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mad-maximoff · 2 months

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We Met Again

Part 2 of When We Met since y’all asked so damn much! I just hope this one doesn't get censored too😅

Summary: You were on a 6-month-long mission with Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes only to come back to the compound and face Wanda.

Warnings: G!P reader, angst, making out, unprotected sex, ejaculation , soft sex turned rough, hair-pulling, breaking the bed (literally😂),

Word Count: 3,702

Prt 1 Here

"Welcome back Y/n, how was your little adventure with the boys?" Kate Bishop stood behind the bar making herself a pink alcoholic slush of some sort. You were covered in dirt and soot from head to toe. You just got off a mission with Sam and Bucky. You were in Egypt going about looking for a highly classified terrorist ring. Thankfully you got to them before they started their reign.

"Adventure my ass. I slept on the dirt while the boys slept in cozy beds like princesses. I tell you what I need is a shower and to take a well-deserved dirt nap in a real bed." You threw your weapons on the table halting at a chair and flinging off your boots. "I'll clean this shit up later Kat, I've been waiting for this." You turned to see Kate pouring herself a tall misshapen glass full of pink slush. "Sure thing Y/n, you and I are the only ones here I think. You want the rest?" She licked the side of her glass where she spilt. "Why not, might help me crash harder." You reached around Kate grabbing the whole blender. There was more than a mouthful left. You thought maybe it was strawberry daiquiri, so you thought nothing of it and chugged it. The first sip made you gag.

"Jesus Christ Bishop! Paloma? Really? What are you 40? You've been around Potts too long. Good lord.." You hated tequila, especially grapefruit. You polished it off not backing down leaving it on a table in the middle of the hallway. You knew there were empty beds not touched by any of the other Avengers. Basically new. It was funny really. Everything to you looked new but it was just the same as the last time you were down this hallway. Maybe it looked new because the last time you were here you were drunk with your pants around your ankles. Come to think of it. That table was new. You pivoted around noticing the table on further inspection. You saw a crack along the wall. Oh yeah, you remember. That was the spot. The spot where you and Wanda...

Yeah...Wanda...

You remember where her room was. You remember you crashed there after you both finished your fun in the hall. Curiosity killed the cat. You noticed the door was slightly cracked allowing light to shine through. But it was almost midnight, it wasn't natural light. It was from a light. Is she there? Did she forget to turn off the lights? Maybe. You pondered. Kate did say after all you two were the two here so it was bound she forgot. It's a common mistake.

You tip-toed over to her room letting your fingers creep through the part between the door and the wall slightly allowing the length of your fingers to pry the door a bit more. Your strength got the hold of you as it flung open. Wanda was sitting at the edge of her bed in her room, with her leg raised to lean her elbow on her knee, underneath her chin.

"Kate honey I told you for the third time today. We can drink and watch Sex and The City tomorrow. I don't feel up to it." She huffed watching the news. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes darting back and forth watching the live footage of whatever catastrophe happened. "So you're the one drinking Palomas huh?" You leaned in the door frame crossing your arms. You had to laugh. You never thought she was a cocktail girl. Though..you never thought she was the kind to give blowjobs either but you were surprised by both.

"Oh..it's you...no I don't drink that shit. She found Tony's recipe book for Pepper and his date nights and she's drinking like a fish...When did you come back to the States?" She was genuinely surprised to see me. Her leg fell from where it was prompted. Wanda stood up walking the length of her bedframe around to meet you.

You were shocked also. Maybe she wasn't showing yet? You swore you thought you'd come home and find her pregnant but unless she's super athletic or has it hidden she doesn't look like she's expecting.

"Ah 30 minutes ago. Um..stupid question.." You scratched your head looking down at Wanda then back up at her eyes. She laughed standing in front of you. Her hand reached to your cheek whipping the loose dirt from your undereye.

"Haha no! Unfortunately, I'm not pregnant. I don't know how. I always thought that first tries always work. I even helped you out a bit."

"Unfortunately? You wanted me to get you pregnant? Are you insane? You don't even know me and you want kids from me! I'm too young to have a family! Even with my powers...let alone, what gives you the right to choose for me!" You broke her hand away backing away. You had to leave or else there'll be bigger cracks in the wall.

"Y/n please, I never meant to hurt you. I just got confused that's all. You were so nice to me and after I lost Vis 2 times and lost my boys I just felt you comforted me. That's all." Wanda reached again grasping your bicep. You pulled away again this time hitting the wood casing around the frame with your elbow. The wood casing flew off behind you hitting the hallway floor.

"No! Don’t you dare touch me! All you cared about was yourself! Just because someone showed you comfort doesn't mean you let them cum inside you, Wanda! That's really fucked up! I'm sorry you lost your family but you can't just use me to play house!" You growled noticing your rage was becoming the better of you. Wanda through your eyes was becoming tiny. Her body language was making her small. Curling her fingers into the sleeves of her black cardigan, crossing her arm over to her elbow. She looked down at her bare feet letting out a shakey breath.

"I'm really sorry Y/n...I don't know what I was thinking. I've been so used to having people around me. That it feels weird to be by myself." Wanda's head was bowed letting her newly brown hair almost cover her head. A tiny tear ran down her blushed cheek wiping it away quickly.

All you saw was red. Not by Wanda's magic. But for some reason, you were enraged. How could you be this angry over something you fully did with Wanda 6 months ago? Maybe you do have a tiny bit of an anger problem. Little? In this case, that's an understatement.

You huffed feeling the hot pressure on your chest cool down to your stomach. You think seeing Wanda so visibly upset may have broken your cross attitude.

"Get used to it, Wanda." You had to storm off. If the conversation got any more heated; one of you was going to end up in a wall. And it was most likely going to be you. Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe if I get some sleep and a good shower I can speak to her more clearly.

You thought gliding to one of the newly furnished rooms.

Each room had its own bathroom. Tony is a playboy so obviously the bathroom was soundproof. The entire compound was all technology so a press of a button and the bedroom could be soundproof. You didn't need that tonight. You wished there was a switch to soundproof your head.

How could I snap like that? I haven't done that in years! What the hell was I thinking to begin with?! You felt like you could stand under the hot water for hours. It took two layers of body wash just to scrub away the dirt from your body and finally feel human. Maybe you were scrubbing off your anger with it in a sense. You had your little outbursts but this one almost made you black out. Your lofa scraped at your skin furiously, leaving little imprints everywhere. Your back flexed in the mirror examining your clean body. Your hips were women but your shoulders and torso were the shape of a man. You had average-sized breasts. They were nothing special, they were nice to look at but nothing that could turn any heads. Perhaps you could say they were bigger than average but you never noticed.

You got out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around your waistbone, as you inhaled walking to the foot of your bed your v-line showed every breath you took. You thought if someone was to walk in it would be less surprising seeing you topless instead of bottomless.

"Fuck...you got buff little one.." You gasped in fright hearing Wanda's quiet voice coming from the chair hidden next to the wall. Wanda's makeup was smeared all over her under her eyes. She was sniffling back what little tears she produced. She was crying heavily, using the sleeves of her cardigan. "What the fuck do you want now? Can't you see I'm busy? I'm not giving in to your mind games." You turned to face your back to her loosening the towel from your waist to dry your legs. You reached around putting on a pair of boxer briefs. You heard a creek come from the corner of your room knowing Wanda got up. Her bare feet were quiet on the hardwood but not quiet enough for you to hear.

"No mind games Y/n. I-I...wanted to apologize...you were right. I need to start learning how to be on my own. I deserve to be alone. I shouldn't have let you do those things to me." She held back a cry making her eyes gloss over.

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that. I was actually going to apologize to you. I don't know what came over me. I lost my temper too quickly. I haven't done that in years. I shouldn't have taken it out on you." Your hands lifted Wanda's chin to look at you, letting all of her hair fall back behind her shoulders. She looked like a baby raccoon. It was cute but you felt awful that she was crying because of you. "I'm so sorry Wanda." Wanda's hands placed around your hips, sliding herself closer to your body. You pulled her in deeper holding her close. Her head rested on your shoulder letting her finish her cries. Your hands caressed her skull, intertwining with her locs.

"It's okay..please, please stop crying. You're making me feel worse." You sat her down on the foot of the bed still massaging Wanda's head. She buried her face in your chest noticing her sobs being muffled into silent sniffles. One of your hands dropped placing it on her chest, directly on top of her heart. Her beats were rapid on the first touch, but once you dragged your fingertips along her skin she settled. Your other hand finally dropped rubbing her spine. She was frail in comparison to your body. Every muscle you flexed made it seem more apparent.

"Thank you," she sniffled, using her sleeve to wipe away her stained makeup. "Thank you very much Y/n. I feel like sometimes I can just go off the handle." Wanda wiped another tear with her sleeve again, the tears glossed in her eyes and made her pupils sparkle as she looked so passionately into your eyes.

"It's fine Wanda. We all go off the handle some days. I did it on you earlier. We just need to relax a little. The both of us."

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You and Wanda laid down together in silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence however, it felt somehow to you a healing silence. You two didn’t need to talk, that’s what got you two into shit before. Just cuddling together. Wanda laid her head on your bare chest. You threw on a random stupid movie on TV, it was one of those goofy movies that two dudes probably smoked a joint and started filming. You didn’t like it; Wanda found it comical. She’d laugh at the slightest action or joke. 15 minutes later however she was silent. You peered down checking up on her. Her eyes fluttered, she was falling asleep. You twitched which made her jump.

“Jesus…what’s happened?” She whispered. I knew she fell asleep for a moment. You could hear it in her tone. Groggy and low.

“Nothing sorry. My leg just spasmed. It’s okay, you can go back to sleep.” Your hand ran down Wanda's thigh. Her skin was soft just like you remembered.

“Shut up, I wasn't sleeping.” She giggled rolling her head the other way.

“Oh I'm sorry, I just saw the stucco on the ceiling coming apart so I thought you were snoring.” You joked.

“Fuck off!” She laughed sitting up on your lap. “I do not snore!” Her hands grasped a fist full of your bare breasts in either hand. It felt good to be handled again. As soon as her hands touched you that way, you instantly felt you were getting hard. It wasn't an embarrassment any longer. You had another one-night encounter after Wanda that made feel 10x better about your appearance.

“No, that's just loudly humming in your sleep isn't it?” Your hands tightened around her hips slowly moving them back and forth. Wanda sucked air through her teeth letting a little gasp. "Ohh-stop!" She laughed biting her lower lip. "You want something else don't you detka?" Her dress grazed the front of your boxers, just to tease you.

"Perhaps. This time, it's on my terms. This time." Your hands pushed down on Wanda's thighs rubbing your forming bludge on the fabric of her panties. Her brows raised, turning her cheeks into a rose colour. "Really? Would you still want to? Even after everything I did?..."

“Of course.” You freed your hands from her thighs, swishing a strand of her hair away from her face looking into her emerald eyes. She giggled again looking down at your chest. “You’re tits are huge Y/n.” Wanda’s hands clutched my full chest. "I don't think I saw them last time." She squeezed each handful. You whinced with her nails digging into your skin.

"Ha! Well, I hope you remember something else's size." You joked lightly tugging at your boxers. “Hmm..I think I definitely need a refresher.” Wanda tugged the hem of her dress; pulling it over her head as her arms whisked it to the floor. Wanda’s hands jerked at the elastic band around your hips. Your fairly large erection greeted both of you with a fair shock as it bounced its way to freedom. “Oh yes, I remember now.” Her tongue folded against the tops of her teeth. Your hands held a firm grip on either side of Wanda’s panties ripping them off. “Seems you don’t need this huh?” She giggled letting out a small whimper. “Fuck-…can we stop all this talking Y/n? I really need you.” Your fingers trailed along her mound going further in her slit. Her inner core was silk. Your finger slipped inside effortlessly. Her little sounds became more low. “Oh…g-god.” Her head dropped down making her lips lay on mine. "Stop fucking teasing me..." She groaned as her teeth bit the bottom of my lip. "Okay, you asked for it." You flipped Wanda onto her back. The bed's feet raised as the bed made a thump. "Did you want condoms?"

"N-no. No, Wanda, I can pull out." You bent down locking your lips with hers again. "Haha..sure, sure you can Y/n." Wanda's eyes glowed red again briefly. "Fuck no more games. Just let me fuck you by myself." Your fingers slid between Wanda's folds before slipping your cock inside. She gasped curling her fingers into the sheets. Your hands planted on the mattress on either side of Wanda's head. She uncurled her fingers from the bedsheets, moving them around your wrists. Her breaths were choppy trying to get ahold. You thought she looked so beautiful underneath you, the way her skin naturally glowed, her pearly white smile chewing her bottom lip, the way she looked at you. Not in a loving way just yet, in an adoring way? A needing way.

"Go on. Keep making those pretty sounds for me, sweetheart." Your hips dove in feeling her walls coating you effortlessly. Wanda’s whines grew deafening, her eyes did not stop turning shades of red.

“Oh shit…y/n…uh-…” Wanda's head rolled back on the mattress. Dropping her jaw open. You began to thrust with a heavy pace. Becoming quick with every moan that escaped Wanda’s lips. The bed frame formed a squeaking noise with each pump into the brunette. Wanda’s leg had a hard time trying to stay afloat around your hips, slipping every movement you two shared. You stopped pulling out briefly.

“What-..Y/n? Why did stop?! Continuă…” Wanda cried out allowing her hands to fall scratching your biceps. “I will, don't worry. Go flip on your stomach, on your knees and bend over.” Wanda sighed a sly smile flipping onto her knees, arching her back letting her chest lay on the mattress. She glanced over her shoulder with her hair covering her face. Your hand traced her temple softly, leading your fingers into the brunette's long strands. Grasping a fistful of Wanda’s hair. You peered down watching your cock twitch in anticipation with Wanda’s ass sway in the same feeling of suspense. Your other hand grasped Wanda’s thigh sliding your shaft back into her slick folds.

“Oh…fuck-” Wanda sucked air through her teeth tilting her head down with your hand still tight on her hair. You did begin to thrust slowly as you once did, you began to ram yourself deeply inside the witch as though you were pushing through air. Wanda's hand gave out mid-pump landing on her chest. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as she tried to move her head to a more comfortable spot. "Fuck...you have such a nice ass." You twisted Wanda's hair around your knuckles applying a forceful tug. Her head raised leaving a spot of drool on the sheets. "Uh-huh!" Wanda's head cocked further to watch you. Your hand jerked the fistful of Wanda's hair pulling her hair as hard as you could muster without ripping all of her hair out entirely. Her body lifted off the mattress onto her knees. Her back pressed on your chest laying her head on your shoulder. "Oh god!...Shit!" Your wrist could not take it anymore, you let go of Wanda's hair allowing it to fall behind your shoulder. Your hand relaxed on Wanda's thigh attaching every finger around the softest part of her leg. Wanda's arm flung around your throat holding herself up. "Shit...I'm going to cum..." Wanda's moans were silent as she took a small breath. "Huh? Good baby...me too." You sighed out feeling yourself climbing higher and higher up to your point of no return. "Do it Y/n." Wanda used her knees bouncing her body against you.

"Do what Wand?" You groaned in her ear smelling her sweet perfume sweat off onto you. "Cum in me...please..." Her cheek heated on yours as you felt her jaw lock open not letting another sound out. "Y-you sure? I don't know." You did not want to take that chance again, you had some rendezvous with a certain green bulky woman in Egypt, knowing you mastered your craft of pulling out. If you did not get her pregnant 6 months ago, hell, you couldn't do it again right?

"F-fine...you want me to cum inside you huh?" You huffed tightening your grip on Wanda's thighs, the wooden bedframe continued to rattle. The frame began to bell out with your knees ready to cave. "Yes! Yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"Cum inside me Y/n! Fill me!" Wanda's voice shrieked out letting go of a low-toned moan. "Oh god! I'm cumming!" Wanda grasped firmly on your neck vibrating her entire body. Her eyes glow red tracing red mists around both of your bodies. "Fuck!" The pressure within you exploded, you could not think if it was you that came or if Wanda had some help to speed it up. You felt your cock throb spewing out your cum in the witch. She tried her best to make her body stay still, her thighs would not stop fidgeting. You bucked your knees forward to have Wanda fall on her stomach as you fell with her. The bedframe finally gave way as the mattress hit the floor. You both hit a thump, Wanda chuckled under your body softly as she took a quick breath. "Well, shit. How do you expect to explain this to Tony?"

"We'll blame Kate," You sighed wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. "She got too drunk and we found her jumping on the bed. Agreed?"

"Agreed detka. Let's get out of here. We can go to my room." You arose to see the bedposts still standing but the wood beams holding the bed just fell. "Well, this was a great welcome back." You stretched out your arms above your head hearing the cracks of your shoulder blades. "I'd say so." You stood up from the mattress whisking your boxers off the floor.

"Y/n? You don't need those." Wanda sat up on her knees running her hands through her hair. You bent over as you picked Wanda up by her thighs and wrapped them around your waist. "Haha! I sure do. I don't want to scare Kate if we run into her." You took hefty strides over to the bedroom door, making your way down the hall to Wanda's room. Wanda draped her hands around your neck giving a sly little smile as she looked over her shoulder. Her wrist flicked a red mist, you witnessed the red mist run down the staircase doing nothing after it left the stairs. "There. She won't bug us. I put her to sleep for the night. Now, we can have more fun."

"Good. Let's hope I don't break your bed this time."

"Well, don't promise that. I'd love you to ruin me." Her finger traced along your jaw down your throat. "Ask, and you shall receive."

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duhnova · 11 months

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a challenge - choi seungcheol & jeon wonwoo

word count: ~1.5k

synopsis: a punishment thats not really a punishment

warning(s): smut under the cut (mdni!!!), dubcon?, spanking, multiple orgasms, squirting, fingering, masturbation, cum on body, reader is called a good girl & baby & princess, let me know if i forgot anything! - don't mind grammatical errors/typos (i tried and its 2am). this is literally just mindless, and its been sitting in my drive FOREVER… anyways i finally did something with it because of @multi-kpop-fanfics

it was safe to say that you should never challenge your best friends on who can fuck you better - especially when one of them has been your friends with benefits for months now. wonwoo wasn’t a possessive person, and he’d be damned if seungcheol could think he could fuck you better than him. which is where you found yourself right now, several rounds later, neither one of them wanting to back down but physically they needed to take a break and after you had orgasmed before either one of them gave you permission too it was only fair that you were punished.

seungcheol grabbed your hips to drag you to the edge of the bed where your legs hang off. he has a smirk on his face as his fingers dig into your hips a little while he makes eye contact with wonwoo who nods his head a little, telling him to go for it. he moves one of his hands to rest on your lower back to keep you in place and he uses his other hand to rub soothingly at your ass cheeks.

“i want you to start counting for me princess.” and with that his heavy hand made contact with your left ass cheek, the same one wonwoo had smacked not even a minute ago. whining quietly, your feet come up to try and cover your ass.

“no.” seungcheol pushes your legs back down. “every time you do that i’ll start over. understood?” when you nod he's quick to land another blow to the same one.

“two..” you let out a shaky breath only for seungcheol to scoff. “no?” you whine before he lands another smack to your ass causing you to squeak.

“that’s two.”

“but-“ he smacked your ass again, cutting your sentence off.

“we started over because you moved your legs, remember?” you nod your head quickly, your fingers digging into the sheet below you. he takes a second to rub your ass cheek, allowing the soft side to come out for just a second before he smacks it.

“four!” you yelp, your legs kicking up a little from the shock of it. you’re quick to put them back down as you stutter out apology after apology. “please don’t start over im sorry! i’ll be good i promise!”

“i don’t know sweetheart.. that’s the second time now,” he looks up at wonwoo who was sitting in his gaming chair, his boxers back on but his cock still painfully hard underneath. “wonwoo?”

“smack her ass till she’s cumming and crying.” any nice bone in his body was gone as his jaw set while he watched the older male do just as he said.

you yelped and whined as seungcheol’s heavy hand came down on both of your ass cheeks, alternating every couple smacks to give the other a break. the pain began to mix with pleasure at some point, there was no real friction offered other then the little jolts your body did as you rocked against the bed with every blow.

around the thirtieth smack your counting didn’t even matter anymore as you dig your nails into the sheets, your babbling getting louder as some twisted part of your body decided you were going to cum when he delivered a particularly hard smack. tears stream down your face as you sob, your legs coming up to cover your ass, seungcheol letting them as you process the fact that you just orgasmed from him spanking you.

“good girl.” seungcheol coos as he lets his hand wander down so his fingers can feel the juices that begin to seep out of you. “can you give us another one?”

“i think she can.” wonwoo groans quietly from his seat as he finally allows his hands to offer himself some relief. you whine loudly when his fingers ghost over your entrance before you’re wiggling your hips.

“‘m a good girl.” is all you mumble before your legs scoot open enough so seungcheol’s hand can fit between them.

“you are,” wonwoo hums as he rubs his hard cock through his boxers. “my good girl.”

“our good girl.” seungcheol mumbles before dipping his fingers into your sopping pussy. your slick made it easy or his middle and ring finger to set a fast pace.

you gasp at the pace, your body still sensitive from all the orgasms you had experienced before your “punishment” that wasn’t so much of a punishment after you were allowed to cum followed by seungcheol stuffing you with his thick fingers.

“cheollie~” you mewl when his fingers curl to hit the bundle of nerves that has your legs closing and locking around his arm as he continues to draw wet squelching from your pussy.

“open those pretty legs baby.” wonwoo groans quietly. seungcheol manages to unwrap your legs from his arm before forcing them open so wonwoo can watch his fingers disappear in your wet heat.

“thats it baby.. take it all.” seungcheol groans at the feeling of your pussy clenching around his fingers as he speeds up the pace, his arm muscles flexing as he focuses on your pleasure more then the cramp he knows he’s going to get later.

“cum.. cum!” you babble as you try to find something on the bed to clutch. the rubber band in your stomach was pulled tight, tighter than it ever has been pulled.

“wanna cum already?” seungcheol smirks almost triumphantly, he’s managed to rip two orgasms out of you in such a quick and short period of time.

“please.. please! please!” you beg pathetically, before either of them could give you an answer the orgasm washes over your body like a tsunami. it was like a dam broke as you squirt all over cheols fingers and arms - he tries to help you rid it out but your pussy forces his fingers out as he rubs hard at your clit to milk you for everything you have.

“shiiiiit.” you sob as your body goes limp, your face buried in the crook of your elbow. wonwoo groans loudly as he stands up to shoo seungcheol away, his cock in his hand again.

“you did so good baby.” he moans lowly, his glasses sliding down his nose as he looks down at your spent body, your ass red - a little bit of purpleing could be seen as the bruises begin to form. “fuck.” he whines quietly as he jerks his cock faster before cumming all over your ass and back, painting you white.

“so, who fucked you better princess?” seungcheol mumbled as he sat on the bd next to you to push the hair out of your eyes while you panted quietly, still trying to come down.

“i..” you huff before rolling over onto your back, not caring about the cum thats all over it as you stare at wonwoo whos standing above you before looking at seungcheol whos to your right. “i think its a tie..” you laugh quietly while they both look at each other with raised eyebrows.

“a tie?” wonwoo grumbles.

“that can’t do princess, one of us had to fuck you a little better than the other.” seungcheol continues to pet your hair gently.

“well,” you offer them a tired grin. “maybe round two can help me decide.”

“right now?” wonwoo’s eyes are a little wide, collectively the three of you have orgasmed at least twelve times.

“not tonight, you two might actually fuck me dumb.”

“and our dicks could fall off.” wonwoo jokes as he shuffles around the room to find your water bottle, aftercare with him included him feeding and hydrating you until you could get up on your own to get cleaned up. once you quenched your thirst, seungcheol hoisted you up in his arms so he could take you to the bathroom.

“i assure you if we go one last round in the shower my dick won’t fall off.” he jokes as he sets you down on a towel on the sink.

“hey! you’re not about to fuck her in my shower without me.” wonwoo tries to follow but seungcheol moves quicker then that to lock him out.

“snooze you lose! besides we wouldn’t want your precious dick to fall off.” he laughs quietly before going to start the shower for you, letting it warm up.

“are we really gonna fuck while he stands out there and pouts?” you giggle as he helps you stand, walking you slowly into the shower so he can help your clean up.

“no, i just wanted some alone time with you that's all.” he hums quietly as hes gentle about rubbing soap on your body. you learn very quickly that seungcheol’s aftercare is very much physical as he helps you clean up, dry off and get dressed before he takes you back to wonwoos bed to cuddle in the fresh blankets while said male goes back to gaming after freshening up himself.

feedback + reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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mouschiwrites · 5 months

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Hi! I absolutely love your writing (It's very tasty /pos) and I was wondering if I could request one where Movie!Lloyd (pre-movie events) had a bad day and he calls up reader to come comfort him and they're best friends but they're pretty obviously crushing on each other but they're just too shy to admit it? Thank you!

Yes!!! Awkward unspoken mutual attraction>>>

Word count: 721

Ninjago - Cheering Up Lloyd After a Bad Day

You rapped your knuckles against the door. It was open in a matter of seconds, and you were greeted with the bright face of Lloyd’s mother.

“Y/n! Come in, come in!”

She stood aside, allowing you to enter the apartment. As you passed she leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “I’m glad you came.”

You nodded knowingly. Lloyd had texted you half an hour ago to come over, and, judging from his miserable look at school that day, you had a pretty good guess as to why.

You made your way to his room and knocked. The door flew open before you could even land your fist on the wood a second time.

Lloyd’s brows were furrowed slightly, creasing the skin between them. His jaw was tight, too.

You plopped down on his bed, putting the plastic bag you were holding next to you.

He closed the door, keeping his back turned to you for a moment longer.

“I woke up late,” he began. He did—you remembered that. “I slipped and fell on the way to math class, I forgot my lunch, so I went hungry,” he was walking towards you now, counting off the unlucky instances on his fingers, “and I just know I flunked that history test.”

He planted his face into his pillow as he jumped onto the bed with an audible whomp.

You couldn’t help but crack a smile at his dramatic gesture. Patting his back good-naturedly, you reached for your bag. “Well, I don’t know about that other stuff, but I can remedy a hungry tummy.”

Lloyd turned his head just enough to peek at you. You whipped out a bag of gummy bears. Lloyd immediately scrambled into a sitting position and snatched it, tearing it open so violently that a few spilled into his lap.

“You are the greatest person in the world.”

You blushed a little, waving your hand dismissively. “Just some sweets for a sweet boy.”

Why did I say that. You turned away to hide your burning face. Staring out the window, you didn’t notice the way Lloyd’s face turned just as red.

Changing the subject abruptly, you plunged your hand into your bag again. “I brought something else.”

“Is it—”

At the same time you both said “comics” with huge grins. You pulled out a small stack and splayed them across the bed.

Lloyd gasped. “These are all brand new!”

You nodded. “That’s why it took me a minute to get here; I stopped by the comic shop on my way. I thought we could read them together.”

Lloyd nodded, scooting closer after taking his pick. He opened it, letting one page rest on his knee and the other on yours.

You subconsciously leaned in gradually as you read, and by the end of the comic you were literally cheek-to-cheek. You both bolted up, blushing furiously.

“That one was pretty good,” Lloyd murmured, a little dazed.

“Uh, yeah. I liked that one girl’s outfit.”

“The one in the crazy chrome suit?”

You nodded vigorously, eyes shining as you began to gush. You flipped back through the comic, pointing out all your favorite parts, making sure to let Lloyd interject his own opinions as he pleased.

You spent hours going through the comics in this manner. You were only called out of your stupor when Koko walked in, two plates of food balanced on one arm. She brought her free hand to her lips as if she’d stumbled upon a secret meeting.

“Oop! Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you two. I’ll just leave these here.”

You looked at each other and giggled, turning at once back to your comics.

It was several more hours before you had to go home. It was getting dark, and you knew you’d get in trouble if you weren’t home soon.

“Hey, Y/n,” you heard Lloyd say just before you passed the threshold.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.” He grinned, clearly having forgotten his bad day. “For being so awesome, I mean.”

You smiled. In the warm light of his lamp you couldn’t see the blush on his cheeks, nor could he see the blush on yours.

Your heart thudded as you walked home. He thinks I’m awesome, you recalled euphorically. I’m so glad we’re best friends. Your smile wavered a little bit. Best friends. Yeah.

Yay! Thanks for reading, and thank you for your request!! Take care honey bunches <33

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heavyhitterheaux · 8 months

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The Marriage Pact Part 1

To Have and to Hold

AN: I am so excited for this 😆

Synopsis: Jack brings up the marriage pact that the two of you made when you were seventeen on your 30th birthday

Pairing: Best Friend!Jack Harlow x Best Friend!Reader

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You were attempting to drift off to sleep since you were exhausted from everything that took place during the day getting things together for Jack's tour when you heard Jack’s voice interrupting you.

This typically happened more often than not seeing as he still suffered from nightmares and would often come into your room whenever you stayed at hotels and if you two were home, he would be calling you.

"Stink! I know you’re not sleeping! Get your ass up!"

"Well I was trying to be before you so rudely interrupted me. I am running on fumes seeing as I had to make sure everyone’s shit was together before this tour started." You answered as Jack walked over to the bed and pulled the comforter off of you.

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds and just peered down at you while you casually raised your middle finger up in his direction and all he did was roll his eyes.

“You’re staring at me.Creep. You literally see me just about every day and know what I look like. You’ve known what I looked like since I was born basically.”

"Uhhh because there is literally two minutes until your birthday and I am always the one to tell you happy birthday first. That was the whole reason why I came in here in the first place."

"Jack, it's not my birthday. But I should be used to this by now, always busting in my room unannounced." You said while shaking your head as Jack came to sit next to you as you were still laying down and peeking out from under the comforter since you had thrown it back over yourself. .

All he did was stare at you for a few seconds before shaking his head.

"You work too hard and although I thank you for it, you need a break. I know being my manager isn’t easy and that I constantly give you headaches. But, It's about to be March 21st, sweetheart. I will never ever ever ever forget my favorite girl’s birthday no matter what I have going on around me."

"I…"

"Forgot your own birthday, but your best friend in the entire world is never going to forget it. You'll get the rest of your gifts later, but I have the cake, card, and one of them right now. So sit up so you can eat it. Oh, and happy birthday to my most favorite person in the world." Jack said while leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Thank you, Jack Jack. It totally slipped my mind."

"I always got you, baby. You know that." Jack replied while pinching your cheek.

"And I got you. Forever and ever." You answered before taking off the comforter and sitting up against the headboard as Jack made himself comfortable next to you while reaching over to the nightstand to grab the cake he got for you.

"I decided to switch it up this year since you've been having your obsession with strawberry flavored desserts so I got you strawberry cake with buttercream icing which I know is your favorite."

"Why are you so perfect?" You asked with your mouth watering at the sight as he handed it to you.

"You're the perfect one and make me look good. Why do you think I wouldn’t take no for an answer when I told them that I wanted you to be my manager?" Jack answered as he set the cake in the middle of both of you.

“Because you would literally lose your head if it wasn’t for me. Been that way since we were little.”

“Hmm, you have a point.”

Jack did the honors of taking the first small piece from the cake slice first and holding the fork up to your mouth so you could taste it.

“Damn, I’m going to need a whole one now. Where did you get this from?” You asked as Jack got another fork for himself and began eating.

“Ms. Beverly. She made it without a second thought once I told her it was for you.”

“Aww, really?!”

Ms. Beverly was your third grade teacher who had now since retired from teaching and runs an entire bakery in Louisville. The two of you kept in touch and she became one of your favorite teachers who had a lasting impact on you. You always knew that you could go to her when you needed to if you weren’t comfortable going to your parents.

“Free of charge might I add, but I still left her a big tip. Probably bigger than what the cake originally cost.”

“Now, how in the world did you get in here?” You curiously asked seeing as the two of you were currently in L.A.

“Don’t worry about how I got it here. Just know that I did it because I know that this would make you happy. And you know how important your happiness is to me.”

“I literally hit the jackpot in the best friend department.”

It was quiet for a few minutes as the two of you were still eating, when Jack suddenly broke the silence.

"Now you know what this means right?" Jack asked as you looked up at him from your birthday cake.

A tradition that had taken place with him buying you your own slice of cake or cupcake ever since you turned fourteen.

He would save up his allowance two months in advance just to be sure he had enough for when the time came to buy it.

He was always the first one to tell you happy birthday ever since you could remember. It also helped that the two of you only lived a few houses down from one another.

"What? That I'm having a cheat day and need to go to the gym an extra day this week?" You answered, but Jack shook his head no and had a somewhat serious look on his face.

"No. We're both thirty." Jack quietly said and the both of you stared at each other for a few minutes before either of you said something.

"You… you actually remembered and you were serious?" You asked him as you put down your fork to give him your full attention.

"Of course I was serious. What better person is there to marry than my best friend who I know I can trust and won't let me down?"

When the two of you had turned seventeen, it was right after the worst break up that you could have ever imagined.

Him cheating on you with someone that you were close to and you just knew the world was over.

It wasn't until you decided to go to a party and get drunk with Jack keeping a close eye on you that the conversation of a marriage pact was brought up the next morning when you had finally sobered up.

"If I were to propose to you right now, would you say yes?" Jack asked you as the two of you were laying on the floor in his bedroom staring up the ceiling.

"Of course I would. You’re my best friend in the entire world and I know the last thing you would ever do is hurt me."

"Then let's make a deal. If we're both single by the time we're thirty we'll get married."

You quickly agreed and simply thought to yourself that pact or no pact, you would marry your best friend in a heartbeat.

You had reached the center of the cake when you noticed something hard that made a sound once your fork had hit it.

All you did was look at Jack before moving the rest of the cake to the side and discovering a silver pear shaped engagement ring.

The ring that you told him that you had always wanted.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you stared at it for a few seconds before finally turning to look at Jack.

"Jackman Thomas…." You started to say, but nothing else came out seeing as your heart was now beating a thousand miles per hour and your breathing was beginning to be erratic.

"You know how much you mean to me because I literally tell you every day and I cannot go one day without being around you. If I’m not around you, we’re on the phone talking to each other or even sometimes just doing our own thing. Plenty of times we’ve called each other and we won’t even speak, but we just know that the other person is always there. You have been in my life since damn near birth and I don't see myself without you by my side for the rest of my life. I was dead serious when we made that pact at seventeen. I want you to be my wife because I know no one else will come close. You know me better than anyone and I can share things with you and not feel like you’re judging me for any of it. So, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N will you do me the honor of becoming my wife and fulfilling our marriage pact?"

“This is one hell of a gift. How much was this?” You began to say and Jack just smiled at you since he knew every time you got an ounce of nervousness in you, you began to ramble.

“Since when does that matter, and when do I ever tell you how much something is that I bought for you?”

“It doesn’t, but as you can probably tell right now, my heart just fell out of my ass.”

Jack began laughing as you were still trying to come to terms with what he had just asked you.

“Baby girl, I need an answer.” He said as you were playing with the ring in your fingers.

“You really want me to be your wife?” You quietly asked and all Jack did was nod.

"Yes."

“Till death do us part?”

“Yes.”

“Through sickness and in health?”

“Yes.”

“For richer or poorer?”

“Baby girl! At this rate, we should get married this very moment. You got me over here reciting vows and shit. And you know for a damn fact that I’ll always take care of you regardless.”

“Okay, okay, okay. I was just thinking out loud, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. This is a very important thing to think about but I will tell you that if you don’t want me to be your hus…”

You immediately cut him off.

“Do NOT finish that sentence because I do. And my answer is yes.”

“Wait, really?”

“Well, did you think that I was going to say no?”

“Okay, well I was only 65% sure that you would say yes and that’s more than 50, so I thought to myself the chances of you saying yes are greater and that I might as well try.” Jack quickly took the ring from you and slid it onto your finger as you sat there admiring it.

“You remember what ring that I said I wanted. Wait, how did you even know my size?”

“Really? Your best friend of thirty years now and you’re asking me if I know your ring size?” All Jack did was look at you in disbelief.

“Okay, fair point.” You quickly picked up your cake and the two of you finished eating as so many thoughts were running through your head and Jack quickly noticed.

“What are you thinking?”

“Well for one, our mothers will be very happy about this.”

“True. I know that had a bet going even if neither of them want to admit it. They’ve probably been planning for this since we were born.”

Your mother along with Jack’s mother Maggie were best friends and got pregnant around the same time and agreed that your mom would name her first born while Maggie named you. Seeing as the two of you were eight days apart, once your mother finally brought you home and got settled, Maggie of course came over to check on her and it was good that they had support systems in place that would help them navigate being first time mothers while also supporting each other. Maggie had set Jack in the bassinet next to you and you immediately took to him. It was almost as if the two of you were hugging and now have been inseparable ever since.

“I definitely think that they have a color scheme in their head and probably even a location.”

“But, we have plenty of time to discuss that. There is absolutely no rush and seeing as I know tour is about to start we’re both going to have our hands full.”

“Are we… should we announce this? Like what are people going to say?”

Now you were beginning to worry.

“Who cares what people have to say. We’re two grown adults who want to be married to each other. And I actually have an idea about announcing it, but like I said. No rush, and we have plenty of time. For now, the birthday girl needs to go to sleep so she can have energy for her surprise party later tonight that she has absolutely no idea about because she did not hear what I just said and Urban is going to kill me if you say something.”

You couldn’t help but to laugh and shake your head at him as you once again made yourself comfortable under the comforter. It was around 12:45 and you had to be awake around 7 in the morning.

“I promise not to say anything and I will act very surprised.” You said as Jack made a motion to get up off the bed, but you quickly grabbed his hand to pull him back.

“Where is my fiance going?” You asked and all he did was smirk.

“More than likely you’re going to end up back in here before the night is over so just stay in here.”

“Good point. I’m used to you sleeping crazy anyway.”

“What the? I do not!” You said in response as Jack took off his shirt and got underneath the comforter with you and brought your head to lay on his chest.

“You either steal the blankets from me, kick me, or hit me. I’ve been dealing with this for how long?”

“But… you always wake up well rested and you usually never have a nightmare when I’m next to you.” You replied while picking up your head to look at him.

“One of the many things that I love about you.”

“Ooh, tell me more. I want to hear all of this.”

“Later, when my birthday girl wakes up, don’t read your card until you’re by yourself.”

“Did you put money in it this year?”

“I put money in it last year!”

“Jack, you gave me a dollar.”

“However, you got a Givenchy outfit, two Birkins, two Telfar bags, Louboutins, and new earrings so I don’t want to hear it. I gave you gas money.”

“GAS MONEY? IN THIS ECONOMY?”

“Don’t push it. I’ll take everything I bought you back.”

“Well you for damn sure not getting this ring back so you can forget it.” You replied while picking up your hand to look at it.

“Here you go, starting already.”

“I thought we were supposed to go to sleep? The light is still on.”

“We are, but I wanted to look at your beautiful face.” Jack answered while you rolled your eyes.

“You are literally so full of shit. I repeat you know what I look like.”

“And you wonder why you only got a dollar.”

“Goodnight, Jackman.” You said as you reached over him to turn off the light and all he did was laugh.

“Goodnight future wifey.”

“I’m letting you know right now that I’m hyphenating my last name.”

“Whatever you want, babe.”

—-

Your alarm blasted in your ear signaling that it was time for you to get up, but Jack’s arms were wrapped around you so tightly that you were unable to move and turn it off.

“Babe, move your arm.” You quietly told Jack and all he did was groan and hold you tighter if that was even possible.

“No.”

All you did was sigh and try to pry his arms off of you with no use.

“You are such a big baby.”

“I’m your big baby. Five more minutes.”

“Then reach over and turn it off. But I do still have to get up.”

“No, you don’t. The birthday girl is relaxing on her birthday seeing as I literally canceled everything that you had scheduled for the day since I knew you had probably forgot.”

“I…”

“No, go back to sleep.” Jack replied as he reached for your phone to turn off your alarm before settling back down next to you and simply laying on your chest as you played in his curls that you loved so much.

“Did you sleep okay?” You asked and all Jack did was nod.

“No nightmares?”

“No, and I was having a good dream before it was so rudely interrupted by your alarm.”

“You slept in my room, remember?��

“Yes and can we go back to sleep because we have a lot to do today.”

“Well how long can I sleep for?”

“Your hair and nail appointment is at 9, now go to sleep.”

“Wait…”

“Nope, go to sleep. I’ll tell you more when I wake up.”

You did as you were told and woke up at around 8:15. You quickly hopped into the shower seeing as Jack had rolled away from you, so this was the perfect opportunity to make an escape. He was going to complain later, but you would worry about that when the time came.

Deciding on your pink and white jumpsuit, you quickly got dressed as you now heard Jack stirring. You turned around to see him reaching for you and he quickly let out a sigh when he noticed that you weren’t next to him.

“Y/N….”

“Jackman...”

“You left me in my time of need.”

“I-.... you were asleep!”

“So? Your point? Anyway, the car should be downstairs now to take you to get your hair and nails done. I’ll see you when you come back.”

“And be on your best behavior. You and Urban because good lord.” You responded while putting in your earrings.

“We will be! And we will not be getting ready for your surprise party later that you don’t know about because that part of the conversation last night did not happen. And I took all of your credit cards because everything is on me today. You’ll have your chai latte waiting for you at the salon. Your only job today is to relax and let me take care of everything for you. Come here so you can get your birthday hug.” You simply held up your hands in defense and weren't going to put up a fight as you walked over to Jack who was now standing and quickly embraced him.

“Happy birthday my pretty girl.” He quickly kissed your forehead as you hugged him tighter and smiled.

“Thank you and thank you for everything that you do for me.”

“I think it’s the other one around, but for today I’ll take it.”

Jack made sure you got downstairs and into the car okay before going to bother Urban and to get ready for your party later. Jack was itching to tell him about the two of you being together or being engaged? Whichever one it was but since he hadn’t cleared it with you beforehand he decided against it.

His heart just about jumped out of his chest when you had told him yes last night when he had asked you to marry him, because he honestly thought that you were going to say no. Little did he know that in the back of your mind, for the last few weeks you had been thinking about the marriage pact heavily and wondered if Jack had honestly forgotten about it. So when he did bring it up, you were almost at a loss for words.

But now that you got him and he got you officially, you were going to do anything possible for your relationship to continue to thrive as you would soon have different roles. Going from best friends to husband and wife.

It was around 5 in the evening when you finally returned to the hotel and sent a quick text to Jack letting you know that you were back in your room. As you walked further into the room, you caught sight of a black and silver dress along with a brand new pair of Louboutins sitting on the bed and simply smiled and laughed to yourself.

You went closer to see that there was a note attached written in Jack’s handwriting.

For my fiance (you are about to get sick of me because I’m saying that every chance I get),

Put this on and then text me when you’re ready.

Happy 30th birthday, baby girl

Love,

Your future husband

Once you were dressed, you sent him a text as promised and within five minutes he was opening the door to your hotel room (since the two of you always gave each other keys to your rooms) and smiled when he saw you.

“Damn, you got a man?”

“Actually I do.” You answered while playing along.

“And he left you here all by yourself looking that good?”

“Bye Jackman. I am so done with you.”

“You look gorgeous as always. Did you like the outfit I picked out for you?”

“I do and it fits perfectly.”

“Now, are you ready to go to your surprise party that you didn’t know about and will act surprised once we get there?”

“Yes, and I can’t wait.”

The party was in full swing and you were mingling with all your guests seeing as Jack literally flew in all of your friends and family so it was a small and intimate setting which he knew that you would prefer. Crowds weren’t your thing and would quickly give you anxiety being around a lot of people. Jack noticed that you were now staring off into space and quickly pulled you to the side in order to make sure that you were okay as he could tell your social battery was slowly diminishing.

“We can leave whenever you want. Just want to make sure that you’re okay.”

“I’m fine, I promise. Just a little tired, but I know it’ll be worth it.”

“Should we tell them? I’m surprised no one has said anything about your ring yet.”

“How about when we cut the cake we do it?”

“As long as you’re sure. It’s only friends and family so I know they won’t say anything until we give them the okay to.” Jack said while moving a curl out of your face.

“I’m sure.”

“Absolutely positive? Because we can wait, I don’t want you to feel as if I’m rushing you because that is the last thing I want.”

“You worry too much, I’m fine. I promise and I’m sure. Now I can tell all the girls to back up off my man.” You said while laughing and wrapping your arms tighter around Jack as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“You sure can. First thing out of my mouth will be is I’m taken and spoken for.”

All Jack thought to himself was that he knew from an early age that the two of you would end up together. However, it seemed like any time he tried to make a move you had a boyfriend and the last thing that he ever wanted to do was come in between that since he wanted for you to be happy.

Usually once your boyfriends found out how close you and Jack were, they always accused you of cheating and would simply break up with you. But you had it in your mind that your soulmate whoever that was would respect the relationship that you have had with someone literally since birth and realize that Jack was not going anywhere and would forever be a part of your life and you wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Jack remembers comforting you every time it happened, he would give you a chance to have some time for yourself, but before he could make his move on you, you were once again in another relationship.

“Let’s do this, then.”

“Happy dirty thirty to my favorite girl in the entire universe. I just wanted to let you know for the millionth time today how special you are to me and….. We have something to tell yall before we cut the cake.” Jack started to say and you were now in front of him.

“Should we say something or wait?” Jack asked as he looked down at you to increase the suspense even though the two of you already agreed on it.

“Hmmm, I guess we can tell them since they’re eventually going to find out anyway.” You responded and shrugged at the same time.

“Out with it already!” Urban yelled while looking between the two of you and Jack simply held up your left hand to show everyone the ring.

“Wait, what?” You then heard him say and for good reason.

“EXCUSE ME?!”

“I’m officially changing Y/N’s last name to Harlow.” Jack answered before grabbing hold of your face and then leaning down to kiss you as you eagerly kissed him back. Once the two of you broke apart, all you saw was confused faces around you.

For that to be the first kiss you and Jack shared, you couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear.

The two of you have gotten close to kissing before, but Jack would quickly move away or you would.

Because deep down in your mind you never thought that he liked you back the same way that you liked him and didn’t want to set yourself up to be hurt in the end.

“I… did I miss something?”

“Apparently I missed the entire relationship because WHAT?”

“That ring is big as shit.”

“Did anyone know that they were together? Because I definitely didn’t.”

And then you heard both of your mothers.

“WE KNEW IT!”

Jack made eye contact with Urban who was looking at him in confusion and knew that the both of you would have to explain this to him later.

He knew that the two of you liked each other and would tease the both of you every day about it and asked when one of you were going to make the first move and ask the other one out.

So, the fact that now the two of you were in front of him and you were now wearing a big ass engagement ring was reason enough to have him in his feelings.

With the marriage pact, you and Jack simply kept it to yourselves not involving anyone else just in case that something were to happen, as in, one of you getting married. Jack knew that Urban was going to be hurt about this seeing as the two of them literally told each other everything, and would explain his reasoning to keep it from him later.

“Let me see the ring!” Your other best friend Ariyana said while coming over to you and grabbing your hand.

“I’m so happy for you and knew that the two of you would eventually end up together. I’ll beat you up later for not telling me.” She said while hugging you as you laughed.

Jack gave you a light squeeze on your shoulder as he went over where Urban was as you were now conversing with Ari and both of your parents.

“Urb.” Jack started to say, but he immediately stopped him.

“So, we’re keeping things from each other now?” Urban questioned as he now had his arms crossed.

“No, but we didn’t want to say anything until we were sure. I promise it’ll make much more sense once we both explain it to you later.”

“As much as I got on the both of you every single day all to find out that the two of you were together anyway?”

“Like I said, we’ll do it later. If Y/N’s too tired we’ll do it tomorrow, but like I said once we tell you it will make much more sense.”

“It better make sense, because right now I’m ready to kick your ass for lying to me.”

“I get it, but fix your face before Y/N sees you. Don’t upset her.”

“I’m the only one who should be upset, but fine.”

“Will it soften the blow that you’re going to be the best man?” Jack hopefully asked while looking at him.

“A little, but throw in some ramen and weed for good measure.”

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harlowtales · 2 months

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Jack and Y/N have to decide. Guys gaming night? Or Girls night in?

🎮 🧖🏽‍♀️ Part One

18+ Adult Themes - Drama/Language/Sexual

“Are you fucking kidding me? TONIGHT Jackman?” You couldn’t believe Jack forgot it was your girls night in. He invited all his friends over for gaming night…which was every week.

“Sorry baby, but we can both be here just go in the spare room. Aren’t y’all just gone be idk eating and gossiping and watching a movie?” He asked innocently.

You were insulted by Jack reducing bonding with friends you hardly see for “gossip time” compared to friends he works with and sees all the time.

“Excuse me??!” You raised your voice, folded your arms and tapped your foot impatiently staring him down to say what he said again with his whole chest.

“Uhhh did I say something wrong? I literally said we can both be here.” Jack said bewildered.

“Fuck!!” You said exasperated and huffed away. For the rest of the morning and afternoon you were quiet and ignored your boyfriend, slamming cupboards doing every day chores and clearly upset. Jack came up behind you to soften the situation and you wound up accidentally elbowing him in the stomach as you angrily swept the floor.

“Hey ow!” Jack said rubbing his stomach “Can you fucking stop sweeping like you’re ready to snap the broom in half?” He said getting in front of you and easily taking it out of your hands.

“Can you not?” You said folding your arms and storming off to the bedroom. You started undressing to jump in the shower. Jack walked in on you.

“Ok you can’t be naked and angry baby. That’s too much for me right now. It’s way too sexy.” He said

“I don’t give a fuck!” You said taking your hair out. As it cascaded down your shoulders Jack was trying to concentrate on what you were saying. “I never see my friends and you’re with yours ALL THE TIME!!! You asked me to move in with you I do and then the guys are here all the time which they’re like my brothers so whatever but then I never see my friends and when I manage to tear myself away from my world revolving around you and pups I get 21 questions about where I’m going and when will I be back and who all gone be there and oh lemme pick you up or literally sending your friends to be at the same place to “monitor” me it’s so fucking ridiculous and…”

Jack couldn’t let you finish. He was getting so turned on by you yelling at him with no clothes on. He grabbed you and kissed you, immediately running his hands down your back and caressing your behind. When your lips parted you were silent.

“Baby…can you shut up?” Jack said with a grin.

“Y’all come first tonight ok? We’ll make it work.” He said lovingly. “Now go shower before I fuck a better attitude into you. I gotta go help grandpa and my dad with something and I’ll be back and work all this out, but let me remind you I’m not a regular person so nobody around me is a regular person. I’m not apologizing for being protective.”

“Ok but did I need security at my niece’s baby shower?” You said incredulously

“Perhaps that may have slightly been a step too far baby, oh geez look at the time, gotta run!” He said and took off to avoid you questioning his over the top protectiveness.

“You suck Jackman!” You yelled behind him.

“I love you too baby!” He yelled back

“What are we going to do with him?” You said to pups lazing around on the bed. She gave you a genuine look of having no idea.

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peachybeom · 1 year

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may i request a beomgyu x female reader where the reader is on her period and beomgyu cares for her with cuddles and tummy rubs?

hii im very late but here's your req anon!

also happy birthday beomgyu my loveeee

ps: this isn't proofread so bare with me 🫶🏼

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You held back tears as you snuggled deeper into the blankets, body resting against the plush couch.

For once, you were grateful of the empty spot beside you, you can already imagine beomgyu's relentless teasing if he witnessed your state right now. Who the hell cries while watching Shrek?

But you can't help the fact that your periods make you hyper sensitive to literally anything and everything. Actually the emotion part was tolerable, the real nightmare were the cramps, the constant stabbing feeling in your uterus made you want to cry.

The bang of a door suddenly startled you as you looked up and saw your boyfriend entering the room, his back facing you.

Beomgyu gently placed the two (very) large packets on a table and turned towards you with a smile. "Hi!"

"Beomgyu, I told you to get me a singular box of tampons why does it look like you raided the entire aisle?" You asked stifling a laugh, your mood suddenly brightening up. Trust Beomgyu to always be extra and never follow your instructions.

"Baby you see, I was getting just one but then this kind girl- I think she was an employee? She told me these days there are so many options available in the market. Did you know there's something called a cup like you put it in-" Beomgyu started.

"Yes, Gyu I'm aware of what a diva cup is." You cut him off.

"Yes so anyway I got fascinated and the lady encouraged me to buy all the products. So I got pads, tampons and cups for you.....unlimited options!" He finished off his story excitingly.

"That lady was one hell of a saleswoman," You replied, a smile forming on your lips at his adorableness.

Beomgyu walked towards the couch, sitting beside you as you rummaged through the packets, snickering to yourself this supply will probably last you a year.

Just as you turned towards your boyfriend to thank him, Beomgyu suddenly got up his face covered with horror.

"Fuck, I forgot to get you chocolates, oh my god I'm such a terrible boyfriend. You told me it helps you with cramps and i forgot. Actually wait I'll just go run and get it." He started rambling but you caught his hand interrupting him.

"No stay, it's alright. It's already so late gyu I'll be fine" You said pulling him back into the couch. His lips formed a sad pout but he obliged.

"I don't want you to leave me alone, instead of chocolate give me cuddles instead?" You continued, moving closer to him. Beomgyu nodded and pulled you into a hug while you nuzzled your face in his hoodie.

You felt his warmth and comfort against you.

"Where does it hurt? Here?" He asked in a gentle tone, pressing his palm on your belly.

"Mmhm" You mumble and he applies the slightest of pressure, rubbing the area of pain and making you sigh in relaxation.

"Thankyou Beomgyu," The comfortable silence paired with the sound of Beomgyu's rhythmic heartbeat lulled you to sleep.

"Anything for you my princess."

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 2 years

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What's Mine is Yours | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends. Literally all my fics are self-serving, so before you ask, yes yes I am indeed exactly like this 🥲

If you like what you read throw me a reblog

Warnings: shitty ex-boyfriends

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The jangling of your car keys caught Bucky’s attention, and he watched with a furrowed brow as you slipped your feet into your boots. Tonight was supposed to be a cozy night in for the two of you- no distractions, no work-talk, and no random, solo outings. He caught your eyeline and quirked a brow in your direction, “Where are you running off to, doll?”

“I just gotta go back to my place real quick, I forgot something,” you leaned over the back of the couch and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be right back, I promise”.

A dramatic huff left his chest, “but baaaaaaaaby…” He pressed himself up from the couch cushions and made grabby hands for your cheeks. “Don’t leeeeeave.” Bucky didn't have pride when it came to you. He'd whine. He'd pout. Anything to keep you around. “What did you forget?”

“Oh, um, just a sleep shirt…” You played with the 'Fuck the patriarchy' keychain Nat gave you, knowing damn well Bucky didn’t want you to leave. And you didn’t want to go, it was a necessary evil- in your mind.

The frown immediately melted from Bucky’s face, “You don’t need a shirt, sweets. You don’t have to wear anything to bed at all…” A sly smile perfectly punctuated his less than subtle flirtation- and you couldn’t help but laugh. His strong hands slid down your body and laid their firm grip on your ass, giving it a squeeze.

“Buck, it’s like twenty degrees out. If I don’t wear a shirt to bed, I’ll freeze my tits off-” you crossed your arms over the tits in question, “and I know how much you love them- so I’m guessing you don’t want that to happen”.

A vehement shake of Bucky’s head confirmed your suspicion. “But I don’t want you to leave, baby. Just wear one of my shirts! Whichever one you want- it’s yours.”

Bucky was wholly yours. He offered himself to you, completely and totally, and that included all his earthly possessions. He left his spot on the couch and took your hand in his, “one of my henleys will probably keep you warmer than a t-shirt, anyway. Win-win.” He gave your hand a gentle tug and did his best to lead you to the bedroom, but you hesitated.

“No, really, Buck. It’s okay, I can just go get one of mine and-”

“Baby, ‘it’s like twenty degrees out’,” he quoted you to yourself, “why would you want to go all the way back to your place in this weather when you can just go pilfer through my dresser?” He gave your hand a light squeeze, “Really, I don’t mind. Come on, let’s get you something comfy”.

Bucky robbed you of all reasonable excuses. The repeated refusals you threw his way were simply no match for his kind, giving nature. All he ever wanted to do was help. He wanted to bring you the same happiness and comfort you granted him. And if something as simple as loaning you a shirt would save you a trip in the cold, he was more than happy to oblige.

But you wished he’d accepted your first rejection of his offer. It wasn’t like you to ever distance yourself from Bucky, and no part of you actually wanted to make the trip home. But a familiar anxiety resurfaced as Bucky dragged you to his dresser.

You watched as Bucky dug through his drawers in search of the perfect shirt. He deemed a few of his shirts too itchy, while referring to others as “not comfy enough”. The rejected shirts fell to the floor one after the other, forming piles near Bucky’s feet as his ferocious hunt continued. He had the perfect shirt in mind for his best girl, and wouldn’t rest until he’d found it.

“Oh! Here it is… this one- this my favorite shirt” he unearthed a red Henley from his drawer and displayed it to you proudly, “it’ll look great on you.” He held it up to your body, smiling as the fabric dwarfed your frame. He’d always wanted to see you in his clothes, and felt his cheeks ache as he smiled at the thought of you in his shirt. He’d offered you sleep shirts a few times here and there, but you were always always prepared with clothes of your own. Much to his dismay.

It seemed like every romantic movie he watched with you featured the beautiful ingénue wearing her lover’s shirt, and Bucky wanted to see his ingénue do the same. He’d never gotten the chance to wake up next to a woman he loved, her beautiful body cloaked in his clothes- but your forgetful moment while packing your overnight bag had granted him just that.

A hesitancy kept you from taking the shirt. In all honesty, you wanted to strip out of your clothes and wrap yourself in the fabric that remained laced with Bucky’s scent. Ever since you’d gotten together, you’d been tempted to drown yourself in his soft shirts and comfortable hoodies- but you wouldn’t dare tell him. Instead, you always double and triple checked your overnight bag, making certain you had everything you needed- and a few extras just in case.

“Are you sure?” you almost reached for the soft red fabric, but recoiled at the last second. “I can just run home, I really don’t mind-”

“Just put on the shirt, doll. That's an order from your sergeant." He shot you a wink and tossed the garment your way. His muscular arms crossed over his chest as he watched you weigh your options. “I know you waaaaant tooooooo”.

And he was right. Layer by layer, you shed your clothes and slipped Bucky’s shirt over your head. The worn fabric rested gently against your skin, cloaking you in comfort and warmth. And suddenly, you hated yourself for always bringing pajamas to Bucky’s apartment. An unexpected ‘hmmm’ emanated from your chest as you reveled in the safety of Bucky’s scent. There was something so homey, so intimate about wearing his clothes. The only thing better than his arms wrapped tight around you body was his cozy shirt cloaking you in comfort.

Bucky couldn’t stop staring at the long sleeves dangling over your hands, the hem falling below your perfect ass. It was just too cute, seeing you dwarfed by his shirt. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe you were real- but believing that you were actually his proved even harder.

“Better than a t-shirt?” Bucky grinned at you, all too pleased with himself.

With all your might, you tried to fight the smile that threatened to breach the surface. But Bucky’s goofy side got the best of you. “Yeah…” you muttered, “Way, waaaaaay better”. Nothing you owned could ever come close to the all-encompassing comfort of Bucky’s shirt.

Without warning, you launched yourself into Bucky’s arms. He caught you with ease, holding you close as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. No moment had ever been as perfect, as tooth-rottingly sweet. Wrapped in Bucky’s cozy shirt and strong arms, you could’ve died happy.

“I’m so glad you like it, baby…” Bucky couldn’t help but beam. He always saw himself as inadequate, having nothing of any value to offer. You were the epitome of perfection, beautiful and sweet and kind- and he was the former Winter Soldier with PTSD and a staring problem. But seeing you so earth-shatteringly happy to wear his shirt melted his heart. He couldn’t believe he’d been the one to make you smile that way, and vowed to do it for the rest of his life.

“You should just keep it,” he said, too over the moon to care about losing his favorite shirt, “it’s yours now, doll.”

Bucky’s words brought your rush of happiness to a screeching halt. “Buck, no. I can’t take it-” You stared at him with big, uncertain eyes, “it’s your favorite”.

But Bucky would hear none of your refusals. “No, you’re my favorite. Plus, I want you to have it! It would make me very, very happy, baby.” He adjusted your lopsided collar and brushed your hair out of your face, drinking you in, “it looks perfect on you. And this way, you’ll have it while I’m away on missions, you know?”

His words warmed your cheeks, and on the surface, you appeared happier than ever. But conflict raged inside you. This was the sort of romantic thing you’d dreamed of, but never dared act out. Knowing Bucky was more than happy to sacrifice his favorite shirt just for you made you feel loved, made you feel special. But it stirred your anxiety none the less. You couldn’t just steal his clothes- especially not his favorite shirt.

“But are you-”

“Yes, I’m sure!” Bucky laughed, “Baby, you literally sighed with relief when you put it on- I can’t just not give it to you!” Bucky knew you were sweet and always selfless, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint your reluctance to accept his offer. He knew you loved him, loved being his best girl- why the hesitancy?

“Can we compromise?” You slipped from Bucky’s arms and stood before him, offering your hand for a shake. “How about I sleep in it for tonight- and then I wash it and give it back? And then, if you’re still sure about giving it to me, you can- HEY!”

Bucky’s broad shoulders connected with your thighs as he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder. “No compromises!” he shouted as he flopped you down on to the bed, “No compromises!” His hands made quick work of your sides, tickling you until you begged for mercy. One threatening hand hovered just above your ribcage, teasing you with more uproarious torture, “You still wanna compromise, doll?’

“No, I- truce! Truce!”

“You sure?” he ghosted a few fingers over your side, “you suuuuuure you’re sure?”

“I’m sure!” you shrieked, “I promise!”

Bucky peppered your face with kisses, dotting them along your forehead and cheeks before landing one on your lips. He was certain your adamant refusal to accept his shirt had passed- but something was off. A strange tension kept your smile tight-lipped and your jaw tense, as though you feared you were in trouble.

“Is something bothering you, sweets? You seem kind of anxious…” He helped sit you up and pulled you into his lap, “what’s goin’ on?”

Dread eclipsed any sliver of levity left within you- and suddenly, you hated yourself for ever making this an issue. You should’ve just accepted the stupid shirt and ‘accidentally’ left it behind when you went home. Simple as that. But no, you had to make it a big deal, drawing attention to yet another one of your idiosyncrasies.

“Ugh, no, I’m fine. I just-” you huffed, “obviously, I’ve got some like, weird habits and tendencies and stuff. And I have stupid anxieties about random things…” A strong rush of shame pulled your eyes down, fixing your gaze on your hands.

Bucky refused to let you alienate yourself that way, “hey, I have anxiety about random things, too. I had a panic attack on the G train last week because someone dropped their aluminum water bottle and it was just a little too loud for me.” He tilted your chin upward, “so it’s okay. Just talk to me”.

"Okay, but that's not the same thing, Buck. You have actual trauma. And very real PTSD. My thing isn't-"

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you. His hand dropped back to your waist, threatening more torturous tickling if you didn't speak up.

"Okay, fine," a frustrated sigh forced its way from your chest. “I hate, hate feeling like an imposition or an inconvenience or an annoyance…”

Bucky stared at you, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But you never elaborated. “Um, sweets, I don’t- I’m sorry, I’m confused. What does that have to do with the shirt?”

“Taking your shirt makes me feel like an imposition!” you nearly shouted. “Like, right now, I am incredibly comfortable because this shirt is fucking cozy as hell. But, my brain is like, vibrating with anxiety. I asked to borrow my ex’s shirt for a day once because I spilled coffee all over mine, and he let me... But he gave me shit about it for months. He always made me feel bad- like I was an annoyance or a bother…”

Bucky’s heart broke.

“He always made me feel like I was inconveniencing him with my presence. He’d invite me over, but then he'd act annoyed that I was there."

It was embarrassing to admit. And you feared that if you told Bucky these things, maybe he'd treat you the same way. But it was too late. You were too deep into the truth to stop now. "He never let me just, I don’t know, hang out, you know? He'd ask me to come over at like nine at night and then kick me out around midnight. I'm not saying he wasn't allowed to have boundaries, but..." You sighed and regrouped. "If I slept at his place, he’d wake me up at seven in the morning and tell me I needed to leave- even on the weekends. It almost like I was a booty call."

"Oh, sweetheart..."

"He didn’t want me asking to borrow his jacket if I was cold or impeding his space in any way. I asked once if I could leave a toothbrush at his apartment, and he got angry at me- said it was ‘impolite’. I was with him for quite a while, and he did a lot of things like that... the entire time we were together, he acted like everything I did was a nuisance. To him, my existence was an imposition.”

Puzzle pieces of your behavior slowly began falling into place for Bucky. He’d noted a few of your habits that struck him as a little different, but he never brought them up. He’d never say anything and possibly make you self-conscious. But now that you’d drawn him a picture, he understood.

“So, that’s why you always pack a bag when you come to my place, instead of just leaving some things here? Even though you’re here almost every night?”

You nodded.

“And why I have to very explicitly and clearly invite you over- like you’re a vampire?”

“Yeah…”

“And why I have to basically beg you to just laze around here with me?”

“Mhmm”

“And why you always knock, even though I gave you a key?”

Another nod.

“And why you insisted on making the trek home in below freezing weather just to grab a t-shirt?”

Once more, you nodded with downcast eyes.

“Oh, baby, that’s- I’m sorry”, he wrapped his arms around you a bit tighter, holding you close to his body. “That’s terrible. I mean, letting your girl wear your shirts to bed is like, the bare minimum. And he really- I’m sorry, I can’t get past him waking you up just so he could kick you out.”

The memories of those days were humiliating, sometimes even a bit shameful. You’d known at the time that you didn’t deserve to be treated like a burden, but it took you nearly three years to leave. And even though you hadn’t spoken to or seen your ex in years, the ghosts of his mistreatment still haunted you.

“Can you look at me, doll?” Once you dragged your eyes up to meet his, Bucky took your face in his hands. “I want you to hear me very clearly when I say this, okay?”

“Okay…”

“You are not, never have been, and never will be: a bother, a burden, or an inconvenience of any kind. You can wear my clothes, eat my food- steal my car, I don’t care, baby. I am yours, completely and totally. I want you here. Always. You can never overstay your welcome or impose- this is just as much your home as it is mine. Sleep in, leave a toothbrush here… Hell, you can leave an entire wardrobe in my closet- I’ll put my clothes in garbage bags.”

You laughed at his exaggerations and dramatics, but his lighthearted words carried an air of seriousness. Bucky wanted you. He prioritized you and cherished you, to the point that you sometimes thought he was a little nuts.

“Buck, I don't- I'm not even sure how to respond to that. I mean, I've never felt wanted like this before,” you nuzzled your face into his neck, happily breathing in his warm scent. “You have no idea the weight you just lifted off my chest- I’ve kind of been walking on eggshells. I'm trying so hard not to step out of line in our relationship, cause I just- I want you to want me.” You cringed, "Awesome, now I'm quoting Cheap Trick songs..."

Bucky threw his head back in a laugh, "Hey, quote all the songs you want, baby." He grew serious all of sudden, eliminating his joking tone. "And just so you know, you don’t have to do any of that anymore. Step outta line, break the eggshells- actually, there are no lines. No eggshells. Not in this relationship."

Bucky’s talent for eliminating your anxiety always blew you away, no matter how many times he pulled you back from the brink. But the tension still lived inside you, lying dormant until the perfect moment to strike. “I can’t promise that I’m not gonna feel this way next month or next week or tomorrow. So, I just wanna say sorry in advance for-”

“Baby, don’t apologize. You don’t have to, okay? I know better than anyone that a few nice words from your significant other can’t instantly fix your problems- if that were the case, I wouldn’t have panicked on the subway”. He shot you a wink, but dropped the goofy grin as he stared down at you, “any time you feel this way, any time you need reminding- just tell me. I’ll be more than happy to say all of this again. Because I love you, I want you- you’re my girl. And I’d do anything for you.”

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rassvetsky · 1 year

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Star Spangled Singer

part one | part two

"Steve wasn't sure what got into him when he had you all to himself in that Star Spangled Singer outfit, but the way you touched him made the rest of the USO tour girls back in 40's pale in comparison."

[3k] | could be read as a standalone, fem!reader, just smut tbh, established relationship, switch dynamics, reader dressed up as a uso tour girl for halloween, dirty talk, marking, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v action, they're desperate asf. kind of a gift to @takeyour-pants-off thank you for pushing me into the depths of horniness. yes. ilysm.

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

You've never seen Steve like this.

There were times where he was a lot more relaxed, joking around with everyone with a smile on his lips. There were times where he was serious, usually during briefings and missions. There were times where he was filled to the brim with affection, not letting you get out of bed just because he has to hold you, until you quite literally beg, in which he'll only let you go with pouts and declarations of how unthankful and evil you were for leaving him all alone.

And of course, there were times where he just couldn't keep his hands off of you. But even during those times, he always had it together, kept his composure and mostly, remained serious.

Now, you didn't know who this was and what he did to your Steve, but you weren't complaining.

You shrugged his earlier flustered state off, thinking that it's just the nostalgia, maybe seeing you in a Star Spangled Singers outfit brought along a lot of memories and he didn't know how to comprehend all that. Didn't even know how to ask you, his long-time girlfriend if she'd like anything to drink. But even after hours, when you two returned to your shared room at the compound to cherish Halloween through shitty early 2000's horror movies and sweets stolen from the main areas, he was still a bit jumpy.

And you felt so guilty for making jokes about how he was right back in the 40's upon seeing you in that outfit, with the way he acted and spoke around you.

Because this Steve, who's currently busy literally begging you to not take off the outfit -even after you said that you wanted to go to sleep- but refusing to explain why, was definitely 40's Steve.

The Steve that just lost his virginity to a Star Spangled Singer.

"Just keep it on for a little longer," he was sitting by the edge of the bed with you standing between his legs, palms against the back of your upper thighs right below your red and white flowy skirt, clad in black pantyhose. "It's not everyday that you see your girlfriend dressed up like this."

"Steve," you sighed, thumbs drawing circles above his collarbones as you held onto his shoulders. "I'll keep it on if you just tell me why. Otherwise, I'm taking it off and going to bed, I got up way too early today to help Natasha with decorations and-"

What cut you off was his gaze. The way he looked up at you from where you stood. His eyes seemed sparklier than ever for some reason, and even under the dim light, you could see the underlying plea. "Just tell me, baby."

"I don't get why it- seeing you like this- it makes me feel some type of way," he sighed out, nuzzling his face slightly to your palm when you brought it up to caress his cheek. "But Y/N, you look incredible. Beyond words."

"That's not a reason for me to keep this on. Elaborate." you spoke, a bit firm despite the way you tilted your head to the side cutely. You were picking up on the signs obviously, not like he was doing anything to hide his hard-on anyway, but it was so fun to see his composure crumbling.

He must have been too turned on to think properly.

He just looked at you after that, unable to find the correct words- almost as if he completely forgot the entirety of the English language at that moment. His breathing got a bit more shallow, you noticed, from the way his chest heaved and he had to part his lips. You ran your thumb along his lower lip, feeling the soft & plump flesh under your fingertip before leaning in to whisper in his ear, giving him a clear view of your cleavage. The deep V cut of the blue vest didn't help, either. "Since you're not telling me anything, we're taking this off of me."

He visibly shuddered at how you said 'we', instead of 'I'.

You stood straight again after getting a hold of both of his hands, a proud grin on your lips as you led them right under your skirt. "Starting with the tights."

Steve gave you a quick nod before his fingers found their way to the waistband of the pantyhose, starting to pull it down slowly after hooking his fingers on it. You watched the way he took his lower lip in between his teeth, eyes trained on the way the thin layer of clothing slowly slid down your thighs, all the way down to your calves before he pulled them off of your feet.

That must've given him some courage, you thought, because unlike his former timid behavior, he was a lot more touchy on his way up, one hand on your waist as the other rested on the back of your thigh again. He pulled your leg forward a little bit, letting you rest your knee on the mattress and get closer to him before nuzzling his face onto your wrist, leaving a soft kiss on the pulse point. "You should've kept the gloves on."

"You should've stopped telling me what to do minutes ago." you snapped back, getting a hold of his chin to make him look up at you again. "You wanna fuck me in this outfit so bad, don't you?"

He nodded against your hold, fingertips digging deeper into you as you chuckled. "That's what I want, too. Got so wet thinking about it when we were watching that god-awful movie." the side of his lips tugged upwards in a faint smile at that. "Thought you could just push this fucking skirt up a bit and play with my clit lazily but seems like I managed to get Captain America all shy, huh?"

"I'm not shy."

"Let's not fool ourselves." you clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, humming a bit when you felt his hand slipping upwards a bit, teasing the ends of our panties with his fingertips. You couldn't hold the strict demeanor up anymore as you reached in to catch his lips in a kiss, cradling his face in your palms as your lips slid in sync, impatiently. He was quick to pull you on his lap given the advantage, and you adjusted yourself just to sit right on his hard-on, grinding your soaked panties on his clothed length with a gasp.

And that must've given him a whole lot of courage because next thing you know, he was slipping his tongue through your lips, almost daring you to fight back with yours. Your skirt bunched up on your waist when he pushed it up a bit more, hands squeezing your hips roughly to grind you down harder.

Your gasps turned into messy whines against the sloppy kiss, lips wet and abused just from a few minutes of kissing with how rough both of you were being. If he pulled your lower lip with his teeth, you bit harder next time around. And that only turned him on more because he was gradually increasing the intensity like you.

You pulled back to catch your breath and to speak, possibly, but you couldn't help the way your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head when he took that opportunity to attach his lips on your neck, biting and sucking small marks with his tongue working to soothe every single bruise. Your fingers carded through his hair, gripping on the short strands with so much force that it pulled a groan out of Steve. "Fuck, Steve, calm down." you let out a breathy chuckle, causing him to pull away from your skin and look at you.

He seemed horny beyond comprehension.

"What's gotten into you, hm?" you spoke, still a bit breathless as your hands made their way to his face again, cupping his cheeks.

"Wanna fuck you so bad." he whispered as he couldn't trust his voice at that moment, eyes on your lips as if he just couldn't get away. "I'm going crazy."

"Yeah, seems like you actually are." you hummed, pushing him by his shoulders just so he could lay back on the bed, still straddling him. "But remember when you used to tell me to be patient whenever I got this way, Stevie? Remember how you'd slap my cunt just because I was going crazy for you?"

He let out a broken moan at that, eyes shut with his hands on your bare thighs. "So, be patient. Or else you might not get that dick wet tonight." you giggled to yourself, slowly pushing yourself up to your knees before reaching under your skirt, pulling your panties down.

"You're so- God, you're evil," he mumbled, helping you get rid of your panties nonetheless. You nodded with a hum before gripping his wrist, leading his palm all the way to your soaked cunt. A hiss left his lips when he felt how wet you acrually were, fingers spreading your essence through your folds, up to your clit before he started to circle it slowly. A soft whine left you, as you reached for his button-up shirt, unbuttoning it oh so slowly as if you had all the time in the world.

He didn't mind that as he carefully watched your reactions to the way his fingers moved against you, letting you push the material to both sides just to reveal his toned chest. You were already grinding on his fingers when you got to his pants, your whines becoming more consistent, eyes hardly open. "Steve, please."

"Please what?" God, you hated his guts sometimes.

"Please do something, I- anything, please," you sighed out, a type of bliss that got you desperate taking over your whole body. He wasn't going to tease you for long, not while he was way too turned on to even think straight, so he slowly wrapped his arms around you and switched your positions, now with you under him and him hovering over you. He was quick with the way he took off the rest of his clothes, instinctively giving his length a firm jerk, leaky tip way too sensitive to allow him anything more- he needed to be inside of you so bad.

But, a gentleman at heart, he ignored the instinct and kissed his way up from your parted legs, to your arms, to your neck again. His fingers found their way to your core again and you squirmed on the sheets under him, a sigh leaving you when he slipped one right inside, the second one following suit.

He was busy leaving his teeth marks all over your neck while his fingers thrusted in and out, hard enough to hear your slick hit against your own skin when it covered his hand, fast enough to have you moaning out his name in mere seconds. You were involuntarily clawing on his back, definitely leaving enough marks to have him complain about it by the next morning but you couldn't care less- his fingers felt way too good grazing against your walls and you would wear his marks on your neck with pride. It went both ways.

Finally, you felt a familiar knot forming, legs slightly shaking and your abdomen buzzing. He must've felt the way you clenched around his digits tighter and tighter, as he curled his fingers a little bit, making you see stars as you squirmed and writhed under him, moans way louder than before. "C'mon," he whispered, lips right under your ears as he left a kiss there. "Come for me, right on those fingers baby. Make a mess."

And you were sure that no human being would ever be able to resist him when he said it all like that, in that desperate voice as if your pleasure was his. A mindblowing orgasm took over your entire body, had you shaking completely and a moan of his name loud enough to be mistaken for a scream leaving your lips. Your vision was all white with your eyes shut tight, cunt gripping on his fingers like vice- tight enough to give him a hard time when he kept thrusting slowly to let you ride it down. "That's it, that's a good girl." he hummed, hot breath hitting your neck and trailing up to your lips, where he left a gentle kiss before pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to his lips.

You wrapped your arm around his neck loosely, composure barely regained when your free hand went in between your bodies, getting a hold of his hard & warm length and looking at him with pleading eyes, roles switched completely. Steve looked at you with understanding- knowing how nothing would ever come close to pleasing you the way his cock did, something you reminded him of quite often. So he didn't waste more time, hand meeting yours around his length when he let the tip brush through your folds to gather your wetness, waiting for you to pull your hand away before slowly pushing in.

A rough groan left his lips, sensitive whine left yours. It was a pleasant stretch each time even though he was literally gifted when it came to how thick he was, filling you up just right when he bottomed out. You felt so full to the brim, struggling to even form a thought when he was so deep inside of you, unable to do anything else than whining and squirming, just to feel something. He gave in rather easily this time and pulled out half-way, only to roughly thrust back in, sending you flinching away but he was there to hold you, arms wrapped around your clothed waist.

Your pathetic moans mixed up with his softer ones as he set a rough pace, too impatient to give you a second to recover from one before another followed. You could feel the outfit getting more and more damp with your sweat but you couldn't bring yourself to care, and neither could Steve, as he was busy watching the way your vest-covered breasts bounced with each thrust, little white stars on either side.

He was sure just the thought of tonight would be enough to elicit shudders later on.

Your walls were pulsating hard around him, the grip you had on his length tightening with each thrust, making it harder and harder for him to move- but he made up for that with increased intensity of his movements. His hips snapped against yours, the lewd sound filling up the entire room and giving you no time to breathe in the same amount of air you exhaled. That familiar knot was forming again, way more intense in the way it pushed you straight into overdrive, and God, it didn't help at all when Steve's pace faltered, strokes deeper and harder but less so in velocity.

"Fuck, gonna come," he panted against your ear, feeling your slick all the way down on his balls, the mess making his brain all mushy and awakening the most primal of all urges inside of him. You could only nod, not trusting your voice as your throat hurt a bit from how loud you were being, whines consistent with the way he kept grinding onto you. "Come with me, baby. Let me fill you up real good."

Not like you had any other option when the coil snapped, back arching from the bed and making your body press against his when you felt his hot seed fill up your insides to the brim, in the best way possible. You felt full enough to go numb, vision white until blurry, arms wrapped around his neck so tight that if he wasn't busy groaning out your name he would try to get out of that grip.

Your orgasm, surprisingly, was even more intense than the former. It had your toes curling, body shaking so hard that you could feel the mattress quake, a loud cry leaving your lips. Steve, despite the sensitivity, snapped his hips up once more before capturing your lips in a heated kiss, full-on spit and tongue with no care whatsoever.

You felt like you were on the clouds, wrapped up in the embrace of your lover.

"You there, honey?" he whispered against your wet lips after pulling away a bit, eyes closed with a grin on his lips as you nodded slowly. "Earth to Y/N."

"Feel so full, Stevie." you mewled out, letting out a soft hiss when he slowly sat up and pulled out of you, fingers immediately finding your core again just to run the tips over his come leaking out.

"I know, baby. I know. But we don't waste a drop, do we?" he hummed, slowly pushing his fingers in despite your tired protest, the sensitivity causing you to squirm with a lazy grin. A curse left his lips. "Wanted to come on your tits in that vest."

"You're such a teenager," you whined out, earning a laugh from him. "Maybe sometime."

"Maybe." he leaned in for a short peck, smiling against your lips when you tried to wrap yourself around him again. "Messy girl. Let's go shower, yeah?"

Your entire body felt sore in this good, tingly way as you watched Steve pull on some sweatpants, damp hair dribbling down to his toned back. You were still wrapped up nice and comfy in your soft bathrobe, resisting getting dressed much to Steve's dismay.

"You're photocopying me with your eyes." he spoke, earning a lazy laugh from you as you held your arms open for him, humming contently when he climbed on the bed just to pull you into his embrace. "That was interesting."

"Mhm, so insightful." you chimed in, nuzzling your face into his chest as he hugged you tighter. "Didn't know I could pull something like that out of you."

"Me neither. In my defense, you looked absolutely gorgeous. Not that you don't look gorgeous when you're not-"

"I get it, Steve," a soft chuckle left you as you squeezed his hand. "Love you."

"Love you too." and with that, you thought that the two of you would go to sleep but of course, Steve had quite the active brain.

"Do you think you could sing the Star Spangled Man song next time you wear it?"

"I might consider it if I wake up to a box of donuts."

"With red, blue, white sprinkles," he nodded. "Sounds like a deal."

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fic #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers oneshot #steve rogers blurb #marvel x reader #marvel fic #captain america x reader #captain america fic #steve rogers

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vancehopperenthusiast · 2 years

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Maybe I'm your soulmate. || Robin Arellano || part two

Summary- after the library incident, robin sees you picking up the Blakes from their house the next day. what an odd coincidence that he's doing the exact same thing. on the way to school, robin hears something he doesn't like too much.

Tags- jealous robin, school gross, oreo game (fucking hate that game), bitchass bruce Yamada uh yeah that's all

Warnings- cursing, small and i mean very small mentions of drugs and blood

Notes- CAN I JUST SAY THANK YOU GUYS SO

MUCH FOR TJE LOVE ON PART ONE 🤭🤭 ALSO I MIGHT TURN THIS INTO A SERIES BECAUSE I DONT WANNA MAKE SUUUPER LONG CHAPTERS AND PACK IN TOO MUCH INFO BUT YEAH JUST LMK IF YOU WANT ANOTHER PART LOLZ

Robin sat there awestruck for a good ten minutes, hell he probably would’ve sat there all night had the librarian not ruined his thought process.

“Hey kid, the library is closing. go on somewhere do some drugs quit being a loser” the librarian whisper shouted, pointing to the exit.

“oh my bad sorry yeah” he chuckled, and hurriedly grabbed his things.

on his walk home he thought a lot about you or more so why were you cutting off this sudden rivalry with some random flirting?

‘it was probably a one time thing’ that was one of the thoughts he actually didn’t want to be true. you were cool & pretty. you’re a great friend to finn.. you could probably fight well too.

“jeez louise i gotta hurry the fuck home” robin spoke out loud. that was probably the first sentence he’d said in a hot minute. everything other than that was just thoughts of you.

poor guy couldn’t get his mind off you, until he entered his house, “Robin! where were you. me and your mother were worried sick!”

his uncle was right, he probably could’ve tried and communicated in some way to let his family know he would be back rather late and quite past curfew, but hey whaddya know he forgot. somebody had distracted him.

“sorry i was at the library, i should’ve faxed and said i was gonna be late” the long haired sighed regretfully.

His uncle groaned disappointedly, “we’re just glad you’re home. now go on to your room and wash up before dinner.

robin scurried up to his room and changed into some pj's before quickly rushing back down and sliding into his seat looking around for the food.

his mother placed down his plate, a big bowl of noodles, homemade spaghetti sauce and some sprite rested on the table below.

"gracias mama," he beamed before digging in.

the next day when robin awoke, he tried his hardest not to think about what had occurred the day beforehand. he hastily got ready and rushed to the blake's to get Finney and Gwen,

when he got there, you were standing outside, almost as if you were waiting on them. when you turned around your face lit up, "Hey Rob! Finn and Gwen are practically ready, Terrence said I could go on in but I just said I'd rather wait out here. you're more than welcome to go inside I'm sure!"

he looked at you for a moment, confusedly, wondering how he should respond. he thought of something clever but Gwen walked out with Finney hot on her trail.

"Hey, Robin. Hey Y/N! you two ready?" Both you and robin nodded before leading the way to the school. Before you guys got too far you let out a gasp.

"Ohmigod! I forgot to tell you guys! Bruce Yamada asked me on a date!!" Robin's entire world began to shake, why did it matter to him so much? Bruce was a good guy, if anything he should be happy for you.

right?

well, he wasn't. his fists were balled up so much so that his knuckles turned white. He bit the inside of his cheek until it began to leak a crimson red liquid, a metallic taste filling his mouth slightly.

he tried his best to rejoin the conversation and listen in, "what'd you say?!" Gwenny shouted excitedly "I said maybe," you sighed, Gwen did too. but not for the same reasons.

"What!!? But you've literally liked him since you got here!" the braided-haired girl said astonished.

"Yeah I know but, his friends were laughing... I think he was playing oreo or something." you looked at the ground.

"oreo?" robin questioned Finney nodded before speaking up, "it's some sick game people play, a group of people play rock paper scissors and the winner makes the loser ask out the person of the winner's choice. each person who plays is an oreo and the loser gets the filling or something. it sucks"

robin scoffed, the school coming into his view just in time. "I gotta go. see ya at lunch." robin waved the three off.

"Is he okay?" Y/N asked, noticing his weird behavior and actions today "Yeah yep he's fine."

#finney blake #griffin stagg #paperboy #robin arellano #vance hopper #the black phone #tbp #bruce yamada #robin arellano x reader

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vyntilador · 1 year

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Hi It's me from the Tiktok,I Have this Headcanon On Tot Boys Being a Dad Like I'm Sure Artem is gonna Spoil His Children ESPECIALLY Marius Like The moment he hears His Child Mumbling About "Wow This Kitty plushie looks cute" and He be Like "Then Get em" he might Also Buy the Whole Store(I wish a had a marius in my life) AND for Luke,Like i think he's gonna be A Chill Dad yk Like Setting a prank together with his child and do cute Stuff y'all Mostly go out to Have a Family Bonding Since Luke is Busy being a Detective (a hot One) and lastly Vyn i think He's the Type of that Who Enjoy Reading his Children a Story When it's Bedtime and he's the type to also Gossip with his Children like "Dad there's this Kid-" and he go like "C'mere Tell me all about Ur school and stuff" LIKE ISN'T CUTEEE and While Us Just Watching Them Interact and Smiling like an Idiot, anyways This is just What i had in mind ofc ur free to Say no to my Idea But Yeah That's All,Hope you have a good Rest!🖤

Father, May I?

NXX boys as dads</333

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Genre: fluff ofc but I'm adding angst parts after every story bcs it's my specialty duhh(I WAS BORED SORRYYY)

A/N: BESTIE UR A GENIUS THIS IS RLLY CUTE TOO😭😭😭 IMMA HAVE A FIELD DAY WITH THIS ONE TYVM SRY IF I REPLY TOO LATE SCHEDULES PRETTY TIGHT</333 also i might make this into 2 parts bcs it might take long idk depends if I finish this quickly!! Sorry for the wait<3

Vyn Richter

This man is literally A DUKE of a kingdom LITERALLY LOOK INTO MY EYES AND TELL ME HE WONT GO ALL OUT FOR HIS PRINCESS</333

He doesn't rlly flex it often in the stories (except when he literally showed to their faces that only he had an invitation to that one Pluto cruise ship lmao

Speaking of cruise ships, he'd definitely be renting/buying a whole cruise ship for your daughter's birthday or if she's not into those, he'll arrange for her birthday party in the ballroom in their castle/family mansion in Svart

Honestly, he never wanted to ever come back to Svart if it wasn't for his little princess</33

You told her a bedtime story saying that her dad is a king and you're actually a queen which makes your daughter a princess

The story was supposed to make her sleepy but she ended up getting too excited and literally begging her father(Vyn) if they can come to their castle (he didn't agree at first, hesitant onto how the people of Svart and most importantly, his father woulf react but who cares his child wanted to go there so why not🙄)

Yeah with that said, after that, he just went on a spoiling spree on his daughter but he won't overdo it ofc🤷‍♀️ He doesn't want her to turn into someone condescending and just a bad person as a whole and with that kind of raising technique of his, she grows up into such a sweet girl and he sometimes can't help but smile stupidly with how his daughter resembles her mom so much 😭

Angst part

Ok so me and a friend of mine had this hc where like I forgot most of it but it was just how if Vyn decides to leave you and come back to Svart (he doesn't know that you have a child together so u ended up raising your daughter alone)

Can you imagine the shock on his face when he passes by the house he used to live with you in Stellis, only to see you playing in the rose filled garden with a little girl

You turn around to the sound of your name being called, hesitant but you still did it as you recognized his voice. He stood in front of you in formal attire, looking down on you with a soft glimmer in his eyes, seemingly shocked and feeling guilty

He asks you why you didn't tell him about your daughter but you immediately interrupted him saying that he never gave you a chance to speak

If you let him in your lives again, he'll make sure that his daughter lives the best life, guilty with how he almost made her live the same childhood as him</3

But even after the second chance you gave him, you desperately picked up the broken pieces of your heart from the ground as you tear up at the sight of the father of your children and the King of Svart, Vyn, being wedded to a woman on equal footing as him.

Artem Wing

Mkay so first of all, uhm TWINS?? Lets say it's a boy and a girl. Well the girl resembles you in EVERY way possible. She's stubborn asf but determined with whatever she puts her mind into. She sometimes pushes his brother into doing stuff he loves like inspiring him yk??

Her brother tho, she's like Artem lmao💀 He's usually calm and silent in a corner somewhere doing arts and crafts while his sister is in the middle of the room singing twinkle twinkle little stars from the bottom of her heart

You'd think that the sister would be the protector between the two of em but it's actually your son. He's kinda timid and shy but he won't tolerate any unjust actions towards his dear sister</3 (You nudge Artem and chuckle at how much your son resembled your husband</33)

When it comes to what your children want, like toys, clothes etc, I wouldn't say that he'll buy anything they want (that's a lie he actually buys them whatever they want when you're not within the vicinity lmao)

It usually goes like this, your daughter is asking Artem to buy both of em something because their friends have it and he'll usually refuse when you're there but the moment you go out to buy groceries, you'd just end up dropping the bags of grocery you had with you the moment you come home as you lay your eyes on the newly bought bikes that looks expensive asf in front of your home LMAOOOO

Yall remember that one personal story where he spent millions for us during the investigation?? He'd def do that to you and your children

They aren't even born yet and he's already having your house renovated for their rooms, already buying shit ton of toys, going to the mall ONLY for food and suddenly, hes calling you over to ask if this little baby onesie would look cute on your children</3

There is no Angst part. I mean, ITS LITERALLY ARTEM WING. HES THE GREENEST OF THE GREEN FLAGS MY BOY HAS NO FLAWS.

Luke Pearce

Also twins ngl. Energetic ones at that

Twin girls?? Absolutely (do yall know the fanarts of Lukerosa with this daughter named xiaxia😭😭😭)

Well lets just pretend theres two xiaxia's here

Anyway, he's like those uncle/grandmas that give you chocolate or money in secret when your parents aren't looking

Like maybe before you all eat dinner, daughter 1 is already hungry and is sulking bcs you didnt let her have a bite of the ice cream and here comes papa Luke to the rescue, passing her a piece of chocolate discreetly 😭

Gives your daughters piggy back rides especially when going out to family night outs or when just going to the park to have a little picnic. Or at weekend nights when you're both not working, you're all in the living room laughing softly at the 3 of em seeing them dance in the middle of the room to some children's music

OH AND ARRON IS DEFINITELY SUCH A CUTE UNCLE TO THEM OMGGG hes giving them plushies, money...toy guns..(as soon as Luke found out about it, he's immediately banned from coming over lmao/j)

Hes vv soft to his princesses but he isn't too soft that he gives them everything. I'm not rlly sure but I think he'd like practice disciple with wanting stuff like, 'Do you want the chocolate or the animal plushie? If you get the chocolate, it wouldn't last very long but if you get the plushie, you'll have it forever!'

Goes to your childhood home sometimes to hang out in the attic where you and Luke used to play in and introduces your girls to Sherlock Holmes</3

(DRESSES THEM UP AS JOHN WATSON N SHERLOCK HOLMES😭😭😭😭)

Just the best dad overall tbh

Angst part<333

He was very hesitant with having children with you with the thing abt his life and his line of work but the moment that he sees the smile on your face slowly dissipate and turn into a look of gloom, he feels guilty for even hesitating for a moment and immediately hugs you

He knows he won't be around for a while so even if he really wants to give your children proper discipline, there are moments where he just spoils them to their hearts content

Sometimes at night, he sits alone in the balcony of your own home and he smiles softly knowing that you now have little angels to look after you once the time comes.

The burden of all of these dawns on him tho. Like, what would your daughters feel like when they realize their dad's gone? What if his work as a spy results in his family getting hurt? Or worse, what if one of them gets pulled into the NXX stuff?

There are times where guilt and despair overwhelms him so pls go easy on him amd always give him cuddles<33

Your touch used to bring him comfort but why is it that when you brushed your hand against his face to wipe his tears away as you laid half conscious in his arms, it brought an overwhelming sense of fear and guilt?

He hugs your body closer to him as tears fell continously from his face, hurting at how his princesses will probably have to grow up without parents.

Marius von Hagen

He spoils them. No negotiations, no questions asked.

He has a son too btw!! (his son hates him lmao)

Your son hates it when his dad hogs or steals all your attention which then ends up having a mini Marius sulking and hugging your legs asking you with a pout if you love Marius more than him LMAOOOO

I forgot where I read this but I think its the personal story???? idk i forgot Where the cat sneaks in to his home and just hates him overall

Your son would def wanna keep the cat and claim that the cat is now his "accomplice"

Yea but with all that aside, Marius is definitely soft for his son</333 He inherited everything of his dad but he has your eyes which makes him more vulnerable to puppy dog eyes of your son when he asks his dad to get him something

He's well aware of his footing in society so he knows how to stand up to himself well. Or if paparazzi surrounds you, poor baby would scream at them and tell them how he hates them for making his mom(you) have a hard time

Surprisingly, the reporters feel bad and start making way for the three of you to go home

Marius is definitely proud of him for standing up for himself and his mom. Speaking of that, he's another sucker for his kid when you're away. You could literally blink and the moment you open your eyes again, there's suddenly a mountain of toys around u lmao

Angst part

Marius is also very aware of how dangerous it is to live in front of the camera and being exposed to the judging eyes of the public so he tries his absolute best to keep you both safe. Including with scandals, where it's said that PAX CEO Marius von Hagen is having an affair with someone else while having a family of his own. His heart breaks into a million pieces as he looks down on his son thats literally crying and hitting his leg with little to no force because of how hard he was crying.

Hes cursing his own dad on why he has the guts to make u cry like that. His last straw snaps as tears swell into his own eyes as he bends down to pick up your crying son and he hugs him tightly.

He considered leaving PAX and having someone else run it seeing how bad of an effect it left to his family but you begged him to stay there seeing how important the company is but what you didnt expect was that he'll someday put his company first before his family.

A/N:I think i kept turning away from the og plot im so sorry😭😭😭 i made this at 12 last night bcs i couldnt sleep so m sorry if it does look too good💀💀

I also just went with it and did all of em lmao I WAS ALSO HUNGRY WHILE MAKING THIS SO THATS PROLLY WHY I WAS STRAYIMG FROM THE PLOT LMAOOOOO

#artem wing #artem x mc #artem x you #luke pearce #luke pearce x mc #luke pearce x reader #marius von hagen #marius x mc #marius x reader #tears of themis #vyn richter #vyn x reader #vyn richter x reader #tears of themis vyn

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igotanidea · 2 years

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The Raven's daughter: Morpheusx Matthew's daughter pt 2

prevously: part 1

Part 2

Since The Dream Lord never explicitly forbid Matthew from visiting his daughter, the Raven was using every opportunity to do so. This time he surprised the girl on Friday morning taping on her window on the early morning.

-Hey dad, perfect timing, you know. If you keep doing this I might throw my alarm clock away – Kay opens the window, not quite awake yet with her hair being a mess and her eyes not accustomed to the light.

-Don’t fool me. You don’t have an alarm clock. You use your phone for that. I just really hope you changed the sound, it was always annoying me – the Raven hops inside referring to his daughter’s high school time when she was listening to some electronic music

-It was a brief phase! – she protest emphasizing the word “brief”, even now, being almost 30 still a bit embarrassed about that – And yes, I did change it. But you would not like my alternative rock either.

-You know, this is one of the very rare moments where I’m glad to be a bird. I can always fly away from the music I don’t like – Matthew spats jokingly.

-Just wait here for a minute, ok? I need to remind my eyes their purpose is to actually helps me see. I don’t think they’re awoken just yet – she lets her father into tiny kitchen and leaves him crouching (?) on the counter.

A couple minutes later, she prepares breakfast. Unbothered by Matthew’s disapproval she just pour some cold milk into the bowl and fill it with cereals.

-Kay! – the raven caws – how many times do I have to tell you? The cereals goes first, then you add milk.

-Oh, yeah, I forgot – she grins – guess it’s too late now.

If anyone from the outside ever watched this two, one would think father and daughter to be childlike individuals fighting over every simple thing. The truth however, was that they had a lot of inside jokes and deeply cared about each other. Matthew, as the father was somewhat better at showing that explicitly. Kay was more prone to use sarcasm and irony to cover her sensitive part and avoid being hurt. There were only a couple of people who saw through that. The rest? Simply wasn’t worth it. Knowing his daughter well enough, Matthew decided it would be best to entertain Kay with the continuation of the story he started last time when he visited.

- …. and then, after we received boss’ pouch of sand we went to Hell…

- Hell? Like literal Hell or are you being metaphorical right now?

Mere mention of the Dream Lord and her father going to Hell made Kayleen stop her spoon halfway between the bowl and her open with astonishment mouth. Neither the girl nor the bird notices her hand shaking slightly causing some of the cereal to drop down and splashing the milk all over Matthew and Kay’s pajama.

-Hey, watch it, Kayleen – Matthew ruffles his feathers a bit annoyed

-Sorry, dad - she reaches for the towel trying to dry her father which is funny enough if you have a specific sense of humor.

-Never mind. I meant literal Hell. You know, souls of the damned, demons and Lucifer. By the way did you know that the ruler of underground is actually a woman? Pretty intimidating one, may I add.

-Obviously. That’s a common knowledge. I am basically on a first- name basis with Lucifer – she shrugs casually – But sarcasm aside, I’m not a bit surprised it takes a woman to keep a bunch of demons in check. The person who said we are the weak sex must have definitely been a man – she grins and Matthew can’t help being proud of how powerful and resilient his daughter grew up to be. Considering the fact she was raised without a mother who left the family when Kay was little – I can’t believe I’m really asking this, but how was it? In Hell? Do they really make the damned wash in the ladle of tar?

-What? No. Quite the opposite actually.

-Meaning?

-They make you bring your own fire to hell.

-What? Really? So the costs of maintenance is high there too, I suppose? I mean, my rent has been killing me lately. And speaking of rent, I would love to continue this conversation later but for the time being I got to get to work. You know, I’m still a human and I have to earn to pay the bills. Otherwise I might be forced to go to Hell as well. Hmm – she mutters – that even rhymes.

-Sorry, Kay, I guess I forgot about that. I just missed you and can’t get enough of you.

-I know. It’s ok. I missed you too – the girl gently taps the bird’s head – can you visit me later? In the evening? I finish my classes at 4 p.m. That is – if you have some kind of time tracking in the …. – she hesitates trying to remember the name of Morpheus’ realm … - Dreaming – she snaps her finger in sudden realization.

-We don’t and I’m not entirely sure if boss wouldn’t need me later on. He relies on me heavily, you know.

-I bet. You must be very important to him. The only one loyal enough to follow him through the gates of damnation – she laughs lightly and it’s contagious making Matthew “laugh” too.

-Well, he’s not exactly the first one to admit it.

-Yeah, from what I saw when he appeared here he can be quite moody and distant. Drama queen much?

-He is. And you don’t even know one percent of it. Anyway, I will do my best to meet you after work. I know you like a good story.

-Being an English and writing lecturer requires a little bit of imagination and creativity so any prompt can be useful.

-And I’ll be glad to provide you with that. So, we see each other later. – the Raven states, gently tapping Kayleen’s hand with his wing and fly out the open window.

-This is crazy – Kayleen says to herself – this is batshit crazy – shaking her head but still with a smile on her face she quickly dresses up, picks up her bag and leave the flat. Thankfully, she lives close to the University so there is no risk of being late.

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As she crosses the street she spots one of the new teacher. The historian. She didn’t really have the opportunity of meeting and greeting him properly but she met an ear that his name was quite unusual. Hob? Maybe that was some sort of abbreviation? From Robert perhaps? Anyway, rumor has it, that this new guy was a walking encyclopedia of fun facts so she already had an idea of how to get him involved in her classes covering some literature classics. Like Shakespeare for example. But that was an idea for the future since the topic for today was frankly the ancient roots of modern arts. How the current writers and artist derive from what was created from the past.

The girl quickly enters the auditorium humming with content. Once again all of her students showed up. Not that she wanted to brag, but her classes was always the most-attended one and that made her proud. The possibility to help shaping and inspiring young minds was always appealing to her so she was practically leaving her own Dream.

-Good morning everyone - she greets the student getting some in return – I’m so happy to see you all. Today’s topic might be particularly interesting to you since we are going to be mixing a little bit of past with a little bit of present.

-So you’re not going to bore us with the history of some old classic dudes who died a hundred years ago, professor? – one of the boys in the front row ask.

-Oh, I was actually planning on making you learn the whole history of Plato by heart – she jokes and the atmosphere loosen up – But seriously, did I ever? - Kay smiles at him as the boy shakes his head grinning. That was another specifics of her classes. She never stopped students from freely expressing their minds. This was a free-hate, open – minded space where she allowed even the sacrum to be torn apart and build up again. Most often with the surprising and exciting results. – Ok, I know you come from different schools and therefore your experience with teachers may vary, but once again I got to remind you of the first rule here. Do you remember it? – the students nod their heads – Amber? Would you like to say it out loud? – Kay point to the redhead girl .

-Don’t be afraid to use constructive criticism.

-Precisely. So… - Kay launches the presentation she prepared for today – ancient Greece and Rome. The cradle of humanity. The basis of culture, art and stories. Do you agree? Or do you think something else?

-In my opinion Greece and Rome are overrated.

-Ok. Care to elaborate, Dylan?

-I mean, in all of the history books there are so many pages about the Greek philosophy, the Roman law, their mythology and inventions. I do not question the fact that there were great accomplishments like aqueducts, but at the same time I feel like other cultures are not being given enough credit.

-Any particular in your mind?

-Yes. Egyptians. And maybe Scandinavian. I mean, Zeus is the same as Ra or Odin, right?

-I can’t really agree with that – another student chimes in.

-Speak your mind then, Abby. What’s your opinion?

-Dylan still keeps on naming the big cultures. But what about the ones that really are forgotten in history books? Personally I’m quite interested in Andean cultures but there are no information of them anywhere.

-I think both of you have some right. The point is that the cultures inspired one another. None of them actually functioned in isolation. And what Dylan said about Zeus, Ra and Odin being the same is true. As well as the fact that they may have derived from the civilizations we don’t even know existed. It all transpires. So tell me, does any of you believe we can use some of ancient in today’s work? Give some modern vibe to stories from the past and give them new meaning? Yes, Skye?

-I… I actually started a story based on one of the myths.

-Great. Would you like to share it with the class? – Kay encourages her, aware that Skye is one of the shy students –come on, safe space, remember?

-Well…. It’s modern approach on the story of the god of Dreams? – Sky has this manner of speaking when she’s using the questing intonation. – Morpheus

Are you kidding me? – Kayleen thinks to herself. Why does my world start revolving around the Dream Lord all of a sudden. First, my dad being his Raven, then he himself showing up and now this.

-Really? – she asks not showing any sign of her real train of thought.

-Yes. I was thinking of starting the story from the sleeplessness disease that we had to deal with some time ago. I was like five when it ended but the newspapers were writing a lot about it so there’s a lot of material to go through. And the opposite of insomnia – the story of the sleeping beauty, you know professor. Unity Kinkaid.

-Yes, yes, I know what you mean. I was actually born during this time so I had the opportunity to briefly experience that. If you like I could give you a hand with writing – Kay smiles .

-That would be amazing, professor. Thank you.

-Don’t mention it. So – would anyone else like to share an idea of their own? Or maybe add something to Skye’s?

When the class ends Kayleen’s thoughts go back to the time of the dreamer’s disease. She clearly remember one particular person, Roderick Burgess and his son Alex, who claimed they had a Devil locked up the basement of their manor. Only that it was not the devil. Her father already told her some part of the story, mentioning that it was in fact the Dream who they held in captivity. For a century. No wonder he was acting the way he was. A hundred years completely alone would drive anyone insane. And when he broke free the whole craziness of retreating his tools and talking birds started. Matthew was only halfway through the story but Kay was smart enough to connect the dots given.

Getting lost in her own thoughts of Morpheus’ locked-up time and having her half-an-hour lunch break she didn’t notice her eyelids growing heavy, slowly drifting off to a nap on her own desk. What she also didn’t know is that she was on a way to a very different domain. The one she only ever heard off. The one ruled by some particularly broody dark-haired man. When she opens her eyes the girl is dumbfounded as her surroundings doesn’t even remotely resemble her home city, London. She’s standing in the middle of meadow, so peaceful and quiet that it actually seems a bit eerie to her. The colors, the scents and the sounds seem twice as vibrant as anywhere else she has ever been. There’s also not a single soul anywhere. As she turns around she spots a path leading to an enormous lake with water so clear that you can see right through it and a suspension bridge above it. Kayeen is amused by the fact that it’s shaped in the form of giant hands holding the arch and leading the way straight to the gates of the palace made from white and gold marble with stained glass windows, and sculptures. Despite the fact that there are quite a lot of ornaments everything seems classy and thoughtful.

-Amazing – she whispers to herself looking away only when she hears the sound of flapping wings. – Wait, is that a Gargoyle?! - Once again, the girls gasps in admiration. For a moment all of her thoughts but the delight gone. Just for a moment though, as she quickly regain herself.

-Where the heck am I? – she wonders frowning.

Part 3 coming soon :)

Edit: part 3 is up here

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lonesomedotmp3 · 2 months

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I have deeply urgent things to do so clearly it's time for the final lost rankings of season one

1. kate - she's so crazy... you always want to run away katie!!

2. sayid... 🫶 when he was the first one to speak at boone's funeral graugh

3. jack. he's been serving like crazy lately it's insane. do no harm was just unreal. and I won't spoil for beth but that thing he did in exodus. his beautiful stupid hero complex <3 literally if he had absolute power he would keep it really niceys!!

4. sun. I don't have much to say she makes me feel a lot of things I really like her

5. shannon. every time she does something I find compelling she does something irritating like right after but of course I'm a feminist and I'm working on it. she's had some really good scenes though like her and walt... ugh 😿

6. jin. literally went from wanting him dead to here look how far we've come... he's been slaying sorry. but frankly I DON'TTTT care that he was in the mafia or whatever like to be honest dude I could not give less of a fuck. him just being a guy who can't communicate with the rest of them is inherently compelling and he can have this conflict with sun without it being like. oh well he's just so stressed because he's a contract killer. or whatever he does it's all the same stupid shit. I don't care! on a nicer note I'm obsessed with his little marital odd couple dynamic with micheal where micheal is one of the only ppl who can sort of understand him... they were in love here. or something.

7. boone. he will not be on this list after this and of course he's dead so I'm letting him be this high. his death was devastating lowkey and him dying desperately trying to save them all... whatever 😐 I'm letting you off the hook 😐 WHATEVER!

8. walt. henry mills swag! freaky little kid swag!

9. oh my god I forgot charlie. well if I'm being real he's been flopping lately. am I really gonna make him lower than jin... yeah I am. sorry. he'll win me back soon it won't be hard.

10. hurley. he's fine. him being the comedic side character is kind of getting grating though like I get it we need the silly but. come on...

11. locke. BOOOOOO! he's getting soooooo cocky like sit down bro you literally killed that kid because you're insane... and then calling it * ********* ********* GET OUT!!! he's obviously going to be the main part of a crazyyyy arc next season but he is irritating the hell out of me currently. and an enemy of jack is an enemy of mine...

12. micheal. also fine he has had a few good moments with jin but mostly he's kind of boring and whatever

13. sawyer. I like him much more than I used to! but he still pisses me off. ESPECIALLY after born to run before that I was like ok he can be kinda silly but oh my god keep kate's name out of your mouth she should've poisoned your ass...

whoaaaa I literally forgot about claire. sorry girl you are kind of nothing to me... I'd put her above hurley probably

and while I'm here. best episodes of season one - pilot/the moth/do no harm/exodus part one. <3 ok bye xoxo tee

#lost rankings

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mdhwrites · 10 months

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This may be a hot take ask but it's been in my mind forever.

Do you think toh was queerbaiting?

I know it was intentional to have gay ships not just for marketing purpose. But the way they were handled didn't differ that much. Amity's character was assasinated as soon as the ship sailed. Rain is a nobody outside Eda. Huntlow is one sided (and only later they revealed their orientations so they were considered stright for a while), Aladarius is more of a concept than anything.

They didn't focus on the characters (and ships) as they bragged about, but they didn't focus on the plot either. So what do you think?

Sure they did put effort in it for the first season (only lumity) but they got rid of it just as effortlessly for the rest of the show after it was said and done, like any corporations after pride month is over. And if we're honest some of us didn't even know what the main plot was even about in s1 if lumity was suppose to be the side one. Like literally there was no main plot till the door got destroyed.... oh, Luz's quest to become a witch was it? Where is the quest part🔍👀

So to the first half: That's not what queerbaiting is. This isn't Wednesday where a lot of the marketing material hyped up Wednesday and Enid like their relationship was going to be the most important (which arguably it is to be fair to that show) before then swerving into ALL THE STRAIGHT SHIPS POSSIBLE! even to the detriment of the show. That marketing team had explicitly setup what looked like it might be a queer show and even the show seems to want to keep nudging you that something might happen here but nothing does. That is queerbaiting, at least my understanding of it, because what looked like representation was put on a hook, only for the audience to find out it was all a lie once the trap was sprung.

Real representation, even if not done well or boringly, is still representation and as such, isn't bait. It might be a bit more spoiled than you initially thought but it is still real.

The plot of TOH on the other hand? That is a far more fickle thing, isn't it? Especially for a plot driven show.

Now I've been told that modern cartoons nowadays actually seem to commonly spend their first season on a much lower key than the rest so as to setup characters, be more family friendly, etc. like that. Good shows of this sort will still have a major point to this though. Amphibia absolutely follows this method because the music box and going home are brought up only a couple times in S1, though those setups actually do have payoffs and longer lasting consequences in S2, but it's still doing work. It's still enriching Anne's character and giving a satisfying story of a girl growing up.

Comparatively, Eda as a wild witch makes up maybe a third of S1 of TOH and her curse takes up even less time. That is ostensibly the plot of S1 before it claims to be transitioning into its grander plot. And to be fair to this: It does get two episodes of resolution in S2 between Affearances and Knock Knock Knockin'. But here's something that happened between me and another author by the time Clouds on the Horizon came around. They were only invested in Eda getting a coven sigil... Because they forgot Eda didn't have magic.

By the end of S2, Eda was such a minor character, so non-aggrieved by the end of S1, that another fanfic writer, someone who should be tracking these elements more than most, forgot about it entirely. And this is the curse of TOH where it's both serialized and episodic. Where consequences don't last and the focus never stays on the task at hand. Even interactions can go back and forth depending on the needs of the episode.

After all, despite the curse being an issue for Eda... Luz doesn't actually care about it until the end of S1. She could have done more. They could have highlighted their growing relationship by Luz deciding to focus on Eda's curse rather than her school life and magic, shown some character growth there too and given a reason for Hexide to exist plot wise... But they didn't. So many elements of TOH are disconnected from each other in ways that make it so TOH often has to introduce a new element to have a plot for an episode rather than EVER following up on previous hooks or the like.

As I will continue to point out: S1 ended in such a way that Belos should have been the main threat. Luz's theoretical nature to care for any oppressed person like in the first episode should have come out in a raging hurricane of pain and vengeance for almost killing her new family and cutting her off from her mom. Lilith could have even paralleled and fueled it because of Belos' betrayal of her and her ambitions.

Instead... It doesn't. It barely focuses on Hunter, the new plot element and takes a third of the season to do another Amity plot with him but worse and a quarter of the season, mostly in S2A, is giving lip service to the portal door but only two episodes in the season are actually about questing for it because frankly nothing is actually earned in this show. Luz puts more work into getting Amity's badge back, INFINITELY more work even if off screen, than getting the journal that will take her home. It's even made more bullshit by this random mouse I guess deciding to follow Luz from the library after its only interaction with her is getting screamed at.

That's not serialization. That's not using your current elements to tell your story so as to need the audience to have seen what came before. However, these episodes also aren't fun enough or satisfying enough on their own to be properly episodic. In order to get anything out of them, you HAVE to be invested already and have the greater context.

It's just another version of TOH's split personality and S3 REALLY started showing the cracks when stuff like Willow's breakdown happens and a lot of people seem to have turned to my side of "Wait... When was this actually shown to us?" Because Willow was an early element that they never did anything with. Similarly goes for Gus' confidence issues in his personal episodes while a lot of his comic relief stems from him being the pinnacle of confidence and then getting knocked down. The dude has a line of "No biggie" in response to Willow getting called the strongest witch Luz knows. Dude is secure... unless the focus is on him. Same goes for King in S1 especially frankly.

It leaves TOH in a limbo where it's not comedy focused, it's not scenario focused, it REALLY wants to be character focused but then rips apart its character's potential, and it also REALLY wants to be plot focused while having so much romantic stuff going on that it never has time for its own plot or never focuses on it.

It's just a mess, even from S1. But again, as always, S1 was at least trying to be more fun and satisfying in the individual episode and that goes a long way to making an audience be invested in the plot you're hinting at.

But eventually, you have to start your story and TOH was far more interested in new stories than satisfying conclusions to old ones.

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whats-it-mean · 5 months

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MUU THEORY/ANALYSIS

The COLORED is the thoughts of a friend of mine. The rest is me expanding on their thoughts!!!

The main interpretation I see is that what we saw in After Pain and Mu's more timid behavior is an act, this is a good interpretation! but my main thoughts after seeing It's Not My Fault were that it's perfectly possible for both of Mu's videos to exist together in the same timeline

1- I think it's worth noting in Mu's first drama audio she's panicked and quiet at first, needing to be reassured that she won't be hurt. This is fully reasonable, she's in Milgram lol. But I do think it's worth noting that while, as many have pointed out, her "I never did anything wrong" mentality was always there, it primarily comes out after she is questioned about her murder directly

2- in It's Not My Fault, Mu's eyes are green like they normally are until after her murder, in which they become pink and blue for a shot.

3- After that, her bug version is shown emerging from a cocoon

In my head currently, Mu was part of a group of friends that picked on another student, then Mu had the situation flipped on her. The repeated mention of sorry not reaching anyone is related to that, with her classmates possibly not caring that she's being bullied because she was once a bully herself, despite her remorse for her actions. She reaches out to the girl in forgot the name of who from here on will be called A, because A stood up for the girl her group picked on in the past, or at the very least openly expressed disgust for their actions while they were still ongoing. A pulls away, deeming her unforgivable for what she's done (heh), and Mu, as we all know, kills her. I think it's perfectly expected for Mu to withdraw into a the personality she had when she was the bully on not the one being bullied. After all, she spent an unknowable amount of time being punished excessively while actively repenting. Sorry never reached anyone, so why would she return to that?

Basically my point is I don't really see Mu's timid behavior as a front, I see the opposite, in which her smug, avoidant behavior is the front. The front which Mu herself either is unaware of or unable to acknowledge, to the point where it's just another part of her psyche.

Was the innocent verdict pushing her further into this? Yes. Do I think another innocent verdict would help her? No. Do I think her guilty verdict will help her? Hell fucking no.

(hey, hey!! Mairu's thoughts on this start here)

Yeah, so- in one of her voice dramas (i cant remember which) she also adamantly explains that she never PHYSICALLY bullied anyone, which was clearly what she had done to her.

and then there’s the whole theory of Muu being in love with Rei which i am a FIRM BELIEVER IN!!!

Aside from all the results of the bullying both two and from Muu, we never get a true reason for why they’re being bullied- and as a kid who was been bullied my entire life i have my theories about that. My theory is that, Rei was always out as being gay/bi, and therefore received bullying over that. Muu was in the closet at the time, and upon realizing her friends were making fun of Rei for the same thing thought she HAD to join in because she didn’t want her friends to reject her and to lose her place as the popular girl, but over time she had a crush on Rei. I feel like i don’t have to explain my reasoning for this because she literally says ‘i love you’ while looking directly at Rei. That said, she felt guilty for bullying rei and eventually confessed. Rei always viewed Muu as one of the bullies, and rejected her, leading to Muu getting bullied by her friends. She desperately asks Rei for help and apologizes in hopes that the bullying would stop, but to no avail and over time starts blaming Rei- and, driven crazy by the bullying… yk. killed her.

again, thats all just theorizing, but it doesn’t make sense that people were getting bullied over nothing- when you get bullied, they’re always making fun of specific. and from first hand experience, its pretty common to be bullied for being gay and much more plausible than any of the other theories regarding why Rei was bullied.

All that said, this would give more backing to the idea that the confident queen bee Muu was really just a front, and the Muu we saw in after pain was the real her. We can’t exactly blame her for believing in the delusion she did nothing wrong after trial one since she was in a terrible mental state and wouldn’t have been able to process the information properly regardless.

#⤥ Mairu Thinks ?#Milgram #Milgram Project #milgram theory #milgram analysis #milgram muu #muu #muu kusonoki #after pain #its not my fault #its not my fault milgram #milgram thoughts #milgram ramblings #milgram trial 1 #milgram trial 2

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Sneak-Peek of the Moonlight Reign rewrite

Hello all! I am here to deliver a fun little tidbit of the very first series I published on here but way, way, rewritten. I wrote the first chapter of Moonlight Reign not long before I turned 17, if I remember correctly, and I love the concept a lot but... not so much my execution so I, of course, changed it up a bit.

It is going to be my brand of kinda soft yandere and an ot7 x reader fic! The MC is going to be a school nurse with more or less the same background but 18 when she left and is now currently in her early to mid twenties. Jungkook will still have been a friend so here is a fun snipped into their friendship before shit hits the fan! Ask any and all questions you may have ofc and rest assured, I am still working on THB and have a lil snippet to give for that soon!

“You really shouldn’t leave your door open like that, you know.” He tsked like he always did.

You shrugged as you helped him unpack the food, “We’re the only ones on the top floor.” You reminded him, “it would be quite silly of a criminal to come all the way up to the 20th floor.” You chided.

“Still.” He tried to argue but quickly gave up. Jungkook knew by now that you could take care of yourself, but sometimes you wished you’d let him do it for you more often. However, he let this potential argument go, this time. He looked around and narrowed his gaze at the TV, “Why do you still have the news on?”

You paused and looked up from your food as it prattled on about your family, “I guess I forgot,” You forced your casual tone, “Did you get-”

“Syndicates, huh…?” He echoed the news reporter’s words, eyes fixated on the screen with a curious look, “The news is so weird with this stuff.”

The chopsticks in your hand stilled. You wanted to say that the syndicates were even weirder since they were the ones that probably signed off on the script. As a little girl, that was the first thing you had learned: how to play chess outside on a park bench, how to play chess crushing people in your hands as you moved them. The world was just a series of moving parts to build your machine. It had all been the same to you for far too long.

“Like I care, it’s just background noise.” A lie, you hated lying, but it was something you had to get used to doing for the sake of your safety.

“You aren't scared of these guys at all?” Jungkook looked at you like you were crazy, although his eyes didn't match the rest of his face's intensity.

Shaking off the weird notion, you rolled your eyes, “A world without you buying me dinner is pretty spooky but that,” You gestured to the TV, “Is a cheap haunted house in comparison to the hell of making dinner or worse, ordering it myself, on a Friday night.” You giggled.

Jungkook rolled his eyes with a scoff, “Is that all I am to you? A sugar daddy?” He asked in mock offense and you nearly spit out your drink.

You swallowed roughly before glaring at him as he laughed, “If you’re my sugar daddy, I need a new one.” You retorted and his laugh died while a childish pout settled on his face, “I mean, all I get is a measly dinner once a week and I still have to work and pay my bills?”

“Well, what do I get, huh?” He crossed his arms, and it made you chuckle. Laughter had never come easy to you growing up, and it still had a hard time coming to you but after years by Jungkook’s side it was easier than ever to do, “Where’s my sugar?” He thrusted his cheek toward you, tapping on it with his index finger.

You rolled your eyes in spite of the flutter in the pit of your stomach and pushed his face away with your index finger, “My presence is your sugar, dummy.” You teased and how easy it was to be human around him made you smile wider, “Plus I let you watch your silly little shirtless men.”

He clicked his tongue, “First of all, if you’re going to call them shirtless men, at least call them hot because look at him.” He pressed a button on your remote and his favorite fighter, Park Jimin filled the screen, “Second of all, it’s literally fewer syllables to just say MMA fights.”

You took a bite of your food and shrugged, “Don’t you have, like, a million boyfriends? Wouldn’t you make them jealous drooling all over Jimin?” You challenged, vaguely remembering Jungkook saying he had more than three boyfriends at some point. Not that it was surprising, most people had at least two significant others. Unless they were you, of course. You had no one to talk to but the man sitting in front of you, forget about a significant other. “He would make me pretty damn insecure.” You chuckled.

Jungkook scrunched his brows at you, “Six.” He corrected, mirth filling his eyes already.

You looked from the TV to him, “Hm?” You tilted your head to the side.

“I have six boyfriends, thank you very much.” He stated matter-of-factly, and you rolled your eyes at his tone, “Why? Are you trying to give me seven significant others?” He feigned a scandalous gasp, “Well, the relationship is open, you know, so I guess I could pencil you in–” You cut him off by shoving a piece of chicken in his mouth with a glare. The teasing made your chest seize for a split moment when faced with his teasing smirk, so this had been the best way to shut him up.

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Aren't they cute? Pain: incoming

Happy holidays, my dears! Thank you for remaining so patient, I hope this tickles some fancies and if you're an OG fan who read Moonlight Reign when I first released it, omg thank you for sticking around!

#moonlight reign #bts mafia au #bts drabble #bts series #yandere bts

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