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that man has not slept for WEEKS STRAIGHT give him a BREAK PLEASE
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Freaky Friday.
Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader
Word Count: 2325.
Your moms are amazing. They’re like your best friends. You can tell them anything and you probably know more about their stuff than you’d like. Still, they are moms. And moms don’t always agree with everything that their kids do. They don’t always understand – like really understand – what’s going on in your life or the things you go through as a teen. No matter how hard they try, or how immature one of them might be – cof cof Kara Danvers cof cof -.
Somedays they don’t understand that you’d rather sleep the day away instead of waking up at 7 on a Saturday to go to the farmer’s market with them. Or that you’d rather go out with your girlfriend and cousin instead of playing board games with them on a Friday night. They just don’t understand you as much as you’d like them to.
And that gives you a crazy idea. What if people just felt what others were feeling? What if when people were fighting you could just point a little device at them, so they would all understand each other's intentions and the fight would just stop? What if you could make the world have empathy?
It takes you a while, but you don’t give up. The thought of having just a little device that could bring such a noble feeling into light, it drives you to work nonstop on it.
“Baby, I’m done for the day.” Lena walks in your lab. You’re face-buried into work you don’t even hear her. She makes her way towards you, and you only notice her when she holds your head on both sides and kisses the top of your head. “Hey, baby.” Lena says softly on your head. “Let’s go home.”
“Oh, um, can I meet you back home? I’m not done.” You say, still too focused on what’s in front of you. Lena sighs, looking tired.
“I had such a long day.” She complains, pulling up a chair next to you, and taking off her heels. “I just want to go home, my love. Can’t you finish that tomorrow?”
“Not really.” You put your protection goggles back on and use your welder on the device. “You can leave. I’ll catch up.” You yell, through the noise.
“And how exactly are you getting home, not-Superkid?” She asks with another sigh. You finish closing the shell and you look at her.
“I’ll walk. Take the bus. Have momma come pick me up.”
“Or-” She takes the device off your hands. “You ride back home with me and come back tomorrow after school to finish this.” You open your mouth to argue, but she cuts you off. “Not another option. Just the single one you have. You have to eat, sleep, and do your schoolwork. Come on.”
“See, you’re the reason why I need to finish this device.” You mumble and she raises her eyebrows at you. You reach for the device, and she holds it out of your reach, studying it.
“And what exactly is this?”
“It’s, I don’t really have a name for it yet. But it’s to make other people feel what you’re feeling. An empathizer, if you will.”
“Oh.” Lena narrows her eyes at you. “Are you saying I don’t have empathy for you? So, me caring about your health and rest is not empathy, huh?” You shrug your answer. “How about you not having empathy for me when I say I’m exhausted, and I need to get home right away?”
“I do! That’s why I’m telling you to leave.” You defend yourself.
“Is that so?” She doesn’t look convinced. “Ok, I’m sold. I want you to understand the amount of pain in my back and on my feet right now, so go on. Finish up.”
Ok then. You make a little change here and there, finish building up the structure and no longer than 30 minutes later you have the device ready.
“Ok, ready to feel what I’m feeling?” You ask pointing the device at her.
“Only if you’re ready for back pain.” She agrees, and you press the button.
“Well, I don’t feel anything.” You hear your voice, and you snap your eyes open at that. You didn’t say anything. Oh, no.
“Mom?” You ask and hear Lena’s voice coming out. Oh, no.
“OH, COME ON!” You look at your body getting up from the chair, but you’re just an outsider looking at it from afar. It’s the weirdest feeling you ever felt. You look at your hands, legs, and shoes. Yep, you’re definitely inside Lena’s body right now. “I just came back from being a teen.” She cries out and you flinch.
“It’s ok. It’s not alien tech, I can just undo this.” You grab your device again and look at it, trying to think.
“Well, I mean, it does feel nice to not feel any pain.” She smiles doing a little weird dance.
“You’re being weird.” You laugh at her, because it’s not always that Lena decides to be weird. You like it. Even if it’s actually your body doing the weird dance.
“I am in my daughter’s body, so I think I’m allowed to.” She studies herself, your body, for a few seconds. She looks up to you, clearly confused. “I’m starving.”
“Oh yes. That’s like a permanent feeling. You’ll get used to it.” You wave her off with your hand. It’s true, you’re always hungry. It doesn’t matter how much you eat, five minutes later it’s like you haven’t eaten all day.
“I hate it.” She complains with her hands over the stomach.
“Well, my back is killing me and who wears heels all the time? Would you die if you wore sneakers to work, someday?”
“AHÁ!” She points at you, victoriously. “See, I told you! Aren’t you just dying to get home?”
“Maybe.” You mumble under your breath, and she puts her hands on your shoulders.
“Don’t mumble, baby. I have super hearing. It’s useless.” She smiles, a little too happy to say that, and you sigh. “You know, I would not hate having this body for another day. But go on, change us back. I know you can’t handle the pain.”
“Excuse me?” You furrow your eyebrows at the challenge. “You think I can’t go a day looking this pretty?” You point at her face -that is yours now- and you see her cheeks getting flushed at the compliment. “As if! You’re the one who can’t handle being me.”
“Being a young superhero whose only job is to go to school? Baby, please. I would kill to be you.” Lena says and it’s out of your mouth before you can even think twice.
“Well, well, well. It looks like you got yourself a bet.” You raise your hand at her, looking smug about it. No way in hell Lena can be you. Not even for a day. “First one to quit has to say that the other one has a harder life and try to make it easier, every time possible.”
“Deal.”
“Wait.” You don’t hold her hand yet. “For it to be actually fair, you have to live my actual life.” She raises one eyebrow at that. “You have to be Superkid.”
“I thought Superkid didn’t exist anymore.”
“Yeah, well. I almost died three hundred times when I was in the body you’re in now. We have to put that into consideration for it to be fair, don’t we?” It’s your time to raise an eyebrow, and you give her a little smirk. Now you’ve got her, she won’t say yes to being a superhero.
“Still.” Lena has her hand up and you hold it. “You’ve got yourself a deal, babygirl. Let’s see you try to survive L Corp with no powers at all.”
“Let’s see you try to survive high school while being a Luthor.” You give her a wicked smile to which she almost shivers.
“Are we telling Kara?”
“Yes, please. I’m not kissing her. That would be gross.”
“Oh, I-I didn’t think this through.” You can see Lena’s mind wheels spinning while she considers the bet and what she’s giving up on.
“Too late. Our deal is on.” You grab her car keys with a smile. “Let’s go home. I need to put my feet up.”
“Oh, you’re not lasting a day.” She mumbles while leaving the lab, and you look back at her confused.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. Nevermind.” You study her face turning into a devilish smile when she realizes she can get away with lots of stuff by using her powers.
“Ok, don’t abuse it now.” You complain, getting into the elevator to go to the car. It’s only when you’re staring at Lena’s car with the keys in your hands, that it hits you. “Wait, I-I don’t really know how to drive in the city.”
“And I can’t drive with your body because you don’t have a driver’s license.” Lena says and you agree with your head. “Call your momma.”
You just text her that you need a ride, and less than five minutes later she lands next to both of you in the parking lot.
“Oh, hey love.” Kara comes closer ready to kiss you, and you panic so hard the only thing you can do it’s to yell after pushing her face away from yours.
“GROSS! Get off of me.” You duck, making Kara furrow her brows at you.
“What did I do?” You look at your momma, who looks so offended that she might cry because Lena refused to give her a kiss. Poor Kara.
“Explain it to her! You’re me!” Lena says -in your body- making Kara even more confused.
“What is happening?”
“I’m her and she’s me.” You try. She still doesn’t get it, that’s when it comes to you. “We’re Freaking Friday right now.”
“WHAT!” Kara yells in shock. “But that’s our thing!”
“How is that our thing? We never once Freaked Friday before.”
“What the hell are you two talking about?” Lena asks, interrupting your conversation with Kara. “It’s not even Friday.”
“What? No, it’s-” You look at her, confused. “It’s Freaky Friday.”
“Yeah, well, what the hell is Freaky Friday, then?” Lena asks and Kara looks back at her in shock.
“Yep, you two are definitely switched right now.” She smiles and you agree with your head giving her the car keys.
You make your way to the backseat and stare at Lena for a second while you two wonder what to do.
“You go-”
“I’ll sit-”
“Cool.” You go to the front seat with a smile. “I’m the grown-up now.”
“Yes, you are!” Kara agrees, messing with your hair, and it’s Lena who responds.
“Hey, don’t do that. You know my hair is temperamental.” She complains and Kara looks at both of you a couple of times.
“Oh, boy. This is gonna be fun.” She says looking anything but excited about this. “So, how exactly did this happen? Did you guys look into each other's eyes and say, ‘I wish I were you’?”
“No, because that’s ridiculous.” You answer and Kara looks at you next to her, looking very stung by what you said. “I made a device so you could feel what the other person was feeling. It wasn’t intentional for us to literally change bodies, but I guess that was the only way I could feel this terrible back pain mom was feeling.”
“Right. And for me to be starving all the time.” Lena complains in the back. “Can we stop to get some food before going home?”
You smile wickedly at yourself before saying, “We have food at home-” Then you turn your face to her with a playful smile. “Babygirl.”
“Ugh.” Lena rolls her eyes at you. “I didn’t know that’s how you were feeling, ok?”
“See.” You look at Kara. “It’s already working!”
“I see.” She shakes her head agreeing. “And you couldn’t undo it?”
“Actually, I could’ve if I had tried. But there’s a bet going on here, so-”
“So, you two are betting to see who lasts longer?” Kara asks, getting agreeable nods and hums from both of you. She looks to the backseat furrowing her brows at Lena. “And I’ll have to suffer and not kiss you for as long as this lasts?”
“Umm, yes.” Lena agrees, touching Kara’s arm. “Don’t worry, honey. Your daughter won’t last a day in my shoes.”
“I will!” You slap Lena’s hand away from Kara’s biceps -because you know what comes next, and it’s your body she’s in-. “I’ll just change your shoes.”
“It’s an expression.” Lena furrows her brows at you.
“And I made a pun with it.” You put your feet up the car’s glove compartment. “Deal with that.”
“Hey, take your feet off of there.”
You don’t miss a beat when you look back at her. “Excuse me? It’s my car, baby. I can put my feet up wherever I want.”
Kara parks outside your house, and you see Lena running inside the house, leaving you and Kara behind. She opens the door fast, and you see the handle coming off on her hand. You and Kara look at each other.
“You know what? This might actually be good for us kryptonians. She’ll see how hard it is to control ourselves sometimes.” Kara says and you agree with your head.
“I heard that!” Lena yells from inside the house. “I’ll learn how to use the powers; you’ll see.”
You walk inside the house and watch her devouring an entire sandwich in one bite. “I wonder how many times you’ll get grounded before you learn it, though.”
“You’re way too full of yourself.” She narrows her eyes at you, making yet another sandwich. “Let’s wait until tomorrow when you actually have to be me, to see if you’ll still be this smug about this bet.”
“And you’ll have such a fun time in high school tomorrow, babygirl.” You say ironically.
“Oh, boy.”
#supergirl#kara danvers#supercorp#supercorpfamily#lena luthor#supercorp daughter#kara x lena#kara x reader#supercorp fanfic#lena x reader#reader insert
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Stuck in his ways, Chapter 5
Chapter Summary: Y/N’s training begins, but not before she discovers one of Obito’s secrets.
Words: 1.7k
AO3
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5:30 in the morning. It is the sixth time Y/N has woken up. This whole concussion thing has messed up her whole sleeping schedule, she tried her best to get some rest, but to no avail. She ended up sleeping for about fourteen or fifteen hours between small intervals, but she feels worse than before.
Y/N drags herself out of bed, makes some coffee, and brushes her teeth, the whole deal. Having a constant roof above her head is nice, she has to admit that. Not having to worry about wild animals and the climate is cool, but the warmth of a bed is the best part of it. Tying her brand new bandana on her forehead, she leaves the small apartment and heads to the training grounds on the outskirts of the village.
She makes her way through the village’s main market, trying to avoid stumbling onto the hundreds of busy people bustling around her. Watching people attend to their duties and following their routines has always been a hobby of hers, she always found interest in seeing people who can afford to do the same thing every day, have some sort of routine. Can she consider herself one of them now? No, maybe not. Ninjas are always doing different missions and whatnot; their routines are as fucked up as a merc’s. Maybe she can become a baker in another life, who knows?
Around the corner, a hand blocking her way surprises her. At the end of it is a medium height man with his hair tucked into some sort of fabric, with bits of brown hair coming out of the sides. The man holds a toothpick between his lips, accompanied by a smug smile and an attitude that instantly annoys Y/N.
“’Sup babygirl, how come I’ve never seen you around?”
“I’ve been busy for the last 26 years”
“Busy living in my dreams, I bet”
“Busy fucking you mom, actually”
The sleazy type is the worst in Y/N’s opinion. Nothing disgusts her more than someone who thinks they’re hot shit just because they’re attractive. She pushes him away and keeps on walking.
“Ouch! Feisty, I like that. I’ll remember ya!” he states as he leaves the scene with a wink and a flick of his toothpick.
This has to be a joke, what a douchebag.
Going back on her way and observing the people, she closes into a mass of messy short black hair. The man has his back turned to her, but by the jonin vest and height, she assumes it could be… no, wait… it could not be! This man is helping an old lady carry a shitload of groceries, he would never be nice enough to do that.
Could it be him!?
From afar, she changes angle to try and catch a glimpse of his face. After much difficulty dodging busy locals, she is able to see clearly and… it’s Obito! Obito Uchiha helping a poor old lady carry her stuff, I wish I had a camera on me. She thinks of approaching him, but she decides against it in favor of watching from a distance to see where this goes.
Turns out the frail woman lives on the other side of town. Obito sure enough has carried all that stuff through the worst climbs Y/N has ever seen on a city. But that was not all: he was being extra nice. He laughed at all her jokes and even smiled back at her. This is grade A entertainment.
When they finally reach her destination, the old lady pulls out a lollypop and gives it to him. Y/N immediately loses her shit, almost falling from the ceiling she is in because of her fit of laughter. Before she can compose herself, she notices a presence behind her. She was discovered, but who cares? She has seen enough. Obito towers above her, trying to look intimidating, but failing to do so since he has a lollipop on his mouth.
“First you invade my house, now you’re following me. Are you sure I’m the one who should be called a creep?”
“Well, you’re right. Maybe I’ll start calling you… Granny Simp Uchiha©, how about that?”
“I hate you”
“Ow, I’m so hurt, oh my god, how could you? But seriously, I didn’t mean to intrude, but when I saw that… I needed to see more to believe it” She states as she breaks into another fit of laughter
“Let’s go, we’re late for training”
“Have you ever been on time a day of your life, though?”
“Never, I’ll probably be late for my own funeral”
“Fair enough. Wait, did you just make a joke that’s not on my expense?”
“Oh no, your dumbassery is influencing me!” He raises his gloved hands ironically
“Shut up”
~”~
They both reach the training grounds at around 7:30, late but not a whole lot, thanks to Obito’s kamui. Obito will have to make some slight modifications on the mission report to avoid Minato’s wrath. After a quick warmup, Obito goes straight to the point:
“How much do you even know about jutsu?”
“Well… I can do that chakra punch, maybe walk on water and trees or release genjutsu, but that’s all.”
“Not even a clone or some substitution jutsu?”
“Nope”
“So you’re basically an academy student with enough brute force to take down S rank criminals… That’s… odd”
Y/N scratches the back of her head, clearly embarrassed by her lack of training. Obito did not expect to have to teach such basic things. I mean, if he wanted to teach people stuff he would have signed up for a job at the academy. He still cannot believe Minato sensei is putting him up to this babysitting job.
He needs to do well on this mission if he wants to get back onto the Hokage’s good side and guarantee his position as the next one. This is his second day with Y/N and things have been insane and… fun? No, he should not be thinking like that. Perhaps he should also go talk with Kushina and ask her to convince sensei to let him go from this one; he was always her favorite after all.
“Granny simp? You ok? Did I disappoint you that much?”
Obito fixes his bandana’s position over his left eye, trying to get himself out of his head. He is here now, so he had better get to work. If he can control himself enough not to put her under a nasty genjutsu for calling him that again, that is.
“Call me that again and I’ll tell everyone that you saw me naked”
“You were not naked, dickhead. And what’s wrong with that?”
“Uhm…?”
“…?”
“Anyway… we’ll start with some cloning jutsu. Have you ever done any seals?”
“Only one or two”
“Try to copy what I’m doing”
“Hey! Stop doing it so fast!”
She honestly seems to be giving her best, but her hand signs are not quite right and the chakra distribution on her network must be all wrong, judging by her failure in producing something that seems to be remotely human. This takes Obito’s memory back to his old academy days, back when he could not do a single clone properly. He would spend whole nights awake training to achieve something passable. Rin helped him a lot back then. The only thing he has ever taught someone was that sexy jutsu to Naruto. To say Kushina was mad was an understatement.
“Concentrate your chakra all along your body, not only on your hands”
“Hum… right, can I get a lollipop after this?”
Four hours later and Y/N has finally mastered two basic jutsu: substitution and cloning. She almost passed out several times due to exhaustion, but thanks to some food pills, she is enduring todays training much better.
Obito has been analyzing her every movement with his sharingan. Looking closely her techniques lack grace, truly a sign of someone who learned everything they know by experience. He needs to fix that too.
Her endurance is also remarkably low. If she were to fight right now, she could do maybe two or three jutsu before passing out, making her rely solely onto her speed and blade habilities. The girl is more of a samurai than a ninja at this point. Examining her file earlier, he noticed that her chakra reserves are not that low as she has stated before, according to the medical department she has an average quantity of it. She just lacks the ability to use it properly.
Some very hard work is in order; it could take some months to get her into decent shape. That would be too much time and effort for Obito, there has to be another way of dealing with this mission quicker.
He did not want to do this, but he will have to talk to Kakashi for some teaching tips. Hell, if he was able to teach anything useful to Naruto he will be able to come up with a routine to help Y/N’s training.
I just hope he doesn’t decide to bother me about this situation…
After dropping Y/N on her house, with much protest from her part, Obito heads to the village’s café to meet with Kakashi Hatake. He knows that the ninja likes to spend his late afternoons reading his porn books accompanied by some coffee, disgusting stuff if you ask Obito. The coffee, that is. He has no formed opinion on porn books.
Approaching the store, he spots his friend’s mass of upward pointing grey hair. Something is different about him, though. Kakashi is usually… a very apathetic person. The look he gave Obito had chills running the Uchiha’s spine, he looked, well, excited.
“Obito! I finally found you! Sit down”
Aliens killed him and this is a body double. Or this is one of Gai’s practical jokes. Obito is honestly stumped.
“Are you ok bakashi?”
“Great! So… who’s the girl?”
Great, just awesome.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about”
“Of course you know, everyone is talking about how you were seen walking up and down with some mysterious gal. I’m so happy for you! Finally you’re going to stop being a sad grumpy bachelor! I’ll call dibs on the position of best-man” and suddenly Kakashi jumps up from his seat, coming closer to Obito’s face “Have you guys done it yet? Did she run away from you and now you need my advice? You could use some techniques from Icha I-”
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Those books are rotting your brain, seriously what the hell?”
“So is it true?”
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Yakuza Fic - Majima Goro - The smile I've been wanting to see...
A/N: Written for @ravenvelith as she was in need of some soft, Majima comfort. And I love me some soft Majima. ♥
Characters: Majima Goro x Reader (Female Reader), Saejima Taiga
Warnings: Mentions of Loss, Grief, Mourning
Word Count: 1344
Summary: I’m okay, Goro. Promise.
If there's one thing that Majima is good at, it's knowing exactly when people are lying to him.
...and it's very unlike you to do such a thing.
And he doesn't like it one bit!
I’m okay, Goro. Promise.
“Bullshit...”
“Something wrong?” Saejima asked softly as he watched Majima come to a stop and frown at his phone.
“Yeah, somethin’s wrong! I’m thinkin’ that my Babygirl might be lyin' to me...”
“Lying to you? About what?”
“I dunno. She said she was okay, but...I don’t like the way this message looks!” He then quickly turned his phone to show it to him. “This answer is too simple!”
“Too simple?” Saejima blinked at the message then frowned. “I don’t see how that might mean they’re lying to you.”
“Guess you don’t know her like I do!” and Majima grinned up at him rather proudly in fact before his expression fell when he looked back at his phone. “Something’s botherin’ ‘em. I’m gonna go find out what!”
Saejima simply pushed his hands into his pockets as he watched Majima take off in the direction of your apartment, then lightly shook his head as he huffed out a soft laugh. He pulled out his own phone, and even though it took him longer than he would have liked to send you a text; as technology still wasn’t really his thing, he thought it only fair to warn you that Majima was incoming.
“Guess I know where his priorities lie…”
When your phone went off with a notification, you expected it to be Majima. With a sigh you slowly swiped your thumb against the screen to unlock it only to blink when it was actually Saejima instead. Reading over the message your eyes went wide.
“Shit!”
Quickly, you swiped into your messages and started typing to Majima only to blink as your phone started to ring with the number that informed you someone was at your front door, and you tapped the answer button.
“Hello?”
“Babygirl…”
Shit...how does he get here so fast sometimes?!
“Majima—”
“Lemme in.”
“...Goro, please, I’m—”
“ Babygirl .” and his tone told you that if you didn’t let him in, that he was probably going to just magically appear in your apartment when you weren’t looking.
With a huff, you pressed the number on your keypad to allow him to be buzzed in. You got up from the couch and moved to unlock your door when not a moment later, the door was thrown open, and Majima stalked into the room.
“...uh, hi?”
You blinked up at him as he let the door swing shut behind him, only to realize that he was scowling at you. You’d never really seen him angry at you before, and you couldn’t help it as you swallowed hard, and took a half step back.
“Wanna explain’ why you’re lyin’ to me?”
“Huh?”
Majima then growled softly as he took his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, then practically shoved it in your face as he held it up to you.
“What the hell ya mean by this?!”
Blinking at the message you sent him, your brows furrowed a little. “...that I’m okay…?”
Majima huffed again, and lowered his phone from your face. “Bullshit.”
“Huh?”
“You ain’t fine ,” he huffed at you and stepped closer as his voice lowered a little. “Don’t lie to me…”
You went a little wide eyed at how he somehow knew only to cross your arms over your chest as you turned your head to look away from him.
“How do you know that I’m not ?”
“Easy,” Majima kept his voice soft as he reached out to place his hands on your shoulders. “When ya talk to me through text ya never once, spell okay out all the way. And two, ya never tell me that ya promise you’re okay. What’s wrong? Did somethin’ happen? Do I gotta go out and punch a guy for sayin’ somethin’ to ya?”
That got you to huff a soft laugh because he would do just that.
“No, you don’t gotta punch anyone Goro…”
“I don’t? Then tell me why you were lyin’ to me…”
“I wasn’t...totally lying, Goro. I’m fine physically. Emotionally and mentally however is another story with what I found out today…”
Majima blinked at you, looking a little confused. “So ya told me a half truth?”
“Yeah…” and when you sighed again, his grip on your shoulders tightened. “I don’t… mean to lie, it’s just—I guess I thought I was handling this news better than I thought I was.”
“What news?” and when you didn’t answer him right away, and instead looked to the floor he gently pushed you to talk to him. “Babygirl, please...tell me what’s wrong? Maybe I can help make it right…?”
“...you can’t make it right, Goro, cause you can’t bring people back from the dead.”
You honestly didn’t mean to have your voice tremble the way it did, nor did you mean to get short with him. It was just the weight of the news that a very dear friend of yours had passed away unexpectedly was starting to get to you.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“Nah, shh...Babygirl, don’t apologize. C’mere…” and his grip on your shoulders changed, so he could pull you close to him. He sighed as he wrapped his arms around you, and gently pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Do ya wanna talk about it?”
Shaking your head gently you just nuzzled more into his chest as you clung to him a little. “No. Not really.”
“M’kay...then we don’t gotta,” and he sort of rocked with you back and forth for a moment before he huffed, and gently pushed you back a little. “Do ya wanna just sit and cuddle instead?”
“Yeah,” you sniffled.
Honestly, you hadn’t meant to start crying but…everything suddenly just felt like it was too much.
“You got it,” and with a grin, Majima swept you up into his arms bridal style, laughing a little at the look of surprise on your face as he carried you into the bedroom and placed you in bed. He wasted no time to toe out of his shoes and climbed into bed after you.
“Here, now c’mere…” he moved his arm to wrap it about you and pull you close to him, letting you snuggle against his chest, and when you sniffled softly again, he hummed and gently dipped his head to press a kiss to your temple.
“There now, I gotcha.”
“..I’m sorry, Goro.”
“Huh? For what?”
“For...well...not being honest, I guess.”
“Alright, I’ll forgive ya just this once,” and when you lifted your head to look up at him he was grinning down at you. “But let me remind ya, that I’m not goin’ anywhere. I ain’t gonna be scared off just because you’re grieving. And I sure as hell ain’t gonna let ya grieve alone...well, unless ya wanna really do that kinda thing...”
“No,” you sniffled and brought your hand up toward your face to wipe at your tears. “Not really.”
“Well then, m’gonna be right here with ya,” he then kissed the tears away on your cheek. “You’re kinda stuck with me y’know. Cause I even gave up doin’ a job with Saejima to come see ya…”
“Goro…”
“Shush! It’s fine,” Majima chuckled then started to repeatedly kiss your face.
“Gah! Majima!”
“Nope!”
His kisses continued, all over your face, your neck, your forehead, your hands, wherever he could find skin really.
“Goro! Please stop!” you said with a bit of laughter in your voice.
“Ah,” he paused, then smiled softly at you as he cupped your cheek. “There’s that smile I’ve been wanting to see.”
“Dork.”
“Yep. But I’m your dork…” he pressed another gentle kiss to your forehead before gently pulling you close to him again.
“...man, I really am stuck with you, aren’t I?”
“Till the end of time m’thinkin’,” he hummed softly, then gently nuzzled his nose into your hair.
“I dunno. Maybe longer than that...we’ll have to see what happens...”
Huffing a soft laugh again you gave off a soft content sigh as you nuzzled into him again. “Thank you, Goro.”
“Anytime, Babygirl.”
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Mixed Feelings [S.W.]
Requested by: @tesseractedly
Pairing- Sam Wilson x Avenger!Reader
Warnings- cussing, sex jokes, implied sex, fluff
Words- 1103
“Shut it Samuel.” You roll your eyes at your teammate.
You and the team were on a mission to retrieve some poison vials or some shit. You weren’t really paying attention.
Maybe if you would pay attention wouldnt say dumb shit.” Sam fires back.
You groan and go to open your mouth, but before you could say anything Natasha clamps her hand over your mouth.
“Stop arguing.” She states to the two of you.
The team shakes their heads and continue strategizing the plan.
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“I don’t see the vilas here Cap.” Your job was to sneak into the warehouse to retrieve the vials because you can create energy orbs around you to protect yourself. This will give you time to look while the others fight off security.
“You sure? Or are you just being a dumbass like usual?” You hear that snarky voice through your ear piece and grit your teeth.
“I’m sure they’re not in here Bird Brain.” You tell him back.
“Holy hell guys just bang one out already.” Tony groans.
You feel heat creep on to your cheeks. Sure you’ve thought about it before, but he’s still gets on your nerves all the time.
“She wishes she could.” Sam says. You can see him smirking even if you were just hearing his voice.
You just let out a huff and continue the mission.
“I don’t think it’s here-.” You were cut off by Natasha.
“It’s a trap guys we gotta go. Now.”
Panic runs through your body. You see the roof start breaking from the top.
Shit.
You look out the window and see your team running out to where the jet is.
You yelp out when a piece of the roof crashes onto your leg.
Now you’re wishing you had some super strength.
“Guys?” You try tapping into your ear piece but it’s just static.
More pieces fall and you start crying.
“Shit, when I said I wanted to die I was just playing. I don’t wanna die.” You talk to yourself and close your eyes.
“Not dying yet.” Your head perks up at the voice.
“Sam?” You cough out.
Suddenly your in someone’s arms and your in the air.
“AHH WHAT THE FUCK AM I FALLING?” You scream looking down to see yourself in the air.
“No babygirl I got you.” Sam voice fills your ears.
So you weren’t dead, good to know.
“Oh, thanks for saving my dumbass.” You thank him as much as it killed you.
“Oh so you admit it?” Sam smirks at you and you can’t help but laugh.
Sam puts you down as you arrive where the jet was.
“Uh what happened to the jet?” You question, dusting yourself off.
“I’m guessing while we were fighting off the guards some of them came down here and destroyed our jet.” Natasha states.
“Shit.” You and Sam stay at the same time.
“I saw a place to rent cabins down a couple miles.” Tony states.
“A couple miles?” You groan falling backwards on to Sam. He stumbles back a little bit catches you none the less.
“Yeah get over it.” Tony shuts his suit and flys up towards the cabins.
“Not fair.” You pout.
“I’ll give you a ride.” Sam says.
“Seriously?” Your eyes beam at him.
“I mean I guess so.” He smiles at you.
“I thought you hated me.” You laugh.
“Who said I don’t?” He jokes back and wraps his arms around you. Taking off into the air.
“Are you serious.” Nat turns to Steve. “We have to walk?”
Steve let’s put a big sigh. “I guess.”
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“Okay so, obviously I get the big cabin to myself.” Tony states.
“Wait why? If you’re staying by yourself you should stay in the little one!” You tell him.
“That’s real funny y/n that’s a good joke.” Tony snorts.
You roll your eyes and let Tony continue.
“Natasha and Steve you can stay in that cabin over there. And Y/n and Sam you can stay in that one.” Tony points.
“You’re letting them in a cabin together? They’ll kill each other.” Steve states.
“Or fuck each other.” Natasha smirks.
“Exactly.” Tony waves them off and everyone goes to their designated cabins.
“Jesus this place is ass.” You sigh setting your backpack on the little couch.
“Uh-huh. There’s not even another room. It’s just a toilet and a couch.” Sam agrees with you.
You go into the closet and find one quilt and one throw blanket.
You toss Sam the throw blanket and lay the quilt on the floor.
“I’ll take the floor, I owe you from earlier.” You give him a side smile.
“You don’t gotta take the floor though.” He responds.
“No it’s all good, for real.” You give him a reassuring nod and try to get comfortable.
You start getting chills and try to cover yourself up better but it’s nearly impossible.
You’re teeth start to chatter and Sam can’t take seeing you like that anymore.
“Come up here with me.” He says softly.
You turn around to face him while still laying on the ground.
“I’d rather freeze to death than cuddle with you bird boy.” You tell him.
“Oh cmon baby, at least you got me! At least I’m not old man Stark.” He smiles at you.
“Okay fine.” You huff out and crawl into his arms.
“I still hate you.” You mumble against Sams chest.
“Mhm, I hate you too.” He says it to you hair, kissing your forehead.
You grab a handful of his shirt and snuggle in closer, finally getting comfortable.
“I don’t actually hate you.” You whisper.
“I don’t hate you either.” Sam whispers back.
“I love you.” Sam says a little louder.
You’re quiet for a minute.
“Really?” You look into his eyes.
“Yeah.” Sam breathes out.
“I love you.” You tell him back.
Sam leans in and places his lips onto yours. Your lips move in sync as the kiss intensifies.
You let out little breathy moans as Sam kisses down your neck.
“Shit, Sam.” You moan as he sucks on your sweet spot.
“Wanna do what Natasha was talking about earlier?” Sam raises an eyebrow at you.
You nod your head and laugh and tackles your neck again making you hysterically giggle.
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Steve, Tony, and Natasha walk into your cabin to wake you guys up and get on the new jet Happy flew out to you guys.
They look down to see some articles of clothing on the floor and you and Sam so close to each other you’re almost laying on top of him.
“Told you guys.” Natasha smirks.
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes smut#marvel#natasha romanoff#peter parker#steve rogers#bucky barnes x reader#sam wilson x avenger!reader#sam wilson smut#sam wilson x y/n#sam wilson x reader#sam wilson#the falcon and the winter soldier#Bucky Barnes x reader#avengers#the falcon
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Self Ship Prompt!!
• I was tagged by @pr1ncessm00n 💕 tysm for tagging me! I’m very excited to do this uwu
• modern!au for this ship bc canon universe is too depressing to have a relationship w Porco in 😭💔
1. your anime self ship in person
Porco Galliard aka Papi Porco 😩🥵🤯😍
2. your ship name
Pormile doesn’t look right, so EmiCo it is!
3. what do you call each other?
That’s a good question! I think for me, I’d call Porco: Porco, Pock, Pocky, Pockyboi, Babe, Baby, Hottie, Cutie, Hotman (bc ATLA ofc uwu), and probably a bunch of different things when he’d try to get on my nerves (think: Fucker, Asshat, Fucknuggets etc) LMAO
I think Porco would call me Emile, Emi, E, Mamas, Baby, Mommy, Cutie, Babygirl, Babe, Hottie, etc and the same nicknames for when I’m getting on his nerves 😇
4. who confessed first?
In general, I’m SUPER shy when it comes to crushes and stuff, so he’d definitely be the one to ask me out, but I would reciprocate whatever energy he gave because how could I NOT like him back? He’s beautiful 😩💕 Any first steps would almost certainly be initiated by him because I’m too pussy to be that forward.
In reference to the L-word, I have a rule of not confessing first. Not out of pride, but because I never want to pressure anyone into saying it when they’re not comfortable doing so, so even though I would be READY to say it first, I would wait for him. BUT, I have a feeling that he would end up saying it when he’s frustrated about me NOT saying it, or if something happens to me he might say it then. I feel like we might end up playing the long game on that one for no reason, though, and that would be annoying LOL
5. how long have you been together?
SHEESH forEVER! or if we haven’t been together for that long, it at least feels like we’ve been together forever. We’d get comfortable around each other quick, and I think because we’d be kindred spirits, we would know each other’s souls uwu 💕
6. are you affectionate?
HELL YEA! I’m a slut for cuddles and hand-holding, long hugs etc. I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder, so physical touch of any kind helps me to stay calm and keep my constantly racing thoughts from going out of control.
Porco is DEFINITELY someone to be affectionate. I think he loves it, and enjoys having a hand on my knee, my calve, thigh, just wherever is easiest, and I think he relishes in PDA - even more so if he’s ever feeling jealous because this is PORCO we’re talking about lol. Cuddling at night for sure, among other things 👀 long story short: Porco’s a fiend okay? okay 🥵
7. living together/married?
living together! not married yet - we plan to eventually but for now we’re just cruising, we’re comfortable :)
8. kids:
none yet! when we get married, we’re probably just gonna spend the first couple years having fun and enjoying our time alone together, but Porco’s relationship with his brother made kids SUPER important for him. When we DO take that leap, we’ll have one biological child, and adopt another one when we feel ready to handle two kids at once. they’ll both be girls, because let’s be honest, Porco would be the BEST dad for girls and their Uncle Marcel would come over all the time! Besides, Porco NEEDS girls, because they would teach him some important lessons about life.
9. what your friend group looks like
I’m a Paradis kid in this ship, so you know all of our lovely cadets would be my friends, but Jean, Ymir and Historia would be my closest friends from the bunch. Porco’s friends would be the Warriors and Candidates, of course. Of his friends, I think I would be closest to Marcel, Pieck and Colt, and of my friends, I think Ymir and Jean would get the closest to Porco, but he would still be pretty popular all around.
10. how you each get along with your friends
I think we would get along with each other’s friends swimmingly! Porco is a caring, friendly person (to everyone but Reiner, which while not fair, is understandable in the series) who likes to have fun and is fiercely loyal to his friends, and I think that introducing him to all my Paradis buddies would mean he was instantly liked by everyone. I can only hope that all of his friends would like me, but seeing how they’re all so nice, I definitely would like all of them. Marcel would already know me before Porco introduced me to the group because he can’t exactly spend time with me at his dorm (pre-move-in) without his brother knowing, and eventually the three of us would have an apartment together, possibly adding Pieck along the way. Pieck, being one of Porco’s best friends, as well as a good judge of character, would probably attach herself to me from the very start, seeing my anxiety and how much I care about Porco and deciding she wanted to be my friend, and I think Colt and I would find we have a lot in common. As for my friends, I think Ymir and Porco would bond over them both being so close to me, and them both having small girlfriends they need to protect… plus all the double dates would force them to break the ice pretty quick. Jean and Porco would get along well from having complementary dispositions. They’d definitely have more in common than they would think at first glance, and I’d like to think that if Marcel wasn’t the best man at our wedding, Jean would be.
11. night in or night out
Both! I love adventuring, but I’m also content with a movie night, and Porco would be the same way. We’d probably start most of our dates out on the town or somewhere, then finish them at home cuddled up on the couch :)
12. your favorite date day/night
I think my favorite date would probably be traveling. I’ve always wanted to visit Morocco and Tunisia to see what kind of world my ancestors lived in, Ireland to find my family castle, Egypt to study (I’m super into Egyptology), France for the food and family history, England, Scotland, Sweden, the Czech Republic and Slovakia, because I have ethnic ties there, and I think Porco would enjoy it, too. Of course, we would also go wherever his ethnic road map lead us, as it’s only fitting. I think just the two of us exploring the world and our history together would be magical, and if we were ever to have a surprise (👀💍👀🍼👀) it would happen on one of those trips!
BLANK FORM:
1. your anime self ship in person
2. your ship name
3. what do you call each other?
4. who confessed first?
5. how long have you been together?
6. are you affectionate?
7. living together/married?
8. kids:
9. what your friend group looks like
10. how you each get along with your friends
11. night in or night out
12. your favorite date day/night
fun fact: my kitty is laying on my lap as I finish this (sitting on the TOILET, no less) and she looks very precious and is purring sm it is adorable but also gross at the same time bc ma’am I was TRYING to take a DUMP
I thoroughly enjoyed indulging myself in this, thanks again @pr1ncessm00n for tagging me! 🥺💕 I’m so glad Tumblr lead me to you! Self-shipping ftw!
I nominate @lucypcvensie @spacetalbot @jihannieart and @bigfatpickle333 🌸 good luck! 🌸
#outsider rambles#get to know me#tag games#aot challenge#self ship challenge#porco galliard#aot porco
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Hard Left
Steve’s never been one for dating apps. It’s old fashioned of him, and serves as an endless source of amusement for Mary; but he’s never liked dating apps. That isn’t to say he doesn’t know how they work; but he just thinks that it’s hard to judge someone from a couple of photos and a witty one liner.
He believes in meeting people in person, gauging what they’re like for himself. Is that so wrong? Maybe it is old fashioned, but it’s never steered him wrong before.
That being said, in Steve’s line of work, there isn’t much opportunity to meet anyone who isn’t either actively trying to kill him, or a petite thing with a trim waist who he’s not going to see again in the morning, so he’s decided to finally give Tinder a try; if only so he can prove to Mary that he gave it an honest shot and it really doesn’t work.
That, and his flight’s been delayed for another six hours, and it’s been so long since Steve’s flown commercial that he’s forgotten how to occupy himself.
He isn’t putting much stock into who he’s swiping on, because according to Mary, the cardinal rule of Tinder is to not overthink it, and just go with your gut instinct. In the interest of giving the app a fair shot; Steve’s actively trying to do that; only spending a couple of seconds on each profile and flicking through the first couple of photos before making his decision.
It’s oddly mind-numbing, distracting him from everything that’s been weighing on his mind.
“Ouch, you didn’t even give that a second’s thought. Hard left huh?”
Steve startles at the sound of someone’s voice just behind him, pulled away from the bright technicolour screen of men straining themselves in still photos, and turns to see a familiar face. It takes Steve a few seconds, before he realises with slight horror that the man sitting behind him, is the same man that he just swiped left on a couple seconds ago.
Danny Williams, 34. If you don’t like pineapple on pizza and beaches, we’re going to get along great.
In person, Steve can admit that Danny’s a hell of a lot more attractive than he is in his photos. Startling blue eyes, a defined jaw that’s got a smattering of fuzz on it, and slicked back blond hair that’s clearly been teased and styled back.
There’s a small smile playing on his lips, and it takes Steve a couple of seconds to realise that Danny’s probably still waiting on an answer.
“Sorry brah,” he manages to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth, “Who doesn’t like beaches? Everybody likes the beach.”
Danny’s eyebrows shoot up, even though it’s clear from the twinkle in his eyes that he isn’t actually offended, “What’s to like about the beach? You go, it’s hot, you get sweaty, and you start finding sand in all sorts of weird places for the rest of the weeks. Me, I’m a city person. I like roads, and buildings. I’m a big concrete fan.”
“Clearly you feel very passionately about this.”
“I do I do,” Danny jostles slightly, and it’s only then that Steve notices the little girl resting near his hip, curled around Danny like she’s seeking warmth, “But unfortunately, I promised my little girl that I’d take her to Hawaii this summer, so that she could spend some time with her mother; so I am going to be subjected to a full two weeks of beaches and pineapple.”
Mother, Steve feels himself deflate, even though he was the one who swiped left on Danny. It’s stupid, but for a breif second when Danny mentioned Hawaii, Steve entertained the idea of telling him that he was flying back to Hawaii too; for two weeks leave; but now it feels worthless.
The surprise must show in his face, because Danny elaborates, “My ex-wife moved to Hawaii over a year ago, with her new husband. We decided it was best for Grace to stay with me, because her husband travels a lot for business, and we didn’t want to completely uproot her life - but the trade off is that she gets Gracie for the holidays.”
Danny runs a hand through Grace’s hair, almost absently, “I swung myself some leave with the precinct, because two whole months without my daughter? I’d go insane.”
“Precinct?” Steve asks, “You’re a cop?”
Danny puffs his chest out slightly, “Newark PD. I’m a Homicide Detective.”
Steve whistles lowly, “My dad’s a cop. Honolulu PD. I didn’t know cops got summer vacations off.”
“They don’t usually,” Danny admits with a shrug, “but I lucked out with my precinct. Besides, it was either that or I do something drastic like quit just so that I wouldn’t be separated from my babygirl for too long, so my Chief weighed his options and decided this was the better one.”
“What about you?” Danny gives him a critical once over, eyes dragging from his face all the way down the length of his body, “You look military? Army?”
“Navy,” Steve corrects, “I’m on leave for the next two weeks, and figured I’d fly home to see my dad.”
“Honolulu PD, that’s Oahu isn’t it? We’re on the same flight?” Danny grins when Steve nods, and it lights up his whole face, “So I guess that means I’ve got the whole flight to convince you that swiping left on me was a bad idea.”
No need, Steve thinks, but what comes out is, “I guess you do.”
Fin
#my writing#mcdanno#steve mcgarrett x danny williams#steve mcgarrett/danny williams#steve x danny#steve/danny#hawaii 5 o#hawaii 5 o fanfiction
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Ha, you’re pathetic
YandereBully!Seonghwa & Wooyoung x female reader
THIS IS NON CONSENSUAL SEX! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
If you want to read the story, but are not comfortable with non con, I will put *** and that will indicate that the non con part is here. Thats when your imagination comes in place~😌 hope that helps❣️
⚠️Warnings: angst, obsessive and possessive behaviour, slapping, anal, double penetration, spitting, dacryphilia, somnophilia, sadism, bdsm, car sex, blowjob, cum eating, cum play, unprotected sex, language, heavy degradation, rough sex
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“Wait, stop!”
You ran toward the boy that Wooyoung had just slammed against the locker. His nose was bleeding and tears were present in his eyes.
You push Wooyoung away and check if the guy’s alright. He was someone from your chem class and was really smart and kind. Why were they doing such things to him? Wooyoung suddenly spoke,
“Why’re you protecting him? Fucking pathetic, lying, cheating, bitch!”
You sigh, thinking that this was unfair. You were used to the name callings by now. Wooyoung was hurting people that you talk to because you “cheated” on him. It wasn’t even cheating though. Seonghwa forcefully kissed you, knowing that you were in a relationship. Not to mention that he’s Wooyoung’s best friend.
You tried to explain to Wooyoung that he did it by force, but Seonghwa kept denying and said that you were going to take it a step further and sat on him.
None of it was true.
Howvever, Wooyoung believed him and that night you guys broke up. You decided to move on even though it wasn’t fair and blocked both of them on social media and your number.
Wooyoung tried to make your life a living hell, which it kinda did work, except you had a loyal group of friends that believed every word you said. They would protect you from Wooyoung's side chicks and always made sure you weren’t alone.
You were very thankful for such loving, caring and loyal friends. People still did continue to talk to you and you took extreme measures to avoid Wooyoung and Seonghwa’s group.
With Seonghwa, you were disgusted. You still are. What he did was unforgivable. You didn’t even want to look at his face.
Wooyoung on the other hand hated the fact that you got over it so quickly. You broke up, blocked him and never talked to him ever again, unless he was bullying someone. You protected them, feeling a little guilty, because when you were with him he never did such things. Even before he started dating you he wasn’t a bully.
So you take responsibility for those who are getting hurt by Wooyoung and making sure that they’re okay.
Wooyoung wanted your attention no matter what. But you weren’t giving in. You didn’t give a shit about him or his dumb group of friends. He wanted to make you guilty and jealous for what you did, but you kept the mindset of “I didn’t do anything wrong” and kept going.
Right now in the current situation, Wooyoung was blowing with anger. Why the fuck were you helping him? The nerd. He was jealous. Seeing you holding him, touching his face, laughing with him to cheer him up. He now envied the guy and walked away, because he couldn’t take it anymore.
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“How come she’s not fucking guilty, hyung? Why isn’t she coming back to me, and begging me to forgive her?!”
Seonghwa sighs, and looks at Wooyoung.
“Just let her go woo. She’s clearly not worth your time.”
(side note: the part that’s coming up can be a little triggering for those who don’t like non con, but are just reading the story)
Seonghwa was lying. He didn’t want you and Wooyoung to date again, because he loved you. But how can he tell his best friend that he’s in love with his ex.
The night Seonghwa had kissed you, was the night that he couldn’t control himself anymore. He wanted you. He needed you. He didn’t care if he had to rip off your clothes and forcefully fuck you. At least if he did, you probably would’ve gotten pregnant and would have to stay with him.
But you were fast enough and pushed him off and ran. Seonghwa was frustrated that night, because of your actions and told Wooyoung what happened but instead framed you.
You and Wooyoung got into a fight and that’s when you ended things with the both of them. Now Seonghwa can’t ever talk to you. But if he can’t have you, no one can have you.
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You’re back at home and head to your shower to calm down. You felt like crying all the time. Why can’t Wooyoung get over himself? He’s not that fucking special.
You wash your hair and put on an oversized shirt with long socks, and underwear too. You now lived alone since Wooyoung was gone, so you could walk around nude if you’d like.
You cuddle into your blanket but receive a message from your friend, Lia.
San invited us to his party, wanna join?
Nope
What, why????
Uhhh, Wooyoungs and Seonghwa are gonna be there. I’ll pass
Fine.
You knew that you probably upset her by rejecting but you didn’t feel like seeing their faces.
Plus, you didn’t want to see anyone from school anyways. You’re an adult. Why not go to a fucking club instead?
You quickly got up, changed into a party dress of your choice and got your hair + makeup done.
You call a cab and ask them to take you to the furthest club, to avoid seeing anyone you might know.
You’ve made it to the club and become one in the crowd.
Dancing, drinking, but not too much. You were quick to make friends with other university students that didn’t go to your university. They were really nice and had a great group protection squad and offered you to join. You accept and they set some ground rules for all of us so we stay safe.
Soon enough you were a bit tipsy and decided to shoot your shot for the hot man sitting it the corner, basically eye fucking you.
You walk over to him in a confident way. You almost got to him but we’re pulled back by someone. This person was quick and took you into the crowd of people so no one sees and took you to the back.
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It was pointless to scream because it was already so loud in there. The person behind you had a tight hold on you and brought their other hand to your throat and pushed you out the back exit.
From there you saw Seongwha in a black jacket and dark eyes. You look behind you and it’s Wooyoung.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
You turn around to go back in, but Wooyoung stops you and slaps you.
“What the fuck are you doing here? Whoring around here, why aren’t you at San’s party?”
Wooyoung yells at you furiously.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?! We fucking broke up woo! Leave me the fuck alone please! Stop being a fucking asshole and stop bullying people. What kind of sick fucker are you?! And now you’re hitting me. Don’t ever fucking touch me again!”
“Don’t pretend you don’t love it. You would love it when I slapped you while pounding into your dripping pussy.”
“Well, that was in the fucking past! Leave me the fuck alone!”
“No no no. I’m not done with you yet. What the fuck are you wearing? So now that you're not in a relationship you act like a slut. Is this how you behave?”
Wooyoung slapped you once again and wrapped his hands around your waist picking you up and rushing to the car.
You try to kick Wooyoung so he could let you go, but instead he slapped you ass hard making you yelp and threw you into the car, sitting in the backseat with you.
Seonghwa gets in the driver's seat and Wooyoung lays you on the backseat taking your heels and panties off. Seonghwa starts the car and starts driving.
“Wooyoung stop!”
You cry out, kicking him.
He got on his knees, hovered over your body and slapped you.
“Stop being a fucking brat!”
He yells out to you.
“Wooyoung how did you even find me?”
“Somebody I know was at the club and took a video of you dancing with all those men. Fucking cunt.”
Wooyoung pulls your dress up and takes out his dick.
You look at the rear view mirror and make eye contact with Seonghwa, with begging eyes asking him to stop Wooyoung. 
Wooyoung then grabs your jaw and makes you look at him. He spits in your mouth a couple of times and proceeds to cover your mouth and pounds into you dry. You let out an agonizing scream. You try to get Wooyoung to stop by kicking him. He then pulled you closer to him and put your legs on his shoulder, pounding into you.
You look at seonghwa and you see him taking his dick out and stroking himself with one hand while the other hands on the wheel.
Wooyoung kept pounding himself into you and started placing hickeys down your neck.
Soon enough Seonghwa couldn’t hold himself and pulled into an empty parking lot.
Wooyoung stops and picks you up and Seonghwa drops the backseat entering in after. Wooyoung flips you over on all fours and shoves your dick inside your mouth. Wooyoung starts to face fuck you and Seonghwa enters into your pussy.
“This is exactly what you wanted right?! Both of us are taking you at the same time.”
They both start going faster and tears start streaming down your face.
Wooyoung removes himself from your mouth and cums all over your face.
He rubs it everywhere, then licks it off your face.
Seonghwa takes himself out and gets under you. Wooyoung goes behind you and spits on your ass.
“Wait, wait, wait, I’m not ready for anal. Woo. No.”
“I’m not taking no for an answer. You looked like you were ready for a gangbang, slut.”
He entered into your ass roughly and Seonghwa enters into your pussy. You start sobbing and your tears drip down onto Seonghwa's face.
He lowered you down and let you hold him.
“I’m sorry babygirl. I just can’t help myself. You’re so fucking perfect. I just want you all to myself.”
He whispers in your ear.
Your tears were uncontrollable at this point. They just kept coming. Seonghwa slowed his pace, feeling a little bad and Wooyoung had quicken his speed. They were both so deep in you, they’re dicks were touching.
Wooyoung started to spank your ass while thrusting. You let out a whimper and bite your lip. The entire car was moving back and forth.
You wail trying to get Wooyoung to slow down. Your hands automatically go into a tight fists and you let out a shriek, feeling yourself cumming. Tears go down your face at a faster rate and your whole body starts to quiver. You clench around the boys uncontrollably and cum around seonghwa.
Their seeds overflow in you, dripping down to your clit and thighs. You collapse on seonghwa and black out from exhaustion.
Unfortunately for you, this turned on Wooyoung. Seonghwa flipped you over and moved to the side, so Wooyoung can take you missionary style. He shoves himself into your unconscious body and seonghwa starts to jerk off to the sight.
Both of them being sensitive and very aroused, cum in a short amount of time. Wooyoung cums in you and seonghwa cums on your face. Both of them play with the cum, spreading it all around you.
Seonghwa then jumps back into the drivers seat and Wooyoung took care of you in the back.
Since that day you and Wooyoung had gotten back together, and sometimes fucked around with Seonghwa.
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Absolutely horrible.
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Keep Quiet for Me - Anakin Skywalker x Reader (SMUT)
Prompt: reader and anakin are both jedis and they get sent on a mission together and they’ve been a part for a little while on different missions so they’re excited. but both of their padawans are sent with them so they have to pretend like everything is normal until the padawans go to bed and reader is trying to fly the ship, but it’s been too long and anakin can’t restrain himself anymore and they fuck on the ship but have to be quiet about it so they don’t get caught. REQ. BY: @dream—words
Warnings: SMUT, like literally just sinful, cursing, choking
Words: 2.5k
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“About time you two got here, General L/n,” Anakin smirked, watching her and her Padawan Solei walk up to the launch bay.
Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, “General Skywalker. Good to see you again. You too, Snips,” Y/n walked up and pat Ahsoka’s shoulder gently, smiling as she nodded to Anakin. He nodded back and smiled, the both of them wishing they could just kiss each other hello but both knowing they couldn’t.
“Solei, you and Ahsoka are going to be working very closely during this mission. It’s important that you learn to adapt and work well with other people besides your Master,” Y/n turned to the Padawans, the four of them entering into their ship. “What about you and General Skywalker?” her padawan asked.
Y/n and Anakin exchanged a quick glance, then he spoke up, “We’ll be working... more closely on this mission. You will observe how well we work together and you both will learn to work as a team as well. This is a learning experience for you both just as much as it is an important mission.”
“Yes, Master,” they both said. The four enter the ship and walk into the bridge, the Padawans turning to talk to some of the clones outside as Y/n and Anakin surround the circular holographic table.
“Lucky for us... the planet that the Separatists are currently trying to target is all the way on the opposite end of the outer rim. We have a long ways ahead of us,” Anakin frowned.
“Lucky indeed...” Y/n mumbled, looking to make sure none of the Clones were looking over at them. Quickly, she snuck her hand under the table and grabbed Anakin’s free hand. He trailed his eyes from the table to their hands, then to her face that adorned a smirk and he chuckled.
He squeezed their hands gently and brought her hand up to kiss it gently, “I missed you, my love.”
“I missed you more, Ani,” she grinned, her heart fluttering. Just the smallest of gestures always had her heart racing.
“I’m so glad we finally have another mission together. It’s been months since we’ve actually had time to ourselves...” Anakin spoke lowly, rubbing his thumb over her fingers gently.
“Tell me about it,” she sighed, moving closer to hug Anakin as she rest her head on his shoulder. “It’s not fair.”
“No, it’s not,” Anakin sighed, hugging her tighter. “We’ll have plenty of time to be cute and catch up, and as much as I love you cuddling me, we have a job to do,” he frowned.
Y/n nodded and pulled back right as some more Clones came walking in, along with their Padawans. Ahsoka and Solei were already close - they’d been on so many missions together already they were basically the next generation of Obi Wan and Anakin.
“We’re ready for take off, sir,” Commander Rex spoke up. Anakin nodded, “Alright. Lets fly this out and get the hell outta here,” he mumbled, standing up to sit in the main pilot seat.
“Ah, Master Yoda let you fly us? How lucky,” Y/n leaned over his seat and chuckled as he swatted her away playfully, “Consider yourself very lucky. Best flyer in the whole galaxy flying us today.”
“Trust me, I know I’m very lucky,” she winked and stood up, walking back over to the holographic table.
~*~
After a long 2 days of fighting General Grievous’ army and a whole bunch of sexual tension between Anakin and Y/n, it was finally time to head home.
The four were headed back to the ship when Ahsoka yawned loudly, “Master, if it’s okay I would like to head right to bed...” she spoke softly, weariness evident in her voice.
Anakin nodded, “Of course, Snips. Go for it.”
“Can I go to bed too, Master?” Solei looked up at Y/n and she nodded, smiling, “Of course. You both fought amazingly.”
“More like saved your asses from getting kidnapped...” Ahsoka snickered and Solei couldn’t help but laugh alongside her. Anakin rolled his eyes, “Once! You did that once, Ahsoka! And I wasn’t going to get kidnapped I was just... cornered,” he spoke quickly.
Y/n giggled, “If you mean literally being dragged by those bots, then yes Anakin, you were cornered.” Everyone except Anakin laughed and Y/n nudged his shoulder gently, “C’mon, Skyguy. Lighten up.”
“I told you, not to call me that, sweetheart,” Anakin “jokingly” called her, narrowing his eyes. “You know you love it, babe,” she joked back.
“Gross,” Ahsoka grumbled, “this is where I bail. Night, Masters,” she sneaked past the two and Solei followed her.
Anakin waited until they were fully gone and made sure no one was watching before he pressed her against the wall and kissed her heatedly. Her eyes widened and she kissed him back momentarily before snapping out of it and pushing him away reluctantly, “Anakin! Someone could’ve seen us!” she scolded.
He rolled his eyes and kissed her again, cupping her cheeks with his large hands, “Don’t act like you don’t want to kiss me, Y/n. I saw how you were looking at me all weekend.”
She kissed him back and pulled away again. “Trust me, Ani. I want to so bad. But we could get caught,” she bit her lip, his dark lusty gaze causing her second heartbeat to beat quickly.
He moved his fingers under her chin and stroked her jawline slowly, kissing her again, “Then let’s not get caught.”
“A-Ani,” she moaned softly into the kiss, when they heard oncoming footsteps. She quickly used all her strength to push him off right as Commander Rex was walking around the corner, “There you two are. My men and I are going to rest up. Would it be alright if you two stayed on the bridge and piloted while the pilots finish resting?” he asked, taking his helmet off.
Anakin shifted and Y/n answered for him, “That’s fine, Rex. Get some rest, you fought well today. You deserve it.”
“As do you, Generals. See you in the morning.” he nodded to the two and put his helmet back on, turning to walk down the halls again.
Anakin grumbled as Y/n walked into the bridge, shutting the door behind them. Anakin slipped past her and snuck over to the door’s control panel.
“I’m sorry, Anakin. I really want a moment alone too, but we have a job to do still...” she sighs. “Maybe once we get home we can try.” she walks over to one of the seats and traces her fingertips across the seat, turning to see Anakin. “You gonna help me pilot this thing, love?”
“In a minute,” he mumbled, his face buried within the door’s control panel doing God knows what.
Y/n rolled her eyes and pushed the chair back, sitting down and beginning to pilot it. Thankfully, there wasn’t really any evident danger - so it was for the most part smooth sailing.
She hummed softly to herself when she heard a faint electrical zap, her eyes widening and turning around, “Ani? What did you blow up?”
“Nothing!” he chuckled, walking over to her with his hands raised. “Just fixed the door, that’s all.”
“I didn’t realize it was broken,” she murmured, turning her attention to the endless sea of stars in front of her. “Too bad our ship got damaged... a jump to light speed would come in handy right about now,” she huffed, leaning back in her chair.
Anakin said nothing and moved the chair backwards, making her turn her head to look at her husband, “What are you up to?” she smirked, watching him.
“Wouldn’t you love to know?” he spoke lowly, pushing it farther backwards as he knelt down in front of the chair.
“Anakin...” she raised a brow, watching him. “What are-“
“Shh. Just... keep quiet,” he chuckled, running his hands up her thighs teasingly.
She gulped and took in a sharp breath, watching him intensely, “Anakin-“
“I said keep quiet,” his gaze turned more stern as he moved his hand up her skirt, grazing the top of her leggings as he pulled them down slowly.
She gripped the seat’s arm rest and tried to move her legs away, but he pulled them right back, “Easy, girl. I’ve got you,” he chuckled, sliding her leggings and underwear off.
She looked down at him confusedly, and her breath hitched when she felt his hand tease her sensitive skin.
“N-not here-“
“I fixed the doors, remember?” he winked, keeping eye contact with her as he slowly started to rub her clit to tease her. “Keep piloting.”
“O-oh, you fucking... mmmh-!” she gasped softly and rest her head back, letting out a soft moan from his gentle touches.
“Damn,” he chuckled, moving his finger slower, “I’ve barely even touched you and youre already moaning.”
“S-shut up,” she gulped, trying to keep her attention on making sure the ship didn’t crash into any enemies or a planet.
He raised a brow and teased his fingers at her entrance, then smirked, “Damn, babygirl. Look at that... you’re already dripping.”
“I-if you’re going to do that, don’t tease m-me-“ she stammered, gripping the arm rest tighter as she let out a soft moan when he pushed his fingers inside her.
“Maybe if you’d keep quiet and focused, I’d give you a reward,” he winked at her and pumped his fingers slowly, pushing farther into her core each time.
She shuddered in pleasure and bit her lip to force herself to keep quiet, keeping her eyes fixated on the sea of stars ahead of her.
He continued to ease his fingers into her for a moment to see if she stayed silent and she did, so he removed his fingers slowly so he didn’t hurt her and pushed her skirt up.
She let out a sigh and glanced down, gasping softly when he pulled on her hips to bring her closer to him. He moved his hands up her thighs gently to tease her skin and moved his head down to lick her folds slowly to tease her.
She squealed softly and covered her mouth, her eyes rolling back as she moved her hand from the control panel to her lover’s long hair.
“O-oh, f-fuck...!” she stammered as his fingers pushed her apart further, licking every inch he could with his tongue. He moaned into her as she tugged on his hair, trying so hard to stay quiet as her legs started to shake softly.
“A-Ani...” her eyes rolled back as she moaned, starting to grind her hips gently against his mouth and nose as he chuckled, sucking roughly on her clit.
The pleasure built and built and he showed no signs of stopping as she gripped his hair tighter, gasping for air, “A-Anakin...! I-I’m s-so-“ she stammered, and he pressed against her clit to send her right into her high.
She whimpered and bit down on her hand, her chest heaving as she struggled to stop the moans from spilling out, “F-FUCK!” she squealed into her hand.
Anakin chuckled and helped her ride it out before standing back up, wiping his mouth off with his hand and smirking, “There. See what happens when you listen to Master?”
Y/n breathed in and out softly and nodded, completely flustered and she sat up from the seat, turning auto pilot on.
“Don’t walk away from me, Skywalker,” she walked up to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him back to face her. He raised a brow and she crashed her lips onto his, “I’m not done with you, yet.”
“Y/n...” he let out a low growl and pressed himself further into her, and she felt his member press against her.
She parted from the kiss to lead him to one of the closets on the bridge, pushing him inside and shutting the door behind her as she kissed him heatedly.
He smirked and immediately started to strip her down, and she did the same.
There was barely any light in the closet - which made it nearly impossible to see Anakin completely. She only saw the outline of his figure as his hands moved to kiss her deeply again, trailing his other hand to move her skirt off and let it fall to the floor.
Before either of them realized if, they were completely naked. Anakin chuckled lowly and pressed her firmly against the wall, spreading her knees apart gently, “Too bad I cant see your beautiful face when I fuck you so hard, darling...” he kissed her neck as he lined himself up at her entrance, kissing her lips to hush her as he pushed himself in her slowly to not hurt her.
She moaned into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and pushing him in faster and her legs shook softly, still a little numb from her high from earlier.
She let out an eager moan as his mouth left her lips to suck hickeys across her neck, holding onto her hipbone as he began to thrust deeply into her, growling into her neck, “Shit, darling... you feel so good...”
“You feel b-better, Anakin...” she moaned softly, her eyes rolling back as she rolled her hips against his, intensifying the pleasure for her.
Her hands raked down his back as her nails dug into his skin, and she let out a little too loud of a moan into his ear.
He moved his hand up and covered her mouth, moving his other hand to grasp her neck firmly but not enough to hurt her, stroking the side of her neck with his thumb gently, “Sweetheart, you have to keep quiet for me, okay? As much as I love those gorgeous moans, we can’t get caught...”
Y/n nodded and fought back another loud moan as he pressed right against her spot, arching her back into him as she gripped his back tighter, “R-RIGHT THERE! r-right there, p-please dont stop-!” she moaned into his hand, panting heavy.
Anakin thrust deeper into her, completely stretching and filling her up as he let out low growls into her neck, his hands roaming her body.
Soon, they began to lose themselves in each other as both their highs approached, “Y-you close sweetheart?” Anakin breathed, barely able to hold it in. She nodded and bit her lip, her moans getting higher pitched, “Y-yes-! f-fuck, please im so close...”
Anakin moved his hand down and started to rub her quickly to send her straight into her high. With a few final thrusts, they both came undone and fought back loud moans as the euphoric feeling they were starved of for so long washed over them.
He helped them ride it both out before stopping, resting his forehead against hers and he breathed in and out heavily. He stroked her cheek softly before capturing her lips in a heated, yet loving kiss, “God, I love you Y/n...”
“I love you too, Ani...” she smiled softly, kissing him back as her hands moved up the back of his neck slowly, “I wish we didn’t have to hide like this.”
“We won’t. Not for much longer. I promise.” he kissed her forehead, pulling her close to his chest.
“I promise.”
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Five Letter Word
Share is a five-letter word. So is fight.
Recreduscense AU for @sordidmusings. Thank you so much for commissioning me! I hope you enjoy!
Commissions closed. They will open back up in February.
Please note! This is NOT canon. In this au, Cerberus is the only one with YN as their soulmate.
Yoongi huffs, exasperated as he steps through a portal and back into the mortal realm. Yet again, there had been a stir in the Underworld, causing Hades to call his trusted Hellhound down to help him fix up the problem.
It wouldn’t have been such a big deal, had one of the other two gone. But Yoongi is always voted to go and spend hours or even worse - days away from YN.
YN.
Just the thought of their mortal soulmate cheers Yoongi up tremendously. After dealing with the cries and screams of the undead, seeing her will breathe fresh air into his tired form. Hurrying to go find her, Yoongi quickly locates both YN and his other-selves by the sound of their heartbeats.
Preparing to barge in and be wrapped up in three pairs of arms and smothered with kisses from YN, Yoongi stops short in the doorway to the living room, watching from the sidelines as Namjoon and Hoseok snuggle YN between them, all wrapped up in a nice soft blanket.
The blue light from the television illuminates their smiling faces, the way their hands are entwined with each other. They haven’t even looked back at him, even though Yoongi knows for sure that Hoseok and Namjoon should have sensed him by now.
But the thing that ticks him off the most is the fact that they’re watching that new show that had just come out - the show they’d promised to all watch together.
Anger flares up inside of Yoongi quick and hot. Exhausted and with hurt feelings, Yoongi turns around and stomps towards the bedroom, slamming the door with enough force to crack it.
In the other room, YN sits up quickly, alarmed by the noise.
“What was that?” she asks, peeking behind her as if the source of the noise will be standing there.
“Yoongi just got back,” Hoseok says, feeling the anger and hurt in the back of his mind.
The feeling makes him shift uncomfortably. He looks over YN’s head and glances at Namjoon who looks just as apprehensive as he does.
“I wonder what’s wrong,” YN says, turning back around, “I’ll go speak with him.”
Namjoon opens his mouth to say something, but he can’t find any words to form a valid excuse. Frowning, he just watches from the couch as YN leaves, taking the blanket and all of her warmth with her.
Hoseok pouts.
“I know that she’s not going far, but it hurts every time she leaves . . . even if I know she’s spending time with Yoongi. I’d still rather feel her with my own fingers and see her with my own eyes,” Hoseok says, locking eyes with Namjoon.
The other nods, raking his hands through his hair. He scoots closer to Hoseok, leaning his head on his shoulder. It’s comforting being near another piece of his soul, especially when the other piece is hurting.
YN stops before the splintered bedroom door, her hand hovering inches away from the cracked surface.
It’s obvious that Yoongi is upset about something, but YN isn’t sure if she should interrupt his brooding. Its been a little over half a year since YN went to the BTS concert where she met them. She always had a particular affinity for rapline over the other members, but it still took her by surprise to find out that her adoration for Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon stemmed from something much deeper than she ever could have imagined.
Soulmates.
Even now, that word sends a shiver up her spine. It’s both comforting and terrifying to think that her soul was made to perfectly complete another one. And more shocking than finding out that she was bonded to them was finding out that the boys were actually something she believed to be myth - Cerberus, Hades’ hellhound and three pieces of one soul.
At times it seems impossible that no one else - not even the other members - have noticed how identical they can be. When they’re relaxed or distracted, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon move, speak, and react with perfect synchronization. It’s almost unsettling.
But other times, they couldn’t be more different. Disagreements and sometimes even fights are not uncommon between the triad. They get into spats over the littlest things, like Hoseok leaving the lights on in the bathroom, Namjoon using all the paper towels up and forgetting to buy more, or Yoongi staying up so late that the other two can’t sleep.
Usually all it takes to calm everything down is a few words and touches from YN. Her presence alone can dissolve any animosity almost like magic.
Something deep down in her stomach tells YN that this won’t be the case this time around.
She takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.
“Yoongi?” she asks softly, knowing that he can hear her.
YN learned about the boys’ shared heightened senses when she sneezed from across the house and they all said ‘Bless you’.
There comes no response from inside, but YN decides to enter anyway.
It doesn’t take her long to find him. Yoongi is situated by the window, glaring through the glass at the sky like it’s done something against him.
“Yoongi?” YN repeats, “You okay? Did something happen in the Underworld?”
Yoongi is silent for several minutes. Just as YN begins to believe that he’s ignoring her, he speaks up.
“No. It was fine. Annoying, but fine.”
YN walks over to him, placing a hand on his back. She tries to catch his eye, but he refuses to look at her.
YN ignores the sting in her chest his lack of attention causes. She knows that Yoongi’s mood probably has nothing to do with her.
“Then what’s wrong? I know that you’re upset.” YN persists.
He’s silent again, opening his mouth as if he’s thinking about speaking, but he quickly shuts it again. He turns to look at her fully.
“Can we just . . . cuddle? I really don’t want to talk about it right now.”
Yoongi’s voice is soft, vulnerable. All traces of hostility are eradicated, replaced with tender shyness.
“Of course,” YN says, melting, “I’ll call Hos -”
“No!” Yoongi interjects, startling YN.
At her bewildered expression, he clears his throat.
“I just want it to be me and you . . . if that’s okay.”
“Of course it’s okay, Yoongi,” YN says.
She crawls onto the enormous bed in the center of the room, pulling the blanket along with her. One she’s settled among the pillows, YN taps her lap, signaling for Yoongi to lay down.
As soon as his head hits her legs and her fingers drag across his scalp, Yoongi relaxes completely, falling asleep within minutes. And just like that, YN’s movie night with Hoseok and Namjoon comes to an end.
A few days later, the four of them are relaxing outside in their backyard, butterflies floating on the breeze. The weather is warm, YN laying on Yoongi’s lap as Hoseok plays with her fingers, Namjoon reading a novel aloud.
It’s a fairytale, a story about a young girl being chased by a wolf. The tale isn’t quite what YN remembered being told as a child. Namjoon’s alluring timbre tone has his soulmate’s full attention, the girl completely entranced by the alternate tale.
“And then the huntsman killed the wolf, freeing little red. She lived happily ever after. The end.”
YN feels herself pouting.
“What’s wrong, YN?” Hoseok says, picking up on her upset expression.
“Why did the huntsman kill the wolf? He didn’t do anything wrong. He just tried to show her the way she needed to go.”
“Good intentions are the stepping stones right to hell. Trust us, babygirl.” Yoongi says, unbothered by the injustice.
Before YN can protest, a phone rings, completely disturbing their peaceful afternoon. Namjoon frowns as he picks up his phone, placing the book down.
“Right . . . yes . . . now?” Namjoon says into the device, clearly displeased, “Okay . . . yeah, I’ll bring him. See you soon.”
“Yoongi,” Namjoon says, tossing his phone aside in frustration, “One of the producers fucked up and deleted part of our new song,”
“You’re kidding,” Yoongi says.
“I wish. Bang PD wants us to come in right away.”
Cursing, Yoongi wiggles out from under YN, the woman sitting up to make it easier. When he makes it onto his feet, Yoongi stretches.
“When that bastard dies I’m making sure his soul gets stuck in the worst corner of the Underworld,” Yoongi vows, Namjoon nodding along with him.
And with that, they’re gone, vanished into thin air.
“Just me and you, huh?” Hoseok says, grinning widely at YN.
“I guess so,” YN says, returning his smile with ease, “What do you want to do?”
Hours later, when Namjoon and Yoongi finally return from an exhausting day dealing with the incompetent producers and staff members only to find YN and Hoseok sitting side by side, video game controllers grasped in their hands as they playfully shoulder shove each other, both trying to win.
“We’re back,” Namjoon says.
“Hey guys!” YN says, taking a quick peek behind her shoulder to smile at them but looking right back at the screen a moment later, huffing when she discovers that Hoseok is beating her.
The man in question laughs in glee as YN tries to regain her lead, going so far as to stand up to block the screen. Hoseok resorts to holding his controller with one hand and tickling her with the other.
“Hey! That’s not fair!”
“You’re not being fair either, YN - ah!”
It’s as if Yoongi and Namjoon aren’t even in the room. The duo grows irritated. They’ve already had a tiring day. The least Hoseok could do is move so they can spend time with YN too.
Hoseok sends the duo a quick look, winking at them and letting them know he knows exactly what they’re thinking. Of course he does.
“YN,” Yoongi says, “Why don’t you come snuggle with Namjoon and me? We’ve had a long day.”
“Sure,” YN says, “But let me finish up with Hobi first.”
They play well past two AM. When the sound of the TV finally stops, Namjoon finds YN passed out on top of Hoseok, the both of them fast asleep.
When award season rolls around, Bang PD hits the boys with a complete shocker.
“You can bring your girlfriends if you’d like,” he says casually, shuffling papers.
“What?” they say in unison, their shock causing them to forget not to speak at once.
“That’s what you’ve guys been up to lately, right? I may be old, but I’m not stupid. As long as they are prepared for the backlash.”
And with that, they’re dismissed. Pure excitement courses through their veins as they think about finally getting to show YN off.
However, their bubble is burst as a single, innocent though passes through Hoseok’s brain as they teleport home.
Who gets to be her boyfriend in public?
Instantaneously, a fight breaks out. The boys argue so loudly that they nearly wake YN up from her afternoon nap. As soon as they hear her begin to toss and turn under her blanket, they make their way outdoors.
“It should be me,” Yoongi insists.
“Oh please,” Hoseok scoffs, “No one’s going to believe that you ever left the studio long enough to get a girlfriend.”
Offended, Yoongi looks taken aback before his expression hardens. He’s preparing to give Hoseok what for when Namjoon interrupts.
“I’ve spent the least time with her recently. Between comforting Yoongi’s moody ass and playing games with Hoseok until the buttcrack of dawn, I’ve hardly gotten to be around her at all.
Sope find themselves without a proper response.
“It’s settled then. She’s going with me. YN, dear!” he calls out, walking back into the house, “Guess where we’re going next week!”
Nervously, YN checks her reflection in the mirror for the millionth time in the last hour.
“You look gorgeous, YN. Stop fretting,” Yoongi says from his place relaxed on the couch.
“Absolutely perfect,” Hoseok agrees.
In all honesty, the two of them are quite nervous. YN looks gorgeous, definitely. Matter of fact, that’s the entire problem. She looks like heaven on Earth and they’re supposed to pretend that she’s simply their bandmate’s girlfriend.
Hoseok pulls at his tie, hoping the night goes by quickly.
But it doesn’t.
Each moment drags on forever. Painfully slow, Yoongi has to watch YN laugh with Namjoon, placing her hand on his shoulder and pretending like she can’t see the longing look on Yoongi’s face. At one point Hoseok reaches for her hand and YN turns away from him, pretending not to see.
Pretending, pretending.
And finally, finally when it’s almost over, the boys stand for their final photograph. Namjoon brings YN close and kisses her, the cameras going berserk as Hoseok and Yoongi see red, absolutely furious. It’s all they can do to force a smile until it’s time to leave, making up an excuse not to celebrate with the others.
As soon as they get home, Hoseok has his hands around Namjoon’s throat, Yoongi not far behind.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Yoongi shouts at Namjoon, pain and anger lacing his tone.
Namjoon grins, hand coming up to pry Hoseok’s hand away from his airway. Yoongi, overcome, socks Namjoon right in the jaw.
“STOP IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” YN cries out, rushing into the fray and pulling them all apart, “WHAT’S BEEN WRONG WITH YOU LATELY?”
None of them can meet her eyes, all ashamed of themselves for upsetting her.
“FOR THE PAST MONTH YOU’VE ALL BEEN A MOODY MESS! What am I supposed to think, huh? You’re not telling me anything! I don’t know what’s wrong . . . I don’t know how to help!”
YN’s face is red from screaming, her blotchy face giving away the fact that tears are soon coming.
All at once, the three of them rush to comfort her, pulling her in close.
“We’re sorry, YN” Namjoon says, “So so sorry.”
“It’s all our fault,” Yoongi agrees, stroking her hair.
“You’d think sharing a soul would mean we’d always get along but . . .” he pauses, looking away from YN’s sniffling face to Namjoon and Yoongi, “I guess we don’t know how to not get jealous.”
Saying it aloud makes him realize how ridiculous they’re being. They cringe in tandem.
“Jealous? Of what? Of who?”
“I . . . each other I guess. It’s stupid. We’re sorry,” Namjoon says, embarrassed.
“You know I love all of you right? That my soul is bonded with each part of yours,” YN says, face softening at their ashamed expressions, “There’s no reason to be jealous.”
“We’re sorry,” they say, refusing to look at her.
“It’s okay. Just tell me when you feel this way next time, okay? I love spending time with all of you. You’re all precious to me.”
YN opens her arms and they step into them, feeling their connection grow even stronger.
There will be bumps in the road, but they’ll overcome them. They are soulmates after all.
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Kinkmas Party 1- Legs
A/N: sorry this is so late! December is a rough month for me and work got very stressful and I actually a few times had a mental breakdown so I’m trying my best. Also, this is probably the worst thing I’ve ever written so whoops🤷🏻♀️
Warning: smut, thigh riding, bad author
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You sat on the bed, watching as Seonghwa looked through his closet, trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight’s occasion. KQ was having a Christmas party and were allowing family and friends of staff to attend as well. It was a big deal for him since most of the company had never met you. Your relationship was kept pretty quiet, you really only spoke to the other members and his managers. He was excited to finally show you off, while you were a giant ball of nerves.
Your eyes followed down his back to the towel wrapped around his waist. The blue fabric clung to his hips, slightly lower than it should be. You could feel your own wetness starting to pool as you thought of taking the towel off him and spending the night in your bed instead of making small talk with strangers.
“You think this would look okay?” He asked, pulling out a hunter green turtleneck and turning to you.
You snapped out of your daze and blinked a few times before regaining your composure.
“Not the green one, it’s too typical, try the black one.” You said, voice slightly shaken.
“Stop staring at my ass.” He chuckled before turning back to the closet.
“Do we really have to go? I know they’re expecting us but, can’t you just tell them you’re sick or something? I wanna stay here with you.” You said to him, kicking your feet back and forth, trying to keep your gaze off him.
“You mean you wanna stay in bed with me and have me wreck you for hours.” You could hear the humor in his voice.
“Is that so bad?” You muttered.
He laughed again, setting the shirt down on a chair with the rest of his outfit and sat down next to you.
“Don’t you wanna see the boys? It’s been a while. They’ve been asking about you.” He said, brushing hair out of your eyes.
“Of course I do, I just....I feel like we haven’t had time together recently. You’ve been so busy and I understand and I’m not mad about it but, this is the first night we’ve had in weeks where you don’t have to be up early in the morning and we’re spending it at your company. I’ve missed you Hwa.” You pouted.
You knew it wasn’t exactly fair to complain about his work schedule since he had no control over it, but you had a point.
“I know and I’m sorry. I’ve been a bad boyfriend and I promise I’m going to make it up to you. Tomorrow we’ll spend the whole day together and I’ll make sure I get an extra day next week and I’ll take you out. You think you can put up with me being a bad boyfriend for one more night?” He asked, the sweetest smile on his lips.
“You’re not a bad boyfriend so stop saying that. Can we at least be late? I’ve really, really missed you.” You said, moving his towel away from his legs, exposing his thighs. You ran your fingers lightly over one, looking at him with the most seductive yet pouty face you could pull off.
“Baby we really don’t have time. San is picking us up and is already on his way.” He tried to persuade you.
“We can be quick.” You countered, your hand traveling higher up his thigh.
“You know I don’t like to half ass anything.” He said, earning another pout from you, making him chuckle. “Are you really that needy baby?”
You nodded, your own thighs pressing together.
His smile turned darker as he pulled his towel off, then pulled you onto his lap to straddle his right thigh. He tugged up the bottom of you dress to your waist, your core meeting his toned thigh, making you gasp.
“Will this do baby? If you ride my thigh, will that hold you over until I can get you home again and properly make love to you?” He asked, sweetly as if he were asking where you wanted to go on a date.
“Hwa,” You whimpered, grasping his shoulders for balance.
“Come on baby, we don’t have a lot of time and I don’t want you to be needy all night. Who knows who will take the chance to steal you.” He winked.
His placed his hands on your hips and started moving your hips slowly back and forth, trying to get you to move on your own. The friction felt incredible but you definitely needed more. You preferred his cock but you were more than fine with his thigh for the time being.
You leaned in and tried to kiss him but he leaned back, confusing the hell out of you.
“Don’t wanna mess up your lipstick baby. You spent an hour on your makeup and the least damage we can do to it, the better.”
As much as you wanted to kiss him, your heart melted at how considerate he was towards the art that was your makeup. He leaned in and pressed his lips to your neck, littering the skin there with kisses and small licks. He was careful not to leave any marks as much as he wanted to.
The love he was showing to your neck gave you the motivation to move faster on his thigh, finally allowing yourself to let the moans fall from your lips. Seonghwa flexed his thigh every now and then, squeezing your hips and ass, urging you to go faster.
“You’re such a good girl for me baby.” He groaned in your ear, you could feel his cock touching your leg, hard and aching to be touched. “How could I have left you untouched for so long? You deserve to be worshiped every second of every day. You’re an absolute goddess and I’m so lucky to have you.”
His words made you clench around nothing, the familiar feeling in your center starting to grow. Still this wasn’t enough for you. You reached over and took his cock in your hand and wasted no time in setting a fast pace. He hissed at the touch, his grip on you so hard he was sure to leave bruises.
“Baby, what are you doing?” He asked, not expecting you to touch him but definitely not upset by it.
“Want you to feel good too.” You panted. “Please, I need it.”
He groaned at your words, his head falling forward into the crook of your neck.
“Fuck, I don’t deserve you. You’re so damn good to me.” He moaned, pulling your hips along his thigh.
It wasn’t long before he was at the same point you were. The fire ball in your belly was about to explode and you knew that he could tell by the way you were moaning his name.
“Come on baby, cum for me. I need you to cum for me babygirl. Fuck...you’re so beautiful when you cum baby, let me see your pretty face.” He said, pulling back to look at you.
You focused solely on the movement on your hips and the sounds he was making and when he let out one particular moan, you cried you, your hips stilling and your vision blurring slightly.
You fell forward, clutching onto him for dear life, trying your best to catch your breath. You hadn’t noticed when it happened but at some point, your hand had stopped moving and was now covered in his own climax. You pulled back to look at him, his hair slightly disheveled and his lips red and swollen.
“Did I get any on your dress?” He asked, looking down at your hand.
You looked yourself over, thankfully it appeared everything had landed on his own thigh or your hand.
“No, we’re good. Is my makeup trashed?” You asked him.
He shook his head, wiping your hand off with his towel.
“Not even a smudge.” He smiled sweetly at you.
“Thank god for Urban Decay.” You muttered, rolling off him and on to the bed.
“You didn’t have to do that, you know.” He said, wiping himself off. “It was supposed to be all about you. I could have waited.”
“Knowing I make you feel good turns me on more than anything.” You confessed. “I could listen to the sounds you make for hours and finish just by looking at you.”
Seonghwa blushed and leaned down this time to actually kiss you on the lips.
“You’re an absolute angel and I don’t know what I would do without you.” He said. “Now go change your panties. You totally destroyed these pair.”
“Yes sir.” You winked, hoping the pet name might rile him up again.
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Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Nine - Pogue Style
Word Count: 3.1K
Summary: Aria has the time of her life with JJ and the Pogues.
Warnings: Making out, explosions, implied smut, cursing, and the Pogues doing crazy shit I guess
A/N: I had a blast writing this one. I just love the Pogues and their chaotic energy. Sorry for not posting for a few days. I’m taking my time writing these parts and I’m still trying to figure out where I want this to go. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy! (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don't own the show or any of the characters.)
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I’m starting to believe that the past is actually coming back to bite me in the ass. It has been a couple of months of Jennifer being gone. She still calls me occasionally to see how I’m doing along with the family and everyone else. Lately, my parents from my understanding are giving her space. However, they’ve been arguing a lot lately, and when they’re not, they are avoiding each other. I couldn’t help but notice that my dad hasn’t been around the house lately, not that I’m complaining, but it has been making me suspicious. He’s been acting a bit weird lately. He works on the mainland, so normally he’s only here on the weekends, but now here’s rarely ever here.
Today was just another normal day around the house. I’m currently doing homework at the kitchen island, while mom is cooking dinner and talking to Damian. Everything was going just great until the front door slammed shut. All three of us look up in confusion. In charges a very angry Claude. None of got the chance to ask what was wrong before he plucked my phone from my hands and threw it across the room. The sound of a shattered screen could be heard throughout the house.
“What the fuck?!” I yell, which surprises me. Normally I don’t have the guts to yell at my dad. “You lying little bitch!” He shouts. “Claude! What is wrong with you?!” My mom yells. “She has been lying to all of us this whole time!” He shouts. “What the hell are you talking about?” Asked Damian. “I just got off the phone with the private investigator. He knows you dropped Jennifer off at the ferry. He’s seen the text messages between you guys.” His words make me freeze. Everyone’s eyes were on me.
“Are you kidding me? You hired a private investigator to find her? When are you going to take the hint that she doesn’t want to see you?” I spit. “I don’t care what she wants! And I don’t appreciate you going behind my back and helping Jennifer run away.” His eyes filled with rage. “For god’s sake dad, she’s a grown woman! She’s not obligated to live here! She’s finally happy! Just leave her alone!” I quickly gather my things. “You’re not going anywhere. You tell me where she is!” He follows after me. I sprint to my car and lock the doors. I jump high when his body slams against the vehicle.
“This isn’t over! Get out the fucking car right now!” I speed away leaving my dad yelling to the top of his lungs. That man needs some serious help. I pick up the cracked phone. My screen is completely shattered and the phone itself is barely working, much to my dismay. I wanted to call JJ, but that idea was thrown out the window, like my phone, so I just continued to drive towards the chateau hoping that JJ was there.
I pull up to see that the van wasn’t anywhere near the fish shack, but I was more than delighted to see JJ’s bike parked. I check his room, having no luck, so I go outside and follow the sound of music. I find him resting in the hammock, vape in hand, and blanket covering his body from the brisk air. “Hey babe.” I greet him, making his head snap towards me. “Hey, babygirl. Wasn’t expecting to see you. C’mere.” He made room for me and lifted the blanket. “You’re like the best boyfriend ever. You know that?” I snuggle into his warmth. He just smirks. “I know. You moaning my name already says enough.” I lightly smack his chest, before taking a hit from his vape.
“We should runaway together.” I suggest. This catches his attention. “Where did you have in mind beautiful?” I take a couple seconds to think. “Somewhere tropical. Like Spain, Italy, Greece or Monaco. I’ve always wanted to see Europe. We can have a little house on the beach. We can get that dog you’ve always wanted. Fix up that Chevy Camaro. Think about it baby. Wake up to have morning sex, then shower sex, make breakfast, surf all day, have beach sex, drive for a little while, have dinner, then end the night with even more sex.” I ramble on. This makes him laugh. “Someone’s horny. But that does sound nice.”
“Of course, it does. I came up with it.” I let the weed relax my body, enjoying the high. “What brought this on anyways?” He asked curious. “Oh, the usual. My dad being an asshole. Fucking threw my phone across the room.” “What crawled up his ass?” “He found out I helped Jennifer runaway.” I sigh. “How?” “He apparently hired a private investigator, fucking psycho. He’s such a control freak. She’s in her early twenties, if she wants to live in Boston, who cares? Hell, I just turned eighteen and he thinks he has complete control over me still.” I huff.
“I know the feeling babe. Trust me, once we finish school, we’ll be out of here before you know it. We can fuck each other all day with no cock blocking.” The two of us laugh. We let the time pass as we vape and kiss. The kissing soon escalated into a full blown make out session. His tongues slips into my mouth while his hands find my ass making me giggle. I let my hands venture under his shirt, feeling his nicely toned body. “Jesus shit your hands are freezing.” He shivers. “I can think of a few ways to keep each other warm.” I say suggestively, before connecting our lips again. He rolls on top of me, trapping me under him. He attacks my neck with kisses.
“Cool off you two!” A voice interrupts our session, along with a water gun, hitting JJ’s back. The two of us looks up to see the whole group of pogues along with Sarah. “When the hell did this happen?” John B asked, water gun still in his hands. “Oh, you mean the make out session? A few minutes ago.” JJ attempts to dodge the question. “Not that dipshit. You guys dating. How long has that been going on?” JJ’s face scrunched trying to remember. “Like since that get together at Charis’s.” Both Pope and John B’s eyes nearly popped out.
“About time you two came out.” Said Kie. The two clueless boys whip their heads towards her. “You knew?” They asked astonished. “Yeah, so did Sarah and Charis.” “So much for no secrets among pogues.” Muttered Pope. “Sorry to interrupt your guys’ dumbassery, but can I help you? We were kind of in the middle of something.” JJ interrupts. “As a matter of fact, yes. We were planning on doing some stupid shit. You two in? Or are you guys just going to sit here and bump uglies all day?” John B aimed the water gun at us. “Okay! We’ll join you guys! Just put the damn thing down.” We got up from the hammock. “That’s the spirit. Now, get it in the van children.” He smiles. “Spoken like a true pedophile.” Says Pope.
I think it’s fair to say that I was not expecting the day to go like this, but it’s better than going home. “So, what are we doing?” I asked still unclear what the guys were planning. “Well, for starters we’re hitting up the store, Kie and Sarah were nice enough to offer to buy food and drinks, and then the rest is a surprise.” Explains John B. “This should be interesting.” Says JJ. The six of us jump out of the van and stroll our way into the store, ready to terrorize the isles and poor shoppers.
We grab a shopping cart. Sarah jumps into it after calling dibs, earning a glare from the store clerk. We head straight to the candy isle, burying Sarah in M&Ms, Watermelon Sour Patch Kids, Kit Kats, Jolly Ranchers, Skittles, Pop Rocks, Twizzlers, Hubba Bubba and Snickers. “We’re overdosing tonight guys.” Smiles Sarah. We then grab a bunch of chips. Our next stop was the snack isle. John B grabs a shitload of Cheez Its, while Pope grabs fruit snacks. At one point, I had Kie on my shoulders as she attempted to grab a box of Gushers sitting at the top shelf.
“Welp, I think that’s everything guys.” Says Kie, motioning to Sarah, here head the only body part that’s visible due to being buried by all the junk food. “I can’t move guys.” She laughs. As we make our way towards the checkout, we spot Rafe, Kelce and Topper along with more friends talking. JJ gets this brilliant idea to grab the store speaker phone and disguises his voice before announcing, “Paging Topper Thornton. I repeat Topper Thornton. We have your order of extra small condoms ready at the front desk. Thank you.” We all rush to the check-out to pay for our things giggling, before Topper and his friends come to beat our asses. Once we reach the parking lot, we all burst out laughing.
“Did you guys see his face?” JJ asked wheezing as we loaded the groceries into the vehicle. “Maybank! I’m gonna kill you!” We look over to see Rafe, Kelce, Topper and the rest of the crew charging towards us. We all quickly gather into the van, barely escaping from the Kook death squad. “Yo, John B! Slow down a little!” JJ commands before grabbing a snickers and a condom out of his wallet, before opening the side door, to see Topper on our tails.
“Here man have a snickers! Oh, and here’s a much larger condom for you man! Don’t worry you’ll grow into it eventually!” He laughs chucking them at the poor kook. “Screw you dirty pogues!” He yells as we drive off laughing. This is way better than sitting at home. Together we laugh, sang and ate as John B drove us to the surprise location. After a while, we all grew impatient, wondering where the hell he’s taking us, as we look out to see we’re practically out in the middle of nowhere on the island. We finally reach a location, of what looks like an abandoned amusement park.
“Where the hell are we?” Asked JJ, who’s head sat in my lap. “Exactly what it looks like. The OBX Fair Grounds. It’s been abandoned for like over a decade now. It’s the perfect place to do a bunch of stupid shit.” John B smiled feeling accomplished. I must say it was definitely fun to have the whole park to ourselves and boy did we have some fun. Such as, climbing roller coasters that were definitely not stable, venturing into creepy mirror mazes, and drinking on the carousel, while playing a good game of Cards Against Humanity.
As of now, me and the girls are playing another round when the boys came back rolling a bunch of bumper cars. That’s when John B and JJ begin setting them at the top of this small hill. “What the hell are you guys doing?!” I asked bewildered. “We’re gonna race these bad boys down the hill. Winner gets a twenty!” Shouts John B. “I’ll squirt you guys on the way down!” Pope yells holding up the water gun. “I highly recommend you don’t do that!” Yells Sarah. “Don’t worry! Those bushes over there should stop the cars.” Says JJ. It’s at times like this where I wonder how I ended up dating a literal five-year-old. “That doesn’t sound right babe!” I yell. Kie just scoffs. “JJ! I think what your girlfriend is trying to say is that you guys are a bunch of fucking morons!” She yells.
“Fuck off!” Yells JJ, earning an eye roll for Kie. “It’s a miracle that men aren’t extinct, due to the stupid shit they do.” Says Kie, which Sarah and I nod our heads to as we watch the two boys situate their selves in the number carts. “On your mark. Get set…go!” The boys push their cars, speeding down the hill screaming. John B’s car begins to drift. “You’re gonna crash!” Sarah yells to her boyfriend. “No, I’m not!” Not even 3 seconds later, he crashes into a gate, earning a cackle from JJ. “Suck on that loser, better get that twenty-“ JJ doesn’t get to finish his sentence when his car crashes through what looks like a closed off booth. “Dumbass.” Mutters Kie.
“You guys okay?” I asked. The two just got up and whooped. “Let’s do that again!” Shouts John B. “Holy shit! Guys I just found a bunch of fireworks.” JJ grabs one and points at the booth. “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s light these bad boys up!” JB yells as all the boys run back up to us. “Yes, John B. Let’s let everyone know that we’re setting off fireworks in the abandoned amusement park that we’re currently trespassing.” Kie said in a sarcastic tone.
“How about this, we’ll just set off one, and take the rest of them back home?” Pope suggests. “Those things are like a decade old. Do they even work?” I asked. JJ just smirks. “Only one way to find out.” He says and proceeds to light the rocket. We all stand back as the spark is close to reaching its end, only for the rocket to fall over, aiming for the whole firework shack. “Oh shit!” “Fuck!” “Run!” All of us curse and begin to run the other way. The rocket shoots into the direction of the shack, before exploding. It then sets off a chain reaction, making all the fireworks go off at the same time, exploding the whole firework tent.
The sound of the all the fireworks going off at once and the explosion makes me cover my ears as we all continue to run and scream, attempting to make distance between us and the explosion. It felt like a long time before the sound of exploding fireworks came to a halt. We decide to look back, only to find that the tent had caught on fire, along with some more standing by it. The black smoke begins to cloud the sky. All of us stand there in pure shock.
“What the hell did you do JJ?” Screamed Kie. “That wasn’t my fault! It malfunctioned!” He defended himself. “Guys, not the best time to argue! We need to get the hell out of here! The cops and fire department have probably already been notified of the explosion and fire going on right now! And we’re a ways away from where we parked.” Pope distinguished the conversation. “Let’s haul ass people!” JB shouts and no one hesitates to resume to running.
All of our lungs began to burn, sweat was beading down our bodies, and our legs were close to giving out as we ran across half of the damn park, before reaching the van. That’s when we hear the nearby sirens. “Everyone in?” JB and Sarah look back to make sure no one was left behind. “GO, GO, GO!” We all scream, the van’s tires make a screeching noise and all of us are thrown back as we speed away from the scene. All of us sit back as we try to catch our breath, adrenaline pumping through our veins. JB decides to take a different route, hoping to avoid the authorities.
“Holy shit. Did that seriously just happen?” I asked still in shock, I must be fucking dreaming. This is not how I thought my day would be turning out. “Hell yeah! Pogue style baby! That’s what I’m taking about!” JJ smiles and puts his arm around me. We all began to laugh at how crazy and ridiculous the whole situation was. Our moment is cut off by Sarah’s phone ringing. “Who’s that?” Asked JB. “It’s Charis. Hello?” Sarah puts her on speaker.
“What the fuck did you pyromaniacs do?” Charis’s voice could be heard throughout the van, making all of us giggle. “What are you talking about?” Sarah plays dumb. “I’m talking about that big ass explosion and smoke in the sky that everyone can see!” She shouts. “Oh that? That wasn’t us.” Sarah played it off all nonchalant. “Bullshit.” “Oh, c’mon Charis. Why would we be start going around blowing up shit?” Asked John B. “Why wouldn’t you guys start going around blowing up shit?! And why wasn’t I invited?!” We all started laughing at Charis. “Uh oh, I’m losing signal. I’ll call you back later. Love you. Bye!” Sarah hangs up the phone.
“Is this a normal day for you guys?” I asked. “Pretty much.” Everyone says at the same time. Damn, I should’ve started hanging out with these guys a long time ago. I have never had this much fun in my whole life. The whole way home we all screamed and sang along to our favorite songs, until we pulled up to the chateau. We all exit the vehicle, still pumped up, so we decided to start a bonfire. Despite the fact that we already started one.
We all sat around the fire roasting some hot dogs and marshmallows. I was snuggled into JJ’s lap, blanket wrapped around the two of us. He takes his roasted marshmallow, before smearing some on my cheek. I look up at him before smearing some of mine on his nose. He leans down and crashes his lips against mine in a sweet kiss. “Get a room you two!” JB throws a marshmallow at the two of us. JJ just gives him the finger. He hugs me tighter nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. “I don’t want you to go home.” He whispers placing a kiss on my neck. “I’m not going back home. At least not tonight. I don’t feel like dealing with my dad and his bullshit.” I yawn before taking a sip of my beer.
“You tired?” He asked. “Nah, the night is still young.” I yawn once more, making him chuckle. “C’mon, let’s go to bed.” He pulls me off the ground, wrapping his arm around me, my arm hooks around his waist. The pogues begin to make moaning noises. “Mm, JJ fuck me.” “Fuck! Right there baby.” “Harder JJ!” “Give me that Big J!” They all teased, earning another finger from JJ. “Night you horny shits.” He waves them off. “Night!” They all say.
The two of us, make our way to his room knocking into stuff, a little drunk. The two of us giggle as he picks me up and kicks the door shut before throwing me onto the bed. We throw our clothes off across the room. “I’m still kinda feeling the adrenaline rush.” He confesses as he litters my breasts with kisses. “Then let’s put that energy to good use.” I suggest, before biting my lip trying to contain my moan when he finds my sweet spot. “Let them hear babygirl. Let the whole world hear. I need to make sure they all know you’re mine.” He kisses my lips. “I’m forever yours.”
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Go On, Smile - Marilyn Manson x Reader
Synopsis: You and the band terrorize the local mall. AKA The totally fictional, fucked up origins of the samples from Cake and Sodomy.
Notes: Portrait era! Warning for intentions of assault (not from Manson) and general immature debauchery.
There's nothing left to do in this town.
You, your boyfriend, and a few members of his band that aren't still sleeping, are wandering around the small town they're set to perform tonight. The venue's gonna be tiny, just like the town, but at this point, any gig is a good gig. They're touring their asses off to promote their first studio album, an album nobody thought could possibly get produced. Lots of touring meant a few shitty stops (okay, a fair amount), and it meant days of either doing drugs in hotel rooms, pasting flyers around the city, or trying to do normal things.
"We could vandalize buses," Jeordie suggests.
"There's only one bus that comes by here, once every hour at half past sharp," Pogo replies, staring at the palm of his hand. "I've been watching it."
"What about the mall?" you suggest.
"Does barbie want to go shopping?" Pogo mutters. You throw a crumpled up fast food bag from the ground at him.
Brian finally speaks up. "The mall's not a bad idea, actually. There might be makeup stores there, I can swipe some pancake shit for tonight's show."
Now that their fearless leader had spoken, everyone grunted their own form of agreement, getting up off the park bench.
Making it to the mall, Jeordie runs over to the directory. "I'm going to the candy store." Pogo seems to like that idea, and the two walk off. Brian calls after them.
"Assholes! Meet us back at the doors by six, we've got a show to get to!" He turns to you, taking your hand and rolling his eyes. "As if they don't get enough drugs. Now they need sugar highs too."
The two of you walk toward the drugstore to check out the makeup. Brian immediately heads over to the lip aisle, and starts pocketing some reds and plum colours.
"You know... I wouldn't mind a bit of candy," you tell him, swinging your hand with his, "A nice, big lollipop."
Brian licks his lips. "How would you lick it, baby? Swirl your tongue over the tip?"
"I'd get it all into my mouth, then when it hits the back of my throat, I'd swallow all that sweet sugar." Brian groans, starting to walk toward the candy store with you too, and you shrug. "But I'd settle for some sugar babies."
"You get the sugar babies," he smirks, "I'll get the sugar daddy."
"You are not a sugar daddy," you laugh. He scoffs.
"I could be!" He slides his hand down to feel up your ass. "I could be your daddy, babygirl."
"You're the same fucking age as me, and you've got no money."
He shakes his head. "Just give this record a little more time. Once Interscope pushes it and Portrait sells a billion copies, stadiums all over the world'll want Marilyn Manson to scare the crap out of their upstanding citizens. We'll be in demand! Then I can buy you all sorts of weird relics."
"Special," you smile, "Normal sugar daddies buy their babies diamonds. No, I get prosthetic hands and Eichmann's aluminum dentures."
"You love it."
"I do," you giggle, and his eyes suddenly take on that mischievous glint.
"Photo booth."
"Bri, really?"
"We gotta go in, and do a porno shoot."
"What?!"
"There's nobody around but us. Come on baby, let's take really fucking dirty pictures."
"You know, they probably save these somewhere to print them, right?"
"Good, you can flash your tits, make the mall cop jack off. Here, we can record, and put it on the new single, Cake and Sodomy! It'll be perfect."
You blush, and he pulls you into the little tent in the middle of the pathetically empty strip mall. He sets up the camera, closes the curtain, and you keep giggling.
"You go here," he sets you up on mark like a master movie director, and you check the screen, making sure the star anatomy is properly centered. Then you reach down and pull your top over your head, unhooking your bra. Brian bites his bottom lip.
"Shit, you're gonna make me have to jack off." You knee him lightly in the crotch playfully.
"Focus on the shoot, Spielberg." He puts his hands over your breasts from behind, and you yelp.
"Jesus Christ, Brian!"
"What?!"
"At least warm your hands up a little. God, it's like being fondled by the Grim Reaper!”
“Geez--”
“Boobs are very delicate things, okay, they're not like dicks, you can't just whip them out and expect--"
"Okay, alright, there. There! All warmed up. You happy?"
"Yes," you pout, and he kisses your cheek quickly, before darting forward to press capture and resuming his position. The first flash goes off, with Brian's hands grabbing your breasts. Second one begins to count down.
"What should we do, quick, what should we do?!" you squeal, laughing, and he looks around. He gets on his knees, bringing his face up, and sucks on your nipple for the third shot.
"Get your dick out," you urge, "Hurry, do it!"
He unzips his pants, and gets his dick as close as he can to the camera.
For the fifth shot, you get on your knees this time, holding Brian's dick and licking the tip as the last flash goes off. He presses play on his tape recorder, and you stand up, kissing him and making the sexiest noises you can.
"Alright.... mmm... mmmm!"
The two of you are laughing uncontrollably like children as you exit the booth with the printed strip. "Gorgeous," you nod, inspecting it.
"We're hot. I'd wanna fuck us," he says.
"God, same."
"We should use these as album art."
"Go for it," you shrug, "I'm sure it'd help sell all those billions of copies you promised." You bite your pinkie nail, looking back at the booth. "What if there were cameras that were watching inside, though? Like other cameras?" He massages your shoulders as you walk.
"I told you, there probably were. I already shoplifted, might as well be arrested for public indecency as well. It'll help my, uh... dangerous rock star image."
You groan, hiding your face in Brian's shoulder as you two keep walking.
You meet up with Jeordie and Pogo in front of the candy shop, Brian having shoved the strip down his back pocket. Jeordie has a bag full of sweets.
"What did you get?" you ask, burrowing inside it. He hands you some laffy taffy.
"I know you like this stuff."
"Jeord! I absolutely love you!"
"I know." He grins. "Hehe, Star Wars."
Just then, a big, hairy motherfucker of a security guard approaches you four quickly. He's an imposing figure, even on your 6'1 boyfriend.
"I promise I paid for all these gummy worms," Jeordie begins to tell him, but he looks at you and Brian.
"You the kids from the photo booth?"
You're too shocked to speak, so Brian, ever the antagonist, nods, sizing him up. "Yeah. Is there a problem?"
"You're going to have to come with me," the portly guard says sternly, and Brian shoves him off.
"Like hell, buddy."
The guard starts to take something out of the back of his belt, so before either of you can find out what, you stop him.
"Wait! Wait, it's okay. We'll go." You lean in to Brian pleadingly. "The most he can do is give us a warning. Don't get your show banned here over some stupid, bloated mall guy with a bone to pick."
"Fine." You and Brian turn, noticing Jeordie and Pogo had fled the scene. "Great friends," Brian mutters, and the two of you start walking.
The guard leads you into a dark, grimy room down some steps under the mall's CVS, where you see a bunch of security camera feeds, and... your topless photos displayed on one of them. It smells strange down here, like spoiled chicken and vaseline. The guard sits down.
"So. You think creating pornography in public is funny, do you?"
Brian lets loose a stream of vitriol you knew had been simmering. "I do. In fact, I think it's the most goddamn hilarious thing I've ever done, you stuffy old dickhead!"
"Brian..."
"You wouldn't know much about that though, since you're probably so miserable working overtime for a mall who sees the local crackhead walk through maybe once every month or so and that's it--"
"Brian."
"--Getting paid to sit behind a desk in the dark, eat donuts and creep on people like a glorified cam-stalker--"
"Brian!"
"I bet you liked looking at my girlfriend's tits, huh? You like em, you fucking pervert? Why don't you--"
The guard finally has enough, and gets up out of his chair, walking behind Brian and tying a gag around his mouth. You go to stop him, but he grabs some duct tape, and sits you down, tying your wrists behind the chair. He does the same to Brian, restraining him. Shaking in fear, you sit still, paralyzed, as the guard sits back down in front of you two.
"You kids now and your alternative lifestyles. Think that acting outlandish and wearing black, Satanic clothing that never would've flown in my day is the way to give us civilized folk here in this good, god fearing little town the middle finger, huh?"
He sneers down at your leather miniskirt, and then to Brian's thick platform boots, looking him up and down. He's not really helping disprove the man's point about outlandish clothes, with his lipstick and shaved eyebrows. You think you see Brian fiddle with something in his back pocket, but your attention is directed back to the guard.
"Performing sexual acts in my mall. You won't get away with that."
"What are you gonna do?" you whimper.
"Put on a little show of my own," he starts to smile sadistically. You start to feel cold all over. He doesn't mean...
Brian's eyes close. Of course the two of you had found the Buffalo Bill of mall cops. Fucking lucky. Well. It'd be a story for the show.
The man sits back. "Smile."
Brian watches the guy closely. "You touch her..." your boyfriend warns. You struggle to pull your restraints free.
"Smile for me," the guard repeats, growing impatient.
You swallow. "Just let us go. We're really sorry about the photos!"
He finally stands up, cracking a fist. "Go on smile, you cunt!"
Brian jumps up, and though his wrists are still bound like yours, he turns around to grab you, pulling you both to the door. He spits the gag out. "Run."
The two of you dash out the side entrance to the mall, and keep running until you can't hear the guard yelling anymore.
Jeordie and Pogo come out of the woodwork, quickly gathering around you.
"Fuckin' redneck tyrant!" Brian shouts back, grabbing and tossing Jeordie's milkshake at the building. Jeordie stares in longing at the destroyed strawberry goop on the ground, debating if the 5 second rule worked for drinks too. Pogo takes a switchblade out to cut you two loose.
"I got the perfect sound bites on tape we can sample for Cake and Sodomy, of you moaning like a whore and that guy being a general asshole," Brian tells you, and you roll your eyes.
"After nearly being killed by a psychotic mall cop, that's all you have to say? Typical."
"What did you guys even do?!" Jeordie asks.
You dig out the photo strip from Brian's back pocket, and pass it to the other guys. Pogo nods, stroking his goatee like a critic.
"That's art."
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The Lecture
Fandom: Marvel (Professor AU)
Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x F!Reader
Summary: You’ve noticed the professor you TA for has been a bit tense lately, so you figured out something that could help him let loose a bit.
Warning: smut - blowjob, semi-public, talks of psychology - i legit took out my old research methods of psych notes for this. haha
A/N: part of the Work Ethic AU
You’ve noticed these past two weeks how stressed Bucky’s been. Next week is midterms week so he’s been cramming to finish up lectures and complete the final exam, whilst also grading his classes’ drafts for their research papers. Luckily, you were there to lighten the load, but you also felt bad. With all the grading and lecture prep, you and Bucky haven’t had a very active sex life, preferring to put your jobs first. But now you see how much of a toll that’s taking on Bucky.
Your lives were so busy, you couldn’t even get a quickie in. You had to admit you were a bit frustrated, but you understood the circumstances. But it seemed like Bucky needed this. So, as you’re hiding under his usual podium where he lecture, you’re hoping he’d be okay with what you’re about to do.
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Bucky walks into the lecture hall donning his usual sweater, tie, and glasses. He sets his satchel onto the table beside the podium, pulling out his lecture notes as well as plugging his flash drive into the computer. When he pulls up today’s lesson and then moves to the podium, clicker and notes in hand. On the podium, there’s a note from you with an arrow pointing down and a message saying: Just go about lecture. I’ll take care of the rest. -Y/N
His brows furrow in confusion and then he jolts when he feels a hand cup his crotch. He looks down and you peek your head from behind the curtain of the podium. You give him a wink that immediately sends jolts down his body and to his cock. He smirks and thinks to himself, Naughty girl.
As soon as the clock hits ten, Bucky clears his throat and the class falls into silence. He presses ‘next’ on his clicker and the first slide appears, giving short bullet points that students begin to write down as he starts his lecture.
“So we left off at the beginning of ethics. Reminder, ethics are behaviors that are guided by the sense of right and wrong. In our case, they are the set of rules that psychologists follow as to how to and not to treat the participants in their research.”
He changed the slide and continued on, “The Nuremberg Code are the set of research ethics principles that came as a result of the human experimentation of POWs b-” he chokes a bit when he feels your hand slip into his slacks pull out his semi-hard cock,” b-by the Nazis. There are the APA Ethical Principles and the ten specific ethical standards that will be on the final and I expect you to know all of them.”
He takes a deep breath as your hand begins to pump his length. He clears his throat and moves his notes around to try to keep himself grounded. God, this was so risky. You’re pleasing him in front of fifty plus students and they don’t even know. The thought was so anxiety inducing yet so arousing. Bucky never thought he’d so something as risky as this, but then again, he can never say no to you. He was wrapped around your finger.
He clears his throat and continues, stumbling over his words a bit, “T-The Belmont Report is one that concerns the ethics and care in research. It contains three principles, can anyone tell me what those principles are?”
A few students raise their hands and Bucky immediately picks on MJ, because he knows she’ll talk for a good minute or two, “Go ahead, MJ.”
She begins to speak, but Bucky’s ears are ringing as he feels your tongue give kitten licks to his now leaking tip. He nods his head, appearing to MJ and the class that what she’s saying is right. He knows she is, she’s one of the smartest in his class.
“Good. G-Good. Continue,” he says.
You take that as the ‘okay’ for you to lower your mouth fully down his length. Both of Bucky’s hands are white knuckling the podium because he knows that if he got a hold of you, he’d stuff his cock down your throat, hearing the beautiful sounds of you gagging, but he can’t have that right now, can he? So he has to refrain himself.
MJ finishes and Bucky gives a strained, grateful smile, “Good. Right, MJ. So now that we have all of that, we can work on review. Starting way back in-” Bucky lets out a cough because he’s hit the back of your throat and the heat and wetness of your mouth just feels so fucking good. He’s trying to cover up his moans. Beads of sweat are starting to form on his face and he’s sure he’s looking a bit red.
You lean forward, taking all of him in your mouth, your nose hitting the underside of his rounding belly. He takes a sharp intake of breath, the exhale being loud and ragged.
“Y-You’ll have to excuse me, I-I’m not feeling all that well today.” he apologizes to his class.
One of his students, Flash, hollers from the top of the seating, “Maybe you should end class early!”
The class, as well as Bucky, chuckle, “You’re not getting out of this Flash. You guys need to review. This midterm is a large portion of your overall grade.” he clears his throat again and clicks next on his slideshow, pulling up the notes from the very first lecture.
While going over the review, you continue to pump, suck, and lick Bucky’s cock. You do your best to drive him to the edge, loving how he’s starting to lose control over himself. You smirk to yourself when you he starts to rock his hips back and forth into your mouth. You hope it doesn’t appear too obvious to the class, but then again, you figured they’re too busy trying to write down everything that Bucky is saying.
You pull his balls, and begin licking and sucking on them, while your hand his pumping up and down his length. You bite your lip to stop you from giggling to yourself when you hear Bucky let out a quite, “Fuck, baby,” under his breath. You could tell he was close.
But class wasn’t close to being over and you didn’t want to stay there in your little hide away doing nothing, so you begin to slow your movements. Bucky brings down a hand, rolled up in a tight fist, showing his frustration. You’ll probably be getting quite the punishment later.
Your strokes of his cock are now agonizingly slow. Bucky much preferred when you were pumping him fast and hard, your mouth sucking at his tip. Now you were just torturing him and it wasn’t fair.
Fuck, he’s going to have some sweet, sweet payback when all of this is over.
He rolls his neck and lets out a deep breath. Just focus on the lecture, Barnes. Don’t pay her any mind.
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You had to give Bucky credit. He was a real champ, taking in all the edging you were giving him. Every time he’s was near the brink of an orgasm, you’d pull away and slowing your motions. But now this was it. There was five minutes until class was over and Bucky couldn’t take it anymore.
“A-Alright, guys. You were great today. Go ahead and leave early.” as soon as those words were said, his students quickly packed up their things and headed out the door. He mentally cursed the few students that stayed back to speak with him because now you were really bobbing your head up and down his length.
With urgency, his answers were quick and short, but still polite so he didn’t appear rude to the students. Once the last student was out the door, Bucky let out a deep groan, “God fucking-shit!” he let his head hang back as your mouth and hands worked on his cock.
“Come on, babygirl, you’ve tortured me long enough. Lemme cum on that pretty face of yours.” you pull your mouth away, a string of drool falling from you mouth.
Bucky’s own hand wrapped around his cock as he started to jerk himself, “Mouth open for me, my darling girl. Oh fuck!” he hunches over the podium other hand gripping the edge while he finally cums. Ribbons and spurts of his seed fall onto your mouth and face, ever flowing out of his cock. It’s a big load, just as you expected.
He lets out a loud groan, his head resting on the podium as he lets go of his now softening length, “God dammit, Y/N.”
You giggle as you tuck him back into his pants, and crawl out from your hiding space. You let out a groan of discomfort. Your legs feeling sore and numb.
Bucky moans when he sees the mess he’s left on your face, “Jesus fucking Christ, baby.”
You reach into his pocket and pull out the handkerchief you know he always carries and you wipe your face, “Feel better?”
He lets out a chuckle, “After you tortured me for an hour and ten minutes? Hell yeah. But what was that for?”
“We’ve both been so busy with getting ready for midterms, we haven’t had sex or anything. And I’ve noticed how tense you’ve been, so I thought maybe a good orgasm would help you out.”
He snorted and shook his head, “Well, despite the edging, I do feel less tense. But shit, sweetheart, that was risky,” he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close, “And that shit wasn’t cute that you pulled.”
You smirk at your professor, your man, “You gonna punish me, professor?”
“Damn right, princess.”
“But you don’t have time,” you quipped, “You still have to finish making the midterm and looking over the drafts-”
“I’ll fucking make time,” he growls, quickly gathering your things and dragging you out of the lecture hall after making sure the coast was clear.
You think that that lecture went very well.
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Dating the boys! : Cncomuch
Prettymuch
|Brandon|
• So much cuddling
•You guys love going shopping together
•”Baby which color looks better?”
•”Both look absolutely amazing but definitely the red more then the yellow, it looks fire on you..... see what I did there”
•He’ll take you to the beach and taking many pictures of you
•”Brandon, are you done yet? My legs hurt”
•”Just give me like two more poses”
•You wearing his chains when he’s not home
•Him finding you
•”Are those my chains baby?”
•”No....”
|Edwin|
•Super shy around each other at first but getting over it after he makes a bad joke
•Making jewelry together!!!
•”Mi amor, that’s not where you clip it. Let me show you”
•Breakfast in bed? Yes ma’am
•Not wanting him to leave for rehearsal in the morning
•”Edwin please come back to bed and cuddle me for like five more minutes”
•”Okay, but if I get in trouble I’m blaming you loser”
•He hypes you up even when you have sweatpants
•”Ay, look at my baby looking fly as fuck”
“Ed.... I’m in your sweatpants and an oversized hoodie?”
•”Your point is?”
|Austin|
• Painting together is definitely the move
•Laying down while playing Mario Kart? Check
•”I’m gonna whoop your ass Porter”
•”Like hell you will”
•Jumping on his back because of how y’all he is
•You watching anime with him even if you don’t know what the hell is going on
•”Thank you for being there for me”
•”Of course Austin”
|Nick|
•”Sup sharkboy”
•”I guess you’re lavagirl then”
•Hyping him up when he dances at parties
•”YESS NICK, HIT THEM WITH THAT SHIT”
•Acting like a complete crackheads in the store
•”Nicholas, now why WOULD YOU RUN INTO MY FUCKING ANKLE WITH THE CART”
•”Babe stop putting this in the cart”
•”But I want it”
•Dates on top of dates with this man
•”Damn ma, kinda want you for dessert”
|Zion|
•You love pushing his buttons
•”Stop being a brat”
•Hugging his leg when he has to leave for tour
•”Baby don’t goooo”
•”I’m literally gonna fly you out during the tour but I have to leave babygirl”
•Him teaching you how to play Fortnite
•”I have come to the conclusion, THIS SHIT IS TRASH”
•”Aye take that back”
•Vibing to music on Instagram live? YES
•Him helping you manage your curly hair
•”Mamas let me finish you up. Your arms are probably tired”
•Literally you’re the only person to make him actually feel comfortable in his skin and the same for you
•HUGS LIKE LOTS OF THEM
Cnco
|Richard|
•Days with Aaliyah and Rich
•”I love having my two favorite girls together”
•Watching him dance on stage and him looking your way when he grinds
•”I seen your face during the performance baby. Don’t worry, I’ll do it at home later”
•Forehead kisses for daysss
•FaceTiming him with Aaliyah while they’re away
•”We miss you!!”
•Him just holding you in your time of need
•Pictures.... and more pictures
•Posting you on his Instagram story because he wants to “show the world his girl”
•Slapping your ass in public
•”Richard!! Stop”
•”Sorry but them jeans look mighty good”
|Christopher|
•Laughter.... just LOTS of it
•”Chris it’s not funny”
•”Lo siento amor” giggles some more
•Commenting on each other’s insta pictures
•”Mm daddy looks like a snack today👀”
•”Mi amor, ay 😍”
•Loves taking breaks from the phone and just talking
•Late night phone callsss
•Falling asleep on the couch of the dressing room
•”Buenos días sleeping beauty”
•”She’s my wife pero we’re not married yet”
|Erick|
•Being the youngest of the group together
•Hand holding at it’s finest
•”Oo guys they’re holding hands!!!”
•Him resting his head on your shoulder
•Running your fingers through his hair
•Him calling you beautiful 24/7
•”Look like beautiful mi amor”
•”Gracias bebé”
•Kisses are weird at first being that you guys were getting used to being in a relationship but it’ll come together later on
•Pulls you onto his lap because he wants to be close to you
|Joel|
•Has a lowkey relationship because he wants you to himself for a while
•Takes pictures of you because he simply wanted to
•Going to the gym together
•”On second thought, I’m tapping out”
•”Come onnn, you promised”
•Using puppy dog eyes and it works
•”You’re so lucky you look so damn cute princess”
•Loves tugging on his curls
•”Aye babe, stop pulling so hard”
•Such a shy and reserved couple
•”Don’t shave the beard!! That shit is sexy”
•Running your fingers on his abs and v-line
|Zabdiel|
•He picks you up from behind just because
•”Zabdi put me down” laughs in the process
•Pillow fights in hotels
•Him winking at you a lot
•Makes comments as if you guys aren’t already dating
•”¿Tienes novio?”
•”Sí pero he’s being a dummy”
•Play fighting to the max
•”No fair, you get an advantage because of your height”
•”Maybe you should grow”
•Him singing to you when you’re crying
#prettymuch#edwin honoret#nick mara#zion kuwonu#brandon arreaga#austin porter#cncomuch#erick brian colon#joel pimentel#richard camacho#zabdiel de jesús#christopher vélez#cnco
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