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seonghwanotes · 2 years

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the boy next door | jung wooyoung

pairing: wooyoung x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2.4k

a/n: c-r-i-n-g-e + it was in my drafts so why not embarrass myself for free

it has been two weeks since you moved into your new rented house in an unknown suburb. you were neighbours with an eldery family who had no children and a family that had two sons. you came out of your house after cleaning the last bits of trash you had from moving in and walked around the neighbourhood to get some fresh air.

the neighbourhood was extremely pretty as well, you could see the crimson sky from your porch up until the basketball court as well. you felt pretty sad that evening as you had moved to a place that was located pretty far away from your family's place but you had no choice since it was your last year at medical school and you didn't want to burden your family by taking trips back home so often.

as you were walking down the streets, back to your house, you heard the faint sound of tires coming near you. at first, you thought it was some kids cycling around the neighbourhood but to your surprise, a young boy passed by you and immediately crashed into a tree, losing control over his skateboard.

you gasped out loudly, running towards his direction and looking around to see if anyone was there to your aid. the boy was on the ground, whining and held his leg out of pain, blood oozing out of his freshly cut wound. using your medical knowledge, you slapped the boy's face lightly to make sure he didn't pass out from the blood loss. he seemed to not care that you were helping him so you slapped him hard to get him to shut up, in which you succeeded.

maybe, it wasn't much medical knowledge.

"oh my god, im sorry, are you okay?" you asked, your voice coated with concern.

he glared at you, a hand on his cheek while another was still holding his leg. that answered your dumb question, of course, he wasn't okay. you even slapped him. you held his leg and observed carefully to see what could you do to stop the bleeding. it was probably a light injury considering the fact that his wound wasn't a deep cut but the bleeding didn't seem to stop, so you looked at him.

"can you take off your shirt?"

"what the fuck are you on?" he asked, raising his voice at you. he started to blabber some words that you didn't bother hearing while you ripped a part of your dress off, revealing a part of the skin at your thighs.

"first, you slap me and then you ask me to take off my shirt? are you- argh!" he growled in pain, grabbing your arm out of nowhere, his nails digging into your skin which was bound to leave a mark later on.

you wrapped the torn fabric around his calf and tied it tightly, making him yell in pain. you had no choice but to do so, in order to stop the bleeding.

"please calm down, i know it hurts but you can trust me, i'm a first-year resident," you told him, in a calm manner. his face was flushed, beads of sweat collected on his forehead while he was in pain. you placed an arm under his leg and helped him to get up, making him lean his body on the tree.

you got up and picked up his skateboard that was behind the tree, placing it next to him. then, you sat down next to him, thinking of ways to get him to the hospital.

"do you have a phone?" you asked him, hoping he did cause you left yours at home. this was a good reminder for you to never leave your phone at home again in case of an accident like this happens.

he scoffed and looked at you, "you didn't bring yours too huh? sucks to be us."

his answers were not helpful to you nor did it help you be calm, you felt anger building up in you as he spoke like that. "well, we need to take you to the hospital. my car's nearby but i need to know where your house is first so that we can inform your parents."

"i don't want to go to the hospital, it's not a big injury, to begin with," he muttered, looking away.

"could you not be stubborn for a second and listen to me? what's with the attitude? i'm trying to help you over here, you don't have to be an asshole to me for your own mistake of crashing into the tree." you scoffed at him, your anger getting the best of you.

his eyes were fixed on you this time, his facial expression screamed confusion as you lashed out at him. he certainly did not expect you to burst out in anger, so he kept quiet. after a while, his hand reached out to your leg, pulling down the skirt of your dress, trying to cover up the torn part.

"if you wanted to tear off your dress, you should have done it at your sleeve, you're kind of flashing everyone this way. you should be mindful of what you do next time, don't go around tearing fabric off your clothes to help people." he said, in a low voice, making you feel flustered, pushing his hand away gently. he apologised at his sudden action and looked at you, "i'm wooyoung, what's your name?"

you raised an eyebrow at him, proceeding to answer his question. "y/n."

"don't gotta sound all down, princess. i'm sorry for yelling at you just now, the pain was too much," he said, making you flinch at the pet name.

"i didn't tell you my name for you to call me princess."

"the name y/n reminds me of a princess, so why not?"

you let out a huge sigh, turning around to see the sky change into a dark blue almost instantly. time flew by so quickly that you didn't even realise that it was about to be nighttime. you got up from the ground and looked at him with crossed arms.

"what? you expect me to carry you?"

he shook his head and chuckled, trying to get up but failed. you unconsciously lent him your hand and helped him get up. he threw an arm around your neck while you had yours around his waist for support.

"where are we going now?" he asked as both of you started walking down the street.

"to your house, can you tell me which one when we walk by?" you asked him back.

"oh, i live right next to you so you wouldn't have trouble finding your way there," he said, limping as he walked.

you were taken aback with his reply, "what?"

"chill out, princess. i was home when you gave my mum your homemade brownies as a housewarming gift. it was delicious, by the way. you have a bad habit of not closing your curtains too, my brother almost saw you naked." he exaggerated at the last sentence, making you scoff.

"funny." you said, trying to walk a little faster. you were curious about him so you decided to ask him some questions. "so, wooyoung, what were you doing earlier just now?"

"i was gonna play basketball with my friends but we ended up finishing the game early so i took one of their skateboards and decided to try it out. clearly i have no experience with it so i crashed."

"how wise."

"coming from a medical student that slapped a boy in pain."

you rolled your eyes, ignoring every comment he made as you argued with him. you could see your house appearing and you walked faster so that you can go home and get changed.

"that's my room," he said, pointing to the window where you could see a bts poster stuck on the wall. you wanted to laugh but you kept quiet. with his arm around your neck, you were pressed onto his skin and you could smell his strong cologne smell mixed with his sweat. it disgusted you but he had a good scent on himself.

you nodded and walked him to his house, your hand reached to ring his doorbell. before you could click on it, he slapped your hand away and opened the door, revealing a beautiful interior.

"come in, y/n." he addressed you by your name. you walked in with his limping by your side into the silent house that was decorated with decorations that were fancy.

"are your parents not home?" you asked in a small voice as you dropped him on the couch. he shook his head and pointed to the kitchen, "the first aid kit is there if you want it."

you nodded and rushed inside the kitchen, your mouth gaping at the beauty of the kitchen interior and took out the first aid kit. you walked back to wooyoung and sat on the floor, putting his leg on the coffee table for a higher angle, for you to do the dressing.

"you know something?"

"i don't."

he laughed at your answer, "i've been wanting to hang out with you ever since you moved in but i realised you were either always studying at home or you were not at home. it's fate that we got to meet like this officially."

you gave no reaction to his confession although deep down in your heart, you were sure that blood was not pumping out of your heart to your body parts. your face was flushed, however, which wooyoung noticed and he smiled.

you untied the fabric and unwrapped it, revealing a fresh wound which was pink, showing that the bleeding had stopped for now. he winced at your touch, making you apologise to him. you started to clean up his wound with some water before you started dabbing alcohol on your wound. the moment the cotton bud came in contact with his wound, he let out a loud groan, trying to contain his pain yet it was hard to.

you felt bad.

you managed to look at his face which made you stop dabbing the alcohol. he clenched his jaw, eyes trapped shut while he looked up at the ceiling. his black hair was sticking to his forehead with the help of his sweat. his defined jawline was visible, appearing as sharp as a knife. his hands were grabbing the throw pillow on the couch tightly as he was controlling the pain. this boy was not even in the range of handsome, he was beyond that.

"are you done?" he managed to let out a few words, making you snap back into reality. you looked down onto his leg and finished cleaning the wound and applied some antibacterial cream and placed a bandage on his wound. you did some final touches and you got up.

"yeah.”

he opened his eyes, let out a big sigh of relief and tried to get up. you were standing there for support but he managed to stand by himself and he looked at you, "thank you princess."

you rolled your eyes at him, "it's y/n."

he chuckled, "alright, princess y/n, thank you."

you nodded, not wanting to say anything else anymore and proceeded to walk towards the door. just as you were about to open the door, you felt a hand grab your arm. wooyoung spun you around and you stopped breathing for a second as his face was inches away from yours. you could feel his warm breath as you looked into his eyes.

out of habit, you questioned him. "what is it?"

"i couldn't get to thank you properly, how about i take you out for dinner this weekend?" he asked, in a small voice, eyes locked with yours.

you didn't know what to say. you knew it meant nothing and it was merely just a thank you but knowing yourself, you didn't want to get yourself trapped in a spider web so you stayed silent.

he hummed, assuming to understand why you didn't answer. he looked around before looking back at you again, "i don't have a girlfriend."

you scoffed, "what does that have to do with this?"

"do you have a boyfriend?"

"does it matter?"

"yes cause i want to take you out for dinner."

"well, i don't but-"

"then, be my girlfriend."

your head shot up, looking at him dead in the eyes. he had a serious face before he burst out in laughter, "i'm just kidding!"

you were still hesitant since you were just out of a relationship a few months ago and it felt wrong for you to go out with someone this early. but then again, it wasn't like he was going to make you fall in love with him. it was just a thank-you dinner.

"oh actually, if you're that hesitant, then just come over to my house someday, i'll cook dinner." he said, making you feel a little more relieved since people would be around.

"yeah, sure. you cook?"

"yes," he laughed, "chef jung wooyoung. anyway, let me know when are you gonna come over, okay?"

you nodded and walked out of his door, his hand letting go of your arm at last. you ran back home, quickly closing your door before you ran to your room and searched for your phone. for some reason, you couldn't find your phone. you could see lights flickering in the corner of your eye, you turned around to see wooyoung playing with his light switch to get your attention. he sat at the window panel, with his phone in his hands, eyes fixed on you. he motioned to his phone then pointed towards you.

"my number?" you mouthed. he seemed to pick it up quickly and nodded. you started laughing, you were amazed by this boy. you started showing your fingers to him, telling him what was your number as he typed it out on his phone. he then showed a thumbs up to you, typing away on his phone.

you heard the sound of a bell coming from your bed.

"ah, i must have thrown it there," you said to yourself and took your phone that was hidden under your pillow. you had two unread texts from an unknown number which you assumed was wooyoung's.

you opened your phone, the messaging app popped up, revealing two texts that made you blush.

'you have a pretty smile ;)'

'what do you want to have for dinner, princess?'

you looked back at him and laughed, seeing that he was smiling back at you. you swiftly typed back a quick response before you waved at him and drew your curtains close.

it did feel different this time around but you weren't afraid to try again, who knows if it could go well this time? you smiled to yourself and continued on with your night routine before you slept.

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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I Burn For You

***So THIS has been stuck in my head all day and I just- I love it. I love it so much. And it reminded me...So you guys all know how I hate/love Lucifer...it gave me those vibes. So........... Well I haven't written anything actually relevant to The Facade of the Suitor or anything else that I've been procrastinating, I have been able to push out this little short inspired by this beauty of a duet that is EVERYTHING to me. -B***

Summary: Since MC's arrival, Lucifer and them have never fully gotten along. There was always a large, unknown and undiscussed tension between them and they were fine to keep it that way. But when MC's security in the Devildom is threatened by both the angels and the nobility of the Devildom itself, everything changes. As a ruse to persuade the celestial realm, MC and Lucifer wed. After the ceremony, they finally talk about the unacknowledged feelings burning inside of both of them.

MC x Lucifer

The air hung heavy and thick like the gold bands that now decorated both of your fingers.

You and Lucifer stood on opposite sides of the room, your backs facing one another with nothing but silence between you.

You couldn't help but reminisce on how you got here, on your supposed 'honeymoon' married to none other but the prideful, arrogant, avatar of sin, Lucifer Morningstar himself.

Diavolo had burst into the House of Lamentation an entire month ago. He desperately explained how the angels had received word about you through the fond, innocent-intending, stories of Luke and we're demanding that you be 'released' from your 'imprisonment in the infernal Devildom and that they wished to cleanse you of the 'hellish corruption' the demons had 'forced upon you' through your pacts. Wanting to avoid yet another Celestial War, even on a small scale, the noble court had wanted to agree and simply hand you over to them, cut your pacts, and banish you from returning as an act of agreement and co-operation with the angels.

Obviously, this didn't sit well with you or any of the brothers.

You had all tried to come up with a number of plans, but they all promised retaliation from the angels.

Eventually, it was Lucifer himself who begrudgingly came up with the final plan. The angels wouldn't believe you if you simply told them that you liked it here and wanted to stay. They'd think you were charmed or manipulated. However, if the two of you worked together, and pretended to be in a relationship, convince the angels of your 'genuine' feelings and prove to them that you were in love, and finalize this by marrying Lucifer, it just might work.

First of all, love was something that had sparked war in the past, that both sides had learned from and had grown to deeply treasure and value. Secondly, Micheal, head Archangel of the Celestial Realm, trusted Lucifer the most of all the brothers. The two of you could take advantage of that use it to convince him that you were actually safer in the Devildom by Lucifer's side. And finally, if you were willingly bound by marriage, there was very little that the Celestial Realm could do to force you to leave.

The plan wasn't terrible, but there was one thing about it that caused you to clench your fists and grind your teeth: it was with Lucifer.

Lucifer who constantly teased you and pushed your buttons in a way that he knew would cause you to either give in to him or snap.

Lucifer who was cruel and sadistic and did nothing unless there was some personal gain or it was under the demand of his precious Diavolo.

Lucifer who never ever put anything before his own stupid pride.

Though you were normally a calm and positive person, there was just something about Lucifer that had always caused an inferno of anger and rebellion to burn within you. You felt this strong need to constantly prove him wrong and to defy him.

As a result, the two of you consistently butted heads, arguing about Lucifer's treatment of his brothers and your recklessness on an almost weekly basis.

The idea of being chained to this...this demon for the rest of your mortal life caused your stomach to twist tightly into knots. Though, if it ensured you'd be able to stay with the rest of your found family? You'd make the necessary sacrifice.

So the two of you did the whole show. You went on dates, smiled and laughed together as though you were the lead roles in a Hallmark Christmas movie, and played every card in the book to convince the angels that you were safe and happy under the kind watch of your lover.

Those weeks had started off painful, as you pushed back all feelings of disdain for the eldest brother to play the role of the perfect partner. But as time passed, you hadn't noticed that it had become easier and easier to stay by his side. The smiles you gave him were no longer forced, but sincere ones that brought joy. The lines between what was real and what was fake began to blur.

You sealed the deal with your wedding only a few hours ago.

The vows Lucifer had spoken...promising to watch and protect you even as your skin wrinkled and your hair grew grey. To hold your hand and aid you when you no longer had the strength. To shower you in love and devotion even in your final hours.

They had been spoken with such passion and raw emotion that you didn't dare think too deeply about. It had caused your breath to catch in your throat, and you had to remind yourself that this was all an act. Soon the curtain would close, and Lucifer would return to the cold-hearted monster that you knew.

Yet even now, hours after the ceremony had finished, you couldn't get that intense gaze, and the sparks that exploded under your fingertips as his hands gently squeezed yours, out of your head.

Lucifer sighed from the other side of the room and glanced over at you. "Are we just going to continue ignoring each other?"

You scoffed and turned your head further away; ignoring the loud pounding of your heart and instead focusing on the flickers of frustration licking up your gut. "What else are we supposed to do? There's no one else around. The act is over."

You whirled around at his sarcasm and could practically feel the wrath blazing behind your eyes. "Sorry, my Lord, if I'm not exactly giddy about the fact that I just signed myself to the likes of you just for the approval of some fluffy winged assholes!"

You could practically hear Lucifer roll his eyes as he walked over to the liquor cart and poured himself a drink. "Right. So you just plan to spend the entirety of the weekend that Micheal paid for us brooding in a corner? How mature of you."

Lucifer, the fucker, had the gull to act unphased and casually swirled his drink in his hand. "It could be much, much worse," he took a sip of the amber liquid before staring down in his glass. "It's not as though you didn't agree to this."

"Only because I didn't want to be kicked out of the Devildom and never allowed to see your brothers again!" You growled. Your anger only grew as you noticed him clench his fingers tighter around the glass. You groaned and ran a hand through your hair. "This was a stupid plan! You probably just invented this entire ruse as yet another way to get under my skin. Well congratulations, Lucifer. You win!"

You refused to look at him, as you turned your heated gaze out the window.

You didn't see the flash of hurt that washed over his expression, nor hear the way his breath caught in his throat. "Is being married to me truly that awful? Are you honestly telling me that you haven't enjoyed even a single second of this past month?"

You tensed and crossed your arms over your chest, as you continued to avoid looking at him. "What kind of question is that? You're a demon who cares about nothing but himself," you pursed your lips and mentally tried to deny just how wrong those words felt on your tongue.

"I wouldn't say that's true. Believe it or not, I do care for my brothers." There was a shaky breath, one so uncharacteristic for the confident Morningstar, before he continued. "And you. I did promise to love you until your final breath after all, and I do not break my promises."

There was silence once again. Though this quiet seemed to crackle with the anticipation for something, though neither of you quite knew what.

You closed your eyes, refusing to acknowledge the flutter in your heart at his words. "Those vows were only part of the act. They weren't real."

"Perhaps not for you," your eyes snapped open at the response. You looked back at the demon. Lucifer stood leaning against the wall, drink still in hand, as he stared intensely at the floor. "This may have all been an act for you, MC, but it stopped being a ruse for me mere hours after we began."

You felt yourself frown as you stared at him. Your traitor heart dared to grow warm with hope, only adding fuel to the growing frustration inside you. "You're lying. You're just trying to get me worked up again."

"Actually, I'm not," his eyes met yours and it felt as though time froze. His expression was so unguarded, so honest. For once, you looked into his eyes and you could see every emotion that he wore openly before you. You could see the hurt, the certainty, and most of all the same passionate love that shone so brightly in them throughout the ceremony. "From the moment I met you, you caused a fire to ignite in my heart. I was determined to control you and to make you be the human representative for Diavolo. But then, you acted against me, and that changed. I still wanted to make sure that you fulfilling your purpose in the exchange program, but I took on the challenge of finally having you respect and listen to me. You were stubborn and fierce, yet so beautifully driven and I admired that." your eyes widened at the admission. "It wasn't until I was forced to look at you in a romantic light for this scheme that I understood the true nature of these feelings. It wasn't that I wanted to control you, or break you, or shape you into what I needed. It was so much deeper, so much more dangerous than that. I wanted to have you fall in love for me, as I had fallen for you, and make you mine."

He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. "I know you don't feel the same. I've accepted that. But I...I'm done with acting like this isn't real for me. I refuse to pretend that there's nothing there between us any longer."

He finally broke eye contact, looking back at his now empty glass as you practically gaped at him. Love. Lucifer...loved you? You gulped and took a step towards him, "Lucifer..."

The fire burning within you consumed you as your face heated up. "You...You love me? You actually love me?"

You flinched as he glared sharply at you. "Don't rub it in."

You didn't know what to make of that. You weren't sure what to make of any of this. Your feelings towards Lucifer had changed over the past month, but you had assumed that was simply part of the act. But if everything he had done and said as you two were pretending to be a couple was real, then what did that mean for you?

What did that mean for the way the sight of him caused your heart to skip? Or the way his rare smiles never failed to make you smile back? Or the unwavering sense of comfort and security that he provided?

What did that mean for the ruthless, scalding fire that he had always caused to rage inside you? You always assumed it was anger, but what if...

You gasped in realization. "I burn for you."

The demon tensed as he blinked in confusion. "You...I'm sorry, you what?"

You moved closer to him, each step more certain than the last, as you shakily spoke the words that rang through you. "I burn for you, Lucifer. I don't know entirely what it means myself, but ever since we met you've caused this irrational passion and drive to sear inside of me. I-I had always assumed it was hatred. You're so infuriating. Every word you speak does nothing but cause that fire to flare brighter within in. Every action leaves me filled with sparks of restless energy that won't be satiated until I combust at you," as you now stood nearly toe to toe with him, you grabbed his hand and placed it over your roaring heart. Hope flickered like a candle in the darkness of his black eyes. "I had thought that this couldn't be anything other than anger and hatred. I refused to believe even the possibility that it could be anything else. But this past month you...you were honest and almost kind and vulnerable. Your teasing didn't make me want to punch you, but rather made me laugh. You showed me a side of you that I didn't even know existed. I...I think-"

You were cut off by a finger on your lips. Lucifer looked down at you with a stern, cold expression. The action paired with that face would've caused you to become infuriated by his audacity and superiority complex in the past. But now you could see past it, and could see it for what it truly was: a carefully crafted barrier that hid his most vulnerable feelings and protected him. "If you do not mean the words you were about to say, if you are pitying me, I must demand that you stop here. Do not say those words unless you truly mean them," his deep voice was tinged with distrust and caution.

You held his gaze as you kissed the pad of the finger against your lips and whispered gently, "Lucifer, I think that I love you."

Suddenly your lips were captured in his as he pulled you close and ever so adoringly cupped your face. For the first time since meeting him, the flames inside you were extinguished by the cold touch of his hands on your face and the surprising gentleness of his affection.

His hand slid from your face and came to rest on your shoulder as his eyes widened. His gaze scanned your expression for any traces of falsehood or insincerity. You could hear the breath leave his lungs as he found none.

He softly kissed his temple, effectively hiding his face as it grew redder and whispered, "Of course, beloved."

Lucifer laughed as he pulled away, his thumb caressing your cheek, as he smiled. "To think it only took us getting married to realize it," you laughed as you felt happy tears prick the corners of your eyes. Lucifer sighed in content as rested his forehead against yours. "Remind me to send a thank you to, Micheal."

You hummed and nuzzled closer to him as you rested your head on his shoulder. "Forget Micheal. He's still an asshole as far as I'm concerned. Instead, focus on me. On us. I want to learn everything about you, about the real you," you smiled as he looked down at you with flushed cheeks. "My husband, Lucifer Morningstar."

You couldn't help but wonder how you had been so oblivious to your true feelings as a shiver ran down your spine and warmth spread throughout your chest simultaneously.

This honest and pure love between the two of you, was new, yet it felt so familiar, and it was abundantly clear to both of you that the depth of those feelings would only become clearer and clearer in time as the fires of your love only grew.

***Gasp. I actually finished something. Would you look at that. Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this little fic! Thank you so much for your support during my hiatus and for being so understanding. I love you guys! Thanks again for reading!***

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black-mistress-of-evil · 3 years

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Hey! Can I request a Bucky x Reader where Bucky gets hurt during a mission and the reader is there to take care of him? Maybe he’s caught of guard by this because he hasn’t had someone take care of him in a long time? Feel free to do whatever you want with this!! Thank you so much and I can’t wait to read it 💕

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N Thanks so much for the request @thighs-of-betrayal-blog this was so fun to write! Sorry it took so long! I swear every time I get the motivation to write my life gets crazy. But here it is, hopefully it’s a little bit what you hoped for and if it isn’t I hope you enjoy it anyways haha 💜

Warnings: FLUFFY FLUFF; angst if you squint; very very brief canon level violence; a minute of mutually pining idiots

Word count: approx 2.3k

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (he uses the endearment “doll” but other than that reader is gender neutral)

Why Do You Care?

“Bucky stop being so stubborn and let me see!”

You were standing in the living room of the safe house Bucky had dragged you into, hands on your hips glaring down at the super soldier on the couch. He was avoiding your gaze, staring a hole in the wall to your left, and had his arms folded across his chest. He looked to you more like a pouting child than a 100+ year old ex-assassin/current Avenger and if you weren’t so frustrated with him you’d probably giggle at the sight.

The mission had been a success. Sort of. You and Bucky had been sent in to steal sensitive files from an abandoned Hydra base. Which you managed to do. But it ended up being less than abandoned and without any backup the fight out was a rough one. Just as the two of you were finally getting out, covered in blood and bruises, Bucky had grabbed your arm and shoved you into a crouch, bending himself over you protectively as a shot rang out. He grunted out in pain and you leaned around his frame to send a bullet straight into the skull of the Hydra agent who’d been stupid enough not to stay down. You’d tried, then, to make sure Bucky was okay but he wasted no time in hauling you back up and out into the night. His hand slipped down your arm to clasp yours and he didn’t let go until you were safely within the walls of the safe house. The more the two of you had run the more obvious it became that he was hurt but he ignored you asking about it.

Now that he’d made sure the safe house was secure and reported back to Steve what had happened and where you were, he couldn’t avoid you anymore. But he could ignore you and he was trying his damnedest to do so.

“M’fine.” He grumbled at you for probably the third time in as many minutes, shifting to turn his injured side away from you as if that would make you go away.

“Bucky I know you’re not fine so why won’t you just let me see so I can help?” The cuteness of his pout was wearing off as your patience was wearing thin. “Do you not trust me or something??”

Bucky’s eyes snapped up to yours then, his heart rate rising as he saw the concern there. He did trust you. More than he trusted himself most days. Hell he was in love with you. But you were way too good for him, too full of light, and you’d never be interested in someone like him. He’d only ruin you anyways. But when he looked into your eyes he couldn’t stand the flash of hurt he saw when you asked that question.

“Course I do doll...I trust ya...” his voice was hoarse and he tried taking a deep breath to clear his throat but it sent pain shooting through him and he groaned, pressing his hand to the still bleeding wound in his side.

“Buck....” your tone was softer now as you took a step closer. You thought for a second that he was going to let you check on his injury but the moment your hands reached for him he shot up, ignoring the pain, and pushed past you into the bathroom while mumbling about not needing help.

You roll your eyes and sigh as the bathroom door slams shut behind him. Ever since you’d met the quiet soldier when he joined the Avengers he’d swung back and forth between pushing you away and pulling you in closer. He always volunteered to be partnered with you and you worked well together but he’d refuse to spar with you. He liked helping you cook for team dinners but always declined your invitations to go out for lunch. During movie nights he only ever sat beside you or, if someone beat him there, he’d sit on the floor and lean against your legs even if there was an empty seat by someone else, but he wouldn’t join you when you were binge watching your favourite show alone. You couldn’t figure him out but the more you tried to the more you fell for him. It had been agony for you to want him knowing he could never see you as more than a teammate and friend. Regardless of how many times his behaviour had made it clear he wasn’t interested in you that way, you couldn’t help it. You loved him. And if that remained unrequited the rest of your life then so be it, you were that gone for him.

And so, despite his insistence that he didn’t need your help, you found yourself trailing after him towards the bathroom. You pressed your ear to the door and could hear him shuffling around, pulling out a first aid kit, and then gasping in obvious pain.

“Bucky? Open the door and let me in? Please? I want to help...I want to take care of you, you just have to let me....” you pause, waiting for a response, and notice that all the sounds on the other side of the door have ceased.

“Buck? Please, I care about you...let me...” your voice is lower, almost a whisper now, and you wait another few painfully silent seconds before hearing a long sigh from the other side of the door. When it cracks open, your eyes meet his piercingly blue ones and you nearly crumble at the uncertainty you see there.

“Can I come in, Buck?” You ask gently and he hesitates for only a second before nodding and opening the door wider. You step inside and motion for him to sit on the edge of the counter for you and he quickly obeys.

“You’re gonna have to take your shirt off for me to see, Buck.” You say gently, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. He grunts in acknowledgement and begins pulling his black tee up, hissing as he raises his arms causing a tug to his injury. Without a second thought, you reach forward and help maneuver his shirt the rest of the way off, dropping it to the side as he brings his arms back down. As other times in the past when you’ve seen him shirtless, you can’t help but let your eyes travel across his firm chest and toned abdomen, drinking him in until you raise your eyes to his and realize he’s watching you. You quickly avert your gaze, your ears burning at having been caught ogling him, so you miss the way his lips curl into a smirk. Focusing your attention onto his side you gasp at the large gash there still slowly leaking blood.

“Not that bad, doll.”

“James Buchanan Barnes! Just because its not life-threatening does not mean that it’s ‘not that bad’. Dammit Buck why wouldn’t you let me help you take care of this as soon as we got here?!” You huff as you grab some antibacterial cloths and begin cleaning the wound, ignoring his hiss as you do so.

“M’sorry, doll...it’s just...haven’t really had anyone take care of me in...well since before the war to be honest. Got used to taking care of myself...used to not having anyone care.” Bucky’s voice is barely a whisper and you have to strain to listen to him. He’s never been so vulnerable with you and you want to make the most of however long he’s going to let this moment last. When its clear he’s waiting for you to say something you reach one hand up to softly cup his cheek and turn him to face you.

“I care. I care so much, Buck. You just have to let me.” You try to put all your emotions into your gaze, desperate for him to see that he doesn’t have to be alone and that he is loved and cared about. He sighs and leans into your hand more, raising his own to rest on your hip.

“Why?”

He spoke so quietly you’re not sure you heard him and raise an eyebrow to ask him to repeat himself, too afraid of breaking the spell that seems to have fallen over the two of you to speak.

“Why do you care so much, doll? Why me? I’m not...I’m not worth it.”

This is it. The chance to tell him how you feel. If he rejects you that’s fine, you decide. Even if he doesn’t return your feelings at least he will know that he is loved and that’s enough for you right now. Your heart feels like it may burst as you weigh your response carefully.

“You, Bucky, are so worthy of all the care in the world. You went through hell and back a million times over and came out the other side a kind, thoughtful, sweet, considerate, gentle, loving man. The world tried to break all of that out of you but you are too strong and too GOOD. The world owes you and if I could wrap up all the love that exists in it and give it to you I would. But I’ve only got mine so that’s what I’ll give you.”

Dropping your hand from his face to his shoulder, you hold your breath as Bucky’s eyes stare into yours as though searching for something. He tightens his grip on your waist, before finally breaking the heavy silence, his voice at least an octave lower.

“You’ll....give me...your love...?” Bucky is the strongest man you know and yet you have never heard him sound so timid and unsure in all the time you’ve known him. He looks so hopeful and scared and you can’t help the confession bursting from your lips.

“Yes Bucky! I will. I already have. It’s yours. I-I love you.” You take a deep breath before continuing, rambling now. “And I don’t expect to you to return my feelings and I hope I haven’t ruined our friendship because that would just kill me nothing has to change between us I just needed you to know that—mmph—“

You’re cut off by Bucky’s lips connecting with yours, his hands cupping your face, thumbs rubbing gently across your cheekbones. The kiss is gentle, careful, almost tentative at first. But then your arms snake around his neck and one of his hands makes its way into your hair and it becomes passionate and desperate. Bucky pulls you between his thighs so you are flush against him and the feeling of his taut muscles against you makes you moan. Your hands lift to tangle in his hair and tug gently as he runs his tongue along your bottom lip, practically begging for entrance which you immediately grant. He growls into the kiss as he explores every inch of your mouth with his tongue, his hands roaming all across your body, pulling you impossibly closer as you arch into him needing to feel him. He stands suddenly, pushing you back a couple of steps until you are pinned between his body and the wall. You gasp for air and he moves his lips along your jaw, down your neck, and then back up to press another searing kiss against your lips before resting his forehead against yours as he tries to catch his own breath. Your chests rise and fall together and he rubs his nose against yours before placing another tender, gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Sorry....couldn’t help myself...” Bucky manages to tell you between gasps for air.

“Never apologize for THAT...” you giggle and the vibrations of his chuckle against your chest make you feel lightheaded as he leans back to look you in the eye, cupping your cheek tenderly.

“I love you.” He sounds sure. Confident. Like nothing in the world could be more true than that statement. You can’t help the ridiculously giddy grin that splits your face as you tug his face back to yours for another kiss, which he smiles into.

Once you come down from your highs a little bit you manage to coax him back to his spot on the counter and you continue cleaning his injury and stitching him up though it takes much longer now as Bucky keeps distracting you. He plants kisses to your nose, your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, your forearm, basically any part of you that comes close enough to his lips. When you finally finish, you let your hands run along his muscles as you rub your nose against his and kiss him deeply, gently biting his bottom lip eliciting a sound from him that turns your insides completely upside down.

Before you can say or do anything else, the front door opens with a crash and Bucky grabs you and shoves you behind him protectively as he peeks out into the front room to assess the threat.

“Dammit punk! What’re you breaking down the door for?! I thought you were a hostile! Why didn’t you just call and say you were here??!” You sigh in relief at Bucky’s nickname for Steve and move to peer over his shoulder at the Captain as the two super soldiers glare at each other.

“I’ve been calling for several minutes! You didn’t answer! I thought you were in danger, jerk!”

“Sorry, Steve! We were...distracted. Bucky needed stitches.” You quickly apologize and give an excuse in case Bucky isn’t comfortable saying anything yet since you hadn’t exactly taken the time to talk yet. But he just turns to face you and smirks as he tugs you to him for one more kiss before reaching around you to grab his shirt and pull it on.

“Ya. We were pretty damn distracted. Didn’t really appreciate the interruption, punk!” Bucky chuckles and can’t help the grin that has been plastered on his face since you told him you love him. Your cheeks flush as he puts an arm around your shoulder, guiding you to Steve who is looking between you and Bucky with a happy, almost proud, look on his face.

“It’s about damn time, you two! Now, who made the first move? I need to know if I owe Sam $50 or not.”

#let me write for you #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #marvel #james buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fluff #bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x gn!reader #bucky x gender neutral reader #bucky x female reader

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bbyheedeungie · 3 years

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Tales of the ring | Orphan! Jay AU Part 1

Pairings: Jay x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, age gap (4 years)

Warnings: suggestive content, messy timeline

Synopsis: You've spent most of your lives together at a Catholic orphanage in a small town, with Jay being left there as an infant and you volunteering there since you were thirteen years old. Now twenty-three, every child in the orphanage looks up to you as their older sister. Well, except for that one stubborn kid named Jay.

You always tend to his cuts and bruises when he fell down after climbing on trees with his friends, but not after a long hour of bickering.

"Stop climbing trees if you're just gonna fall down!" You scold 9-year old Jay as you rummaged through the first aid kit.

"Just shut up and fix me up, woman." He demands, his arms crossed over his chest. You sigh.

"I'm just worried about you, okay? You could've broken a bone or something!" You reasoned with him. His eyes turns into slits, glaring at you.

"Are you calling me a wimp?" He challenges. Though it never crossed your mind, the thought of calling him a wimp was indeed amusing. You tried to suppress your laughter but it came out as a snort.

"Hey, I'm not a wimp. Drop it." Jay says, almost coming out as a whine. You nod, trying to calm yourself down from wanting to laugh. Cause you know Jay's going to end you if he even hears anything close to a giggle come out from your lips.

"Still as wimpy as ever, huh?" You teased him as you disinfected his wounded knees. He was sitting on the couch with you kneeled infront of him, and 16 year old Jay just can't seem to take his eyes off you.

Your lower lip is caught in between your teeth as you concentrated on his cuts, and Jay licks his own lips unconsciously.

At 20 years old, you have grown to be quite a lady, Jay notes. Beautiful, luscious hair that complimented the perfect features of your face, your body slightly plump in some places which gave you that womanly figure, dainty and gentle hands that cared for his wounds, any man would think of you as wife material. And Jay couldn't help but huff in annoyance at the thought of other men wanting you for themselves.

"And you're still as annoying as ever." He mutters before he pinched your cheeks hard, making you yelp in pain and involuntarily putting pressure on the cotton ball you were dipping onto his wound. Soon after, you were both crying from pain.

"How could you." He said in betrayal, clutching his wounded knee.

You always chased after him around the orphanage when he had a fever to make him take his medicine when he refused to drink them, dragging him by the back of his shirt to his room to make him rest.

"You can't just pull a stunt like that when I'm fixing up your cuts you dummy." You glared at him, massaging your reddened cheek.

"I don't want to stay in bed, woman. I wanna play outside!" 11-year old Jay huffs in annoyance, kicking off the blanket you've just placed on his body. You sighed and placed it back on him.

"Bold of you to call me a woman after I've just wrestled you at the lobby earlier." 15-year old you chuckled, remembering what you had to go through to make him go back to his room.

"Don't remind me, you were like a freaking hippo back there! Geez." Jay scrunches his nose and turns his back to you.

"You insufferable woman." He mutters as you tuck him into his bed. 18-year old Jay was just as irritable as ever, but only when it came to you.

"Yeah yeah." You rolled your eyes at him dismissively as you placed a cold compress to his forehead. He's such a big baby.

"Stop being a jerk for once and learn to take care of yourself, will you?" You scold him, leaning in to fix the position of his pillow. Jay's heartbeat goes nuts, with your body so close above him. He could just grab you by the waist then and there and hold you tight. Your feminine scent was so alluring, filling up his senses, your skin translucent in the moonlight shining through the windows and he even caught a glimpse of your cleavage through your thin, white dress shirt.

Shit, shit, shit. He thinks, fisting his blanket tightly. His cheeks glowed crimson red, but thankfully you thought it was just because of the fever.

Rest assured, Jay wasn't all that bad as others make him out to be, and you strongly believe this. You remember that one night, it was your fourteenth birthday but you didn't bother telling anyone. You didn't want to burden the sisters, and your family didn't care much about it either. But Jay did. He cared, and he remembered.

You sat on the roof, your secret hiding place, as you admired the starry sky. But it's not really a secret when Jay knows about it. The ten year old boy climbed up, grunting as he struggled keeping his balance. You flinched at the sound and panicked, but it immediately died down when you saw it was just him. He quietly sat beside you.

Silence took over as you sighed in content, taking in the peaceful evening.

"Happy birthday." Jay said, almost a whisper. Your head turns to him and he immediately looks the other way, refusing to meet your eyes.

"Thank you, Jay." You said in gratitude, not bothering to hide your smile. He still refused to look your way as he held out his fist.

"What is it?" You asked in confusion, furrowing your eyebrows at his closed hand. He sighs, taking your hand in his as he placed something cold and hard on your palm.

"It's for you." He says. You gasped, taking in the shiny object encrusted with tiny jewels that glinted in the moonlight.

"Jay, where did you get this?" You ask him, bewildered.

"The sisters said they found that ring in my pocket when they found me outside the door of the orphanage the night that they took me in. It's my most precious possession. In fact, it's my only possession." He says, laughing lightly as he looked up at the sky.

"Must be an heirloom, maybe you came from a wealthy family! Jay, I can't accept this. This is important to you!" You exclaimed, holding the ring back to him.

You're important to me. He thinks.

"Maybe, but they've left me here haven't they?" He simply shrugs.

"But why give it to me?" You asked, holding the ring close to your chest. Jay rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue.

"Hey, no more questions. I gave it to you as a birthday gift, so you better treasure it. Good night." He says and prepares to climb down, leaving you dumbfounded.

At nineteen, Jay was the oldest at the orphanage. He never got adopted, and younger kids would pick on him because of it.

"You never got adopted because your a weirdo."

"They can probably sense that you're useless."

But Jay being Jay, he'd beat them up everytime just because their faces annoy him. And you'd be the one to ask for forgiveness for his sake everytime he got in trouble. You knew him well enough to know that although he'd never admit it out loud, seeing other kids like Jungwon and Sunoo get adopted while he gets left behind hurt him more than it should.

"I'm very sorry for Jay's actions, please don't send him away." You begged to the Mother Superior's feet, and Jay couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Not of you, but of himself for having you go through all this for him.

"Noona, please you don't have to do this." He tells you softly, for once as he tries pulling you up to your feet but you just won't budge.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I know you have grown quite close to Jay for the past ten years. But he is now of legal age he can't just keep hurting minors." The mother superior, which is the head of the orphanage states.

"Jay promises he won't do it again, please." You continue to plead, at this point you were so close at kissing the sister's feet if that'll make them forgive Jay.

"What, when did I promised—." He says and you signal him to shut up. The sisters sigh, and decide to just punish Jay by making him work at the farm for a month. You thank them over and over, tears welling in your eyes.

"Y/N, may I have a word with you. Jay, you may retire to your room." The mother superior instructs. Jay looks at you hesitantly, before leaving.

"Have a seat." She commands you, and you oblige.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about?" You asked.

"Listen, dear. You're now twenty-three years old, you are at your ripest age of getting married. Not only that, but you're also one of the most beautiful maidens of this town. You can't spend your life at this orphanage forever. Won't you consider settling down soon?" She suggests, and you felt a lump in your throat, your heart feeling unease.

"That's alright, Mother Superior. I'm only twenty-three, I still have a lot to figure out in my life. When a man does take interest in me, I'll decide then." You assure her, and stand up to leave.

The next days, you'd wake up early to prepare breakfast for the kids and for Jay before he heads off to the farm. Jay being the stubborn boy he is, refuses to sit down and have breakfast and so on most days, you'd chase after him to bring him his breakfast and lunch box. He'd purposely walk faster, ignoring your shouts. A smirk never leaving his face.

"Jay! Jay! Wait!" You yelled, chasing your breath as you continued to run after him. But your quick steps were no match for his long strides.

"Jay you freaking dimwit! Haaaaalt!" You yell at the top of your lungs with all your might, and he finally stops in his tracks, turning to look at you.

"Oh, you've been calling for me? Did you need something?" He asks, feigning ignorance that you've been shouting his name for a good fifteen minutes. You huff, stomping towards him angrily. His face smug the whole time.

Others would think you're ready to punch him in the face, but instead you would take his hand and place his boxed meal there. You sigh.

"Take care of yourself, okay? And finish everything I packed for you." You say. Jay simply rolls his eyes and waves a hand at you dismissively.

"Yeah yeah, just don't go missing me too much." He teases, suppressing a smile. You scoffed, punching his shoulder lightly.

"Damn right, I wont." You stuck your tongue at him before waving him goodbye, running back to the orphanage.

As you walked back, you notice a fancy carriage parked in front of the orphanage. Many people were gathered around, gossiping.

"The crown prince has selected candidates to be his wife."

"Now that the queen has passed away, the prince must choose his bride in order to ascend to the throne."

"Oh what a lucky girl she must be."

You slip through the crowd of people, successfully making your way inside.

"Oh here she is now." Mother Superior introduces you to the men in fancy clothing, and you stood their dumbfounded.

"She is a beauty indeed." The men agreed to themselves.

"What exactly is happening?" You whisper to the Mother Superior.

"They came here for you, my child. You have been selected by the prince to become a candidate of being his wife. I've already had your suitcases ready, they will take you to the palace now. And don't worry, I've already informed your parents and they are more than happy and wished you the best."

Everything was happening so fast, it's like everything's been decided for you. And amidst the chaos in your mind, you could only think of one person. Jay.

"What about Jay, I haven't said goodbye—" You pleaded to the old woman to let you see Jay one last time but the footmen has announced your departure to the palace. You choked on your tears as pain burned through your chest, clutching Jay's ring to your chest as you were brought further and further away from the place you called home all your life.

Jay plowed the soil over and over, sweat trickling down his neck and forehead. The sun is high and the heat is a pretty tough companion.

"Jay! Jay!" Jay's friend, Sunghoon called his name, sprinting towards him as if his life depended on it. Sunghoon was one of the orphan kids who got adopted recently, whose home was only a few blocks away from the orphanage. Jay halted his work, placing the tool beside him.

"Haven't seen you in a while, what brings you here?" He raises his eyebrow. Sunghoon holds onto his knees as he catches his breath, before uttering words that shattered Jay's heart into pieces.

"No, it can't be." He refuses to believe it, shaking his head aggressively as tears welled in his eyes. It felt as if he was pierced so deeply in the chest with a dagger, so agonizingly painful.

"It is true, they took Y/N to the palace to become the prince's bride. It's been the talk of the town all morning." Sunghoon is sad for his friend, knowing his feelings for her all along.

"No! Y/N wouldn't do that, she wouldn't leave just like that. No." Jay cried and ran his way back to the orphanage, leaving his belongings behind.

He enters the orphanage, screaming for your name.

"Noona? Noona! I'm here, I'm here now. Noona? Where are you?" He kept on calling for you, his voice breaking as tears blurred his vision. The sisters tried to calm him down but he shoved their hands away from him.

"No! It can't be, she couldn't have left. Please tell me she didn't leave, please." Jay crumbled as he called your name over and over in agony. He begged for everything to be just some sick joke, a prank you planned to get back at him for always being so mean to you.

"Y/N." He choked out before everything spiraled infront of him and went black.

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen au #kpop imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smut #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #enhypen jay #enhypen jay park #enhypen jay fluff #enhypen jay angst #enhypen jay smut #enhypen jay au #enhypen jay imagine #park jeongseong

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baepsaesbae · 3 years

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Babysitters Club

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre— SMUT, fluff, babysitting au, strangers to lovers au

Warnings— Dom!Taehyung, roleplaying, face fucking, oral sex (m and f), bondage, explicit rough unprotected sex please stay safe irl, squirting, choking, hickies, a surprise cameo from Spring Will Come Again!Jungkook because I have no self control

Word Count— ~7.6k

Summary— A generic summer job hunt leads you to babysit rowdy (but still cute) kids alongside the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. What shenanigans will you get into with Taehyung by your side?

A/N— HUGE shoutout to the lovely @kimtaehyunq for making this beautiful banner for me! This was literally the Taehyung I had in mind while writing this uwu. This fic is the epitome of self indulgence but I truly hope you guys like it too! Please let me know what you think! My askbox/inbox is always open, don’t be afraid to come chat with me. Love you all, hope you guys are safe <3

Crumpled up newspapers littered the floor as another ball was apathetically tossed aside. A sigh of defeat escaped your lips as you looked up at the ceiling in desperation.

“Still at it with the job hunt, huh?” your roommate, Hyuna, said when she saw your mess, “I told you to search online. Or try to get a job at a cafe or a boba shop or something.”

“Easy jobs online seem sketchy, and I told you I don’t want to work in the food industry ever again,” you groaned.

“But you’d rather...be a babysitter?” she questioned as she held up an ad, “Wait you could get paid up to $15 an hour? That’s pretty good.”

“I didn’t see that one. Is it an agency or something?”

“Not sure, take a look,” she handed you the paper.

“Oh, it seems like it’s a daycare run out of someone’s house. They’re looking for multiple applicants. You wanna do it with me?! I think it could be fun!” you ask excitedly.

“And spend most of my summer vacation with a bunch of snot nosed brats? I don’t think so. You have fun though!” she blew you a kiss as she walked away.

You whipped your phone out and immediately called the number in the ad. This job was the only one that seemed bearable, and you thought kids were cute for the most part. You’ve had a few babysitting gigs in the past so this shouldn’t be too bad.

“Hello?” a deep voice answered the call.

“Hi, I saw your ad in the paper! I was wondering if there was still a babysitting position open?” you inquired.

“Oh yes! Yeah there’s still a spot open. Um, can you give me a sec?” the man said quickly as you heard wailing kids in the background. After two minutes or so he returned to the phone.

“I’m terribly sorry about that. You don’t have a criminal background or anything right? Gosh, I’m sure this sounds unprofessional but--”

“Nope, I don’t have any charges or anything like that. Should I call back later?” you offered since it seemed like the man was a little preoccupied.

“It’s like this all the time. Why don’t we do a practice run tomorrow? Oh! I mean, whenever you’re available to start. Or technically have an interview? I guess? Hey, don’t put that in your mouth!” the man chastised at someone in the distance.

“I can come in tomorrow!” you said.

“Great! Just use the address in the same ad you got this number from! Oh, and please get here by 9am! See you soon!” the man hung up abruptly.

“That was chaotic…” you said to yourself.

A moment later your phone began to ring. It was from the babysitting guy.

“Hello?” you answered.

“I realized I never got your name! I promise I’m not always this frazzled,” he laughed as rambunctious laughter erupted behind him.

“Oh, I’m ______,” you gave him your first and last name.

“Cool. See you tomorrow Miss ____!” he said before hanging up again.

You were actually excited to babysit. It had been a while since you had done it, and playing with kids was usually fun. Then again, you’ve never had a bad experience with babysitting before. You prayed that this gig would continue the positive trend.

Donning shorts and a simple Mickey Mouse t-shirt, (you figured some kid was bound to like the mousey character) it was time to head off to your potential workplace. The babysitting place was actually fairly close to you, only about a 10 minute drive. It was 8:55am by the time you arrived. A couple of parents walked past your car to drop off their kids. All of the kids seemed to be pretty excited to enter the house, which was definitely a good sign.

You gently knocked on the door at exactly 9am. There was no response as you awkwardly waited for about a minute or so. All you could hear was shrill laughter and thumps that you presumed was the kids running about. You realized there was a doorbell, and sighed at your foolishness.

The door opened seconds after you rang the doorbell. A tall man with dark hair greeted you with a warm smile. You were taken aback by the handsome guy, suddenly questioning whether you were at the right place or not until a child popped up from behind his shoulder and yelled out a loud “Boo!” that caused you to jump.

“Ah, sorry about that! This one is always trying to play pranks,” the man laughed as he playfully jostled the child that was latched onto his back, “You must be ______?”

“That’s me!” you say with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Cool. C’mon in, I’ll introduce you to the kids,” the man led you inside.

The living room was littered with toys, from cars to building blocks to barbies. This place was definitely a kid’s happy place. Four little kids were playing with various things when you walked in. All of the kids there seemed to be between the ages of 4 to 6. At a glance, it seemed like they were all playing house. It took you a few seconds to realize that one of the kids was actually playing by herself; she was just physically close to the other kids.

“Everyone! This is our newest helper! Her name is Miss ____. Let’s all play nicely with her okay?” the man announced.

The kids playing house immediately stopped what they were doing and rushed to you. Two boys began asking you questions in a rapid fire succession, while the little girl merely clung to your leg.

“Those two are Kota and Bel,” the man pointed to the two boys, “The little girl stuck to you like glue is Ava, and the one playing over there is Lucy,” he continued to name each child.

“AND I’M SAM!!” the last boy exclaimed over the man’s shoulder.

“Yes, this troublemaker here is Sam. That’s basically the whole gang! We could get a few more additions as the summer goes on, but these guys are the OG crew. They’re all really sweet kids, once you get to know them. Any questions so far?” your employer asked.

“I don’t think I ever caught your name, sir,” you say politely.

“Oh! No need to call me sir. I think we’re probably around the same age? Not that I’m assuming your age or anything but--”

“He’s my horsey!” Sam interrupted.

“No, he’s the chef!” Kota yelled.

“No, he’s our dad who’s not our dad,” Lucy chimed in.

“My mom told me he was a babysitter?” Bel added, now visibly confused.

“I am all of those things,” the man reassured the children, “But my name is Taehyung. The kids call me Tae or Mr. insert whatever title I have in the game we are playing on that day. Pleasure to meet ya,” Tae extends a hand out to you, “Let’s see how your first day goes.”

The first few hours consisted of a rather intricate game of pretend set up in a fantasy world. You played a princess who was captured by an evil dragon, who was played by Taehyung (you couldn’t help but think about how you wouldn’t mind being his hostage).

The boys were valiant knights on their quest to rescue you. The girls played different creatures that aided the knights as fairies or unicorns or any other things they wanted to be. Most of the game consisted of you and Taehyung sitting together in a corner of the living room. Even though you didn’t have to do anything, it was fun watching the kids play. Their imagination amused you.

“Enjoying yourself, princess?” Taehyung asked as he also watched the children run around.

His deep voice sent chills down your spine. Something about the way the word “princess” rolled off his tongue was so enchanting. You cleared your throat before answering.

“This job has been pretty fun so far, Mr. Evil Dragon,” you smile.

“Hey! I’m not evil, just misunderstood,” he protested.

“Oh no! The dragon is about to eat the princess!” one of the boys cried out.

“What? No, I’m not going to eat her,” Taehyung said defensively.

“You need to pretend to eat the princess so that the knights save her,” Lucy, the quiet one, scuttled over to whisper to the both of you before hurrying back to her spot.

Taehyung turned towards you to appease the kids as they held their breath in anticipation.

“Rawr! I’m going to eat you!” he said in a deep voice.

“Oh no! Somebody save me!” you cried out, playing along.

A few moments passed but none of the kids moved. You both turned your heads towards them in confusion. They stared back at you blankly.

“You need to bite her!” Sam demanded.

“What?” you and Tae said in unison.

“Bite her! Bite her! Bite her!” the boys started to chant.

“But not too hard!” Ava expressed her worry for you, making you smile.

“I…uh…” Taehyung was at a loss for words.

“They’re not gonna stop, are they?” you whispered to him.

He nodded with a sigh as their chanting got louder. You offered him your arm. Kids can be crazy stubborn over silly things. Besides, you’ve done worse for less (college is crazy).

Taehyung shot you an “are you sure about this?” look, to which you just nodded. Once he got the okay, Taehyung grabbed your arm and pulled you harshly, causing your face to be a mere inches away from his.

“Fools! You think you can save the princess? I will devour her before your very eyes!” Taehyung declared with an even deeper voice. He opened his mouth menacingly, as if to show off his fangs. Then, he proceeded to bite your bicep. To be honest, he was being so forceful that you thought he was going to bite you for real, causing you to involuntarily close your eyes.

Instead, he gingerly placed his teeth on your skin so lightly that you could barely feel anything. You opened your eyes to see Taehyung grinning at you with your arm in his mouth.

“Aaaaggghhh GET HIM!!” Sam yelled, leading the other boys straight into Taehyung.

Taehyung quickly let go of you before he rolled out onto the floor. The boys began to pummel Taehyung with their foam swords and pretend bows and arrows. The girls came to your aid to help you escape during the battle.

The little boys triumphantly stood over their defeated babysitter who pretended to be passed out on the floor. You applauded their victory as the girls sat by your side.

“Okay! Good game, it’s almost lunchtime,” Taehyung announced as he quickly popped back up.

“Chef Tae makes the best mac and cheese!” Ava informed you excitedly.

“I wanted dino nuggies!” Sam puffed out his cheeks in disappointment.

“Sam, you know it’s Ava’s day to pick out lunch. It’ll be your turn tomorrow okay? I promise! You guys can stay here and play with Miss ____ till food is ready,” Tae called out as he walked to the kitchen. Lucy silently followed Tae.

“Lucy likes to help out in the kitchen a lot. She sets the table,” Ava explained when she saw you watching Lucy.

“You’re good at being a princess!” Kota butted in as he ran to hug your leg.

“I like your shirt! I like Mickey Mouse too. I saw him in DisneyWorld last year,” Bel said as he clung to your other leg.

The kids took turns holding onto your legs as you tried to walk around. Apparently the thought of making you tumble over was an exciting one, and that kept the kids busy until Taehyung called for everyone.

Five little bowls of mac and cheese were set up on the dining table. The kids took their seats as Taehyung handed out juice boxes. He positioned himself by your side as the little ones began to chow down.

“I normally just eat the rest out of the pot, but since you’re here I can get you a bowl. Sorry about biting you earlier, the kids really like it when I get serious about my roles,” Taehyung chuckled as he scooped out your portion.

“It’s no problem, you’re a great actor. Thank you,” you say politely as he handed you a bowl.

Lunch was spent making small talk with Taehyung. He was a newly graduated college student trying to make extra money before starting a real job hunt.Taehyung had been running this makeshift daycare since he was a senior in highschool.

“Summers are always fun with them,” Taehyung said while smiling fondly at the kids, “How has it been so far?” he asked.

“I’ve been having a good time. The kids are all really sweet! They have so much energy,” you answer.

“They do indeed, which is why playtime is so important in the morning! It makes what comes next easier,” he winked at you before collecting the empty bowls, “Okay kiddos! Who’s ready for nap time?”

Lucy quietly raised her hand while the boys groaned. You figured it would be hard to get those active boys to settle down, let alone to take a nap. You helped Taehyung set up blankets and pillows in the game room. The kids made a beeline to their designated blankets without a fuss.

“Do you sing, Miss _____?” Taehyung asked out of the blue.

“Um, not really?” you say hesitantly.

“Ah, I see. No worries. Everybody ready?” he said.

“Yes!” all the kids replied.

“Alrighty. Do you have any song requests, Miss ____?”

You thought about which songs would make for a decent lullaby, “Do you know Adore You by Harry Styles?”

“I’ll have to look up the lyrics but yeah I like that song! I like his whole album actually,” Taehyung nodded as he pulled out his phone and took a deep breath, “Walk in your rainbow paradise~”

You were shocked by his vocal talent. His voice control was superb and the quality of his voice was downright euphoric. Even though Taehyung’s voice is deeper than Harry Styles’, his range was incredible. He was still able to go as high as Harry without any trouble. All the kids had fallen sound asleep by the time he finished the song.

“This is when I typically have about an hour of free time,” he said after quietly leading you back into the kitchen.

“You have such a beautiful voice! Do you sing to them every day?” you praised him.

“Thanks! Yeah, I sing to them every day. They used to get duets actually,” Taehyung sighed.

“Did you have another coworker before?” you asked.

“Yep. My best friend actually. He’s my roommate too, but he landed an internship this summer so he couldn’t be here. I’m very proud of him! But usually this is a job for two people so I decided to put that ad out. I’m happy you came out! The kids seem to like you,” Taehyung gave you a thumbs up.

“I hope so! Lucy might be scared of me though,” you recalled the way she mostly avoided you all morning.

“Nah, she’s just really shy. She told me that she thought you were really pretty though, so that’s a good sign!” he tried to reassure you.

“I guess it must be true then. Kids are brutally honest,” you smiled.

“She definitely wasn’t lying,” Taehyung smiled back at you.

You had to look away awkwardly to hide your blushed cheeks. There’s no way you could handle a direct smile from this guy. How was it possible for someone to be that handsome without even trying?!

“So what happens after naptime?” you quickly asked to change the subject.

“Basically more playing until their parents come. It honestly just depends on what the kids wanna do. We can play inside, in the backyard, and sometimes we go to the park,” Taehyung answered with an amused smile, “Let’s use this free time to conduct a more formal interview, shall we?”

Taehyung then asked you a series of questions about your summer schedule, if you’re willing to work every day of the week, how you feel about the kids, along with other things. You answered truthfully and kept up a professional demeanor. Taehyung seemed to be satisfied with your answers and leaned back in his chair.

“That all works for me! The people who really need to approve of you are the parents. I’ll introduce you to them later this afternoon. I’m sure they’ll all be fine once I vouch for you,” he nodded.

Soft giggles caught your attention. Taehyung signaled that break time was now over and led the way back to the living room. Kota and Bel were wrestling each other while the others threw pillows at them.

“Did everyone have a good nap?” Taehyung sing songed.

“Yes!” they replied.

“Can we play house now?” Ava asked.

“Yeah! Miss ____ can be the mommy now!” Sam bounced up in excitement, “Our last mommy used to be a boy.”

“Jimin was a great mommy and I’m sure he misses you all dearly. Jimin is my roommate/best friend/ex-cobabysitter,” Taehyung explained.

The game of house was more hands on from your end. The kids demanded you to carry them and read them stories like a real mommy would. It was mainly the girls who wanted to play with you, while the boys took turns wrestling with Tae or riding on his back. You were braiding Lucy’s hair when the doorbell rang.

“Kota! Your mom is here!” Taehyung called from the front.

All the kids trickled out one by one as their parents arrived. Taehyung introduced you to each parent; their reactions were all positive, especially when their kids raved about you being the new Jimin.

“If she’s anything like Jimin, then I have nothing to worry about. I trust your judgement, Taehyung,” one of the sterner looking parents said (Sam’s father to be exact).

“Congrats! You got the job,” Taehyung congratulated you once all of the children were picked up, “We get paid on Fridays. I’ll basically just split what we earn 50/50, cool?”

“That’s fine by me! I’m looking forward to working with you,” you bow graciously.

“Ah! No need to be so formal. We’re partners now! I’m not your boss or anything,” Taehyung gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder, “See you tomorrow!”

Summer was about to get rather eventful. All of the children warmed up to you surprisngly quickly, even timid Lucy (who had arguably grown the most fond of you). As the days went on, you couldn’t help but admire Taehyung’s kindness and patience when it came to the kids. From firm to understanding, he was everything a caregiver should be. He handled spats between kids with ease, often by making them forgive each other then laugh at some silly joke of his.

One afternoon, the kids voted to watch a Disney movie. All seven of you curled up on the couch together with you and Taehyung in the middle. Lucy sat in your lap while Bel sat in Taehyung’s. Halfway through the movie, Taehyung fell asleep. The kids didn’t notice since they were so engrossed in the movie. You however, DID notice. Mostly because he rolled his sleepy head onto your shoulder.

Your heartbeat quickened as you slowly turned to take a peek at the handsome man sleeping beside you. He looked angelic, and you realized that he smelled pleasant too. He had a sweet scent that was uncharacteristic for a young man. You took a deep breath and pretended not to notice him. He didn’t wake up until the doorbell rang near the end of the movie.

He seemed to be confused and perhaps even slightly flustered when he lifted his head from your shoulder, but quickly shrugged it off to go answer the door. The incident (and the drool on your shoulder) was never mentioned.

It had been a month since you started babysitting with Taehyung, and it honestly had been a lot more fun than you expected. The kids are wonderful silly little beings and Taehyung is...well...Taehyung.

You were cleaning up the living room on a late Friday afternoon after all the kids had been picked up. Taehyung was somewhere splitting up the week’s paycheck. Once all the toys were back in their respective bins, it was time to gather your stuff and go.

“Great work this week,” Taehyung commended as he handed you your cut.

“Thanks! Same to you as always. I’ll see you on Monday,” you wave as you open the front door.

“Actually um--” Taehyung cleared his throat.

“Yes?” you whipped around with almost too much eagerness.

“My friend is part of an art gallery showing tomorrow night and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me? I heard there will be drinks and finger foods…” Taehyung trailed off, presumably due to imagining what kind of snacks will be served.

“I’d love to! I’m not an expert on art or anything, but it sounds cool,” you smile.

“No worries, I’m no expert either. I’m just a guy who appreciates neat expressions of creativity,” he nodded humbly, “I can pick you up at your place, if you’d like.”

“Sure, I’ll text you my address. Oh uh, what’s the dress code like? I don’t really attend these things,” you ask shyly.

“I’d say a step down from formal? Like no t-shirts or jeans. Pretend like you’re going on a date to some restaurant that isn’t a michelin star but is still classier than Olive Garden,” Taehyung tried to explain.

“I’ll do my best,” you smile at his peculiar way of describing the appropriate attire.

A smile never left your face as you drove home. A chance to hangout with Taehyung one on one without any kids around? All of his attention will be on you? Yes please. You love the kids and all, but you finally have a real chance to get closer to Taehyung. To be honest, you might have the teensiest little crush on him, but who could blame you?

The next day was spent preparing for your night out with Taehyung. It probably wasn’t a date (90% sure it’s not), but you wanted to look irresistible anyway. You put on a purple dress with flowy sleeves that made you feel like a princess. It was on the dressier side, but being slightly overdressed never hurt anyone.

You usually only had time to slap on mascara and a lip tint in the mornings before babysitting, but now you had abundant time to play around with your makeup. You settled for a soft yet glamorous look with shimmery eyeshadow and eyeliner. Sparkly lip gloss tied the whole look together and made your lips look tempting (or so you hoped). You decided to leave your hair alone since you were having a miraculously good hair day.

“Wow are you sure this isn’t a date?” Hyuna whistled when she walked into your room.

“It’s not! This is just the first time Taehyung will see me actually trying to look good,” you say defensively.

“You’re cute even in ratty t-shirts, but I get what you mean. Have fun tonight!” your roommate gave you a tight hug.

A strong knock on your front door indicated Taehyung’s arrival. Hyuna tagged along as you went to answer the door; she wanted to see the guy you’ve been gushing over for the past month for herself.

Your mouth hung open in shock for a split second when you opened the door. Taehyung also dressed up. He was wearing a bright sunflower shirt paired with a black blazer that perfectly combined fun with sophistication. He wore a red silky bandana looking belt for an added pop of color with his black pants.

“Hey Taehyung!” you greet him happily.

“Good evening, Miss ____. You look spectacular!” he complimented you immediately.

“So do you! It’s funny seeing you not in a t-shirt, though I’m sure you’re thinking the same thing,” you say.

“You’re charming even in your graphic tees, but this is a nice change of pace too,” Taehyung agreed.

“Hi! I’m Hyuna, ____’s roommate,” Hyuna butted in to shake his hand.

“Hi, I’m Taehyung, ____’s babysitting partner,” he introduced himself.

“We should get going,” you say politely before Hyuna could start to get chatty.

Hyuna mouthed an exaggerated “oh my god” coupled with a double thumbs up as you waved goodbye after Taehyung was already out the door. You playfully rolled your eyes but blew her a kiss anyway.

“I didn’t realize you lived so close to me,” Taehyung said as he pulled away from the curb.

“Yeah, it made the job even more appealing,” you nodded.

“I really am glad that you applied,” Taehyung said softly, as if to himself.

“Sorry, what was that?” you couldn’t hear him properly.

“Nothing! I said I’m glad you agreed to accompany me tonight!” Taehyung quickly stated.

“Thanks for inviting me out! I’m actually pretty excited,” you admitted.

The gallery was somewhere in the swanky part of downtown. You gazed out of the window at all of the high end stores Taehyung drove by. Everyone walking around the stores looked like supermodels, which was actually pretty intimidating. What if the people at the gallery looked like that too?

“We’re here!” Taehyung announced, interrupting your thoughts.

There was a decent amount of people wandering around the venue when you both entered. It was basically one big dimly lit room with spotlights on pieces scattered around on the walls plus some sculptures in the middle. Thankfully, the patrons already inside looked like normal people, most of them probably students like you.

“Taehyung!” someone called from the side of the room.

You both made your way towards the voice, only to find a man who was just as handsome as Taehyung greeting you with a bunny like smile. He had long hair that almost covered up his assorted dangly earrings. He definitely had art student vibes mixed with a dash of bad boy. The boys greeted each other with a ferocious hug, indicating that they’re probably good friends.

“Oh! What’s up, I’m Jungkook,” the boy shook your hand once he noticed you.

“She’s my babysitting partner this summer,” Taehyung said proudly.

“She’s replacing Jimin huh?” Jungkook laughed, “Taehyung and Jimin are like my brothers. We were all pretty close in college and are batchmates, even though I’m younger than them,” he stuck his tongue out at Taehyung.

“Yeah yeah okay whatever. Skipping grades in elementary school and bringing in a ton of transfer credits will help you do that I guess,” Taehyung shook his head even though he was still smiling.

“Are these your pictures?” you asked Jungkook, motioning to the mounted pictures behind him.

“Yeah! I took most of these in Madrid, I’ve been working abroad for my dream company,” Jungkook answered you proudly.

“Who’s this?” Taehyung pointed to a picture of a girl laughing by a giant tree.

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous!” you added.

“She’s um...a good friend. She was the perfect model,” Jungook said with a faraway look in his eyes that told you there was more to the story.

“Tell me more about her on our next phone call. Tonight is for celebrating you!” Taehyung picked up on Jungkook’s sudden change of tone.

You enjoyed listening to their old college stories as the boys reminisced about their past together. Jungkook relished telling you all of Taehyung’s embarrassing moments at various parties. Taehyung returned the favor by recalling Jungkook’s past run-ins with women. Despite his natural charm and god like looks, apparently Jungkook gets really nervous around girls.

You and Taehyung were on your own once Jungkook was flagged down by an older patron interested in purchasing some of his work. Taehyung stayed close to your side as you explored the rest of the gallery. Each artist was so incredibly talented as their pictures told stories with just a single frame.

“____ look! They have those fancy charcuterie boards!” Taehyung grabbed your hand and excitedly dragged you over to the snack table. You couldn’t help but smile at his childlike elation.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve been getting tired of being force fed fruit snacks every day,” you laughed as you ate the assorted appetizers.

“I completely understand. Unfortunately, the kids are too sweet when they want to share. I don’t have it in me to turn them down,” Taehyung agreed.

Once the food was eaten, you resumed walking through the gallery. It was fun making up stories to go with each picture. Taehyung seemed to gravitate towards adding a romantic twist to each story, while you opted for a bit of mystery. At the end of the event, Taehyung met up with Jungkook once more to say his goodbyes.

“Thanks again for coming with me, I had fun! I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Taehyung said as he drove you back.

“It was really neat! I liked hanging out with you outside of work,” you nodded.

“Would you say it was a successful date then?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow with curiosity. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened with surprise.

“Was...was this a date?” you asked quietly.

“Did you want it to be?” Taehyung teased.

“I wouldn’t have gotten so dressed up otherwise,” you said defensively, taken aback by his sudden cheekiness.

“I realized I should’ve clarified that after you had already left. My bad,” Taehyung shot you a boxy grin, “But then I figured maybe you would be more relaxed if I didn’t mention it.”

“That’s odd logic, but I guess it worked,” you admitted begrudgingly.

Taehyung walked you back up to your house. He sweetly kissed your cheek and bid you goodnight, leaving you frozen in place.

“S-see you on Monday!” was all you were able to stammer out, to which Taehyung just smiled and waved back.

Hyuna happily freaked out with you once you were back inside. She was watching you from the moment Taehyung pulled back up. She shrieked with excitement once you told her that Taehyung confirmed that it was a date. Hyuna didn’t let up with grilling questions about how your night went. She even asked if the Jungkook guy you met was single, to which you truthfully answered that you didn’t know.

“Besides, he told me himself that he’s scared of girls. You’re scary enough as is,” you teased her.

“Oh shut up. So is Taehyung like, your boyfriend now?” Hyuna asked the million dollar question.

“I don’t think so. I think it was just a date, but that’s a good start!” you declared optimistically.

Babysitting on Monday went on like normal. Taehyung didn’t act any differently, which was both concerning and relieving. You were in the backyard pretending to eat whatever dirt concoction the little kids were serving you.

“This one is for you,” Lucy quietly offered Taehyung a clump of dirt sprinkled with blades of grass, topped with a dandelion.

“Oh, how pretty! What is it?” Taehyung played along.

“It’s a love potion. The next person you hug will fall in love with you,” Lucy smiled.

A smirk crept on Taehyung’s face as he pretended to eat Lucy’s love potion. He made a satisfied “Ahh” sound that made Lucy giggle.

“Tae has to hug me now! He loves me the most!” Sam yelled as he ran over to latch onto Taehyung.

“No, Tae loves me!” Bel argued as he pulled on Taehyung’s shirt.

“That’s not how it works!” Lucy huffed as she yelled at the boys.

You watched with delight as the little kids chased Taehyung around the backyard, demanding that he has to hug them. It was easy for him to juke them out as they constantly ran back and forth. You were content with just watching them until Taehyung began to make a beeline for you.

“Oh no no no,” you cried as you got up to run.

Taehyung (and the kids) chased you around for a little bit. The backyard was on the smaller side, so there wasn’t much space to evade all of them coming for you at once. To make matters worse, Taehyung actually started to try and catch you. His speed was no joke; he was much more agile than you gave him credit for.

With one pounce, Taehyung tackled you to the ground. Somehow he managed to whip himself around while you were falling, so you ended up falling on him. Now wrapped up in his arms, Taehyung smiled up at you with a shit eating grin.

“I guess you have to fall in love with me now,” he smirked.

“You wish,” you laughed as you pulled yourself up.

“Aw now he loves Miss _____,” Sam pouted.

“No, now Miss ____ has to fall in love with Tae,” Ava corrected him.

“That’s dumb,” Kota shook his head.

“Tae! Kota said a bad word!” Bel immediately tattled.

“Kota, remember what I said about bad words. No one wants to play with someone who says mean things,” Taehyung chided him.

“Sorry,” Kota mumbled.

“Let’s play go play inside. Who wants juice?” Taehyung patted Kota’s head.

The kids followed Taehyung inside like little ducklings. You loved that sight, you always thought it was the cutest thing. The rest of the day went by without a hitch.

The topic of favorite movies came up during lunchtime the next day.

“I like Frozen 2,” Ava stated, and Lucy nodded furiously in agreement.

“Detective Pikachu was better. Pikachu is funny,” Sam interjected. The other little boys then began to argue about which pokemon was better/stronger.

“I’m not really a big movie watcher,” Taehyung confessed as he took a bite of a dino chicken nugget.

“Have you at least seen the classics? Harry Potter? Lord of the Rings? Star Wars?” you listed with concern.

“I’ve seen Harry Potter and Star Wars. I think I saw the Lord of the Rings? I can’t really remember. I know I wanted to watch the newer Lord of the Rings movies,” he chuckled at your growing disbelief.

“Newer Lord of the Rings? You mean the Hobbit series?” you were disgruntled.

“Yeah those. I didn’t realize you were a nerd,” he nudged you.

“What of it? All of those are great movies. I have copies of the Hobbit series if you ever wanted to watch them,” you offered.

“Do you wanna watch them with me?” he perked up.

“Sure, I love them! You wanna do a marathon? It’ll take up a full day though,” you warned.

“I’m down. Are you free this Sunday?”

“I believe so.”

“Great! I’m excited to see you geek out over hobbits. Okay kids, naptime!”

You drove up to Taehyung’s place Sunday morning, you weren’t kidding when you said it would take all day. Taehyung said to dress comfortably so you showed up in your sweatpants and oversized college tee. He answered the door wearing gray sweatpants and his favorite CELINE shirt. His dark fluffy hair fell over his forehead and was almost long enough to cover his eyes.

“Good morning! I hope you’re hungry. I made some waffles to eat while we watch the first movie,” he greeted you.

His humble abode smelled heavenly as the scent of dough tinged with a hint of cinnamon wafted through the air. The soft belgian waffles were delicious as they practically melted in your mouth. Taehyung asked a ton of questions with nearly every scene, but you didn’t mind. You were happy to flex your knowledge of Tolkien lore.

Hours later, you found yourself cuddled up with Taehyung as the final credits of the Battle of Five Armies began to roll. Taehyung was still trying to process everything that happened as he asked you clarifying questions about each character.

“Well crap, now I’m sad,” he pouted.

“Yeah, the ending is kind of a downer, but that’s what makes it so good! The Lord of the Rings has a happy ending if that makes you feel better,” you look up at him from his chest.

“You look cute like that,” he observed.

“Like what? Tiny from your angle?” you tilted your head.

“I guess so? Tiny, maybe submissive,” Taehyung’s voice lowered with his suggestion.

“Submissive? Is that how you see me?” you sit back up completely with defiance.

“Not at all. You’re pretty feisty, which is why making you be submissive is even more alluring,” he raised his eyebrow in a suggestive manner.

“Do you want me to be a damsel in distress for you? Not happening,” you smirked.

“Pretty princesses are good for one thing,” Taehyung hopped off the couch.

Before you could say anything, he promptly grabbed you and swung you over his shoulder. You were too shocked by his boldness and physical abilities to retaliate.

“They’re perfect for kidnapping!” he let out a dramatic evil laugh as he carried you off to his bedroom.

Once there, he roughly threw you on the bed. You couldn’t help but look around curiously since this was the first time you’ve ever seen his room. It was surprisingly neat; his bed was made and there were no messy clothing piles in sight.

“Are you an evil dragon then? Capturing princesses and such?” you teased.

“Evil dragon, dashing captor, I can be anything you want me to be. Just please not an orc,” he let out a chuckle before getting back into character, “Just know that you’re trapped here with me. No one is going to rescue you.”

“Oh no! What a terrible situation to be in! What on Earth is this extremely handsome dragon going to do with a poor defenseless princess like me?” you taunted.

“Ok this is all very hot but before we go any further, are you okay with this?” Taehyung asked sincerely.

“I can’t think of anything that I’ve wanted more,” you nodded.

“Perfect. Safe word is red,” he winked at you, “Now strip for me, princess.”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

Taehyung grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of your head and forcefully brought you up to his face, “I suggest not making me angry,” he sneered.

You didn’t think you were one for being manhandled, but god damn that was hot. There was already a tingle between your legs and he hadn’t even really touched you yet. You complied with his request, and quickly tore off your shirt and pants. Though you weren’t wearing any fancy lingerie, you were wearing a gray bra and gray panties that could pass off as matching.

“Mmm what a pretty treasure. It would be a shame to let it gounappreciated,” Taehyung stretched out that last word as he gently ran his fingers from your torso up to your neck before firmly grasping it.

Taehyung straddled you as his long fingers were wrapped around your neck. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss you. Though apprehensive at first, he gradually got more bold with it. His tongue dipped into your mouth the instant your lips parted. His other hand crept under your bra to fondle your breast.

“You take your clothes off too,” you said as soon as the kiss broke.

“You don’t get to make any demands, silly princess,” Taehyung shook his head.

You pouted and reached out to tug at his pants anyway. Big mistake. Taehyung slapped your hand away and slammed you back onto the bed.

“You don’t listen, huh? I’ll have to do something about that. Stay still or else you’ll make things worse for yourself,” he ordered.

You reluctantly obeyed, partly because you were curious about what he was going to do, and partly because you were actually intimidated by him. He returned back to the bed a few seconds later, but with a familiar silky red belt in hand.

“Give me your hands. Good girl,” he smiled deviously as he bound them together, “Remember the safe word is red, okay?” he gently reminded you.

He looked down at you with a satisfied grin as he began to take off his sweatpants. He had an obvious bulge in his underwear that outlined his massive dick. You were further entranced by his physique when he took off his shirt. He wasn’t ripped, but he was still fit, as you could plainly see when his chest was finally revealed.

“Open wide, princess,” he demanded.

You opened your mouth, and even flattened your tongue out a little bit for him. He pulled his cock out of his underwear, finally exposing his full length. You doubted you could fit even half of him in your mouth, but at this point it wasn’t up to you.

Taehyung lowered himself down to you, and teasingly tapped the tip of his cock on your tongue. He slowly eased himself into your mouth, forcing you to open your mouth even wider to account for his girth. He made his way back out once you gagged. He grabbed your head to hold you steady as he fucked your mouth once more. He got closer and closer to the back of your throat until he finally hit it. All you could focus on was breathing as tears welled up in your eyes. Taehyung thrusted a couple more times before he pulled out completely.

“Good girl indeed. Well done, princess,” he softly stroked your chin before wiping your tears away. All you could do was smile meekly back at him.

“Don’t worry, it’s time for your reward,” Taehyung smiled down at you as his hand slipped under your panties, “Oh you’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

He positioned himself between your thighs after he tore off your panties. His thumb fiddled with your clit, causing you to squirm. He placed a strong grip on your thigh to hold you down as he circled your clit faster. Your helpless whimpers were music to Taehyung’s ears.

Without warning, he easily stuck two fingers into you. He didn’t even let you adjust as he rapidly fingered you, his fingers curving to graze your g-spot with every stroke. His tongue swirled around your clit, adding even more toe curling sensations.

Him adding a third finger was the catalyst for the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. There wasn’t even a build up, everything just hit you at once. Suddenly you were crying out even louder as you violently came. Did it occur to you that you were squirting all over Taehyung and his bed? No. Were you doing exactly that? Absolutely.

“Delicious,” Taehyung said as he licked his lips, “Look at the fucking mess you made.”

“I-i’m sorry,” you managed to stutter, you were still recovering from your orgasm.

“It’s only fair that it’s my turn to make a mess now. Do I need to get a condom, princess?” he cooed.

You weakly shook your head. You needed to feel all of him, right now. Taehyung chuckled at your neediness as he aligned himself with your pussy. He slowly inserted his entire length into you until the base of his cock touched your soaked pussy. You moaned together as he stayed still for a second. You looked up to see Taehyung’s face lit up with pure bliss.

“You’re still so fucking wet,” he growled as he began to mercilessly buck his hips into you.

You moaned with every thrust as Taehyung shook the entire bed. Taehyung placed both of your legs on his shoulders, allowing him to hit you even deeper from this new angle. He leaned over to plant his lips on your neck as he fucked you. What started as a gentle peck took a violent turn as he harshly sucked on your neck. He left dark spots wherever his lips touched, and soon you were covered in dark blooms.

“Do you want me to soil your back or your chest?” he asked in a guttural tone.

“Back?” you answer dubiously.

You were immediately flipped over. You were laying flat on your chest waiting for him to prop up your ass, but he never did. Instead, he simply spread your legs wider and fucked you flat against the bed. Taehyung grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks to get a better view of your sopping pussy. You could feel another orgasm brewing as he fucked even deeper into you, and his cock was continuously dragging against your g-spot.

“Taehyung, I--”

“I know, princess. Let it all out. I want to feel you come on my dick,” he demanded.

A few more strong strokes was all it took for you to go limp under him as your orgasm took over. Seconds after you hit your high, Taehyung pulled out and came all over your back.

Once you were all cleaned up, Taehyung untied you and kissed your forehead.

“How was it, princess?” he asked as he stroked your hair.

“I’ve never been fucked by a beast before, but now I don’t want anything else,” you admitted before kissing his neck.

“Good. I was worried about going overboard. As I told you before, I really like getting into character,” he laughed.

“I’ve never been into roleplay but I’m willing to change for you. Oh shit, it’s late already,” you noticed the time on his alarm clock.

“Just stay the night. I don’t think the kids will care if you’re wearing sweatpants or not. I can lend you a turtleneck to cover up those hickies though,” Taehyung yawned.

“Are you sure?” you questioned.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. Be warned, I’m a cuddler,” he pulled you closer to him.

“I guess I can sleep in a little later then,” you reasoned.

“Perfect. Goodnight, princess,” he quickly kissed your lips.

“You’re sleeping like that?”

“Like what?”

“Butt naked?”

“I can put clothes on if it makes you uncomfortable. I just figured it would make things easier for tomorrow morning,” he said sleepily.

“Tomorrow morning?” that got your attention.

“You’ll see! Be patient, princess. Night night.”

Never in a million years would you have guessed that applying for a babysitting job would result in this, but you weren’t complaining.

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allmyspideys · 3 years

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a poe dameron x reader angst that ends with fluff maybe 🥺👉👈

Hi okay so i took this in a little bit of a different way and our “angst” is more like bickering coworkers aka enemies to wounded to… lovers :) i hope this is okay! If it’s not, just ask again and i’ll give you some real angst! Requests are still open btw lovies!!

“Dameron!” You yelled, hopping down from your x-wing, not even waiting for a ladder. Across the hanger Poe Dameron stood with his stupid little hands on his hips with his stupid big head back laughing with the other members of his team.

“Poe!” You yelled again as you marched your way over to him. The little crowd that had grown around him quickly dissipated when they saw you coming. It wasn’t that you had a reputation per se, it was more that you had a reputation with Poe and no one wanted to be close enough to accidentally get caught in the crossfire.

Poe smirked as he saw you coming, trying to ignore the fact that his heart picked up a little bit when he saw you jump out of your x-wing and immediately call his name. He liked the way his name sounded coming out of your mouth, but he would never tell you that.

“Captain,” he said cooly, “that was some good flying out there today”.

“Yeah,” you chided, voice thick with sarcasm and spite, “well I was the only team leader that had some good flying”.

Poe gave a little chuckle before turning and beginning to walk away. He unzipped his flight suit and tied the sleeves around his waist. You faltered for a second, caught up by the way Poe’s tanned and shiny skin rippled over his muscles as he pulled down the sleeves. You couldn’t help but ogle at the contrast between his soft black tank top stretching across the peak of his shoulder. Just for a second you allowed yourself to imagine those arms wrapped around you in comfort, or being used to pin you against something harder, but you shook yourself out of that daydream. It was Poe Dameron after all and there were nicer men in the Resistance than him.

“Don’t you walk away from me Dameron,” you spat, falling in step closely behind, ignoring the voice in your head that told you to flat tire your Commander, “you could have killed someone today! You were reckless and dangerous-”

“Listen Gold Leader, I knew what I was doing and I knew where you were. It was just a flyby,” Poe said, maintaining his cool attitude, “Now go get a few drinks with your team. I know they miss you”.

You tried to hold your tongue, you really did, but there was just something about Poe Dameron and chilled out attitude to everything stupid and cocky he did. It had been building for a while, but mentioning your team was the last straw and you just snapped.

“Well Black Leader, maybe someone else should be leading your team,” you spat, voice full of venom, “instead of someone with a superiority complex with the sole focus on himself”.

Poe spun around and his face was just as angry as yours. It surprised you and caused you to stumble back a little bit, but Poe’s arm reached out around your waist and pulled you close. If it were any other situation, both you and Poe would be reveling in the mutual warmth raiding off of one another and committing the closeness of one another to memory.

“Enough Captain,” Poe noted the way your face showed a flash of fear before returning to stubborn anger, “I am your Commander and you will respect my orders. Now go be with your team and don’t speak to me like that again,” the tension was palpable, but only the quick flick of your eyes to Poe’s lips would have given away that it was because of anything other than the argument you were having, “Is that understood?”. Poe leaned closer on each word, so that his breath was hot on your face and hand warm around your back. In any other situation it could have been hot and enjoyable to have him that close.

You gave a dry chuckle, “Pulling rank,” you leaned closer to Poe’s face, “You only do this because you know I’m right”.

Poe tried to think of a retort, but his mind was consumed by the fact that your lips were mere centimeters away from his. He could only think about the way your nose was flaring out of anger in the same way it flared when you laughed with your team. He wanted to say something, but the notice of your hand on his chest radiating warmth short circuited his brain and he just could think of anything other than you. Poe’s eyes scanned your face for any indication that you were feeling the same way he was and landed on your lips.

At that moment, BB-8 bumped into Poe’s feet, causing him to let go and pull away. He looked over you one last time before turning away again.

“Go be with your team Commander,” he said, sauntering away.

You were both so stubborn and hotheaded, though it showed in different ways. For every instance that you were organized, Poe was impulsive and for every time that Poe was calculating, you were there to point out every flaw. There was a time that Leia thought you’d make a good team. That’s why she appointed you Gold Leader to work with Poe as Black Leader, but the first time she saw you in a meeting, she quickly realized that she was wrong. All you did was bicker, both needing to be right, but Leia knew that one day you’d agree and make one hell of a stubborn decisive team. She knew that Poe would run headfirst into battle if you were hurt and you’d lay down entire armies if it meant getting to Poe. Leia wasn’t the only one to see it, but she was the first to see that behind all the bitterness, there was so much care and concern for the other. It just needed to be brought out, and one day it would.

It happened for Poe first. Poe knew he cared about you, and that he was attracted to you, but he also knew that your moments of stubbornness were very annoying. In that though, you were the only person he allowed to speak to him as you did. Maybe no one else had a reason to yell at him or maybe no one else had the guts, but if anyone else tried, Poe knew that he wouldn’t like it because that was reserved for you. He liked that about you, but he also really didn’t like that too.

Poe knew that you needed to work on your x-wing and he did too, so after asking around your team, he found out exactly when you’d be in the hanger. So the night before, he moved his x-wing right next to yours, so you’d have to share a toolbox and at least talk about that.

You were still pissed off about Poe pulling rank on you and hadn’t spoken to him more than you had to in the weeks following and Poe missed you. He missed talking about new x-wing parts and upgrades. He missed the way your eyes would light up when you talked about your home planet. He even missed the teasing bickering. It all brought so much joy to him. He was going to make sure that his plan worked and that he got to talk to you again.

Poe was working on his x-wing long before you were; he wanted to look like he had planned it before you did, so he could tease you about always finding him. Poe liked to tease you to watch you roll your eyes and flash him a little smirk.

Poe looked up at the sound of your footsteps across the hanger. He was beautiful. The way his wild curls were fully unruly and fluffy made you want to run to him and just run your fingers through his hair. His fingers were covered in grease and arms glistening with sweat. He was wearing that stupid black tank top again that fully showed off his arms and numbed your brain a little bit. As you got closer, you could see the glint of happiness in Poe’s eyes as he tried to shove down the smile that was threatening to burst out of him purely from seeing you.

As you walked by him, Poe called out to you, “When I saw your x-wing parked next to mine I knew you’d come running to see me,” he finally flashed you his big grin causing you to smile a little too, “you just couldn’t help yourself huh.”

“Not when it comes to you, baby,” you quipped back, giving Poe a little bump. Calling him baby was a common joke between you two, but every time it gave a flurry of flutters in Poe’s stomach and he longed for you to call him baby for real. He wanted to hear you call him baby when you woke up in the middle of the night and wanted more cuddles. He wanted you to call him baby as you held his head against your chest after a long mission. He didn’t know that you wanted that too.

Very quickly you fell into a gentle conversation, talking about everything from BB-8 asking for a new antenna and the droid you were looking at getting, to telling Poe more about your homeland and him telling you about his mom. Every now and then you’d ask Poe, “could you pass me …” and every time Poe’s breath would stop for the split second that his hand brushed yours and you gave him a wide smile and a thanks.

As you reached into your x-wing, something sliced your hand and you immediately jumped back, clamping your other hand over it, trying to stop the bleeding before it started.

“Oh dear Maker!” you shouted, face scrunching up in pain. Immediately, Poe was at your side, hands already starting to run over yours, looking for anything that was wrong.

“Here, use my bandanna to hold pressure,” he said, trying to move your hands out of the way to see the cut. You held the bandana over your finger, but started trying to move away from Poe. Every step and turn you took, Poe countered.

“Could you just stop and go get me the first aid kit,” you yelled at him. Poe ran to grab it and came back to you immediately trying to fix you up again.

“Poe stop!” Poe’s deep brown eyes flicked up to yours and you could see the concern in his eyes. You’d never actually seen Poe worried about you. Sure, you had heard about Poe asking your teammates how you were doing or how a mission went, but it was never to your face. Seeing it sparked something deep inside of you, a warmth that made you regret snapping at him.

“I can do it myself,” you whispered, looking down, unable to look him in the eye.

“I know,” Poe tilted your chin up, so he could see your beautiful face, “but you don’t have to”. Poe’s voice was so warm and full of care, that you looked back up at him to see something more than just concern, but you couldn’t quite tell what it was. Poe knew what it was. He hadn’t wanted to admit it to himself for a long time, but finally, the love he had for you broke through. Poe loved you and he wanted you to know.

Poe put as much love as he possibly could into gently wiping away the blood and cleaning up your wound, muttering a small “sorry” when you hissed at the pain. The love he was feeling fueled his hands wrapping yours in gauze and fueled his lips as he gave your palm a small kiss.

“All better,” he said, resisting the urge to lean down and give your head a small kiss too as he put away the first aid kit.

Poe knew that he loved you, but you just felt warm and fuzzy and confused, unwilling to let yourself think that Poe Dameron could view you as anything other than his inferior that he shoved in your face only a few weeks prior. Part of you wanted to hold onto that feeling, letting the warmth from Poe’s hands on yours linger, but the other part wanted to shove the warmth spreading through your chest from the care that Poe gave you so far down. You thought you had, but every now and again, Poe would flash you a smile from across a hanger and your cheeks would get warm with the spreading warmth from your heart.

You’d never tell anyone, but you really didn’t need to. Leia saw it immediately. She saw the way that Poe would gently grab your wrist as you yelled at him for something stupid he had done. She watched the way he would lean back in his chair, resigned to accept whatever you were giving him. She saw that meetings started to go more and more smoothly as you would actually listen to each other and build a plan, together. Leia even saw the few times Poe pulled you aside to apologize for getting too heated when you two did disagree.

Is kind of sad that it took Poe getting seriously hurt for you to willingly admit it, but all is fair in love and war. You were never told what actually happened, but the second that Snap ran into your room telling you that Poe was hurt, you set off running. Snap followed closely behind rattling off the whole story, but all you heard were words. You heard him say “Poe was fixing your ship” and that was the last thing that registered; you’re only thought was getting to Poe.

After pushing your way through people and mumbling excuse me, you finally saw him. Poe was laying on a little cot, right above the ground in the hanger. His whole arm was covered in blood from a gash that no one could get to stop bleeding. You heard someone say that Medical was on their way, but when you locked eyes with Poe, it was like everyone else completely disappeared. You heard your heart beating in your ears as that familiar warmth started to consume your chest.

Poe looked into your eyes and saw that same look you saw in his. It was concern and a little something more, but this time, Poe knew exactly what that little something was. It was love. He knew it and now you knew it too.

“Captain,” he said, still using that annoying chill attitude, “come to see me off?”

You knew it was a joke and that he was talking about Medical guaranteeably grounding him for a while, but it felt too much like death. Tears sprung to your eyes as you thought about losing the love so soon after you finally admitted it.

“Shut up Dameron,” you commanded with a sad chuckle. You got on the ground to lean in close to Poe’s face. “You’re gonna be fine”.

Poe gave you his infamous smile, warming your whole body once again. You noted the way Poe’s eyes crinkled and nose scrunched up a little bit when he smiled. You wanted to see that face everyday. You wanted to wake up next to that face and jump out of your x-wing just to see that face grinning at you across the hanger. You wanted Poe.

“Careful Gold Leader, someone might think you actually like me,” Poe chided. Poe’s grin grew wider as he saw you break out into a little smirk. He would do anything to see that smile, even if it meant teasing you when just breathing was taking up so much of his energy.

You reached out to lace your fingers with Poe’s and gave him a little squeeze. Of course you liked him, everyone knew that, but not everyone knew that you loved him. Though if they looked at the two of you sitting there, they’d know immediately. Poe’s eyes were bright, staring deep into your loving ones, both with a wide smile despite the physical pain, your hands now bloody from trying to help as much as you could, and most importantly, the complete bliss of being that near each other. It may have taken you far longer than it should have to admit to yourself that you loved Poe Dameron, but once you did, there was no going back, and honestly, you didn’t want to.

“And what if I wanted someone to know that I love you,” you asked. Your eyes were still so full of love, but your nervous smile gave you away. Poe felt like he was floating; he knew you loved him because he felt it every time you interacted, but finally hearing you say it made his whole world seem better. Poe reached up to cup your face, but pulled back slightly because he didn’t want to get any blood on you, but blood washes off and your love did not, so you leaned your face into his palm, recognizing the radiating care that flowed from all of Poe’s touches.

“Then I would tell someone that I love you too,” Poe’s voice was laced with love and adoration. It made you feel so incredibly warm and fuzzy, loved and supported, and lucky. It may have taken a long time full of bickering and frustration, but Poe Dameron was guaranteeably your best friend, and you were so happy to be in love with him.

As Leia looked onto the scene unfolding in front of her, she knew that you were finally the team you were meant to be. She knew that you would hunt across the galaxy if it meant finding Poe. There would still be bickering and teasing, but that’s where the love began, and at the end of the day, Poe would hold you in his arms and remind you of all the sweet things he loved about you.

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inaflashimagine · 3 years

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Just One Date

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

WC: 1.6k

Warnings: slight mentions of alcohol, some suggestive themes but this is pretty harmless and definitely chaotic

A/N: I saw @caffeinated-chicken-nuggets post about reader rejecting Gojo after he asks them out and I just needed to write this out. That extra clip between him and Nanami still makes me laugh so hard.

“What did you just say?”

“I said no.” You close your eyes as you try to ignore the sagging of his shoulders and his gaping mouth.

Then all of a sudden, Gojo laughs, the boisterous sound causing you to slightly jump.

“Aha what a funny joke! How about we go to the café with those cute cupcakes?”

You frown, wondering if the blindfolded man was going through the first stage of denial. “But Satoru, I, um…I don’t want to go out with you.”

“S-seriously?” Hearing the shock and slight hurt in his voice is almost enough to make you reverse your decision. Almost. “But why?”

“Do you think we have any time for a relationship? Especially you?”

“It’s just one date! Eat free food with me! What’s not to like?”

You shrug as you turn around, heading to your office as he follows you like a lost puppy. “Maybe ask me again in a few years, when you’re more mature.”

“We’re both 28!”

“Nanami told me about the penis incident,” you finally disclose as you slam the door in front of him. You swear you hear a whine.

–

“But why’d you say no?”

You frown at the young student in front of you. He looks even sadder than his sensei did when you rejected him a week ago. “Is he forcing you to do this? Yuji-kun, blink twice if you need help.”

“He’s asking because Gojo-sensei has been in a bad mood ever since that day,” supplies Megumi, who rolls his eyes at the absurdity of it all. “And now all he does is watch The Notebook and eat a million chocolates instead of teaching us.”

“Ugh, you don’t even get the worst of it,” you groan, nursing your pounding head. “He texts me a singular ‘please’ every day and still has the audacity to leave me a daily voicemail to reveal one new reason why I should go out with him.”

“What’s the best reason so far?” asks Yuji, his curiosity getting the best of him.

You chuckle before answering, “He says he can be my sugar daddy but he’d only give me candy.”

A red-faced Yuji melts in his seat upon hearing that and you try to seize this opportunity to resume teaching (how did your love life even come up?). But it seems that the first years learned how to be stubborn from Gojo as they continuously beg you to tell the shaman yes.

“One date isn’t so bad!” chirps Nobara. “And I know he’s super weird, but we’d greatly appreciate it if you just said yes.”

Megumi nods. “I actually agree with that. I’d never thought I’d say this, but a depressed Gojo is much worse than a happy one.”

You’re about to retort until you hear a banging at the window. The sight of the spoken devil startles you all and you grumble incoherently while reading the sign he’s holding.

“‘Go out with me’? What is this, prom?” You mouth a defiant no, closing the window blinds as you wince at Gojo’s wailing.

“I’m not gonna stop, you know! I’m the Noah to your Allie!”

You grit your teeth, making a mental reminder to buy ear plugs. And to change your Netflix password so he can stop seeing The Notebook.

–

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just say yes and get it over with? Rip it off like a band-aid?”

“Not you, too,” you sigh at Shoko as you glance around. You two are hidden in your office, since nowhere in the school is safe. You’re not even safe when you try to go home, the wounded puppy persistent enough to follow you to the train station with that darn sign.

“Hey, I’m just trying to help you–and my sanity–since you keep complaining.”

“Can you believe he convinced the higher-ups to assign us together on missions?” You scoff. “He doesn’t even need to be there! He just distracts me!”

“Oh, he does?” teases Shoko, sending you a wink.

“Stop smiling, you know I didn’t mean it that way,” you murmur dismissively, although the room starts feeling a few degrees hotter.

Shoko’s unusually wide grin starts creeping you out. “Don’t make me bring up the bar confession a few weeks ago.”

“I was drunk!” You cross your arms defensively as you become fixated with the carpet. “Also, just because I drunkenly said he’s hot and has nice lips doesn’t mean I want to date him.”

“You think I’m hot?” shouts a familiarly arrogant voice.

You gasp as you see the once locked door to your office slightly ajar, the elated face of Gojo Satoru causing you to see red.

“Get out!” you shriek as you attempt to nail his head with a book. But he just uses his Infinity to prevent getting whacked as he skips around the school hallways and sings obnoxiously.

Burying your head into your hands, you desperately plead to Shoko for some aspirin.

–

“So he’s doing it to you as well,” muses Nanami as he views your mission reports littered with doodles of hearts, numerous XOXOs, and a few depictions of you and Gojo holding hands. You also show him the multitude of similar drawings on post-it notes, which he stuffed your locker with. “At least these are, more…pleasant.”

“I feel like I’m back in middle school, this is ridiculous,” you mutter, wishing you could erase the permanent ink on the document you need to send to your superiors. “The bastard used a sharpie.”

“Why did you say no again?”

You purse your lips, tired of having to justify yourself every day these past two weeks. But you let your shoulders drop, deciding to confide in your junior. “Honestly, I almost said yes the first time. And yes after the second attempt and the one after that.”

“I don’t understand.”

You slam your head against the desk quite forcefully before groaning, “I may or may not have made a bet with Mei…”

At that moment Nanami can’t help but see the similarities between you and his immature senior. Maybe a wormhole transported you all back to middle school. “Ah, I see where this is going.”

“She thought I’d immediately say yes if he asked me out while I said I could hold out for a month. And I have a week left but his advances are just getting wilder by the second.”

“How much money?”

“…10000 yen…”

Nanami sighs. “I think I just lost my respect for you.”

That sentence may be the final blow for you. But you realize it isn’t when you receive another call and then voicemail from Satoru:

“Say yes, because according to you, I’m not only the strongest but the hottest!”

–

As soon as you see the tall man walking in the hallways you place your hand over his rambling mouth and lead him to the nearest supply closet. Upon locking the door and turning on the light, you release your grasp, much to his delight.

“Wow, I feel like we’re living out a scene from Grey’s Anatomy!”

“Megumi wasn’t kidding when he said you were in a slump…”

“Nonsense!” Gojo lifts his blindfold, stunning you with those darn eyes but ruining the moment with his wiggling eyebrows. Yet the more he closes the distances the weaker your knees get, your nose overwhelmed with the enticing scent of bergamot. “Are we about to kiss?”

Snapping out of it, you shake your head and slap his chest. “No, I’m here to confess–“

“-your undying love for me?”

“Satoru…”

“Fine, fine.” He leans back, giving you enough space to think. “Although you better not have dragged me here to reject me again. I think I got your message loud and clear.”

You cringe after that, sending an apologetic look his way. “How angry would you be if I told you I wanted to say yes?”

“Huh?!”

As you explain the situation to him, you’re surprised to see Gojo become happier instead of gloomier.

“So you like me?” he cheerfully asks, like a kid on Christmas. “Like, you like like me?”

You stare at him in exasperation. Oh gosh, your crush is such a dork. “That’s the only thing that stuck out?”

“Well, I actually devised a brilliant plan in which I can kiss you right now and you still get 10000 yen.”

“You’re not serious about the sugar daddy proposal,” you deadpan as you warily observe that wicked grin.

But after he eagerly explains his idea, you become just as thrilled that you close the proximity between the two of you, wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling into a kiss you waited way too long for.

He unwillingly pulls back, joking, “So I guess we’re going through the plan?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you mumble against his lips, a reply he thought he’d never hear.

–

“You actually did it,” Mei huffs, a strange mixture of disappointment and respect on her face. As she hands you the money you can barely contain your pride. “And is it true that he hired a mariachi band to sing outside your apartment?”

“So you saw the video,” you say smugly as you count the bills. “He also wouldn’t stop following me around like a sad puppy,”

Mei snorts. “That’s an apt description.” As she laments the loss of her money–she truly believed this one was in the bag–she asks what your next steps are. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna say yes to him now.”

You wink at her as you head to your office, excited to hug a certain person. “One date won’t hurt me, right?”

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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jaybird-fanfics · 2 years

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Thing Of The Past |Ch.27|

⚠️Warnings: This story contains adult/sexual themes, graphic violence, and harsh language, please read with caution. Some of the plot from bnha/mha had been altered to better fit this story line.

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Kurogiri knew something was wrong when the phone call he received from Shigaraki was cut short. He quickly warped to the the League's location. Upon arrival, his intuitions were proven correct. Something wrong had indeed happened. Not wasting any time, his search for the League began. After an hour or so of searching he finally found all of them, they were not in good shape. Badly injured, but none as worse as Shigaraki and Spinner. His concerns only grew, as he was unable to find Dabi.

Making the tough decision, he warped the remaining villains back to their hideout.

Another hour had passed before one of them woke up, Himiko Toga. She filled him in on what happened before he came to their rescue, how Hakai had caused that deadly explosion that had separated them. When asked where Dabi was, Toga could only shake her head. She didn't know, none of them knew. But deep down, they had a feeling the stubborn son of a bitch wasn't dead.

If he wasn't dead, Toga suggested, maybe there was one place he could have gone to...

"Apologies for the wait...The league needed some assistance before I could come here." Kurogiri spoke with calmly. "About fucking time." Dabi muttered. "If you still feel like assisting someone, how about you assist me in killing the motherfucker in front of you!" Kurogiri's yellow eyes landed on Hakai. "Of course. He has been meddling with the League for far too long."

"Tsk, ya send a well dressed puff of smoke here to fight me? What are ya gonna do? Teleport me to a volcano?" Hakai challenged. "That's an idea." Kurogiri said firmly. "Yeah? Well, you're gonna be sending her to a boiling death too!" Hakai shook Y/n slightly, who barely had enough strength to keep her legs from shaking. "The woman will be taken care of, I hear Dabi has quite the interest in her...so she shall be spared."

Kurogiri's body began to expand. "You on the other hand...have caused nothing but trouble for the League, even going as far, to nearly killing them. That's more than enough reason to kill you."

Hakai let out a small laugh as red veins ran down his eyes, neck, and arms. "Then come get some..." Sparks flew off his body. He yelled out as he rose his hand in the air, it twitched as more sparks consumed his hand. He then slammed his hand hard on the ground, not even a second later the ground uprooted and broke all around him. The force was so strong behind the hit, it created a crater around him, blasting Dabi and Hawks flying back. Kurogiri was quick to catch them and teleport them safely onto the ground.

"Any idea how we're gonna stop him?" Hawks ask as he raises himself to a stand. "Without harming Y/n in the process?" Dabi took a moment before looking up at Kurogiri. "Before we destroy this fucker, I need you to do something for me..."

"Of course." Kurogiri nods.

Meanwhile Hakai was preparing another attack. "Watch closely." He said to Y/n. "You're about to see an entire neighborhood, as well as your little boy toys, be completely obliterated." Y/n could barely focus on what he was saying due to the chaos of his attack, but she knew enough that he had full intentions on killing everyone. Dabi, Hawks, this neighborhood, the city, everything and everyone!

'If only...I were stronger! I could at least try to stop him!' She internally yelled, frustrated. If only her quirk was something useful. All she could do is unintentionally aid this monster to his victory...

"Well!?" Hakai yelled at Dabi and Hawks. "Are you gonna actually do something or just stand there!?" Just as he said that, black smoke from Kurogiri's body surrounded him and Y/n. Dabi lowered his hand into some of the smoke from where he stood, igniting it in flame. "This old trick? Yeah right, like that's gonna work!" He held Y/n out in front of him. "You can attack from all sides if you want, but you're only gonna be hurting her!"

Y/n closed her eyes tightly, preparing herself for what might come next.

But it was not Dabi's flames that went through the openings, but rather...Dabi himself! Or rather, multiple Dabis. Each one either reaching for Y/n and ready to attack Hakai. 'Clones!? But...where is the one who made them!?'

"I told you!" Hakai sent out a wave of energy, destroying the clones and knocking away the smoke. "It's not gonna work!" The sludge from the clones blocked his vision, unable to see the attack that came from above. Hawks, as silent as an owl, swooped down and cut down Hakai's back. Hakai's breath hitched, the blood seeping from his back, sent him into shock briefly. But brief was all Hawks needed. He jumped back into one of the warps, coming out another.

He appeared right in front of Hakai before delivering a strong blow to his face. Hakai stumbled, his grip on Y/n loosened. Hawks took the chance to grab her. It was then that Hakai came back from the shock. "No!" He didn't get the chance to get her back before another warp appeared. This time, Dabi came through, creating a large wall of blue flame. The perfect distraction for Hawks to get Y/n to safety, away from Hakai.

"Do it now!" Dabi called as he added more flames. Kurogiri opened a warp behind Hakai. Without wasting a second, Dabi kicked him through before jumping in after him, as soon as he did, the warp closed.

"Dabi!!" Y/n cried, reaching out a hand towards the disappearing warp.

Hakai's hair flew all over his head, winding whooshing past his body rapidly. His eyes opened, and the first thing he saw was Dabi and the sky, which was quickly growing further away. He glanced behind him to see that he and Dabi were plummeting from a great height. With frustrated growl he looked back up at Dabi. "What was the point of following after me!? To make sure I actually die once I hit the ground!? Newsflash! You'll die dipshit! I could survive, but you...no fucking way!"

Dabi said nothing as he aimed both of his hands towards Hakai. "When has this ever worked?" Hakai glared at Dabi. "Even in death, you're as annoying as ever! Just what do you think you're gonna do!?"

The flames build up in Dabi's hands, his own glare never leaving Hakai's as he spoke with a voice laced with venom. "I'm sending you straight to hell..."

"Yeah!? How about you join me!?" Hakai aimed his hand at Dabi, building up his own attack. Dabi's scowl turned into a smirk. "Dumb move...jackass." Another warp opened just a few feet below the two, Haki turned his head. Inside the warp was Mr. Compress, he was holding the same small blue marble that had captured Y/n before.

Once he realized what was happening, everything felt like slow motion...

His body flew down right to the same level as the warp, Mr. Compress threw the marble, Dabi's flames, along with his own energy blast, were all encased inside...along with Hakai...

Inside the marble, he could see nothing, but he could feel the heat of the flames and the sting of his own power. Trapped, with no way out, no way to recover without immediately feeling the same pain from the flames and energy, his body began to finally break. Slowly, agonizingly slowly...he wailed out in pain as the flames consumed his body, his energy, with nowhere to go, bounced around in and out of him.

More blistering heat was soon to follow, as from the outside, Dabi had sent as much flames as his body would allow in that short instance towards the marble. It began to melt, as it did, Hakai lost all feeling in his body...and the last thing he would ever see, is darkness, flames, and the destruction of his own power...

And just like that...his body along with the marble were no more...

Before Dabi hit the ground, he was warped back to the neighborhood where Hawks and Y/n were waiting for him. He fell to he ground, his body smoking from how much fire he just had to use. He was completely and utterly exhausted...But he grinned, knowing that he had finally got to murder than son of a bitch Hakai.

Before Y/n could hurry to his side, Hawks stopped her. "Keigo!" She turned to him. "Wait, heroes are coming." He looked ahead, seeing the number one hero, Endeavor, along with a few more heroes making their way to them. Y/n looked to the heroes before looking to Dabi with worry. Though any worry was quickly subsided by Kurogiri. He was quick to create another warp, from the other side Twice hopped out and grabbed Dabi.

"Dabi..." Y/n muttered. Dabi looked up and gave her a knowing grin. "Wait for me...Y/n..." With that, he was pulled in along with Twice, and Kurogiri was gone in a instant.

The next day, people were relived to hear that Hakai had finally met his demise, and the city was safe once more thanks to the number two hero, Hawks. Or, that's what had been reported. It was Hawks who had taken down Hakai, instead of Dabi. But who would rather hear that some lowly villain "saved" the city than a hero? That night it all went down, Hawks had told Endeavor everything that happened. After careful consideration, they agreed to take care of the damages and harmed civilians before anything else.

After everything was taken care of Hawks stayed behind to tend to Y/n. They were both on the partially destroyed porch of her...mostly, destroyed home.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. Y/n sighed heavily as she leaned against him. "Exhausted..." She murmured. Hawks chuckled, "I figured." He wrapped his arm around her, but quickly removed it. "Sorry..." He cleared his throat. "You probably don't-"

Y/n shook her head. "It's ok Keigo...I should be the one saying sorry." Hawks gave her a confused look. "I'm sorry I couldn't love you back..."

Oh. Hawks looked up at the night sky. The moon illuminated his and her figures with it's soft glow. "Well, I can't make you love me Y/n. Can't make anyone love anyone. Just has to...happen." He shrugs. "I'm not upset with you at all over something like that. You...you're something though. I don't know just what it was that made me fall for you but...it must have been the same thing that made Dabi fall for you."

Y/n looked up at him as he continued. "I don't think I'll ever find a girl as amazing as you are Y/n but, I'll be ok. Eventually." He chuckled weakly. "Who knows...I might be able to find the same kind of love you have for him." Y/n couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. She placed her hand on his, speaking with the most sincerity she could give.

"I hope you do too Keigo. You deserve it, to be happy. Whether with someone, or just with you. Maybe...in another life, we could have been..." You trailed off. Hawks slowly smiled as he pet your head. "Hey I said it was ok. Don't stress about it, I'll be fine. Really Y/n." Hawks looked back at her home. "How about we worry less about my love life, and more about your home?" He raises an eyebrow as he grinned.

"Oh I don't even wanna think about that!" Y/n whined. "How am I gonna afford to fix this? I could barely afford rent!"

"Uh, did you forget you have me?" Hawks nudges her arm playfully. "Huh?" She blinks a few times. "Oh no! No Keigo! I can't ask you to-"

"You don't have to ask. I'm doing it anyway." He stood up from the porch. "Keigo!" Y/n stands up as well. "How about I get you a nice apartment in the city?"

"Keigo!"

"Or maybe a little cabin out in the woods?"

"Keigooo!"

"Or I could get you a mansion?"

"Enough!" You shook him, as he laughed. "Come on! I know you don't wanna stay here." He tells her. "I just wanna make sure you're comfortable." You sighed before crossing your arms. "...Fine. But no mansions!"

"No mansion??" Hawks smirked. "I don't need something that big if it's just going to be me!" You say firmly. "Just...a nice home, nothing too wild or expensive! Just a simple, home. Ok?"

"Hmm...I'll see what I can do kiddo." He nods. "For now, you can stay with me. Cool?" You roll your eyes but gave him a smile anyway. "Cool."

"And about Dabi." Hawks began, Y/n's heart dropped a beat. "I still don't understand it but...I suppose you have some history with him so, I can't really do anything about that." If only he knew it was so much more than that...but there was no way she could tell him...

"But, if he hurts you, makes you cry, makes you sad, even as much as makes you doubt him for a second...you call me, and like a hero should, I'll save you." Y/n gave him a small smile before hugging him. "I will...thank you Keigo." Hawks hugged her back, taking in the nice brief moment.

"No problem, kid."

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Kokichi x Reader x Shuichi sfw and nsfw headcannons

desc; NSFW and SFW head-canons of a polyamorous relationship with Shuichi and Kokichi.

warnings; unedited, polyamory, angst, fluff, cussing, SFW and NSFW, F!Reader, they are all living together, praise kink, crying, begging, kokichi has a master kink, brats, brat taming, shuichi has an aural kink exhibitionism kinda? minor dumbification, overstimulation, rough sex, mentions of spanking, pegging, oral(m & f receiving)

Request; (Danganronpa) I don’t use Tumblr that much so I apologize if this is a bad ask but could you write Kokichi x Reader x Shuichi SFW and NSFW head-canons (or imagines whatever’s easier)? I don’t know if you do personality types but if you do could you just make them a tall Fuyuhiko? If that makes sense, fem! Or GN! Pronouns preferably but I don’t mind either. Thank you and it’s fine if you cannot do this

≈SFW≈

◊ Shuichi would mostly be the one to take care of the two of you.

◊ He’s like the housewife or mom of the three of you, you two being his babies.

◊ These are just my head-canons but- I think Shuichi’s love language would be words of affirmation, while Kokichi’s would be quality time.

◊ By quality time I mean, well, pranks.

◊ I think Shuichi would need to hear actual words come out your mouths to be 100% sure of something. So when you two say something simple like, an “I love you.” before a call ends or before going to bed, he would feel lovesick.

◊ He thinks about it for the rest of the day with a small pink tint on his cheeks(aw).

◊ Kokichi loves pranks almost as much as he loves the two of you. As silly as it sounds, it makes him feel cared for when the two of his loves aid him in pranking. It’s as if you three were a team, a triple threat.

◊ It makes him feel as if you two truly loved him enough to do evil shit like this with him.

◊ I think Kokichi would be a pretty clingy boyfriend, any time he sees one of you, he would immediately pounce on you.

◊ Kokichi is one for PDA, Shuichi is not. I feel like since he already has anxiety, he wouldn’t want to attract any attention to himself. Kokichi doesn’t care, he encourages people to look at the 3 of you. As if trying to communicate with everyone, “They are mine, touch them and get your fucking fingers bitten off.”

◊ Kokichi would call you ‘Thing #1’ and Shuichi ‘Thing #2’ just to fuck with you two.

◊ Kokichi loves fucking with you especially, he enjoys your reactions to his pranks and teases. You’re his favourite victim for him; Your tsundere personality, just a cherry on top.

◊ You and Shuichi both enjoy picking Kokichi up at random times, just to annoy him and fluster him. He’d be talking shit to someone, and you would just swoop in and throw his small body over your shoulder.

◊ Shuichi would pick Kokichi up when he saw that he was bothering someone, muttering a small apology before walking off with an angry gremlin in his arms.

◊ I think something Shuichi is afraid of, is every time he leaves you two to go somewhere, he’s afraid that might be the last time he sees you two. So before leaving, he always makes sure he kisses both of you goodbye, no matter what.

◊ During arguments he would stay calm and collected, trying to understand your guys’ perspectives whilst explaining his. But if one of you decided to storm out, he would instantly panic and act fast. He would always stop you and pull you into a hug. No matter how much the other struggled, he wouldn’t let go. He’s so scared of losing one of you ever since the killing game, he doesn’t want to leave you two with something you, Kokichi or he himself didn’t mean to say.

◊ Though if one of you did need some healthy space, he would let you two go but not without a hug or any type of sign that you two still loved him no matter what.

◊ He hates holding grudges. If you and Kokichi decide to be stubborn and hold a grudge against him, he’ll apologize even if he knows it wasn’t his fault. He’d throw away his pride if it meant you two weren’t mad at him anymore.

◊ you and kokichi would sit on the couch together, playing multiplayer games(fortnite-) while cuddling each other. Sometimes Kokichi would be resting on your chest and vice versa.

◊ Shuichi would catch the two of you cuddling on the couch, sound asleep after playing games and his heart would do an oopsie.

◊ No, scratch that. Several oopsies.

◊ seeing you two like that makes him realize that there is no limit to how much he loves the two of you.

◊ I head-canon Kokichi to be the big spoon cuddling Shuichi while Shuichi cuddled you.

◊ slight nsfw here! unless shuichi had topped kokichi prior to cuddling, then he would be the little spoon, Kichi being too tired to wrap his arms around Shuichi.

◊ being sandwiched between the two of his loves, nowhere else he’d rather be.

≈NSFW≈

◊ I head-canon Kokichi to be the whiniest, most disobedient brat.

◊ He claims he’s a top, but we all know he’s lying(as always).

◊ I head-canon Kokichi, a switch with a bottom lean(the times he tops are exhilarating but unfortunately, rare).

◊ He’d constantly rile you or Shuichi up, all because he wanted you to make him sob, beg, and break.

◊ If Shuichi told him too, he would pound you into the mattress as he knew Shuichi was watching, only encouraging him more.

◊ Kokichi loves when your usual cold demeanour fades away as you moan out from how good he’s doing you.

◊ The way you three would have sex would be, either Shuichi fucks Kokichi from behind while Kokichi struggles not to cream inside your pussy, or Shuichi pounds you while you suck Kokichi off.

◊ There are many many variations you three try.

◊ Sometimes you would top the both of them if you somehow gained dominance over the two.

◊ You would get yourself off in front of them as they drooled to get the smallest taste of your dripping cunt. Dominating the both of them by using your pussy as bait.

◊ Sometimes, you would take out the strap and pound into Shuichi as he sucked Kokichi’s dick, resulting in him screaming into Kokichi’s cock.

◊ Shuichi would truly be the cutest sub.

◊ On rare occasions, if Kokichi finds out you two fucked without him, he would top the hell out of both of you.

◊ He would get Shuichi to eat you out as he dicked Shuichi until he was begging for him to stop.

◊ You’d be pleasantly surprised from how long Kokichi can hold out for.

◊ He would torture Shuichi by riding his soft overstimulated dick, as you rid Shuichi’s face, 5 orgasms in. Shuichi would be crying and wincing from the violent bouncing on his oversensitive dick.

◊ If they are both in the topping mood, they’d fuck you from both holes until you were trembling. Those times being your favourite.

◊ Yes, you had a limp for the next few days, but it was worth it.

◊ During the rare times Kokichi tops, he enjoys being called master.

◊ If you or Shuichi refuse to call him that, oh ho ho, you’ll learn to regret it.

◊ Sooner or later, you’re both screaming master desperately; You two looked like blubbering idiots with tears running down your faces.

◊ Sometimes, if Shuichi decides you two have been bad enough, he wouldn’t let you two cum for a week. He’d just fuck you until your orgasm came up and pull away to finish himself.

◊ But if you beg hard enough, Shuichi might take mercy on the both of you.

◊ After some spankings, of course.

◊ I think Shuichi would’ve been a soft dom if not for Kokichi’s consistent teasing. Causing him no choice but to put that brat back in his place.

◊ At first, you would think he’d be a hard bottom because of his timid personality. However, when it comes to Kokichi, he just goes feral.

◊ If you decide to be a brat too and act cold as if you didn’t want him to fuck you stupid yeah right, he would insert some sense into you, making you think again.

◊ You would be easier to break than Kokichi, for Kokichi he would have to pound him until he was a blubbering, whimpering mess.

◊ Though Shuichi is a brat tamer and enjoys punishing both of you, he is a bit of a softy.

◊ He constantly tells the both of you how good you two are doing when fucking your brains out. He has a praise kink, receiving and giving. It gets him going when he hears you tell him how good he’s drilling into you, like I said, his love language is ‘words of affirmation.’

◊ He calls you a good girl while he calls Kokichi a good boy during sex. He enjoys being called good boy as well.

◊ At first, he is a bit nervous during sex. But when he hears the moans coming out of the both of you, his demeanour changes. He feels more confident when he knows you’re both enjoying it.

◊ I head-canon him to have an aural kink, the sweet noises he pushes out the two of you being his favourite song.

◊ Once you were all satisfied, Shuichi would switch to concerned mom mode after riding the both of you through several highs(if he topped).

◊ He would clean up the both of you before himself, making sure to be gentle, as to not cause any discomfort.

◊ If Kokichi topped, he would just pass out on the bed with you two, too tired to move. He decided to shower with you all once you all woke up.

◊ if you topped, you would cradle the both of them and praise your boys for doing good, kissing their puffy faces(from crying), letting them use your breasts as pillows.

note; i added some new things, did you notice it? ›:) again, i apologize for the wait, i have tons of request to do(which i’m actually pretty happy about)! i worked hard on this, so i hope you enjoy it!

edit: fuck did I make this too long?

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