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daryfromthefuture · 2 years

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Today I offer you...

...cheese. This is so extremely cheesy that I don't want to put it on ao3, but I also don't want the 2k words to be for nothing so I'm leaving this here.

It's just some post-canon Doc and Marty fluff. I also love rainy settings, if you haven't noticed already.

The night was unusually cold for a Californian fall. By the end of November, the leaves on the trees and bushes were colored a dirty brown, and the grass had lost its bright, optimistic green. Clouds had been collecting themselves up in the sky for the entire day now, hinting at the thunderstorm that was hitting the town for roughly half an hour already. The citizens were asleep, most likely lulled by the steady sound of raindrops and thunder.

Yet, Marty McFly, a seventeen year old teenager, was wide awake and standing in front of a run-down garage at John F. Kennedy drive. He was alone as he could be, at one AM, no one would be around to notice him and drag him back home. And Marty was happy about it - the last thing he needed were concerned gazes and attempts to take care of him.

He didn't deserve any of it. Not after all the screw-ups he'd made in two and a half weeks back in late October.

His best friend, Doctor Emmett Brown, had used to live in this garage before the time travel adventure had taken place. The building had been Marty's second home, or just home, even. Somewhere where he felt safe, appreciated, welcome and loved. But now, thanks to Marty himself, it was empty.

It was his fault Doc had decided to remain in the 19th century. Of course, who wouldn't choose an intelligent woman and two quirky and smart kids over a quiet and dumb teenager who couldn't even follow simple instructions? And while Marty had seemingly done nothing but ruin the universe every time they'd traveled, it had been to Doc to fix it. Marty wasn't surprised that Doc was tired of him.

But the boy himself had never missed a person so terribly as he missed Doc Brown.

He slowly made his way up to the door of the lab, his wet hair hanging right into his vision. He didn't bother brushing it away as he heavily lowered himself to the cold pavement, staring into nothing.

Marty considered going inside for a moment. The key theoretically was still under the doormat, all he had to do was open the door and step into the garage. But he knew he couldn't do it. The great memories he'd created in this building were too overwhelming for him at the moment. He didn't want to feel happiness when his best friend felt it perfectly without him. And he wasn't ready to see the once lively interior covered in layers of dust. He wasn't ready to go inside and be met with a practically dead place.

Thunder cracked above him, and Marty shivered from the cold that came over him. Reminded of how foolish and weak he was, he let out a pitiful whimper. What was he even doing here? Why was he here if it brought up so many things he didn't want to ponder about?

Against his will, he felt tears burning in his throat and he tried his best to swallow them away. Oh, how badly he missed Doc. How badly he missed his laughter and jokes, his gentle smile, his way of explaining things, how he cursed when something didn't work, his saxophone playing, his warm and so comforting hugs…

Marty couldn't prevent the tears from falling. It had finally become too much for him. He tried his best to keep it together, to handle this situation like a man and accept the fact that Doc was done with him for good. But he couldn't. Not when everything still was so fresh.

And so Marty McFly sat there, sobbing bitterly, at the doorstep of his best friend's home, soaked through and hands and feet cold as ice, in the middle of a rainy November night.

***

Emmett brought his second DeLorean time machine up to 88 mph, his plan being to grab some books from his old lab. His older son Jules had recently expressed an interest in science fiction, and since that genre wasn't as spread in 1893 as it was in the late 20th century, Doc had decided to make a quick trip and grab some great alien and space stories he'd collected over the years.

He carefully hid the car behind a Burger King billboard, promising himself to make it quick. He didn't want to risk the DeLorean being discovered. He jogged up to his old lab, smiling fondly at its sight. It had been a while since he'd last seen the place, and he suddenly felt that he had indeed missed it a little.

He shook his umbrella in order to dry it up a little. He had surely chosen a fantastic day for his return, as it seemed.

Preparing himself for his mission, the scientist went up to the metal fence and was surprised to see that it had already been opened. He stopped in his step. Strange. Had there been an intruder? Or had something else caused the lock to jump open?

But then he heard it. Sobbing.

And it came straight from his door.

He frowned, puzzled. But as he went up to the entrance to the building, he saw a small, hunched figure sitting on the floor.

Doc's heart skipped a beat. Marty. His greatest companion, his little future boy. His Marty, crying his big, kind heart out right in front of Emmett's lab. What had he and the DeLorean only done to this poor boy?

At a loss for what to do, Emmett crouched down and set a hand on the teen's shoulder. "Marty?"

Marty flinched. Doc. Doc was crouched down in front of him, eyebrows furrowed with worry and a trace of tenderness. He was really there. Marty immediately stopped the flow of tears, extremely embarrassed. "D-Doc?"

Emmett ran a hand up and down Marty's arm. "Yes, yes, it's me. What are you doing here in this weather, let alone this hour?!"

"I, uh, I-", Marty cursed internally as he choked on tears again and his voice cracked, "I wanted to- uh, get away from home and- and think about stuff. Didn't expect you to show up."

Doc sighed with great sympathy. "Oh, Marty…"

The boy quickly jumped to his feet, fiddling with his wet t-shirt. "I, um, I don't mean to be a bother. You wanted to go in there, didn't you? Please, go ahead, I'm not stopping you."

Emmett sighed once again before unlocking the door and stepping inside without another word. When Marty didn't follow him a few seconds later, he reached out and pulled the boy into the garage by his arm.

"Doc! You didn't have to-"

"Nonsense!" Emmett interrupted him, "You're going to catch your death out there. Just look at you, your lips are blue already. And you're shivering. I'm not gonna let you freeze." He walked over to his closet, fetching a cozy sweater and a pair of pajama pants. He handed them to Marty. "Come on, go to the bathroom and change. Then we can talk about whatever is on your mind, alright?"

Marty simply nodded and did as Doc asked him to, not only because it was the inventor’s request, but also because he genuinely was cold and tired. He threw his wet clothes on the floor before returning to the living room.

There, Doc immediately wrapped him into a large comforter and picked him up, setting him on top of Doc's old squeaky bed. Marty didn’t protest, very well aware that he was in desperate need of this warmth and comfort.

Emmett sat down next to him, stroking his unruly hair. Marty couldn't help but sniffle as he felt himself giving in to his emotions again. He soon sensed that he wasn’t able to hold it in any longer. Instinctively, he buried his tear-stained face in Doc's chest, letting out a heavy and heartbreaking sob.

The scientist held him tightly, knowing that it was best for Marty to just cry it out. He rubbed the kid's back as he shuddered with sobs, feeling his shirt growing damp with tears. Hesitantly, he kissed the top of Marty’s head, resting his chin on his hair. "Shhhh, hey, Marty. I'm right here, I've got you. Everything's okay…"

As Marty's crying didn't stop, Doc began to hum a lullaby and rocked the teen back and forth, adjusting the blanket a little. He could feel Marty relax in his arms and rest his head on Doc's chest, eyes closed. He wasn't asleep, Doc could tell, but the scientist noticed the dark bags under his eyes and he wondered when the last time Marty had gotten a full night's sleep had been. Emmett pressed the boy a little closer to himself, offering as much love as possible. Marty flinched as thunder once again rumbled above them.

“I’m sorry,” Marty finally said after a bit of silence. “For making such a scene, I mean.”

“Shh, there, don’t apologize. I’m not blaming you for anything.” Doc paused. “I’m sorry, Marty. I’m sorry for leaving you when you seemingly needed me most.”

The teenager actively shook his head. “No, no. It’s okay, Doc, I understand. You’ve got a family, what the hell do you need me for? I don’t want to be in the way.”

Doc gasped. “Marty, great Scott! What on earth gave you the idea that I don’t care about you anymore?!”

“Well, maybe the fact that you haven’t come to visit me in a month and- and didn’t even tell me if you’d ever be back when you left on the train,” Marty said sheepishly.

“Oh, Marty….I promise that this is not true. I still care about you and want you to be safe. I left you alone for a while so you can enjoy a few calm weeks without any time travel shenanigans. I never intended to make you feel unappreciated or forgotten. I’m sorry, Marty.” He pulled the boy closer again, still feeling the urgent need to hold him close. Oh, how badly he’d missed this teen during the past years. He’d missed him so badly that he hadn’t even really noticed it.

While stroking Marty’s back and hair, he realized that he was close to falling asleep. Yet, he seemed to prevent himself from doing so. “Marty?”

Marty opened one eye, the sleepiness evident in his face. “Hmmmm?”

“You can sleep, it’s alright. I’m not going anywhere soon.” Doc smiled.

“Uhm, yeah, I-” Marty suddenly looked down, puzzling the scientist. “I really wanna sleep.” He sobbed again. “I’m so tired, Doc. But I can’t sleep. Every time I fall asleep, I see you or my family dying. Mostly you, though. I- I see you getting shot and bleeding out and I can’t do shit about it. I don't want to see that again.”

So Marty was having nightmares about their adventures. Doc felt a pang in his heart at that thought. How had he dared to leave this boy hanging? He gathered the teen against his chest so he could listen to his heartbeat. “It’s okay, Marty, I’m here. I’m with you, you’re safe. We’re both safe. I promise that nothing will happen to me, and I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Just rest now, okay?”

Marty nodded sleepily, snuggling up to his best friend and allowing Doc to wrap him up in the comforter like a mummy. The steady beat of Emmett’s heart and the warmth he was providing soon lulled him to sleep.

Doc gently held the sleeping boy, kissing his forehead the same way he did that with his sons. “I love you, kid. Sorry for leaving you behind for so long.”

As the rain continued to hit the roof and the rest of the town, Emmett silently made himself a promise: As soon as he’d be back in the 1890s, he’d talk to Clara. Somehow, he was sure he’d find a way to convince her to move back to the 1980s - for the sake of the space-time-continuum, and the sake of his and Marty’s happiness.

#bttf #back to the future #CHEESE ALERT #man what the hell am i doing with my life #i love platonic cuddling between them tbh #they deserve hugs #they are best friends THEY DESERVE HUGS #doc brown #marty mcfly #bttf fic #GOD what the hell ignore me #i just need to get it out #it gives me feelings #i am not normal #im so weird #OH AND DON'T TAG AS M*MMETT PLEASE #or else i will break into your home and steal your fridge

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abbyromanoff · 10 months

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YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE

PAIRINGS: GF!Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 5,142

WARNINGS: Nat is ghost face, smut, killing, blood, dark!Nat, Nat has a dick, cnc, dubcon, daddy kink, begging, praise, degrading, fingering, facials, dry-humping, knives, carving, pain kink, hair pulling, manipulation, size kink, tummy bulges, blowjobs, breeding, unprotected sex, kinda dark!R, very dark descriptions of death, kinda depressed!r, mentions of cheating (no cheating actually happens tho), think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Your eerie apartment was filled with complete silence. You could hear the clock on the wall slowly ticking away at your life, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. You couldn’t find it in you to care if your entire existence would vanish in the spot, there was nothing left for you to live for anyways.

You clicked through the channels mindlessly, hoping to find something that could entertain you. The pizza box left on the table had three pieces left - all cold. Your girlfriend had been out for god knows how long. Your phone was next to you, taking Nat’s spot on the couch. It was nearly dead, but that didn’t matter, you didn’t get any notifications anyways.

Suddenly, after minutes of surfing through the tv, the blasting sounds of a breaking emergency filled your ears. The news reporter, a blonde woman most likely in her late thirties, stared dead into your eyes without knowledge of it. She read the words from the telegraph, a small shake in her voice as the man next to her hid a fearful gulp.

It started a few months ago, people reported dead all around the city. The only problem was that it was New York, there were small and large crimes daily; no cop, no matter how good, would ever be able to figure out who was the masked killer.

There had already been over ten found bodies, there was a small part of you who wished you were one of them. Blood would smear the walls of the victim's houses, a new letter to create a large sentence being designed ever so slowly. You wondered what they’d do if they got to each letter, would they stop? Would they be caught beforehand? You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to know.

Every video you found online was all about the same topic, who is this new Ghostface, as they called him. When would he strike again? Is it even a he? You didn’t bother, they were just a bunch of conspiracy theorists who had such little to do in their lives that they became so invested in others. So what if they were crazy? Isn’t everyone at least a little bit?

You could hear the sound of keys dangling outside of your door and rolled your eyes, she was back.

“Hey, beautiful.” She muttered when she got near you, planting a kiss on top of your head and climbing onto the couch. She took the spot next to you, accidentally sitting on your drained phone.

“Look who’s home.” She tried placing her arm around your neck, only to feel you shuffle away. You wouldn’t even look at her, only going to stand up and grab the recycling left on the coffee table.

“Oh, c’mon, are you really mad at me?” She attempted to pull you back down, make you sit with her so she can finally hold you; but you shrugged her off. She sighed, rolling her head back and trying to find comfort in the cheap sofa that did nothing for her.

“Why would I be mad? Because you were out all night and didn’t bother to text me or call me back? Or maybe because you smell like that bitches perfume?” You asked, sarcasm evident in your voice. She groaned and stood back up, yawning as she walked into the kitchen where you stood, back facing her as you scrubbed the dishes.

She watched you for a moment, her side leaning on the fridge as she crossed her arms over her broad chest. She waited for anything else, any other comment, but none came. Instead, she grabbed a warm beer from the six-pack box that was resting on the floor next to the counter. She easily popped open the cap and flicked it in the direction of the trash, hoping it made it in.

Your gaze traveled to the side when you noticed the glass bottle being placed next to you and let out a deep and frustrated sigh as you felt her hands rubbing your arms.

“You really think I’d fuck someone else when I have you right here?” She smirked with pure cockiness, it nearly made you want to puke. When you still did not indicate forgiveness or submitting, her smirk dropped.

“Why don’t you believe me, doll? I give you everything you ask and you still don’t trust me?” You felt her crotch poking your backside and tried to hide the goosebumps that arose to the surface. Her hands were gentle as they moved your hair to one side, letting your neck be displayed as you subconsciously leaned into her pecks. She kissed from your exposed shoulder up to your jawline, stopping there as you felt her hot breath against your cold skin.

“Nat-”

“Shh, isn’t this what you wanted?” You showed no evidence to prove her right. You wanted her to feel bad, it’s what she deserved. Who was she to think she can just take off whenever she wants, fuck who she wants, and have the audacity to get annoyed at your worries.

“You’re so hot when you’re mad, makes me just wanna- take you right here.” You felt her hands slide down your pants and dip into your panties. She audibly gasped when feeling your wetness gushing on her fingers.

“You want this, hm? You want daddy’s fingers?” Your palms gripped the ends of your countertop as her middle finger rubbed your clit slowly.

“More.” You choked out, your hips involuntarily grinding into her, chasing the pleasure. She chuckled, shaking her head and tsking.

“No, no, you need to tell me you want it, baby girl.” Your mouth opened, only to release a silent scream as she eased a finger into you. You fucking hated her, despised her, but she knew you perfectly, she knew exactly how to make you tell her how much you love her.

“I want it.” She hummed, signaling for you to continue. You groaned in annoyance, your hand traveling to your chest where you palmed your tits.

“I want it…daddy. I want you, please.” You struggled to get out through gritted teeth, hating how the words sounded coming from your mouth. This was the last time she’d get away with something through fucking you, you’d tell yourself, yet you seemed to repeat those words in your mind every single time. And every single time you ended up back in this situation, orgasms rushing through you while you acted like a desperate whore for any sort of attention she’d offer.

You wondered if her other woman felt the same as you, who couldn’t despise her every move?

“That’s a good girl, you’re daddy’s good little girl, right?” You nodded, your head falling on her shoulder as you tried to find hold of something. Her cock rubbed against your skin as she fucked herself to your pleasured state.

“Cum with me. Make a fucking mess, you slut.”

Your sleeping body laid with the blanket covering only your chest to the tops of your thighs. Nat was next to you, brushing the hair out of your face and smiling at your state. You look beautiful, you always did, but you looked even better when you were shut up for once. She wished she could just fuck that attitude right out of you.

Of course, she wasn’t cheating, no idiot would do such a thing to someone like you. You were a feisty little thing, if you ever found out she was cheating you’d beat her ass into her own grave and plead insanity - she taught you well.

“I’ll be back soon, pretty girl.” She whispered even when knowing you couldn’t hear such words. You shuffled in your sleep and she gave your forehead one last kiss before standing, finding a new pair of boxers and a bra before grabbing her clothing. She had everything she needed in her bag - her mask, outfit, and most importantly, her knife. The best part about it all was that the knife was a custom design you ordered for her for your first Christmas as a pair. It had her initials on it with a heart next to it, reminding her of your love. Your past love for her at least, everything was different now. She didn’t want to hurt you, but you couldn’t figure her out just yet. She’d tell you eventually, she wanted to, she loved nothing more than bragging about her killings, and with you, she’d finally have someone to do so with.

There was still that fear that you wouldn’t accept it though, it wasn’t exactly an easy topic to be brought up. But she couldn’t wait to prove to you that she was in fact loyal, just maybe not clean of her sins.

With one last glance, she left, closing the door behind her and walking down the stairs of the cheap building, shuffling the bag from shoulder to shoulder. She threw it in the car once she found her keys, settling herself in the driver's seat and preparing herself before driving off, her main destination in mind.

“Alright, Mar, let’s see just how well you handle it.” She mumbled to herself, her elbow slamming into the glass of the woman’s back window. She was in, the easiest part was done, and now it was just her time to have fun.

When you woke in the middle of the night, 2:43 AM reading on the clock, you searched for your lover, only to come up empty-handed. You bit back the bile in your throat and threw the blanket over you angrily, grabbing the suitcase you kept under your bed. It was meant for trips, now it was being used to kick out your girlfriend; if she even was that anymore. You didn’t know what changed her, who changed her, but you were done. If she wanted someone else then she could have them, she already used up all the chances you offered her.

Then, there was the sound of the keys rattling, she was back for the last time. You stood up with the luggage in hand, throwing the door open as you were planning to be greeted by a hickey-stained Nat with more excuses pooling out of her, but there was no one to be seen.

“Get the fuck out here, Nat.” You waited for something, but there was no sign of her. You noticed her keys resting on the ground in front of the door, covered in blood. You gulped, taking a step back from nothing.

“Nat? Babe, where- where are you?” You yelled out, your head turning in all directions to look for her. You still found no one, it was pitch black, and nearly impossible to find any sighting of anything besides the luggage by your feet. Your hands were sweaty as your body was stuck in place, you couldn’t move.

“This isn’t fucking funny, Nat, get out here right now.” Hands landed on your shoulders, a low whisper coming to your ear.

“Boo.” You jumped, turning around only to find a person dressed in all black besides their mask. The face covering looked like the design of a ghost, one that a child would draw as their mother praised them for what a good job they did, even if they knew it was horrible.

The man twirled the knife in his hands, watching your fear grow in your eyes and motions.

“Aww, did I scare you, baby girl?” You were able to really listen in on their voice this time, it sounded familiar. You suddenly regretted everything you had said earlier on, you weren’t ready to die just yet.

“No need to be scared, it’s just me.” The man went down on one knee in front of you, knife still in hand near their leg as his hand ventured to his mask, removing the plastic only to see,

“Nat?” She chuckled darkly, reaching up to switch on the light that was sitting on a small table next to you.

“What the fuck was that?” She tried to reach out for your face, only to be pushed away; she wasn’t having that. She gripped your arm tightly, your wrist starting to ache the more she squeezed. She took pleasure in seeing such pain and fear in your features, it somehow made you all the more beautiful.

“Nat- stop it, you’re hurting me.” She smiled darkly as you spoke.

“Perfect.” You thought this was the end, she was going to kill you, your girlfriend was going to kill you. But there seemed to be no move made to do so.

“If you’re going to kill me just get it over with already.” She let go of your arm and you noticed the tensity in her jaw increasing, her head turning just enough for her darkened glare to look all the more dangerous.

“Oh, baby, you really think I’d kill you? There’s no point, it’s not like anyone would miss you.” The words hurt even more than your wrist in the moment, you bit back a remark, choosing to play your cards right and not argue with the woman now pointing a knife at you.

“No, I’m not going to kill you, we’re just gonna have a bit of fun together, alright?” The cold metal pressed against your neck, the sharp tip nearly causing you to leak blood. You whimpered the further she went, your skin barrier breaking as a red substance slowly dripped down your neck.

“Fuck, you don’t know how badly I’ve been wanting this, I’ve been just dying to see you dripping in blood all at the hands of my knife.” You didn’t move, didn’t speak, the fear of what she’d do to you if so indulging you.

“You know, I was planning to come home to my gorgeous little girl laying in bed, ready to take me whenever I want. But instead, I came home to a suitcase of my clothes ready for me, you were gonna kick me out, huh?” You slowly nodded, wetness pooling in your eyes and your shorts. You squeezed your eyes shut in shame, it was so wrong to be needy after such things, she was holding a deadly object to your body and you were still turned on, were you just as crazy as her?

“But seeing that look in your eyes I- fuck, I just wanted you so much more. I was going to tell you, but I- I didn’t know how you’d react, you know?” She was practically manic as she spewed jumbled-up words, her eyes wide and her laugh being as haunted as her soul.

“I mean, just watching Maria on the floor, begging for her life to be saved- it just made me want to shove this knife so deep inside of her and watch as her life slowly drained from her eyes until there was nothing left.” Your own eyes widened at her words, trying to scramble as far away from her as you could. There was no escape though, you were pressed against the wall and she was surrounding every part of you, including your mind.

“Don’t run from me, baby.” She started. “All of this- all of it would’ve been prevented if it wasn’t for you. God, you’re just such a fucking slut, whoring yourself out to practically everyone. Do I not do enough for you? I fucking killed for you and that’s not enough?” You knew this was all the manipulation tactics that she noticed seemed to work with you, and it was working. You were ready to spit out apology after apology, praying for forgiveness, just like all of her victims.

She quickly reached for her bag, and you wanted nothing less than to know what was in there. She grabbed a small book, opening it to show the multiple photos of bloodied victims fallen at her hands. She looked proud, excited, all to show you her work.

“Maybe these people would’ve still been alive if it wasn’t for you.” You tore your eyes away quickly, you couldn’t stand seeing such brutality. It wasn’t your fault, you weren’t the one who hurt them, you told yourself. But there was that nagging thought, what if she did kill them because of you? Sure, you flirted, you had old flings but they weren’t contacted since you started your long relationship with Nat.

“Maria didn’t deserve this, none of them did.” You sobbed out, flinching when you felt her hand on your cheek. It was a soothing matter, one meant to calm you, but it did everything but. Suddenly, the same hand connected harshly with the skin, causing it to instantly redden in pain.

“They wanted you, baby, you should’ve known that. You think I didn’t pick up on Maria’s glances at your ass or these, perfect breasts of yours?” She groped your body with desire, shuddering out a breath while doing so.

“Of course, you didn’t notice, you thought she was just being ‘nice’, so fucking stupid.”

“And Wanda? She had a husband, Nat, a family.” Instead of giving you the response you wanted, an explanation to it all, she just continued to tease your nipples with the pad of her thumb through the fabric.

“You know I’d never kill you, right?” It took you a moment before you could get out a hesitant nod, struggling to fully believe her. You always trusted her, but times changed, and so did she.

“I like hurting people, it excites me. But you, I could never do such a thing, I never want to see you in pain, pretty girl.” She murmurs, moving her free hand to her crotch where she rubbed herself thoroughly.

“I just- you ever get so angry, so sick of someone, you just wish you could, like, kill them? Sometimes when we get into those heated arguments, I just wonder how much you’d be willing to beg me not to hurt you.” You watched as she slowly slid the black suit over her head, revealing her black sweatpants. She lowered them to her knees, and let her boxers make way to your vision.

“I’d never act on it, but with others, you don’t need to care about how much they mean to you, because their life costs me nothing but annoyance. I’d kill every last soul on this planet just for you, all you’d have to do is ask.” She grasped your hand, leading it to her confined cock as you palmed her length. Your breathing was ragged, shaky as you refused to look her in the eyes. You knew if you stared too deep into that emerald glaze, there would be no stopping. You wouldn’t be able to stay mad at her if you saw the care hidden deep inside of her.

“If I let you touch me, will you stop?” The killings are what you meant, but there was a hidden meaning in the words.

“I can’t promise you I’ll be able to, love.” There was a small whimper escaping her lips as you dipped your hand inside her underwear, grasping her cock in your hands as you stroked with a back-and-forth motion.

“That’s it, don’t stop.” You couldn’t believe yourself, you were sick, insane. Was this normal? No, it couldn’t be. But it felt so good, there was no stopping it. You wanted to see her face contort into pleasure, you wanted to see what she’d do to you. Would she treat you the same as Maria? Would she kill you when you were done? Did she mean it when she sputtered those words? You didn’t want to die just yet, you used to think you did, but that was until you faced death with open arms. How could a criminal, a serial murderer, a psychopath look so perfect? She still looked the same, but there was blood covering her hands and her red hair was messy, her forehead covered in trails of sweat.

“I’m- God, you’re such a good little girl, so fucking perfect.” She noticed the way your thighs clenched, rubbing together as your hips jutted into the air.

“Does someone like when daddy compliments them? Tells them how good they’re doing?” You nodded quickly, your mouth aching to land on her crotch.

“Yeah? You like being a good girl? Or do you like being a good little slut for me?” Both. The answer was both. You wanted nothing more than to prove your worth to her, but you wanted her to treat you like you had none.

“I’m cumming, baby, I’m fucking cumming.” She clenched her jaw tightly and groaned deeply as continuous spurts of cum coated your face. She looked down, grasping your hair in her hands to create a ponytail before forcing herself into your mouth. She could feel the salty tears that had traveled down to your lips spreading amongst her dick, making her grin.

“Swallow daddy’s cum, little girl.” She whispered, dragging you up and down as you gagged around her. Some dribbled down your chin, but she didn’t mind, and neither did you. It had been so long since she felt the warmth that was your mouth, you had been refusing to have sex with her until earlier today. When she finally got her hands on you, it felt magical, like a long-awaiting finale to a show.

“Your throat is so fucking tight,” She said. “I know you must be so wet, you like it when I’m rough, don’t ya’?” She extracted her length from your mouth, causing you to let out a multiple of deep breaths. She tossed your loose shorts to the side after ripping them in half, her biceps flexing in the short moment it took to do so.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you, Y/N.” She rarely ever used your name, it was almost odd to hear such a thing. She got ahold of your thighs, pulling you forward and, if it wasn’t for her your hand massaging the part of your scalp she tugged, your head would’ve roughly slammed against the wooden floor.

Your thighs were then lifted to meet your stomach, her cock standing tall as she guided herself to prod at your hole. She rubbed up and down your folds, moaning lowly at the wetness coating you. She pressed herself teasingly against your clit, watching as your lips twitched upward.

“Nat- condom.”

“Oh, no, baby, I have a little something planned for tonight.” She eyed you with a soft smile as if it was the most obvious thing, you wished it didn’t turn you on as much as it did.

“You giving me that look isn’t going to help your case, it only makes me want to fuck you even more.” She stated when you gulped, giving her a nervous and feared look. This wasn’t your Nat, this was someone else, but you loved her just as much.

“F-fuck, you’re so warm and- tight!” She mumbled as her tip slowly opened you up. It was difficult to fit close to half of her inside of you, you didn’t know how you’d manage all of her. She held girth to her, and she was proud to point it out. She loved noticing how tiny you were compared to her, how her cock seemed to stretch you out more so than anything ever has before. No toy had come close; you became dependent on her length to fulfill your needs.

Your shirt soon joined your shorts as she tore it off you, roughly grasping your breast and squeezing as if it were a stress ball.

“Don’t do that. You’re a big girl, you can take it.” You whined pitifully, but her gaze was only filled with lust as her skin managed to press against yours. You had never once been able to take every last inch of her, but you were so wet, more than you’ve ever been. This side of her brought out something inside of you, something so shameful, you didn’t want to acknowledge it. But Nat did. She could sense how badly you had been wanting to spice things up for months, it was almost starting to turn out to be boring between you two, and she never expected you to act so compliant.

“Daddy, you’re so big.” She rested both arms at either side of your head, staring down at you with an intensity you longed for. You could see how badly she was trying to hold back from hurting you, but she wanted to so much. The thought of you covered in your blood only made her cock throb and pulse. She leaned down, letting her mouth ghost against yours, causing you to pull her forward to connect yourself with her. Her tongue poked at your lips, begging to get a taste of you. You didn’t let her, only pulling back with your eyes slowly trailing from her parted lips to her forest-green eyes.

“Fuck me, Nat.” She never liked her name all that much, she thought it was basic. But hearing it come from your mouth with your voice, it did things to her.

She pulled her hips back, her length sliding out of you, only to fuck itself back into you. Your tits jumped with your body as the thrust, her gaze couldn’t leave them.

She was in a deep state of arousal, even worse than you. And her knife was right there, it would’ve been so easy to repeat her actions onto her own body, but you didn’t want to. You didn’t care if she was a killer, you still loved her, you were as sick and gross as her. If anything, the thought fascinated you. You always enjoyed gore movies, and she was more than ecstatic when she found someone who shared her deep love for such acts, and you thought it was normal at first. That was until she asked you if you ever thought about doing the same things they did. You instantly said no, a little too quickly. Nat knew you were far from innocent, but she loved this part of you more than anything. You accepted her, even if she was insane.

“That feel good?” She asked, her voice coming out in stutters and cracked moans. You had released a loud whimper when she hit that spot deep inside of you, your nails clawing at her skin. She liked the pain, it sent a thrill through her body.

You felt a sharp poke against the skin of your thigh, looking down only to find her weapon covered in the blood of a previous fool, and now you were just the same.

“Nat-”

“Shh, just- shut up and take what I give you, alright?” She let the knife cut into you, leaving red liquid behind as it trailed down your body. It was warm, yet it still sent chills down your spine.

“You look so beautiful with my design, sweetheart.” She had carved an ‘N’, waiting and hoping for the end result where it’d scar your body forever. She didn’t know why she loved it so much, maybe if she hadn’t lied to the psychiatrists, she’d know.

“You think I should do the same thing…here?” Your skin lied a red trail that followed up until your neck, stopping short as she noticed your breathing patterns change.

“I could easily kill you, and no one would know.” She chuckled, bringing her face to rest on your shoulder, her nose against your neck as she inhaled your sweet scent. The knife pressed down a little harder, letting the skin break as a droplet fell.

“I know you won’t.” You whispered, goosebumps erupting over your skin. You were close, so close. You needed her, anything from her.

“Smart girl you are, hm?” Her hips were starting to lose rhythm the longer she went, it was growing more difficult to keep the same pace. The coil in her stomach had been begging to be let free, to finally relax as she came.

“You gonna cum, baby?” You nodded, moans consuming you making it impossible to speak. She finally leaned back, placing her palms on your stomach where a bulge appeared. She gasped, drawing in your attention as you hesitantly followed her vision. You bit your lip in hunger when noticing what caught your girlfriend’s attention, you had found her loving the way she could overpower you at any moment; taking you however she wanted because you couldn’t deny it. She adored being larger than you, it fueled that pride hidden inside of her.

“Oh, daddy must be stretching you out so, so much, huh? You’re just a cute little slut, so small compared to me.”

“Please-”

“Please, what?” She felt her peak rising further, she needed to release.

“Please cum inside me.” She was already planning to whether you wanted it or not, but seeing your dislike to the thought of children or pregnancy, she thought you’d never let her do so. She grinned, throwing her head back as she tried to muster out a response.

“I am, baby, I’m gonna cum so fucking deep inside of you. Cum with me.” She felt your juices coating her length as your legs shook violently. Pumps of her release shot into you, a deep groan caving its way out of her.

“You’ll look so sexy carrying my babies.” She had the image planted deep in her mind, she wanted to make it a reality.

“Yes! Please- God, fuck!” She didn’t stop after your first orgasm, causing your sensitivity to grow until you couldn’t take such abuse anymore. The blood on your skin had dried, and red hand marks that would soon bruise made way to your vision.

“You’re okay, just relax.” You couldn’t believe it, the murderer you had spent nights praising for their impressive kill count and multiple days fearing was your girlfriend, and you didn’t even hate her for it.

“I told you, I’ll kill anyone for you. I want us to get away from the city, find someplace to lie low for a little bit, at least until they cross me out as a suspect. We can be happy, we can have everything you’ve always wanted, together.” She kissed the back of your hand, letting them leave a pattern up your arm until she reached your face, leaving a long and passionate kiss on your lips.

You weren’t ready for this, you didn’t even have money. And there were so many things that could go wrong, but wasn’t it worse in a place like this? There, you’d have a knowing of where Nat would be, she wouldn’t have to hurt anyone anymore. But would she ever really stop? Or was she just saying that to ease your worries? You didn’t know, but you also didn’t care. You’d always have Nat, in any way possible.

“Okay.”

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The Lost 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of loss, grieving, death, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: nomad!Steve Rogers

Summary: You move into a shared flat and encounter a mysterious man.

This one's a bit longer than the intro.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your first shift at the store goes well enough. Aziz, the manager, shows you where everything is and goes over the policies. The till is behind a window, a slot just big enough to get products and money through. It’s close to your apartment so not the best part of town. The next day, you’ll be alone.

You head home with a dented can of ginger ale in your bag. Aziz said you could have it for free since half the paint was scraped off during shipping. You don’t drink much soda but it would be a nice treat.

You find yourself dragging your feet as you come onto your street. You’re still getting your bearings but you recognize the boarded up white brick building across from the converted two-storey house. You stare at the faded brown facade of your abode, fumbling with your keys nervously. You still feel so out of place.

You cross the road and climb the steep iron staircase that leads up the side of the house to the second floor. The heavy metal grate that shields the thick wooden door rattles as you open it and clanks behind you loudly despite your efforts to keep quiet. The place feels desolate as you enter. Aside from last night, you haven’t encountered anyone else.

You creep into the kitchen and go to the fridge. On it, there’s a yellow paper with blue ink on it; numbered bullets that you read slowly. ‘House Rules’, the jagged capitals spell out the title above at least a dozen lines. ‘Clean up after yourself; mark your food; no stealing.’ That paper feels very apathetic, suggesting that no one really talks to each other here. Maybe it’s better that way.

You open the fridge and search your bag for your can of ginger ale. You hesitate to put it inside. You have no way of marking it. You consider the remnants of the logo on the side. You could just have it warm.

“There’s a sharpie in the top drawer,” a voice breaks the rigid silence like cracking ice.

You glance over at the man standing in the doorway, the same that leads to your bedroom. You quickly peel away your eyes and nod. You can’t manage a thank you as your surprise has your adrenaline pulsing.

You close the fridge and put the can on the counter. You open a drawer, not much inside besides electric tape and the promised sharpie. You write your initials on the top of the can as the man enters and stops a few feet from you, popping open a cupboard with a harsh click.

You think it must be the same man as the night before. He’s about the same size as the ominous shadow, at least from your periphery glance. You sidle over and pull the fridge open once more, setting your can in the door before you close it gently.

Tension roils around you as the man takes out a large container. It’s unmarked except for the sharpie emblazoned on the white plastic; ‘S’. Just a single letter.

You back away and fix your bag on your shoulder, shuffling around him in the small kitchen. He doesn’t say anything but you can hear his long exhale. It sticks with you how easily he’s snuck up on you twice. You shrug it off as paranoia from the shelter.

You’ll be okay. You have a lock on the door here. You have your own space. A tiny haven in an immense world.

🚪

Your first shift alone isn’t as intimidating as you thought. Most people come in and grab what they need then go. You ring them through with as much friendliness as you can muster. Most don’t respond, some chatter a bit, rambling about a thousand different things, and others even glare at you as they point to the small earbud in their ears. The flow of customers is ebbs and flows, busier around lunchtime and dull after two.

You’re almost done with your hours there. You take the time to bring out the bag of chips Aziz marked for stocking. You sit on the step stool as you set to find the palace for each brand. You put the Cheetos on the shelf as the door chimes and signals the entry of a customer.

You stand and peek over the shelf. You see only a man’s shoulders and the back of his head as he turns his back to you, perusing the wall of magazines. His hair pokes out in shaggy shanks from a ball cap. You grab the folding foot stool and the box and quickly scurry back behind the counter.

You put them down clumsily, a loud clap as the stool falls against the back of the counter. You pull shut the divider behind you and go to the till. You brace the counter as you peer over at the man again but try not to stalk him.

He strides slowly through the store, just along the back wall as he peruses the bottles and cans of cold drinks. He opens a door and takes something out. You look down and review the checklist for your shift. The last thing you need to do is balance the till before the evening shift gets here.

You listen to the man’s steps, flicking your eyes up now and again to keep track of him. You can also see him on the security screen through the black and white lens. You don’t even get a good look at him then as he keeps his chin straight, the beak of his cap effectively hiding his features.

He approaches the counter and you pop your head up. You’re stunned to recognise him. The same man from your flat. Your neighbour. Nameless and mysterious.

“Hey,” he says as he puts his fare on the other side of the plastic barrier.

“Hello,” you eke out. You’re getting used to your own voice again. In this job, you don’t have a choice. “This everything?”

“Mhmm,” the hum is rocky in his throat.

You grab the two bottles, part of a two for three deal, and scan the premade protein milkshakes one at a time, then the magazine, Time, and a bag of pretzels. Nothing too unusual. His fingertips scratch the coarse hair along his jaw as he clears his throat.

You read out his total and he reaches into his jacket. He pulls out several bills and counts them out before handing them over. You take them and tally his change from the drawer.

“Shouldn’t be working alone,” he comments as he holds his hand out for the change.

You drop the coins into his cupped palm and recoil at his remark.

“Not to scare you,” he tucks the change away.

You shake your head. No, you thought it before but a job’s a job. You scrunch your lips and look around evasively.

“Do you want a bag?” You offer, not knowing how else to respond.

“Please,” he accepts, “and thank you.”

You nod and pull out a bag. You take his items and shove them inside as he watches quietly. You push them through the slot and he takes the handles, pausing as you feel him looking at you.

“When you walk home, avoid Mason Street. Go one up to Doxtator. Safer,” he advises.

You dip your chin, embarrassed. You know you don’t look like much but you can take care of yourself. You have so far.

He leans back on his heel before twisting on his soles. It squeaks with his slow hesitation and he marches to the door. You look up as the chime goes off and he disappears into the street. Only forty minutes to go.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #series #the lost #mcu #marvel #avengers #captain america #nomad!steve

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 2

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller

Word Count: 4,284

Warnings: Fluffy Sy, Abused animal, domestic violence, stalker ex-boyfriend, mention of nightmares/PTSD, smut in future chapters.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own.

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 1

I brought Mills with me to work and set him up in the shade while I completed the outdoor shed build. After the first few hours at home last night, he fully relaxed and I saw his personality come out which made me proud. He followed me all over the house this morning and since he hadn’t had any accidents inside I figured I wouldn’t push my luck and brought him with me. I also didn’t want him bothering Aika since she’s elderly and probably wants to sleep all day without being bothered. Mills really seemed to enjoy the car ride, especially when I rolled the window down half way for him to stick his head out.

I could barely concentrate on a damn thing at work all day, my thoughts radiating pure excitement about what was to come. Hopefully we both would be coming tonight, but if not I’m happy to take things as slow as she wants. I find myself wondering all about her and genuinely can’t wait to get to know her better. I’m shocked as hell she even agreed to come to my place tonight after meeting me all sweaty and nasty from work. The hours literally crawled and I was gonna punch Alex if he made one more comment about how “giddy” I looked. I pride myself on being able to stay stone faced as a military captain but Alex has known me our whole lives so he can read me a little better than most. I had let the steaks marinate in the fridge all day and was planning on cutting out at about 4:30 so I could grab her some flowers, get home and clean myself up before I started cooking. One of the best things about spending summers with my grandparents as a kid was that Nana taught me the basics of cooking. I would spend all day out on the ranch with PawPaw, and then he’d send me inside to help Nana shuck corn, snap peas, or whatever else she needed me to do. As a kid, I was more than happy to get a break from mucking horse stalls or repairing fences after being out in the heat all day, so I enjoyed coming back to the house and listening to the radio with Nana. I couldn’t cook anything super fancy but felt confident enough in creating a handful of meals so I could keep myself fed without constantly relying on takeout.

The doorbell rang as I was taking the dinner rolls out of the oven and Mills jumped up and ran to my feet after Aika grunted with disdain at the interruption of her nap. I knew it would take a bit before Mills got used to loud noises and new people. I took a deep breath and adjusted his new red collar with a bow tie included around his neck and headed to open the door. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the beauty in front of me. Emma was standing at the door wearing sandals and a stunning light blue sundress that matched her eyes while holding a cake tray and a pitcher of homemade sweet tea. Her long silky hair was in loose curls that cascaded around her breasts and her bright smile had my heart pounding in my chest. I let out a soft whistle through my teeth as I widened the door.

“Hey Sy.” She uttered with a nervous tremble.

“Damn darlin’, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She said with a blush tint to her cheeks.

“Let me take those for you.” I reached for the items in her hand.

“Thank you. I made some sweet tea and thought you might like some and a pound cake for dessert.”

“Two of my favorite things. Three if you count yourself.” I said with a smirk and she playfully rolled her eyes as she followed me inside and shut the door for me.

“Your house is absolutely beautiful, Austin.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Look at you, handsome! Aren’t you just the cutest thing I’ve ever seen?” She said in her baby voice while crouching to Mills who was dancing around her feet much to my surprise. I figured he’d still be weary but he must have he remembered her. Or he just knew that she was a good person. Mama always said to trust a dog’s instinct about people.

“Why thank you.” I said jokingly as I walked into the kitchen from the foyer.

“I was talking to this handsome fella, but you look cute too.” She followed me and smirked as she eyed me up and down in my tight “nice” grey t-shirt and jeans.

“Nothing compares to you, sweetheart.”

“You are so corny.” She says with a giggle and I can’t help but laugh too.

“Does that bother you?”

“No, it’s endearing.” She responds. “He looks like he feels much better and his bandages are fresh. Good job. Oh, this must be Aika.” She says while holding her hand out for Aika to sniff who slowly makes her way over to her. Since being out of the military and with her old age she feels comfortable and safe in our house and very rarely growls like she used to with new people. I think she feeds off of me and knows that if I’m not anxious, she can relax. Aika shoves her head into Emma’s hand who quickly begins to scratch her neck and ears while cooing at her. Aika immediately drops and rolls over for belly rubs and I’m genuinely shocked. She only acts like this with me and my grandparents. She has never shown her belly to a stranger before.

“Well I’ll be damned.” I mutter and Emma looks at me inquisitively while perched on her knees scratching all over Aika’s belly.

“She’s a former unofficial military dog. I found her in Afghanistan and trained her while I was stationed there. She has never shown her belly for scratches to anyone other than me and my grandparents.” I explain. She smiles brightly.

“Such a good girl! I’m honored. Maybe others just don’t have the right nails for good scratches.” She says while playfully showing me her manicured hands. Think about those little hands around your cock. Damn my intrusive thoughts.

“Don’t go stealing my dog with belly scratches now. I might have to start requesting belly scratches of my own if you keep that up. She’s drooling on the floor.” I chuckle as I point to Aika who seems to be on cloud nine as her tail wags slowly and her leg begins to kick from the pleasurable sensation.

“We’ll see about your own belly scratches if you’re a good boy.” She whispers and I feel the blood shoot right to my cock. FUCK. I’ve gotta think of something else.

“I know traditionally I’m supposed to show up at your doorstep with flowers, and I couldn’t really do that with dinner at my place but I got you some anyway.” I said as I handed her the sunflowers in a thin vase.

“They’re stunning. One of my favorite flowers! Thank you.” She quickly pressed a kiss to my cheek and I swear I felt like a nervous kid again.

“What are your favorites?” I ask so I’ll know for next time.

“Well, peonies are my favorite but they can be hard to find. Hydrangeas and sunflowers are my other favorites.” Hmm. I’ll need to look for a place that sells peonies.

“So, what’s for supper?” Y/N asks and pulls me from my thoughts.

“Salad, steak, potato wedges, green beans and a roll.” I point to each dish while scratching my neck a bit nervously. God, I hope she likes it.

“Mmmmm. That sounds delicious. Anything I can do to help?” The sound of her moan is burned into my brain for me to replay later.

“Why don’t you pour us some of that tea you brought while I plate the food.” I suggest and watch her turn and get started.

“How was work today?” I ask as I set her plate down in front of her.

“It was pretty good! Slower than yesterday. Someone brought in a cat that they had found hit on the side of the road and unfortunately it had already passed away which sucks. I tried everything but he was just too far gone.”

“Damn, I hate that. Didja find the owner?”

“No. It looked like a stray. No microchip or collar and wasn’t neutered. I just will never understand why people don’t get their animals fixed.”

“Neither will I. I hate to say it Mills, but enjoy your nuts while they last because as soon as your cleared for surgery we are getting those snipped. No baby mama drama for you. Sorry pal.” I say with a chuckle while looking at my new buddy with a nervous grin.

Emma giggles brightly at the face I made at him. “So, how was your day? I don’t think I even asked what you do for work.”

“I own my business, Syverson Contracting. That’s why I was so sweaty and gross when I brought Mills in yesterday. We’ve been working on remodeling a house and I was building a garden shed for the owners when I found him. I finished it up today but we’ve got a little more work to do inside the house.”

“Wow! I saw the sign for your company but didn’t put two and two together. That’s incredible. I can’t imagine how cranky I would be if I was out in this heat all day every day.”

“Eh, I’m used to it. This has nothing on the desert, although the humidity is a bitch. I don’t mind it too much. I like building things and working with my hands. Plus, the projects change enough that I don’t get bored which is nice.”

“I’m sure it’s rewarding to take something old and broken and essentially make it new.”

“Definitely. That’s the best part. I uh, I started here with this house. When I left the military, I loved the land but the house was falling apart. Figured I had nothing better to do so I’d do it myself and learn as I go. The plumbing was all busted and the roof had a ton of leaks. I essentially ripped it down to studs and rebuilt it.”

“Wait, I didn’t realize that! So, when I said it was stunning, it’s all because of you.” I smile at her astonishment.

“You flatter me. I appreciate it. Rebuildin' this house is what made me decide to start my company. I have zero interior design skills though so I know I need to change furniture and maybe get some art or something on the walls but I’m honestly clueless about all of that. Need me to build a bathroom or repair drywall, I’m your man though.” I chuckled.

“Well, I thought about doing interior design for a bit in college, but ultimately the animals won my heart. If you ever want help, I’d be happy to try.” Damn, she’s perfect.

“Darlin, you’re going to make me fall in love with you if you keep talking like that.” I wink at her.

“So corny.” She shakes her head and giggles and I just can’t help but laugh with her. I could listen to that sound over and over again.

We continue to talk throughout the meal where she asks me how I learned to cook and I explain all about my grandparents who own the farm near the country store off of county road 55. She tells me all about Alabama, how she went to the university on a cheerleading scholarship and I have to keep myself in check before my mind starts wondering if she’s still flexible. We talk just a bit about the military, finding Aika, and I can’t help but notice her squirm a bit when she finds out that I was the Captain for the special forces. After we finish eating, she stands up and cuts up the pound cake that she made from scratch. I groan as I take a bite of the dessert and she bites her lip as she watches me.

“Where do you think you’re going, darlin’?” I ask with cake still in my mouth as she gets up carrying our empty dinner plates and walks to the sink.

“You cooked, I’ll clean. It’s only fair.”

“No ma’am. You’re a guest. Put those down!” I say as I swallow my bite.

“No way, Jose.” She crosses her arms and cocks her hip out. “If you want me to leave the rest of that cake here with you, you’ll sit down and let me clean the dishes.” I grunt at her. Sassy little thing.

“I’ll let you load the dishwasher. Fair?”

“Fair, but I’m still handwashing these two pans.” Emma says as she sticks her tongue out at me and begins washing the pans.

“Woman, you are something else.” I smirk at her and ogle her body in that dress while she has her back turned towards me.

“Where’d you learn to bake like this?” I ask her pointing towards the cake as she dries of the pans with a dishtowel.

“My best friend and college roommate’s grandmother. She lived about an hour from our apartment and she would come visit about two times a month and stock our fridge with all sorts of things. She knew that pound cake was my favorite so she gave me the recipe even though it was only given to women in their family. She’s essentially my Nana too now. She has given me lots of recipes but that’s my favorite. I enjoy baking, it feels like less of a chore than regular cooking.” She says with a smile.

I lead her to the living room and offer her a beer which she accepts and we spend the next hour talking about our lives. She tells me a bit about her family, which consists of just her mom and dad. They still live in Alabama and she’d like them to move out this way but they're resistant to leave the comfort of familiarity. She was extremely close with her grandparents but they have all passed on as well. I explain how my dad took off when I was two and remarried and my mother raised me until she passed after battling breast cancer when I was a teenager. I told her about my older brother Mark who lives in Tennessee with his pregnant wife, Jenn, and my two-year-old niece, Lucy.

“So, you’re telling me you left everything and everyone you know back in Alabama just because you got the vet job here in our little town? I find that a bit hard to believe darlin’.”

“What’s so hard to believe? Maybe I just needed a change.”

“You sure you’re not running from something? Or someone?”

“Damn you for being so intuitive. I thought military men were just supposed to follow orders blindly and not think?” She deflects with a giggle and I know from her tone she’s just playing with me.

“You couldn’t be more wrong about that, sweetheart. Remember I’m a Captain. My whole job relied on me reading situations and people. I ain’t gonna to push you to tell me if you don’t want to, though.”

“It’s no big deal. Essentially, my ex-boyfriend was cheating on me. I caught him and learned it had been going on for several months before I found out. His name wasn’t on our apartment lease since he had moved in with me so I kicked him out and he wasn't happy about it. I had to get a restraining order when he showed up and broke in through the window after I had the locks changed. It was quite the talk of the town since his mistress is the assistant principal for the local elementary school. Ultimately, I just got tired of hearing the whispers and gossip while also feeling like I needed to watch my back. I needed a change of pace anyway so, here I am.”

“That fucker.” I muttered while shaking my head.

“Yup. Not the first time I’ve been cheated on either so I guess you could say that I don’t have the best track record with men.” She shrugged.

“I’m sorry he treated you that way. He fucked up and then had the audacity to break into your home? God, I hate dipshits like that.”

“I always felt super safe in that town before and now it just feels… tainted? I guess? Turns out, a little piece of paper doesn’t keep people away. In his case, it just pissed him off more. His uncle is on the police force there so he felt like he was untouchable.”

“He showed up again after the restraining order?” She nodded while looking at her hands.

“Did he… Damnit Emma I said I wasn’t going to ask and I certainly don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but did he touch you? Hurt you?”

“It’s in the past, Austin. I’m here and I’m safe now. No use dwelling on it. It could have been worse. I was lucky, honestly.”

“What do you mean you were lucky?” She sighed and fiddled with her fingers.

“He showed up after being served the restraining order when I was coming home from work and slapped me around a bit.. I tried to defend myself, and I did for the most part. Ultimately, he busted my lip, and shoved me into a wall outside of my apartment. My neighbor happened to be home, heard the screaming and called the cops. I didn’t have to go to the hospital or anything so I got lucky. Just wounded my ego a bit.” She shrugged like she was fine but I could tell she was still afraid.

“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s not lucky. You still got hurt. Come’re. Can I hug you?” She nodded and I pulled her to my lap and hugged her tightly.

“You are safe here. If you ever feel scared or anything, please tell me. I want to protect you.” She’s tense as I hold her and I hear her sigh.

“I’m not some damsel in distress, Austin. I’m fine. You don’t have to concern yourself with it. I left my problems in Alabama. I don't want to be the girl that everyone pities anymore.”

“I don’t have to do anything and you aren't someone I pity. I admire your strength and I want to concern myself with you. I really like you Emma. Like I can’t get you off of my mind. I ain’t trying to come on too strong and I know we just met but I want to get to know you in every way. The thought of you being scared to just go about your life makes me sick.”

Emma relaxed in my arms and buried her head in my neck as she tightened her arms around me. “I want that too. I mean, um, I like you too and want to get to know you better.”

“S'alright if I kiss you?” I normally wouldn’t ask but I don’t want her to startle her or make her uncomfortable.

She nods.

“Words sweetheart.”

“Kiss me.”

The words barely left her lips before I pressed mine against hers as my hand caressed her jaw. I felt her tongue swipe against my bottom lip asking for entry and I quickly granted it where she deepened the kiss. I groaned as her tongue stroked my own and I tasted her mouth. We kissed until we were both breathless and she pulled back before pressing her forehead against mine.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you apologize fer’a thing. You’re in control here, not me. This only goes as far as you want it to and believe me, I am more than happy just to sit here with you. Just looking at you and talking to you is all I need. I just want you to know that. I won’t pressure you now or ever.” I told her while looking into her eyes and she smiled.

“You’re too good to be true.” She whispered.

“Nah darlin’, I’m just decent person who values women and know that you don’t owe me a thing. I’m just enjoying being in your presence. That’s all I need from you. You decide the pace.”

She nods at me with a smile.

“I’m sorry that you’ve not been treated right before but I’m happy for the chance to do so.” I tell her while tucking her hair behind her ear. Emma leans down and kisses me again. We sit on the couch with Emma in my lap making out for a little while longer before Mills whines at the door to go outside.

“That is my que to get up and let you get back to your night.” Emma said quietly and I want to protest but she interrupts me. “I’ve got to be at work early in the morning anyway.” She stiffly climbs from my lap and I flush as I can’t exactly hide my raging boner but I quickly try and adjust myself so it’s not as noticeable.

“I sure wish you didn’t have to go. I really enjoyed tonight. Feelin' like I’ve barely scratched the surface at all the things I want to know about you.”

“Me too.” She shyly pecks my lips after I open the door and both of the dogs bound outside. I motion for her to step outside the back with me so I can keep an eye on Mills and I wrap my arm around her shoulder.

“It might be clingy as fuck to ask this, but I’m a grown man who is not interested in playing games. Can I see you again tomorrow darlin’? Unless you’ve got plans of course.” Emma curls against me and rests her head against my chest.

“Seeing as I only know like four people in this town, including you, I’ll have to see if I can pencil you in.” She smarts and I tickle her ribs.

“Little smartass.” I chuckle and she giggles back.

“What did you have in mind?” She asks.

“Dinner at the Italian restaurant in town?”

“Gia’s? It’s the best food I’ve had since I moved here. The owners must pity me after seeing how many times I’ve called for takeout from there just this month.”

“We can get something else if you’re tired of” Emma interrupts me.

“No! it’s so good! I’ve only ordered take out so I wouldn’t be the pitiful newbie that eats alone. I would love to go there with you, Austin.”

“It’s a date. Text me your address. What time ya want me to pick ya up?”

“5:30 still okay?”

“That’s perfect, angel.”

I whistle through my teeth for the dogs to come back in and Emma chuckles when Mills sees Aika coming straight back to me and clumsily attempts to follow her. We pet the dogs for a minute before Emma puts her shoes back on and grabs her purse. I grab her waist and gently press her up against the front door.

“Now, I’m gonna walk you to your car here in a second but I needed one more of these before we are in public.” I bend down to kiss her passionately as she wraps her arms around my neck. I gently pin her with my hips against the door as her nails lightly scrape across the back of my head and I grunt. After a few more seconds of kissing her, I slowly pull back.

“That may just be my new favorite thing, sugar.”

“You call me that and I immediately think of Mrs. Clayton’s yorkie.” She giggles.

“Nah, you’re much sweeter than that little yappy shit.” I say with a grin as I run my thumb across her cheekbone before pecking her lips again.

I carry the vase of sunflowers when I walk her out to her car and am surprised that it’s a nice almost new black jeep wrangler. I was too consumed with looking at her when she arrived to notice. She observes me looking at the SUV and smiles.

“Like it?”

“I thought veterinarian’s drove Audis and Mercedes.” I say and she rolls her eyes.

“Not this veterinarian. I love my Jeep. Driving around with my top off and the music blaring is a form of therapy for me.”

“I’m sorry, I think I had a stroke when you said “my top off” and didn’t hear anything else.” I joke.

She quickly pushes my arm. “You would only focus on that, pervert!” She giggles. I clutch my chest pretending to be hurt.

“Ouch, darlin’. You’re wounding me with the name calling.”

“You’ll survive.” She retorts with a wink.

“Let me know that you get home safely?” I ask and she nods before standing on her tiptoes to place one more chaste kiss to my lips before climbing in her jeep. Damn, I love seeing a little woman driving a big SUV and I can’t explain why. Just does something to me. Maybe it’s a size kink foreshadowing how much I’d like to see her little petite frame against my much larger one.

“See you tomorrow, Austin.”

“Looking forward to it, sugar.”

I walk back inside my house and for the first time since I renovated it, the house seems empty, like it’s missing something vital. Her. It’s missing her and the brightness I felt while she was here. Fuck, one date and she has me wrapped around her finger. She’s got me envisioning a future that I never thought I’d get to have.

Part 3

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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Aita for banning my homeless, pregnant sister from my house?

My sister (31 F), has been pregnant with her child for a few months now. She lost everything a couple weeks prior to finding out. I (28 F), saw it coming. She's always been a bad person. She'd steal things from my home, the store, even at church. She enjoyed spreading nasty rumors about people in our family to other family members just to see them fall out and never speak again. She even got our aunt to cut off our cousin, who as a result became homeless for about a year. She was never once sorry. She openly enjoyed the negativity she spread.

When she came to my door after months of no contact, with a positive pregnancy test and a sob story, I gladly let her in. She told me and my boyfriend (29 M) about how she'd gotten kicked out of her ex's place because of her pregnancy. My boyfriend and I both felt really bad and told her she could stay as long as she needed.

But it was hell. She'd steal things from our home and sell them, use our private life as a gossip topic with the family, and even try and pit my boyfriend and I against each other over ridiculous things. We didn't mind the messes she made or the neediness, because she was pregnant, but that wasn't the best either.

We also found out that the real reason she was kicked out was because she'd cheated on her ex weeks before she'd even known she was pregnant.

We finally had enough when she pretended to leave the house secretly and recorded the two of us being intimate. We found out when the family was discussing it on Facebook a couple days later. My boyfriend went out the next day and bought a cheap trailer from a nice guy who even brought it over for us and set it up real nice for my sister while she was out doing God knows what.

My sister came back fuming. Understandably?

She was angry for a bit, throwing things and breaking them, but then cried about how we clearly don't love her and don't give a fuck about her baby and how it's supposed to grow on the streets. Even though she isn't on the streets. She's probably crying in that trailer as I type this now.

The trailer has a tv and everything, and we even provide her with food, keeping her fridge stocked 24/7. We buy her clothes every time we get ourselves some, and we even pay her phone bill. That doesn't stop her from crying to the family though, and the majority of them have shunned my boyfriend and I as a result. Still, I don't see any of them stepping up and helping her the way we are.

Still, it feels really fucked up to kick your homeless sister out while she's pregnant and doesn't really have anybody else. I see her going in and out of her trailer every day, looking sad and lonely. I feel bad. I'm honestly on the verge of bringing all her stuff back into the house and setting up her room again, but a little voice in the back of my head tells me I shouldn't

What are these acronyms?

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holylulusworld · 4 months

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The one that got away (5)

Summary: Your best friend breaks your heart.

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, past unrequited feelings, regret, reunion, naughty Dean, implied innocent reader, possessive Dean, tension, unresolved feelings, idiots in love

Catch up here: The one that got away (4)

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Dean reluctantly said goodbye that night. You didn’t go home with him, nor did you take him home. It was too soon, and you weren’t ready to forgive him yet.

He used to be your best friend but broke your heart to not admit his feelings. So many years later he expected you to just cave in and forgive him.

You’re not cruel, or stubborn. Dean simply didn’t understand that your heart was still aching any time you think about the words he said, and how he turned his back on you.

If he loved you so much – why did he never try to contact you before he crashed into your life not twenty-four hours ago?

The feelings for him are still strong, and it felt like a dream come true when he walked back into your life. Still, he cannot talk you into having sex with him only because he took a job offer in the same town.

“Not again,” you curse under your breath. All you asked him to do is give you time and space. But no. Dean is calling you for what feels like the hundredth time today. “Leave me alone, Dean Winchester. You cocky sonofabitch!”

You refuse to take the call and shut your phone off. If he wants to talk to you, Dean must come to you, and offer redemption, and a better explanation than being a stupid boy.

He’s a man for a few years and never tried to make amends. Dean cannot come back and believe everything will go back to normal.

“Sweetheart, I know you are at home,” Dean knocks again. He calls your name and offers pie and booze if you open the door. “Y/N, I came to check on you! Are you alright? Are you still alive? You didn’t answer my calls.”

“For fuck’s sake, Winchester,” you rip the door open to glare at Dean. “It’s Sunday morning but thanks to you I’m wide awake. What is wrong with you? Can you not get a message? I didn’t want to talk to you.”

“There she is,” he grins and invades your home. Dean kicks your door shut with his boot and pushes the flowers he stole from your neighbor’s garden into your hands. “Greetings from your asshole neighbor. Man, he didn’t take it lightly that I picked a few of his flowers.”

“Winchester, are you fucking insane? You can’t just steal flowers from my neighbor’s garden! Do you have no shame or manners?”

“I needed some flowers, and the old geezer had more than enough,” he has the guts to shrug. “Do you like them?” Dean grins. “I know you like them.”

“Not if you stole them,” you grunt. “Dean, what do you want from me? I asked you to give me space and time to think about a few things. Now you are here and want what?”

“Y/N,” he sighs deeply and shrugs again. “I have waited for so long to find you again, and now, I can’t get you out of my head.” Dean steps closer to poke your upper arm. “Come on, let’s be crazy and have beer and pie for breakfast.”

“You’re crazy if you believe I’ll eat pie for breakfast.”

“Well then, invite me for breakfast and lunch. We can put the pie in the fridge and eat it later. I’ll pay for dinner tonight.”

Goddamn that man. He’s cocky and self-confident. Dean looks at you, using the puppy dog look he learned from his younger brother to make your resolve grumble.

“Dean, you can’t come here and—” you grunt as he presses his index finger against your lips. You bite his finger, making Dean yelp.

“Hey! Save the biting for the bedroom.” You blink at his words. “I…uh-I meant you shouldn’t bite a man’s finger for no reason.”

You purse your lips, and snicker. “I didn’t ask you to put your finger in my face. If you push your finger into my face, I’ll bite you!”

His features darken for a split second. He hums and lazily licks his lower lip. “What if I push something else in your face?”

“What? DEAN WINCHESTER! You pervert.”

Oh, that smirk grows, and he gives you a wink. “I was talking about my lips, sweetheart. What did you think I meant?” He acts innocently. Dean is a wolf hiding behind his pretty façade. If you don’t want out, you end up devoured by him.

“I know exactly what you mean, Dean!”

“Hmm…” he purses his lips. “So…” Dean dips his head to glance at the pie. “Pie for breakfast – yes or no.”

This time, you sigh. “Fine, we can have breakfast together. But nothing else.”

“Breakfast is the most important meal, Y/N,” he says. “Maybe I’ll get a nice dessert?” He drops his eyes to your lower half. “Yeah, that would be great��”

Part 6

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kitty-kitty-boomba · 19 days

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Hi Honey! Welcome home!

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AMAB! Sevika x Reader- BUT IN REVERSE

JUST HEAR ME OUT-

Also- this shit is long as hell. Like, I'm actually so sorry. P.S- I ran out of steam after I explain the situation, so respectfully? Writing is a tinie bit trash- But just a little! Also, no rlly proof-read sorryyyy

18+! MDNI

Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

Sevika and you have been married for four years now- and today would be your anniversary. You were actually celebrating being together for 10 yrs, your argument being that knowing each other as friends still counts. Sevika didn't care so as long as she had you, so she was all gun-ho for whatever you wanted as long as she got her "alone" time with you. Point is, you been planning for this day a lot. Like- for two weeks straight- a lot. Honestly, planning has never been this hard for you. Which is funny, because planning a wedding and the fattest after-party is no joke. For other people, what you were doing is arguably too much. But there is no such thing when it comes to your lil' mamma [i'm srry].

To break it down, you were going to spoil her like she spoils you. And thanks to her Ovulation days starting right in the first two days before the anniversary- you weren't going to have an issue fucking her stupid and taking charge for the night. That was your ultimate goal out of everything- but nobody knew that but you. [lies- Sevika knows. we'll get back to that.]

1st: You would start with Breakfast in bed and kisses. Give a massage if she likes. Really just seduce her, and mayybe give her a baby edible so she's near putty because otherwise, she'd spoil it for herself. After she got her mandatory cuddle session, you'd tell her you have to give your mom something. You'd send her off to hang with the kids a bit before stealing her- promising you wouldn't pass 5 o'clock because duh.

2nd: Literally everything else.

Thankfully, the two weeks was just you trying to see what Sevika wanted as a meal and not you picking out a theme to decorate with. Decoration was easy: Dim lighting via the fancy light switches you had Sevika install years ago, fake rose petals, real roses for the vases, regular candles for the dinning table, and a few vanilla scented candles for the bedroom. [your like for vanilla rubbed off on her. you didn't want kill more roses. you love roses, you like flowers in ur in vases and said vases are empty. you will be too busy fucking, you aren't burning the house down with candles]

Sevika- like the little shit she is- tried her damnedest to distract you from your spoiling mission, because of course she is. She acted all seductive and fucked you anywhere-anytime so you'd forget about whatever you had planned. The only way you got your answer was letting her fuck you until she collapsed. She could barley think straight, and while you weren't any better, you mumbled the ask just for her to say the dish you both have been eyeing for a while. You figured she'd want that, but you still wanted to make sure.

Secretly- at least that's what you thought, we'll get 2 that too- You shopped all the ingredients for it two days before. [You hid it in the Last Drop's fridge for a day before taking it back home. Vander, Silco, and Ran were Angels- Helping you by getting the kids to not mention the weird selection of groceries and keeping Sevika from opening it herself]

You also planned to get the homemade chocolate from her grandma's, Amelia: Yours and Sevika's favorite sweets of all time.

The last thing was dress up, which again, also wasn't hard. Sevika always dressed nice because she knows how much the little things mean to you. It was you who was freaking out on what to wear. You took to your mom, asking to get dressed at her house because you were worried Sevika would find the clothes. You wouldn't be wearing them long, but this was a semi-surprise so you were doing the grand reveal bit. You were torn between a dress like usual, or spicing things up and surprising your wife by matching her style a bit and wearing a suit. Ultimately- your mom silenced your worries by saying that Sevika would love to see you with a tailored suit on. She got you one as her anniversary gift. You just about cried.

3rd: Execute said planned and get fucked. That's it. Your not sure way you wrote that in the list- that's something that's literally impossible to not do with Sevika as your wife... But who cares?

During the planning, you were buttering Sevika up. From high-end Whiskey and Scotch, to flowers and chocolate, you were laying it on thick. You know it takes Sevika a minute to warm up to pampering- even if the minute was just her trying to distract you- so you happily continued and waited until she gave you nothing but a whine when you dissolved her into putty.

On the night before though- you had a mini-break down.

You did a facetime call with Amelia and your mom, out on your balcony trying to stop tearing up and keep your voice down as you voiced how nervous you were. Would the food come out good? Would it even come out at all? Would you burn it- or maybe do something else to mess it up? Could you even decorate and get dressed in time? Did you have to do hair, make up, and clothes before hand to cut down time? What if you sweat it all of or smell like steak! What if-!

They silence you quickly. They're helping you with the little things, so why not a bit more? They don't have nothing important for that day besides sending little gifts with you. So, you all agree to take a job. The food is meant to be cooked closer to when Sevika expected to be home, but if you got nervous, you could cook and Amelia would bud if you needed her and put everything in the oven to keep them fresh until they had to leave. Your mom would help decorate if necessary, and your hair will be the first thing done and pinned up in pin-curls so it would beautiful after you get dressed. Easy peasy- and if not- they'll make it happen for their favorite girl.

That helped more than you could ever say, and you slept real nice that night thanking the powers that the sleep aids you gave Sevika kept her sleepy so she wouldn't spoil anything. Little did you know, they weren't working for you.

Sevika had both them, Vander, Silco, and Ran recruited to keep you thinking you were being slick. She tricked you and picked the dish you wanted almost since the month started because she wanted you to enjoy the meal too- plus, that steak looked freaking amazing in the cookbook picture. The whole resistance to your pampering was Sevika being her beautiful self. She allows tons of things, but that type of love is hard for her to receive. So on top of watching you, she pampered you her own way by loving on you a lot more and giving you cash to spend. You kept saying you don't need it, but that shy smile and the blush blooming all over you was more than enough to keep it coming.

The smug sex-distraction part was improvised at first, because there was no way she could keep her hands off you for more than two seconds. But after it became clear it was working- Who is she to not take advantage?

So, as you planned- she planned.

She'd let you take it away, whatever decore you wanted, and anything else. She felt a bit bad for going behind your back after you spent time trying to make things perfect, so she transferred money into you account everyday and kept saying it was her "early anniversary gift". She didn't hear the conversation, but they called and told her the morning of that you were very excited, aka their way of saying her poor baby is stressed out. She was ready to tell everyone to spill the beans- but after all you've done, she really wanted to treat you.

And treat you she did.

Come the morning of, she lets do your thing, it was hard not too.

But after you do your whole spiel and send her off- both plans go into motion.

She did her everything shower, oiled up, and scented herself to the gods with that smokey, musky, amber/vanilla date-night scent you adore on her. After, she went to The Last Drop. Ran did Sevika's hair, nails [prosthetic too], and makeup, shit-talking and drinking with their best friend to calm her nerves. They even helped attach the new "skin" Sevika made for her arm, The smooth arm-like copper remined them of the one she made for her wedding day, just a bit less ornate. This is the most she's done since her wedding day, and a part of her felt completely ridiculous because she's long since forgotten how getting extra dressy felt. She doesn't understand what's become of her right now, but she feels to giddy to crush her sparking confidence- these red little almond nails looked too good.

She looked too good. If she says so herself.

Silco kept the kids upstairs with cartoon and an excessive amount of Amelia's chocolates- so it was up to Vander and Ran to keep that fire going and have their friend strut her shit for her special day. The eggs are taking over though, because while they give her a pep-talk that woman is thinking of all the positions to get that baby [lil' shit] that you've both wanted desperately [as of two months now].

A once over and Ran sends her off, telling another crappy joke and telling her not to forget to fluff her hair after she takes the rollers out. Sevika had two cups a liquid audacity that was more than enough to have her strutting the streets with her silk scarf covered head and her painted face. Everyone is looking at her in awe- only looking away when they realize that they're not worthy. If you were here with her, you'd stare at whoever even dared to look at her extremely wrong. She laughs to herself at that, causing some to flinch and scurry back to their little corner.

Because she timed it [and cus Amelia told her so], she went home to cook her gal a meal with an extra dessert planned...

She's shocked when the food comes banger and smells absolutely devine. You would love this, you'd be so proud- that's what she muses with, and her cunt certainly agrees if that clench was anything to go by. When she finishes frosting the cake, your mom calls her, letting her know that your dress and on your way. She laugh too herself for a good 2 mins, the idea of you dress up and fighting the steak hilarious to her. Thanking her for the heads-up, Sevika ends the call -covers the cake- and puts on the lace number, her thigh-highs and garter, and the dress.

Yes. A dress.

And fuck did she look smoking.

She did a once-over and applied more lipstick and perfume, before speeding back to the kitchen to grab the fancy bucket Silco gifted her on her wedding day. The champagne and towel looked professional, and she's three steps away from the table to finish setting it-

Then the door jingles.

She's about cumbusts right there on the damn spot [get it? I'm srry again]. Almost tossing the thing on the table and throwing herself to you- but she rehearsed this- she knows what to do.

Fucking focus Sevika Lanes!

You open the door and drop both the keys and chocolate on the little table by the door. She sauntered over so fucking proud, a nervous flash making your diamond nibble her lips before letting go. A sultry tone nearly silence by your horniess.

"Welcome home doll."

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Your eyes are everywhere. Where can you pick when everything's fucking delicious?

A black get up, there's no color besides a blood red on her lips. A fifties old money heart-throb is what your diamond is. Her hair falling just like that pretty hairstyle you see in the stereotypes, the one with a side part and covering her eye? Yeah. And the short hair was making things extra tempting. You smell her from here, you catch the teardrop pearl earrings and matching necklace you bought her decorating her skin. But that dress. The thing itself is velvet, a deep sweetheart with semi-thin halter strap making those pretty tits even more plush. You make her do a little spin, and it's low cut-out back too, the most sinful thing. The bottom of the dress is a problem. There's a slit, ending right atop her hip, the floor-length skirt making those legs damn delectable in your eyes. Fuck- is she using a garter belt to hold the tights? Oh shit, an actual- fuck- a garter touching your shit. Oh- heels.

You don't know you moved impossibly closer to her until Sevika nervously asks: "Uh- D-doll? Are y-you ok?"

Oh you just about take her on the damn door, but your nose catches something real nice behind her. Fuck- answer her!

"Oh. O-oh honey. Oh yes."

Your voice isn't above a whisper, your too in love to properly voice all the emotions you feel right now. All of them putting joy to shame. You hear her deflate almost, leaning into your open arms with a sigh, sucking in your scent when she realized you wore your signature: A soft floral scent, a bit of fruity coming through the hints of amber. It sound weird to say out loud to anyone- but it's so unequivocally you.

"Oh gods, good. I thought you'd be mad at me after all the work you went through to make things perfect..."

Her voice is shaky, not with tears thankfully, but with relief. She just keeps huffing you, just like she does when she needs to ground herself . You on the other hand? You are doing nothing wholesome, nor are you thinking it. You are acting very un-lady like, groping her ass and sniffing that scent that has you complete drugged. There's no way you could go through with this, not when her boobs touch your face. Not when she smell like this. Not when her hormones beg for your love. Not when-

"Doll- I want you to see something. Keep it in you pants a little longer? For me- MÍ Amor?"

This is when it clicks that's it taking everything in her to shimmy out of your grip. When you register that the thing your smelling is food and not only her arousal- You quickly nod your head and briskly let go like she burned you. It's that or your taking that slutty dress off. Mrs. Rabbit who?

She backs up, fixes herself and re-adjusts her hair, and takes you by the hand.

Oh gods: how beautiful she set this table. It looked fantastic.

You hoped you expressed as much as your mouth hung open in disbelief, then Sevika had the gall to hold her hands together Infront of her, nervous. How could she be nervous? Still, she nibbled on her lip waiting for you to say something.

And how she'd take anything to silence the ache in her chest. Gods, you looked entirely to good in that suit for her to continue with this dinner. Why do you always want to do these nice things? She needs to get railed ri-

"Diamond... This is beautiful. You did all of this?"

She give a little nod, her proud feeling making her all giddy and having her stand taller like she needed to correct her posture. You had a ridiculous smile probably, but you were so fucking amazed and proud of her, you didn't dare school your joy.

"Thihis is amazing love! Look at you being a lil' chef! You telling me you could do this all along?!"

She snorts a laugh, fully relieved that your happy and not disappointed that she ruined your surprised- but with relief comes something darker that's clouding 90% of her vison. You both know it.

Dinner's here- you're just missing the show. To redeem yourself you pull out her chair and have her sit down, pushing her in before running to your seat. Once your settled, you pour the champagne and give her the flute: Then she says, "Bueno Amor, open it. I hope you like it, I think I might have put bit to much pepper..."

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Anddd skiping to a blip of smut, I can't think rn- to much flustered. But know this- she brutal on the other side of the table and teasing you to no end. Horny she is- but she's making sure it ur problem. P.S- Sevika is bra-less, and ur telling me "girl- duh" but you don't get it. there's no pasties either, just pretty tities with nipples poking right through.

===SMUT====

Sevika doesn't know when you ever fucked her this hard. You're practically growling, and animalistic need taking you as you rail her harder each time like your thick 9 inches isn't stretching her to the brink of insanity. Oh- and how incredible that would be. Sevika can't fight it, she lost her ordering rights when she pushed you too far at the table. Even if you let her have a few seconds of control at the beginning. She's left trying to crawl away just for you to pull her back telling the nastiest thing in her ear.

"You think y' so fukin' funny huh? Wearing that skimpy thing, being a good lil' -hah- M-my good housewife 'nd not have may baby? But y' want that no? y'a want a lil' cake in there. Ya?"

And all she could do is sob through a moan, a babble trying to cuss you out as she begs you for more.

She gets that baby that night, but you make sure the next morning.

@archangeldyke-all- Hope you like?😭can't write rn- but hopfully you can do the dinner and the smut better?

Hopfully y'all enjoy too!!

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minisugakoobies · 1 year

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Let's continue practicing this angst muscle of yours:

Stealing your wicked stepmother's booty call

As for member? I have my obvious preference but I'll let you choose

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: smut, maybe a smidge of angst?, Pool Boy!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, reader is plotting against her stepmom, infidelity (not involving reader), mistaken identities, cherry-haired Jimin, implied smut, Jimin's nickname is pretty self-explanatory 💦🍆🥴

Word Count: 1.5K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: You're tired of watching your evil stepmom waste your father's money. So you steal one of her toys.

A/N: Luce, I'm sorry this took so long! 💜 I hope you like what I dreamt up here. I still have a few more requests waiting for inspiration - y'all are so patient, I can't thank you enough 💕

"YN, darling, pass me the suntan lotion, will you?"

Your lips instinctively curl themselves into a sneer as the sound of your stepmom's voice cuts into your poolside slumber. Opening your eyes beneath your oversized sunglasses, you tilt your head to find her lying in the chair next to you, hand extended expectantly.

You watch as she slowly applies the thick cream to her smooth skin, noting that you're not her only audience. Her movements have drawn the attention of the young man skimming the corner of the pool. His fingers tighten around the thin pole in his hands, eyes focused firmly on your stepmom's statuesque legs.

Interesting. Although Jimin was one of your classmates at university, you only knew him from his weekly visits to your father's house to clean the Olympic-sized pool where you were currently spending your summer break melding with the lounge chair. He never said more than the occasional hello and goodbye, was always polite and quiet. You thought he was incredibly cute, with his cherry red hair and gorgeous smile, but he kept to himself so you kept your distance.

So you're more than a little surprised to see such a hungry expression in his eyes as you observe him staring at your stepmom. Then he catches you looking, and quickly turns away.

You suppose you can't entirely blame him. Your stepmom is only a few years older than you and absolutely stunning. She's also a horrible, manipulative bitch who managed to sink her 30 mm stiletto fingernails directly into your father's heart and bank account.

For three years now, you've watched this woman slowly drain your inheritance away. Your father turns a blind eye to her exorbitant spending, probably because she's using her cunning wiles to keep a tight chokehold grip on his wallet. Among other things.

Your nap effectively ruined, you head into the house to grab a drink. There's a designer purse sitting on the kitchen island, your stepmom's latest purchase, and a brief rush of spite washes over you. Impetuously, you knock it over, spilling its contents all over the countertop. It's a very childish thing to do, but any chance you get to annoy the obnoxious gold digger, you take eagerly.

You wish there were something else you could do to show her just how much you hate her. Something more effective than simply knocking her things about. Like taking away one of her expensive toys. But it'd have to be something that wouldn't get you in trouble with your father. As much as you question his choices, you still love him dearly, and don't want to risk your relationship in the name of petty satisfaction.

There are some fresh cherries in the fridge, so you plop down on one of the couches in the open-concept living room to have a snack. It's not long before Jimin passes right by your perch as he heads home for the day. He doesn't seem to notice you, but it's easy to miss someone in this gigantic house if they're quiet. You just blend into the background.

He has his phone in hand and as he approaches the front door, his steps slow while his fingers fly over the screen. Then he finishes whatever he was doing and slips the phone back into his pocket before letting himself out.

From the messy pile on the kitchen island, your stepmom's phone buzzes.

You only pause for the smallest fraction of a second before leaping up to look at the phone. The screen is already dark, but you know your stepmom's code - her precious toy poodle's birthday - so you tap it in, and read the text messages waiting there:

You gotta stop teasing me when I'm working. I wanna rub you down like that

Can I come over later?

I need you tonight

There's just a nickname attached to the phone number, with a string of emojis - Super Soaker 💦🍆🥴 - but you're sure you know who is on the other end. And it's definitely not your father.

Your stepmom floats into the house. She spots your half-eaten bowl of cherries on the living room table. "YN, darling, please don't leave food just lying around like this! That's how you gets ants." She sighs heavily, as if her cushy life of doing nothing all day is exhausting. "I'm not your maid, you know? Or your mother."

"Believe me, I know," you mutter under your breath before nodding. "Okay."

"Thank you, darling. Oh, and before I forget, your father and I have plans with the Mins tonight, so we will be out very late! You'll be on your own for dinner."

"Okay," you repeat. "I'll just order something."

The look she gives you makes you grit your teeth. "Your father isn't made of money, YN." Unbelievable. How can she utter such phrases without a trace of irony? "I'm sure you can find something here to make for yourself for dinner. But please, try to keep the place clean! I don't want to come home to a messy house." And with a dismissive wave of her hand, she disappears towards the master bedroom.

That cheating brat. You want to take away her toys.

Your fingertips dance over her phone.

Be here at 8. I'll leave the door unlocked.

The response is immediate:

Can't wait, baby

You hear your stepmom's footsteps returning and quickly delete the messages before locking the phone and vanishing towards your room.

At eight, you resume your spot on the couch. Only you've traded your swimsuit for a satin robe, wrapped tightly around your body as you wait.

You don't have to wait long. The front door opens and a moment later, Jimin appears. When he sees you, he freezes, eyes widening under raised brows. No poker face.

"Hey… YN," he speaks slowly. You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he tries to figure out what to say.

"Hi Jimin," you reply lightly. "I didn't hear you knock."

"Oh, uh, the door was open so I just… walked in…" he pauses, "I think I left my earbuds here so I came to… check."

"Jimin." You smile sweetly. Luring him in with honey. "It's ok. I know."

He feigns confusion. "You know what?"

You motion for him to join you on the couch. Jimin crosses the room carefully, like a wild animal waiting for a trap to spring. He sits next to you, running his palms over his tight jeans, wiping away the sweat. His tanned skin seems to glow against the white of his tank top, and as he fidgets, his biceps flex gently.

"Be here at 8. I'll leave the door unlocked," you say as an answer to his question.

His eyebrows rise again. "That was you?" He huffs out a breath. "Fuck."

"That was me. Listen - "

"Please don't tell your father!" Jimin interjects, panic twisting his features. "I - I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have… but she said… I mean… I really need this job! And if he - "

"Honestly, if my dad finds out…" you wind the silky belt of your robe around your fingers, shrugging. "I think the job will be the least of your worries."

Jimin looks like he might get sick all over your stepmom's pricey couch. "Oh god. What do I do?" He pauses as the reality of the situation sinks in. Then his eyes narrow as he tips his head towards you, considering. "You… if you wanted me to know that you know, you could've just told me. Why did you send me that message, pretending to be her?"

You smirk, shifting to curl your legs beneath you. Jimin's eyes travel over your frame as you move, drinking in the flimsy material that hugs your curves while leaving large swaths of your skin bare. He swallows audibly, and your smirk deepens.

"Why do you think, Jimin? I want something."

He frowns. "Look, I don't have a lot of money, but I can pay - "

"Keep your money." You gesture around you. "I don't need it."

He meets your gaze again, with darkened eyes. "Then what do you want, YN?"

A wave of heat rolls through you. The hunger you'd seen earlier is back in his expression. Again you shift, shuffling closer to him until your knees brush his thigh, the thick muscle twitching at the contact.

"I want you to stop seeing her. Stop answering her texts, stop meeting up with her. End it completely, or I tell my father." You smile, running your fingers over his forearm. "He'll believe me. I never lie to him."

Jimin stares at your hand for a moment before placing his own on top. His touch is so warm. "And is that… everything you want?" His eyes flicker to yours.

You bite your lip. "Do you know what she calls you? In her phone?"

Jimin laughs, glancing away. "Yeah. Super soaker." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Mmmhmm." You pull your hand away. Rising up on your knees, you let your robe fall open, revealing the lacy black bra and panties you're wearing beneath.

Jimin lets out a tiny exhale. "Shit."

"I want to know where that name comes from," you declare, robe slipping off your shoulders. "Will you show me?"

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vivalas-vega · 1 year

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new perspectives / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part seven

another chapter with our favorite love birds!!! this chapter is a bit more of a filler... just a glimpse into what their lives look like now and tbh I love it. they deserve all the fluff (and meddling children lol) as always lmk what you think!

new perspectives / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part seven

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six

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word count: 2.8k

warnings: language, drinking, allusions to smut, brief mentions of injuries !!!

“You’re stealing my roommate,” Rooster grumbled as he carried another box inside and you giggled as you whipped up another pitcher of margaritas for the boys, watching not-so-subtly as they all went back and forth from the moving truck. You were thankful for the heat today, come the end of the evening you would be curling up in bed with your boyfriend that you lived with, and getting to watch all the pilots with their shirts off and muscles flexing was just the cherry on top. “The audacity to steal my roommate and not even help with the boxes.”

“Stop whining, Roo, you’re ruining the atmosphere,” you shot back, handing him a fresh glass as he stopped to take a break. “You’re welcome for the refreshments.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he said and you chuckled at his sour mood.

“Stop looking at everyone else,” Jake teased, sneaking up behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and you craned your neck up to place a kiss on his jaw.

“I only have eyes for one pilot,” you said, smiling when he pressed his lips to the top of your head. “Okay, but I’m only looking, not touching.” you added with a mischievous giggle and he turned you around to press your head into his chest, shielding your eyes as Coyote walked through the door.

“Are you going to get mad at me if I suggest leaving all the boxes in the living room tonight?” he asked and you looked up at him with narrowed eyes.

“Why would we do that?”

“Well… I was thinking we should kick all of these fools out, finish the margaritas and christen the house?”

“Jake,” you whined, there was nothing more you wanted to do. “We promised them dinner in exchange for their free labor,” you said with a sigh.

“I think we could negotiate down to covering their tabs at the bar next time,” he replied and you raised your eyebrows.

“I think dinner would be cheaper,” you chuckled and he groaned as he rested his head atop yours.

“You’re killing me in these shorts,” he said, hands coming to rest on the tops of your thighs and you pulled your head back to kiss him. You all but sighed against him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he trailed his tongue across your bottom lip and your skin felt hot as he tightened his grip.

“Oh come on,” Fanboy groaned, dropping a box in the kitchen rather dramatically, “there are kids present,” he said and you pulled apart to shoot him a questioning glance.

“What kids?” you asked and he gestured to Bob, who was leaning against the fridge and sipping his margarita, pretending to be very interested in your collection of cookbooks.

“You can make it through dinner,” you said, giving him another quick kiss and ignoring the groan he let out, “I believe in you.” You busied yourself with sorting out the boxes, dropping them in their respective rooms to make unpacking a little bit easier, whenever the two of you got around to it and you couldn’t help but feel overjoyed. You were currently moving Jake into your house… a house you had inadvertently bought for the two of you despite not knowing where you stood at the time and it felt so good. You pulled your buzzing phone from your back pocket and smiled as you answered, your phone screen filling with Mary’s face.

“Hey Mary,” you greeted, chuckling at her excited expression.

“How’s move-in day going?” she asked as you walked down the hallway and into the living room, flipping the camera to show your usually-pristine home filled with boxes.

“See for yourself,” you said and she laughed, but was cut short when Rooster stepped into frame.

“Oh, Bradley!” she called and he stopped in his tracks, looking around to see where the voice had come from before settling on you and feeling rather sheepish as he crossed his arms over his chest and walked over to stand beside you.

“Hi Mrs. Seresin, how are you?” he asked as you stifled your laughter. Mary had a particular soft spot for Rooster, and you thanked your lucky stars her medical issues were limited to her brain and not her heart at his sudden half-naked appearance.

“I’m good, dear, are they being good hosts? You look thirsty, Jupiter, get that boy a glass of water,” she said and you laughed.

“Mary, he’s drinking me out of house and home right now, he’s doing just fine,” you replied and she shook her head, giving you that famous Mary look that had you passing the phone to Rooster as you went to pour him a glass of water. As you went to hand it to him you indignantly took several gulps of it before passing it off, like a petulant child, and you ignored Mary scolding you… saying something along the lines of I saw that.

“You two are like siblings, I swear,” she said through her own laughter and Jake looked at you questioningly as he walked through the front door.

“Mom?” he asked, crossing the room and snatching the phone from Rooster’s hands. “What are you doing talking to Chicken?”

“Jacob Seresin, you be nice to your friends. I wanted to check in and see how the move was going?”

“It’s good, Ma, we’re just about wrapping up now,” he answered.

“Did you get that package I sent? I had it sent to your old-” you couldn’t catch the end of her sentence, Jake’s eyes had widened and before you knew it he was scurrying off and locking himself in the bedroom as you chuckled.

“What was that about?” Rooster asked, finishing off the water and silently asking you for a refill, to which you obliged with an eye roll as you walked into the kitchen.

“He thinks I’m stupid,” you answered and he raised his eyebrows in confusion. “I’d be willing to bet money Mary sent Grandma’s ring in the mail,” you said.

“Ring? Like an engagement ring?”

You nodded, “it’s not really an engagement ring… it was this beautiful art deco piece she always wore, Grandpa had gotten it for her birthday one year. If there was one thing Grammy Seresin didn’t play about it was her jewels,” you chuckled. “I just adored it, they always joked Jake would put it on my finger one day. She actually willed it to me, along with some other pieces I quite honestly don’t feel comfortable owning, but Mary’s been holding onto it all for me.” you explained.

“You think he’s really going to pop the question so soon?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink and you shrugged.

“No idea, I mean our relationship exists in a time vacuum so I wouldn’t be surprised but… if anything that’s Mary getting overexcited and sending it of her own volition,” you laughed. “She was hinting about a wedding in the hospital and ever since we got back together her and my mom have been relentless.”

“I love weddings,” Bob chimed in as he took a seat at the countertop and wiped a hand across his forehead. “Never been a groomsman before, do you think Jake’s going to want the stereotypical bachelor party?” he asked and Coyote nodded as he joined.

“Definitely, I’d say prepare for a Hangover-level bachelor party,” he joked.

“Damn, I’ve gotta get a new suit,” Fanboy mumbled and Payback looked at him questioningly as he trickled in.

“Why are we getting suits?” he asked.

“Jake and Jupiter are getting married,” Rooster answered and you looked at all of them incredulously before picking up a dish towel and using it to hit their shoulders.

“Out, all of you,” you ordered as they looked at you in shock.

“But we haven’t had dinner!” Coyote protested and you kept whipping the towel against their skin as you herded them out.

“I don’t care, get out,” you said, ditching the towel and opting to use your hands as you now pushed them out the door. “Thank you for your help, have a great night.” you said, slamming the door in their face and you turned around to see Jake looking at you confused.

“What the hell was that about?” he asked and you quickly crossed the distance between you, jumping and wrapping your legs around him as he caught you with ease.

“Your idea grew on me,” you said through a smirk and you giggled as he all but ran through the house to drop you on your bed.

“I could really get used to this,” you sighed, drawing absentminded patterns across Jake’s bare chest as your breathing regulated. You were acutely aware of the sheen of sweat currently sticking both of your bodies together but you couldn’t find it in you to care… not when you were so wrapped in perfect bliss.

“Well, you better sweetheart, because I’m not going anywhere,” he said and you smiled as you let your eyes flutter closed.

“Wouldn’t let you even if you tried,” you responded and he chuckled beneath you. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now.”

“Oh god, what a shame,” he groaned dramatically and you swatted him playfully.

“So… since we make all of our big decisions after sex…” you started, propping yourself up on his chest to look up at him, “I had an idea.”

“And what idea might that be?” he asked, more than content to indulge your whims as he carded a hand through your hair.

“What do you think about getting a pet?” you proposed and you watched as his eyes lit up.

“Are you serious? Yes! What are you thinking, dog or cat?”

“Definitely dog, would be a shame to just let that yard go to waste, wouldn’t it?”

“I love this,” he said, running a hand along your back and you smiled up at him. “Planning for our future, this is just… perfect,” he said and you nodded, placing a kiss on his chest. It was almost as if the universe had decided this moment was too perfect, too blissful, too serene as your pager went off on the bedside table and you groaned.

“I’m not even on call,” you grumbled, picking it up to see 911 flashing across the top. You tossed it aside, “I’m not on call.” you repeated, laying your head back to Jake’s chest but it just beeped again and you felt him move to grab it.

“It says 912, what does that mean?” he asked and you sat up as you grabbed it, wanting to see for yourself.

“Means it’s more urgent than 911…” you grabbed your phone, dialing the extension attached to the page and rubbed a hand over your forehead as one of the interns picked up. “Do you want to tell me why you’re paging me when I’m not on call?” you asked, clearly annoyed and Jake chuckled as he stood and slipped his shorts back on.

“I’m sorry, Dr. J, I wouldn’t have paged unless it was urgent… there’s uh- well, a trauma just came in and it’s-”

“Will you spit it out?”

“It’s your friends,” he said, and you shot out of bed and rushed to your closet, sandwiching the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you grabbed a pair of scrubs and started gesturing at Jake.

“You wanna give me some information or just leave me hanging, Rogers?”

“Yes, sorry, seems like there was some kind of accident on the beach, there’s a lot of… arguing, I don’t really know what happened but they mentioned they knew you so I said I would page,” he explained and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m on my way,” you sighed, hanging up and tossing your phone on the bed as you finished pulling your scrubs on and throwing your hair in a ponytail. “It’s our idiot friends, all they said was some kind of accident on the beach.”

“Accident on the beach?” Jake asked, stepping into the closet and slipping his shoes on as you grabbed your keys and shrugged, already moving down the hallway towards the front door.

“Your guess is as good as mine, didn’t sound quite as urgent as a 912, though.” you said as you climbed into the car and began the short drive to the hospital. “What the hell happened to you?” you asked as you ran through the emergency department to see Rooster, Fanboy and Coyote all in beds while Bob, Phoenix and Payback stood off to the side, looking rather disappointed.

“Dogfight football gone wrong,” Rooster winced as an intern was stitching above his eyebrow and looked over to see Fanboy in the same boat.

“Get up, that’s going to scar,” you said as you pulled some gloves on and Rooster’s eyes widened.

“Scar? Jupiter-” he started but you gave him a look that shut him up.

“Do you see me taking over?” you asked and he nodded, “exactly, calm down.” you said with a chuckle as you gently pulled out the sutures to start over. “So you had the baby doctor’s page me for what, two cuts and a sprained ankle?” you asked as you looked over to see Coyote with an ice pack secured to his foot.

“Fanboy got scared when they pulled the needles out,” Phoenix laughed and he scoffed.

“I did not get scared.”

“Then why has no one started on your stitches?” you asked, lifting your eyes from Rooster long enough to give him a questioning look and you saw how his cheeks flushed.

“Okay, so I got scared!” he exclaimed. “Sue me for wanting the best doctor,” he grumbled and you felt your heart warm at the sentiment.

“Aw, Mickey. That’s really sweet,” you said, finishing up and applying an ointment along the stitches before bandaging it. “Those should dissolve in a week, I’ll check up on them as I see you,” you said as you stood and swapped for fresh gloves before sitting beside Fanboy.

“That’s a big needle, Jupiter,” he said as you picked up the lidocaine and you gave him a soft smile.

“It only looks big, I’m barely going to insert it, and trust me once I start on the stitches you’re going to be glad you did it.” you said, bringing the needle around his line of vision so he couldn’t see it as you lined it up, “alright, deep breath and little pinch,” you said as you administered it as quickly as you could.

“Oh, I barely felt it,” he said, looking sheepish for being scared in the first place and you chuckled.

“That’s what you get for holding out for the best,” you said as you started his stitches and finished in record time. “You know, if you guys were mad at me for kicking you out you didn’t have to land yourselves in the ER,” you teased as you picked up their charts to scribble down your notes.

“You kicked them out?” Phoenix laughed loudly as you reached into the supply cart to your left and pulled three lollipops from the top drawer to distribute.

“For being such good patients,” you said with a smirk and they gave you a look of annoyance but took them anyway.

“Yeah, she used us for our manual labor and then kicked us to the curb,” Rooster pouted and you rolled your eyes.

“You were being annoying, now get up, you're wasting beds in a busy emergency department,” you said as you walked over to the desk to sign off on their discharges.

“I’m sorry for paging, Dr. J, I know we could have handled it but-” Dr. Rogers started but you shook your head.

“You did the right thing, if anyone comes in here saying they know me always page me, even if it’s a bunch of grown men whining over sprained ankles and small lacerations,” you joked as you walked over to see Jake helping Coyote out of bed. “Well, now I need a drink. Meet at the Hard Deck?” you asked and everyone nodded as they headed into the parking lot and dispersed to their cars, chuckling as Coyote threw out a thanks mom and dad as Phoenix loaded him into her car.

“So much for our perfect first night in,” you sighed as Jake opened the passenger door for you.

“I think this is about as perfect as it was going to get for us, sweetheart,” he said, leaning in to give you a kiss before softly closing it. “Besides, I’m going home with you at the end of the night… doesn’t get much better than that.” he said as he pulled out of the lot.

“Cheeseball,” you chuckled, looking over at him as the setting sun illuminated his profile and you sighed in content. The past ten years had been full of ups and downs, but you couldn’t have imagined a high better than this one as his hand came to settle on your thigh. You finally had Jake, you were planning your future and you had friends that might have been annoying but always showed up… and called when they needed you. Every long night so far away from him, every stressful exam and every tedious surgery during your residency led you here, and you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt you had never been happier.

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bangtanloverboys · 6 months

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you’re good to me // myg

summary - finding himself under a duty of care, yoongi makes a vow to himself to keep you and your daughter safe. the only question is, can he keep that promise?

pairing - mafia-babysitter!yoongi x single mom!reader

genre -fluff, angst, minor nsfw; mafia au

author’s note - this one breaks my heart a lot because i really really did want to work on it more and share it. i do have a large chunk of it written out, but unfortunately, it just wasn’t meant to be. it’s the wasteland baby!yoongi spin off :(

How a slimy, orphan, lonely piece of shit like Yoongi went from bouncing around foster home to foster home, to being in the innermost circle of the Jeon family, one of the most notorious mobs of the city, he will understand. All he knew was he was grateful that he decided to pick the pocket of the wrong person all those years ago. That person being the son of the former mob boss, Jeon Jungkook.

He had caught onto Yoongi’s quick sleight of hand and went back to confront him. Yoongi was a full head taller than him at the time, but Jungkook still managed to beat him bloody and bruised. But instead of killing him, he did something completely unexpected.

“Work for me.”

Spitting out some more blood, Yoongi stared up at the younger kid like he was crazy. “Why?”

“Because you have guts. Not many people try to steal from me. Come on, I’ll take you to my doctor.”

For nearly twelve years, Yoongi served the Jeon Family strongly and proudly. As Jungkook took his father’s place, that only rose Yoongi from foot soldier to one of the closest people in the inner workings of the Jeons. For a kid coming from nothing, Yoongi still couldn’t believe his life. But he could never picture leaving it. This was all he’d ever known: blood, pain, sex, money, drugs, and power. He didn’t know anything else, he wouldn’t know what else he could want. He would live and die in this life, that’s all he ever expected.

Until one day, he simply took a wrong turn, and found himself wanting more.

Jungkook had mentioned offhandedly that he would be talking with a certain business type to help expand his empire. It was expected, of course, for Yoongi to be there. So there he was, 7:30 pm standing outside a run down apartment complex, staring down at the address in his phone.

127 Ocean Street, Apartment 413.

To say Yoongi was unsure if this was the place was an understatement. Typically Jungkook liked to hold his meetings in upscale clubs he owned downtown. Not places that looked something out of his own childhood. But trusting his boss’s word, he started towards the building.

Once he was outside of the apartment, he knocked on the door in the pattern that was so ingrained into him, it was almost second nature. He frowned when the door didn’t open right away. He waited a few beats more before he raised his fist again to knock for a second time, when the door swung open before him and instantly he knew he had made a mistake.

Standing before him was you, dressed in a black cocktail dress, hair and make up all done. Like you were all ready to go out for a dinner date. You didn’t look at all surprised to see a stranger at the door, in fact you seemed almost relieved.

“Thank god! You must be the replacement sitter.” You left the door open for Yoongi, who simply stared at you in shock as you stepped away from the door. “What are you gonna stand there all night? Come in!”

Unable to form words in his mouth, he followed your orders, stepping into the apartment, shutting the door behind him. He stood by the door silently as you continued to fiddle with your appearance in your hallway mirror, putting on earrings.

“Eunji is asleep right now, she shouldn’t be up for a while. There’s breast milk in the fridge, so if she wakes up hungry, there’s that. I should only be gone a couple hours, but I shouldn’t be home any later than midnight,” you rattled off as you slipped on your shoes. Yoongi opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to tell you that he wasn’t your replacement, that he had the wrong house. But before he could even attempt to fully form the words, you grabbed your coat and headed for the door. “I’m so sorry, I’d give you a tour but I’m already running late and my boss will kill me if I’m not there before eight. Her crib is in the bedroom, first door on the left. Bye!”

And you were gone, with the lock of the door.

Frozen, he couldn’t move, staring at the door you had just left from. It was too late now, he couldn’t leave. There was a child, and by the sounds of it a baby, left in his care. Turning on his feet, he followed your instructions and walked further into the apartment. It was sparsely decorated, but scattered around the floor were children’s toys and playmats in between all the well loved furniture.

When he approached the bedroom door, Yoongi regarded it for a moment before opening it. Yellow light from the room behind him bleed into the dark room, only illuminated by the nightlight, projecting stars and moons onto the walls. It looked like you had converted half of your bedroom into a nursery, judging from the full size bed and desk that were pushed to one side of the room. The crib, as you said, was there, pushed up against the wall; as well as a changing table, a basket of children’s books and a rocking chair. Cautiously, Yoongi approached it, careful not to make any loud noises that could possibly rouse the child.

Standing above the crib, Yoongi stared down into it and sure enough, there was a sleeping baby. Something happened in that moment as he stared down into the cradle, there was a tightening in his chest and he felt as if he couldn’t look away.

Reaching into his pocket, he went for his phone, dialing Hoseok’s number without a second thought.

“Yoongi, where are you-?”

“Cover for me.”

“What? Yoongi, where are you, Jungkook isn’t going to start anything-”

“I’m preoccupied at the moment. Tell him. . . I don’t know. Tell him something. I can’t make it.”

With a huff, Hoseok agreed. “Whoever he is, he better be worth it,” he grumbled as he hung up. Yoongi could only hope that his friend would figure out a plausible, believable explanation for his absence

Returning his phone to his pocket, he continued to stare down at the child. Yoongi pulled the rocking chair up closer to the crib, sitting down stiffly as he never let his eyes leave the child for a moment.

This is fine, he thought to himself. He’d been on stakeouts before, keeping an eye on anyone who didn’t pay their dues or following around anyone who needed a protective detail. If you were gone a couple hours, this would be done and over in no time.

Yoongi just sat there and watched the child with an unwavering gaze. The baby (Eunji, that’s what you said her name was, right?) slept soundly, on occasion raising her small fists as she dreamt. He could feel the corner of his lips begin to tug, wanting to smile at the small creature. But just as the smile was beginning to crack, a knock on the door brought his lips back into a frown.

Quietly, he left the baby alone again, trusting nothing should happen to her in the few moments he would be away. He peered through the peephole and saw someone outside the door, suddenly he remembered that whilst you had mistaken him for a replacement sitter, he forgot that the actual one would eventually arrive. He opened the door, and there before him was a young man who looked almost similar to him. There were a few moles here and there that separated them from each other, and hair color was completely different. But he could see how you would so easily confuse him for your replacement sitter.

“Uh,” the young man was confused, no doubt not expecting Yoongi to be the one to answer the door. “Is this- Y/N’s apartment? I’m here to watch Eunji?”

He could’ve used this opportunity to escape, to free himself of watching a child he had no business with. But he felt that tightening in his heart again. No, he couldn’t leave this child. He couldn’t confuse and scare you that you had accidentally given your child off to a stranger (you had, but he didn’t want to risk any chance you’d go to the police either)

“I got her, don’t worry.”

“But wait-”

Without a second thought, Yoongi’s hand grabbed his wallet, pulled out a wad of cash and shoved it in the actual replacement sitter’s hand. “Take it. Shut up. Don’t ask any further questions.” With that he shut the door on the guy’s face.

The slam of the door shook the walls, causing a small thud to echo through the house and suddenly the worst noise he could ever imagine started.

The baby started crying.

Quick as he could, he ran back towards the bedroom. Her once peaceful sleeping face was now all scrunched up, small screams emanating from her tiny little lungs.

This is not fine.

In a panic, Yoongi scrambled for his phone again, dialing for Namjoon.

“What is it, Min?” He could barely hear his voice over the muffled base of the music.

“Don’t ask me any questions and do not breathe a word of this to anyone: how do I stop a baby from crying without killing it?”

“I’m sorry?” Yoongi could hear the smile in his voice.

“Answer the question!” He hissed.

“Well, usually picking it up and rocking it would help soothe it, if not, you could feed it,” he answered in an amused tone.

“How do I pick it up?”

“I don’t know. You just. . . pick it up.”

“Namjoon-”

“Goodbye, Yoongi.”

“Motherfucker,” he muttered to himself once he realized that Namjoon had hung up on him. Remembering the child in the room and he had just swore, he hissed out another couple curse words before finally managing to shut himself up enough. “Okay, picking up a baby. Easy-peasy,” he said as he shucked off his leather jacket, tossing it somewhere in the room and rolling up his sleeves.

As he leaned down over the crib, he suddenly became acutely aware of the gun tucked into his pants, of the pills he had packed into the jacket he just chucked across the room, of how much pain and destruction his hands had caused. Surely he was not capable of handling such a small and fragile thing.

But the longer she cried, the more he couldn’t take it. Swallowing his doubts, he swooped up the baby into his arms, tucking her close against his chest. “There, there. It’s- it’s okay?” He said as he gently patted her back, bouncing his body up and down. “Your mom. . . your mom will be home soon. She’s going to a- a work thing, I guess. But she’ll be back soon. I promise. Then you’ll never have to see me again, okay?” She only cried harder at that.

The longer he stood bouncing her, the more his body seemed to ache from the action. Before his legs could give out, he lowered himself back into the rocking chair. Leaning all the way back in the chair, Yoongi started to gently rock back and forth with ease. By some miracle, it worked. Her loud cries quickly softened into small blubbering hiccups. Yoongi himself almost started to sob, relieved she had stopped crying.

After a few minutes, her hiccups had ceased. Turning his head to look at her, he wondered if she fell back asleep. He was surprised to see a pair of big eyes looking back at him. He felt uncomfortable under her small but steady gaze. “Uh, h-hi, Eunji.” He could’ve sworn there was a sparkle in her eye at her name. Could babies recognize their names at this size? How old was she even? He had so many questions that only you would have the answer to. He wondered if he would be able to ask you when you got home. Glancing down at his watch, it was only 8:15. Barely an hour since you’d left, but you’d be home soon enough. “I’m. . . I’m Yoongi.”

Whilst Yoongi had compared watching a sleeping baby to being on a stakeout, it was anything but. After she had cried her eyes out after being so rudely awoken, she had started crying again. He attempted to rock her back to sleep, but then he remembered Namjoon’s words: “If not, you could feed it.”

Keeping an arm tucked closely around Eunji, Yoongi lifted himself out of the chair, heading towards the small kitchenette. As you had said earlier, there were bottles of (what he presumed) was breast milk. Taped to the fridge were instructions on how to warm it to the perfect temperature. Following them to a T, he placed the bottle to Eunji’s lips and again, she sobbing stopped. Her small hands grasped at the bottle, tiny fingers grazing over his as he held the bottle steady. His eyes flickered down to her hands. How small and tiny her fingers were. Just barely he could feel the touch of her hand against his.

“Never realized how. . . small babies are,” Yoongi found himself talking aloud. “Then again, never really encountered a lot of babies. . . Not since. . . not since foster care, I guess.”

When she finished her bottle, he set it down in the sink. He didn’t know what came over him but he laid her up right on his shoulder, patting her back gently to burp her. The action came on instinct, but he didn’t think to question it.

All full, and tuckered out, Yoongi could see her eyes struggle to stay awake. Quietly, he made his way back into the bedroom, instead of laying her down in the crib, he settled back down in the rocking chair. Once she was asleep, he’d put her in the crib. That’s what he’d do. Yeah.

Soon enough, small baby-like snores were emitting from Eunji. He could feel the small puffs of her breath against his neck. He smiled, never feeling so. . . so comforted by an action. He made an effort to stand but the moment she made a noise of discomfort, he stopped. Perhaps she wasn’t fully asleep yet. He waited a few more minutes before trying again, and again she stirred. Relaxing back into the chair, guessing he was stuck there. Unsure what else to do, he just held the sleeping baby in his arms, staring at the wall.

It wasn’t until close to eleven when you returned home, and Yoongi was still seated in the rocking chair, his back stiff and achy.

“I’m home!” You softly announced, he could hear you taking off your heels in the entry hall.

“Bedroom,” he responded, wincing at the way Eunji flinched when he raised his voice barely an octave. Within moments, you stood at the door frame, surprised but a smile on your face.

“Oh, wow.”

“She fell asleep and I didn’t want to move her. She wakes up so easily,” he tried to explain as you walked over to him. Yoongi stilled as you reached your arms around your daughter, gently lifting her out of his arms. He watched with awe as Eunji didn’t cry or fuss as you tucked her back into her crib, as if she knew by instinct her mother was home and she was safe again.

Once she was laid down in the crib again, you turned to Yoongi, who still sat defeatedly in the rocking chair. Yoongi had stared down drug lords, gangbangers, and all other criminal sorts before, but sitting under your gaze as you just looked at him, he felt small. Unsure what else to do, he stood up, grabbing his jacket from the floor and putting it on.

“She likes you.”

“What?”

“She’s never fallen asleep like that,” you explained. “She hates when anyone besides me picks her up. You’re the first one.”

Yoongi shrugged, unsure of what to say.

You bit your lip before continuing. “I’ll walk you out.”

“Thank you.” He followed after you at a slow pace, a strange feeling of melancholy washing over him. You stopped just before the door, he watched as you grabbed your clutch, digging through it before handing him a couple twenties. He shook his head. “No need.”

You frowned at that. “Are-are you sure?”

“You don’t have to pay me, it’s fine.”

“I-uh, okay.” You put the money away.

Reaching past you, Yoongi unlocked the door, opening it for himself. “Have a good night.”

Just as he was about to step out the door, you grabbed his wrist. “Wait!” He stared at you in shock. You seemingly mirrored his expression, surprised by your own brazenness. “I actually was wondering if I could possibly get your number? I know Nuri sent you over, but she didn’t give me your number. But considering Eunji actually likes you. . . Could you possibly help me out again next week?”

Yoongi knew he shouldn’t. Every logical atom in him was practically screaming at him not to. But he could see in your eyes that you needed help, desperately. He couldn’t explain it, but he wanted to be that help. He wanted to help you.

Silently, he nodded.

You broke out into a grin, again that familiar pull on his heart was felt. “Perfect! Um, what’s your number?” You went for your bag again, scrambling to grab your phone. Slowly, he gave you the number of his phone. You typed out a quick message into your phone, pressing send. He felt a buzz in his pocket.

“Got it,” he assured you.

“Great, and it’s Hyeon- right?”

Yoongi opened his mouth to correct you, but stopped himself. He shouldn’t give you his real name if he was to continue under the guise of the replacement sitter, he should use that name. “Yeah, Hyeon,” he said, stepping outside your apartment.

“Alright, get home safe!”

He couldn’t recall the last time someone told him to get home safe. “I will. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

With that, you closed the door. Yoongi stared at the door a few moments longer, still trying to fully comprehend that that truly did happen.

As it turned out, Hoseok had let it be known that Yoongi was at a different type of club and he was a bit. . . tied up to be there. He was relieved that Jungkook took it in good humor, ever since he’d come across Young, he’s been different. Still stern to the rest of his foot soldiers or business partners, but allowed himself to express more. Or as Yoongi had put it on occasion, ‘Not have a stick up his ass all the time’.

By the time Yoongi returned to his own apartment, he had an assortment of different texts from Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jungkook. But he ignored them all, seeing your message at the top of his screen. You’d already texted him the details for next week, Thursday morning, wanting him to watch over Eunji whilst you attended a three hour video conference. He could do that, he already managed to survive one babysitting gig. How hard could it really be?

The week flew by, having been full of running errands for Jungkook to make up for his absence. It ranged from watching over him and Young as they went on a date, collecting fees from loaners, and ensuring the distribution of product was getting out onto the street.

With each passing day, he found himself looking forward to seeing you again. It was odd to him, having only met you once, but he felt a connection to you. Yoongi wasn’t sure if he should be scared or happy about it.

Eventually Thursday morning rolled around and he found himself in front of your door again. This time prepared for what’s to come. He’d swapped out his leather jacket for a woolen pullover and his nice button up with a softer T-shirt. He had silently debated on whether or not he could bring his gun inside, but considering you would be home, he didn’t want to risk it, leaving it in the glove compartment. Taking a breath, he knocked on the door, not bothering with any specific code. In a matter of seconds, you swung open the door, a wide awake Eunji in your arms.

“Hyeon, you’re just in time!” You exclaimed, a smile on your face. You were dressed a bit oddly. From the waist up, you looked picture perfect business casual. A pastel colored blouse, paired with nicely done hair and makeup. From the waist down, you were wearing sweats and mismatched socks. As if you’d noticed him taking in his appearance, you quickly explained. “Video conference, they can’t see me from here up so, didn’t bother looking all nice.”

Eunji turned and looked at Yoongi, the small child’s eyes wide and curious. Yoongi gave her a closed mouth smile, unsure if she would even remember him. She smiled back, an opened mouth grin that was all gums and no teeth.

“Can you say ‘hi’, Eunji?” You asked your daughter. She made a few happy sounding gurgles in response. “Good girl!” You cheered before looking back at Yoongi. “Come on in!” You stepped aside, allowing him space to enter. He shuffled past you, looking around the sunlight filled apartment. “So the meeting will just be a couple hours, I’ll just be in the next room. She’s already ate, so if she’s crying for a nap. If she scrunches her nose all funny, it’s time for a diaper change. In the meantime, just play with her. She likes Mozart, FYI.”

It took all his strength to not visibly grimace at the idea of a diaper change, but he nodded. “Diaper change, nap, play, Mozart,” he repeated.

You revered Yoongi in an odd way, but said nothing about it. “Alright, the meeting is in five. Guess that means I’ll pass her over to you.” You began rearranging Eunji in your arms, ready to pass her off into his. He stiffened slightly as she made a small cry for you, but when she looked up at Yoongi, the noise stopped in her throat. “See, she likes you.” With that, you went into the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

Yoongi stood there for a moment, staring at the door, feeling different than the last time you’d left him. A small swirly feeling in his gut. Unsure what to make of it, he looked down to the small child in his arms. He felt awkward and stiff holding her, but she made no fuss. Only staring up at him with big eyes, did she recognize him?

“Okay. . . let’s get you to your toys, I guess,” he muttered as he carefully maneuvered his way over to the mess of toys beside the couch. At a snail’s pace, he lowered himself to the ground. He resituated Eunji in his arms, tucking his hands underneath her arms, holding her at arm’s length. “And sit,” he said, sitting her down across from him. Loosening his hold on her, he watched as she wobbled in place before leaning forward, pushing the boundaries of her abilities. Clearly, she wasn’t too strong to sit up all by herself yet as she leaned forward too far, almost falling smack on her face. Thankfully for his quick reflexes, Yoongi snatched her right back up. “Okay, you’re sitting here then.” He pulled her onto his lap, keeping one hand firm across her body like a seatbelt. “I’m bringing the toys to you.” With a stretch of his arm, he grabbed the nearest toy, a giraffe blanket type-thing that rattled as he picked it up. “Want this?” Yoongi asked, holding it to Eunji. She looked at it for a split second before smacking at it in his hand. “That’s a no,” he tossed the toy aside, grabbing the next one, a small plastic green keyboard with a butterfly on it. “What about this one?” Yoongi asked, pressing down on one of the keys, playing a note. Eunji’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the keyboard, making grabby hands for it. He brought the toy closer, playing it within her arms reach. She banged on it for a few minutes, uncoordinated and random notes of music filling the air.

That continued on for the next twenty or so minutes, Yoongi dragging a toy close to her and waiting for her judgment. Sometimes she’d slap it away, sometimes she’d play with it for a few minutes before shoving it aside. He’ll admit, it was entertaining, listening to her babble and smack about toys. Never in a million years would’ve he thought he’d be doing this, something so soft and caring. He couldn’t imagine it, him with a child, yet here he was as if it was the most normal thing to him.

It all went south about an hour in. Eunji was quiet for a long time, not quite interested in any of her toys anymore, no matter how much Yoongi dangled one in front of her eyes. Then he smelled it. “Shit,” he muttered to himself, picking up the child. “Did you poop?” Instead of that go-lucky smile she had on earlier, her face was all pinched. “You’re pooping,” he clarified, remembering what you said about her making a face. With a sigh, he lifted her up. “Diaper change, diaper change. . . I can change a diaper.”

Contrary to what he said, Yoongi could not change a diaper. He stood at the changing table, absolutely dumbfounded. He’s seen way grosser things; brains splattered against glass, cleaned up vomit and blood out of his car, stitched up wounds, and set bones. But he was frozen at the idea of changing an infant’s diaper.

But he couldn’t back down now. He was in too deep. Holding his breath, he began to unbutton Eunji’s onesie, leaving her naked, spare the giant bag of cotton wrapped around her bum. “So you need a clean diaper, which are here,” he said as he sifted through drawers, easily finding them and pulling out a fresh one, “and wipes.” He grabbed the small box. Everything prepped and ready, Yoongi looked Eunji in the eyes. “Hey, look at me. Look at me. You stay still and let me clean you. You got that?”

The baby only giggled in response.

Ten agonizing minutes of struggling, gagging, mumbling curse words under his breath, and down a sweatshirt, Eunji was freshly dressed in a new diaper and back in her clothes. “I really hope you don’t retain any of those words, kid. Don’t want your mom thinking I’m a bad influence.”

Eunji was back in his arms, happy and content, and hopeful she’d remain that way for the time being. Yoongi returned to the floor, setting her down this time on her stomach on a blanket. He placed some of the various toys she was playing with earlier in front of her, hoping to entertain her. Yoongi sat off beside her, simply watching her bang away at the toy piano and strangle various stuffed animals when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Without a second thought, he answered it. “Min.”

“There's a situation going down at the pier.” Hoseok’s voice responded on the other end.

“How bad?”

“Just a couple Hwangs, caught trying to take inventory.”

Eyes still trained on Eunji. “I’m busy.”

“Busy with what? Min, we need you here, now!”

He knew he should go, it was his job, his lifestyle. But instead Yoongi found himself struggling, unable to depart from the small child that was placed under his care. “Doesn’t matter. Besides I’m on the other side of town, I won’t get there in time.”

“I swear, if you’re just getting ass-”

Yoongi hung up the phone before Hoseok could finish.

It was another hour before you emerged from your bedroom, no longer half dressed in office clothes. You were wearing more casual clothing, looking far more relaxed now that the meeting was over. Eunji’s head immediately snapped in your direction, joyous sounds coming from her as you swooped down and picked her up.

“Hi there, sweet girl. Were you good for Hyeon?” You cooed as you nuzzled your daughter. Yoongi’s heart swelled at the sight, before standing up from his place on the floor. “She didn’t cause you too much trouble?”

He shook his head. “She was fine, really. Although, uh, there was a bit of fall out changing her diaper.” Glancing at his discarded hoodie in the hamper.

“Ah, I’ll clean that up for you. You can pick it up next time. That sound okay with you?” You said, casually.

Again, ignoring the deep instinct to deny you, telling him to leave you and your daughter alone, he nodded. Yoongi could not fathom why he was so drawn to your family, how kind and compassionate you were to him, even if you only spoke with him a few times. He knew better than to get too involved, but for some unknown reason he couldn’t stop himself.

These babysitting gigs continued on for the following months, each time growing closer and closer to you and Eunji. Before he knew it, he wasn’t even sure if these visits would even qualify as visits. You’d invited him to the zoo, to a children’s museum, to the beach, to a local pool. All under the guise of him supposed to be babysitting your darling daughter, but rarely did you leave him alone with Eunji, you were always there by his side. It wasn’t always going out though, there were days when you still needed him late to watch her, whilst you went out for some work dinner or meeting. But everytime you came back, you offered him to stay a while longer, have a beer or stay for dinner. Yoongi wasn’t an idiot, he knew why you would ask him to stay longer. It would be a bad idea to get any more involved with you than he already had. But each time without fail, he said yes.

His times with you felt like a dream compared to his real life. Each time he had to say goodbye to you, he was reminded of the life he truly lived. Yoongi was grateful for Hoseok being able to cover him, but each time he had to make up for it by doing the most brutal tasks. With blood on his hands, Yoongi’s mind would wander to you, how disgusted you would be at his true self. He could almost hear Eunji’s horrified screams at his bloodied state.

------- that’s all i had written ------

Overtime realizes that the reader likes him and hence why she calls him like every week just to watch baby for an hour and he’s like really awkward but he slowly catches feelings for her and is very protective of baby

One night she reads signals wrong and kisses him and is like “im so sorry i didn’t-” he cuts her off with a kiss “you’re okay” maybe they start making out and get busy, then baby starts crying and he’s like “i should go”

It's only hours later that he’s getting a call from the hospital that her house/apartment was set ablaze (enuji and reader are fine, because of smoke they had to go either way bc baby)

Yoongi slightly loses it, and goes over to the hospital and takes you to his home

Car ride is quiet to his house, when he explains everything, reader rightfully freaks out because he’s a mafia member, she trusted her baby with a literal killer and locks herself in his room and he’s like “okay”

He calls jungkook and he offers her the same thing he offered his boyfriend (now fiance bc he proposed) (be sure to congratulate them); she asks to think about it

For the next couple days, Reader stays with him because yoongi doesn’t want her to leave his sight

Reader stays in yoongi’s room, enjoys the smell of his sheets

Yoongi tells reader that if she wants to leave, he wants to go with her. He’ll leave the mafia behind, he’ll go straight. He just wants to be with her, he sees a life and a future with her, something he never thought he’d have the chance before

With baby in other room, maybe smut

Morning after he wakes up and she’s gone

Yoongi throws a fit because she’s gone, took the baby and left, not even a note. Yoongi blows up on jungkook for not telling him she had made the decision already, but he said “i can’t do this” and storms out.

Cut to a few years later. Yoongi has been long since out of the, ending up in ireland. He’s sitting along the coastline, enjoying the ocean air. When a toddler bounces over over to him

He’s rusty with his kid skills, but he’s like “woah, where is your mother?” bc another korean person in ireland is like ‘ayo?’ but theres something about this baby that looks familiar?

The baby’s mother runs up to him like ‘oh my goodness, im so sor-’ and low and behold its the reader! She looks different, hair color and length, as well as some aging, but he knows her. He always will. He wants to say something but another voice from another person interrupts. He stumbles over his words before realizing he needs to let her go. They can never be. So he says goodbye to little enuji and reader, for the last time

The end

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43, SWISS/DEW- PLZZZZ OMG I LOVE UR WORK!!!!

ANON THANK U SO MUCH YOU HAVE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD SWISSDEW IS MY LIIFFEEEE

This uh,,,,kinda got away from me soooo ENJOOYYYY

Minors go away this isnt for you

Dew has a problem. A great big beautiful, charismatic, problem called Swiss. What a stupid name.

Ever since Swiss was summoned, he and the rambunctious fire ghoul have butted heads. Aether says that they're just too similar. Both assholes in their own right, both flirtatious to a fault and both very aware of their talents and their effect on those around them. All of the ghouls try to get them to play nice, breaking up arguments and sometimes even physical fights that the two get into.

If you ask Mountain though, he’ll say they just need to fuck already.

The sexual tension of Swiss and Dewdrop in a room together can be cut with a child’s toy butter knife. Dew knows it, Swiss knows it. But both are too stubborn to admit it to anyone, especially each other or themselves. And while it is a bit more of Dew having a problem with Swiss than the other way around, Swiss has too much fun lighting a fuse under the little firecracker and watching him explode.

“Firefly, I said I’m sorry, okay? ! didn't know those wings were yours. I thought they were fair game!,” Swiss says, for once genuinely apologetic for inadvertently stealing the fire ghoul's food from the fridge.

“Satanas, knock it OFF with that annoying nickname! No one else called me that until you showed up! Where did you ev- It doesn’t matter. DON’T steal my fucking food again.” Dew drop says stomping closer to Swiss hoping to intimidate the larger ghoul by crowding his space.

Needless to say, it isn’t working.

Swiss humours the smaller ghoul stalking towards him though and matches each of Dew’s steps forward with a step back, back, back, until he hits a wall and puts his hands up in mock surrender.

“Look, if it’s any consolation, those wings were so hot I think I started blowing smoke out of my nose like you do when you get angry.”

Dew stops and exhales, smoke pouring out his nose just as Swiss said as the tips of his ears turn an angry red

“Yeah! See? Just like that!” Swiss says pointing excitedly. Like a kid pointing out his favourite animal at the zoo.

“It really did hurt so, in a way, I’ve kind of already paid penance for my crimes, if you think about it, firecracker,” Swiss says with a shit eating grin and a chuckle.

“Fucking hell, ANOTHER stupid nickname! Why do you INSIST on pissing me off every damn time I see you what the fuck did I ever do to you?” Dew is starting to shout now, exasperated.

Swiss puts on a clearly fake sympathetic look and places his hands on Dew’s shoulders and bends down slightly to get to eye level. “Aw, fire lily, you didn’t do anything! I guess I’m just a little addicted to getting you all riled up like this,” he says, punctuating his statement with a quick scrunch of his nose in the fire ghoul’s direction.

Dew freezes at that nickname. It hits too close to home. Bringing back memories of his past. Back when he was a water ghoul and Mountain would call him waterlily.

Dew growls, throwing his arms up and shrugging Swiss’ hands off his shoulders before poking Swiss in the chest hard, encroaching even further into the multi ghoul's personal space.

“You should be addicted to shutting the fuck up,” Dew growls and Swiss can hear the anger in his voice is real and something in Swiss snaps.

He grabs Dew by his arms and spins them around, pinning Dew to the wall with an arm across his chest and presses his hips into Dew to keep his full body pinned almost effortlessly. He watches Dew’s reaction and smirks at the blush that creeps up Dew’s neck and into his cheeks, the ashen skin becoming tinged with a reddish orange. Swiss’ gaze drops to Dew drops small mouth that’s now hanging open slightly.

“Aw little firecracker, you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you looks stupid,”

And with that comment, it’s Dew’s turn to snap. He growls and dips his head down to spit sparks onto Swiss’ forearm and kicks him in the shin before delivering a punch to the multi ghoul’s gut.

Swiss doubles over and Dew takes advantage of the situation. He grabs Swiss by the shoulders and pins him against the wall in the same way.

Swiss outright laughs at the size difference between the two of them. It's not too drastic but it's enough to be comical.

“Oh boy, little firecracker’s about to explode aren’t y-”

“SHUT UP” Dew all but screams in Swiss’ face.

Something in Dew’s voice, probably the way it cracked slightly, and in his face makes Swiss pause and really take him in. Dew is properly angry. More angry than Swiss has ever seen him at least that he’s been the cause of.

His face softens and he reaches a hand up to gently grip Dew’s arm.

“Dewdrop, I-” “I SAID SHUT. UP.”

Swiss obeys and gives the fire ghoul a moment.

After a beat Dew’s eyes leave Swiss’ face and looks up to the ceiling.

“What if I did?” Dew says after a few seconds.

Swiss tilts his head in confusion. “What if you did…what?”

“Wanted to…” Dew trails off and growls in frustration.

Realisation dawns on Swiss and he gently grabs Dewdrop's arm and removes it from his collar bone.

“All you had to do was ask.”

He doesn't even give the fire ghoul time to think before his lips crash into Dew’s quickly.

Dew freezes for a second before reciprocating and Swiss snakes a hand into Dew’s gorgeous long hair and gives a small tug to adjust the angle and deepen the kiss. Dew wraps his arms around Swiss’ neck and the larger ghoul reaches down to grip Dew’s thighs and hoist him up to wrap small legs around his own waist. He walks them to Dew’s room, kicking the door closed once inside and breaks the kiss depositing Dew on the bed. They stare at each other for a moment.

“You sure you wanna do this? Word is you haven't yet since you were summoned. I’m not exactly gentle,” Dew says, not trying to get out of it, just a warning.

“You’re right, I haven’t,” Swiss confirms as he sheds his clothes. “But I want this as much as you do, firelily.”

Dew bites at his lip in contemplation, staring unabashedly as Swiss’ unfairly attractive body.

“Ok just, do me a favour and do NOT call me that.” Swiss nods at the request, receiving a nod from Dew in return.

“Good. Now get back here,” Dew says as he shucks off his shirt and trousers before reaching for Swiss, beckoning him onto the bed.

Their lips meet again, gentler this time but just as heated. Dew snakes a hand down between them to palm Swiss through his boxers earning a whimper from the multi ghoul above him. Dew smirks into the kiss.

“Didn't peg you for a whimpering kinda guy,” Dew chuckles, teasingly.

Swiss props himself up on his hands and knees and moves to kiss down Dew’s neck and torso. “Oh baby the pegging comes later,” He says trailing kisses and bites down the small torso underneath him. “Right now I want that cute cock in my mouth,”

Dew shudders at Swiss’ words, his mouth going a bit dry.

“Y-you don’t want it the other way round? It is your first time after all,” Dew says shakily as Swiss pulls the fire ghoul's cock out of his underwear and begins long and slow strokes.

“Oh I'll have that pretty mouth of yours too. But I want to taste you first,”

And before Dew can protest, Swiss' mouth is on him. Taking him all the way to the hilt on the first go.

Dew makes a sound as if he’d gotten a swift punch to the gut, letting out a shaky groan as his hand flies to Swiss’ hair and grips tight. Gently guiding his head up and down to feel every bit of that talented tongue along his cock. Swiss moans around Dew's cock and it feels so good, almost too good.

Dew mumbles something in ghoulish, almost coming out as a whimper.

“Wait wait wait,” Dew says, pulling Swiss off his leaking cock before he loses himself.

“Are you sure this is your first time?” He asks incredulously.

Swiss wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and smirks, his tongue lolling out to lick at his lips. It makes Dew’s cock twitch yearning for that tongue again.

“First time topside, first time with these…human-ish bodies, yeah,” Swiss chuckles.

They hold each other's gaze for a moment, both panting heavily. Dew takes in Swiss’ appearance, mouth and chin already shining with spit, his eyes heavily lidded with lust. Dewdrop nods quickly.

“More,” He breathes out as he grips Swiss’ hair again and pushes him back down to his cock.

Swiss runs his tongue up from the base of Dew’s cock up to the tip earning a loud moan, before taking him in again and bobbing up and down. He thinks he must be doing something right because suddenly Dew has both hands on Swiss' horns and starts thrusting into his mouth letting out whimpering pained noises to match Swiss' own moans that only add to Dew's pleasure.

Suddenly Dew swears under his breath and stops, holding Swiss’ head still and pulls out of his mouth.

“Sorry, got carried aw-”

“No keep going,” Swiss says, his voice gravely in a way that makes Dew's cock twitch.

Dew hesitates, not really wanting to ruin Swiss’ first time sucking cock by damaging his throat. Copia and Imperator would never let him hear the end of it. But the decision is made for him when Swiss uses one hand to start slowly stroking Dew’s cock again, using the other to grab his hands one by one placing them on his head and moving to hold his mouth open over the head of Dew’s cock sticking his tongue out to flick over the head teasingly.

And how could he say no? He tightens his grip in Swiss’ hair and starts fucking his mouth at an easy pace, relishing in the feel of Swiss’ mouth hot and wet on his already leaking cock. He speeds up, unable to resist chasing his bliss in the multi ghoul’s mouth, gasping for air between every whimper and moan Swiss rings out of him. Dew feels like he might explode. Maybe firecracker is an apt nickname for him after all.

He won’t last much longer and Swiss seems to get the hint when Dew slows down and pulls out reluctantly.

Swiss shakes his head, “Nuh-uh. Give it to me. I want it,” he says, hands moving under Dew's legs to grip his small thighs. He doesn't even care how desperate he sounds, all he can think about is Dewdrop's perfect cock and how his cum will taste on his tongue.

Dew is panting, staring at Swiss like he’s the most beautiful creature on earth or in hell and just nods.

Swiss gets his mouth back on Dew in a flash bobbing up and down, Dew’s hands fly to grab onto Swiss’ horns, using them as leverage to pull him down onto his cock over and over again until he feels his release getting closer and closer. He tries to warn Swiss, not wanting to catch him off guard on his first time but the sensation is too good, too much. His words fail him and all that comes out is desperate whimpers, gasps and moans.

“Please, please, please,” is all Dew can get out before his orgasm crashes through him in waves. He thrusts all the way into Swiss’ mouth and holds him there with a hand firmly on the back of Swiss’ head. Dew feels the back of the multi ghoul’s throat hit the head of his cock, and Swiss swallows. A sensation that causes another orgasm to crash through him before the first one has even subsided. Dew’s hips grind into Swiss' mouth once, twice more before he lets him up for air and the debauched look on the ghoul’s face is to die for.

Swiss sits up on his knees and they both catch their breath for a moment before Dew lets out a low shaky groan throwing his arm over his face. “Satanas…again, you're sure this was your first time?” he asks again.

Swiss nods with a chuckle and crawls up the bed to lay next to Dew.

“I’m just naturally that good I guess,” he says with a smirk and a shrug. Dew rolls his eyes.

“Shut up and kiss me,”

Swiss obliges and Dew tastes his own release on Swiss’ tongue making his head spin a little.

The rest of the ghouls and ghoulettes notice Swiss and Dew fighting a lot less often and even if they don't know for sure what happened to get them to get along, they’re happy that they've learned to coexist.

Mountain knows though. He smelled it on them the very next day. That was none of his business though.

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reaperintheroses · 2 years

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hi!! do you think you can do hcs for dating phoenix (as a female) <3

Y'all I went to sleep for like maybe 7 hours and I came back to my tumblr blown the fuck up thank you so so so much! I've gotten hella requests for phoenix so I'm combining these two. This is a continuation of the headcanon I did last night about Phoenix asking you out. Oh also minors please fuck right on off theres smut in these headcanons, it's marked though so feel free to read up until it says "NSFW headcanons" :)

-Whew lord -okay so after she asked you out and left you stuttering on that beach -you guys made plans to meet that following friday -you expected her to take you to a hole in the wall bar and potentially cheap out on drinks -BOY WERE YOU WRONG -She took you to this fancy ass beachside restaurant -and REFUSED to let you pay for anything -When she took you home that night you invited her inside for a “movie” -you lasted about ten minutes before you ended up on top of her -After about 15 minutes of making out you asked her if she wanted to go upstairs -“I don’t want you to think I’m only in this for the sex” -HUH -You nodded and just kept kissing her on your couch until she eventually decided that she had to go -after that the rest is history

-Y’all moved so damn fast in this relationship it wasn’t even funny -like by maybe the third date she’s already asking to call you her girlfriend -She always has to open doors for you -be it car doors, the door to your house, the door to the fridge in a 7-11 at 2 am on a tuesday -if there's a door shes opening it for you -says that just because you’re dating a woman doesn’t mean you don’t deserve chivalry -Her favorite type of beer would be bud lite sorry I don’t make the rules -you obviously know that from her frequenting at your bar -so randomly you start keeping 6-packs in your fridge -she never questions it but you know it means a lot to her -Phoenix is relatively average height (5’7) -but I feel like when shes not in uniform she would dress in straight jeans and large t-shirts -you would steal these whenever you sleep over at her place and just randomly start wearing them -it makes her literally FERAL to see you in her clothes -I feel like lots of the top gun team would try and hit on you too -so when you start showing up to work in her old ratty t-shirts she gets so secretly happy -speaking of phoenix being possessive she would definitely make out with you in the bar on your breaks -You would ask her to try and be a little more lowkey but she is so obsessed with everyone knowing you’re hers

NSFW headcanons -Oh my god does this girl know how to make you feel things you didn’t think possible -Lots of people say that she's a top but I feel like she could definitely be a switch but her bottoming is kinda rare and when she does its more of like a power bottom type vibe -toys are her team mate not her enemy -she's definitely into some lowkey bdsm but nothing super serious -If you call her something other than her name in bed she’s a goner -but don’t call her phoenix -that's just not her thing -callsigns in bed bother her -She definitely get off from getting you off -would eat you out for hours -either it's hard core edging or hard core overstimulation -She is definitely the queen of aftercare -making sure you’re hydrated before anything else -she's got washcloths and fruit snacks on deck too -lots of cuddles and kisses -this girl loves you so damn much

#top gun requests #top gun: maverick #phoenix x reader #phoenix x you #phoenix x yn #natasha trace x reader #robins topgun sleepover

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complexparadox1 · 2 years

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This is my first time posting anything I have written on here so I hope it's enjoyable! This is going to be a multi chapter thing this is what I have so far. Based off of You on Netflix, it's going to have a dark themes, such as stalking, violence, possibly murder, a toxic relationship, possibly some smut later one. Kazutora is quite the Yandere in this, reader is female, and Baji is still alive. I hope you enjoy 😊🫶🏻 the song included is what I listened to while writing this if you wanna get the vibes I was feeling lol.

You, the beautiful woman who walked into the pet store one day. Kazutora had immediately been struck by her, the way her hair covered a side of her face as she bent over to inspect bags of cat food. Coming over to assist you, the sweet saccharine smile you'd given him. Clearly you liked him, at least half as much as he liked you. Why else would you smile like that? Why else would you wish him a good rest of his week as you departed the store? Even after you had left the smell of your perfume lingered in the air. He managed to catch a glimpse of the name badge you wore on your chest. You worked at a coffee shop across the street, he had never been there before but decided to make it a habit to stop in. He couldn't believe he had never noticed you before now.

You handed him his cup of coffee, smiling and starting up a conversation with him. God you were beautiful, heart stoppingly so. Especially when your eyes were on him, just him like there was no one else you'd rather be speaking to at this moment. Kazutora was absolutely infatuated with you, everything about you allured him.

Baji noticed the change in his friend almost immediately, Kazutora of course didn't mention you by name. His friend had always been the charismatic type and the last thing he wanted was for him to steal your attention.

One afternoon he managed to follow you home, a small apartment building, lucky for him you lived right on the ground floor. He'd watched you from his car, so cute you left the shades open just for him to be able to see you. Puttering around, a large band T-shirt and shorts are your only attire. He couldn't help but be aroused by the sight of your exposed skin. So perfect, not a flaw anywhere on your body. You were perfect and you were all his. Eventually he had to leave, but he made sure to set your address in his phone. He'd be coming back again.

It took a few days for him to have the day off, you were at work till four. He has managed to memorize your schedule now, and also knew that you tended to walk to work. You were a creature of habit he had come to learn. Work Monday through Friday at the coffee shop, always from 8am to 4pm, a trip to the library every Tuesday after work. Your younger brother would also stop by intermittently, Kazutora didn't care much for him. You always cried after he came to visit.

Breaking into the apartment was easy, worryingly so he worried if he could get in so couldn't anyone. He'd have to keep a closer eye on you, make sure you were safe. Seeing your apartment from inside it was so very you, cozy and warm. The smell of your perfume lingered in the air, makeup splayed across your bathroom counters, you cat Mochi curled up happily on her cat tree. Inspecting your fridge, concerningly baren only a plethora of energy drinks inside. He'd seen your tendency to order take out more often than not, he worried for your health. No one should subsist on a diet of caffeine and take-away alone. Inspecting pictures you had hung on a corkboard in your room, you and your brother mostly, presumably the older people in your photos were your parents. A memorial card, the man pictured was young dressed smartly with a smile. 09/01/1994~11/12/2017 he'd been twenty three when he died, curious. 'Kazuha Soma- beloved son, you will be forever missed' who was this man to you? He would have to look into him. Snapping a picture of the memorial card with his dates of birth and death.

A book left on your bedside table, dog eared creases that showed you had read this book a number of times. As Deep As The Ocean he flipped through the pages, finding a picture stuffed between two pages. Of you and the same man from the memorial card. Both of you smiling, his arm around your shoulders. You looked much younger here but no less beautiful. Taking a moment to read the poem on the page behind the photo.

'I see that you're dying but there's nothing I can do, I'm miles and miles away from reach of you. We drifted so far away, All I can see is our memories, From the dust and debris. All I got left is this picture of you and me. Our love caught on fire set by another us, you were burned by the smoke. Somehow I escaped out the rabbit hole, I didn't mean to, I slipped, But I watched you burn right in front of me, with my limbs pinned against the floor, I couldn't help you at all.'

The explanation of your connection with this man was clear now, he had at one point in time been your partner. Clearly you were still held down by this loss, he could understand. Kazutora had lost much in his life as well, were you afraid to be burned again? Did you feel the same way as he did? Oh how he hurt for you, for your sadness. But he was here now, he would protect you with his life if he had to.

Realizing he had been here longer than intended he planted a small listening device in your room, connecting it to his phone in order to have audio sent to him directly. Grabbing a sweater that was discarded on the end of your bed, just a small piece of you for him to keep. Making his exit from the apartment, a plan already in place to get closer to you.

You came into the pet shop again today, engaged once more in polite conversation. You'd even brought him a coffee, so sweet of you really he was working late tonight. This time the conversation was longer, unhindered by the constraints of time he normally had when he visited your workplace. You looked tired today, but you were still beautiful. Eventually you had to leave, citing Mochi at dinner at a certain time. He knew she did, he'd seen you feed her at exactly 5pm every night like clockwork. You stopped before you left though, a brief pause and a debate behind your eyes. "Uh…this might be a bit forward of me but…do you think…you'd like to go out sometime? Maybe get lunch together?" The dusted pink of your cheeks was so precious, you were so nervous and meek it was adorable. He couldn't agree quickly enough and the beaming smile you gave him made his heart skip. "Of course, we should exchange numbers. Just let me know whenever you're free." He said and gave you his phone in order to put your number in. The cute little sparkle emoji you put on the tail end of your name made him smile with delight. He followed your stead, putting his number in with a tiger emoji at the end and you giggled a bit. "I guess I'll be talking to you, Tora." Ah he could have died happy right here and now, hearing you call him a nickname was just heaven. He couldn't wait to see you again, couldn't wait for your date.

Of course he stopped by your place again that night, texting you that he was out of work and inquiring as to how your night was going. The smile that lit up your face at his message made his head spin. You were so beautiful, things were moving along in his favor. You replied immediately, telling him you'd ordered takeout from a local place, no real plans just home with Mochi. Ah you were far too cute, you were certainly a homebody he'd come to learn. But he liked that about you, it meant you were all his.

#kazutora hanemiya #tokyo rev #yandere kazutora x reader #simp so hard #yandere kazutora #yandere themes #kazutora would 100% be a yandere #toxic love #stalking #Spotify

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agustdiv1ne · 2 years

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hihi congrats on 2k !!! 🥰 i’d like to request, if you don’t mind <3 seonghwa, (if you can) etl + suggestive, and the colour : #bd4041 !! thank you !!

thank you hun!! ♡ sorry for taking 80 billion years to write this :,)

wc: 635

warnings: steamy office makeout sesh yes, that is all <3

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you find that the best part of your work day is lunch time. it's a break from your infuriatingly incompetent co-workers, a perfect time to recharge and stuff your face.

it is also your designated time of the day to scream in your car about how park seonghwa is the bane of your existence.

there’s just something about the man that irks you, that crawls under your skin like a pesky little insect. perhaps it’s the way he sucks up to the higher-ups in order to get ahead of the rest of your co-workers, or the way that he takes on more work without a peep of complaint. perhaps it’s his infuriatingly perfect face, his plush lips that curl into a smug smirk every time he catches your eye, his tongue that pokes out that you could only imagine feeling in places that must remain unspoken…

not the fucking time, you admonish yourself.

you get up from your chair, walking from your cramped cubicle to the break room. the pad thai that you had made the night prior is calling your name. yet, when you open the fridge, your lunch is nowhere to be found. you think about if you accidentally left it at home this morning but no, you vividly remember putting it into the fridge before you poured yourself a cup of coffee, seonghwa bumping your shoulder as you walked out of the room. you glared at him while he simply grinned at you, and no one else had seen you put your lunch in the fridge and — wait. seonghwa is the only one who had seen you put your lunch in the fridge.

"i swear to god if you're the one who stole my lunch, i will rip you limb from limb," you hiss as you stalk over to his cubicle, where seonghwa is, coincidentally, also on his break. it's almost comical, the way he pauses, wide-eyed, with a forkful of pad thai — your pad thai — poised before his plush lips.

your jaw drops in shock. “what the fu-”

“shhh!” he scrambles up to slap a hand over your mouth. “don’t be so loud!”

“don’t be so loud? don’t be so loud? you stole my lunch!” you whisper-yell in his face. he exasperatedly sighs before he pulls you into a nearby meeting room. as soon as the door clicks shut, you’re back to ranting. “what is your problem, huh? i know we don’t usually get along, but to eat my fucking food? really?”

you’ve moved closer to him as you spoke, something that you finally notice when you’re finally nose-to-nose with him and he’s pressed up against the door. you freeze. he doesn’t speak, doesn’t try his usual borderline-flirty comments that grate against your nerves. instead, his eyes flick back and forth between your lips and your eyes. something changes in the air at that moment, and you release a shuddering breath.

“you’re infuriating, y’know that?” you whisper. his lips twitch up briefly.

“yeah, but you seem to like it. gets your attention, doesn’t it?” he leans closer — if that’s even possible — and you suddenly feel incredibly small, miniscule, under his heavy gaze.

his thumb comes up to rub against your cheek. “i’m right, aren’t i?”

and you crumble.

lips meet lips in the dim meeting room, his hands finding your waist, your hips, tangled in your perfectly-pinned hair. you emit a quiet whimper into his mouth when he bites down on your lip, your thighs rubbing together beneath your skirt.

you pull away to catch your breath, and when you meet his eyes once more, he’s staring.

“you still owe me food,” you pant.

he laughs. “i knew you would say that. after work?”

you nod, a smile stretching your lips, before your expression suddenly drops.

“you screwed up my hair!”

#ateez smut #ateez fluff #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa x reader #ateez x reader #seonghwa scenarios #seonghwa smut #seonghwa imagine #ateez imagines #ateez au #seonghwa suggestive #park seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa smut #park seonghwa scenarios #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop fluff #💌 — hwa

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demons2003 · 1 year

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My Boys (Chapter 28)

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Y/n's pov

2 Days Later

"Just go have lunch already Steve! We'll be fine on our own. We're on our own when you're not working," I whine, trying to get Steve to finally take his break and go have his lunch. I know he'd been skipping a few of his lunches because we've only had one person in the store if he left. As cute as I thought it was because he was trying to look after Robin and me, I was starting to worry about his own health. Something he seemed to forget about when there was someone else he can look after. "I'll be fine not to eat now, I'll just eat something when I get home," Steve says, trying to come back behind the counter. I shake my head at him and place my hands on his chest to push him back. "No, that won't do at all. Either go have your lunch right now or I'm going steal some ice cream from the fridge and blame it on you," I tell him, pushing him further out of the store. Steve sighs at me and turns around, almost knocking me over in the process. "Fine, I'll go eat lunch. But I'll get the food, eat it and be right back here in like 30 minutes," He says before quickly walking out of the store. I smile in victory and move back behind the counter, Robin moving over next to me at the same time.

"What was that all about?" Robin asks me. I laugh a little and face her, leaning my hip against the counter. "I know he hasn't been going out for his lunch break. Either out of the store or in the back room. I was just making sure he finally ate something before going home. Our shifts are too long to be waiting that long. Especially Steve, considering how much I've seen him eat," I tell her. She smiles at me and says, "So you're keeping track of him now?" She smirks at me and looks over to the door. "Oh haha, I am not. Just noticed he wasn't eating." I whisper, also turning to the front of the store. "So, you ready to pick up your cousin tomorrow from camp?" Robin asks me. "Yes, so excited to have him back here. He can finally see Steve in the sailor's outfit," I smile, thinking of Dustin's reaction to how Steve looks in our uniform. I love the shorts on Steve. They were so high and I believe someone did it on purpose instead of an accident.

We spend the next few minutes talking about little things until a very unpleasant voice booms throughout the whole store. "L/n! Just the girl I wanted to see today," Jason yells, waving something in my and Robin's direction. I give him a weird look and move off of the counter, straightening to seem talker. "What do you want Carver?" I snap at him, wanting him to leave as soon as possible. He slams his hands with something in it on the counter and leans forward. "I have a surprise for you." He sickly smiles at the two of us. If we weren't at work I'd punch him right now. I look over to Robin and find her nervously looking down at the thing in Jason's hand. What the hell does he have to show me? "What is it?" I ask, noticing Steve walking back from the other side of the store. Jason's smile widens as he takes his hand off the photo laying on the bench. My eyes widen as I snatch the photo from Jason's reach. The photo was a picture of me clearly kissing Robin in the back of my car, Robin's back facing the camera. Something we haven't done since we were together. You could clearly make out me in the picture but Robin was a little blurred and I don't believe anyone else would think it was her. Plus her hair was a different colour from what it is now. I steal a glance at Robin to make sure she's ok but she looks absolutely terrified. Fuck, this could ruin Robin.

"What the hell is this Carver?" I ask, hoping that I could play it all off as not being me. "Oh come on, you know exactly what this is. It's you kissing a girl," Jason snaps at me. Fuck. "Why are you showing me this? What do you want Jason?" I ask, trying to stay as tough as I can while noticing Steve getting closer and closer to the store. He can not know about this. "Maybe you should go out with me. Say I'm your boyfriend and maybe this photo won't make it around the school and just disappear," He threatens, clearly proud of himself for the plan he came up with. "What about the other girl in the photo?" I ask, trying to work out if he knew it was Robin I was kissing. "I don't know who the fuck that is, no one seems to know. And I don't really care, so what do you say Y/n? Wanna jump on this train?" He smirks, putting his hand on mine. I pull it away and throw the photo in the trash where he can't get it. He probably has more but this means he can't show Steve when he walks in. "I don't care what you do to me in that hell whole. I am not going out with you Carver. Never in a million years you pig," I snap at him, turning away from him.

As I do that Steve finally walks into Scoops, noticing the tense energy right away. "Is everything ok in here?" He asks, looking right at me and Robin. Robin nods and walks into the back room. Jason stands up straight and gives Steve his best smile. "Well look who it is. Long time no see 'King Steve'," Jason says. Steve glares at him and asks me again, "Is everything ok?" We stare at each other for a second, Steve looking to see if I needed him to kick Jason out of here. I nod my head and say, "Everything's good hear, Jason was just leaving." I glare a Jason but he just smiles at the two of us. "Yeah, yeah, I was. See you at school Y/n. I'll make sure to send that photo out to everyone for you," Jason threatens as he walks out the door. God, I'm so fucked when I get back to school.

Steve walks over to me and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Are you sure you're ok? You and Robin looked really scared and worried when I walked in," Steve asks again, grabbing my chin and turning my face to his. I try to give him a reassuring smile and say, "Yeah we are. He just came in to ask me out again. No big deal. Take the front for the both of us please." I get out of Steve's arms and run to the back where Robin is hiding. When I enter I find Robin crying with her head in her hands. I run over to her and pull her into my chest. "Hey sweetheart, don't cry. It's gonna be ok. We'll work it all out," I whisper, kissing the top of her head. "But what if it isn't? You are clearly seen kissing a girl in that picture Y/n." Robin whisper/yells, clearly not being able to handle the situation. "Hey, hey, hey," I whisper, pulling her up and holding her cheeks. I smile at her and say, "I'll be ok. I can deal with this shit for a year. If Jason wants to play this game I'll let him. I want to make sure you're ok though. I can change my mind if you're scared for yourself." Robin furiously shakes her head and says, "You can't tell it's me. No one will work that part out. I'm just worried about you." I smile at her and kiss her on the forehead. "I'll be ok Rob. How about tonight I take you home and we have a slumber party before I pick Dustin up tomorrow?" I ask her. She smiles at me, nodding her head and says, "Sounds good, how long till we close?" I look over to the clock and say, "2 hours." She laughs and walks to the bathroom. "I'll meet you and Steve out there in a second," Robin says, disappearing into the bathroom. I nod, even though she can't see me, and move back out the front to finish the rest of the shift with two of my favourite people.

Couple Hours Later

"What happened earlier with you and Jason earlier?" Steve asks me as he comes into the back room. I look up from the paperwork I was doing and say, "Nothing you need to worry about." I look back to the work, not focussing on it anymore, and Steve moves to sit down next to me. "I'm worried about you Y/n. i know Jason, I was him at one point, and you never liked him when I saw you all around each other. What was he talking about with the photo?" He moves his hand over mine, trying to get me to stop looking over at the work. "Look it's nothing you can do anything about. He was threatening me to show everyone the photo unless I dated him but I will not do that," I whisper, looking over at him. He looks concerned at me and asks, "What is the photo of?" I shake my head and say, "That's something for another time. I'm not ready to tell you just yet."

Before Steve can say anything back we hear a rapid dinging of the bell out front. "Hey dingus, your children are here!" Robin yells back to us. Steve sighs and rolls his eyes before walking over to the window and opening it. "Again? Seriously?" Steve asks, knowing what the kids what him to do. He had made the mistake of letting the kids use the back to get into the movie theatre for free. Now every once in a while the kids come back and ask, or more like tell, Steve that they want to use the back room. He'd told them no more but they could get him in trouble if he doesn't.

The kids all look at him slightly annoyed and Mike rings the bell again. "God, just get them through that door already!" I yell at him, annoyed by the ringing of the bell. Steve rolls his eyes and motions for the kids to come into the back and follow him. They all run to the back door and Steve opens the back door to the secret area of the mall. "Come on, Come on," I hear Steve say to them. "I swear, if anybody hears about this..." I hear Steve yell at the kids as I assume they make down the hall to the movies. "We're dead!" I hear them all yell back. I stand up from my seat and look at Steve standing in his mum pose. I laugh at him causing him to look over at me questioningly. "What?" He asks, sighing and closing the door to the bad. "You look so much like a mum right now," I tell him as I continue to laugh at the image in my head. "Whatever," he whispers as he moves back to the front of the store, me laughing as I follow behind him.

While we serve people at the front the lights throughout the mall go out. Stiffen a little bit and grab onto Steve's arm, scared something is gonna come to get us. "That's weird," Steve whispers, grabbing onto my hand and moving us over to the light switch. "Everything's ok honey," Steve whispers to me as he tries to flick the light switch. He continues to flick the switch and looks over to Robin as she walks over to us. "That isn't gonna work dingus," She tells him, having had enough of his shit for a day. "Oh really?" Steve sarcastically asks her, starting to flick the switch a lot quicker than before. "God you're an idiot," I whisper, walking over to Robin and holding her arm instead. The lights start to come back on and Steve smiles sweetly at me. "Let there be light," Steve says, looking right at Robin, before moving back to get the ice cream for the kid.

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