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marvelavengerspovs1 · 2 months

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Feel Better

Pairing: Bucky x F!reader

Warnings: No warnings, just fluff!

Length: 674

Summary: Bucky takes care of you while you’re sick.

A/N: I am currently sick so I decided to write a cute little post to make me feel better (and so I can procrastinate on my calc homework)

I do not give consent for my work to be translated, copied, or sold!

You felt fine a day ago. Maybe your throat was a little scratchy and you sneezed maybe once or twice but you felt completely fine. But Bucky knew better.

The scratchy throat soon turned into a sore throat and the sneeze turned into a coughing fit and a low fever.

“Bucky, I’m fine!” You push your boyfriend’s hand away from your shoulder and try to get out of bed.

“Doll, you need to rest.” You give up and let Bucky gently tuck you into bed.

“Bucky, It’s probably just allergies.”

“Doll, you’re burning up and all you want is soup. It’s not allergies.” You sigh and watch as he goes into the bathroom.

You hear him turn on the bathtub and fill it with warm water and some Epsom salt. He goes into your side of the dresser and gets out a clean pair of black sweatpants, a pair of underwear, and his red henley that you stole.

“Really, Doll?” Bucky turns to you with a smirk.

“It’s a comfy shirt and it smells like you.” You shrug.

Bucky lets out a laugh and brings the clothes into the bathroom. He grabs one of your favorite candles and lights it before turning off the bathroom lights. He goes to your side of the bed and sits next to you, gently stroking the side of your face.

“Come on, Doll. This will make you feel better, and I’ll make you a nice bowl of canned soup and some ginger tea.” You laugh at his comment about soup but start coughing.

“Bucky, just go stay with Steve. I don’t want to get you sick!” Bucky looks at you before kissing your lips.

“Well, I just kissed you so now I guess I’m sick.” You gasp before weakly punching his arm.

Bucky’s face scrunches and he holds his arm. “OW! What the fuck Doll?”

“Why did you do that, I’m sick! I don’t want to take care of your whiny ass!”

Bucky smiles down at you and kisses you again. “Doll, I’m a super soldier. You don’t need to worry about me.”

You look up at him before grabbing his hand. “I’m sorry for punching your arm.”

Bucky kisses the tip of your nose before getting up and carrying you bridal style to the bathroom. “It’s ok, Doll. Now let’s get you in the bath.”

Bucky gently puts you on your feet and helps you undress. He peppers kisses all over your body, saying how sorry he is that you’re sick. He gently takes your hand and helps you get into the tub, making sure that you’re comfortable.

“Ok, Doll. I’m going to make your tea and soup, I’ll be back with a glass of water.”

You grab his hand before he can leave and kiss his knuckles. “Thank you, baby.”

He kisses your forehead with a smile. “Anything for you.” And Bucky leaves the bathroom, leaving the door open in case you needed him.

You relax into the bathtub and close your eyes. You could feel your muscles relax as you let yourself be. However, the chills start to come and soon you’re shivering. You decide to sit in the bath for a few minutes before getting out to get dressed, you wanted to get all of the “sick” off of you.

Bucky comes in with a glass of ice cold water. “Doll, you’re shivering!”

He quickly puts the water on the counter before rushing to you. He helps you get out of the tub and gently dries you before helping you in your clothes.

“Can you get me some medicine?” You ask, your teeth chattering.

“I already put it on your bedside table with your soup and tea.” Bucky quickly picks you up to tuck you into bed.

“You don’t have to do all this Buck, I can handle getting into bed myself.” You tell him as he runs to get the water he left in the bathroom.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m doing what I want to do and that’s taking care of you.”

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nochukoo97 · 9 months

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boyfriend drabbles (pt.26)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: the one where you surprise jungkook on his birthday

word count: 1.2k+

taglist!: @imlyfie @jksgirlhere

boyfriend drabbles masterlist!

You carefully sneak out of Jungkook’s hold, making sure to tiptoe your way out of the room as Bam follows you behind.

It was Jungkook’s birthday and you had secretly stayed up late last night to bake him a cake, as well as bring out the gifts you had bought that were hidden in the store room.

You delicately placed the small cake onto a plate, sticking a candle in and lighting it as you lift it, walking back towards the bedroom.

Jungkook was still snoring away in bed, his hair ruffled and lips pouting unconsciously. Placing the cake on the bedside table, you make your way to wake your boyfriend up.

“Baby, wake up,” You pat his shoulders as Jungkook groans, arms stretching out as he smiles with his eyes closed.

He reaches out his hands blindly to find your face, before pulling you down to kiss him.

“Happy birthday Kook,” You giggle between the pecks he places all over your face.

“Thank you Jagi,” He chuckles, eyes slowly opening to meet yours as he brushes a hair away from your face, mumbling, “Pretty girl,”

“Okay, sit up! I have a surprise,” You attempt to pull him up by his arms, as Jungkook follows your orders.

You bring out the cake on your bedside table, as Jungkook’s face lights up at the surprise.

“Baby, did you make this yourself?” He looks at the cake decorated with frosting and sprinkles, amazed by the frosting being piped so intricately around the cake.

“Yeah, did it last night when you fell asleep,” You giggle as you watch your boyfriend’s jaw drop, his eyes not leaving the cake as he quite literally analyses the cake.

“You’re insane, it looks like a professional made it, baby,” He wows further, complimenting your newly learnt skill, you learnt how to pipe the frosting through watching a youtube video.

You’re bashful at his compliments, as he smiles at you again, leaning in to peck your lips once more, “It’s been less than ten minutes since I woke up and I’ve already gotten the best birthday surprise ever” He fondly ruffles your hair, making you giggle as you gesture towards the lit candle.

“Okay, now make a wish and blow out your candles,” He closes his eyes, takes a longer time than one should take to say out his wish, then opens them again to blow out the flame, the room turning slightly darker than before now.

“Geez, you took so long to make a wish,” You tease him, as he only looks at you with an amused smile.

“Want to know my wish? It was about you,” He muses, the smile on his face making your heart beat even faster.

“No! You can’t tell me your wish or it won’t come true Kook,” You shove your hand to cover his mouth as he almost begins to blurt the entire thing out.

Jungkook only laughs behind your hand as he darts his tongue out to touch your palm, making you squeal and retract your hand, sending your boyfriend a warning glare.

“Wait here,” You instruct Jungkook, who’s pouting at the current situation at hand.

“Can’t believe you’re kicking me out of the house on my birthday,” He grumbles, taking a seat on the bench placed outside of your apartment door.

“Can’t let you see my surprise Kook, give me like twenty minutes, I promise you’ll love it,” You giggle, ruffling his hair as he sulks.

“Bye~” You teasingly send him a wave with a huge grin as you shut the door, Jungkook looks up from his phone to smile and roll his eyes playfully at you, chuckling at your antics.

You take longer than 20 minutes though, Jungkook can hear you from behind the door, clanking and cluttering cutlery and dishes, as he smiles to himself.

From inside, you set up candles, a bouquet of flowers in a vase, and fancy plates and wine glasses on the table. The lights in the dining room are dimmed, only the many candles on the table lighting up the room.

On the plates you intricately plated the pasta, with another bowl of soup on each side. You quickly snap a picture of the table as you let out a satisfied hum.

You instruct Bam to sit patiently next to the table, he has a bowtie wrapped around his collar, the dog sitting obediently, as if he was just as prepared for this surprise.

Jungkook whips his head up when he hears the door to the apartment open again, this time he can only spot your head popping out of the small gap.

“Okay, you can come in now,” You tell him, as he quickly stands up, excited to see what you have prepared.

However, he’s only to be met with the door slammed in his face once again, as he stands there dumbfounded, only hearing you tell him that you’ve forgotten one last thing.

You open the door again after a minute, this time Jungkook can hear soft music playing in the background, as you sheepishly smile at him, “Sorry, I forgot to turn on the music,”

He laughs at that, as you open the door fully to reveal the fancy surprise that you’ve prepared. Jungkook gapes at how intricate every detail was, from the flowers placed in the vase, to the pasta plated delicately on the plates, the wine bottle situated on the table wrapped with a ribbon.

And Jungkook can’t help but laugh as he spots his dog, sitting next to the table all dressed up, tail thumping against the floor as he obediently sits.

“Bam! What are you doing there,” The dog can’t help but run up to Jungkook, pouncing on him as he barks back.

“Hey, you were suppose to stay there and be our waiter,” You laugh with Jungkook, petting the dogs head as you lead your boyfriend to sit.

“Lady’s first,” He dramatically drags out the dining table chair, bowing at you as you giggle, taking a seat.

“Oh wait, we are missing one thing,” He quickly fumbles into the bedroom, grabbing something.

You frown slightly, what on earth could you be missing now? You’re quite sure everything has been set out.

When Jungkook emerges with his light projector, you can only groan.

“What! It adds a nice touch to our dinner!” He raises his hands in defense, smiling at your exasperated state.

“Fine, only because it’s your birthday,” You smile fondly as you watch him turn on the projector, the small lights filling up the walls of the room.

“Thank you Jagi,” He pecks your lips, before sitting across from you at the table.

“This is so fucking good,” Jungkook groans as he shoved another mouthload of pasta into his mouth, “How are you so good at this?”

“It’s quite simple, doesn’t require a lot of skill,” You explain, and it was true, you had simply looked up a recipe online and followed the steps.

“No, baby this is like, another level I swear-“ He lets out an obscene moan, as he chews on more of the pasta.

You only laugh at him, smacking his hand gently as he continues to devour the food.

“You’re acting like I’m some masterchef Kook, it’s just pasta,” You giggle at him, his plate empty already.

“Something about your cooking just, shit-“ He dramatically sinks into his chair, making you chuckle even more.

“You’re something else, you know?” You use your foot to nudge at his leg, making him smile back at you.

“Love you so much,” He sits up, taking your hand to kiss the back of it.

You smile back at him, “Love you too, happy birthday Kook,”

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titancanvas · 5 months

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You barely get a chance to greet your boyfriend when he walks through the door, takes exactly four strides and collapses face down on the bed. Peering carefully over the rim of your book you survey his current position, noticing the long and heavy puffs of his chest as it rises and falls.

"Yuuji?"

"Mhm..." come his muffled reply.

You gingerly set the book down on the bedside table before shuffling closer on your knees, a tender hand carding through his light hair and some relief flooding your chest when you feel him relaxing beneath your touch, even going as far to push his head into your touch.

"Long day?"

"Mhm."

You narrowly supress a soft chuckle at his current state before giving his hair a small ruffle. "Get undressed so we can go to bed."

Five minutes and one power shower later Yuuji eagerly slips under the covers, welcoming the warmth of your body and making himself comfortable as he settles in for the night. One muscular arm winds around your waist to tuck you into the side of his body, a curve carved just for you where your figure slotted perfectly, shadows melting together on the sheets.

"You feel like home," he mumbles, press one sleepy kiss after another along the slant of your shoulder. It's clear how tired he is judging by his messy his lips are but it makes it all the more endearing. "Love coming home to you."

By the time he reaches the swell of your cheek you're quick to turn your face away, burying it into the pillow and effectively dodging his goodnight kiss.

Yuuji's entire expression falls and he looks awake as ever the moment realization settles into the grooves of his brain.

Did you just...?

"Does my breath stink? I brushed my teeth..." he mutters and you have to purse your lips together to stop yourself from smiling when you realize that a whine had slipped into his words, sounding much like a puppy who just got scolded.

You feel him shuffling behind you, sitting a little more upright as he leans over and tries to give you a kiss again. You only burrow yourself further under the covers.

If you were to turn around now you should've surely been met with the sight of watery eyes and wobbling lips. You can practically feel the disappointment oozing off Yuuji as he lays behind you, fiddling with the edge of the sheets. He pouts, running scenario after scenario through his mind to try and figure out why you're dodging his kisses tonight.

He took a shower, brushed his teeth. Was it the stubble that was finally growing on his face bothering you? Maybe his lips weren't soft enough — but he had stolen one of your tubs of lip balm the other day because he loved the taste of it so surely it couldn't be that.

It's only when he inhales deeply that sounds far too close to a sniffle that you think you've resisted him enough and finally turn around to face him.

You place your hands on his chest, feeling the erratic pitter patter of his heart beneath your palm. "I'm just teasing you, Yu," you murmur, watching as the confusion and mild panic finally subside on his face, slowly ebbing away as it's replaced with relief. "How could I possibly go to bed without a goodnight kiss from you?"

Your words are enough to spur him on and without an ounce of hesitation Yuuji's on top of you, both hands on either sides of your head as he swoops down to kiss you — deeply and unafraid, his lips move across yours with warm familiarity, savoring the way your lips tug into a little smile the longer he kisses you.

When he pulls away his eyes are a little glazed over with sleep but he still manages to mumble, "You'd tell me if my breath stinks, right? Or if I need to exfoliate my lips or something? Or when I need to shave more —"

"Yuuji."

"Huh?"

"Let's go to bed, baby."

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neymarsangel · 1 year

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Tissues - Neymar Jr x reader

Neymar Jr x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No: Heyyyy ❤️ can I request if u have time of course an imagine with neymar where the reader is sick and neymar wants to take care of her but she doesn't because she afraid she gonna get him sick . However neymar takes care of her but gets sick too so they're both sick sitting all day at home watching movies cuddling etc.💕💕

Warnings: Fluff, swearing

Word Count: 1.8K

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Arguably one of the worst things anyone could wake up to was a sore throat and a pounding headache. You noticed everyone around you was slowly starting to fall ill, especially with the weather turning as cold as it was in Paris but you’d hoped you’d been lucky enough to avoid the sickness, clearly you were wrong. You woke up without Neymar by your side, he normally woke up earlier and had a quick session at the gym before you woke up, that way he got to spend more of the day with you rather than running off to work out when the pair of you were midway through something.

Groaning you reached over to pick up your glass of water which was currently sitting on your bedside table. A shiver shot down your spine as the liquid stabbed your throat. Setting it aside you threw yourself down onto the covers, your hands covering your face as the morning sun hurt your eyes. Everything was silent until the front door clicked open.

“y/n?” Neymar called your name. “Are you up yet?” He asked as he pushed the door to your shared bedroom open, his hopeful expression dying when he saw the look on your face. “What’s wrong?” He hurried over to you but you ushered him away.

“I’m ill so don’t get too close, otherwise you’ll end up with it and Kylian will kill me.”

“You think I care for what he has to say?” The Brazilian gave you a look as he moved to the window, opening it ever so slightly enough to give the room some airflow but not enough to make you worse than you already were. He placed his hand on your forehead, a sympathetic look on his face when he noticed how hot you were. “Oh, baby…” Pulling back he grabbed your glass before speaking. “I’ll be back, don’t move.”

“You think I can move?”

“Even when facing death you still have a way with words.” He mocked before heading to your kitchen. He grabbed some light snacks that he knew wouldn’t make you feel even worse than you did, a soothing tea, more water and plenty of medication.

Briskly, walking into the room with a light smile, placed everything down on the bedside table for you. “You need to sit up.” He leaned over and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up gently so you could rest against the headboard.

“Ney please don’t -”

“Don’t what?” His brows furrowed. “Look after my girlfriend when she’s ill? You do the same for me when I’m ill or injured…”

“That’s differnt…”

“How is it?”

“I don’t have to play football weekly in front of millions.”

“Well if I get sick they can survive without me.” He grabbed the medication from the side before facing you again. “This will help with the headache and any pain.” He handed you the pill and water, watching as you tensed your body up at the shooting pain in your throat as you swallowed the liquid. “And this…” He handed you a spray bottle. “Will numb the throat pain, I can grab more things if you need them.”

“Thank you but I’ll live, it’s just a shitty cold.”

“They’re the worst though.” He gave you a light smile. “Make sure you keep drinking, I read that the more water you drink, the quicker the virus leaves your body.”

“I’ll try.” Giving him a faint smile you watched as he picked up the tv remote before handing it to you. He climbed onto the bed, laying on top of the duvet.

“What are you doing?”

“Watching TV with you?”

“But I’m ill.”

“I worked that one out a while ago.” He teased.

“Please Ney, you’ll get ill…”

“And? Won’t be that bad.”

You had no strength to argue with him, as much as you wanted to tell him that he needed to leave you to die alone in the bedroom you knew he’d never get up and just go so you accepted your fate and he accepted his.

The pair of you spent the day watching shitty movies and talking about the weirdest topics anyone could think of. It was the side you wished the world saw more of when it came to him. He was beyond kind and always looked out for others, even if it didn’t benefit him. Deep down he was one of the kindest people you’d ever met but it was a shame the world never saw him like that.

That night he came into your bedroom holding two bowls, both filled to the brim with soup. “I made it myself.” He smiled like a child on Christmas. “Not sure how good it’ll be but I did try.” You reached your hand out to cup his jaw, moving your thumb along his beard with a smile.

“Thank you.”

He leant over again, kissing your forehead lightly as he set the tray on the bed, making sure he didn’t spill anything. “Anything for you love.” He handed you a bowl but stopped you before you could even think to take a sip. “Take this, it’ll kick in when you sleep, hopefully then you’ll make it through the night without any disturbances. That’ll make you better faster.” He handed you the pill before tilting your chin up so you could swallow the rest with water. “Good girl.” He winked, earning himself an eye roll from you as he set the water aside. He grabbed his own bowl, this time crawling under the covers of your bed.

“Ney you’re going to get sick.”

“How many times have I told you that I don’t care?”

“Well, I do.”

“I know and for that I am thankful but when we sleep together and share a house together it is rather hard not to catch one another’s illnesses.”

“It can be avoided if you just left me in here…”

“And let your rotten corpse make the house smell? No thanks, I’d rather die with you.”

A small jolt of laughter fell from your lings, nearly taking your breath away with how sore you really were from the illness. “Thank you.” You looked up at him, inching closer to him.

“You never need to thank me.” The two of you spent the evening waffling about anything you could think to talk about, in parts you almost forgot you were ill and then the pain in your throat stabbed you slightly just as a reminder to yourself that you were in fact ill and no amount of laughter would change that.

“Ney?”

“Hmm?”

“What does the kitchen look like after you’ve been cooking in it?”

“Want me to be honest?” He asked as he started to eat.

“Obviously.”

“Looks like a bomb just went off.”

“Brilliant…”

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“Okay so fuck, marry, kill but… it’s only the guys in the team.” You smiled up at him as you spoke, and the two of you decided to spark up a fuck, marry or kill debate whilst watching an episode of modern family. “Kyillan, Messi or Marqunihos…”

“Fuck… um…” He thought long and hard about his answer, anyone would think he was taking an exam to decide his future. “Okay… marry Messi… fuck Marqunihos… and kill Kyllian.”

“Killing off Kyllian with no mercy.” You laughed at the man who was now quickly rethinking his answers. “You know you can’t change your answer when you’ve said it.” You spoke, noticing the change in expression.

“I know, I know… just thinking about what Kyllian would say if he heard me say that.”

“If it makes you feel better there’s definitely been moments where he’s thought that about you before.”

He shook his head, a laugh falling from his lips. “You know what I think you might be right…. On more than one occasion I’m willing to bet.” As his laughter subsided, he turned his head away, coughing into his shoulder before facing you again.

“You okay?”

“Me? Yeah… I’m fine, just got something stuck in my throat.” He flashed you a smile, a sign he was definitely lying when it came to things like this.

“I think you’re lying…”

“Calling your boyfriend a liar huh?” He mocked before placing another kiss on your head. Neymar glanced at his phone, quickly noticing the time. “We better get some rest, you need the rest. With little rest you won’t recover fast.” His hand snaked under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. He lowered himself down, kissing your lips lightly, almost scared that if he added force he’d hurt you. He wished he could have longed the kiss out, wanting nothing more than to have you all to himself for that night but he couldn’t and the truth was he could feel himself start to show symptoms of your illness.

“I love you.”

“I love you too… thank you for all of this.”

“I don’t know why you thank me.” He pulled the duvet over the two of you, sinking into the pillows like they were clouds. “In sickness and in health remember?”

“We aren’t married.”

“Yet.” You didn’t need the light on to know he flashed you a grin.

His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you onto his chest. His hand traced your face and lightly made its way to your hair, knowing the feeling immediately relaxed you.

“Ney…”

“Don’t you dare say that I’m going to get ill because I don’t care.”

Giggling into his chest you nodded against his skin. “Fine… you win.”

“I always do love.” He planted one last kiss on your forehead as the two of you quickly drifted off to sleep, both relaxed in one another arms, now finally not caring if one was sick.

The next morning you awoke to the sounds of horrific coughing, it honestly sounded like your boyfriend had managed to choke himself in his sleep.

“Ney?”

“Hmm?” He called from the bathroom, suddenly emerging in the doorway his eyes were bloodshot and pools of sweat started to form on his forehead. “Oh, baby…” You gave him a sorry look as you took in his wrecked state.

“You know…” He plodded back to bed. “You may have had a point about not getting to close when you’re sick, I feel like shit.”

“I did tell you -”

“I know, I know!” He landed on the bed, rolling on his back so he could rest his head on your chest. “I say we just make the most of it and cuddle all day.” He looked up with hopeful eyes.

“Well, I can take care of you.”

“You gonna rival my soup?” A smirk played on his lips.

“Rival it? Your soup is going to taste like dishwater compared to mine.”

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jarofstyles · 9 months

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sooo what do you think level up!harry and y/n are up to rn? i miss them sosososo much, 'level up' might be my fav fic of yours!

Hmmmm 👀👀

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Currently, Y/N is a giggly, drunk mess. Harry was tipsy, but nowhere near as gone as Y/N. Stumbling into their apartment, Y/N gasped as she tried to look around, but it was far too dark.

"H-Harry? I think.. Think I'm losing my sight." She hiccuped. "Can't see. Should I call a Doc?" The words were slurred as she kicked her heels off, letting her purse drop to the floor.

With a chuckle, Harry adjusted his glasses and flipped the lights on, making Y/N gasp.

"Nevermind! It's back. I can see. Probably just malfun... Malfuntion." The incorrect pronouncation had him shaking his head, leaning down to pick her bag up off of the ground. Hanging it on the hook along with his jacket, he watched as she padded into the kitchen, making lots of noise as she looked for a cup.

"Malfunction, sweetheart." He corrected, greeted with a confused look on her face as she whipped around. His flannel shirt was around her shoulder, claiming she had been too 'chilly' at the bar for her bustier style top and dark wash denim to do the job. He'd handed it over, leaving him in his baby blue tee shirt. "Never mind. What do you need?"

While he was definitely a bit tipsy, Y/N was smashed. A rare sight he had only seen a few times so far, but entertaining nonetheless. She was excited and giggly and super clumsy which had stressed him out a bit, but other than that he was happy to see her let loose. The next semester would start soon and she needed the off time.

"Water. Banana. Uh..." she blinked a few times. "Oh! Chocolate chips. Please. Can I have some?" her fingers tangled in his shirt, giving him a pouty look that wasn't necessary but very appreciative. "I'll give you a blowie. Can't reach the pink cup."

"While I appreciate the offer, you aren't doing anything of the sort until tomorrow when you're sober." His large hands held her flushed cheeks, kissing the middle of her forehead tenderly. "You're so silly, baby. Sit down and I'll bring it to you."

Y/N preened, nodding as she climbed on to the stools they had at their breakfast bar- their dining table was cluttered with some of Harry's work- kicking her feet to some beat Harry was sure she was heating in her head as she waited.

His own clumsiness kicked in, accidentally knocking over one of the plastic cups they kept on the bottom. A yelp escaped him before he realized what it was, giggling to himself for the stupid scare. Righting it, he grabbed the pink cup from the top- much more carefully, he would add- and brought out the filtered water pitcher to pour her a cold glass.

Next he pulled out the large back of semi-sweet chocolate chips, pouring some into a small bowl meant for condiments, placing it back in the cabinet before finally grabbing her banana. He knew that she would need it to sober up and it would be a better scenario for her tomorrow.

"Here." he rounded the bar, sitting on the stool next to her with his own water. "Eat your snack then we're brushing teeth. Put some painkiller in my pocket to have at the bedside when you wake up." He smoothed her hair out of her face and lip gloss before she took a sip. "You're drunk."

"No. I'm Y/N. Or your Loooooveeee." She sang, wiggling her brows. "S'what you called me in front of everyone. you said, 'careful, my love.' and 'easy with the shots, my love.'. So nice. Sexy." She sighed, leaning into him slightly before popping some chocolate into her mouth. "Gonna marry you. Hope you know that. Get prepared."

"Trust me, It'll be the best day of my life." He smiled, steading her on the stool as she turned to him.

"Better than when we saw the baby penguins at the zoo?"

"Even better.

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beababoobies · 4 months

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Helloooo you asked for some Sally face requests and I have one 🤭

Can you write Larry x fem! Reader who struggles w anxiety like hurt comfort kinda thing 💗💗💗💗🫶 THANK UU

Hiya! Absolutely, I’d love to do that for you lovely! Enjoy :) and thank you for the request!

Calm Me Down, Work Me Up.

Larry Johnson X anxious fem!Reader,

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You had been having the absolute worst day. Whether it was panicking about your math test with Ms.Packerton and convincing yourself you had flunked it, or the fact that you had gotten too nauseous looking at the mystery meat for lunch and been unable to eat, you had practically come to your breaking point.

Sitting in your boyfriends room, huddled up on the corner of his bed while he paints pretty strokes on a canvas, closing your eyes and trying to focus your attention on not falling victim to the current bout of over exhaustion and overstimulation that your brain was falling into, knees hugged tight to your chest as you took deep breaths.

You loved Larry dearly, you really, really did, but the way too loud hard metal music was tipping you over the edge. Normally, you’d bring your headphones or even be in the mood to head bang with him, but the time being? Before you could stop it, you started crying. Full on tears and sobs, falling harder into sobbing when you realized how embarrassingly loud you were crying when Lar turned off his music and came to sit next to you on his bed, looking at you with those confused brown puppy dog eyes.

“hey hey hey, baby, what’s wrong?” He cooed softly, watching you try to take a breath between the sniffles and sobs to actually explain yourself, wiping your cheeks on the back of your hand, watching the black of your eyeliner and mascara wipe off on your skin, sniffling and swallowing thickly as you finally got yourself to speak, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath, feeling him out his hand on your back softly, rubbing circles into your skin.

“I - I don’t know! I just, im so scared about my math test, and and, I don’t know, maybe my blood sugar is just too low right now? I don’t - I’ve been nauseous most of the day because of that stupid fucking mystery lunch meat, I just - I can’t.” You whine out, stopping to sob and whine a couple times, looking up at you with panda-black eyes from rubbing your makeup out all over your face.

“oh, babe, I’m sorry I didn’t notice. Do you want some water? Do you want to cry about it more? Or would you just like me to stop asking you questions when you don’t know what will help and I’ll just do my best?” He asks with a small smile, thick eyebrows pinched and droopy eyes looking into your face for answers, and you just offer up a weak nod, watching him get up to go get what you can only assume is a glass of water and some tissues, so you take the time to let out a few last dry sobs before he walks back into the room.

”here you are my love” he coos softly, handing you a glass of water and watching you bring it up to your shaky lips, taking small sips of it and swallowing softly, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead before taking the empty glass of water from your shaking hands, putting it back on the bedside table before gently placing you to face towards him, gently wiping off the remaining smudged makeup from around your eyes, whatever you hadn’t cried off.

“t-Thank you.” You hiccup out quietly, looking down at your hands, before being wrapped in a warm hug by your beloved boyfriend as he places gentle kisses to your hair, reassuring you as you start to come back to your senses and your own emotions, silently cradled in your boyfriends arms.

hope you enjoyed strawberry!! I love your user it’s super cute! <3 sorry it was a little short!

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planetharrie · 1 year

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The Thunderstorm

This is available to read on my Wattpad @PlanetHarrie

In which a storm hits in the middle of the night, and Harry looks after his little family.. ⚡️🏚️🛌

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"Darling, come away from the window," Harry's tired voice cooed over the sound of rain pelting down on the glass of the window in their bedroom, "you'll work yourself up. Come cuddle with me." He patted her empty spot on the mattress.

Lucille reluctantly backed away from the windowsill where she was chewing at her nails nervously and sank down onto the mattress. Harry's arm looped around her waist and he gently pulled her into him and spooned her body. She sighed and nuzzled into her husband's warmth, tucking her knees into her chest.

Her anxious demeanour changed slightly and she scoffed, rubbing her eyes hard, "God, I'm sorry; I'm acting like I'm eight-years-old again." She looked over her shoulder and caught Harry's soft eyes in the darkness.

"You don't need to be sorry, Luce. ." His finger tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear as he whispered. Lucille smiled shyly in return and lulled her head back onto her pillow. "We can stick something on the T.V for a bit; could be a nice distraction?"

The thought of watching a movie in bed to distract her fears of the current thunderstorm outside seemed to ease Lucille slightly, rolling onto her back and cupping Harry's chin with a genuine smile.

"Yes please, baby." She cooed, gently stroking her thumb along his cheek. As the two lovers leant in for a quick kiss, a loud rumble of thunder struck outside the window and Lucille quickly covered her ears. "Bastard weather . ." She hissed and cautiously drew her cupped hands from the sides of her face.

"I should probably check on the girls, see if they're okay . ." Harry whispered, sitting up and swinging his legs of the side of the bed. His bare back curved and protruded his muscles as he bent down and slid on a pair of pyjama bottoms over his boxers. "I'll be right back, love." He smiled back at his wife who sadly waved from her spot under the duvet.

Harry's feet shuffled along the carpeted landing as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. He reached his youngest daughter's door and he slowly lowered the handle and opened the door ajar. Dottie's bed was situated right next to the door and it was empty; her quilt and blankets were thrown back in a heap half-hanging off the side of the single mattress. Harry frowned, his eyes filled with concern and a slight wave of dread barrelled over him.

Without closing the door, he carefully swung open Opal's door, hoping Dottie had crawled into her big sister's bed during the storm. His wish came true and the frown on his face eased as he saw two rather large lumps under Opal's quilt that resembled two heads. A small glow of light under the sheet outlined their little faces as silhouettes. They were whispering to each other when Harry entered but quickly drew quiet.

Harry couldn't help but smile a little as he turned on the Disney Princess lamp on Opal's bedside table. The room emitted into a warm glow and Harry crouched down to the bed's level and softly spoke.

"Girls?" He whispered, carefully lifting up the duvet to reveal his two daughters. "Is this a secret meeting I'm not invited to?" He teased gently as he stroked both of their hair. The tops of their heads where matted with hair from rubbing against the material of the quilt and their pyjamas were all twisted and rolled up their arms from sleeping.

"No, Daddy. W-We weren't playing or anything, I promise!" Opal blabbered, kicking one of her bedtime books out of Harry's view. "Dottie got scared so I was brave and looked after her. . ."

Harry's gaze wondered over to little Dottie who sat cross legged with damp cheeks and a rosy nose.

"Well that's okay! That's very good of you, Opie. But you can always come to mine and Mummy's room if anything scares you in the night, okay?" His thumb caressed Dottie's damp cheek and she slightly leant into his touch.

She sniffled, "But I didn't want to walk in the dark to your room." Her voice was scratchy and she coughed after speaking.

"You can always call us and we'll be straight in to comfort you; both of you, alright?" The two sisters nodded and Harry pulled them in for a cuddle, his large hands rubbing both their backs soothingly.

"Hey, listen—" He started as the three broke from their hug, "Mummy was feeling a bit scared of the rain too so how 'bout we all cuddle up in our big bed, hm?" Harry whispered tentatively as he fixed Opal's twisted pyjamas.

"The rain made my tummy hurt a little. . ." Opal admitted, her small hand rubbing across her belly as she tucked her face into Harry's shoulder. Even through her own anxiety of the thunderstorm, she still managed to cheer up and comfort her scared sister. ". . 'twas noisy, Dad."

"I know, baby. But I'm here now and it's all going to be okay." He rubbed her back in slow circles, "we're safe in the house, no big noises or rain in here."

Harry took both of their hands and stood up from his kneeled position, "Come on, let's go see Mummy."

The door to Harry and Lucille's squeaked as Harry's foot nudged it open. The room was darkly lit-up with a fast-changing glow of the T.V on the wall, which revealed a half-asleep Lucille under the blue light. The program was on mute but the pictures still flickered and Harry quickly turned it off.

Harry gave the girls a slight nudge each as they climbed up onto the bed and both snuggled under the quilt next to their Mum. Harry's weight made the mattress dip slightly and Lucille stirred.

"Oh—hello my babies." She cooed with a sleepy voice, rolling over to face her little family.

"We came to cuddle you, Mum!" Dottie whispered with her slight lisp, sitting up a little. Lucille chuckled and brushed her hair back before booping her little nose.

"C'mon, let's get some sleep. ." Harry whispered as he tucked his three girls under the duvet before sinking down into his pillow.

The family were like little pigs in blankets, lined up in the king-sized bed. Just as the four began drifting unconscious, a howl of wind battered against the window causing a whimper from Dottie and she wormed herself under the duvet to cover her ears. Harry gently shushed her and stroked her arm with his thumb back and forth until it fell limp with sleep.

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luvmorales · 10 months

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babysitting

pairing ⊹˚. 1610!miles morales x fem!reader

summary → you invite miles to help you babysit your little brother

contains ☾₊ ⊹ fluff, kissing

a/n: (b/n) - brother’s name

“bye baby, i put some money on the kitchen counter so you can order some food for you and your brother okay?” your mom yells out while rushing out the door for a late night shift at the hospital.

“oookay” you reply as she's already out the door, your little brother is currently taking a nap in his room so you have some time to yourself. you grab your tv remote from your bedside table, putting on a scary movie to watch. about an hour into the movie, you start to feel your eye slowly shut close.

suddenly feeling a tap on your shoulder, you get up quickly finally realizing it was only your brother, “god, you scared me (b/n), are you okay?” you ask him. “i hungry” as he rubs his stomach.

“okay bubs, do you want me to order some pizza?” he nods yes, while you get up to dial the pizza place.

you and your brother are waiting for the pizza to arrive so you decide to call miles to come over since you were kind of bored watching your brother alone, your mom didn’t care if miles came over while she wasn’t home because she’s known him and his family since they moved into your apartment complex.

“milessss, are you busy right now? you speak into your phone, “nah what’s up” he replies.

“do you wanna come over, im watching (b/n) right now and i’m boooored… also my mom isn’t home right now, you said mumbling the last part

“yeah i’m on my way ma”, “okay okay” you reply blushing.

waiting for miles to arrive the pizza finally gets here, you get out a plate for your brother as he was getting hungrier by the second. You start to cut his slice of pizza into tiny pieces so it would be easier for him to eat.

as you hand him the plate you hear a knock on the door, you open it to reveal your best friend, miles.

miles has a big smile plastered on his face when he sees your little brother through the door frame, he pushes pass you to walk over to your little brother who was now playing with his food rather than eating it.

“my mannnne” miles says as he picks up your brother and swings him around

you shut the door and walk over to miles who put down your brother, “wow so your more excited to see him than MEE?”

“i guess so” he shrugs his shoulders with a sly smirk creeping on his face seeing your annoyed expression

“fine” you walk away, but you suddenly feel miles tackling you on the couch. “miles!- get off of me!” you laugh out as he continues to tickle you.

miles still on top of you, both of your breaths finally slowing down letting out breathy laughs adverting your attention to your little brother when you hear giggles coming from him as he looks as you guys on the couch

noticing how close you and miles were, you pushed him off you lightly as you got up and walked over to the counter “do you want any pizza?”

“nah i’m good, thanks” him still being on the couch. “do you want me to put him to sleep?” he got up and picked up your brother and wiped his face “yes pleaseee” you smile as he walked to (b/n)’s bedroom to get him ready to sleep.

when he walked back into the living room when he saw you already getting comfortable as you put on a movie, “come sit with me” you say patting the seat next to you.

after a while you feel yourself getting more tired but didn’t want miles to leave yet, you scooch closer to miles, dropping your head on his shoulder. “are you tired y/n?” he asks

“no no-” he sees right through your lies letting out a laugh, “it’s okay, you can sleep- but do you want me to stay?” he says with a nervous expression

“if you want,” you say shrugging your shoulders while staring into his eyes, taking glances at his lips.

miles notices this and starts to lean in, you close your eyes and feel a pair of soft lips touch yours, and he starts to move his hands up to hold your face.

you both finally pull away and start to blush, he rubs the back of his neck blurting out “ireallylikeyou(y/n)andihopeyoulikemebacktoo”

“woah, miles calm down i like you too- i have for a long time, but I was just scared that you didn’t feel the same way.”

“oh,” he lets out a breathy laugh as you cuddle next to him, causing his arms to wrap around your waist pulling you closer to his body, as you both fall asleep in each other's arms.

when your mom gets home she sees the two of you she grabs a blanket and drapes it over both of you, smiling as she walks to her bedroom.

#miles morales x you #miles morales prowler #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x fem!reader #atsv #spiderman atsv #across the spiderverse #prowler miles #prowler x reader

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samantha-rae-velcher · 11 months

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Look At Me

Schlatt x Fem reader

Requested by: None

Warnings: Smut, degrading, Praising, Dom!Schlatt, swearing, Fluff and Ted at the end.

A/n: 18+ NSFW if you don't like the warnings please don't read!!! Please keep my comment section aggression free!

Tag: @goldenstarofthunderclan ❤️❤️❤️

Love you so much, bestie

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Y/n, Schlatt, Ted, and Charlie rented at a hotel in New York for a couple of days, so they had a place to stay while they hung out with Tommy and a few other people.

Charlie and Ted shared a room and next door was Y/n and Schlatt.

Y/n was sitting in the swivel chair and Schlatt was on the bed, his back against the headboard and one leg on the mattress, the other was over the side. He watched as Y/n was pecking away at her phone doing the important shit she had been meaning to get done, but always had distractions.

"This is fuckin boring." Schlatt grumbled. "I wanna go do something."

Y/n didn't even look up from her phone. "Then go do something. You don't have to be bored."

"Not without you, I don't wanna run off and leave you here by yourself. What if you get done with whatever it is your doing and I'm still out and you wanna go somewhere?"

Y/n shrugged. "Well, then I'll either text you or go hang out with Ted."

Ted and her have been best friends for a long time, whenever Schlatt was out doing shit with other people and Y/n was at home doing nothing, Ted would either call, ask her to make a video with him, or if he was in the area, he would randomly show up at the best time and they'd hang out and play videogames and Livestream on insta or twitch.....which would, more often than not, make Schlatt jealous.

"Jesus! Ted Ted, why is it always Ted? That guy is gonna rot your brain. Why don't you hang with Swagger or Charlie or fuckin Carson?"

Y/n chuckled, still not looking up from her phone.

"Why? You jealous? Because, I could make you just as jealous with Swags than I can with Teddy boy."

He just simply huffed. Time passed and silence covered the room, all for Schlatt tapping his knuckles on the bedside table.

"Christ, like that isn't distracting." Y/n mumbled.

He banged his fist against the hard surface, making her look up at him with a very annoyed expression.

"Finally, she looks at me."

Y/n shook her head, her gaze dropping back down to her phone. Schlatt huffed again, sliding his hand down his thigh. A mischievous smirk spread across his face, as he slowly began palming his cock through his pants.

"Y/n." He whispered.

"Babe, I'm really trying to get this done. I have a deadline and that deadline is in two days! My schedule is stacked and this is the only time I can get this done, so can you plea-"

Her eyes dropped to his hard member that was pressing against the front of his pants.

"No, uh uh....Im not playing your games." She scolded.

Keeping his eyes locked on her, Schlatt pulled his cock from it's confines and began slowly stroking it, catching how she swallow at the mere sight of his length.

"I think she likes what she sees." He groaned.

"Don't you normally like what you own?"

"I don't know, she's currently trying to ignore me."

Y/n bit her lip and leaned back in her chair, watching as beads of precum formed at the tip of his cock, his thumb swiped over further lubricating his length.

She chuckled and looked back down at her phone, Y/n was no longer invested in what she had been doing, she just wanted to annoy him.

"Look at me."

She refused.

"Y/n." His voice was stern, she knew better than not to listen. "Look. At. Me."

Slowly her gaze locked on him. Schlatt put his hand out, motioning for her to give him the phone. Y/n stood making her way over to him, she handed it and dropped her panties to the floor, so now she was only in her big oversized black T-shirt that said Moonknight on it (I actually have that shirt).

"Come here, baby girl." He whispered, pulling her down onto his cock.

Y/n gasped at his size, gripping his shoulders as his hands made their way to her hips. Schlatt started grinding her against his cock, he may have allowed her to be on top, but Y/n knew she was in no way in control.

"There you go, pretty girl. Let daddy have control."

Schlatt's mouth watered at how her body moved against his, how her mouth was slightly open and quiet moans slipped from deep within. He ran his hand under her shirt and up her stomach, squeezing her breast and smirking when she arched her back into his touch.

"Yeah, you like that don't you? God, you're such a pretty little slut."

Schlatt gripped her neck, pulling her down into a heated kiss. He began thrusting up into her and moved his hand from her hip, to her clit. He rubbed tight circles against her bundle of nerves, making her whimper into the kiss.

"I know, that's a lot of stimulation isn't? Maybe a little too much?" He halted all movement. "I should probably stop."

"No, please." She buried her face in his neck, her hands holding his biceps. "Please, don't stop. I need you."

"I thought you weren't gonna play my games." The sarcasm in his voice was just plain evil. "You still don't wanna play?"

"I-I do. Please, just don't stop."

"Go ahead. "

"What?" She almost whined, sitting back and looking at him confused.

"Go ahead, if you want it so bad." Schlatt leaned in close, their lips almost touching. "Fuck yourself in daddy's cock."

Their eyes were locked, his breathing hitch as she started moving again. Schlatt didn't wanna say it, but he was close. Just the sight of her was enough to make him cum, but he wanted her to give in first.

Y/n's demeanor suddenly changed, she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against his. He could feel she was about to cum, Schlatt grunted at the feeling of her clench around him.

"That's it, cum for me." He coaxed, rubbing her thighs.

Y/n dropped her head to his shoulder, muffling her cry. The heat of her release and Schlatt gripping her leg and the back of her neck as gave in, coating her walls with the thick ropes of his cum.

Y/n shuddered, out of breath and whimpering.

"Shh shh shh." He cooed. "It's okay, you did so well. That was fuckin beautiful."

There was a sudden knock on the wall and Ted's voice came from the other side.

"You do realize out beds are right up against the wall right? So if you guys just decide to do that again, please do it when I'm not in the hotel."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

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syrma-sensei · 2 years

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Are requests open?? If so can I ask the moon boys x reader, when the reader is eating but their hair is not tied-up and it keep getting in their food. And the moon boys help them tie it up.

I was think of Steven do braid on the reader hair

Yes, requests are open currently, darling.

Oooooow, this is super cute, silly, and FLUFFY 😭 Yes, of course, I'mma do it for sure!

pairing: Moon Boys x fem!reader.

rating: fluff, fluff, flufffffffffff.

warning: none.

I'd like to thank my bestie, @wysteria-clad, for always being here for me ❤️😭

Steven:

You two are having lunch together. Steven has returned from work to find you already preparing the meal for both of you. You're an excellent cook, and he loves your cooking so much. And since you got together, your cooking became more creative as Steven is vegan and you want to make him happy by your small efforts.

“And Donna was rinsed when I—” Steven frowns his brows a little when he catches you struggling a bit. “You alright, love?”

You sucked your teeth, “It's nothing, baby, it's just my stupid hair won't quit sticking to my mouth,”

“Hey, don't call it stupid, I love your hair,” Steven's voice is so soft, the smile on his face is so gentle, and the look in his eyes is so childish, pure. You swoon.

“Okay, then it's not stupid.” You chuckle.

Steven's smile goes wider before he gets up and washes his hands, “Wait, Steven, you didn't finish your—”

“Be right back, dove,” He kisses the crown of your head and loiters down to the bedside table, he grabs something from the drawers and heads back to you.

You gaze at him with furrowed eyes as he stands behind your chair. “Steven?”

“Since your lovely hair is giving you a trouble, gonna braid it for you, yeah?”

You blink, “Oh,”

Steven grins and split your hair into three locks, his deft hands never pulling on your scalp. You know he's doing a good job.

“Never knew you could do that, babe.” You say when he's finished, “Where did you learn that?”

“Heh,” He blushes a bit as he sits at the dinning table again, scratching the back of his head nervously, “School girls.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Shit, that sounds creepy,” His eyes flit away from you down to the table, “Y'know we have a lot of students visiting the museum, like a lot, yeah?”

You nod, taking sick pleasure of his cute and desperate attempt to correct himself.

“Some of them are young, little ladies, their braids would go loose during their trips, and they'd cry, and you know I can't stand watching a little child crying without me doing anything. So, I'd offer them doing their hair. Some of them are frequent visitors and now call me Uncle Stevie.”

You snore at the last bit a tad.

“What?” Steven gawks dumbly at you.

“Nothing,” You smile, pushing your chair backwards while holding your dish up to put it in the sink.

Steven eyes you gingerly as you stroll down to him, “But expect to do my hair every morning before work,” You kiss his cheek softly before whispering in his ear, making him shiver, “Uncle Stevie,”

Marc:

Marc and you are having a Netflix and chill night. Popcorn, coke, ice cream, and unhealthy snacks are on the coffee table despite Marc's protest against your choice of junk food. You chuckle at his cute sulking. You're wearing one of his hoodies that reaches to your mid-thighs, no bra, with just a pair of thin panties underneath, and your hair sets loose on your shoulders and back. On the other hand, Marc is only wearing a pair of dark boxers, his silver Magen David —that he never takes off— is resting around his neck.

It's all about being comfy, nuzzly, and touchy with Marc. Fuzziness may be out of place with him, but you know better.

Once settled on the couch, with the bowl of popcorn on his lap, and you cuddled up into his chest with a fluffy blanket around the both of you, Marc chooses for tonight. It's his turn... finally. After you took over his turn for five times in a raw, you had mercy on him and let him choose something other than rom-com for tonight. Not that he complains tho, but he's now memorised You've Got Mail, Notting Hill, and many more, scene by scene, because of you. Somehow that freaks him out.

Marc sets on John Wick series, and you're okay with that. You love both Keanu, and this franchise although you're not ready to watch the dog's death scene again.

First half hour passes by, and you almost finish the popcorn bowl. Your untied hair begins to annoy you every time you want to eat something, your hands are dirty, and can't slide your bangs behind your ears properly with the back of your hands. Marc notices your shuffling and pauses the movie.

“What's wrong babe?” He asks you while holding you near his chest.

“Oh, it's nothing, babyboy, just my hair can't stop getting in my mouth,”

Marc looks at you for a moment before slipping off the blanket and off the couch.

“Just a sec,”

You watch your boyfriend going to the bathroom to wash his hands. He comes back with tiny hair clips in his hands.

You smile sweetly at him as he sits back next to you, “Hold still, (Y/N),”

He squints his eyes a bit, his rough hands are ever so tender as he tries to glide the clips on your temples. You grin mischievously and moan in fake pain. “Ouch,”

Marc stills on the spot, his hands freeze, “God, did I hurt you, babe?” You can trace the worry within his voice.

You bite your lower lip in an attempt to refrain from giggling, but it escapes nonetheless.

“You little...” Marc groans at first, then he chuckles at your childish attitude. He grabs your face and smooches your cheeks with kisses.

“Ow, Markie who thought you'd be such a softie,” Jake says in his head.

“Aren't they cute, tho,” Steven remarks, sighing in delight.

“Think she made him watch too many movies.” Jake answers, shaking his head while grinning, “The idiot's completely smitten.”

Jake:

After sulking about the matter, Jake decided to accompany you to the festival that you nagged him about non-stop. It's more like a street bazaar held by people for cultural exchange. You were enthralled by the event when it was first announced, and you insisted on your boyfriend to go with you.

“You can consider it a date or something,” You said, trying to convince him to escort you, and luckily he said yes.

You've always been interested in different cultures and customs, and this is a perfect opportunity to experience something new.

With your hand linked to your boyfriend's elbow, you two wander around the food booths and clothings stalls. Jake listens to your excited ramblings about the information you pleasurably searched for before coming here.

Jake's smile doesn't leave his face as he watches you gasp and gape in delight as you move from booth to booth, shrieking and exclaiming in astonishment, as you practically drag him behind you.

His smile turns into a mischievous one tho, when you bump into a lingerie booth, that sells strange-looking night gowns. He wriggles his eyes at you when you two pass by, making you burst out laughing.

A bag after bag dangles from Jake's gloved hands, as you buy more stuff and presents. Jake's wallet was screaming empty, but he doesn't care as long as it makes you happy and satisfied. You do buy a piece of lingerie for him too, the one his eyes lingered on, you knew he was imagining you in that piece of clothes and you intend to quench his fantasy.

Your stomachs growls, and you drag him to the food stalls at last. You two settle on Syrian shawarma.

You two sit on a wooden bench, surrounded by your shopping bags, savouring your Middle Eastern meal. Jake picks up on your struggle with your hair as you eat.

“Be right back, hermosa,”

Jake leaves you for few minutes and returns with an adorable headband in his hand he just bought from one of the many many stalls.

You smile adoringly at him as he puts the end on your temples right in front of your ears. He slides the headbands slowly and sets the bow on the crown of your head.

Jake gives you a look then snores.

“What?!” You say.

Jake continues to laugh, “You look funny, señorita,”

Rolling your eyes, you slide your phone from your pocket and look at yourself in the front camera. You giggle at your hair as it looks like you've been electrified by a city current.

“I look cute tho,” You say, grinning childishly at your boyfriend.

Jake kisses your forehead and whispers, “You certainly do, sweetheart,”

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enid-rhees · 11 months

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hi its me again 😭 can you do an enid x reader where they have to baby sit judith or hershel jr (or both), and it’s just pure chaos and fluff and the end? ty and i love ur writing so much 🫶🏽🫶🏽

hello hello 🫶🏻🫶🏻 i hope you enjoy this !! tysm again for ur kind words all the time 🫶🏻🫶🏻

warnings: none! just the kids being kids :)

A/N: hope you all enjoy !! reqs are currently open and i currently have around 2 more in my inbox so look out for those :))

the walkie that sat on your bedside table started to buzz, making you furrow your eyebrows. it almost never went off.

“Y/N i stole this thing from Maggie you better pick up.” Enid’s static voice rang through. you laughed, leaning over to grab it and turning it on. “Enid? what the hell are you doing?”

she sighed through the walkie, “i don’t think i can come over anymore. Maggie asked me to watch Hershel for the day. unless you want me to bring him there as well but he’s going to be lou-“

“Rick asked me to watch Judith as well! come over with Hershel, it’ll be like a playdate!” you looked over at Judith who was sitting on your bed next to you, playing with the hair of a Barbie doll.

Enid laughed, “you’re joking. two toddlers and us? your house is going to be demolished.” you shook your head, even though she couldn’t see you. “we know how to take care of them, though! nothing bad should happen…”

“you don’t sound confident.”

“i’m so confident. now come over, i miss you.” you said to her, turning off the walkie completely so she couldn’t reply. you picked up Judith from your bed and held her against your side as you opened your bedroom door, making your way downstairs. you set her on the couch and handed her a toy while you waited for Enid.

a few minutes later, the doorknob started to turn and Enid finally walked in. she was leaning down slightly as Hershel was holding onto her hand. your heart warmed at the sight.

“hey, pretty.” you smiled, walking over to her. she wrapped her arms over your neck, “hey,” she smiled back. you both leaned in, lips meeting in the middle. “i missed you.” you whispered against her lips.

“you saw me last night,” she teased, a giggle escaping her lips. “but i can never get enough of you. need you here at all times.”

“one day.” she mumbled, pressing one more kiss to your lips.

the two of you turned around when you heard a fake gag. you looked over at Judith, who was pouting at you two. “Judith, who taught you how to do that?” you asked with another laugh.

“Carl.” she responded. “i saw him do it and Mom and Dad. and you.” you gaped at Judith as Enid put her hands over her mouth, trying to muffle her laughs.

you reached your hand onto her head of blonde curls, ruffling it. she whined, pushing your hand off her head.

“okay, kids. listen up,” you started, sitting on the coffee table in front of Judith and Hershel Jr. Enid sat down next to you.

“me and Enid are in charge of taking care of you for a little bit while your parents are out to find food and supplies for us. and they’re depending on us to keep you safe here, okay? we need you guys to be on your best behavior. got it?”

both of them nodded. “good. now, what would you guys like to do? we’re the fun ones, so we can do whatever you guys want as long as it’s safe.”

“color.” Judith spoke. “you wanna color?” you asked, making sure she wouldn’t change her mind last second. she nodded again. “what about you, Hershel? you wanna color with her? or read any of Carl’s comics? what would you like to do?”

he picked up the coloring book that sat underneath the coffee table, putting it in front of him to show you. “okay. you both wanna color. that’s good. i’ll be right back with everything you need.” Enid stayed with them as you went into Judith’s bedroom to find all of her coloring supplies.

you took everything you could find and brought them back to the living room, placing them in front of them on the table.

both of them immediately started to color on the pages of the coloring book, entering their own little worlds. you moved to sit on the recliner across from them, and Enid came over, sitting across your lap.

“see? i told you that we could do this. they’re already occupied.” you told Enid, running your hands through her hair. “we got lucky. you should’ve seen Hershel before we came here. purposely talking loud and all. acting like a maniac, running around the house. i don’t know what changed when we walked in here.”

“Judith gets like that too. i think they do it when they’re only with one other person.”

Enid leaned back, resting her head on your chest. you laid your hands across her thighs, drawing shapes around them. “wanna stay tonight?” you asked, pressing a kiss to her hair. “yeah, that sounds great.” she lifted her head to smile up at you, briefly connecting your lips.

“Y/N?” Judith asked. you pulled away from Enid, looking over at her. “what’s up, Judith?”

she pouted, “i’m hungry.” then Hershel looked up at you two, “me too!” he exclaimed.

you and Enid stood up. “okay. we’ll cook you guys up something. anything in particular?” you asked them. they both shook their heads. you guys made your way to the kitchen, looking through the fridge and all the pantries.

“we have stuff for grilled cheese.” Enid told you. “good. lets do that,” you grabbed the cheese from the fridge as she got the butter and bread.

as you started to stove, she began buttering the bread. “do you think you might get used to something like this?” she suddenly asked you.

“like what? taking care of kids?” you questioned. she nodded, “yeah… but like our own kid. not someone else’s. ours.”

you stared blankly at the stove, trying to think of what to say. “i-i’ve thought of it. but Enid… it’s not… possible. i’d love to have one with you, really. but… right now it’s just not possible.”

“i know,” she said quickly. “i just… wanted to know your stance on it. y’know, for the future.” you smiled softly, pulling her into your side. you leaned down and pressed a kiss to her head. “one day, okay?” she smiled back and nodded. “one day,” she repeated.

you both of the grilled cheeses on the stove, silently waiting for them to cook on each side.

once they were done, Enid grabbed two paper plates from the cabinet and placed each one on them while you grabbed water bottles for them from the fridge.

when you walked back into the living room, Hershel and Judith turned to look you. the plates and water almost fell out of your hands when you noticed they both had colored markers all over their arms, legs and face.

“oh my god.” Enid mumbled. the two of you rushed to set everything down before running to them. “we left for five fucking minutes. why would you guys do this?!” you asked, grabbing Judith’s face to see how much was truly on her. Enid did the same to Hershel.

Judith shrugged, a giggle leaving her lips. you sighed, running a hand down your face. “they’re gonna be back soon.” Enid said. “we need to get this off of them. now.”

you ran to the kitchen, soaking two rags in water. once you got back, you handed one to Enid and you both started to try your hardest to get all of the stains off.

you let out a sigh of relief when you realized that the marker was coming off easily, and it didn’t take long for you to completely clean Judith off. Enid finished only a few minutes after you.

after you rung out the rags and threw them somewhere, you sat in front of the kids again.

“okay, listen up…. again. if any of your parents find out about this, we’re all in trouble. not just you two or us, but all of us. do you promise not to say a word to any of them?”

“yes,” they said at the same time. you held out your pinky to Judith, “pinky promise?” you asked. she giggled, linking her finger with yours. “good.”

you turned around, bringing over their plates of food. “now eat up. we have some water for you too.” you told them, putting both of the mini bottles in front of them.

the two of you resumed your previous position in the recliner. you started to doze off until the front door opened, and Rick, Michonne, Carl and Maggie came through.

“hey guys.” you said tiredly. “hey. everything okay here?” Rick asked. you nodded. “yeah, everything’s great. they’re just eating lunch now. they colored for a while.”

“oh, good. thank you for taking care of Judith, Y/N. i appreciate it.” you smiled. “it’s no problem. me and Judith are bff’s.” you said, and Judith giggled again.

“thanks for watching him, Enid.” you heard Maggie say to her. “of course,” she responded.

after a few minutes, you two managed to sneak off and go back upstairs now that they were back. you got into your bed and under the covers, holding Enid close to you.

“so,” you mumbled. “still think you want kids in the future?” you asked with a chuckle.

Enid lightly hit your shoulder, “shut up!” she whined, shutting up your laughs with a kiss.

#enid twd #enid rhee #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd

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phantom-playdough · 1 year

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MK x GN!Reader: Journal

NO IDEA IF THIS IS IN CHARACTER FOR MK BUT WE ROLLIN' WITH IT BABY!!!!!!!!!!!

MK had just gotten back to his apartment from yet another hard day of training. Monkey King has really been pushing him hard lately, but don't worry! They can take it, right? Right? Apparently not. At least... not right now.

So, when MK flopped onto their bed face first, he was surprised to look over and see a book of some sort on his bedside table. They picked it up and looked around, as if anyone was there to watch him. But they didn't know if maybe this was planted there by a demon.

He opened the book to the first page, only to see two words written in his best friend's signature handwriting.

'Y/n's Journal'

MK was confused as to why their best friend left behind their journal. But he chalked it up to Y/n being a little space-y and ending up leaving it behind from the last time they visited MK.

But regardless of how the journal ended up on MK's bedside table, it was here. And it also was giving MK an impossibly hard choice. Put it aside to give back to Y/n or read it and then put it aside...

We all know what choice MK made.

They turned to the most recent entry, eager to see what their best friend was journaling about.

'March 15th, XXXX Currently sitting in MK's room. He had to go on into the city super quickly to beat a demon, but he said he'll be back soon. I kinda wish I could fight like them. They are so strong, and he has really been doing well with training if he is able to beat some of these demons! I know I have written enough mushy stuff about Xiaotian in this journal, but I can't help it!!! He is just THAT cool!!!!! They are too good for me, too. They told me to not come after them into the city because he didn't want me to get hurt. I won't lie, a small part of me is hurt that I would be such a liability, but he is so precious that is impossible for me to be that mad at him. I love that goofball...'

MK was sat in shock and quickly skimmed through a couple previous entries, and then reread the latest entry to double-check that their eyes were actually correct in what they were seeing. Needless to say, they were. MK could feel his heart hammer in his chest as he struggled to take all this in. What was one to think when their best friend said they loved them.

MK carefully shut the book and put it back on his bedside table. He pulled out his phone and texted Y/n's number. He just said, 'Hey, wanna come over? Long day.'

Sure enough, Y/n responded almost immediately. 'Already on my way. Just picking up some snacks and stuff.' MK felt their heart swell at the fact that Y/n was already headed their way and was getting some food for him.

'Y/n is too good for me.' He thought fondly.

When Y/n made it to MK's apartment, MK all but teleported to his door to let them in. "Hey!"

"Sup, MK?"

"Uh, heh, not much."

It did unnerve Y/n that MK didn't say, 'the ceiling' like they normally did. But he did say it was a long day of training. Y/n walked past MK and went over to the kitchen area to pull out the snacks they bought for the pair.

But while they were pulling out some (favorite flavor of chips), MK snuck up behind them and wrapped his arms around their waist, resting his head in the crook of Y/n's neck. Y/n froze to the spot and... so did MK.

"What are you doing?" Y/n asked with a small laugh in their voice.

"Uh... I actually don't know. I saw this in a movie." MK responded awkwardly.

Y/n laughed loudly, making MK's heart jump a little at the sweet sound.

"Well, wanna sit down and watch a movie?" MK mumbled a yes, but they didn't let Y/n go.

"Uh, MK?"

"Yeah?"

"Ya gotta let me go, silly."

MK thought for a moment, before picking Y/n up.

"MK! What has gotten into you?" Y/n squirmed around violently despite their adorable laugh.

"Nothing! I just didn't wanna let go." MK said defensively. He plopped Y/n down on his bed. MK began setting up the TV for a movie, selecting some rom-com movie that neither of them had seen.

While the two were watching the movie, MK couldn't help but feel distracted by the journal Y/n unknowingly left behind. The journal that was sitting only a few centimeters away from the two of them.

MK made a bold move at that moment. Given the fact the two of them were sitting right next to each other, they scooted a little closer to Y/n, laying his head on their shoulder. Y/n didn't question it at that moment and instead laid their head atop of MK's.

The pair just sat in a comforting silence. Eventually though, MK put the silence to an end and spoke up. "So, umm... you left your journal here."

Beat

"Is that why you've been acting so affectionately with me?" Y/n said curiously. They didn't even seem MAD. More just surprised.

"...Maybe?" MK responded awkwardly.

Y/n laughed again and wrapped an arm around MK's shoulder. "You're such a dork, Xiaotian."

MK smiled, looking at Y/n's sweet face. "Yeah, but I can be your handsome little dork, ya know?" They said cockily.

Y/n looked at MK, from their eyes to their lips. MK got the hint pretty quickly and leaned forward, but not all the way. They gave Y/n just enough room to back away should they decide to. But they didn't. If anything, they leaned in the rest of the way, kissing MK as though they'd disappear.

The two of them kissed each other, growing more and more desperate as the make-out session progressed. MK ended up pushing Y/n down onto his bed. Eventually though, they both broke apart, panting for air.

"You're too good for me, Xiaotian."

He laughed at that statement. MK laid their weight onto Y/n, listening to their rapid heartbeat. "So are you, though."

#lmk x y/n #lmk mk #qi xiaotian #lmk mk x reader #lmk xiaotian #lmk xiaotian x reader #mk lmk #idk if this is even IN character #help me #monkie kid #monkie kid x reader #monkie kid xiaotian

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 2 years

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That Time | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! I am currently struggling through my monthly nightmare and had a rough time of it yesterday. Never have any of my past boyfriends ever been nice or considerate about it, so I wrote this to compensate lol.

As always, send any comments, requests, and/or suggestions you may have! 🥰

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @shadytalementality @everything-burns-down @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @emetophilily @breakablebarnes

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Bucky’s heart rate quickened as he walked into your bedroom and saw you curled up in the fetal position on the bed, eyes closed and brow furrowed. “Woah, woah, hey,” he murmured, taking quick steps toward you and leaning over your tense body. “Are you okay, baby?” Your eyes opened and found Bucky’s stormy blue ones staring down at you, swimming in a pool of worry.

“Having a uterus is a fucking scam”, you muttered. Bucky’s head cocked to the side absentmindedly, and you saw confusion color his face. “I’m on my period, Buck.” A knowing look crossed his face and a bit-but not all- of the concern melted away. “Ohhhh, right. I’m sorry, sweets.” You shrugged, acting as though it didn’t feel like your insides were being relentlessly poked with hot pitchforks. “It’s fine- nothing I’m not used to”, you murmured, closing your eyes once again.

“Well is there anything I can do for you?” he asked, stroking your leg lightly. Asking Bucky for help wasnt something you liked to do; his life was hectic enough as it was and he’d gotten back from a long, tiring mission just two days ago. The last thing you wanted to do was make him wait on you hand and foot while you complained. But when your cramps had hit you earlier that afternoon, you’d been so incapacitated that you’d been unable to grab your heating pad or any form of pain relievers.

“Um, could you just grab me some ibuprofen? And my heating pad- it’s in the closet, second shelf to your left”. He nodded and stood up, pressing a kiss to your cheek before securing the items you’d asked for. He plugged in your heating pad, turned it on, and handed it to you before giving you two ibuprofen your water bottle, waiting for you to finish so he could place the bottle back on your bedside table. “Thanks, Buck,” you murmured, staring up at him in adoration. “I’ll be fine. You don’t have to sit here with me”.

He rolled his eyes at you with a loving smile and stayed right where he was, not moving from his position. “Did you eat when you got home?” he asked. You shook your head, remembering that you’d been in way too much pain to even think about food when you got home from work. Bucky sighed; he hated that, even though you took amazing care of him, you never did the same for yourself. “What are you in the mood for, doll? I’ll make you anything you want…and if I can’t make it, I’ll order it” he said with a chuckle.

You were quiet for a moment, mulling over your favorites in search of something that sounded good. “Ohhhh, I could really go for chicken biryani from that place downtown- Clay Pit” you stated, before adding- “extra naan”. He nodded, grabbing his phone and making a call to the restaurant to get you what you craved. After ordering your biryani, extra naan, and some saag for himself, he crawled onto his side of the bed. “Alright, food’s gonna be about half an hour,” he stated, “anything you wanna watch? Or would you prefer it quiet?”

A smile tugged upward at the corners of your lips and you slowly rolled over toward Bucky, letting out a quiet groan as you did so. “Um, I’m kind of in the mood to watch this one movie…but it’s 100% a chick flick” you murmured. He laughed and reached for the Apple TV remote, waiting for you to tell him the title. “It’s called John Tucker Must Die”. He cocked an eyebrow at you before typing in the name and pressing play.

The opening credits rolled and you leaned into a Bucky’s side, letting him weave his strong, metal arm around you. The familiar movie always brought you comfort, reminding you of sleepovers with your high school best friends-but nothing, you realized, had ever brought you as much comfort as Bucky.

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xutokawa · 3 years

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ooooo the s/o finding scratch marks is sooo good:0 more pleaassseeee🤲🏻🤲🏻 maybe like samu and iwa too? but anyones fine really<33

pairings: osamu x reader, iwazumi x reader

genre(s): fluff to angst, cheating

warnings: langauge, cheating, allusions to smut

wc: 3k

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a/n: hehehehehe yes!! thank you so much for requesting this. I got a little carried away and i really like how they turned out! hope you enjoy!

atsumu and oikawa ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

suna and bokuto ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Osamu

You sighed happily as you settled into your seat, getting ready for take off. Going home to Osamu after a two week business trip was the only thing on your mind, wanting nothing more than to run back home and into your boyfriend’s arms. Two more hours, and you would be in his warm embrace once again.

Little did you know while you fantasized about returning home to your first love, he was indulging in another, lowly moaning out their name, pushing the thought of you to the back of his head.

It wasn’t until you ran into Osamu’s arms at the airport did he start to feel the guilt creeping up from his infidelity. He knew it was wrong, to try and physically replace you for the time being. Osamu just missed your touch, seeking comfort any way he could. Seeing your burning smile, he decided he would never tell you. You were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and telling you of what happened would ensure that you would never be his again.

Once the two of you arrived back at your shared apartment, you immediately plopped down on your bed, exhausted from traveling. Osamu chuckled as he came behind you, laying down next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“How was your trip, baby?” Osamu mumbled into your hair.

“It was okay, I just mostly missed you the whole time,” you replied, snuggling into his chest. A pang of guilt hit Osamu once again. You had missed him as much as he missed you, yet all you could think about was waiting until you got home to him while he had given into his urges.

Seeing Osamu visibly troubled, you asked him, “I think the real question is if you’re alright, Samu.”

Startled, he quickly came up with a cover up, “Yeah, just tired from running the shop, same ‘ole things,” he sighed out.

Giggling, you got up, pushing Osamu to roll onto his stomach, straddling his lower back.

Chuckling along with you, Osamu asked, “What are you doing, babe?”

“Giving you a massage, duh? My poor boyfriend has been working so hard while I was gone. It’s only right to give him a massage as the best girlfriend in the world,” you joked, rubbing his shoulders.

“You don’t have to give me a massage to be the best girlfriend in the world, you’re already the best without trying,” Osamu chuckled into the mattress.

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “Stop complaining, Samu. Let me have an excuse to touch your muscles.” You started moving your hands lower on his back, lightly rubbing as you went down. Worried filled your features as Osamu let out a small hiss as your hands moved lower.

“What’s wrong, does it hurt there?” You asked, beginning to lift up his shirt. Panic flashed through Osamu as he realized his escapade must’ve left scratch marks on his back, quickly flipping you two around.

“It’s nothing, babe. C’mon, let’s go start preparing dinner,” Osamu nervously let out, hoping you would go along with his lie. He knew he hadn’t fooled you.

“Lift up your shirt, Samu, let me see,” worry evident on your face. You thought he had maybe gotten hurt at work, wanting to see the damage.

“Y/n, stop, it’s fine,” Osamu stated, his tone turning more pleading. You grew more and more suspicious. Why was he getting so defensive?

“Osamu, take your shirt off,” You said, standing up, crossing your arms. Osamu gulped, knowing you were getting serious using his full name.

“It’s fine, really, let’s just go get dinner, we can worry about my back later,” Osamu tried to divert your attention, hoping his final attempt would work. You didn’t buy it.

“I’m starting to think you’re hiding something from me, Samu,” you shot back, wondering what had him so adamant to not show you, “take your shirt off right now or I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight,” you threatened, hoping it would make him give in.

“I'll show you after dinner babe, let’s go,” Osamu said, standing up, walking to the door. Sighing, you gave in, following him out. Halfway to the kitchen, however, you grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up.

Your heart dropped at the sight.

No wonder this bastard didn’t want to show you.

Startled, Osamu whirled around, eyes wide as if he were a deer caught in headlights. Words began tumbling from his mouth.

“Wait, y/n, I know how it looks, but let me explain, please,” Osamu reached out to you, hurt flashing across his face when you flinched away from him.

“Don’t touch me, you cheating bastard,” You seethed out, eyes burning with a mixture of hurt and hatred, “I’m gone for two weeks and you go and fuck someone else?”

“No, y/n, please! I just missed you too much, but no one could ever replace you! I love you, y/n please!” Osamu continued pleading, eyes growing glassy at the thought of you leaving him.

“Oh shut up, Osamu. You’re not the only one in this relationship. Do you not think I missed you too? I wanted to be with you every second I was gone, but I didn’t go fuck someone else while I was gone,” you yelled out, tears welling up in your eyes.

Osamu walked closer to you, reaching out to you again, “I know, y/n, I fucked up, but please, we can work this out, you’re the only one for me-”

A loud smack sounded in the room as the sting settled on Osamu’s cheek. You began walking towards him, anger seething, “I’m the only one for you, huh? Tell me, Miya, did you fuck them right here? Did you fuck them on our bed?” An indescribable pain seared through Osamu at the use of his last name. Not giving him a chance to reply, you continued, “Or did you fuck them on our couch, the kitchen counter perhaps? You disgusting asshole!” You spat out the last word.

Osamu opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Tears flowed freely down both of your faces, both equally hurting.

“Please, y/n, I’ll do anything to make it up to you!” Osamu began sobbing. Darkly chuckling, you replied, “Do anything for me? How about you pack your shit and get the fuck out, Miya.” Osamu’s heart clenched, knowing he thoroughly fucked up.

“I can’t lose you, y/n. You mean everything to me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, please don’t do this,” Osamu’s mind ran wild, not being able to handle you leaving him.

“Fine, if you won’t leave, I will,” you started for the bedroom, grabbing your suitcase you had yet to unpack from your trip along with your essentials. Osamu felt his world crumble around him as you brushed past him, walking towards the apartment door. He ran after you, grabbing your wrist as you were about to open the door.

Osamu’s eyes widened with shock as you whirled around, wrenching your wrist out of his hand.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me, Miya Osamu. Don’t you dare tell me you fucking love me, and don’t you dare try to tell me you wanted to spend the rest of you life with me,” you spat out, “because if you truly meant any of those things, you wouldn’t have fucked someone else while I was away, worrying if you were sleeping and eating properly, wondering if you were tired after running the shop.”

Osamu wanted the ground to swallow him whole. He crumpled as he watched the person he loved with his whole heart stare back at him with nothing but hatred in their eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered out, not able to meet your eyes. Osamu never got a reply, the only sound he was met with was the door opening and slamming shut.

Iwazumi

The shrill tone of your cell phone ringing woke you up with a jolt. Groaning, you reached over to your bedside table, patting around for the familiar object. You rolled over to see the name ‘kawa (つω`●)’ flashing on your screen.

“What do you want, Oikawa,” you groaned into the phone.

“Y/n-chan, that’s no way to say good morning,” you could hear Oikawa pout through the phone. You looked over at your alarm clock, mentally cursing the setter for waking you up at 7:00am on a weekend.

“It’s too early for this,” you joked into the phone, “what did you need me for?”

“Y/n-chan, I have something I need to tell you,” Oikawa’s tone suddenly turned serious.

“What is it? It better be worth it,” you playfully teased, not catching onto Oikawa’s tone.

“It’s about Iwa-chan. I think it’s best if I tell you in person. Can we meet for lunch?” Oikawa asked. Curiosity and worry filled your mind as soon as the setter mentioned your boyfriend’s name. He was currently out playing with volleyball with his old high school friends.

Immediately sitting up, you ask, “Is he okay? He didn’t get hurt right? Aren’t you with him right now?”

“Well- he’s hurt, but not in the way you’re thinking. It’s just- let’s meet at lunch okay?” Oikawa sighed into the phone. After agreeing on a time and place, you get up, ready to start your day. You were excited about meeting Oikawa for lunch. The two of you grew close in high school, and he was the reason you were introduced to Iwazumi. You haven’t seen him in a while, only keeping in contact through occasional texts while he was in Argentina.

Soon enough, lunch time rolled around, and you were seated at a small cafe, waiting for the setter to show up. You wondered what he had to tell you, and what he meant by Iwa being hurt.

A cheerful “y/n-chan!” broke you out of your thoughts. Looking up, you saw Oikawa’s smiling face, although his eyes held a different emotion you couldn’t decipher.

“Kawa!” You got up to embrace him, “It’s so good to see you again!”

“I knew you’d miss me too much,” Oikawa teased, causing you to lightly push his shoulder as you chuckled.

“So what’d you need to talk to me about?” you asked as the two of you sat down. Oikawa’s expression immediately turned into a troubled one.

“I just want you to know, I care a lot for you, y/n, and I don’t want you getting hurt,” Oikawa started off, worrying you as he didn’t add a chan after your name.

“Yeah, of course, we’re best friends, Kawa, I only want the best for you too,” you said in confusion.

“This is a bit personal, but when was the last time you and Iwa, y’know, did it?” Oikawa sheepishly asked. You giggled at his expression.

“Hm, maybe two weeks ago? We’ve both been pretty busy lately, why do you ask?” you tilted in your head in confusion. Oikawa cursed under his breath, muttering something before looking up to you, his eyes suddenly holding a seriousness that made you shift uncomfortably.

“Look, y/n, you know how we were playing volleyball this morning?” you nodded in response. Oikawa nervously chewed on his bottom lip before continuing. “Well, while Iwa was changing, I saw he had scratch marks on his back,” pausing as he looked for a reaction. Your mind suddenly went blank.

There had to be an explanation, right? Maybe he just got hurt somehow.

“I’m only telling you this because I’ve been suspecting Iwa for a while now,” Oikawa started, “and when I asked him if you and him had a nice time last night, it was obvious he was lying when he replied to me. There’s no way he would just reply with a laugh and say yes. Usually he would have replied telling me to shut up, calling me shitty-kawa, and it just didn’t sit right with me.”

The voices around you became a blur as you processed this information. You knew for a fact you weren’t the one who put those scratch marks on your boyfriend’s back. You couldn’t believe it. Your Iwa, the Iwa that’s been with you since your second year at Seijoh, the Iwa that gave you butterflies anytime he smiled at you, the Iwa that would blush at your teasing, who held you tight on nights when everything seemed to have gone wrong, the Iwa who was always in your happiest memories.

You hadn’t realized you were crying until Oikawa hurriedly handed you some napkins.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I would’ve never thought Iwa would cheat. We both know his personality. I’m honestly really disappointed-”

“Where is he now?” You cut off the setter, looking down at the table.

“He went to go get lunch with Makki and said he’d go home after,” Oikawa said softly, looking at you with a worried gaze. “Are you okay, y/n?”

“Y-yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it,” you gave a weak smile. Oikawa easily saw past your smile, but decided not to push any further.

“I’ll drive you home, we can grab your stuff before he comes back, and you can crash at my place for the time being,” Oikawa softly said. With no energy left for words, you silently nodded as tears continuously streamed down your face.

Oikawa wouldn’t lie to you, not about something like this. You knew that, and that’s what made it hurt more. When did he even cheat on you? Was one of his late nights at work really just an excuse to be with another lover?

You hadn’t realized you made it back to your apartment until your car door suddenly opened. Looking up, you saw Oikawa standing, offering you his hand. Feebly, you took it as you got out with shaky legs. You couldn’t help but think about all of your memories shared with Iwazumi. How he sheepishly held out his hand the same way on your first date, how the two of you walked up to your apartment after signing the rental contract.

When the two of you reached your apartment, Iwazumi was nowhere to be found. Numbly, you went to gather your essential items as Oikawa began packing a small bag of your clothes to take. After you finished packing, you took a look at your apartment. A sob escaped your mouth as you looked around, only seeing the memories of you and Iwazumi. Tickle fights on the couch, countless nights cooking together in the kitchen, the late night movie and cuddle sessions.

“C’mon y/n-chan, let’s-” Oikawa’s voice was cut off by the sound of the door opening. You whipped around to see Iwazumi standing in the doorway, face filled with confusion.

“Kawa? What are you doing here? Why are you- y/n? What’s going on?” Iwa walked closer to you. “What happened, baby? Why have you been crying?” Iwa reached out to cup your face, hurt spreading on his features as you moved away from him.

“Turn around,” you stated.

“Wh-what, why? What’s happening?” Iwazumi’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Iwazumi, turn around right now,” you stated as even more hurt and confusion spread on the spiker’s face at the use of his full name. Slowly he turned around, not understanding the situation. Your hand trembled as you reached out for the hem of his shirt, only for your heart to be shattered as soon as you lifted his shirt. Red, angry marks ran down the length of his back.

Realizing the situation, your boyfriend turned around, guilt and worry evident in his eyes.

“Y/n,” he breathed out, “wait let-”

“Shut up. Stop talking,” you calmly stated, eyes hardening. Honestly, your calmness scared Iwazumi the most.

“Baby, please, wait, don’t leave. Let’s unpack your stuff and talk this through,” Iwazumi pleaded, eyes filling with tears as they darted to glance at the bags you and Oikawa were carrying. He needed to tell you it was all a drunken mistake, that he planned on proposing to you the coming week. You were his everything, he couldn’t let you go.

“I can’t believe,” you started, voice shaking, “you were willing to throw six years of memories down the drain.” Tears falling from your eyes.

“Am I that worthless to you, Iwazumi? Are our memories not enough for you? Am I not enough?” you quietly sobbed. Iwazumi’s heart clenched at your words. How could you think that? You were his whole world, his perfect match. Every moment with you was pure bliss to him, couldn’t you tell? Could you not tell that he would be completely lost without you?

“Y/n, no! That’s not it at all! Let me explain-”

Iwa made his way towards your sobbing figure before he was stopped.

“Get out of my way, Kawa, this isn’t any of your business,” Iwa snapped, eyes still trained on you as he desperately tried to reach you.

“No, it is my business. You hurt my best friend, Iwa-chan. I can’t let you continue hurting them.” Oikawa stated firmly.

“Get out of the way before I punch your pretty face, Kawa,” Iwa seethed. He needed to get to you before you got to the door, before you walked out of his life forever.

“Stop it, Iwa! You made a choice, and now you have to live with that decision for the rest of your life!” Oikawa raised his voice, his anger seeping through his words.

Iwazumi’s eyes finally met Oikawas. The setter could see the pain and regret in his friend’s eyes clear as day, only confusing him more. He could tell you meant everything to the spiker standing in front of him, so why did he do it? Why did he betray your trust?

Still staring at Iwazumi, Oikawa called out to you, “Let’s go, y/n.” Iwazumi’s gaze flickered to you, resolve crumpling as he truly took in your appearance. You looked so broken, hurt written all over your face. He was the reason you looked like that. He was the cause of all your pain.

“Please, y/n. Don’t leave me. I can’t do this without you,” Iwazumi’s voice cracked as you looked at you with pleading eyes, tears cascading down his face.

“I can’t, Iwazumi. It hurts so much,” you sobbed, turning around and walking out of the apartment.

All the life drained out of Iwazumi as he crumpled onto the floor muttering out a string of “I’m sorry”s. Oikawa cast one more glance at his best friends figure, whispering, “What happened to you, Iwa-chan?”

That night, two of Iwazumi’s best friends walked out of his life, never coming back.

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Little Secret

pairing: step-dad!Jungkook x fem!Reader

synopsis: From a fun celebration to not getting to the bathroom on time, you pee yourself in the middle of the living room and your step-dad has to take care of you.

warnings: smut, pseudo-incest, urine, fingering in tub, dubcon

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is the disgusting fic i was talking about 🥰 not proofread, just smth i wrote in one day for fun. enjoy as long as u dont hate piss lol 😔👍

It's a night of celebration—the end of high school. It's the best celebration yet because you, after surviving hell of twelve years, are at the legal age to drink in a bar with your friends; the best night you can recall in your drunken state. Dancing, singing karaoke, giggling: pure joy.

So why are you crying while stumbling around in the living room? You sob and hiccup with a hand over your face and the other holding the couch for support. It has never been so difficult to stand straight, and you're thankful your mother's sleep is so heavy that she wouldn't wake up from your wails.

But your step-dad's sleep is as light as a cat's, and you don't hear his heavy footsteps or grumbles as he climbs down the stairs. He rubs the sleep away from his eyes and they widen the moment they lay on you. He's about to call your name until his eyes trail down to the dark patch on your jeans. He doesn't need to ask why you're crying so loudly; it's easy to tell you're under the influence, and well, it apparently makes you very emotional since you're so upset about peeing your pants.

But you're not exactly doing anything about it.

"Oh, it's okay," Jungkook coos and walks over to you to bring you into a light hug.

You snuggle your face into his loose white shirt and sniffle. "I didn't– I didn't mean to," you snivel. "I-I couldn't get to the," you inhale shakily, "b-bathroom on time."

"That's okay," he runs his fingers through your hair soothingly, equally disheveled as his. "Don't cry, sweetheart. It happens; it's not a big deal. We'll get you cleaned up."

"I-I ruined it!"

"The washing machine—"

"No," you whimper pathetically, "it's ruined. My denim—" your head rolls back along with your eyes to the back of your skull. You go limp for a few seconds, and Jungkook holds you tightly. Just as he's about to ask you if you're alright, you continue, "the denim is forever ruined!"

Stepping away from his clutches, you rub your palms against the knees of your jeans and then the damp crotch area. The crotch and knees feel different; it makes your face scrunch up in sorrow. "Never the same," you exhale in a trembling voice.

Jungkook watches you in surprise and amusement. You tend to be closed off around him, well in the past year that he's been married to your mother at least. It makes him feel guilty to like you better drunk—extroverted.

"We'll get you new jeans then," he tries to comfort, but you only shake your head.

"Feel it."

He sighs with a breathy chuckle and feels your jeans as you asked. He touches your pockets and then your crotch, practically cupping your heat. It's still warm with your urine and you pout at the look he gives you. You misinterpret it as disappointment, but it's a look of suppressing laughter. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. I'll wash it, okay? Your mother won't know."

You scoff and wipe your tears away. "Thank you. I-I'm very sorry, so sorry."

"Don't be. Let's go to your room," he slings his arm around your shoulder and walks you upstairs. You hold onto his waist and keep your gaze downcast.

Your hiccups don't cease when you face the door of your bedroom. He twists the doorknob and lets you enter first. With puckered lips and tear stains on your face, you wait for him to come after you. He does, and then turns away from you. "Hand your jeans over to me, okay? I won't look."

He hears you shuffling behind him, and you don't take long to place the tainted pants in his waiting open palm. Your feet don't stay planted on the floor and you eventually land on your bed. The bathroom is right behind you, but you can't muster the energy to sit up nor open your eyes. "My underwear," you mumble with the side of your face squished against the sheets.

At your indirect request, he cranes his neck and takes a peek at you. You're lying on your stomach and his eyes unintentionally travel to your ass. For being your step-dad, he thinks it to be okay for him to drink in this erotic sight. It isn't as if he's about to take advantage of a drunk girl, no less his step-daughter.

"You can't take them off?"

"Mm-mm," you shake your head.

He blows out a deep breath and stands before your feet. The sight of your wet panties isn't meant to be attractive, but it does get his stomach in knots. He grabs the edges of your underwear and asks you to lift your hips, which you do sluggishly. They're off within seconds and he picks up your jeans from the floor before aiming to exit. He has to get out and cleanse his mind of all his filthy thoughts from seeing your bare pussy two inches from his mouth. "Don't fall asleep before taking a shower first," he reminds with flushed cheeks and pushes the door open.

"Help me," you whine childishly before he can leave.

He sighs your name as if exhausted—reluctant.

"Please!"

As if it's not bad enough that he got a small glimpse of your pussy, now you're asking him to give you a shower while completely naked. He's trying to be respectful by keeping his focal point at bay, but your ass is still hanging out while you're on the verge of a tantrum.

"Oh God," he mutters to himself and pinches the bridge of his nose. He gives in.

After throwing your dirty clothes in the washing machine downstairs, he returns quickly so he doesn't catch you fast asleep. Thankfully you're still awake, but not so alert.

He warns you to keep your eyes open while he fills the tub in your bathroom. There's a water bottle on your bedside table, which he tells you to drink lots from until he's back. He throws in a pink bath bomb sitting on the edge of your tub so you can hopefully relax. Never has he seen someone be in such a childlike headspace after drinking.

But childlike doesn't fit the current scenario when he's lying under your naked body in his boxers in the bathtub because you seem to be a lot clingier when drunk. You don't move a lot, which is a plus, but your butt is pressed against his crotch, which doesn't make the situation any better.

"I'm sorry," you slur sleepily, "I really didn't mean to." He can pick up the strong scent of vodka lingering around you better in this position.

He tightens his arms around your shoulders with his hands clasped above your chest as he whispers, "Don't apologize, sweetheart. You won't remember this when you wake up, and I'll keep it a secret. Don't you worry about a thing."

"Why are you crying?" he asks softly when you start to sob again. It's a dry cry, and he's certain you don't know what you're doing yourself at this point.

"I can't do anything," you complain, "I'm so tired and-and I can't move."

He stays silent so you can comfortably babble on and on about nothing until you say, "Wash me. Please."

Jungkook lightly pecks your neck and eyes your tits before dipping his hands in the warm, pinkish water and scrubbing your shoulders. You sigh at his gentle touch, prompting him to switch to your knees. "My knees are not dirty," you grumble incoherently.

"Hm? You're not dirty?"

"I'm not dirty there."

"And you're dirty where?" He's teasing you, knowing exactly where you want to be cleaned, but that'd further agonize him with how little freedom his erection has under the tight restraints of his briefs. It wouldn't be appropriate of him to use you to get rid of it, but is it against the law to simply bathe you?

"Down," you vaguely murmur.

He can't see anything of your lower region from the courtesy of the blanket of colorful hue that the bath bomb transitioned to, which both annoys and relieves Jungkook. But his hand only listens to you as it trails down to your pelvis. "Here?"

You nod against his shoulder, and that's all the confirmation he needs to palm your vulva. You gasp and slightly jump before adjusting to the feeling of his hand. The adjustment proves to be futile when a small moan slips past your lips at his fingers grazing your labia.

“You want me to stop?”

“No, no,” you breathe with a shake of your head. “I want to be clean, otherwise no sleep.”

“That’s right,” he chuckles and starts running his fingers down your folds. Stopping at your clit, he starts to circle the hood to thoroughly give you the cleaning you desire so much. It isn’t with any ill intentions that he gently cups your pussy and moves it up and down while you squeak out moans without shame. After a few rubs and touches, he's confident there is no more remaints of your drunk mistake. “You’re clean now, love. Want to go to bed?”

“I’m not,” you whine loudly and hold his wrist to keep his hand in place. “I’m not clean,” you cry out and he knows you’re going to start sobbing again, which you do—except your volume might risk waking your mother.

He tries to hush you, but you don’t stop with the crocodile tears. “Baby, baby, look at me,” he pulls your face by your chin, but you escape his grip easily and continue with your tantrum. “I won’t clean you if you don’t look at me.”

With your newfound defiant attitude, it's with a few huffs and puffs that you finally face him and he silences your sniveling with a press of his lips. It's not a kiss in his defence; neither of you are moving your mouths, which he appreciates now that you've gone quiet.

Now that the risk of your mother waking is taken care of, his hand is on your hidden heat again. At this point, it's easy to tell you're not worried about being clean anymore. You aren't sleepy, though you keep your eyes closed from being in this intimate proximity with Jungkook, you're in need of a climax. It's a shame that he's in a similar state as you, but if you're drunk to the point of asking your step-dad to touch you, it wouldn't be clever of him to ask you to return the favor.

Despite his clear lack of vision, Jungkook is a human anatomy professor and he finds your clit and squeezes it between two fingers easily, not to mention he's already experienced in the sex field. Your lips part into a whine and he opens his mouth to swallow your sounds as he slowly rubs your clit.

You lean into the—now labelled as—kiss needily, and he lowers his hand to poke at your entrance with his middle finger. He stupidly peeks an eye open to see if he's located it correctly, but your subtle thrust is approval enough. He cautiously shoves it inside your tightness and uses his palm to continue pleasuring your sensitive nub, grabbing your tit with his other hand to play with your nipple.

"Oh God, hmmm," you moan against his lips and sloppily make out with him, smearing your slick saliva all over. He hums into you, unbothered by your raw affection as he thrusts his finger inside and pinches your nipple to get you to cum faster. He can't have you sobering up any time soon.

"Are you close, love?"

You murmur something in response, but it's not intelligible enough for him to understand, so he assumes you're at least getting somewhere. He quickens the pace of his thrusts, his palm against your clitoris; massages your boob more roughly and moves his mouth down to kiss your neck. As he's giving you a small love bite, your breathing turns into mere gasps with little broken moans. If he could, he would add a second finger to your pussy, but your clenching hole doesn't feel so ready when he curls his knuckle.

You clutch onto his hair, chanting, "I'm gonna pee again, I'm gonna pee again…"

"Try to hold it in, baby," he cuts in hoarsely without ceasing his movements. He does slow down when your legs start to shake and tremble, splashing the water as you do as he leaves calming pecks on your neck, collarbone, and a few on your lips. Not as a warning to lower your voice—your last moans are ones to savour—but to ride out your high. He has no idea if you did squirt in the tub, but he isn't going to take another shower to wash it down. He wants to feel it on his skin.

He can feel your pounding heartbeat under his hand as your body spasms and grinds on his erection. A moment of silence passes with your shaky inhales and exhales while he pets your hair.

When he feels you calm down, he asks, "Do you feel clean now?"

"Bed."

"Alright," he whispers and kisses your cheek. Your eyes are closed and he predicts you'll be fainting soon, so he pulls the plug with ease and waits for the water to drain before pulling you up by your pits. It's a bit of a struggle because of your slippery wet skin, as well as the water weight on you, but manages to get you out and immediately throws you on the bed. He grabs a towel hanging on the bathroom door and dries you before himself.

Jungkook considers himself an honorable man most of the time, but he can't refrain from jerking off to your naked body while you doze off. Like he said, you won't remember a thing, so it'll be his little secret as he releases on your tits with a groan. He wipes off the evidence of his unorthodox actions, pecks you and your pretty little pussy before dressing you in your pajamas.

He puts on his clothes and tucks you in before leaving your room with a quiet, "Good night, sweetheart."

All there's left to do is persuade you into doing this again while sober, because he didn't marry your wretched bitch of a mother after two months of meeting if not to have you all for himself. He doesn't mind letting you in on that one secret with time.

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