.”

“Well, let’s go put it to the test, then.” You smirk up at him as he stands above you, buttoning up his shirt again, knowing it’s going to be a long but fun night.

Part 3

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Part 24: Talk to Luffy

Dinner and a murder: A Mr. Prince Mystery Masterpost

“Let’s talk to Luffy,” Sanji says as he heads for the door, “We should figure out just when he was in here.”

“Okay,” Zoro nods as he follows him, grabbing hold of Sanji’s hand and threading their fingers together as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Sanji blushes as he looks down at their joined hands, a pleased, fuzzy feeling surging through him at the sight. He clears his throat, gives Zoro’s hand a squeeze, and continues on their way.

They find Luffy sitting on the table in the dining room, laughing at something Usopp is saying. They both look up when they enter, Luffy’s face breaking out into a grin as he turns to face them.

“Hey guys!” He waves as they approach, “Did you find anything?”

Sanji nods as he regretfully releases Zoro’s hand, instead lighting a cigarette as he stares at Luffy, “We found out that Nami was killed in the study.”

“Really?” Luffy gasps, his eyes going wide, “So you think someone did use the secret passage?”

“What?” Usopp’s eyes dart between them, “What secret passage?”

“That’s my current theory,” Sanji replies, ignoring Usopp’s question in favor of pulling out the piece of straw, “We also found this under the couch in there.”

Luffy’s brow furrows, his eyes squinting as he studies it. When he realizes what it is, he scrambles to pull his hat off his head, playing with one of the fraying ends of straw, “Guess it came from my hat.”

“That’s what I’m thinking,” Sanji sighs, smoke escaping his lips, “So I have to ask, what were you doing in the study?”

“Wait,” Usopp slowly turns to eye Luffy, “Luffy…you didn’t…”

“Didn’t what?” Luffy frowns as he turns back to Sanji, “I don’t know, I don’t remember the last time I was in there. Maybe a few days ago to talk to Ace?”

Sanji takes another hit from his cigarette as he tries to decide whether he believes him or not. That probably is the truth – he most likely did go in the study to talk to Ace – but is that really the last time he was in there?

“It’s my house,” Luffy points out as he crosses his arms, “It’s not weird that my straw is in there, right?”

That’s true enough, but with two murders having happened this evening, Sanji isn’t taking anything for granted.

“You sure you weren’t in there tonight?” Zoro asks before Sanji can, and Sanji gives him a little smile at his intuitiveness, “Even for a little bit? Think about it, okay? It’s important.”

Luffy’s face scrunches as he does what Zoro asks, but eventually shakes his head, “Nope. Wasn’t in there at all. Why?”

“We need to know who was in there,” Sanji carefully explains, “Since that’s where Nami was killed.”

“Oh,” he blinks, “You think her killer might have been in there too?”

“They’d have to be,” Zoro says slowly, “Since that’s where they killed her.”

A beat passes, then Luffy slams his hands on the table, “Wait, you think I did it?”

“You do know about the secret passages,” Sanji points out, “and with the straw from your hat being there…”

“I didn’t do it!” Luffy insists, his manic gaze turning to Zoro, “You believe me, right?”

“'Course I believe you,” Zoro assures him with a nod, “But you gotta be honest with Sanji so he can figure it out. If you lie, then he can’t, and you’ll look even more suspicious.”

“I didn’t do it,” he turns back to Sanji, “I’d never kill Nami.”

Sanji takes a long drag from his cigarette as he watches Luffy, trying to fit the pieces in place.

“Let’s go,” he says to Zoro as he turns, “I think I have everything I need.”

“Wait.”

Sanji pauses as he looks back to Luffy, nodding for him to continue.

“I remembered something,” he says, biting his lower lip, “About the study.”

Sanji frowns as he considers it. If Luffy wasn’t even in the study, whatever he has to say is probably not that big of a deal, and he doesn’t want to waste time he doesn’t have to.

Then again, it couldn’t hurt to hear him out.

He glances at Zoro, who’s looking at him expectantly.

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 3

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter 3: Do you fear me?

"Do you fear me?"

Loki's voice makes you look up. You are sitting on the back of the couch, looking out of the big window in front of you.

Two days have passed since the SHIELD agents were withdrawn from the suite's door. Loki hasn't mentioned it in a single word, but you're sure he has noticed. Something seems to have changed in his manner. You're not quite sure what it is. It’s like he is testing you. On what, you don't know. Maybe he's trying to estimate the extent of your influence. Or maybe it's just your patience.

You two had just some trivial small talk in those two days. Loki doesn't reply to any of your own questions or conversation starters. Most of the time, in fact, you two spend in silence. At least you're not hiding behind books anymore. And every now and then Loki throws a question into the room. Like right now. He keeps control and the conversations go according to his rules.

You turn your head to him. "I do not," you reply.

The ghost of a smirk flashes over Loki's lips. He leans casually against the wall as if he hadn't just asked a very important question. "No?"

"No."

Loki tilts his head and crosses his arms. There is nothing human about him. But you are used to dealing with nonhuman beings. It kinda intrigues you.

"I think you can be an intimidating person," you amend. "But that doesn't mean I'm intimidated by you." You shouldn't say this kind of stuff. It challenges him to prove you wrong. And you don't want to go down that route.

Loki pushes off the wall and walks over to you, covering the distance in a few lazy strides. He stops right in front of you, making you stand up as well. His eyes are cold as they flick over you, analyzing your every movement.

Unnerving, you think, but not frightening.

When you show no further reaction, Loki frowns. He reaches up and when you don't flinch away, tucks his fingers under your chin, tilting your face straight towards his own. His touch is gentle. It is absurd, absolutely absurd, that such a touch is also known to induce crippling agony in a matter of a few seconds. One of his fingers shifts under your jaw. "Your pulse is steady," he observes.

"You're in my personal space."

His eyes meet yours and for a fraction of a second, you could've sworn you see something other than his usual frigid demeanor flash over his face. You wrap your fingers around his and push his hand away from your face, gently but firmly. Loki lets it happen, but keeps his eyes on you.

"You should fear me," he grins, baring his white teeth. He has something of a predator playing with his food before eating it.

"That's for me to decide."

"You're playing with fire." His tone becomes more warning. You should be more careful, but you can't help yourself and the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.

"I thought you were more the ice type." Somehow you just know how to push his buttons. Even unintentionally.

Anger flashes on his face and his hand goes to your neck, your fingers wrapping around it. You act instinctively. Your right hand makes a gesture and you slam it against Loki's chest. It is not very strong, but nevertheless he is thrown backwards as if by an invisible force and stumbles a few steps.

Dumbfounded, he stares at the rune glowing on your palm. "What are you?"

"I'm someone who doesn't like to get choked," you say. Your body tenses, ready to defend yourself if needed.

In a blink of an eye, Loki is standing in front of you again. Faster than you can react he grabs your wrist with one hand and pushes you with the other against the large window. The air is forced from your lungs and you close your eyes in pain for a moment. "Answer me!" he demands.

You try to move, but Loki is much stronger than you and holds you firmly in place. He presses with all his weight against your body. His breath hits the skin of your face, you smell the leather of his clothes and something else that makes you think of old libraries. A mixture of parchment and wax.

Softly, you murmur something. More runes light up on the skin of your hands and arms. A bright yellow that turns a dark orange as the runes heat up. It's a protection spell and Loki quickly lets go of you as he burns his fingers.

"Wicked witch!" he curses.

You chuckle because he's right on spot with that. As soon as he lets you go the runes disappear but you let a faded yellow glow appear on your eyes and hover a foot into the air, just to show off. "Surprised?"

"You deceived me, little minx!"

"I never said I was an ordinary human. You just assumed it in your arrogance." Admittedly, you had been careful not to use magic in his presence. But you wouldn't have denied it either if he had asked you about it. And this, here, is exactly why.

A dagger appears in Loki's hand. He hates to be wrong and even more hates to be told that he was wrong. You watch his every move, ready to jump into action, when suddenly the door to the suite opens and Thor enters.

He takes a few steps into the room and then stops bewildered. He sees you glowing up in the air, notices Loki's aggressive stance. His gaze wanders to the dagger. You both have your heads turned toward him, not giving the impression that you're just chatting nicely. "What's going on here?" he asks in a roaring voice.

Loki's posture relaxes a bit. He keeps the dagger in his hand, but changes his posture, as if you two weren’t about to jump at each other's throats just a second ago. As if he could distract Thor from the situation with that.

"We're just having an interesting conversation," he explains with an almost amused smile.

You snort. There's no way you'd lie for him. Actually, you're glad Thor showed up, because maybe you'll manage to defuse the situation without it escalating. After all, you're pretty sure Tony wouldn't like you throwing the younger prince out of the window.

"Loki just found out he's not the only one with magic in the tower anymore. And he doesn't seem to like that fact." The dark-haired man shoots you a venomous look. "What?" you spit. "Don't think I'm pretending nothing happened."

Frowning, Thor approaches you both. "Brother, are you assaulting the Lady Witch?"

Loki's gaze moves from Thor back to you. With that, I think he's gotten confirmation of what he already suspected. His eyes narrow as your gaze meets briefly. Then he turns away from you and lets his dagger disappear. But you know now that he can have one at hand any time he wants.

"You know what she is?" he asks his brother.

"Of course. I met her the other day. She is quite lovely." He says this with such sincerity that you give him a warm smile. And since Loki doesn't seem to be an imminent threat, you land back on the floor and the glow fades away. You adjust your blouse, which slipped a bit when you were pressed against the window.

"That's not the impression I got," Loki replies.

You catch his gaze. "First impressions can be deceiving. Sometimes."

His expression is emotionless. It's impossible for you to tell if he's upset, amused, or annoyed by the whole situation. Maybe a little of everything. He turns away and walks away, leaving through one of the doors into the adjoining rooms.

That's the end of today's meeting. You are totally fine with that.

"I hope you don't hold my brother's behavior against him," Thor now turns the word to you, "He doesn't mean it."

"Really? How does he mean it then?" you ask, amused, as you gather your bag from the couch.

"It's complicated." The Norse god escorts you to the door. "I assure you he's trying as hard as he can."

You are not so sure about that last part but you smile at him nevertheless. "Thanks, Thor," you simply reply. "It was nice seeing you again."

"Likewise, Lady Witch."

As soon as you leave the suite, your face falls. You tried to appear nonchalant, but the confrontation with Loki has left you quite shaken. The power of a god far exceeds yours and you're glad your defensive spell worked.

You realize that Loki had been holding back. If he really wanted to harm you, you wouldn't have been able to stop him.

Your hand moves to your neck. You can still feel Loki's fingers there, even if it had only been for a very short moment. The feeling brought up old memories you don't want to think about. You shake your head to dispel them.

You noticed that Loki acts differently when interacting with his brother. There's a familiarity between the two of them, despite all the differences they've had in the past. Loki seems to at least somewhat listen to Thor.

Every time any of the other Avengers have spoken of Loki so far, it's been in a very different tone. And with far less kind words. After what just happened, you can't blame them.

You realize that it's not enough just to make Loki socially acceptable among the public. Before that, you have to integrate him into the members of the Avengers. And that could almost be more difficult, considering how much they have been fighting each other. You decide to talk to everyone individually, when you get a chance, and maybe find out more.

But first you need to distract yourself from what just happened.

You are standing in the spacious kitchen of the Tower. In front of you on the stove are two pots. Around you, you have a lot of bowls and pots spread out, from which you grab something and throw it into the hot water. In the air next to you floats a cutting board and a knife that is chopping garlic on its own.

It's a nice change to have so much space at work. Your own kitchen at home isn't exactly small either, but it's packed with so many ingredients and other stuff that sometimes you just run out of space. But since you're supposed to spend more time in the Tower and around Loki anyway, you've brought some of your work here.

Not that Loki would ever leave his suite, as far as you now. Whereas Thor has told you that the two of them visit the training rooms regularly. But the younger prince seems to have a knack for staying invisible.

The only drawback to this modern kitchen is the newfangled stove. You're used to simple gas stoves. You even need an open flame for some potions. Here, there's just a black, smooth surface and a touchfield that doesn't even have real buttons anymore. You've pressed various icons that all make the same beeping sound until the stove finally did what you want it to do.

You hear voices from the adjoining lounge. Someone always seems to be there, which is nice if you're looking for company.

An aromatic smell has spread through the kitchen, which seems to attract some of the others as well, because footsteps approach.

"Should it worry us that you're using our kitchen for your witch brews?" asks Natasha, amused. Behind her, Clint steps in and the two of them watch you working.

"Not at all," you reply with a grin. "But you shouldn't eat anything from unlabeled containers I might leave around. Just to be on the safe side."

"Like this?" asks Clint, pointing to a screw-top jar containing large chunks in a milky liquid.

"No, those are just pickled potatoes. They're really delicious." You see his skeptical face and laugh. "What, don’t you trust potatoes? Are you a Prussian?"

"What?" he asks, puzzled.

"During a famine in Europe, Emperor Frederick II ordered potatoes to be planted. But until then the people knew only about the poisonous leaves and flowers and were kinda wary of them. So the emperor performed a ruse and had his own fields guarded. The people thought that there was something valuable to get there and plundered the fields at night. That’s how potatoes became the most popular food in Central Europe. Prussians hate this trick," you explain as you press the touch field on the stove to turn it off. Natasha helps you to find the right button. "Thanks," you nod at her.

"Fun story," Clint replies meanwhile, "I wouldn't have thought you as a history nerd."

You turn your head to him and look at him with a serious face. "I was there, Gandalf. 300 years ago."

He looks back in surprise. "Wait really?"

"Well, not in Prussia. I was a child at that time and we lived in the south of the Holy Roman Empire."

The other two exchange a glance and you see some silent communication taking place between them. Unfortunately, you don't know what they're saying to each other.

You don't know why people are always so bewildered when they find out how old you really are. Sure, you look a lot younger. Using magic just does that to a body. At its best. Of course, there are types of magic that speed up the aging process immensely. However, you stay far away from those.

Still, just the fact that you are a witch should prepare people mentally. It's usually a theme in most fairy tales and modern pop culture, after all. Like vampires or Asgardian gods. They don't look like they're a thousand years old either.

You magically make the kitchen cabinet open and plates fly out. "Dinner's ready," you announce.

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Okay, so the story about the potatoes in old Prussia is totally true and one of the few things I remember from history class. It's also one of my favorite stories. It's called the 'potato order'. Prussians hate this trick. In my head the witch!reader is about 300 years old. But it won't be specified in the story, besides that she is older than a normal human being. So think as you like. And don't forget to eat your potatoes!

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Hi Hi!!! can i request junkerqueen headcanons with a people pleasing s/o? Like they have a really hard time saying no to things and usually end up being taken advantage of because of that lol, thanks! :)

Odessa Stone w/ A People Pleasing S/O

Australia is not a kind place. Unfortunately for you, you both live there and have an issue disappointing people regardless of attitude towards you.

It’s not your fault. Some people are either just born with that type of personality or, unfortunately, that type of personality is learned. But we won’t get into how.

Despite your personal disadvantages, you have still done relatively well for yourself in Junkertown all things considered. You found a job (as loose as that term can sometimes be in Junkertown) working for Meri in the tinkers. She, being much older than you, could see the kind of person you were. She’d kill you if you ever said so, but she did take a bit of pity on you. She knew that is town was going to eat you alive if someone didn’t at least keep an eye on you. It already had quite a bit as folks here are always willing to pounce on someone who has a hard time disappointing others. If they can get someone to do something for them without having to pay, or threaten them too much, they were going to take it.

Now Meri isn’t a saint either. You often work a little too hard for her simply because she doesn’t know where your boundary is and you don’t want to disappoint her. But, at least you’re getting paid and not getting screwed over.

It’s actually through this arrangement that you met Dez.

Before The Reckoning that would change the leadership in Junkertown, Dez and Meri were semi-acquaintances and she would stop by every once and a while to either give her some parts she had scavenged or take some parts Meri didn’t want.

Dez had never seen you before and was intrigued by your presence. She walked right up to you and struck a conversation. Eventually, after trust was established, a friendship (with a subtle romantic trajectory) formed.

There were some barriers to cross. Meri even gave her a bit of a shovel talk once she realized where your friendship was going. But it wasn’t until Dez was absolutely sure that you also wanted to go before she asked you out.

Well, about as out as you could go in the irradiated outback.

You see, Meri had told her about your people pleasing problem and the last thing Odessa wanted was for you to feel you had to go because she wanted you to. No. This night was supposed to be for both of you.

So she moved much slower than she would have liked (because she really really liked you) but your comfort was most important. She could wait.

And it worked! You both sat up high where you could kinda sorta see the stars if you squinted (radiation and pollution man, sucks) and had a wonderful time.

The rest was history.

By the time The Reckoning came, you were a nervous wreck. Dez and Meri were both competing and you were terrified of what could happen.

Dez did her best to reassure you but you were about as calm as you were likely to get.

You found a seat where you could see and for once you put your foot down when someone tried to get you to move.

When it came down to Meri deciding whether or not to betray King Howl, she also scanned the crowd for you. You met her eyes, pleading for her to help Dez. The combined looks from both of you wore her down and thanks to Meri, Dez had won.

Things have been relatively smooth sailing for the two of you since then. Like don’t get me wrong, establishing Dez as Queen of Junkertown is not an easy task, no transfer of power ever is. But you two, with the addition of Meri and Geiger are a great team. Things aren’t always easy, but you guys work hard and things go relatively smoothly.

Over time you get better and better at saying no to things that are too much for you to handle or that you don’t want to do. Being on the Queen’s council helps.

Besides, Dez is going to let you lift a finger if you don’t want to. You are her beloved and no one (especially not her) is going to make you do anything you don’t want to.

Coincidentally, you do really want to help her out whenever you can. Not because you want to please her, but because you love her.

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prompt: childe is your calculus tutor. that’s it. right?

pairings: childe x gn!reader (no specific anatomy)

warnings: NSFW [MINORS DNI], grinding/dry humping, making out, college!au, 1.5k words

Childe has pretty lips.

Like, really pretty. And you shouldn’t be focusing on things like that but you do – way too much. You focus on everything about Childe, like how blue his eyes are and how he’s got two lip piercings that are totally symmetrical from one another. You focus on how soft his hair is and how badly you want to run your fingers through it. He doesn’t use any product so you would be able to rake your fingertips through every curl easily. You focus on Childe’s ring-covered fingers and calloused palms and trimmed nails.

You’re so busy focusing on Childe that you don’t focus on your calculus homework.

“Pay attention,” Childe says.

“I am,” You lie.

“What’s the derivative of tan?”

“Something.”

He laughs and you start to focus on the sound. You wouldn’t mind hearing it again. It passes through your ears like your favorite song and you hum against the inside of your cheek. Childe is good at math. And he’s good at English. And history. And psychology. He’s good at everything and you’re starting to wonder if he’s actually gifted or if it’s just confidence wrapped up in a charismatic smile.

“It’s secant squared,” He says. Childe reaches over to write something down on your paper and repeats, “Pay attention.”

Studying ends eventually. You won’t focus on your homework and Childe knows. He invites you back to his place and you shouldn’t go, you should stay and study, but you go anyway. He lives in an apartment with three other roommates but none of them are home so you raid their pantries and eat stale potato chips and half-frozen pizza bagels on the floor in the living room.

Childe is older, and cooler, and probably knows exactly what’s doing. In fact, sometimes you think this is what Childe does everytime and you just happened to be his next victim. Not that you’re complaining.

“You know Amber? The girl that sits in front of us in calc? She asked me out,” Childe says casually.

“Oh,” You say, “Okay?”

“Do ya think I should go?”

“What?”

Childe rolls onto the ground and balances his plate of pizza bagels on his stomach. “You can’t do math and now you can’t speak English?” He adds, “I think she’s annoying. But what do you think?”

You want to ask him why it matters what you think. Instead you say, “I think she’s nice.”

He clicks his tongue, “Yeah.”

For a minute, you don’t add anything else. Why would Childe ask you for your opinion on his love-life? He was your tutor, barely your friend, and surely your words held nothing (right?). You cross your arms and think about Childe’s and now you’re focusing on his strong biceps that stretch his thin t-shirts taut. You don’t tell him this but his arms would look better around you than Amber.

“Do you want to go to my room?”

For the second time, you ask, “What?”

The lights are off in his bedroom and neither of you flicker them on. When Childe crawls onto his bed, you’re right beside him. “How did you get accepted to this university?” He asks, shifting his body so his hip-bone is jutting against yours. His arm slips around your waist and your stomach clenches. “You’re going to fail out before you can even graduate.”

“You talk so poorly for someone who's supposed to be helping me,” You counter.

He smiles, “Sorry.”

You can feel his breath against your cheek. “You’re annoying,” You say. “You and Amber would be perfect together.”

Childe snickers and his arm tightens around your waist, “Too bad I'm not into her.” He looks uncertain. It’s different from his usual demeanor. He’s being uncool. But he tries to brush it off when he hooks his ankle around yours and moves his face forward.

You feel hot, understandably, and you wonder if your hands are clammy and your cheeks are dark. Either way, it’s terribly unsexy and you still don’t know what Childe is up to. (Not that you’re trying to be sexy – you’re supposed to be studying).

“Is something wrong?” Childe licks his lips. His tongue pokes out between his lips and runs over his symmetrical lip piercings. They tug at the flesh and give with a pull and now they’re shiny. “Do you want to kiss me?”

His voice is quiet. And gentle. And everything you didn’t expect from your calm and collected calculus tutor. When you don’t answer, Childe unhooks his body from yours and rolls away.

He drags a hand down the side of his face and laughs, “I’ve gone soft.” He waits a moment and then turns to look at you, his eyes glazed with curiosity, “You gonna give me an answer?”

You blink. “What?” Slips from your mouth again. Today, seemingly, it’s your favorite word.

Childe shrugs, “No?”

“No,” You say, “I mean…not no…but…”

He sits up and looks like he’s going to slide off the bed. “It’s cool,” He says slyly. But it’s not cool and you grab his shoulders, pushing him back onto the bed. He’s even closer than he was before, somehow, and your thigh presses against his crotch. Childe watches you intently. He’s waiting for you to say something, do something, but you can only stare in silence. A shaky hand reaches up to cup your chin, “Tell me you want me to kiss you.”

You hear your own voice before you can register, then you’re speaking, “Kiss me.”

Childe leans in and his lips press against yours. For a moment, it’s awkward. You remind yourself that he was your tutor, barely your friend, and maybe you shouldn’t be doing this. Maybe you should be downstairs in the lounge studying for your calculus test. But then Childe’s hand moves to the small of your back and pulls you in and you decide that maybe it doesn’t matter. He’s a good kisser and maybe you want to kiss him more, maybe you want to kiss him harder.

And maybe you press your thigh against the growing tent in Childe’s pants just to hear what else can come out of his pretty lips.

“You…” He pulls back to take a deep breath and his eyes are dark, “Looks like there’s something you’re finally good at – this.”

Childe doesn’t waste any time kissing you again and you learn how utterly needy he is. He pushes you back and rolls on top of you. His tongue is in your mouth and his hips rock against yours frantically and you feel like you’re drowning. You want to touch his body, focus on every inch of unexplored skin, and make this feeling last forever.

His name slips from your lips in a shaky whisper and every time Childe rolls his hips against yours, your stomach clenches. If he doesn’t stop, you’re going to explode.

But he doesn’t stop and you groan when it hits you. Your body shudders, your skin hot and tingly to the touch, and Childe buries his face in the crook of your neck. He grinds his body down particularly hard and his hips suddenly stall. An agonizingly perfect moan escapes his mouth and you swear it sounds like euphoria.

He lays on top of you for a moment before rolling to the side and staring at your breathless face. His fingers ghost against your chin, turning your head to look at him with a delicate pull. He suggests cautiously. “Can I…?”

“Mhm.”

Childe reaches down to unbutton your jeans. His fingers brush against your heat accidentally but once your pants are scattered somewhere, his touches are purposeful and it makes you shiver. He kisses you again, this time slower, and breathes against your lips.

“I don’t want to be your calculus tutor,” Childe says quietly. You stare in confusion so he adds, “I don’t want to be just your calculus tutor.”

“You want to be my English tutor, too?” You joke.

Childe cracks a smile before his expression goes serious, “I want to be your boyfriend who helps you with calculus. If that’s…”

You smile to yourself. It’s unnerving to see Childe so capable of doubting himself. And you shouldn’t be focusing on things like that but you kind of like it – like that Childe was so phlegmatic and level-headed until you came around and didn’t know what the derivative of tan was. You hug an arm around his middle.

“We’ll get to do this more often,” He adds, as if he’s trying to convince you.

Your face heats up again in arousal and awe and the blatant curiosity of what it would be like to explore your calculus tutor in that way. What would Childe feel like? What would he taste like? What sounds would he make?

But this goes beyond sex and both of you know that. For a moment, you mind wanders to think about holding Childe’s hand around campus.

“You’re bad at giving people answers.”

“Sorry,” You say. “I want you to be my boyfriend who helps me with calculus, too.”

“Okay. Cool. Me too. I already said that.”

You kiss him again and decide that you’re definitely addicted to the feeling. But you don’t mind because Childe has pretty lips.

a/n: bumbleklee comeback LOL!!! spread the word!!! reblogs, comments and likes are hugely appreciated and i hope you guys like this short :)

a/n a/n: THIS IS ALSO DEDICATED TO MAL HEHE @rqnvindr

#childe x reader #childe x gn!reader #genshin spicy #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x gn reader #childe #genshin childe #childe x you #tartaglia x reader #genshin x you #genshin self insert #gender neutral reader

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 2 years

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So I've decided to do some ✨Mike Wheeler Headcanons✨

I'm apparently in a very big Mike Wheeler appreciation mood right now, so here y'all go

-He tends to move around a lot. If he's sitting, then it's things like the crossing and uncrossing of his legs, taps of his fingers or toes, brushing his hands on his knees, etc. If he's standing or leaning, then it's rocking slightly back and forth or tapping his shoes on the ground or sometimes even pacing. He does it without thinking a lot of the time and sometimes someone else in the room ends up pointing it out to him or asking if he's alright

-Mike has ADHD/ADD. I have this headcanon for both him and Robin and I've seen it talked about with Robin a few times, but I have no idea if this is a thing people really relate to Mike or not, tbh. His isn't quite the same as Robin's, but it's definitely there, in my opinion

-He moves around a lot more and gets really fidgety when he's super excited or happy about something. Like, I keep thinking about that little wiggle he does in the pizza scene with El when she tells him that she missed him, like there's a lot of things like that when he's super hyped about something. It's not the same as his usual moving around a lot thing. It's more like little wiggles and random hand motions and drumming on random objects

-His favorite color is either green or orange

-He actually really likes flowers, though he doesn't really admit it to anyone. His favorites are roses and peonies

-He prefers bacon over sausage

-His favorite pizza topping is just cheese. Just plain cheese pizza

-He really likes coffee

-His favorite chocolate is white chocolate

-His favorite book genres are fantasy, mystery, and romance

-He's actually a very clean and organized person the majority of the time (and it improves with age)

-I feel like this is already kinda canon, but he doesn't like having his picture taken, it makes him feel all weird and a big part of it is definitely his insecurities

-He's more or a pie person than a cake person

-His favorite animals are cats, ferrets, elephants, and horses

-He absolutely loves creative writing, it's one of the reasons he's such a good DM for the party, and he eventually goes into writing for his career

-He really likes odd numbers (And El just so happens to be one as well 😂💀)

-One time when he was 8, he fell off of his bike and his arm landed on a shard of broken glass that was on the ground. He had to get stitches and he still has a scar from it right below the outside of his right elbow

-He likes to doodle a lot. He's not really that good at it, not nearly as talented as Will, but he thinks its really fun

-He doesn't really like swimming. I mean, he'll chill at the shallow end of the pool, but he doesn't really do much beyond that, it just isn't really his thing

-Lemonade is one of his favorite drinks. Especially raspberry or strawberry lemonade

-Whenever he starts drinking alcohol, he tends to go more for wine and liquor. Drinking in general isn't really something he does a lot, though, and it's mainly a social activity for him

-He has an absolute fascination with moths. He studies them and thinks they're so cool. He knows so much random shit about them. He could sit and tell you about them all day and do it happily

-He really loves spicy food

-He loves decorating his personal spaces. It's all very eccentric and random

-He hates plaid patterning. It's fine if other people have it or wear it, but he personally would never

-He's a workout runner. He really enjoys going out in the early morning right before the sun starts rising. Then he comes home and sits in the silence as everything is waking up and he thinks it's really nice. A lot of the time by the time he gets back, El is awake and has two cups of coffee in hand so they can sit and drink them together

-He's actually an early riser. He love his sleep, but he loves his routine more

-His least favorite colors are black and red, but he doesn't have like, a super big hatred for them or anything like that

-Once he's old enough and has the money to pay for it, he gets El's 011 tattoo on himself as well in the same exact spot as hers, so that they can match, and so that she doesn't feel as self conscious about it anymore

-He dyed his hair orange once on a dare. We don't speak of that time

-He thinks soda is kinda overrated, he doesn't drink a lot of it, it all depends on the kind. He's a sucker for peach flavored sodas, though

-And just peach flavored things in general. It's his favorite fruit

-He's a little more afraid of the dark than he'd like to admit to anyone, including himself

-He actually kinda likes spiders, but they also kinda freak him out at the same time

-His favorite nuts are pistachios

-He has a collection of magnifying glasses that he absolutely loves

-He's a beanie boy

So, in conclusion, I absolutely love Michael Wheeler and he is such a beautiful person. I hope you enjoyed all my random ass headcanons for him!!!! I was hanging out in the kitchen while typing this post out so that's why there's so many food and drink related ones, I'm sorry 💀💀 But seriously, lemme know what you think!!!! I love talking about these kinds of things with y'all, as I'm sure you've noticed 💜💜💜

#purple_strxnger #stranger things #mike wheeler #mileven #mike wheeler hc #mike wheeler thoughts #mike wheeler appreciation #mike wheeler defense squad #mike wheeler protection squad #mike wheeler is amazing #mike wheeler is a sweet lil beanpole #he must be protected at all costs #thank you very very much #headcanons #stranger things headcanons #mike wheeler headcanons

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lizadale · 2 years

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this isn’t the AU i was supposed to be working on but. i did write a little

(underlord au, some saucy talk)

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“Go away,” you say automatically, as the door to your office creaks open.

Dimentio bats the reports from your desk onto the floor like a petulant housecat and slides his way onto the wooden surface before you, stretching out on his back. “I should like to discuss the circular room on the third floor, east wing, labeled only as Coffers.”

“You thinking it needs a fresh coat of paint?” you ask, clicking your pen in annoyance.

You really shouldn’t be surprised at how good Dimentio is at finding places he shouldn’t be at, since it seems to be an innate talent of his. You’ve since given up on the D-Men doing anything useful to keep him herded away from certain corridors; all he has to do is open his mouth and they’re already hopelessly confused.

“Lemme see your hands,” you say.

He unfolds his arms from behind his head and lightly claps each side of your face with his hands. Neither of them are damaged, which means he’s learned a bit of restraint.

“I’m so proud of you… You’ve stopped touching forbidden doors…”

“The Coffers,” he repeats, pulling on your cheeks.

“It’s where the magic is stored,” you confirm blandly.

He grins widely, sitting up in front of you on the desk so he’s looking down at you. “And what happens if I touch the door?”

“Well, you wouldn’t be getting any magic back, that’s for sure.”

He tilts his head. His hands roam as badly as the rest of him.

“You won’t want to touch that, either,” you warn as his touch nears the shard of Jaydes’ crown that you keep behind your right ear.

“Hmm,” he says, pretending to not be interested. The vacant grin never leaves his face. “You’re not very assertive, for a king. How many centuries have you been here, pretending to rule? Aren’t you tired of being nice~?”

“Mostly, I’m just tired.”

You’re starting to consider how far back flipping the desk over on him will put your relationship when the door opens again, this time so aggressively that it bounces on its hinges. Another precarious stack of papers slides off the metal filing cabinets to join the other documents on the floor.

“Go away,” you repeat around Dimentio’s inquisitive fingers, and he jolts.

“A’ight, listen, gonna need a fucking decree or some shit, the people upstairs are driving me—” King Boo stops in the doorway, squinting. “—the hell did I just walk into?”

You pull Dimentio’s fingers out of your mouth and stand up. “Don’t worry about it,” you deflect, picking Dimentio up (again, he hisses and tries to jerk away) and throwing him into your vacated chair. “I need a walk.”

Boo is still squinting at Dimentio like he’s an unpleasant stain on your chair, but he eventually stalks you into the hallway, and you gesture an ‘all good’ at the startled D-Man by the door.

This is pretty normal. King Boo isn’t supposed to come down here, but he does it anyway. Someone becoming a ghost means that they’re locked out of afterlife in either the Underwhere or Overthere. The majority of ghosts can’t cross into either area at all, but Boo is both ridiculously powerful and excels in skirting rules. Still, he’s not invincible—if he stays down here longer than about forty minutes, his spirit starts to unravel.

So, it’s sort of become a thing that every now and then he’ll journey down here to poke you and complain. The more infrequent his visits, the longer he can annoy you, but that time is oddly precious. Again, this is someone you know from your life, and his complaints often serve to update you on the status of the world you left behind.

Of course, you can also make short excursions to the living world, but the need for it is rare.

“How much I need to give you to admit Gadd?” He’s asked you this at least eighty times now, once per visit, but it never gets less amusing.

“No price is high enough.” You chew the inside of your cheek. “Just erase him.”

“Wow, cold! I can’t, though, it’s against my religion.”

“Because he’s a ghost?”

“It’d set a bad example. He’s a—” Boo pulls his face in like he’s eaten something sour. “—a subject.”

You snort at the irony. Professor E. Gadd, who spent much of his life studying ghosts, was so determined to finish his research that he decided to remain in Evershade to haunt alongside them when he passed. You were still alive at the time he went, but you’ve refused to visit him because, really—what a lunatic? He literally died as a desired result of an experiment, not warning you first, and then expected you to react by stuffing his ectoplasm in a test tube. You thought you committed murder and were going to spend the rest of your life behind bars.

You’re only half-surprised to hear of Gadd still being a general menace. You’re whole-surprised that King Boo is referring to him as a member of his kingdom.

“…How’s Polter?” you ask longingly.

“Still sleeping every night on top of your marker.”

Oof. You inhale, chest tight. “He’s not there all the time though, right?”

“Every night,” Boo repeats, flapping his stubby arms emphatically. “The day he’s bugging the rest of us.”

“Good. I told him to keep you in line.”

“Keh. Sucks at it.”

You miss your dog. You’ve gone up a couple times to see him; both times he was, as Boo says, keeping vigil over your gravesite. You can visit again, hopefully, when the Underwhere is done being stupid for a minute.

“The new guy’s a menace, too,” Boo says as the two of you drift aimlessly around the courtyard.

You startle. “Already? There’s a new set?!”

The ghost grimaces at you. “Might not be exactly your replacement,” he admits. “But there’s a new constellation of Star Children, apparently.”

“…And why, what’s he doing?”

“Well, I mean, the new guy’s actually a girl, but.”

“How old is she?”

“Not your type.”

“That’s not why I—”

“And she’s like, I dunno, six? Don’t be creepy.”

You attempt to massage the headache from your temples. “Boo. You don’t remember being six? Everyone is a menace at six years old. I was pulling the tape out of VHS cassettes at six to see if I could read the movies like comic strips.” You fold your arms indignantly and grimace back at him. “…Why the heck are you watching a child? I’m creepy?”

“I just wanted a peek! But she saw me and called me a ‘fat marshmallow dummy.’ So, I’ve decided we’re enemies now.”

You laugh at his pettiness. Some things never change; in that regard, Boo’s visits are always refreshing.

“Anyway, what’s with the arm candy?” he asks, making another unsavory face, and you abruptly choke on your laughter.

“He’s not arm candy,” you say defensively. “I’m trying to seduce him.”

Boo looks like he’s running calculations to determine the correlation between those two defenses and how, exactly, he might be considered wrong. “He already had his fingers in your mouth. Not sure his dick is far off.”

You wince. “No, no. I’m trying to seduce him into companionship.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” he says, cackling. “Wow.”

“He wants an ‘enemies with benefits’ sort of deal, but I’m not a fan of the ways that could go wrong.”

“I mean, enemies with benefits sounds kinda sexy, though,” Boo says thoughtfully.

“Don’t get any ideas.”

“Don’t worry,” he assures coyly. “The forty-minute limit is kind of a dealbreaker, y’know?”

“Most people could get a lot done in forty minutes,” you say, raising your eyebrows.

“Ha! Ha. Yeah. Shut up. I know I started it, but we’re not discussing this.”

Oh, you are so relieved that your relationship with King Boo is allowed to be weird but will never be that weird. You only have the capacity for one weird relationship at a time.

It isn’t long before Boo runs out of things to run his overlarge mouth about and skips back to his domain. You’re feeling a bit better by the time you get back into the palace. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea leaving Dimentio to his own devices in your personal office with many of the file cabinets still unlocked, but when you arrive back in the room it’s to see the room wholly unbothered and the gremlin in question spinning idly around in your chair.

“Who was that?” he asks.

“Sidechick,” you say flatly.

He frowns at you suspiciously, but since he’s still spinning in the chair you only briefly see it and it loses most of its effect.

You retrieve the avalanche of documents from the floor, though you don’t bother putting them back in order or even entertaining the idea that you might get any more work done. Dropping the uneven stack unceremoniously on top of a filing cabinet, you give him an expectant look. “I’ll take my chair back.”

“No,” he says lightly. “I have decided it’s quite comfortable.”

“You gonna do all my paperwork?”

“May I use your pen~?”

“Absolutely not!” You go to pick him up from the desk chair, but this time instead of merely fighting you after you start moving him, he actually holds onto the armrest so you have a greater deal of trouble uprooting him. It devolves into a childish struggle, with you only caring to lift him enough so that you can slide yourself underneath him into the seat, and regretfully you wind up with him on your lap. This is not optimal.

“Hm, this arrangement works just fine, too,” he decides, worming his hands under your muffler with a self-satisfied sort of smirk.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh,” you groan, slumping in your chair and looking up at the ceiling. Maybe you should just…let him play? If you stop fighting him, surely he’ll just get bored. Maybe that’s you’re whole problem, and it’ll stop being fun when you stop reacting to it.

Though he’s just doing his ‘job’, really, if he’s insistent on considering himself a jester. If you, in theory, have taken Count Bleck’s spot as the king of Dimentio’s court, then he’ll probably never drop you as a target for poking. Which is fine in its own way, if it means he won’t get bored and leave, but it’s also…

…not quite enough. If you’re already the king, are you allowed to still be greedy?

You take your eyes off the ceiling. His chin is nearly level with yours right now, though he’s more interested in skating his fingernails all over your chest through your open collar than making eye contact. The expanding scars on his face are even more concerning this close up. You could just…heal it without asking. Save yourself the trouble of getting him to agree to it. But, well, that might be too personal. It’s not your place.

But his face is also really close, and that’s pretty personal, too. And you’d barely have to tilt your chin. Barely have to move just a little bit forward. And—

You must have been moving without really thinking about it, because he’s off your lap in a flash and across the room, on the other side of your desk. The ill-fated stack of papers, again, unstacks itself all over the rug.

You blink. Now, wait a hot second. “Get back here, you flighty bastard—”

“What do you think you’re doing?” he demands, looking rattled. “You—”

“Kiss me on the lips.”

“What?” he scoffs incredulously. “No.”

He glares at you. You glare back.

“Agent Jones,” you call, leaning forward to rest your elbows on the desk. “Do you copy?”

“Wh—”

The D-Man stationed outside your office steps unsurely into the doorway. “Uh, am I Jones?”

“Where’s your nametag, agent?”

He looks at you for a moment, patting the spot on his jacket where a nametag might be, even though you never actually had any made.

“…I’m Jones,” he decides boldly, saluting and turning toward a befuddled Dimentio. “You’ve refused to kiss His Majesty on the lips. I will now escort you from the premises.” Then he starts strong-arming him out into the hallway. You make a mental note to slip this minion an extra vacation day under the table.

“Excuse me?!” Dimentio blusters, unhappily being dragged. “What is the meaning—?”

“Kiss me on the lips, you coward!” you yell into the hallway after him.

“I’LL NEVER DO IT!” he bellows.

“Then writhe in futility!”

He shouts something sounding like maybe half a dozen curse words mangled together, and then a door slams shut. In the resulting quiet, you try to focus on the few reports that remain desk-side, but for a solid portion of time you cannot stop being frustrated, and somehow you end up with a dozen or so origami flowers all over the desk.

#my writing #underlord au #self-indulgence my old friend #mostly i just think i'm funny

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bts-reveries · 2 years

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feelings | 17

(photos in the end)

You got up early, as you do every non school day, and got ready.

Just for a solo date since all your friends were too busy to hangout. Which you completely understand. But you wanted to get out today and keep yourself busy rather than just staying in your dorm room, soaking up in your sadness.

You made your way to Magic Shop, which was right across an ice cream shop named “Silver Spoon”.

You cross your arms over your chest, tucking your hands under your arms to keep warm as it was a little chilly this morning. Which was perfect weather for ice cream, as you and Jungkook would say.

You glance at Silver Spoon as you are approaching Magic Shop and your stomach drops. From the window, you can see Jungkook in one of the booths, laughing, and across from him was Hyejin with ice cream above her lip. Jungkook reaches over and wipes it off of her with his thumb and you rush inside the coffee shop.

“Hi! Welcome to the Magic Shop,” Gaeun greets you happily. Her face drops when you smile at her. “I’m sorry if this sounds weird, but I’ve seen you enough times here to see what a real smile looks like.” She quickly punches stuff into the cash register.

“Ah,” you sigh out a small laugh. “It’s a long story..” You don’t notice, but Gaeun was already making your drink.

“I have time,” she says, smiling at you.

“Wait, are you making my…” you look around you and see that the shop is empty.

“You get the same thing every time,” she says. “And it’s on me, no worries.” Your heart squeezed for a second and you thank her, sliding into a stool at the counter.

“So what happened? And where’s your guy friend?” She asks you, turning around to hand you your hot matcha latte and even a nutella banana toast.

“Oh my goodness, you even remembered the toast,” you say. “This is so sweet, thank you.”

“No problem. Now what’s up?” She says. You giggle, wrapping your hands around the cup.

“This is the first time I heard you talk so much, it’s making me happy,” you say, taking a quick sip. “Ah, so…” You then tell her the whole story.

“Oh my,” she says, looking behind you at the ice cream shop across the street. You had just told her you saw him as you were walking. “So he didn’t see you?”

You shake your head no. “No, they were like… having a moment and then I rushed in here.” You laugh sheepishly, finishing your latte after.

“They’re leaving right now,” Gaeun says, watching Jungkook open the door for Hyejin. You hesitate, but you turn around to watch them go.

“He looks so happy though,” you say, turning back to face Gaeun. “It could’ve been me if I wasn’t so scared.” You pout, resting your chin on your hand.

“It’s okay,” she says, in an attempt to reassure you. “Like what you said, everyone is asking why didn’t you just say yes since you felt the same way, but it’s easier said than done. You grew up with the thought of losing him if you ever confessed. It’s hard to just… you know… forget about something you’ve been telling yourself constantly. I mean, at this point, since you’ve been telling yourself for so many years that you will lose each other when you get together.. It eventually came true for you. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah, if you constantly lie to yourself, the lie eventually becomes the truth,” you say. “How can I change that?”

“I think you’re already starting to,” she says. “I mean, you want to tell him now right?”

“I do, I mean, I was going to.. But right when I was about to tell him, he drops a bomb on me and tells me there’s someone else,” you say. “I don’t know if it’s always the wrong timing, or just… wrong.”

“I understand, I mean, it’s hard to tell,” she says, fiddling with her fingers. “I want to tell you there’ll be a time where it’ll all workout but that’s if they go wrong and it doesn’t feel right to wish bad things upon them.” You nod.

“That’s what I was thinking, that’s why I don’t want to tell him anymore. It’s wrong, especially now that he has someone.” You say. She nods in agreement. “I just.. really blew my chances.”

“Maybe, but you might just get another chance with someone else instead. If it’s really not meant to be, but hey, after all these years, it was always you two.”

“Yeah, because all these years, there were never anyone else.”

“Hey!” Taehyung says through the phone. He had just called you as you were leaving the coffee shop. You had a very good time with Gaeun and you believe you had just made a new friend.

“Hi, what’s up? I thought you’re not free until after 2,” you say.

“That’s what I thought, but I finished earlier than expected so we can spend the rest of the day together. Where are you at? I’ll pick you up,” he says. You can hear him getting in his car.

“I’m right outside Magic Shop, I was about to head back to the dorms.”

“Oh okay, well just stay put, I’ll be there in like 5 minutes.”

“Okaaay, I’ll be waiting. I’ll see you then,” you say bye before ending the call. You hum to yourself, wrapping your arms around your torso to keep warm as the wind blows your direction.

You look both sides of the street as you wait for Taehyung, hoping he’d get here soon because you couldn’t go back to talk with Gaeun inside since customers started piling in. You turn your head to the right when you see Jungkook, again, walk out of another shop with Hyejin. He’s smiling at her as she steps out. She walks ahead of him, turning around quickly, her hair blowing everywhere. Jungkook bends down slightly and brushes her hair out of her face and holds them down by placing both hands on her cheeks. You then see him lean in with his lips puckered and–

*HONK*

You jump slightly at the loud sound and Jungkook and Hyejin hear it too. They both turn around and you quickly look at Taehyung who’s laughing at you.

“Tae!” You whisper yell, grabbing the car door handle and yanking on it. It was locked. “Unlock the door!” You say, pointing at the door. He looks at you confused and you knock on the window, pointing at the lock.

“OH,” he says. Although you can’t hear him out loud, you can hear him in your head.

He unlocks the door and you quickly hop in.

“Go go go,” you say, strapping your seatbelt on.

“What’s the hurry?” He says, turning the wheel.

“Jungkook and Hyejin are right there!” You whisper, facing your window in an attempt for Jungkook not to see you. Although you think he already has.

“Where?” Taehyung says, not noticing the two until he drives by them. “Oh my gosh,” he says as he passes. “I just made eye contact with her.”

“They’ve literally have been out together all morning, AND they’re already kissing!”

Taehyung’s jaw drops. They’re definitely not acting anymore.

“Wait, were you stalking them?” he says suddenly. You scoff, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Of course not. I was on my way to Magic Shop when I saw them eating ice cream at Silver Spoon.”

Taehyung sighs.

“Okay, Yn, I have a confession to make,” he says. You turn to him. “You’re going to hate us for this..”

“What is it?” you say. You felt your heart beating faster.

“Well, me and the boys suggested to Jungkook that he fake dates with Hyejin in an attempt to get you to confess to him and it’s only been a couple of dates but I think our plan backfired and I think they really do like each other. They were talking in our groupchat, the one without you in it, and they said they have a lot of things in common and actually have fun hanging out so I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” He says quickly.

You look at him in shock.

“Okay… that’s a .. lot,” you say slowly. “But one, so he knows that I like him–”

“No, he doesn’t. He’s actually really oblivious about that. I don’t know how, we literally spilled so many times.” You blink slowly.

“Okay. Well, two, as an avid drama watcher, you should know that every time someone fake dates, real feelings ensues.. So why would you do that,” you say.

“I don’t know! I thought it would work!” Taehyung yells.

“I was literally going to confess the other night but none of you would answer my calls and so I texted Jungkook telling him if we can meet the next day, so I can tell him, and before I could say anything, he told me he was going to start seeing Hyejin,” you explain. Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“I literally was the one who texted all that.”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS.”

“I’M SO SORRY.”

“TAEHYUNG.”

“I SWEAR I WILL NEVER BUTT INTO YOUR LOVE LIFE EVER AGAIN.”

“WELL BECAUSE OF YOU I DON’T HAVE A LOVE LIFE.”

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๑ part seventeen: i’m so sorry ๑

pairings: jungkook x reader

a/n: disclaimer, when taehyung and yn are yelling at each other, it’s one of those moments when you’re like upset, but not mad at each other, you know?

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I’LL PROVE YOU WRONG

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Pairing: gn!reader x toji fushiguro

Genre: +18

Summary: You’re a middle school teacher and you end up having to call the parents of two kids that fought. But what you didn’t expect is the fact that the dad of one of them shows you he can get anything he wants.

“So you’re telling me my son has punched a kid?”

You were a middle school teacher, a 6th and 7th teacher to be exact and some of your students have been involved in a fight. Megumi is a sweet child but he didn’t hold back whenever someone would make fun of his sister so, to protect her from hearing those types of comments, he punched the kid who said nasty things to his sister.

Eventually, you had to call the parents of each kid and tell them what happened. Bur you weren’t expecting Megumi’s father to be this… intriguing.

He was super tall, looking down at you while talking which made you slightly uncomfortable. Not to mention how muscular he was, he could probably push you with his pinky finger and you would still move from the place you were standing.

“Yes. I’m sorry this is happening, Mr. Fushiguro” You bowed at him “I know Megumi was just trying to protect his sister but unfortunately we have to follow the rules”

He rolled his eyes in annoyance “I know… I know. So the other kid’s parents want to file charges?”

“Yeah… I’ve tried to talk to his mom but she insists on calling the police. I told her the best would be the parents talking to each child and telling them what they did wrong”

A smirk played across his lips “Did you just say mom?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion “Yes, she is waiting outside while I talk to you”

“Let her in, I will convince her not file charges” He said with a smile that you couldn’t quite understand. You looked at him still confused and proceed to open the door to see a furious mom walk in.

“You!” She pointed at Toji “Tell your kid not to touch my son. He is so scared now! Do you know what I had to do to calm him down?!”

Toji looked at her straight in the eyes and you saw the furious lady widening her eyes slightly, observing the man in front of her. She was quick to cross her arms and try to focus again but she wasn’t lucky as the tall man approached her, invading her personal space.

He leaned on her, his cologne entering her nostrils while she looked at him with big eyes as if she was hypnotized.

You weren’t sure what you were about to witness.

“I’m sorry this is happening, but my son has been through a lot and so has his sister. He only did that to protect her. You only want to protect your son too, right?”

She nodded slowly, still looking into his eyes.

“Then can we please let this go?” He put his hand on her shoulder and he felt her shiver, making a smirk appear on his face “I will talk to my boy and explain to him this wasn’t okay to do”

“I… I think that would be the best way to handle this situation” She stuttered, feeling intimidated by the man.

“Good” He said before grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles “Mrs…?”

“Mrs. Yamata” She was quick to answer, smiling at him.

“Thank you for being so understanding, Mrs. Yamata. Hopefully our boys will understand from their mistakes” He said, brushing his black bangs away from his eyes.

“I really hope so” She replied, turning to you “I won't be reporting anything. Thank you for handling our kids in the best way, my son always speaks highly of you”

You bowed thankfully “Thank you, it’s my pleasure”

She closed the door and you could still hear her high heels against the floor until it became silent. You were petrified, did your student’s father just seduce the woman so she wouldn’t file charges against his kid?

Well, that’s what you can do when you’re that handsome.

“Earth to, Y/N. Are you there?” He snapped his fingers in front of your face until you finally focused on him, your eyebrows twitching because of how informal he treated you.

“Did you just really flirt with her? Just like that?” You asked incredulous, still not believing what your eyes had witnessed.

He shrugged, sitting on top of your desk next to you “It always works”

You scoffed at his boldness, how can he be so shameless?

“I really doubt that always work” You told him “What if it was an older lady?”

He laughed, a genuine laugh that almost made you smile “That also works on them”

“Hm” You hummed, not convinced “Sure…”

“You don’t believe it works?” He arched an eyebrow, supporting himself on the table with his arms, his defined biceps showing.

Okay, maybe if they saw what you were seeing right now that would convince them.

“Do you have a wife?” You asked him instead and he shook his head.

“At least that, not sure if you had a wife she would like this kind of behavior”

Something darkened in his eyes but you didn’t catch it. He turned all of his attention to you “What do you mean by behavior?”

“Flirting with people” You told him as if it wasn’t clear enough “That woman has a husband, you know?”

“She clearly didn’t think of him when I held her hand” He counter-attacked, a cocky smile on his lips “But now that we are talking of behavior… You’re over there judging mine while you act all innocent and fair”

“But something tells me you aren’t that innocent…”

You laughed at his face “Please, you don’t even know me-“

He put his index finger on top of your lips, to shut you off while his other hand wrapped around your waist and pulled your body into him. You gasped in surprise, feeling every muscle of his pressed into your body. Leaning you on the table, he dragged his finger that was on your lips to your jaw in a slow and painful move as it made its way towards your neck.

Toji stroked your neck, feeling you swallow your saliva because of how nervous you were feeling. You wanted to pull away, prove to him he was wrong and you weren’t like the other people.

“Megumi told me had a gorgeous teacher, but he forgot to tell me you were this hot” The hand that was still on your waist started caressing your skin there as his fingers found the way underneath your shirt.

“He is 12 years old, of course he wouldn’t say I’m hot” You rolled your eyes, fighting the urge to give into him.

“Ah, so you only talk to hide the fact that you are enjoying this, huh?” He smirked, leaning into your ear as his lips brushed against the shell of your ear “Are you really going to tell me you’re strong enough to push me away?”

This last phrase made you blush hard, a pink tint spreading on your cheeks.

“Yes, please let me go. Someone might enter and see this! This is inappropriate” You gulp, not sure why you said those words when your head was thinking about other ones to say instead.

“Then at least we should give them a good show” He grabbed your chin harshly before slamming his lips into yours, you cursed yourself for the way you melted in the kiss and for the way your hands immediately went to his chest to look for more closeness with him. If he hadn’t you against the desk, you’re sure your knees would have given up by this moment.

His kiss was fervid, harsh and passionate. His tongue danced with yours as if you had kissed him before, him always fighting for dominance as he sighed into the kiss when he felt your hands traveling through his black hair. He pushed you closer to him until there was no space for any air to pass, you swore he could feel your fast heart and you knew deep inside your heart he was right.

It always worked.

You removed your mouth from him, searching for air after that breathtaking kiss and you noticed the way he smirked at you, an eyebrow raised, waiting for you to start talking and explaining how you two ended up in that situation if you were so innocent after all.

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