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rerefundslocals · 1 year

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ADORE YOU [J.JK]

Summary: jungkook just wants to cook for you and love on you as a newly married couple.

>>pairing: husband!jungkook x wife!reader (she/her)

>>trope: established relationship

>>genre: fluff, fluff and fluff

>>word count: 917

>>warnings/tags: jungkook is just cheesy, mentions of jungkooks past with cooking(that one run bts ep), some tears of LOVE and Joy, short brief kisses, they're just vv cute :( lmk if I missed anything!

a/n - welll, uhm, I liked the live but damn bro at 4am? 😭 anyway, please enjoy this short piece of work, I'll be gone for a while. Please send feedback through reblogs or asks, it helps authors stay very motivated <333 {work is not proofread}

{Listen to 'Adore you' by Harry Styles as this is inspired by the song.}

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"You don't have to say,you love me

You don't have say nothing

You don't have to say ,you're mine

Honey, I'll walk through fire for you

Just let me Adore You."

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"You're gonna cook for me?"

"Of course. who else is gonna cook for my wifey?" Jungkook leans down at your figure sitting on the couch, placing a peck on your lips.

You both had just got back from your honeymoon and this is the first night in your shared home, and after a whole day of grocery shopping, Jungkook had decided to stand up and make a meal for you both.

You simply chuckle at his antics, deep down feeling a wave of worry as the last time Jungkook had cooked for you both, the food had stuck onto the plate.

"McDonald's can cook for us too, Kook and it'll be ready in no more than 30minutes." You suggest, hoping he would catch on.

But he doesn't.

"No, that's very unhealthy, we had nothing but unhealthy food during our honeymoon, so let's have something different. Hmm, Wifey?" He asks, head tilting to the side as he awaits your answer.

Looking at him draped in his White Nike shirt, that you suppose he got from Japan and his Grey Joggers ; you pout at him, hoping to persuade him.

Sighing you let out, "argh, fine. Promise you won't poison me?" As your response.

Fists meeting the air in victory and a funny walk that has him tilting to the side all the way to the kitchen, he let's out a strained response, "Don't worry, Princess! You're in good hands."

"Okay, My Prince Charming!" You shout back.

During the time that you scroll through the smart TV and your phone, it's clear to hear the tunes your Husband sings in the kitchen and it has you smiling from ear to ear.

What a beautiful voice he has. And he can sing to you all day and night, cause he adores you that much.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when Jungkook hardly places the pot on the countertop, making you flinch at the sudden hit.

"Come, Princess!" He ushers.

You walk to the kitchen, dressed in something similar as him. Grey sweats and a oversized Prada shirt that belongs to Jungkook, while your hair is styled the way you like.

"Hmm, what's this, baby?" You question, peering at the meal in the pot.

He smiles at you, feeling proud and it had you feeling shy because of how he stares into your eyes when he explains.

"So, Princess. This is my famous Seaweed rice, with fried rice mix along with chicken breasts mixed in with sesame oil, soy sauce and gochujang. And that all for my Wifey." He finishes, lips meeting yours for a loving peck and when he pulls away, you almost want to dive right in for more.

Deciding to tease him, you walk closer to him, hands going around his neck, playing with the hair by his neck. In response his hands wrap around your waist as they rest above your ass.

"Am I the only one you've cooked this for? Just asking since it's so 'famous'."

"Yes, Baby. I used to eat this in college before I met your pretty ass." He responds coyly, Smirking at you, gaze never leaving your figure.

"Mhm okay, l-let's eat." You stutter.

You quickly let go of him, feeling hot all of a sudden as you grab a spoon to eat.

"Wait- let me show you how to eat it." Jungkook stops you, gently taking the spoon out of your hand.

He scoops some rice first and goes over to the pot, scooping his mix into it as well, and when he's done with that, he brings it up your lips, ushering you to open your mouth.

"Open, Princess."

You can't help but ask, "you sure this ain't poisoned, Mr Jeon?"

"Yes, Mrs Jeon. Now eat, you look very hungry, my angel." He chuckles.

You open your mouth to where the spoon can enter and he shoves the food into your mouth.

You chew it up, savoring the flavors, while Jungkook watches with doe desperate eyes waiting for your- preferably praises and compliments to his food.

Lowering the hand covering your mouth as you swallow, you dramatically wipe your hands, head nodding like a food critic.

"Its so good! Give me more." You burst into giggles as you watched Jungkooks eyes relax when you give him a compliment as loud as that.

He questions, "it's good, baby?"

You nod at him as you scoop the mix onto your rice, "soo good! Cook this for us everytime okay?"

Jungkook nods at you, making a cute noise with his mouth as he joins you, eating from the pot.

He feels very happy at this moment with his newlywed wife, in the kitchen eating from their newly purchased pots, in their newly purchased home that they worked very hard for.

"I adore you so much." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver from the baritone in his voice.

You shyly cower as you swallow the last bits of your food, "really?" You look up at the taller figure, staring deep into your eyes.

"Really. I love you so much, Mrs Jeon. Thank you for allowing me to be your husband."

"Aww, Kook. You're gonna make me cry- !I love you more." Tears build up at the corner of your eyes and you hide them by kissing Jungkook senseless.

It's not filled with tongue or the desire for sex, just filled with love and feelings.

Cause in this moment he just wants to adore you and you want to adore him too.

~♥︎~

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sugar-omi · 5 months

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d..demon cove bullying you…. interrupting your prayers... hng

DAY TWENTY-SEVEN — DEEPTHROAT

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : NSFW, gn reader, dub-con (? just to be safe), demon!cove x priest!reader, ooc cove duh, mean dom cove, oral (cove receiving), cove w pp n tongue piercings, reader with no gag reflex, degradation, dirty talk, mindbreak in the works (istg this needs a part 2 or a 'previously on..' cause.... 👀🙈🙈), religious themes ofc, coves tryna sway your faith

synopsis : you’re trying to pray before bed, as you always do. but cove decides to mess with you again, as always, and finds a special trait of yours…

you’re doing your nightly prayers.

or well… you're trying to pray.

instead, cove is floating around you and mocking your prayers for tonight in a shrill voice and babbling about something demeaning about humans as always, his piercing voice irritating your ears.

your nose twitches, tugging your lip. you’re so over it. “why don’t yo- argh!”

cove interrupts you by shoving his fingers in your mouth, his thumb on your tongue and he leans in like he’s inspecting your mouth…

you go to bite his thumb but he holds your mouth open, his thumb stretching your mouth open wider.. he’s a bastard, and you tug at his wrists and move to kick him so you can grab the nearest suitable weapon to beat this damn demon into shape but he moves away and unbuckles his pants, making a show of it.

“instead of praying to that useless god of yours, you should use that mouth on me instead..” cove roughly gathers your hair up in his fist and he tugs his dick over scowl, mocking you. “awwe! you look so cute with a scowl!”

you try not to look at his dick, but his flushed tip is in front of your face and those goddamn piercings…

cove has a knowing look in his eyes, and his smirk just confirms it.

“you look better when you’re on your knees waiting for my dick.” cove’s eyes widened with excitement, his voice switching from gravelly to bubbly. “oh! don’t you think you start worshiping me?”

you snarl, “as if. i’d rather tear this church down with my teeth.” you spit, every inch of your voice and expression full of venom and cove gives a faux pout and whine.

you go to tell him to shut up that obnoxious and fake whining, that he’s not nearly as distraught as he claims to be. but his dick slips past your lips, his head hitting the back of your throat in one fell swoop.

“fuck!” cove groans, forcing your head down and keeping you there, your throat flexing around his dick but not choking, spit having no choice but to run down your chin. “you don’t have a gag reflex..”

he starts laughing, a wicked sound, and later on you'll beg for forgiveness for thinking it's a beautiful sound.. but that’s just one thing to your already long list of sins.

you’ve let this demon run circles around you from day one. even when he slipped his hand down your pants for the first time you didn’t fight him with anything more than a few barks that you’d never feel good from a demon.

but every time he pulled you into him, slipped an invisible hand under your clothes to grope your chest or your sex, or that time he found space for himself in the confession box under your robes,ordering you to listen to the poor soul on the other side…

you have more than enough power to get him off you. you’ve left him sore for weeks by just throwing the bible at his face, there’s no reason you couldn’t push against his wrist to get his lithe, skilled fingers off your sex..

but it feels good. so, so good. his fingers curling against your walls and his long, pierced tongue milking you for all you’re worth. your robes barely hiding the hickeys and bite marks he leaves behind when you’re asleep… you’re not fighting back at all, no matter what comes out your mouth.

that's why cove can shove his dick down your throat, fucking your mouth, and you know it's a bad sign that since he's fucked your mouth so much, his dick piercing sliding against your tongue is making your sex throb and leak, staining your underwear.

and it's especially bad that you're slipping your hand between your legs, palming your sex through your pants.

“what would your parish think if they knew you were such a whore?” cove growled, holding down your head. your eyes rolling into the back of your head, his balls slapping against your chin and making the mix of spit and cum drip down onto your shirt.

you moan around cove's length, drawing out a deep groan from him.

“fuck… i'm gonna cum.” cove growls, his tail swishing wildly like an irritated cat. “where do you want it, on your face? or maybe on your Bible again?”

your brows frown. you don't wanna think about that time.

he fucked you on the pew and fucked up your Bible, and someone from your parish almost saw the cum stain on the carpet…

you'll never admit that him defiling you on the pews, and ruining your Bible, was more sexy than stressful…

you try to speak around his dick, your hands coming up to his butt. your fingers digging into his cheeks as you force your head further down.

his tip is bullying the back of your throat, and you're thankful you don't have Sunday school or any confessionals tomorrow. maybe you can rest, if cove doesn't decide to ‘bless’ the rest of your church with dirty sex acts.

if someone did see, you can already imagine the riot it'd cause… it's an allure you're fighting not to find appealing.

cove laughs joyously, the loud sound echoing throughout your room.

“you're my cum dump now, aren't you?” cove looks down at you, his cheeks flushed and pushed up from the stretch of his wicked, overjoyed grin and you can see a knowing glint in his eyes.

“you'll live and serve for me, abandon your God and let me have you!” cove growls, forcing your head down, grinding the tip of his cock against the back of your throat. “instead of praying for your pathetic, spineless followers and thanking that big fool in the sky, thank me for fucking you!”

cove leans over you, his hands holding you down forces your nose to scrunch against his abdomen, and your short intake of air, or lack of, means nothing to him.

“pray for my reign and thank me for giving your life real purpose.” cove rambles, and you hate how much he's swaying you.

a dark part of you wishes to shake off these responsibilities and trade it for a life with this demon, spending your days worshiping his cock…

you couldn't. shouldn't. you wouldn't do it, but God will forgive you for dreaming right?

"argh- fuck!" cove's cum shoots down your throat, and cove's groans drown out your gagging, more spit and cum bubbling past your lips and dripping down your chin..

cove let's go, pulling you back by his fist in your hair.

his cock twitches, a string of spit connected between your lips and his cock, more strings hanging heavy on his length, taking their sweet time breaking before it hits the floor.

you cough, swallowing what you can and trying to regain your breath.

cove let's you regain your bearings without sass or whatever mischievous thing sits on his tongue. he pets your hair, looking at you with soft eyes.

“you..” you pant, fisting your hands in your shirt. “as.. as if i'd *pant* i'd spend the rest of my days as your damn cum doll.”

cove smiles softly, his tongue swiping across your lips. “we'll see about that.”

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bbysamu · 3 years

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Leaving him in line at the grocery market to pick up something else

⇢ featuring:: OIKAWA Toru, AONE Takanobu, KENMA Kozume

⇢ genre:: domestic fluff

⇢ warnings:: none

preview:: You know how you and your mom are waiting in line to check out at the market only for her to say “oh I forgot to grab something, stay here.” Before you know it its almost your turn and she’s not back yet. This is that, but with your Haikyuu husbands.

❥ OIKAWA Toru

You look down at your list and groaned. “argh Toru we forgot the strawberries.” He glances up from his phone, “want me to grab it?” “no it’s fine, I'll go.” Oikawa nods and returns back to his phone. A few minute passes and he starts to get more nervous awaiting for your return. He shoots you a quick text, glancing as the customer in front of him checked out. “next!” Oikawa quickly looks around for your figure. “NEXT!” the cashier yells louder. “oh I'm sorry.” He quickly puts the items on the counter. “hey, please take your time. My wife is still grabbing something. She’ll be right back.” The cashier looks at him deadpanned and continues his pace. Oikawa begins to get more nervous. You finally come running up with the strawberries and finish the checkout process smoothly. As soon as you guys get to the car, your husband starts complaining. “why’d you take so long? You have no idea what happend to me.” “stop being so dramatic.” He pouts, “it’s true. The cashier was so mean to me. He even yelled at me” He whispers. You roll your eyes and made a mental note to never leave him in line by himself anymore.

❥ AONE Takanobu

“babe, I forgot to grab the butter. I’m gonna go get it. I’ll be right back.” Your husbands nods silently before picking up the basket and moving forward a little bit. Seeing as there are still five customers in front, he pulls out his phone to do some mindless social media scrolling. A timid tap on his shoulder brings him back to reality, “it’s your turn”. Aone looks around confused, trying to register in his mind where the five customers in front went and why are you not back yet. As he was thinking, no one else dares to interrupt the huge man. The line behind him gets longer. Finally the cashier asks, “sir? are you ready to checkout.” He looks up and the cashier shrinks back (just a little). Right on cue, you come back with the stick of butter and pick up the basket. “what are you doing, its our turn!” “what took you so long?” “I got distracted by the free samples”. You won’t ever leave Aone by himself in line again.

❥ KENMA Kozume

“don’t go. It’s fine we don’t need that.” Kenma says, stopping you from leaving. “babe, don’t be silly. What’s spaghetti without tomatoes? I’ll be right back.” “that’s what you always say.” “it’s true this time.” Kenma finally lets you go, giving you the benefit of the doubt. One minute passes, then two, then five. The line in front of him dwindles until one more customer and it’s his turn. Kenma glances around nervously for you. “next in line please!” Kenma puts all the groceries and watches as the cashier checks everything out without you in sight. “um...my wife will be right back, she’s just grabbing something.” He says quietly. “what did you say?” The cashier strains his ears. A red blush rose to his face, “never mind”. You come running up at the moment, “wait wait! I have one more thing here.” Kenma breathes a sigh of relief. Walking to the car he says, “next time I'll be the one to grab the things and you can wait in line.” “but...” You try to protest. “No. never again.”

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justkeums · 3 years

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EPEX reaction to their s/o kissing them out of nowhere and running away

𖥻　fluff 𖥻　requested 𖥻　author's note: thank you for the first request anon! it took kinda long (?) because i was cramming some school stuff lol

「 wish 」

his mouth wouldn't keep shut

he's nagging you that you should take care of yourself more

you have no energy to argue back at him so you just peck his lips while he was talking and run

and it worked

but be ready to run for your life because you chose the wrong person to mess with fr

no matter how fast you run, he will still catch up to you

when it comes to any physical battle, he always wins, even with the members

he locks you in his strong arms so that you can't run anymore

you burst in giggles while he tries to remember what he was talking about earlier

"what was i talking about again? argh! you win!"

「 keum 」

he's lying down on the floor after dancing

and he was spacing out because he was tired

while you were wiping the sweat on his face, you steal a kiss on his forehead and run

you wanted to show how you're proud of him

he didn't notice it at first because he was spacing out

and when he did, he will def chase you to return the kiss

now both of you are grinning like idiots

he locks you in a backhug and kisses the top of your head

starts surprising you with kisses every now and then

"you literally give me energy everyday."

「 mu 」

while waiting for you, mu was taking some selcas pls for me he's epex's selca king

you move towards him discreetly as you can

as he take selcas, you jump in and kiss him on his cheek and run because you were so shy

and it was caught in the picture

you kissed his left cheek while he did his fave pout face

his face and ears got so red

he's prolly so embarrassed but at the same time, he can't stop looking at your picture together

he was standing on the same spot while he waited for you to walk back to him

at the end of your date, you notice his lockscreen and it was your picture tgt ♡

"we should take more selcas... we look cute together."

「 amin 」

you were having a movie date at your house

cuddling together side by side

but the movie was starting to get boring for you

while amin was so invested in it

so you try to playfully kiss him on his cheek

but when you try to run, you are pulled back in your seat

because his hand was holding yours!!

so now you are so shy at your failed plan

amin was smiling ears to ears and will probably tease you nonstop

"you know you can never run away from me."

「 baekseung 」

you were on a study date with baekseung

he can't trust himself to study alone because he'd either get distracted or fall asleep

you finished your assignments faster than him

meanwhile, his head's already swaying and is about to doze off

so you kiss him to wake him up and run

it did wake him up !!

but he thought it was just a dream pls because you were out of sight

he was literally looking for you like a lost baby

it's both funny and cute to you but you also feel kinda bad

"i think i dreamed that you kissed me on the cheek?"

「 ayden 」

study date (again bcs they're still boys pls) with ayden

but this boy's serious compared to baekseung

you see him almost bury his nose in the book

you feel ignored (?) almost but you just feel the need for his attention

so you kiss him on the cheek and run

he will drop down his book to catch you

he just holds your hand so you won't run off again

starts checking up on you if you still want to study or if you were upset

he'll say sorry and kiss you back on the cheek as an apology

"i didn't mean to ignore my baby.

「 yewang 」

you were playing video games with yewang

tag team, ok, not against each other

when you both won, the two of you jump and hug in joy

and you unintentionally kiss him on the lips

you run because you got so shy

and he also got shy and was blushing!!

but he'll run after you and drag you back to where you were sitting

asks for another game with you because he feels like he can gain more kisses

ofc you cant say no. how can you say no jk

"if we win again, can i get you another kiss?"

「 jeff 」

baby jeff was talking about his favorite songs

you find him cute as he talk passionately about music

and his cheeks look so cute

so you kiss him but you got shy and run

he was so shocked that he's frozen in his place

you broke him pls

it takes him a full minute to understand what happened

you walk back when you start to feel bad and apologize

now both of you can't look at each other in the eyes

he probably forgot what he was talking about

"why are you saying sorry? i liked it."

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bitcher-of-blaviken · 3 years

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The Death of a Bard

Rating: T Warnings: None WC: 1,783 Tags: Modern AU, family shenanigans, Geralt is a good dad, fluff, nobody is dead i swear

Geralt sniffed and subtly wiped a tear from his eye as Yennefer stood beside him, a hand on his shoulder. Eskel stood on Geralt’s other side, a box of tissues clasped in his large hands. In front of them, Jaskier laid in the long makeshift coffin, his hands clasped over his stomach with flowers tucked under them. They were just wildflowers that Ciri found out in the backyard where they were all standing, but it’s how Jaskier would have wanted his funeral to be like. Off the cuff, nothing grand, a cheap cardboard box instead of a grand and beautiful coffin of mahogany and a plush velvet interior. Geralt knew that this was what the humble musician would have always truly wanted.

Lambert stood on the other side of the box. “Dearly beloved and hated, we are here to celebrate the death of Jaskier—“

“It’s to celebrate the life, Lambert,” Geralt interrupted. He cleared his throat and sniffled again. “He had a good life. He deserves to be celebrated.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Lambert retorted with a scoff. He fumbled with the wrinkled paper in his hands. He was dressed in his nicest outfit, which was his work uniform for the post office. It was sufficient. “We are here to celebrate the life of Jaskier, who died from a fatal gunshot wound in the stomach. He bled out slowly and painfully, murdered in cold blood.”

“Who would do such a horrible thing?” Eskel lamented, his voice watery. “He was so young. He had so many more years ahead of him, so much more music to make, so much— I’m running out of words.” He choked out a sob and took a tissue out from his box to blow his nose into it, comically loud.

“Nobody move,” Ciri called out, walking out with an oversized fedora on. It was nearly falling over her eyes as she stomped out, her chest puffed out despite the large trenchcoat she wore trailing half behind her on the ground. “We have reason to believe the murderer is among this group. Nobody gets in or out.”

Gasps came from all of them.

“Oh come on lady, all of us loved the guy. Some more than others,” Lambert said with a pointed look at Geralt, who flushed. “None of us would kill him. We don’t even have guns.”

“Is that so?” Ciri asked, showing them all a plastic ziploc bag. Inside was a tiny, bright pink water gun. “I’m Detective Cirilla. We found this on the crime scene.”

More gasps from all of them, though there was barely suppressed snickers from Lambert.

“You think this is funny, do you?” Ciri asked as she strode over to Lambert. “There is a man dead in front of us and you think to laugh? Sounds like something the murderer would do.”

“No I’m laughing because it’s a fuckin’ pink water gun,” Lambert interjected with a grin.

“Language,” Yennefer chided.

“No, it is the murder weapon and you better start giving an alibi or you’re going to jail for some interrogation,” Ciri insisted with a shake of the ziploc bag. The harmless water gun rattled around inside of it.

Lambert cleared his throat and put his hands up at the equally hard stares from everyone else at the funeral. “Fine,” he relented. “I was in the kitchen, getting dinner ready.”

“What were you cooking?” Ciri asked, her tone and glare so serious that Geralt even saw Yennefer have to bring a hand up to suppress a smile.

“Pancakes,” Lambert replied equally as seriously. He even crossed his arms and leaned down to meet Ciri’s glare, their noses nearly touching.

“Hm. A likely story,” Ciri relented with a huff. She marched over to Eskel and pointed a tiny finger up at him. Geralt had to hand it to him, he still managed to look convincingly frightened even with an eight year-old in a too big hat and far too big trenchcoat pouting up at him. “And what about you? What were you doing at the time of the murder?”

“I was just— reading with Kitty curled up on my lap. I wasn’t able to move, much less murder someone. I’ve never seen that gun in my life,” Eskel defended, his hands up. “I swear detective, I would have never!”

“I see, and you?” Ciri asked as she whirled around to point at Geralt.

“You think I would have murdered him?” Geralt asked, his tone coming out more flat than it probably should have. He wasn’t good at the theatrics like Eskel and Lambert were. “We just married last week, we were supposed to go on our honeymoon. You were there detective.” It was true, Ciri had married him and Jaskier last week.

“I see,” Ciri said, rubbing her chin as she thought. “But what about his will?”

“What about it?” Geralt asked.

“I have it here,” Lambert said as he cleared his throat. He pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it.

“Well? Don’t tarry on man, read it!” Ciri demanded. Geralt bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. At least she was learning a wide range of vocabulary.

“Yeah yeah, it says ‘If I die, I leave all of my earthly possessions to my newly wedded husband Geralt, including…” Lambert gave a loud gasp.

“What does it say? Including what?!” Ciri asked.

“It says ‘Including my super duper big family inheritance that I have stored away in the coast of Belize’. He was loaded!” Lambert exclaimed.

“Let me see that,” Ciri said as she snatched the paper out of Lambert’s hands. She hummed as she looked over the paper, which really just had the will written out in crayon with multiple words misspelled, including Geralt’s name, but nobody commented on that. She gasped and waved the paper. “This will is forged! I knew it!”

Everyone else gasped as well.

“Forged?” Yennefer asked.

“Yes! His signature was faked,” Ciri decided as she showed the paper to Yennefer.

A loud snore from the “coffin” interrupted them, and Geralt kicked the cardboard box. Jaskier gave a yelp from the jostling.

“Corpses don’t snore,” Geralt chided.

“Sorry, sorry, I was just comfy, and you all were droning on, it faded into background noise,” Jaskier mumbled. He yawned and rubbed his eyes as he settled back in the cardboard box. He reached up with one hand, gesturing in a small circle. “Continue.”

“Thank you sir,” Ciri said with a nod. “Sorry about your death.”

“Thank you for your condolences detective,” Jaskier said. “I shall now go back to being dead now. Blargh.”

Geralt huffed a laugh as Jaskier put his hands back on his stomach and clasped them over the flowers again.

“Now! Who would gain from such a forgering, if not Geralt!” Ciri declared as she rounded back on Geralt. “You murdered your new husband in cold blood, to take his secret fortune for yourself!”

“I wouldn’t,” Geralt protested with another sniffle. “I— loved him. A lot. I was really looking forward to the honeymoon. We even had our entire trip planned.” He produced the two strips of green construction paper from his jacket pocket, with the words “Honeymoon tickets” written on them in crayon with a lot of little red hearts around the words.

“I see,” Ciri said, taking the tickets from him to inspect them carefully. “But then why forge the will?”

“I was framed,” Geralt sighed. “Someone must have wanted me to be out of the way. Someone who would have gotten the fortune instead.”

“Someone like..his long lost sister?!” Ciri asked as she pointed an accusatory finger at Yennefer.

“How did you know detective?” Yennefer gasped, a hand on her chest.

“In the victim’s bedroom, I found the actual will stuffed under the mattress!” Ciri said as she whipped out another piece of paper. Everyone gasped again. “But this one says the exact same thing as the forged one! Everything is to be left to Geralt, including his super duper huge family fortune! So why would Geralt have forged a will if he was going to get Jaskier’s family fortune anyways?” She waved the paper at Yennefer. “So I looked around, and found a chain of letters between you two! He wanted to reconnect with his lost sister, and told you about the fortune he inherited from your parents that he was going to share with Geralt!”

“It should have stayed in the family!” Yennefer cried.

“Exactly! And if the forged will was deemed trash and I hadn’t found the true will, then it would have gone to you!” Ciri said with a proud grin. She mirrored Yennefer’s pose, her hands on her hips as she puffed her chest out. “Case closed!”

“Argh, I was so close to getting away with it,” Yennefer said as she offered her hands for Ciri to clasp the toy handcuffs on her.

“Close only counts in horseshoes, hand grenades, and— um.” Ciri paused, trying to remember.

“Certain nuclear weapons,” Lambert reminded her with a snicker.

“Yeah!” Ciri said with a grin. “Just like my Uncle Lambert always says!” She bounced and grabbed one of Yennefer’s hands. “The judge has already decided your sentence. It’s a thousand years in jail! We’re locking you away for a long time.”

“That seems fair for a murder,” Yennefer relented as she let Ciri tug her back into the house.

Geralt smiled as he watched them disappear inside, and he turned to help Jaskier stand up out of the box. Jaskier winced and rubbed his backside.

“Ah, that was cold,” he said.

“I told you,” Lambert snickered. “Not so funny when it’s your turn to be dead, now is it?”

“I think I liked it better when Ciri was marrying us to each other,” Eskel muttered. “Are you sure she should be watching those crime shows?”

“Can’t really stop her,” Geralt said with a shrug. “It teaches her big words, and at least that way we don’t have to try to explain to her what incest is and why it’s bad.”

“I was having the time of my life,” Lambert teased with a snicker. “I rocked that wedding dress.”

“Geralt wore it better,” Jaskier fired back with a grin.

“Dead people don’t get opinions,” Lambert said as he led the way to the house again. “Come on, let’s get inside before the detective eats all of the carrots.”

Jaskier slipped his hand into Geralt’s and kissed his cheek. “I absolutely would leave you my super duper big family fortune that I stashed on the coast of Belize if I had it,” he cooed.

“I know,” Geralt chuckled.

“Do you think she even knows where Belize is?”

“Probably not.”

#the witcher #geraskier #lambert #eskel #cirilla fiona elen riannon #ciri #yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg #geralt of rivia #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #who had a weird imagination as a kid raise your hand #my writing #trying to get the hang of posting my writing more on tumblr

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Keeping Up With The Hollands | 04

Summary: You and Tom were offered to document your life since you are both famous in the entertainment industry. Now as you got older you left the entertainment industry and head for the medical field. How difficult can it be? Also, did I mention that you have kids?

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WORDS: 1.6+k

Writting this made me laugh at some parts pfftt. Anyway let's pretend that Far Away From Home was shooting during the time the boys were of age (forgot their age ngl 2 or 3 somewhere there)

Tom woke up first, sensing something on his face. He opened his eyes and catch a small foot in front of him. In confusion, he turned and notice all of his children on his king-size bed. Slowly but gently, he removed the feet that belonged to Edward.

He got up and head to the kitchen. Preparing breakfast for the family. His girlfriend Y/N was on a press conference for her charity.

"So today, we are going on the set of Spiderman Far From Home. Um, I'm not really sure how I'm going to do that and take care of four children. I know Harrison said he will be there but... I'm scared" he said to the camera as he tries to flip the pancake.

"I actually tried hiring a babysitter, they only lasted a few hours. I think I had forgotten to tell them that there would be more than one kids. Anyway, Ed and Chase gave them hell so they all left." After flipping the pancakes, Tom separated them, one for each boy and three for him, with some whipped cream on them.

Finish fixing up breakfast, he goes to wake up the boys, seeing as they are on a time limit. When he got there, he saw Jake up, trying to wake up his brothers.

Tom smile and ruffle the boy's hair, "Morning bud, you slept well?" Jake gave him a toothy grin and nodded. Jake got up and jumped into Chase's body making the boy yell, which woke up Max.

"Get up" Chase got up and pushed Jake down the bed, the two starting a fight. Jake's leg accidentally kicked Ed in his face, making the boy cry. Tom pulled away Chase from Jake and grabbed Ed, trying to soothe his nose.

"Alright, alright, it was an accident okay? You're okay" Once the boy calmed down, he picked up Maxton and carried him to the kitchen, as his two other ducklings followed.

Chase and Jake climbed into their highchair while Tom put Ed and Max in there's. He grabbed the prepared plates and gave them it.

Tom sat down in front of them, trying to feed each of the boys, "Chase is the only one who could fully feed himself, so I have to help the others."

Max took a piece of pancake and gave it to Tom, when Tom saw what he was doing, he opened his mouth and let Max feed him.

"Thank you Max for sharing." Max smiled and nodded and continued eating. After the boys were finished, Tom took their plates and washed them.

When he was done, he went to get the boys dressed including himself.

They made it to the studio safely. Tom took out each boy and placed name tags on them. He took Chase hand's who was holding Ed, then Jake's then Max and walked towards the entrance.

"Pa where we at?" Questioned Ed as he looked around the building.

"Well, we're at my work. You get to see Ironman, Thor-"

"Do we get to see Batman?" Tom looked at Max as if he just asked the weirdest question. As he was going to answer, Ed beat him to it.

"No stupid, they have Captin America"

"Aye! Don't call your brother stupid!" Ed pouted but kept quiet. After checking in with security and handing the children their passes they were allowed to enter.

As they were walking, Tom felt something heavy on his foot. He looked down and noticed Maxton was on it, he let out a sigh and tried to get the boy off of him.

"Max let go, I need to walk"

"No"

"Max, come on buddy, I need my foot"

"No"

Tom huffed and bent down, then he grabbed the boy making him scream. He tried shaking the boy off his foot but he wouldn't move. Giving up, he grabbed back Chase's hand and dragged his right foot.

"Stay then. Bloody hell"

On his way to his trailer, he showed the boys all the objects that were on the walls, the posters, the banners, the pictures of people etc etc.

Tom had left the boys in the lounge area with his stylist, Rachael since she asked too. He was grateful for that, but what he didn't mention was that they were slippery. Literally.

The poor woman's attention was more focused on Jake and Maxton fighting to get the last box of juice, that she didn't notice that both Ed and Chase were missing. Somehow, both boys ended up by the set where Tom was shooting his scene for Far Away Home.

They watch as 'Spiderman' fought Mysterio. Wanting to go help his father, Chase quickly took off his clothes and ran onto the set and started hitting Mysterio.

(I'm sorry I had to laugh at this scene pffttt)

"Someone's Kid is on set!" someone shouted

"Tom's!"

"Whoa! Hey hey! Get me down!" Tom yelled when he notices what's going on. Jake who was playing as Mysterio, 'fell' onto the ground yelling, "Argh! You got me! Man down!" Giggles and laughter could be heard around the seat.

After they got Tom down, he quickly grabbed his son, and shield him, "Mate, I get you're trying to save me and all but you need to keep your clothes on"

Chase smiled at his father, dimples on display. Tom couldn't hold in his laugh and just started bursting out. Jake got up from the ground and head over to the duo. "I guess we have a new spiderman?"

The director yelled for everyone to take a break, Tom, Chase and Jake head over to where Ed and Jacob were enjoying themselves at the buffet table.

"Ed, I thought I left you at Rachel's? Why didn't you stop your brother?"

"He's older" "Yes he is, but you know sometimes he acts like a div and you're stronger than him, so why didn't you?" "I saw food" Both Jake and Jacob laughed at that while Tom let out a sigh. He picked up the other boy and carried them to who knows where. They spent a good few minutes looking for the other two Hollands. After giving him, Tom carried the two to the lounge area. Tom got irritated when he saw both Jake and Max sitting next to Zendaya and Angourie who was entertaining the two.

"You're shitting me right?" The four turned towards the voice, Max with his bag on his back and Jake running up to their father's leg and hugging him.

"Daddy said a bad word" "Pay the cookie jar!" Both girls laughed at their friend, watching as his children scold him for cursing. Tom squeezed into the girls and sat on the couch. Noticing that his brother was nude, Max goes up to Tom and turned around. The said man opened the bag and took out some clothes.

While he was putting on the clothes on his eldest son, he kept mumbling about how 'what's with you and clothes?' and 'I will glue them onto you' or 'You have some issues with clothes'

Both girls found the whole scene to be entertaining considering the eldest son was fidgeting and feeling squirmish. Zendaya who had Max on her lap, played with the boy's hair while Angourie tickled Jake. Ed kept on enjoying his juice box.

After finishing dressing the boy, Tom took out a juice box from the bag and handed it to Chase. "Now keep your clothes on okay?" The boy nodded his head in return.

"So what's his issue with pants? Is it too tight or something?" Questioned Zendaya.

"No. He just doesn't like clothes for whatever reason. We're trying to break him out of it but it's hard. The lad just likes to keep his bits cool" "Tom never say that again please" "I'm just saying"

As he was going to say something else Rachel burst into the room panting and sweating, gasping for air. Quickly Tom got up and handed her a bottle of water while Zendaya rubs her back.

"Are you okay?" questioned Angourie. After calming herself down, Rachel turned to Tom and quickly started spurting out apologizes, "I-I'm sorry, I got distracted by Max and Jake? I think and then I lost the other two and then I told the two that were with me to stay put but when I came back they were gone!"

"Rachel, love, it's alright. I forgot to explain hay they tend to wonder about so that's my fault. I shouldn't have given you four kids. They are a lot to handle" After trying to reassure the woman, he turned to his troublemakers who all gave him a cheeky smile.

"You should apologise for worrying Mrs Rachel."

"We're sorry" The woman nodded her head and left the room, feeling tired after all of the stunts that were pulled on her today.

Since Chase interrupted the scene, the director decided to call it a day and sent everyone home. After Tom changes out of his suit, he heads back to the lounge to pick up his troublesome children.

Once they got home, Tom took them to the shower, after doing that he dressed the boys into their nightwear with the extra stress from Chase.

Once they were out cold, Tom grabbed his phone and called his wife.

"Hey love"

"Hey, you sound tired, how was today?" He took his hand and rubbed his forehead. A minute had passed.

"It was alright until Max and Jake gave Rachel the slipped, then while I was shooting Chase ran onto the scene and started hitting Jake" "He what?!" "Oh! Not our Jake, I mean Jake Gyllenhaal" "Almost got me rilled up"

"Yeah no, we were shooting a scene and Chase thought I was being attacked so he started hitting Jake, it was cute and funny but it did give me the day off. I got them ice cream, so we had a good day, yeah"

"Well I'm glad you guys enjoy yourself" "Yeah.. I miss you. I'm going to bed alright?" "Sure, night, love you" "Love you too"

Tom hangs up the phone and heads to bed, as soon as he laid down, he heard yelling in the other room.

"You got to be pissing me!" He complained but head into the other room to try and get his trouble makers back to sleep.

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merryfortune · 3 years

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Sweet Dreams Under the Sea

Written for 100ships on Dreamwidth

Prompt #40 Ocean

Main Ship: Chongire/Numeri

Other Notable Relationships: Chongire & Elda, Elda & Numeri

Fandom: Tropical Rouge PreCure

Word Count: 1,634

Rating: G

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Tags: Fluff, Bittersweet Ending, Domestic, Found Family

“Excuse me, Elda, but it is past your bedtime.” Butler said, peering in closer to the girl, his eyes unnerving but Elda was unrelenting. “Early to bed, early to rise, makes a girl healthy, pretty, and wise.”

“I don’t wanna.” Elda pouted, her arms flailed as she held tightly onto her dolls.

Chongire who had been walking past the hallway overheard and decided to, “I don’t see any harm in letting her stay up. Imagination play is good for kids or something like that.”

Butler sighed and shook his head.

Numeri, who had been following along with Chongire, giggled, “I’m sorry, Chongire, but I’m with Butler on this one,” she said, she placed her hands on Chongire’s back, unsettling him as he could feel her snail slime seep in past his clothes and was cold, “it would be better for Elda if she went to bed early.”

“I don’t want to!” Elda continued to resist.

Butler looked pleadingly to Numeri, “You are better at handling this child than I am.” he said.

Numeri slithered into the room and put her hands on her hips. Elda stared her down and Numeri knew if it was going to be a battle of wills, Elda would win. She had more youth and energy, after all. She could throw a tantrum until the Fool’s Casket was full and never tire. Get hungry, perhaps, but not tired.

“Elda, why don’t Chongire and I take you to your room. We’ll put you to bed with sea cow milk and seashell cookies. We can even tell you a bedtime story. That way, you can still stay up a little bit late but not too late like Butler feels.” Numeri negotiated in a pleasantly sweet and gentle voice.

Elda paused to consider the offer. She hummed in thought and tapped her chin before shrugging. She set down her dolls and said, “Alright.”

“That’s a good girl.” Numeri praised her.

“You spoil her too much.” Chongire whispered to Numeri and she just giggled again.

Butler shook his head but the bargain worked. Elda popped herself off the top of the table she was so comfortably lying on and swam over to Numeri and Chongire. Numeri gave Butler a wave good night as it was unlikely to see him afterwards as it was his usual bedtime, too but Chongire rolled his eyes.

Numeri and Elda began to shuffle off and Chongire gruffly piped up, “Good night, Butler.”

“Good night Chongire, good night Numeri, and good night Elda. I will see you all in the morning, ready to report for breakfast.” Butler bade them and that was that.

Chongire huffed and though he had been going one way - leaving the kitchen - it was time to go the other way - back to the kitchen. He was just as bas as spoiling Elda, quite clearly, otherwise he wouldn’t go through the effort of fetching the snacks that Numeri had suggested. One cold, frothy drink of sea cow milk and seashell cookies coming up. It wouldn’t take that long, thankfully.

So, once Chongire had done that, he scuttled along to catch up to Numeri and Elda and it looked like he had made it back just in time. Elda was throwing a tantrum. She swam swiftly around her room, literally banging off the walls and following the ricochet and all whilst incessantly screaming for her snack. Poor Numeri, shuddering at the shrillness of Elda’s voice, in the middle of it.

“Good grief…” Chongire muttered to himself and he lifted up his claws slightly, to show off the tray that he had brought out. “Here you go, little girl.”

Elda stopped mid-paddled and was completely still, she beamed, “Well why didn’t ya say so sooner?” she asked as she very civilly swam over to Chongire, her little tail wagging and her antennae twitching excitedly. “You always make the best snacks, Chongire.”

“Thanks, kid.” Chongire replied, half a smile on his hard face.

Elda grinned greedily, reaching for the sea cow milk with one hand and with the other, she was snatching up the seashell cookies that Chongire had made. Elda was munching them down, getting crumbs everywhere but she did it with an earnest excitement that was endearing. Even Numeri slyly sneaked a biscuit or two. It made Chongire smile, even if it was a gruff and somewhat hidden smile. He put a lot of effort into this pain in the neck cooking thing, it was nice to see it appreciated for once. He wasn’t going to get such gusto from the Witch of Delays any time soon so he did savour Elda’s gluttony and even Numeri’s as well.

“Ah,” Elda exclaimed, smacking her lips together, “that was the good stuff.”

“Ready to brush your teeth and go to bed then, hm, Elda?” Numeri prompted her.

“I suppose.” Elda breathily sighed. “I’ll be quick as.”

“No, you won’t. Two minutes.” Numeri told her.

“Fiiiine.” Elda sighed loudly again.

Chongire smiled to himself. Perhaps Numeri could be strict with Elda once in a while.

Elda swam off to her ensuite and kept the door open. From the doorframe, she showed off how she could brush her teeth like a big girl and to complete Numeri’s order of at least two minutes. It was horrible. It was such an inconvenience, but Elda did it and then returned once she had wiped her mouth.

Her little, fat tail wagged as she dived on her bed. She had a nice cosy little nest of a four poster bed in the corner. She got under the covers, wriggling down, and yawned, a little bit fakely. She patted her mouth and beckoned her two carers closer.

Numeri very happily slithered closer, putting an arm around Elda, half in her own bed whilst Chongire hovered, a little distant, a little awkward. He crossed his arms but he sat down. Numeri smiled softly and she played with Elda’s hair, undoing her pigtails and straightening them out.

“Is that better? Easier to sleep on?” she asked.

“A little… yeah…” Elda murmured as she settled and then took a big breath. “But I want a bedtime story! You promised me a bedtime story!”

Numeri giggled, “That I did, that I did…” she murmured. “Hm, let’s see… How about the story of Finderella.”

“Ooh,” Elda’s eyes shone, “that’s my favourite.”

“Glad to hear it,” Numeri said and then she glanced at Chongire, “what about you?”

“It’s not bad.” Chongire replied with a flippant gesture of his gauntlet.

“Well, you can do the prince’s voice.” Numeri said impishly.

“I’ll try.” Chongire grumbled, he didn’t think he was going to be very good at it.

Not like Numeri. She was a natural. Her tone of narration as she reeled off the story of the mermaid named Finderella was beautiful. Elda smiled, her eyes slowly closing, as she listened to Numeri’s fairy tale and by the end of it, Elda was snuggly and cosy in the bed. Numeri smiled gently and kissed Elda’s forehead.

“And Finderella lived happily ever after…” she murmured, “Good night, Elda, sweet dreams, we’ll see you in the morning.

“Okay,” Elda yawned, half-asleep, “night, night, Mama… g’night, Papa.”

Numeri giggled, a scant blush of blue to her purplish face. She glanced at Chongire who was completely embarrassed.

“Aww,” she whispered, ��not yet ready to be a daddy?” she teased him.

“N-No, it's not like that, argh, darn kids these days… I’m not that old.” Chongire grumbled.

Numeri slowly edged away from the side of Elda’s bed and slithered towards Chongire. She slipped her arms around his huge, shelled forearms and snuggled in.

“Speak for yourself,” Numeri murmured, “my biological clock is ticking.”

Chongire grumbled but nothing coherent.

“I think it's sweet that Elda considers us parental figures.” Numeri said and Chongire opened the door for them.

Chongire’s guarded expression softened, “Yeah, it is,” Chongire murmured, “I guess I just wish…”

“Wish it didn’t have to be so?” Numeri finished Chongire’s sentence for him.

He nodded gravely as they continued down the halls. It was pretty lonely and very tough to grow up in the bottom of the ocean. Down an abyss where no one wanted them, except to use them like with the Witch of Delays. Cast out from the Grand Ocean, where light did penetrate the layers upon layers of water, where song and dance were commonplace. Where it was vibrant with energy and motivation and for reasons unknown, even to the adults that they were now, they had been forbidden it. Parents had abandoned them, or maybe they just came out of the squishy egg shell alone with only their instincts. Him, Numeri, and even little Elda. That was all the beats of their story - and it wasn’t exactly a fairy tale nor was it to be on the villains’ side.

“C’mon, let’s go to bed, we’re too old to stay up late, don’t you think, Papa?” Numeri teased him even after that lull of unspoken, melancholic reverie.

“Whatever you say, marm.” Chongire teased her back.

“Well, I'm the doctor and doctors always know best.” Numeri said and she stretched herself up, her sea cucumber tail wiggling unsightly, just so she could get a chance at pecking the side of Chongire’s face.

He smiled back at her, “Thanks and good night, Numeri, don’t sleep in again or we’ll all get in trouble.”

“You better take your own advice as well then,” Numeri said and there was a bittersweet hesitance to how her hands slowly receded back to herself, the slimy pads of her fingertips skating over Chongire’s exoskeleton, “good night, Chongire.”

With that, they parted and returned to their own quarters but for some reason, they both had the lingering feeling of not wanting to leave each other’s side. The heart could be very bothersome at times.

#100ships challenge #tropical rouge precure #precure #tropical rouge #numeri precure #chongire precure #elda precure #butler precure #chongire x numeri #numeri x chongire #writing tag #god i love villainous found family!!!!#also happy precure day

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pixie88 · 3 years

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Last Night of Freedom

Chapter 12 - Together - Adam & Ellie.

A/N: This chapter I wrote at 2 AM this morning my little one had a bad night but I’m glad I wrote this. I hope it makes sense I hope I got all the mistake. I didn’t plan this chapter it just kinda happened. There are quite a few of my own stories in this chapter but I won’t give away what! I hope you laugh as much as I did! I hope you like it! 😘

I am only tagging those who have asked to be tagged in this series from now on as I don’t want to annoying people with tags. So Let me know if you would like to be tagged or untagged and if I missed anyone sorry just let me know!

Find previous chapters HERE under Together - Adam & Ellie.

Word count: 1676

WARNINGS: ⚠️ Fluffy fluff, Talk of male and female body parts & Mild NSFW

Pairings: Adam x Ellie.

Enjoy!

3 Months later.

I found my wedding dress, now I know what brides mean when they say once they find THE DRESS they know! You really do know! It's now 5 months before the wedding, and we decided to do the Hen and Stag do's now because Nina can't take anymore holiday off until the wedding.

We pull up to mum's club, Nina, Elaine, Amy and Kerry have already gone through 4 bottles of Prosecco in the limo ride over here, but we did get stuck in traffic thanks to road works.

"Ready for your last night of freedom El's?" Tom asks.

"Why do people say that? It's not like once you're married you're locked away forever, never to be seen again?"

"OK, I was just asking!" he pulls an awkward face.

I shove him "I know, I'm messing with ya! Looks like we are here finally"

We pile out of the limo and into mum's club "Ellie!! Ready for your big night?"

I roll my eye "Yeah, because I always wanted L plates on my chest and in my hair!"

"Don't forget the tutu and feather boa, El's" Tom laughs.

"Right, because how could I forget them, they are bright pink!" I laugh.

"I really don't get the whole L plate thing? She knows how to drive I thought?" Elaine looks confused.

"Well, she must do she's already taken Adam out for a test drive!" Amy winks.

"Oi, you! Stop it! I won't have my husband spoken about like that!" I giggle.

"Who wants cocktails?" Mum asks.

"Mum, Nina loves a blue lagoon. Don't you Nina?"

She gags but laughs.

"El's you choose!" Mum says.

"Nah, I can't drink too much I've only expressed enough for 3 days..."

"Argh, El's can we not talk about your tits please" Tom protests.

I laugh, "Mum, make these guys anything I'll just stick with soft drinks and a couple of Prosecco's"

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Yup that didn't go to plan.....I'm currently struggling to get a jelly shot out of plastic shot glass and I have Nina shouting "SUCK IT" at me...that's not something you hear your mother in-law shout at you everyday.

I finally got it out "I did it!" I shout!

"El's, here!" Tom passes me something green in a shot glass.

"Tom, I can't..."

"Oh, come on El's 1 more! It's only Apple Sourz. We all have one!" Tom pleads.

"Actually, I think I'm with Ellie on this one" Elaine says. So, Tom reaches to take the shot glass off her, but she turns away, so he can't as she takes tiny sips.

I laugh, "Fine! But no more after this!"

He winks "Pinky promise," he hands one to Nina who has just come back from the toilets.

"Ewww, who got Hulk to piss in a cup!" Nina looks at the shot glass in horror!

We knock back the Sourz "Oh, that was actually quite nice! Can I get a pint of that?" Nina asks.

A little while later I'm at the bar with Elaine, "How do you feel about having the same penis forever?"

I choke on my water "Excuse me? Elaine you did not just say that!"

"I..."

I feel a tap on my shoulder I turn expecting to see one of the other Hen's but I'm greeted by a man with jet black hair and a toothy smile "Last night of freedom ay? Your husband to be is a lucky man. Can I buy you a drink?" he winks as he looks me up and down.

I roll my eyes! There's that saying AGAIN! "Actually, no I'm already married and no I wouldn't like a drink thank you and also you aren't my Adam, so I will not be wasting my last night of freedom with anyone other than my Adam thank you" I usher Elaine away and we join Nina and Mum

"The nerve of that guy" Elaine hisses "Anyway Ellie...hiccup you didn't answer my question!"

"Huh?" I ask her.

"How do you feel about having the same penis forever?" she asks.

"MUM!!!" a tipsy Nina laughs "She clearly enjoys my Adam's pen...."

"OK!! Can we stop talking about my husbands genitals, please?!" I shout.

"Genitals? Who's talking about genitals and why wasn't I invited to this conversation?" Tom asks as he joins us.

"No one was!" I hiss.

"Well, actually we were talking about Adam's..." Nina laughs.

"Argh, OK maybe I don't want to be a part of this conversation" Tom says.

"Well, El's you were the one that brought up the word genitals.." Mum chimes.

"Yes, because I didn't want to say the word..."

"Penis?!" Elaine cuts me off.

Tom Howls.

"Yes!" I shook my head.

"So, Ellie...." Elaine says.

I give in and answer her question "Yes, Ellie I would like to have Adam's same penis forever!"

"Well, it's clear you enjoy it! Mel and I have seen and heard proof of it" Nina laughs.

"She sits on it enough" Tom jokes.

"Yeah, and you aren't the only ones that have heard and seen it!" Elaine chips in.

I look at her in shock "What? When?"

She blushes as she takes a sip of her drink "It was just after you moved in together...you hadn't got the curtains for the living room yet. I was upstairs in my bedroom about to close my curtains..well, obviously you guys are opposite and you did have that hedge but I could see into your living room from there. Adam was in his boxers dancing on your lap I turned away as soon as I realized what he was doing. I phoned him to tell him that you two could be seen. He answered, but I think he did it by mistakes as all I heard was moaning. I think you may have given the whole street a show"

Oh god that was the night he gave me a strip tease,and we burst one of the blow up sofas.

"Oh, El's you exhibitionist!" Tom chuckles.

"I'm not! I didn't know!" I hiss at him.

"Nothing wrong with being an exhibitionist. The times me and your dad got caught in Bella!" she laughs.

"Wait...Bella? My car Bella?" I ask, hoping she means a different Bella.

She laughs, "El's, she was your dad's car first! We did clean the seats, bonnet and the boot. Like you haven't done it in that car!"

I gag at the thought of my parents having sex in my car "No! Actually, I haven't"

"But you and Adam christened your new car!" Tom winks.

"TOM!" I shoot at him.

"What? You never said I had to keep it a secret!" he laughs.

"I remember Al and I getting caught once. It was on his Nan's sofa, they came back from their holiday early. We were living with them at the time I think I fell pregnant with Adam on that sofa...Not that time, another" Nina tells us.

I look to Tom for help "El's lets go and see Amy and Kerry," he pulls me with him.

"Thank you!" I kiss his cheek.

"That's what big brothers are for," he smiles.

~*~*~*

It's nearly 2:30 AM when I sneak in, I get to the top of the stairs and our bedroom light is on. I quietly open the door just incase Adam has Charlie in there.

When I get through the door, it's just Adam with the TV on, he smiles when he spots me "There's my beautiful already wife! Did you have a good night?"

"What are you still doing up?" I ask.

"I can't sleep without you," he winks.

I flop on to the bed "Aww, you fluff ball. Has Charlie been OK?" I ask.

"As good as gold! He went down in his cot at 7 PM and woke for a feed at 11 PM" he smirks.

"I have a confession to make" I give him my best pout.

He smirks " What have you done?"

I bite my lip "I kinda had more to drink than I planned too"

He chuckles "Is that it?"

"I wasn't supposed to have that much, but then there were shots and jelly shots and your mum was shouting at me to suck it..."

He looks confused "Wait? What?" he's laughing.

"I couldn't get the jelly shot out the plastic shot glass so she started shouting suck it at me" I laugh.

"God! What else happened?" he asks.

"Nan kept asking how I felt about having the same penis forever, then I found out my parents christened every part of Bella and did you know you were conceived on your dad's parents' sofa? Wait, that's not the best part Nan saw your strip tease and heard the after show. Also, some guy tried to buy me a drink but I told him I only wanted my Adam"

He looks half shocked and half amused "First question first what was your answer?"

"To the penis question? Yes, I am very happy to only have yours" I blush.

"Second question, how did parent sex even come up?" he asks.

"This was after Nan had explained she saw us from her bedroom window after we moved, then you pressed accept instead of decline when she phoned you and she heard us"

"Last question, your Adam?" he smirks as he pulls me on top of him, so I'm straddling him.

"Yes, my Adam" I wink "I bet on your stag do, you'll have all the girls falling at your feet"

He chuckles "They can fall all they want there is only one woman that gets my heart racing and my dick pulsing! She is the mother to my child, my beautiful wife and my sassenach!" he smirks.

Pulling me tightly to him, claiming my lips before rolling us, so he's on top "Adam, Charlie will wake up soon!" I giggle as he trails kisses from my lips to my chest.

"We better be quick then," he whispers against my inner thigh.

"Fuck!"

@lem-20 @aussieez @shewillreadyou @khoicesbyk @txemrn @irisofpurple

He pulls down my skirt with my underwear and continue his trail up to my core...

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 13.

#adam x mc

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lee-aveyourmark · 4 years

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Woozi As Your Boyfriend.

The Prelude. - shy guy - ahahah, but really though, woozi’s quite shy around women - when he first started liking you, he admired you from afar, never being upfront with his feelings - just enjoyed your beauty and cuteness at a distance, avoiding telling you so that he won’t experience the devastation of rejection - liked to think about when producing love songs, the tune exuding spring vibes - slaps himself for how cringey he is - there’s a good chance that you guys didn’t get together by one confessing to the other, but instead by another member spilling the beans - hoshi ‘accidentally’ leaking one of woozi’s written confessions in the form a song to you? - dokyeom failing to keep his mouth shut and whispering to you excitedly about the news without thought about possible repercussions? - mingyu becoming impatient at the lack of progress in your relationship and forcing you two to confess to one another? - hmm, all very plausible options :))) The Orientation. - but even when you guys do get together, woozi doesn’t stop being akward - maybe even more awkward than before because he’s not that experienced in dating but wants you to feel comfortable - “hey, what do you want to eat for lunch?” - “uh, stea- barbecu- udo- i mean, i’m not sure what you like...” - you’ll probably have to make a few moves in the beginning of your relationship - hold his hand, kiss his cheek, verbally express your affection until he’s a blushing and giggling mess - as you guys settle down, he’ll become more assured in the decisions he makes for the two of you - “are you hungry? do you wanna grab some sushi?” - “but i wanted to try that new kimchi stew restaurant mingyu recommended the other day...” - “but you said your stomach’s been sensitive to spicy food lately” - okay, maybe he’s only really observant when it comes to food but who knows? - doesn’t fight you if you still wanna do something even though he warned you against it, just sighs and shakes his head - allows the consequences to teach you the lesson, fuelled by his “i told you so” - dates frequently occur at the dorms or at your place because, everyone say it with me now, woozi is a homebody - so if you love to stay inside and not do anything for lengthy periods, then step right up because woozi is the one for you - i mean, this guy doesn’t even go out to buy his own clothes 0w0 - you guys would watch movies together, rave over marvel together, bop to music (bruno mars) together, take naps together, order take out and eat in together - there would be the occasional date where you guys would explore the outside world, maybe go for a walk, go to a cafe - highly unlikely that he’d let you tag along to the gym because that is a ‘bros before hoes’ place for him - doesn’t really let you guys hang out in his studio, mainly because it’s his working space and he likes to keep it professional as possible - however, is open to you popping in to help relieve his stress at times and even bring in some perspective on his productions - also greatly appreciate your acts of kindness in bringing him food when he works on end without taking breaks and helping to clean up the trash left by the other members - feigns annoyance each time you coo him with ‘uri jihoonie’ and pinch his cheek, but manages to crack a smile at your affection - feigns real annoyance when you side with dino in anything - “look, maybe you should try being a little more gentle with him” - pouts - “ha!” - rest in peace dino

The Complication. - there wouldn’t really be any fights between the two of you - causes of fights might include him feeling a little uncomfortable at your openness with other members - possibly it’s because you’re trying to be too involved in his song writing - but he’s only frustrated because he doesn’t want you to bear the burden that he does of being such an acclaimed producer that the team greatly relies on - often when there would be conflict, woozi would want some space and time to cool off - musters the courage to reconcile with you through various forms - if he’s not quite there, he might just show his concern for you by helping you to do the dishes or remembering to actually take out the trash - if he is there and ready, then he’ll force himself to talk to you - might mumble his words, but it’s his bravery that counts

The Resolution. - as your relationship continues, woozi would become more verbal about his thoughts and feelings - he would be less afraid of voicing out his concerns, understanding that you are willing to care and listen to him - likes to play small jokes every now and then - is shocked but likes it even more when you joke back - also likes it when you join in teasing mingyu for being ditzy - “argh! why did i force you two together?!” - finally allows dates in the studio, but only of him teaching you how to play a certain instrument - or, of him showing you his latest song that he wrote while thinking of you - and the blush blooming on your cheeks laced with a smile fuels his confidence to continue to write music with you as his muse

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stachmousworld · 4 years

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P*$$y fairy (Hot Smut) P.1

Pairing: Steve rogers x WOC original character

Tag: Daddy kink, vaginal fingering, virginity loss (blood), oral sex, consensual all the way through.

Part 2

“No,” she said categorically.

“Please…pretty please…” Julie begged her best friend.

“No. You are out of your mind. I won’t do it.”

Julie took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to invoke this, but…do you remember the life or death experience from march?”

Her bestfriend sent her a death glare.

“On all the shit you could use this, you chose this one?”

Julie nodded vehemently. She plumped her lower lip and opened her big blue eyes. She knew that her bestfriend wouldn’t be able to resist.

“Argh! Ok! Stop looking at me like that!” She said, throwing her hands in the air. “What I wouldn’t do for my so-called friend.”

Juliet jumped into her arms and thanked her.

“I let you prepare yourself. My stepdad is a little bit nervous. So be prepared.”

She rolled her eyes and gave her best smile. Julie grimaced.

“You won’t fuck it up on purpose, right? Because he really likes you and he loves talking to you about these boring things.”

Her best friend plopped on the couch. She reveled in the compliments. She, also, loved to discuss with Steve. He was as smart as handsome and could debate for hours. If he wasn’t Julie’s stepdad, she’d totally go for him.

“Why would I do that, Julie?” She asked, her voice laying thick on sarcasm.

Julie glared at her.

“I know I should have never asked you to do that,” she muttered, leaving the room

“After tonight, we’re even!” She screamed, cackling like a hyena. “Finally, even,” she repeated in a mutter.

It took her a few minutes to get prepared. She chose a regular outfit. Tight little red dress with short heels. Julie’s stepdad was quite tall, but she didn’t want to have sore feet before the end of the night. She shook her head and patted her wig. She had chosen a burgundy one and had curled the long hair. She looked gorgeous if she did say so herself. She shook her head enjoying the feeling of the silky hair on her back.

It didn’t take long before Julie’s stepdad rang at the door. She took her jacket, her bag and opened the door. Mister Rogers looked…too handsome to be real. He had trimmed his full beard, she remarked, out loud. His entire face relaxed. He let out a chuckle.

“What else have I changed, miss?”

She smiled recognizing the competition.

“Your hair is longer, and you didn’t dye them. You don’t where your contacts today.” He looked briefly shocked. A small smile appeared on his face. “You normally don’t wear anything that “posh” so that’s a win for me. It looks good on you. Dark blue makes your eyes pop more.”

Mister Rogers licked his lip slowly, then smiled again. It’s weird how she could notice more details from him because she was attracted to him. She didn’t want to freak him out, so she’d just focus on the more obvious.

“Can we stay in your apartment just one second?” he asked out of the blue.

She opened her mouth to question him but thought otherwise. She pushed herself out of the way and let him in.

He was standing there, in the middle of her living room, looking out of place. The blue of his suit clashed with the warm colors in her apartment, but he didn’t care. No. He seemed perfectly at in his element.

“Do you need to go to the toil –”

“Shhh” he ordered her softly. “Do you remember Julie’s 21st birthday?”

She unconsciously took a step back as memories flooded her mind. Some parts were hazy and others more like a living fantasy. She didn’t remember taking anything, no alcohol nor drugs, that’s for sure. So, there was no way what happened was real. It had been a vivid, extremely vivid dream.

“Yeah?”

Mister Rogers unbuttoned his vest and laid it on the armchair. He sat down and crossed his leg. He was gazing at her, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Do you remember what happened between us?”

“Between us?” She repeatedly dumbly.

He nodded patiently. Slowly drumming on his ankle.

“I don’t…what happened?” She preferred asking. It had been a vivid dream. Nothing had been real she reassured herself.

“Julie was having a party downstairs, and everyone was partying, drinking and enjoying their night, right?”

“Hm.” Her breathing grew shallower.

“Yep. I was upstairs in my bedroom, minding my own business when you can in my room. Your face was as red as a beetroot. I thought you were having an allergic reaction.”

She frowned. She had no memories of that.

“I came to you, helped you out. You were stuttering something about an important issue,” he chuckled. “I asked you what that had to do with me…”

Memories came as he talked.

“But you don’t understand, Mister Rogers! I’m going to die a virgin,” she pouted, unashamed. She was high on adrenaline and felt braver than she’d ever think.

Mister Rogers – Steve smiled and shook his head, amused.

“Isn’t that a tad dramatic? Even for you?”

“And what I’m supposed to do?”

Steve moved around the room, tidying as he walked through.

“Finding a boy who’ll love you and make love to you.”

She grimaced and grunted.

“That’s going to take forever. Plus, boys my age don’t know shit about sex. It’s ‘oh a vagina, let me put my dick in it.’ and a few seconds later they cum and you’re still dry as fuck and they don’t care about that because, ‘women should be wet all the time’ or my favorite response ‘It’s not my problem’.” She flopped on his bed and laid there, sighing deeply. “I’m going to die a virgin.”

Steve started laughing surprising her. She raised her head and smiled softly.

“That’s not funny…” She grumbled.

Steve took a look at her and laughed some more.

“Mister Rogers! This is a really serious matter.”

“Ok, ok I stop.” He raised his hands in mock defense. “But you have to understand that for me, a man of the wrong side of 30, it’s kind of hilarious that your main worry in life is losing your virginity.” He made his way toward her and sat next to her. “You have your entire life to get it figured it out. I don’t want you to rush things up. Like you said, boys your age don’t really think about giving.”

She frowned not liking at all the paternal tone. She didn’t want to wait many more years. She wanted to have sex right now. Her eyes grew wide. Right now. Parties were a good way to have sex so Julie said.

“Why do I know you didn’t listen jack shit of what I just said?” He sighed.

“Thank you, mister Rogers! But I gotta go.” She jumped off the bed and quickly made her way to the door.

“Wait!” She stopped. “What are you going to do, exactly?”

She spun around. “Have sex. Parties are known to have horny people. I’m sure I’d find someone to sleep with me. Easy peasy.”

Steve who had been laughing a few minutes ago was dead serious. He looked reprobative and the frown on his face wasn’t reassuring.

“That’s exactly the opposite of what I told you to do.”

“Yeah, and?” She kept glancing behind her as if the horny people would disappear in a minute.

“You will regret it.”

“And?” She pressed him.

“It’s supposed to be –.”

“I’m going to cut you right there, Mister Rogers. I don’t care at this point. I want an orgasm or two. That’s it.”

Steve sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is unbelievable. Are you drunk?” She shook her head. “Baked?” Another shook.

Steve stood up. He raised his eyes to the ceiling. “God forgive me.” He looked at his feet, then at her. “I can’t in all fairness let you have some maybe unprotected sex with a knucklehead, who’s going to cum in a few seconds and leave you dry.”

She blushed at his crudity.

“You shouldn’t blush. Those are the words you used.”

She tried to explain herself but failed miserably.

“I’m going to propose something. Instead of sleeping with someone you don’t know, I’ll do it.”

She choked on her saliva. Her nostrils burned as her saliva went through them. She wiped her nose hastily.

“What do you mean by I’ll do it?” She had to make sure she heard it right.

“I’ll fuck you” The blush intensified. Steve smirked mischievously. “I’ll put my erection in your wet vagina. I’ll put my dick in your greedy hole and fill you up quite nicely.”

She shuffled her feet trying to not cross her legs and be obvious. There was an aching between her legs. It was both familiar and yet unfamiliar. She was used to being horny but the emptiness inside of her had never felt so awful.

“You don’t have to be this crude,” she repeated weakly.

Steve walked slowly toward her. His eyes never left hers.

“Why? Do you think those frat boys would be more polite?” He stood a few feet from her. “No. They’d treat you like a whore, manhandle you. And if you find the wrong one, he’ll make sure to tell his friends about your little pussy.” His voice grew deeper. “And I’d have to beat the hell out of these boys.” He approached until her face collided with his broad chest. “But we don’t want that right?”

“N-no.”

“Good. Have you ever seen a dick before?”

The change of subject gave her whiplash.

“No.” He took a few steps backward and sat on the bed legs open.

“Come and work for it, then.”

She walked a little unsure of what to do. Did he want her to suck him or jerk him off?

She kneeled in front of him and unbuttoned his jeans. First surprise was that he was soft but long. The tip was a pretty pinkish. She rolled her fingers around the shaft and slowly moved. Steve hissed. Her head snapped up.

“Keep going, baby girl. Take your time and do whatever you think could feel good. But no teeth.”

“Oh, and I thought I could bite it off,” she joked.

Before Steve could reply she sucked the tip. Her tongue rolled around the bulbous head, tasting a drop of precum. She hummed, finally relaxing. She swallowed more of his dick, making sure to hide her teeth.

The tip hit the back of the throat. She moaned and kept going past her gag reflex, until she was nuzzled on his pubic. She cleared her throat, making him moaned loudly.

He gripped the sheets next to him. She slowly bobbed her throat enjoying his growing thickness in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back as he was fully erected. She couldn’t deepthroat him anymore and mourned the feeling of his hair on her face.

His carnal scent made her dizzy.

With one hand she rolled and squeezed his balls and with the other she jerked him off. She bobbed her head faster, as his groans grew louder.

“God, what a mouth…” he hissed. He placed a hand on her head and fucked her mouth. She closed her eyes, mouth agape, barely breathing. He forced his length inside her throat making her gag. Her eyes watered.

He finally let go of her when she was on the verge to faint. He slapped his wet dick onto her cheeks, avoiding her stretched tongue.

“That’ll be for later. I guess.” He pushed grabbed her and laid her on the bed. She let him do, still not believing she had sucked her bff stepdad. When she came back to herself, Steve had already taken care of his clothes and hers. He was between her legs, caressing the apex of her thighs. She moaned, pushing her hip onto his face.

“I thought you would never come back to yourself.”

“First time sucking a dick, so…” she said, voice a little hoarse.

Steve smiled. “And you did amazing. I would have cum in your mouth, but the night is young.”

She keened at the praise.

“But now you got your fill, I’ll need to prepare you,” he said, before diving in. She almost jerked away when she felt his tongue around her clit. The sensation felt unfamiliar yet so tantalizing.

She dropped back and rolled her hip on his face. Steve pressed her hips on the mattress and ravaged her. His tongue was lapping, circling her clit with extreme precision. He sucked on her clit like a popsicle. Pleasure washed over her rendering her boneless.

Steve moaned around her clit.

“Mister Rogers!” She screamed, as her orgasm approached.

Steve stopped. She whined and tried to push his head back. He laughed patting her hands out. He used his fingers to rub her clit. Briefly. So brief, she wasn’t even sure he did it.

One long finger slid in. She gaped, back arching. He was so deep. Deeper than her fingers could have been.

“That’s good, isn’t it?” He muttered, on the skin of her thigh. He pressed a few kisses. A second finger got in quite easily. Her body went laxed, before tensing. He had crooked his fingers and hit…God…it was so good. She fucked herself on his fingers enjoying their callosity and thickness.

Steve chuckled. “If I had known you were that greedy, I would have started earlier.”

“Tol’ ya,” she gasped.

A third one came in. She tensed feeling a bit too stretched.

“I’m bigger than that baby girl.” He groaned. “I can’t wait to see my dick stretching you out. Just for me.”

He went back to sucking her clit. The sudden onslaught and pleasure rushing through her veins relaxed her. She could hear the watery noise from her pussy. She pressed her legs around his head and pushed him into her. Steve didn’t push her this time and accepted.

Out of the sudden, Steve crooked is fingers making a wince. She was about to tell him when she felt a spark of pleasure erupting from her pussy. She grabbed her chest, dazed. Steve pressed into her sweet spot, hitting it every time.

She couldn’t breath. She couldn’t stay focus.

Her orgasm uncoiled suddenly after a particular brutal thrust. Her entire body spasmed on the bed. She couldn’t help herself but moan, whine and call his name.

It took a few minutes hour or days for she knew to come back to reality. Her body was sensitive and yet, she wasn’t really satiated.

“Here,” he said, bringing a straw to her mouth. She raised her head and sipped. The first one was at least as orgasmic as what had happened. Between sucking Steve’s dick and being fingerfucked within an inch of her life, her throat felt like sandpaper.

“Delicious.” She smacked her lips a few times enjoying the cold water. She sipped some more finishing the glass.

“I know. There is nothing orgasmic than water when you are thirsty.”

She hummed, eyes closed, enjoying being naked on satin sheets.

The bed dipped. Steve opened her legs and laid on her. He pressed some kisses on her face before kissing her mouth. He bit her lower tongue and plunge his tongue inside. He grinded his erection on her slit. Sweet wet noises resonated in the room. She caressed his biceps to his back. She brought her legs around his, pressing them together.

Steve bit her tongue. She groaned.

“Sweet girl,” he complimented her. He rocked his hips against hers. “Saw you a few days ago, in that small shirt with nothing under.” He pinched her right nipple. “All I dreamt of was bending you and fuck you till you call me daddy.” He grazed her jaw with his teeth. “I dream everyday about my sweet baby girl, calling me daddy. And me, you know what I do?” She shook her head completely dazed. “I have your legs on my shoulders, while I pound MY sweet pussy until you try to push me away because it is too much. I make you come every time and you always end up bursting with my cum.”

He licked her lips, thrusting his tongue in. He played with hers in a sloppy kiss. She didn’t even try to fight with him and let him take what he wanted. In a short conscious moment, she realized that she also dreamt of him. And maybe she had tried to attract his intention, but who cared right now.

Steve sat on his haunches. He gripped his flushing erection slapping it on her clit and hole. He pretended to slip it in making her angry. She tried to push him in herself, but he slapped her hand away.

“Patience. I don’t want to rush it.” His tip got caught on the hole. “I wonder if you’ll put some red on my ledger?”

What? She didn’t have the time to ask that he pressed in. She immediately tensed. Steve tsked.

“My tip is barely in, baby girl.” He thrusted out then in. He got a little more in, but she was still tensed. “I thought you said you were ready? If you don’t want, we can still stop. Actually, we can stop even in the middle of it, it’s your choice.”

She blushed with embarrassment. She was ridiculous. It wasn’t supposed to go like that.

“Hey, don’t hide from me. It’s totally normal, that’s your first time. I’d be totally surprised if you’d be wide open, ready to take it like that. Do you want to continue?”

“Yes, please,” she asked, vulnerable. He smiled softly and kissed her forehead. He leaned forward, caging her with his arms.

“Focus on me,” he whispered, diving for kiss. As his tongue played with hers, she felt a pinch inside of her. She unconsciously tensed up. Steve placed a hand on her clit and rubbed it fast. His tongue battled with hers as pleasure and pain overwhelmed her.

She wanted to cry. She felt so full, so good, so stretched. Her eyes rolled back. His dick was so large and hard. She surely could feel him in her heart. God!

“That’s Steve or Daddy for you babe.” He groaned in her ear as pleasure took them both to new heights. “You are so good to me. So tight…I won’t be able to get enough of this.” He kept sliding deeper inside her. Tears ran down her face. How could he go that far inside of her.

“That’s okay, baby girl, I know it is overwhelming. Daddy’s dick fill you up quite nicely, isn’t?”

She cried some more. “So good.”

Steve kissed her nose. “I know. Now, it’s time to see something.” He slid out in a slow motion. He moaned her name and squeezed her hips hard. The emptiness disturbed her. She wanted him back in.

“Oh,” he said.

She raised her head and saw a hint of red around the crown of his dick. She frowned not understanding what was the problem. Steve raised an eyebrow and looked at her with awe. Oh. Realization dawned upon her. Her hymen had broken. Steve surged forward kissing her with renewed passion.

“God, you are mine now. All mine, baby girl.”

He pressed his erection onto her hole and slid right in. She felt a slight discomfort, but the overwhelming pleasure took over. He started thrusting.

“So tight…” He kept murmuring inside her ear. “Will fuck you all night, don’t worry. ‘be so sore tomorrow.”

She barely could breath anymore. His dick hit her sweet spot no matter what. The more she tried to make him slowdown a bit, the less he did.

She finally let go. He stood there above her, beard glistening with sweat and her juice, dark blue eyes peering on her. He slowed for a bit.

She sighed in relief.

“Are you ready, for the grand final?” He whispered huskily.

She raised an eyebrow. The what now?

He chuckled darkly. His thrusts grew faster. She gripped the sheets around her to stay grounded.

“Fuck!” She screamed when his tip hit home. He grabbed her legs, bend them until they hit her chest. She was constricted and could barely move.

“Better like that…” he groaned to himself. “Deeper…hungry hole…”

He pressed harder her legs and started pounding her. It instantly knocked the breath out of her. His dick speared her to the limit and the bulbous head was now slamming against her spot.

She started seeing white spot. She blinked rapidly to stay conscious, but Steve wouldn’t fucking let go.

“Fuck, that pussy so good!” He screamed. His thrusts were now wilder.

She screwed her eyes and grimaced as her orgasm knocked her out. Steve kept thrusting inside her, not even slowing down. He bent to her ears and grunted. “Gonna come…fuck…so tight…”

A few thrusts later and he suddenly stilled inside her. She gasped as his semen coated her walls and automatically rolled her hips, milking him for some more.

She closed her eyes…

“So, do you remember, now?” Steve asked, still on the armchair.

Part 2

#steve rogers x woc #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers x black!reader #black female characters #virginity #daddy!steve #stepdad!Steve #steve rogers x poc!reader

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drethanramslay · 4 years

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Part 2: Therapy

Pairing: Aurora x MC ( Iris Everette)

Word count: 3.2K words

Previous part is here

Warning: Includes triggers like eating disorders and mental illnesses

Tagging: @miyakokurono @agent-breakdance @trappedinfandoms @vampiregirlsblog @lilyofchoices (let me know if you want to be tagged😊)

Songs: Therapy by All Time Low and Feelings by Lauv

Forgive me if I make any mistakes 🙈

Aurora stood in the kitchen, tapping her fingers on the kitchen island. It was six in the morning and she knew that her roomates would be waking up in the next half an hour so that they get ready and head to the hospital.

Aurora just don't stand there like a mannequin, move your ASS.

Aurora wanted to make breakfast for her roommates as a gesture of thanks for letting them stay with her for the past three months. She also wanted to impress Iris. Not that the ship had sunk but, she wanted to reciprocate for all the cute gestures she had done so far. Like buying her breakfast at iHOP and having Disney movie marathons, cuddling in her bed.

It had been three weeks since Iris was discharged from the hospital. God, she was a horrible patient. That girl had the audacity to show up in her hospital gown, dragging the saline with her for her rounds at 5am in the morning.

And that's not it.

When they sent her to her room to sleep, they ended up finding her with Amar, her nine year old patient. She was CHECKING on him apparently. It was a joy ride for Dr. Ramsey to explain the parents why their doctor was roaming around in a hospital gown, looking like a lunatic who escaped from the psychiatric ward. It was hilarious to see Ramsey getting worked up over Iris, like a mother hen.

It was so hard to deal with her stubborn nature but there were good times as well. Times like when Aurora would feed her the bland hospital food. Or the times when they played that question game.

Aurora learnt a lot over those two days in the hospital. Things like how Iris was a valentine baby. Or how she loved playing the piano, guitar and singing, her obsession with KitKat and the list goes on and on.

What Aurora enjoyed the most, was sleeping and cuddling with Iris. Aurora craved Iris every night after that, but she didn't dare say it loud so that she didn't look clingy.

And here she was, trying to make breakfast. She settled on making bacon.

How hard could it be?

Well, she got her answer when she almost set the fire alarm. "ARGH YOU PIECE OF-" Aurora shouted in frustration. Smoke was everywhere and she opened the windows to let most of it out.

She looked at the burnt bacon and grimaced. "Stupid goddamn pig!"

Her roommates stepped out, groggy with tired eyes. "What's burning?" Sienna asked.

"Outta the way! I have a fire extinguisher." Elijah said as he zoomed towards the kitchen. He was going so fast that it almost seemed like he was gonna do a wheelie on his wheelchair.

Aurora held her hands up. "Whoa whoa! Calm down everybody...I just burnt breakfast."

"Awww...you wanted to surprise us with breakfast??" Iris cooed as she leaned on the counter, her voice groggy and her eyes sleepy. "Key word being 'wanted'. I know you all have been so nice to me...so I just wanted to return the gesture." Aurora pouted.

Iris just giggled and walked around the island counter. "You are so precious, Rory." She kissed Aurora on the cheek.

Aurora was taken aback. She felt her face heating up and thanked the lord that her dark skin covered her blush.

"Oh god.. Can y'all stop being cute for like a minute?" Jackie groaned but, she could see the teasing glint in her eyes.

Iris just rolled her eyes. "Ignore her Rory. What if I teach you how to achieve prime crispy bacon?" Iris asked as she dumped the pan in the sink and took out a new one.

Aurora smiled. "Yeah, that would be nice."

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Aurora had finished checking in on her patients by two p.m and she headed towards the cafeteria to have her lunch. She wasn't that hungry but she knew that she won't get an opportunity to eat later.

She made sure her pager was on so that she could have constant updates on the patient in room 304, that had arrived this morning.

It was a teen girl who had swallowed a fork. When she sat to speak with her, she learnt that the teen had eaten her lunch and headed to the bathroom so that she could puke.

"How did you end up swallowing the fork?" Aurora asked Elyanna when she was awake and conscious.

"I kept on trying...but it didn't work...so I tried to go deeper and- it got stuck."

Aurora shut her eyes as she felt a pang in her heart. This case hit home. Reminding her of the vicious cycle of her eating disorder she had to break, all by herself. Her father brushed it off as a puberty thing and her mother actually congratulated her when she became thin and weak.

She loved her parents, despite them treating her like a trophy child, who always complained about how what she was doing wasn't enough. She even got a chewing down by her parents when she didn't make the diagnostics team. But she didn't care, because Iris deserved it completely.

I mean, they are your parents, you can't hate them. They brought you into this world. Right?

She finished her salad and coke while she scrolled through the phone, making a list of rehab programs which she thought Elyanna would like. Crushing her can, she headed towards the room.

"Hey, Ellie. How are you feeling?" Aurora asked kindly as she opened the chart.

"Wierd." Aurora looked at the blue eyes and raised her eyebrow.

"Like I have eaten a hearty meal. And I am satisfied." The frail girl said with a small smile.

"Never thought I would hear that about hospital food." She chuckled and the girl giggled.

"But on a serious note, I am happy and proud of you."

"For eating a meal?"

"Yes. See, I know what it's like. I-" Aurora took a deep breath, "I too, used to binge eat and then puke it all out. Somedays, I would starve myself as a punishment. The day when I decided that 'No, we are going to stop this right here right now' and ate a good meal, I felt... liberated."

"I also want to be liberated from this but it's like an addiction...the need to look thin and beau-" the girl stammered.

"No! Don't for a second think that you are not beautiful. Don't let society's image of small breasts, thin waist determine beauty. Beauty is what comes from within. Beauty is not covering up your scars, but wearing it like a goddamn medal. Beauty is fighting for yourself. Beauty is loving yourself. Beauty is breaking the stereotypes and being your own person. So promise me, you won't give a shitty excuse that you want to be beautiful." Aurora said assertively.

"Okay. I promise." The girl said, with a small smile.

"Good."

"So what are the steps from here on? I want to change and reset. I want to be the better version of Elyanna Johnson. Ellie 2.0"

"Well, first of all, you are all cleared to go home. You can choose which rehabilitation program you want. Then it's your path to rediscovering by yourself."

"I can choose??" The girl was bewildered, which showed that she really didn't have much choices in her life. That she was kept under contol, not allowed to have any freedom.

Aurora smiled. "Yes you can. We can talk to your parents, if you want."

"That would be amazing. Thank you so much doctor."

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"Your daughter has been diagnosed with purging disorder, and it has been confirmed by Dr. Francis, our resident psychiatrist." Aurora said to the parents, as they stood outside Elyanna's room.

"Purging?" The mother, Mrs. Washington asked.

"You daughter has been having eating disorders. It means that after eating, she forces herself to vomit. She was using the fork to induce it, but it slipped causing her to swallow and choke on it."

"Oh my god. How could I not notice it?" The mother gasped. Aurora rolled her eyes internally. She knew how oblivious her parents had been. In the last two hours, Ellie had opened up about them and Aurora was just plain disgusted.

Well, you would have noticed if you weren't so engrossed in your manicures and kitty parties.

"Eating disorders? That's just bullshit." Mr. Washington scoffed.

Aurora was taken aback. You gotta be kidding me..

"Sir, it's a real concerning matter. If untreated, it can lead to a tonnes of mental disorde-"

"Please. My girl Ellie has always been a tad dramatic. This is just a phase." He waved his hands dismissively.

"Sir, with all due respect, this is a very serious condition which requires rehab and thera-"

"Rehab??!! Therapy??!! What will our community think?? They will shun us." Mrs Washington exclaimed.

Mr. Washington placed a hand on his wife's shoulder, calming her silently before he turned his hard gaze at Aurora. "Dr. Emery. With all due respect, I know my daughter for the last seventeen years. A trip to our priest, will make all this- drama go away. Can we take her home?"

"But-" Aurora started before being interrupted by Mr. Washington. "Answer me."

Aurora gritted her teeth, counting till ten so that she could control the overwhelming need to punch the oblivious man's face.

"Yes."

Mrs. Washington clapped her hands. "Wonderful. C'mon honey, let's give out daughter the news." Aurora just stared through the window, looking at the spirit of the young girl, slowly draining out of her.

And she hated every second of it.

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Aurora was in the new resident's lounge, taking a nap. She had been on her feet all day, running from one corner to another. Her legs were throbbing and were sore. She draped her coat over her face so that she could block out the light.

"What's up Big A?" Bryce asked as he threw himself on the other couch, groaning at the relief his back felt when it touched the soft cushions. He had had a tough neurosurgery which had extended for five hours. His hands were cramping from holding the clamps in place while Dr. Harper Emery worked her magic.

"Shut up Queen B. I want to nap." Aurora mumbled incoherently. Bryce just shook his head and closed his eyes. After a long moment, aurora broke the silence. "I'm scared."

"For what?"

"For my patient. I think she is suicidal."

"Why? Is she alone at the moment? Because if she is then we need someone checking on her continuously." Bryce said urgently. He knew how vulnerable these moments are.

"I have Danny checking on her every fifteen minutes. I think her parents broke her. Like... She has an eating disorder and she was completely on board to go to rehab and get well... but her parents, GOD THEY ARE SO INFURIATING. The mom is spineless, only worried about what other people think.. and the dad is so backward and refuses to believe that eating disorders are a thing. He thinks that a visit to the pastor will fix this." Aurora scoffs.

"Oh my-" Bryce was interrupted by the beeping of Aurora's pager. When she looked at the message, she bolted for the door. "Lahela, you are with me. They are running a code on my patient."

"I'm with you." They both ran down the hallways and reached room 304. On entering the room they saw red. Red blood pooling on the side of the bed, while Ellie shook, vomiting.

"What the hell happened?" Aurora barked. "She just started puking blood not two minutes ago." The nurse said as they held the tray near her mouth.

"That's not supposed to happen, everything was fine when I checked an hour ago." Aurora ran around the bed and checked the vitals. Ellie had stopped puking and looked at Aurora and wheezed, "I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore."

"Ellie WHAT DID YOU DO?!!!"

"Um, Big A?" Bryce called her. Aurora turned her head, eyes flashing. "I think I know how." He picked up the empty wrapper.

"I think she swallowed the scalpel."

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After a harrowing hour of surgery, Aurora marched towards the parents who were sitting in the waiting room. She walked up to them and showed them the bloodied scalpel, in a sealed plastic bag. "What is this supposed to mean?" Mr. Washington asked.

"This is what your daughter swallowed so that she could die."

The mother gasped while the father's jaw dropped. "Can't you see how serious this is? How this is bigger than any of us?" Aurora said in a cold voice.

"I-I- I didn't know.." the parents stuttered. "No. You do not get the right to say that. You damn well knew what was happening and chose to ignore medical advice. And it almost cost your daughter's life!!" Aurora spat out.

"We will heed by it from now on." Mr. Washington replied somberly, with teary eyes.

"You damn well should otherwise I-" Aurora began but she was interrupted by a voice. "Dr. Emery, can you help me with a patient?" Iris asked. Aurora sighed. "Yes Dr. Everette. I'm right behind you." Aurora sent a last poisonous glare their way before following Iris.

Iris dragged them into an empty on-call room, and locked the door. "Now tell me Rory, what happened?"

So Aurora spills about the events of the day, speaking so passionately, that Iris was blown away. She did not once interrupt her, intertwining their fingers and squeezing them to encourage her.

"I am just so pissed, I feel like breaking something." Aurora hissed. "Well...why don't you punch this...um...pillow?" Iris offered. Aurora stared for moment. "What? I don't have anything else to offer?!" Aurora just chuckled, tension slowly leaving her body.

"Okay, I will punch the shit out of this pillow." Iris stood up and held the pillow in front of her. Aurora landed a series of jabs and hard punches on it. They were so powerful that they pushed Iris towards the wall. When she felt her back against the wall she knew it was time to stop otherwise Aurora might end up punching her through the wall.

"Timeout!! Damn Rory, how did you learn to fight like that?"

"Been doing MMA for the last seven years. It helps deal with stress." Iris hummed and then sat on the bed. She pulled Aurora to sit in her lap, in such a way that her legs were thrown over Iris' thighs and she was facing Iris.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"I have seen you work with patients before and you are very passionate about it, no doubt. But this is affecting you way more than usual... See, I don't want to be pry but, why?"

Aurora sighed. "Because seven years ago, I was her." Iris held her hands and squeezed, encouraging her.

"As you know, my family is practically royalty. My mother is an actress and dad's a surgeon. They were always in the limelight and that meant that I was too. So how I appeared was important to them. And I hated how I looked, overweight and ugly. Sometimes, I still do."

"Rory, you are not fat."

"Right now, no. But, then I was a little plump. I was a nerd, kept to myself, stayed at home all day. My parents didn't like that. They would continuously throw jabs at me like, 'Aurora, you ar so fat that you could break the weighing scale' or like 'Aurora I am surprised you haven't hogged the entire pantry' or my personal favourite, 'Aurora you are such a collosal waste of space. You don't do any activities, you just sit in your room on that damn phone of yours, not doing anything constructive'... When the actual truth was that I was busy reading medical articles, making notes.

I had tried working out but people would snicker and laugh. I was so goddamn tired. I was never enough. My parents were never satisfied. I know they cared for me and that they loved me but some days, the snide remarks would just become so..."

"Loud." Iris completed the sentence.

"So, I started starving myself. As a punishment for not being good enough. They would feed me and I would throw it up in my bathroom, because I wasn't deserving. I hated myself and I couldn't look at my reflection because the ugly would just jump out." Aurora was crying quietly.

Iris let her cry. Let her mourn over her past self. Letting her make peace with her young self.

"My neighbour, a sweet old lady, pointed out that I was way too weak. And I knew that I had taken it far. So I decided to stop this vicious cycle. I seeked help from a psychiatrist and started MMA."

"It's been seven years...but I don't think you recover from such a thing ever. I think a small part of me will always loathe myself. That I am still the weak, pathetic and fat girl. What is that saying? 'Once a fat kid, always a fat kid.'" Aurora shook her head and tears streamed down her face.

"Can I say something?" Iris asked as she cupped Aurora's face. She wiped the tears, and tucked stray pieces of hair that had escaped her immaculate bob cut, behind her ear. "I think you are the strongest-" she kissed Aurora's left cheek "-the bravest" she proceeded to kiss her right cheek "-the prettiest" she kissed her forehead "-and the smartest woman I have ever seen." She kissed her on the nose and Aurora giggled.

"I am lucky to know you Aurora. I look up to you and I love the way you don't let your past define you. Everyday I learn something new from you, and it inspires to be a better person. And I like all of you. The silly, the practical, the ugly and the happy."

Aurora was swooning. Her feelings for Iris just bubbled to the surface. Her heart was bursting for the green eyes girl in front for her.

And in that moment she knew, that she was the one for her. Aurora surged forward and pressed her lips to hers.

Iris was shocked so as to say. To think that Aurora would like her, baffled her. She will leave you when she gets to know... She returned the kiss, tenderly, holding onto Aurora, as if she would vanish. That this was just a dream.

The sweet kiss turned into a passionate one. Both of them poured their feelings into the kiss. Pouring their dreams and their fears. It was euphoria, rushing through their veins, igniting their bodies. Iris pulled Aurora closer to her, to feel everything. Her hands roamed, memorising the curves, the dips, the way their lips moved in perfect synchrony, like two halves uniting as a whole.

Both of them knew that there was no going back from here.

They eventually broke apart, so that they could catch their breath. Iris pecked her lips once, twice, thrice. "So, you like me huh?" Aurora asked breathless.

Iris chuckled and gave a soft smile. "Well I don't go around kissing people like that. So I think this is a clear indicator that I like you..."

"So will you date me?" Aurora asked hopefully.

"Obviously Rory. But I would like to ask you out properly if you don't mind."

"I will be waiting."

This was so hard to write... It's hard when your own parents just brush off your fears and worries...it's hard...that shouldn't discourage you, reach out to your friends and make your own support system.... If you want to talk my dms are always open

Anyways, let me know how you liked it.

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Laito Sakamaki- Insecurity

REQUEST FROM PROMPT LIST- RIGHT HERE

3- Damnit! Do you have any idea how amazing you are?! Stop being so insecure!

32- Shhh, wouldn’t want the boys to hear us, now would you?

43- You’re so quiet..is something wrong?

57- You know after all that, you can still look at me and see something worth loving?

81- You look so inviting, all tied up.

“BuT i HaVe No IdeA iF yOu cAn dO thAt fOr ThEsE” I’m just kidding! I’ll see what I can do!! . Also yeah go ahead and give yourself a tag, if you request multiple times, it’ll be fun to know exactly who my regulars are!

Leggo!

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You stood in front of the mirror, dropping your bath towel. You couldn’t help but sort of scoff at your reflection. You stared at your face, take note of every single feature...and detesting them intensely. You stared at your body, your your arms...gross, your chest, ew. You turned around to get a good view of your back, every slope made you cringe even more.

You didn’t always think this way, it only came on when you overheard a few girls from school one day. You could remember them laughing about how Laito must have been blind to have seen something in you. They each ripped into yours (and Yui’s, bless her soul) every feature. Your hair being gross and in desperate need of a salon visit, your body which they all agreed could “use intense work” before even deemed worthy enough to look at by any of the Sakamaki brothers.

Since then, you couldn’t bear to even look at yourself, you had truly believed you were disgusting.

You picked up your towel and threw it over the mirror. That was enough ripping into yourself today.

You walked towards your bed to see the clothes you had laid out missing. That was weird you could have sworn-

You sighed. “Laito that isn’t funny.” you said aloud. Just as you suspected, Laito seemingly teleported onto your bed, your clothes in his hands.

“Oh come on, these clothes are so boring. What happened to the expensive sets I got you?”

“You mean those flimsy poor excuses for clothes that no person should ever wear outside?” you rolled your eyes. “Literally right over there.” you pointed to your dresser drawer which was opened with stray shirts peeking out. “You can forget about me wearing those too.” you shook your head.

“Awww why not?” Laito pouted. “I think they would make you look..delicious.”

You shook your head, the light smiled quickly vanishing as you realized you were still naked...in front of Laito. You quickly snapped out of it and snatched your bra from him, quickly putting on on.

“...Are you alright? Usually you love it when I act his way.” Laito’s signature smirk was quickly replaced with a slight frown. “You’re so quiet...is everything alright?”

“I’m okay Laito.” you silently got dressed. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“No you aren’t.” Laito suddenly grabbed you hand pulled you onto the bed towards him. “Something is definitely wrong.”

“I-I...” you sighed. “I overheard some girls...talking about me...and you.”

“Probably about how perfect of a couple we are.” he smirked. “I’m not seeing the problem.”

“...Yeah..they were talking about us...but not how perfect we are...” you trailed off.

“Y/N.” Laito’s face fell.

“Forget it.” you shook your head, standing up.

“No.” Laito’s voice deepened. You felt his footsteps following you. “Why do you let those inferior humans get to you so much?” he asked.

“It’s not getting to me. It’s the truth.” you sighed about to open the door. Laito’s hand slammed in the dor and shut it, probably alarming the entire household.

“Damnit!” Laito’s eyes flashed red. “Do you have any idea how amazing you are?” he slammed his hands on the door trapping you between the door and him. “Stop being so insecure.”

You looked down at your feet. “It’s hard when everyone rips into me but acts like you’re the hottest shit since...” you couldn’t even make a snarky smart ass comment.”

“Look at me” Laito suddenly said. Pouting, you looked up at him, waiting for him to talk.

“Hey...remember when that rogue vampire broke in?” he began. A few months ago, those crazy vampire bursted in...he tried hurting both you and Yui. Laito, being the blood crazed man he was quite literally ripped the rogue in half the second he charged for you. His blood has splattered everywhere, all over him, all over the floor and especially all over you. The first thing you had did was try your best to pin Laito to the ground in an effort to calm him down.

“Yeah?” you sighed. “I remember.”

“Remember when I asked you..”after all that, after seeing what kind of monster I was...you could still look at me and see something worth loving?” he asked. “I couldn’t bear to look at you because I showed you a side of me that I wanted to keep from you?”

Oh no...you knew where he was going with this.

“Yeah.” you mumbled.

“What was your reply?” that stupid smirk spread on his face. “Oh Laito..you aren’t a monster, you could never be a monster. I still love you...you’re so handsome and good looking and sexy take me now my love!” he mocked you.

“I never said that last part!” you whined. “Stop lying!”

“Hm.” Laito’s face got closer to yours. “Dummy. Why are you worrying about what some humans have to say about you. Is it you or them under me every night?”

‘Argh! Don’t say it like that!” you whined. “Dirty minded bastard.” you pouted, turning your head away. You looked up at him with a pout.

“Ah but I did remember...I did take you. Right there next to that worthless rogue’s dead body. Hm...how did it go again?” he faked wonder. “Oh yeah, I started by doing...this!” Laito suddenly grabbed you and quite literally threw you across the room onto your bed. A loud scream of partial delight escaped your lips as you landed right onto Laito who had appeared under you, without any clothes of his own.

Damn him and his vampire speed.

“And then, I did this!” he smirked. Your shirt was suddenly ripped. his cold hands prying apart the fabric from behind your back. “Then you said...Oh Laito, you’re so strong.”

“I did not!” you whined. “Y-you smug bastard.”

“Hm...then maybe I did, this.” he said softly. He lifted his head up, you felt his tongue run up the length of your neck before gently sinking his fangs into your skin.

“L-laito.” you squeaked. He licked up the blood dripping down your neck. “Y-you’re s-so.”

“Then you said...Bite me again...please? “ He licked his lips as you looked back down at him.

You couldn’t even say anything because he may or may not have been but most definitely was right on that part. Laito pinned you down so you were laying on your back. The vampire hovered over you, laughing. The clothes you worked to put on were torn off down to your undergarments.

“So I did...this?”

Laito had an obsession with biting you on your legs. He sung his fangs into your thigh, staring you in the eye.

“What else did I do Y/N?” he asked. “Did I...move my fingers up here?” his hands ghosted over your slit. Hm? His fingertips glided along your wetness before slipping two of his pale fingers into your hole. (...hole...*suggestive eyebrow wiggle*)

“Lai-” you began, Laito kept thrusting his fingers, looking as if he was in his own little world as he allowed droll to fall down his chin from watching you buck into his fingers.

“Shh, dummy. Wouldn’t want anyone hearing us go down memory lane...now would we?” he chuckled coming back to reality. “Hm, maybe I should tie you up...gag your mouth so you can stay quiet.” he laughed delightedly. “Wouldn’t that be fun.” he yanked his fingers from your slit, then bought his hand to his mouth.

“Laito don’t you dare!” you began, but alas Laito had licked your juices off his hand.

“You would look so inviting...all tied up and waiting for your lover to take you...sink his fangs into you....destroy every little bit of sanity you thought you might have had left until all you can scream if for me to take you harder and harder.” Laito growled, this time kissing up your body. Your heart was racing intensely as well as the sweat gathering from feeling so hot.

You were about to speak when Laito opened his mouth again.

“When those inferior humans talk about you, tell me Y/N...is it me they get to look up at every night?” he cooed, feeling the heat radiate off your body. “Is it them begging me to take then deeper and deeper into hell, holding my body up against theirs and taking what’s mine.” he growled, sinking his teeth right into your right breast.

“N-no.” you squeaked.

“Hm, then why in the world would you even consider taking anything they say into consideration when it’s you I choose to focus all my time on.” he chuckled. “When it’s you I get to call mine for the rest of eternity.” he licked up the scar he had made. “When it’s me who gets to-” he cut himself off by kissing your lips. “Do this...” he smirked.

You felt his member almost drive into you, reaching down into every depth of your walls.

“I don’t care if it takes all night, Y/N...I’ll make sure that you know just how much of a beautiful and perfect little pet you are.” Laito breathed into your ear. “Even if I have to make it so you can’t walk for a while.” he chuckled, doing exactly as he said and taking you...deeper and deeper into hell.

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bbysamu · 3 years

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Bandaid

Like I need U series

⭑ part II ⭑

part I ; part III

⭑ Song: Bandaid by Keshi

⭑ Warning: Minor angst

⭑ Pairing: Oikawa x f!reader (slight Tsukishima mention)

Tag list (by request - thank you all for your support): @nachotrash; @whateverfeelz

Oikawa Toru, renowned pretty boy of Aoba Johsai, captain of the volleyball team is known for several things: his fluffy brown hair, charming smile, charismatic personality and killer volleyball skills.

Less known for his hard work ethic, love for aliens, and crush on one of the Karasuno’s volleyball manager.

It was a Tuesday, Iwaizumi had texted the captain reminding him of a practice match with Karasuno, where Tobio Kageyama was currently setter. All day Oikawa had been looking forward to this practice match, where he could see Kageyama again to see if Oikawa is still the better setter. After all, he’s been working so hard to make sure he can beat Kageyama. So despite being placed on a break by his coach, Oikawa was sure nothing could stop him from at least playing a little bit in the match.

When Oikawa arrived, he stood at the door, watching the match, in which Karasuno was currently leading. Annoyed, he did a quick survey of the team. Sure, Karasuno got some tall players and their raven-haired and blonde managers are just as beautiful as rumors but thats it. Karasuno was just another volleyball team.

Oikawa suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. He whirled around to find a black-haired girl politely smile up at him. Oikawa’s breath caught in his throat.

“Excuse me, do you mind letting me through? I’m one of Karasuno’s manager and I’m running a little late” (Y/N) smiled apologetically at tall boy blocking the door.

“Oh yes, of course of course, sorry about that” Oikawa quickly moved out the way, watching the beautiful manager make her way over to her team. He didn’t miss the way she first glanced around her team before shyly blowing a kiss at the tall blond middle blocker, who pretended to catch it, making her giggle.

Oikawa was surprised by the disappointment he felt in his heart. He was constantly surrounded by his fan girls, many of whom are pretty, so what was this new feeling? Why was he disappointed to see this beautiful girl, a stranger no less, have a boyfriend?

The match went by quickly, though still playing at his best, Oikawa’s silly self rivalry with Kageyama took a backseat, as he kept glancing over at her. He saw the way she bit her lips in anticipation when it was Karasuno’s turn to attack, the worry in her eyes when Tsukishima held his fingers, re-adjusting the tape on them, and the smile of relief when he reassured her he was fine.

After the game, as all were cleaning up, he felt his eyes being drawn over to her again and couldn’t help but listen in on their conversation. He saw how Tsukishima came over to (Y/N), one hand slightly ruffling her hair, the other clutching his waterbottle, asking “hey (Y/n) why were you late today hm?”

“Sorry babe, Hinata forgot something in class so I had to go back to get it for him”, (Y/N) answered, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Tsukishima playfully yelled out to Hinata, “hey tangerine head, stop forgetting things and making my girlfriend late to watch me”.

Oikawa watched as (Y/N) giggled, before playfully hitting her boyfriend, asking him not to be mean to Hinata, as the tiny middle blocker jumped around apologizing to (Y/N).

Oikawa watched as Tsukishima tenderly pick up (Y/N)’s hand and led her out of the gym, following the rest of the Karasuno.

“Crappykawa if you keep looking your eyes might fall out”, the familiar sound of his best friend’s voice called out, followed by the snickers of the other Seijoh four.

Suddenly an eruption of “Oikawa senpai!!!” rang out as girly giggles echoed throughout the gym. Oikawa turned his attention to his fan girls, trying to stop his thoughts from wandering back to Karasuno’s manager, who is clearly in a happy relationship.

A Few Weeks Later

“Oikawa please stop bouncing around, why the heck are you so twitchy today” Makki called out, trying to get his captain to stop moving around so much.

“I heard we have a new manager and she used to be from Karasuno” Oikawa sang out loud, “i’m just glad we have a manager after Sana-chan had to leave, or else the team would be a mess!”

Makki pouted “no need to remind me about Sana, I’m happy for a new manager too”, who’s ex-girlfriend is the previous manager.

The door suddenly opened and there (Y/N) stood, as beautiful, if not more, as Oikawa remembered. The gym suddenly fell silent, as the rest of the team stood gaping at their new manager.

A slow blush rose to her cheeks, her eyes shyly cast down for a slight second, before clearing her throat. “Hi boys! My name is (Y/N) and i’ll be your new manager!” She smiled brightly and suddenly everyone was encouraged to approach her.

Kindaichi bounced up excitedly to her “Hi (Y/N) senpai, thanks for being our manager!” The other boys nodded in agreement.

The captain stepped forward and couldn’t help the blush rising to his cheeks as Y/N focused her eyes on him. “Has her eyes always been this big, her lashes so long? She’s cute, she’s super cute, oh but she has a boyfriend argh” Oikawa thought to himself, before clearing his throat realizing he stepped forward without saying anything for the past ten seconds.

After introducing her to the team and making sure she’s settled in, the captain returned to the team for practice, glancing over at her frequently to make sure she’s okay.

While the other players only noticed her beauty and friendly personality, Oikawa saw a lot more, the way she stared off into space for the tiniest of moments, eyes suddenly glassy before blinking and taking a deep breath or the way she seemed to force herself to smile at nothing. Oikawa frowned, wondering what was going on.

A few weeks passed, Y/N became more and more comfortable with the team and the team more comfortable with her. Oikawa and Y/N also became much closer friends. It was easy for the two of them to get along, both of them with easy going and optimistic personalities.

♫ You should have told me I don't know what to say Why are you sorry How did it get this way ♫

Oikawa found it weird that Y/N never mentioned Tsukishima, until one day after school. Y/N, Oikawa and the rest of the Seijoh four decided to stop by Starbucks after school for a quick pick-me-up after a long, tiring day before heading back for practice.

Oikawa watched Y/N furrowed her brows in frustration.

“Argh I don’t know what to choose! Mattsun what would you rather have ? matcha latte or strawberry frapp?” Y/N asked

Matsukawa wrinkled his nose in disgust “ew neither”.

The rest of the boys laughed as Y/N hit Mattsun out of frustration, laughters quickly drowning out Mattsun’s protest “Y/N why are you hitting me for your inability to choose!!”

As sudden as the laughter began, it died as the boys looked at the clear look of shock on your face. Oikawa following your eyes saw the tall blonde middle blocker hand-in-hand with another girl (who was wayyy not as cute as Y/N ,Oikawa thought to himself).

He saw the way Tsukishima’s shock mirrored Y/N’s, before his girlfriend, with a slight smirk, pulled the tall player down to herself to give him a quick kiss.

Oikawa whipped his head to look at Y/N’s, who now with slight tears around her eyes, quickly wiped them and said to the captain “just get me a matcha latte please, i’ll..um...wait for you guys outside”. Putting on a brave smile, Y/N walked past Tsukishima and Yuki before heading outside.

Oikawa looked at the rest of his friends in shock, before running out after Y/N, leaving the rest of the Seijoh boys to throw nasty looks at Tsukishima and Yuki.

The pretty setter found Y/N in the alley outside the coffee shop wiping tears from her eyes. As soon as Y/N sees Oikawa, she threw him a feeble smile, nose red from crying. Without thinking, Oikawa threw his arms around her and drew her close.

“He cheated on me, I don’t know why. I’m sorry” Y/N whispered against his chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why are you sorry? It’s not your fault” Oikawa replied.

The two stood there in a tight embrace, one heart broken, one heart breaking for the one broken.

♫ I'm afraid That bandaids Are no good For heartache ♫

“I like you Y/N” Oikawa murmured, unable to stop himself from confessing.

Y/N stiffened at his confession, trying to pull away but the setter pulled her tighter.

“It’s okay, I’m not expecting anything. I just want you to know”.

Y/N looked up at him, eyes wet with tears. “I’m sorry Toru, but i’m afraid.”

Oikawa smiled “Don’t worry I’m here for you, I’ll wait for you for as long as you need”.

Bandaids are no good for heartache, but Oikawa Toru doesn’t want to be your bandaid, he wants to be your heart.

#haikyuu imagines #oikawa x y/n #haikyuu scenarios #oikawa x you #oikawa x reader #hq imagines #hq tsukishima #tsukishima angst #hq scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #hq fluff

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taehyungsgrowl · 5 years

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Okay-so here’s some more sugar baby content because I LIVE for that shit. So Duncan comes home late to see Jim and the reader cuddling together in bed (both asleep) and he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever and gets turned on. So he tries to be as quiet as possible when he jerks off but he ends up waking Jim and he wakes up (Y/N) to help out Duncan.

hi! i missed them quite a bit! I hope you enjoy this! I had a lot of fun writing it.

i was hoping to have out my shy!hawthorne!michael out before this, but i was in the mood to write about duncan x sugar babies so here we are.

(also i based my tags off the earlier post and so if you liked it i’m tagging u bc i’m assuming thats what u meant and if not im sorry im just a dumb baby ok)

Duncan finally felt like he could breathe when he stepped into the corridors of his home. Too many long nights were spent away at the office when he could have been with his Jim and Y/N.

He quietly called out their name as he dropped his keys on the table. He soon realized they must have fallen asleep without him. He sighed a heavy sigh, wishing he had gotten to see more of them. He promised himself to take them out to the beach house again soon. Jim and Y/N always seemed their happiest when they were there. It was their little slice of heaven; for all three of them really.

Undoing the buttons of his crisp oxford blue shirt, he walked into his room to find them both fast asleep. Before he even entered the room, he could hear the melody of their soft snoring and breathing.

Jim was stripped to his heather grey boxer briefs that clung to his bottom, making it appear nice and firm. If there was one part of Jim’s body that drove Duncan mad - it was his thighs. Jim’s fleshy thighs were carelessly draped over Y/N’s. Both of their legs tangled with each other in the center of their California king sized bed.

Jim had one arm securely around their princess - tightly circling her bare torso. The only thing (besides Jim’s bicep) covering her were the poor excuse for panties she wore to bed. He knew one harsh tug and those panties could come apart. Flimsy, sheer lace adorned her - and if that weren’t enough to make Duncan’s blood rush to his cock, he noticed the way Jim’s hand was placed on her lower stomach, his fingers resting on the waistband of her panties. So close to slipping in.

A fleeting thought in Duncan’s mind is they did this on purpose. He feels himself straining in his pants; he finished unbuttoning his shirt, but left it hanging open on his shoulders. He was towering over them at the foot of the bed, careful not to make a sound - when Y/N let out the softest moan he’d ever heard, accompanied by a stretch and wiggle of her ass into Jim’s crotch. Even in his sleep, Jim instinctively pulled her closer.

“Fuck,” Duncan sighed. The dim lighting from the nightstand lamp made both of their skins achieve a soft glow and Duncan just wanted to reach out and touch them. Feel them. Kiss them.

His hands fumbled with his designer belt, struggling to pull it apart quickly in the heat of the moment. Shifting uncomfortably until finally he felt his pants pool around his ankle. What had come over him, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was the pent up tension at work or being away from them so so long that had Duncan leaking and desperate for them.

But seeing their calm, restful faces, sleeping peacefully, he didn’t have the heart to wake them. So he had to make do on his own. Duncan knew how to use his hands, not only on others, but on himself. He palmed at his underwear, allowing the tips of his fingers to trace the outline of his cock. Even though the cotton material, he could make out the veins on his length.

Duncan’s left hand ran down his chest as his slipped inside his waistband with his right hand. He gently pinched at his nipple before trailing down and pulling his underwear off. Once he was free he mimicked the way he would be touching Jim on his own cock. Letting his eyes flutter shut, he thumbed over the smooth head, spreading the precum down his shaft. Behind closed eyes he imagined how Jim would shudder with a touch like that.

“Mhmm,” the sound he made was primal and came from deep within his throat. He flicked his wrist upward, jerking his shaft. He senses were on fire; the AC kicked off in the room and made his already erect nipples pebble up. Beginning to pull and tug on his cock with gaining speed, his breathing quickened.

Thoughts of not waking them up, slowly leaving his conscious mind as he came increasingly louder. Labored breathing and throaty groans soon filled the room. He spit into his left hand to cover his cock in his hot saliva to twist and wrench himself util he was bucking his hips into his tight fist. “Baby,” he groaned aloud as he squeezed himself imagining it was Y/N’s tight little pussy clenching around him.

So lost in his arousal he missed Jim stirring awake. Jim had to blink a few times to ensure he wasn’t just having a wet dream. He slowly sat up, seeing Duncan’s shirt cling to his chest as it rose and fell quickly. His eyes wandered down to Duncan’s hand, tightly wrapped around his thick, lengthy cock.

“Argh,” Duncan continued with his eyes closed, unaware of the little audience he now had. There was nothing hotter than the sounds Duncan made - he never shied away from being a vocal man. His deep rasp resonated through his moans.

Jim gently shook Y/N awake. “Looks like daddy needs some help, princess..” he mumbled in her ear.

“Mmm?” she moaned out a sleepy question, slowly opening her eyes. Duncan must have thought the quiet sound he heard was all in his head as he responded to it, “That’s right, princess..”

Her mouth shaped into an “O” as her pout hung open, seeing the sheer pleasure their daddy was in. Exchanging an ever knowing glance at Jim, they both positioned themselves on their knees at the foot of the bed - a few mere inches away from the action.

“Do you need some help, daddy?” Jim’s giggle startled the older man. His eyes shot open. He didn’t know his cock could ache this much, but with both his babies barely dressed and on their knees for him - how could it not?

He let himself go, making his cock bounce freely. “Baby, please,” he reached for Jim’s head pulling him in closer, “I want you both,” his fingers tangled into Y/N’s hair.

Y/N scooted closer, placing a wet, sloppy kiss on his hip bone, “All you had to do was ask, daddy. It’s what we’re here for,” she winked up at him. Even with a sleepy smile, she managed to tease him.

As if on cue, both Jim and her kissed the sides of his shaft, their lips brushing past each other as they devoured Duncan in attention.

The way in which they synced with one another to please Duncan was other worldly. There was no fighting for attention because it was all for Duncan. Both Jim and Y/N thrived off making Duncan feel good.

They took turns with his cock in their mouths, edging him closer to his release. Where Y/N was slow, steady, and detail oriented; like gliding her tongue over each and every curve or swirling it around his head -- Jim was the opposite. It was complimentary, really. He was fast, wet, and sloppy. Drool dripped down his chin as Duncan hit the back of his throat. Ever the so helpful Y/N, licked it clean before kissing the base of Duncan’s cock.

With the duality of both sensations alternating, Duncan knew he would be cumming soon. He felt his strong thighs tense and his cock twitch. “Fuck, oh my god,” he gripped the hair of both of them tightly in two fists as he let his orgasm rip through him. He felt every nerve ending on his body become electric as he shot his load over both of them.

The mess he made was made even more erotic as Jim and Y/N cleaned each other off. Greedy mouths chased after his seed on each others skin. Y/N turned her attention back to Duncan and began kissing up his body. Jim loved seeing her all but crawl but Duncan. Her ass was in the air facing him and he couldn’t help but just grasp it his hands.

He gave her ass a firm smack, gaining an approving smirk from Duncan.

“Good to have you home, daddy,” she kissed his jaw and pulled him down on the bed with her.

With each sweet baby on either side of him, Duncan wrapped his arms around them both, letting them (and himself) rest for a moment. He kissed the top of Jim’s head, followed by Y/N’s head, “Glad to be home..” he sighed.

tagging these babies: @divinelangdon @desertsunflower00 @1-800-bitchcraft @langdonsinferno @peachesandfern @brieababy @lathraios @ladyren33 @miss-diamonds @nickisgirl @daadddysprincesss @duncan-sojourn @littlehouseofleaves @langdonswhoreprobably @lovelylangdonx @suspiciousamountofghosts

#me writing something w/o making it fluffy? idk her #duncan x sugar babies #jim mason #duncan shepherd #duncan x jim x y/n #duncan shepherd smut #jim mason smut #hoc #house of card #TTOPV #the tribes of palos verdes #cody fern #ahs #american horror story #duncan shepherd x reader #jim mason x reader

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hjh-ceilo-monster · 4 years

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Soulmate Verse : Tangled (PJM)

Summary : Do you believe in soulmate?Of course,everyone in this world would say yes.In the world with soulmate system,your dream were to find one like others.However,growing up with no red string or other sign make you feel disappoint.What’ll happen when one day you see the red mark on your finger and then a cat turn up in front of your door at the same day?

Author POV.

In the world with soulmate system,people are all so eager to find their soulmate. Each of them will have a condition,a mark,a string or any sign that show their connection with their half.

You were one of them.Ever since you were a child,you dreamed of meeting your soulmate.However,borning with no sign,mark,mole or any condition to determine whether you have a soulmate or not was a serious problem for you.Your surrounding was so harsh toward you.Some bullied you while the others just laughed.

Growing older with those things make you become a strong independent woman.You now are carng no more whether you have a soulmate or not.You promise yourself to enjoy every minutes in your life;eventhough,you may be single forever till you die.

“You plan to travel again?”

“Yeah I have a lot of free time anyway.”

“Ah sometimes I jelous,ya know.You are so delight with your life.In fact you have no soulmate.”

“Like I care.I can take care myself and enjoy my life alone.”

You are having a conversation with your best friend.She was a gorgeous girl who fortunately find her soulmate since her first year in college.It was funny back then when her soulmate thought he was gay.However when they both got to know each other,they got together a month or two afterward.

“Gotta go sis,some business come up.”

“Some business or a lunch date with your boy?” You tease her and she blushes. They engaged for a year now yet they all act like a highschooler.You let her go, bid her a goodbye.

You get bored and decide to explore the familiar streets of your town again.You love travelling.Exploring variety places around the world.Seeing people stroll down the streets,cars running on roads and different scenerio of cities are things that warm up your heart.

Next day

“Brazil...I think I’ve already been there.”

“Need to add Scandinavian area on the list.”You are checking on your travel journal.Checking your old lists for places that left you to explore.All of sudden,there a sound from your front door.

Y/N POV.

I’ve been checking the lists when all of sudden the sound interupt my thought. That must come from the front door.I sigh and leave my sofa.Approaching the door then open up.

“A cat?” The little calico creature sit in front of the door.Its paw still pat on the door.I grab him/her up.

“What are doing here hmm?Where’s your owner?”

“Meow” It reply and start clinging on me.I bring him inside.Walking back to the sofa and settle him down.‘I think he might be hungry.’So I start roaming around my kitchen.I take the bow out and pour milk down.

Putting in front of him,he start licking.‘How can someone leave him alone on the street?’I think in my head.Seeing the creature slurping all of the milk,I smile. Gently pet him and gain the meow sound from him.

“What’s your name?”

I look at his collar,trying to find the name.I see the name tag,golden round plate hanging under his chin.I search the name and see the engrave letter in it.This cat must belong to the rich guy.No one would use pure gold to engrave a cat name and put it on the collar.

“So it’s Chim.”

“Meow”

Coming closer and snuggle into my lap,I chuckle with this lil cat action.I caress his fur under my palm,it is so soft.Wait! why my finger has a red mark on it.I suddenly stare st my hand.The red mark form like a ring wrapping around my right ring finger.

“What is this?Did I hurt myself?” I mumble with confuision.I decide to ignore it and cuddle the cat to sleep.

Jimin POV.

It’s been a week and I miss my baby.I didn’t know when that rascal ran off the house and where will it be right now.I just hope it didn’t go cause trouble or get capture.I sigh and snuggle with my pillow.

“Young master,we found him.”

“Huh?Really Jinssi,you found him?”

“Yes,you might as well come with us.” I nod and follow my butler,Jin.He’s like my brother to be honest.I live my lonely life with these luxury things yet not satisfy with it.How can you ba happy when money can’t buy you a real friend?

“Taehyungssi,drive to this place please.”

“Yes young master.”

Taehyung,my driver,start driving the car out of my villa.I start dozing off with silence cover the whole atmosphere inside the car.Without even realize the caar stop,Tae speak.

“We arrive.”

“Oh thank you.” I open the door before Taehyung will open it for me.Sometimes these two are serving me too much.I can do it by myself.Not I don’t like it but at least,I want them to treat me just like a friend.

I look at the house in front of me.So he’s been here for the whole week.I appraoch the door and ring the bell.Anxious is written all over my face.Will the owner think I’m a weirdo? Will it be rude to come like this?

“Calm down Jiminie.”

“But Tae.”

“Umm excuse me sir how can I help you?”

When the ower open the door,I see the girl in front of me.We might actually around the same age but her face look younger than me.I feel nervous but why and why I feel my finger burning.

“I would...huh I come..”

“Young master come here to pick up his cat.One of your neighbor said that he was here.”

“You mean Chim?” She asks Taehyung.I only nod while Taehyung answer her question.She runs back inside the house.

Author POV.

After the incident,Jimin got his lovely cat back.However,he was so disappoint for a whole week since he forgot to ask your name.While on your side,you still try to find out about your red ring mark.

“Miss it’s nothing to worry about.”

“Something happen with my finger and you tell me to not worry about it?”

“Well you see miss,this mark is your soulmate mark.”

“What?” You gasp,don’t want to believe what he just said.You were growing up for like 27 years and you just got a stupid mark burn a week ago?That was unbelievable.

“I suppose you never have seen it or may be you born with no mark,am I right?”

“Yeah but how?”

“I can’t really explain to you either to be honest.It’s a rare case to find someone get their mark this late.Usually if you are this age and still no mark or any other sign,that means you have no soulmate.”

After you come back from the clinic,you walk around the park to clear your head. You got a mark for a week and now you know that mark is soulmate mark.You don’t want to believe any of this right now.

“Meow”

“Huh?” You look down and see the same calico cat in front of you.He walks toward you and start circling around your leg.You gently pick him up from the ground.

“I wonder,is it because he lost you or you actually escape?”

“Meow..Meow”

“Argh you run away again,little res...cal.”

A figure stop infront of you and rant something.When he looks up,oh it’s that boy again.Jimin notice your presence and regret his word immediately.He just curse in front of you.

“Sorry,he’s a little trouble.”

“No prob,at least you didn’t lose this little guy to some capturers.”

“Thanks again uhh..”

“Y/N,I’m F/N L/N.”

“Park Jimin,Jimin.” He reply with a blush crept up to his face.He wants to cover his face ,but no use.

“Youg ma- it’s you again miss.”

“Nice to see you.” You smile.Taehyung glance at Jimin who’s now standing with a red face and clueless.Hi mentally face palm himself.

“Miss,thank you for save him again.” Then he look at Jimin and speak.

“Jimin-ah I think you should treat her at least a meal?”

“No you don’t hav-”

“Okay let’s go then Taehyung.”

“Yes young master.”

‘This is akward.’ Both of them thought in their head.They can feel the tension in the air and none of them dare to break silence.Taehyung only sigh while Jin look at these clueless kids.

“Taehyung we need to do something.”

“Hyung I swear,I try everything but Jimin though...”

“Hopeless,I see.”

Jin then start serving the meal.Both of them again look at the meal and prepare to eat.When Jimin munch up,Y/N stay still in her place.Jimin only look at her and decide to speak.

“Aren’t you hungry?” He asks.

“Uhh I well isn’t it like too much for me?” You ask with stutter in your voice.All of the meals,yes they look delicious.However,you feel abit anxious about his butlers serve you expensive dishes.

“You can eat all of this miss.I assure this is the best dishes you will ever have and it isn’t too much.As ouur young master thanks gift.” Jin speak and you nod.

Jin is responsible replace Taehyung who is a bit tired.He tries his best to encourage theses two to talk.It quite help them a bit.

“Young master,maybe you should hang out with her more often.I think Chim really love her so it’ll be good.Plus you didn’t have a friend.”

“Hyung.” Jimin whisper.He starts getting uncomfortable with the topic while you look at him.Wondering what’s going on.

“Sure no problem for me.” Jimin eyes widen when Jin glance at him with a little smirk.He then introduce himself.

Your decision that day wasn’t a regretable one.Jimin is a nice guy to hang out and one similar trait you both have is love travelling like life.Although Jimin personality is a shy type,he tries his best to open up with you.

You get to know that this guy was the owner of the villa at the corner of your street for all those year.He was a super rich kid yet lacking the socialize skills. You also learn that he has his own tutors.He isn’t attend the college since most of the time he work in his family company.

You have a chance to mmet his tutor once.His name is ‘Kim Namjoon’.That guy was so cool and know a lot of things.The next one is ‘Min Yoongi’ , his cousine. Your presence become a fimiliar one in the villa.The butlers and maids won’t hesitate to open up the gate when you visit.

“Noona let’s go to the cat cafe.”

“You wanne go there again.” He nods cutely while put up his pout face.

‘What is this heart beat?’ You think before accept this guy idea.

“You’re here again,noona,hyung.” Jungkook one of the waiter in this cafe greet us.

“This boy wanna come here again.”

“Your usual?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook tap a few time on the matchine.He puts a discount again and Jimin disagree.They argue for a while until you pay the whole price.Asking Jungkook to join your table after his break.

Now three of you hang out inside the cafe.Jungkook offer Jimin a special ticket to come to the night celebration of his cafe.

“You visit here again,kid?” Yoongi enter the cafe and see all of you are chatting with each other.

“Hyung you know I love your cats.” That’s right Jimin love cats and Yoongi is the owner of this house.

4 months later

“Hyung I don’t want to go.”

“But you need to go.Auntie force me to drag you this time.”

“Young master you need to go this year.Beside you’re going to get the position soon.”

Jimin sigh in defeat.He doesn’t know what to argue.His parents want him to go to that stupid event again.Taehyung and Yoongi try to convince him.Out of the blue,Jin comes up with the weird idea.

“So you want me to go to the fancy party of your family as your partner?”

“Noona please,I don’t know who to ask for help.”

“His parents force me to force him to go this year.” Y/N quint your eyes then stare at every single of them.You well how will you put this up.The fact that you hate fancy pary and all.

“Fine,just this one.”

“Noona! love ya.”

Jimin jump toward you and hug tightly.Both of you feel the electric spark,but you ignore it.Skinship is apart of Jimin habit when he’s with you.You don’t think much of it.However,for Yoongi he feel something is off.

‘Soulmate...are they?’

A week pass so fast.Now both of them is in the venue of Jimin’s parents company anniversary.You can’t lie that you don’t feel nervous.One thing that you notice about this event is that everyone is business men or women.

“Ugh..I hate this feeling.”

“Noona,you’re going to be fine.”

“Our Jiminie is here,honey.” The woman around 50 step toward you guys.You look at her and greet with a smile.

“My boy is here.How are you sone?”

‘So this is his parents.’Your thought alarm in the head.You observe his family quietly without speaking anything.

The event turned out well.You didn’t feel that nervous after all.For his family,they treated you well.They were a bit surprise since their son never interact much people,leave alone girls.

However,what was a sad thing?

“Noona,I found my soulmete.”

You are in your room.The only sentence that run in your head is that sentence. You should feel happy for him,but why you don’t.The phone inturupt your thought so you pick up the call.

“Noona.” Oh it’s him.God,out of all people and now?

“Yep what is it?”

“Can you help me for my date today please?I don’t know what to prepare and I’m feel...”Everything he speak start fading away.You don’t know why.Your mind turn blank and don’t hear anything at all.

“You here me noona,helloooo....”

“Oh umm ok,what time?”

“Afternoon would be great.”You accept it and the line cut off.How the hell will you face him when your head is full of sorrow.

From first date turn into second then third.Finally,those two date each other.You were left their by yourself again.For the first time in your life,you feel hurt.You decide it’s the time to start you trip.

You go without saying any goodbye.Eveyone know about it accept him.Not like he will notice since he has his girlfriend by his side.You’ve been in the plane for 3 hours now.Your thought still full of Jimin.

“Just why you need to lie?”Jimin is now crying.His puffy eyes get redder and redder.His throat become dry with no voice left to speak.

“Well you see boy,you’re a rich kid.I think I can mess with you for awhile.Who would think you’re so boring.”

“Get out of my house!”

“Fine! I get what I want anyway.Bye toy.”

With that,she leaves the house.The girl that he once believe is his soulmate now gone.‘Stupid fate,why do I need soulmate?’Jin come inside and comfort the young boy while Taehyung sigh.

“Jimin..Jimin...”Namjoon call Jimin a lot of time today.The boy looks lifeless to him.He wonders what happened.

“Let’s end the class for today.”

“No hyung,you can continue.”

“I won’t continue.Look at you,you look like zombie.”Namjoon gesture make him face the floor.

“Anything you want to talk with hyung?”

“I didn’t see her forawhile now.”

“Really...”Jimin face turn into a sad one.He comes to the cat cafe since you aren’t at home.Asking Jungkook whether he saw you visited here these pass few weeks.

“She left.”Yoongi reply his question.Making both of them turn and face him.

“She’s on her trip now.Why do you ask?”Yoongi continue.Jimin all of sudden fuming with anger.

“And why didn’t you tell me hyung?!”

“Because you don’t care Jimin.For the last time I saw you was when you and your girlfriend clued to each other.Never once visit Y/N after that event.”

Both of them start fighting and arguing in the cafe.Fortunetely,the cafe already close.Yoongi blood is boiling with anger.Each of them aren’t going to back down.A tense aruguing turn into a fist fight in not time.Jungkook need to call Taehyung.While him and Jhope,the other worker ,who decide to help him close the shop for today,come and help him as well.

“I know you’re jealous of me right?”

“Why do I need to jealous you?”

“Because Y/N didn’t like you.”And then another fist land on Jimin face.

“Why do I need to jealous a bastard who can’t treat his soulmate right.Perhaps didn’t even care about her and her feeling at all.You just whore around with that girl when your actual soulmate is Y/N!”

Everything stop,literally stop.Jimin head is spinning and trying it best to process with what Yoongi has just said.He stops and step back from Yoongi.How can.. how of people is her?No,he just doesn’t understand at all.

“I think to myself I would step back.I want you to realize by yourself.Seems like I’m wrong.You’re stupid,Park Jimin.And if you don’t do anything,fuck that soulmate system because I’ll make her mine.Mark my word!”

Yoongi release Jimin collar and go inside manager room.Jimin stands there and thinks about everything.Yoongi come out of his room and throw a letter toward his cousine.

“Leave before you get another one.”

3 months later : Y/N POV.

“Home sweet home,I miss you.”

After your trip,I feel like I become alive again.This trip really heal my heart and my mind.I’m in the airport,waiting for my luggage.Getting everything,I find Taehyung and Yoongi.

For the pass 3 months,me and Yoongi become really close to each other, Taehyung and Jin as well.For Jungkook,I visit him after I settle everything into the house.

“Noona how was the trip?”

“Good,get something for you as well.”

“Your the best!”He runs and charge a hug toward you.You only chuckle with his adorable action.

I make it up with him by hang out with the boy for a whole week.I get to know Jhope,his coworker as well.Both of us find something in common which is dancing.Jhope invite me to become a new choreogrpher or at least his coworker at the studio he’s been working for years.

“I don’t really want to ask this,but did you contact him yet?”

“No Jungkook,I’m not..ready.”

“You know,he was really worry for this past few months.He visited our shop every day as possible.Not long ago he gained his position.Eventhough his schedule became tougher each day,he tried his best to visit your house,the cafe or anything places he thought he would find you.He would always bring Chim with him and hoped my be Chim would find you.”

I want to cry.Why this boy make me feel like I’m a bitch here.Am I that harsh toward him?Am I acting too selfish?I am confuse,so confuse with myself. Jungkook words spark the old feeling of mine.

“I don’t know what really happen.However,I respect his effort.You should give him a chance.At least for him to prove himself especially when Yoongi hyung told us he was your soulmate.”Jhope speak and look at me.

‘I need to do what’s right,for once.’

Jimin POV.

Again,at the park under the tree with Chim.I don’t want to give up yet.Not when everything happened because of me and my stupid mind that couldn’t realize sooner.

“Chim do you think she will come here today?”

“Meow”

“I hope buddy.”

“Meow..Meow”He snuggles into my chest.

Chim is sometimes acting like a human.I look around the park and sigh. ‘Where are you,noona?’I think to myself.My eye lids get heavier.Still sitting under the tree like that until everything turn black.

“Huh what time is it?”I open my eyes.I must be so tired today.Sleeping here is a bit embarrasing yet so calm.

“Wait Chim,where are you?”

I call out his name and nothing answer back.Panic rise in my chest and make my feet move.Roaming around the park to find that little trouble maker.‘That guy does this again.’

“Chim..Chim come out your little rascal.” I walk around and shout like an idiot.

“I swear if your don’t come out,no more toy and tuna.”

Author POV.

“Let’s find your owner hhmm?”

It’s been a half hour that Y/N wandered around the park to find this cat owner.‘Is she that attractive for a cat?’she thinks.The weather start getting colder and colder so she snuggles the creatuers in her coat.

“Chim...”You here a voice from afar.The cat wiggle and simply ‘meow’.You decide to follow the sound.

“Sir I think I found..your cat.”

“Noona?”Both of them stare at each other.For Jimin,he feels like a miricle happen to him.For Y/N,the sprak light her feeling back.Both of them continue to stare deep into each other soul.

Memories show in front of them like a flash of time line.How they’ve been together,laugh,smile and hurt.Both never realize until now.Stepping closer and closer,gaps between them reduce.Jimin embrace you tightly in his arm.

“I’m sorry.”He whimper those words out,broking your heart.

“So am I.”You reply.

You continue stay in that position.Warmth crept up and take over your body,both of you.The air is chill yet nice.Smelling of the pine tree mix with a little spice from Jimin make you relax.Jimin then realese you,still holding your hands.

“Noona,let me have a chance to prove myself.”He glance up at you.Looking at you with eyes full of hope.

“Don’t let me down..again.”

Perhaps from everything that fate created and tangled them up like a knot,this is the start of the climax.Starting from here where they both try to untangle their fate and make things right for once.

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