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cloudcountry · 1 year

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part of my world

Genre/Tropes: There's some "scary one x soft one" dynamic sprinkled in here!! There's also some hinted mutual pining.

Summary: You decide to join Jade's club so you can spend more time with him, but your friends are more than a little wary about what the eel has in store for you.

Author's Comments: man i love jade leech and his silly little mushrooms. i would let him cook me the most outrageous mushroom experiments and i would eat them all. Also JADE GETS JEALOUS!!!!!

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“You want to join?” Jade blinked, his eyes wide as he set the cool drink on your table.

“Yes! Really badly!” you accepted the drink gratefully, staring up at the merman with stars in your eyes, “Your club sounds really cool, and Crowley said I have to join something but basketball and board games and track aren’t my thing but then I saw yours and I was like that’s so cool! So pleaseee let me join! I want to learn about mushrooms since I know you like them-”

A gentle hand placed on your head stopped your pleading, Jade’s affectionate gaze making a wobbly smile spread across your face. He sighed, rubbing gentle circles while tapping his other hand to his mouth thoughtfully.

“I don’t know...” he hummed, “The mountains can be harsh...are you sure you can handle it? Aren’t you worried about being alone with a scary moray?”

“Stop teasing!” you huffed, snatching up the hand that wasn’t petting your head and squeezing it.

“Of course I’ll let you go with me, Prefect. I’d love to have you along.” Jade laughed quietly, giving your head a final pat before he pulled away, “I’ll come pick you up at Ramshackle three days from now, okay?”

“Yes! Thank you so much Jade!” you beamed, nearly launching yourself out of the booth and into his arms in your excitement.

“It’s nothing. I’m simply pleased you’re interested.” he smiled back, sharp teeth glinting in the low lighting of the Mostro Lounge, “Please enjoy your drink. It’s on me.”

🍄

You paced around the Ramshackle Lounge living room, going through a mental checklist of all the things Jade would have you pack for the expedition. Grim sat on the dust couch, curled up and staring at you weirdly.

“Why’re you pacing around like that? It’s weirding me out.” he grumbled, making himself comfortable on the dusty fabric.

“I joined a club.” you said, beaming as your pace quickened, “Jade is going to pick me up soon and then we’re going to go look for mushrooms in the mountains!”

“What?!” Grim jolted up, eyes wide, “You’re going in the mountains? Alone? With Jade?! Henchhuman, do you have a death wish?!”

“Relax, Grimmy. I’ll be alright. I’m really excited for this!” you said, patting his head absentmindedly as you passed by the couch again.

Grim opened his mouth, about to beg you to stay and not go anywhere with that creepy eel, but three loud knocks on the front door halted the words in his throat. You jumped, smiling as you ran to the door and threw it open. Ace and Deuce stood on your porch, both jumping a foot when you flung the door open.

“Damn Prefect, how happy are you to see us?” Ace teased, making his way inside.

“I know we’ve been gone for a bit, but you don’t have to act like we left you here all alone.” Deuce joined in, smirking at you.

“No, no. It’s not that. I was just-”

“The Prefect is going on a date with Jade!”

The three of you turned to look at Grim, flabbergasted at the sudden outburst. Ace and Deuce turned to look at you with the same expression, their eyes wide and disbelieving.

“It’s not a date, Grim!” you yelled, feeling your face heat up, “I just joined his club, that’s literally it. Stop making these weird accusations-”

“Prefect!? You can’t be serious, right?” Ace grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you hard, “You can’t go anywhere with Jade! He’s dangerous!”

“Ace is right!” Deuce blurted out, hands outstretched in front of him like he didn’t know what to do with them, “What if he hurts you? You can’t trust him!”

“Guys, you can calm down. I like Jade. He isn’t going to do anything weird. We’re just going to look for mushrooms and go on a hike. He’s not Floyd.” you joked, laughing lightly to ease their nerves.

They don’t look convinced.

You sighed, pulling away from Ace and looking them both in the eye.

“Look, I’ve wanted to go with Jade for a long time. I want to go out into the mountains and experience what his club is all about. I’m genuinely interested in it and I’d appreciate it if you guys just let me take this one. I’ve been fine on my own before, so stop worrying. I’m fine.”

“Prefect, I’m telling you, those Octavinelle guys are bad news. We don’t want you getting hurt out there, especially because of Jade.” Ace crossed his arms over his chest.

“And I’m telling you, that won’t happen. Jade might be unpredictable but he’s not cruel to me.” you waved away their worries, turning towards the door with the intention of leaving.

Jade was standing in the doorway to Ramshackle, a heavy looking backpack on his shoulders as he smiled serenely.

“Hello, Prefect.” he opened his eyes, regarding you with a nod, “Ace. Deuce. Grim.”

The other three stayed silent, whether out of fear or embarrassment or the silent treatment, you didn’t know. You beamed, approaching Jade with a bounce in your step.

“Jade! I hope you weren’t waiting long?” you asked, refusing to look back at your three friends.

“I wasn’t. I just got here.” he chuckled, unhooking a smaller backpack from his shoulder and holding it out to you, “Here. You can carry the water and food. Are you ready to go?”

“Um-! Not yet. I actually don’t have hiking boots and I wanted to ask you about that.” you rubbed the back of your neck, sheepish.

“No problem.” he said, patting your head gently, “I’ve picked a flat trail. It’ll be a simple hike, nothing like what I get up to when I’m alone, I assure you.”

“I’ll be able to handle it once I get proper footwear!” you insisted, swinging the backpack over your shoulder, “So sneakers are fine?”

“Sneakers are fine.” he nodded, holding out his hand, “Shall we?”

“Hey Jade!” Ace yelled, his arms still crossed over his chest, “Nothing better happened to the Prefect, okay?”

You looked back at Ace with a soft smile, affection bubbling up in your chest. These boys were so worried for you. It was kinda sweet, even though he was being really overbearing.

“Nothing is going to happen to them.” Jade turned to look at Ace, catching his gaze, “You are not the only ones on campus that care for them.”

Ace’s shoulders seemed to relax the slightest bit at that, but he was still tense. Deuce said nothing, opting to stare into your eyes.

You knew what he was trying to say without him having to say it.

“Hey, you better come back, Henchhuman! You need to feed me!” Grim grumbled, glaring at Jade.

“I will Grim. Bye guys!” you waved them goodbye as Jade tugged you out of Ramshackle.

Once the door shut, you turned back to Jade. His gaze was clouded with an emotion you couldn’t quite place, his expression betraying nothing.

“Do they normally stay over at Ramshackle?” he murmured, tightening his grip on your hand.

“Oh...?” you flushed at the contact, your brain slowly connecting his statement to Ace and Deuce, “Oh. They...They do, yeah. They’re basically my secondary dormmates.”

“Hmm. Then I don’t suppose you’d let me do the same?” he inquired.

“Sure. I don’t see why not. Hornton comes over sometimes too, so adding you to the mix wouldn’t make too much of a fuss. I think.” you grimace, thinking about the way your friends had reacted to Jade before.

Oh well, every friendship starts somewhere.

“Good. I would be...very displeased if otherwise.” Jade smiled, continuing down the pathway, “I’ll be sure to show up occasionally from now on.”

“Please do! I’d be happy to have you.” you laughed.

“By the way...” Jade stopped abruptly, turning to face you, “I lied.”

You blinked owlishly as he snickered, holding a finger up to his lips. It took you a second to realize what he was referring to.

“How long were you actually there for?” you asked, amused.

“The whole time. I’d gotten there shortly after you’d opened the door and let them in. I heard the entire thing.” Jade shuffled a bit closer to you, “You like me, huh?”

You felt your face burn up again at his obvious teasing, swatting him away with your free hand. He laughed, tugging you back along the path.

“You’re right, Prefect. I have no intention of letting you get hurt. I only want to show you a world I have yet to show anyone else.” he looked back at you and smiled, and your heart felt like it was going to burst from your chest.

#auburn's fics <3 #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #jade x reader #man i love jade leech #fluff #jade leech fluff #screaming crying i want to join his club #it would be so much fun #fresh air and hiking #ugh the dream

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dsireland86 · 5 months

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There is Beauty in the Pain

CHAPTER 1

*** Warnings: Language, angst,

Summary: Noah and Sophie find each other in the most unprecedented circumstances. Whether it's the Universe, fate, destiny, or pure luck, they can't deny that their souls were simply meant to be

TAGS: @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @missduffsblog

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--LINK TO CHAPTER 2 AT THE BOTTOM--

Noah:

She was the beauty in the darkness surrounding me; the force pulling me into the light. Buried in the corner of the massive sea of people, her blue hoodie stood out in the blackness, and from every spot on the stage, I noticed her.The red lights danced as I did my best to tune out everything that unsettled me when it came to performing in front of large crowds like this, but when they were as alive and loud as they were tonight, I didn't have to try very hard. She was my biggest distraction, though. Each time I looked her way, she was focused on me, moving to the music and smiling; the embodiment of happiness, a happiness for some unknown reason, I longed to be a part of. My stomach flipped inside me when I spotted her sweet face, feeling the pull in my gut from the way her whole face seemed to beam from her smile.

Fuck. That smile was going to be the death of my heart.

No matter how hard I tried to push through what she was doing to me, the emotions I was experiencing flowed through my veins like a drug that gave me the perfect high. I was drawn to her like a magnet by reasons unknown, and the more I tried to rationalize those reasons, the stronger they became. But memories from my past crept in, quickly stealing my joy. I didn't want to involve myself with girls and relationships right now. A long time ago I did that and it ended up almost destroying me and worse, the band. So, I decided to keep my back to the crowd for a bit, moving across the stage to avoid looking out and seeing the only face I was interested in looking at, the one that was slowly eating away at my defenses. I drew my energy from the adrenaline and excitement of the crowd, using it as fuel to the fire the guys and I started over ten years ago; it was my life.

Tonight was the last show of our eight-week tour, luckily ending in L.A.; home. I loved performing, I loved touring, but damn I was exhausted and I knew the guys were too. We were ready for a few months off before heading to Europe for another six-week tour, and I was so looking forward to the time off. I didn't enjoy Interacting with the audience as much as I should as a front man, but a little was important during the show. Most of the time I felt like I sucked at it, but if I did, the fans never acted like it. They always responded with so much enthusiasm that at times it was a little overwhelming.

As I blocked the glow of the lights with my hand, looking out and grinning at all the faces I noticed her again. She'd moved closer, now out of the corner, and for the first time, we made direct eye contact. I saw how the corners of her mouth turned up and made her whole face brighten. She let out a loud scream while throwing her hands up in the air, completely taken away by our music. I had no idea why seeing her so happy made me smile, but it did and I was so caught up in her that I lost my focus and forgot what line I was on in the song, causing myself to mess up the entire last verse. I started laughing as the fans continued singing the words I'd missed, guiding me back on track to finish out the rest of the song. Thankfully it was the last before the encore.

Once over, I jogged off the stage for our four minute break, before ending the show with the last remaining song that was a crowd pleaser. I was soaked with sweat and my throat was dry. As soon as water was in sight, I snatched a bottle and guzzled it completely without stopping for a breath, feeling much better after. I shook my head, flinging beads of sweat everywhere.

"Dude, gross," Nicholas groaned. I chuckled as he walked past me. "Use a towel," throwing one at my chest. It felt good to wipe the sweat off, feeling the cool air hit my hot skin.

"You okay?" he asked, finishing his own bottle of water. Once he was through, he took my trash and threw them in the nearest trash can.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"You sure? Fucking up lyrics isn't your thing.”

I reassured him with a quick nod, wiping the back of my neck.

"I got distracted, that's all." I wasn't about to admit the truth to him.

"Well that's obvious. Over what?"

I shook my head, trying to get rid of the slight ringing in my left ear.

"Noah! What the hell," Jolly's voice boomed, coming over to me. "What happened? You missed the whole last line."

"What happened?" Folio asked, coming into the conversation a few minutes too late. He cracked open a beer once his water was out.

"You didn't hear him miss the entire last line?"

Folio shook his head. "Nope, I was in my own little world, man. Zoned out."

"Jolly, I'm sorry. I got distracted." He was starting to give me a complex.

Grinning, Jolly softly laughed, playfully punching me in the shoulder. "I'm just giving you a hard time. Relax."

I half smiled, running the towel over my hair before tossing it into the dirty towel bin.

"You keep saying you were distracted," Nicholas reminded me. "You gonna say over what?"

I huffed, adjusting my belt pack on the back of my pants. I wasn't about to tell them I fucked up lyrics because of a girl. They'd never let me live it down.

"So many people in the crowd, dude. It's a lot, that's all."

Nick stared at me, his eyes narrowing. "Yeah, I'm not buying," shaking his head. "Spill it." He shifted his weight to the other leg, locking his hands together in front of his bass.

I started chuckling at how good he was at reading me.

"There's nothing to spill, Nick. I'm just tired and ready to finish this tour," I assured him, trying to hide the truth anyway.

"Noah, don't lie. You have that weird look on your face again."

"What look,” I laughed, raising my eyebrows. I glanced over at Folio and Jolly and they seemed to be waiting for my answer too. I scoffed.

"That look, right there,” Nick pointed out, twirling his finger in circles toward me.

I rolled my eyes and groaned.There was no escaping Nick and his relentless prying, When he wanted an answer to something, he wouldn't stop until he got it.

Sighing, I took a seat on a stool, thinking of how I would best explain what was going on with me without sounding like a stupid, lovesick teenager. There was no way I could convey the feeling that girl was giving me each time I looked at her in a way they'd understand. Hell, I wasn't sure I even understood it myself. All I knew was that the feeling I got just thinking about her and her pretty face, as if my heart had fallen into the pit of my stomach and flipped itself over and over, wouldn't go away.

My eyes darted between the three of them. Jolly had pulled his hair back, showing off his strong Swedish facial features, Folio was chugging the remainder of his beer and Nick, well Nick just stared at me. These three were my friends and I knew I could trust them to understand.

"Shit, okay, fuck it. But promise me you'll hear me out first before you say anything?" Each of them gave me their word, but I still felt like I was going to regret this.

"So, there's this girl in the crowd wearing a blue hoodie and she and I have been exchanging looks and smiles half the night. She's really pretty and there's just something about her that's got me hooked." I wouldn't look at them, worried they were about to start throwing punches.

"You said she's wearing a blue hoodie?" Nick finally asked, easing my fear.

"Yeah, blue hoodie, brown hair pulled up in a messy bun. She's close to the front right side of the barrier."

He thought for a minute but then grinned. "I know who you're talking about. She was watching me the whole time we played "Take Me First". She is really pretty. I got a smile out of her too."

"So this chick's got you so worked up and making you forget lyrics? Wow, that's the first time that’s happened in a long time." Jolly was right. It had been a long time since a girl held my interest like this.

Shrugging my shoulders and standing to my feet, I fixed my belt pack once more, slipping one ear piece back in. It was almost time to go back on. "Look, I can't explain it guys. I'm not saying or implying anything. I just like looking at her and the pull she has on me is something I've never felt. Not even with Sarah."

The guys looked at me, Jolly giving me a sympathetic stare. I shook my head at him. "Don't man, it's okay; really. I'm good." I shot him a quick smile. Nick and Folio nodded, knowing that what happened all those years ago with a girl I thought I was going to marry still haunted me at times.

"I'm not saying I want to marry this girl, I'm just saying there's something about her that's got me a little flustered. I've been trying to give it up, but the feeling just won’t let go."

There was a sad sort of silence hanging around and It was starting to get depressing. "Okay, fuck this shit," slapping my hands together. "It's encore time. Let's get this shit over so we can go home and enjoy a few months off." Everyone agreed.

Folio came up to me, twirling his sticks between his fingers. "You said she was pretty, but is she hot? Because this whole thing is pointless if she isn't hot."

His face was so serious I couldn't help but chuckle. I couldn't leave him hanging. "Yeah I think she is. She's beautiful."

That was enough for him to back up, cheesing like a kid at Christmas. Folio had a thing for women who were easy on the eyes and a lot of the time they had a thing for him too. Bryan met us at the entrance to the stage, waiting to take as many last song pictures of us and the crowd he could.

"Fuck yeah baby, let's goooo! De-fucking-throne!" Folio unleashed his devil horns and crazy rock face to Bryan who snapped a few pictures, while releasing his wild ass cackle before taking off toward his drums.

"I'm going to look for her again. Maybe I can wrangle another smile from her," Nick teased, giving me a quick pat on the back as he walked by. "Are you planning on fighting me for her attention, Ruffilo?" He smiled and shrugged

Jolly came up from behind and stood beside me. "Ready?" he asked, looking out onto the stage. Looking over at him, I nodded with a grin. "Ready as I'll ever be," I answered. He turned to me and smiled. "Let's go meet God then my friend," and walked out to the stage to take his place with me right behind him.

It was a deep, eerie blue that soon turned into a bleeding bright red when I started the infamous chant that became a ritual at every show. The loud waves of shouts and screams pierced my ears, making me have to reposition my in-ear piece while continuing to ramp up the crowd. In between the darkness and the light, her face flashed between the colors. The expression she wore said she’d never seen this before, but she followed along, repeating the chant with me over and over. I walked to the edge of the stage, looking down at her, watching how the excitement spread across her face like fire and reached her eyes. It sent electrifying chills up my spine that only enticed the feelings I was having for her. As Jolly and Folio began playing the entire middle floor of the venue turned into a raging, screaming mosh pit.

She didn't look like a mosh pit kind of girl, so I was glad to see her safely at the front of the barrier, holding on to it as the crowds behind her pushed and shoved. I adjusted myself from the growing pressure beneath my pants that was giving away the inappropriate thoughts I was having about this girl and leaned back, releasing the frustration in a long, single growl. I pulled my strength from my diaphragm, breathing in and out the way I'd been trained taking pride in the fact that I'd managed to go the whole tour without losing my voice.

Once the song was in full swing, I became engulfed by overwhelming energy and excitement. Without reasoning, I jumped down to the lower floor, belting out the words while touching and grabbing at all the outstretched hands of fans who were screaming and begging for my attention. Following Ash as he led me through, I smiled at them and did my best to touch every hand I could without being pulled in or tripping over my own feet. It was such insane energy that I didn't even notice where I had stopped until I looked up and was met with the smile and eyes that had been holding me captive all night.I paused, taking a second to focus on her face and enjoy the feeling I got from her that went straight from my heart to my dick, making it twitch, I grinned, huffing a slight laugh in between lyrics when her cheeks turned a slight shade of red. Without thinking, I reached over and slid the tips of my fingers across her soft cheek, absorbing the intensity from just the single touch of her skin. My heart pounded. I was so fucking turned on by her and I knew my face gave it away, but I didn't care; not right now. Especially when she pressed her cheek harder into my fingers. Moving the mic away from my mouth, thankful it was near the end of the song, the two of us just stood there staring at one another as if trying to commit to memory all the little things about each other’s faces that we could, That's when the idea of meeting with her crossed my mind and how easy it would be to bring her to the green room.

Ash tugged on my arm indicating I needed to get back on stage, but before I could go, she grabbed me by the wrist, making my head snap back and look at her. Her hand slipped into mine and we both squeezed the other's at the same time, smiling. She giggled, and I winked at her as we released our grips until our fingers were the only thing holding us together. The longer we held on to each other, the harder I felt the need for her grow. That strong magnetic pull in her eyes came back, encouraging me to bring her hand to my lips and kiss the tops of her knuckles. She gasped, hand flying up over her mouth. I suddenly felt like I had won the round with her. I shot off like a bullet, back on to the stage, and finished the song with a massive bang. That was it; the end of the tour.

I met the guys behind the stage, listening to the applause that continued to grow. We went.back out as the lights came on and the ending song played, waving good-bye, tossing things out into the crowd, and soaking up all the appreciation and love. Squatting down, I reached out to her stretching out as far as I could to grab her hand. Climbing the metal barricade, she did the same and when she took my hand it felt like time had just stopped. Our gaze on one another was fixed, neither one of us moving or saying a word. What was happening between us had never happened to me before and from the expression on her face, it was the same for her. She never made an attempt to move away or scream and freak out like the other girls were doing around her; she just held my hand and stared. Jolly nudged me, letting me know we had to go, and reluctantly let go of her hand. But I motioned for her to stay where she was, hoping she understood even though she shook her head. I nodded and kept my eyes on her, running off stage and grabbing a security guard and instructed him to bring her back to the green room.

A hard knot formed in the pit of my stomach, making me nauseous. I was pacing the floor, fidgeting, and trying not to wonder what was taking them so long.

"You need to relax, Noah."

I glared at Nicholas who was busy drawing on a napkin at the table in the corner.

The door flew open and my head jerked around, but I was disappointed when I saw it was only Matt.

"The was the fucking shit you guys! You were awesome,” he congratulated us. The others were appreciative and thrilled, but I just grumbled and went back to pacing nervously. Matt looked from me, to the others, and then back to me. "What's wrong? What happened?" taking a can of Dr. Pepper from the fridge and cracking it open.

"Noah may or may not have done something a little stupid," Nicholas told him.

"Stupid as in that one time when Folio went skinny-dipping in twenty-five-degree weather in Colorado?" Matt teased, giving Folio a playful grin.

"Hey to be fair I was really drunk that night. I don't even remember the reason why I did that, now that I think about it."

"Because some girl told you she'd make out with you if you did. Of course she was lying." Jolly reasoned, throwing a grape in his mouth.

"Oh, shit yeah. Now I remember. She had a boyfriend didn't she?"

"Yeah she did, and that mother fucker was pissed at you when you climbed out of the pool, ass naked and shivering."

The room ignited in laughter that even I couldn't resist laughing as I recalled that night so long ago. That was during the van years when Sarah and I were still together; right before I asked her to marry me.

A knock came from the door and it slowly opened. The guard walked in, but he was alone and from the look on his face I knew the news he was about to give me wasn't what I wanted to hear. "I couldn't find her. I went to where you told me, searched for the blue hoodie, but had no luck. I even went on stage and looked down into the crowd. Sorry, Noah." I gave a small smile and thanked him. The guard left, closing the door behind him. Suddenly my hear felt like it had just dived off a cliff and splatter on the ground. Matt looked around the room, utterly confused. "Uh, what the hell did I just miss?" Groaning, I started searching for my hoodie, desperately needing some air.

"There was this girl in the crowd that Noah kind of got attached to. He sent the security guard out to look for her and bring her back here, but I'm guessing she left already."

Matt's mouth fell open. "Really, Noah?"

I ignored him, wondering where in the hell my hoodie was.

"Well it's probably a good thing she couldn't be found. Probably would have ended horribly anyway. Either way, sorry man." I knew he meant for his apology to sound sincere, but it really didn't

"Where is my fucking hoodie!" I yelled, no longer able to control my frustration. I didn’t want to think about her anymore and was failing at my attempt to do so. I had an unnatural craving for her now, maybe because I knew I couldn’t have her. Grumbling again, I continued my search.

"Oh my bad, brother," Folio apologized, pulling my black sweatshirt out from underneath him and handing it to me. I took it, and threw it on, eager to get out of there and into the night air.

"Well, anyway, there is a small local bar not far from here that offered us its space for our small post tour celebration. The owner asked only for a small fee so everyone is heading that way." The guys all got up and started getting their stuff together, while I headed toward the door.

"Noah," Matt called. I turned and looked at him. "Don't do anything stupid." I didn't answer, only turned back around and walked out the door, heading towards the back entrance. "I'll text you the address of the bar," Matt yelled after me. “Remember, she’s probably not worth it!”

Matt's words lingered in the back of my mind as I walked away from the venue. My mind refused to let up on the grip it had on her. What would make her leave like she did? Did the things that went on between us not mean the same to her the way they meant to me? Matt was right; it all probably would have ended horribly, and maybe she wasn’t worth it. Or maybe he was wrong. Either way I wouldn't forget her face, her smile, the intense feelings my body felt each time I looked at her. I wouldn't forget how soft her skin felt, the excitement in her eyes when she looked at me, the way she made me hard just by her presence. Shoving my hands deep into the pockets of my hoodie, I hung my head feeling completely and utterly low. I made my way into the bright city lights, hoping to forget about the face that would haunt me for a long time.

CHAPTER 2

#noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens #bad omens band #noah sebastian #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio #fanfic #jolly karlsson

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mj-102009 · 3 months

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When the Stars Align (Bakugou x oc)

The little girl gazed up at her mother, green irises filled with wonder and love. She’d always been a perceptive child, always asking questions on how the world worked, always getting into things she shouldn’t.

“Momma,” she said softly with her feather light tap to her shoulder. “I have a-“

The woman lifted the eight year old on her lap. “-question? Go ahead Rae.”

She beamed and curled into her arms. “Why didn’t you and Dad get married like Ashlyn’s parents?”

Her mother chuckled. “I knew you’d ask that soon,” the girl opened her mouth to speak but got cut off. “Your father and I didn’t need to get married because when we were born we were meant to be together.”

“Why?” She chirped.

“Well our families have what’s called soulmates,” She saw the confusion on her daughter's face. “That means fate made us to be a match.”

Rae’s eyes blew wide. “Do I have a soulmate?”

She smiled and kissed Rae on the forehead. “Yes, yes you do.”

It started showing when she was 13, on her birthday at 12am exactly:

She had a dream.

In the dream she saw a boy about her age, he had dark green hair and eyes, for a brief moment she thought this was the boy she was meant to love forever, but the moment she truly looked at him she knew he wasn’t.

“Stupid Deku,” it was her mouth yet not her voice. “You’ll never be good enough to be a hero like me.”

A hero? She thought. This sure as heck doesn’t sound like one.

“Cmon Kacchan you know a quirk doesn’t make you a hero.”

Kid makes a point.

(Switching to first person)

I woke in a cold sweat, Anika shaking me quickly with wide eyes. “RAE!”

“I'M UP!”

She sighed. “Dude your quirk started in your sleep and shit started shifting in my room.”

I was wide awake running into the hall. “Mom!”

My dad opened the door with a stern look. “Someone better explain to me why our house is backwards.”

I winced and looked down. “That would be me.”

Concern filled his eyes, replacing the anger. “What happened?”

So I told him and my mother what I saw, by the end Anika was jumping up and down. “I’m so excited.”

I frowned. “For what?”

Mom and dad made eye contact. “You remember how we came from families of soulmates?”

My breath hitched. “You mean-“

She smiled and Ani squealed. “You and your soulmate are both 13 now!”

I’d given up on the whole soulmate thing for a while. I saw his memories every night, most of which were about victory in some form, or about the boy named Deku.

I came back to it after I turned 15.

All leading up to afternoon was tame, that was until I happened to glance at my wrist.

Train at 3 today

Tell Mom to buy pens

Call Na-

I watched in fascination as the sentence finished before me, the only thing I felt was a light press of a pen.

Dad saw my baffled gaze and followed my eyes to my forearm. “Moora come in the kitchen!”

Soon the whole family gathered around my arm.

Anika, now 17, elbowed my stomach. “That means your his age too.”

I made a curious face and seized a pen. “What if I…”

Hello :)

Mom chuckled. “Our little girl’s all grown up.”

It took him a few hours to respond but I felt it.

Hey

I picked up my pen and scribbled the answer with a small smile.

Hey

Sorry I didn’t say anything the first time

It’s okay no rush

He was silent for a moment, as was I.

I’m I frowned as my name faded from my skin.

You’re what

It won’t let me write my name

I tried again and groaned as the entire sentence faded into the carmel tan of my skin.

Me either

Damn I pulled myself up from my window sill and sat in the nest of pillows on my bed.

Won’t allow my number either

It’s like it doesn’t want us to meet

I’m getting mixed signals from fate or some shit

I snorted and wiped down my arm, Question

Shoot

Do you see my memories when you sleep?

No tf i have a little red string on my pinky telling me which way to go

BRO WE CAN DEADASS GET THIS OVER WITH IF YOU JUST FOLLOW IT

I tried but it disappears if I do

Fuck fate fr

Lol

We talked into the early hours of the morning, I learned Deku’s name was really Izuku and he was his old friend, I learned Kacchan was a stupid nickname he came up with when they were kids, I learned he wanted to be a hero when he grows up, I learned that he didn’t want a soulmate in the beginning.

Oh I wrote when he told me.

Not now tho after i got your first message I felt like it would be wrong to push you away

So I’m not an extra

Of course u r

Just not the worst one

I’ll take it

I told him about my family and my friends, I told him about my quirk and that I too wanted to be a hero, I told him about how I didn’t believe my soulmate was real until I saw the writing.

Why? He asked when I told him.

A lot of what I saw in my dreams was just yelling and explosions so I was convinced I was insane it took a while for my parents to really get me to understand but even then I was afraid you’d be someone who hates me like other people

I’ll kill anyone who hurts you

Thank you seemed like the wrong thing to say to that, any sane person would’ve called the police and gotten scared, but I laughed and rolled over with a smile. Immediately groaning when I saw the sun peaking out my window.

The sun just came up here

Same

Do you live in, the word Japan faded and I smacked my forehead.

I live in

I’m not even gonna try and put down what school I go too

Fate sucks fr

Not that bad

How so?

I met a girl who doesn’t give a fuck that I’m an ass

I flushed from head to toe Lucky girl

I'm the lucky one

Nope

Yup

Nope

Yup

No I’m far luckier for meeting someone who doesn’t care that I’m strange

You’re not strange whoever believes that is wrong

And you’re not an ass

I woke to the ceiling with the blank stare, my face in a tired frown, bags practically tattooed under my eyes.

Morning

That got me up, I slid out of bed and reached for my pen.

How’d you sleep?

Good and you?

Meh some extras blowing up my phone all night,

I giggle and walk down stairs with the pen, Anika rolls her eyes at my cheerful state. “Sup fucknugget.”

With a frown I use my quirk and spin her chair around, the floorboards rippling around at my command. Dad came down stairs and lightly hit me on the back of my head. “Fix my floor Rae.”

I turned the wood back to its original position with a huff, Dad mumbling a thank you and pouring me a cup of coffee. “What’s on the agenda Rae?”

Shrugging, I tell him. “I’m off work, might just take a nap.”

Anika gasps. “No! You told me we’d train for my admissions test.”

My idiot sister waited until she was 21 to become a licensed hero, so now she was asking me to train her on everything before the big test.

“Sure, what time?” I truly didn’t care when we went, I just needed the training.

“After breakfast?”

“‘Kay, just be ready.”

“C’mon Bakugou!” Denki begged again.

“No.”

“Really bro?” Kirishima deadpanned. “He can go with-”

He glared at him. “No, don’t side with Dunce Face.”

“Pleeeeease, my friend and I went to a pretty beach just a few minutes away, it’s super hidden so no one will film.”

Kiri rolled his eyes. “You can go Denki.”

Bakugou whirled on him but after these years Kiri had far outgrown him, now towering the blonde. “Fine,” he grumbled, turning to leave. “Hurry the fuck up.”

“Yay!”

“I took my friend to the beach yesterday to train. It was so much fun,” Anika chirped as I drove down the road.

I shot her a look. “Did you tell him about-”

“No Rae I didn’t,” she said exasperated. “I wouldn’t tell a secret like that.”

“Sure.”

She smacked my arm. “I wouldn’t.”

“Mhm.”

“Rae,” She said dead serious. “I’m your older sister and I’m so proud of your accomplishments, I would never jeopardize your job.”

I laughed softly. “I know, I just worry for the day people find out I’m Atlas, hell even my soulmate doesn’t know, it won’t let me tell him.”

“Sometimes the filter really bothers me,” She told me. “I understand the pain of not being able to tell him the full story.”

I nodded solemnly, pulling into the public beach parking spot. “C’mon time to walk.”

“Only thing I hate about this beach.”

“What the hell Kami!” Kiri shouted, throwing his hands up around him. “You said you knew where we were going.”

He chuckled nervously under the glares of his friends. “Oops.”

Bakugou was practically boiling in rage and frustrating. “Thanks a lot Dunce Face, now we’re lost and our phones aren’t working.”

“What if we make a flare?” Kiri mused. “Would that work?”

He flicked his forehead. “No stupid, we’d light the whole forest on fire.”

The boys were just giving up hope, in the middle of the woods with barely enough water to last the day and one granola bar.

Bakugou’s head perked up when he saw his wrist.

Are you okay I feel like something’s wrong

He rifled for a pen and wrote down an answer.

Denki got us lost on a hike

The fuck? Are you okay???

Yeah just angry

I’m mad there’s nothing I can do

Lol

“AWEEEEEE,” Kiri squealed looking over his shoulder. “She’s so nice!”

Bakugou got ready to punch his best friend but got cut off.

“OW, YOU BITCH!” The yell came from the right of them.

Denki sighed and looked at the boys. “Told you we weren’t lost,” but stopped when he saw Bakugou’s sparking hands.

“Let’s just ask for directions and get out of here.”

Anika rubbed here arm and swore after I punched her arm. “That was uncalled for.”

“What if I’d stabbed your arm,” I told her. “You wouldn’t be complaining then.”

“Uh no, I’d definitely complain either way.”

I rolled my eyes and dropped into a fighting stance. “Round four, three-nothing.”

She groaned but raised herself into an acceptable stance. “Ready.”

We circled each other, I called upon my quirk, the sand shifted with me as I stepped, neither of us made a move to attack. She lunged forward to grab me but I spun away with grace of a dancer, under my feet the sands balanced me.

I watched as she pulled in air and released it in a loud WHOOSH, pushing me over closer to the water.

She continued to throw gusts of wind at me, each more forceful than the last.

“You’ve been practicing, haven’t you?” I shouted over the roaring wind, a grin forming on my face.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Just a little,” she replied, sending another gust, this time aimed at my feet, causing me to momentarily lose balance.

Using my quirk, I swiftly transformed the sand beneath my feet into a firmer platform, allowing me to stand my ground. I then molded the sand into a series of barriers, hoping to deflect her relentless attacks.

But Anika was quick. She directed her gusts upwards, sending spirals of sand high into the night sky. I watched, a bit awed by her skill, as the sand took the form of large birds, flapping and soaring over the beach, aiming at me.

Laughing, I decided to up the ante. I pulled moisture from the surrounding air, turning it into droplets of water which quickly crystallized into sharp, gleaming icicles. With a flick of my wrist, I sent them darting around Anika, not to hurt, but to challenge.

She deftly manipulated the wind to create a vortex around her, causing my icicles to swirl harmlessly before melting away. "Is that the best you can do?" she teased.

Taking a deep breath, I focused my energy. The sand around Anika began to ripple, forming a series of walls, which quickly transformed into a box to hold her. She looked around, momentarily surprised, before a sly grin formed on her face. She summoned wind currents to lift her up, attempting to get a bird's-eye view of my creation.

I wasn’t about to make it that easy for her. As she ascended, I manipulated the atoms in the air, creating a dense fog, obscuring her vision. I could hear her groan of frustration.

Descending back to the ground, she tried to break through, I reshaped and shifted the walls constantly, making it a challenge for her. But after some time she tore through the ground blowing up the box from below.

A migraine fuzed the corners of my vision, Ani saw this and darted forward, I stubbornly fought hand to hand until one of us lost. She threw poor punches and I frowned trying to amp her up to be better than that.

Needs work… I thought to myself.

I could see as she became tired of my toying around, finally stopping the hitting, she spun around to kick me with a round house.

“Too slow,” I whispered, catching her foot and knocking her over. “I taught you better Ani.”

She huffed angrily and tried to sit up, but exhaustion weighed down on her and she laid flat to the floor. “I give.”

I laughed and gave her my hand. “Puss.”

“That’s not fair, you're a trained hero!” She exclaimed taking it, she opened her mouth to say something else but something caught her eye. “Hey this is private property!”

My face turned confused and I turned to the tree line. “Who’s there?”

A man easily over 6ft came out of the woods with a blush. “Sorry I got a little lost.”

I grin and shift my weight onto my right leg. “Sure man, where’s the others?”

A shorter guy with sunshine yellow hair came after him. “Ani!”

My sister’s face beamed and she ran up to him. “Kami!”

I deadpanned at her. “Really?”

“Bakugou! Over here!”

“Three of you…” My voice trailed off as I saw him for the first time.

Seeing him was like breathing for the first time, it was like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time, it was like my body got plugged in and electricity was flowing through me. My eyes widened and I knew he felt it too as he stumbled out nearly tripping over a tree branch, never once taking his eyes off me.

“Rae?” Anika said with worried eyes. “You okay?”

I didn’t answer, my lips were magnetized to each other, so I nodded numbly. I stepped forward because it just felt right, at this point Ani was next to me and the red head was with him.

“You’re scaring me Rae,” She said nervously. “I don’t wanna tell dad his favorite child died.”

He faintly gasped when she said my name, his hand sparking.

“Screw it.”

Suddenly a powerful outburst of wind threw me off the beach into the water, my instincts kicked in and I solidified the air under my feet. “Anika what the fuck.”

She crosses her arms smugly and grinned. “There she is.”

The boys gaped as I stepped down from the air. “That was a bit excessive.”

“Nah, worth it.”

“You good Bakubro?” The red head asked him.

‘Bakubro?’ I mouthed to myself. That doesn’t sound ri-

“It’s Bakugou.”

I looked up at his vermillion eyes, they bore into me but I held my ground.

“I’m Rae.”

Anika gave me an unsure look. “Uhhhhhh, ya’ll good?”

“Mhm,” I nodded. “I’m great.”

“So you’re Atlas?” He asked me later.

We’d taken them out to the beach house just around the corner. “Mhm, and you’re Dynamite?”

“Yeah.”

The silence wasn’t awkward but rather comforting.

“All these years, we've been going to goddamn meetings together,” I laughed. “Who knew?”

“If we’d talked at all this could’ve been done with this a lot sooner.”

I shook my head in amusement. “Who knew?”

On the beach was Ani and the other two, they were teaching her how to punch properly. I gave up and went to the porch.

From what I could tell he wasn’t great with feelings, I think I’ve known that since we first spoke. So I took the first step and gently took his hand.

“Is this okay?”

He took a steady breath. “Yes.”

#oc #mha #mha fanfiction #mha x oc #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x oc #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader

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nescaveckwriter · 5 months

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Paintbrushes And Romance

Part 2 🥰

A/N: So excited for this, not sure how many part's there's going to be, but I'm sure excited to see where it goes... Embrace the journey with me .. 🐞🥰

Warnings:

The vibration and ringing of a phone breaks your concentration on this sketch, looking at the caller id, you smile, its your mom! Hey my dearest mommy bear, you jokingly answer, Hi my love, you hear your mom's kind voice on the other end, oh the love you have for her, she'll probably never realize, she has helped you overcome some difficult times in your life, honey, she says did you forget about meeting up with my friend for the mural piece she wants done? Comes the question, oh Shit! Mom I'm so sorry I got lost in this, well this piece I'm working on you say a blush creeping on your cheeks, I'll tell you all about it later, you always tell each other everything, I will be there in a little while mom , I promise you, sorry I totally forgot, regret clearly noticeable in your voice. Oh honey you are so forgetful, she says laughing a little, see you soon honey, be safe, love you. Love you too mom, see you in a few.

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Black velvet from Alannah Myles, playing interrupts Dean and Sam talking about the case he can't seem to catch a break on. The music playing comes from the corner you sat in, wow okay, he said thinking that, classic rock didn't really suit the, softness and gentleness that you were beaming out, a smile tugging at his lips, you are quite interesting he thought to himself, seeing you packing all the stuff in your bags, he's heart sank a little , will it be the last time he ever saw you.

Seeing you stand, you must be about 5 foot 2 if he guessed, quite shorter than he'd expected, but adorable looking. You definitely carry yourself with confidence, but also not thinking too much of yourself, he is good at reading people but he can't quite put a finger on you. She's probably got some damn lucky guy in her life, he thinks to himself.

Usually he would go and chat you up a little, get your number, spend the night, but something tells him your not that kind. His thoughts get interrupted by two kids running into you, probably going to the playground he saw over there, waiting for you to freak out and get angry, but instead your voice sounds like honey , all while you ask them if they got hurt, your voice not high pitched or too low, just well just sweet, he'd probably listen to you talk all day not ever getting tired of how you sound. Watching you, sort off in a daze, Dean catches what looks like a sketching book, slightly showing what looks like a man's face, if he didn't know any better, he'd say it was him, ha! Yeah right she didn't even notice me, he thought to himself, while reading the title of a book lying on top of the sketch book "Burning Rose" author "lady bug" seems strange , dark cover with a red rose covered in flames, she quickly grabs everything, throws it in, and for a moment time stood still, you look up into his eyes, Dean could've sworn he was drowning in your eyes, he can't help it, with a smile as wide as the county he looked at her, seeing her cheeks, turning to a light rose color, she shyly smiles back, that gave Dean a glimpse of what heaven probably looks like. He wanted to get up say something, maybe even just kiss you right then and there, but you left, like a little hurricane out by the door, a hurricane he wouldn't mind being caught in, he thought to himself.

..........

You get out of the cab, at John, and Mary Winchesters home, humbly looking house but still big, amazing garden, this is so much fun, you love doing murals, feeling comfortable, walking in, You've been busy for almost a week with this piece, looking at the wall of the front entrance, its all coming together, the green of the leaves and the white of the magnolia flowers , complimenting the decor of, the entrance, filled with neutral tones aswell as splashes of dark green and bright yellow.

Good morning darling you hear a kind voice say, morning Mrs W, how are you doing this fine morning you ask cheerfully. Oh good dear, John had to go on a business trip again, so I have the house all to myself, she says, not looking really happy about it. I'm so sorry, why don't you and my mom go doing something fun, drink coffee, maybe even a bit of wine, just don't get to tipsy now, you say teasing her! Oh really honey, you hear your mom's voice behind you, tipsy, ha! We are classy ladies, we don't drink wine this early, but no one said there's something wrong with Irish coffee, you all three burst into laughter. Come on Mary lets leave her alone in her art world, while they walk out you hear your mom laughing and saying I love you honey, you too mom, you say while picking up the brushes you need and sticking it into the back pocket of your jeans , climbing up the ladder, already humming to whatever classic rock song is playing, into your earbuds, knowing this is what you are meant to do with your life.

..........

It's about three in the afternoon, and he still haven't returned the pastry dishes to his mom's house, damnit, like I have time for this, letting out an irritated sigh, driving into the drive way, with his black chevy impala, he'd name her baby, all while a song of Led Zeppelin is playing, he gets out, grabs the clean dishes out of the back seat, he walks towards the front entrance , puts down the dishes on the table right by the door way, looking at the picture in front of him, a woman standing on a ladder, hair braided loosely, with a black t-shirt and jeans on, covered in paint, humming and swaying to what sounds like a Bon Jovi song, while admiring the view, she loose her balance, tumbling down, Dean catches her, wide-eyed and confused she looked at him, its her, the coffee shop angel.

Fudgesticks up a fudge tree Dean hears her say, what? He looks at her while still holding her in his arms, the feeling of her so close to him its electrifying, oh sorry she says laughing a little, I try not too swear to much. Not making the effort to get out of his tight grip, he puts her down, seeing the black shirt she has on is a Guns n Roses paint splattered shirt. Well thanks for saving me from, ending up like humpty Dumpty she smiles. Oh my pleasure, he wanted to ask what's she's doing for the rest of her life, but his phone rang and he had to answer since he is the Sheriff of the town. Yeah, what is it he asks with the irritation back in his voice,? There's been another victim boss, says the young deputy, okay Jack I'm on my way, just hold on , he closes the phones speaker with one hand, looking at the beauty in front of him with paint all over her, even on her even on her face, all he can say is good day miss and he starts walking out the door, not waiting for a response.

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Arriving at the scene, there he sees it again, this damn killer is toying with them, its one big game to him, like a treasure map, they need to find, he placed the dismembered body all over, the dogs and coroner is already on scene, working. The almost gifted wrapped torso on the park bench. Dean is looking around the scene for clues as to how he chooses his victims, thinking, he doesn't have a specific type, so to say, some has light hair with light skin, some have dark hair with olive skin, its victim 8, its been 8 months since this case came to his attention, but still no clue, how he gets his victims, since he seems to toy with his victims for 3 to 4 weeks all sedatives maybe used, is already out of there system.

Waiting for the coroner, what seems like hours, he finally gets the call, Sheriff Winchester you can come and look at the body. Yeah on my way, before going in, Dean inhales a deep breath, not so much for the smell, but more for the courage to see another life taken, someone's, daughter, sister. He is a rough man, but sometimes the stuff what he sees can also take its affect on him. Shaking off whatever he just felt, walking in, he sees the women neatly placed on the cold steel table, every body part pieced together, looking at her face , she can't be older than 20-25 he thinks, while listening to the coroner telling him, how she has the rope burn bruises like all the other seven vics, the dismembering is clean, like it's done by a professional, no signs of sexual assault, the coroner goes on to say, she's been washed in some sort of alcohol almost like sanitizer to remove whatever traces of DNA there could've been. But I did find something odd by one of the cuts, the coroner said. Yeah well get to it doc, Dean says, okay jikes! Its another piece of meat, most likely beef, but its getting tested and I will let you know. Good, Dean said thanking the man, giving one last look of the woman lying there. Hell sometimes I hate this job.

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The stars clearly visible in the dark skies, while sitting on his porch, whiskey on his breath, a worried look on his face, thinking about the day, the case, the parents of the woman he had to let know that they found their daughter, but she didn't make it, how they had to ID her and the damn tears and despair afterwards... Taking another sip of his whiskey, thinking about the coffee shop angel he saw again and how happy and carefree she is like she doesn't have a worry in the world , not a inch of sadness he detected in her eyes or her sweet honey filled voice.

Wondering why he haven't seen her around in this old town, contemplating what he already knows about her, she doesn't really like to be seen, she likes classic rock, she doesn't like swearing, clearly she likes fudge, and she must be an artist, he can't help it but he starts smiling when he remembers her laughter filling his ears, oh yes and she likes to read remembering the book he saw, quickly taking out his phone he does an internet search of this author "lady bug" three best selling novels, there's the one with the rose, he reads the review and then the ending, of the book because he ain't much of a reader so his not going to read the whole thing!

Wait, what! This book its, clearly one of those steamy romance books but its also a thriller, okay , she is something else, he reads the ending of the book again. "Like a burning rose he ignites your soul when his lips come crashing to yours, flames of passion dancing in your eyes, hands and body intertwined, his love for you burning away all the thorns of past heartbreaks and mistakes, knowing his touch is crumbling your walls and with the thought of knowing your safe with him, you give into the flames engulfing your soul."

#Spotify #spn text post #sam and dean #chuck shurley #winchester brothers #castiel spn #jared padalecki #jensen ackles x reader #eileen leahy #charlie bradbury #spn crowley

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sinfulseashell · 2 years

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Meet Your Yandere Pt. 5 (TR)

A/N: Part 5 of 6 Enjoy 💖

Content Warning: Yandere Theme, Manipulative, Clingy & Overprotective behavior. Mentions of murder, unstable mentality.

Imaushi Wakasa: Manipulative (2)

He always watched all his fighters in his gym, but after sometime his attention soon started to come down to only one fighter…you. He watched with droopy lilac eyes from his perch in the gym as you worked hard everyday to gain the strength to fight. The need to want to become a champion fighter grew more and more each day, the fire in your eyes is what drew him to you and so one day he mentioned to Benkei that he would be the one to train you wanting to make sure that your dream became a reality. Benkei of course agreed to this especially since Wakasa was well known for his fighting the taller male admiring the legend called “White Leopard” mentioning this agreement to you as well. “Yes he would like to train you himself,” the male spoke excitedly seeing your expression of true excitement beaming in your eyes.

“That’s so awesome! I can’t wait!” Eventually your excitement ceased as you got lost in your thoughts before suddenly letting out a low groan. “—but I can’t…” of course this confused Benkei making him lean against the wall, a sigh leaving his lips. “May I ask why?” You nod and smile. “Well my friend who is in the MMA circuit is actually coming to train me.” You rubbed your neck and looked down feeling ashamed that you didn’t tell him. “Ah I see, well that’s ok! I’m sure Waka will understand. He just saw potential in you so that’s why he wanted to help, but it’s a relief that you’re getting trained by a professional.” Benkei chuckled, they were professional as your friend but they knew the skills needed to fight and that’s all that mattered.

When Benkei explained to Wakasa later that day about what you had said he nodded. “That’s fine,” it may have seemed like his normal answer, but that didn’t stop his chest from tightening when Benkei mentioned it was a guy who was helping you. ‘Guy? What guy? What the fuck did this guy have that he didn’t? How long have you known him? Were you two an item?’ All these questions ran through his mind all at once causing him to shake his head and sigh. “What the fuck…” he hissed, why did it matter? You were getting the help you needed and besides that he wasn’t attracted to you…or so he thought. The days that passed proved his point wrong, after watching you practice with this…guy…it was clear that you were into him and he was into you, but what made everything come to light for Wakasa was the fact he was…for the first time…Jealous.

“Damn Waka, if looks could kill,” Benkei let out a boisterous laugh as he shook his head and left the main area, leaving the three of you alone. It was closing time and they began to clean up of course the two of you deciding to take your leave but not before you stopped to say goodbye to Wakasa, “Waka!” You rushed up to him causing him to turn and smirk at you, little did you know the affect you had on him trying his best not to show his true emotions he gulped down the large lump in his throat and looked down. “What’s up kid?” He watched as your eyes brightened when he spoke causing a small chuckle to emit from him. “Did you see me? I’m getting better right? Soon I’ll be able to take you and Ben on.” You laughed while playfully hitting his shoulder. That small touch you offered set it off for him, he had to have you there was no objection in this matter that he was utterly entranced with you and that’s when the idea hit him causing another smirk to play across his lips as he shrugged.

“I mean maybe,” you frowned slightly and tilted your head to the sighed. “What do you mean maybe?” The way you looked right now it took every ounce of willpower in him to not fuck the shit out of you right here, right now. “W-well you know. I just feel he isn’t training you properly, that’s all. It seems he keeps going easy on you and that’s not truly bringing out your potential is it?” He cooed softly. This caused you to think about what he said humming in thought before he placed an arm over your shoulders and hummed in your ear, “That’s not fair now is it? Maybe because you are a woman and he feels you’re not ready to be in the boxing circuit yet? —but what do I know. I’m just a guy who knows how other men like to keep women held back.” He stepped away and smirked seeing your cheeks burn with anger. “That jerk! You’re right Waka! He hasn’t been letting me give it my all!” You sighed in frustration as you looked back at your friend.

“I know it sucks, but my offer still stands to train you properly. Besides I know your potential, your true potential and trust me, kid. If you let me train you…I’ll make sure you get into the circuit and take you all the way to the top. What do you say?” He chuckled and held out his hand. “Let me train you into the top knotch fighter I know you can be…we can win…together.” You looked down at his hand before looking back up smiling. “Deal.” Excited about the opportunity, you shook his hand eagerly not truly realizing the deal you just made with the devil himself. “Bye Waka! See you tomorrow!” You called out seeing the male waving back. “Bright and early kid!” He hummed before a sinister smile grazed his lips, “That’s right little one…I’ll get you to the top, but first you gotta be mine.”

Kazutora Hanemiya: Clingy/Overprotective (7)

A boy in love…this is what Kazutora was from the first moment he laid eyes on you. He loved you, adored you, never in his life did he ever want anyone to be his more than you. The only thing that stopped him was…his best friend, sadly you were Baji’s sister and he couldn’t get himself to step over that line. At least that was before he heard of your boyfriend, Baji talked highly of the guy as if he was the best person for you but Kazutora couldn’t see that—refused to see that. How could anyone be better than him? It was impossible, he made sure to be the perfect figure for you despite his situation at home though it was overseen, when Kazutora brought up your boyfriend to you it was his way of confessing his love.

“I think you can find someone better, besides you never know the perfect person could be right in front of you.” He smiled softly, but he wasn’t met with a sweet response. Instead you laughed and that sound caused his chest to tighten, why were you laughing? Was it because you thought otherwise? What was the reason? As his mind flooded with questions you finally spoke. “Tora. Are you trying to tell me that YOU are better for me than him?” His throat went dry as he stared at you, even though he tried to make it sound like someone else you figured it out. “Should have known you would figure it out…you’re so smart I could never put anything past you.” He scoffed and looked down at his hands. “Actually…you made it very obvious that you liked me. I just always chose to look past it.” You shrugged.

“Tora,” you paused as if to think how you would say the next words. “—you’re a really good guy, but I don’t see you that way. We have been around each other for so long that my feelings for you have grown into something like family instead of romantically. I’m truly flattered that you like me but I know that you can find someone better, I’m sorry…” You whispered while getting up to step away and give him some space. As your footsteps faded he sat there by the river alone glaring at his reflection in the water, soon anger began to build up inside causing his suppressed voices to overtake him. ‘She’s lying. She didn't want to hurt your feelings—but she did anyways. She doesn’t want you…just like everyone else. She just tolerates you, she feels sorry for you—didn’t you see the pity in her eyes…and that pathetic apology? What the hell was that? Might as well have ripped your heart out and stomped on it just to get rid of the excess feelings. She should pay—maybe you should get rid of her boyfriend? Make her feel the same feelings you feel now—have her begging to be with you just to stop the pain—no one else will love her like you do—NO ONE! and if you can’t have her…then neither can he.’ He trembled as he held his head, “No! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!” He choked out as he fell to his knees. Of course in the end he chose to follow this voice…and now he will have to get rid of the thing that was taking you from him.

A few days passed and there was no sign of your boyfriend, you called, texted, left voicemails, hell even went to his house but nothing. His parents listed him as a missing person with the police doing everything they could to find him all you could do was wait. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon a year passed, nothing turning up the police listed it as a cold case leaving you and his family to never find closure, always wondering what happened and what could have been. Along with the long hurtful days Kazutora stayed by your side comforting you whether it was bringing your favorite foods or to just take your mind off things. Soon you began to realize that he was so caring, loyal and nurturing that before you knew it—you had fallen for him.

“Tora…thank you for being here for me. I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t here.” You sighed while laying your head on his shoulder a soft smile played across his lips as he hummed. “Of course princess. I’ll always be here for you…I’ll never leave your side—just you and me…against the world.” He smiled brightly as he kissed your forehead, snuggling up more underneath your favorite cherry blossom tree that overlooked the city with no knowledge of what lied 6ft beneath you.

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thematthewlover · 3 months

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I don’t hate you - Chris Sturniolo pt. 2

pt.1

warnings: Drinking, smoking, smut, cussing, fluff, use of Y/n I think that’s all!

a/n: GUYS HERES PART 2 YIPPIEEE

We arrived at the party and Chris practically ran at the speed of light. “Damn someone’s excited” Nick said. “Yeah no kidding” Y/n responded.

Y/n, Nick, and Matt got into the house that the party was held in and they already saw Chris drinking(GUYS IGNORE THE FACT IM MAKING CHRIS SEEM LIKE A COMPLETE ALCOHOLIC😭) Y/n went to the counter and got herself and Nick a drink. Matt wasn’t drinking or smoking since he had to drive them all home.(don’t drink and drive guys it’s not worth it😔)

Y/n felt Chris’ eyes on her all night, it felt like laser beams. Y/n walked up to Chris and started kissing his neck, Chris then grabbed her wrist and brought her to an empty room.

They soon started kissing as they both started to slowly deepen the kiss their tongues fighting for dominance. Chris won of course so his tongue was exploring every single inch of Y/n’s mouth and she moaned slightly into his mouth from the feeling.

Chris then started kissing down her neck and left a few marks, “Chris you can’t leave marks!” Y/n said. “I gotta let everyone know that you’re mine and mine only” Chris responded.

Chris tugged at Y/n’s shirt “may I?” He asked politely, Y/n nodded. He then ripped hershirt off and unclamped her lacey bra, “so beautiful baby” Chris said, mesmerized by the sight.

Chris took her boobs in his hands and started massaging them and Y/n moaned at his actions.

Chris then tugged at Y/n’s leggings and looked at her, she gave him a reassuring nod saying he could take them off in which he did.

He rubbed his thumb over Y/n’s soaking wet clit from underneath her panties and then ripped them off.

He started pumping his finger in and out of her and she was basically screaming at this point.

“C-chris feels s-so good” Y/n said hardly being able to spit out her words due to the pleasure.

Chris then pulled down his sweats, Y/n could see his bulge pressing on his boxers and could cum just at the sight of it.

Chris ripped off his boxers and lined himself up at Y/n’s entrance.

He slowly pushed himself inside of her, followed by the words “are you ready baby?” “Y-yes Chris” Y/n says.

Chris then starts to violently thrust inside of her. Y/n feelings more pleasure than she ever has before.

“C-chris! I need t-to cum!” Y/n says in between moans, “Me too baby, let it all out cum on my cock!” Chris grants her permission.

Y/n let’s put her orgasm as Chris does the same, Chris then still slowly thrusting in and out of her riding out his high.

He then goes to get a warm wet towel to clean off Y/n and make sure to clean himself off too.

Chris gets into the bed next to Y/n and she snuggles her head into his chest.

“I don’t hate you” Chris says to Y/n.

a/n2: GUYS IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG IVE BEEN BUSY😭

SEND ME REQUESTS!

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Get toasty for The African Ice Caper!

Late again. Whoops. I swear I have good reasons. Anyway, super excited for this!!!

Lets-a go! Notes under the cut as always :)

First off, since I forgot the title last week, let's take a stab at it! I super love this title. It's a play on words in some ways; it refers to the literal "ice" meaning the diamonds they find in Botswana. But using "ice" also refers to the aftermath of Stockholm and how Carmen is dealing with the consequences! Cool shit!

Overall beginning thoughts- I LOVE this caper. It extends that whump/angst from Stockholm ever so much and ACTUALLY DEALS WITH CONSEQUENCES!!! I love when shows carry over serious events!!! Even with S1 finale -> S2 opener there wasn't much aftermath of Carmen's fight against Brunt (two weeks? really? she healed from that in two weeks?) but they DELIVERED here

This caper is just all aftermath, consequence, and effect. Carmen makes the decisions she does in Botswana to call in ACME because of their rescue in Sweden. They've proven themselves to be trustworthy (for now) and as Chief said a valuable ally. However, without Carmen calling in the cops, Roundy would never have been alerted and the mines would never have been blown up. It's all so delicate and interesting, and opens, for the briefest of moments, so many pathways for options- good and bad. I'll get to more stuff later but let me actually start commenting on the episode now

it's a terrifying moment but I can't help but laugh about Zack and Ivy's cover story being that Carmen is a shitty driver and they are right

while I also understand that it's the fastest way to convey information why did the nurses just let them seize the gurney and start sprinting back into the hospital with her without even knowing what happened

but okay. man. carmen's eyes just barely being able to open and see what's happening before she slips into unconsciousness again is so damn good

why does she have an oxygen mask on btw she was freezing not suffocating can anyone inform me on that

he's family 😭 happy day after father's day yall he's dadowsan official now

AUGH. her face kills me every time she just looks so vulnerable. but like she's trying to tell him that she's okay

i love found family but the nurse must have been confused when this 20 year old argentinian lady's family turned out to be two white american teenagers and a forty year old japanese man

not to mention that 16 year old canadian kid on the phone

poor carmen has an iv and a heart monitor she was not doing so hot

actually cannot tell if they stole an ambulance or painted their van to look like one i think they painted the van??

wait no it has lights on top DID YOU STEAL AN AMBULANCE???

that quick shot of ivy ducking down and checking carmen kills me every time augh

i love this quick, rough but getting smoother dynamic player and shadow-san get with taking the capers while red is down. i also LOVE that they took this opportunity to move into and decorate the warehouse further. it becomes home while carmen recovers

also the way carmen is barely ever awake is just so. augh

OOOH CARMEN'S DREAM i love this scene. there are so many little tiny things to pick up on before the brunt reveal that it's not real: ivy's voice waking her but ivy being nowhere in sight, chief not having a pen to beam from, chief not being able to activate pens from her end, etc. the first time i saw this, though, I was totally fooled. i was like ohhhh shit chief??????

btw have i ever talked about the sound design on chief's voice? her real voice intertwined with mechanical/digital noises that sometimes even blot out parts of words that just sell the illusion that she's coming from a speaker

god the way carmen jumps as soon as she hears brunt's voice ugah

the dutch angle on brunt to sell the fact that this is WRONGWRONGWRONGWRONG MM its so good

and carmen's pupils contracting when she wakes up mm

LOOK HOW HARD DEVINEAUX HAS BEEN WORKING GO SIR DO THAT PAPERWORK

that little side glance devineaux gives to see if he sold it thats so funny

and the sad sick face dropping off his face for an evil little grin he's literally so funny

"roll of red yarn" has become another one of the phrases I just repeat over and over it lives rent free in my brain for some reason

he's crocheting a little carmen hat and coat for his pet cat

the music going really sinister and lowkey a little concerned as soon as it reveals that devineaux's got this crazy ass conspiracy board

the callback to the very first capers devineaux/julia reeled off in the pilot!!! (plus boston tea party of course)

the shot of devineaux tacking up papers on the "camera" is one of my favorites, so fun

carmen has so many kettlebells what the fuck

man i love how you can see the wave of exhaustion hit her like a truck. she's not even close to a hundred percent still, but she's "relaxing makes me fidgety" carmen sandiego so of course she's up using the punching bag

oh hey also one thing about this episode is i dont think i've ever realized but it spans over a TON of time. like, maybe a month?? more?? girlie doesn't trip and slam her face on death's door and then get up and go work out in a week

ALSO WAS THIS THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF CARMEN'S WORKOUT OUTFIT?? SO GAY ABOUT IT THANK GOD THEY BROUGHT IT BACK MORE TIMES

augh also you can hear the frustration in carmen's...not exactly voice because she's just kind of panting but she does this little scoff/growl/ugh that just shows how annoyed she is that she can't do this like she used to and that it still hurts

carmen say thank you challenge CARMEN SAY THANK YOU CHALLENGE CARMEN IM GOING TO MURDER YOU even when "chief" showed up the closest carmen got to "thanks for saving my life" was "you look better" "thanks to you" girl its okay you can say thank you

the way carmen bounces down on the couch itches my brain

also obsessed with how carmen's first workout session was pummeling that boxing bag because like if player was surprised she was up and still calling her the patient THAT WAS HER FIRST SESSION UP. CARMEN INSISTS ON GOING ON A CAPER THE INSTANT SHE CAN THROW A PUNCH AGAIN HJDSGJSD

the way ivy lays on that damn couch im in love with her

ZACK'S FACE

boys got trauma from last time and it shows hard this episode

i love how everyone is just like

because she is fighting tooth and claw to get out of that warehouse who's going to tell her no when dadowsan isn't around

guess you caught me lion

also. i guess carmen did have to watch out for tigers who slam her into chainlink fences

team red got the safari of all time damn they were just driving and they saw all that??

also HEY zack is driving on the correct side for their location that's really cool

ivy's trying to help you girl you do not need to make her feel bad about trying to give you water in the middle of a gigantic. well the kalahari isn't a desert but "semi-arid sandy savannah" doesn't quite roll off the tongue in the same way i guess

"he is a rockstar" i miss you elvis episode with shadowsan that could have been

everyone: gains complete trust in shadowsan brunt: im about to end this mans whole career

shadowsan just standing on the other side of the gondolas is so funny he must have gone the entire rode around up to the top of the mountain for that dramatic ass shot

he's so funny honestly

also the gondola shaking as they fight is a great detail

top ten anime moments before disaster. number 1: le chevre and fraulein blushcheeks

shadowsan just SNATCHES that case

also I love how fraulein (i know thats a term like miss but i dont have anything else to go on) is just sitting there mad about it

the friction burns on shadowsan's hand and that belt are going to be nasty

the sound design on le chevre going down the line on the belt sounds like a horse screaming in minecraft

HE'S SO EFFICENT ABOUT IT ITS HILARIOUS he's like alright damn if you say so

carmen making jokes about the situation she almost died in is a trait fanfiction writers have been gnawing on for years

player guilt tripping her is so funny like girl please don't die again

red drone <3

its roundedbitch hello sir

he pronounces the "r" in "le chevre"

carmen's decision to call in the police/ACME here directly results in roundabout becoming faculty which is cool

i remember when this season dropped and everyone was making theories about roundy. long live the "he's julia's dad theory" i loved ye while i knew ye

coach brunt is EN ROUTE? she got there FAST DAMN?? canary islands to botswana is like an 8 hour flight

the siblings being overprotective i love it so much

ungh you can see the fear at just SEEING brunt she's got so much trauma about it

player continuing to try to get carm out of there and her continuing to shut him down carmen please girl

add another fursona for carmen to have. panther sheep wolf

man you can just SEE how out of it carmen is. tigress takes her down EASY

also that slam into the fence and how she just. collapses. she can't get up from it for a solid few seconds it hurts that bad and player desperately trying to know what's happening because last time he didn't check in she ended up in a ravine

tigress just waits for her to come and then takes her out with one really really effective uppercut to the jaw

she really is off her game she didn't protect the face

i adore how expressive they let her be here. it DOES hurt. it hurts BAD. and she can't do anything to prevent what tigress is about to do

the way all three of them go "OUGH" when they hit the floor

zack just sitting on tigress

carmen looks really unimpressed about that cat in the bag pun

also idk if its just carmen never expressing anything in her life or if she's just processing what the fuck just happened (and how she couldn't really do anything without collapsing in pain from something she would have bounced back from in a second at any other time and how that almost lead to what she believes would be her death at the hands of brunt) but the way she just stares at them

they CHAINED her up

tigress has gotten a cat joke from every single person she's told her codename to

i also love how tigress always corrects people on tiger vs. tigress when she responds to them. big trans energy dont fucking misgender her fursona

LITERALLY CRYING LAUGHING ITS SO FUNNY SHE JUST DOES IT TO BE AN ASSHOLE JHFSGHFKSAD

dont you know im still standing better than i ever did lookin like a true survivor feelin like a little kid

but anyway another place cs suffers from its rating. chief is the reason she's not DEAD and the script having to skirt around that with flowery language lessens the impact

oh wait a minute my bad. i take it back. he does get to say that she nearly froze to death thank god yes player go off king

looking at lettuce? the ancient greek sex symbol? julia you are so scandalous devineaux's having a dream about conspiracy theories and he accidently walked into julia's wet dream about carmen

thats a joke sjhdgjs okay getting back to what the dream is actually about i love that devineaux's perception of julia in his head is that she just shushes him and reminds him about the rules all the time

"a hat? in a corner grocery?" sir you're buying YARN in a corner grocery

look at that gay little julia devineaux's subconscious knows julia as only rule following and down bad for carmen

yeah chase is actually kind of. breaking the fourth wall a little in this dream? he's calling back to the lucky cat caper, which he was there for. but he's referencing the cat with the stamp in it, which had a coin slot in its head while the others didnt. he never saw those cats- he's heralding back to something CARMEN did. this is for the audience to connect and emulate how chase's thought process is working!

arent the canary islands on...the other side of africa?

i love how red drone flinches at the same time player does she's like a little guy she's part of the team she's real to me

we both know thats not why player

isnt the pen supposed to be the most secure method of communication ever or something

also can you imagine being shadowsan right then and realizing that. fuck. the person who carmen now owes somewhat of a debt to for saving her life and who is now an ally is the person who MURDERED CARMEN'S FATHER

"i'll be the one wearing red" okay how about directions

roundy using the birtish government liking to have control in africa as an excuse is the most realistic thing in this show

HAHA I JUST REALIZED THE QUEEN IS DEAD S3 FINALE IS GOING TO BE SOOO AWKWARD

i love how his glasses reflect green to show the change of sides its top tier classic cs color theory

chase should be able to get some sick days he does like 10 times the work of the poor old farts in there

DID I JUST HEAR A SEAGULL

CHASE'S SEAGULL SNEEZE IS SO FUNNY

he's literally so funny he could have done this call from anywhere else but im willing to bet that he completely forgot about work until he'd already rented the thing and was in it (and also had flown?? from france to the coast of africa???)

loving the smooth transition from the boat motor to the car motor

maam we have a car door for a reason you dont need to vault over the windshield

HAHAHA THE BACKUP IS FOUR COPS

the zoom on the timer as it counts down is fantastic

thats the second time zack has been knocked off the bed dskjfshfdsw

autistic zack agenda

brunt doesn't fit in the car lmfaooo

OH FUCK I FORGOT brunt didn't fly from the canary islands that's why she could get there so fast. my bad

chase is doing SO well just. a lITTLE too late

studies show that carmen will be attacked on trains 100% of the time

autistic zack agenda

what is chief sitting on im curious does she have a chair in her. hologram room or whatever

chief how scandy (im aware thats not what is usually means i think its funny though)

yeah you could see jules evvvvery dayyyyyyy

au where she enlists in acme and then gets shunted onto a treasures of knowledge timeline

man i love this part. she gets JUMPED

also how her eyes snap open as soon as she realizes brunt is there with her. she's ready to fight her, but as soon as brunt gets anywhere near her she is TERRIFIED

she flinches back, she stops struggling, all she can probably think about is last time. she doesn't go back to angry once brunt backs off a little. she's still fucking terrified. she knows she's not in the right state to fight TIGRESS- much less brunt. and brunt nearly killed her easily last time. if she decided to hurt her now, tied up and with like ten broken ribs, she'd be done for.

HERE WE GO SHITS GOING DOWN

who? its such a fucking. good question it takes her a second to realize. she's been told all her life by this woman that she's never had any family but vile, that she was abandoned. now brunt tells her that not only did she have a father but vile sent her new dad to kill him? and then he apparently stole her and brought her back and everyone lied to her for twenty years?? thats literally so fucked up she's so justified in going absolutely feral for the rest of the season

the anger in her voice as she starts to confront brunt about it and then the return of fear when brunt gets close to her again to gag her

"NO. DON'T LEAVE. NOT YET"

oh my god and then the episode closing on her writhing and screaming on the floor with her world turned upside down its so fucking good

the music btw also helps a TON its so sinister it gets your heart pumping ungh

okay i love this episode im so excited for the finale of the season!!!! how are we there already???

i cant believe zack and ivy didnt put carmen on lockdown after they checked on her and found her tied up and gagged screaming in the dark that had to suck

i wonder if there are any missing scene fics of that. them taking out the gag and the first words out of carmen's mouth are "shadowsan killed my father" can you fucking imagine what the fuck that sounds like a great read. give me fic recs if there are any like that out there

alright anyway what a top tier episode. in spirit stockholm, african ice, and deep dive are a three parter and the next episode is just the payoff to EVERYTHING im so excited. they seriously went so hard on s1 and s2 and by producing them basically together they are so fucking solid man i love it

alright- until (probably late) next week. bye yall!

#csweekly #cs weekly #carmen sandiego weekly #carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019

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scarlett-vixen · 2 years

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This is the second request in @ari-shipping-stuff request. I know I did E already but it’s my event I make the rules this was too cute to not do another one💖 I’m sorry this took so long 🥺 I thought about it every day though!!

Prompt: E - Excited

Pairing: Beelzebub x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff!

“Four hours, twenty-six minutes and twelve seconds…”

Though you were living rent free with the brothers you still needed a source of income to afford all the cool things you saw in stores…even if Asmo and Mammon were constantly trying to pay for you.

“Four hours, twenty-two minutes and three seconds…”

Days like this you regretted getting a job down here and not just living a spoiled life at the hands of seven demon lords.

Business had been slow and the store was practically empty yet your boss wasn’t willing to let you leave early. You stared at the clock counting the minutes until your shift ended, thinking of all the things you wanted to do once you got home.

Take a quick nap, check in with Levi and play a round or two of the current game you guys were tackling, seek help from Satan with that unfinished essay sitting on your desk, but more than anything you just wanted something to eat!

Mammon had offered to bring you lunch two hours ago and you turned him down, not wanting to owe him more than you already did, that was now on the long list of regrets plaguing your mind.

Solomon had stopped by earlier to do nothing more than harass you for being stuck behind a counter. You had shooed him out but now wished he was here again to entertain you.

You checked your phone.

“House of Lamentation (New): 75 unread messages”

“Nnnnnnnope! Not opening that right now.” Even with the boredom digging deeper into you, you were not about to skim through all those messages about who knows what.

You reached the point where you actually wished you had that essay here so you could finish it…this had to end soon.

***

After an agonizing four hours finally passed, you headed back to the house, stomach rumbling on the way. You considered just grabbing something from the kitchen but told yourself you deserved a reward for surviving total boredom all day.

You swung open your bedroom door and tossed your jacket on a nearby chair, quickly finding the sixth born sitting on the couch in your room. A massive grin on his face, a sweet sparkle in his eyes, you swore if he had a tail it would be wagging right now from excitement.

“Beel? What are you doing bud?” You chuckled as you asked. You didn’t really care, the sixth born was always welcome in your room since he always cleaned up after himself and respected your space.

“I was lonely so I came looking for you, but you were gone…I got worried so I decided to wait for you!”

“You— how long have you been here?” Noticing a small pile of empty chip bags next to him; neatly stacked as to not make a mess.

“About six hours now I guess, are you okay? You were gone for a long time!” His beaming face quickly turning to a look of concern.

“Six hou— Beel I was at work! It’s Thursday!” You were both stunned and impressed at his ability to sit here that long by himself. It comforted you to know that he was worried about your absence though.

“Oooooooh that makes sense…I guess I forgot, sorry” a small blush appeared on his cheeks.

“What do you normally do while I’m at work?” You questioned.

“Wait for you to come home…” The blush on his cheeks growing rapidly. He was so damn cute it would kill you eventually, before you could comfort him though you felt your stomach rumble.

“Well, since we both had to sit alone for a stupid long time why don’t we spend some time together and go get food?”

“OH! That reminds me!” Beel dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. “I had a coupon to Hell’s Kitchen and originally came looking for you to ask you to go with me…do you want to?”

You watched the excitement come rushing back to his body, eyes lighting up once more as he waited for your answer. You couldn’t blame him, after a day like this you were more than excited to spend time with him as well as fill your empty belly.

“Absolutely!”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me beelzebub #obey me fanfic #obey me beel #obey me beel x reader #obey me mc #obey me beelzebub fluff #obey me beel fluff #kats 200+ event

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nicoline1998enilocin · 10 months

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Welcome home, little one

PAIRING | Dad!Bucky Barnes x Dad!Steve Rogers

WORD COUNT | 2.1K

SUMMARY | Steve and Bucky are taking their daughter, Luna, home for the very first time, and they can't wait for the rest of the Avengers to meet their little ray of sunshine. She can't believe her eyes when she sees everything around her and is happy as a clam to finally be home with her two daddies.

WARNING(S) | None.

A/N | This one shot is part of my Child's Play AU, but can be read as part of the story, or a standalone one shot! 🖤

Steve = Papa | Bucky = Baba | Steve & Bucky = Daddies.

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Stucky Masterlist | AU Masterlist

Today is the day, Steve and Bucky are finally allowed to take their little troublemaker home with them. They barely slept for the past few days because they were so excited, but they both had a few months off of being Avengers, so they could focus on Luna getting settled and how their new family would unfold. All of the Avengers were almost as excited to see the start of their family, they knew like no other what the two men had to go through to finally be where they are. ''God, I'm extremely nervous,'' Bucky said as they were about to get into their car to pick her up. They had met her a few times before, of course, but now would officially be the start of the rest of their lives. ''It's gonna be okay, Bubs, don't worry,'' Steve said as he opened the passenger side door for Bucky.

When the both of them were settled in the car, they started their journey to finally pick up their daughter. It still felt a little unreal, she is officially their daughter now. ''Is it weird that I still don't quite believe it?'' Bucky said, and Steve wholeheartedly agreed. ''Oh no, I can't believe it myself either, but it's true,'' he said and he put his hand on Bucky's thigh, giving him a reassuring squeeze before softly drawing circles with his thumb. ''You keep that going, and we're going to have to pull over,'' Bucky said, his voice suddenly dropping deeper when he said that. Steve knew damn well what that would do to his husband, and his distraction worked. ''Sorry,'' he said with a bit of a mischievous grin on his face.

The rest of the ride was filled with light conversations and laughter, but the closer they got, the more nervous the both of them got as well. Soon, they arrived at the foster home Luna was currently staying at, her case worker was there already to make sure she was ready to go. As soon as she saw Bucky and Steve, she greeted them and invited them in. ''Welcome, she's very excited to go home with the two of you!'' she said, and that eased their tension a little bit. Steve interlaced his fingers with Bucky's and gave him a soft squeeze to temper down his excitement a little bit, he didn't want to overwhelm Luna of course. ''Luna, are you ready to go?'' the case worker asked as she walked into the kitchen.

''Yes,'' they heard and their hearts melted, they would never get enough of hearing the little voice that melted their hearts ever since the first time the three of them saw each other. The case worker and her foster parents all walked Luna to Steve and Bucky, so they could say goodbye to the girl. ''Hi!'' Luna beamed with excitement and ran straight up to the 2 super soldiers and she wrapped her arms around Bucky's leg, barely reaching the middle of his thigh in height. ''Hi little one,'' he said as he crouched down to be face to face with her. ''Are you ready to come home with us?'' he asked and she nodded. ''Packed myself!'' she said excitedly as she turned around, showing him the little unicorn backpack she had on. It was one of the last things she still had that she got from her parents.

''Wow, you did a great job!'' Steve said and she quickly wrapped her arms around his large arm, hugging him too. ''Thanks,'' is what she said with a huge proud smile on her face. Steve stretched out his arms so he could pick her up and she gladly threw herself in his arms, she didn't even know the two of them for that long, but it felt safe and good to be inside their arms, so she was more than happy to go with the 2 of them. Steve and Bucky got back up to their full length and Luna giggled, feeling like she was flying. ''Wheeeee!'' she said as Steve stood up, throwing her arms in the air and making everyone laugh. ''Now, you still need to say goodbye to Grace and John for taking such good care of you, okay?'' Bucky said in a soft tone and she nodded.

''Bye Grace, Bye John,'' she said and waved so hard it looked like her arm would fall off. ''Bye little troublemaker, are you going to be the best girl for your daddies now?'' John asked and she nodded, her curls bouncing up and down with every movement of her head. ''I'm always best girl,'' she said and no one could disagree, she's a pretty easy-going child and got along with most people pretty easily. ''Thank you so much for taking care of her the last year,'' Steve said as he put Luna on his hip and walked towards Grace and John with an outstretched hand. ''We're very grateful that you took her in, and we can't wait to provide her with the best life possible,'' he said and shook both their hands, tears filling their eyes.

''Bye Luna, we love you so so much!'' Grace said as he planted a few firm kisses on her cheeks, the goodbye was hitting her pretty hard, even though they knew it was coming. ''Love you three!'' she said with a giggle and everyone got huge smiles on their faces. ''Now, it's time to go, we have some people who are waiting to meet you! All your aunties and uncles are getting impatient!'' Bucky said and they finally made their way to the door. As they walked to the car, Grace and John kept waving at Luna and she waved back until she couldn't see them anymore. She was put in her car seat and she was holding onto her stuffed elephant for dear life, afraid she would lose him. ''Time to go home now, Luna,'' Steve said as he kissed her on her head before closing the door and getting into the driver's seat himself.

Bucky was already seated at the passenger's side and tried to keep his tears back, he was eternally grateful for this moment. Their little family was finally complete now, they have the most beautiful daughter. He couldn't stop looking at her through the rearview mirror and seeing her play with her elephant, who was named Ellie accordingly. ''Hold on to Ellie, okay? We're going now,'' Steve said as he started the car, and Bucky laughed at her tightly hugging the elephant as they started to drive away. ''Can I have cookies?'' she said suddenly, and Bucky turned to face her. ''We have cookies for you at home, we will be there soon,'' he said as he gave her a reassuring smile. ''Okay Baba,'' she said and his heart skipped a beat, he couldn't believe she said that.

Bucky turned back around, and for the first time in a long time, he felt at peace. It felt like the missing piece in his puzzle had finally arrived in the form of a little blond girl named Luna, and her stuffed elephant Ellie. Steve put his hand on Bucky's thigh and squeezed softly, he heard what she called Bucky and his heart melted at the sound, he would never want to hear anything else. Luna was enjoying the car ride, looking out of the window to take in as much as she could with her daddies, and she felt happy, which was noticeable by the happy squeaks she let out every time she saw something funny.

By the time they ended up back at the Compound, she had fallen asleep from the long car ride. ''Shall I get her out while you bring everything inside?'' Steve asked, and Bucky agreed. ''See you in there, he said before giving a peck on Steve's lips and opening the trunk to get all her stuff out. Sure, it wasn't much, but it was everything she had and they wanted to take it all to make the switch to their life as comfortable as possible. He walked inside with all the stuff and brought it to their floor in the Compound, they had an entire floor to themselves where they lived, with all the necessities they could ever dream of and more. He opened the door and walked into the apartment, which was eerily quiet still. It wouldn't take long for that quietness to completely be replaced by the excited sounds of a very happy little girl.

''I'm going to put her down in her bed for now so she can sleep some more, we'll introduce her to everyone during dinner,'' Steve said and both men walked into the unicorn bedroom they made for her. It was perfect and she was obsessed with unicorns, so now she had her own space where she could do as she pleases. Steve put her down and tucked her in, the two of them standing next to her bed watching her for a few minutes before walking out. When the door closed, Bucky grabbed hold of Steve and pulled him in for a much-needed hug. ''I love you, Hubs,'' he said as he stroked his back with his flesh hand. ''I love you more, Bubs,'' Steve said as he planted a big kiss on his cheek before grabbing Bucky's hand and guiding him to the couch, where they would watch TV until Luna woke up.

''Hi little one, how was your nap?'' Bucky asked as he kneeled next to her bed, watching her rub the sleep out of her eyes. ''Good,'' she murmured and stretched her arms out to Bucky, needing to be close to her Baba right now. ''I'm happy to hear that, shall we go see what Papa is up to?'' he said and Luna nodded softly, still waking up from her nap as they walked towards the living room where Steve was still seated on the couch. ''Hi Papa,'' she said in a soft voice, the sleep very noticeable in her voice. ''Hi Sunshine, was your nap good?'' he asked and she nodded again. ''How about some cuddles until we meet your aunties and uncles?'' he suggested and so they did. Bucky sat down next to Steve on the couch, Luna resting on both their laps with their arms entangled around her. She let out a content sigh when she was fully settled.

Luna was very excited about meeting her aunties and uncles, as the two super soldiers already told them little bits about them. She didn't understand everything they said so they kept it simple, but she was excited nevertheless, especially after the cookies she's been promised earlier. Steve and Bucky had gotten her an entire unicorn outfit to wear today, and she looked like a princess in it when she twirled around showing them. Bucky did her hair - he had the most experience with it seeing he has long hair himself - and put a unicorn bow in her hair to finish it all off and they got ready to go. ''Baba carry me please,'' she asked and Bucky happily agreed. ''Okay, since you asked very nicely I will carry you downstairs,'' he said and the three of them were on their way to the dining room where all the other Avengers were seated, and ready for dinner.

Tony had hired a chef for tonight seeing that it was a special moment, so they were only waiting on the guests of honor for tonight, and as soon as they heard their footsteps, the conversations died down in anticipation to meet Luna. Steve came around the corner first, and Bucky waited just around the corner with Luna who was giggling. ''Are you ready to meet our beautiful girl?'' he asked and everyone nodded or said yes, and Bucky came around the corner with little Luna on his hip, her face hiding inside her hands as if she were playing hide and seek. ''Wait, did you get her alone?!'' Tony asked playfully and that's when Luna revealed her face. ''No! I'm here!'' she said giggling and everyone started laughing loudly.

''Everyone, this is Luna Barnes-Rogers, but of course, you can call her anything you want. Except for Sunshine and Trouble, those are our nicknames for her,'' Bucky said with a stern voice. Luna didn't notice, she was way too entranced to notice her Baba when everyone was looking at her, wanting to meet her. She said hi to everyone and each member of the Avengers seemed to take an instant liking to her. ''Are you hungry, Trouble?'' Bucky asked and she nodded, so he placed her in the high chair they got for her, Steve sat on her right side and Bucky sat on her left side. The rest of the night was filled with light conversation and a lot of attention for Luna, who was more than happy with it. Our life finally felt complete, Steve and Bucky thought at the same time.

#bucky barnes x steve rogers #bucky barnes x captain america #stucky #steve x bucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky fanfic #bucky barnes fanfic #steve rogers fanfic #captain america fanfic #bucky barnes fluff #steve rogers fluff #captain america fluff #stucky fluff

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auroragehenna · 6 months

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This is just a prompt...

I'm just considering Adam and Lyra here... Adam is torturing Lyra and he messes up for real and he doesn't know it until it's too late. So he panics and he has to save her...

AI-less Whumptober

Day 21 Blood loss, near death experince

TW/CW: Sadistic whumper, overjoyed whumper, knife whump, careless whumper, thinking about death,bleeding out Word count: 714

Boy am I lucky I don’t have to count. Lyra thought to herself. Another sharp cut, this time over her cheek again.

“Hey! Eyes on me Thýma, you know how it goes.”

“Yeah, yeah, eyes on me, I want to trigger all your senses.”, she mockingly quoted him through gritted teeth. Voice carefully composed.

“Exactly.”, Adam agreed darkly before slashing a shallow cut over Lyra’s throat. He saw Lyras eyes widen in surprise and her bound hands trying to reach up to her throat. He grinned.

“Damn Adam, I thought you wanted to keep me.”, she joked half-heartedly.

“Oh I do. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

But the sadistic glint in his eyes did nothing to convince Lyra of that.

Her body jerked against the ropes holding it as Adam drew the knife over the entire side of her legs. She could feel her eyes widen again; something is seriously off here! She thought through the haze of pain.

She looked away from the knife and up into Adam’s face. And it was practically beaming with excitement and sadism. Sure she often saw him sadistic but this…By now there was barely any space left to cut so she hoped it would be over soon. As soon as possible. Please. Suddenly Adam’s finger curled under her chin and hastily lifted it up. He raised the knife and outlined the contours of her face with the blood tip. No doubt leaving bloody lines.

“You’re so beautiful!”, Adam exclaimed, not even noticing the way Lyra stared at him in absolute perplexity. “The way you scar so perfectly! The blood on you! The way you breathe when you try to control the pain! So beautiful! Perfect! I want more!”

Lyra breathed out the tiniest whimper but Adam blessedly didn’t hear it in his excitement. Lyra closed her eyes and tried as well as possible to let the pain fade out into white. Adam threatened her, to keep her eyes open again and so she did. Until he finally had to go.

“Alright! This was exhilarating! But sadly I have to go!”, he said cheerfully and tossed her a disinfectant spray and a bundle of bandages before untying her, “you got this, right. Great. Byeee.”

Lyra collapsed onto the piles of the pool. Her whole body burned and she was still actively bleeding from a bunch of wounds. She pushed herself up against the basin wall and tried to be steady. She reached for the spray and grit her teeth hard before applying it. When she had disinfected all the wounds as well as she could she tried to bandage them. The smaller or less complicated ones weren’t a problem but the still bleeding ones were a problem. She sat there for God knows how long, bleeding through bandages over bandages. It’s not stopping. This isn’t normal. Right? Or is it? I don’t know. Adam was never so…careless. She thought with a shiver. The movement only pushing out more blood. She couldn’t try to tell the time with the light because it was nighttime. She could only have said that it got from dark to even darker. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Am I going to bleed out here? I mean surely not yet but…If the bleeding continues like this…Is that it? Again? Okay no, I never died. But a lot of times nearly. She thought back to those times. The near drownings had always felt peaceful in her memory. The possible-car crashes not so much. At least she finally would be free. What then? Unfortunately she would probably go to Asphodel. She wasn’t a hero, so no Elysium and hopefully she didn’t deserve Tartaros. Be that as it may, finally…no torture anymore. She tried to gather her mind and changed the blood soaked bandages again. There was a growing mountain of bloody bandages in front of her. And blood everywhere on her. It was so hard to stay conscious. And even thought Lyra had never really cared very much about her life having it slip away from her again felt so…weird. So…sad…after all. But that’s how it was. She wasn’t going to yell for Adam. Would probably not work anyway. This was freedom…She thought before losing consciousness.

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peacehopeandrats · 6 months

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Number 9

Damn. It went over 500, but only by 120 or so and I wanted a decent ending. Here you go.

The Tent of Infinite Adventure had torn the Golds apart. One minute they were walking together through a thick wood and in the next, Belle found herself suddenly alone. It wasn't as if her husband and son had teleported away, either. The trees had simply... swallowed them up, blending with each other to create walls between them. Now, as she struggled to come to grips with what she was experiencing, the trunks and branches were changing again.

Yellow light from the sun was pouring through the dancing leaves, which turned the beams more to a hue that imitated their own. These green fingers clawed their way toward her, then pulled away, making the very air around her seem to ripple like water.

"Belle?" Rumple's panic echoed around her as clearly as if he were standing by her side.

"Papa?" Gideon's voice followed. "Where are you?"

"We're all still here," Belle answered both. "I think it doesn't want us to see each other."

"I bet we found another puzzle!" Her son's voice bounded through the air with excitement.

Rumple huffed. "Well, if it is one I can't see what type it might be."

"Should we keep walking or stand still and study our surroundings?" Belle froze in place even as she made the suggestion, trying to take in what she could.

"I'm in someone's laundry room," Gideon chortled. "Or caught up in their lines and lines of drying clothes. All I can see is hanging fabric as big as picnic blankets, in all kinds of patterns."

"We might have something then," Rumple added. "Because I'm in what appears to be a thread shop. All I can see are drawers and drawers of thread, each with a different thickness and texture."

Belle took in her own location. She truly did feel as if she were walking beneath the sea. "I don't know what that will do for us," she sighed. "The tent left me under water. There is sand and the air moves around like water would. I think there is seaweed in the distance, but that's all. Everything else is just... water."

"What if you go to the seaweed?"

Following her son's suggestion, she moved closer, surprising herself at how easily she could move in the supposedly liquid environment. It took what felt like ages to get there, but once she arrived, she could just make out the hint of something in and around the plants and collected rocks. Creeping closer, she soon became overwhelmed by the power of what she saw.

Colors bounced around in her head. They mixed and threaded themselves together. Even colors that had no business being together. They were all one, yet distinctly separate at the same time. How was she going to explain this to the others?

"It reminds me of 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea," she murmured as she stumbled backward, shaking her head to clear it.

From the distance, her son laughed. "Which part?"

"The part where it describes what it looked like when they went walking on the ocean floor," she called back.

"Oh, wow!" Belle could practically hear her son drooling over the environment she had been gifted.

"What if this is a task of patterns?" Rumple pondered the question as he spoke it, his voice filled with curiosity in a way that said he was inspecting the threads before him with greater care. "I might have to gather, weave, or spin the colors in Gideon's picnic blankets and your ocean view."

Belle heard a thump, then heard Gideon moan. "This is going to take forever." She could imagine him crumpled on the floor, staring at the offending cloth in defeat.

"Don't give up," she insisted. "We'll figure it out together."

#nano prompt #nanowrimo #tent of infinite adventure

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throwawayshorts · 1 year

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Guess who’s at it again~

Another test sequence for the actual story

[Tw: Implied trauma, physical abuse, self-destructive behavior, sorry if I missed any lmk plz]

“It was nice of Garrett to clear up his schedule so we could visit. I know how busy he gets,” Farida commented idly as they sat at a red light.

“Yeah. Very…very nice of him…” Gabriel was not as excited. He hadn’t seen Garrett in months. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he could imagine his uncle wouldn’t be too happy to see him again.

“You alright? You look pale…”

“Probably just something I ate. I don’t think I was imagining when I saw the ‘chicken patty’ move…” If nothing else, school lunch was definitely a good scapegoat. His nerves were through the roof.

Farida hummed. “I should talk to the principal about putting something more…edible on you kids’ plates…”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll just start packing a lunch.”

“Alright. Just let me know if we need to turn around, okay?”

Absolutely not. “Okay, mom.” She’d been talking about visiting Garrett the whole plane ride back from Russia. He wanted to get it over with.

In that moment, he almost considered telling his mom about what had been going on for the past nine years. But he quickly dismissed the thought. She felt guilty enough for having been gone so long. She didn’t need him to add to it. Besides, it’s not like Garrett could do anything while she was there…right?

His gut twisted a little tighter. He hoped nothing would happen. That Garrett wouldn’t say anything.

Too soon, they were pulling in to the parking garage.

Farida beamed. “This’ll be nice. Do you think he’d mind if we stayed here a while longer while I look for an apartment?”

It was that moment that Gabriel realized he was going to have to eventually break to her that he was no longer living with his uncle…and come up with a very good reason why that didn’t involve adding more guilt.

His phone dinged. He pulled it out to look.

Alex: You’re sure this is a good idea? I’m sure it wouldn’t be so bad if you just told her…

He quickly typed out a response.

Gabriel: I’m sure. She feels bad enough. I can do this for her.

Alex: You know she’s only going to feel more guilty when she finds out.

Gabriel shoved his phone back into his pocket. Alex was right. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell Farida at the moment. She was so excited to see everyone.

I’ll tell her later, he told himself, knowing damn well it was a lie.

He led her to the elevator, then up to the penthouse. He instinctively stiffened as the elevator doors slid open. Garrett sat in his chair, reading a book. He stood when he heard the elevator open.

“Farida! It’s so good to see you alive and well!” he greeted, striding over and pulling her into a hug.

“I’m glad to see you’ve taken good care of Gabriel while I was gone,” she replied. “Sorry it was…longer than expected.”

“Think nothing of it. He’s grown into a fine young man.” Garrett smiled, putting a hand on his nephew’s shoulder. The boy resisted the urge to flinch away.

Was that…genuine? Gabriel couldn’t remember the last time his uncle had said something nice about him.

“I know this is really last-minute, but would you mind if we stayed here a little longer while I look for an apartment and get things in order?” Farida asked.

Garrett’s award-winning smile returned. “Of course! I’ve actually been pretty busy, so I don’t stay here as much anymore. You can take the master bedroom if you like. I have other accomodations.”

Farida beamed. “Thank you so much.”

“Think nothing of it. It’ll give us a little time to catch up.”

Of course he’d be all for it. But then…maybe…it wouldn’t be so bad. Garrett seemed happy to have Farida back. Maybe things could be like they were before now that she was home.

Despite his anxiety about being around his uncle, Gabriel found himself smiling and laughing as he, Farida, and Garrett made a point of making supper together. It was…nice. Gabriel realized how much he’d been hoping for this. Maybe his uncle had just been bitter. Gabriel hadn’t exactly been a top-notch nephew, but…maybe it was okay now?

He even cautiously slipped in a question to Garrett without calling him “sir”.

Nothing bad happened.

His uncle just smiled and answered.

Gabriel found himself relaxing more and more as the night wore on.

Finally, everyone said good night, and made their way to their rooms. Garrett said he’d just sleep in the study for the night since it was a bit late to head out. The couch in there was comfortable enough.

That night, Gabriel found he wasn’t as afraid of going to sleep with his uncle present in the penthouse.

But he’d hoped for too much.

He only realized when he woke in the middle of the night with a hand wrapped around his throat and a very familiar scowl hovering above him.

“You’ve forgotten your lessons, boy,” Garrett growled. “Do not think for a moment that just because your mother has returned that we are a happy family. I’ll do the courteousy of keeping up the charade you started, but you are going to regret the choices you made tonight.” The hand squeezed tighter, and Gabriel brought his own hands up, trying to loosen the grip to no avail.

“Make a noise, and you’ll break down the fantasy you’ve let her have. You don’t want that, do you?”

Tears forming in his eyes, Gabriel shook his head “no” as best he could.

“Good.” And with that, Garrett began carving into his nephew’s skin.

Tears streaked down Gabriel’s face as pain flared on his legs and torso, but he kept quiet.

“Don’t make the same mistakes again,” Garrett warned. “Or I won’t be keeping up the act.” He stalked out of the room.

Gabriel slowly got up, wincing as his undamaged clothes rubbed against the freshly opened injuries.

The first aid kit in his bathroom wasn’t as well-stocked as he would’ve liked, but he made do with what he had. He then changed out of his now-bloody clothes. Not sure what to do with them, he left them in the bathtub. He’d figure it out later.

Unable to go back to sleep, Gabriel settled for going through various attacks Oliver had taught him. He was sore all over, but he pushed through it just like he always had.

The sun rose and he didn’t notice until he heard people up and walking around.

Gabriel took a deep breath and stepped out to greet his mom and uncle.

The first week was rough, but he somehow managed to get through it. Garrett was present much more often than he had been when it was just Gabriel living there. Thankfully, the man didn’t continue to live with them in the penthouse. He did, however, insist Gabriel resumed his training with Oliver. She put the boy through the ringer. Probably for having missed so much time after he moved out.

When Friday evening came and went, and Farida turned in for the night, Gabriel snuck out to go to the fight ring with Judd and Jim. He was still sore and tired, but he needed to let off some steam.

The door guy let the boy right in, recognizing him as one of the fighters. Gabriel sent a text to his friends. Judd responded, already there. Jim was on his way. That’s fine. Gabriel found Judd.

“Hey. Woah. You alright? You’re not looking so good…” the bigger boy commented.

Gabriel brushed it off. “Yeah. I just need something that’s the good kind of familiar tonight.”

Judd hesitated. “Okay. Hey, if you need to talk, you know we’re here, right?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Judd.” Gabriel went up and picked up a spot in the fights.

“Is that a good idea…?” Judd asked.

Just like Alex had. Gabriel was a bit tired of people asking him if his ideas were good. He was a bit tired in general. He ignored Judd.

Jim found them not too long before Gabriel’s fight.

“You’re sure about this? You just got shot like what…a week ago?” Jim asked.

“I’ve had worse. I’m fine,” Gabriel argued back.

“The hell do you mean you’ve had worse?” Jim was practically squeaking, trying to keep his voice low.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m only doing one fight anyway.”

“Okay, just…be careful.” He didn’t seem entirely convinced.

Gabriel heard his name called. He stepped up to the ring, staring down his opponent.

“Fight!” The announcer called, backing out.

Gabriel approached his opponent, and started the fight.

His opponent was small, but still bigger than him. The man ducked and dodged around Gabriel’s attacks. But he, like many others, didn’t know how to fight someone with two extra appendages. He took a bit longer than normal to size the boy up.

Usually, this would be to Gabriel’s benefit. But this time, his vision started going fuzzy. He shook his head to clear it, but it didn’t do much.

The man noticed, and took the opening, landing a hit to Gabriel’s stomach. Right on top of one of the gashes Garrett had given him at the start of the week.

Gabriel doubled over. A pair of fists came down in between his shoulder blades. Right on top of another freshly opened wound. This guy had very lucky placement. It knocked the boy to the ground. He only just managed to catch himself and roll out of the way before a kick knocked him out.

He pushed himself up, and caught a glimpse of his shirt. There were a couple fresh red spots. Not good.

The man confidently strode up, ready to keep going, but Gabriel was suddenly desprate to end the fight quickly. He swung, causing his opponent’s arms to fly up to defend his head, then feinted and kicked out, knocking the man to the ground. Another well-placed hit took the stunned man out.

The crowd cheered. Gabriel stood unsteadily. Everything was spinning. Wait…was it tilting? Muffled voices shouted something he didn’t quite catch, and he found himself being carried. Wait. When did that become a thing?

He was sore all over, but more so where his opponent had landed blows directly on top of the gashes.

Then, Gabriel blacked out.

When he woke up, he was in a hospital bed. He felt like crap.

From the feel of it, someone had redressed his injuries. Where he’d just put bandage pads, there was now actual gauze pad and medical tape.

Gabriel sat up slowly. He hissed at the sudden pain in his abdomen. Between the two injuries, it was still pretty sore. Something moved in his peripheral vision. He flinched away.

“Hey, it’s just me,” Alex soothed. “How do you feel?”

“I’ve had worse…” he answered quietly.

“Do you want me to ask for more painkillers or anything?”

“No. I’m fine.” He carefully relaxed against the bed.

“You don’t look it.”

He didn’t answer for a minute. “I’m…sorry I didn’t listen to you. You’re right. This was a bad idea.”

“It’s okay. I understand why you wanted to try. And you know we’re here for you if you need us. Just don’t strain yourself, okay?” Alex smiled softly.

Gabriel nodded.

“What do you want to do now? Do you want us to take you back?”

His hands clenched into fists. “…no. I…don’t think I can…”

Alex nodded. “Okay. Should we go get your mom?”

Gabriel nodded again.

“Alright. I’ll go let everyone know.”

“Everyone?”

“Jim and Judd left to get some breakfast. They’ve been here all night. Only left because I told them I’d keep an eye on you and call when you woke up.”

“Oh.” Gabriel was still tired. He laid back down on his side. Then remembered he would have to mentally prepare to tell his mom what had been going on while she was away. He curled in on himself. It stung a little, but he didn’t care. The whole situation was so messed up…

“Gabriel?” Alex said gently. “I’m going to step out and call Jim and Judd real quick, but I’ll be back in a minute, okay?”

He nodded.

“Get some rest. You’re safe here.”

“…thank you, Alex.”

She smiled and left the room.

Gabriel laid awake with his thoughts. They closed in on him like a pack of dogs, barking and biting and tearing. The room began to feel smaller and smaller, and his thoughts became louder. He curled up into a ball, ignoring the stinging of his wounds. His mind would quiet eventually. He just had to wait it out.

This time, he didn’t have to wait long.

A hand touched his arm, causing him to flinch. The hurricane in his brain quieted. He looked up.

Alex stood beside him, smiling softly. “Sorry. You seemed like you needed an interruption.”

He blinked. The light from the room’s window hit her in just a way…

He’d never considered describing anything, or anyone, as angelic before that moment.

“Thanks, Alex.” He allowed the tension to slowly start leaving his body. The bed was far more comfortable than it had been only minutes ago.

“‘Course.” Alex pulled her hand back.

Gabriel hesitated. “…why do you help me so much? I know it’s not easy.”

She sat back down in the chair she’d been occupying earlier, smiling. “You’re my friend. You may not make all the right decisions, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be there for you when you need someone.”

“…thanks, Alex.”

“‘Course!” Her smile was radiant. The room almost seemed brighter.

The door opened, and two people stepped in.

“Heeeeey, buddy. How’re you feeling?” Jim sounded like he was approaching a cornered animal. It was actually kind of hillarious.

Gabriel laughed. It hurt, but he couldn’t help it.

“…Little too much morphine?”

“He ain’t a rabid dog,” Judd was smiling in amusement.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t want to scare him. I felt like I kinda slammed the door open…” Jim flushed a little in embarassment.

“You’re fine,” Gabriel assured, still smiling. “I think I needed that.”

“Oh, hey we picked up some blueberry pancakes for ya while we were out. They’re a little warm.” Judd took out a to-go box from one of the nearby fast food places and put it on the table.

“Thanks. You didn’t have to.” Gabriel accepted the box, taking out one of the pancakes and taking a bite. After the week he’d had, it tasted a lot better than normal.

Judd shrugged. “Figured you’d be hungry. And I’ve heard hospital food ain’t great.”

“Thank you. And…thank you for getting me here. I know I’ve been stubborn lately. I’ll try to be more careful.” Gabriel’s wings shifted awkwardly.

“Don’t worry about it.” Judd grinned.

“We’re just glad you’re okay,” Jim assured. “But yeah, please be more careful.”

Alex perked up as if listening. “Your mom’s here. You want us to stay?”

Gabriel shook his head. “I’ll be alright. Thank you for staying as long as you did.”

“Sure thing.” Judd nodded, then turned to head out the door. He and Jim almost ran into Farida on their way out.

The woman paused. “Oh! Are you more of Gabriel’s friends?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m Judd. Nice to finally meet you.” He held out a hand, which Farida shook.

“Jim. Pleasure to meet you.” He shook her hand as well.

“We were just on our way out,” Alex said as she approached the door. “Gotta get homework done yet.”

“Don’t let me stop you. Thank you for taking care of Gabriel.” Farida smiled.

“Sure thing. We’ll leave ya be,” Judd answered. With that, the trio left.

“You’ve got some good friends.” Farida sat in the chair Alex had been occupying. “Now, can you please tell me what happened? They said you were pretty cut up…”

Gabriel’s stomach twisted into a knot. “I…” he sighed. “I need to be honest with you. I actually moved out of the penthouse a while ago. I’ve been living with Elaina and Seb.”

His mom blinked. “What? Why?”

“Garrett…he…he was nice for the first year, but…I-I don’t know what happened. My healing developed and he was suddenly a lot colder.”

“Oh, I think I know why…” the tone of voice was not promising. “I was going to tell you eventually, but your father had the same kind of ability. Only, the way he used it…I don’t know exactly what happened, but it wasn’t good. And he was going to use it on me. But when your uncle found out I was pregnant with you, he…killed your father. So he couldn’t hurt anyone else.”

Gabriel blinked. There was…a lot to unpack there. “You…knew? That this kind of thing could happen?”

“Not really. I didn’t know how bad it was. But…it’s not surprising.” She sighed. “I’m sorry I’ve been making you stay there this last week. I didn’t realize it was bad…”

He suddenly didn’t feel guilty about needing to have the conversation anymore. “Bad? Mom it’s not just him ignoring me. They said I’m cut up? He did that the first night we were back.”

Farida looked away, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Did you know he runs the city? He’s the head of the underground. He’s had me doing some of his dirty work for years. And if I don’t meet his standards in something, this is what happens. I…” he froze, reeling it in again. He couldn’t go off. It wasn’t her fault. “I’m sorry, mom. I know it’s not your fault. I just…even just this week…pretending everything was fine the whole time…I didn’t want to just dump everything on you like that…”

Farida was quiet a moment. “I’m so sorry…I knew it was possible you could develop your father’s ability. I just didn’t know…or I guess…I didn’t want to believe that your uncle would react that way.” She shook her head. “I didn’t have anyone else I felt I could trust with you. But all these years…I’m glad I have such a strong son.” She smiled softly.

Gabriel couldn’t help it. A knot rose in his throat and his eyes watered. “I’m glad you’re back, mom.”

Farida gently pulled him into a hug. He buried his face in her shoulder, clinging to her shirt.

“Do you think Elaina has room for one more?” she asked.

“Doesn’t hurt to ask.”

#oc stuff #whump #whumpee #whump community #whump writing #i may be too mean to him

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fungifanart · 2 years

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Let’s dance, boys!

Characters: Childe/Tartaglia, male reader, umbra witch!reader, harbinger!reader

Tw: Nudity (non-sexual), violence

Word count: 1.1K

Notes: Yes, this is extremely self-indulgent. Yes, I am aware that the term “Male umbra witch” is an oxymoron. Let me have this.

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Childe has seen you around his hometown numerous times, but doesn’t really have a noteworthy opinion of you.

The fact that you always wear baggy, casual clothes plus large, thick glasses, rarely talk and are never seen without a book in your hands evokes only one word from his mind:

Boring.

So one can imagine his genuine shock when he arrives for the initiation of a new harbinger and sees none other than you being sworn in by The Tsaritsa, looking as boring as ever.

Soon his shock and disbelief give way to intense curiosity.

Becoming a harbinger for the fatui requires one to be incredibly skilled in combat, meaning that this seemingly normal and boring person must be hiding something extraordinary behind that dull expression!

This train of thought causes his excitement to skyrocket with each passing second.

He has to see you fight.

He has to fight you.

Right now.

…or not.

He searched everywhere for you after the initiation, but you’d completely disappeared.

Childe decides to ask around about you and it turns out that you’d been immediately sent out on a mission once the ceremony was finished.

‘Damn’ He thinks to himself ‘Well, if I can’t see him fight, I might as well see if anyone else has.’ He reasons.

So he looks around until his eyes land on the 8th harbinger, who was the one who recommended you to the Tsaritsa in the first place, he remembers.

‘That must mean he’s seen him fight!’ Childe realizes, which immediately sends him striding towards the Balladeer. However, his line of questioning immediately gets shut down.

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The Balladeer replies curtly while turning his head away to hide the fact that he’s…blushing? Did something embarrassing happen while he saw you fight?

‘Well now I HAVE to see this for myself.’ Childe thinks to himself before embarking on another line of inquiry that eventually nets him info on where you’d be going for your first mission.

“Apparently, a group of hilichurls and treasure hoarders have been colluding in order to stage some sort of attack on a nearby town and set up camp in secret so they could get the drop on them. Luckily, The Tsaritsa caught wind of this and sent y/n to go take care of it before anything can happen.” An agent says before giving Childe the exact location.

Childe rushes to the town in question in the hopes of getting to see the whole fight and, luckily enough, manages to find the camp just as you begin the assault.

He waits with baited breath to see how you’d deal with numerous hilichurls and treasure hoarders rushing at you, but now he feels…disappointed? Your attacks hit hard, but your fighting style isn’t anything special, not to mention how your form is sloppy at best and you’re still wearing the same baggy clothing that you always wear, as if that’ll protect you from all the sharp weapons you’re faced with.

Childe practically sneers at the mediocre display unfolding in front of him and is about to leave when something happens that catches him completely off-guard.

Several hilichurls and treasure hoarders gang up on you at once and attempt to take stabs at you, which barely connect, slicing numerous holes into your clothes, ‘Tch. That’s what he gets for not defending himself more adequately.’ Childe thinks, but rather than falling back to regain the advantage, you instead grab at your torn-up clothes and throw them off your body, leaving you completely naked before beams of light shine on you at just the right angle so the shadows obscure your genitals (It’s not like Childe was looking there or anything anyway) and your hair extends down your body like vines and laces together to create a very tight-fitting body suit and— wow, that thing really doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

This whole event took place over the span of mere moments and yet to Childe, it felt like hours. He feels like he has to physically pick up his jaw off the ground after witnessing such a transformation, but he soon realizes that this is just the beginning as you open your mouth to speak.

“I’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but some of you just can’t seem to wait your turn, can you?” You say with an amount of confidence that Childe hadn’t imagined could come from someone like you, “But it’s fine. The night’s still young, after all.” Your hands and feet begin to radiate with dendro energy as you take a fighting stance, “Let’s dance, boys!” You conclude as you rush forward to begin the assault in earnest.

Childe’s attention soon becomes solely focused on your form as you race around the battlefield at a speed that his eyes can barely keep up with, watching you punch, kick, and fire blasts and waves of pure dendro energy at your enemies, all the while making it seem like a very graceful dance and not a complete slaughter.

You continue to thin out their numbers as Childe watches, completely slack-jawed at your technique. Every time an enemy swings at you, you dodge by back-flipping away at the last second and suddenly become a blur as you rain a torrent of blows on your opponent, reducing them to the ground in an instant.

Their ranks dwindle until the only threat that remains is an enraged Frostarm Lawachurl that recklessly charges directly at you, giving you ample time to dodge while leaving a trap that binds the Lawachurl’s feet in place. And just as Childe thought he’s seen everything, you use your enemy struggling to free itself as an opportunity to strike a pose and call out in a reverberating voice, “Ol unig cnila!” Which Childe barely has time to ponder the meaning of before your hair suit retracts from your body and weaves into what looks like a magic circle on the ground that summons the head of a gigantic beast made entirely of roots and vines, which snatches up the Lawachurl and munches ruthlessly on it before swallowing it whole and retreating back into the magic circle.

The battle ends with your hair weaving and lacing itself back around your body as the magic circle closes and you turn to face Childe as he stands there, completely at a loss for words. You both stand there in silence for what feels like an eternity before Childe’s breath hitches as you close the distance while saying, “You just couldn’t resist the thought of seeing a good fight, could you? It’s alright. I’ve always liked that about you anyway.” You conclude while giving Childe a light pat on the cheek as you walk away with your tattered clothes in hand.

Childe continues to stand there in awe, taking in the aftermath of the sheer carnage that you caused and struggling to process everything that he saw.

“Holy fuck.” He finally says breathlessly, “I think I’m in love.”

#Genshin impact #genshin childe #Genshin x reader #Genshin x male reader #Childe x reader #Childe x male reader #Bayonetta #why is this mushroom writing fanfics?#You can pretend that this doesn’t exist #This one’s been stewing in my head for a while so I needed to get it out

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theneondemonx · 3 years

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HOUDINI | JJK

One Shot

▽ summary: jungkook was your first and only. When he got arrested, you felt like an idiot for always believing his every word and after a few years you decided to date again. But the word somehow got to his ears in jail and he couldn’t let you be anyone else’s but his.

▽ genre: porn with some plot, criminal au, established relationship

▽ pairings: escaped convict!jk x fem!reader

▽ words: 3464

▽ warnings: mention of abusive relationship, mention of alcohol abuse, mention of underage sex, criminal activities, implied murder, possessive behavior, mention of female masturbation, spanking, fingering, female ejaculation, overstimulation, oral sex (m receiving, deep throating), unprotected sex, lots of cum, dirty talk

( ➜ Drabble 1: first meeting ) [⏵playlist]

He hit me and it felt like a kiss He hit me and I knew he loved me If he didn't care for me I could have never made him mad But he hit me and I was glad

You were still very young when you learned that love was nothing like the cheesy romances you’d see on the big screen. Well, you didn’t actually have the money to go to the movies, but sometimes you found the way to sneak in and watch whatever was there to watch. You had a fascination for those stories, for those dancing images on the screen. They were made of pure light. Literally. While everyone was caught in the enchantment of the movie, you were the one to look behind your back and follow the light beam up until its source, looking straight at the small window from which the projector created the whole illusion of life before your eyes.

Most people want to escape from reality. They want to feel like their life has meaning, like it is just one plot twist away from being interesting. I didn’t. Maybe I should have, since mine was pretty shit. But I guess this was the whole reason why I was looking for the disenchantment. It’s like watching a magician. I’ve always been the type to be more observant, to look for the trick. Cause if there wasn’t any, then it would have meant that mine was the only pointless existence.

No one in your block had a penny to their names. Everyone dreamed of going away, of starting a new life and do something meaningful. But you knew that most of them would never make it. They were trapped.

We think of the key, each in his prison. Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

Those weren’t your words. They were Jungkook’s. Well, not his own words, actually. He had read them somewhere. He was the type to read, although he didn’t look like it at all. And you know how people who read are: they are good with words. They can shape reality with just a flick of their tongue. And damn if he got a way with words! That’s why you fell for him.

It wasn’t just the fact that he got the looks of an angel. He also talked like one. He could talk his way in and out of everything and you were pretty sure he could lie his way into heaven if he wanted to. He was an exceptional liar, a pathological one too. But you loved him anyway.

You believed him when he told you that he was going to turn your life upside down. Why wouldn’t you? He had already done it more times than you could count. He had done it since the day you first met in that dark movie theatre. You had always believed him and everything he said. He was the only man you ever loved, the first and the last you had sex with, and eventually the one you married.

He reminded you of your father. They had the same dangerous charm. Their eyes gleamed with the same light: that of a man who was willing to con the whole world and make it his own. Your father didn’t make it, though. He became a drunk mess and ended up in prison for attempted murder.

Only a pathetic fuck goes to jail for attempted murder. Either you go down for murder, or you don’t go down at all. That’s how much of a failure he was.

But you didn’t care about him. He used to beat your mother whenever he felt like it. Jungkook, on the other hand, never did that.

So, when he told you those words – “the less you know, the better” – you didn’t question him. You just believed him. And when he came home with a bag full of money and his hands covered in blood, you still didn’t question him. You just did as he asked and bent over the kitchen table to let him fuck you senseless.

You really didn’t care about what he did. Everyone in your block was somehow entangled with criminal activities. That’s just how it is when you can’t afford an honest life. What if he robbed a bank? What if he killed someone to get that money? So what? You’d love him anyway. You’d love him no matter what.

You still loved him when you heard the sirens wailing through the block and stop outside your shared house. You didn’t care about the fact that he just ripped your marriage into pieces. You always knew he was an Icarus.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be home for dinner.” He told you with a cocky smirk, while being pushed inside the police car.

And again, you believed him.

He was the only magician who ever managed to deceive you into thinking that his was actual magic and not just a trick. But when the jury found him guilty of aggravated robbery and murder, you felt like the lights had gone off and the curtain closed on his magic show. It was over. And now you were left standing in a sad empty circus, with just the distant music of the carousel to remind you of the fact that it was all a rouse. A convincing one for sure, but still a rouse.

When you saw him being taken away from the trial, you thought about those words he told you years before.

We think of the key, each in his prison. Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

And you smiled to yourself. Somehow, even though your whole life had just gone to pieces, you found them ironic. Who would have thought, back then, that he would end up in an actual prison? Not you for sure.

The years had passed and although you never really moved on from Jungkook, you decided it was time for you to build a life for yourself. You were still young and pretty, so it wasn’t hard for you to fool some stupid rich boy from the city. Kim Seokjin was no Jeon Jungkook, but he had money and a steady job – one that could actually pay for rent, food and vices without raising any question from the authorities.

He didn’t know you were broke as fuck, and you did your best to hide it with the means you had and the cunning that your lowlife background had teach you. You would buy fancy dresses and hide the tag when you wore them, so that you could return them the day after. You would also tell Seokjin to come pick you up at work in Gangnam. You never worked there, of course, but he was dumb enough to believe you. It didn’t really matter: you planned on sleeping with him soon enough and let him knock you up. Men always get way too excited when you tell them that they can fuck you without putting on a condom.

What you didn’t plan, however, was to find yourself with a tattooed hand covering your mouth when one night you came back home from a date with Seokjin. At first you tried to scream and free yourself from the strong grip of the mysterious man that somehow got into your house, but you froze as soon as he spoke.

“Shh be quiet, baby. You want to be the one to rat me out?”

You’d recognize that voice among millions. It was Jungkook.

How did he get out? His sentence is not over yet. He still has to serve twenty more years.

You thought that by being quiet and staying still, he would loosen the grip on you, but he didn’t.

“Fancy dress you got here, honey.” He hissed, pressing his lips against your ear and making you shiver from his touch. His hand trailed along the side of your body, caressing the expensive fabric of the white dress.

“Was your new boyfriend, the one who bought it for you?”

Your eyes widened at that question and you again tried to free yourself without success.

“Yeah.. I know. I was surprised too when Yoongi came to visit me and told me you were seeing some fancy city boy with his head up his tuxedo-covered ass.”

You knew that no matter how soft his voice could sound, he was mad. He was always calm when he was really mad.. until he wasn’t calm anymore.

“I told him: no, Yoongi, there’s no way that’s true. My sweet Y/N would never do something like that. She is a faithful wife, not some dirty whore who’s ready to sell her cunt to the first Richie Rich who comes around.”

He chuckled darkly.

“But he brought me the photos. So I guess I was wrong.”

He abruptly turned you around, pushing your back against the wall. It was then, that you saw him. His hair got longer and he somehow got some tattoos on his right arm. His dark eyes were gleaming in the dark with a mischievous light that you had never seen on him – not when he was looking at you, at least.

His fingers tightened around your jaw, forcing you to look at him straight in the eyes.

“Did you let him touch you?”

“N-no.” You muttered, with your heartbeat racing fast and your eyes wide open like those of an innocent doe who was just caught by a cold-blooded hunter.

He pressed his body on yours, breathing heavily against your lips without breaking eye contact.

“If you are lying to me.. I’ll know, Y/N.” He hissed. And you knew that those words were a clear warning.

“I expect your cunt to be tighter than it was when I left. If it isn’t..” he chuckled, slightly tilting his head to the side and licking his lips while caressing gently your reddened cheek. “..well, I guess I’ll stretch your holes so wide that there won’t be any doubt about whose little whore you are.”

He didn’t give you any time to breathe, let alone answer. He pressed his lips on yours with such passion that he sucked the air out of your lungs. And you melted.

You still loved him, after all. You still craved for his touch, which you missed every single night that you’ve spent in your empty bed. Every time you touched yourself, you always closed your eyes and think of him: his hands, his lips, his toned body, his cock, his breath, his smell.. everything. No man could turn you on like he did.

You could tell he had changed. He got more violent, more possessive. But for some reason, that didn’t bother you. Somehow, in a fucked up way, you enjoyed it. It was like you just had the proof that he truly loved you. That you were sill his.

You run your fingers through his hair, tightening your grip while kissing him deeply. A muffled sigh escaped from your lips when his tongue entered your mouth, exploring every corner of it like that was the last kiss he was ever gonna give you.

“Touch me.” You murmured, like it was a prayer sent straight to God.

The first one that was actually answered, since Jungkook’s hands quickly slipped under your dress while you kicked off your shoes. He turned you around again, face against the wall, and removed your underwear.

You gasped at his touch on your wet entrance, arching your back so that he could see your pussy in its full glory.

“Fuck, I missed you so much.” He murmured, starting to run his palm on your pussy.

You moaned, grinding against his hand in search of his touch while he steadied your hips with the strong grip of his free hand.

“Already purring like a kitten, baby?”

Another moan escaped from your lips, this time loudly, when he inserted his middle finger in your throbbing core, feeling it clench around his touch.

“Such a good girl. You didn’t lie to me.” He commented in a hiss, inserting another finger to test your tightness and starting to pump his digits on your most sensitive spot.

“So tight. Will you be able to take my cock, baby?”

“Y-yes. Yes I will.” You answered in between your heavy breaths and moans, chasing the pleasure that his movements gave you.

You suddenly let out a sharp cry when you felt his hand slapping your ass cheek without notice. But the lingering pain had the only effect of heightening the pleasure and getting you even more wet.

Hu chuckled, spanking you one more time.

“Fuck! Jungkook!”

He had always loved it when you said his name during sex, and he still did apparently, since he started pumping his digits harder inside you. The lewd sounds of your pussy soon filled the silence of the night.

When his other hand reached your clit and started drawing quick circles around it, your legs started shivering and your eyes rolled back from the pleasure. If it wasn’t for the wall, you’d probably fall on your knees when the orgasm hit you. You moaned so loud that you almost sounded like a dying animal.

“That’s it baby. Cum for me.”

His words only made it worse and you couldn’t help but feel like a fire ball hit you right in the belly. Your walls clenched around his pumping digits and soon your climax reached an unprecedented high, making you ejaculate on his hand while waves of pleasure went through your body like an electric shock.

“Oh my God!” Was is reaction to the mess you just made.

He let out a satisfied laugh, retracting his fingers from your overstimulated core just to smear your arousal on your own lips.

“Open your mouth, baby. I want you to taste yourself – the way I make you feel.”

You obeyed, and even if you were still panting and barely able to function, you took his fingers in you mouth, rotating your tongue around them and sucking every drop of your own arousal before letting them out with a pop.

“Good girl.” He praised you softly, caressing your hair. “Now get on your knees for me.”

Again, you obeyed without hesitation while he unzipped his pants and pumped himself a few times in front of your face.

You looked up at him, licking your lips. You could still taste your slick on them, but you wanted something different. You wanted his taste. And you were so eager to get it, that you didn’t waste any time.

You soon wrapped your mouth around his hard cock, sucking it like it was your last meal. But letting you have it your way was not Jungkook’s plan. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, tying them up in a ponytail that was only held by his own hand, and started thrusting inside your mouth until tears were gathering at the corner of your eyes.

A deep growl escaped from his lips at the sight of your mouth stuffed with his cock and your messed up make up smeared all over your face.

“My little whore. Always so good for me.” He said through his panting, face fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

And probably there wasn’t gonna be one. For all you knew, the police could come at any moment and take him back to his cell – this time, forever. But, if anything, the thrill just added something extra to the whole situation, making it even more exciting.

The rhythm of his deep thrusts against your throat soon made you gag. And that was it. That was what he wanted, what he was looking for.

“Oh shit! Fuck, I’m coming, baby.”

His cum shot straight down your throat, filling you with his warm liquid. You loved his taste. You always had since the first time he sucked his cock. You were only fifteen back then, and you had no idea how to do it. But he was older than you and he guided your every movement, teaching you what he liked and what he wanted. You thought you’d spit him out, but you always swallowed. You liked it. You liked the taste of his orgasm and you liked to know that you were the one to make him cum like that.

“Take off your dress and bra.”

Your jaw was still feeling numb and your legs weak when he ordered you to undress, but you still obeyed, in a daze.

“Now bend over the couch.”

Again, you didn’t raise any question. You just crawled towards the couch and rested your chest on the pillows, closing your eyes while you tried to catch your breath. You could feel your heart beating strong, muffled by the padded fabric of the couch. The only other sound was that of his steps, getting closer and closer to you until he dropped heavily on his knees, resting his large hands on your ass cheeks and parting them.

He let out a pleased moan and you could feel his gaze devouring the most intimate part of your body. You didn’t even need to look or feel him to know that he was getting hard again. And you felt proud. You arched your back and spread your legs a big wider, offering him the whole show. You loved to know that he wanted you so bad. Just the thought of his desire aroused you more than anything else.

He chuckled, spanking you again and making you gasp at the sharp feel of his palm against your sensitive skin.

“God, you’ve always loved being a slut for me. Am I right?”

You thought the question was rhetoric, so you didn’t respond. But when he gave you another spank and bent over you, pulling your hair to get your ear closer to his lips, you knew he wanted to hear your voice.

“Answer me. Whose little slut are you?”

“Y-yours, Jungkook. I’m your little slut.”

He chuckled darkly, letting go of your hair while caressing your reddened ass cheek and pressing his lips on your ear.

“Good girl.” He praised you, slowly starting to align the tip of his cock with your wet entrance.

You whimpered at the feel, arching your back even more to look for more friction. Seeing you like that, so eager to have him inside of you, was all it took for him to sink deep inside your core, filling you with all his length and stretching your walls.

“Fuck! You got so tight, baby.”

You did. While he was away, you didn’t have sex with anybody and you only started thinking about that when you met Seokjin. Not because you really wanted to, but because you felt like it was a necessary step to get what you wanted. Sure, Jin was handsome, but he was no Jungkook. Your husband, your first love, your first everything – he was the only one who could make you wet just by staring at you. He had that power – the power to make your head spin like you had too many drinks.

Jungkook hold your hips in place and started pounding you hard, making you moan at every thrust until you were just a hot wet mess at his mercy.

“Jungkook..” That was all you could say, breathless, while feeling your walls clench around his cock like they were holding to dear life.

He went balls deep inside of you, fucking you for all the times he didn’t in the past three years. It was intoxicating, and you knew you could never get enough of that feeling – of him.

“Jungkook.. cum inside me, please.” You whimpered, pleading him with a mere whisper when you felt his thrusts getting sloppier and more imprecise. Your orgasm was close too, but you wanted to make sure he didn’t pull out. You wanted to feel every drop of him.

“Y/N.. fuck!” Was all he said while he sank deep inside your core, filling you up with his cum and pumping it in to get you closer to your climax.

You came with his name on your lips and the lewd sounds of your sex filling your ears like the sweetest music you’d ever heard. Your hands grabbed the fabric of the couch and you could feel your saliva dripping down the side of your lips, parted by the intense sensation of your orgasm.

He dropped with his chest pressing on your back. You could feel his heavy breath against your skin and his heartbeat trying to get a calmer pace while the high of the climax was slowly fading away.

“We are leaving tonight, baby.” He whispered in your ear after a few moments of silence. “I’m not going back to jail. I’m not gonna let them tear us apart again.”

And again, even after everything that had happened, you believed him.

I guess this is my prison. You are. But I don’t want to escape.

“I love you, Jungkook.”

“I love you too, baby.”

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jk #jjk #jeon jungkook #jungkook oneshot #jungkook criminal au #smut #bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts criminal au #fanfic #oneshot #bts oneshot #bts x reader #criminal au

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jikookiekosmos · 3 years

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Use My Best Colors For Your Portrait || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, boyfriend!jungkook/reader, artist!jungkook

➥Summary: After surprising Jungkook with his own studio room for his paintings, he couldn’t be any more over the moon. All’s well and good until he’s struggling to find inspiration...which you happily provide him with. He’s ecstatic to find his muse in you, and painting your portrait brings him so much joy. Things take a turn however, when he suddenly realizes what else he wants to paint.

➥Genre: established relationship, tiny bit of angst if you squint, fluff, smut

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: ~7.9k (small drabbles don’t exist for me apparently, oops)

➥Content warnings: most of this at the beginning is just cute fluff domestic times (finally not much angst!), blonde jungkook, jk ties his hair up at some point (my weakness), jk puts paints on the reader, making out, slight hair pulling, cursing, shower sex times, jungkook has a big dick, oral (m. receiving), very slight mouth fucking, dirty talk, fingering (very brief), unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex), biting, cumming inside, cute times in the shower, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts, also jk saying ‘only for you’ is a thing i started and can’t stop now oops

A/N: hello! This is part of my Only for You (OFY) Drabble series, but it can be read as a stand-alone! Their relationship will make a lot more sense though if you’ve read OFY beforehand. This fic takes place roughly around six months after the events of OFY (so in between that and the dream drabble I also posted).

Once again, thank you to @dntaewithluv for her endless support and always giving me feedback, I forever appreciate you and your friendship is more than I could ever ask for 💜

I’ve written a few other drabbles and will list them below, along with a general timeline:

When I Dream of You - ~1 year after OFY

Stay With Me - a few months after the dream drabble

Also, I hope that if you read this, you enjoy it~

➥OFY Spotify Playlist (songs I listened to for inspo)

➥Series Masterlist

➥All Works Masterlist

taglist: @inlovewiththemoonn

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You would do absolutely anything in the world for Jeon Jungkook.

Seeing him happy had to be at the top of your list of favorite things in the world, as it had been for many years as his best friend, and now in the several months since the two of you started dating. Some things just never changed, you guessed.

Which is why you took it upon yourself to change one of the spare rooms in the house you two were renting into a space where he could thrive as the artist he was. Initially, the two of you thought it would be nice to use that space as a work area for you, since your job required you to sometimes do work from home. And for a little while, that’s exactly what you did.

But ever since you found out Jungkook liked to paint – scratch that, he loved to paint, and had been doing so for longer than you thought – the gears started turning in your head.

The current space he was using to create his art was definitely less than ideal. The house had a decent sized garage area, so there was enough room for him to store his supplies and be able to paint without it being too much of an issue. The downside, though, was it was cramped and even though Jungkook said he didn’t mind it, you still couldn’t help the frown from masking your features whenever you saw him huddled up so close to his easel.

For the last few weeks, and with lots of help from internet searches, you’d been slowly converting your space into something like a studio. You didn’t have to worry about Jungkook finding out, either, since he very rarely went into that room seeing as he had no reason to. He respected your privacy the same as you respected his, so this made everything infinitely easier for you in the long run.

The day had finally arrived where you would show the new space to Jungkook. Everything was set up as perfect as you could manage it – at least you hoped so – and you were dying of excitement to show him as soon as possible.

You were also, however, incredibly nervous at the same time. What if he didn’t like it? Even worse, what if he hated it?

Of course, you knew deep down that there was no way Jungkook could hate anything you ever did, unless it was something horrible, but you worried about everything because that’s just how you were. So, when the two of you were sitting at the dinner table one night, you tried hard to swallow the lump in your throat as you listened to Jungkook talk about his newest work.

“I really think you’re gonna like how this one turns out, angel.” Jungkook was offering you a sweet smile as he went to grab another bite of food from his plate. You managed to smile back, despite the hammering of your heart against your chest. He was basically handing you the perfect opening for you to segue the conversation!

“I know I’ll love it, Koo.” You watched as his small smile turned into a full grin, his nose scrunching up in that adorable way that had you falling in love with him all over again every time you saw it.

“Speaking of your paintings,” you started off, clearing your throat while he swallowed down his food. He looked at you with his undivided attention and it made your heart skip a beat.

Ok let’s be real, every damn thing this man did made your heart skip a beat.

“Yeah? What about them?” He twirled more of the noodles around his fork while he waited on your answer.

You gulped. “Wouldn’t you like it if you had more space?”

Jungkook chuckled and placed his fork down, shaking his head as he placed on hand on top of yours that was still resting by your plate. You’d barely touched your food and he noticed.

“Baby,” he started, “as much as I would love to have a bigger space, what I have now is just fine. I know you think it’s stifling my creativity in there, but I’m still creating things and am comfortable.” He squeezed you hand gently before returning to his food.

“I get that you think the garage is fine but what if I told you that- that you could have a bigger workspace.” You finally picked up your fork and were poking around at your own food now, avoiding his gaze. You could feel his stare boring into you regardless, though.

“I mean – yeah, hypothetically I could have more space, but it’s not in the cards for us right now and that’s ok, too. Maybe one day.”

The way he always was optimistic about your future together made you feel warm all over. Jungkook liked to look on the bright side of every situation, and it’s been enough to help you keep your own wits about yourself numerous times now.

But this time you wanted to show him that the future could be closer than he realized.

“Koo, can you come with me real quick? I have something I want to show you.”

You didn’t miss the confused look that flashed across his face for a second before his calm demeanor took over again.

“Of course.” He hopped up from the table, that smile you adored now plastered on his face. “Lead the way.”

“Ok but I also need you to close your eyes.” You reached out to take his hand and were rewarded with an eyebrow raise.

He hummed thoughtfully but did as you asked, closing his eyes and grasping your hand tighter so you could lead him wherever you planned to.

You walked through the house pulling him behind you, feeling your heartbeat quicken with every step to where its pace was almost concerning. Whether or not it was mostly from excitement or nervousness, you weren’t sure.

You finally reached your destination and let go of his hand so you could open the door.

“Keep your eyes closed, ok,” you asked. Jungkook simply nodded and you saw a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He had no idea what you were about to show him, but knowing you and how much he loved pretty much anything you did, he was sure it’d probably make him happy.

And he couldn’t have been more correct in his assumption.

At the quiet sound of you telling him he could open his eyes he did so, slowly at first, blinking to adjust to the light the now flooded over the both of you. It took him several seconds to register exactly what he was seeing, and when he did he couldn’t speak. All he could do was stare around the room, mouth agape.

Decorating the walls were the paintings he had given you, beautiful works of various sizes and themes. Alongside the far wall was a tall shelf that housed all his supplies (how had you managed to get them past him without him noticing?), and even some new things like paints he’d been eyeing for a while and other tools he hadn’t had a chance to get himself yet.

But in the middle of the room stood his easel and chair, set up in the similar fashion as it had been in the garage. His apron was draped across the back of the chair, and there was even tarp laid out underneath the workspace. You research had paid off because everything was set up in such a way that it created the perfect atmosphere for Jungkook’s creativity to shine through in ways it hadn’t been able to before.

You weren’t aware of this yet, however, because you were still watching Jungkook’s reaction. He still hadn’t said anything, and as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, you started to wonder if this was the right call-

Strong arms were pulling you up from the ground and spinning you around before you could process it, making you squeal with delight as Jungkook twirled you before bringing you back down to pepper kisses all over you face.

“Angel, I can’t believe this, you did all this for me?” He was still holding onto your hips tightly, beaming as he looked down at you. Your nod and giggle was all the confirmation he needed before he pulled you into another kiss, this one slightly more heated than the ones before.

“Do you like it,” you questioned when the both of you pulled away to breathe. Jungkook laughed before taking your face in his hands and brushing his nose along yours.

“Do I like it? Baby, I love it. It’s perfect! Thank you so much.” Another kiss. “I love it and I love you, I love you so fucking much.”

His happiness made your heart soar and you definitely knew that you’d do something like this an infinite amount of times if it meant he’d keep that smile on his face.

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A few weeks passed by and Jungkook had been using his new studio nearly everyday at this point. His creations had been increasing in numbers and he was starting to receive commissions from others thanks to his small online shop he’d set up with your help. He still worked at the bar as his primary job, but he was also grateful to have a hobby on the side that could potentially yield something lucrative.

Of course, Jungkook’s increase in his time spent on his art still didn’t take away from his time with you. If anything, it gave the both of you another way to spend time together, since now there was enough space for you to sit in and observe him paint when you couldn’t before. You often sat quietly and either did some of your own work or engaged in your own hobbies while he painted, and it was always peaceful.

There came a day, though, that you never thought you’d experience: Jungkook had run out of inspiration. He’d hit his first real artist’s block and it was taking a bigger toll on him than he would’ve liked.

You rubbed his shoulders as he sat in front of his easel one night, groaning in frustration about his current work. “It’s not turning out at all like I want it to. I’ve been struggling with finding new inspiration and it clearly shows in whatever this is.” He vaguely gestured to the canvas, prompting you to place a kiss on his cheek as you ran your hand through his pretty blonde hair. You knew that always helped to calm him down and this case was no exception.

Jungkook sighed heavily, turning to place a kiss on your palm that was still lingering around his face. “Sorry, I don’t mean to get worked up. It just sucks, you know? I’d been on this really good streak of creating things and now I just…can’t. It’s weird and I don’t like it.” He pouted slightly and the sight made you giggle.

“I know, baby, but you’ll figure something out. You always do.” You placed a kiss on top of his head before you walked around to sit on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and one of his hands cradled your waist to steady you.

He was humming thoughtfully as he looked you up and down, your hands now playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“What are you thinking about?”

He smiled slyly. “You.”

You rolled you eyes before returning the smile. “Ok, what about me? I’m curious.”

His hand was rubbing up and down your side. “Nothing in particular, just usually looking at you can help me with inspiration.”

His confession made you gasp. “Really?”

He nodded and smiled wider. “Really. You inspire me a lot.” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips before sighing again. “This time though it’s not really working like I’d hoped.”

You watched his eyes close and his brows furrow before an idea popped into your head. “Hey,” you reached down to tilt his chin up so he’d look at you, “It might be a long shot, but: have you ever considered painting portraits?”

He pursed his lips as he thought about it. The simple act made you want to kiss him but now wasn’t the time.

“Honestly…no. I’ve never thought about it before because I usually prefer to paint scenery.”

You searched his eyes as you asked your next question. “Well, if you want to try, maybe you could paint me? Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, maybe it can help spark a new idea or something?”

You watched as his eyes slowly lit up at your suggestion, his face morphing into a smile that you mirrored.

“That’s a great idea! It’s something new and it also includes you, so I already love it.” You chuckled in his lap as he hugged you closer, placing a small kiss on your neck. “Thank you.”

You ran your hands through his hair again before leaning back. “Anything for you. Do you want to start now?”

He thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, we can do that. Is there, uh – was there something specific you wanted to wear for it?”

You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. “Are you suggesting you want to paint a nude portrait?”

Even though Jungkook knew your body better than you did at this point, your words still managed to make him blush as he groaned. “No, I wasn’t thinking that- not that I’d mind of course just you know, whatever makes you comfortable-”

You laughed at his flustered nature before hopping off his lap. “You’re so cute. I’ll go find something to change into, it shouldn’t take long.”

“R-right,” he stuttered, still clearly somewhat affected by what you had said. You shook your head with amusement as you went to your bedroom to find something to wear. You settled for a purple dress that you knew Jungkook loved, and considering a lot of his paintings involved shades of purple and blue, you figured it would be perfect.

You knew you made the right choice when you stepped back into the room and saw Jungkook’s face when his eyes fell on you. He looked like he’d never seen someone so beautiful (he looked at you like that a lot and it always did something to you) and your lips curled upwards into a smile before you could realize it.

You stopped in the doorway and twirled, giving him a full view of the dress. “Is this ok?”

You already knew the answer, but it was always nice to hear him say it.

He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it’s perfect. You can, uh, you can take a seat whenever you’re ready.”

While you were changing, Jungkook had pulled one of the loveseats from the living room into the space so you’d have somewhere to sit or lay while he painted you. The loveseat was a dark blue color and it contrasted beautifully against the color of your dress. You decided to lay on it in a comfortable pose, and you couldn’t help the small giggle you let out at Jungkook’s reaction to your choice.

You had laid an arm behind your head, turning your face so you were looking at him while the rest of your body was sprawled out on the loveseat. One of your legs dangled over the side, making the skirt of your dress hike up somewhat. You were very comfortable, and Jungkook was very happy with your pose.

“Make it pretty, ok,” you joked with him. He smirked at your comment.

“You know I will. I’ll use my best colors, just for you.”

“Wow, I feel special,” you quipped back. You were rewarded with the sound of his beautiful laughter as it echoed off the walls.

“You’re the most special,” he admitted honestly. You gave him a brilliant smile and he felt his heart stutter.

With the way you were looking at him, Jungkook thought that if he didn’t start painting, he may never start. So, he forced himself to tear his eyes away from you so he could find the paints he needed to get started. He tied up his hair, a few of the blonde strands escaped and framed his face but he didn’t seem to mind it too much as he got to work.

Thankfully, since you’d chosen a good position, the process was easier than you thought it would be. You just had to lie there and watch him work, which you happily did. You enjoyed watching his face scrunch up in concentration before relaxing again as he brushed stroke after stroke onto the canvas.

You were so beyond proud of him that it made your heart swell inside your chest.

Jungkook had been painting for a little over half an hour before he announced it was time to take a break. He could paint for hours on end without stopping, but that was when he didn’t have a live subject he was working with. He walked over to you with a bottle of water so you could sip from it without having to disturb your position too much.

You sat up slightly so you could drink, and while you did so, one of your dress straps started falling down your arm. Jungkook immediately went to move it back into place, but as he did, he couldn’t help but stare at the dark contrast of the purple satin against your skin. He thought it was so pretty, and his mind started wandering to how the paint itself might look-

He shook his head to rid himself of the thought. He may have been covered in paint himself, but that didn’t mean he needed to go putting paint on you.

When you were re-situated on the loveseat once more, Jungkook strolled back over to this easel. Unfortunately, since that thought of you covered in paint first took up residence inside his head, he now found it hard to focus on anything else. While he stared at you to try and resume your portrait, he just kept picturing you with painted streaks covering your skin instead.

You must have noticed he was distracted because soon you were calling over to him. “Kook? Is something wrong?”

He gulped and shook his head. “No, nothing’s wrong! You’re doing great, baby.”

“Do you need me some other way?”

Such a simple statement and yet it was stirring something inside of him. Asking him if he needed you a certain way ignited that desire to once again paint you and he found himself unable to hold back from asking anymore.

“Yeah, I uh, I wanted to try something.” You were confused when he got up and started walking toward you, only carrying his paint supplies. At first you thought maybe he just wanted to get closer, but he didn’t bring the easel with him.

“What are you wanting to try,” your voice was laced with curiosity. He gave you a shy smile.

“I was just thinking about how pretty it would be,” he looked down at the floor then back up at your face before he continued, “if I used you as a canvas instead.”

You felt your breath hitch in your throat at the request. Jungkook was asking to paint you, not paint you on a portrait, but to paint you. The suggestion intrigued you a lot more than you thought it would, which is ultimately what led to you nodding your agreement. “I think I’d like to try that, too.”

Jungkook’s face broke into such a dazzling smile that excited you to no end. You watched as he pulled his chair close to you, as well as some tarp to place around the area. When he was situated where he wanted to be, he dipped his brush into some of the purple paint on his palette and gently lifted your arm. The feeling of the paint as it brushed along your arm was foreign but not unwelcome. There was something about it that was almost calming.

You were now also recalling all the times you’d told Jungkook how pretty he looked even covered in paint. The pretty colors contrasting with his beautiful, golden skin tone never failed to take your breath away no matter how many times you saw it. You wondered briefly if this is what he was experiencing now as he took his time painting your skin.

He was focusing on your with such intensity and taking great care to only get the paint where he wanted it, so as to not stain certain parts of you or your dress. The sight of his caution made that familiar warmth bloom in your chest again.

He took his time painting beautiful designs along your arm before moving down to paint on your thighs and legs. He was alternating between purple and blue hues now, and the swirling patterns reminded you a lot of his tattoos that you adored. You had spent many nights lying next to him in bed, tracing the lines of his tattoos until you were too sleepy to keep it up. Seeing the patterns against your own skin briefly made you think about if you would ever want to get a tattoo. Before you put too much thought into it, your attention was pulled back to Jungkook who was sitting up now and admiring his work.

The time had passed by much quicker than you anticipated, and it was starting to get dark outside as the light was no longer filtering in through the windows of the room.

He seemed satisfied as he nodded and smiled. “Wait here, I’ll be right back. Stay just like this,” he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. When he returned, he had his coveted polaroid camera in his hands. Jungkook was also big into photography, and every one of his hobbies suited him perfectly in some way.

“Is it ok if I take a photo of you, baby?”

You grinned and nodded, being careful not to move too much from your current position. He snapped the photo and the polaroid was printing immediately after. When he pulled it from the camera, he laid it down on the table next to his easel so it could develop properly.

Jungkook wiped his hands off on his apron before taking it off and drawing his attention back to you. He could stare at you like this all day, but he knew it would probably be best to get you both cleaned up and paint-free.

He offered a hand for you so he could help pull you off the loveseat. When you were up fully, he wrapped his arms around you, careful to not get any of his exposed, paint-covered skin on your dress.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured softly, brushing some of your hair out of your face as his eyes scanned up and down your body to admire his creation. “And as much as I love seeing it, we should probably get this paint off soon. When it dries too much, it can be a bitch to scrub off, and I don’t want that for you.”

You chuckled at that and simply nodded your head. You’d been lying there for nearly 2 hours at this point, so you were pretty tired and ready to just relax for the night.

The two of you hopped into the shower shortly after, helping each other rid your bodies of the remnants of paint covering you both. You always loved taking showers with Jungkook, because whether or not it was a short, regular shower, or one shared after a night of intimacy, these moments were some that you cherished the most and wouldn’t change for the world.

You got lost in the feeling of Jungkook scrubbing shampoo into your hair, letting out soft noises as your eyes slipped closed.

Your noises always threatened to drive Jungkook crazy, and this time was no exception. He couldn’t deny the stirring of his cock as he listened to the little moans slipping from your mouth at such a simple action.

Of course, since he was so close to you, there was no way you didn’t feel him. His cock was hardening against your thigh, and the fact that you were turning him on by not doing much turned you on.

You could feel the wetness start to slip past your folds, but you decided to not make any moves yet, wondering how far you could take this before either of you snapped. You knew that teasing him was one of the quickest ways to get Jungkook riled up.

“Feels so good, Koo,” you shamelessly moaned out as he kept massaging the shampoo into your hair. You heard him let out a small grunt at your deliberate words, feeling him twitch against your thigh as he got harder.

You leaned your head back to give him a better view of your neck, since you knew he loved to mark you up there. His hands were starting to tangle in your hair, but he took care to not pull too hard as he brought his attention back to the task(s) at hand.

He was currently focusing on two things: 1) getting the rest of the shampoo out of your hair, and 2) not fucking you up against the shower wall. Doing the first thing was currently keeping him from acting on the second, but you certainly weren’t helping with that.

Your head lolled around on your neck, your eyes still closed as your sounds got louder. He knew you were messing with him now, so as retaliation he pulled on your hair a little tighter, making you gasp.

“You’re doing this on purpose, angel,” you could hear the dark tone of his voice over the waterfall in the shower clearly, and it just made you more aroused. You chanced opening your eyes to look at him, and the sight you were met with made you moan louder, this time without trying.

Jungkook was staring at you, mouth slightly parted as he let out pants of his own, his blonde, soaked tresses falling in his face and covering his eyes. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he tugged on your hair again, making you reach out to place your hands on his chest.

“You’re teasing me to get me worked up, hm?” All you could do was nod, his husky voice and the feeling of his hand wrapped in your hair making you wetter by the second. There was no use in playing coy any longer. You wanted him, and he wanted you.

The question now was: who would make the first move?

You realized that you wanted to be the one to make the first move, so you did.

“So, what if I am,” you asked sweetly, wrapping your hand around his length and pumping him slowly. His eyes closed and he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, fingers now digging into your waist.

“You know what happens when you do that,” Jungkook warned. You absolutely knew what happened, and you definitely wanted it to happen.

“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe you should enlighten me.” You teased him as you gently nibbled on his earlobe, increasing your pace as you continued to stroke him. You heard him let out a soft moan against your shoulder as he placed a kiss there.

With no more hesitation, you turned him slightly and sank down to your knees in front of him, delighted by how his cock jerked in your hold when you steadied it with your hand.

Jungkook stared at you wide-eyed as you started moving your hand around his shaft before placing a gentle kiss on his tip, the prettiest groan falling from his lips. “Fuck, Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?”

You peeked up at him as you fluttered your eyelashes, knowing that seeing you like this always aroused him beyond belief. You continued moving your hand in slow, languid strokes, and he was almost fully hard now.

He let his head hit the wall behind him, soft curses and praises for you tumbling from his mouth.

Seeing him like this had to be near the top of the list of your favorite sights to ever witness. And right then is when you figured it’d be the perfect time to surprise him. Without a warning you opened your mouth and took all of him in that you could reach.

Jungkook’s reaction was immediate.

“Hey wait what are y- oh my God, fuck.” His loud moan echoed off the walls of the room, causing a fresh wave of arousal to pool between your thighs. You sucked harder as you hollowed out your cheeks, ignoring the way your throat constricted around him.

“Y/N, shit, you feel so good, your mouth- fuck, angel, I don’t want to hurt you,” Jungkook was panting hard above you, eyes shut and brows furrowed, jaw slack as he unabashedly continued to moan at your actions. He was reaching behind him to try and hold something, but the smooth wall had nothing to offer him. His fingers were slipping against the tile, so he gave up and instead settled for clenching and unclenching his fists.

You pulled off him with a pop, a string of saliva left in your wake. You smiled up at him as you kept stroking him, not wanting his pleasure to disappear in the slightest.

“You won’t hurt me, Koo,” you reassured him, earning another groan from the man falling apart under your touch. He twitched in your hold, and you stuck your tongue out again to run it along the underside of his length.

Jungkook chanced looking down at you, only to look up at the ceiling a moment later while he muttered a strained “holy shit.”

“C’mon baby, don’t you want to look at me,” you taunted him as your tongue played with the head of his cock, swirling around him. The low groans coming from above you let you know that he enjoyed that a lot.

“Fuck, angel, I-” Jungkook’s sentence died as a moan ripped itself from his throat when you surged back down to take all of him in again. This time you continued moving, feeling the tears in the corners of your eyes but not stopping.

It wasn’t like you’d never sucked him off like this before, seeing as it was one of your favorite activities, after all. But it was a rare occasion where Jungkook would let you take all of him in one go for fear of hurting you. So, you took these chances whenever they presented themselves, and the reward was always, always worth it.

Tears along with the water droplets from the shower were coating your face but you didn’t care. All of your focus was on Jungkook and how he was trying so hard to restrain himself above you. You watched his fists clench and unclench and you could feel himself struggle to keep his hips from moving forward so he didn’t fuck your mouth.

Yeah, you weren’t having that. You wanted him to let go, wanted him to know that it was ok, that you wanted this. You reached out to grab one of his hands and placed it in your hair, relishing in the way his fingers immediately tangled themselves into the wet strands. You pulled your mouth off of him again, but not before letting your tongue drag slowly across every inch of him.

You looked up at him again as you pumped him leisurely, waiting until he brought his gaze down to stare at you, only for him to quickly close his eyes again.

“God, I can’t look at you, like I want to, fuck do I want to, but you look so fucking good like this, I’m not gonna last-”

You always found his stammering to be cute and you didn’t want to torture him too much longer. Deciding that you’d teased him enough, you took all of him into your mouth again, intertwining your fingers with his unoccupied hand and giving it a squeeze. The intimacy of this particular action was always enough to get both of you going, and it had Jungkook’s hips stuttering as you sucked hard.

“Fuck, baby, always take me so good like this. Always so good for me, I love you, fuck,” he was groaning as his head hit the wall behind him again, his hold in your hair tightening the same moment you felt him buck his hips like you’d been wanting all this time.

Unfortunately, for you, whenever Jungkook would fuck your mouth, no matter how much you wanted to sit there and take it without issue, his size always proved to be too big for you to handle and it had you coughing around his length in no time. Which, of course, always made Jungkook stop what he was doing before either of you had the chance to enjoy it much.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry, are you ok?” Jungkook pulled you up while you kept coughing, brushing the wet strands of hair out of your face and looking at you with worry. You nodded and tried to reassure him, wanting to get back on your knees for him, but he held you in place.

“You don’t want me to continue,” you asked, your voice a little more hoarse than usual thanks to what your throat had just endured.

Jungkook shook his head. “No, angel, it’s not that. If you do keep going, I’ll cum in no time.” He brushed some of the water away from under your eyes, not knowing if it was tears or from the shower. He bent down to place a rough kiss on your lips, such a contrast from how his hands caressed your face.

“I want to be inside of you when that happens,” he murmured against you, gently biting down on your bottom lip and pulling a whine from you, in turn causing more wetness to gush between your legs. “If you’ll let me, of course.”

You almost laughed. “Koo, you know I’ll let you do anything at this point.”

He chuckled. “That’s a dangerous admission, baby. You sure about that?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “Of course I’m sure. I’d let you do anything you want because I trust you. Because I love you,” it was your turn to kiss him this time, and it was filled with so much passion it nearly made him dizzy. Jungkook could never get tired of the feeling of your lips against his, of hearing you say that you loved him, of feeling your skin pressed against each other during times like these.

Jungkook was hooked on you and he never wanted to go back to a time where he wasn’t.

You pulled him out of his thoughts as you tugged on some of his hair, earning a delicious sounding grunt from him. You whispered your next snarky comment right by his ear.

“You gonna fuck me now, baby?”

Your bluntness had his cock quickly stirring back to life after it had softened some during your coughing incident. He growled low and dark as he started placing love bites on your collarbone.

“Sure you don’t want me to return the favor first, angel?” He was marking up your skin while he asked this, so you almost didn’t realize what he was asking specifically but then it dawned on you.

“As much I love seeing you with your head between my legs,” you responded, tugging on his hair again, “I’d rather have you fuck me up against this wall.”

He moaned against your collarbone, the action vibrating your skin. He pulled off of you and brought your lips to his in a filthy kiss. “Your wish is my command.”

Jungkook lifted you up then by placing his hands under your ass and you got the message, wrapping your legs around him as he held you up. He turned so your back was against the wall, the only things now holding you up being his strong arms and the smooth tile behind you.

He first plunged two fingers inside you without a warning, making you let out a silent scream. He smirked at the way you clenched around his fingers, scissoring them before pulling them out again. You whined at the loss and he shushed you with a gentle kiss on your nose.

“Had to make sure you’re ready, baby.” He had one arm wrapped around your waist, trapped in between your back and the shower wall. With his now free hand, he lined himself up with your entrance, moaning when the tip of his cock was sucked in by your velvety walls.

“Fuck, you already feel so good and I’m barely in yet,” he clenched his jaw as he sank further into you inch by inch. When he finally bottomed out and was filling you up in the best way possible, you clenched around him to tease him further, making him curse.

“Watch it, angel,” he growled. “You’re gonna make it very hard for me to not blow it if you keep doing that, and I want you there with me when I do.”

“Then I guess you’d better start moving,” you teased, wrapping your arms more tightly around his neck. You knew what was coming next; Jungkook would put you exactly in your place, just like you wanted. And for that you needed to hold on tight for dear life because that man could rock you like nothing ever had before.

Jungkook grabbed your hips firmly in his hold as he fucked up into you, making sure you were held against the wall and weren’t in danger of falling down as he did so. Despite this, each thrust had you sliding more up the wall until he would bring you back down again. When he found a pace that was he was sure he could resume without either of you getting hurt, he finally let go.

To say you saw stars would be an understatement. Jungkook was fucking you with so much vigor that you weren’t just seeing stars, you were sure you were seeing entire galaxies. Your sounds kept dying out on your tongue because the feeling was so overwhelming and it had your trembling around him in no time.

“Can’t make any sounds when I’m fucking you this good, angel?” Jungkook was taunting you now and quite frankly, he was right, he was fucking you so good that you were finding it hard to say anything. And the mixture of his dirty words with the sweet pet name you adored had you clenching even tighter around him, causing him to groan loudly and grip your waist tighter.

You eventually found your voice again when Jungkook hit a certain spot inside of you, pulling an embarrassingly loud whine from your throat. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, tears almost brimming in your eyes once again at how good he felt.

“Fuck, Jungkook, feels so good, oh my God-” your praises made him twitch inside you as he moved his hands now from your waist to hold you up by cupping your ass, squeezing tightly in time with his thrusts. He was bouncing you up and down on his cock now with his strength alone, and the thought of it made your orgasm start to approach at an alarmingly fast rate.

“I love feeling you so close like this, I love you, so fucking much, shit-” Jungkook cut himself off as threw his head back to get his hair out of his face, careful not to let his balance falter or his grip slip on you. He had to do it though because his hair was keeping him from seeing your face now that you were leaning your head back against the wall, and he couldn’t have that.

“I love you, Jungkook, I’m close, fuck,” you were breathing hard as you couldn’t control your moans any longer, eyes squeezed shut and tears falling from just how much pleasure you were receiving and also how much you loved this man. Jungkook was the man you’d loved for so many years before you were finally able to call him yours. He always took care of you in every aspect of life, and you reciprocated it as best you could. And it was because of this kind of love you two had for each other that made these intimate times all the more meaningful. You were sitting here, back up against a shower wall in the arms of the man you loved while he rearranged your guts, and it was such an emotional experience alongside being a pleasurable one that the tears actually made sense.

Jungkook bit down on your shoulder and pulled you out of your reverie, making you cry out as he muffled his own sounds against your skin. You could tell by his thrusts that he was getting close now, his grunts happening more frequently and louder, echoing off the tiled shower walls. The water had already started to get cold but neither of you cared. Nothing outside of the two of you existed in this moment, and that was exactly how you liked it.

“Touch yourself for me, baby, I’m close, want you to be there with me,” Jungkook breathed out, his grip on your ass harsher now and you were sure there’d be marks tomorrow. You loved it when he marked you up, and even though he always felt slightly bad about it, you knew Jungkook loved seeing the marks, too.

You obeyed his command and reached down to rub your clit, nearly shrieking at the new wave of pleasure that washed over you. The sensations on your clit, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you, the way he was holding you, and all the things he was saying to you was enough to finally push you over the edge.

“Jungkook, I’m cumming, fuck-” you barely had time to utter out your warning before you were cumming hard around his length, your body spasming as he held you through it.

He sped up then, chasing his own high now, the feeling of your walls clenching around him making his eyes roll back. “Fuck, I can feel you, always so perfect for me, I’m close-”

His eyes were closed now so he didn’t see you reach for him. You pulled him closer so you could kiss him, hoping to help him along this way, swallowing down every beautiful sound he was making. “C’mon Koo, cum for me, wanna feel you fill me up.”

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned out, loud and long as that was the last thing he needed to get him there. His hips stuttered a few more times before you felt him twitch and fill you up, just like you wanted. Because gravity was working against you due to your current position, you could feel some of it dripping out of you despite Jungkook still being inside of you. The feeling made you scrunch up your nose, and the action made Jungkook laugh and mumble out ‘cute’ as he placed a kiss on the tip of your nose.

He pulled out of you carefully before moving you away from the wall so he could set you down on your feet. Your legs were a little wobbly, so he let you brace yourself against him as he helped you clean up.

The water was nearing a very uncomfortable cold temperature, but the both of you would rather endure that than leave the shower without cleaning off completely. After the workout you both had, there was nothing more you wanted than to curl up with each other in the bed.

After helping each other get clean again, and stealing quite a few kisses while doing so, Jungkook helped you out of the shower since you still didn’t trust your legs and dried you off before taking care of himself. Your heart swelled at the sight of him as it always did when he would take care of you like this.

You just hoped that you were taking care of him in all the ways he needed as well. You were certainly trying your best and would continue to do so for the rest of your life.

Once you were both snuggled into bed, him with an arm under you and you with your face nuzzling against his chest, you broke the silence first.

“If that’s what happens when I let you put paint on me, we should do that more often.”

Jungkook, who was tracing invisible patterns on your back in between your shoulder blades, laughed so hard you shook along with him. When he finally calmed down, he was able to answer you. “I totally agree. Although, I don’t think that happened because I painted you. It happened because you-” he booped you on the nose “-teased me, knowing full well what happens when you do.”

You shrugged as best you could with his arms around you. “You love it, though.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Indeed I do.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head and resumed his earlier soothing tracing of patterns on your skin. You rested your cheek against his chest and could hear his heartbeat, slow and steady. The combined actions of his hands and the steady thrum of his heartbeat was enough to have slumber calling your name in a matter of minutes.

Jungkook had something more to say, however.

“Hey,” he called gently, making you look up at him with groggy eyes. He smiled at the sight. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For helping me. For being my muse. I’ve got more ideas now about what else to create, and I don’t think I could’ve gotten there without your help.”

You smiled at him before you placed your head down again and shut your eyes once more, breathing deeply. “You would’ve eventually. That’s just how you are. Maybe I sped up the process, but you would’ve done fine.”

“Perhaps,” he sighed and looked at the ceiling. His glance travelled down to look at your nearly sleeping form, laying on him calm and unbothered. Moments like these topped his list of favorite things, and he wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.

“Goodnight, angel,” he murmured softly, not sure if you were asleep or not yet. You muttered something unintelligible back, but he knew you were telling him goodnight all the same, and it brought a smile to his face.

Jungkook wanted to tackle life with you, the good, the bad, all of it; he wanted to do it with you by his side. He wanted to make sure every day of your life from here on out was filled with happiness and love and everything you deserved in the world, just as you wanted to do the same for him. He knew you’d do anything for him, and he’d do anything for you.

Only for you.

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