#but something something grabbing oblivious daydreamer's wrist

[imthetunnelunderoceanblvd]

LOVE YOUR WORKS SM!!!!

what about jealous!miles railing me like a rag doll

yes. def yes. absoloutly yes. ofc. this sucks but eh i wrote it in an hour and im tired asf so yea + ignore any spelling mistakes im too lazy to edit lol

miles quaritch x reader

warnings: unprotected sex, jealous sex, smut, kissing, bonding, slight degrading, dirty talking, mentions of impregnating.

feels like sugar in me.

the night breeze felt magical on your skin as you sat with your friends and a few other people of your clan with miles quaritch, a sky demon who was in a bad condition when you first saw him laying down on the ground, with an ikran shielding over his body, after all this time, you were still mesmerized by the way he had adapted to the way of your clan, and the way your olo’eyktan praised his hunting skills. you admired his progress. the man who once didn’t know how to use a bow was now an expert, hell, even better than some hunters in your clan, sitting on the other side with some hunters.

a few different shades of purple tinted your soft cheeks as you watched his strong muscules flex and for a second, all you wanted to do was inch closer and touch his chest, his arms, his thighs, just touch any part of him, really. it was wrong yes. and you did not like him yes. but the urge to run your hands all over his strong chest was too unbearable, in your mind, you were leaving kisses all over his chest.

you snapped out of the daydreaming when you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder and you looked up. li’rro. a mighty warrior of your clan.

“i see you, y/n,” you nodded your head “i see you, li’rro.” he offered you his hand and you gave him a questioning look “come, i want to show you something.”

“okay..” you nodded your head and took his hand and stood to your feet, you looked at your friends as you walked with li’rro and they gave you a weird look, you shrugged it off and walked with him, noting how your parents too gave you a proud looks that you noted as weird.

one thing you did miss is miles’ grumpy face, eyes as sharp as a dagger, only if looks could kill... li’rro would be on the ground next to your feet dead already.

“so? what is you wanted to show me? i’ve already seen the lake,” you looked up at li’rro as he fiddled with his fingers before taking both your hands in his “y/n i - i’ve been having these fantasies about - about you, about us, about being with -” his eyes met yours for a brief second and you swear on eywa you saw stars in his eyes “about being with -” he continued on but was shortly cut by miles’ hand resting on his shoulder li’rro turned around his eyes meeting with miles’ sharp one, you noticed the stern look on his face.

“i see you, brother, li’rro, but i am afraid that i have to borrow y/n here for a minute.” li’rro opened his mouth to talk but miles was quick to grab your hand and quickly take you somewhere else, somewhere where nobody can disturb you. somewhere where he is the only one who can look at you, take in all your beauty, your rage, your sadness, everything, really. your wrist started to hurt from his grip, you were oblivious to where he was taking you, you had no idea why he was taking you anyway, so you stayed silent, not by choice though, it was as if your tongue was tied.

the moment you were in an empty area you were being pushed to the ground with miles ontop of you, both your hands were being pinned down by miles bigger hands “what the fuck was that with li’rro? huh?” he asked, voice gravelly “you want him? you wanna be a slut for him? huh? goddamn it! answer me!” he yelled at you and you shrieked in pain when his hand gripped your cheeks.

“what? why are you asking! this does not concern you!” you protested “uh huh? is that so? yes it does concern me! you are nothing but a slut! you want him to mate with you? so you can hop on his dick?” your eyes wide in disbelief shaking your head saying no after a no after a no. he couldn’t possibly mean it- no way he meant whatever he was saying.

“it sure looked like it, babydoll,” he mocked. there it goes again. that asshole side of him. the side he thought he had burried a long time ago “explain then!” he yelled at you making you squirm underneath him.

“there is nothing to explain! i don’t have to explaing anything to you!” you said.

his rough hands left your and went down to his tweng, undoing the knots until his hard cock was free. your eyes fluttered closed as you felt his hands lift up your top and kiss at the soft bud before engulfing it with his warm mouth, his cock poking at your soft tummy as his hips grinded on the soft flesh, his right hand on the side of your waist while his left rubbing at your already wet cunt, it felt good at first but it grew uncomfy with each second passing.

his fingers reached for your queue while he unlatched his mouth from your once soft nipple, lifting it up to his sight of vision, the pink tedrils moving begging to be connected with another queue, and he gave them what they want. he reached for his queue and connected the both. he saw the way your pupils were blown the send the tendrils of his queue wrapped around yours, he felt your fear, your excitement, and you felt his rage, his lust, his needs. and you loved every bit of it.

his hand went to your tweng pulling it all the way down to your thighs. then he leaned forward, his leaking tip touching your clit, he marked how a gentel touch to your clit made you whine and buck your hips up, he wanted to know how you’d react when his cock is deep down inside of you, he slowly started dragging it down to your entrance, and with a single thrust, his cock was deep inside your cunt. you moaned out loud at the feeling of being full, your back arched when his fingers toyed with your clit, it was too much, the way his cock was mercilessly slamming in you, the brutal pace he set, it was all too much, it made you feel warm inside.

“f-fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he said, his cock purposefully aiming at your sweet spot. the forest was filled with your high keening, his grunts and the sounds of skin slapping against skin wetly. His steady rhytm started to falter, his thrust shortening down to grinding as he approached the edge. the friction on your clit from his fingers was enough. but then he slammed inside one last time, stilling his hips “you want me to finish inside you? fill you up like a pretty girl? huh? want to carry my baby?” you nodded your head, both of you moaning loudly as he filled you up with his release. you watched in awe, his chest rising and falling steadily as he panted, catching his breath, then slowly pulling out. he got up and caught your lips in a hot slow kiss, his tongue inside your mouth, exploring every inch of your mouth, his fangs catching your lower lip bitting at the plump skin, he doesn’t know how he managed to break the kiss and the connection your queues held. he laid down next to you with your head on his chest, his hand ontop of yours as you closed your eyes, drifting off to a deep slumber, he knew he was going to sleep happily tonight with you on his side.

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[katierosefun]

when you wind up crushing on your own original characters what then  😔

#caroline talks #me sternly: don't face-cast anyone because if you do you'll wind up falling in love #me: [face casts] #me: dammit caroline! #idk i think i have the biggest crushes on scarf boy and just wanna be an english major and my wife duh #also comedic relief but pining and does not actually have the brain cell #i'm half in love with all of them and that makes me >:((((((((( #i would simply be that weirdo hovering in the corner lmao #anyways i have many feelings about one of them #my beloved just wanna be an english major boy-- #he wears super formal clothing on a day to day basis for Reasons #sees a walking corpse following him around and decides to offer her his jacket #i have this one very very important scene between him and oblivious daydreamer in my head right now #and it is making me SCREAM #only problem: i have to write it #but something something grabbing oblivious daydreamer's wrist #and trying to come up with something to say but nothing comes out #it's such a trope that i'm obsessed with and i feel like it's right for him #all the books in the world....all the romantic stories he might have consumed wouldn't have prepared him for this methinks

[creweemmaeec11]

Villain X Hero Writing Prompt- Today is the Villain's birthday but due to a bad memory accosiated with it (and because the villain is kinda lonely) they dont celebrate. The villain has a battle with the hero with the hero merging victorious, kidnapping the villain. The villain thinks they've been kidnapped for information however the hero made made dinner and got a meaningful gift for the villain. Have fun with this prompt!

I love this concept. Villains being surprised with pleasantries is everything♡ I know I didn't quite get to the present part, but it felt like the right place to cut it off. I also just realized I kinda forgot about the "for information" part, oops. also I'm so sorry this took so long!

As if their day couldn't suck any more than it already did, the villain had to go and top it off with losing in a fight with the city's hero.

Could this day get *any* worse?

They were handcuffed in the back of the hero's police car, driving through the city, towards the city jail, just like they had so many times before.

The villain had escaped jail multiple times, so this wasn't much more than a large inconvenience for them, at least it would have been, had it happened on *any* other day.

The criminal in question had gone out to avoid sitting at home alone with their thoughts today. Having to sit alone with their thoughts in a jail cell was an even worse option.

Letting out a deep sigh, they flopped back against the seat. Miserable. They just felt miserable. It felt like they couldn't even see colour in the world around them anymore.

"You're much quieter than usual," the hero commented as they drove, "Is something wrong?

"Excuse me‽"

"You're usually more talkative. These drives have never been this quiet before,"

"What do you care?" The villain muttered as they turned to look out the window.

That's when the villain suddenly realized something.

"Wait, we aren't going the right way," the villain blurted out, sitting up straighter suddenly.

The hero in the front seat gave a laugh under their breath, "you only just noticed?"

"This isn't the way to the station or city jail,"

"That would be because we aren't going to the station or city jail,"

The villain felt their throat tighten.

"Where are we going?" The villain asked, trying and failing to sound demanding. There were notes of slight fear. Nerves.

In the rearview mirror, the villain saw the hero glance at them, before their gaze fell back to the road ahead.

They didn't say anything.

"Hero..." the villain tried, "Where are you taking me...?"

"You'll see," was the hummed response.

A feeling of dread settled in their stomach.

Looking out the window, the car was already on the outskirts of the city.

Suddenly the radio was flicked on.

The villain swallowed nervously.

What a day to go out on, of all the 365 to choose from in a year.

After driving for close to half an hour, they were well outside the city and into the surrounding woods, pulling up to what looked like a small cabin.

It wasn't that the villain exactly *blamed* the hero for what they were about to do. Clearly, they'd pushed the other too far, or maybe the hero had finally grown tired of their game of cat and mouse.

This just wasn't how the villain imagined themselves leaving this mortal coil. It was always in a blaze of glory, last stand type of thing.

Still, they couldn't find it in themselves to fight back. Not today. Perhaps it was fate, to be taken out on the same day it all began. Poetic, if not ironic.

The hero got out of the car, straightening themselves and stretching for a moment before turning and opening the back door.

"Are you coming?" The hero asked, before surprisingly taking a step back away from the door so the villain could get out on their own. Not like it mattered, the hero probably knew there was nowhere to run out here now.

"Do I have a choice?" The villain muttered under their breath, looking at the ground.

The hero had the *audacity* to look *surprised* at that. As if they were shocked the villain wasn't jumping with excitement to get this over with.

"Well, I mean... no... I guess... I'd like to think I'm not forcing you but..."

The villain sighed, before swinging their feet out and standing up. Luckily, they'd been cuffed in the front this time, which- now that they thought about it, was also abnormal- but it made it easier to get out of the car on their own.

Still, they felt the hero put a hand under their arm to help steady them -as if polite bedside manner would change anything, only for the villain to shrug them off.

"I'm assuming there's nothing I can say to talk you *out* of doing this, is there?"

"What?" The hero asked in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"Ya know, pull the whole 'you don't have to do this, I'll be better, I swear' kind of thing?"

"Excuse me-?"

"I mean-" the villain continued. They were rambling now. Maybe the fear was finally fully starting to kick in. The desperation, because they really *didn't* want this. There was no way they'd allow themselves to beg, but- "it would be a lie either way, I guess, despite the fact I probably shouldn't have said that I'm assuming you'd already know anyway, so-"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down," the hero said, placing a hand on the villain's shoulder gently, snapping them out of their spiralling thoughts, "What in the world do you think I brought you out here for?"

The villain rolled their eyes, "At least make it quick, will you? And stop acting oblivious or like I forced your hand. At least own up to what your about to do,"

The other's eyes widened as the final piece clicked into place, "You think-! I'm not gonna kill you-!" They cried in what could have been mistaken for horror.

The criminal furrowed their brows.

"I brought you here to *show* you something, silly!" The hero explained, before stepping forward and unclipping the handcuffs off the villain's wrists.

Said villain's eyes widened, "what‽"

The hero nodded, smiling, "I have a surprise for you,"

"What?!" They asked again.

The hero only nodded excitedly before turning the villain by the shoulders and giving them a gentle push towards the door, "Go on! Look inside!"

The villain glanced at the hero uncertainty before stepping forward toward the cabin.

When they opened the door, they froze on the spot.

It wasn't anything crazy.... the inside looked like any other cabin. Table, chairs, small kitchen and living area with a couch and tv. Warm glowing lights and-

A banner hung from the ceiling that read in large letters "HAPPY BIRTHDAY"

The villain spun around so fast they nearly gave themself whiplash, turning to the hero that had sense come up behind them.

They jumped back slightly, words and air catching in their throat as they gawked at the hero like they'd grown 3 more heads.

Said hero laughed lightheartedly, "Surprise!"

"What..."

It was like that had become the only word in their vocabulary.

"I know it isn't decorated much, but I didn't think you'd like the cliche ribbons and streamers and party hats," they made some jazzhand-like gesture, "I was also going to blindfold you but I didn't think you'd let me do that either,"

The villain could only stare, like their brain couldn't process the words they were hearing.

"I also made dinner, and a cake! Oh! I also have a gift for you too!"

The villain didn't move.

"Oh, and one last thing, I gave up and the fun cliche stuff just for you so I'm gonna make you suck it up and accept a birthday hug,"

"Why..." the villain managed, "why would you..."

"Why not?"

"I don't deserve this, I don't-" their voice cracked.

"Hey," the hero said softly, taking a step forward, "I heard you didn't celebrate, and I couldn't just let that happen. Everyone deserves to have a good birthday,"

The villain couldn't find any words, but the single tear that managed to quickly slip out and down their cheek did all the speaking for them.

The hero gave a small, sympathetic smile before opening their arms.

Nobody moved for a moment, before the villain caved, stepping forward and looking at the ground. They didn't reciprocate, keeping their own arms close to their chest, but allowed the hero to wrap theirs around them.

They'd never realized just how much taller the hero was until they were basically burying their face into the heros collar.

The villain couldn't even bring themselves to care at the moment, because they suddenly felt so safe, which was bizarre, considering how they felt on the way, but here they were.

"I still don't think I deserve this. Especially from you," the villain muttered from where their head was still tucked down against the hero's chest.

"I don't think your qualified for that kind of thinking, considering what you thought you deserved on the way here, which I'm almost offended by, by the way,"

The hero was rewarded with a small laugh.

"So, come on," the hero said before suddenly pulling back. They reached up, gently using their thumb to brush away the tear track on the villains face, "no tears," They reached down, grabbing the villains hand to gently tug them further inside "let's make some better birthday memories,"

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[helloalycia]

my patient’s neighbour [six] // wanda maximoff

summary: after spending some more time with Wanda against your will, you begin to realise how she feels for you.

warning/s: none.

author's note: hope you like angst! because you got it 👀 also there’s only one more part left after this so be prepared!

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part seven | masterlist | wattpad

"You look like you're on a warpath."

I stopped speed walking around the place when Natasha appeared out of nowhere, stepping in front of me. She seemed entertained, before she realised I was probably actually on a warpath.

"Hey, what happened?" she asked, amusement replaced with concern in seconds.

"Wanda happened," was all I said, before walking around her and storming up to the Sokovian in question.

When she spotted me, she opened her mouth to say something, but I didn't give her chance to as I grabbed her wrist and began to drag her away.

"Sorry, if you'll excuse me," Wanda got out to the guests she was chatting with, before I yanked her away. She began to complain as I did, asking, "What are you doing? I was in the middle of a conversation!"

I ignored her and proceeded to drag her away, certain that steam would be coming from my ears if this was a cartoon. Finding a private place to talk, I let go of her hand and spun around with a glare.

"Your thoughts are very loud right now," she said playfully, clearly not reading the situation.

"Then you know that I'm imagining several different ways to murder you," I got out between gritted teeth.

She scrunched her nose. "They all end in you going to prison."

Something about that obnoxious smile she wore and the way her hazel eyes watched me with anticipation was making me angrier by the second.

"How can you do that?!" I asked with exasperation.

She quirked a brow. "And what is 'that' exactly?"

I locked my jaw. "You ruined my date! You kept getting into my head all day, you were rude to Elise, and you're just– you're oozing with jealousy when you're the one who broke up with me!"

She scrunched her nose for the second time, and whereas I would have once found that endearing, I know found it greatly frustrating.

"Oozing? Really? Who says that?"

I closed my hands into fists, trying not to get baited by her purposeful obliviousness. But she was already under my skin, and ever since she broke up with me, the anger had been bubbling away, ready to come out.

"You're such a bitch, Wanda!" I shouted at her without hesitation. "You don't care that you just ruined my chance at moving on! Six months has passed since you broke up with me – you don't get to be jealous! I had to learn to be without you because you gave up on us and that's on you! So, you don't get to be here and make me feel bad for having a chance at a date because you can't make up your mind about us. It's not fair!"

My shoulders relaxed as I got my thoughts out, the anger still present but not as heavy on my back. She was infuriating as I watched her. Barely fazed by my words, a small smile played on her lips. She did nothing to acknowledge my mini speech, instead waiting for me to say something else.

"Seriously?!" I squeaked, my voice rising with annoyance. "Nothing?!"

As if pulled from a daydream, she straightened up and seemed confused. "Huh?"

I groaned loudly, eyebrows raised with disbelief. "For God's sake, Wanda!" Running out of patience, I shook my head and glared harshly. "I want you to stay away from me. You don't get to be in my life like this. And just in case you don't understand what I'm saying, here's something you will. Otvali (fuck off)!"

Not bothering to wait for a response, I stomped past her and didn't look back. As I was walking away, a tear slipped from my eye and I whipped it away without question. She didn't get to do this to me, not again. It wasn't fair.

— 

Despite practically yelling in Wanda's face to stay away from me, she didn't take the hint. Instead, I proceeded to see her two more times in places I least expected it. To be fair, I don't think she did it on purpose. But she could have easily walked the other way and pretended not to see me. Instead, she thought it would be best to piss me off further.

The first time was when I was at a park with a new patient I was caring for. He was wheelchair-bound, so I pushed him around as we spoke to pass the time. We eventually stopped at a newspaper stand since he wanted to buy a few magazines, and that's when I conveniently got bumped into by the Sokovian witch.

"Y/N, hey!" she exclaimed when I turned to see who was there. She had a wide smile on her face, eyes shining bright under the sun. Admittedly, it took my breath away for a second, as I didn't expect it in the slightest. But then I remembered who it was and tried to ignore the way my heart rate sped up.

"Hello," I mumbled, before looking back to the newspaper stand with hopes she'd go away.

"And who is this beautiful young woman, Y/N?" my patient, Dayton, asked as he noticed her beside me.

I pursed my lips, trying to figure out the best response without earning more questions from Dayton, but Wanda decided to answer instead.

"We were girlfriends," she told Dayton with a grin, eyes glancing to me.

"Key word being were," I added quickly, shooting her a look, before looking to Dayton. "It's not a big deal."

"It may not be to you, but it's good to see you, moya lyubov' (my love)," she said softly, grin fading into a genuine smile.

"Don't call me that," I snapped, hating the way her words had such an effect on me. Her stupid accent and her stupid smile and her stupid pretty eyes. Hated it all.

"Ooh, what does that mean?" Dayton asked, looking up between us.

"Nothing, Dayton," I told him calmly, before nodding to the stand. "Just buy your magazines whilst I talk to Wanda."

He shrugged and did as I said, leaving me a moment to stand back and look to Wanda disapprovingly.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, lowering my voice so I wouldn't make a scene. Nothing was accidental with her.

"Just enjoying a walk through the park," she answered with a shrug.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, enjoy your walk."

As I made an attempt to leave, she stepped in front of me suddenly.

"Wait, can we talk?" she asked, losing any sense of mischief.

"No," I deadpanned. "Now, can I leave?"

She frowned, eyes pleading. "Please?"

"I said no."

She sighed, glancing around with irritation. Her eyes settled on the flower stand beside the newspaper stand and I didn't have chance to question what she was thinking before her eyes began to glow red. Raising her hand conspicuously, red wisps of energy appeared and she levitated a single flower from one of the many bouquets, hovering it before me.

"For you," she said, and I ripped it out of the air, frantically looking around in case anyone saw.

"Very clever," I said sarcastically, before looking at the flower and shaking my head. "Stealing isn't cool, by the way."

I dropped the flower on the ground and walked away, my foot stepping on it as I did. She needed to get a damn hint.

—

The second time Wanda reappeared in my life was when Anna invited me to Sasha's home for a visit. I'd been once before, a few weeks after she'd moved in with her granddaughter's family, but not since then. This time, she'd invited me over again to catch up and I assumed it would just be me and her family; Oh, how wrong I was.

Sasha and her family were pretty wealthy, their house sitting on the outskirts of New York and on its own private land. She was a lawyer, hence the wealth, and her home was absolutely stunning with its high ceilings, floor to ceiling windows and three floor structure. Even as I parked out front for the second time in my life, I was blown away.

As I got out of my car and locked it, I noticed another car parking out front – a taxi, dropping someone off. Curious, I waited to see who it was. My eyes narrowed when I noticed a familiar face exiting the taxi and paying the driver. When the taxi drove off, Wanda saw me and began to smile with amusement, joining me at the front door.

"The stalking is getting creepy you know," I told her when she stood by my side.

I knocked on the door using the giant knocker and waited patiently for someone to answer.

"I'd love to take the credit for this," Wanda answered, and I could see her smug smile in my peripheral, "but I was invited by Anna."

I swallowed hard, resisting the urge to roll my eyes, both at Wanda's presence and Anna's secrecy. "Of course she did..."

The door opened to reveal none other than Anna Pivec herself, balancing on her cane and grinning at the sight of Wanda and I.

"Devushki (girls), you made it!" she exclaimed with delight, before stepping to the side. "Please, come on in!"

We both entered her home and watched as she closed the door before giving us both a big hug without warning.

"Oh, okay," I mumbled, but wrapped an arm around her gently. "It's good to see you, too, Anna."

Anna laughed wholeheartedly before pulling away. "I'm sorry. I just missed you both is all. It's so good to have you here, together again. Just like old times."

I forced a small smile, knowing what she meant but also feeling a pang in my heart because it wasn't completely like old times, not really. Naturally, my eyes fell to Wanda who was already looking my way, a similar expression on her face. I wondered if she was thinking the same.

"C'mon, I'll bring you to the kitchen where everybody else is," Anna said, already leading the way. "They're excited to have you over again."

"You didn't mention Wanda would be here, too," I noted as she led us through the main hall.

"Oh, didn't I?" she replied, feigning confusion. "I must have forgotten."

"Hmm." I pursed my lips, ignoring the obnoxious smile that returned to Wanda's lips as we followed Anna.

She led us to the kitchen where Sasha and her husband were preparing some food for the supposed barbecue we'd be having. I'd met her husband the last time I visited, so it was easy to get reacquainted with them both as we met them again.

After a brief catch up, Wanda and I offered to help with the food, but Sasha insisted we take a break and hang out with the twins – her kids – whilst they cooked it up outside. So, I soon found myself heading to the living room with Wanda as Anna went to fetch the twins from their bedrooms upstairs.

I wasn't exactly keen on being left alone with Wanda, so I decided not to say anything and simply keep to myself as we waited for Anna's return. Killing time, I wandered around the living room and looked at the family photos hung on the wall. It was the same as last time, except now there were a few new additions, clearly from Anna, which made me smile without thinking.

They were of Wanda, Anna and I, back when I used to care for her and we'd hang out at her apartment. Some were in the apartment itself whilst others were from places we'd visited together on different occasions. I recognised a handful of them from when Wanda and I were just friends and a few more from when we were a couple. It was clear in the photos which were which, as Wanda was holding my waist and grinning from ear to ear, myself doing the same. For a split second, I almost forgot she'd broken my heart.

"Wow, we looked really cute together, didn't we?" her stupid Sokovian accent sounded by my ear, and I lost my smile when I felt Wanda's presence stood a little too close to me.

She was looking over my shoulder at the photos on the wall and I tried not to get frustrated, but she made it impossible.

"Yeah, we were," I agreed, noticing the surprise on her face at my words, but then I continued, "until you dumped me because you were too scared to stay in a relationship."

Her smile faded at my words and I left her standing there, instead going to the couch to wait there. I wasn't sure why Anna had kept those photographs of us, but I wished she hadn't. 

After what felt like forever, Anna finally returned with her two great-grandkids in tow. Alex and Marina, both seven-years-old, grinned adorably at Wanda and I, betraying their missing teeth.

"Well, look who it is," Wanda said with a bright smile, bending over and putting her hands on her knees. "My favourite set of twins."

Despite how annoying she was, I couldn't help but smile at the way she treated kids. She was always so good with them generally, way better than I was.

"G.G. said we could play Mario Kart," Marina said behind a nervous smile, looking between us. "Can we?"

G.G. was what they called Anna – short for 'great-grandmother'. I found it cute that they accepted her into the family so easily, like no time had been missed.

"I think we can," I said with a warm smile. "But I can't promise we'll take it easy on you."

Alex fist-pumped with excitement before running to the TV to set up his Nintendo Switch. Marina, the calmer of the two, motioned for Wanda and I to take a seat on the couch with her. Anna joined us, taking her place on the recliner, and watched with amusement.

Wanda and I had never actually visited them together, so it was refreshing to see how excited they got around her. Clearly she'd made an impression last time.

"For you," Alex said politely, holding out a controller to me.

"Why thank you," I said, accepting it. "So polite."

He seemed embarrassed as he did the same with Wanda, who hadn't stopped smiling since they came in. After handing his sister a controller, he joined us on the couch, forcing everyone to move up a little and making Wanda press closer to me at the end of the seat. I gave her a knowing look to which she smiled innocently, making me roll my eyes.

"You not gonna have a go, Anna?" Wanda teased Anna as Alex began to set up the game.

"The moving cars makes my head spin," the older Sokovian woman admitted. "You guys enjoy though."

Soon enough, the first game commenced and I was surprised at how competitive I was being, adamant on at least beating Wanda if not the twins. They, of course, spent all their time playing this, so Marina won Wanda and I easily. Wanda came in fourth, I came in third and Alex came in second.

"You just got lucky," Wanda said with a shrug, glancing at me.

"If you say so," I played along, a ghost of a smile on my lips.

"I'm being Toad this time!" Marina exclaimed as Alex set up the next round.

"I'll be Princess Peach," Wanda decided nonchalantly.

"She won't help you win," I said without thinking.

"We'll see, milashka (cutie)," she responded with a playful smile.

I nudged her in the arm, signalling for her to not call me that, but she only smiled wider as she looked back to the screen.

We had a few more rounds, Wanda winning none of them and Marina winning all of them, when Alex began to complain.

"It's not fair, you have to be cheating!" he said to his sister.

"I'm just better," Marina stated casually, making me laugh.

Alex rolled his eyes before looking to Wanda. "Did you used to play this with Pietro? Did he cheat, too?"

I raised my eyebrows with surprise at the mention of Wanda's dead twin brother. I didn't think she'd tell the twins of him, but then I realised that it was only fitting to mention her twin brother to a set of twins that probably reminded her of herself.

Wanda smiled gently. "We didn't have these games as kids, Alex. But when Piet and I played other things, yes, he did cheat." 

Alex sighed, glancing at his sister with distaste before looking to me. "Did you used to play this when you were younger, Y/N?"

"Kind of... I mean, I don't have any brothers or sisters, so I used to play at my cousin's house whenever I visited," I explained. "And it wasn't a Switch. We had something called a Super Nintendo."

"Woah, you're old," Alex muttered with disbelief.

"Alex!" Anna scolded, making me laugh.

"It's okay, he's technically right," I said with a shrug.

"Milaya (sweetie), if you're old, then I'm ancient," Anna said disapprovingly.

"Right, sorry," I said, trying to stifle my smile.

We played another round and as Wanda and I were closing in on the finish line, my joystick began to veer left despite me aiming it to the right. I looked down in time to see red wisps of energy pushing it the other way.

"Yes! I won you," Wanda sang with pride, looking to me as her eyes faded from red to its hazel colour.

"You cheated," I said, eyebrows raised. "I just saw you."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she played dumb.

"Wanda," I said, giving her a knowing look. "You sure it was Pietro who used to cheat when you were kids?"

She grinned. "Very sure."

I studied her closely, entertained smile tugging at my lips. "I'm just gonna pretend I let you beat me since you won't admit it."

She shrugged, nudging me in the side gently. "Suit yourself."

"You're supposed to let your wife win anyway," Alex said naively, and I almost choked on my own spit when he did.

"What?" I spluttered out, losing my smile.

Wanda was doing her absolute best not to laugh as her eyes glanced towards me, noticing my shocked expression.  

"Your wife – Wanda?" Alex said like it was obvious. "Our dad says he lets our mum win stuff all the time. It's what you do when you're married."

"I– we–" I paused, clearing my throat and suddenly feeling very warm. "We're not married, Alex."

Alex furrowed his brows with confusion. "But G.G. said that you weren't together."

"But that doesn't mean we're married," I said slowly, hoping my face wasn't as red as it felt.

"Medovyy (honey), they're not together anymore, you're right," Anna started to correct him, though she looked like she was seconds away from laughing herself, "but I never said they were married."

Alex didn't seem to understand still. He pointed to Wanda's hands. "But she's wearing a ring."

Everyone looked down to Wanda's hands which were adorned by several rings on many of her fingers, though none were on her ring finger, so I didn't get what Alex was thinking.

"I always wear rings," Wanda told him with amusement.

"But–"

"That's her right hand, idiot," Marina said to her brother with a scoff.

"No, it's her left," he said knowingly, before raising his left hand in the air and pointing to her right hand opposite him.

Marina rolled her eyes, already fed up with her twin's antics. She stood beside him and motioned to his hands as she explained, "That's your left. It's her right. Like a reflection. It's not a wedding ring."

It took a few seconds for Alex to understand, but when he did, he began to get flustered.

"Oh," was all he said, before returning to his seat. "My bad."

Anna laughed at her great-grandson's embarrassment as I began to flush with a similar embarrassment in my seat. Meanwhile, Wanda was biting her lip to contain her own laughter, eyes teasing me as they glanced at me with amusement.

Today was definitely not going to plan.

—

After gaming with the kids for a little while longer, we were all eventually called into the garden to have lunch together. Sasha and her husband had barbecued a variety of chicken, meat and vegetables for us to eat which was delicious. It gave us the chance to hear everything Anna had been up to with her family and for her to catch up with what's going on in Wanda and I's lives.

Anna seemed a lot happier, the happiest I'd ever seen her, when she was with family. I was glad that she was fitting in and that it brought her closer to her late-husband and daughter. This was all she'd ever wanted and she'd finally gotten it. Despite tricking Wanda and I into coming, I was kind of glad to be there because even if I wouldn't admit it at the time, it was just like old times.

After having dessert and conversing for longer than we realised over some tea and coffee, Wanda and I decided it was best we leave.

"Remember to come by anytime," Anna said to us both by the front door. "You don't even have to call!"

I smiled, nodding. "Thank you, Anna. It was great to see you again. I had a lot of fun today."

"Me, too," Wanda agreed. "It's really good to see you so happy."

Anna sighed contently. "Spasibo (thank you). Both of you." Pausing with thought, her eyes flickered between us both. "I do hope that you resolve things soon. For both of your benefit."

Chewing on my lip, I chose not to say anything. Wanda seemed to feel the same, opting to stay quiet, making Anna breath out halfheartedly.

"Right, well... are you both okay getting home?" she asked, changing the subject.

After reassuring her that we were, we gave her a giant hug before bidding her a goodbye. Once the door closed, I awkwardly glanced at Wanda before heading to my car.

"Hey, is it stupid if I ask for a ride?" Wanda's voice said from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder and saw her following after me, half walking and half running to fall into step with me. I refrained from rolling my eyes as I continued walking to my car.

"Didn't you get a taxi?" was all I said.

"Yeah, but my place is on the way to yours," she answered like it was nothing, finally catching up to me and grinning by my side when we reached my car. "And you're free, so..."

I narrowed my eyes impatiently.

"I won't do or say anything to piss you off," she added, putting out her pinky. "Promise."

As frustrating as she was, I wasn't a bitch, and we'd actually kind of gotten along today. With a dramatic sigh, I stepped to the side and motioned for her to get in the car. She wiggled her pinky, but when realising I wouldn't interlink mine, she lowered it.

A genuine smile fell on her lips as she nodded. "Thank you."

I simply returned the nod before getting into the driver's seat as she did with the passenger's seat. I put Wanda's address in the sat nav before setting off, trying not to overthink the silence that filled the car. Obviously, that was impossible, so I gripped the steering wheel tighter and glanced at Wanda.

"You can put the radio on if you want," I said uncomfortably, shifting around in my seat.

She tensed her jaw, looking (oddly enough) as uncomfortable as I felt, which was strange since she was content annoying me earlier. With a nod, she turned the radio on and some random pop music played quietly in the background, easing my nerves but not making anything more tolerable. It took about ten minutes for me to adjust to the silence when I finally got comfortable, focusing on driving and getting to Wanda's flat quickly.

Without warning, Wanda began to speak in Russian, but it was way too fast and incomprehensible so I had no idea what she was saying.

"Wanda, slow down, what are you talking about?" I asked, trying to cut her off, but she continued to ramble right over me, making me roll my eyes. "Wanda, I don't understand you!"

When I looked to her between driving, she seemed extremely passionate and stern about whatever she was saying. I wished I understood because whatever it was seemed to be eating away at her. I tried to ask her to slow down, speak English, do something to help me out, but she was stuck in tunnel vision, speaking quickly and with sadness.

After what felt like forever but was probably only a minute, she stopped talking and took a deep breath. I furrowed my eyebrows judgementally, eyeing her with confusion.

"The hell was that?!" I asked with surprise.

She didn't reply, making me curse under my breath. At the next red traffic light, I looked to her properly, noticing the distracted stare she directed my way.

"Wanda, what was that?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

She pressed her lips together, hazel eyes swirling with a mixture of emotions that I couldn't make out. I thought she'd answer me, but she still stayed silent.

"Seriously, Wanda, what?"

The traffic light began to go orange and I sighed with annoyance, figuring she'd lost her marbles. But then she finally spoke, my attention half on her and half on the road.

"Ya skuchayu po tebe (I miss you)," she said softly, without mischief or annoyance or anger or anything. Just sincerity.

She looked away after that, eyes drifting to her shoes, probably thinking I didn't understand. But I did and I knew it shouldn't have affected me as much as it did, but I felt my heart ache in my chest as I put my foot on the gas to make the green light.

When I finally reached her apartment building, I waited for her to say something, but she looked as lost in her thoughts than I did whilst driving.

"Wanda," I called quietly, getting her attention.

She blinked, realising we were at her place. Clearing her throat, she barely looked my way as she mumbled, "Thanks for the ride."

As she opened the car door and got out, beginning to walk to her building, I rolled down the passenger's window and called her name. She stopped, looking over to me with a raised brow.

My mouth felt dry as I said, "I know what 'I miss you' is in Russian." Her eyes widened, embarrassed that she'd been caught, and I continued, "You don't get to miss me."

It was harsh, but it was the truth. And I didn't wait to hear her come up with a response as I rolled my window up and set off again. She couldn't act like that when it was her fault we broke up. It wasn't fair on either of us.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #marvel #mcu

[xlovelyyoongix]

a little jealousy | myg

summary: yoongi spots a couple of guys checking you out at the club. So, of course, he has to show them who you belong to. 18+

paring: non-idol!yoongi x female reader (established relationship)

genre: suggested smut, fluff and a bit of crack behavior from y/n's drunk friends.

warnings: cursing, jealous yoongi, alcohol consumption, yoongi grabs reader's ass, and heavy mentions of smut.

w/c: 900

Rating: 18+

a/n: so.... you might run into a few grammar mistakes since I can't afford my grammarly subscription anymore (the sad tales of a broke hoe) but please enjoy! 💕

Yoongi only came to the club tonight because you asked him to. It if were up to him, he’d have his eyes glued to his Netflix account, relaxing after a long, hard week of work. Instead, he sat hunched over at the bar, sipping on his whisky as his gaze followed your every move on the dance floor.

You were having fun with your friends; hair styled just as you liked, luscious lips coated with a flirty red shimmer, along with a tight fit bodycon dress that left nothing to the imagination. The more you laughed and danced with your girls, the more the thin fabric slipped up the thickest parts of your thighs, exposing your delicate flesh.

Yoongi ran his tongue across his bottom lip, daydreaming about all the ways he was going to fuck you the second the two of you got home. How he was going to slip your pretty feet out of your heels, placing kisses up your inner thighs until licking between the wet valley he was starving for. That would surely make his wasted time at the club worth wild.

“See that girl, the one in the black dress. She’s badd as fuck.”

Yoongi’s ears perked at the sudden mention of you. His eyes glaring at the man sitting beside him. The men who dared speak about his woman in such a perverse way.

“Yeah, she is.” The second male agrees, suggestively rubbing his hands together as he continues to leer over at you. “Had my eye on that ass all night. Think I should talk to her?”

The male playfully shoves at his friend, “Dude, I called dibs first.”

A chuckle vibrates from his throat, “A woman like that needs a real man.” He bites at his lip as his eyes travel down the curves of your body. “Someone who’s gonna take care of that sexy body all night-.”

CLANK

Yoongi slams his glass on top of the bar, creating a loud thud that causes the two men beside him to flinch at the sound. “Sorry.” He apologizes sarcastically, tonguing the inside of his cheek as he intimidatingly examines the two. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Y-your good, bro-” The man’s sentence gets cut short by the irritating glare deep within Yoongi’s eyes. He didn’t know what he had done wrong to cause such a malice look from a stranger, but he definitely didn’t want to make him any more upset. “No hard feelings.”

“Sure.” Yoongi clenched his jaw as he stood from the barstool, slapping down a 20 dollar bill to pay for his tab. “No hard feelings.” His tone, even more sarcastic, yet vexing than before.

Yoongi was never one to get jealous, in fact, he was quite confident when it came to your relationship. However, something about the way the two men gawked at you like a juicy piece of meat had him aggravated, wanting nothing more than to put them in their place.

Approaching you on the dance floor, Yoongi casually slips his hand around your waist from behind, spinning you around until the two of you are face to face.

“Yoo-Yoongi...” You were startled by the foreign touch at first, but the moment you recognized his chestnut hair, onyx eyes, and gummy smirk, your body relaxed into your boyfriend’s hold. “I thought you were going to stay at the bar-...”

Without giving you time to speak, Yoongi crashes his lips onto yours. His tongue seeking refuge past the entrance of your lips, exploring all the dips and crevices your mouth had to offer. His hands slip down the arch of your back only to unapologetically grab a handful of your ass.

You staggered for a moment, attempting to process where Yoongi’s frisky behavior stammered from. Only to fall victim to his intoxicating cologne and the throbbing he had caused between your thighs. Giving in, you press your breast against his chest, running your fingers throughout his hair to deepen the passion of the kiss.

When Yoongi pulls away, he continues to hold your body close to him. With his arms wrapped around your waist, his dark eyes pierced over at the two men gawking at you moments ago, only now staring with envy across their astonished faces.

“What's got you so handsy tonight, Yoongles?” You giggle, oblivious to your boyfriend’s exact revenge.

Yoongi replaces his cocky expression with an alluring one. “What? I can’t kiss my beautiful girlfriend in the middle of the dance floor?” He answers innocently.

You arch a brow at your boyfriend, attempting to assemble the situation. “Something happened, didn’t it?” You press on.

Yoongi chuckles, not able to get anything past his intelligent girlfriend. “I’ll tell you later.” he says, leaning in to whisper, “Only after I bend you over the mattress and remind you who you belong to, kitten.”

Yoongi’s seductive tone and lewd choice of words sends a pleasurable tingle straight to your womanly core. The thought of him thrusting in and out of your needy hole has you quickly growing in heat. “Sorry girls,” You apologize to your friends, hastily grabbing onto Yoongi’s wrist. “I’m calling it a night. See ya,” you begin to drag him along.

“Waaaaaah.” Your tipsy best friend calls after you. “Leaving us so you can get some dick. I see how it is, Y/N!”

“Traitor!” The other friend called out to you playfully.

Yoongi only snickered at your eagerness to get him home. He always found you to be sexy whenever you carried that horny yet determined shimmer in your eyes. Also making a mental note to take care of every desire you had tonight.

And to think this all happened because Yoongi got jealous.

date published 5/8/2021

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[s-brant]

if you’re still willing to write blurbs from tokens (which i LOVE btw), could you do one about y/n’s first time? you mentioned that she lost her virginity to jj, and i would love to see how that played out <3

thank you!! 🥰 and okay so for some reason these past few weeks I haven’t been able to write at all (it’s killing me lmao) so these are gonna be headcanons cause that’s all I can do (here’s the series masterlist if any of u are interested) needless to say, nsfw below the cut

So it was definitely Y/N initiating it. I’m pretty sure it was mentioned that she came onto him first when it happened, ‘cause even though it wasn’t wrong of him to be attracted to her, he still kinda followed that unspoken “no macking on John B’s sister” rule between the Pogues.

They kissed once the week before, but he just told himself it was a one-off thing because they were both grieving/upset/lonely after losing someone they loved. In the first few weeks after John B and Sarah were lost at sea, Kie and Pope parted from the group all the time and left her and JJ living alone in the Chataeu together. He figured, since they were going through shit together and we’re isolating themselves from the world together, that it wasn’t serious.

Buuuut the man is only human, and when she made her intentions clear, that no macking rule was nowhere to be found.

This time, it was clearly different. They were making out on that couch where they had their first kiss (on the back porch) and things were getting pretty heated.

She’d come out of the house after she showered to find him smoking out there and sat down next to him while scrolling through her phone for a good five minutes before she clicked it off, let it fall face down on the couch cushion, and was essentially like “I’m bored, wanna make out?” since they’d already kissed before.

They were going at it for a while before she realized he was hard, but clearly not doing anything about it because he knew she was super inexperienced, and was like oh okay and thought about it for another few minutes before she decided to make a move.

It was somewhat difficult for her to get her hand between them to start palming him through his shorts since he was on top of her, his weight keeping her pinned to the couch. But when she did, it took him a delayed few seconds to jerk away from her in surprise. She took it as a massive ego crush, obviously, and her face got so red as she asked if she did something wrong, apologizing profusely before he could even get a word out.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, JJ, I should’ve asked first—“

He was immediately grabbing her wrists to pull her hands away from where they covered her face in embarrassment, and she was mortified to see him laughing. Not the brightest move on his part, considering how mortified she looked, but he couldn’t help himself.

He made it very clear he wasn’t laughing at what she did though, just how cute her reaction had been. The laughter died down hella fast when he had to get serious for a second to ask her if she actually wanted to take things further or if it was yet another one-off incident like the other time they kissed.

Needless to say, he outright refused to do it out there. He wouldn’t necessarily have called himself a sentimental person when it came to sex, and he sure as hell wasn’t picky about where it happened for himself, but he knew it was her first time and wanted it to be somewhat special for her—meaning he wasn’t about to let it happen on a cramped, uncomfortable couch that wasn’t even tall enough for them to lay without bending their legs.

Once they actually were in her room and got to the main event, it was sort of like it was his first time too. He wasn’t used to being as caring and gentle during sex as he was with her that night, murmuring soft praises to keep her confidence up and reassure her when she seemed unsure of what she was doing. His hands guided her hips as he instructed her to move with him. Then, once she seemed to match the rhythm of his thrusts, he pulled her arms up around his shoulders and started to fuck her a little harder.

He found it hot to teach her what to do tbh. She kept looking to him for guidance and hung off his every word, and he already knew he liked being in control but that really confirmed that for him.

The only part that he didn’t enjoy as much was the position. It was her first time, so missionary was a no brainer and pretty much a rite of passage, but every other time they had after that up until the day they did their matching tattoos, they never did it that way again. JJ always felt uneasy with the inherent intimacy of that position until he got more comfortable with/fully started to trust her.

I feel like it was just very sweet and soft, and he was very attentive to her needs and feelings the whole time, which made it a very new and fresh experience for him too since he’d never been someone’s first before. After all, they knew each other for years, so he already cared about her a lot more than most people and had feelings for her on top of that, so he really wanted it to be good.

She was in heaven the entire time once she got over the initial discomfort at first. It was like her best daydreams came to life. Her brother’s hot best friend, a notorious player, was taking her virginity and being so sweet with her. He kept praising her, kissing her, and looking at him was nearly enough in and of itself to turn her on. I meannn, seeing him start to work up a sweat and watching his muscles flex with his movements 👀

She genuinely thought she was dreaming it here and there cause it literally felt like a wet dream

But, once it was over and they were confronted with the reality of what happened, it was clear it wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t awkward, but the realization of what they did definitely hit them and they were kind of laying there like, “Did that actually just happen?” for a while.

They were back to joking around and being the same oblivious idiots we know and love after he helped her clean up and tossed her one of his shirts from the dresser tho.

They started having casual sex later that week and then we all know what happens after that ;)

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #obx #outer banks #fanfiction

[starryhyuck]

dom jaemin + corruption kink please thank u 😔😔

little sister; 1.3k+

you’re renjun’s little sister.

jaemin feels like he has to keep repeating this to himself or else things are going to get out of hand.

but holy fuck. you‘re everything he’s ever wanted. you always come visit the dorm with a happy smile, skirt short enough for jaemin to push your panties aside and fuck you then and there.

you’re oblivious to jaemin’s problem, blinking innocently up at him when you ask him how his day has been.

wouldn’t it just be perfect if he could take you on the couch and let everyone know who you belong to?

“renjun, come on.”

he’s taken out of his daydream by the sound of your whine. you’re clutching your brother’s arm and pouting. you’re asking if renjun can accompany you to this new street fair they opened up, which is right near their dorm.

“don’t you have anyone else to go with? why is this my problem?”

you frown. “i’m your little sister! you’re supposed to want to hang out with me.”

“when has that ever happened?”

jeno laughs at your bickering. he nudges haechan.

“we’ll go with you if you want, y/n. renjun’s such a party pooper.”

renjun glares at the two and jaemin jumps at his chance.

“i’ll go with you too.”

you beam at all three of them and stick your tongue out at renjun. “we’ll have fun without you.”

he laughs and waves you off.

“be my guest.”

—

jaemin’s going crazy.

it’s been really hot lately so you’ve chosen to wear a simple crop top and skirt. jaemin’s cock twitches at the sight of you and you grab his wrist, pulling him along.

“come on, slowpoke! i think we lost jeno and haechan.”

you stand on your tiptoes to see over the crowd of people and jaemin watches as your skirt rises. he can just come up behind you and slide his cock inside your warm pussy-

“i see them!” you exclaim, tugging him as you try to politely maneuver your way through the crowd. jaemin follows after you, eyes focused on the dip of your back.

he wonders what it would be like to paint your back with his cum while you moan, shouting out his name-

“you guys left us!” you accuse when you finally catch up to where jeno and haechan are. they’re both sharing ice cream with each other.

“yeah, we did,” haechan says, staring at jaemin with a raised eyebrow. jaemin returns a confused look. “we thought jaemin wanted to show you something.”

“oh?” you reply, staring back at jaemin. “what did you want to show me?”

“um,” he trails off, looking at jeno and haechan for help. they’re both glaring at him, clearly wanting him to take a hint. “oh yeah! i saw something over there i wanted to show you.”

you follow him when he walks off in another direction. you’re confused as the two of you drift farther and farther away from the fair and into an alleyway.

“uh, jaemin? where are we going?”

you gasp when he pushes you up against a nearby wall, pinning you under his gaze. you clear your throat and avoid his dark stare.

“j-jaemin, what are you doing?”

his breath is uneven as he stares at you.

“tell me to stop.”

“what?”

“tell me to stop. please, just-“ he inhales and looks at you with clouded eyes. “tell me to stop and i’ll leave.”

you observe his movements — he’s clearly in his head and battling a fight with himself. your eyes dart down to the visible tent in his pants and you grow damp at the sight. he’s practically foaming at the mouth to get a taste of you.

“take me, jaem,” you whisper breathily. his head shoots up at your request. “please? take me here for everyone to see.”

he smashes his lips against yours and groans, hands flying down to grip your hips. he grips your ass through your skirt and you gasp against his lips.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to fuck you, baby.” he turns you around so that you’re facing the wall. your eyes gaze over to the street but luckily nobody notices two figures in the alley. “look at you,” he murmurs, hands lifting up your skirt. “fuck. drives me crazy.”

he leans in so that he’s whispering breathily into your ear. “wanted to have you for so long.”

you cry out when he pushes your panties to the side and inserts a finger into you. he moves your hair aside so he can kiss your shoulders.

“jaemin,” you beg. “jaemin, please. need you inside.”

“have to get your stretched out first, baby.” he hisses when he slides another finger inside. “so fucking tight. have to make sure you’re good enough for my cock.”

you whine at his words. truth be told, you’re very inexperienced in this area. you’ve only been with one guy before and he came in under ten seconds.

jaemin curls his fingers into you and revels in the sounds you’re making. you fall apart in mere seconds, convulsing around his fingers. he retracts his fingers and shoves them in his mouth, groaning at the taste.

there’s a buzz in his back pocket and he quickly checks it.

haechan: renjun’s here

haechan: hurry up

his eyes widen and he unbuckles his jeans, shoving them down to his ankles. “have to be quick, baby. your brother’s looking for you,” he mumbles in your ear. you give him a panicked glance but he smiles assuredly. “don’t worry. i got you, baby.”

he lines himself up to your entrance and pauses.

“are you sure?”

you look back at him. he’s no longer driven by lust, just concerned about you.

you nod. “i’m good, jaem. just go slow?”

he smiles and wraps an arm around your waist, holding you to his chest. he leans down to give you a soft kiss. “i got you,” he whispers again before pushing into you.

you gasp at the intrusion and whimper as jaemin bottoms out. he gives you time to adjust and your eyes flutter closed when the pain absolves into pleasure.

“m-move, jaemin, please.”

he takes an experimental thrust and when he hears your loud whine, he starts plowing into you. you scream when he picks up his pace and he covers your mouth.

he grunts in your ear, moving his other hand down to rub at your clit.

“pretty girl. spread wide open for me. you’re so good for me, baby. can’t wait to show renjun how much cum i’ve given his little sister,” he says lowly to you. you can feel his warmth inside of your sobbing pussy as he continues to abuse your clit with his fingers. “wanna show him, baby? gonna have it dripping out of you so that everyone can see.”

you gargle an incoherent response, your orgasm crashing down on you like a huge tidal wave. you cream jaemin’s cock and sob into his palm as he continues to rut into you.

he follows your orgasm afterwards, shooting his cum deep inside your waiting womb.

he holds you close to him as you both recover, panting loudly. he starts pressing kisses on your neck and shoulder and you giggle at the feeling.

“we have to get back,” you remind him and he groans.

when you two return back to the fair, you see your brother with a concerned look on his face. he narrows his eyes at the sight of you.

“where have you been? we’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

jeno and haechan smirk at the two of you behind renjun’s back. you ignore your brother’s question.

“what about you? i thought you didn’t want to hang out with your little sister?”

jaemin observes as you two bicker, cum slowly dripping down your thigh. you push your legs together so that renjun doesn’t see. when you and your brother walk off together, jaemin stares at how your skirt bounces every time you take a step.

haechan pats his shoulder and jeno stands beside him. “so?”

“none of your business,” jaemin replies. the two boys roll their eyes.

later that night, jaemin fucks you again on the couch while the rest of the boys doze off in their own bedrooms.

#nct smut #jaemin #jaemin smut

[n0bamak1s]

distracted - mai zenin x reader

request: “could you write a fluff for mai please? also can the reader be gender neutral? thank you have a nice day.” - @hitchsimp

summary: reader and mai are interrupted in their baseball practice when mai’s daydreaming about the reader causes her to get hit in the face by a baseball and reader tends to her injuries. takes place before the baseball game in episode 21. (genre: fluff, friends to lovers, slice of life-ish)

word count: 1.1k

warnings: mentions of violence and blood (nothing graphic), a couple swear words, lowkey oblivious reader lmao, the tiniest bit of angst

a/n: since the request was pretty broad i decided to go with some friends to lovers since it’s one of my fave fluffy tropes but if u wanted just general fluffy hcs or something else feel free to let me know!!

“hey! wait for me!” mai heard your all too familiar voice behind her as you jogged towards her to keep pace. your cleats dug into the dirt with each step, and mai could feel her steps halt as she waited for you. personally, mai felt that the baseball game was a stupid and childish way to determine a winner to the exchange event, but that didn’t seem to stop her from agreeing to practice with you in the days leading up to the ‘big game’ as you liked to call it.

truth be told, if it had been anyone else asking her to practice, mai would have probably scoffed and chosen to practice on her own, or even not at all. but for some reason, she couldn’t seem to help herself as she followed you to the small baseball field that went mostly unused by the school.

she’d always seemed to have something of a soft spot for you, that everyone else seemed to notice but you. the usually blunt and sometimes rude girl let her guard down around you, allowing you to see her soft side.

however, even you seemed to test her patience a little bit now that you hit her square in the nose during your practice.

to be honest, it was more so her fault, though she’d blame it on you, saying you distracted her. as you began to warm up with a simple game of catch, mai felt herself zoning out. it wasn’t her fault you looked so damn good in that baseball uniform the school had gifted everyone for the game. her baseball glove stayed up, sure, but she let her mind wander when her eyes glanced from the hair that peeked out from your cap, to the way your uniform hugged your body so well. she swore you were gonna be the death of her.

except, you might literally be the death of her after the ball you tossed to her bounced off the top of her glove and hit her straight in the nose.

“oh shit! are you okay?”

immediately, you rushed over to her side as she clutched her now bloodied nose. pulling off your glove, you grabbed her free hand in yours.

“i have a first aid kit in my dorm, it’s the least i can do to say sorry.” you said, your voice filled with concern.

“don’t worry about it,” mai muttered, hoping that her flushed face could be attributed to a bruise, rather than her embarrassment at how casually you held her hand “i’ll sleep it off, it’s no big deal.”

“ah, come on! we can’t have our star player being injured, can we?” you turned to her with a smile and gave her a wink. she tried her best to seem nonchalant as she let out a scoff, despite how she let you tug her along to your dorm. she hoped that you would also ignore the sly look todo gave the two of you as you made your way down the hallway hand in hand.

once you entered your room, you gestured for her to take a seat on your bed and gave her an ice pack to keep her nose from bruising, which she did without protest, surprisingly enough. meanwhile, you rifled through your drawers looking for some tissues, holding them up triumphantly when you managed to fish them out.

she felt the weight of the bed shift as you took a seat next to her, and turned her gaze to make eye contact with you. with a surprising amount of gentleness for a jujutsu sorcerer like yourself, you grabbed her wrist and moved it from its spot hovering over her nose so you could move to stop the bleeding. her breath hitched slightly when you leaned in even closer to dab her nose with a tissue.

“sorry again about this.” your voice is so soft that she can almost feel it on her face due to the close proximity of you too. sure, she was used to her injuries being tended to, it was only a part of daily life as a sorcerer. but there was something so different about when you did it, rather than a school nurse. you were so gentle, like you were afraid that one wrong move could break her. it was so refreshing to her, growing up around maki, who seemed to only want her to toughen up, you on the other hand just wanted her to feel cared for.

truth is, the reason mai has such a soft spot for you is that you’re one of the only people who makes her feel like a teenager. you aren’t so stuck up about your status like some of your other classmates, you just want to enjoy life. to her, you’re so comforting, because she feels she can be her true self around you instead of putting up a ‘tough’ front.

snapping her out of her daze, you waved a hand in front of her face. “maiiiii?” you drew out her name as you said it, “don’t tell me i gave you a concussion or something.”

she wordlessly raised an eyebrow at your teasing smile.

“you know, now that i think about it, you’ve been kinda spacey all day. do you need to see a nurse?” despite your lighthearted tone, she could tell you were legitimately concerned that she may have hit her head during the group battle.

mai broke eye contact, worried if she looked you in the eyes you’d completely break down her tough exterior. “just some bruises, no big deal.”

you put a finger to your chin in thought for a moment, before looking up, clear that you’d come up with an idea. “i’ll kiss it better for you!”

now this got mai’s attention real quick. she turned her head so fast she might as well have gotten whiplash. “what?!”

“well when i was younger my mom would always kiss my bruises better, it always seemed to work for me!” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. mai shrugged in response, figuring that if she remained stoic, she could indulge in this moment with you, even if it was just for a few seconds.

she fluttered her eyelashes closed as you leaned in, expecting you to kiss her on the nose where the bruise was. what she was not expecting, however, was the feeling of your lips pressed against hers. not that she was complaining, obviously, she was quick to kiss back, as if it was her only opportunity. she felt you smile into the kiss, signaling that you knew the feelings were mutual.

“by the way,” you said as you pulled away “i think you look really cute in your baseball uniform too.”

god, you really were gonna be the death of her.

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[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Their Doll 7

Helping Hand

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: Bucky helps y/n in more ways than one

Warnings: talk about sex kinda

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Training with the soldier wasn't all bad, really. I mean sure, being knocked on my ass every five minutes when we sparred was hell, but there were other aspects too. HYDRA basically made the soldier train me into being their own personal assassin.

Today, it was knife-throwing. One of the few skill I already had - after all, being left in boredom for a whole year led me to experiment and find something new. I was self taught, not very good, but I knew the basics.

I walked up to the target carefully, eyes wide at I watch the soldier throw a knife that pierced through the handle of a blade that was already embedded in the bullseye. I shook off the shock, focusing on my own target as I walked up to it. Lifting a knife out of the belt I wore, I angled it at the target - keeping my wrist slightly loose - and threw. Fuck. Landed in the third ring out from the bullseye.

Again. I threw, wrist loose, and a similar outcome. As I lined up for a third throw, I felt a hand on my right shoulder, stopping me. I looked up, eyes piercing into the soldier's as his averted from me, to the blade in my hand, to the target.

My breathing became heavy, laboured, as he made his way around me, the soldier positioning himself behind me. His hands ran down my arms, resting either side of my wait - one radiating heat, the other cold and making my flinch slightly when it came into contact with the exposed skin from where my shirt had ridden up slightly. He used this grip to correct my stance, remaining behind me and grabbing my wrists to move them into the right position. His hot breath on the back of my neck was making me unfocused, intoxicated.

"Loosen your wrist." He said lowly, "more. It's all about the flick of your wrist." He explained, waiting for me to be ready. "Good. Now, release on your exhale." He breathed.

I took a deep breath in, letting the small blade loose on my exhale, eyes trained to the flash of silver as it flew through the air. Just to the left of the bullseye.

"Good. Try again." So I  did, landing a fraction closer to the black dot in the centre of the target. "Good girl." The soldier remarked, the praise sending an odd tingle through me. I could practically hear his smile as he spoke, but before I could respond, his warmth from  my body was gone - the soldier back at his own target one again.

...

I stood in the shower room, back bare and bloody still after I had managed to stagger from the whipping room. I stood with my back to the mirror as I looked over my shoulder, wincing every time the small towel touched any of the wounds.

Today's punishment had been unusually brutal, with the whip cracking down on my back in the same two places for every lashing. As a result, two long gashes spanned widthways diagonally across my upper and lower back, oozing crimson tauntingly as tear stained my already reddened cheeks.

I huffed out a frustrated sigh, turning back around to wash the blood from my once-white towel. Steam clouded the edges of the mirror and I could hear a steady stream of water coming from behind one of the curtains, meaning the the Soldier was probably washing after our training session.

In my efforts to get my towel as close to it's original colour, I was completely oblivious when the stream of water cut out and the stained-white curtain ripped back - the rings making a horrible noise against the metal rail. My eyes slowly drifted up to my own reflection staring back at myself, a grimace forming on my face at the sight.

Harsh, purple and green bruises decorated my right jaw, a small cut split across my left cheekbone and a now-drying cluster of blood was dripping down my forehead and tangling with my sweat-crusted hair. I tentatively reached up with one hand, running my fingers so lightly over the bruise on my cheek you'd barely know I'd touched it if I hadn't been for the whimper that escaped my lips.

A movement in my peripheral vision caught my attention, my eyes drifting to the side to see the soldier looking intently at my back in the mirror. I swallowed deeply, dropping the water-clad towel into the sink without looking away from the soldier. I suddenly felt hit, with his eyes burning into me, and tried to make a move to leave. But his hands on my waist stopped me, kept me in place.

"This is how they're punishing you?" The soldiers husked deeply beside my ear, and I nodded meekly. What he did next I didn't expect in a thousand lifetimes, but the soldier reached around me and pulled open the cupboard beside my head before pulling out a role of bandages.

We stood in silence as he dressed my wounds, my eyes never leaving the mirror as I gazed at his focus expression. He looked different to how he did when he fought, calmer, tranquil even. He didn't look like a killing machine, like a lackey of HYDRA, no. He looked more like a vulnerable boy who had been forced into something he didn't want, but with no choice other than to do as he'd been told. Neither of us said a word every time I flinched or let out little yelps and winces of pain, his eyes only drifted to mine in the steamed mirror and only left when I'd give him a small nod, a signal to continue.

When he'd finished he stepped away, using a soft grip on my hips to turn me around. He gave me a small smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. I returned it, but gasped sharply as he lifted my up and placed me atop the counter beside the sink. He picked up the sodden towel and run it out until it only remained damp and carefully lifted it to my forehead, cautiously and gently rubbing the wound there clean, until only a small cut on my hair line remained.

As his attention shifted to the cut on my cheekbone, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander down his toned torso, over his abs and to his v-line which disappeared beneath the towel he had wrapped  around his waist. When my eyes trailed up again, the couldn't help but observe the mess of scars at the base of his metal arm - where it was connected to his shoulder.

"I know it isn't pretty, but at least I have an arm." The soldier remarked, dropping the little towel in his hand back into the sink and looking into my eyes. I quickly averted my gaze from his body, cheeks flushed with the embarrassment of getting caught. He smirked slightly, using one of his fingers to tip my chin upwards so I had no choice but to look in his eyes.

It wasn't a rough, power-asserting position like it was intended to be when the general did it. No, it was soft, endearing and I couldn't get enough of him. The soldier used his metal hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, a shiver finding my when the cold metal came into contact with my skin.

"Thank you." I murmured, eyes flirting between his own and his lips. The soldier's were seemingly doing the same. My overwhelming urge to kiss him was quelled when his lips came into contact with mine, dominating but not hard. His lips were plump, yet chapped - I mean how could you expect any less, it's not like the Winter Soldier was going to think about putting some lip balm on. I sat there, dumbfounded, unmoving. My eyes clenched shut at my hands brushed lightly up his arms before settling on his shoulders.

He pulled away all to soon. His smile seemed more genuine, touching his eyes slightly as his lips curled upwards. I was sure I was grinning like an idiot, but I couldn't find it in myself to care as my eyes because mesmerised with his own, now blown wider with lust so only a small ring of cerulean blue rimmed his pupils. That was not the only evidence of his arousal though, as I could feel the other give away poking at my thigh. The towel around his waist did nothing to hide it, and my eyes widened slightly when I registered how big it must be.

Sensing this, the soldier's smirk grew, and he leant in slowly to capture my lips in one last, gentle kiss, before he was retreating from the room. The sound of the metal door swinging shut made me snap out of my hazy daydream trance and come back to reality, the pain throbbing from my back now in full focus as I hopped down from the counter with a groan.

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[writeofmind]

honeymoon stage

genre: fluff, smut :)

pairing: jisoo x reader 

anon: So, hello big fan of your work 👀 when you have the time could you write a scenario with the next prompt? Reader and Jisoo on their wedding night. Reader has had sex before, but Jisoo is a virgin and she's extremely nervous but reader make everything soft and nice

A/N: hi anon, thank you for your patience! i hope you like it :>

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In this moment, there was nothing else you could ask for. 

Looking at your fiancee- no, your wife now, made your heart swell with happiness. Jisoo was beaming as she spoke with all of her friends and family, her white dress looking as beautiful on her as she had hoped, and then some. 

Everyone was congratulating you, patting you on the back, your friends practically complaining about how beautiful Jisoo was, and how lucky you were to be able to take her home.

You agreed. You were the luckiest person in the world, and as you watched her enjoy your guys’ special night, you couldn’t wipe your goofy smile off your face. 

Away from the bustling crowd hopping around on the dance floor, you stood at the bar, chatting with the bartender as you grabbed a drink for you and your already buzzed wife.

“So, Casanova,” your best friend came up to you, smacking your shoulder, “are you ready for the after party?”

You nearly choked on your drink as you turned to stare at them. “The after party?” You scoffed, “This is the after party. Dude, I swear, you better not have-”

Your best friend laughed, shaking their head at your blatant obliviousness. “No, you dummy. You and Ms. Kim-Y/L/N’s private after party.”

You pause to process what they had just said. A private after party? With Jisoo. Your ears quickly turned a bright pink. 

“What!” You shook your head, “Get away from me, nasty-”

“Oh, don’t be such a child, y/n! You don’t have to hide it. We’re adults now. I know you’ve done it.” Your best friend seems so nonchalant as they call out an order for a drink. Meanwhile, you stand there, dumbfounded. 

Yeah, you have done it. Just not with Jisoo.

It was something you didn’t want to bring up. That was private information between the two of you, after all- you weren’t very proud of your past hook-up experiences, though you weren’t ashamed either. When Jisoo came along, you didn’t want that same thing to happen again. When you two talked it out, you learned that Jisoo was abstinent, and that was of no concern to you. You saw a future with this woman, and you wouldn’t let something as small as physical touch ruin that.

Your best friend must have thought you were daydreaming about what was to come, because they were bent over their knees laughing when you snapped out of your daze. With a huff of annoyance, you flinched at them and threatened to spill their drink. “You are so nasty, go away,” you shoo them off just as you turn to make eye contact with a beautiful woman in white across the room. 

Jisoo smiles a warm smile at you. Her arms are stretched out in the middle of the dance floor, and you nearly throw your glass to the side to rush into her arms, slow dancing in each other’s embrace.

-

You were thankful that you and Jisoo opted to stay at the resort the night of your wedding. You two would’ve been far too exhausted to go home, what with all the dancing and drinking that was going on around you. 

With Jisoo in your arms, typical bridal style, you carry her down the spacious hallways, the two of you giggling like children with silly crushes. You stop at your door that she then unlocks, and you were able to swoop her through the doorway.

“Tonight was fun,” you grin as she cups your face and pulls you into a kiss. Jisoo smiles against your lips.

“It was fun, wife.” 

The grin on your face is smug, and you don’t let Jisoo go yet. You stood with her in your embrace, peppering her with small kisses as she laughed and squished your face.

“Shall we change out of these suffocating clothes, my love?” 

Jisoo nods without hesitation. “Yes, please. This dress of mine isn’t as comfortable as it is beautiful.”

“Beauty hurts, baby,” you chuckle as you gently set her down on the bed, “want me to help you out of it?”

She turns to expose her back, giving you a soft smile as she does so, “Yes please.”

You trace your hands along Jisoo’s shoulders and give her a kiss on the nape of her neck. You undo the hook on the top of her dress and proceed to unzip the back of her dress, enough so that she can slip out of it with ease. 

“There you go,” you give her another kiss on her shoulder. She smiles at you, and you turn your back to get out of your own clothes as well. You undo every hook, unzip every zipper, until it flops to the floor and you’re simply left in your undergarments. 

Before you can reach to grab your clothes hanging from the closet, you feel soft hands snake around your abdomen. 

You turn your head and peek at Jisoo behind you, who is now letting her fingers drag along your stomach, humming and smiling against your skin.

“You looked so good tonight, baby.” She kisses you just as you did her, “I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you for more than a minute.”

You laugh, covering her hands with yours to bring them up to kiss her knuckles. “I could say the same to you,” you turn around. Your cheeks suddenly burst with pink at the sight of Jisoo in nothing but her bra and panties as well; no matter how many times you’ve seen her this way, it never failed to fluster you.

You let out a deep breath, sighing at the sight before you. You see the small curve of Jisoo’s lips, the dust of pink across her cheeks as her hands ghost the skin of your hips. 

Gently, you take her wrists and do her the favor of pressing her palms to you. Her eyes dart up to look at you, but all she sees is the darkness of your eyes as you gaze at her through your hair. 

“You can touch me, Jisoo.” You whisper as you draw closer to her, your hand curving around her neck. The subtle roughness of your skin gives her goosebumps. 

“I’m yours, you know.” You smile at her. 

In all your time with Jisoo, you both have never gone farther than soft make-outs and cuddling. Whenever there was the urge, you would pull away, as would she, and respect her wishes to wait. 

Jisoo always appreciated your acknowledgement of her boundaries. Even she would sometimes have a hard time of pulling away, but right now, as she let her eyes wander over your lack of clothing, still intoxicated by both alcohol and the happiness of finally claiming you as hers... she didn’t want to stop herself anymore. 

She began to lean in, slowly. You took the liberty of meeting her halfway, pulling her to your lips and playing with her hair behind her neck. 

Jisoo’s lips were soft against yours. She sighed into your kiss, letting her hands move upwards from your stomach to you shoulders until she could pull you into her arms. 

The kiss that began as soft and loving quickly changed into something more. Jisoo’s embrace tightened, your bodies so flushed together that you could feel every twitch of her body, every breath that she would take. Your hands found themselves tangling into Jisoo’s hair, gently twirling her locks between your fingers. 

You wanted Jisoo closer, closer than you had her right now, closer than you ever have. With a quick motion, your hands move to the backs of her thighs and lift her up, her instinctively wrapping her legs around your hips. Jisoo doesn’t stop kissing you. She gasps, surprised at your sudden change, but you claim her lips once again before she can say anything.

One of your arms holds her in place while the other traces along her spine. She shivers against you, a whimper slipping from her mouth to yours. 

There’s something different about Jisoo tonight. She knows it herself, because she lets go of your neck to reach behind her back, unclasping her bra herself. 

That’s when your eyes shoot wide open. You look at her, eyebrows raised, and look into her eyes. 

“Baby... are you sure?” You ask, your voice coming out a bit quieter than you meant to, “You- you don’t have to-”

“It’s okay,” Jisoo breathes out. She tosses her bra onto the floor and places her arms back around your neck. Your entire body freezes when she presses into you again, your heart races more than it ever has. Jisoo is still shy, you can tell by the way she’s refusing to make eye contact with you.

You want her to feel comfortable. You want her to feel loved across every inch of her body. Taking slow steps over to the bed, you lay her down, following her lips as you did so.

You couldn’t stop your wandering eyes as Jisoo now laid before you, nearly bare, her eyes so intensely looking at you. Nervousness filled your entire body. You wanted this moment to be special for Jisoo. For the both of you. 

When you gently brushed her hair from her face, you saw how her doe eyes gazed at you, how her eyebrows were tensed in the softest way. Her eyes scanned you up and down as you hovered over her. 

“I’m nervous, y/n.” Jisoo whispered. Her hands were just slightly trembling as they clung onto your shoulders. 

You couldn’t help the soft smile you gave her as you stroked her cheek with your thumb. “If you’re not comfortable baby, we don’t have to. There’s no rush.” You kissed her forehead, “We have a lifetime together.”

Jisoo’s eyes seemed almost glossy when she looked into yours. Her hands moved from your shoulders to cup your cheeks in her hands, pulling your face in so that you two were forehead to forehead- with a nervous breath, she shook her head. 

“I- I want you, y/n,” Jisoo’s words floated past your burning ears, “tonight.”

A swarm of butterflies seemed to completely take over your stomach as you looked down at your wife, your innocent wife. You swallow nervously, but you nod.

You start by leaning down just to give her a simple kiss.  You make sure to ghost your lips over her cheeks, giving a peck anywhere you can- her eyelashes, her nose, her forehead. Jisoo’s eyes are closed as you shower her in adoration.

When you press against her, she bites at your bottom lip and tugs ever so gently. You grin at her eagerness.

“I’ll be gentle, okay baby?” You whisper. Jisoo’s breathing is already ragged, but she nods, her hands skimming up your sides to rest on your back. 

Your hand slides down her hips to hook onto the band of her panties. With her help, you push them down as she raises her body, the panties tracing along her slender legs until you toss them onto the floor.

Jisoo shivers at the cold air that she now feels, but a gasp soon replaces it when she is able to feel the warmth of your hand cupping between her thighs. Butterflies pool in your stomach when you realize that you are finally experiencing this moment with Jisoo; you’re listening to her soft breaths that are turning into hushed pants, you feel her wetness slicking across your fingers as you trace up and down her folds. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby...” The words slip from your mouth in a whisper as you trace down her neck with your lips, following the perfect dips of her collarbones until you’re traveling down the skin between her breasts. You pause, letting your breath be felt on her skin before you move up to take a nipple into your mouth.

Jisoo buries her head into the bed beneath her. Her hands are barely holding onto you now, but she tries as much as she can to keep you close as her breaths become moans.

“Baby, y/n,” she whines. She’s experiencing so many feelings at once, she’s not sure what to do with herself. She isn’t sure what to say, what noises to make, how to react. All Jisoo knows is that she feels good, and she wants more.

You look at her through the hair that hangs in your face as you continue alternating between her breasts. You fingers are still moving, one finger rubbing against her in fluid motions as your thumb holds it’s spot on her clit. Jisoo bites her lip at the sight of your expression, and she lets out a shaky breath.

“I’m ready, baby-” Jisoo is desperately trying to tug you back up, “please, be near me.”

The slight worry in her voice is what leads you two to be face to face once more. Jisoo lets her hands take hold of you once again, hooking under your arms and nearly hugging you to her body, your face buried into her neck. she smells like peaches, you think, and you can’t help but wonder if she tastes the same way. 

“I’m going to start. It might hurt, okay?” Your voice is quiet as your fingers spread apart her folds, slowly. Jisoo nods and you feel her hug tighten. With a small breath, you align your finger to Jisoo, and you begin.

The squelching sound of your finger pushing into Jisoo’s tight core sent shivers down your spine. Combined with the moan that escaped through your wife’s clenched teeth, you might have come right then and there. 

“Are you alright, my love?” You pulled away to look at her face. A blush exploded across your cheeks. 

Jisoo was looking at you through lidded eyes, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. Her chest was rising and falling with every motion of your fingers.

“I’m fine... I’m-” her breath hitched in her throat when you curved your fingers ever so slightly. Concern spiked within you, but when you saw her arch her back, her hips stuttering in the slightest way, you paused. 

With a faint shade of pink across her cheeks, Jisoo dug her nails into your back. You hissed, not loud enough for her to hear, but you wouldn’t have wanted her to know that you enjoyed it anyway. 

To bring more comfort to her, you lean in to give her a gentle kiss. You nip at her mouth, licking and sucking on her bottom lip, resuming the gently thrusting of your finger.

Jisoo’s moans become louder. You rest yourself on your forearm as to give her some breathing space, though she immediately arches her back, her hips pushing onto your finger. 

“Tell me if it’s too much baby,” you reassure her that it’s okay to stop, but she shakes her head.

“No, please,” Jisoo shudders, her breath nearly catching in her throat, “keep going..”

Seeing her in her flustered state, you knew that you were in no position to argue. Your smile is soft and reassuring in Jisoo’s eyes as you continue to pump your wrist, moving your thumb in a gentle circular rhythm, trailing down to her breasts to take one into your mouth. Your tongue moves in the same motions as your hand as you alternate, and Jisoo isn’t sure how much she can take.

“Baby, oh my god-” she’s gasping between her moans, her hands are gripping at the back of your neck and tugging at your hair. You begin to move your wrist at a quick, steady pace, taking note in the way her thighs are twitching, threatening to close around your hand. 

The sight before you is one to die for. You scan your eyes over Jisoo, and you can’t believe that this woman, as beautiful as she is, is yours. You imprint every detail about this moment into your mind. Jisoo’s hair is spread across the bedsheets, the curls in her hair long gone. She looks at you, eyes barely open as moans spill from her lips. You listen to the sounds she’s making, her juices leaking all around your fingers, your name echoing throughout the room. 

“You are so beautiful, my love,” you coo into her ear just as you curve your fingers again, and in that moment, Jisoo comes undone.

“Ah, y/n-!” Her nails dig into your back once again as she moans out your name, her thighs trapping your hand between her legs as you slow your movements to a halt, letting her ride out her orgasm to its extent. Her chest heaves as she takes a deep breath. 

As you retreat her hand, Jisoo flinches, and you give her a sweet kiss in apology. You hover over her body and watch as she recovers herself, her eyes closed and chest rising and falling in a ragged rhythm. You smile at her and caress her cheek.

“I love you.”

Jisoo opens her eyes at this and beams at you. Not caring about anything else, she reaches up for you and pulls you back into her arms. You bury your face into her neck and inhale her sweet scent, sighing in the comfort of her hold.

“I love you, too.” She hums just as you’re drifting to sleep. A smile crosses your lips, and then you’re being lulled to sleep by the gentle beating of her heart, your dreams all being about the lifetime that you two have together.

#jisoo #blackpink scenarios #gg scenarios #kpop scenarios #jisoo x reader #kim jisoo #jisoo x female reader #jisoo smut #blackpink smut #girl group scenarios #jisoo fluff #blackpink fluff

[obxlife]

Mark (JJ x Reader)

A/N: Fun fact, I’ve never written a blurb before but from what I understand it’s just a short fic…??? I think? Anyway, I tried to write this shorter than what I usually write and that didn’t work out but whatever. Also, I’m sorry this took so long but my semester is almost over (I think I have a month of school left), so I’m pretty much collapsing under schoolwork. But here it is!!!!

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word count: 2,144

Request: omg wait what ab a blurb where you're secretly macking on jj and you're john b's twin sister and he sees hickies on your neck and gets protective??

Summary: What the request says lol

Warnings: HICKIESSSS (it’s actually only one but whatever), swearing, and fluff. Also, a make-out session right at the beginning and underage drinking

MARK

“Good morning!” you spoke out to your brother while rubbing your eyes. John B was in the kitchen making some eggs when you walked in. “Where’s JJ?”

“He’s outside rolling some blunts for today,” he explained as he turned off the stove. You turned towards the window, noticing that the blond was, indeed, rolling some blunts. You smiled and walked out the door towards him. He was seated on the hammock, so you easily sneaked up behind him and snaked your arms over his shoulders. 

“Hi,” you whispered out. You felt JJ smile and press a kiss against your arm. You quickly pulled it away with wide eyes. “What are you doing, JJ? What if John B sees us?”

“Relax, Y/N,” he replied while finishing the last blunt. “He wouldn’t have been able to see it anyway.”

You rolled your eyes and turned back towards the house, wanting to get dressed for the day. The smile that was plastered upon your face from just thinking about JJ would probably remain there for a while, and you swore you could feel your cheeks blush. 

You and JJ had been sneaking around for some while now. It had all begun after a kegger where John B had gotten drunk and you and JJ had taken care of him. That night, you ended up confessing your feelings to each other (and almost sleeping together, although that was another story) before promising to not tell any of the other Pogues about your relationship. It was the best to do, seeing as John would probably hate JJ if he knew his best friend was screwing his sister and because of the rule in your tight-knit friend group. 

Walking back into the Chateau, you turned towards the bathroom just as JJ entered the house. He took a seat next to John B, his eyes trailing your body as you moved into your room and then into the bathroom. He was pulled out of his thoughts by his brunett best friend snapping his fingers before JJ’s eyes.

“Hey, no staring at her. You know she’s off-limits, bro,” your twin said sternly. JJ knew you couldn’t hear them speaking as the water was running and you were singing softly from inside the restroom. 

The blond could only smirk at his friend’s words. “Yeah, I know,” he said. JJ did know that you were off-limits, but he didn’t care. It had been years of suffering about his feelings for you and now that he had you, there was no way he was letting you go. Not because of John B or anyone.

JJ’s mind turned towards last night after JB had already gone to bed. You had both been messing around, whispering and moaning into each other’s ears as you made out. JJ had pinned you down to the bed and your legs had been wrapped around his waist, and all JJ could process about that moment was how good you tasted. He couldn’t wait to do that again. 

John B had noticed that his friend had spaced out, but frankly, he didn’t care much. JJ had been acting that way ever since he had gotten together with you, and John B had gotten used to his weird antics. At first, when your brother would question your boyfriend’s actions, JJ would only shake his head and say he was remembering a Touron he had slept with a while ago. After receiving the same answer a couple of times in a row, John B had backed off, assuming his friend was telling the truth. 

What John B always failed to notice was how you would smirk and share a brief moment of eye contact with his blond best friend every time that happened. It was almost as if you were both relishing in how oblivious he was. 

JJ was still imagining your body naked under his when you exited the bathroom and found him alone at the table. Your brother pushed you aside to step into the shower and you gladly left to your room, discarding your used clothes from before and skipping towards the kitchen. 

JJ was still daydreaming. You swung your leg over his lap and took a seat above him, shaking him out of his thoughts. His hands automatically came down to your waist and pulled you closer to him, squeezing softly before trailing up to hold your face. You both leaned in to kiss, knowing that John B took long showers and you had a while before you were going to be interrupted. 

JJ’s tongue darted out of his mouth to swipe across your bottom lip as his hand began to move towards your back. You opened your mouth to him, loving the way he could make you feel so aroused by only kissing you. His hand moved even further down until it was resting on your butt, squeezing the flesh there until you moaned. You broke away, panting softly, but JJ dived for your neck. He found your sweet spot, right below your right ear, and began to suck and leave open-mouthed kisses on your scorching skin. You knew he was going to leave a hickey upon your skin, but it felt so good you didn’t want him to stop. Besides, you could always cover your neck with your hair. 

“JJ…,” you moaned out to him. He only gave your butt another squeeze before moving back to admire his work. The skin was already bruising and he smirked. JJ loved leaving marks on you, the many hickeys that were covered by your bikini were evidence of that. 

Just then, you heard the shower head turn off, so you removed yourself from JJ’s lap. He pouted and tried to pull you back towards him, but you only laughed. Once John B stepped out of the bathroom, he found you standing at the counter, and JJ still at the table. Your twin went to his room, discarding his clothes just like you had done a while ago, and then headed towards the kitchen. 

“C’mon, you two,” he said to you and your boyfriend. “We have to pick Pope and Kie up.”

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The sun was beating down on your skin, and unless you stayed in the water at all times, you really felt as if you were melting. 

John B was drinking a beer, strewn across the seat behind the wheel of the HMS Pogue. Pope was sitting on the floor in front of the wheel, his legs above the landing of the bow. Kiara was still in the water with JJ, and you were laying on the bow sunbathing, but it got to be too much.

You stood up and headed towards the cooler that was perched near the engine. Opening it, you took out a beer, but as you heard Kie and JJ hop back on the deck, you took two more out. You gave them each one of the bottles, the dew around them making your fingers wet. 

You felt sweat trickle down the back of your neck, making you cringe. There was nothing more you hated than the feeling of sweat. You grabbed the hair tie around your wrist and pulled your hair up into a bun.

You bikini felt sticky and it made you uncomfortable, so you passed on your beer to John B as began to fix your top.

“What the fuck is that?” he suddenly voiced out, standing up and holding on to your face. Your eyes widened and caught on to JJ’s eyes, which were just as wide. “What is this - this mark?”

“Uh, I burnt myself with a curling iron?”

John B gave you a deadpanned look. “We don’t own a curling iron.”

Kie began to laugh as she approached you and got a closer look at your neck. “No way! That hickey is huge!”

JJ smirked at this comment.

Pope also stared at it with wide eyes, and you tried to free your face from your twin brother’s hands. You couldn’t leave his grip, and he was still inspecting it. 

“Who did this?” John B growled out. You remained quiet, biting onto your bottom lip. “Who the fuck did this?”

John B noticed your eyes flitting around nervously, never staying focusing in one place. 

“Y/N, I swear to God if you don’t tell me I-”

“It was JJ!” you screamed, not being able to hold it in anymore. The blond’s eyes widened at your outburst, just like everyone else’s. No one had a clue you and JJ were macking on each other, but soon their eyes went back to normal, realizing how much sense it made.

There had always been tension between the both of you, and it was obvious to anybody that you both cared for each other a lot more than you cared for the rest of your friends. Pope and Kie broke out into smile and congratulations, but you and JJ remained stiff. You were still waiting for John B to react. 

“JJ,” he called out. His voice was low and deadly as if he was having trouble containing his anger. “You have two seconds before I kill you.”

Your boyfriend didn’t even hesitate. He placed the beer down and jumped over the boat knowing that John B wouldn’t follow him into the water as he was a better swimmer than your brother.

John let go of your face and turned towards where JJ had been two seconds ago. 

“JB, calm down!” you said to him. 

“Calm down?” he repeated, turning to glare at you. The anger in his eyes was terrifying. “I fucking told him many times that you were off-limits!”

You scoffed. “So, what? You made me off-limits just because I’m your sister?”

“Yes,” he replied. The tone of his voice implied as if this was something obvious. You just didn’t understand why John B had a say in who you wanted to date. 

As a screaming match began between you two, Pope and Kie moved to the bow to help JJ back onto the boat. The blond didn’t get on completely, ready to jump back in just in case his best friend went crazy on him again.

“Why is this such a problem to you?” you suddenly burst out, screaming in your brother’s face. 

“Because you two, the most fucking important people in my life, will break up and then I’ll be in between and I don’t want that!”

That was not what you were expecting. Your eyes softened as John B turned around and got behind the wheel. He turned the motor of the boat on and headed back towards the Chateau.

Nobody dared to talk. They knew this was something between you and him. And so you approached him as gently as you could and grabbed onto his arm. You felt how tense he was.

“John,” you called out to him. He didn’t turn to look at you, and you knew he was just being difficult. You noticed how his brows perked up a bit and you knew he was listening. “I know you’re worried about both of us. But I really love JJ and I know he loves me too. And there’s nothing he could do to make me hate him. So even if we break up, I would still want to be his friend.”

John B’s arm seemed to become less tense, and JJ approached both you and your brother slowly. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Whatever she said.”

You and John broke out in laughter, knowing that JJ never was good at expressing his feelings. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your neck and you blushed. You weren’t used to so much PDA.

John B finally smiled at the both of you before scowling again. “Ground rules,” he stated. He turned the wheel again and you noticed you’d be arriving back home in a couple of minutes.

“No kissing in front of me,” John B said while raising one finger. “No talking about your sex lives with me.” 

Another one of his fingers went up. “And no sex until Y/N is eigteen.”

You groaned and blushed even harder than before. John B pulled to a stop as you screamed out, “Really, JB?”

Your twin only nodded. “I’m taking over dad’s role since he isn’t here. Am I clear?”

The question was pointed at JJ, who only had a smirk on his face. “Well, about the last rule.”

John B’s anger returned. He already knew what his friend was going to say. “It’s way too late for that, bubba.”

And just like that, JJ was off, stumbling down the dock and into the house for hiding. You could hear his giggles escape him, and your giggles joined his in the afternoon air. 

“JJ!” John B yelled while following after him. “I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

#outer banks #obx #obx netflix #jj maybank #rudy pankow #jj x reader #jj x y/n #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n

[sincerelybubbles]

songbird || kuroo tetsurou

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x reader

warnings: fluff!

synopsis: singing soulmate au

WC: 2782

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Clouds of mist escaped her lips at every exhale, and she smiled as she noticed it. It was cold, but she was warm wrapped up in her jacket and scarf. Gentle humming filled her ears and a blush immediately covered her cheeks as she listened to the soft melody ringing in her head.

“Mom! They’re singing again!” She smiled up at her mom, who glanced down at her.

“Well, when you get home you can sing back. Now, hurry up.” Her mom shook her hand and she reached forward and grabbed it, allowing herself to be dragged along to the train station.

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“Do you have a soulmate marking?” Startled at the sudden attention on her, she nodded, immediately flushing. “Really? What is it!”

“Song marking,” She admitted softly, looking down and nudging her book on the desk. “It’s like…When they sing, I can hear them, and when I sing, they can hear me.”

She glanced up to the awed eyes of her peers, smiling at their astonishment. She was used to reactions like these, most people hadn’t heard of her specific type of soulmate marking.

“That’s loads cooler than a stupid tattoo on my arm!” A girl complained. “So, you know what they sound like?” She nodded and the group of her peers around her leaned in closer, making her feel slightly claustrophobic.

“Is it…” The girl to her left giggled and looked at the people around her, “Are they a boy?”

“Um, yeah?” She answered, confused at her peer’s reaction as they all started laughing and chanting that she had a boyfriend. “I’ve never even met him! How can we be dating?”

Before anyone could answer her, the teacher walked in an announced the start of class. The students rushed to their seats and she tried to focus on the spelling words the teacher was writing on the board, but, as was the trend recently as she learned that the person who sang in her ears often was someone she was destined to be with, her thought were full of her soulmate.

Softly, barely loud enough to hear, she hummed a short melody, and was comforted by the cadence that was repeated back to her.

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“Choir? Are you trying to drive him mad?” Her mom scoffed at the middle school elective sheet sitting on the table, not reaching for the pen beside it, much to her disappointment.

“I want to learn how to sing better, so that I don’t sound bad when they hear me.” She admitted shyly, leaning forward to peek at the paper once again, the sight of her chosen electives making her heart thrum with the possibilities. “Plus, then maybe I can learn I there are any song that will, um, you know…” She flushed.

Her mom sighed, “Finish your sentence.” She insisted.

“Well, maybe I’ll find a song with my name in it…or maybe something with our city in it, or something so that they can figure it out. And find me.” Admitting it made her feel shyer and she was unable to meet her mothers’ eye.

The most frustrating about her soulmate mark was the stipulation. Nothing she or him sang that indicated anything that would allow them to find each other could be heard. Even attempting, she felt the difference. Humming or singing always felt…more than talking, but when she attempted to sing her name or anything like that, it felt empty. It was evident she was only singing to herself.

“Fine.” Her mother sighed and signed the electives sheet, “But don’t blame me when your soulmate hates you because you’re interrupting their schoolwork.”

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“So, I guess what I was wondering is if you would like to do out?” The boy in front of her was clutching his bag in between his two hands and he wasn’t meeting her eye.

“I…” She hesitated, spotting the count down on his wrist. Eight years, the seconds ticking down slowly. She couldn’t imagine having something like that constantly on her body, a physical reminder that they were all just meandering around through life, waiting to meet the destined one for them. She did her best to ensure that her entire life wasn’t about determining the identity of her soulmate, but with a physical reminder as such, she knew the anxiety of it would keep her up at night. “Isn’t your family moving once the summer is over?”

“Yeah, but we still have the entire summer. I…I really think you’re pretty.”

She felt trapped under his searching eyes, like she couldn’t escape the expectation that she go out with him. They were at the cusp of high school, with the rest of their lives ahead of them to find their soulmates. She was the only one in her group of friends who hadn’t had a boyfriend, soulmate markings barred.

Despite it all, she found herself shaking her head.

“I’m really really sorry. I just…have never thought of you that way.” She glanced away at her friends, who were smiling encouragingly at her, oblivious to the rejection that was occurring. A glance back at the boy in front of her revealed his awkward stance and she offered a smile that he hoped would soften the blow. “You’re a really nice guy! And any girl would be lucky to date you I’m sure, I’m just…sorry.”

The boy nodded before walking off, his head hung.

Her friends were immediately around her, asking for all of the details she would give. She told them everything bashfully, accepting their teasing happily.

“You’re the only person I know who can be whipped over someone they don’t even know.” An arm was slung around her shoulder as her friend leaned on her, “You’ve only ever heard his voice!”

“How you even know it was about him! I really just didn’t like the guy.” She pouted, glancing between the faces at her friends. “Plus, in a few weeks I’ll be at Nekoma and he’ll be at Karasuno – there’s no point.”

“The point would have been having someone to kiss this summer!” Her side was poked playfully, and she giggled. “We’re getting you a summer fling girlie.”

She scrunched up her nose. “No thank you!”

“Ugh, what a way to end middle school.” The small group continued walking quietly for a while before, “You guys wanna grab snacks?”

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A call of your surname through the halls made you jump. Turning around, you noted it was two boys from your class. “Hey!”

“Um, hello, Yaku and…Kai, right?” The boys nodded and you turned to face them completely, sending them a smile. “What’s up?” You hadn’t every talked to the boys much, but you were definitely friendly and had attended a few of their volleyball games they invited you and the rest of the class to.

“Listen, the third years were telling us that we haven’t had a volleyball manager in a while, and, well we remembered that you weren’t in any clubs. Would you be interested?” Yaku was looking at her pleadingly, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“You don’t have to make a decision right now, but maybe you can come to the club room with us and watch?” She agreed to this easily, and they both appeared by her desk as she was packing up, along with a black-haired boy she recognized as Kuroo.

The boys lead her to the volleyball club room wherein she was met with several second and third years, it appeared that the three boys in her class were the only first years on the team. Her duties were explained to her, and after talking with the team, her decision to become the manager was an easy one. Her laughter seemed to flow easier than with the other group of friends she had developed so far at Nekoma.

And, suddenly, her first year at high school flew by. Between classes and her manager duties, she was never without something to do. She found herself completely enthralled with each day, happier than she had ever been before. Finally, she was not overcome with daydreams of the future and the guilt that they brought – she knew that she shouldn’t been spending her days entranced by someone she never met – but now, she was happy to live her life as it was.

The boys on the volleyball team quickly became her family, people she oft saw on the weekends and always ate lunch with. The three boys in her year were no exception to this rule, if anything they were the three she became closest with. She learned that Yaku would always find a way to nag her about not eating enough, that Kai was quiet but always had an opinion that one just had to ask for, and that Kuroo never failed to make her laugh.

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Her third year was rockier than her first. Her second flew by in a whirl of papers, friends, and volleyball. Third year brought frustrations of the most difficult curriculum she had ever faced. She found herself stressed about nationals, about the fact that Kenma was most definitely not getting enough sleep, Lev was not picking up on the basics fast enough, she had university applications, and not to mention-

“Hey.” A flick to her forehead brought her to reality. “Hurry up and eat, lunch is almost over.” She send a sheepish smile to Kuroo before picking up her chopsticks and shoving her rice around in her bento.

“Sorry, just a lot on my mind.” She admitted. “What were you talking about?”

She watched as Kuroo dove headfirst back into the story that she hadn’t been paying attention to the last time, nudging her every-so-often when he felt she wasn’t eating fast enough. She found herself wondering about Kuroo’s soulmate.

Everyone had some sort of indicator of their soulmate, the most common being first words imprinted on skin, the least being a complete mental connection with them. But, outside of little kids, nobody asked directly about soulmate markings. It was seen as rude, prying in on people’s live that most didn’t care to share. Still, she realized that she knew nothing about his soulmate marking. She knew that Yaku could only see a specific shade of blue that was his soulmate’s eye color, Kai could draw on his skin and have it show up on his soulmates (and she often saw little hearts drawn on his arms that were too neat to be from him), and that Kenma had a small blue bear on his wrist.  Although, she contemplated, she wasn’t sure of the boys knew about her own soulmate marking.

She shook the thought from her mind, returning her attention to Kuroo’s story just in time to laugh at his punchline to some chemistry joke he told to an underclassman.

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Graduation, much to her delight, did not bring separation between her and the boys in the volleyball team. In fact, her and Kuroo ended up at the same university, and when the four of them decided to move on from dorm life in their second year, they ended up in the same apartment building where Yaku was determined to wrangle them all together for dinner once a week.

This week, he managed to get them all to Karaoke, an event that she had been able to wiggle out of during high school in fear of annoying her soulmate with constant loud singing. This time she wasn’t able to skip it and she found herself two drinks in and giggling at Kai struggling through some ballad.

“Tetsurou, your turn!” She watched and cheered as Kuroo was shoved on stage. He laughed as he picked his song. Suddenly, her phone started to ring and she looked down to see her mom’s face.

She held up the phone to Yaku and stood to make her way to the door, until Kuroo began singing some washed-out pop song she had heard too many times on the radio. The song blaring through the speakers made her pause. Her head thrummed as she heard her soulmate began to sing. The words overlapped each other, and she found herself frozen. Nobody paied her much mind, too busy laughing as Kuroo’s voice cracked with laughter. Laughter that she had heard a million times, but time rang in her head along with the song. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to hear his laugh again and not think of it as musical.

Her mother’s call went to voicemail as Kuroo finished singing. He spotted her standing and jumped off the stage, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “C’mon! You’re turn!” He insisted.

She didn’t know how to tell him no, watching as he picked a duet that she vaguely knew. “Don’t be nervous!” He called to her over the loud music, misinterpreting her frozen state. Luckily, he began the song. She took deep breaths to steady herself, eyes glued to the screen.

She missed her entry note, but quickly stumbled into the song, not daring to look at Kuroo until it was his turn to sing. He was staring at her, slack jawed. Playfully, Yaku and Kai started to boo as Kuroo didn’t even begin to attempt to start singing.

She counted her breaths in her head while Kuroo just started at her. After she hit 28, he suddenly moved toward her and pulled her into a hug. She faintly recognized that there were tears in her eyes and she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders to squeeze him.

“Hey guys?” She heard Yaku ask, sounding concerned. “What’s, um, what’s happening?”

It took a moment, but Kuroo pulled away and glanced at Yaku, “You remember my soulmate marking?”

There was silence, and then, “No! No way!”

And then, she was laughing. She was overwhelmed with joy and astonishment and disbelief. How was it that she had known this boy for years, over five years, and had never sang around him? Though, she did suppose that she tended to not sing around others as it made her feel shy that they could hear her along with her soulmate – the awkward feeling it gave her was the reason why she had quit choir in her second year of middle school.

He was saying her name gently, Yaku and Kai were cheering, and all she could focus on was the fact that his hands had settled on her waist. She wasn’t very touchy with the boys and the feeling of his hands heavy on her waist were more comforting than they should be.

She leaned her head against his chest, attempting to breath through her laughter, and she felt Kuroo’s own chuckles through his chest.

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“Kuroo!” She giggled, pushing at his chest as he hovered above her, leaning down to kiss her nose, “I have to go to class.”

“Don’t care.” He mumbled, dramatically throwing himself flat down on top of her, effectively stopping her from shoving him away. He snuck a kiss on her shoulder, “I have five years of missed kisses to make up for.”

She learned quickly in the three days of knowing Kuroo was her soulmates that the universe was most definitely not wrong in it’s choosing. She would be lying if she said that she hadn’t spent nights daydreaming that her soulmate would be similar to Kuroo. Kind, caring, funny, smart Kuroo who she always felt slightly guilty when she spent too much time thinking about.

Struggling to grab his arm, she angled it to glace at his watch before reaching up and running her fingers through his hair, finding reward in the small hum of pleasure that Kuroo let out. “Two more minutes, but after that I’ll be late,” She conceded.

“I’ll take it,” He murmured against her collarbones, tilting his head up to smile at her. He searched her face for a second before moving his fingers against her side in an effort to tickle her, a breathtaking grin breaking out on his face when he heard her laugh.

He only tickled her for a brief moment before shutting his eyes and relaxing, obviously attempting to savor the moment before she would inevitably have to get up and make her way to her Japanese Lit class.

“Kuroo?” She asked, waiting for his eyes to open and meet hers, feeling her heart race when he sent her a sleepy smile, “I’m glad it was you.” She admitted, “Even if it took five years.”

The look of adoration that spread across his face made her belly feel warm and butterflies explode in her chest.

“Me too.” He sighed, shutting his eyes and wrapping his arms tight around her best he could in his position. “Me too.”

#kuroo tetsuro #kuroo x reader #tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #spencer reid fluff #soulmate au #singing soulmate au

[alexlwrites]

Liability

Summary: The one where your best friend of years and love of your life is getting married and wants you to be the maid of honor. Luckily for you, the best man is not exactly happy either.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

Tags: Romance, Humor, Fluff, Angst

A/n: if you enjoy this, please comment and reblog. It really means the world to me and keeps me going!

Part 2: If one thing had been different  (1/3)

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(<<<Part one)

The weeks leading to the wedding day felt like a fever induced nightmare, hazy and blurry, filled with stomach aches and anxiety nausea. You threw yourself into work, typing until the tips of your fingers were calloused and your wrists hurt, only leaving the office when the janitor kicked you out with a broom to the butt.

You couldn’t avoid Taehyung. No, that would lead to questions with painful answers or over complicated, dead end lies. So you were avoiding yourself - filling every single second of your schedule with some sort of meaningless task, only resting when your body was exhausted enough to not even bother dreaming.

Sunken cheeks and eyes with purple galaxies around it, you carried yourself like a ghost from place to place, saving up energy for the days when you had to try wedding cakes and pretend that you weren’t going to throw them up later, when you agreed with whatever flower or fabric Haewon chose, holding back your real opinions out of spite, wanting to keep the details of the wedding you’ve planned since you were twelve to yourself.

You already stole the groom, you thought bitterly to yourself while sipping whatever champagne they offered at the venue at 2 pm on a Tuesday, you’re not stealing the lilies too. “No, yeah” you’d end up saying “roses are definitely the way to go.”

Taehyung didn’t notice your sudden introspection, didn’t bat an eye at your pale skin and bitten nails, blinded by Haewon’s ever growing brightness, both riding the newly-engaged high. At this point, you were comfortable on the sidelines, happy at their obliviousness. People in love were easy to fool - you had been fooling yourself for years.

In the first few wedding planning appointments, it was just you and Haewon. She wanted to choose the dress first and the process had a strict “no guys allowed” policy. So you followed her from store to store, accompanied by her supportive mom and overly critical friend, running your hands through dresses you were pessimistically sure you’d never get to wear.

“I still think this is too soon.” Aera, Haewon’s college friend, said in one of the dressing rooms, legs crossed and tapping her heel. Aera was nice and friendly, but vocal in a way that was starting to get to your nerves. Although both of you weren’t happy with the wedding, her approach was to complain her way through it. Yours was to pretend it wasn’t happening, hoping everything would be over.

“I know, Aera” Haewon replied, barely bothering to look at her friend, eyes fixed on her image in the mirror, shining in a lace dress “you have mentioned several times before.”

“But yet you’re still going through with it.”

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t say anything, just like you wished Aera would. Haewon saw your annoyed expression through the mirror and winked at you, amused at your annoyance. “Yes, Aera” she said in the same patient tone a person would use to explain something to a child “Funnily enough I don’t need your approval on all my decisions”.

“I’m not saying you do” Aera was not letting go and you wished for the millionth time you could leave or at least get a pair of earphones “but it is my job as your best friend to give you unsolicited advice. You have only been with Taehyung for like, a year and a half? And your career is just starting to pick up too! Is he really worth it all this…”

“As the groom’s best friend it is my job to tell you to not finish that thought.” you warned, voice still monotone and calm. You didn’t want to start anything with Aera, but you already hated this wedding enough on your own, you didn’t need her help “Look, I’m sure Haewon appreciates your input and how much you care, but if she’s not gonna listen to it then you should support her either way, not try to convince her to leave my best friend everytime we get together.”

Aera didn’t say much after that. She didn’t seem upset or chagrined, more deep in thought than anything else. All her commentary from then on revolved only around the dresses and so the fitting carried on quietly and without further problems.

Later, when the sun was getting down and you were just getting ready to leave the store, Haewon pulled you to the side gently before you had the chance to escape. “Hey, I just wanna thank you for today” she said, closing the door behind her in one of the rooms filled with white gowns “I know Aera can be too much sometimes and I know she didn’t mean to insult Tae or anything…”

You waved her off, avoiding eye contact “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I get it, really, she’s just looking out for you.”

Haewon had smart eyes, you’ve always thought so. Her stare made you feel exposed, vulnerable, never 100% comfortable. “Taehyung cares a lot about what you think, you know” she sat down in one of the couches “If you said something to him, like Aera’s been saying to me… I don’t think he would’ve gone through with it”.

You wished people would stop telling you how much power you had over this wedding. It felt like the universe was tempting you, giving the opportunity to stop it, to have it your way. But in the end, you could never bring yourself to purposefully get in the way of Taehyung’s happiness, even if for a second you thought you could make him happier.

“I wouldn’t do that.” you ended up saying, crossing your fingers over your lap.

“I know that. Well, now I do.” your heart stopped for a second and silence hung like a death sentence before Haewon continued “You know, before I dated Taehyung I dated a guy for a little over a year and I really thought he was it for me. But he had this best friend and they went way back, just like you and Tae, and I would get so nervous around her. It always felt like a competition, always felt like a pick-your-favorite game that I never won” you didn’t say anything, couldn’t even if you tried “They started dating a week after we broke up.”

The story is so similar but so different at the same time - how many times had the world created variations of the same heartbreak?

“When Taehyung first told me about you, I almost broke up with him” she continued, voice a little quieter, a bit more strained “I thought it would be the same thing all over again. But I just liked him so much.”

You closed your eyes, thinking that maybe you could pretend for a couple of seconds that you weren’t your awful self, someone who spent so much of their times daydreaming of scenarios where you got to be happy and this girl didn’t, where you were the one that got the guy and she got her heart re-shattered.

“And when I first saw you…” well, that probably gave you some peace of mind, you mused bitterly to yourself, nothing to fear here, just a depressed, teletubbie-looking chick “I thought it was a lost battle already.”

If life had a soundtrack, the sound of a scratched vinyl would play loudly enough to scare every bride in the store.

“What?!” you exclaimed, eyes flying open in surprise.

“You are so great, Y/N” Haewon’s tone was so soft “and it sucks that you don’t see yourself the way literally everyone else does.”

Who the fuck is everyone else, you thought, but didn’t say anything, please send them my way.

“You’re so funny, so warm and smart and when you talk everyone in the room listens” she must’ve read the confusion in your face, the absolute bafflement, because as she continued, exasperated “Taehyung cares so much about you and I just thought… I could never really compete with you.”

Huh.

It almost made you laugh, the sick irony of it all, the ridiculousness of this race you both created and then stopped running, thinking the other would inevitably win. How much time you wasted torturing yourself nitpicking everything Haewon had that you didn’t, not thinking that perhaps she was going through the same thing.

“But you’ve never made me feel like I was losing, Y/N.” Haewon grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers together “You’ve always been so kind and welcoming to me and I’m so thankful for you not making this feel like a competition. For allowing me to be happy with Taehyung.”

The cheap champagne was swirling in your stomach and you felt like throwing up, but what else was new?

“I just want him to be happy.” you had been holding these words close to your chest, repeating to yourself like a mantra. And though it didn’t bring you much peace, it seemed to be enough for Haewon.

“Thank you” she repeated, giving you a hug and a watery smile.

“You’re welcome.” you awkwardly patted her back, hoping she wouldn’t start crying otherwise you would too “Now that I know how important I’ve been to this relationship, don’t expect any wedding gifts from me.”

“You already told me you got us a mini bar.”

“And I’m keeping it to myself. I’m gonna fill it with skin care and alcohol.”

Haewon shook her head “God, you sound just like Taehyung.”

You know the saying, you thought while walking out into the street, still hand in hand with her, like repel like.

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Chapter 3 - Student Council President Sakura

SCPS AO3 | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

“Good morning, Sensei.”

Long trails of pink hair fell just inches above Kakashi’s face. He opened his eyes from a short morning nap and found Sakura shielding him from the summer sun. The book he was reading was on his stomach, turned down and split on the page he stopped.

“Good morning, Sakura. You let your hair down.”

She grinned at him and took a few steps back as he stood up. “I didn’t have time to dry my hair. I didn’t want to be late on my first day of class.”

“You had time to wake me up though.”

Internal panic coursed through Sakura which intensified more when he yawned and smirked, obviously teasing her, but it emphasized the small mole above his chin – something she was always fascinated about. “It’s bad impression when freshmen students find their teacher littering on campus grounds, Sensei.” I’m so proud of my quick wit. She happily sauntered away from the speechless, heads-over-heels, oblivious student trap.

Kakashi walked with her until the main entrance of the building, easily avoiding Sakura’s inquisitions of his summer break shenanigans and pinning the lack of it on the endless teacher trainings and seminars. Just before he left her to go the faculty room, he took a rubber band from his wrist and gave it to her. “In case you’ll get conscious and want to tie your hair. Have a good day, Sakura.”

She wasn’t conscious at all; she let it down for him, the hair tie in her skirt’s pocket – her pink strands freed at will to demand for his undivided attention, but she opened her palm to receive his offer all the same. She sighed after his fading figure in the gathering crowd.

New class lists were pasted on the bulletin board, and she scanned for names. Two particular people caught her attention. Ironically, they also appeared within her field of sight.

“Oh, Sakura. Good morning!” Naruto’s loud voice was ringing even though he just entered the building. If she would describe him, he was the embodiment of sunshine. He just had that positive energy around him which she liked. Walking close behind him was Sasuke, the stoic genius of their batch, and the opposite of Naruto. “How was your summer, Sakura?”

“Hmm, nothing much.” She glanced ever so quickly at Sasuke and saw him pay no mind. She liked that about him because while he was so unlike his loud, chatty friend, his energy was warm and kind, just hiding behind a tall wall of vulnerability. “I heard you joined the baseball team. Congratulations!”

Naruto shyly scratched his head. “I’m still a rookie though. I’ve got ways to go.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Sakura heard through the vine that he got mad agility skills, and that every sports team wanted him to try out. So much has changed in a year.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late.” Sasuke said.

“I haven’t seen which class I’m in yet!”

He grabbed the blonde by the collar and led the way. “We’re classmates.”

“Yeah, we’re classmates.” Sakura fell in step with Sasuke, Naruto frozen in shock. What an odd trio they must have been.

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Their seating arrangement was pasted on the board when they came in. Sasuke got the seat beside the window – a good position for daydreams and afternoon naps. Sakura was placed beside him with a nice center view of the room, and Naruto was in front of her.

“Hey, Sakura. I need to tell you something, but it’s quite embarrassing. You see, I tend to fall asleep in the middle of class and since I’m in front of you…..erm….uhhh.”

“What he meant to say is he drools,” Sasuke interrupted. This apparently irked Naruto who full on glared at him.

“Well, yes, I drool. I have short attention span and classes make me so sleepy, but I hope that won’t disturb you. Just please look over my head.”

“How can she when there’s a porcupine sitting on it?”

Sakura chuckled at their weird, friendly banter. “Yeah sure, whatever you say Naruto. I don’t get easily distracted anyway.” She forgot to ask earlier if Kakashi will still be teaching Math for second years or which section his homeroom will be. As if her thoughts conjured him, he walked in their room, his silver hair glinting against the sunlight, and his eyes wandering in search for a face. Hushed gushes of admiration spread through the students, awed by the silent imposition of his presence. Then, his eyes fell on her.

He bridged the gap between them in easy, wide strides. “Ms. Haruno, the student council is looking for you.”

“They really sent you on an errand, Sensei?” No one dared to look beyond their interactions. She was easy-going, casual without being disrespectful, the model cheerful student, and the teachers’ pet. Teasing him with her half-truths hanging in between words was not difficult to cover up.

“Of course, I’m the council’s adviser.” And of course, she was thankful for his obliviousness.

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“What do you think could it be? Did Sakura get into a scuffle?” Naruto asked after Sakura left with Kakashi. “No, that’s not really possible.”

Sasuke shrugged. He just wanted the day, or rather, the term to end quickly. He purposely avoided visiting the café, going in the mornings rather than late nights, partly because he didn’t want to run into her and partly because he was scared. He was just safely keeping his distance.

Sakura returned just before the next class started with an exuberant expression. The next teacher basically confirmed the news. “Congrats, Ms. Haruno Sakura. Thanks for stepping up to be the next student council president.” The position was left vacant after the initial appointee decided to focus on preparations and review to move abroad for college. The council, with faculty approval, recommended her to take the rein.

Hmm. They trust her abilities to this extent, huh. Sasuke looked outside, uninterested with the unfolding event and the break of congratulations around her. He saw her reflection on the window, smiling widely at her classmates, but her hands told another story, her fingers just solely focused on the rubber tie around her wrist.

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Naruto had to stay behind for baseball practice which Sasuke was thankful for, but his feet didn’t want to go back home so he hid in their spot, napped for a while, and waited for Naruto’s message. When the blonde finally finished, Sasuke went to the field to fetch him.

“Sasuke, they’ll be joining us for dinner!” Naruto said.

“Sure, invite another team more.” Just his luck, Sasuke hated company, but like all other instances, he kept being dragged within his friend’s orbit. The team waved at him silently, knowing for a fact now that he didn’t respond to anyone other than Naruto.

“Really?” Naruto’s eyes perked up then a moment later realized that Sasuke was being sarcastic. He wrapped an arm around his shoulder and led the way to their usual ramen house.

“Get your hands off me, you vermin.”

“Awww they told me this was probably your love language – friendly banter.”

“Naruto, that didn’t come from us. We don’t want to get killed!” his teammates collectively chimed behind him. “Sorry Sasuke.”

Sasuke released a heavy sigh, quickly glaring at the players, but also letting the remarks slide. At least, this was a better option than being early at home and alone. After dinner, Naruto badgered him for desserts.

“I think I need a sugar rush. All the sugar left my body during practice. I envy Team Captain Haru.”

“The one with the undercut? His hair looked boring.”

“He has a steady supply of sweetness in his life. His girlfriend, Hinata, always visited during summer break. Quiet but supportive of our practice games. She cheers for him on the side and brings us snacks. I want a girlfriend too.”

“That’s normal, considering you’re a hormonal teenager.”

“Aren’t you the same?”

“Nope, I’m just a teenager.” His feet unconsciously led him to the café where Sakura worked. Ah, shit. “Hey, let’s go to another place.”

“This looks okay, grumpy! Besides, my feet hurt. Please have mercy on your dear friend.”

“You’re not my friend.”

“That’s a part of your love language too. Ehe. Come on now.”

Despite internally wishing she wasn’t present this evening, he found himself face to face again with Sakura. She had the usual disguise, but her makeup was on the heavier side – cat-shaped eyeliner just made her eyes stood up more. When she saw them, the first thing she did was look at him, conveying a questioning look, possibly on whether Naruto knew who she was. Sasuke subtly shook his head once.

Ever the simple-minded, Naruto’s focus was on the sweets. “I’ll have strawberry milkshake and a slice of red velvet cheesecake please!” It was going so well until he saw her face. Leaning in to Sasuke, he whispered. “She kinda looks familiar, don’t you think?”

“Your order, Sir?” Unfazed, Sakura continued doing her job. Her eyes looked towards the last plate of cream puffs.

“One slice of tomato cake and a matcha latte.”

“What?” Sakura and Naruto said at the same time.

“Even the lady agrees that that dessert sound unappetizing!” Naruto stuck out his tongue for a more theatrical effect. “Get a brownie or a cream puff.”

“I’m treating you so let me eat my tomatoes in peace.” Sasuke held out his card to Sakura who was still weirded out by his selection. Did he really give off a strong impression of his cream puffs inclination?

“I feel like we have a vibe going on.” Naruto leaned towards the counter, seemingly flirting with Sakura-in-disguise. “Maybe it’s because you have the same eye color?”

Before he could embarrass himself any further and prematurely confess his yet half-hearted feelings, Sasuke dragged Naruto away from the counter and on the farthest table of the café. “You made her uncomfortable. Stop it.”

“She looked like Sakura! But of course, our student council president looks more ethereal. I bet she’s so busy with school and club activities, she won’t have time for this.”

He spent an hour or so listening to Naruto talk about his baseball practice, the expired ramen he accidentally cooked last night, and the difficulty of their classes. It somehow ended on a note, much more like an imposition from Naruto, that Sasuke will give him supplementary lessons in this café and with his allowance.

They were about to leave when Sakura beckoned them over. She had two paper bags in her hands, and Sasuke noticed the absence of cream puffs. Someone must have ordered it already.

“Here’s a treat on the house – one for each of you. We’re giving freebies if you order within this timeframe. Come again!”

“This is so great! Thank you!” Naruto beamed at her but remembered something. “Hey, I’m sorry if I felt like a creep earlier. It wasn’t my intention.”

“Uh, that’s all right. I get that a lot.” She beamed back at him.

“You have the same beautiful eye color with our classmate. She’s cheerful, assertive, and has this positive energy around her. We hope we could be friends with her. Thanks for this again!”

Sasuke was too late to stop Naruto’s ramble, but he guessed it turned out fine. She just continued smiling like a good ole polite employee. “Get going, Naruto. I want to rest.” The two of them stepped out on the street with the fresh evening breeze.

“I feel like I still creeped her out.”

“Maybe you did.” Sasuke smirked at the tortured expression on Naruto’s face.

When he came home, he opened the paper bag to place the contents inside the fridge. It didn’t occur to him to ask why that promo wasn’t offered to him when he came last time, but nonetheless, he was a bit glad that he had something to munch on aside from processed food. His thoughts halted when he saw the cream puffs inside. His hands fetched his phone and he quickly dialed Naruto’s number.

“Grumpy, you missed me already?”

“What did she give you?”

“Who? Oh? You mean the café lady? Brownies! Do you think I can share these with Sakura tomorrow?”

Sasuke hang up on him without answering his question. He just kept on staring at the cream puffs on his kitchen counter.

Yeah, I better keep my distance.

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