#I made a whole cute banner and everything

[ressjeon]

game over | jjk (m)

🎮 pairing: jungkook x reader

🎮 summary: you might not be a gamer but that won't stop your competitive side from wanting to defeat your boyfriend in this new game that you're both currently obsessing with. it's just a matter of time until one of you gives up but Jungkook can’t help wondering if it will be you or him.

🎮 rating: 18+

🎮 genre/au: streamer/gamer!au, established relationship, fluff, smut (pwp?)

🎮 word count: 5k

🎮 warnings/content: edging/orgasm control, masturbation, praise kink, hair pulling, semi-clothed sex?, fellatio, slight rimming, unprotected sex, creampie, voyeurism (through hearing), use of lube (jk’s big that’s why), switch dynamics 

a/n: surprise ig lmao i didn’t mean for it to be jaykay but @knjsnoona​ sent me something months ago and that became an inspo for this 💀. thank you to my big sissy @hisunshiine​ for this cute banner (where i pestered her a lot 🤣). this is for the Bangtan DLC: A Streamer BTS Collab hosted by the sweetest @joonminshua​ & @kookskingdom​ 💗

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You look so beautiful from where he is, face full of concentration on the game in front of you that he can’t help but coo at how cute you are.

Jungkook’s currently preparing snacks for both of you since he just finished his streaming. It’s been hours since he did and you’ve been hounding him to turn over the console to you so he finally let you take over. It’s also because you keep insisting that he should give you more time with the console seeing as you’re at a disadvantage because you’re not a gamer like him.

“i really have no talent in this” you huff in frustration but it just made him smile.

He’s still quite touched that you’re trying to engage yourself in one of his hobbies as a way for you to get to know him better and deepen your relationship with him. The same scrunch on your eyebrows is still on like before and Jungkook grins as he comes nearer to you, placing the bowl of snacks on the table but you never even spared it a glance.

“baby, come eat”

“stop distracting me!”

Jungkook just chuckles as he sits beside you and you wonder what he's planning next. You two have been on this competitive streak on who can win the most rounds while betting on who’ll give in first. Whoever loses will not only pay for all the dates but will also do all the chores so that's why you've been doing your best to compete against your skilled boyfriend.

When Jungkook first met you, he didn't think that you’d have a competitive side when it comes to gaming because you have never been interested in it. He didn’t mind it at all because you have a lot of other hobbies that occupy a lot of your time too. But after you started dating, you soon expressed interest in his hobby, trying your best to learn it despite telling Jungkook how hard it is.

It isn't that you're lazy to do all the chores or you lack money to pay for all the dates. You're more than happy to do those things for Jungkook because you love him and you both divide all the housework and fees every time. You care more about your gaming skills because you’re still not confident with it, sure you’ve been practicing but unlike Jungkook who’s very gifted in everything that he does, you're a bit of the opposite.

This is why now you’ve been putting all your focus on the screen in front of you. No distractions so far but Jungkook’s half-naked body. You won't falter though even when he’s now using your other weakness aside from him.

Food.

You're a bit hungry from trying to interrupt him earlier but you can’t just leave this ongoing match. The food combo with his bare chest is already straying your thoughts away from the game and Jungkook currently acts like you didn’t tease the shit out of him earlier, that's why you’ve been very suspicious. He’s quite clever on ways to get back at you which usually results in you not realizing what’s happening until he already tricked you into doing whatever he planned.

This whole thing started when Jungkook started paying less attention to you than usual. You’ve always supported him with his hobby especially since he’s a streamer as well, with constant online schedules where he’s barely off from his PC and when the times that he is, he’s on-call planning gaming strategies with his close friends who are in the same league as him.

You let him be most of the time since he still gives you time when he can. Though sometimes, it just annoys you that he still chooses to play when you wanna go out to have outdoor dates with him. So then you decide to do the same, ignoring him when he tries to spend time with you, giving him the excuse that you need to finish the book you’re reading because the next instalment is coming up.

Jungkook then suggested doing this challenge to solve this growing distance between the two of you. He noticed when you started acting differently towards him and he’s been feeling scared that it’ll only get worse which is why he’s giving you more attention in the scope of this competition between the two of you. He hopes that this bonding will fix this situation, a small one, yes, but he doesn’t care how dramatic he’s been.

.

“...shit..” a surprising moan comes out from you when you flick your swollen bud, startling yourself at how aroused you are already when you're supposed to seduce Jungkook while he’s currently on another match with his friends.

It isn't one of the sounds that you intentionally make to distract him, hoping that he’ll turn his head towards you when you moan his name. It’s a genuine one from you trying to relieve yourself when your boyfriend's too busy to do so.

Here you are currently lying on your back on Jungkook's bed, both of your legs propped up on your chest though now you're struggling to balance them when they’re starting to cramp. You don’t change your position though, closing your eyes while you continue pumping your fingers inside your walls, alternating from scissoring them and going deeper to find that sweet spot but your fingers are just different from the long and thick ones that Jungkook has.

"fuck baby..so swollen.. can see how wet it is from here”

Your eyes open after hearing his slurred words, turning your head to the side to catch him finally looking in your direction from his gaming chair. His eyes are hooded, looking hungrily at your folds that you’re starting to question if you’ve only been hearing things earlier because of the pleasure. Your plan is to only turn him on with your moans but your random position somehow accidentally gave him a very delicious view of your cunt.

“want some?” you breathlessly ask him, fingers collecting your wetness before extending your arm at him as an invitation. Your playful tone and the little quirk that appeared on your lips snap him out of his trance, adjusting himself as he sits up to compose himself.

“nice try babe” Jungkook retracts with a chuckle, shaking his head while poking the insides of his cheek, a smirk plastered on his lips as he faces back to his computer screen. You're sneaky but it's hard for Jungkook to resist you, he's already hard from hearing you moan his name which didn't go unnoticed by his teammates.

You huff in return, initially a little annoyed at him resisting you when you're basically naked while touching yourself on his bed. The smug smile on his face reminds you that you're still in this bet and you're annoyed how you almost forgot about it.

Fine, you’ll try another way.

One where he’ll surely regret putting you in this misery.

That may be dramatic but your mind’s only focused on your next task as you approach him in his gaming chair. You’re only wearing Jungkook’s button-up shirt and nothing else, barely wearing anything actually since this game between you started. You both have tried many ways to distract one another, mainly through seducing one another but no one has given up yet.

And you’re about to change that.

Jungkook’s attention shifts from his screen towards you who’s now kneeling in front of him. You’re looking at him mischievously, eyes lingering at his hard on before looking back at his anticipated face.

Fuck. He’s been reminding himself to never forget this damn bet that now he’s starting to regret suggesting before. He can never resist you and he’s been trying his best to not give in even if all he wants to do is fuck your brains out for being so sexy like this.

“..jungkookie..”

You purr while running your hands on his thick thighs that have your essence still between your fingers and he flinches when you rub them. A smile appears on your lips when his eyes remain on your fingers before turning back to the screen, now unfocused. He doesn’t answer you still and so you start palming his already hardening bulge, coaxing a grunt from him which he had to cover up when one of his teammates asks.

Jungkook’s still not looking at you, he can’t though he should’ve stopped the moment your ministrations are starting to affect him. He’s not sure if you’re still annoyed at him for ignoring you but he didn’t answer earlier because he’s skeptical that his friends will hear him moaning out loud just in case you do something. He shouldn't have done that because now you’re gripping his hard length already, it’s been aching since he heard your delicious moans earlier.

That’s why he’s not stopping you when you begin tugging at the waistband of his sweats, cursing at himself for not wearing anything under which causes the grin on your face to widen. His cock almost slaps your face after you pull down his sweats, giggling when he tries to lift his hips up to remove it fully but you insist on keeping it on him halfway.

You hum, wrapping your hands around his twitching length while observing his labouring breaths before you start pumping him slowly. He takes a sharp inhale when your thumb circles his leaking tip, his hips bucking into your hand which makes you laugh at his eagerness. You were going to tease him further, waiting for him to beg or even just a whimper but you beat him to it when you lower your head down and finally wrap your mouth around his cock.

A small groan comes out from him, throwing his head back as he closes his eyes.

“don’t turn off your mic kookie” you tut when you catch what he’s about to do.

Jungkook whispers out a “fuck” before his hand leaves the switch from his headset, bringing it back to the keyboard to continue his game. You’re surprised that he followed your instructions but it could just be because of his desperation to get off. Well, he’s been a good boy so far but you couldn’t just let him get away from ignoring you for so long..

You swallow him deeper until his tip reaches the back of your throat, making him moan out loud to the mic. That makes you smile around his cock after coming back up because his friends surely know what he's in right now. His other hand comes down before he pulls it back when you pinch his thigh, a warning for him to not touch you yet.

“yeah my girl’s blowing me rn, fuck off”

Jungkook responds without shame, proud even so you continue bobbing your head up and down, your tongue keeps swirling on the underside of his dick when you hear the commotion on the other side of his mic after his moans become louder. Hearing his friends’ comments about how lucky he is to have you warms your heart and it almost makes you forget about your plan for him.

“j-just focus on the game, i've been doing my part!" he pleads to his teammates desperately. "i can’t lose this one—shit”

One of your hands cups his tightening balls and Jungkook swears that he could cum right then. He's been itching to grasp your head or touch you anywhere but your piercing eyes looking straight at him are stopping him from doing so. He knows that look and judging with the way your touches have been rougher on him, you're not gonna let him cum anytime soon.

“breathe baby”

You chuckle at Jungkook's current state, noticing how tense he's been since you started playing with him. It's so adorable seeing him trying his best to not cum while playing the game when you've edged him for a while now. He's all sweaty from holding himself to not give up and beg, not even caring that his friends are hearing all of his moans and yours too.

“babe—y/n..please” he takes a deep breath with each word, mouthing the last one when he feels himself nearing the edge for the nth time. Jungkook lost count on how many times you stopped him from cumming, his sole focus is to try and win this round. You’re definitely not making this easier but there's no way he'll lose from this early on, not even because of you.

But his chances are gone now that you’ve unbuttoned the shirt that you're wearing, exposing your bare chest to his hungry eyes. Your nipples are perked already and all he wants right now is to squeeze those inviting breasts of yours.

You hear the final click from Jungkook's mouse and he is smiling in relief that his team won this round before throwing his head back as he grips the sidearms of his gaming chair.

He's almost there..fuckfuck but suddenly your mouth and hands leave him, prompting him to whine pathetically, hips bucking up in the air with the lost sensation. He won the game but you still didn't let him cum. No reward from you unlike he expected so now he knows he really fucked up ignoring you earlier.

“well done kookie and congrats boys”

You smirk on Jungkook’s mic while you caress his face, pushing away his hair that's sticking into his forehead, ignoring his needy eyes trying to catch yours until he releases a whimper.

Taehyung: what the fuck you little shit!

Jimin: damn that was so hot..

“yeah, yeah i'm the luckiest. i gotta go”

Jungkook immediately turns off the PC before turning to you but you're faster than him as you walk away from his gaming area, pulling off what you're wearing completely. Your fully naked body taunts him as you walk towards your own bedroom.

“baby, you're really going to leave me with blue balls?”

He whines, calling out to you desperately but you ignore him. You almost gave in earlier when he did those puppy eyes again that's why you blasted instantly. You usually can resist him but needy Jungkook is different. That side of him makes you weak that all you can think of is to do whatever he asks so that's why you're staying away from him for now.

.

Jungkook had been trying to corner you since you left him but you’ve been very good at avoiding him at all cost. Focusing on the matches helped but after many rounds, his crotch is aching more and more. So he relieved himself a little, intentionally touching his cock outside your room so you can clearly hear him begging for you but you didn't even budge. He’s hoping that you’d come out and punish him at least but you didn’t even say anything from behind the door.

He did everything already, deciding on luring you with your favourite food instead but you still won't come out.

But he’s going to make you. He’s always loved a challenge and you’re aware of that so you should be ready.

You’ve succeeded in avoiding Jungkook by staying in your own room for the majority of yesterday but today you have to go out and restock your mini-fridge. The both of you could’ve shared a room since you’re together anyways but the two of you decided to have individual rooms since you both have many hobbies and needed more space. Jungkook has his gaming, art and sports paraphernalia with the several teams he’s in while you have the same amount of things from your music equipment plus your room’s kind of like a mini dance studio too since you’ve installed glass mirrors on one side of the wall.

Taking a bath on your own seems weird because you’re so used to Jungkook joining you. Though it takes too long for you both to finish every shower session for obvious reasons, you enjoy his company and you lowkey miss it a bit today, almost calling him in earlier to join you. Screw this silly bet but you’ve come this far and still won’t lose to him. And besides, you’re starting to enjoy gaming, perhaps you’ll finally join him in his hobby.

You were almost done with your morning routine and you just finished shaving your crotch area in preparation for the beach day you planned with the girls this weekend when you hear the sound of another match starting on the screen.

the fuck!

Running towards the edge of your bed, you grab your gaming console immediately, ignoring that you’re only wearing a thin sports bra as you're instantly on your stomach to continue the game that you almost missed. There's only one culprit here and you aren't sure how he managed to get in quietly to sabotage your tournament without you hearing him. He couldn’t possibly use the spare key just for this…right?

Jungkook instantly leaves your room as soon as he starts the game on your screen, giddy at how your reaction is going to be. He was trying to contain his laugh but couldn't stop them after hearing you scream in frustration. Jungkook meant for you to miss it not only because of the bet but because he’s getting a bit worried about how you're seriously taking this competition between you two. He barely sees you around the house anymore even though you both have never left since this whole thing started.

You both were very prepared for it, shopping for groceries and other necessities beforehand and even informing your friends that you’ll be doing something important this week. This surprised Jungkook because you actually cancelled going out with your friends which you never do unless it’s necessary. So this is actually a big deal to you just like it is to him. 

Jungkook opened the door expecting to see you in your annoyed face, focusing on the screen to maintain your streak. He plans to tease how you’re gonna finally lose against him.

But the sight that welcomed him made him stop in his tracks.

You're half-naked on your bed. Only in your pastel criss crossed sports bra and he can clearly see your juicy ass from where he’s standing. Like he's being hypnotized by your body, he starts walking closer to you until he reaches the edge of the bed.

You feel the mattress dip from someone sitting behind you yet you never acknowledge Jungkook. You're still pissed at him for practically cheating on this bet. The agreement was to only distract each other, not something like where you could've potentially lost the tournament if you weren't fast enough.

“baby..”

He starts but you brush him aside. You didn't even mean to play half-naked but you had no other choice because you had no time to put on the rest of your clothes. It’s getting warmer already so you've put all your t-shirts and long sleeves that you could've worn in the laundry. You only have your summer clothes so the timing is working in Jungkook’s favour like it always is.

You’re only left with your sports bra because you were thinking of doing small exercises outside as a break before resuming the game. It isn’t healthy that you’ve been spending most of your time playing on-screen indoors but Jungkook just has to cut your plans short for today.

“so sexy..” he whispers mindlessly, hands starting to roam around the globes of your ass.

You’ve been trying to ignore how his touches are affecting you, focusing solely on the game on the screen and you’re still annoyed at him. The problem is, it’s been 2 days since the last time you fucked each other and you’ve been needing a proper orgasm that only Jungkook can give.

His face comes nearer to your body, hovering over you that you suddenly feel his breath on your bare skin. Jungkook’s hands continue to caress your ass cheeks, admiring your curves in his hands. You haven’t said a word yet but your labouring breaths are giving him a sign that you’re getting riled up.

After a while of his constant teasing, you’re getting impatient for him to do something but you don’t want to be obvious. You can’t just give him a reason to tease you more but Jungkook can read already read you like an open book.

“gonna give up baby?” you taunt him, in hopes of getting what you want but he only hums, both hands sliding up your body, cupping both of your breasts firmly through your bra.

Jungkook continues nosing your skin, breathing in the scent of the soap that he bought for you. It’s his favourite and it became yours too after the first time you used it. He traces your entire body softly and you start to quiver, unconsciously leaning to Jungkook and he smirks against your skin.

“i love your ass..”

You feel him move back and then you hear a bottle cap opening so you wiggle your ass out, eager for him to just do anything at this point. You’re being needy now but before you can even look back at him for a bit, Jungkook’s other hand suddenly grips your hips to steady your moving body.

“but i love your pussy more” he licks a stripe on your newly shaved cunt, lingering on your clit a little to suck it while his hands are busy on something else. It must be the lube that you have on your nightstand because you both have been using it for quickies. You do get wet fast but your boyfriend’s big so foreplay takes a bit longer, that’s why sex has been many times better with the lube.

“Kook..this isn’t p-part of the rules-ohh” a loud moan leaves your mouth when he traces his lube-coated fingers around your outer folds, causing you to hiss at the cold and sticky sensation. Jungkook starts mouthing both of your asscheeks while he spreads his fingers around your cunt until he grazes your swollen clit and starts rubbing it.

What he does next makes your breath hitch, almost missing a hit on your opponent.

Jungkook’s mouth reaches your ass, his tongue dragging from your wet folds to your puckered hole. He prods on it a few times, your hips jerking back to him in response. You whine for him to continue but he chuckles as his mouth leaves you, still teasing by not putting his fingers inside your pussy.

“jungkook..” you whine once again, pushing your ass back to him but he grips your hips tightly for you to stay still. “next time...” he murmurs, pecking your asscheeks and you huff because he’s still teasing.

The game’s almost halfway but you’re torn on where to put your attention. Jungkook knows your body like the back of his hands with how long the both of you have been dating so it’s no surprise when he knows just how to make you squirm under his touch. 

"my baby's getting better at this..i'm proud of you"

Jungkook truly is, you didn’t miss any shot and you’ve been hitting your opponents with precision despite his distractions so now he’s going to show you how proud he is.

"time for your reward babe"

He brings down his sweats and strokes his hard dick with the hand that was fondling your cunt, his wet fingers coated by the lube and your essence making him gasp as he guides his swollen tip to your soaked entrance before he pushes in.

“ohmyfuckk” you moan loudly at the intrusion, his cock stretching you out deliciously that your walls are clenching erratically around him. Jungkook loves doing this to you because he knows you love the feeling of it, being full without his fingers preparing you. He used to hesitate in your early months of dating, the caring person he is, always making sure that you're comfortable at all times.

A deep thrust brings you back currently as Jungkook reaches to the hilt, hips stopping for a moment to relish the familiar feeling of your tightness around him. He tosses his head back while caressing your hips lovingly before he looks down at your arching back.

“see? i didn’t need to prep you love, your pussy's so used to my dick anyways” you hate how he manages to sound romantic despite his filthy words but it gets you going every single time.

“..fuck..” you groan as Jungkook starts moving his hips, slowly at first and the loud squelches echoing around the room are mixing with the sounds from the TV. He loves it, loves hearing how wet you get for him, his beautiful girlfriend acing his hobby at the moment.

One of Jungkook’s hands grabs your criss-cross straps, using them as leverage as he increases the speed of his hips. Your body’s been bouncing back and forth as he guides you to meet his thrusts. You’re grateful as this supports your body because you’ve been slowly going delirious despite doing your best to focus on the game. You take a deep breath and are going back on track when Jungkook delivers a sharp thrust, hitting that spot that makes your vision hazy with all the pleasure you’re already in.

“p-please..shit..” Jungkook smiles after hearing your needy whine, his own moans not missing to match yours. Fuck, since he feels you tightening around him, he keeps hitting the same spot until your body seems to decline on the bed, your head dropping with your moans getting louder.

Jungkook looks up at the screen and notices how you’re losing focus so he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls them up when you almost get hit by your opponent.

“focus”

You shriek at the slight pain on your scalp but you do your best to nod, gripping the controller hard and moving your fingers back as you concentrate on the game once again.

"there, good girl, the best baby" his praise made you clamp around him tighter and Jungkook's lips quirk, knowing very well how much you love hearing him compliment you like this.

It isn't long until you're nearing your end, your legs shaking at the intensity of Jungkook's thrust. You know he's close too, his cock twitching inside you so you start pushing back to meet his thrusts. His other hand snakes between your legs, rubbing your swollen bud as his pace begins to turn sloppy.

Your fingers move frantically, hitting the last member of your rival team in time for the coil breaking in your lower abdomen, closing your eyes shut after seeing the “victory” displayed on the TV screen.

“yesss–ugh” you scream as you reach your climax, dragging your words and slurring more curses as you ride out your high, your upper body flopping to the bed with your one hand dangling on the bed, trying to grip the console to prevent it from dropping to the floor.

“fuck..fuck..baby” Jungkook groans as he reaches his, both hands leaving their previous spot to grip your hips tightly. He sounds so fucking hot, his deep and raspy voice adding to his hurried pounding is making your mind hazier.

“hmm..so good” you moan wantonly, intense pleasure coursing through your whole body. You're helping your boyfriend in riding out his orgasm by moaning more for him, Jungkook does love it when you can't keep quiet while he's fucking you.

“game over y/n” he exclaims breathlessly, his hips rolling slowly while still spilling himself inside you. 

“and i..won” you grin in daze at the warm feeling of his cum, body still quivering even post orgasm as you turn on your lovely boyfriend's amused face.

“congrats babe” Jungkook smiles while biting his lower lip, his eyes still blown out as they meet your playful ones. He turns your body over to face him before leaning closer as he situates his body between your legs without pulling out.

“but you still lost” you tease, running out of breath. The double meaning made you smile in satisfaction. Finally, this bet between you is done and you even won against your skilled gamer boyfriend? now that’s something you can brag about to your girls at your meetup.

“don't care, i can't resist you”

“i know”

“ride me on my next stream?” he pouts, his eyes cutely begging at you.

“you sure you can handle it?” you bit your lip, intentionally clenching around his cock and he hisses.

“doesn't matter since i’ll have your pussy either way..mhmm i love you” Jungkook keeps peppering you with kisses before slowly pulling out, his eyes fixing on the cum oozing out from your sensitive cunt. 

“mhm love y’too..i’m sore” you whine, your eyes slowly dropping paired with a yawn after. You’re truly exhausted with the whole gaming ordeal and the mind-blowing, satisfying sex with your boyfriend. You feel sore everywhere, especially your arms and shoulders that are aching from his brutal fucking but you loved it. Sex has been always great but they've been quick these days because of how occupied the both of you are.

Jungkook finds how adorable you look with how you're suddenly getting sleepy. It’s still endearing to him how you usually get sleepy after showering because it’s the opposite for him. You truly don’t know why you do get sleepy, you just feel light and relaxed that it dozes you off. Add that Jungkook always tires you while showering, you just wanna lay down and sleep. Naps after a shower are the best ones, the only ones that make you feel fully rested after waking up.

“i didn't really care if you win you know” he admits fondly, scrunching his nose as he nuzzles your neck.

“is that so?” you respond sleepily, a small smile appearing on your pretty lips. “yeah, I love spoiling you”, he mumbles against your sweaty skin.

You mutter something of a “love you” as a response, the hand running through his hair is slowing down, letting Jungkook know that you’re on a brink of sleep.

“go to sleep now, we’ll have a picnic date later when you wake up” he smiles affectionately before kissing you on the cheek and you hum delightedly, closing your eyes for a deep slumber.

Jungkook looks at your sleeping figure before closing the door quietly, texting his friends proudly that you won the bet between you both. All he gets as replies are playful threats of stealing you from him and he scoffs, teasing his friends at the possibility of them watching you play instead.

e/n: it’s been years since i’ve actually played on PC so that’s why i didn’t specify any game on this one nor did i include any technicalities. also this genre’s not my forte so sowy if it didn’t live up to your taste 😬

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[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Moonlight -x- Sunlight

ch.4 -- Senjuro (cw// banner has flashing text!)

r.kyojuro/f.reader

genre: modern!au, teacher!kyojuro by day/demonslayer by night, izakayaworker!reader, slowburn?, romance, angst

warning(s): slight mention of bullying :(

w.count: 5k

a/n: *blows so much dust off this thing after i shelved it for a year* Go ahead and revisit the other chapters via the INDEX for your refreshers if you'd like lol

It had been two weeks since you had seen Rengoku. Your ankle had healed, and you were once again fully mobile- much to your relief. You weren’t sure how much more limping around with a cane or crutch you could take. After your ankle healed and you got the all-clear from Kocho, you went through the hoops of making her your primary physician.

You hadn’t ever met a doctor you could be so comfortable around- though the whole bonding over being attacked by a demon probably had everything to do with that. Still, you were pleased with your new doctor, nonetheless. Not to mention, giving your money to a smaller business worked more for your morality than signing it all away to a huge corporation like a hospital that already had more than enough business on its side. 

Rengoku never went a day without sending you texts. You had a feeling he did this with all his friends and acquaintances; texting you a ‘very good morning!’ or asking when you’d be getting off work at night and to be careful on the way. You find it pretty cute. Finding a man as well rounded, optimistic and diligent in the ways of keeping in touch wasn’t exactly something you’d consider common; especially since he didn’t use any sort of abbreviations and spoke in fully formatted sentences like he was standing right in front of you.  

Apparently, with midterms and exams coming up, he’s been busy keeping his students occupied and prepping them for passing grades. That, alongside any extra tutoring lessons or occasional substitute gigs has his days packed. 

“Being a teacher must be tough,” you had thought to yourself during one of your many threads where he explained such things.  

You remember the second time Kaname showed up to your house unannounced. Luckily you were home when he landed on the branch outside your window. Though, that didn’t stop you from being startled at the big black mass that landed and pecked at the window to your living room. You were confused as he hopped right on inside when you opened the glass window before he flew to your couch and just sat himself on the arm of it. You didn’t see anything attached to his leg like before- which would’ve been odd since Rengoku had literally texted you earlier- so you were wondering why he was there in the first place. 

Then your phone dinged.

(Rengoku): Per chance, you haven’t seen Kaname flying around, have you? 

Clearly, Rengoku was also unaware that his crow was hanging around your place. The picture you sent him of the black bird leisurely resting in your living room had him calling you for the first time. It was comical, hearing his voice over speaker phone to reprimand Kaname as if the crow would actually understand what was being said to him and reflect on his actions. 

It obviously didn’t work since the next day Kaname was once again pecking at your window as you got ready to leave the house to run some errands. And you continued to allow him inside. Enabling this behavior is probably the opposite of what Rengoku wanted from his work crow, but were you just supposed to sit and stare at that poor, needy bird out your window? No. Of course you weren’t. 

You were sat on the ground by your door, pulling on your shoes when Kaname had cawed behind you. You made a small noise of surprise before you felt his talons land on the shoulder of your jacket. His added weight on your shoulder and his black avian body perched on you was something he hadn’t done before, but you smiled at the fact this bird was getting more and more comfortable with you. Of course, you would then remember that this was a working bird, and he wasn’t exactly yours. 

“You want to come out with me?” Kaname cawed with a small flap of his wings as if he truly understood your question and was giving you an answer. “Alright. You’ll have to stay outside when I’m in stores though, okay?” Another small flap of his wings. 

You stand and grab your bag, going through the checklist of what you’ll need leaving the house. Phone. Wallet. Keys. And whatever else your bag had hiding inside it. With an impulsion decision, you pull out your phone and take a picture of Kaname resting on your shoulder before sending it to Rengoku- who was probably still working since it was still early afternoon- and slipping your phone in your pocket. 

“Remember to behave, Kaname,” you tell the crow one more time before you leave the house with him remaining perched on your shoulder. 

You thought that having Kaname perched on your shoulder was a cute thing. It showed that he liked you and had- to some degree- grown to trusted you. Having a little friend around for Taco to chase was a bit of an annoying exercise sometimes since the feline must’ve felt jealous. Or that's how you justify the way Taco would crawl up your legs to try and get the same level of attention at the crow. Still, having a smart corvid hang around willingly made you feel… magical? For lack of better terms. If this is what witches in the woods in fairy tales felt like you were more than willing to commit to the bit. 

That is, it’s all comfortable in the comfort of your home. The moment you stepped outside, you could feel the eyes of all the people also on the street focused on you. People from across the street giving you looks like you wouldn’t notice. Kids on playgrounds in the park you had to cross definitely had your face growing warm with the cheers of “that ladies got a big bird on her!”. 

It's silly how you had completely forgotten that it wasn’t exactly a normal, everyday thing to witness.  Still, Kaname remained unbothered. Lucky him. 

It wasn’t like you could shoo him off now. That would’ve made you feel more guilty than embarrassed. No, you couldn’t do that to him. So, instead of acting like a bitter woman, you just lifted your hand and used the back of your fingers to lightly ruffle his feathers just under his beak. His nuzzle into your hand as you gave him attention sealed the deal. 

When you get to the first store you need to stop at- a department store- you point to a small, city planted tree that sat in its own little square of dirt surrounded by brick that really needed to be upkept a bit better. 

“Now, you remember our agreement?” You talk face to face with the bird in broad daylight, not acting like a loon in the least. Still, Kaname bellows back to you like he was agreeing. “Good. I won’t be long.” You turn your back on your trusted corvid pal before you’re walking through the automated glass doors of the store. 

True to your word, you were in and out as quick as you could be- or in this case, as quick as the newly trained cashier who was stressing out over their first real day could go. You made sure to give a quick “you’re doing great” on your way out. When the same automated doors- with a few new smudges from strangers who couldn’t resist touching the clean glass- reopen to let you back outside, you see a small gaggle of teenagers. They surround the same, wimpy looking city planted tree you had left Kaname in, and with their phones out were snapping photos and a video of the cawing bird. 

For a bird, he sure had a lot of personality. Though, you supposed that all birds did in one way or another and crows were already smart to begin with. Though, you felt irritated as they all hovered around him like some sort of attraction. 

Stepping off to the side, you get out of the way of the entrance before you’re calling him. You figured that the kids would probably keep filming and snapping photos, so you turned your back to them before calling him back. Kaname would know the back of your head anyways. 

“Kaname,” you speak clearly. It wasn’t loud, but just enough to be heard over the bustle of the afternoon traffic. The crow’s head twitched before his wings unfurled and he was gliding gracefully over to your shoulder that he favored. With another quick finger pet on the crown of his bowed head, you start off again. You ignore the teens who were hollering after you, feeling like an attraction just as Kaname had been treated as. 

When you finally don’t hear them anymore and make it to a section of street that isn’t so thick with people that you’re stepping on each other, you pat Kaname affectionately on his beak that he once again nuzzles into. 

“I’m sorry about them. Your picture is probably going to be floating around school campus’s now.” Maybe he understood, maybe he didn’t. You didn’t speak crow, so his cawing back to your linguistic woes didn’t spark much need to keep talking. 

You continue your errand running in much the same fashion. Window shopping here, stepping into a small shop there, always leaving Kaname somewhere to wait for you- although this time higher than eye level so he wouldn’t be as bothered by the public. It was when you had just finished your final store run when you felt Kaname tug at your hair after riding on your shoulder for a while. 

“Ow!” You whine when his beak snags some of your hair and tugs on it. You turn to him to try and him to quit it when you see a familiar combination of blond and red. Though, it was atop a much smaller body. 

A small boy, maybe high school aged, has that same flame styled hair that you recognize. He was stuck between two other boys, one with his arms slung around Rengoku’s(?) shoulder. The other was hovering around like he was herding him. The boy who resembled Rengoku looked so uncomfortable that when they rounded a corner, your body just took off after them. 

You were right to trust your instincts. 

The two were classic, low-grade bullies from the look of things. Taking the smaller Rengoku’s bag and shifting through it like they were looking for something. You didn’t even realize that now is the time that schools had released their students for the day. You wanted to help but had no idea how to start. Shouting maybe? A strong Hey! would surely get their attention and maybe little Rengoku, who may not even be related (somehow), could slip away in the distraction. 

Luckily, Kaname disrupted your brainstorming and created an opportunity for you. 

With a loud and crass and angry sounding caw, his wings opened, and he flew towards the two bullies like a graceful, winged bullet. His talon’s had landed in the nest of hair of the boy who had the little Rengoku’s bag, effectively making him drop it. With another warning caw, jumps off his head- taking a few stray hairs with him, and flew up and swooped back down to attack the other boy’s skull with small pecks of his beak. You were in awe. Kaname didn’t even need your help defending the bullied victim! Still-

“Hey!” Your original plan of just shouting was definitely more effective when you had an aggressive black bird on your side. Kaname stopped his pecking and flew back up into the air, circling around before he was landing on your shoulder. His eyes that were gentle and relaxed before were now narrowed and attentive. “Leave that boy alone and get out of here,” you command with your stance wide, and arms crossed with your errand shopping bags hanging in the crux of your elbow. You knew that it wasn’t your demeanor that sent the brats packing, but the aura of the angry corvid that added a boost to your intimidation. 

When they were out of sight, you let out a sigh and you felt Kaname relax too. Uncrossing your ams, you jog over to the boy who was now gathering the things that had fallen out of his backpack. Kneeling on the ground with him, you place your bags down and put your hand gently on his shoulder to get his attention. 

“Hey,” you say again, much softer this time than before when you bellowed it. “Are you alright?” You ask. 

The boy nods and his completely tied back hair, aside from the front strands, bounce as he does. You hear him hum in affirmation too. He did a bad job of convincing you that he was really okay. Still, you give him a moment to collect himself. 

“You’re name,” you start as you pick up a stray pencil that had rolled away from him, “it’s Rengoku, isn’t it?” You were near positive. After all, who else could look so closely related to the Rengoku that you know? When he lifts his head and the eyes that also resemble the ones you know was proof enough. 

“Yes?” He sounded nervous. Rightfully so. You’re quick to defend yourself. 

“Oh! I just- well, you look a lot like someone I know, so I just took a wild guess.” Rengoku had mentioned before that he had a little brother in high school. “He mentioned he had a kid brother once too.” The more you tried to save face, the more awkward the whole thing felt. 

Still, the little boy’s face seemed to relax at the mention of familiar individual. 

“You know my older brother?” 

“Sure do,” you reassure. Helping him pack away the rest of his fallen items into his bag, you pick up your own bags and walk with him back out onto the main street. “Where are you heading? Do you want me to walk you?” Your sudden offer must’ve flustered him since his cheeks went pink. You were still a stranger, so yeah, it was kind of weird. 

“I’m okay!” It sounded like he meant it that time, more so because he was embarrassed and blurted it out in such flustered conviction. “I’m just going home. I’m not far now.” 

You hum worriedly but give in anyway. Then, the familiar weight you had gotten used to on your shoulder departed. Kaname and swapped from you to rest on the head of the smaller Rengoku, using his blonde roots as a nest. You chuckle. Looks like he’d have a well-trained escort home, so you weren’t needed after all. 

“Alright, then. Be careful going home.” He bashfully nods before he’s walking away from you. With a small huff of anxiety for his safety, you check the time on your phone. “Oh, damn!” You curse to yourself before rushing back the way you had come. It had gotten so late that if you didn’t get home soon, you wouldn’t have time to feed and play with Taco before it got dark. He’d pout about that for days if you missed his usual ‘me time’! 

Senjuro walks into the apartment he lives in with his older brother and let out a deep breath as he dropped his bag and sat to remove his shoes. Kyojuro, who had managed to come home earlier than usual by deciding to take the short, 15 question quizzes he had to grade back home with him instead of doing it on school premises, heard the familiar sounds of the front door opening, closing then locking. He didn’t need to go out tonight for demon slaying, so he had already changed into more comfortable clothes by the time Senjuro returned. 

Hair pulled off his neck with a hair tie that was fighting for its life and his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. The sweater he wore was light in color with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows as his lazy, black pants kept his legs warm. The air conditioning was almost always running in the apartment since both boys always seemed to run a bit warming than others.

“You are back early today,” Senjuro greets when the older sibling stood behind him and helped him off the floor when he slipped into his house shoes. Senjuro often wore slippers inside since his feet were always so cold- his older brother was the opposite walking around the apartment barefoot. 

“It isn’t often I can spend so much free time at home,” Kyojuro answers. The two walk deeper into the house when Kaname flies inside and to the wooden perch Kyojuro had set up months ago for him to rest on in the living room. 

The apartment was small, but just enough for the two boys. When Kyojuro had moved out of his family home, he was insistent that Senjuro come with him. Their father wasn’t fit to raise the youngest right now and everyone knew it. 

The main space was open and spacious. A single three cushion couch was in the middle of the open area with a tv mounted on the wall. The small coffee table in front of the couch is scattered with items and random odds and ends that never made it back to their proper place. Behind the couch was a small table that could seat four and was currently covered in the quizzes Kyojuro was previously grading. Beyond the living room was a small kitchen that Senjuro was in charge of since his older brother could not cook to save his life. Just down the short hall were their respective bedrooms, an extra room Kyojuro uses for an office space and the bathroom. 

Just quaint enough for the Rengoku boys. 

Kyojuro took to gathering his graded and ungraded papers into piles so he could make room for the homework of Senjuro’s that would soon be replacing his own mess. He could finish in the office later- his little brother’s studies are more important and this way he could ask questions if he needed help instead of holing up in his room at his own desk. 

Hearing Kaname honk softly for a dried treat, Senjuro is quick to oblige. Kyojuro stops his gathering as he takes his glasses off to have them hang off the v-neck of his sweater instead and crosses his arms. He sets his sights on his faithful crow.

“Where have you been all day?” Kyojuro knew Kaname understood him, and he also knew he could get an answer if the bird felt like he wanted to. Senjuro, who had fed him his treat, ran his hands along his back with the flow of his feathers. Then, the mysterious woman he met today came to his mind. 

“Ani ue,” Senjuro calls out the formality of his brother even though he’s been told time and time again that he doesn’t need to. Still, Kyojuro answers with an acknowledged hum, pushing his slight annoyance at his crow aside. “Have you met a girl recently?” 

The question stuns Kyojuro for a second. Longer than a second actually. Really, the bout of silence that followed the innocent question was long enough to make the air awkward. 

“Could you be more specific?” Kyojuro asked in return. His mind went to a space that his little brother didn’t need to be meddling in. Meeting a woman like… romantically? Or was he just over thinking? 

“In terms of meeting someone new.” 

He was over thinking. 

“Ah,” moron. He curses to himself. “I see.” He racks his brain with a hand at his chin. He often meets all sorts of people at work. New substitute teachers come and go all the time. Maybe he meant one of them? Or maybe… 

Kyojuro’s eyes widen in epiphany as he looks back at Kaname. Senjuro had been in classes all day, as had he been. When he wasn’t busy with his job as messenger bird, Kaname often lazed here at home. There was only one place Kaname had been frequently disappearing to instead of staying in the comfort of his home recently. His arms dropped back down to his sides as he walked closer to his crow and brother. 

“Is there a reason you want to know?” Kyojuro sits on the couch and offers the cushion next to him as Senjuro takes it easily. Slightly facing each other, they carried on their conversation. 

“I dropped my bag on the street today,” Senjuro starts. Kyojuro knew that wasn’t the full truth. As much as he hated it, Senjuro was timid enough to be picked on by other kids and Kyojuro wasn’t always around to help him. “When I was picking up my stuff, this woman came to help me. She knew my name; said I looked like someone she knew.” Senjuro’s habit of picking at his nail beds started up and Kyojuro quietly pulled his hands away from each other. “Kaname was with her too. I was just curious.” 

Kyojuro looked into the wide, curious eyes of his little brother and smiled. He called for his crow, and Kaname easily made a home on the back of the couch between the two siblings. Kyojuro pet Kaname’s back and under his beak, alternating. 

“You were with y/n-san all day weren’t you?” 

“Yes!” The crow loudly cawed. 

“Don’t you go and forget where it is you actually live,” Kyojuro lightly reprimands. “And don’t go speaking around her either. You’ll scare the wits out of her cat.” He returns his attention back to his brother. “To answer your question from earlier now, yes. I do believe I’m familiar with the woman you ran into today." Senjuro took notice to the change in his brother's face. Did he know he was making such a softened expression? "She and I met recently.” 

Something in Senjuro’s eyes shined at the mention of you from Kyojuro’s mouth directly. Maybe it was because he didn’t need to worry about a stranger knowing who he was. Or maybe it was something else Kyojuro just wasn’t picking up on. Senjuro spent a little bit longer talking about you, how you had shopping bags, how Kaname was so comfortably hanging around you, and how you seemed like a nice person. 

Soon, the brother-on-brother chit-chat had to come to a stop. The sun would be setting soon and Senjuro still had homework to do and dinner to make. Kyojuro took his papers to his office and shut the door. Dropping his work on his desk, he flipped on the desk lamp before he sat himself in his chair. The leather creaked at his added weight and the chair reclined when he leaned back against it. 

Digging his phone from his pocket of his slacks, he stared at his reflection in the black screen. Kyojuro really wanted to thank you for helping Senjuro, but for some reason he couldn’t even tap on the screen of his smartphone to wake it up.

Kyojuro wasn’t a religious man, but he did thank whatever god had been watching him when the screen lit itself up with an incoming text. 

(y/n-san): Did Kaname make it back home? 

Kyojuro laughs out loud at your message. Senjuro hears it echo from the kitchen. Kyojuro would get his grading done first, then he'd set aside time for you.

You jump out of your skin when, as you’re mindlessly browsing through your socials, an unexpected call jumps your phone to life in both vibrations and a loud ringtone you had always seem to forget the sound of. Fumbling your phone in your hands, you snatch it up before it could give way to gravity and hit the ground... or Taco who was resting on your lap. 

Seeing Rengoku’s name printed on your screen had you mentally lagging before you’re answering the call. Any later and it would’ve been dropped, then you’d be forced with the dilemma of if you call him back or just pretend it never happened. 

The sound of light white noise greets you for a moment as you bring the phone up to your ear. Then, you start off the call first. 

“Hello?” 

“Ah! You picked up!” He sounded excited. You mindlessly start petting through Taco’s fur as he still lay peacefully on your lap. “I’m glad. I was worried you may be busy given the time.” 

“That makes sense,” you agree. Any other night you’d be just about ready for work. “I have the night off tonight, so your timing works out.” 

“How fortunate!” You’ve never heard someone say those words without it being sarcastic before. He really sounded like he was relieved he wasn’t taking up your time. You smile as you lean back against the cushions of your couch and turn the tv you had on for background noise down. It was turned onto some random celebrity reality show or something, you weren't really paying attention to it. 

“Kaname did make it back safely to answer your earlier question. I apologize I couldn’t reply immediately. I was finishing up some work that I had already stopped in the middle of once.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” You shift your legs. Taco mewls in annoyance. “Was it for…?” You didn’t know how to ask if he was talking about his work in education or his demon slaying gig. 

“It was for my classes! Grading quizzes can take up a significant amount of my time. I was also helping my brother with some homework when he needed it!” 

You perk up at the mention of his brother.

“That reminds me,” you start, “I ran into him on the road today. I was out running errands when we met.” 

“Yes,” Rengoku's voice took on a softer tone, “that is one reason I wanted to call you.” You stay quiet. Unsure on what to say next. “Senjuro is a gentle child, so he is easily the target of people who feel the need to push other's around. I feel guilty that he doesn’t express to me all the things that happens, but you helped him out today, yes?” 

“Well, sort of. Kaname did most of the work if I’m being honest.” You stop and think about what happened right before you noticed the little Rengoku- who’s name you now know to be Senjuro. Kaname was tugging at your hair, almost like he was trying to get your attention to shift somewhere else. “Without him, I don’t know if I would’ve been able to chase off those brats myself. So, really the credit is all his.” 

You hear Rengoku chuckle on the other end of the line. It was easy to tell just by his voice and concerned tone alone that Rengoku really cared about his little brother. 

“Does your brother do any after school clubs?” 

“Pardon?” The question caught the flame-head off guard. 

“I just- and stop me if this is totally invasive- but I thought that maybe if he needed, I could check on him from time to time after school. Just to make sure he’s not being bullied?” Saying it out loud made you realize just how crazy you sounded.  It sounded like you were trying to butt into their lives! “I’m sorry. It’s just I’m usually free in the afternoons and all so-” 

“I’d appreciate that.” 

“Oh,” you breathe. You half expected him to kindly reject you as you shoved your foot further into your big mouth. “Really?” 

“Senjuro sometimes spends time in the school’s library until I’m ready to go home with him. On the days where he or I cannot go back home together, I do worry about him. I know he'll need to defend himself one day, but he’s still young.” 

There’s a bout of silence between you both for an uncomfortable amount of time. You wonder if the call disconnected at one point because it was so quiet. Still, the time recording the length of the call kept ticking up, so Rengoku was definitely still on the other line. 

“So,” you clear your throat. “Senjuro-kun likes to read?” 

“He does!” The pep is thrust back into his voice and you feel relieved. 

The call lasts for much longer than you anticipated. So long that Taco had gotten off your lap, paced around the couch twice, ran up and down the halls and whined for food all the span of it. You don’t remember the last time you had a long phone call that wasn’t work or business related. Even the few previous calls you've recieved from Rengoku weren't this drawn out. It was enjoyable.

You notice the numbers glaring at you from the clock of your living room and gasp. It was getting late. Really late. And Rengoku- even if he wasn’t working tonight- had classes tomorrow. 

“It’s getting late,” you find the next best gap in conversation and throw in the beginning of the end of the call. “Shouldn’t you be getting some rest? It wouldn’t be good for a teacher to be dead tired all day because he was up so late.” 

“Believe it or not, I’m not a morning person at all! Senjuro brews me coffee every morning since I tend to be grumpy from the long nights I should be used to by now.” 

You laugh at the image. You don’t think you’ve seen him frown once since you met him- even if it hasn’t been that long. 

“Even more reason to let you go.” You get up off the couch and stretch. As if predicting your moves, Taco races towards your room ahead of you. Of course, you’d wash up properly before joining your feline son. “I enjoyed talking to you, Rengoku-san.” 

“You don’t need to be so polite,” he insists. “Referring to me by name alone is just fine.” 

“You’ll need to drop the formalities with me too then. It’d be weird if I spoke casually with you, just for you to not.” 

“Deal.” 

“Good night, Rengoku.” 

“Sweet dreams, y/n.” 

The call ends. Even though you wash your face with cold water, your skin still feels warm in your palms. 

a/n: wow i can't wait for next year when i get around to writing another chapter (is this satire? who knows)

#rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku fluff #rengoku angst #rengoku x female reader #x female reader #rengoku x y/n #rengoku x you #demon slayer x reader #rengoku scenario #rengoku kyojuro #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #rengoku series #rengoku fic

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Relationship: lawyer!amazon Natasha Romanoff x plus size!short female reader (Big Red and Peach)

Word Count: ~2.4k

Summary: It’s your birthday and Nat knows just how to spoil you.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (scissoring, oral), f/f relationship, so much fluff, a cute cat, reader is a swiftie, they’re in love y’all, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: In the midst of writing all the wonderful Kinktober smut I had to churn out this little beauty. These two are so adorable, the NY babes are gonna be fun to play with.

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You let out a snort when you woke up, whining and screwing your eyes closed while you buried your face in the pillow to block out the sun. It was your birthday, and all you wanted was to curl up under the blankets and avoid everyone and everything until tomorrow.

“Happy Birthday!!”

“Shut the fuck up.” You growled and frowned at Nat when she walked into the room with a ridiculously large pile of pancakes. With whipped cream. And sparklers. Damn her and her cheery morning attitude. “It’s too early.”

“It’s nine o’clock, peach.” She beamed at you and sat down on the bed, setting the platter of decadent breakfast on the nightstand before stretching her body over yours so she could nuzzle into your hair and kiss your ear. “And I want to spend as much of my special girl’s special day spoiling her.”

“Ugh… fine.” It was hard to stay upset when she was sitting there in just a cami and panties, especially when she bounced happily and made her perfect boobs jiggle in a way that made you want to shove your face between them. “But we’re not going out, right?”

“Of course not.” Nat placed the tray on your lap when you sat up, clapping when you blew out the sparklers and winding her arms around your neck so she could kiss your cheek. “I don’t want to share you with anyone else.” She laughed when your kitten jumped up on the bed and tried to put his paw right in the whipped cream. “Except for little Gus-Gus, of course!”

You couldn’t help but smile when Nat started cuddling the kitten while you ate your pancakes. She kept leaning over to kiss whipped cream off the corners of your lips, and fuck if that didn’t do things to you. The woman had taken the whole day off work just so she could spend it with you, it’s not like you could really be mad about your birthday when that was the situation.

As soon as you were finished she was shoving the kitten into your arms and dragging you downstairs, that gorgeous smile still on her face that made you feel all gooey inside. Then you saw the living room and kitchen and you wanted to laugh and cry all at once.

Flowers. Bouquets on every surface and garlands strung from the ceilings with sprays on the walls. Delphiniums and asters and anemones and snapdragons and ranunculus. All of your favorites. It smelled like an English garden, and it looked like one. Plus there were bright ribbons everywhere, and a hand painted banner that said ‘happy birthday’ in calligraphy. You didn’t know how to react.

“I cannot believe you did all this.” Damn, your eyes were all misty. Maybe she would believe it was allergies? “You’re really leaning into the sugar mommy thing.”

“Or, I just love my little peach and how her face looks when she’s happy.” After she set the tray in the sink she wrapped you in her arms and kissed the top of your head. “And how you pretend like you don’t get all teary when you get nice things. Which you deserve, baby girl.”

“Shut up.” You huffed out a laugh and buried your face in her boobs. “Thank you.”

“Of course, honey.” Nat placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head back so she could look you in the eyes, still smiling when she leaned down to kiss you softly. “I love you.”

“I couldn’t tell.” You giggled when she growled playfully and bit your bottom lip. “I love you too, so much.”

“That’s my good girl.” She kissed you one more time before leading you to sit on the couch in front of a very large pile of gifts. “And now it’s time for presents!”

“Dear god.” You sighed when you flopped onto the couch with the kitten in your lap, chuckling in disbelief when she brought the first of you didn’t even know how many presents to you. “These are all wrapped way too nicely, Nat. I feel bad about ruining the paper. It’s too much.”

“Hush.” She sat down in front of you and rested her chin on her knees. “First off, you deserve all the gifts in the world because you’re wonderful. And second, we need to make your work room more comfy cozy now that you’re home all the time. Give it that peachy flair.”

“Okaaaaaaay…” you unwrapped the first gift as carefully as possible, letting out a shuddering and slightly emotional breath when you got a look at it. “Jesus Christ.”

What could you say, she knew you. Really well. In addition to the beautiful new laptop, she got you a vintage typewriter just in case you wanted to ‘write aesthetically’, which was just adorable even though you had no idea what it meant. There were lovely pictures of the vintage furniture she had bought to fill the space, with promises that the two of you would spend weekends refinishing and painting it together so it would look exactly the way you wanted.

Then there were the borderline excessive Taylor Swift related presents, which did make you cry. You didn’t even know how she found cardigans for every single album, much less little tiny matching ones for Gus to wear. The record player didn’t make much sense until you started unwrapping the vinyls of each album in aesthetically pleasing colors, including each of the ‘Taylor’s Version’ albums with promises to complete the collection as they continued being released. She insisted on putting the Eras bracelet on you herself as soon as you opened it, and her smile got even wider when you squeaked at the tickets to the Toronto show. It was absolutely over the top, but she looked so happy every time you opened something, and seeing her happy made you happy, so fuck it.

“I have no idea how you’re going to keep this up for every birthday and Christmas from now on.” You snuggled into her shoulder and pulled your “Midnights” cardigan closer around yourself, smiling while you looked at the framed vintage print of “Great War” lyrics. “Or where I’m going to put everything if you keep it up.”

“I’ll just have to buy a bigger house.” Nat kissed the top of your head and chuckled softly, turning on ‘How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days’ while she wrapped her arms around you. “Who really needs a retirement account?”

“Um, you do.” You looked up at her and grinned when she started rubbing your hips. “Because I’m not gonna start working again, and once I put you in an old age home, I’ll need something to maintain the lifestyle I’m becoming accustomed to.”

“Old age home?” She scoffed when you just grinned wider and nodded at her. “Little girl, you are asking for your birthday spanks.”

“Wait… Nat!” You squealed when she slapped your ass then tried to flip you over, kicking your legs and trying to get away while she just manhandled you like it was nothing. “This isn’t fair, I’m tiny!”

“Which is just fantastic for me.” She laughed when you yelped as she lifted you up so she could bite your left ass cheek before tossing you over her lap and giving you a good smack. “Tiny and thick, just look at that.”

“Hey!” You pouted and looked over your shoulder when she grabbed a handful of your ass and shook it. “Don’t jiggle me!”

“But I love the jiggle.” Nat gave you another spank and growled when it sent a ripple over your exceptionally voluptuous rear end. “Now, hold still.”

After about five you finally stopped squirming, just wiggling a little each time her hand met your skin. Your breathing kept getting heavier, though, and you couldn’t hold back your soft little whines. Once she got halfway through you were openly moaning like a whore, completely forgetting about the movie and pushing your ass up to meet her hand. Yeah, you were getting wet. Like, really wet. And hot. You didn’t even notice when she landed another solid slap and you spread your legs, biting your lips when you felt your pussy throb. Damn her, she really did know you.

“There we go.” As soon as she finished she yanked your panties down your legs, tossing them somewhere you couldn’t see before she started teasing her fingers over the insides of your thighs. “Just look how messy your pretty little pussy is, peachy girl! And from a spanking. Tsk, whatever should we do about it?”

“Dunno…” you were mumbling and perhaps drooling but if she didn’t do something about the situation between your legs soon you might cry. “Natasha…”

“Aww, did somebody get a little stupid?” Nat just grinned when you nodded as she turned you over and spread your legs even wider. “Does baby need mommy to take care of her and her sloppy cunt?”

“Yes mommy.” You gasped when she propped your ankle on her shoulder so she could pull off her own panties, licking your lips when she hooked a knee over your thigh that was laying on the couch until she was straddling you. “Mommy…”

“Shhh, just let mommy take care of you, baby.”

As soon as she pressed against you you whimpered, your eyes fluttering closed when she scraped her teeth along the curve of your calf at the same time she started to move. She was so soft. And warm. And slick. Her pussy slid over yours easily, her clit right against yours while her hips rolled slowly and sensuously so you could feel all of her. Nat nibbled on your ankle delicately when your pussy throbbed for her, smiling when you moaned and arched your back while your toes curled. You hiccuped when her clit found yours and started moving your hips, gripping the couch cushions when your core began tightening and it got harder to breathe.

The both of you moaned when she began rolling her hips faster, your hand sliding up her soft thighs so you could hold onto her hips while she rode you. Her lips were still pressed to the skin of your calf, sucking on it gently until you had a chain of pretty bruises along the inside of your leg. Nat purred when you tossed your head back and whined at the sensation of her sliding a hand under your cardigan so she could play with your tits, rolling over your nipple with her thumb until you let out another desperate hiccup. You whined when she squeezed your breast at the same time she changed the angle of her grinding, your eyes fluttering open when she bent over you until her lips were brushing against yours.

“My sweet, pretty girl.” Nat cooed into your mouth before flicking her tongue against your bottom lip, taking the hand that was holding your leg away so she could bury it in your hair while she gazes deeply into your eyes. “So good for mommy. Is feeling mommy’s pussy rubbing against yours your favorite, peach?”

“Mmhm… yeah.” Breathing kept getting harder and harder, your breath leaving you in a pathetic whimper while you dug your fingers into her hips. “‘M so close…”

“I know baby girl.” She tugged on your bottom lip with her teeth while letting out some low, pleasant sound from deep in her chest. “Come for mommy. You know how much I love it when you make a mess on my pussy.”

Nat pressed her lips to yours so she could swallow your cry when you fell apart, smiling when you shook in her arms while your pussy fluttered and gushed all over hers. She followed right after you, gasping and letting her eyes fall closed when her cunt spasmed against yours while every muscle in her body clenched and released. When you opened your eyes to watch her it only made your orgasm more intense, your legs tightening around her when her face flushed pink and her eyes fluttered, her teeth sinking into her pillowy bottom lip while her body rolled against yours.

As soon as you had both ridden it out you collapsed against each other, Nat laughing softly and rolling until you were sprawled on top of her while you tried to catch your breath. Neither of you could stop smiling, your eyes bright and happy when Nat pushed your hair away from your face before cupping your cheek with tender affection. You leaned into her touch and wrapped your arms around her tightly, letting out a happy sigh when she leaned up to kiss your forehead.

“You are so precious, little peach.” Nat hummed and rested her head against the pillow that was propped on the armrest, tangling her legs with yours while you pulled a blanket over your naked bottom halves. “Are you having a good birthday?”

“It would be kind of hard not to.” You chuckled when she played with your hair as you kept rubbing your cheek against her chest. “Every day with you is a good day.”

“Hmm, I feel exactly the same way.” She gave your ass an affectionate squeeze. “I hope cuddling for the rest of the day and eating a variety of snacks is acceptable.”

“More than acceptable.” You smiled warmly when she kissed the top of your head again. “But you know what’s even better than cuddling? Naked cuddling.”

“Whatever my birthday girl wants she gets.” Nat beamed at you before sitting up to pull off her cami, laughing when you immediately buried your face in her breasts as soon as she laid back down. “Spoiled.”

“Well, that’s your own fault.” You nuzzled at her breast as you relaxed, letting out a contented sigh when she began playing with your hair again. “Thank you for giving me a nice birthday. I love you.”

“And I love you baby girl.” She kept playing with your hair, laughing softly when the two saw Gus rolling around on the floor and meowing in offense at being forced to wear a cardigan. “And I’m going to make sure every single one of your days from now on is as nice as possible.”

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Sticky situation

Chapter two: babydoll

(Warnings: nothing today, afab!reader)

Childhood best friend!chan x reader(also fake dating trope)

Chapter one

Let me give you the whole rundown of my and Chan's friendship so you understand why we asked each other to do this task with being each other, fake boyfriend and fake girlfriend. So our moms have been friends forever and that made us become friends Chan is a few years older than me but that doesn't matter. We grew up together and did everything together pretty much. But enough of that.

Me and Chan are sitting on my bed scrolling through our phones when I hear him laughing, “What’s so funny” I ask, turning to him. He shows me his phone and a picture of the two of us as kids in our Halloween costumes. I was a princess and he was a ninja, I laughed “we were so cute as kids” I said look at his phone then at him “send that to me.” I say with a small smile on my face, I feel my phone vibrating I look at it and it is Ali calling me “oh god” I say with annoyance in my voice “what’s up” Chan says “it’s one of my friends calling me” I say sitting up and answering my phone. “Hey Ali what’s up?” I say “are you free? I was wondering if me and Kai come over” I look at Chan then sighed “yea this is perfect timing actually you guys can finally meet my boyfriend” I say to her over my phone, I hear a gasp and I feel Chan sit up looking at me “Really?!” I hear her excitedly say. “Yes really.” I say “I’ll see you both in 30 minutes. Does that sound good?” She asks “Yea that works.” I say in return and she says a rushed goodbye and hangs up

“[name] what the hell?!” I hear Chan say confused “Sorry I guess your meeting Ali and Kai a lot sooner than expected” I say looking at him with a slight smile, he looks at me and says “okay, well how are we going to make them think we’re dating?” He says “Rules, let’s set up rules how’s that sound” I say looking at him “Okay, rule one is no sleeping around and no hook ups” he says looking serious, “Obviously, rule two no telling that all this is fake nobody can know” I say “Perfect, that sounds like two strong rules.” He says “I can’t think of anything else if I’m gonna be honest” he says rubbing that back of his neck “Yea same…” I say laughing nervously.

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Prompt by @vespidphoenix

Did read the ficlet they mentioned, LOVED IT, VERY CUTE. i reblogged it, so it'll be a post or two down from this one on my blog if you wanna read it

As for your prompt, *rolls up my sleeves* I gotchu bestie, I'll try my best. Let's place us on the day of the wedding, at the reception. Let's get those romantic feelings rolling 💛🩵

The day had felt like everything moved in slow motion, but it also felt like it had gone by so fast. Either way, it was a day you'll never forget. It was a day you thought would never happen either, but you were living it. It felt like just yesterday Sanji had asked you to marry him, a whole lavish thing, really. Brook playing music and trying not to spoil the surprise, roses everywhere on the deck of the Sunny, and when he asked, and you of course said yes, the entire crew came out crying, well everyone but Zoro but he did give a small smile to you in approval.

Of course, months passed, and Nami, Robin, Franky, and Ussop offered to help plan the wedding, and you had to admit, it went pretty swimmingly. The ceremony was beautiful, emotional, and full of joy. The reception was lining up to be even more so. Lively music, Luffy, Ussop, Chopper, and Franky dancing with the crowd as Nami, Robbin, and Zoro drank and laughed watching on. Dinner had gone over well. Of course, there was still more food knowing Luffy's appetite. Sanji was most stressed about that. He worked hard to craft that menu and made sure everything was just right, but no cooking for him today. His old friends from Baratie said so.

You and Sanji sat at the sweetheart table, watching the party carry on as you finished up your dinner, and Sanji put out his cigarette to sip his wine. He leaned over to you, putting his arm around you and setting his glass down. You set down your fork and leaned towards him as well, smiling on both your faces as you looked at one another.

"Are you having fun?" Sanji asked over the music.

"Of course! It's our wedding day! It's been one of the best days of my life!" You beamed. Sanji kissed your cheek and smiled.

"I'm having a ball," he then put both hands on your face and sighed lovingly.

"You look… beyond beautiful," He purred, making you blush.

"You look stunning," you smiled back, "You've told me maybe a hundred times today that I look beautiful," you laughed. Sanji laughed in reply.

"Well, for the one hundredth time, you look gorgeous," He smiled, and you kissed his lips gently. His left hand meets yours in your lap, your wedding bands gently rubbing together. After a moment, you pulled away, looking at your new husband, and took his hand.

"Hey, you wanna get out of here?" Sanji asked with a smirk.

"And leave our own wedding reception?" You laughed with a raised eyebrow.

"Just for a minute, no one will notice," he said, standing.

"I think people will notice we're gone. You better not be whisking me away for anything scandalous," you teased, standing with him, his hand in one and the skirt of your dress in the other.

"Is it scandalous if we're married?" Sanji smirked, pulling you close by the waist.

"Sanji!!" You squeaked as he laughed and picked you up bridal style.

"That's not why I'm whisking you away, I just want a little quiet with you," he said, looking back at Nami, giving her a nod. She nodded in reply as if to say, "I'll hold the fort," as Sanji carried you to the Sunny. The Sunny was still decorated from this morning. All the chairs were put away from the ceremony, but the archway, banners, and flowers all still gently swayed in the wind. Sanji set you down on the deck as you looked around.

"I can hardly believe we got married here, just what? Hours ago?" You said, walking to the archway and admiring the flowers as Sanji followed close behind, hands in his pockets.

"I know. It feels like it was days ago," he said, standing next to you. "But with you, I'd go back and do it over and over again." He smiled.

"Oh? Why's that? Everything went well this morning," You said, looking up at him.

"Oh yeah, no, everything went perfect. I just wouldn't mind marrying you all over again," He smirked, and you chuckled. You picked off a flower from the archway and put it in the chest pocket of his blazer.

"I wouldn't mind it either," you smiled, "I could live this day forever. But then we couldn't be excited for the married life after."

"That's true," Sanji said, pulling you in by the waist and leading you in a dance across the deck. "Our honeymoon will be amazing."

"I look forward to it. Do you think the crew will be okay without us for that long?" You chuckled, dancing along with him.

"Oh, they'll be fine. Took the necessary steps and made food and recipes for the time we're gone." Sanji chuckled.

"Clever, Prince," you teased, and he smiled back.

"Well, every prince needs a princess," he purred, leaning down and peppering your cheek and neck with kisses.

"Sanji," you swooned, "I thought this wasn't the main reason we snuck away." Sanji laughed against your skin, and it made a chill run up your spine.

"It isn't, but you're my wife, I have to shower you with love and affection," He purred, kissing along your jawline.

"Well since you're my husband, shouldn't I give you the same showering of love and affection?" You teased as Sanji blushed a little as he stood back up to look at you.

"I guess you're right," he said with a smile. "But I thought we weren't sneaking away for that," He teased, pulling you closer as you both laughed.

"I never said we couldn't sneak away to make out," you said, throwing your arms around his neck. "I'm sure no one wants to see that anyway."

"So.. we'll save that for later," he said, and you playfully rolled your eyes.

"We have a whole week ahead of us to do anything like that. What happens happens." You say.

"Good point." Sanji said, putting his hands on the small of your back. "Whatever happens, as long as I'm with you."

"And as long as I'm with you," you whispered as the two of you met for a passionate kiss. Your fingers play with his hair at the base of his neck, his hands moving to your hips and giving a gentle squeeze. The kisses kept becoming deeper, heavier, and hotter, to the point where you had to pull Sanji off you as he had pinned you to the wall next to the kitchen door.

"Okay, it's been like maybe 15 minutes. And as much as I love…this." You trailed off, panting a little, both your lips feeling a little raw.

"We should get back to our wedding party," Sanji finished.

"Exactly, we still have to cut the cake, do our first dance, throw the bouquet..." You listed as you and Sanji walked back to your reception, hand in hand as you'll be til death parts you both.

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coffee dates & soulmates (myg)

pairing: min yoongi x f. reader genre: coffee shop!au, slice of life | fluff rating: general warnings: none, this is just fluff really word count: ~3.1k summary: you appreciate your routine, don't really like changes. and then you see him sitting in the corner of your favorite coffee shop. a/n: this is for the lovely @bluewhale52 written for the @bangtansecretsanta exchange ❤️ hi mei! i was your secret santa and it was so fun to get to know you. i wanted to have this posted a few days ago but it ended up a little longer than i expected. i hope you enjoy it! thank you: to the always amazing indigo for creating both the banner and my divider. love you lots! @classicscreations

It was early summer the first time you noticed him. 

You walked into your favorite coffee shop, a complete necessity to be able to function without being grumpy, and noticed him sitting in the corner. Despite the temperature outside, he had a sweater on as he stared intently at his computer, oversized headphones covering his ears. His long, slightly curly black hair fell around his face and he just left it there. There was a barely touched coffee sitting next to his computer, beads of water dripping down the sides. 

It’s not like you made a habit of cataloging everyone in the coffee shop, it was just that you had your routine. It was also a local place so there weren’t new faces all that often. And here this man was, so consumed by whatever he was working on that he didn’t seem to even realize there was a whole world happening around him. Didn’t notice the screaming child who’s mom came in three times a week. Didn’t notice the teenager who came in on FaceTime with someone like it was his own personal space and everyone wanted to hear his conversation. Didn’t hear the two women loudly cackling in one corner. Didn’t hear the person listening to music without headphones like everyone wanted to hear. 

It was kind of impressive, actually. You wondered if the entire world could be on fire and he would continue working on his computer. You were kind of envious, too, because you would give everything to have that kind of focus on anything. 

As soon as you had your coffee, you were out the door. But not without a last look at the new face. Idly, you wondered if you’d see him again.

You did. In fact, he seemed to be just as much a creature of habit as you were. You got used to seeing him there. Always there before you, always working intently on his computer, always ignoring his drink. 

Since he became a part of your routine, even though you never spoke, you did what you did with every other person you came across. You guessed what kind of work he might do, what he liked to do in his free time, what he listened to while he worked. There was a comfort in it. He was always so calm, so undeterred by the flow of people around him. 

Until one day, in the fall, he wasn’t there. His normal table sat empty. You realized that you actually enjoyed this mystery man that you knew nothing about. This man you’d never spoken to had become a part of your days.

“What’s wrong?” 

Your friend Taehyung was with you, another departure from your normal routine, but he’d been complaining about the coffee at his normal place for weeks. So you suggested he try this place. 

“Nothing,” you answered, shaking your head. 

“Where’s that guy you’ve been talking about?” Taehyung asked, looking around curiously. You swatted at him in response.

“Not here,” you said quietly.

Taehyung gave you a knowing look that you hated immediately. “Ah, is that why your face looks like that?” 

“What’s wrong with my face?” You wanted to be offended, but you also knew Taehyung and knew he likely didn’t mean anything by it.

“Just looks like someone kicked your dog, is all,” he shrugged.

“I don’t have a dog,” you responded and he rolled his eyes.

“He must be cute,” Taehyung said.

“He’s just…I’ve never seen anyone with that kind of focus, is all,” you said and approached the counter to order. 

The next time you went back into the coffee shop, headphone computer guy was back at his usual table. It was like nothing had changed. He still didn’t look up, still didn’t break focus, and still didn’t seem like he was drinking his coffee. You smiled, immediately thankful Taehyung wasn’t with you this time.

Taehyung had agreed, the coffee at your place was great, way better than his place. But it was out of his way and he was almost always running late. So you started picking up coffee for the both of you most days. Which was better for you, anyway, because Taehyung would periodically pay for both coffees as a thank you for bringing something drinkable.

The next departure from your routine came after you stopped ordering that extra coffee for Taehyung. He was seeing someone new that had convinced him the best thing to do was make it for himself at home, which had resulted in him spending too much money on something he didn’t really know how to use. Oh well, the things we do for love, right?

You were getting too used to the rest of the routine, too used to being able to look at the stranger that always worked on his laptop. Which is exactly how you noticed the change. You went back to your normal coffee order and he glanced up at you. When he saw you were looking at him, he glanced back down immediately. But you had seen it. Maybe he wasn’t quite so oblivious to his surroundings.

Or maybe it was just wishful thinking and you needed to stop making stories in your own head. He didn’t look up at you the next time you were in or even any of the times the rest of the week. 

And then, about a week later, he actually surprised you. You were taking your card out to pay for the coffee you just ordered when the barista told you that it was covered. 

“What?” Your hand paused in your wallet.

“Yeah, you’re all set,” she said and smiled.

That didn’t exactly clarify anything. “Um, how?”

“Oh, that guy over there on the computer paid for it,” she said and your eyes followed her line of vision despite knowing exactly who she meant.

He wasn’t looking up at you, but you swore you saw the faintest twitch of a smile on his lips. Okay, so that was how this was going to go. You waited by the end of the counter, on the other side of the shop from where he sat. As soon as you had your coffee, you walked over to his table and wondered the whole time if he would even look up.

He did, almost immediately.

“Uh, thanks,” you said, unsure what else you were supposed to say.

“You’re welcome,” he said and smiled.

And it was one of the cutest smiles you’d ever seen, all soft and too big and gummy. Every time you’d seen him before, he looked intense and focused. It was why you never thought he realized what was going on around him. Now, he smiled soft, eyes crinkling as he looked up at you. He pulled his headphones off and closed his laptop.

“Do you want to sit down?”

You did, of course you did. It had been weeks and weeks of made up stories about this man that suddenly paid for your coffee and asked you to sit down. There were a million questions that you wanted to ask. It started with his name, though. Yoongi. Pretty. It almost felt weird after all this time to know his name. And to give him yours in return.

You can’t remember what you talked about that first day, only that you loved to listen to the sound of his voice. Gentle but also deep and gravelly. Animated but also somehow lazy. His voice, like everything else about him, was a study in contrasts that somehow worked perfectly together. 

It was another week of chatting every time you came into the shop (he was always already there at his normal table) before he asked you if you wanted to get dinner sometime. An immediate yes from you. 

And it was probably one of the cutest dates that you had ever been on. In the coffee shop, Yoongi seemed calm and at ease, like he was genuinely comfortable. When you met him for dinner, he seemed nervous. Like he wasn’t sure what he was doing. Which actually made you a lot less nervous. He was beautiful and you felt tongue tied around him more often than not. But now here he was, slightly stumbling over some of his words and not at all at ease. It made you like him a lot more.

You were in trouble.

It was nice because you realized how much you hadn’t learned about him yet even though you felt like you’d known him forever. Although he hadn’t given you a clear answer on his work at the coffee shop, he talked about it freely on that first real date. He wrote music. Everything from songs that he sold to artists to scores for movie soundtracks and everything in between. It seemed like he had worked with some pretty big artists, too. He didn’t think it was a big deal, but you thought it was amazing. You also found out, unsurprisingly given his line of work, that he played several instruments including the piano and the guitar. Piano had been his first love, he talked at length about the piano he had at a studio he worked at when he wasn’t at the coffee shop, and guitar had been something he just picked up while writing songs. Even though he didn’t think he was good, he agreed he’d play for you sometime when you asked. Maybe he wasn’t the only one smiling like an idiot

He also wanted to know everything about you and disagreed when you said it wasn’t nearly as exciting. So you told him about your family, about growing up, about dreams that you still had. Things you usually hesitated to share and would never share on a first date. He interjected to share stories of his own. Easy. It was just easy.

After dinner, he walked you to the door of your building and awkwardly shuffled his feet. Again, like he wasn’t completely sure of himself or what to do. You lingered a second longer and were glad you did when he placed the gentlest kiss on your lips and then told you to have a good night. 

Several more dates went by and you realized that you were actually developing incredibly real feelings for Yoongi faster than you had for anyone else before. It had never been easy like this with anyone else, it had never felt effortless. But everything with Yoongi was as natural as breathing. 

When he asked if you wanted to meet his closest friends, you said yes right away. And the way he smiled said you made the right decision. He offered to cook for you and them, promised he’d rope one of them into helping, and promised all you needed to do was bring a bottle of wine, if you wanted.

You showed up at his apartment right on time, like you always did, but it wasn’t Yoongi that answered the door. Instead, you were greeted by a tall, broad man with almost blond hair. His smile was easy, but in a very different way to Yoongi.

“Hi, you must be the woman we’ve heard so much about,” he said, still smiling and holding the door.

“Well don’t just stand there, Namjoon, invite her in,” called another familiar voice.

“Ah, right, sorry,” he stuttered and stepped aside. 

Your eyes fell on another man, shorter than the one he called Namjoon and slender, but with a smile that could break a thousand hearts. He was on his feet immediately and coming towards you.

“Hi, I’m Hoseok and this is Namjoon,” he said and you relaxed. It was good to put names to faces.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” you said.

“You too! Yoongi hasn’t stopped talking about you in…” Hoseok started before there was a clattering from the kitchen.

“Yah, Hobi, I can hear you,” Yoongi scolded. 

“It’s not like she doesn’t know,” Namjoon added quietly and Yoongi rounded on the taller man.

“Not you too,” Yoongi whined before he turned back to you. “I hope they don’t scare you off.”

And there was a little bit of a truth to it, if his face was anything to go by. But you just smiled and crossed the room to kiss his cheek.

“Not a chance,” you said and held up a bag. “I couldn’t decide what to bring so I brought both.”

“Jin’s gonna be thrilled,” Yoongi said, looking at the bag. “Come on, I’ll introduce you and then leave you to those two.”

“Are they not allowed in the kitchen?” You wondered as you followed Yoongi.

“Hobi is, Joon isn’t,” Yoongi said and didn’t elaborate further. 

As Yoongi said, his friend Seokjin was in the kitchen. He was also strikingly attractive (seriously, what was it with this friend group?), but the most surprising thing was his apron. He also had his hair pushed back off his face as he watched the dishes.

“Ah, you’re here!” Seokjin saw you and greeted you as if you’d known each other for years.

“This is Jin,” Yoongi said, a little unnecessarily but you appreciated it all the same.

“Nice apron,” you commented and earned a loud laugh in response.

“Please don’t,” Yoongi muttered and you weren’t sure who he was talking to.

“I can’t get my dinner clothes dirty while I’m cooking,” Seokjin said.

“We’re staying in,” Yoongi whined and now you realized it hadn’t been you he was talking to.

“And I want to look nice,” he said.

“He brought it with him,” Yoongi told you and Seokjin didn’t look remotely bothered.

Yoongi gave you a peck on the cheek, which earned a joke from Seokjin, and sent you back out to sit with Hoseok and Namjoon. It was probably for the best, though, because if you stayed in the kitchen, you’d want to help and two people were already plenty. It wasn’t that big of a space. 

It was also really nice to get to know Yoongi’s friends, who were just as lovely as you would have guessed. Namjoon, as you discovered, was not allowed in the kitchen because he was a terrible cook. He also was incredibly clumsy. Hoseok was apparently a pretty decent cook, but not as good as Seokjin or Yoongi, which meant that he was keeping Namjoon company as well as keeping him out of trouble. 

You could see that they had all been friends for years, the way they interacted and shared stories. But the best part about meeting them and having dinner was that they all included you in absolutely everything. And aside from a few pokes at Yoongi, who apparently never fell fast like this, they completely accepted you. It might have been silly, but you held your breath until you realized that you passed their test.

After the night had been such a success, you figured your friends were up next. Unsurprisingly, that was just as easy. Taehyung wanted to play the fill-in older brother role for you, but he lasted all of five minutes before he was gushing over how much he loved you two together. He also wanted to tell Yoongi about how you had looked for him every time you came into the coffee shop, which he did after you finished the first bottle of wine. You couldn’t stop him from the embarrassing stories. Which ended up being fine because Yoongi admitted he thought you and Taehyung were dating when you ordered him coffees every time.

Nothing in life was ever this easy for you. No relationship, whether it was a friend or romantic, had ever slotted in this easily. Part of you, the pessimistic side, kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. You were sure that nothing like this lasted for you. But the hopeful part of you wanted to believe that you deserved it.

You weren’t really sure how you had gotten here, it was like one day you were observing this quiet man from afar in a coffee shop and the next, you were getting ready to spend Christmas together. Despite saying that he wasn’t much for the holiday, he had been right there with you in decorating, making sure the lights were up, that there were things up on the wall, that the whole place felt cozy.  And you both had stockings. You had agreed on a limit, yet you had caught him periodically slipping things into your stocking every time he was over. 

“Eggnog is disgusting,” you announced as you sunk onto the couch next to Yoongi.

“Then don’t drink it,” he responded.

“Ridiculous,” you said and he laughed softly at you. “It’s a tradition.”

“We can make new traditions,” Yoongi offered.

“They’re not traditions if they’re new,” you said with a pout.

“They are if we do them every year,” he said and you shot a look at him.

“Still planning to be around next year?” You almost didn’t dare to hope.

Yoongi looked into your eyes, more sure than you had ever seen him. “I’ll be around for as many holidays as you’ll have me.”

It was crazy, the way the butterflies fluttered in your stomach, the way your whole body was on fire. You’d never really believed in love at first sight, still didn’t know if you believed in soulmates, but you also knew that you’d never felt anything like what you felt for Yoongi. When you heard him essentially say that he was also in it for the long haul, your heart was ready to burst. 

“This is crazy, right?” Your voice was small and you couldn’t meet his eyes.

“What?” 

“We’ve only been dating for a couple months and we’re celebrating Christmas together, talking about traditions,” you said to your hands that twisted in your lap.

Yoongi’s long fingers reached out to tilt your chin back up. “It doesn’t feel crazy to me.”

“But we’ve only known each other for such a short time and…” you rambled.

Yoongi shrugged. “Who cares if it’s a short time? Who cares about anyone else’s timeline?”

“I don’t know, I guess I’ve always just been a little worried about everyone else’s opinions,” you said and sighed.

“My friends love you, yours love me. We’re happy and I know I’m not alone in saying I’ve never felt like this before,” Yoongi said and you smiled at him. “I don’t think anything else matters.”

“You’re right,” you agreed. 

“So come here,” he said and opened his arms for you to settle against him. “Now we just have one thing to decide.”

“What’s that?” You tilted your head to look up at him.

“Our first new tradition,” Yoongi said and you smiled again.

If all you did for the rest of your Christmas Eves was cuddle with Yoongi and complain about eggnog, you would be happy.

I hope you enjoyed it!

#bss2022 #bangtan secret santa #btscarnivalnet #kvanity #btswritersclub #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi imagine #yoongi scenarios #yoongi fic #yoongi fluff #bts fics #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts x you #bts imagines #bts scenarios

[maneaterss]

hiii, could you do scenerio where richarlison and yn are celebrating her birthday and he gifts her something very grand 💖 love your writing

pairing: richarlison x insert

summary: richarlison outdoes himself per usual.

cw: richarlison being cute

authors note: i said i wasn't gonna write cause i had finals but i couldn't resist this. this is gonna be short but i tried!

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you've always kept your birthday modest- it wasn't that you didn't want to have a big party and get expensive gifts but you had never done it before so why start now you spent the day with your friends to wait until your boyfriend was out of practice. you had a small meal with your friends before you bid your goodbyes and got in your car.

richarlison should be at your apartment by now but he hadn't texted you that he was on his way, you began your journey home after waiting for your car to start up, god you hated that car. once you'd made it home you saw another car in the driveway- expensive. confused- you entered the house wearily incase he'd brought a friend home you didn't want to bother them.

"rich?" you called out into your house walking to the living room. there was no sign of him or anyone else home until you walked into your kitchen.

balloons of y/f/c littered the floor and fairy lights were strung across the cabinets- along with a 'happy birthday' banner hung by two walls. multiple platters of food littered the table and two glasses or wine were set across from eachother. plates of meats, vegetables, fruits, and biscuits were splayed across the table as well.

once you'd finished taking in the sight before you your eyes switched to the perpetrator who barely gave you a second of air before he pulled you into his arms. "feliz aniversário meu amor." he smiledand he pulled his chest back to see your face.

you'd forgot about everything, you forgot about all of your issues, the phone calls you had to return and thank people for the birthday wishes, you looked at the man before you and placed both hands on his cheeks, you could've sworn his eyes were sparkling. this was such a sweet gesture and it must've not mean a lot to him because his focus was on you but this was something nobody had ever surprised you with.

you placed a soft kiss on his lips and couldnt wipe the smile off your face. "tu és o meu mundo. i love you y/n."

his world. everything he said made your cheeks flush and your heart flutter, "i love you too baby." you said pressing another kiss to his lips, "thank you so much."

your kisses carried him away as he ran his fingers through you hair, his other hand on your hips. you were beginning to melt into his touch before he pulled back unexpectedly- "how did i forget?"

richarlison grabbed your hand and dragged you through the house ignoring your questions, your confusion only spiking once he exited the house.

"for you, anjo." he pointed to the sports car you'd seen earlier.

you were genuinely at a loss for words. a whole car- nonetheless a sports car for you, for your birthday? what did you so to deserve this?

richarlison began to get worried- did he insult you? did he make you think that you thought your car was ugly? there wasnt anything he could dislike about you- not even your rusty car, everything that made you you was insanely perfect to him.

the dinner was already a big stretch in your brain, you couldn't even comprehend the fact that anyone would drop this much money on you. "are you serious?"

he just laughed, rubbing his neck. "rich oh-" you were still in utter disbelief, "oh my god." you pressed another kiss to his lips.

"you didn't have to." you pulled him into a hug. "i don't even know what to say my love." his thoughtfulness was a gift in itself.

"the least i could do baby," he kissed your forehead, running his hand up and down your back. "if i could give you the world i would."

and you both knew that to be true- he would give you even his own life if you ask, you'd do the same for him.

#richarlison x you #richarlison de andrade #richarlison angst #richarlison smut #richarlison fluff #richarlison x reader #richarlison imagine #richarlison imagines #neymar angst #neymar headcanon #richarlison headcanons

[stvrdrops]

the american actress pt 1 | pt 2 ☆ shuri x fem!reader

an invitation to the most lavish and private wakandan ball suddenly makes its way into your lap, despite you being only a regular old actress compared to the world leaders who usually attend. could it be the princess invited you herself..? surely not.

warnings : some implicit actions , fluff & cute flirting between the two !

word count : 2,861

note : this is the first shuri fanfic i’ve written after coming back from my terrible writers block so i apologize if it’s not the best lol i’ve just been so obsessed with her lately that i had to write something for her :)

wakanda is a kingdom of utter extravagance. ever since they opened up their walls they had begun throwing lavish balls and galas to keep the countries distracted from stealing vibranium. the world leaders saw it as an elite gala while wakanda saw it as a way to share their wealth without actually sharing. only the most classy and most important of people could even dream about attending the wakandan dances. the most famous of these balls being the wakandan international gala. something so simply named would have to be but a simple event, right? you would be incredibly mistaken. women dressed to the nines while men wore their most expensive designer suits. governors would discuss politics while tribe leaders ate and danced. princesses and daughters of government officials would gossip and flirt with the many men eyeing them down. most importantly, the avengers themselves would attend. they treated the night as one of their many vacation days from work. the black widow would forgo her iconic black suit, captain america would drop the shield for a glass of whiskey, tony stark would still bring his suit but only to show off, thor’s cape became a tuxedo, hawkeye managed to go without his bow, and bruce banner left the green man at home.

this was your first and what you thought to be your last time attending the infamous event. you were certain to be an outlier compared to the world’s most important people. you happened to be just a simple actress. you didn’t sign treaties or protect the universe. all you did was read off a script and perform some stunts for a living. it was safe to say you believed the invitation to be a mistake, but your agent assured you it was not. apparently you had been invited allegedly by someone with high wakandan authority. they had left their identity a mystery which drove you wild. it made you laugh to think the person who invited you was the princess of wakanda, shuri. you happened to form a crush on her some time ago after seeing her on tv discussing world politics. somehow she made the war over vibranium sound sexy and adorable at the same time. which was quite insane.

you often found yourself wondering if the princess had seen any of your movies. she was far too busy to sit down and watch some silly academy nominated films. after all, she was the princess of a whole nation and led only the best scientists all on her own.

you currently stood in front of large doors made purely out of vibranium. it was carved with thousands of little people telling the story of how wakanda was formed. the attention to detail had been nothing short of incredible. it was so incredible, in fact, that your breathing even hitched a little. you had never seen anything quite like that with its craftsmanship. yet again, you hadn’t seen anything quite like wakanda.

the trip to wakanda had been fairly short despite the long distance needing to be traveled. a limo showed up at your quaint loft in nyc right when the invitation said transportation would arrive. after that you were taken to what seemed to be an army base. wakandan jets were lined along as you watched others enter. they went in groups, while you had a jet all of your own. the next thing you knew was arriving in wakanda and standing in front of these doors. everything had happened so quick!

“ehem.”

your gaze shifts from the top of the door to the two women standing on both sides of it. you blushed out of embarrassment, the red on your checks too bright for your brown skin to hide. out of your astonishment you forgot the two women had even been standing there. they oozed poise and bravery. not to mention they were incredibly sexy.

somehow you felt underdressed when you stared at them. they were wearing their normal dora milaje gear, but still it matched the regality of the gala. you looked down at your thousand dollar gown and frowned a little. it had stuck to your body like a glove, showing off every curve. you felt a little self conscious due to the low back and high leg slit. it almost felt too grown for such an event, but your stylist assured you it would be the right choice for the occasion. so maybe you weren’t overdressed, but perhaps just feeling like you didn’t dress for the right kind of gala.

it made you feel so much older than nineteen. the black sparkles shined bright as the lights in the hall hit every single one of them. your dark stilettos positioned you higher than normal, but you were just of the same height as the dora milaje women. your hair had been done up in a bun style updo, showcasing your collarbones and soft neck. the makeup you wore was soft glam, and that was just how you liked it. you knew you were beautiful but the nerves of keeping up appearances was eating you alive.

you move closer to the door and smile to the two women. they do not reciprocate the smile, but you know they would if they could. their training probably prohibited them from doing such things at events like these.

spears hit the ground causing the large vibranium doors to open. it caught you by surprise seeing how easily the moved open despite how much they had to of weighed. once they opened it revealed to you just how many people were truly at this gala.

your eyes land on everyone below and grow wide at the realization that everyone is staring back at you. you even make eye contact with one of the avengers, natasha romanoff. you quickly turn your eyesight away out of embarrassment, however, it’s just your luck that your eyes land right on princess shuri right after. you could feel yourself freezing as a wide smile grew onto her face. she looked happy? like as if she was happy to see you attending.

“introducing y/n y/l/n, the american actress.” a thick accent shouts before the spears hit the ground again.

everyone’s eyes linger on you for a second while you make your way into the room. the doors close suddenly behind you. you can’t help but feel totally exposed. somehow being in front of a million people at a premiere is better than this, because at least you know those people love you.

music fills your ears as you see the band has begun playing again. people go back to normal as the music starts and you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. you finally allow yourself to go down the stairs without the risk of tripping from your anxiety.

the room looked much smaller from above, but as you’re in the middle of it all you realize the room is quite large. you can’t help but allow your eyes to scan the room as you take in all the lavish decor and beautiful greenery. the walls were covered in flowers and vines native to wakanda. sculptures of panthers made purely out of vibranium lined the walls and the pillars reaching from out of them. dora milaje stood in little doorways towards the top of the walls, watching down on the guests.

the large glass roof allowed for the stars to shine so beautifully on your sparkly dress. it also helped to create the perfect atmosphere as people danced and laughed. it was just the perfect amount of light.

you hadn’t realized you made your way to the bar until someone tapped your shoulder with a sharp nail.

“are you lost?” a sultry voice spoke.

“oh,” you quickly turn yourself around to see the black widow standing in front of you. you find it hard to form the correct words, only saying, “i’m sorry.”

she laughs, “for what?”

“i- i just…” your mouth goes dry, “i guess i don’t know.”

“hm,” she raises a brow, “you’re just as pretty in person as you are in the movies.”

you gasp, “you watch my movies?”

“who doesn’t?” a thick wakandan accent speaks from behind you.

you feel your legs go weak when you recognize who’s voice it was. it couldn’t be, could it? you turn to the side and your eyes land on the princess of wakanda, shuri. she flashes you a charming smile and you can feel your face heat up once again. she’s not that much older than you, but she looked incredibly mature. she didn’t wear a typical dress, instead opting for a suit that had no under shirt. you could see the most modest part of her chest and how toned her collarbones were. it’s almost as if you could see her muscles underneath the suit. shuri could feel you undressing her with your eyes, but said nothing about it.

“you do not mind if i take my guest, do you romanoff?” shuri spoke to natasha while gripping your hand. the russian spy looked down at the hang gripping and then up again.

“not at all.” she said before going back to sipping on her incredibly dark red wine.

“come y/n, i must show you something.” shuri speaks while flashing another smile and dragging you away from the party. you’re far too starstruck to even say anything, only nodding as a response.

you’re lead through the many corridors of the wakandan palace before reaching the least guarded area in the whole place. the doors were white and looked futuristic. you watch as shuri begins to type some password into a keypad.

“you’re the princess”

ugh, you cant believe you’ve said that out loud.

“yes, i am.” she chuckles, “and you’re a famous american actress.”

“why does everyone refer to me as that? i have a name.” you cant help but frown.

“hmm, fine. i will refer to you as y/n, the princess of all american actresses.”

what a stupid nickname, but it sounded so cute coming from her that you couldn’t help but smile. she noticed this and beamed with pride. her little flirting had been working nicely.

“that works.” you joke with her. for the first time tonight you didn’t find yourself feeling anxiety.

“ah! here we are.” shuri speaks as the white door begins to open. it slides from both sides to reveal what seems to be the infamous lab. you don’t have time to register much of anything due to shuri dragging you inside and up some stairs to a ledge. she stops in front of a table covered in different little trinkets and inventions.

“forgive me princess, but what am i supposed to be looking at?”

“hm?” she looks up at you, tearing her gaze away from the table. “oh yes, hold on.”

you watch as she picks through the items.

“to be honest i didn’t know you knew of my existence.”

she laughs and you can feel butterflies forming inside you. your schoolgirl crush on shuri was truly getting worse and worse by every moment you spend with her. surely she could never see you that way though. hell, you didn’t even know if she was into girls.

“i watch every movie of yours. you are quite an incredible actress. which is why i wanted you to test these for me.” she says while handing you what seemed to be a pair of black glasses. they were the exact same frames as ones you wore in your last movie.

shuri sees you raising a brow at this realization and says, “i liked how well they complimented you.”

“i see.” you say as you hear the subtle cockiness in her voice begin to dwell. you couldn’t help but think about how much taller she was even in your heels. so to look up at her with the glasses on made you feel a bit silly. you enjoyed it though.

suddenly words appear in your eyesight. the glasses lenses turn into screens that display what seems to be a script. it tracks what you read and what you haven’t, highlights certain parts of the text for you, and seemingly more. your mouth can’t help but gape open at how cool it all is.

“did you make these?” a stupid question, but you had to ask.

“of course, with you in mind.”

“why me?”

“it gave me a good excuse to get you in my lab, and trust me, i needed to get you in here somehow.”

oh. my. god.

“why wait until this fancy gala?” you blushed as you spoke, still searching through the words on the lenses.

“i just wanted to see you in a pretty dress. i guessed you’d look amazing based off your premiere pics, but somehow it’s so much better in person. you’re so much better in person.”

suddenly you feel her hand resting on your hip. you don’t refuse her, and she can feel you’re enjoying the reaction. she took pleasure in knowing your hairs probably stood up under that tight dress from her finger tips. she lifts the glasses up, allowing for you to make eye contact with her. she was looking at you like you were the only person in the world. she was looking at you as if she wanted to devour you.

how suave.

“you are much shorter in person, but i prefer it this way. much easier to do this.”

“do what—“ you begin to ask, but unable to finish as a gasp escapes from your plump lips. shuri had lifted you up onto the glass table so easily that it caught you by surprise. you swore you could feel your heart beating out of your chest. your body aches for her and she could tell.

her fingers trail up the slit in your dress as you both hold eye contact. she smiles as they slip under the dress, finding your black panties. the space between you two becomes much less by every passing second.

“i should’ve flown you out to wakanda much sooner if i knew you would let me get this far. perhaps even request you film a movie here.”

“a movie? for the wakandans?”

she laughs, “no silly. our own personal movie. one that involves little clothing. i’m sure you’d be a natural at it since it involves no real acting.”

holy shit she’s good.

she leans in while keeping eye contact. you began growing impatient so you grab her face and push your lips into hers. suddenly the space between you is no longer existing. her hands are on your hips as you attempt to chase some kind of high.

shuri takes pleasure in knowing just how fast you crumbled beneath her. you two didn’t even know each other for two hours and here you were grinding yourself into her and the table trying to chase a high.

your hands dug into the curly hair on top of her head as she dove to your exposed neck. her nails dug into your skin when you pulled slightly on the hair. her teeth sank into your neck and you moaned from the contact. it was almost as if she was a vampire with the way she was sucking and biting on you. she just couldn’t get enough of how fruity you had tasted.

you couldn’t help but melt underneath her and turn into a mess as she pushed your legs up. she was incredibly charming and the best kisser you’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing. this certainly isn’t what you had planned for the night, but it would do nicely.

“princess shuri—“

“not,” she came up from your neck and kissing you to speak, “now.”

“but—“

shuri ignored the voice speaking from the walls. you were too busy taking everything in to notice the voice.

“princess shuri!”

a voice booms through the lab and suddenly shuri is pushing herself off of you. you quickly fix your position to keep from falling off of the glass table as you realize someone other than the both of you was in the room.

“okoye, how many times have i told you to not enter when the doors are shut?!”

the woman only raises a brow as she looks between you and the princess. you give a weak but embarrassed smile. her expression drops into a slight smile when she sees shuri’s hand still on your waist.

“i apologize to break up whatever this is, but the queen is requesting your presence.”

shuri sighs, “i better not keep mother waiting.” she looks back at you and attempts to hide a smile from seeing how flustered you look, “i will be back. do not move a muscle!”

you can only find it in yourself to nod your head, already missing how good it felt to have her lips on your neck.

she hurries after okoye and the doors to the lab open.

“must you have sex in the lab?”

“we were not going to have sex okoye!”

“lying is not good for the soul shuri.”

“hmph. you know how long i’ve been crushing on her.”

“oh yes, you never shut up about her last movie. such a lover girl aren’t you? at least take the girl out on a date first.”

“maybe i will.” shuri states in a matter of fact manner.

the doors shut cutting off the conversation to you. however, you heard all you needed to hear, a smile spreading across your lips.

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[fairysluna]

INVISIBLE STRING | Chapter 3: Bejeweled.

New Girl!AU — A disastrous break up led you to them; three guys living in a huge apartment and in need of a new roommate who helped with the way too expensive rent.

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST

PAIRING – Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY – You listened to Aegon, and you decided to give another try to dating and flings, though things, once again, don't go as planned.

TAGS/TW – make out sessions with some inappropriate touching, anxiety(?, mentions of sex, robbery(?, alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs.

AUTHOR'S NOTE – did i use the house of shameless as a visual? ofc i did. this is dedicated to my sweet nicole <3 this whole series is dedicated to you actually, ilysm mi amor🤍 i didn't proof read it, so pls be aware of that before reading and srry if there's mistakes!!

WORD COUNT – 4.3k

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The heels were too high for your liking, the dress too tight, and everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong when you tripped at the entrance of the bar. You have missed the enormous sign that said ‘WATCH YOUR STEP’ with big, thick, red letters. Luckily for you, no one seemed to have witnessed that embarrassing moment of your life; you trying to look sexy and flirty, and failing miserably. 

It was Friday night, almost a week has passed since your desperate attempt to move on from your ex, and there you were, standing as you scanned the room for a man that looks available and cute enough. The Green Banner was filled with people that had come to look for a relaxing time after work; it was 9pm, and most of the men there were wearing office clothes. Being honest to yourself, you thought they all looked quite boring.

However, your big issue right there was not the dull colors of their clothing, it was Jace’s and Aemond’s presence. They had helped you to choose the dress after you asked them to, but it appears as if they did not want to let go of you just yet. They started to judge all the guys that you picked; too short, too informal, too formal, too douchey, too boring, too dumb, too drunk; it was never enough for them. You started to grow tired of this, feeling too overwhelmed with the pressure of finding the perfect match that you barely were enjoying the process of starting over. They were suffocating you.

“What about him?” Jace said, pointing at a dude that was talking cheerfully with a group of friends, still wearing the formal suit from his job. 

Aemond shook his head, “he’s being too flirty with that girl, he’s probably dating her.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath that was interrupted by the tightness of your dress. Now you were doubting yourself, and the urge to go home consumed you; leaving did not seem as a bad idea at all. But then you saw Aegon behind the bar, preparing some drink as he laughed with a girl by his side; you tilted your head a bit, weirded out by his attitude since you rarely saw him laugh in the loft. He was always serious or absentminded, but here he was… happy. 

As you kept watching him, completely ignoring the words of Jace and Aemond, you saw how his flirtatious manners were way too obvious for anyone who lay an eye on him. You could even swear that you saw a slight blush on his cheeks as the girl by his side made him laugh with a joke. Your haze softened at the sight, seeing a part of Aegon you did not even know it existed before that moment; and then, there was this part inside of you that actually wanted to help him to get that girl, even when Aegon was a very private person when it comes to his feelings, you felt the urge to do something about it. 

That is why, as soon as the girl left his side, you stood up as you excused yourself with your friends, and walked towards Aegon. Jace frowned as he asked you where you were going, but you just replied with a soft mumble that was barely understood by them. 

Aegon saw you getting closer and his smile faded, being replaced by a confused grin that appeared in his face. Your smile, as bright as usual, was the first thing he noticed; you were always so damn happy, it was actually a bit triggering for him. He tried to avoid your stare, but you sat right in front of him, looking up at him with those gleaming eyes which had some mischievousness in them that made him feel curious about your intentions. 

“May I have a virgin Mojito?” You told him, trying to suppress your giant smile.

He raised an eyebrow, giving you a judgemental stare, “So you want a mint lemonade?”

“Yes, please.”

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have some essays to grade?” His mocking tone was easily perceived in his voice, but you did not let yourself be bothered by it. Instead, you just laughed it off. 

“I’m following your advice!” 

Aegon closed his eyes, “that’s a terrible mistake.” 

“Listen, I also came here because I saw you with that girl over there,” You pointed out to the ginger girl at the other extreme of the bar, “you smiled at her, you like her!”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” he quickly said.

“You barely smile at home,” you pointed out.

“I barely smile at you,” he explained, “you’re a bit annoying, to be honest.”

You tilted your head, pressing your lips in a thin line before you rolled your eyes ignoring his words, again. You just sat there, watching Aegon making your drink with such easiness that it actually left you impressed, nimbly moving his hands to grab the cup, the ingredients and putting them together in a medium size cup. You found yourself so distracted watching him doing his job that you almost lost the focus of the conversation.

"You should ask her out," you told him, leaning towards him to whisper your words. He leaned back almost immediately, trying to stay away from you. 

"Mind your business, y/n," he replied, sternly. "Look, there's a guy that's lonely, go for it and leave me work. 

You turned to look at the guy Aegon pointed at. You immediately recognized him as the man who looked too lazy according to Aemond. You thought he was cute, he was a good looking guy, but your beloved friends did not even let you give your opinion before they decided he was not proper for you. 

"Aemond didn’t like him," you explained to Aegon. 

"Is Aemond gonna sleep with him?" He raised his eyebrow and you softly shook your head, "then why does his opinion matter to you?"

"He's my friend," you shrugged. 

"Just go and fuck that guy. Be a whore, remember?" 

You took a deep breath before nodding, decided to listen to Aegon's advice once again. You mumble a small 'yes' that came out as a sigh, and then you grabbed the glass in front of you, and drank it in two sips. The sour taste of the lemon made you wrinkle your nose as you groaned, but somehow it gave you a boost of confidence which made you stand up from the chair. Aegon frowned. "You know there's no alcohol in that, don't you?" 

"Shut up," you mumbled as you left his side. "We have a pending conversation, remember that!" 

"No, we don't."

His words faded into the air as you walked away from him and towards the handsome and lonely man sitting at the other side of the bar. He was looking at his phone with an uninterested look while holding a beer jug. There was some sort of self doubt in you as you slowly stepped forward to meet him, but Aegon’s words were in a loop inside your head giving you the motivation to keep going and take the first step into the ‘single life’ you have been wanting to live. No strings attached, just fun and meaningless sex.

You stood behind the guy for a few seconds, taking big breaths and calming you down before daring to speak to him. You saw the curls on his dark hair and bit your lip; your eyes went to his exposed arms and hands; they seemed thick and veiny… it somehow turned you on. You gave one last look behind you; Jace and Aemond were nowhere to be seen, and when your eyes laid upon Aegon’s frame, he was already staring at you with an expectant look. He gave you a slight nod, and that was all you needed to do it. 

“Hey,” you said. The guy turned around and a confused look appeared on his face. “Do you mind if I sit here?” You pointed at the spot next to him.

A smirk crossed his lips as he clearly saw your intentions, a blush took over your cheeks but you played it down by looking at your heels. He answered with a small ‘yes’ and you quickly sat down by his side. He shifted his position so he could take a better look at you and your only instinct was to smile. At that moment, your college girl moments invaded your mind as a reminder that there was a time when you were good at flirting with random guys; that girl was still inside of you, and you just needed a small push to let her out and take over the shyness that you developed as you grew older.

“I’m Mace,” he introduced himself. His charming smile was seductive enough to make you smile back. Before you knew it, your hands were on his arm as you laughed at a terribly boring joke that he said.

You found yourself actually enjoying this. He was an attractive guy that was looking for the same thing as you; a one night stand. You could easily tell by his body language that he was interested in you; the way he would casually look at your lips, the way he would touch your knee and use his thumb to leave gentle caresses there. It was making you slightly nervous, you would be lying if you said otherwise, but you forced yourself to do it; to keep it up. This was your chance to leave your whole past away. No more broken hearts, no more crying while watching Beetlejuice. This was your opportunity to finally move on. So, when he leans towards your ear and whispers with his raspy voice, “do you want to come home with me?” You could not reject him. 

Jace saw you walking through the bar with Mace holding your waist and immediately went to your side. The worried look on his face was quite visible as he grabbed your arm to stop you. “Where are you going?” He asked, looking at the guy by your side from head to toe and then looking back at you with an incredulous stare.

“I’ll be home later, don’t worry,” you assured him. A kind smile appeared on your visage, trying to make him understand that you would be fine. Jace, however, was not too convinced by your words. His lips pressed tightly as he turned around in a failed attempt to find Aemond. “Jace, I’ll be fine… Just go home, I found what I was looking for.” You whispered the last words discreetly pointing at Mace.

It took him a couple seconds to accept it, but when the grip of his hand around your wrist loosened up a little, you took it as an approval even when his face was not showing signs of it. You waved your hand and left with the new guy, begging that you were not doing anything dumb. 

The car ride was awkward. The sound of the exhaust pipe dragging against the pavement was the only thing you heard during the whole ride; the radio was not working, and Mace was too focused on driving to even say a word. As he drove, you started to notice how the streets were getting darker, and before you realized, you were in the middle of the worst part of King's Landing; just a few blocks away from Flea Bottom. You had been warned about that place since you moved to the capital, and yet there you were; sitting in a car with a stranger in the middle of the most dangerous zone of the city.��

When he parked outside his house, the urge of running away came over you. You thought about how stupid your decision had been, getting in the car of someone you barely knew, only because you were trying to prove to yourself that you can do this. It was dumb, completely irresponsible, and still you willingly entered his house, ignoring all the signs that were screaming at you to escape.  

He closed the door behind him as soon as you both were inside. The house was messy, small, and there was an unpleasant smell in the room. You took a look around and saw some papers on the center table and an ashtray filled with ashes.

"So, uh… do you want to eat something or-" 

His lips silenced you in a kiss that was too wet for your taste. It took you by surprise, but something deep inside of you made you feel thankful for it. You certainly knew that you would have punched him in the face if he would have taken too long to kiss you. He just did it, and it barely gave you time to react before he pressed your body against the wall, and his hands grabbed your waist.

Your mind shut off, trying to enjoy his brutish touch. His tongue was trying to get inside your mouth and you allowed him to as he removed the loose white cardigan you wore on top of that tight green dress. Your hands went to his hair, tangling your shaky fingers with his locks. You were deadly nervous, but you were trying your best to not look like it.

"Gods, you're so hot," he whispered in your ear before going to your neck and collar bones, kissing and nibbling the soft skin with an obvious lack of care. He was moaning against your throat, his hands contouring your shape as you tried to enjoy it. But no matter how eagerly you tried to convince yourself; this was not pleasant for you at all. “I’ve been waiting for this since you came to me”. 

His hands went to your thighs and he lifted you up, you yelped as a response, not expecting such an action. He took you to the couch where he sat with you on top of his lap. His touch was all over your body and you felt like everything was happening too fast. You were expecting to arrive in his house, drink a few beers and then start a steamy make out session. Instead, Mace decided to skip all these steps and go straight to the point. Soon, grabbed your hips and started to make your body move on top of him as he started to kiss your neck once again.

But just when he started to lift your dress, you decided that it was too much. 

"W-wait…" you mumbled, panting already. Mace hummed as he kept kissing your neck, "wait, uh… can we- can we stop for a minute."

"Why?" He questioned, pulling back and looking down at you with confused eyes. 

"I- uh, I need to go to the- uh, to the bathroom," you lied, desperately looking for an excuse to take a break from the overwhelming feeling on your chest. "I just need a minute…" 

Mace sighed, but he stepped back. His hands went to his hair as he pointed at the stairs, indicating where the bathroom was. You politely nodded and picked up your bag, which had fallen onto the floor, before going upstairs. Your hands were shaking and your legs felt numb. 

You fool, you thought, look where you put yourself into. 

You lock yourself in the bathroom, leaning your back against the door as you sighed and closed your eyes. You felt trapped in that place, no way out of the situation you put yourself into. You remembered Jace's expression, how concerned he was about you; that only made you feel even more dumb. How could you not see how bad your decision was? 

You grabbed your phone from the pocket of your cardigan and quickly searched the number of Jace in it. You could call him and ask to pick you up, pull out the 'I have an emergency at home' card to Mace, just leave with your friend and never talk about this again. It was a good plan… so you did it. 

As you put your phone against your ear and started to hear the beeps, waiting for him to pick up, you started to hear a song in the distance. It was too low, but you still were able to perceive the melody of a known song that reached your ear, 'kiss me thru the phone'. The voice Soulja Boy was heard at the other side of the window and you get close to take a look, that ringtone being a little too familiar for it to be a coincidence. 

You looked down and your mouth dropped open when you saw Jace and Aemond hiding behind a tree as they spied towards Mace's house. Your eyes widened as you managed to watch how Jace's phone fell on the pavement while Aemond seemed to be scolding him. You immediately left the room and ran down the stairs, almost fuming. 

"My earring is missing, I'm gonna see if it's outside," you said to Mace, who was shirtless sitting on his couch. 

"Oh- you want me to help-" 

"No need," you interrupted him, walking out of the house and closing the door behind you. 

You walked furiously towards the three and when the guys saw you standing there, they panicked. Though it was a bit too late for them to run away. "What in the seven hells are you dumbasses doing here?!" You yelled in a whisper, your cheeks red with embarrassment. "Have you gone mad?!" 

"You really expect us to let you go by yourself with a complete stranger?" Jacaerys replied, "we have sisters, for gods' sake!" 

"And thank the Gods we came," Aemond muttered in the low, looking around the outsides of the house with a discontent look on his face, "look how terrible this neighborhood is, I saw some youths doing crack on an alley on our way here!”

“We’re gonna stay here until you finish your… your business.” Jace claimed, Aemond nodded in agreement. You could only manage to roll your eyes.

“Don't try to deny the fact that you wanted to leave." Aemond pointed out. "You called Jace."

"You had no right in coming here, I-" 

"We're visionaries, girl," Aemond interrupted you, "we told you we didn't like him!" 

"Aegon said he was fine," you explained. 

"And you trusted Aegon?" Jace asked. "Why would you do such a stupid thing?" 

"Don't talk about him like that," you scolded him. A serious look on your face. 

"Why would you follow his advice in the first place?" Aemond questioned, raising his eyebrow. 

"Because he's my friend too."

"Oh, honey, no.” Aemond chuckled. “Aegon doesn't have friends." 

There was a silence after his words, where you were staring at them as if you were trying to find a reason behind their stupid actions. After a few seconds, Aemond spoke again. 

"Listen, we know how dangerous it is for you girls out there," he explained, "and you decided to go to a stranger's house at night. We were worried about you."

"If you want us to leave, that's what we'll do," Jace started, "but if you want to come with us, we'll take you back to home. It's your decision."

"Just know that you are like our hāedar now, we will always take care of you," Aemond finished. 

A tender look crossed your eyes as you stared at them, unable to remain angry. You took a deep sigh as you softly nodded, accepting that what they said was actually true. It was a relief to know that they were there for you, acting as brothers, and saving you for what could have been the worst night of your life. 

"Let's go home," you muttered. 

"You won't say goodbye to your friend there?" Aemond pointed at the house behind your back, where you were certain there was a guy waiting for you on the couch. 

You bit your lip as you checked your bag, and you realized you had all of your stuff there. "No, just get me out of here, I can't do this anymore."

Jace offered you his arm and you took it, starting to walk with them towards Aemond's car, which was parked a few blocks away, for he did not want you to notice they had been following you around. The streets were dark and there was no noise in them besides the one your high heels made with each step you took. Your legs freezing with the cold wind as you huddle against Jace’s arm. 

The night was rather peaceful… until you heard Aemond gasp.

"Oh, no…” He started, “oh, no, no, fuck! FUCK!" 

Your attention quickly went to the Jaguar parked in the side of the street; rocks were holding it up, for his wheels had been stolen. Aemond panicked as he turned around to look at Jace and you, both too distraught to even react. You were able to see the despair in your friend’s eye as he walked around his car, whining and sighing, almost losing his mind.

“Those crack addict youths!” He yelled as he brushed his face with his hands. “For fuck’s sake, I just changed the fucking wheels!”

“Oh, Gods,” Jace sighed, “he lost his mind.”

Aemond stood in the middle of the street walking from one side to the other. His breathing fast and unsteady as a proof of his anger which grew even more when he noticed that there was an obscene drawing sprayed in the trunk. 

You turned to look at Jace, ignoring the insults that Aemond threw at the gods, and you softly said, “shall we call Aegon?” 

The brown haired boy nodded half-heartedly, not too charmed by the idea but accepting it after he realized there was no other option left besides that one. He took his phone from his pocket and dialed Aegon, who picked up after three calls. You heard Jace speaking to him, and almost begging him to do this favor; you were able to hear most of his excuses, but he finally ended up accepting. 

Twenty minutes later you were sitting in a bus stop, your head on Jace’s shoulder as you both saw Aemond being seated inside his car with his forehead against the steering wheel, he had not been moving for five minutes; as if he was grieving his car. You both decided to let him be, too tired already to do something about it. 

When Aegon arrived, he immediately noticed his brother’s car condition and he chuckled with a mocking tone. You stood up and quickly went into the passenger seat, turning on the heater as quickly as you could. 

“Guess Vhagar lost her legs,” Aegon said when he saw Aemond getting down from the vehicle and Jace talking to him about something you could not decipher. 

“He named his car?” You asked surprised. Aegon turned to look at you and nodded with a smirk. 

“Yep, he did.” He laughed.

“Hey, I’m sorry that you have to come all the way here, I know you were probably busy working but-”

“Nah,” he shrugged, “It’s okay. My boss wasn’t there tonight and my coworker covered my ass.”

“Do you mean your friend?” You teased him.

“Shut it,” he quickly said. “How was it?” He questioned, changing the subject and looking at your freezing frame from head to toe, as if he was looking for a sign in you. “Was it good?”

“Nothing happened,” you replied to him, looking at how Jace was trying to convince Aemond to go into the car. “I chickened out.”

“Well, you can try next week,” he simply said, shrugging. “There’ll be more men willing to bang you if you give them the chance.”

You shook your head, “I can’t do it.”

“What you mean? You just need to open your legs, the dude does all the work-”

“Jar,” you interrupted him. He rolled his eyes and gave you a gold coin from his pocket. You remind yourself to put that coin into Aegon's Douchebag Jar once you get home. “I wasn’t talking about that…” You continued.

“Then what is it that you can’t do?”

“I can’t be a whore,” you softly said, as if you were afraid to disappoint him. “Is not in my nature anymore. I want the romantic stuff, you know? Flowers, dates, chocolates, and all that crap. Not just meaningless sex.”

You looked at your hands while your fingers played with each other. A silence was formed but it was soon interrupted by Aegon’s sigh. You thought it was a judgemental gesture, which made you feel your face warm as your cheek flushed. But then, he spoke again,

“The whorish lifestyle isn’t for everyone,” he explained, “but at least you tried and for that I’m proud of you.”

The way you quickly turned to look at him almost made your neck hurt. His words were completely unexpected, but they –somehow– made you feel better about yourself. The soft smile that appeared on your face was impossible to hold back. You nodded subtly as Aegon looked back at you with his lips pressed in what seemed to be an awkward smile.

“At least I tried,” you repeated.

The back doors of the car suddenly were opened, interrupting the moment. Jace and Aemond entered the vehicle in silence and soon Aegon started to drive away from the dangerous streets.

“Vhagar’s legs are gonna be in amazon tomorrow,” Aegon teased. You couldn’t help but let out a breathy chuckle.

“Shut up,” Aemond grunted. 

The soft music from the radio was all you were able to hear as your eyes discreetly went to Aegon’s profile. You saw his nose, his plump, rosy lips, and his chubby cheeks that made him look adorable even when he seemed grumpy. You stared at him for a bit longer than you expected, and as soon as you realized it, you looked back at the front of the road. 

A sigh left your lips while, once again, you felt your cheeks being victims of a rouge blush.

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Heyyy!!! You don’t have to complete this request right away. I just wanted to give you the idea! You can take your time making this. I just couldn’t get this idea out of my head lol. But could I request a spider noir x reader where the reader takes their daughter and peni to go gift shopping for noir (like maybe for Father’s Day or his bday or smth) and when they pick out a gift for noir and hide it, peni and the reader’s daughter almost spoil the surprise because they keep talking about how excited they are to give it to him. Once again you don’t have to complete this Req right away! This was just a cute little idea I had.

HELLOOOOO <333 dw about it !! i honestly really love this idea /eats it up I HOPE YOU LIKE THISSSS 🫶🫶🫶

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

"now, when he gets home, no one say a thing, okay?" you reminded the girls with a smile as you hung up the 'happy birthday' banner across the walls. peni nodded, and your daughter giggled in response. "daddy's birthday!" she babbled over and over, with peni putting the birthday hat on her as she giggled.

peni played with your daughter for a little to entertain her as you readied everything else for his party, you wanted everything to be perfect, for you knew your husband deserved the best. you hoped he would like what you three had prepared for him, even if it was quite simple. "sure hope he likes it..." you muttered to yourself as you hid the gift you three bought for him away behind a box for peter to find.

peni smiled as she placed a hand on your shoulder, with her carrying your daughter in her other arm. "of course he will, mx. parker. he'd be so happy to see all this effort being put out for him, i'm sure he'd enjoy it." she said with a reassuring grin. your daughter kept beaming about the decorations, saying how pretty they looked and how she wants some cake. you and peni chuckled at how eager your daughter was to celebrate peter's birthday.

you reminded them yet again not to spoil where his gift was, and peni responded with a lip zipping gesture, with your daughter copying her but ending up sucking on her thumb. you smiled as you opened the door to see peter coming out of his car and heading up into the house, a smile curling on his face as he saw his three favorite girls in the whole wide multiverse.

"say, what are you three up to?" he asked with a slight chuckle as he set his hat away, with you taking his coat from him. "oh, nothing, just... we just wanted to greet you when you got home, is that so bad, mr. parker?" you teased him as you gave his cheek a peck. even after being married for nearly four years, peter always freezes up when you kiss him anywhere.

"yeah, peter, we just missed you, is all." peni backed you up with a slight wink at you, which you winked back at as you went to the kitchen to bring out his birthday cake and light the candle. your daughter babbled and squealed as peni handed her to peter, being thoroughly distracted by his darling girls. you soon came out not long after with a homemade cake you three made for him while he was gone. "happy birthday, peter!" you and peni exclaimed as your daughter babbled, "birthday daddy!" and hugged her father, with peni following her.

peter chuckled and smiled wider and wider at how his little family took all this effort to surprise him. he honestly couldn't contain his happiness in that moment, he kept asking you three what this was all for, and you all kept reminding him it was for him--it was his birthday, after all! he thanked you three and after he made his birthday wish, he had peni and your daughter blow out the candles. "that way my wish will go to them." he remarked as he ruffled up their hair and gave them both forehead kisses.

as you four were eating, your daughter tugged at peter's sleeve, with icing all over her mouth. "hmm? what is it, darling?" he asked her as she pointed over to the box you hid his gift at, with her tugging at peter's sleeve harder, given her powers, she nearly made peter lose balance at her strength. he chuckled and followed her, while you and peni were none the wiser, thinking you two would surprise peter and stump him as he searched for the gift you three got him.

but surprise no longer it was when peter exclaimed in delight, with his daughter squealing along with him. "a 4 by 4 rubicks cube?" he exclaimed happily, with you and peni nearly choking on your food, knowing that was the very gift you three were going to surprise him with. he looked back at you two happily, his daughter matching his delight with their identical smiles. he carried her and rushed over to you two and expressed his happiness at your small gift for him. "and here i was thinking my birthday couldn't possibly get any better... thank you, you three..." he murmured as he kissed you both on the tops of your heads.

you chuckled as peni crossed her arms over her chest and faked being mad at her adoptive sister for spoiling the surprise. "you pinky promised you wouldn't spoil!" she said with a small laugh as your daughter babbled and giggled. you chuckled. "we were going to have you look all over for it, actually. but seeing you this happy... it's way more worth it, love." you said as he leaned over to share a heartfelt kiss, with peni covering your daughters eyes and joking about you two getting a room.

peter lightly laughed as you two pulled away and gazed into each other's eyes for a moment. "you know what, that's a good idea peni. i'd love to spend the night with your loving parent figure for a little while, you girls don't mind, do you?" he asked them, to which peni nodded and took your daughter off to her room to play, leaving you two alone. "happy birthday, peter." you whispered to him as he leaned in to kiss you again. "happy birthday to me, indeed."

a/n: I LOVE THIS FOUND FAMILY SO DAMN MUCH??????? 🫀🫀🫀🫀🫀

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[nichoskittycorner]

Country Living (Cow hybrid!Eujioo smut)

>> In a quiet rural village out in the countryside, you enjoyed your peaceful life with your recently adopted cow hybrid, Euijoo. A sweet, innocent bean who could do no wrong and loved the soft things in life. Until his body starts making him learn just the extent of what he is capable of-

>> cow hybrid!Euijoo, sub!Euijoo, bondage/ tying up, oral/hand jobs, penetrative sex, overstimulation, cum collection, somno, multiple orgasms, creampie, "dick milking", lactation, he got a dick piercing, fluff to smut, humping, breeding kink, once again if I forgot anything please just tell me-

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: So this turned into more than I thought and yet I still have more ideas but cow!Euijoo is my darling and I just may write more for him I seriously love him- Also huge thanks to Gremlin anon for making this super cute banner based on the farm hybrid quartet ( More on them all later)

   Living in the busy city was all you had ever known. The sound of the streets, the smell of cars and people, the never-ending energy in the air. 

  It could be overwhelming to those not used to it or who just aren't built for the lifestyle. And since you were born into it, you were sure it would be all you ever knew. That was until your plans changed drastically in one night.  

  After a tiring work week, you and some friends decided to head out to the club to celebrate. Everything was going smoothly as you guys drank and danced to your heart's content. 

   Exhausted from the never-calming dance floor, you slipped away to relax at the bar for a bit. There you came across an almost shell-shocked-looking man. 

  Well not just man, he was a hybrid. All you could make out were his fluffy ears and horns sticking out from his fluffier hair. He was hunched over, his tail held tightly in his grip as his other hand shakily held a drink. 

  He looked scared and the drink was doing nothing to calm him down. As you got closer, you noticed his large eyes staring unmoving into the counter. You don't know what pulled you to sit next to him but you did. 

  Maybe it was the alcohol that made you a little brave but you rested a hand on his shoulder. He jumped, a strange sound leaving his body as he looked up at you.

  Oh wow, he was just adorable! His large eyes coupled with rosy cheeks, perfectly soft and smooth lips, and a button-like nose. 

  Giving him a reassuring smile, you leaned in close so he could hear you over the loud music. "Hey, are you okay?!" 

  He looked around before shrugging, avoiding your eyes the whole time. "Do you… want to get out of here?" 

  The cute stranger's eyes lit up. His ears wiggled slightly at the suggestion before an even louder song started playing, making him cover his ears. That was all you needed to see before taking him by the arm and dragging him out back. 

  Pushing past sweaty and drunk bodies, couples doing what couples do, and those who would rather be home. You brought him to the quiet back alley behind the club. 

  He wasted no time in leaning against the wall, his body slumped against the brick surface and slid down as his legs could no longer carry him. His tail drooped as he caught his breath. 

  You sat next to him and started to pat his head. Running your fingers through his soft curly hair to calm him down. And it seemed to work better than you thought. His head falls into your lap in no time, his tail swinging in content.

   After some time, the stranger spoke. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get into your space." He sat up, rubbing his neck and he burned red. 

  "Hey don't worry about it. You clearly were uncomfortable inside… And your hair is soft so I liked it too." 

  Soon you both fell into casual small talk. You exchanged names and numbers as time passed. You learned his name was Euijoo and he was a cow hybrid. He originally was from the countryside but he ended up moving to the city as a kid since the adoption agency he was with changed locations.

 Since he was never adopted, he had to support himself. Meaning getting a job in the city which he hated. Working in a factory and living in a small apartment. He hated how loud and smelly the city was. He hated the factory and its long droning hours. He hated how crowded and suffocating every corner of this place felt. 

  Even though you were a city girl, you were determined to help him. And it wasn't just the alcohol talking as once you sobered up, your resolve didn't fade. 

  The two of you got close over time, you picked up extra hours at work, made arrangements and before you knew it - you officially adopted him and moved out together. 

  Heading to your new home in the countryside together. It was quite a drastic change. Your entire life flipped on its head all because of a conversation at a club. But you and Euijoo had come to be super close and you loved him. 

  So of course uprooting your whole life for him wasn't a crazy idea. Especially when you got to your new home and saw how he just lit up. 

  His face beamed with joy as he ran around, his tail swinging erratically to express what his mouth couldn't. Running up and down the field to your home and even rolling around in the grass. 

  It wasn't perfect yet but it was a start to what you envisioned. This life would be so different from what you were used to. The first night was so quiet you couldn't even sleep. 

  Euijoo noticing your stress, took you outside and you both lay in the grass together to look at the stars. And you were glad he did. The breathtaking view would be something you never forget. 

  No longer did the night sky look like a dark blanket, but was decorated with the countless stars that hung in the sky. It was like a new world had been opened up to you. 

   Memorized by the view, you both decided to stay out and look at the stars until you fell asleep. Thankfully Euijoo brought you back to bed so you weren't covered in bugs waking up. 

  From there you had to learn the heavy ins and outs of rural life. Working on a local farm for pay, chopping firewood for cold nights, paying bills the long way, cooking most meals. 

  Thankfully Euijoo was there to help every step of the way. However, things like building a fence and barn house could be left up to contractors. Euijoo was happy regardless. 

  He spent most of his days glued to your side. But he occasionally found himself in the barn house when he was having more "cow-y" days as he put it. You weren't quite sure what it meant but if he was okay then so were you. 

  After you both fell into a routine, things started to relax a bit. You knew the route to the village, you could start a fire on your own, and just everything in between. 

  One day, you woke up bright and early and needed to get some produce from the market. Euijoo was still fast asleep so you didn't want to bother him. 

  So taking your basket and heading out on your bike, you went into town. The morning air was crisp and refreshing as you peddled along. Taking in the open fields and beautiful scenery as you made it into town. 

   It felt odd not having Euijoo by your side. His large frame pressed up against your body, holding hands with you or wrapping his tail around your waist. Maybe both at once. 

  You never realized how clingy he was until he wasn't here with you. Not that you hated it, he was so warm and cuddly. He made you feel safer without realizing it. Before you knew it, you arrived at the market and started your early shopping.

   As you were daydreaming about your soft cow friend, the quiet morning was shattered. A loud wail echoed throughout the air- also mixed with a 'moo-like' sound. 

  People were trying to calm the situation but it didn't seem to help. Normally you would stay away from commotion but you couldn't help your curiosity. 

 Turning up to the scene, you felt your heart drop. Euijoo was a mess- disheveled, with tear-filled eyes, and thrashing around violently all while he was tied down by the villagers trying to stop his rampage. 

  Only then do you notice some destroyed stalls and people bruised up. Had he, done all this? 

  Dropping the basket in your arms you ran to his side and cradled him in her arms. Tears ready to burst from you as well. "Juju?! What happened?!" 

   A group of villagers tried to explain that he just came through on a rampage. Freaking out, destroying things, and even accidentally causing injuries. 

 You were barely listening as you were more worried about Euijoo. Freeing him from his binds so he could hug you properly. 

  Everything else was a blur after that. All you know is that you went home after apologizing and cuddled up with him. Saying sorry to Euijoo for disappearing and making him panic. 

  Over the next few days, you stuck by his side. Never letting him go and apologizing nonstop. Any little second you were gone, he freaked out. It ate away at you that you didn't have any idea how to help. 

  Over that time, one of your neighbors gave you a gift. A collar with a bell on it. At first, you were confused but Euijoo seemed elated. Asking for your help to put it on before ringing it. Turns out, it would help him with remaining calmer and the bell would help locate him if he ever needed you. 

  Of course, you would have to customize it a bit to make it more for you both but if he was happy, so were you. Especially when you would hear that happy little bell in the distance running up to see you. 

   At first, the sound would spook you when you'd hear a random bell in the distance but you relaxed upon acknowledging that it was just your sweet Juju. And how could you not hug him and ruffle his hair, watching his tail wag ecstatically? 

   The two of you lived a sweet and quiet life together. The seasons came and went and you were always happy to have your sweet cow friend by your side the whole time. 

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   Euijoo was nothing short of the word innocent. The type to roll around in the hay bales and play with butterflies rather than get his dick wet type. Especially for his age, it was almost amusing. 

  You assumed maybe it was because he never went into a mating cycle or possibly couldn't due to his city living but that sounded unlikely. He was just a late bloomer. 

  The only somewhat possibly scandalous thing he does is suck on your fingers. But it wasn't in a horny way. He did it mostly when scared or trying to wake you without being direct.

  Mostly because sometimes he would just do it because. When you would cuddle together, if your hand was unoccupied or bored, he'd plop himself into your space, take your hand, and place your fingers in his mouth.

  Never biting, just sucking. Leaving your fingers a little sore and covered in his spit. Luckily he was kind enough to always clean up that mess. 

  But as you were mostly asleep after an exhausting day, you felt Euijoo take his place next to you on the bed. The mattress sank slightly with his weight as he took your hand into his mouth. 

  Usually, he was quiet, sucking in silence or making minimal noise. Unlike now where he was moaning lowly and panting. His tongue moved around your digits with a desperation you couldn't understand in your sleep-clouded mind. You were too tired to question him, just allowing him to do as he pleased. 

  His long legs wrapped around your thigh, pressing his hips into your squishy flesh, and started to grind down. Just what was he doing? 

  Little did you know just how bothered your sweet Juju was. Having spent all day suddenly too hot to handle. His body was burning up and he didn't know what to do. At first, he was sure he just needed water or an ice bath. 

  All those failed. Using a fan, ice cream, even going for a swim. After that aforementioned swim, he finally felt just how strained in his pants he had been when trying to put them back on. So much so that it hurt him. 

  Instead choosing to settle on wearing a large shirt that fell past his knees and nothing else for the day. It hid his bulging dick well but that's also probably because he spent all day in the barn to avoid bothering you. 

  But as night fell and he was still struggling, he had to see you. You always had all the answers to help him! 

  He was disheartened to see that you were asleep and not responding when he whispered for you. Going to his go-to comfort when you couldn't give him attention and started sucking on your hand. 

   And even if it was just the slightest bit, he finally felt some relief. An unconscious moan rumbled through him as his eyes fluttered closed. His legs moved and ended up holding your leg down.

   Grinding his hips against you and gaining only more relief the faster he moved. Tears of relief started to run down his face. 

  But this wasn't enough. He needed more. He liked what he was feeling but some part of him knew there was more. 

  It was like his mind had shut off and his body just acted. Sitting back up and letting your hand fall out of his mouth. Large shaky hands pushed up your nightgown to expose your bare chest and soft nighttime panties. 

  Euijoo was both shocked and intrigued, unable to look away. A hand reaching up to squeeze one of your soft breasts, amused by the shock it sent him. 

  They were like pillows! And seeing your sleepy body arch up into his grip, only encouraged him to play with them more. Burying his face into them and snuggling in comfortably. 

  A mix of a moo and a whimper fell from his lips as he basked in the sensation. Opening his eyes to realize the bud of your nipple was standing firm. His curiosity led him to poke it, before massaging it in between his fingers. 

  The effect from his touch earlier seemed to double as you started to let out moans the more he did it. At that moment he realized, that he liked those sounds you were making. 

  So much so that he was reminded of his throbbing dick and whimpered. His hips started to move, unknowingly grinding against your covered cunt. 

  The small wet spot on your panties grew as your hips bucked up. How you hadn't woken up or said anything yet confused him. 

  Although he didn't dwell on it for long. Now getting lost in the scent of your arousal, his eyes moved down to your panties. There- that's where he knows he'll get his relief. 

   His hands were still unstable as they pulled your delicate panties away and tossed them aside. Fully exposing your wet pussy to him. 

  Mouth watering, eyes dilated and his ever-hardening dick practically drowned him. Finally, he pushed up aside his shirt to expose his dick. 

  He never thought much about his dick. Just that he had it and a long time ago he got it pierced over a stupid night out trying to blend in with some coworkers and make friends. That and sometimes it hurt, sometimes it was sticky and to not get hit in that spot.

 He didn't ever think it would be the driving force to this spiral or this pain. But he was stuck wanting it to feel… not like this. So shaking the thought from his head, he ever so gently let the tip touch your core. 

  The heat and wetness nearly had him fall back in surprise but he pushed forward. Making contact with your clit before sliding back down through your soaking folds. 

  And he repeated this process, pumping his hips up and down gaining speed and strength to chase his high. Coating his cock in a layer of your wetness as he went. 

  His hands held you down by your hips as his legs started to shake. He was so close he just knew it! His head spinning as the world around him muffled out. All he wanted was to finally get that relief. 

  So muffled were his thoughts that he didn't realize how loud his groans of pleasure had become, how harsh he was thrusting, nor the sound of his bell ringing out. 

  In it all, you finally woke up fully. Confused and dismayed by the sight of your sweet Juju making a mess of you both. "Juju? What are you doing? Stop it!" 

  But you should've been able to tell it wouldn't work, even as you grabbed his wrists to get his attention, he didn't respond. Especially not when his hips started to stutter. 

  "Y/n… hmm, wanna feel good, please-" His eyes remained closed as his head fell back. Whimpering and sputtering nonsense as his cum shot out, covering your stomach, and your folds in his seed.

  Huffing and smiling as his tail wagged in content. Finally, he felt good. He didn't hurt like before. Well not as badly as before. His dick was still hard but that was a start. 

   Only when you gripped down harder into his wrist and called his name did he finally realize you were awake. "Juju! What have you done?" 

  Meeting your eyes, he suddenly felt guilty. Your face confused, upset, and distraught. "I… I'm sorry Y/n- I dont know what happened…"  His body burned with embarrassment as he let go of you and scooted back. 

  You sat up and sighed. Clearly, he was feeling guilty but you weren't mad. Just confused about how you ended up in this situation. Without much thought, you ran your fingers into his hair and pet him. 

  His tense shoulders relaxed and his head leaned into your touch. "M'sorry… I just, it hurt a lot and I don't know what happened." Pulling up the shirt to reveal his still-hard cock. 

  If he wasn't your sweet Juju, you know you'd be mad about this. But he really must have just been confused and desperate to do this. 

  You sat up a little straighter and stretched before standing to your feet. "Stay here Juju. You clearly want help but you don't know what to do, huh?" 

  He nodded, his ears flopping so innocently as he did. You placed a kiss on his cheek before pushing his messy hair back so you could look into his eyes. "I'll help you Juju. But since you did something naughty, I'll have to punish you too. But you'll feel very very good." His tail wagged as he nodded. 

  "Good. I'll teach you what a safe word is first and foremost." 

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   You didn't know what led you to think of your masterplan but you quickly put it into motion. Heading out to the barn and grabbing some ropes and a bucket before heading back in. 

  As you explained what a safe word was, you removed his shirt, tied his wrists together, and connected it to the headboard before tying his ankles to the bed posts, leaving him spread open. 

  "There. Now since you want help so badly to the point you won't ask, I'll have you help me with something. Let's see if you can fill up this little ol bucket here-" 

  Euijoo gasped and squirmed. There was no way he would be able to pull it off. "W-wait how?!" 

  "You can do it sweet boy, you're a cow aren't you?" Your hand trailed up and down his body slowly, nails dragging along his skin and causing goosebumps. 

  He nodded weakly. "Good boy." Your lips placed soft kisses along his neck. Biting down slightly as your kisses got bolder. Licking his sensitive skin as a free hand played into his hair. 

  Grazing against one of his horns and making his jump. Somehow this is something you have yet to really try. His horns were always sensitive so you avoided touching them. 

  Well, this was a time for exploration- You ran your fingers along his smooth ivory horn before gripping it more firmly. Moving your hand along the length as his jerking him off. 

  And it must've felt that way too with how much he was moaning and thrashing the longer you continued. His hips jerked and twisted as he begged for contact. 

  "Ah, that must feel good, doesn't it, my sweet boy?" Euijoo nodded as his face burned. Removing your hand from his horn and going to his already leaking cock, you moved the bucket closer. He was obviously close. 

  Running your finger along his slit, coating it in his precum, and playing with the silver barbells of his piercing. The contact practically sent him over the edge as he whimpered and came again. 

  But you were prepared, aiming his cock towards the bucket and collecting the white liquid that shot out. "Hm, impressive Juju. Are you able to continue?" 

  Although he was breathing heavily, he nodded. You smiled before adjusting the ropes, setting him on his knees but with his hands still constrained. 

  You couldn't help but admire him like this. His face was so cute and soft, eyes needy and pleading for you. But his body, bound and shivering, was ready for your touch in the most intimate ways. 

   Straddling his lap you moved the top of your nightgown down, exposing your chest to him. "You like these right? You seemed pretty curious about my breasts earlier." 

  He blinked rapidly as his eyes flashed between your breasts and your eyes. It was clear he wanted to touch but couldn't with bound hands.

   You didn't want to make your sweet Juju wait. Especially as his eyes seemed so focused even after having two orgasms. Pushing your chest forward, and pulling his head down, you smothered him in your breasts. 

  His tongue hung out of his mouth lazily and licked and sucked on your skin as you gripped his cock. Pumping it slowly as you pushed further into him. Now it was you rubbing your wet cunt against his length and enjoying every second of it. A shiver wanting to come out anytime the cool metal of his piercing made contact with your hot core. 

  You wanted to slip him inside of you and just fuck him until you were both stupid. But you had to take your time with it. Because once he came inside and filled you, this whole 'punishment' would end. 

  So you would resist your urge and continue to stroke him. In a way, it was kinda cute watching his hips buck into your smaller hand just to get some contact. And when his dick started to leak again, you replaced your hand with your mouth. 

  Taking him in full until your nose touches his waist. Swirling your tongue around and gagging slightly when the metal piercing hit the back of your throat. But you would persist. 

  Bobbing your head up and down on his length with expert technique. Clenching your throat and hallowing out your cheeks to increase his pleasure. It seemed to be going according to plan as his hips jerked up and fucked your face. 

  Spit starting to cover your cheeks and your jaw cramped. You were thinking of maybe pulling off soon but he stopped you. His tail wrapping around your throat and holding you down. 

  Was this a cheeky attempt to keep you still or maybe his brain starting to cloud up from his pleasure? Your thoughts were interrupted as his tail squeezed down, making it harder to breathe but even you were enjoying this. 

   Your hand snaked down your body, landing on your wet folds, and started to rub circles on your clit and dipped into your folds. Covering your fingers in your juices as you dipped a finger inside. 

  "Hmm, Y/n– smells so good-" Oh you forgot he could smell that… and it only made you more wet. The thought that even your scent was tempting him and making him unravel urged you to continue. 

   Moving your fingers faster and moaning around his cock, the salty taste getting stronger. It would've been so easy to give in. Just stay and taste him. Give you just what you wanted. But again, you pulled away and jerked him until he came, adding more to the collection. 

   And so this process continued, you played with him and made him cum over and over again. Filling up the bucket and practically milking him dry. And just when you thought he'd start shooting blanks, still his seed would flow. 

  You both probably lost count of how many times he came by now. His body just shaking as he cried and pleaded for it to stop. That he had no more in him and that he ached. 

  " Y/n it hurts…no more-" 

  "Are you using the safe word?" 

  And every time he would go silent and shake his head. Sure he was being punished but you wanted your sweet boy to know he was still safe and could stop it at any time. 

  But alas, he would just moan and ask for your fingers so he could suck on them again and continue. And to your surprise, he eventually did it. Filling up the bucket with his cum. This was both impressive and turned you on. 

  You praised him and kissed him all over his face. "Good boy Juju! You did it, which means now, you get a reward. Do you think you have one more in you?" 

  He nodded weakly as you untied him. Kissing his wrists and massaging them. He rested his head on your shoulder to cuddle you. "Don't get too comfy yet Juju." A chuckle left you as your finger stroked his cheek. 

   His tongue poked out and licked the finger touching him. He was clearly so fucked out he could barely think. His fluffy ears wiggled in contentment. 

  You couldn't have predicted he would be hit with a sudden second wind- grabbing you by the wrist and pinning you on the bed. The sudden change knocking the wind out of your lungs. 

  He wasted no time tearing off your nightgown and attaching his lips to yours. Taking you in an unexpected but heavy kiss. Grinding himself against your core. He moaned into your mouth, using his tongue to push into your mouth. 

  Wet, warm, and an unknown sweet taste heavy on his tongue. And you indulged in every second of it. His tongue explored your mouth with expert movements like it was his own hand. Drool running down your chin the more intense the kiss became. 

  That is until a large hand gripped down on your breast, causing you to gasp in surprise. His other hand presses you down by your hip to hold you still. 

   His mouth reconnects with your breast, sucking on your nipple and massaging the other. "Mhh, wonder if you can make milk, probably sweet and tasty~" 

   Your mind started spinning at the thought. How would that even happen?! And yet, the thought of having Euijoo latched onto your nipples and sucking on them like his lifeline unlocked something in you deep down. Something that made you quiver and wetter. 

  "But humans are different, need to make you a mommy first." His hips jerked against you, rubbing his shaft against your folds like before. 

  You didn't know if he was serious but it stopped being an issue. You wanted him, needed him to fill you up and get you pregnant. He continued to mutter such lewd promises against your breast.

   As far as you knew, he was a virgin, the type to know nothing of sex and it could explain why he hadn't just fucked you senseless yet. That or he was teasing on purpose as payback. 

  But he quickly proved you wrong when his hand on your hip moved down to his needy cock, lining himself up with your tight hole and pushing in. Filling you up in an instant. 

  Your hands grabbed his shoulders as he pushed his full length in. Your tight soaking folds hug his cock with a vice grip. He whimpered as he bottomed out, sighing in true relief as he remained still for a moment. 

  In this moment you tried to get a handle on your senses as he stretched you to your limit. Sure holding him in your hand and in your mouth was one thing but you never took the time to fathom just how girthy and big he actually was. You could've sworn you could feel him in your throat from here. 

  His strokes started out slow but he quickly abandoned that. He must've still been so sensitive from earlier as he already was thrusting hard and deep into your cunt, the bell around his neck ringing loudly with each movement. 

  Anytime you tried to speak it dissolved into moans and your tongue seemed to stop working. Especially when he learned the power of positions and pushed your legs further apart to fuck you deeper. 

  You were convinced he would’ve cum already but no, it was you that was shaking and pleading for more as you covered him in your arousal. 

  Perhaps it was the shock that had you break so quickly. He had flipped your expectations and now he was playing your body to his will. 

  Your hands shot out and held him by his horns, making him freeze for a second. He was both now, hornier than before and still so close to making a mess of your walls. But he had to continue. You felt too good to just stop. 

  And he was going to do well by his promise (or at least try). His hips snapped back into their pace of ruthless fucking. And it was driving you mad because he was somehow so cute and so hot right now. 

  Holding him close to you by the horns so your bodies were pressed together but he was still burying himself inside of you. You clenched around him without thinking. 

  "Y/n… hm so close. Gonna fill you up, promise…" Fuck he was too cute! He was ready to burst as he twitched inside of you. And he was only bringing you closer to your own orgasm as he played with your body. 

   "Juju, don't stop, please, fuck-" Your bodies tangled and melted together. Your legs wrapping around his hips to keep him buried inside you. One hand still massaging his horn and the other trailed down his down and started pinching at his nipple. 

  Whatever compelled you to do so, you were grateful because he nearly broke in an instant. Increasing his movements your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. Your body was overcome with pleasure as you clenched down on him again and cried out his name.

  Pulling him into a kiss- that little extra contact sending him over the edge as he covered your walls in his thick seed. Filling you up so much you knew it would spill out the moment he pulled out. 

  But Euijoo didn't stop shaking so quickly. His eyes shut tight as a warm liquid leaked down from his chest. At first, you were convinced it was drool or tears but no. It was white. 

   When he finally came down from his high, he collapsed onto your chest. Nestling his head into your neck as he caught his breath. A string of whimpers resounded into the quiet air. 

  "Juju… are you okay? What is this?" You were still curious about the liquid as you played with his hair. He muttered lowly as if only half listening. "It's milk…" 

  A blush spread across your face as he lazily held your hand and pushed it into your mouth, making you taste his milk off your fingers. 

  "Is it good Y/n? Do I taste good?" Euijoo smiled lazily as you nodded. His tail wrapped around your leg and he took your fingers into his mouth again getting ready to drift off to sleep. 

  "Wait, Juju you still need to pull out-?" 

  "Nope. I said I'd keep my promise. I'm making you a mommy." 

  Clearly satisfied with his statement, he closed his eyes, put your hand back in his mouth, and fell asleep. Leaving you to ponder how your sweet Juju even had this, all this, in him the whole time. 

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The Hills XIII (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON, blackmail, forced relationship, toxic relationship, underage drinking, 

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➥ Well, this is it! I thought I’d need 2 more chapters, but turns out I didn’t. I had so much fun with this series, and I was so happy with all of the positive reception! To many more Rafe fics in the future!

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summary: Unable to watch JJ look at someone else the way you wish he’d look at you, you start to distance yourself from the Pogues. In an effort to numb the pain, you make a drunken mistake, but nothing is coincidental, and you learn better than anyone that Rafe Cameron always gets what he wants.

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JJ liked you back.

Despite what had taken place after that reveal, you couldn’t focus on anything but that. Even now, you barely registered the feel of Rafe’s hand on your throat as he snorted small white lines off of your chest. JJ liked you back, and somehow you felt like the stupidest girl in the world.

The knowledge that all of this could have been avoided if you’d just talked to him was crippling. Still, you had been so sure about everything, but somehow, once you started talking about it out loud with him…you felt silly. There was this hollow feeling in your chest that didn’t even compare to the hurt you thought you’d felt before.

You liked JJ…and he liked you back…but you couldn’t be with him.

It seemed like one big cruel joke, but Rafe was the only one who was laughing. Even though he’d made it clear that he’d targeted you, you still couldn’t help but wonder if you’d be here if you’d just coped with things better that night. It seemed pointless to dwell on ‘what if’s’ but it couldn’t be helped. In this moment, you were more angry with yourself than with Rafe. Just then, the man in question pressed his lips to yours as he pulled you up into a sitting position by your neck.

He brushed his thumb under his nose, pupils blown when his eyes met yours. Your face was even, taut as it had been for days, and Rafe laughed at that. He’d been walking around with a smug grin ever since that night, eyes alight with mischief at your misfortune.

Your relationship, if it could even be called that, had regressed back to its early days where Rafe hurt you as much and took advantage of you as much as he pleased. The thought that his blackmailing of your mom was his way of giving you a choice was laughable, but in a way, it was true. If you had felt trapped before, it was nothing compared to how you felt now.

“Smile a little, huh?” he drawled, offering you some coke. “It’s a party.”

Said party was happening in a whole other room. Rafe had dragged you into someone’s guest room over 30 minutes ago, not quite in the mood to share the booger sugar, and you sadly realized that watching him get high was the better part of your week.

“A party that I don’t want to be at,” was your response, and Rafe smirked.

“Yeah, well, you still manage to smile when I make you do a lot of things you don’t want to do.”

His words had you frowning, anger stirring in your chest, and you looked away when he laughed. He leaned in to press his lips to your neck, and you tilted your head away before standing and wiping away any coke residue from your skin. You heard him heave a light sigh from behind you.

“That attitude of your is real cute, but you’re gonna have to drop it next week.”

His words had your frown deepening, and when you looked back at him he was leaning on his elbow.

“What’s so special about next week?” you dryly wondered.

Rafe didn’t answer right away. In fact, his whole demeanor seemed to change for a split second, smile falling and eyes hardening in a way that made your heart skip a beat. He reminded you of that night on Ward’s boat or those times when he was fighting JJ…and it scared you. It only lasted for a moment, that familiar mirth returning to his eyes, but it was enough to unnerve you, nonetheless.

“The family’s going on our annual summer trip…and you’re coming along.”

You scoffed at that, folding your arms over your chest, and a protest was on your lips before you remembered that you probably didn’t have a choice. Still, you wondered how Rafe was going to force you to go anywhere with them, and that was what you asked him.

“Come on, babe,” he started, reaching for your hand. “You’re telling me you don’t want to get away from Outer Banks for a few days? I bet you’ve never even left North Carolina.”

You pursed your lips at that, loathed to admit that he was right.

“I’ll drag you if I have to, you know, but even you can’t be so stubborn to turn your nose up at a vacation you could only dream of that you’re not even paying for.”

“Days secluded God knows where with just you and your family? That’s not exactly my idea of a vacation,” you snidely replied.

Rafe gave a light laugh at that.

“Well, it’s going to have to be because you’re crazy if you think I’m leaving you here.”

You clenched your jaw.

“…besides someone has to keep Sarah company aside from Wheezie, right…?”

Your eyes met his at that, and the reminder that Sarah would also be going relaxed you a bit. You rolled your eyes, too defeated to argue. The last one had escalated into something ugly, and you absentmindedly circled your wrist from when Rafe had held it too tight yesterday.

That’s what the past week or so consisted of. Fighting and fucking. Or rape, to be more accurate. Every attempt to leave only ended in Rafe pinning you down, and your body more sore than the day it was before. It was strange to be standing here and having a simple conversation with your tormentor, but this was currently your new normal.

Even now, you knew that if you attempted to make a run for it, Rafe would get his hands on you before you even made it to the door. By the glint in his eyes, he knew it too, and you swore that he was almost begging you to make this night more interesting for him. However, instead of giving him what he wanted, you simply looked away, ignoring the sound of his deep laugh in your ear.

You sighed at the sight of another missed call from JJ.

You felt guilty for ignoring his calls, for ignoring all of their calls, but it was too painful, right now. Everything was out and in the open, and it was hard to talk to them with the truth of your situation hanging over the conversation. You knew that it wouldn’t be like this forever, that one day you’d figure out how to get out of this mess and away from this crazy family.

But until then…

You recalled the sight of Rafe and JJ rolling around on the ground again. How many times had your best friend gotten hurt because of you and what you’d gotten him caught up in? Despite his lack of right to be, Rafe was a jealous man, and you didn’t want to give him another reason to hurt anyone. Like before, you erased the call history just as you heard Rafe call your name from upstairs.

With a roll of your eyes, you reluctantly crossed the house, passing Ward and Rose in the kitchen as you did. A second suitcase had joined his on the bed, and you glanced over the clothes, none of which you had bought, that were sprawled along the mattress.

“Pick what you’re taking,” he dismissively said, waving his hand about.

“You pick,” you argued. “You’re the one who wants to pretend like we’re one happy couple.”

Rafe cut his eyes to you, glancing over you with a sneer.

“If it were up to me, you’d walk around in nothing, but I don’t think Rose would be too happy about that.”

“God, you’re disgusting,” you spat, reaching for the least provocative thing you could find.

Rafe’s hand found your neck, thumb brushing over the skin.

“Lighten…up…”

His voice had lowered, softened some, and you swallowed.

“…you’re starting to ruin this vacation before it’s even started.”

“Then leave me here.”

You stared into each other’s eyes with straight faces, but yours eventually grew pleading.

“So I can come back to find you…what? Gone? Waiting for me with some scheme that’ll keep me away from you? I’m a lot of things, but I’m not stupid,” he slowly said.

“This is bullshit,” you spat, throwing the dress on the floor. “You think some useless family vacation to whatever fancy vacation house you have is going to make me forget what kind of position I’m in? It’s just supposed to distract me from the fact that you’ve tormented me beyond forgiveness and that my friendships with the people I love will never be the same?”

You scoffed.

“No, you’re not stupid, Rafe, but you’re definitely delusional.”

You watched him pick your dress up off the floor before placing it in your hand, holding it there with his own as he leaned in.

“…and so are you if you think that this little tantrum is going to end in anything other than your bag packed and you freshly showered and sleeping in my bed at the end of the night.”

He was right, of course. You knew he was right, and you swallowed. You would come up with something, you had to, but maybe until then, it would be easier to play nice. At least until you cane back. You were soon going to be surrounded by nothing but the Camerons for a few days, and Sarah was the only one who would be on your side.

So with a huff, you picked out what you liked, and true to his word, at the end of the night, you were freshly showered and curled up under his sheets. Rafe was on the phone with Kelce, and his voice became background noise as you decided on whether or not this trip would be heaven or hell.

Your expectations were already low when you got on the private plane days later, Rafe’s hand on your waist as Ward and Wheezie followed in behind you. It occurred to you then that you still didn’t quite comprehend the kind of wealth the Camerons’ possessed. Against what you wanted, you found yourself drifting away on the plane.

It was funny, really.

You hadn’t even bothered to ask where you were going.

When you woke up, you woke up in an unfamiliar room. That was to be expected, of course, but you hadn’t expected the air to feel so different here. You couldn’t hear anyone else, and you took the time to stand and look around. The room had an entire wall that was one huge window, and you blinked at the view. It was beautiful, you wouldn’t deny that, and you pursed your lips just as you faintly heard Wheezie’s voice.

“There she is,” Ward called when you finally found your way to the kitchen.

“Told you she’d be jetlagged,” Wheezie commented at Rafe, shrugging as your ‘boyfriend’ rolled his eyes.

It looked like Ward was making sandwiches, the sound of the knife sliding along the cutting board grating as he sliced tomatoes.

“How’d you sleep, babe?” Rafe quietly asked, pulling you closer.

Your gaze briefly met Ward’s, and you glanced away.

“Fine.”

Your reply was curt.

“Where are we?”

Wheezie snorted at that, typing away on her phone.

“Rafe, you jerk. You didn’t even tell her where we were going?”

“Now, now. He probably just wanted it to be a surprise, isn’t that right?”

Ward’s smile was convincing, and you wondered if Sarah even partially knew what her dad was really like.

“We’re in the Bahamas,” Rafe finally told you. “My dad’s had this place for years.”

Your brows briefly rose at that, and you cleared your throat.

“Sarah and Rose are coming tomorrow, right?”

“Of course, they are, sweetheart. You know Rose,” Ward commented. “She has to bring the whole world with her on every trip.”

You simply hummed, thinking to yourself that Sarah couldn’t get here fast enough. Rafe’s fingers kneaded into your side, holding you to him as he sat on the stool. You felt his lips on your shoulder and swallowed at that. It was barely the first day, and you already knew you couldn’t handle much more of this without her. Ward and Wheezie kept to themselves for the rest of the day for the most part, leaving you and Rafe to yourselves.

It felt strange to be walking along the beach with Rafe, hand in hand like you didn’t hate his guts. You surmised that he was keeping up appearances for his sister that was in the dark, but it still felt weird for him to be so sweet to you. As sweet as Rafe Cameron could be, you supposed. You didn’t know how to respond when he clasped the bracelet around your wrist that he’d bought from some vendor for you.

“Wheezie’s not here, you know,” you’d said, and his response had been a genuine smile.

“I know…but I’m happy.”

You couldn’t deny that he did seem to be, and you frowned at him.

“Why?” you’d rudely asked, and he’d merely shaken his head before briefly pressing his lips to your cheek.

When you made it back to the house, it was late, and after your shower, Rafe wasted no time in kissing you. You had lightly protested, pressing your hands to his chest.

“I thought this was supposed to be a vacation,” you sneered. “…and fucking you with your dad and sister on the other side of the house isn’t my idea of relaxation.”

Rafe exhaled a chuckle, hands on your waist as he pulled you closer.

“Then why do you always sleep like a baby after I make you come, huh?” he murmured, hands on your face now as he brought you into a kiss.

“Rafe-.”

“I want to kiss you…”

You were taken aback by the seriousness of his tone.

“…and I want to fuck you here in this pretty mansion with the sound of the ocean waves in the background.”

His eyes held yours as he said this, and you swallowed at the feel of his thumbs brushing along your jaw.

“Remember that first night on the beach? When I didn’t have to hold you down?”

“I was drunk-.”

“…but you wanted me. I was there, and I was the one you kissed back, the one you wanted to sleep with that night.”

“I wasn’t thinking-.”

“You held onto me and wrapped your legs around me, and you never moaned for me like that since,” he continued, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. “Come on…”

He pulled away, and you struggled to hold his gaze.

“I will, but…I’d rather not have to make you have sex with me here.”

You turned to look at the glass wall, knowing that you didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Funnily enough, the only time you ever did had been that night, and you’d never had one since.

“Pretend just this once.”

And you did.

Rafe’s lips were gentle against yours as he kissed you, touch equally as soft as he undressed you and laid you down. You could count the number of times on one hand that he’d been this delicate with you, and you couldn’t stop the whispery moan that escaped when he kissed his way down your body.

Oddly enough, you were reminded of that first night when you’d been heartbroken and desperate to feel wanted. Rafe was right, of course. You had wanted him that night. Regretting it didn’t change the truth. It wasn’t like you didn’t know who was kissing you, but you’d been lonely, and Rafe had shown you the attention you desperately wanted from someone else.

And you had welcomed it.

Your fingers twisted into his hair as he tasted you, lips still wet when he eventually crawled his way over your body and pressed them to yours. Your fingers brushed along his arms, and Rafe shuddered before sinking into you, teeth grazing the expanse of your throat. He fucked you with care, and you couldn’t stop the mewls that left your lips.

It was a lot like that night on the beach, only this time you weren’t drunk. But you’d found your way into a trap all the same. Rafe had you caged beneath him as he fucked you, and you didn’t stop yourself from wrapping your legs around him.

“That’s it,” he breathed, lips brushing over yours. “Come on, baby.”

The first time you came felt like a betrayal to your own body, but by the third time, you almost wished that reality wouldn’t slap you in the face tomorrow.

When you woke up, you could tell that it was later than you intended to sleep until. The sun was much too high in the sky, and upon reaching out, you realized that Rafe’s side of the bed was empty. The memory of last night was fresh in your mouth like liquor, and you couldn’t stop your sigh. The house sounded empty when you eventually sat up, but you decided to put on something anyway.

It happened to be Rafe’s shirt and some shorts.

The bright marble walls greeted you when you stepped out, and you once again confirmed the silence of the house. It was big though, proven right when you didn’t even hear anyone in the kitchen until you were practically in it.

It was Rafe, and oddly enough, you didn’t know how to behave around him after last night.

“Is Wheezie still asleep?”

That was your greeting, preferring to focus on something else. In your experience, that girl was usually the first one up, proven right when Rafe shook his head.

“Nah,” he answered, warming up some leftover breakfast.

“Oh,” you replied. “Is she down at the beach? Ward too?”

Rafe didn’t answer right away, but he eventually shook his head, and you frowned. You glanced around again before looking at the clock, taking note of the time.

“What time are Rose and Sarah supposed to be getting here?”

The microwave beeped, and instead of answering, Rafe took your plate out. You sat at the counter as he placed it in front of you, hands resting on the other side as he finally looked at you head on. His dirty blond hair was mussed, and his face was entirely serious when he answered.

“They’re not.”

You faltered at that, looking at him with a deep frown.

“Did something happen? When are they coming?”

Rafe’s answer was immediate.

“They’re not coming.”

“I…I don’t…”

You shook your head, confusion tearing through you as you nervously looked around.

“Where are Ward and Wheezie?”

Your question came out breathless, and you couldn’t pinpoint why. Rafe heaved a sigh.

“Considering what time they left this morning, they should be back in Outer Banks…”

Your lips parted as you simply…stared at him. With difficulty, you stood on shaky legs.

“You’re not funny…”

“I’m not joking…”

“Rafe,” you breathed. “Please, tell me you’re joking. We’re going back, right?”

Deep down, you knew the answer to that now. Especially the longer you stared at him, and tears kissed your eyes.

“Rafe,” you said, your voice small.

He made his way to the other side of the counter, and you took a step back.

“We’ll go back…eventually.”

“Eventually? Rafe, are you-?”

“When I think that you’ve finally come around, then maybe we can go back one day,” he said so casually like this wasn’t kidnapping.

“No,” you breathed. “No, no, no, no, no.”

You hurriedly ran through the house, looking for something that didn’t add up to what he was saying. You looked for Wheezie and Ward and their luggage, but all signs of them were gone. Rafe slowly followed at a distance, hands shoved into his pockets, and when you faced him again, the slap couldn’t have been any louder.

Surprisingly, Rafe didn’t get angry. He merely adjusted his jaw and smirked, and you knew why. He had won, and you weren’t quite ready to accept that. Your heart was racing, and you felt like you couldn’t get air in fast enough. You pressed your hand to your chest, reaching out for the wall.

You were stuck here in the Bahamas with Rafe. You didn’t know anyone but him, and you had no means of getting home. You were well and truly trapped.

“My mom…”

“You can always call her,” he said, reaching for you.

“No,” you tearfully said, shaking your head. “Rafe…”

A sob escaped, and you would’ve collapsed if it wasn’t for him.

“Take me home, please, take me home,” you gasped.

He sat you down, kneeling beside you, and you shook your head.

“Not now-.”

“You can’t do this! My friends! They’re going to-.”

“Tell the police you’ve been kidnapped instead of actually on a nice vacation with your boyfriend at his family’s house? Hmm?”

You tearfully frowned at him, seeing him in an entirely new light, and you slowly blinked.

“I hate you,” you shakily spat.

“Yeah, well that’s why you’re here,” he sighed.

“You can’t…you can’t do this…”

You couldn’t breathe, and you held onto him.

“I already did,” was his reply.

You could feel yourself growing lightheaded, and for once, you wanted to run away from the darkness because you knew the nightmare wouldn’t be over when you woke up.

Fin.

~

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[roseofcards90]

please tell me your mappi headcanons <3 and hmhmm... have u thought much about amane or 0608 interactions? :3c

Oooh!!! I HAVE ACTUALLY OMG I feel like people should focus more on their relationship, it’s so sweet!!! 🥺 here are some of them!!!

Mappi headcanons:

- This one isn’t originally mine but yeah I believe in Filipino Mahiru supremacy HONORARY PINOY FR

- To me she seems like the kind of person who would have little habits/ticks she likes to do like twirling her pencil around, bouncing her leg while she’s sitting, skipping around in place those sort of things!!!

- She also likes to gesticulate with her hands a lot so she can get her point across, and it helps her keep track of her thoughts too when she’s speaking to someone

- Her, Kazui, and Mikoto like to hang out occasionally! I feel like they would volunteer together at an animal shelter to help out! :D

- She would show up to Haruka, Yuno, and Mu’s high school graduation and make a whole banner for them! She would make the biggest deal out of it because she’s just so proud of them you know 🥺

- Loves to bake, is really good at it actually (she would definitely do those pie competitions some people have you know whoever makes the best pie gets a ribbon yeah that, she has so many ribbons :3) , but struggles sometimes with cooking, Shidou helps teach her some skills and come up with easier recipes for her to make!

- I also think she would totally stress bake just so she could vent out all her emotions djfjfkfk which results in a lot of cookies and cakes being made. She gives all the extra ones to Amane!

- This is the dumbest one but I headcanon that she’s just extremely good at DDR, SO MUCH SO that one time she was at the arcade with Kotoko, she attracted so much of a crowd with how high her score was while everyone else cheered her on. It was at that moment that Futa Kajiyama, who was also at the arcade at the time, swears to beat her at this game one day LMAO

- Is the sole focus of the majority of the pictures on Kotoko’s camera, has a polaroid picture of them together in her phone case, also they have matching charms on both of their school bags—

Amane headcanons:

- She would definitely do color guard in school! It’s one of her main passions, along with band! I want Amane Momose to play a trumpet I think it would be amazing

- Kazui, Shidou, Futa, Mahiru, and Kotoko are at her games often, they all cheer her on ofc <3

- Shidou always loves to celebrate after her games with giving her pancakes! Ofc she denies them and lets the others eat them, but she’ll save one pancake for herself just to show her appreciation (cue Shidou crying in the corner while Kazui tries to comfort him LMAO)

- I feel like she would be an avid collector of pokemon cards, or just like any trading card game for that matter. Futa always takes her to card game stores so she can pick out the newest packs and they can build decks together. Sometimes Mikoto joins in but he has no idea what he’s doing jhdfbhjd

THIS IS HOW I IMAGINE AMANE AND MIKOTO PLAYING CARD GAMES TOGETHER LMAO

- In the beginning, she wasn’t that good and Futa would always beat her, but now they're evenly matched, and she always revels in the victory whenever she wins in a game against Futa >:3

- Yuno would help with picking out new outfits for her! I feel like they would frequent the mall often lol. Haruka also joins them on occasion, and him and Amane love to look at all the stuffed animal and book stores together!

- Her, Haruka, and Mu would probably take an art class over the summer together and all of them would be so invested in it that it becomes a hobby!

- Once Amane gets to high school, I think it would be cute if Mu gave her a hand me down uniform with custom stitching and everything. The uniform has embroidery all around it where everyone contributed to something on the uniform

- Kotoko takes her to martial arts training classes, which she enjoys a lot. She tries out the new kicks she's learned on Futa and Shidou <3

- Kazui always gives her piggy back rides 🥺

- Amane has a pet cat named Sango, whom she loves very much 🥺 she is very sweet and spoiled, and loves cuddling with her. It helps Amane when she has trouble sleeping, or if she has a nightmare

0608 interactions!!!

- I said before how Mappi would give Amane all the extra sweets she's made, but I also think that Amane herself would try to learn how to bake, so Mappi offers to be her taste tester! Sometimes she creates inedible things and Mappi suffers but it's with a smile as Amane smiles back at her and continues on baking! :D (she'll tell her what she did wrong later dfkjnfd)

- Amane always loves to help out with cooking dinners! She would help Mahiru peel and cut all the vegetables! They would also frequent the food market together I feel like, and Mahiru allows Amane to pick out a few sweet treats like candy that she can take home

- Mahiru buys a little cat charm for Amane's bookbag! She also helps cat sit Sango whenever Amane is busy

- Around the holidays, her and Amane would go to all the festivities around town! Looking at the Christmas lights, drinking hot chocolate, all of that! Amane would start snowball fights with Mappi, and they both get competitive really quick lol (spoiler: Amane always wins <3)

#also sorry if these are boring I’m not the most creative person rip 😭 but thank you for asking!!! #I should really put these in my university au thingy I have floating around in my head #eh I’ll main tag this why not rjfjfjfj #0610 #<- only so moot of mine can filter it #asks #Creature

[dino-boyo-agere]

I don't think I ever posted this silly little AgeRe Steddie head canon of mine, even though I made an edit about it hehe

Eddie has a massive sweet tooth, like.. massive, even more so when he's regressed.

Eddie can also get very cranky, when he's hungry or tired.. or - god forbid - both.

One day, little Eddie decides that he will have ice cream for breakfast, from now on..

Steve's reply: "No, Tough Guy, I don't think you will."

Eddie is not happy about that. Little him is not the best at dealing with rejection. So, he throws a full blown hissy fit. Sticking out his tongue at Steve, yelling: "ur mean!", throwing plushies at him and storming off to his room. (Steve has a little room for him in his house, by the way) There, he angrily grabs the walkie talkie, to continue his arguing with Steve.

The latter just let's him.. He knows full well that Eddie is simply still tired, because he just woke up and that he doesn't really feel as betrayed as he makes it seem. Yes, Eddie is really upset at the moment, but that will definitely subside. As soon as he had something to eat (real food obviously), all will be better, as always. Besides, it's absolutely adorable to see him like this.

Eddie's nose all scrunched up in anger, his hair still all messy from sleeping and his pacie making it just a little more difficult to actually yell a fully coherent sentence..

Steve has to hold back a few chuckles with all his might. He doesn't want to seem like he is mocking his - already distressed - "Little Sir Cries-A-Lot". He doesn't want to undermine his emotions, be they proportionate to the situation or not. Steve wants Eddie to feel safe, valid, loved.

However, he also can't spoil him too much either, so he has to keep a serious demeanor. Trying to calmly explain to Eddie why exactly ice cream is not a substantial breakfast.. It hardly even qualifies as food.

At first, Eddie is not very receptive to the logic of things, but after about twenty minutes of arguing, stomping around and crying, he realizes that Steve won't budge on this one... Plus, Eddie is getting really hungry. So, he gives up the argument.. For now, at least.

Steve hugs his little daredevil tightly, after he - finally - ate his whole wheat cereal and calmed down a bit.

Eddie starts crying, profusely apologizing for acting the way he did. He didn't want to be like that, he never does, but sometimes he just can't help it. Sometimes, his emotions are just too big for him to deal with properly.

Steve reassures him, saying: "It's fine! Sometimes, feelings are hard to express, I get that. I love you, everything about you.. Even your tantrums. You're okay! We're okay!"

They just cuddle after that, for HOURS!!!

Text on pictures says:

Eddie, yells into the walkie talkie: "Why no gib meh ice cream?!"

Steve, thinks to himself: Don't laugh, stay assertive.. darn it, why is he so cute?

.･｡»･⁠°✧ ↑ Here the pictures without text!! ↑ ✧°･«｡･.

Sidenote:

What grumpy baby Eds calls Steve: Meanie, Dummy, Stupid Head..

What Steve calls grumpy bby Eds: Tough Guy, Pal, Bud, Sassy One..

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[vrmxlho]

Hi hiiii ? How was your day ? Can I please request an hq fluff with sakusa and Osamu ? In which they are flustered by their crush before confessing ? Thankssss and take care <333

i’m good, how are you? i love my lil babies aww jaskfldhg p.s. please tell me who your pfp is they’re so hawt 🫣 +++ sorry i’m only getting back to you now i hope you enjoy this at least 😭😭 ++++ i’m unsure if this is even what you meant 😞

cw: swearing + mention of disease in a love confession????? + NOT PROOFREAD + ooc (i'm sure of it) + one (1) mention of death

KIYOOMI SAKUSA 佐久早 聖臣

he never thought that he out of anyone would ever get flustered or even confess for that matter

nobody had ever caught his attention or interest

until you

the two of you were classmates

he was the quiet type while you were the slightly annoying talkative type

but he didn’t mind, he liked having some background noise for his thoughts

yet, he started growing attached to your constant rants and talks

how you’d ask him if he was alright, not because you wanted him to pay more attention to you, but because you were genuinely worried that he wasn’t okay

how you’d bring snacks with you every time you saw him

and how you started coming to his volleyball matches, standing in the stands (lmao) with a banner for his team

he wished you’d only cheer for him, “but you can’t always win” he thought

even the thought of telling you he liked your company, let alone the fact that he was in love with you, made him feel his heart palpitate excessively

it felt like he had just completed the most strenuous volleyball reps in his career

at first he thought he was just getting out of shape

“why is my heart not able to handle walking up the stairs???” he thought

and then he proceeded to start working out an extra hour a week to strengthen his heart

this obviously did nothing because every time he saw you he felt like he was about to faint

his heart felt full and he was sure its beating could be heard

he searched up the symptoms and even went to a doctor until the doctor was like???

“boy you have a crush stop wasting my mfing time”

and it all started to make sense

he liked you, so he’ll let you know

right????

wrong

now that he’s realised his emotions, he’s literally avoiding you, as in running away from you

this was all until he realised you were sad not seeing him as much as you used to 

so he built up the courage to tell you

“y/n, can we talk?” "oh so now you wanna talk??" you weren't actually mad, but you liked seeing him a bit grumpy, the way he would frown slightly and pout while looking away slightly was a sight to behold. he was rarely this expressive. "it's important." he was still looking away but this time his frown had softened, his pout had now transformed into him just biting his lip slightly. he looked almost...sad. "is everything okay?" he didn't reply to this but you could see him gulping and his ears going bright red. oh, you know what this means. he's nervous. "you know you can tell me anything, right?" you press on while reaching your hand out. but to this he flinched and pulled away; you could see his whole face burning red, his eyes wide and his eyebrows shooting up. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" "oh, i'm sorry..." you gave him a confused look, you still weren't mad at his sudden rudeness but you were really concerned as to what was going on. "no. i'm sorry i stopped talking to you. and for what i did right now...it's just..." his voice kept getting quieter and you didn't know how much longer you could keep this distance because you literally felt deaf in that moment. and because he looked so damn cute with his red face. "i feel like i'm dying when i'm with you." this was the first time you frowned at him. what the fuck does that even mean?? this was possibly the worst insult you had ever gotten. and it was from the person you really liked. you could feel your heart drop, and your eyes were already stinging with tears. "um..." "no, no i didn't mean it like that!" he was panicking now, his hands waving trying to prove his innocence, his face just kept getting redder and redder and he looked like he genuinely wanted to cry. "i want to die when i'm with you because-" "OKAY! I GOT IT DAMN!" you felt him tug at your arm as you turned to walk away. the next thing you felt was him hard chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. "because my heart only beats for you and it's rotting my internal organs." he was still blushing like a maniac and you could feel his heart beat hit your own body. but all you could do was giggle. this was 100% the funniest encounter you'd ever had with him. and you were glad. so so glad. the happiest you'd ever felt in so long. you wanted to stay like this till death separated you. you wanted to stay in his arms forever. "that was so gross."

OSAMU MIYA 宮 治

he always feels like he misses you

he's in a constant state of longing

even when you're sat right beside him

in the same room, in the same class, talking to each other even

maybe it wasn't that he missed you, maybe he just wanted something more, different

osamu wasn't the brightest when it came to emotions so perhaps he was just feeling something else...

this obviously never hit him until atsumu asked him if you were dating

to which he got all flustered and was a fucking mess

"no of course not!? i don't like y/n like that!!"

he's insane...

what does he mean he doesn't like you

he thought of you every second of the day

from the moment he laid eyes on you

everything, every instance has been about you – you don't just matter, you are... everything

once he finally intellectualised this information everything made him nervous

he was scared to move too quickly, scared to move too slowly, scared of looking bad in your eyes and scared of appearing boastful and arrogant

he wanted to tell you but he also didn't

he resorted to rehearsing his confession in front of the mirror every night after atsumu fell 'asleep'

(he heard everything and told you, trust)

but when the day finally came, you were so prepared to make him work for that answer

he could confess all he wanted but all you really cared for was to make a mess of him

****you laugh maniacally*****

you were talking to your friends when he came up to you. you knew exactly how it was going to go. it would start with him taking you to the side. "y/n, i've been meaning to tell you this for a long time." him cutely apologising for being so abrupt. "i'm really sorry, but please don't interrupt." and a guarantee that it'll be swift "i promise it'll be quick." "what is it? you're worrying me." you wanted to start off simple. you were already off-script but this should be easy enough you thought. "nothing too serious. just. just hear my out for a sec..." "ok." "y/n, the time we've spent together has been amazing. the things we've done, the memories we have it's all just great. and i think i'm ready to you know." "are you breaking up with me?" that'll get him. "WHAT?!" he blurted out a bit too loudly that it made you back away a bit. his face was pale, something you didn't expect at all. "you know, i really liked you. but i guess i can't force you to stay with me." little did he know that you had been practicing too. you had perfected your fake cry and you were very prepared to use it. "what... no please. i love you, please i didn't mean-" "all men are the same." you were trying so so hard not to laugh but it was getting hard. his face was bright red and he kept reaching his hands out to you before recoiling, unsure if you wanted him around at all. "y/n, please wait. i- i'm so confused." "so be it! i'm so sick of you!" "WAIT! THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING I'LL EVER DO, BEFORE PROPOSING!" he honestly looked like he was going to pass out. as soon as those words came out he slapped his hand over his mouth and his eyes widened to the size of volleyballs. "proposing?" you had gone far too off script. you felt bad. you didn't know how to respond at all. "when i look at you i can feel it. i look at you and i'm at home. i'll never feel this way about anyone, because you are my one and only. i love you." "oh, this was so much better than the confession you had planned."

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