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150 on the dash | jjk (m)

➵ pairing: jungkook x female!reader

➵ genre / au: 18+, smut, teensy angst, loosely based off the lyrics ohmami by chase atlantic ft maggie lindemann

➵ word count: 10,400

➵ summary: you’re looking for a bit of quick fun and he’s looking for a quick getaway. both with a different need for speed and power, it’s the perfect worst pairing to rope yourself into.

➵ warnings or possible kinks: dom!jungkook • sub!reader • bratty! reader • mentions of alcohol • reckless driving • dangerous car antics • messy kissing • grinding • love bites • breast play • hair pulling • fingering • suggestive sex mentions • using one man to get another man • dirty talk • use of derogatory names (slut, whore, cocksleeve) • unprotected sex • exhibitionism • masturbating (f) • stroking • brief handjob • oral (m & f receiving) • face fucking • voyeurism • sex in an unrealistic place • sex on a very expensive object • choking • sir kink • size kink • belly bulging •

➵ a/n: special thanks to my gal@chateautae & @missgeniality for betaing this, w/o you i wouldnt be this happy over it. @playmetheclassics for not only being my hype woman, but offering the best support and betaing too. tysm for everything you did for me in this story! @opaljm & @ressjeon for reading over when it was in its process n being super supportive. & lastly my @kimtaehyunq for not only the prettiest banner i think i have ever seen but for once again being my rock from start to finish with this one.

➵ note2: this was meant to be finished and released for december 24th so im sorry for the wait, didnt plan on catching covid but we are finally here after 4 months of back and forth on this fic, its finally out.

➵ listen: oh mami by chase atlantic ft maggie lindemann

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taglist: @withlovedaisygirl @phasedkth @swaggyjules @kookoobutter

Your skin is warm all over as you allow yourself to be pulled towards the bar at the sight of another round of drinks. A colourful kaleidoscope of vibrant strobe lights fills the dark room in an array of vivid blues, purples, and reds. You push through a sea of bodies, pressed up together, writhing and grinding upon each other. The heady smell of cheap perfume, sweat, and alcohol mixed invade your senses.

You feel at home surrounded by your friends in the crowded space. It’s the one place you know you can come and blow off some steam from a gruesome week of classes and studying. The music is loud as the DJ plays hot remixes and track after track of current hits — the beat vibrating across the floor underneath your heels and through your body as you wait at the bar, hoping to catch the attention of Jimin, the bartender.

“The usual?” Jimin flashes you a smile from behind the counter. The white lights behind him that are used to show off the array of different spirits illuminate his pale skin perfectly as he whips up your drink. It’s almost embarrassing how often you frequent this club. The club’s staff recognises you, and your drink order is known by memory without even having to ask.

Nodding in his direction, you gather the money you need to pay for your drinks, “Am I that predictable?” you joke.

“I just remember the drinks of all the pretty girls that turn up four times a week,” Jimin quips back, poking fun at you.

You roll your eyes back with a chuckle, “Oh haha, aren’t you just hilarious.”

Jimin hands you the fruity concoction with a wink. It’s pretty. Fizzy oranges and yellows swirl around the glass, decorated with a sugar rim and a plastic umbrella on top with a shot of tequila on the side. “Here, this one’s on me,” he kindly refuses your money.

Taking the shot glass from off the bar counter, you quickly swallow the bitter drink. The slight burn runs down your throat, and you welcome it with a smile. Dropping the shot glass, you swap it out for the cocktail and shoot him a wink, “I owe you.”

You lean yourself back against the countertop of the sticky bar and continue to scan the room in search of a bit of fun for the night. With your advantage of standing at the bar, it gives you an elevated level of the club, a fantastic view of your surroundings to watch and judge the strangers in front of you and your group of friends scattered around.

Some are on the middle of the dancefloor, dancing together with drinks in their hands and smiles on their faces, while others had found their companions. Some just sit at tables laughing and enjoying their night with newfound friends.

Who are you kidding? The best outcome would be finding someone to take you home for the night.

You keep an eye out for someone who tickles your attention, lazily sipping on your drink, making sure to stick out your tongue a little more than usual—the ice in the glass melting into the alcohol results in watering it down ever so slightly.

Throwing the rest of the drink back, you place the empty glass back on the bar top and inspect the time on your phone. 01.33 am. It’s still early. You lift your gaze from your phone, and that’s when you see him.

He leans back in the booth with both arms resting against the top of the leather material, two different girls hanging off either side of him. Cuddling into his ribs and placing their hands all over his thighs, he holds a glass with a clear liquid inside — vodka, most likely.

The beautiful stranger doesn’t appear to be fazed by their hand movements at all as he continues to be deep in a conversation with another man, sitting at the opposite side of the booth.

He stands out in this room full of strangers. His hair is styled where the black strands look wet yet still full of volume at the roots, showing off his gorgeous face. The need for your fingers to run through the strands and pull suddenly courses through you. His jaw structure is striking and seems dangerously intimidating. It also allows you to get a good look at each ear decorated in sparkling jewels. A thick heavy silver link chain adorns his neck and rests almost too perfectly against his clavicles. Just looking at him brings tingles to you skin, just arouses you

The outfit he was sporting was almost mouth-watering. Tight and fully defined. The long black t-shirt had a deep v neckline, exposing the top of his pectorals which you can tell are in shape at a glance.

He looks like danger and sin.

So far, you have only seen his side profile, but the way his jawline clenches and eyes seem to lock intently on his friend makes him gorgeous, to say the very least.

“Can I get you another one of those?”

Taking your eyes off the man at the other end of the club, you turn your face to the left to be met with a young man with onyx permed hair and wide and dark brown eyes - they almost look inhuman.

Your eyes trail down his body, taking the rest of him in. He had sharp and defined features gracing his face. His lips were full, perfectly pink and plump. The zebra print bandana on his head wrapped purposely to keep the hair out of his face and a matching flowery black and white shirt with the first few buttons undone to reveal finely definitely clavicles.

He’s hot.

But he isn’t quite the stranger across the room. He looks far too occupied with his friend and clingy girls anyway.

You smile salaciously at him as you run your tongue across your teeth, “What makes you think I wanna let you buy me a drink?”

He dips his head towards your ear so you can hear him over the music, “What’s the matter, babe? Can’t a guy buy a cute girl a drink?”

“A guy can buy me a drink all he wants,” you state matter of factly, “what I wanna know is why it should be you?”

He looks at you as if trying to figure out the answer you want to hear. “I guess I’m looking for a little something worthwhile, I suppose.”

You cock your head a little to the side, “Worthwhile in what way?

“Why don’t you let me buy you a drink and find out?”

You contemplate his proposal for a moment, looking back to where you found the attractive stranger but coming up short. He wasn’t there anymore.

“Bummer,” you sulk to yourself. With a heavy sigh, you unlock your phone once more to look at the time that reads 01.37 am.

This guy is good enough for the night.

“What’s your name?” you ask.

“Taehyung,” he winks, “And yours?”

“My name is whatever you want it to be, handsome.”

Taking that as the green light, Taehyung turns back to the bar and orders you both a drink. You decide to opt for something a little stronger, so request a vodka mixture. Handing you the drink, Taehyung leads you to a dark corner of the nightclub, his hand resting on the small of your back as he makes small talk with you, trying to get to know you a little more.

The conversation carries on and branches off to other meaningless topics. Was there a point in this? You were only entertaining him so you could get laid. You bought each other more drinks, and you can feel yourself getting quite buzzed and braver. As the chat continues, you realise that he was reasonably pleasant and made you laugh.

“Wanna dance?” Taehyung chirps up. You nod back in response.

Taehyung takes you by the hand and leads you to the middle of the crowd, where the two of you are eventually swallowed by the masses. He places his hands on your hips and guides your movements against him. You swing your arms over his neck and pull him down towards you, his head resting against yours. Your hair sways back and forth with his movements as you grind into him to the loud beat, and he shares a sexy grin with you.

His grip on your hips tightens when you gently drag his head further down and plant a kiss on his lips. The kiss is nice. There is a remnant taste of alcohol and mint from what you can only presume is the gum he was chewing earlier, coating his lips as you slip your tongue into his mouth. You moan into the kiss, letting him know that you were undoubtedly enjoying it.

You break the liplock and smile at him when you see that his lips now share the same red-tinted gloss upon your lips. You turn yourself in his arms and flutter your eyes shut as you move back to grinding yourself against him to the techno beats playing from the DJ Booth, enjoying the feeling of Taehyung getting hard underneath you all from a simple bit of grinding on your behalf.

Eventually, opening your eyes, you see him again. Standing at a table in the far corner of a dark space, much as the one Taehyung had you in earlier. This time though, he has your eyes set on you. You catch him in an intense stare, not tearing your eyes off each other for a single moment. The way he stares you down is intense, the exhilaration adding to the alcohol in your veins.

Intent on keeping his attention, your hands slip up and back around Taehyung’s neck. You tug softly at the hair fraying the nape of his neck. Taehyung seems to understand your silent request. Pulling your back flush against his chest, he dips his head to start planting little kisses across your neck. You’re aware you shouldn’t be using Taehyung like this, but if it means that you were going to get what you want, and what you wanted was staring directly at you, then you’re going to do anything you can to get it.

You grind on Taehyung and let your fingers roam along your body, Taehyung’s lips attached to your neck, blissfully unaware of your disinterest in him. Your fingertips graze every inch of unclothed skin as a smug smile makes its way onto your face. Daring yourself to go further, you sneak your fingers between your legs, uncaring of anyone else around you barring this sexy stranger who is watching. Your digits make light contact with your folds, and your mouth falls open at the realisation of how wet you are.

Continuing to put on a show, you part your lips as a moan breaks out, egging Taehyung to continue his ministrations on your neck. You run your tongue across your lips salaciously to the hot stranger across the room and watch as his eyes narrow at you.

“Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom,” you announce, pulling yourself out of Taehyung’s grasp, having had enough of teasing the mystery man across the room.

You almost feel bad for leaving Taehyung, but your interest has now been piqued once again by the man you had your eyes on from the start

You tug your dress back down slightly as you make your way over to him, making sure to sway your hips, feeling pride swell in you when you observe his gaze locked on the way your body moves towards him. You finally face him, and with your heels on, you find that you don’t stand overly far off his height.

“If you stared at me any harder, I’d think you fancied me,” he teases.

“You must have been staring just as much to know I was staring in the first place,” you rebut with a smirk.

Awaiting a response, he comes up short at a loss for words. He’s not used to women being so confident in his presence. Usually, women are timid and hide so easily. They don’t typically approach him, as you demonstrated. Being around you was refreshing, and he found your relatively unperturbed attitude incredibly sexy.

You reach for the small candy bowl placed on the table and pull out a lollipop, quickly unwrapping the plastic from the hardened sugar top and place it in your mouth, letting the sweet, tangy cherry taste fill your taste buds almost immediately. Your glossy lips close around the sweet lollipop as you suck on it diligently, tasting every last bit of it as you continue to stare at him. “What’s your name?”

“Jungkook.”

“Jungkook, hm? It’s pretty,” you flirt, “like you.”

Jungkook steals the lollipop from your mouth and places it in his, “I must say, I don’t get called pretty often,” he jokes, “and yours?”

Your hand runs from his shoulders and down his arm, meeting his callosal hand in yours. You gently entwine his fingers with yours and start to walk away, “Come with me and find out.”

You wanted to play and toy with him. He’s fucking hot, and you’re in the mood for a good fucking.

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice as he began to follow you back towards the bathroom stalls. It was fun letting you have your moment of control, but now it is Jungkook’s turn.

You nudge the bathroom door open and pull Jungkook inside, quickly locking the door behind him to ensure no interruptions. Jungkook is fast in his actions as he places your arms around his neck and lifts you against him with his hands under your ass, lightly squeezing in his palms. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck as he backs you up against the nearest wall and smashes his lips into yours, closing the gap between you two.

“Fuck, you are something,” Jungkook grunts and squeezes your ass harder, spreads them apart and then slaps your cheek. He takes his chance to slip his tongue inside your mouth. You instantly let out a breathy moan. The taste of the cherry lollipop, your strawberry lip gloss mixed with the alcohol on your lips, is all too intoxicating.

The sound of wet noises of you both separating your mouths to accommodate each other’s tongues fills the small room is lewd and messy. The kiss is only broken for an occasional suck of air before reattaching your lips to one another for a headier kiss.

He places you back on your heels. His hands instinctively found your hips and gave you a squeeze. Jungkook bends ever so slightly to pull your leg over his hip and kneads the flesh under your ass, leaving you with one foot on the floor and both hands wrapped around his neck. You thrust your hips towards Jungkook, the loose cargo pants doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he was incredibly hard right now.

“Still didn’t get your name, princess,” Jungkook states, his words coming out in between kisses. He moves his lips up to your ear before finishing, “Gonna need it for when I make you cum so fucking hard.”

You roll your head to the side, allowing Jungkook to leave his own red and violet love bites from your ear and down your neck. He kisses along your jaw and sinks his teeth into the juncture of your throat and shoulder, the most sensitive part of your neck.

Too lost in the pleasure, you tell Jungkook your name with little hesitation, “____, my name’s ____.”

“Well _____, what do you say we get out of here?” he murmurs against your skin.

“Please,” you elongate the word in a moan, “but you should know Jungkook, I don’t tend to play nice.”

Jungkook isn’t the type to not last during sex, but with your unbridled confidence and bratty attitude, he swears he could blow his load at that statement and how fucking provocative it sounded leaving your lips.

He removes himself from your neck with haste. He grabs your palm and drags you out of the bathroom, manoeuvring you both through the ever-growing groups of people in the building. He stops suddenly in front of you, causing your head to rise in wonder why you weren’t being dragged out here further.

To your surprise, Jungkook was whispering into the ear of Taehyung, who had his eyes on you throughout the whole conversation, occasionally nodding his head to whatever it is Jungkook is telling him. He hadn’t let go of your hand throughout the entire interaction between the top of them. Taehyung gives you a smug smile before your eyes stray away from his intimidating stare.

With a final pat on Jungkook’s back, Taehyung moves out the way and lets Jungkook leave with you in tow.

The weather had significantly cooled from when you first entered the establishment hours ago - enough to make your bare skin shiver. But the thought of Jungkook and what he could be capable of lights a fire inside your pussy, keeping you well distracted from the night breeze. If he can get you this riled up by just making out, God knows what his dick is capable of.

You and Jungkook walk down a dark alleyway around the back of the nightclub as he grabs his car keys from his pocket. It’s pitch black. You’re surprised he can navigate his way around.

“You know him?” you ask curiously, “that Taehyung guy.

Jungkook seems amused by your strange question. “Yeah, I know him.”

Vague.

“Oh. How do you know him?”

Jungkook stops near the end of the unlit alleyway and presses a kiss to your lips to shut you up, one hand at the side of your neck to keep you still, “do you always ask this many questions?” his rough voice bites into the still night, raising goosebumps across your skin.

Your hand wraps around his neck and finds his hair at the nape. You move back in for a kiss, and at the last minute, when you drag him close enough, you change your direction and turn your head to his ear, “maybe I like knowing who I’m getting involved with,” you whisper seductively, gently tugging at his hair.

Jungkook grips your waist and twists your body around. Your back is flush against his chest as he moves your hair out of his way and leans his mouth towards your ear. Clicking the unlock button of his car key, the slender headlights of his car turn on and flash before you. You gasp at the sight of the car, “you’re about to,” he places a kiss on the back of your ear.

You stand frozen in place, unable to tear your eyes away from the supercar in front of you. Not only is one of these beauties very hard to come across, but the car teeters on the line of illegal, notorious for the outrageous amount of speed it can reach.

Now, Jungkook is a young man, definitely not too far from your age, so how did he manage to own one of these? You walk around the supercar and take in all its beauty. It’s small in height, a classic sports car look you think. Painted in a deep crimson red and further wrapped in dark carbon fibre makes it sexy and alluring to look at. It’s obvious that a car like this is bought as a plaything, and owners of a car like this buy it only to show them off. From the outside, you can see the sleek black leather interior and you can’t wait to get inside.

“Yours or mine?”

“Haven’t you been drinking? Y-you shouldn’t be driving, let alone something like this,” you point out, an astonished tone to your voice.

Jungkook snorts at your statement and finishes the rest of his drink. “Babe, it’s water. I don’t mix pleasure with my business.”

“Then what is this, then?” You point between the two of you.

He smirks. “I guess we’ll find out. Now, answer my question.”

After making your way around his supercar, you smash your lips against his, your tongue parting his mouth to slip inside. “Surprise me,” you sigh into the kiss.

Jungkook backs you up against the vehicle and opens the passenger side of the car. He breaks the kiss and takes your hand as you sit in the expensive, plush Italian leather seats. Jungkook shuts the door and joins you in the driver’s seat, “I’m about to take you on the ride of your life.”

Pushing the ignition button to start the vehicle, the dashboard lights up like a spaceship with the abundance of controls and options in front of you both. The cabin vibrates as the roaring sound of the engine is brought to life. It’s high and animalistic and runs through the machine. There are strip LED lights adoring the inside in its signature red colour. It’s alluring and sexy from the inside out.

“No, baby, I’m about to take you on the ride of your life.”

Jungkook puts the car into drive and takes off towards the highway. You watch the yellowed lights flicker through the tinted windows as the car zips through the lanes of the road, nearly reaching its full speed. The buildings are bathed in darkness as the subtle glow of the moon creates beautiful silhouettes in your view.

The adrenaline from the high speed fuels your body; and paired with the hand Jungkook kept on your bare thigh, alternating between softly squeezing and rubbing small circles, is wildly turning you on.

You lift your hips and shimmy the hem of your dress up to your waist, giving you enough room to move. You unbuckle the seatbelt and glance over to Jungkook, who is concentrating on the road in front of him. Jungkook manages to see from the corner of his eye what you’re doing, and his grip on your thigh loosens.

You twist your body and prop your knees onto the chair, hauling the hem of your dress past your hips and lean forward, putting one arm around the other side of his neck. You take his lobe in your mouth and tug it ever so slightly—your hot breath more akin to a moan across the shell of his ear.

“Jagiya, what are you doing?”

You ignore his question and drag your lips down his neck, latching your mouth onto Jungkook’s exposed skin as he continues focusing on the road. His concentration dwindles as he slows the car down. Your palm travels down to his pants to find his erection still very prominent. You rub over his cock back and forth, feeling his hard on grow as a loud growl falls from his lips. “I’m not wearing any panties,” you whisper, pairing it with a lick of his earlobe.

“Fuck, you’re gonna get caught, you minx,” he teases, watching you out of the corner of his eye. You retract your hand from his neck in favour of pulling down the top of your tight dress to palm your tits.

His eyes dart between you and the road. “Let me see.”

Biting your lower lip, you grin and lean back onto the dashboard of his expensive car. You lift the lace hem of your dress to slowly reveal your smooth thighs, until your pussy is on full display for him and anybody else who decided to drive past.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything as he watches your fingers dip in and out of your pussy lips, your digits coated in your wet slick.

Jungkook takes his hand off the steering wheel to drag it up your thigh, squeezing at the supple skin every so often. His fingers reach your pussy, and he dips in to feel the essence that has gathered inside your lips for him.

“Shit, babe, you’re something else,” Jungkook rasps with a cocky smirk. “I can’t wait to fuck you hard - bet you’d love that. Bet you love being called a fucking whore, huh? My pretty little slut fucked nice and rough?”

Moaning, you feel yourself get wetter at his words, the feeling of your juices gushing and coating your thighs. You place your hand around Jungkook’s wrist and scratch into the skin as you grind yourself down onto his fingers, desperate to feel them deeper inside your wet cunt.

Giving you the attention you desperately crave, Jungkook plays with the buttons on the dashboard, putting the car into self drive mode then. Moving his feet from the pedals, he spreads his legs to accommodate his growing cock and alleviate how much it throbs for you.

Jungkook presses something at the side of his driver’s seat and lets the chair recline back. He watches you eagerly shift as you patiently wait to spear yourself on top of him, his eyes dark with lust.

Gorgeous, you muse to yourself as you watch the dark lights reflect off of his radiant skin. Jungkook begins pulling at his belt, unlooping it and letting it fall loosely on either side. He plants his hand on the nape of your neck and pulls you towards him, whispering huskily, “C’mere.”

You let his hand drag you back to his mouth where he kisses you hard, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss instantly. He glides his tongue over your bottom lip and bites on it, dragging it down harshly, making sure not to hurt you before sucking on it.

“C’mon jagiya, get it out,” he commands you.

You grin into the kiss at his demand and begin to unbutton him with one hand, pushing his vest past his muscular abdomen to reveal a trail of light hair leading towards his cock. Eventually, after a little bit of a fight, you pull his zipper down and dip your hands into his boxers, gasping when you come into contact with his length.

He is fucking big.

Jungkook lifts his hips and tugs his pants down, not bothering to remove them altogether, just loosening up enough to free what he needed to help you tug his cock out of his confines. You salivate at the sight in front of you. His cock is so fucking pretty. Gifted not only in length but in girth also. His tip is angry red and oozes a monstrous amount of precum that glistens when the light catches it. Your mouth anticipates feeling him against your tongue already.

You drag your hand up and down and up again and down again, making sure to smother the precum along his length for extra slide. You watch it twitch every so often, tightening your grip at the tip as you twist your wrist, earning a growl at every stroke.

Jungkook rolls his eyes back as it looks like he tries not to cum in your hand, “Jagiya, f-fuck you-you’re so fucking good at that,” his voice is low as he moans the compliment.

You grin at him and remove your hand from his cock, thrusting the fingers into your mouth to taste him on your hands. “I’ve never had any complaints,” you tell him matter of factly, sending him a sultry look.

Jungkook reaches down and wraps his hand around himself. He hisses at the contact once he begins to stroke. “What a filthy mouth you have,” he grunts, “care to put it to good use, sweetheart?” His piercing lifts with the rise of his perfectly shaped eyebrows.

“Hmm,” you contemplate jokingly.

The smile leaves Jungkook’s lips as he puts his hand on the crown of your head and grips the hair tight. “It isn’t a question. It isn’t a request. It’s an order.”

As he pulls you down, you arch your back a little further, allowing your ass to be nearly fully pressed against the black tinted windows. His rough handling makes you feel extra horny if possible. You peer up through your lashes and catch his eye, lust laced in both your visions. You want to tease him longer but you’re running out of patience yourself and the thought of finally being stuffed full fills your mind.

You hang your mouth open invitingly as your tongue lingers, waiting for a taste of him straight from the source. His grip on your hair loosens as you near his cock. Leaning forward, you close your mouth over his tip and suckle him ever so slowly before leaning back again, a devilish smile playing on your lips at your teasing.

The smile on Jungkook’s face fades as it registers in his head that you’re trying to toy with him. “_____.”

“Yes, sir?” You smirk at him deviously.

“What did I tell you? Suck it.”

You lower yourself back onto his cock and suckle lightly at the slit, tongue rotating viciously as you drink up the precum oozing out at your actions. The salty liquid melts on your tongue. You feel Jungkook move his hand back to the crown of your head and push your head down further down his length. He lets out a strangled grunt as he pushes his cock past your tongue and stills in your throat.

Jungkook keeps your head still in place, feeling you swallow around him once, twice, three times before your lungs start burning from the lack of oxygen. You gag and choke and splutter around his cock as he finally relents and drags you back up for air. “Such a good fucking whore… Maybe that’ll teach you not to be such a mouthy brat,” he mumbles. Lungs burning for much needed air, you throw him a cocky look, making sure to let him know your submission isn't cheap. But Jungkook doesn't give you much time, pushing your head back and re-enters your mouth. He thrusts his hips up off the leather exterior, lodging his cock deep into your throat once more. Your eyes instantly water at the intrusion, your nails digging into the skin of his muscular thigh and drawing blood at the scratches.

The street lights reflect off the wet surface as the car navigates onto the freeway. Jungkook’s tight grip on your hair allows him to guide the movement of your head on his length. The wet slurping and gagging as you continue to suck and choke on his cock is pornographic, echoing in the small confined space. Jungkook swears that he’s never believed in love, but fuck, at this moment, with you sucking him off in his brand new Ferrari the way that you are, he is almost certain he could be.

It’s filthy, and Jungkook fucking loves filthy.

The palm of his hand slams into the steering wheel as you slightly graze your teeth over his length, working him closer to the edge. Jungkook releases a high pitch moan at the feeling of drool and cum dribbling, gathering at the base of his wet cock.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Gonna, fuck-gonna come down your throat like the filthy cocksleeve you are.”

A promise made is a promise kept, as his hand finds the back of your head and fists your hair as thick, bitter streams of warm cum reach the back of your throat.

You swallow around him as his cock continues to pulse and throb inside your mouth. Moving your head to remove yourself from the position, you let your tongue tease the underside of his sensitive length.

Finally releasing him from your mouth with a pop, you let your tongue hang as you proudly show Jungkook your success in swallowing his load with no fuss.

Looking up at him, you can see the long black strands of his hair have fallen into his view as the sweat beading on his skin gives it something to stick to. He looks beautiful as his skin glows, the streetlights outside catching his dampening skin.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous after you cum.”

Jungkook’s nose twitches slightly as he tries not to laugh at the unexpected compliment. Instead, he pulls you back to kiss him and immediately slides his tongue into your mouth. Remembering your surroundings as the car engine roars in the background down the freeway, you have concluded that you can’t settle and stop at just a blowjob – and Jungkook seems to decide that it isn’t enough either.

He needs more. There isn’t much chance you’re going to be able to wait until your home to fuck him. You whine as your thighs close and rub together to relieve some pressure on your sensitive clit. Your pussy is dripping, and your thighs are slick with residue.

You need to fuck him, and fast.

“Get your mouth back down there, Jagiya, and keep me hard. I’m pulling over. I’m not fucking done with you.”

The words leaving his lips leave you speechless. Maybe it’s the thrill of being caught in such an expensive car with a stranger’s cock in your mouth, but you don’t hesitate on his request as you take Jungkook’s semi-softened cock into your small hands and pump him smoothly. You direct your mouth on his balls and draw them into your mouth, making sure your tongue drags over the skin salaciously. Jungkook puts his hands back on the wheel, and the car picks up speed. It makes a sharp swerve across the highway, a sign of the desperation Jungkook is feeling.

Pleasure is pulsing through his shaft as he lets out a deep hiss at the sensitivity of your touch. The sound of Jungkook above you is not doing any favours for your already soaked centre. Your tongue licks and sucks vigorously on his balls, making sure to switch between the two while your hand works up and down his dick. You make sure to flick your wrist at his tip and give him a tighter squeeze, watching him harden once more.

The car has come to a complete stop, with the engine still humming in the background. The vibrations from the car that was evident in your pussy as it roared down the highway suddenly disappears and leaves you whining, disappointed at the lack of stimulation. Slowing down, you disregard your hazy state of arousal and lift yourself off his balls but still keep your hand wrapped tightly around his cock. You try to keep your legs tight together, still relieving some pent of frustration.

“What do you want? Use your words.” Jungkook grips your face and stares into your eyes. His pupils are dilated and darken immediately, completely overthrowing the natural colour of your eyes with lust. He pulls himself a little higher from his slumped position on the driver’s seat and kisses you. It’s all tongue and wet and messy. It’s wild, and you eat up every single moment along with his lips.

“Who would have known having a cock in your mouth where anyone can see gets you this worked up,” he grunts into your lips.

You pull at his bottom lip in your hazy state, his words making you much more needy and frisky. It’s like your lips were made for each other as he kisses you greedily, a clash between tongue and teeth. You emit a moan into his mouth, and he swallows it just as fast as it leaves you. “I want you to fuck me, sir,” you whine pathetically.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you in my brand new expensive car, is that what you want? Do you want to give those who pass down the highway a show?” Your mouth opens to release a soundless moan.

It’s pathetic how submissive you’ve become for him. “Yes.”

Unbuckling the strap of his belt, Jungkook pushes you off him and straightens himself. He puts his cock back into his underwear as you look back in confusion.

“If you want to give them a show, then I’ll make a show of you.”

He quickly opens the side of his door and removes himself from the vehicle. You jump slightly at the force of the door closing and watch Jungkook through the window as he walks behind the car and to the passenger door, and opens it.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“I said, get out,” he’s quick to pull at your wrist and drag you out of the car. The air is chilly and nips at your skin, a stark difference in temperature from only a few moments ago. The highway is empty, only for a car or two to whizz past at high speed.

Jungkook grasps your wrists and walks you to the front of the car.

“What ar-are are you doing?”

He snickers lowly at your question and sits down on the hood of his Ferrari, “I’m putting on a show.”

You feel your heart pick up speed at his answer, feeling him take your hips into his hands and tightly squeeze and pull you forward on top of him. “You want this, right?”

A whimper leaves your mouth as you grind back down onto his confined cock, allowing your dress to ride further up your legs and dangerously close to your ass. Jungkook keeps his hands on your hips and bunches the rest of the material into his fist, your ass now on full display.

“Where are your words?” he taunts as one hand leaves your hip and comes back down on your exposed ass, hard.

“Yes,” you squeal, reassuring him, and he spanks your ass for a second time.

He leans in to kiss your neck, grazing his teeth as he sucks mercilessly on the spot right below your ear. He continues to nibble on your skin, leaving new purple blemishes on the barely healing ones.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you shift your body and feel immense pressure down in your pussy, continuing to grind down on Jungkook out in the open on top of his car. His hand reaches up to cup your breast, kneading and groping carelessly. His hands move past the hem of the dress and pull the material out, your tits spilling into the open. The cold air makes its attack, and your nipples harden instantly. Jungkook presses one last kiss to your neck and dives down to your chest, taking a tit into his mouth, his tongue warming it up. The fire burning deep inside you is ignited by his touch, scorching through your veins as it builds up just under your skin.

Jungkook wraps both arms around you and lifts himself from the car, and places you over it instead, making sure your dress stays put at your waist. “Going to eat you out, right here,” he announces, a waft of cold air leaving his lips as he speaks. He spreads your legs on the hood and noses at the apex of your thighs, taking in a large sniff of your arousal in between your legs. You moan quietly and tug his head closer to your cunt.

A look of shock graces your features in this instant. How did you get this lucky tonight? Sure, you had it in your mind before you left your apartment for the club that you wanted to get laid tonight, but this? This was far beyond any fantasy you had ever thought of.

Jungkook licks over your wet folds teasingly. And again. Taking your clit into his mouth, he sucks harshly, causing a multitude of whines and whimpers to greet the open air.

“Fingers. Please use your fingers.”

You don’t need to ask twice as Jungkook places his index and forefingers on your clit and begins circling at your swollen bud through the lace material. Your eyes roll back as he flicks and rubs through your panties in all the right places. Jungkook stops his actions and pulls your panties to the side ever so slightly to find your wet pussy glowing under the streetlamp.

He doesn’t waste any time dragging your panties down your legs, exposing your pussy for himself and anyone driving past to see. Once they reach your ankles, Jungkook slides them off your legs and throws them onto the road.

He leans back in and dives straight into your pussy, his gorgeous face slotted between your legs. Sticking his tongue in your hole, he laps up every drop of precum leaking from your pussy. You plant yourself flat on top of the hood and focus on the way Jungkook is making out with your cunt. You whine loudly into the open air, not caring about who could bear witness to the pornographic scene in front of them. You arch your back in pleasure as his tongue sucks and laps inside you, rubbing along your inner walls, back and forth deliciously. The contrast of the cold air and his hot mouth on you have you lifting your hips for him to take more of you.

Looking up from between your thighs, he sees you pulling at your nipples, as he continues to rub and stroke your sensitive clit. You clench around nothing, causing Jungkook to moan loudly, the deep vibrations from his mouth driving directly into your pussy.

Jungkook knows he didn’t need to prep you by the sheer amount of wetness slicking your folds, but he has this deep carnal desire to continue to see you writhing beneath him. He brings his thumb up to massage carelessly onto your clit and pushes a finger inside you. He works his finger in and out of you for a moment, drinking up the way that you subconsciously open your legs for him. You moan loudly, your fingers fisting at the hair on the crown of his head giving Jungkook the satisfaction he wants. Your moans pick up in volume, and your lungs yearn for more oxygen as your panting increases, demanding completion from Jungkook.

You bite back a moan at the feeling of Jungkook releasing a brief chuckle, sending vibrations straight into your clit before flattening out his tongue and licking a stripe up your cunt.

A throaty groan falls past your lips. “Please, Jungkook, don’t stop, please,” you’re practically begging at this point.

Staring up at you past the valley of your tits, Jungkook watches your eyes tighten in pleasure as he sinks a second and a third finger deep inside you. He curls them at the very last moment, caressing every inch of your walls and scissoring you at a rapid pace. The sounds of your juices squelching obscenely in the open air is all Jungkook can focus on. “You’re so fucking hot like this, ready to take my fat cock,” he mouths into your pussy.

You try lifting your ass off the hood of his car to get him deeper, but his other hand finds your waist and holds you down. Your clit is beyond overstimulated, and the way he is currently three knuckles deep is exactly what you need to drive you over the edge with a pathetic squeal into the night.

Stars fill your vision, and your entire body sets itself alight, electricity coursing through your veins as your climax hits you hard and dizzies you, rendering you speechless.

Jungkook barely gives you a second to catch the breath he had stolen from you before he unbuttons his pants and unfastens his zipper. You look down to see small wet patches on his boxers before he pulls his hard cock out and gives it an experimental pump. He twitches right before your eyes. The sight of him in front of you was mouth watering with his hand wrapped around his length, doing nothing to cover just how big he is.

Big enough to split you apart.

Here you were splayed out on top of his brand new Ferrari, legs spread apart, thighs wet with cum and pussy on full display for him or anyone who would speed down the highway. Here you are for him to use for his pleasure. You watch as his hand continues to glide up and down his cock, his thumb rubbing small circles on his head, in turn smearing his precum and watching it glisten under the street lights

Noticing that you haven’t taken your eyes off his length, Jungkook sniggers, “we’re going to make it fit, right? You can take it, yeah?”

The idea of finally being filled with his cock grips you, whining to plead. “Please–want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

Jungkook doesn’t wait for a second longer before he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you down the hood of his car. He leans down and spits on your pussy. You shiver at the contact.

Standing back up, Jungkook lines his cock with your pussy and rubs himself through your puffy red lips, mixing his spit and precum with the remnants of your orgasms he tore from you earlier.

Having enough of his teasing, Jungkook once again aligns himself and pushes the tip into you.

“S-shit, f-fuck, y-you’re too big,” you hiccup, throwing your head back at the stretch. How the fuck are you going to be able to accommodate his full length when he’s barely inside you and already has you in this state?

“It doesn’t help that your pussy is just so fucking small,” Jungkook murmurs more to himself. “So fucking pretty though, wish you could see this.”

The imagery Jungkook installs in your mind makes you clench around nothing once more. The thought of his cock drenched in your juices, tearing you open is replying in your mind as you wait for him to make it come true.

You swallow in the air as you feel him continue to push in slowly, giving you the time you need to adjust to him.

Jungkook doesn’t take his eyes off of you. The way your eyes roll back and your head finds the hood of his car once more makes his cock twitch as it buries itself further into you.

Finally, he’s sheathed himself inside you and stops once again. The feeling of his cock pressed up against your cervix already has your mind blank and useless words escaping you. Your chest is heaving as you pant, a desperate plea for oxygen to soothe your burning lungs.

“Jungkook m-move, want you to fuck me now.” Your mind is deep in lust as the feeling of Jungkook bottomed out, hips against your own, is all you can think about.

The truth is, you love it. You love how he fits himself so tightly inside you. You love the way he has a hold of your hips, fingers digging in and painting your hips in perfect hues of purples.

Something in Jungkook seemed to snap as fire ignited his skin from the inside out at your words, his eyes darkening and an animalistic growl tearing from his chest and escaping his lips. His feet find a comfortable position to withdraw out of you slowly as you mewl at the loss of contact, only to cry out when he pushes back in just as slowly.

Your whole body is trembling with want and need. Your legs automatically wrap around Jungkook’s tiny waist and lock, keeping him in place. Your breathing has somewhat returned to a point where you’re able to speak out what you need. “Faster Jungkook, I’m not going to break.”

The competitive side of Jungkook is unleashed at your words as he pulls out of you entirely and grabs each of your legs, unlocking them from behind his back with his strength.

You gulp at the actions, beginning to wonder if what you said was a great idea or the beginning of your downfall. You don’t get the chance to form a coherent answer before he pulls you off the hood and turns you around, back facing him.

“Get on your knees,” he demands.

Listening to his command, you decide that it’s best to listen to him as you start to lower yourself to the ground.

“No,” he stops you.

Not understanding what he means, you still in your half-bent position, until two hands guide your hips back towards the car, “climb, knees up here.”

He presses up behind you and pushes you over, bending you further down onto the hood of his car. Without hesitating, he grinds himself into your ass, making you feel his dick slide against your ass. “Tell me you want me. Beg for me.”

You swallow hard and look over your shoulder at the gorgeous stranger. “Please, I want this,” you try to entice him.

“Mmm, that doesn’t sound eager enough for me,” he teases in a disapproving tone, “maybe I’ll just have to leave you here and take care of myself.”

A cruel press of his cock head back at your entrance makes you freeze in place and moan. But the view of Jungkook twisting his cock in one hand and squeezing his balls in another was enough to encourage you further. “Please,” you put more effort into the word with a shake of your ass, “please Jungkook, I want you to fuck me. Need you to fuck me right here, right now.”

“Oh yes, baby, now that’s what I want to hear.”

Without wasting a moment, Jungkook’s hands scramble to place both on either side of your hips and sink his hard length into you in one swift motion. He bottoms out instantly, unlike his slow strokes earlier, earning a sound somewhere between a moan and a cry of pain at his size as his full length enters you.

“Fuck,” he throws his head back in ecstasy at the tight feeling of your lips around him, “are you always this fucking tight?”

You bite your lip, trying to hold in the small yelps attempting to fall from your lips as the small pains begin to turn into throes of pleasure. One of Jungkook’s hands that were previously on your hip was now spanking into your ass as he drew himself back, leaving just his cock head in.

“S–Stop teasing, j–just fuck me.”

Jungkook’s thrusts were long and rough, pulling out almost entirely with every thrust before slamming back deep into you. His hand on your hips keeps you from moving from your spot on the hood. A car flies by on the highway, roaring its horn as it passes at the scene of you both going at it in public in the middle of the highway in front of them. You moan and flex your ringed muscles around the cock sheathed deep inside your cunt as Jungkook stirs your insides, completely rearranging your guts.

“Fuck, did you just get wetter?” He keeps thrusting. “Does the thought of me fucking you so publicly for anybody to see turn you on, huh?”

There is no need for words. Your pussy releases new arousal, which Jungkook can see coating his dick whenever he slides out. He is quite literally milking you for everything you have.

“Holy shit, dirty girl.”

It isn’t surprising to know that you can feel your impending orgasm building, the knot tightening increasingly fast in your core. You’re reduced to nothing but a whimpering mess around Jungkook’s thick length as unshed tears now find their way past your lash line, messing up your makeup further.

“Jungkook, fuck, fuck, shit, Jungkook! I’m gonna cum,” you cry.

After a moment, his hand on your hip guides itself up to your back towards your neck, finding your strewn out hair and yanks your body backwards until the sweaty skin of your back is flush against Jungkook’s chest. The other hand curls around your body and makes it around your tits, squeezing one roughly in his hand before deeming himself done and moving on to the next one to give it the same rough treatment. Your head is thrown back in ecstasy. Never has anybody made you feel this way through sex. You’re fucked out, barely able to catch a breath when he pulls himself out of you only to slam back in twice as hard as the last. Your mouth is wide open in a silent scream as he continues to jackhammer into you, more passing vehicles circling by to witness the scene in front of them.

“Cum, come on, baby. I want you to cum around my cock in front of everybody who sees you. If you want to be a slut, cum like one.” The hand curled around your body has now found its way to your neck, lightly tilting your head around so you can face him from behind your shoulder as he fucks you to near completion. Whimpers, moans and cries continue to fall from your swollen lips at the feeling of his fingers tightening over the sides of your love bitten neck, controlling the amount of air passing through your lungs. A low growl of pleasure emanates from deep within Jungkook’s chest as he keeps his eyes on you the whole time, sending chills of excitement through your body. The hairs on your skin were standing tall, and you’re unsure if it is the cold weather nipping your bare skin or because nobody, ever, has fucked you like this.

You angle your sweaty neck to the side and open your eyes to stare back at Jungkook. His head comes down and attaches his red, swollen lips back to your own, tongue coming out and instantly wrapping around your own in a messy, languid kiss. His lips trace your jawline and down your shoulder to attack the exposed skin of your shoulder, sucking and pulling on the flesh with his teeth, ensuring he leaves more bruises, more bites. A yelp breaks through the night as he punctures the skin every so often.

“Yes, yes, there, right there,” you hiss as he ruts into you harder and deeper, the head of his cock abusing the opening to your cervix with every stroke. “Oh my - god, yes!” A scream tears through you as much as it can with his hand still tightly pressed into your throat. You begin to feel light-headed with the lack of oxygen as you feel yourself on the tip of your orgasm.

In response, he slowly trails his hand down your abdomen, grunting as he does so and finds your wet clit. He presses two fingers forcefully onto your bud and moves them in circular motions back and forth to bring you to your climax.

Your legs begin to shake. Your eyes squeeze tightly shut as you see nothing but black, white stars painting the inside of your eyelids as the force of your orgasm pushes through you.

Oversensitive and completely dazed by the immense pleasure he’s put your body through, your breathing is broken, your chest heaving for all the air your lungs can consume. The feeling of Jungkook still slamming into you through your orgasm has you keening, unsure if you can handle any more stimulation, but you’re determined to see it through until Jungkook finds his end.

Jungkook’s thrusts begin to turn sloppy as he continues to buck his hips against yours, sliding in and out of you with nothing but intense focus. The way his eyes lit up above you with the street lights of the highway was nothing short of stunning. Like he hangs up the stars in the night sky himself.

“W-want you to cum inside me J-Jungkook,” you hiccup.

The sound of a snort escapes his lips and fills the space between you both. “Well, I’m not going to cum all over such a beautiful thing, am I? The car deserves better than that, don’t you think?” The rhetorical question is left unanswered by you as he nears his high. “But a whore like you, mmm, shit. If you fuck like a whore, then you’ll be treated like a whore.”

You could hear his breaths get heavy behind you. “Fuck ____, I’m cumming.” All of a sudden, his thrusts turn hard and determined. All you can feel is his cock tighten within your slick walls. Your eyes roll back as he fucks you past your oversensitivity.

With no warning, you feel him still behind you, his hands back on your hips, stilling your movement as he spills his hot cum into your sodden pussy. Occasionally, his hips jerk and twitch with movement due his head-spinning throes of pleasure, forcing his warm, thick seed to leak out around his semi-hard cock and down between your thighs. The feeling of being filled with so much of his cum shows as your belly begins to slightly bulge out.

“Fuck, that was good,” he announces as he pulls himself out, watching his cum dribble out of you messily.

You turn back and watch as Jungkook fixes himself back into his pants, the sight of his skin with red blotches from exertion, his once slicked back hair now falling in front of his eyes sexily as strands stick to his forehead that is covered in sweat. He stood out in the crowd at the club, but now he looks incredible in his fucked out state. Your feet find the ground almost steadily as you try to recompose your still, slightly shaking body.

There are no words exchanged by the both of you, just awkward smiles and lazy eye contact with each other in the aftermath of your exhibitionist behaviour. It wasn’t until you see the change in Jungkook’s face that it manages to snatch you from your daydream. All of a sudden, he looks panic-stricken as he starts pacing back and forth in front of you.

“Jungkook–w—”

“____, get in the car.”

“What? Jungkook, what’s going on?”

And you hear it. The roaring sounds of sirens in the background. You turn your head and manage to see the flashes of red and blue lights in the distance down the highway. It wouldn’t be long until they’re speeding past you, but why is Jungkook so hellbent on getting you out of here?

It feels as if an ice bucket has been tipped over you with just how fast your body runs cold at the mere thought that they were in this direction for a reason. That reason is Jungkook.

“____, get in the car now or so help me God, I will leave you here.” His voice is urgent, desperate.

Turning back, you see him now pulling open the driver’s door and rushing to get inside the car. He takes one last look at the panic now on your features as the sirens grow louder the closer they get.

He grunts, kissing his teeth. The idea of being caught right now after having a good late-night fuck is pissing him off. Making his mind up, you see him pace towards you, gripping your wrist and tugging you towards his car himself. He opens the door and pushes you inside. Unlike his words, he wasn’t about to leave you stranded on the highway on your own. Jungkook might not be the greatest person, but he sure isn’t a monster. Entirely.

From your seat, you hear the door slam next to you and see him run back round to his seat.

“Put your seatbelt on.” And you do as you’re told with shaky hands, eventually hearing it click.

You take one look in the front mirror and then back into the wing mirror at your side, the lights now dangerously close to the two of you. You had two minutes maximum before you were surrounded, and the thought had a new patch of tears gathering in your eyes. Fear and fright consume you wholly. Who is this man you’re sitting next to? Who is this man who just fucked you in plain sight?

“Hey.” The voice snaps you out of your thoughts. Jungkook places his hand on your face, and his thumb gently caresses your wet cheeks, wiping at your shed tears. “You’re going to be okay, alright Do you trust me?”

You’re unsure why, but you nod your head. He gives you a closed-lip smile and lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to your knuckles. It might be the gentle look in his eyes, the stars that glinted earlier making their way back and allowing you to feel somewhat comfortable in his presence.

He lowers your hand onto the gear stick on the centre console and presses on the button on the dashboard. The car roars and thunders back to life, the lights illuminating the wet ground once again as he lowers his hand on top of yours that is still tightly clutching the gear stick. He steps on the accelerator, and suddenly the car pulls out and speeds down the highway. The supercar reaches 150 km/hour in no time as Jungkook swerves in and out of lanes, watching as the blues and reds further themselves into the distance.

“I’m glad you trust me. You’re stuck with me now, Jagiya.”

And as much as that scares you, it excites you all the more.

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littlesniggy · 3 years

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Hey could i request an Ace x female!reader scenario where she is Whitebeard’s biological daughter and the “little sister” of the crew. And she gets pregnant by Ace but nobody knows about it because they kept their relationship secret. So while the crew are eating lunch, the reader suddenly stands up and announces her pregnancy without giving Ace a warning (he already knew about it but didnt expect her s/o to say it outloud) So he just sits there all nervous while the crew is interrogating the reader about who is the father so they can kill him . Also i imagine whitebeard just choking on his beer for the shocking news lol.Srry if its too especific, change wtv u want about it.

Hello! Thank you for requesting! I hope I wrote everything to your liking. I probably went a little too much into Whitebeard's reaction but oh well...Please enjoy!

Pairing: Ace x female! reader

Crew's and Whitebeard's reaction to reader announcing her pregnancy

Word count: 1.2k

“I’m pregnant, Ace.” He thought those words had caught him completely off guard. Your slightly trembling voice, your insecure tone, your harried eyes, darting from him to the wall behind him and back to him again; and he couldn’t say a word. Thinking about it now, he felt bad about his reaction but he was simply stunned. The first thing that had come to his mind was: How?

Of course, Ace knew how babies were made but didn’t you to use contraception? Sure, there was always a risk when having sex but Ace would’ve never thought he’d come into such a precarious situation.

The lack of speech had you think it was a bad idea; you should’ve never told him in the first place and just gotten rid of it. But you didn’t want to. You’ve already made up your mind that you would get the baby, if Ace wanted to or not. You wouldn’t even push him to be part of its life if he didn’t want to.

Ace noticed you becoming more insecure by the second and snapped back from his thoughts. “Hey, hey. Why that face?” he asked, trying to smile encouraging even though he felt insecure himself. “That’s great. It just came so…suddenly, y’know?” he said honestly, putting a hand on your cheek, stroking it your skin lightly.

“I know. I’m sorry to just tell you like this. But better now than never. I was shocked myself.” You admitted, leaning into his touch. A huge burden was being lifted from your shoulders and you were glad that Ace accepted it like this. Now came the difficult part though – how should you tell your father, Whitebeard?

Ace nearly choked when you announced your pregnancy to the crew out of nowhere. He stared at you wide eyed, face an unhealthy red. Did you catch him off guard back then? Absolutely. Did he think you could manage that again? Absolutely not. Was this announcement to your friends and family even worse? Holy shit, yes! Why didn’t you give him a heads up, an early warning? Anything, really!

All eyes were on you, a small smile on your lips. Marco was the first one to clear his throat. “W-what did you say?” he tried to get affirmation that he just misheard but you didn’t do him this favor. “I said, I’m pregnant.” You repeated yourself as if nothing was wrong with this statement.

Ace looked over the faces of his friends, some were shocked, some were angry, and some just had a blank expression. He didn’t want to look over to Whitebeard but he just had to take a quick look.

The old man was sitting at the head-side of the table, with a huge bottle of booze in his hand and completely frozen in place. Ace wasn’t sure if he even was still alive. Maybe the old man had a heart attack? Not too uncommon for people his age.

And suddenly, there was a lot of commotion on the table. Everyone was talking over each other, asking you questions over questions without waiting for an answer.

“Who did this to you?” “Did you get hurt?” “Tell us the name of this bastard!” “We will hunt him down, cut his dick off and present it to the sea monsters as some kind of offering!”

Every pair of eyes looked at the person who just said the last suggestion in confusion. “What?” Marco asked, bewildered from this comment. “I-I was just thinking…never mind.” The man said and sat back down, drinking his beer in silence. The pairs of eyes were shortly after back on you, everyone expecting an answer.

“Whoever this bastard is should run far, far away.” The deep voice of your father sounded from the far end. Apparently, no heart attack. Ace thought to himself. You looked at Whitebeard with a small smile on your lips, shaking your head.

“And why should he?” you wanted to know, intending on making Ace sweat a little more for the time being. It was kind of your revenge for him being silent for so long when you told him. It was petty, you knew but in your eyes you got a free pass. After all, you were going to go through a lot of pain in the end.

“Because once I get him into my hands I will personally crush this man with all I’ve got. So I hope he’s already on the run.” Whitebeard was mad. Not, because you were pregnant but because someone dared to touch his beloved daughter. Ace swallowed hard and looked over to you with a slightly pleading look on his face.

“So, you would crush your second division commander? That would be a shame. You’d loose one of your best men.” Silence. Aces’ eyes were wide open and his face said it all. How can she say this so nonchalantly?! Is she out of her mind?! Every single pair of eyes were now on him, disbelief written all over them. You could hear a pin drop; nobody dared to speak up.

“So, you’re the one who touched my precious daughter, Ace?” Whitebeard slowly got up from his seat, his heavy footsteps rumbling through the boat. “W-well….I-I can explain, pops.” Ace also got up from his place, slowly backing away with a shaky smile on his face, hands held up in defense.

“Really? Let me hear your excuse, then.” Whitebeard was standing in front of him, and it was the first time Ace felt intimidated by his captain. But before he could say anything you came between them, taking Aces’ hand and holding it tightly.

“We’ve been dating for quite some time now. We just thought it’d be better if nobody knew.” You said, looking up at your father.

Whispering could be heard from the rest of the crew at this revelation. Whitebeard raised an eyebrow. “For quite some time, huh? Why didn’t you tell me, Y/n? I’m your father.” Did he sound hurt? Or were you just mistaking? Either way, you felt guilty. “We just thought it’d be best for the crew if nobody knew. We didn’t want to cause disturbances on the ship.”

Whitebeard stayed silent for a moment, then looked behind you to Ace who immediately tensed up. “If you do anything and hurt my daughter or my grandchild in any way I will make my words from earlier come true. I can always get a new second division commander.” There was a small smile on his lips as he turned back to return to his seat.

You turned around to Ace and gave him a quick peck on his cheek. “Why are you so tense? Everything went great!” you said innocently, pulling him back to the table where the rest of the crew was waiting to ask you two more questions. Before you two sat down, this time next to each other, Ace whispered into your ear. “Someone’s getting punished later on, Y/n. You almost gave the old man a heart attack, y’know?” he chuckled but was silenced by you almost immediately. “Just cause you’ll become a father doesn’t mean you have to call yourself ‘old man’.” Knowing full well he meant Whitebeard.

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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two beautiful girls

someone asked for me to try dad!tom again so here's my humble attempt, I really really hope it doesn't disappoint but honestly I didn’t spend a lot of time on it before my brain turned to mush :) hope everyones okay... today seems to have felt particularly shitty for no real reason, but sending lots o love <3

dad!tomholland x reader

Summary: dealing with your daughter while tom’s away is tricky to say the least, but its all worth it when the three of u are reunited again // fluff (and maybe angst if u squint rlly hard)

(I can’t work out where this pic is from to credit but pls lmk if it’s yours/ u know)

Normally, hearing the door turn in the lock of your front door was one of the best sensations in the world. No matter how long Tom had been away for you would always be filled with such a sense of relief and warmth just by knowing he was there. Sometimes it’d be after he left only a couple of hours previous for a two hour meeting; or after a quick long weekend in New York for an event; ranging to a two and half month block of shooting across the globe. Especially since little Nova was born, your longing for Tom was only quadrupled because you also had a complete ‘daddy’s girl’ pining after him too.

Tom had only been away for a couple of nights, yet your 18 month daughter seemed to think she’d been abandoned for months on end. She had slept for less than 6 hours each day and as much as you tried to appeal to her wise and intellectual side (which didnt really exist - she was only 18 months) that sleep would pass the time till his return ; she was having absolutely none of it. Nova kept you up for hours and hours, screaming, screeching and wailing because you weren’t as ‘funny’ as daddy or as soft as her daddy. And what does a sleep deprived baby lead to…? A grumpy baby. She refused to eat which was so awful because then you felt as if you were neglected your child.

It just made you feel a bit of a failure, to be quite frank. The house was a mess - you’d tried almost every toy to cheer her up, which Nova had actually found great joy in launching back at your face in spite. You were a mess too - at one point, who knows when, you had tied your hair back but now flyaways were everywhere as it pulled itself out of the grasp of the too-loose scrunchie. Oh and then there was the babyfood Nova had kindly spat all over your shirt.

It had been a really fun three days.

It was therefore counter intuitive, the fact that Tom’s homecoming only filled you with dread. But you didnt want him to think your were a failure. You were supposed to be Novas mum after all, why must things be so hard when they’re supposed to be all natural and easy? She hadn’t even reached the terrible twos phase yet - that seemed like a far off hellish nightmare you were trying to avoid thinking of. Of course, you loved loved loved Nova - she was already growing up so fast that it actually hurt your heart a little, to think of how much in even a week she’d grown.

But it was still fair to say she’d been a little devil this week.

This evening you had finally managed to tempt her to sit in the high chair, she’d had about two mouthfuls when you heard Tom entering. Thats exactly what you needed, Tom to get her all over excited so she wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t go down and wouldn’t let you rest. In the madness of it all, you hadn’t managed to even attempt to clean up the sea of toys either so Tom would immediately have all your failings before his eyes. Just bloody great.

“Where are my two beautiful girls?”

Like clockwork, he’d always say it and Nova would always gurgle out a “dada” just as she did today. Though this time she kicked her legs in desperation, momentarily looking at you with the kindest eyes she’d given you the week. It was only because she wanted something, you knew that, yet you still gave in. With a sigh you stood up and unclipped her from the high chair, even if this was the first time in a good few days she’d been happily eating her dinner. Or rather, had taken the single first bite.

She had something to show her Dad though. When he’d left she still didnt have certain skills, capabilities that only now she had learnt. Nova was very proud of her knew ability to kick things - recently discovered when you were attempting to put her shoes on to go to the supermarket. Instead, after 5 attempts of her impressively booting them across the room you’d surrendered - Nova walked round the shops barefoot (probably a bit irresponsible on your part but desperation calls).

So now she giggled whilst hurtling through the room, as Tom rounded the corner in grey joggers and a black hoodie. You watched his eyes light up, whilst he knelt down at the door way to welcome your curly haired princess into his arms. With all her force, she barrelled into him , her little arms wrapping as far around his broad chest as she could. Immediately Tom reciprocated, pulling her up into his arms and swaying slightly side to side.

“Hey little one, I missed you!” He was positively grinning from ear to ear as he rose the two of them up , pressing a quick peck to her unruly locks.

Only then did he look up and survey the surrounding situation, you saw him track his eyes through the mess of toys on the floor, over the counter top piled high with dishes you hadn’t got round to doing and the bin that was overflowing because you just had kept putting off taking it out. It was so embarrassing that you daren’t to even look at him, instead focusing completely on mixing the now lukewarm mush you’d made for Nova round the bowl. Tom slowly picked his way through the hazardous floor, inspecting you closely. It honestly made him feel a pang of guilt, the way you looked beyond exhausted and run down - the dark shadows under your eyes only testament to that.

“Hey darling.” He spoke softly, keeping Nova pressed to his chest in one arm while the other went to rub your side. “You okay?” Not wanting to disappoint him, you momentarily collected yourself before looking up at him with the a small smile.

“Yeh I’m good. How was the flight?” You knew Tom already saw past your attempt of small talk, the was his eyebrows furrowed slightly being the tell. But before he could question you further Nova started wriggling round in his hold, making him arch back to look at her.

“Have you been a good girl for mummy little one?” Given your defeated look, Tom was pretty sure he already knew the answer - Nova chose instead of confirming either way to just wriggle some more as she shouted Dada.

“What you doing crazy?” He chuckled rhetorically, bending down to let her out of his hold, where she then dragged him across the room to the foam mini ball she had. With her still slightly uncoordinated gait, she focused her eyes completely on the ball, her tongue slightly poking out the left corner of her mouth. Then with a forceful yelp she smashed the ball upwards and across the room, flying into a closed cupboard door before bouncing down to the floor. Expectantly Nova’s hazel eyes immediately then searched for her Dad’s - a massive smirk on her face.

“NO WAY NOVA!!!” He shrieked, running and scooping her up once again, this time spinning her round so her legs flew out- her giggles enough to warm even the coldest heart of stone. “Your right foot is better than Manes!” He laughed, though neither girl in the room getting the football reference- Tom had long since given up hope of you getting invested in football, no matter how hard he had tried. “You’re gonna be the best little footballer Kingston has ever seen!”

Nova seemed more than fulfilled with his praise, laughing and settling down in his hold whilst he straightened up glancing back at you again.

“She’s learning so fast.” You mumbled up at him and Tom nodding, taking a seat in the chair next to you.

“She’s got a pretty impressive teacher!” He tried so hard to perk you up, nudging your side as his gaze felt as though he was boring holes into you.

Not knowing how to reply to his compliment you left it and the room faded to silence briefly, the atmosphere feeling rather uncomfortable for your marital home.

“Do you mind finishing off her dinner if I take a shower?” You muttered under your breath, wanting an escape.

Naturally Tom agreed, even if he watched you walk out the room with a worrisome expression on his face. He knew his job wasn’t easy for you at all. It had been hard enough when it has just the two of you, the long periods apart bore longer on you. Over the time Tom had been acting, he’d become somewhat used to these long periods of absence, it had just become the usual. But for you? You working a normal job meant it was harder. You couldn’t go on double dates with your friends - half the time you boyfriend was across a sea from you. Now though, with Nova, you’d lost someone you grew to depend on. Yes, it might only be for briefer periods of time but it still didn’t feel any easier. He was effectively leaving you to be a single mother and although his family obviously endeavoured to support you in every way possible. It just wasn’t the same.

So whilst Nova babbled excitedly her mostly gibberish in the highchair, Tom spent the time sweeping round the kitchen/diner , collecting up the toys into their boxes, loading up the dishwasher and wiping clean the surfaces - all whilst entertaining Nova with brief ‘no reallys’?” And “what ! That’s unbelievable’ and “so what did you tell them?” In response to her baby language babble. His fiery daughter was distracted by the food and one sided chat for all of 20 minutes, letting him just about finish up before she grew impatient of some more attention.

“So what did you get up to then little miss nuisance?” He asked while wiping her mouth which was now smeared with her tomatoey gloop.

“Went park. Mummy made cookies!!”

“Cookies? No way can I have one?” He did honestly fancy the sound of a cookie, and after lifting her out the seat and onto his lap he looked round the kitchen in search of the baked goods.

“No.” She giggled with a mischievous twinkle in her eye “all gone!!”

“What?!?”

“All gone! Mummy and me drawed too look!” She pointed out the multicoloured scribble of uncoordinated lines spiralling together that had been stuck on the fridge.

“Oooh that’s beautiful darling what else did you do?”

“Mummy and me played paw patrol! Mummy was silly!” Nova laughed at the memory, Tom squeezing her up into his chest again loving how bloody precious she was.

“Why was mummy silly?”

“She did Ryders voice! Mummy voice is better than Daddy’s!”

“WHAT?!?” Shrieking in offence, Tom tickled her belly until she was squirming on the top of his thighs in fits of laughter, making Tom laugh away too.

He truly loved his beautiful daughter.

It took you a good couple of hours to venture downstairs, feeling for some ludicrous reason that you had to pluck up the courage. When you went down, you assumed that Nova had already passed out or was about to - the house was serene and quiet. So in your joggers and one of Tom’s big tees, you crept back down the stairs. Entering the kitchen first to get yourself a water and Tom a beer ( he never didn’t want a beer, especially after a long flight). As you entered, your feet seemed to loose their connection with you body making you halt jerkily, seeing the almost sparkling kithchen. All the toys and general clutter was gone from the floor; the dishes magically vanished, revealing a counter that you’d almost forgotten had existed. What you had done to deserve Tom was beyond you, yet you were so grateful - and felt a flutter inside your chest as you went back out and into the living room.

Tom had Nova sat on his thighs, though she was more like slumped against his chest as he tried to lull her to sleep with his deep voice quietly reading one of her superhero books. It had been unavoidable - she’d been indoctrinated into the world of Marvel before she could even talk, Tom insisting on wanting her to know that ‘she could be a superhero too if she wanted to’. The Spiderman baby grow, the captain marvel water bottle- the subtle nods to his roles where impossible to avoid in your house. His warm eyes briefly flicked up when he noticed you standing at the doorway, he paused his sentence to give you a warm smile and nod you over to the sofa beside him. Still feeling a little self conscious, you stared at the floor while rounding the table and plonking yourself down next to him - allowing just a little gap of space.

“Thanks for sorting the kitchen, I’m sorry-“

“Don’t worry at all darling” He arched over to you and pressed a quick peck to your forehead before Nova mewled in annoyance of her story being interrupted. He lightly chuckled, bringing the one hand that wasn’t holding the book to brush her unruly curls back off her head.

Tom kept reading in his soft voice and you let your eyes slip close, just enjoying the peace that you hadn’t experienced in what felt like a lifetime as Tom’s voice lightly hummed through your head. That was until Nova decieded to interrupt the calm just once more. She grumbled insistently and squirmed in her Dads lap, before heavily pulling her head up and blinking at you - holding her arms out expectantly.

“Think she wants her mum” Tom whispered, already lifting her over to you as you sat slightly bemused by the whole situation. Tom was home, her daddy was home, why did she want you? Tom laughed at your quizzical face as Nova burrowed her nose into you neck, letting out a contented huff. “My girls huh?”

“I promise you this is the first time this weekend she’s acknowledged me as anything more than mrs truchbull!”

“Well she’s spent all evening telling me about how good you are at baking and how your paw patrol voices are better than mine.” He murmured his words lowly, so as not to disturb Nova who was already asleep on your chest.

“She did?”

“She loves her mum… almost as much as I do” Chuckling, Tom wrapped his arm round you, pulling the both of you down to his chest while you swore your heart was exploding.

“I love you too Tommy”

Safe to say you and Nova were both exhausted, so after an almost shamefully short time your head rested heavier and heavier on Tom’s shoulder whilst he aimlessly carded his fingers through the ends of your hair. You really were an exceptionally amazing mother, before Nova Tom assumed he couldn’t love you anymore and yet seeing you cuddled up to his baby girl - his feelings for you could only grow infinitely. Making the executive decision to not move either of you upstairs to bed, he instead reached over to grab the blanket. He draped it over himself and his two best girls, choosing to stay in that magical moment for as long as possible.

He loved his beautiful family of three.

And tess … Tess too ;)

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #dad!tom #Tom Holland x y/n

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words-for-holland · 3 years

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Christmas Admirers Teaser |T.H.

Pairing: Fratboy!Tom x Reader

Summary: Tom Holland and Y/N have never crossed each other’s paths in the 3 years of their college career. but can a silly letter change all that?

Loosely Inspired by Dash & Lily and every other cheesy Hallmark Christmas Rom-Com Movie out there.

A/N: This wont be a series but this story is going to be really long when it’s done but tbh not sure if Im really like how its coming...Ha...ha.. But I’ll still do a taglist for this when it’s completed so feel free to add yourself if you’d like.

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Wanna Play a Game?

All it took was one bright red letter and four words to intrigue the most beloved, foreign exchange student of New York University, Tom Holland. If his name sounds familiar to you, then you already know the answer to the question that just popped in your head. Yes, not only was Tom Holland a well renowned actor, he was also a student exploring the wonders of college along with his best friend Harrison. Some say he was only attending to prepare for a role, others say he did it to have his fun with sorority girls, and a very small percentage believed he was actually trying to get his degree in theater. Whatever the reason, college life suited him well, being the head of the Beta Gamma Sigma Fraternity, living the bachelors life with a new girl around his arm every week, but it was all the same...until he found that red letter sticking out of an abandoned shelf in the Potter’s Library.

He remembered it clearly, the day he found it. Tom had reluctantly arrived at the Library assuming his mates would be there to actually study for an exam they had this upcoming week. Lord knows if they didn’t pass this final with at least a C this semester, they would surely relive the nightmares with Professor Gonpu in the next. Yet to no surprise, none of them came and ditched last minute as the pool of messages started to flood his phone.

“Great.” Tom muttered to himself as he took a seat at the far right corner of the library. The area was empty, and as he slouched on the wooden chair and pushed it back, the boy hadn’t realize how close to the empty shelf he was. With a single thud, came a small red letter floating above and gently making its way down to his lap. The inviting words peaked his interest, and while he checked both front and back for a name, the letter should have been addressed to...there was none. He unfolded it and read it to himself.

Do you want a play a game?

You seem like the type of person that has nothing better to do, so let’s make it a little more interesting. I wont tell you who I am, but if I deem you worthy...I just might.

Still with me?

I’ll give you five clues to figure out this location. Everything you need is here in the Library. And...if you even think about using that phone, you might as well put this letter back where you found it. After all.. you’re in a library and it’s got all the information you need. Ready?

Tom looked at it puzzled by the words. “Do people actually do this shit?”, he thought to himself. He continued to read on, examining each clue and the 5 lines next to them.

1. You’ll find your first clue, deals with a tragic romance. He had all the money in the world but never ends up with the one he loves.

“Too easy.” Tom smiled to himself as he quickly looked for The Great Gatsby. He referenced the red letter seeing only 3 spaces for the first clue. “Jay” he whispered to himself, as he triumphantly wrote out the words.

2. Know what else is more shitty than dying and not having the love your life? Writing a depressing poem about the love your life dying. Or as Poe would imagine, a beautiful maiden by the sea.

He smirked at the line, knowing fully well the poem that the mysterious letter was referencing, and quickly headed to the poetry section. Tom scanned the row of books, until the black book with white lettering caught his eye. Flipping through the broken pages, he found exactly what he was looking for. “In this kingdom by the sea, but we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee.” he muttered the lines, a smile slowly creeping up. Tom writes out the word “Lee” in the 3 lettered blank. “Tragic Romance, how typical.” he says to himself. Though his voice was laced with disinterest, it was Tom’s favorite poem, but he’d never tell anyone that.

It continued on this rhythm of deciphering clues and running around the Library like a chicken without a head to figure out what the letter wanted from Tom. He had been so focused that his plan to study for Gonpu’s final and meeting with the fraternity has completely flown out the window. As of now, Tom’s main priority was to find the answers to the letter’s puzzling challenge. Maybe, if he answered it, he would know who the mysterious writer was.

Then it happened. The last clue was solved, as Tom quickly wrote out the final word, examining his work and trying to make sense of what he found. There were no other instructions left on the letter which only made Tom more puzzled. It wasn’t a name. It wasn’t a thing. It was a place on campus. Jay Lee’s Coffee Lounge, the most serene coffee spot you’ll ever find in NYU. It offered all the essentials needed to focus and complete your work all with a side of great cold brew made in house. People say it’s NYU’s best kept secret, but really it’s because students will rarely go since it’s so out of the way.

He made it to the shop after thirty minutes, and stepped into the calm atmosphere. The smell of gingerbread lattes hit him once he opened the doors, and soft chatter between students filled the air. He looked around the area in hopes to find the person who wrote the letter. Perhaps they were waiting for him, but it was unlikely since Tom wasn’t even sure if the letter was written that same day. For all he knew, he could be wasting his time, and yet....it didnt feel like it. Almost as if he felt he was meant to be here.

“Mate, what are you doing here?!” Tom followed the robust British voice as he whipped his head to the counter. His best friend Harrison, dressed in a Jay Lee’s short sleeved shirt.

“Harrison? You...work here?” He asked voice filled with confusion. Not once did Harrison tell Tom about his side job. In fact it was almost offensive to think the blonde hair bloke would even it hide it from him.

“Yeah...I didn’t really tell anyone because well you know, it’s the last place people would expect a frat to be working in. Reputations and all...What about you? I didn’t think this place was your type of thing.” he asked.

“It’s not...” he paused for a moment, debating on whether to tell Harrison what he found. If it led Tom here, Harrison might know who wrote the letter. He hoped it was girl...God he really hoped it was. “Actually, I was at the library today waiting for you divs --”

“Oh yeah sorry mate.” Harrison looked at Tom apologetically.

“No, its fine really. But I found something interesting, and --”

“Tom, if it’s another blonde wannabe model, I --”

“Bloody hell, Harrison just listen to me. I..” Tom paused for a moment to quickly check his surroundings before pulling up the red paper. “I found this red letter. Made me go on bloody goose chase and led me here. You dont happen to know anything about this do you?”

Harrison took the letter and examined it thoroughly reading the lines word for word and the notes Tom made next to them. He was just as intrigued, but unfortunately shook his head, unsure of the answer to Tom’s question as well. “Sorry, Mate. I have no clue. Never seen anyone here writing out a red letter before.”

Tom held the letter, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Was this it? Did he really just waste a whole 3 hours in the library and 30 minutes worth of gas for nothing? “I just dont understand.” he muttered.

“Look if you really think the person that wrote this letter wanted you to be here, why don’t you just write a message in it and post it on the corkboard? Im working the entire week, so I’ll keep an eye on who grabs it and let you know.“

It didnt seem like a half bad plan, Tom nodded in agreement and grabbed a pen from his bag, writing his reply in the empty space, the mysterious writer was so kind enough to leave. He posted it on the corkboard, and turned back to his friend.

“Dont forget.” Tom pleaded.

“I wont mate.”

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine

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wkemeup · 5 years

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Fireworks

summary: Bucky Barnes doesn’t do crowds. He certainly doesn’t do fireworks. But he’d follow you just about anywhere.

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: PTSD symptoms, panic attack, a very sweet bucky

author’s note: So I had no intentions of writing anything for today until I woke up at 6am and had this idea and couldn’t fall back asleep. This fic is shorter than my usual and didnt go through the pretty long drafting/editing period as my other fics, but I hope you like it just the same! ❣️

“Bucky you have to come with us,” you urged light-heartedly, tugging on his sleeve as he kept himself planted on the couch; nose deep in To Kill a Mockingbird, the lasted book on the line of a long list you had written up for him. A smile pulled at his lips, though he made every effort to suppress it.

He allowed his eyes to glance up to you over the top of his book to find you dressed in a red and white striped blouse that tied at your waist, revealing just an ounce of skin above your jean skirt, a red bandana in your hair tied up away from your face, and press on tattoos of Steve’s shield and the American flag on your cheeks. Bucky did his best to hide how endearing he found you.

“It’s Steve’s birthday, too, you know,” you drawled out, pulling out your last resort with a slight whine in your voice as you purse your lips into a frown. Puppy dog eyes and all, even Bucky had a hard time holding his ground.

“I’m not good at this kind of stuff, doll,” Bucky finally admits, setting the book down on his lap. He sent you an apologetic smile, mouth pressed out into a thin line. “You have fun for me, won’t you?”

You eventually nod, though your heart breaks a little every time Bucky shoots you down politely, keeping himself isolated and alone at every opportunity. He hid under the disguise of soft smiles, of wanting to finish his latest read, or the certain knowledge he carried that his presence would only end up being unwanted. He was wrong, and you told him so every time, but Bucky Barnes was a stubborn man.

“Ok Buck. You know where we’ll be if you change your mind,” you reply, careful to hide the hurt in your voice though Bucky picked up on it rather quickly. You brush your hand over his hair, the only person he ever let do that, and retreated over to the elevator to meet the rest of the team.

Bucky watched as you disappeared, swallowing back the guilt in his chest every time he had to say no to you.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go, didn’t want to spent time with you, because he did. He latched onto every moment he could get with you. But there was something about large crowds and the Fourth of July particularly that didn’t sit well with him.

He knew you’d stand next to him the entire time, keep yourself at just the right distance away in case he needed an escape or something to ground himself to. You’d done it for him in the few times he had allowed himself to venture out to these public events Stark put together, but it never ended well for him.

He’d either end up having a panic attack in closet by himself after he ran from you in the brief moment your back was turned or he’d have to struggle simply to endure the whispers of Tony’s guests mumbling about whether he deserved to join the avengers after all he’d done and if he was even still human at all. Sometimes he wondered that himself.

Bucky let out a heavy breath. The tower was always so quiet when you were gone. He used to enjoy the quiet. Somewhere, along the line since he met you, that had begun to change.

He missed your laugh as it echoed down the hall, the sweet sound of your voice as you teasing argued with Sam over the last bowl of cereal, the soft patter of your footsteps upon the hardwood floors in the early hours of the morning to make the first pot of coffee.

Bucky tried to concentrate on his book instead of the image of you in the back of his mind, but found he could hardly get past the next page. He chewed on his lower lip, willing himself to at least finish the chapter. You had so many books on his list for him to read and he wanted every excuse to make you smile, and nothing did that quite like when he finished one of your favorite novels and you could finally talk about it with him. The excitement in your face, the passion behind your words; it was enough to make his heart sore.

His concentration was shot.

Bucky groaned, setting the book down on the coffee table, and found himself glancing back towards the elevator.

“No, don’t be an idiot,” he grumbled to himself, getting up to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. Even as he poured the water to his glass, brought it to his lips, and drank it dry, he still couldn’t seem to pull his eyes away from where you had left.

“Shit,” he cursed, the weight of the realization that he’d follow you just about anywhere heavy on his chest, even if it was to some glorified propaganda style event with a crap-ton of people that were guaranteed to set him on edge.

Bucky set the glass in the sink and stalked off over to his room. A quick glance through his closet and he didn’t seem to have much along the times of America themed attire. His red henley, the only bit of color in a sea of black clothing, sat at the bottom of his laundry basket. Couldn’t be easy for him, could it?

So, he found himself in Steve’s closet. He rummaged through the motorcycle jackets, the white button down dress shirts, the series of navy skin tight t-shirts, until he found the shirt he was looking for. It was a loose fitting, heather blue t-shirt with the Captain America insignia at the center. You had bought it for Steve jokingly after he found out about his merch line.

Bucky pulled the shirt over his head and adjusted the bottom as it sat on the edge of his jeans. He caught a quick glimpse of himself in the mirror and grimaced at how silly he felt. Grabbing his navy bomber and shrugging it over his shoulders to hide the reflection of his left arm, he did his best to exhale away the nerves in his stomach. He shook his head, not giving himself another chance to back out, and made his way to the elevator.

The streets of New York were always busy, but it seemed that everyone was out tonight. Back before the war, Bucky had loved the Fourth of July; the picnics in the park, the celebration of the country he had loved, the hot dogs and hamburgers, the fireworks.

These days, crowds weren’t his friend and the fireworks presented a problem all their own, though he did his best to push that to the back burner for now.

Bucky twisted his way through the upstream of pedestrians, keeping his head down and hands tucked into his pockets to avoid recognition. He wasn’t too far away. He’d only have to spend another few minutes on his own before you’d find a way to help calm him down. He tried to focus on the smile upon your face when you realized he came. The thought alone was enough to make the corners of his lips twitch up.

By the time Bucky found himself in yet another elevator, this time on his way up to the rooftop where he’d be sure to find the rest of the team, his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. The doors parted to an influx of Bruce Springsteen playing over the speakers, the loud chatter of the guests, and the sizzling of the grill to his left.

Bucky stepped out into the crowd, hands clenching in his pockets as he searched for you amongst the sea of faces. He kept himself still, just waiting for the moment you’d come into view, when suddenly a hand clamped down on his shoulder. It nearly set off his defenses enough to rip the arm off whoever laid a hand on him when he turned around to find Steve staring at him.

“Wow, Buck, I didn’t think you’d make it,” Steve grinned, looking him over and his eyes narrowed on his shirt. He lifted an eyebrow quizzically. “Is that my shirt?”

“It’s all I could find,” Bucky grumbled, offering Steve an apologetic glance though he brushed it off rather quickly as he swung an arm around Bucky’s back. Bucky sighed, trying to let himself relax. “Is everyone here?”

“Everyone but Sam,” Steve replied. “He usually gets a cabin out in the woods on the Fourth. You know, to get away from the fireworks and stuff.”

“Right,” Bucky nodded, exchanging a kind of knowing look with Steve.

“Y/n should be over by the bar,” Steve said after a moment, a smirk upon his face letting Bucky know he was fully aware of the reason why he was at this party and it wasn’t for him. He didn’t seem to mind much at all. “Try to have a good time, Buck.”

Bucky pressed his lips into a thin line, the best he could do for right now, as Steve disappeared back into the crowd towards Natasha who was waiting for him by a table with a series of cups standing in the shape of a pyramid and waving a ping pong ball in her hand.

Clenching at his jaw, Bucky turned back to the crowd. It took a moment longer, but then he spotted you standing by the edge of the roof, leaning against the barrier as you sipped from your drink. Bucky found himself smiling, his heart rate already coming back down, before he could realize it. He carefully weaved his way through the crowd until he stood just behind you.

“The city’s real pretty from up here,” he said casually, watching as your shoulders froze at the sound of his voice. You set the glass down on the wall and turned ever so slowly to face him, as if you were worried your ears were playing tricks on you.

The smile that curved up on your lips, the light in your eye, was enough to make Bucky’s knees weak. You shouted his name, half-laughing as you swung your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you as you squeezed him. He chuckled, letting his arms drape over your waist as he caught the scent of your shampoo in your hair.

“You’re here!” you exclaimed giddily, pulling back enough to see his face. He nodded, trying to act more nonchalant than he felt. You ran your hand over his shoulder, somehow still able to sense the tenseness in his muscles even under layers of clothes. “I’m proud of you, Buck.”

“Yeah, well, it was about time I got out of that tower, huh?”

“I’m really glad you did. This’ll be so much more fun now that you’re here!” you replied, grabbing a hold of his hand to drag him over to the table where Steve and Natasha were throwing ping pong balls into plastic cups full of beer. He tried to ignore the jolt in his heart at the feeling of your hand in his. “Come on, Buck! We’re going to destroy Steve and Nat in beer pong.”

An hour later, and you were right. Bucky never missed a shot. Nat had complained that he was a sniper and that put her and Steve at a disadvantage, to which you argued back that Steve was a super solider and Nat was a world class assassin. It all seemed to even out alright when Nat brought up the fact that you were trained by Clint before you were even a Shield agent.

It was coming up on ten o’clock, when the crowd began to gather over by the edge of the roof. Bucky narrowed his eyes, watching as everyone seemed to know what was happening before he did.

“What’s going on?” he asked you as you began to drag him over to the edge of the crowd, standing just enough away that he could still be a part of it with standing too close to the strangers. He appreciated you more than he could ever say aloud.

“Fireworks,” you replied with an excited grin as bright as your eyes.

Bucky swallowed, forcing out a smile, and turned away from you to face the night sky before you could see the panic in his features.

He’d dealt with fireworks before, heard them in the distance on unexpected nights in the tower. They never triggered him into the winter soldier but they did find a way to bring his heart up to a rate that felt like it could pump right out of his chest and onto the floor at his feet, make his breathing so tight he could hardly get air in, and brings thick line of sweat to his brow.

Tonight though, he’d find a way through it, he decided. For you.

When the first one shot into the sky, he had to admit it was beautiful; red and gold sparkled amongst the dark blue of the sky, peppering amongst the stars. He only flinched a little.

The second one was bigger, completely gold in color and it seemed to last for eternity as the colors brushed upon the darkness like tinsel. He tried to focus on the beauty of it, on the ‘ooo’s and ‘aww’s of the crowd, but found that the booming sound settled too deep in his chest. He hadn’t even noticed your hand slip into his.

After a few minutes, he couldn’t even look at the fireworks anymore, unable to find the beauty in the sparkling colors when he was wincing at every thunderous explosion.

A flash of the trenches in France, to the roar of the train, to the bombs that took out his friends in Germany; dozens of images clouded his mind, bringing him far away from the rooftop garden. His chest was aching, heart pounding painfully through his veins, and he found himself stepping back, retreating away from the crowd. He couldn’t hear your worried voice call his name, not with the pounding in his ears.

Bucky couldn’t quite focus on where he was going, breaths catching in his lungs and unable to find air despite the rapid intake of his breathing. He stumbled through the sliding glass doors, searching desperately for a dark space, somewhere isolated, somewhere he could get a grip before someone noticed.

That’s when he felt a gentle tugging on his hand. He couldn’t quite make out what it was, his vision blurring, as his feet led him through the loft. Then, he was ushered into a back room and helped to the bed where his aching legs gave out. The door to the room was closed and the explosions were muffled.

Hands brushed along his thighs, then up the sides of his arms to cup at his face. He was breathing too fast, becoming light-headed in the effort, but somehow he could still catch sight of you standing cautiously over him, worry etched in your features as your thumbs brushed against his cheekbones.

“Bucky, I need you to breathe,” you said calmly, offering him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. He nodded, doing his best to follow your request. Your hand swept over his hair, pushing it behind his ears. “You can do this, sweetheart. Here, try and breathe with me.”

Bucky watched as you took in an exaggerated breath, letting your chest raise as you inhaled, held it for a moment, and exhaled with your whole body. You nodded for him to try and he reached out to grab onto the fabric of your shirt by your waist, bunching it into his hands just to find something to hold onto.

He took in a breath, though it was shallow, it was more than he had a second ago, and he let it go.

“Good. You’re doing so well, Bucky,” you praised, nodding encouragingly for him to try again. You took in a deep breath yourself and Bucky followed, focusing on the gentle hue of your eyes, how you watched him struggle to breath without an ounce of pity, with only a sea of adoration and sincerity.

Slowly, he began to find his breath again. Though his lips felt numb and his head was a little dizzy, his heart came back to a normal pace and you let out a sigh of relief. He barely registered you leaning forward to kiss his forehead before you sat next to him on the bed.

“Sorry, doll,” Bucky said after a long moment of silence. He winced it his own voice as it came out, breathy and rough around the edges.

“Oh, no, please don’t apologize,” you shook your head quickly, turning to face him. “I should have never pressured you to come. I should have realized the fireworks would affect you like this. We could have gone somewhere like Sam does...”

“You’d do that for me?” Bucky asked, genuinely shocked.

“Of course,” you said, as if it were obvious, as if it didn’t make Bucky’s heart skip a whole beat. “Maybe next year? I think we’re safe before the next round in an hour. If we head out now, I can have FRIDAY can soundproof your room and we can catch up on the next show on your list. What was it again?”

“Parks and Recreation,” Bucky replied, a smile upon his face.

He couldn’t seem to fathom how you had stumbled into his life and took on his burdens so willingly. It was a constant effort to remind himself that he was allowed to enjoy the small things, like reading with you on the couch and watching tv through the early hours of the morning, that maybe he deserved to find happiness.

“Oh right! That’ll be a good one,” you giggled, tugging on his hands to help him back to his feet. “I’ll text Steve so he knows we’re heading out. He’ll understand if we don’t say goodbye. No need to get back out into that chaos huh?”

You really thought of everything.

Bucky could only nod, too caught up in how much his heart had begun to swell. A blush in his cheeks as you took his hand in yours, so casually, like it didn’t mean the entire world to him, and led him back to the elevator. You didn’t let go the entire walk back to the tower.

Even as you helped weave him through the sea of people bumping into his shoulders that would have normally set him off, your cautious glanced back to him and the gentle squeeze in his hand was enough to keep him grounded. He found that he didn’t much mind the crowds, didn’t mind much of anything at all.

Not when he was with you.

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bry0ny · 4 years

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My Hometown- JJ Maybank

Hey guys so this is my first song imagine of the series I’m starting I will link the song below Hope You Enjoy 🦋❤️

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“All by myself”

You loved Jj Maybank with your whole heart but you needed to get away. You couldn’t do this anymore, all the lying, the running away, the treasure hunt was getting to much.

Your nights filled with tossing and turning and nightmare that we’re too horrible to even mention. It was time you told him.

“Hey Jj” you called from your bedroom in John B’s chateau with a wobble in voice worrying about his reaction to what your going to say.

“Yes princess what’s up” JJ said in his normal carefree voice not expecting you to drop a bomb she’ll on him. As he walked into the bedroom and saw you sat on the bed with your bags packed his face dropped, his mouth agape and speechless not knowing what the hell is going on.

“Wha- what’s going on? Why’ve you got your suitcase?” JJ asked panic rushing through his voice as he rushed over to you side.

“With this great big world before me”

“I need to leave JJ and before you say anything I really don’t want to trust me but between all this treasure hunting, my parents divorce, the kook and pogue drama I’m loosing my mind JJ.” You day all in one breath wanting to get this over and done with.

JJ just stared at you blankly waiting for you to continue.

“I - I can’t sleep at night JJ my thoughts are filled with worrying about you. You and your dad. You and the kooks. JJ they tried to kill you and I just stood there.”

“Y/N I-“ JJ started before you cut him off tears now running down your face. “No Jj please don’t I don’t want to make this any harder it’s not your fault.” Your voice broke as JJ moved closer towards you.

“Y/N I love you you know that please don’t leave me leave us what about the other Pogues have you told them.” JJ said tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he stood up now pacing the room.

“I’ve tried and tried again”

“No” you whispered just loud enough for JJ to hear.

“Well-well what about them you can just leave Y/N we’re like a puzzle without you we are incomplete. I can change we can change I promise I-I will start spending more time with you I will come home earlier I-“

“No Jj” you cut him off “it doesn’t work like that I need to work on myself for a bit I will be back I promise” you walked closer to him and put your hand on his check wiping away the stray tear that had managed to escape.

“You promise” JJ squeaked holding out his pinky “I promise” I said linking my pinkie with his as he planted a small kiss on my lips. I took in his scent his taste the way that he smelt of a mixture of beer and the sea whilst his lips tasting of the weed he just smoked.

“All I needed was to get away just to realise that I was meant to stay”

~ Time skip ~

“So where exactly are you going” Kie asked me whilst giving me a big hug.

“Where the mountains sing through the screams of seagulls where wales can live cause they’re gentle people.

“My hometown” I replied with a smile on my face. “Well you be safe and you message me a soon as you get their” Kie replied with a stern look on her face. “Yes mom” I laughed whilst giving her a hug.

As I hugged the other guys I noticed something was off with JJ. He stayed back from the others looking almost lost and he gazed out into the sea.

“We will give you two some time” Pope said as he hugged me and walked off hand in hand with Kie. I noticed this and sent a stray wink thier way.

“You better look after them two and make sure they work out cause they’re hella cute.” I said with a laugh as I hugged John B. I’ve always been close to John B he is like a brother to me ever since the night he brought me in. He’s the reason I met JJ and I will forever thank him for that.

“I will as long as you look after yourself spot” he says hugging me “I’ll miss you” I replied as he walked off.

“Hey” I said quietly as JJ walked over to me linking our hands as if it was a mandatory response whenever we saw each other.

“I’m not so good with goodbye as I am hellos” JJ said looking as the floor. “I love you J never forget that ok and I promised you I’d be back didnt I” I wispered quietly to him as I stepped closer “I never break my promises” I planted a chaste kiss on his lips and as I started walking away.

“All I needed was you and me and my home”

I will always love JJ for as long as I live he was the right person but it was just the wrong time.

“My hometown”

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the-writing-dump-bin · 5 years

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Could I request some vampire Jotaro x fem reader? Possibly nsfw? Please and thank you 😊

Sorry it took me so long to get to this! Hope this was what you were looking for.

NSFW 18+

It wasn't Jotaro's intention on going to the Halloween party thrown by the college's party committee, but he went when he heard you may be there.

You and Jotaro weren't in the same classes, he knew you from the few friends he had. But with the few times he hung out with you, the more he felt drawn to you, especially when you playfully flirted with him. Many other women hung off him like parasites, but none of them were compared to you. Your looks was an added bonus to what pulled you to him, what really attracted him was the sweet metallic scent of the blood coursing through your veins.

He had a deep secret he kept hidden from everyone; Jotaro was a vampire. Thankfully, he was tolerant of the sun for an extended period of time, not bringing any suspicion on what he could be. He was lucky enough to be associated with the Speedwagon Foundation who would stock him with a supply of blood for him to feast on rather than hunting for it and attack helpless humans. But there was something about your scent that he wanted bad.

When he finally caught your scent, he knew that you were at the party. Breaking from the group he was kind of standing with, he roamed in search of you.

There you were, dressed in whatever costume you picked for the event; you looked amazing in it. "Hey." He said, discreetly brushing your arm. "Nice costume."

You smiled, looking him up and down. He didn't seem dressed up, still looking like the regular Jotaro Kujo you knew. But there was something more...charming about him tonight. "Thanks." You said. "And you're dressed as...a marine biologist student?"

Jotaro shoved his hands in his pockets. "I'm not one to dress up." He opened his mouth slightly, exposing a fang. "I'm a marine biologist who is also a vampire."

His confession wasn't taken seriously, being Halloween and all. You thought it was just his small attempt at looking festive. Leaning in closer to his mouth, you inspected his fang. "Wow. It looks so real."

You being so close to him drove him wild, but he had to remind himself to be calm and collected. "W-Would you like a drink?" He softly took your hand in his.

The feeling wasnt that cold, but when Jotaro grabbed your hand, a chill ran down your spine. What was it that was making you feel this way? You always liked Jotaro and developed a steady friendship with him. But there was this strong aura that was making him very mysterious and alluring tonight. "S-Sure..."

The party grew a little more wilder as the night progressed.

After a few drinks, you and Jotaro started growing a little more closer. Neither of you were drunk to not know what was going on, just enough for one of you to be bold to make the first move.

You were sitting on his lap in the corner. There was only one chair vacant, so Jotaro suggested that you sit on his lap if you needed to rest your legs from standing. Smiling, you climbed on, wrapping your arms around his neck. "There is something about you tonight..." You confessed. "You feel a little different from the other times we hung out."

Jotaro held his breath a little. He knew what that feeling was. He wasn't doing it on purpose, but his vampiric essence was calling out to you, pulling you into a spell. His cheeks pinked a little. He didn't want you to be intoxicated like that, he wanted you to want him like any other man; for who he is, not what he is.

Your eyes softened, becoming half lidded as you brought up your hand to caress his jawline. "The other girls are right; you are very handsome." Your mind felt clouded, face coming so close to his. Lips ghosting across his, you moved to straddle him.

Jotaro would be lying if this wasn't what he wanted. He pursed his lips to catch yours brushing his, kissing you slowly. The kiss lasted only a second when he realized that you and him were out in the open. With his alluring power, he had to stop you before anything more could happen. Moving you off his lap, he stood up. "We shouldn't do this." He walked away from you without another word and left the party.

You stood there, confused about what just happened. At first, you thought things were going well, things finally progressing with Jotaro then suddenly he just left. Did he not feel the same way? Did you read him wrong? Did you do something wrong? You walked out a few minutes after him. If you made him uncomfortable, then you had to apologize. You didn't want to ruin the friendship that you two had.

Jotaro went to his room the moment he walked into his apartment, feeling like a fool for what he did. But it had to happen.

He sighed heavily when he caught your scent again, you were approaching his door. Please just go away. He thought. As bad as that sounded, he was too ramped up to be near you right now.

"Jotaro?" You called after you knocked. "Are you home? I want to talk to you." The door opened a crack, just enough to see his sea-green eyes peek through. "Hey." You smiled.

"I'm not feeling well." He grunted. "Come back another time."

You stopped the door from closing. "Jotaro, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there." Your cheeks heated up. "I... I thought maybe you liked me. I mean, I like you, so I thought you felt the same and that's why I was moving in to kiss you."

Jotaro half listened to you as you rambled. You liked him too? Maybe you were just saying that because of his alluring power to him. "You like...me?"

You nodded bashfully. "I feel like I understand you more than anyone else. You're a brute and short with people, but I see the kind, caring side of you that no one else sees."

The door opened a little more, revealing more of his bulky frame. "That's why you like me?" He reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you inside.

"Yes." You said, hooking a finger on one of his belts. Looking up at him, you stood on your tip toes to try and give him a kiss, in which he bent down to help you get to his lips. In the midst of the kiss, your tongue danced with his; feeling something sharp when your tongue glided across his teeth. "Ouch." You pulled away and noticed the fangs in his mouth. "Jotaro, you didn't take out those yet?"

Jotaro closed his eyes, his forehead on yours. He wasn't one for skirting around the truth. If he wanted this to happen, if he wanted you, then he had to be truthful. "Y/N... If I tell you something, do you promise not to freak out? Promise not to speak a word of it to anyone?"

Pressing your body closer to his, you breathed out 'of course' as you worked his belts loose. You felt your heart strings be pulled, he trusted you enough to share a secret with you.

"These fangs aren't fake. They're very real." He stopped your hands and made you look up at him right in the eyes. "I'm an actual vampire."

You blinked, letting his words bounce in your head, then snickered. "Heh heh, yeah good one. Staying in character for this? I didn't peg you as someone who liked role play." You unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper. "But I'll take it; sounds exciting."

"No, Y/N, you're not listening to me. I am a vampire. I drink blood to sustain myself. Here, look." He brought you to his room where he kept a mini fridge, hidden from view. Opening it, he revealed the bags of blood that he gets from the Speedwagon Foundation.

Standing there, you laugh nervously. "Y-You're a real joker, JoJo. Trying to scare me because its Halloween?"

"No, absolutely not." The last thing he wanted was to scare you. He placed his hands on your arms. "Look." He opened his mouth, showing you his teeth. He retracted the fangs then brought them out again.

"Wh-" It was finally hitting you that maybe he wasn't joking.

"I thought all night that I had been pulling you in with my power, and maybe I did, but I can't help it... I actually have feelings for you." He blushed, hiding his face so you wouldn't see. "The way your blood smells, it drives me crazy."

You were scared. The way he was talking made you want to run out of his apartment and hide. But it also made your stomach flip with excitement. "Prove it." You found yourself saying.

"What?"

"You said you're an 'actual vampire'. Prove it."

He nervously went to the mini fridge and pulled out a bag. Grabbing a glass he kept nearby, he filled it.

The contents of the glass looked legit as you watched the thickness pour from the bag. Before he even put it to his lips, he held it towards you. The metallic scent hit your nose like a brick wall; it was definitely blood.

You shook where you stood, holding your breath while you watched him down every drop. "This... I'm dreaming..."

Jotaro shrugged. He figured something like this would happen. He scared you. "Okay, I get it if you are frightened of me now, and I understand if you dont want to be near me anymore. I just... I just ask you keep this quiet from everybody else."

How was this possible? Before tonight, you thought vampires were a thing of tales, but one standing before you proves that they are definitely real. You could see the embarrassment and shame on his face. Jotaro didnt want to hurt you, he loved you. And you loved him, falling for him before you found out about this. "Jotaro...?"

He turned to your call, watching you shuffle towards him.

Putting a hand on his chest, you pressed yourself against him again. "I don't care if you're a vampire. I fell in love with you. Yes, this is a lot to process, but I think its something I can look past."

Jotaro felt his heart swell with adoration. He was glad that you wanted him for who he was. He smiled, flashing his fangs again. "You're one in a million." He lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing you to his bed. Once he had you on your back, he kissed you as he slowly peeled your clothes off.

You tugged at his clothes as well, pulling his shirt up and over his head. You could taste the blood that he drank on his lips, making you shudder; it was oddly arousing. Once naked, the two of you went under the blankets just enough that it covered only your bottoms halfs.

Through subtle grinding of hips and kisses, you felt Jotaro grow hard on top of you. His hands roamed your body, squeezing your breasts every time he felt a pulse of excitement. The sounds of heavy panting from both of you filled the room. Occasionally, a tiny whimper would escape your mouth when Jotaro tweaked a nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

Your hand traveled down his side, reaching at the thick member between his legs, pumping him from base to tip. Damn, that thing is long. Looking him dead in the eyes, you used the tip if his cock to rub your clit, pleasure blatant on your face. Beads of pre cum spilled onto it, making you even wetter.

Jotaro bit his lip, his fang piercing his skin. "That feels so good..." He grunted. "Can I enter you? I need to feel you from the inside."

You nodded, adjusting your hips and spreading your legs wider, hooking them around his waist while he inched his way into your pussy. Arching your back, the feeling was amazing; walls stretching to accommodate his girth.

He started moving, sliding in and out of you with a steady pace. His lips left yours, moving down to your neck where he used his tongue to lick over a vein. "I'm sorry," he breathed. "You just smell delicious."

A smile painted across your face. "If you want," you said, mind in a haze from the pleasure you were feeling. "You can have a taste."

Jotaro brought his head up, looking at you as he continued to fuck you, not stopping or faltering. "You don't really want that."

"I wouldn't suggest it if I wasn't okay with it. I trust you not to hurt me. Just, think of me as a snack." You giggled.

Oh, Jotaro always thought of you as a snack. He always envisioned how you would taste on his tongue but he never thought he would have the opportunity. Hips pounding into you, he searched your face for any sign of joking, but you assured him with a nod and leaning your head back, exposing your neck to him.

Taking the invite, he returned to your neck, kissing and nuzzling the same spot he focused on earlier. The orgasm that formed started to teeter on the edge, threatening to tip over.

He was gentle as he ran his fangs across your skin. Slowly, he dug them in, piercing you and pulling the blood from your veins and sucked. Simultaneously, you both came. You felt like you were thrown into heaven from the snap in your pelvis and the tiny dizziness from the sudden blood loss in your neck- this high was amazing.

Jotaro rolled his eyes back as he came inside you and drank your blood; you tasted even better than he imagined. This was everything he wanted. He released your neck and pulled back slightly, lapping up the blood that escaped from the wound. He turned to see you completely spent. Lovingly, he brushed your hair behind your ear. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." You huffed, looking tired but smiling.

Rolling off of you, Jotaro moved to lay behind you, pulling you so close to his body and covering the two of you with the blankets. "You're everything to me." He cooed.

You couldn't help but giggle, this big, brute of a man-vampire- was a soft, caring lover. Who would have known?

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bahrlee · 4 years

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Suck the blood from my Wound

Enter: Raph the Womf

🦇🦇🦇chapter 5: Impossible🦇🦇🦇

The next day, the three girls were reported as dead due to…. Throat related injuries. They didnt go into much detail as to not disgust or trigger their viewer's, they just mentioned the basics---they were found in the woods with their throats ripped out, bitemarks present---but still. It left him a little nauseous, and nervous. They were only in kindergarten, and here they were, viciously mangled buy someone in the woods during probably one of the happiest day of their lives. He tried to connect Dook too the crime, that would so obviously point to him, but there was just something so off about it in the first place. Were vampire fangs that strong enough to pull out a little girls trachea? Mitzi would definitely think so, in fact he remembered she said so.

Even though it was still offputting, he didnt let that ruin his day. He needed to get his house back to its former glory since that weird night. He found it hard to go on with his day, however, since there was an unpleasantness in the air that couldnt be ignored. Everyone all day was looking over their shoulders, hugging themselves, holding their children close to them as they walked down the streets. He has never seen a mother walk so quickly from him, a man with long blonde hair wearing cargo shorts a a shirt with flamingos on it. They were scared of any man, he guessed, since men always seemed to be the killers. Even ones who look like theyd surfed since they were toddlers. Which reminded him that he needed to surf again soon. Ever since Fatz left, he never found the motivation to hop on a board for awhile. But for now, today's goal: paint over the scratches on the wall. He was so happy it was only the paint that chipped, no actually wall damage, because he didnt know how to fix something like that. He wasnt good at fixing things.

The inside of the store was just as somber. Mothers pulling their kids from the toy isle when they usually let them explore it by themselves, the newspaper wrack was completely empty, things were just so different. It was only one murder, and everyone was losing it, like Ted Bundy was on the loose. And it was only one murder. Well, three, but it was all done at once. Who knows what would happen when or if another one happened? Who knows what would happen if they found out that a possible culprit was a vampire? That was too scary to think about, so he stopped and went to go get him some paint. He didnt even know what to do about the carpet yet.

Heck, what was he going to do about anything anymore since the possibilities seemed endless, now that there was a vampire loose through town.

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He stayed up late, but for the last couple days hes been staying up TOO late, trying to contemplate what he has learned. He just lived his life. Making a deal to become some sort of spy, getting himself involved in a rivalry between two different cryptids who treated it as though it were the civil war, except one of the sides wasnt even aware of what was happening and what the other was planned against them.

Just like he predicted, he didnt see him that much. For the first day, he once again had nothing to report to Mitzi. The next day, same thing. He hasn't seen him since their conversation at Roxys. She did return her part of the deal, providing the conversations you usually had with a friend. He even sat in the water with her, so she didnt have to be in such shallow places. That case if anyone walked by they wouldnt see the rest of her. They didnt get too deep, just stories, small talk, interesting things about being a sea monster and vice versa since even though she lived a double life she didnt exactly know too much, the normal stuff. She seemed a little upset he hasn't seen him, but it's not like he was seeking him out every single day. He wasnt a stalker. What a funny turn of events that would be though, if the HUMAN turned out to be the stalker instead of the vampire. That would be interesting. He hoped she didnt cut the deal off, and kept explaining to her why stalking is actually a bad thing, feeling shamefully desperate. But he couldnt help it, he had no friends.

He crossed his fingers, however, that they would cross paths again, both to satisfy Mitzi, and to see him again. He was so torn, when he spotted him acrossed the room at a comedy club while out with Fatz, he didnt know if he should go up to him.

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He preferred to sit in the back of everywhere, appearently. Maybe because it was so dark, and secluded, that he wouldnt be called out by the comic onstage at this particular place. Although it felt so out of place for him to be anywhere in town, or anywhere around town, really. Maybe theres this whole council of vampires, and hes on a mission right now given to him by them. Maybe he just liked to hang out at relatively dark places, or examine the nature of mortals. Or…. Maybe he was looking for his next victim, adult and in the next town this time, to mix it up a little.

His shoes were glowing this time. Similar to the vintage boots he wore, but this time the stars and crescent moons lit up. That was enough to mesmerize him.

"Whatcha looking at there, Beach?" Fatz asked, noticing his glances.

"Well obviously that boy over there." Esmeralda answered him instead of Beach. That was the thing with her, she answered all of Fatz' questions, even when directed to him, or somebody else.

"Hes a new guy. Met him at the movies once." Beach explained.

"Guess we didnt have to order you food tonight then," Esmeralda quipped. "You got yourself a nice meal right over there."

"Esme, I tried to flirt with him, okay? It's like flirting with Wednesday Addams child if she had a baby with the Willy Wonka from Tim Burtons awful adaptation of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory." He angrily drank his coke.

"Maybe you're just a bad flirt, you know?"

"Oh be quiet, Esmeralda. Beach is fine. Hes charming!" Fatz retorted enthusiastically.

"If you're so charming, go up to him. Say hi. Buy him a drink." Esmeralda advised.

"He doesnt drink." Beach quickly reverbed.

"Well now why doesnt he drink?"

Because hes a vampire, future Mrs. Geronimo.

"I dont know. I jus know hes not much for actually living in the moment you know, he just…." He turned and looked at him again, his head so obviously in the clouds. "....Kind of observes everything."

"You always go for the types that just sit there and look pretty, dont you?" Fatz said. He always questioned his type. The very monotone, 'too cool for school' men who tended to be more introverted and less talkative, two opposites of Beach. He liked his conversations. He was one of the best people to converse with because he kept it going. But he always went for the guys who's social skills were a bit stale. At least that's what Fatz thought, the truth was hes been with men of all kinds, Fztz only saw the shy guys, who were much less sh the more you got to know them. Fatz just tended to hold onto first impressions a little longer than he should.

"Shut up, quit acting like you know my type." He glowered.

"Cant deny it, Beach." He shrugged.

Some friend he was.

Esmeralda checked the time on her phone. "Fatz, its 10."

"Oh, what? Its 10 already?" He said.

"Yeah! We gotta go Beach, we're sorry. We gotta get sleep so we catch our flight to Louisiana for my family reunion tomorrow." She said.

A little mad that they were leaving, but understanding he had no control over it, he let them leave. He wasnt going to be too petty about it. Speak of Louisiana, however… he turned and saw Dook there, legs crossed, shows glowing---he still couldnt get over that, he wanted glowing shoes now---his eyes fixated on nothing.

Now that he was alone, he could probably try to talk with him. Mustering up his courage, he stood up, forgetting how tall he was for a moment and feeling a bit clumsy, and walked over to him. He seemed to be really deep in his own mind, because when he said hello, he jumped.

"Jesus christ!" He exclaimed. "What?!"

He held up a hand and waved. "Hello."

He exhaled loudly, giving him the stink eye, genuinely annoyed by his presence. "What the hell are you everywhere I go?" He spoke, putting emphasis on every word.

"Just find it funny that we find each other everywhere."

"No, you come up to me, say your shit, trying to get into my pants or whatever."

These non-mortals sure had some big mouths on them. But he guessed if they cant even get along within their world, of course they dont put any care into their interactions with humans. Was this his life now? Getting yelled at by two overgrown leeches for the rest of his days?

"No, I just came over here to say I like your shoes." He said. "You dont drink alcohol, but do you drink soda?" He recalled him drinking something at the movies.

Dook pointed to the soda on the table. "Little too late for that, man."

Dangit.

"Why are you so rude?" He asked him. "Why cant you just talk to me like a normal person without everything coming out of your mouth being a nasty comment? Why cant I just treat you nicely and be treated nicely back, huh?"

Dook slightly smirked at him. "Ficety."

Beach was a tad frustrated, but it only made him want to try harder. "No, you're ficety. I'm just trying to talk to you."

"You a nice guy?"

"No, I'm Beach."

And he finally heard him legitimately laugh. He was surprised at how audacious it was, and how much it revealed about him---he was a pretty goofy person. He seemed to be one for jokes, and humor. "Oh my god, alright, you're pretty funny, you can stay I guess. Sit down."

He obliged, feeling like he just achieved something impossible.

"So, Beach, if that's even you're real name, which I know it isnt, go ahead. Make this a speed date. Tell me a-a bit about yourself."

"Um…. Well…. I like surfing, and writing---I was an english major, actually---"

"Oh, interesting. Tell me something smart."

His mind drew a blank.

"Oh yes, wonderful. Did you uh, drop out or anything?"

"No, finished all four years. First one in my family not to drop out to persue a career as a rockstar, actually." He babbled, just excited to be getting through to him in any way.

"Huh. Interesting. I never went to college." He stirred the straw in his soft drink, smiling modestly.

"Did you drop out to become a rockstar?"

He thought for a moment. "Eh, kinda just happened. My dad forced me to play in a band when I was a sophmore. Actually, uh, enjoyed it and decided to stick with it for awhile. After that, I sang with my sister for a bit, and then something happened, and now I'm here."

"Huh." He knew what the thing was. He was immortalized. "Tell me about her."

"She lives back home. Three kids. A bit older than me, that's why she already has three. School music teacher." He said.

"Cool. I have a brother who's much older than me. Not as cool, kinda mean." He sighed.

"Hm, not very close to anyone, are you? I always see you alone. Guess that's why you bother me a lot."

He shook his head. "Yeah, my one friend who was just here a moment ago left, and hes been drifting away a bit. Everyone else is a workmate or an acquaintance."

Dook pulled the sleeves to his shirt over his hands and placed them under head chin. He was so obsessed with the way he dressed he couldnt handle it. "No wonder you're up the new guys ass."

Beach couldnt help be giggle. He was glad he was funny.

Dook reached over and grabbed one of those tiny pencils used to fill in Keno cards, and a napkin, and wrote something down. "Guess I'll amuse you for now." He slid it over to him. It was his number.

"Oh my god." He did it. It was out of pity, so obviously out of pity, but he got his number.

And finally, the late night comedy club announced its next act, after a long while of radio silence. The emcee came on stage, everyone cheered, well except for Dook who just glared up at him---well not really glare, he just seemed to have a case of a resting tired face, which wasnt necessarily a bad thing, but it still looked funny---seemingly board of every comedy routines seen tonight.

"Sorry for the delay everyone, we just had a minor difficulty with some of our guest comics tonight. But thankfully, one of them came prepared. Please everyone, give it up for Rolfe DeWolfe, and his no-so-friendly sidekick, little Earl Schmerle.

Once again everyone cheered accept Dook, who's eyes widened, a little stunned by his presence. The comedian, clad in a plaid vest and black undershirt, with a wacky voice and a yellow puppet on his hand, smiled and thanked the audience for being there.

"I knew he was here." Dook murmured.

"What---"

"Beach."

"Yeah?"

He leaned down, and turned his shoes off. "Can we leave?"

"Why?"

His eyes were locked on the comedian in a strange, prey-like state. "Hes not that funny."

It was very obvious it was not because of that reason, but of course he couldnt point it out.

He stood up slowly, creeping quietly (or as quietly one could walk in heels) through the dim room, as Rolfe and the puppet began their routine. Yes, Dook was actually correct, the routine was…. Meh. It made you smile, not laugh. But of course that wasnt the point if the whole thing going on right now, was it? He copied his moves, standing up and moving quietly, this time actually quiet because of the fact he was wearing actual shoes.

Beach Bear copied him, slinking out of his seat and following him to the door. They slipped out, into the warm night. The way he just…. Stared at him. He was going to take note of that. If only he remembered the name of whomever was onstage.

"So um…. What are we doing now?" He asked him.

"Ummm…. I dont really know." He laughed nervously.

"What do you know about that person in there?" He asked. "Seemed a little more than 'hes not funny.'"

He sighed. "You dont wanna know." He said.

Beach had a few guesses.

Dook shrugged and looked around, still a little alert. "We can just…."

"Take a walk?" He guessed.

"I mean…. Why not?"

The more time to get to know him.

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He dodged any personal questions, and the ones he did answer, he didnt go too deep into it. Simple, vague answers. No names of people, no small anecdotes, no detail. They did just meet anyways, of course he was valid for keeping most things for himself. Beach already knew things he was keeping from him anyways. He seemed a bit more anxious than usual, however, seeing that puppeteer onstage seemed to shake him a bit. Genuinely worried about how disoriented he seemed, he asked him if he were okay.

"Yeah, I'm fine. If-if I go into it, itll just…" he trailed off.

"Oh, okay. Just…. Making sure. You need to sit down or something?"

He shook his head. "I said I'm fine." He repeated.

"Like I said, just making sure." He sighed.

He hoped that not every moment between them would have some kind of stale silence between them. It was starting to get annoying at this point.

"Wait." Dook stopped, so he stopped, a little confused.

Dook crouched down and turned back on his shoes. "There. Better." He smiled, as if those shoes were the source of his pride and joy.

"Whered you even get those shoes?" He asked him.

"Goodwill."

"Huh. Are they battery powered or something?"

"Yeah. Batteries go in the heels." He said.

"You dress very cool."

"Um…. Okay, uh, thanks I guess." He laughed modestly. "You dress like you play beer pong."

He snorted, realizing it was entirely true. "But I'm serious. You're just… unapologetically bold in the way you dress. And I can tell you dress because you like it and not for attention, because you certainly dont seem like the type who likes all eyes on them." He explained.

"Well, yeah. Nobody can tell me what to wear, so…" he shrugged. "Many people think I'm a girl at first, but…. You know, whatever. I-I like it."

"Same thing about the mullet?"

He laughed again, covering his mouth shyly. "I mean…"

"It looks good on you though, not everyone can pull off a look like that."

Dook shrugged, grabbing the long part of his hair. "Yeah. I guess."

The streets were so serene when they were empty. Even though there was the abduction of three little girls who were found dead the next morning, and he might be standing next to the culprit, the night still felt so welcoming, and calm. Something about the street lights shining down on the sidewalk, the neon of the open signs in almost every window, the clearness of the night sky which he caught Dook glimpsing up at in awe once every few minutes.

"You like space?" He asked.

"Yeah. When I was little I wanted to be an astronaut." He said. "When um… playing with the band I always said I was gonna play with them until I could go to space." He said. "Didn't happen, though."

"Do you still wanna go there?"

"I mean, yeah, it would be cool."

The way the stars glistened in his eyes as he looked up at them in complete amazement.

"I feel the same way about the sea. I wanted to go underwater, like, in a submarine, for my whole life, just to explore. Don't you think it's weird how we know our moon better than our sea?"

He thought for a moment, looking a little hazed, maybe from the way the waning moon was shining down on them, distracting him from the real world. He seemed to be the type with an imagination.

"I can't believe every single one of those is a star up there. Every single one." Dook said. He began wiggling his fingers a bit in excitement.

He's never seen him impressed before. Maybe he should try and use space theme pick up lines to flirt, maybe then he'll notice him. But the only one he could think of was the classic your ass is out of this world joke, which he didn't think was a very cool one to throw his way. He might get punched in the face. He also was way too tired of thinking of something. These late night outings were really starting to get to him. It wasn't even that late out, compared to how late he usually stayed out.

"How close were you to achieving your submarine dream?" He asked him.

"I surf. That's about as close. I love it." He responded.

"Ah. The closest I got was space camp as a kid." He ran his fingers through the bangs and his mullet.

Beach put his hands in his pockets and kicked a rock into the road.

"Didya try going into biology or something to get into the ocean?" He asked.

"Oh no, my science grades were…. Not too good. I majored in english." He answered.

"How old are you?"

"23." He said. "What about you?"

Dook froze for a moment, thinking. Probably doing math in his head, which he probably wasn't very good at, from the way he snuck his fingers out to count. He didn't know why he was assuming so much from the little things, but he was.

"21." He finally said.

So he must've been 21 when he was turned into a vampire. And from the looks, it was in the 80s. Now he was wondering a lot. How did one even get turned into a vampire? He tried remembering back to Stoker's Dracula, Sookie Stackhouse, vampire chronicles, heck, even twilight. A bite? Excessive drinking of the blood? Canoodling with your partner, accidentally killing her, because vampires are apparently that strong (he hoped that wasn't the way, if anything that happened in twilight was true he'd probably run over to Stephanie Meyers house and drink HER blood)? All these questions he couldn't ask, because he didn't tell him. It was probably a very hard thing to tell in the first place. Mitzi was always incognito, and had a human end a close friendship with her once they found out about her secret, so he wasn't too surprised Dook was the same way. Mitzi was merely a teen, but Dook has been around for awhile---how many times was his heart broken by both partners and friends fearing him once they found out?

"So you're a drummer, right?" Beach asked. He couldn't be in his own head for too long.

"Yeah?" He said.

"Howd you get into drumming?"

"Band. You know…. School band."

"Huh, cool. I played Tenor sax."

"So you like Rush and have a strong disliking towards cornets." He assumed.

"Stereotypes, really?"

He shrugged. "What? You know it's true."

"Well then…. Since you're a percussionist I believe that you yell yeehaw any chance you get, have weak lungs, and have an affinity for Oingo Boingo."

He looked to his side with a knowing smile. "I mean I do like Oingo Boingo---"

"HA!"

"What? You just proved my point!"

They both started laughing, the feeling of their bond growing a bit stronger.

"What chair were you?" He asked.

"Always like…. Second. Third. I'm not the best. And…. Lemme guess, you were first chair a-and got all the solos?"

He shrugged. "We only had two in the top band, what can I say?"

He liked the constant laughter between them. It was a good sign, he believed. Laughter was an important step to any kind of relationship. If you couldn't see yourselves traveling the world as a comedic duo, what was the point? So his Hope's were set high, just as a love sick gay person should be.

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When they walked back to the club (both of their cars were there, they couldn't just walk home), Dooks goodbye was surprisingly hasty. Maybe he didn't want to encounter that guy that was here earlier, in case he was still loitering about, because his eyes carried the same alertness they did at the moment he spotted him. But he had his number now, an all powerful thing that Mitzi would be very happy to hear. He went to his car, very proud of what he accomplished, happy he finally got through to him enough to get to know a little more. When he had his hand on the handle, however, he heard something… interesting. A struggle of a woman was what he could compare it most to. He heard a male voice, one that wasn't Dooks, saying something. Remembering Dooks quick exit off of centerstage, he was inclined to follow the sound. He followed it to the side of the building, where he could clearly hear a woman's muffled screams. He could also hear the words from the other, currently disembodied voice, urging on whomever had her pinned.

"You want to starve, Dook? You can't just not feed for three months then go purge on woodland creatures for the next week!" The voice scolded.

Against the wall, he peaked over the corner, and saw the sight of Dook with a terrified blonde against the wall, fangs out, the pure look of struggle, and willpower in his face as he bit his lip, as to resist his urge to plunge them into her neck. The other dude was the comedy man, mister Ralph whats-his-name (man no wonder he was performing in a small comedy parlor in a small town in florida), was trying to egg him on to make the kill. Dook opened his mouth, obviously starving, but unwilling to bring harm upon the poor, unsuspecting patron, and turned away, dropping her to the ground. She shot up and scrambled away, probably scared for life. He turned back around the corner, hoping he wasn't spotted.

"Come on, Dook!" Comedian guy huffed at him. "Why can't you just be like every other vampire planet? Why do I have to force I yoh human blood?!"

"I mean…. ED?" He responded, scared but able to respond in his usual way.

"You were turned into a vampire to get rid of that." He groaned, tired, but seemingly used to his sass.

"Well that didn't work, did it---" there was a thump against the wall.

He turned to peak again. This time it was Dook against the wall. He had a hold of him with his shirt. He pulled out something in his pocket, and from closer examination, he made out the classic---a wooden stake, fit to kill any vampire with a stab to the heart. He lightly placed it against his chest, Dook visibly shaking, and struggling with all his might.

"You'll reap what you sow, Dook. If you don't follow orders, if you don't keep yourself alive for the better of your kind, you'll pay." He threatened.

Dook brought up his leg and kicked his stomach, the comedian losing grip on him and falling back, the stake falling to the ground.

"My kind is human, got it? I'm not doing anything for a vampire, or a werewolf, or-or for anyone, really!"

"Was human, Dook. You're one of us now, and you have to accept it. You do the duties bestowed upon you, I wouldn't be on your tail all the time!" He got up.

"Fuck you." He replied. The comedian screamed and threw his fists at him, only smacking against the brick as Dook flew out of the way.

"I can't believe I was assigned to you, my god!" He seethed.

"Then LEAVE!" He shouted.

"I won't, because I'm not disobeying my orders! It's my job to keep people like you in check and I'm sticking by it until the end of time, like what i'm supposed to do. I'm going to keep following you until you feed on humans, turn humans, and be grateful you died in our hands."

They both stared at each other silently, eyes fixed on the other with intimidating adrenaline.

"If you don't, you're dead. And I'll make sure of it. I'll make sure you don't up and head out of town this time."

"You wish."

He grabbed him by the shirt again, and began pulling him to the front.

Terrified, he turned back around, eyes wide.

Mitzi was gonna have a ball, hearing this.

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Hello there, Hat! Remember that wonderful request you got before where Kid was rescued from a watery grave by his future s/o? Well I'm back and would absolutely love a continuation on that scenario if it's possible, where this time, it's her who needs to be saved by Kid. I honestly loved what you wrote before and don't want to leave those two hanging like this, so let Kid play the hero for a change and pay his dues!

Hi Anon! As you know I very much enjoyed writing the first half of this ask so I'm more than happy to do the second! For those of you wondering part 1 can be found HERE

Hope you like it my dear! ❤

Eustass Kid x Reader: Wet part 2

You lean against the railing and watch with a smirk on your face as Kid stalks across the deck and grabs one of the other members of the crew by the front of their shirt.

You're too far away to hear exactly what the captain is saying but from the angry expression on his face and the way he keeps jabbing a finger towards the main mast its probably something to do with the ripped sail.

It's been almost a year since you started sailing with the Kid pirates. In grudging repayment for pulling him out of the sea Kid allowed you to sail with them, just to the next island. But then it was the next island, then the next until you just accepted that you were part of the crew.

You didnt mind.

The life of a pirate wasn't one you would have picked for yourself, but you had to admit that there was never a dull day with this crew and you were getting to see more of the world than you ever thought you would.

The smirk on your face turns in to a grin as Kid finishes with the other guy, shoving him away in disgust before making his way over to you, frowning.

"What's that face for?" Kid snaps as he comes to a stop in front of you.

"What, I'm not allowed to smile now?" You ask mildly, still grinning.

Kid makes a noise in the back of his throat, his lip curling in a snarl.

"No, now get up the main mast and fix the top sail." He demands, folding his arms over his chest, frown still in place.

You huff and push off from the railing, making a show of looking annoyed at the request. You step forward and put a hand against Kids chest, feeling the growl that reverberates through him.

"Am I the only one who can climb the rigging on this ship?" You question, squinting up to look at the pathetic flap of the ripped sail.

Kid snorts and grasps your wrist, pulling it away from his chest and dropping it.

"I'd rather watch your ass climbing up there than one of these useless lot," Kid sneers, then gives you a shove as you roll your eyes. "Now get moving, we're sitting ducks till that's fixed."

"Yes captain," you grumble, reciving another shove in response.

You start climbing but pause half way to glance down to see Kid watching you, a smirk on his face. He flicks his fingers at you, mentioning for you to keep going.

It doesnt take long for you to get to the top of the mast, shimmy along the mast beam and start unwrapping the ripped sail.

You're almost finished, out on the very edge of the masr with a bundle of old sail in your lap when someone let's out a shout from the deck and suddenly all hell breaks loose.

One of the canons sounds, then the next and the next until there is smoke clogging the air. It rises up around you and for a few moments you are blind.

There is a lot of shouting on the deck, Kid's voice loudest among them as he gets the crew ready to fight. You hear yelling about something on the port side and squint through the smoke.

A ship is coming up alongside, and you blink in confusion because it must be fast. It wasn't anywhere in sight ten minutes ago when you started on the sail.

You hear their canon blast and then the ship under you rocks, shifting on the waves.

With a grunt you squeeze your thighs around the mast beam to try and keep your seat, digging your fingers in to the wood for lack of anything better to hold on to.

A second canon fires and it almost unseats you, your own ship fires back a second later. Half of the sail has fallen from your side, so you start pulling it back in, wondering if you should risk trying to get back on deck or wait it out.

The enemy ship fires a third canon.

Your ship lurches, wood splinters and you lose you're tenuous grip, scrabbling for anything to grab hold of as you slip off the mast.

The sail billows around you as you fall, a curse streaming from your lips as you plunge into the icy water, fabric dragging at your legs.

You kick to the surface and drag in a breath before the weight of the sail pulls you under again.

Struggling to keep your air from escaping you work furiously to pull the sail from around your legs, all the while sinking further and further down.

You're losing air and you're arms are starting to ache when you feel something cold and hard circling around your back, then your stomach until its gripping your entire torso.

With a tug you begin to raise up and out of the water. You gasp, sputtering and coughing as you look up and see Kid, hanging off the side of the ship with one hand, while his giant metal arm pulls you from the sea.

"You're a fucking idiot," he shouts as he pulls you to him, his metal arm falling away into the water once his real one has hold of you. "You couldn't hang on for five fucking minutes?"

"Sorry," you mumble, lungs still aching.

Kid snarls and throws you over his shoulder as he climbs back up the side of the ship and vaults the railing.

"I guess this makes us even," he says as he dumps you unceremoniously on the deck, squatting next to your head as you flop on to your back.

"I guess," you say. "Though I think I was a little bit more gentle with my rescue."

"Next time I'll let you drown," he snaps, reaching out to cup you cheek, and turn your head towards him. "Dont take too long lying around."

"You dont need to worry about me," you say, surprised, and then Kid snorts. He slaps your wet cheek like he's trying to wake you up and pushes to his feet.

"Ain't worried," he smirks, rolling his shoulders. Little pieces of metal already starting to find their way to his side. "But as soon as I've crushed these fuckers you've got to get back up there and fit the new sail."

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imagine-loki · 5 years

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Mad Predictions

TITLE: Mad Predictions

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 2

AUTHOR: inspired-snowflace

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: “A freedom restrained the sun shall invoke, The gift from the plea a mother spoke, Purpose shall be bestowed upon your life, In form of one you should have called wife, A lover presumed dead shall be back, Now shall you truly pay for your attack.”

Ever since the fortune teller had spilt these words, Loki’s life was thrown into a hurricane. He dared to hope that after the attack on New York and the following arrest, things would get better, but these words seemed to point in an opposite direction.

Things would never remain the same, for better or worse.

RATING: Everyone

NOTES/WARNINGS: Just a note- Tony can be playfully annoying in this story, joking at the wrong moments, but that is only because he knows that humour would cheer you up. Otherwise, he loves you as if you were his child. Mentions of nightmares. Also, there is a description of the scars. The medical analysis is not from any reliable source. Read the next chapter early on my tumblr!!

RECAP : You are an avenger, who remembers nothing of her past. Her powers can kill painfully, but they can also heal people. When Thor brings Loki on Earth to serve for his punishments, the reader and Loki have a fight. However, you feel a connection to Loki. Loki remembers you too, but as a lover he murdered.

That night you had one of your worst nightmares. With assassinating people, nightmares came. But today, it was not ghosts haunting you. You felt as if you were falling off a cliff. No. You were being THROWN off a cliff. You could not identify the person standing in front of you in your dream. Was he the one that pushed you off? Was he there to save you? You didnt know how but you were sure of three things- first, the person was a man. Second, he had betrayed you. Third, he was filled with remorse for his actions.

“Y/N!!” you heard someone scream. But you knew it wasn’t in your dream. You woke up to see yourself completely drenched in sweat. You were shivering and the dryness of your throat had you thinking that you had been screaming your lungs off. But a look around the room, confirmed that thought. Your screams woke the avengers up. And all of them were ready as if to kill some attacker.

“Are you alright?” Clint asked.

“No!”

“It was only a dream, right?” Tony questioned with concern.

“It was! But it felt so real!! As if that had actually happened..”

Through the corner of your eye you saw a figure standing idly in your room. A figure looking at whom you wondered why he had even bothered to come here.

“What did you see?” Clint asked while handing you a water bottle.

“I…. fell off a cliff… no…. somebody pushed me off the cliff… it was a huge drop…like a 100 feet drop… I most definitely… died.” You said as the memories crashed back.

“It was so real.” You added; still shaken slightly. With an involuntary glance, you knew that Loki was looking at you with sad eyes, his shiny green emeralds upon you.

“Y/N” Nat started carefully, “By any chance do you remember whether you fell on your back or front?” her voice seemed relaxed but you knew it was urging.

“I was facing the person who pushed me off. I think I landed on my back.”

The assassin and the archer exchanged a look. Before you could say anything, the assassin added, “Do you think the scars on the back of your head are… due to being pushed off a cliff?” As a reply, you frowned. Dr. Banner checked the cracks on your head and looked grimly “They can be. A 100 feet fall you say? The closely bunched up nature tells us that the impact was absorbed by one region and the slight branching out indicates that there was just one powerful impact. So yes… what you are thinking, about it being a memory, it is possible.”

“Is that possible? A memory?” You said glancing at both Bruce and Tony.

“Yes. Often when you see certain things, certain triggers activate your subconscious to be active and instead of recalling them as memories, you recall them as dreams, or nightmares, in your case.” Bruce explained.

“Very similar to PTSD” Tony added, shooting a hot glance at Loki.

You had no idea what to think about this. A memory of the life you have lived? And that memory was being thrown off a 100 foot cliff?

“No, Y/N, that does not mean that your life was filled with trauma. It is just that the trigger reminded you of the most horrible event in your life.” Bruce said as if reading your thoughts.

“Y/N, do you want to sleep with Nat instead?” Steve questioned.

“No. I am really very sorry that I woke you all up…” you felt ashamed. “Nothing to worry about lady Y/N. Everyone has such times.” Thor reassured.

“Thank you guys.”

“And Y/N don’t worry. If anything dare disturb your sleep again, we would love to torch it to death.” Tony said with a playful wink but you knew he meant his words.

The next morning you woke up to see you room bare with none of your things in there. You rushed out to check what was happening. “Hey Y/N, you are awake!” Tony said when he saw you. When you questioned him for an explanation he replied, “Oh, well, last night you seemed pretty shaken. So we decided to shift your room. Perks- you are closer to Thor and Bruce now. But there is a disadvantage- you are now also closer to reindeer games. But don’t worry, he was threatened enough times.” After thanking him and his usual- “don’t mention it, kid”, you entered your room. Everything was placed beautifully.

However, at night you woke up at the sound of muffled up screams, only to discover that they were not coming from your throat. You opened your door to check that they were from the corner room, where Loki lived. Hesitantly at first, you went to his room to see him in a mess. His hair scattered in a circle around his head and body covered in sweat. You decided to help him for reasons unknown to your own self. You sat down and started humming many songs that you knew. Many were pop songs, but there were some that sounded like classical folklore. You seemed to know the entire tune but could not recollect the lyrics. His body seemed to calm immediately under the soothing touch of your voice. However, that meant that you will have to sing the entire night so that he could sleep. You tried using the original recordings or recordings of your voice but nothing seemed to work. He needed your and only your voice.

These late night adventures caused you to loose a lot of sleep. There were not many nightmares, for there was hardly any sleep. But the nights where there were, it was the same- falling off a cliff while the sky was painted a bright orange. This caused your dark circles to run deeper, you became lazier and generally grumpy. However, you felt happier that you were helping somebody. Loki seemed more refreshed during the day and less grumpier.

Despite the first conversation with him, Loki granted you sad meaningful looks from time to time as if he knew something. At times, it seemed like an apology. Sometimes it just felt like he KNEW that it was you behind his newfound sleep. Yet he made no efforts to talk to about the same. Despite everything, the conversations were very few, if any at all. But whenever he was with you, there was a sadness laced in his eyes.

This continued for a month or so. The other avengers seemed to notice your lack of sleep and whenever they confronted you about the same, you would come up with some silly excuse for staying up late- “Oh! I was craving some ice-cream” or “I wanted to finish this book but didn’t realise it was late”.

You weren’t exactly sure why you were doing this- he just seemed like someone who atleast deserved a good night sleep. Or probably, you were doing it due to the connection earlier. Or was it something else? Well, he was handsome and charismatic but that couldn’t be it, could it? You weren’t sure about why you were lying to the avengers. They would generally be proud to know you were helping somebody, but in this case you felt that they would try to talk you out of it. Or rather force you out of it (they can be rather stubborn) and so due to such reasons you kept it a secret, even from Steve. You didn’t require as much of sleep as the others but one month of seldom sleep was taking its toll on you. One day, knowing that you wouldn’t last much longer if you kept sleep depriving yourself, you decided to investigate the cause of his nightmares. If you could solve that itself, you would be able to sleep and Loki would get a goodnight’s sleep.

You had been tempted to do this before but you felt that by invading his nightmares, you would be stepping into a private area without permission. But today you felt that you would just go to sleep and feared that Loki would discover you sleeping in his room ( unbeknownst to you, that had already happened where he had carried you to your room, confirming his thoughts that you had been behind his sleep). However, the thing bothering you other than the invasion of privacy was the unknown nature of your powers. Wanda had seen your mind while searching for memories and the only thing that she had stumbled across was that your base powers were the ones related to life only. But occasionally, you displayed powers like teleportation or telepathy (that is how you knew Steve’s past with Peggy and that led you to connect to him due to the loss of his lover). And to see into his dreams you would require to tap into that side of your powers that you had no idea about. But overwhelmed by the need to sleep, you ceased singing.

After a few minutes, you saw Loki moving his head from side to side and you knew that the nightmare had started. A few shivers went through his body like the waves of the sea. You sighed and tapped his forehead with your index finger. Your head jerked back as you entered his dream. You saw Loki walking, an orange expanse spread in the sky with a funnel of clouds above the cliff he stood on. You even thought that you heard a muffled warning somewhere. But no, that was not the weird part. You were there with Loki!!! You wore something that vaguely resembled a gown, a faded leafy green and flower designs. You looked very happy and were taking animatedly while using your hands. For some reason you were facing Loki and walking backwards.

However, the present you couldn’t hear their conversation. Both Loki and well, you, didn’t notice yourself watching them. Suddenly, you reached the edge of the cliff and the present you’s heart got caught in your throat thinking this is your end. Little did you know that you had a worse fate.

Loki caught your shoulders before you could fall. The past you looked thankful then confused. The present you didn’t understand this until you saw Loki’s solemn expression and a lone tear gliding down his cheek.

And then it happened. Loki pushed you down the cliff. You saw the tears and heard the scream of agony of your falling self. And then silence. A strong jolt went through your (present self’s) scar. Loki turned to the man who you assumed was the one who had given out the muffled warning. He wore a black cloak so you couldn’t see his face.

As Loki argued to the body, you saw an avalanche of emotions tumble through his face- sadness, regret, anger. After talking, he hastily hurried away (as if he hadn’t just killed you so to speak). The last scene you saw was your limp body lying at the cliff below with the waves of your hair surrounded by a crimson circle. You and Loki both woke up with a start. You both made eye contact before you ran to your room as the truth dawned on you- he had murdered you.

#Loki #Lover #Angst #God of Mischief #Others #Submitted fic #submission #mad predictions #chapter 2 #inspired-snowflace

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starfleetwitch · 5 years

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My opinion of Hardbroom in the Finale

Ok so I know the fandom is divided about this, and I respect everyones opinion, but I just wanted to share my own too. I personally liked the finale just as much as I loved the rest of the season. I know people are claiming bad writing and are disappointed but I loved the peek into Hecate’s backstory, something we didn’t really get with the 90s worst witch. Yes we knew about Broomhead and how much she scared Constance but WE made her trauma up and theorised why she was so afraid through fanfiction. In this season we actually saw in canon how unfair the teachers were to this obviously struggling child. The trauma is canon and that trauma is that at the end of the day, Hecate thought she’d killed her best friend. This changed her Psychologically, emotionally and physically. In her head, she didnt deserve to be free, she deserved to be punished and thats why she decided herself to continue to be confined at cackles and push everyone away. Its canon that she became that frightened, guilty child every time she looked at Indigo running around free with Mildred. It had to have taken a toll on her already damaged emotional state. All those years of not dealing with her problems and now she has to deal with them all at once? yikes. In my head, for 30 years Hecate’s mind has been a stretched elastic band and every time something happened the got band stretched more to breaking point. She didnt talk to people about her problems, she dwelled in the guilt and grief her entire life on her own, meaning that band never became loose. I feel like indigo running away from her was akin to the band being stretched too far and snapping. Raquel did a wonderful job with this! The emotion, the chaotic behaviour and breaking voice. Hecate is a broken woman struggling to hold it all together and I actually applaud the writers for this. The message is to deal with your feelings and not bottle them up.

I know they didnt have to do all this to her. Some people see the confinement as a needless piece of plot, however, I think its a beautiful and rather tragic metaphor about how you can punish yourself needlessly instead of dealing with your problems and seeking help. It says a lot about how Hecate though she deserved to be treated. I also think it opens up a lot in terms of story line for the next series. I find it endlessly fascinating that both Hecate and Indigo are viewing the new world for the first time. I’m also hoping this opens up the story line for the All at Sea story to come into it. From a Fanficiton point of view, I personally love a bit of heart break and angst in a characters storyline. I love the idea of the strongest most steady minded character having flaws and becoming the one who needs help. I will admit to making Miss Hardbroom the damsel in the past in my fanfictions through exploring the physical relationship between her and Broomhead, therefore I applaud the writers for showing us how a person can break and become fractured through mental means. Not only did it give us angst and show how even the strongest of people are flawed, it also served as a reminder that our mental health is fragile, at least thats what I got from it. As for the rest of the storyline, Ethels a wee shit that needs expelled (I wont make excuses for her but on a side note, the way her mother AND FATHER treats her is also straight up abuse. Its so easy to blame the parents but in this case, I blame the fucking parents!)

#I was gonna put it under a 'read more' thingy but I cant find the button #Hecate hardbroom is my beautiful fallen angel #worst witch #hecate hardbroom #mildred hubble #ada cackle #miss hardbroom #joy hecate hardbroom #mental health #Constance hardbroom

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cordytriestowrite · 6 years

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Wrath

One Shot

Loki x Reader

Summary: You were usually amused by Loki's antics, but this one went too far.

Does anyone really like Mondays? You sure weren't a fan of the start of the work week, but the day was coming to a close. You took the subway home, barely hanging on to the cold metal pole in the middle of the crowded subway car. You rolled your shoulders back, feeling the tension pull at your muscles and creep up your neck into your skull. The beginnings of a headache settled upon you and you sighed, mentally exiting the rattling subway car and entering your apartment, anticipating the rest of your evening.

You imagined your boyfriend greeting you as you came in, smoothing down your hair at the sight of your tired face. He would kiss your forehead and offer to cook dinner while you relaxed in the bathtub. There would be candles and oils and...

The subway car came to a stop, pulling you from your fantasy. You sighed heavily, waiting for someone who was seated to stand and exit allowing you to take their space, but no one moved. You should have known, nothing in your life ever went the way you thought it did in your head.

Two more stops and you exited the subway, breathing in deeply after inhaling the stale air underground for over thirty minutes. Your feet ached with each step as you walked the remaining four blocks on autopilot. Your head took you back to your apartment and this time a more realistic fantasy blossomed. You would come home and your boyfriend might be there or he might not. Either way you would plop down on the couch and lose yourself in your latest obsession: Stardew Valley. You had invested a lot of time in the relaxing game and had been itching to play since you put it down late Sunday night. If anything could brighten your Monday mood it was running your farm in Stardew Valley until bed time.

Four flights of stairs and you were finally at your door. The foyer was silent and after you dropped your purse and keys you stepped further into your living room and heard faint conversation coming from the kitchen. You smiled softly, your boyfriends brother was visiting today. You decided not to disturb them, their alliance rocky and easily tipped like a poorly constructed seesaw. If it was going well you would not be the breeze that tilted them out of favor. You rushed excitedly to your Nintendo Switch, sitting in its dock next to your tv. You picked it up making the console portable, turning it on as you snuggled into the couch. You selected your profile and then your game, moving the joycons to the load button where your farm was saved, except it wouldnt move to the prompt. You frowned and double checked that you were on your profile and not your boyfriend's. You had set him up with a profile and encouraged him to play some games, but he declined immediately and had not even touched the gaming console since purchasing it for your birthday last month. But you were on your profile...

"Loki!" You called, pulling your tired body regretfully from the comfort of your couch. You called your boyfriend's name again when he didnt answer. You were feeling spikes of irritation at his lack of response. You entered the kitchen, jaw clenched and brows furrowed in anger.

Loki sat across from Thor at your kitchen table, both gods sipping mugs of beer. Thor looked up at you with a large welcoming smile that was slowly fading at the look on your face, but Loki was looking down at your hand and the game clasped in your tight fist. He gulped audibly, his adams apple bobbing up and down.

"I'm in trouble." He uttered, briefly flicking his panicked gaze to your eyes before looking to his brother for help.

Thor's eyes widened as he took in the scene unfolding between you and Loki. He picked up his mug and drank deeply until the large tankard was empty. With a swipe of his mouth using the back of his hand he cleared his throat and stood.

"I should go. Lots of work to do. People to save and all that." He said trying to keep his tone casual but failing to hide all of the awkwardness he was feeling. You stepped aside and Thor brushed past you and continued his way out of your apartment. His long legs bringing him to safety in only a few seconds.

"Work emergency my love, the world needs me." Loki attempted to ease past you and follow his brother but your hand came to his chest, stopping him long enough for you to block the doorway again.

"What happened to my game Loki?" You asked calmly, anger bubbling just underneath the surface.

Your relationship hadn't ever been easy. Living with the god of mischief meant a lot of things happened at your expense. Even though you suffered at the hands of Loki when he was feeling bored you found his good qualities mostly outweighed the pranks...mostly.

"I dont know?" He tried, offering you the smile he knew would make you melt in any other situation. It didnt work this time.

"Do you know what you've done Loki? This isnt like when you filled my underwear drawer with snakes or jump scared me with your copies hidden all over the house. This is hours of work just gone!" You felt your anger overflow and seep into your voice, ending your rant with a shrill whine that echoed even in your small kitchen.

"Its not even real, darling." Loki tried to reason, his hand running through his long dark hair as his own frustration bubbled up.

"Its real to me! It makes me happy and relaxes me."

"I'm real!" His voice overruled yours in volume his finger pointing at his own chest, "I make you happy! Why do you need to continue to play this stupid game instead of spending time with me?" He was panting heavily once he released the words he had wanted to tell you all weekend.

You stayed silent for a few moments, your own chest rising and falling rapidly. Your jaw was clenched, holding yourself back from jumping into another mindless bout of word vomit that would only worsen your argument. You thought carefully about his words. Loki had always been jealous, it was a trait of his you noticed early on in your relationship. He was jealous of his brother, jealous of his relationship with their father, his friendship with the Avengers, and for a long time jealous of his ability to be loved by a woman. When you came along it took Loki a long time to trust that you were actually into him and not using him to get to Thor. You looked down at the Nintendo Switch in your hand. Loki was jealous of this, for taking up so much of your time and attention. You felt a little bit of shame mingle in with the large mass of anger.

You must have been silent for too long because Loki was pulling your chin up to meet your eyes with his steely gaze. You reluctantly complied and stared fiercely at him, hoping he was only seeing the stubborn fury and not the guilt that was growing inside you. You were stubborn and so was he, so you could not hide your surprise when he wrapped his arms around your waist loosely and planted a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"I am sorry for what I've done, love. I did not realize it's importance to you." He whispered as he leaned his head against yours. You didnt bother to suppress your smile. You nuzzled into his chest and inhaled deeply. Loki rarely admitted he was wrong. You were finally softening him up after three years together and nothing could make you happier. You pulled away from his embrace just long enough to gently put the game down on the kitchen counter. You put your arms around Loki's neck, staring softly into his bright green eyes.

"You're more important than the game, Loki."

Your lips met gently as Loki closed the distance between you. Your lips fit so well with his own. Just like your first kiss and all the others you've shared before now you were left to swim in a sea of bliss with Loki's lips as your only floatarion device.

You parted only when you had no more breath in your lungs, which was always too soon for the god who could keep going easily. Your foreheads stayed pressed together as you laughed softly and stole a few more light pecks that Loki was more than willing to let you take. The terse air had dissipated entirely, leaving only contentment. Eventually Loki pulled away from you, leaving you slightly put out.

You watched him turn slightly and pick up the console in his large hand. The glowing display still on the starting screen of Stardew Valley. Loki pressed the button to begin a new game. He leaned against the counter and pulled you to him, one hand resting on your hip and the other holding the game watching it load the character creation.

"Now, I know I cannot bring your farm back," He said, punctuating his words with a couple kisses to your temple, "but we can start a new one. Together."

You smiled up at him and took the Switch from his hands. Your thumbs moved deftly across the buttons and directional stick, creating an pixilated version of Loki. He watched in amusement as you typed his name into the box and pressed 'okay'. As the game loaded you pulled his face to yours and shared another sweet kiss.

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki fic #loki fanfic #loki (marvel)#loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki x oc #one shot #marvel fanfiction #loki fanfiction #loki fandom #loki fluff

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mitchiet · 5 years

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i keep on torturing myself, subjecting myself to the worst kind of pain, cause i have so much grief, so much love, and im never really smiling without you, and i see you everywhere, in every song, and this is one of our songs but all of. them are because everything i am is yours or maybe not anymore, maybe i should crush this tiny little piece of hope that is burning through me and ravaging my aching body, and i keep on saying im ok, but the truth is im not, not without you, not without you

and i know i had my reasons for leaving but when i left all of them disappeared and now the only thing that sticks is the reasons i stayed, and there were so many reasons, so many. every time i hear your laugh or your voice or see your face my whole body aches to hold you, to have you cradle me in your arms, but this is it, curtains closed, so im fine, right? all fine, its all fine

i see you cry in the hallways and i just want to tap you on the shoulder and tell you it will be okay, or metion what page we are actually on, show you where to look, but i cant, i cant even look in your eyes for more than a moment yet my head is permanently turned your way, even when i wrench it back in place.

ive experienced heartbreak,but never like it is with you, never so all consuming that all i can manage is a tight-lipped "im fine" but not even because they will say something but im to lost in your smile and all these goddamn memories that the world fades away.

and i can see you, everywhere i look, but im sure you dont want me too. i can see the agony in your eyes and the tension in your shoulders and the quiver in your words but you are reverently wearing a mask that almost, almost covers it. but i know you too well, and i know that the moment they all look away that mask falls off like sliced ribbons.

nothing in me was prepared for the agony of loosing you, of never being able to hear your laugh as if it was because of me. nothing prepared me for the beat to drop, for the shaking hands,the crying nights, all they told me was that it would be good for me, for you.

and my backround is a simple drawing with "i couldnt stay to say goodbye" on it and that makes me think of you and ill play something in guitar and it reminds me of your voice, and ill lay on my bed and think of you here too, and then all i want to do is kiss the sad look out of your eyes but you arent mine anymore, not anymore.

it hurts like a bitch, and i just want it to feel better. and they say it takes time but infinity isnt enough time to get over you, not now, not like this.

they say you have to love yourself first, well i call bullshit.

i loved love you so much that i had forgotten what hating myself felt like.

but now all that love is just greif and my mind is a sea of agony and i just want to go back home, to your arms, and give you what you deserved from the start.

i should have lit the stars for you, everyday, i should have danced with you, and reassured you when you couldnt stop shaking.

i didnt do enough, and now i can never make up for that.

#i still love you #my words #old words #from an older era

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futurepurplepaladin · 6 years

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When I’m With You I’m Home- Part 1

Anonymous: 11+15+73+81 for lance reuniting with an s/o he left on earth

11) “Wow, you look… amazing.”

15) ““When I’m with you, I’m home.”

73) ““Please don’t say goodbye.”

81) “Come with me.”

Word Count: ALOT

Who: Lance x Reader

Warnings: Nope clean fluff- one cuss word (H E Double Hockey Sticks)

Hope you enjoy!!!

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“Bye, Auntie!”

“Bye, y/n, be back before sundown- I dont want you out in the dark!”

“Alrightie- byeeee!”

You closed the door of the small house you and your aunt shared, then closing the gate in front. FOr some reason that gate never closed right, leaving a loud bang of metal behind you.

You walked quickly off your steps, reaching for your surfboard as you sprint down to the ocean.

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Your house was very close to the ocean, a 5 minute walk at the most. Today was one of those blissful days; no tourists, no surfer guys trying to grab your attention- complete and utter calm.

You sat on the warm sand, relishing the feeling of scrunching your toes in the softness. You were wearing a “Coca Cola” crop top, which you took off for the long day ahead. You wore your traiditonal bathing suit, a white halter top bikini set. You tied your hair up into a quick bun (which you knew would come out during a wipe out), strapped the board to your ankle, and rain for the waves.

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Surfing took your mind off everything. Off the “accident.” The sorrow your town still felt, even though it had happened a year and a half ago. You still saw the McClains’ to this day, and seeing their smiles etched still with pain hurt you more than the fact everyone “pretended” Lance was alive even though they secretly gossiped that he was dead. It reminded you that you were just like them: still hurting.

Lance and you had been friends since childhood, running with sticks, pretending they were lightsabers and running after lizards. You guys were inspereable. He was the one who taught you how to surf. You were the one who introduced him to space. The whole neighborhood used to tease you two when you were young calling LAnce your “Little Lover” and you his “Little Miss.” You both pretended you hated it, looking at each other in disgust. You usual reaction was to give him a dirty look and say “HIm?” UGHHHHHH!”, and to make a barfing noise. LAnce’s usual thing was puff out his chest and say, “Me and her? Nuh uh, Im a bachelor- I got to many ladies to pick through!”

Forever it was like that- pretending to only be friends, until the day you two began to grow up, seeing not their chilldhood friend but a crush.

Both you and Lance enrolled into the Garrison, and you both got in. You waited to open up your GArrison letters together, and you to met at the beach, ripping up your letters feverishly. You pulled out the acceptance letters and you both screamed in glee. Lance had grabbed your hand, making you dance in the wet sand as waves lapped at your feet, him still screaming and you laughing out of glee.

Then came the “Congratulation” parties, then the Going Away parties, then off to the Garrison you went.

You had excpected to be in Lance’s team (being the engineer), but you didnt. You two were upset- but quickly got over it saying- “Its for the best. We gotta part ways some days Feo.” You used his nickname on him, and he laughed nervously. But Lance began to drift away, and as hard as you tried to keep him with you- you couldnt. His new friends, and his rivalry with Keith was keeping him to busy to be with you, and you began to not love LAnce but despise him. He kept running off, getting people in trouble, and he wasnt being the same. HUnk and Pidge were nice, you had classes with them, so they weren’t the issue.

You confronted LAnce one night, the very night he disappeared. Your bottled up emotions exploded when he told you he was sneaking off outside the GArrison.

“So, your just going to leave?! Because Lance does what he wants, when he wants to, huh?” you yelled glaring at him.

“I dont need you to tell me what I cant or cant do! You dont control me!”

“You’re being an idiot, Lance!”

“Your just jealous Im doing better than you! You don't want to see me do well and have fun- you didnt help me when Keith was being a jerk, because you know Im more talented, more social, and more fun than you are! You barely have friends, while everyone knows my name!”

“First of all-” you know what, forget it you wouldnt understand!” you felt tears pickling your eyes. “Just go.”

Lance knew you like the back of his hand- he knows when he over stepped it.

“Wait- y/n, Im sorry, i didnt really-”

“JUST GO!” you looked up at him, letting you tears run freely, and you walked to your room, and slammed the door, sliding down against it, and broke down.

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You replayed this moment for the millionth time as you sat on your surfboard, where the waves were calm.

You felt guilty for that night, feeling it was your fault for pushing LAnce away. You saw LAnce’s rivalry with Keith as stupid, knowing Keith was a better pilot, but didnt want to hurt your friend’s feelings by telling him that. He started to get mad and wanted somebody to listen after you would change the subject quickly when he brought it up, so he started talking to Hunk, who was to nice NOT to listen. You had no friends (besides maybe Pidge and HUnk) because you were so busy trying to get back LAnce, even though he kept brushing you off. You felt you had lost your best friend, and maybe it could have been something more. It wasnt your fault, you knew that, but- you wished you had done something different. Didnt deal with him like that.

The waves calmed you. Bittersweet moments like this came back to you, and little moments with LAnce you treasured. The times you would trip on cracks in the road when you were little, and he was the one that bandaged your cuts. The time your were Leia and he was Han for Halloween. The time he surprised you with a birthday cake for your birthday, but had forgotten to add sugar, and in an attempt to cover up the very flat cake had put globs of icing as big as ice cream scoops all over. You smiled at this one, remembering how the taste was so terrible that you spit the cake out in his face, and he was running around grossed out of his mind with half eaten cake all over his front while you sat laughing so hard your stomach hurt for hours after the incident.

You felt a tear roll off your cheek. You wiped it away. Remembering hurt, but forgetting would hurt worse.

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The sun began to set, and you realized you had to go home.

You sighed, because everything was perfect- the sand was cast in a golden honey glow as the sun began to lay upon the horizon. The water was being colored not blue, but soft shades of baby pink, fiery red, and hibiscus orange. The air was cool, and the smell of sea salt filled your noise.

The day had been a long one. You did have some wipe outs, which made your your hair turn into loose ringlets from the sea salt. You brushed your hair to the side, and began to pick up your things until-

A faint sound of a purr came over you, something was flying-you gasped, seeing a blue robotic lion fly past your head and to the far side of the beach.

You gasped. It couldn’t be-

You began to fast walk cautiously to the giant cat. Was it really him? How the hell is he here? Where has he been? Is it really him?

You saw the lion, far off, beginning to crouch. It opened its large mouth, and you saw a man clawed in blue armor step out-he was paler than before, his hair was longer, but it had to be-

“LANCE!” you screamed, realizing who was in front of you. You broke into a run, trying to catch your footing on the sand. You saw him turn to face you, and you were close enough know to see his face break into a huge smile.

“Y/N!!!” He screamed back, breaking into a run just like yours.

You grabbed each other, and held on tight. Loads of questions began to fill your mouth, and all Lance could do was repeat, “I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you guys so much!” Into your hair.

“Lance where have you been, everyone’s been worried sick, I’ve missed you, I thought you were dead, what happened, God I wanted to say sorry to you for so long- Ive MISSED YOU!” You wanted to cry- the thing you wanted most was back in your life: Lance was back.

He spun you in the air, like he did so many years ago on the day you were accepted into the Garrison. You both laughed, and you stayed there, him holding your waist, and you having your hands wrapped around his neck.

“I’ve missed you a lot Lance…” you smiled softly, putting your forehead on his. The butterflies came back, tickling your stomach gently.

“I’ve missed you a lot too y/n- I’ve always wanted to tell you something and I was always too scared to- but I realized life’s too quick to keep stuff to yourself.”

You were hanging on to his every word, anticipating what he’d say. He looked nervous, almost embarrassed to say what he was trying to tell you, and that made the butterflies fly around in your stomach more fiercely than before.

“I like you y/n, like a lot, and I know you probably-“

In a spurt of courage and happiness, you grabbed his face and kissed him.

Sparks flew- he tasted like cherries, you tasted like salt water.

You pulled apart, realizing your feet were back in the sand again- “Wow”, LAnce said breathlessly.

You chuckled softly, watching his light blue eyes turn indigo in the Cuban sunset.

Realization hit him, noticing you were only in your bathing suit.

“Wow, you look amazing,” he didn’t say this in his flirty voice, he didn’t mean it like that- it shocked you to hear he was genuinely complimenting you (for once).

And you did. You found surfing was your outlet to deal with Lance’s dissapaperance. But it wasn’t always like this though. For a long time, the grief of Lance cost you to kind of give up. The Garrison brought back to many painful memories, so you left. When you got back home, that brought me memories to; you stayed in your room, you didn’t come out for meals- it was like you disappeared too. But in an attempt to bring you back, your Aunt lovingly locked you out of the house and told you not to come back until you did something OUTSIDE of your room. You sat on the ground for a while, confused on what to do: it had been awhile since you had been outside. You opened your garage, and saw Lances blue and white surfboard- he had left it at your house before leaving- you grabbed it, feeling a surge of new found energy. You grabbed it and ran to the ocean.

You got addicted- your aunt almost called the police one night because she thought you got kidnapped- but she went down to ocean and found you there, swimming in the pitch black waves. She literally almost had a heart attack- but she knows better than to stop you. It helps you.

Now your muscles were taught, your personality was back, and you could think clearer than before.

“Im glad your home,” you say softly, putting your head in the crook of his neck.

“When Im with you…. Im home,” he replied, holding you tightly and stroking your hair.

You breathing hitched, hearing these few words that meant everything, but you breathed out again and smiled.

Realization swarmed you, your smile turned straight,, and you pushed off his body. LAnce was shocked and confused, and you shouted, “Where have you been?”

Lance’s blush deepened, and he scratched his neck- “Well, um- its kind of a long sto-”

“Getting busy over there LAnce?” a voice taunted in front of you; the voice was undefiable as male or female- but you recognized it at once.

“Wait is that- PIDGE?”

Part 2 comin soon!

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