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strawbxrryneptune · 3 years

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Cw: praise, talks of snakes, lots of kissing, fingering, dirty talk, cursing, my bad puns, fem!reader

《 @kingkatsuki @miggiisdumb 》

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Thinkin about going on a wildlife tour in Australia, with a tour guide who loves pulling pranks on the tourists, telling them about dangerous snakes and getting them nervous and anxious, pulling up to a "snake hotspot" and holding in laughter when he plays a track of a rattlesnake and everyone panics, actually cackling out loud when he gets off to "make sure the fuckers didn't ruin his truck" and throws a rubber snake over the side, resulting in multiple screaming children and women and a man who mightve pissed himself.

Has to turn around to take everyone back cause they're sooo mad, and he just chuckles and yells out that,

"If ya' can't handle a lil' snake, yer' ain't cut out fa' Aussie, Mates!!"

He turns back around to drive off on his own personal tour and sees you sitting in the passenger seat, having moved up since everyone else got off.

"Where we headed now, Mista Tour Guide?"

The handsome blonde raises an eyebrow at you before grinning wildly.

"Well well well, I see lil' miss city girl ain't afraid."

"Of a rattlesnake? Please. We going or not?"

He laughs, rounding the car and hopping in, driving off and leaving a cloud of a dust in his trail.

You side eye him, checking him out subtly as he takes you back along the tour trail.

He looked shockingly good in khaki, shorts tight around his bulging thighs and white shirt straining to contain his muscular torso, rings and chain glistening in the afternoon sun. Sweat trickles down his neck, your eyes following the movement until it dissapears into his shirt, which is sticking to him due to him perspiring, giving you a view of intricate tattoos swirling along his chest and arms.

"Ya done starin', sweetheart?"

You smile, gazing into his red eyes as he looks at you from the corner of his eye.

"Nah, I'm not done. Could ya maybe pull over so I can get a better perspective?"

He chuckles at that, ears flushing pink as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel.

"Aren't ya here for a tour of Australia?"

"I've done my fair share of touring. I wanna explore."

As you say that last word, you trail a hand down his chest and tugging on his chain, watching his smirk fade as he subtly clenches his jaw, eyes narrowing on the road.

"Watch yerself, Gorgeous."

You sigh, leaning back onto your seat as you throw your head back against the wind.

"If you're too scared to show the city girl what it's like down under, I completely underst-"

You're cut off with a snarl, the tour guide pulling over to a spot near a ledge, turning off the car and grabbing your jaw.

"I ain't afraid of shit, little girl. You should be afraid, sittin on a cliff with a rando who's got you by the jaw."

You smile as best you can with his fingers on you, rolling your tongue out to lick at his hand.

His pupils dilate, breath hitching before he leans forward and catches your mouth in a rough kiss, wet fingers sneaking into your top and pinching at your nipples.

"Hah, what a fuckin' minx. You wanna get fucked on the side of the road like some whore?"

You mewl against his lips, panting as he slips his thick fingers lower, tracing soft, teasing circles on your panty clad cunt before giving it a firm smack, your mouth dropping open in shock and arousal.

"I asked y'a question, sweetheart. You want me to fold in fuckin' half and give you this dick? I can make you fucking scream."

You breathe a laugh, rolling your eyes teasingly as you thrust your hips against his big hand.

"P-please, as if. You're just a-ahhhh"

He gives another sharp slap to your pussy, this time directly on it. You hadn't even realized he had ripped them off, too busy trying to make a comeback.

"I'm just a what, Sweets? A fuckin' God? Say it, come on, tell me I'm makin you feel good with just a few pussy slaps. Let the whole fucking plain know who's making your thighs shake like that."

You huff, burying your face in his shoulder to muffle your moans when he slides a finger into you, but he quickly takes you up by your hair and drags you to his mouth, tongue rolling over yours and the deep baritone of his moans sending shockwaves to your core.

You shake and tremble as he kisses you, the feeling of his thumb rubbing slow, teasing circles on your clit and two of his warm, ring clad fingers curling inside you has you rushing towards release.

You bring one of your hands down to rub at his bulge, teasing over the spot where his tip is. He groans into your mouth, pulling away to pant against your lips as his eyes lock onto the creaminess of his fingers, your slick covering his hand.

"Shit. You're fucking dripping. All this for me, baby?"

You can't even scoff at him, only answering with a whimper when he starts to whole heartedly pump into you, rocking his hips against your hand.

You hit your peak suddenly, eyes rolling back and fingers tightening around his tip, causing him to choke on a gasp and bite down into your shoulder, hips shaking underneath you as you both cum.

When you finally get a bearing, you see a spreading damp spot on the cloth of his shorts, some creamy cum dripping down his thighs.

"Well shit. Down under really is fun."

"Shut the fuck up."

#bakugo smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou smut #australian!bakugou #bakugou thirst #bakugou x reader smut #neptunewrites

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unfriedough · 3 years

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‘Cuddles’- Zuko x fem!reader

Masterlist <3

An: GOOD DAY FRIENDS. Today I present to you: another Zuko one shot that makes barely any sense. >_<. LISTEN, I wrote this lil piece, without a written plan. I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE AND ALSO TY FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY PREVIOUS PIECE ILY ALL SM.

Warnings: Soft boy Zuko, crying, mentions of assasination attempts, tickling.

Summary: Zuko had quite the day as the firelord, but all he really needs is a good cuddle with his wife.

You heard the door open, and a sigh can be heard from the figure that entered the room. He closed the door behind him, and walked towards the closet to pick out a robe.

“Hey handsome!” You beamed.

“Hi, darling.”

He seemed so sad, and you could tell just from his tone. Carefully, you rolled out of bed, and walked over to Zuko, who was now sitting at the mirror. You snaked your hands around his neck and rested them onto his chest, laying your chin on top of his head.

“S’wrong?” You asked.

The firelord sighed again.

“Politics.” He replied, leaning into your touch.

You lightly kissed the crown of his head, before taking his hair out of the top knot. He carefully stood up, slipping out of his formal robes and into his sleep robes. You helped him tie the knot on the front, before leaning in for a peck - which he gladly returned. He held your hand as you led him onto the bed, slipping under the covers once you were both on. You scooted closer to your husband, and he rested his head on your chest, arms tightly hugging your waist.

“So, you wanna tell me what's really wrong, Zu?” You smiled at him.

He looked up from his position, before hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You giggled, but your face fell as soon as you heard what he said.

“Assasination attempts.” Is what you heard, his voice so quiet, so scared.

You hugged him tighter, and you began feeling a wetness creeping onto your shirt.

“Zuko? Darling, look at me, please?”

He slowly raised his head from it’s spot, his eyes full of sparkling tears.

“Nobody is going to hurt you, at least not on my watch,” You comforted him.

He gave a soft smile.

“I’m sorry,” He dug his face back into your neck.

“Nothing to be sorry for, love.” you hummed, playing with his hair.

He still seemed upset, and the night was long, so you did what you thought would help…

“Hey - What are you-” he was cut off by his own laugh.

Who knew that the all powerful firelord was so ticklish? You knew.

You two rolled all around the bed, him trying to escape you, and you making it difficult. You tickled him everywhere he was ticklish, but where he was most ticklish, you paid the most attention to - his stomach.

In an attempt to escape you, he pulled you in for a kiss, but he’s done that trick before, and you were immune to his attempts.

Ok so this part has the reader as ticklish, but if you're not, ofc you can skip this section, no hard feelings ;)

“Ok my turn!” Zuko yelled, tickling you back.

You could barely breathe, he knew your most ticklish spot, and did not spare a glance to the others.

“I can’t breathe!” you choked out in the midst of laughter.

“Too bad, Yn, it’s revenge time.”

And that’s how an all out tickle war started, every man for himself.

Ok it’s over now lol, back to reading.

Because this whole tickling fiasco, you were both worn out. After snuggling up against each other, tangling your legs and resting your head on his chest, you both decided to call it a night.

“G’night Zuko,”

“Goodnight, darling.” He replied, kissing the crown of your head.

You smiled, both of your breaths slowed down, until ultimately, you were both fast asleep. Off in a dream realm, content with how your day ended.

An: SOFT ZUKO SOFT ZUKO SOFT ZUKO KCKTYFCU. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this story, See ya!

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bonny-kookoo · 3 years

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Make Me | 🔞 | JJK x Reader

Pairing:Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Romance, Lowkey kinda crack, Smut, slight angst

Wordcount: 3.4k (its pretty short since I plan on giving you guys random smut-shots for this, so a lot of the scenes didn't make it into this one.)

Tags/warnings: Playful teasing, swearing, name calling, slight hair pulling, smut, usage of toys (remote controlled), slight angst, they be fighting a lil, it's a pretty low-carb meal really, very lightweight, okay I don't think there's anything else to say

Summary: Jungkook and you; a couple that's not only connected under the name of lovers- but best friends and enemies as well.

Jungkook is absolutely in love with you.

That may be hard to believe, considering the two of you currently fighting on the couch over the last bite of your burger. You're not play-fighting like cutesy couples either, no; you're both acting as if starvation was the only alternative.

Its really not; there's plenty other takeout still on the table.

"I paid for this shit you ungrateful bitch!" He laughs out as you stuff the bite into your mouth, hands high in triumph. "I can't believe you sometimes." He mumbles, watching you chew and swallow before he attacks again. He's careful with you, although it might not seem that way. Jungkook wouldn't dare to injure you in any way, always getting apologetic every time he accidentally bruises your skin. He pins your arms on the couch, predatory eyes staring at you as you raise your eyebrows.

"What'cha gonna do about it?" You challenge, and he groans out as he lets you go.

"Fuck you!" He says, and you laugh out loud. "Don't make me fucking pop a boner- I don't wanna eat cold french fries!" He whines while reaching for said food item, and you shrug as you reach for the pack of chicken nuggets, opening a tiny tub of sauce. "I can't believe you." He chuckles, unable to hold up his facade of being upset about all of it.

He really isn't.

Everyone of his friends thinks its weird- the relationship you two had. He himself however always felt like he had won the jackpot with you; he had a hot girlfriend he didn't have to change anything for. There was no need to be all romantic and cheesy and make himself into someone he wasn't. Being gentle was no requirement with you; you were his absolute best friend, and also lover at the same time.

He had it all with you.

Hard to believe, but Jungkook had been very realistic about it with you. Of course it had been exciting when you two had hooked up for the first time- but the more he got to know you, the more he fell in love with your honest nature and loving personality. You were passionate about your art, never let someone talk down on you, always spoke your mind. You were a challenge, a tiger waiting to be tamed, and Jungkook was as ready as he had ever been to try and do just that. Because right now you were young, you were wild, and one day, you'll have lived all of your dreams. Somewhere deep down, he already imagines it. Sometimes. The way he'll buy a house for you two, how he'll marry you and knock you up to make his family complete.

But for now, you were simply two young lovers in the moment.

Theres a drop of sauce on the top of your breast, and you don't even notice the way Jungkook stares as you wipe it off with your finger, licking it clean like second nature. He's furrowing his brows as he throws his head back, pure agony in his voice as he growls out. "God what is it now?" You playfully complain, last bite of your food gone in your mouth as you look at him with amusement. "Don't tell me you're still hard." You say.

"Fuck off, it's your fault!" He laughs out, unable to quite conceal how funny the entire situation seems to him as well. "Can't you sit on my dick while I finish my food?" He whines, pouting expression thrown your way as you give him a look that says more than you could with words. "Okay yeah saying that out loud makes it sound weird." He mumbles, speeding up his speed as he finishes his food. He swallows after a moment, leaning back on the couch as he gives himself a moment to settle. Maybe he'll come down on his own.

But then again, as he looks at you, he has to remember what his mother always told him.

'don't let the food get cold'

And its your laughter in his ears that makes him smile as he crawls over you, pulling your shirt over your head as he decides no; he doesn't want to wait.

"Jungkookie, LOOK!" You exclaim as he walks inside your studio, watching as you were petting a massive dog. Maybe a great dane? Mastiff? It didn't matter at all- because you were so happy his attention wasn't on the animal next to you at all. "He's so cute, aren't you?" You say, squishing the dogs head a little. Jungkook laughs.

"Please don't tell me you want a dog now." He says, and you look at him with large eyes. "No, please, we can barely take care of ourselves right now!" He laughs. "Bring it up again when you can walk stairs without stumbling." He teases, and you stare daggers at him.

"At least I'm not scared of the fucking microwave." You mumble, as you stand up, the customer absolutely entertained by the two of you. Jungkook slaps your butt as an answer to your teasing, making you squeal scandalized. "Jungkook! That's public indecency!" You exclaim, and Jungkook laughs as he sits down on a chair in the waiting lounge you're standing in.

"If that's true I gladly get arrested." He says, and you roll your eyes as you say your goodbyes to the customer and his very lovable pet, getting your stuff to walk over to him. "Good to go?" He asks, and you nod, walking out next to him as you spot his car outside- or rather, the small van his company provided him. You have had your suspicions already as he was still wearing his work attire- this sight now spoke out clearly what you were fearing.

"Jungkook no-" You whine, and he sighs, silently telling you were right. "You promised no more overtime!" You said. "We were supposed to have a nice weekend!" You say, genuinely upset, and he can see it; the look in your eyes is pure disappointment, brows scrunched up as your shoulder slump down. "You promised." You mumble, as he opens the passenger door for you, letting you get inside the car.

"I'm sorry, but Tae called in sick and they asked who could take his shift." He explained as he drove home, well knowing that this was no excuse for you. But instead of voicing that out like you usually did, you were silent.

He did not like that.

"I'm really sorry." He says again, but you're still not answering him. "Baby?" He tries, but you're looking out the window, not sparing him even a glance. He knows he fucks up sometimes, but this is entirely new territory for him. Never had he had to deal with you genuinely upset with him, at least not to this extend- because at the moment it seemed as if you were ready to open that door at the next red light and walk right away from him.

The thought alone made him shudder- and not in a good way.

He tries again, but this time you speak; voice quiet, serious, and way too formal for him to feel comfortable with. "Just bring me home Jungkook." The way you say his name makes him bite the inside of his cheek. He's now upset at himself as well. He knew how much you had been looking forward to a shared weekend together. He should've not said anything when they asked who could take over the shift.

And as he came to a stop in front of your shared apartment, it only got worse. Because for the first time, you just got out of his car, closing the door, and went into the apartment complex.

You didn't give him his kiss to the cheek like you did every time- even when you were mad.

You didn't say goodbye.

You didn't even look back.

"I don't want you gone all the time." You whine out as you hold onto him, his hands on your back as he helps you stay where you are on his lap, your head in his neck as you breath heavily. "I need you." You say, and its one of the rare moments you're open like that. He's eating it up, drinking it in, as he holds you, palms all over your bare skin while you move lazily.

"I know, I'm sorry, I really am." He breathes out, placing kisses to your shoulder, helping you rock on his cock so you won't have to do all the work. "I need you too, I really do, I'm sorry." He mumbles, slipping out of you for a moment before he lays you flat on the bed, guiding his length back inside you as he looms over your body, kissing your skin as if he's worshipping you, as if he can't get close enough to you, his hands holding onto your middle as he keeps you stable while he pushes into you slowly.

"Faster-" You beg him, but he shakes his head, not picking up his pace at all as you whine. "Kookie please-" You say, and he shakes his head again.

"No, we got time." He argues back, and you open your eyes at that, looking to the side. "What is it?" He asks.

"We don't." You say. "You have to get up early tomorrow." You say, and Jungkook shakes his head, making you roll your eyes for a moment as you want to continue- but he shuts you up with a well practiced hand on your clit, your body reacting instantly as your toes curl up. "Jungkook-"

"I don't." He says, gritting his teeth as he finally picks up his pace. "I took time off." He breathes out. "Told them I need the weekend." His hand is eager to have you come undone underneath him as your legs move, heels digging into the small of his back as you snake them around his body the best you can considering the size difference. "Told them I got my girlfriend at home, and guess what?" He asks, and you mewl at his antics. "No one's gonna call me up. Phone's on airplane mode." You're suddenly frantic, hands gripping the bedsheets underneath you as he doesn't let up, smiles into your neck as he bites and sucks his marks. "They can fuck off while I fuck you." He whispers, and you suddenly snap, back arching as you come, his violent thrusting making you sob dryly, fingers reaching for his arms as you dig them into his inked skin.

That's your art underneath his skin, safely tucked away to be guarded from time. That's your ink on his body, your way of making him yours. And this, the way he mouths and nibbles and bites and kisses- that's his way of making you his.

He slips out, desperately rutting into his own hand as he cums onto your lower belly, his release staining the sheets below.

But it doesn't matter in that moment.

He gladly cleans up afterwards.

"Would you ever wanna live in New Zealand?" You ask him, as he makes sure not to burn any of the food on the grill.

It's your yearly holiday trip, this time in the cold of new Zealand, a camping van your home for the two weeks you'd decided to travel the country. "I mean, why not?" He tells you, turning a piece of meat over, before he looks at you sitting next to him, all bundled up in his way too large puffer jacket. It's already large on him- so it almost swallows you whole. But it also awakens something inside him, seeing you wear his clothes like that. He feels protective, weirdly so.

"Hmhm." You say. "The people seem nice here." You say, and then you rest your head against his shoulder, making him smile as his arm wraps around you- a movement almost instinctual at this point. "But I don't know, won't we miss home?" You wonder, and Jungkook shrugs.

"I don't really need a home as long as you're with me." He says, speaking it out loud without thinking as you suddenly detach from him. He looks at you, worried he might've said something too much, but you look at him so.. he can't describe it. Your lips are on his in the next second, before you go to the van to retrieve some paper plates.

"Oh my god, that was-" You say, balancing cutlery in your arm. "-The most romantic fucking thing you've ever said!" You say, putting everything onto the camping table as he chuckles. "No, I mean it. That was so movie-worthy!" You say. "I feel like I'm in a K-Drama!" You exclaim, and he laughs.

"They don't swear that much in K-Dramas." He corrects you playfully, but still smiles. "But yeah I get you. Sometimes I feel like this isn't real too. Too good to be true and all that." He says, and you suddenly squeal, making him look at you.

"Stop!" You say, before you hug him tightly.

You're looking through clothing items when you suddenly feel it.

The sudden buzzing right inside you, making your foot studder in its step as you try to conceil your reaction as best as you can. You can feel your thighs clenching, muscles contracting as the feeling of the bullet vibrator. And one look towards Jungkook sitting on a chair in front of the dressing stalls makes you want to punch him right in his pretty face.

He's got his hand inside his sweater pocket, smirking slightly at your struggle as he doesn't seem to care who's sitting next to him- or who could see you and connect the dots. He likes things like that; the slight thrill of getting caught and the literall proof that you had given him all control making him feel absolute bliss.

You're more concerned about the fact that you're about to cum.

Right inside this fucking store.

You shoot him daggers, and he simply has the audacity to smile, shrugging his arms as if he's got no idea what you mean. He tones it down a little, turning it off for now when he felt like he'd tortured you enough; stripping you of your orgasm as well. You want to whine out, complain, but you simply but the clothes back where they belong, walking up to him. "Oh? Nothing caught your eye baby?" He asks innocently, and you simply smile, shaking your head. "Alright." He says, getting up to walk out with you.

And its inside the car after he had parked in a secluded spot on a scarcely lit parking lot that he turns the device on again. "I have to say.." He starts, watching you squirm in the passenger seat, hands instantly clenching into fists as your legs squeeze together. "I'm not mad anymore I almost paid a hundred bucks for this thing." He tells you. "Feels good baby?" He asks, and you nod- but its not enough for Jungkook. "I can't hear you." He tells you, and you have to cut yourself off to not moan out loud.

"I-t.. ah- feels good.." You somehow get out, squirming and slowly growing desperate as he keeps the setting low- too low for you to actually cum. He's enjoying the show for a moment, until he reaches underneath his drivers' seat, fumbling around before the seat rolls back, making more room. You know what's going to happen next. "Can I-?" You start, and he nods, helping you safely onto his lap.

"You look so pretty like this." He praises, hands underneath your clothing as he gently fondles your breasts- enjoying the fact you've decided to skip the bra today. "Hm?" He humms against your skin, before he leans back, switching onto the highest setting. He doesn't even need to touch himself to get off, he knows that already; the sight in front of you enough to get him going. You're erratic at this point, Hips rutting into nothing as you hold your hands awkwardly in front of your mouth. Jungkook reaches out, letting you hold onto him, and he feels weirdly loving at the sight of you holding onto him so desperately. "Oh?" He suddenly asks, noticing you stutter. "Cum baby. Come on." He urges, and you want to tell him its too much, too much, but then you suddenly cum, and he tones it down a little, letting you ride it out as you clumsily fondle him over his jeans- only a few movements enough for him however to come undone inside his pants. "Shh, you're good, good job, good girl." He humms out, letting you rest against his chest for a moment, closing his eyes as he enjoys the moment with you.

He's really not mad about the hundred bucks anymore.

One thing Jungkook had come to live with was the fact that you loved everything cute.

You collected anything pink and soft and cute, plushies being his go-to present because he knew that would always be a bullseye-shot with you. They're all over the place, but Jungkook doesn't mind. Even though he can't understand the appeal of some of them, he himself understands the appeal of collecting things. And he's also not one to judge- having accepted you with every piece and habit you have.

That doesn't mean he doesn't tease you for it.

"Why's the rat wearing old granny clothes?"jungkook snorts, jumping over the back of the couch to sit next to you, who is currently trying to sew a hole on your melody plush toy shut.

"Shut up, Melody isn't a rat!" You mumble, making Jungkook chuckle as he eats his popsicle, watching you work. He really likes how delicate your hands are; they fit nicely in his hands whenever he holds them. Yours get cold a lot- and he likes giving you some warmth whenever he can.

Anything for you.

"I think its a rat." He tells you, giggling boyishly when you throw your head back, groaning. He gets up to walk into the kitchen to throw the wooden stick of his treat away, as he hears you.

"Well detective melody thinks you're a little bitch." You retort. And only seconds later, jungkook is behind you, looking over your shoulder to check if its clear- he doesn't want you to hurt yourself with the needle. Once he's made sure, he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it back so you're looking at him upside down.

"You wanna say that again sweetheart?" He growls out, and your sparkling eyes shout mischievously at him from below.

He loves the powerplay.

But this time you decide to ge cute, holding the stuffed toy into his face as you giggle. "Its melodys words, not mine!" You argue, and he laughs, before he pushes the toy aside, pressing a kiss to your nose before he walks back into the kitchen again. "Although I can't argue with whats been said-" you start, and Jungkook shouts from the kitchen as you laugh.

"I wasn't a little bitch last night when I was balls deep in-" he starts, and you scream over his words, scandalized.

"Jungkook, not when melody is listening!"

"So.." Jimin started, looking at your hand. "You wanna explain that expensive ass thing?" He asks, before he slaps the table. "Don't tell me its real!" He asks, eyes wide as you laugh.

"Why, you wanna steal n' sell?" You challenge, and he shakes his head, now a little more serious.

"No, I just wondered. He popped the question or not?" He asks, and you can't help the grin that spreads onto your cheeks. But before any of you can answer, the man in question walks inside, having heard the conversation.

"I did, and that means you can fuck off Park." He challenges, roughly pushing the elder away with a hand on his head, making everyone laugh at their antics. "How's my fiance doing?" He asks. "Still walking like a newborn babydeer?" He teases, and you smack his head with a printout you had rolled up. "Ow, you literally told me to go hard, don't be mad now!" He says, before running away from your red-faced form, chasing him with the printouts around the studio.

Yeah, some things never change.

And that's ok.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Don't try reposting on AO3 or your mom's facebook. I got eyes everywhere.

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #bts fic #bts smut #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts reactions #Make Me! AU

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lilxberry · 3 years

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The Guilt Of A Lover - Natasha Romanoff

Synopsis;

You tend to be quite off-put by other women when you’re with the love of your life, even feeling guilty when there truly is no need to for you to feel so. Natasha herself tells you as such.

Warnings: Lil’ bit of language. Jealous Natasha. Oblivious and paranoid reader. Pretty much it tbh.

Words: 2,072

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

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You sat there, admiring your red headed girlfriend as she took down yet another agent in training. You were always in awe of how he body moved when she was up against an opponent. Plus, you had a great view of her ass right now so were as happy as can be during your break from training.

Natasha looked at you and sent a cheeky, subtle wink towards you. You grinned at her like a fool. She was in every way the perfect woman for you. She’s the woman

Just as you stood up and took a final gulp of water from your bottle, ending your break, one of the trainees, a young blonde girl, steeping in front of you, blocking your path.

“Hey, I was wondering if you could train with me and help me out with my stance.” Josie-Jessie-Jade, you hadn’t really cared to remember her name, asked as she played with a strand of her hair, twirling it around her slender, manicured finger. A tell-tale sign of flirting which you hadn’t noticed.

But Natasha did.

The girl had been flirting with you non-stop during the training sessions you helped lead. She had always found an issue which you just so happened to be the only one who could fix it. ‘Not like there’s any other superiors she could ask.’ Natasha thought bitterly as she watched on from the corner of her eye.

“Uh-sure. Why don’t you get into position and I’ll see what needs you’re doing wrong.” You instructed the young girl who giggled as she turned to get back on to the matt.

Once there, she plants her feet atop the cool surface, raising her arms out in front of her and bending her knees ever so slightly, sticking her ass further out than nessicary.

You sighed heavily through your nose as you witness her positioning. ‘How did this girl even get as far as she has with S.H.I.E.L.D..’ You leisurely walked towards her, noting what she should do to make improvements.

“For starters, your knees are bent too much, that can throw you off balance.” You tap her knees until you’re satisfied with the amount they’re straightened. You proceeded to move her feet so they face a more efficient direction. Lastly, you moved to behind her, ready to correct her flimsy, half-arsed positioning of her arms.

“Your arms should be more bent. Bring your elbows towards your body, this will help you protect yourself.” You gripped her elbows with a gentle but firm grip, pulling them back inwards towards her torso.

As your arms reach around each side of her, she pushes herself back into you, her back being forced to come into contact with your chest. “Like this?” She feigns innocence as she asks in a sickly-sweet voice, puffing her chest out, making them fall into your line of sight.

You clear your throat and quickly detach yourself from her, making sure you advert your gaze from her eyes as she turns around. “Yeah, just like that. Keep practicing.” With that, you walk out of the training room hastily, leaving Josie-Jess-Jade confused and frustrated.

Natasha notices your quick departure and frowns, concerned about the one she loves.

She turns her gaze towards the younger girl, a burning anger in her eyes as she stares for a moment. Natasha swore she would find out what was wrong later.

Oh boy, she sure did.

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Natasha had yet to see you all day after training had concluded. She could tell something had upset you and had a possible reason as to why you were so quick to exit the room.

Ever since you two had started dating, you had always been mindful and concerned of your girlfriend, putting her before yourself. She knew that you hated the idea of hurting her or betraying her and whenever you thought you had, you would be over cumbered with guilt and then profusely apologize after some time to scold and punish yourself with horrid thoughts.

For as long as Natasha had known you, you had never betrayed her once. The multiple occasions you’ve said you had done so was purely an overreaction on your part.

--- flashback ---

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to look at her. You know I’d never look at anyone else in the way I look at you. I’m so, so sorry. Please forgive me.” You spoke as you buried your face into the crook of her neck, holding her tightly, afraid that if you loosened your vice like grip around her waist for a millisecond, she’d leave in an instant. You’re breathing was erratic, clearly panicking about whether she’ll leave you ‘cause of your ‘slip up’.

“Y/N, seriously, you’ve done nothing wrong.” Natasha soothed into your ear, stroking your hair gently. “Just because you happened to look up from your phone the same time as that girl bent down, it doesn’t mean you messed up. It’s not like you were actively looking at her tits baby.” She cooed, trying to add humour into the situation but you clearly felt just as guilty as you did before.

“Babe, the fact that you looked away instantly just shows you not only have respect for me and our relationship, but to other women as well is one of the reasons I love you but please stop feeling guilty for something that’s not worth it.” Natasha continued.

You planted a small kiss upon Natasha’s shoulder before fully raising your head to look down at your girlfriend. “I love you.” You spoke quietly, afraid what would happen if your voice raised even a decibel higher.

Natasha looked into your eyes, still seeing the guilt you hold behind them and sighed. “I love you too, Y/N. Now, how about we finally head down to the living room for movie night?” She smiled as a small smile had broken on to your face also.

“Sure.” You grabbed her hand, interlocking your fingers with her before leaving your shared bedroom and heading to the elevator, ready to wrap your arms around your girlfriend on the couch whilst you and the rest of the Avengers watch Short Circuit.

--- end of flashback ---

Natasha has always loved your honestly and dislike towards disloyalty within relationships but sometimes, she felt as though you sometimes overreacted when someone flirts with you.

She hates how you beat yourself up when you feel guilty about something you couldn’t have done anything about in a situation you were thrown into unwillingly.

As she walked along the hallways of the compound, she noted Steve, Bucky, Sam and Clint further up in the direction she was headed towards talking. Once Natasha got closer to the quartet of men, she asked of your whereabouts.

“Last I heard, she was down in the lab, sitting quietly with Bruce and Tony.” Clint had answered his friend. The other three men nodded in agreement.

Natasha smiled in thanks before making her way towards the main lab that usually occupies Tony, Bruce and yourself.

finally reaching the lab, she was about to open the door when she heard the voices of the three of you talking clearly.

“I still feel bad, man. Whether something was on accident or not shouldn’t be an excuse for that.” You said in a solemn, guilt-ridden tone. “What makes you think she’ll say yes to marrying me if I’m constantly looking at other people!”

Natasha’s breath hitches at the mention of marriage. You wanted to marry her. A huge grin made its way on to her face, cheeks nearly splitting at how far her lips had upturned. The rest of your conversation was all but muted to her as she thought of being your wife.

Before the three could continue with their conversation, Natasha had opened the door and alerted you and the science bros of her entrance. She smiled widely towards you whilst you looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming truck. She paced quickly towards you then surged forward to connect her lips to yours.

Your eyes had widen in shock before quickly closing as you melted into the kiss, responding to the affection with just as much emotion. You held on to her hips with a feather-like touch, as if afraid she’ll break whilst her arms snake their way around your neck, pulling you deeper into her kiss.

Before either of your lungs could collapse in on their selves from lack of oxygen, you broke apart. She grinned up at you as you looked down at her with a dazed expression embedded into your features. You hadn’t even noticed the pair of scientists leave their lab to give you two some much needed alone time.

“So, you wanna marry me, huh?” Natasha whispered in a playful tone. The blissful and content expression was quickly wiped off of your face as she said that and was quickly replaced with a deep red blush and a look of embarrassment at the fact that you had been caught red handed.

“I-uh-I,yeah, I uh-I’ve been meaning to ask you for a month now but I guessed it was never the right time.” You chuckled and smiled sheepishly down at your girlfriend.

“Or is it because whenever you plan to ask, you “mess up” and have to apologize.” Natasha had added air quotes around mess up as she truly believed that you have never done so once. Obviously, you’d beg to differ.

You looked down guiltily, scared to look the red head in the eye. “I’m sorry. I know I messed up again. She asked for my help and then I just kinda saw them. I’m so sorry. I get if you want to bre-”

You were cut off by Natasha gently pressing her soft lips to yours, them moulding together perfectly. She pulled away just as quickly as she had initiated the kiss and leaned her forehead on yours. “Ask me.” She whispers, eyes searching your own for something neither of you knew truly what for.

“What?”

“Ask me. That is, if you still wan to marry me.”

Realisation quickly crossed your features. It was almost comical how your eyes had widened and your mouth drop open into an ‘O’ as you frantically search your pockets for the velvety box.

Soon enough, you found the cuboid container and grasped it into your hand as you retracted it from your pocket in a tight grip. You dropped down on to one knee and cleared your throat at least 20 times before you attempted to speak.

“Natasha,” The clearing of your throat had apparently not mattered as your voice had still broken into a higher pitch when you spoke her name. Quickly clearing your throat of the dry lump, you attempted your proposal once again. “Natasha, will you marry me? I did have a whole speech about two papers long but I forgot it, sorry.” Your sheepish smile barely concealed your nervousness as you waited for an answer.

“Yes, Y/N, yes I will marry you.” Natasha spoke as she nodded vigorously. You were stunned for a moment before speedily recomposing yourself and pulled the ring from the box to place upon your now fiancé’s finger.

After you slipped the simple yet elegantly beautiful ring upon her slender, pale finger, she tugged you up with a huge burst of strength before once again plummeting her lips on to yours, kissing you feverishly, conveying both of your love for each other.

The kiss was soon broke and both your eyes had opened to reveal each others beaming smiles towards their loved one. “I think we should tell the others.” Natasha suggested.

“We already know. congratulations. Now, don’t fuck in my lab.” Tony spoke, soon followed by a scalding from Bruce and congratulations from the rest of the Avengers.

“Maybe we should do Banner and Stark a favour and keep their lab sanitary.” You chucked as you spoke. “There are a million places more comfortable that a lab for those kind of activities.”

“Well then, lead the way.” Natasha spoke with a hint of playfulness.

You smirked and grabbed the back of her thighs, signifying her to jump, which she did so gracefully, wrapping her legs around your torso and your hands move to hold her up by her ass. “Yes ma’am.”

And with that, you left with your fiancé to consummate your engagement with the love of your life, leaving behind the guilt of a non-existent issue.

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Yo I am in love with every female marvel character I swear

My first Natasha fic which I really enjoyed writing

I hope you enjoy

And as always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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meltwonu · 4 years

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s n a k e | e y e s [chapter 10] FINAL

pairing; snakehybrid!woozi x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; some angst, loads of fluff, oral(female receiving), return of jihoon’s impregnation kink!!, multiple orgasms, squirting 🥴💕 y’all... the final chapter. Thank you so much for everyone who gave interest in our cute ‘lil snake hybrid jihoonie~ and to those who patiently waited for each chapter 🥺🥺🥺 I hope to keep writing for him in the future as well cause I love him so much~~💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

Jihoon working in the studio with Soonyoung and the others confirms your worst fear.

It takes them a couple of days to figure out everyone’s skillset and in the time they’re in the studio, you hardly see Jihoon at home. He leaves before you wake up and comes home right after dinner. It reminds you of when you and Soonyoung were together; or really the lack thereof.

You take the time to go into the office on most of those days instead, having lunch with Minghao who’s equally not seen his own hybrid at home.

“It’s kind of weird, I guess? I’m used to him being home but I’m glad he’s got a group of friends to keep him busy. He seems really happy when he gets home.” “Mm…” Minghao’s words go in one ear and out the other as you pick at your uneaten lunch.

“Something tells me you don’t feel the same?” This time you look at him, seeing the worried expression on his face.

“It’s not that at all! I’m really happy for Jihoon and them. He’s really excited about it all too… It’s just…” A lump forms in your throat and you do your best to keep it down. “It’s just… it’s starting to remind me a lot of what happened with Soonyoung, is all. And I guess I’m just scared.”

Minghao hums, sliding his chair closer to you before he pats your shoulder comfortingly. “Figured as much. That’s why you two broke up, right? Because he was hardly ever around?” You nod, sighing.

“I know I’m probably overthinking but it’s just weird to not see Jihoon everyday, y’know? He leaves for the studio before I wake up and gets home just in time for bed. And coming to the office helps me keep busy but I don’t know… Guess it’s just something to get used to.” You chuckle softly, sending Minghao a reassuring smile.

“I’ll be okay.”

When you get home from the office that day, you notice Jihoon’s shoes are already by the door and the lights are on.

“Jihoon?”

“In the kitchen!”

You make your way towards the kitchen, noticing there’s food on the dining table when you walk in. “Jihoon, did you cook?” The male scratches the back of his head, ears red when he meets your inquisitive eyes.

“I wish, but no, I’d probably still set the kitchen on fire if I tried. But we finished up at the studio earlier and Soonyoung sent me home with some food. Come eat with me while it’s still hot!” He sets the plates down, pulling out your chair for you before he sits across the table.

“How was work at the office?”

“S’okay, having lunch with Minghao everyday is kinda funny. We have the same stories to tell since you and Chan are barely around.” You chuckle, taking a bite of your food before questioning Jihoon about his day.

“We actually finished recording a track! The hyungs said that they might even let me have a studio space ‘cause they said we had a lot of promise and we sent the track to the cafe so they could hear it. I think we’ll hear back in a couple days if we got a performance!” Jihoon’s eyes glitter with hope, happiness evident in his voice. “That’s great Jihoon! I hope you guys get it!” You smile at him, unsure if it reaches your eyes.

“You okay? You seem kinda sad again though. It’s the same kinda sad that time we were in the shower together…” His comment catches you off guard momentarily; eyes flitting to the food in front of you in order to avoid his worried stare. “I... “ All of your thoughts and worries finally come to a head in an instant.

“You can be honest with me, y’know? I won’t be upset.” Jihoon gets up from his seat, pulling the chair out next to you before he sits in it. He grabs your hand, lacing his fingertips with yours reassuringly.

“I just… I--I’m scared.”

“Scared? Why?” Jihoon uses his free hand to push your hair back, tucking it behind your ear. Tears blur your vision, a stray droplet falling into your lap as you use your free hand to rub at your eyes.

“I--I don’t want us to turn out like how Soonyoung and I did. And I guess I just got scared because--because you weren’t home and that’s where my problems started with Soonyoung. And… and I just felt like I never really had a place in his world once he started really getting into his work…” You clench your jaw, tears freely spilling when you meet Jihoon’s loving gaze. “I’m scared of being forgotten or something, I dunno. I’m not making sense. Sorry, I’m just… thinking too much, I guess.”

“You are.” Jihoon sighs, running a free hand through his hair before he reaches over and wipes at your eyes with the back of his finger. “I don’t want you to think of me like Soonyoung because we’re two different people with two completely different lives. I don’t know what you’re thinking I’m going to do but I’d never leave or forget you.” He caresses your cheek, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“And you gave me a home in your world, so the least I can do is give you one in mine too.”

It doesn’t shock you at all that they get a call-back to perform at ‘An Ode’. Jihoon frantically tells you over breakfast one morning; jumping excitedly in the bed as he struggles to call the others to let them know.

You, Seungcheol and Minghao meet up in front of the cafe on the night they’re set to perform; nervous and jittery for the hybrids.

“I’m excited but so nervous for them! And to think they kept their song a complete secret until now…” Seungcheol ponders, opening the door for you and Minghao. “Huh, I didn’t even think about that but you’re right.” Minghao adds, guiding you to a table closer to the back.

“I’m surprised we’re not gonna sit in the front?” Seungcheol asks. You and Minghao share a look, giggling before you each take a seat. “Chan and Jihoon said they were shy and they were afraid of messing up if we sat in the front so we agreed we would try to blend in with the crowd. I don’t want Jihoon to take it out on me later.”

“Damn, Mingyu asked me to do the opposite so I could film him.” The three of you laugh as Seungcheol settles into his own seat, checking to make sure he can still catch the stage from where he sits.

“Seokmin was saying he was nervous but I think he’s probably on the same level as Jihoon and Chan with being shy. I think it’s just Mingyu that isn’t freakin’ out right now.”

“That’s a good thing though. It’s probably helping them not run out of the cafe right now, ‘Cheol.” You reply, looking over the drinks. There were a few other performers that were going on before Jihoon and the others. “By the way, did they ever decide on a group name for themselves?” You ask.

“Mmm, I think Chan said something about how they couldn’t decide on one so they just… didn’t.” Seungcheol snorts, shaking his head as he laughs. “Sounds about right. They probably thought everything was too cheesy and just decided to go with none.” The three of you order coffee in the meantime, chatting until it’s time for them to perform.

Thirty minutes pass easily before you see Mingyu hopping onto the stage, adjusting a few of the mics before he gestures to the other three to get on stage. His tail wags excitedly as the others join him and he takes his place next to Jihoon who situates himself in the middle with Seokmin.

“Um..” Jihoon’s cheeks are beet red up to his ears, licking his lips as he tries to will the nerves away. “We--um, we don’t really have a group name or a-anything yet. But we’ll be performing a ballad for you, um, tonight. We took a while to prepare this song and we even produced it ourselves! It holds a lot of meaning for us.” He pauses to clear his voice, his eyes locking onto yours immediately through the crowd.

“I… wrote this song with someone in mind. And for all of you who have that special someone, this is for you. It’s called ‘Smile Flower’, please enjoy!” He licks his lips shyly just as Seokmin nudges him jokingly; the lights dimming just as the music starts.

A shiver runs down your spine as you listen, tears springing to your eyes when you focus on the lyrics. Minghao nudges you slightly, sly smile on his face when he sees your blush even in the dim lights.

“He really cherishes you.”

“Mm…”

When the song finishes, you wipe a stray tear, clapping quietly with the crowd as the shy hybrids shuffle off of the stage. Mingyu yells an excited ‘Thank You!’ before he pushes the other three towards the back room.

“Uh oh, I don’t think I was recording anything the entire time.”

Seungcheol takes you all to dinner afterwards; the hybrids excitedly chatting and wondering about when they’d be able to write and produce more songs. Mingyu had been sad for a second that it hadn’t been recorded but Seungcheol promised to let him have whatever food he wanted so it was quickly forgotten.

When you and Jihoon get home that night, the air feels different. He tangles his pinky with yours, guiding you towards the bedroom without a word.

“Ji--”

His lips are on yours not a second later, hand tangling into your hair to keep you close as you wrap your arms around his neck. He licks the seam of your lips, slowly guiding you to the bed as his tongue slides into your mouth. The back of your knees hit the bed; a small squeak escaping you when his lips disconnect from yours.

“I wanna show you how much you mean to me.” He mumbles, shedding off his clothes before he helps you out of yours. “Lay by the headboard for me, baby.” You nod, adjusting yourself until your head rests on the pillows. Jihoon pries your legs apart, settling himself in between them as his hands roam your skin.

“You’re so pretty… and beautiful… and kind…” He whispers, leaning down until his lips are against your sternum. “And you’re all mine, right?” A smile carves itself onto his lips just as he kisses your skin gently.

“Y-yes… I’m all yours, Jihoon.”

He kisses his way across your torso, tongue flicking out as he licks at one of your nipples. You whimper, back arching into his touch as the nub hardens under his ministrations. “Ah, Ji…”

“You sound so pretty too, baby…” You blush at his compliment; already feeling the wetness beginning to pool between your thighs.

Jihoon moves to your other nipple, lapping at it until it hardens as well. He leaves love bites in the mix, marking up your torso and the column of your neck before he slowly inches lower and lower. “You mean so much to me…” His words are muffled against your skin and you watch as he lowers himself until all you can see is his blonde head of hair between your legs.

“...I’d give you anything you ask for.” He smiles up at you before he delves in, using his fingers to spread your folds. “I’d eat you out for hours if you want me to.” His tongue flicks out, lapping at your entrance as he groans. “Fuck, you always taste so good.” He moans against you as his tongue travels from your clit to your entrance, spreading your wetness. The vibrations send a tingle up your spine as your hands lock into his hair.

“Ngh, Ji… Your f-fingers too.. Please…” He obliges, bringing his index and middle finger up to his mouth to properly wet them before he brings them to your pussy. Slowly easing in a digit, he sucks your clit into his mouth, a sharp cry escaping you as your thighs clamp around his head. He slowly fucks his finger into you as he licks at your clit; adding another finger when he can hear how wet you were getting.

He crooks his fingers inside of you, tapping your g-spot repeatedly as you cry out. “Ji! I--mmh!” When he adds a third finger is when you start to feel your first orgasm already building; walls tightening around his delicate fingers. He continues to lap at your clit, drawing circles on it with his tongue as you grind down onto him to get more.

“I want you to cum for me.” Jihoon mumbles, fingers doubling in speed as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. You whine, feeling the tension snap as you cum on his command, walls spasming around his fingers. He works you through it, slowing down his pace until you’re mewling and trying to push his head away from your sensitive pussy.

Jihoon giggles cutely, hair messy when he positions himself between your legs again. “Still with me?” His lips are covered in your wetness when you pull him down, kissing him square on the lips as you taste yourself.

“Mmhmm…” You moan against his lips, feeling the shaft of his hard cock against your sensitive folds. He grinds against you, letting you feel him before he pulls away. He wraps a hand around his cock, tapping the head of it against your swollen clit as you flinch.

“Jihoon, please.. Wanna feel you…”

He positions himself at your entrance, moaning as he slowly sinks his cock into you. He goes slow, letting you feel every inch of him until the head of his cock taps your cervix. You wince, clenching at how full Jihoon always made you feel. “God, please, please move!”

Jihoon draws his hips back before he slams into you hard; your breath hitching when you feel the drag of his cock between your walls. Your hands tangle into the sheets under you, already on the verge of another orgasm. “Fuh--fuck, you feel so good, Ji!” You cry, lashes wet with tears.

“Mmm, you feel so good around me, baby. So fuckin’ wet and warm.” He smiles at you, squeezing your waist. He keeps at a moderate pace; pulling all the way out before he thrusts back in.

“Feels like you wanna cum again, don’t you? You’re getting so tight.” You nod frantically, hands grasping at his forearms when you feel your thighs shaking. “I--’m cumming!!” Your eyes snap shut, mind going blank and breath pausing when you cum hard in Jihoon’s hold. He halts his thrusts, cock snug between your walls as he groans. “God, you feel so good.” He whispers; hands massaging your skin as you start to come down from your second high.

“Still okay, baby?” You sniffle, thighs still shaking when he resumes his pace from before. “Mmhmm…”

You feel sated and warm when he starts thrusting into you faster, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple as he chases his high.

“A-ah, Ji… want you to cum inside me… let me have it~” You murmur, clenching around his cock as you urge him to cum. He gives you a breathless laugh, pushing his hair out of his face before his eyes lock onto yours.

“You really love it when I cum inside of you, don’t you? You wanna get nice and full of my cum so you’ll get pregnant, hmm? I’ll have to cum inside of you every time we fuck so it’ll stick.” He grins at you, eyes filled with mirth.

“But our kids would be cute, huh?”

Your heart pangs at his question; body flaring up immediately at the thought of having kids with Jihoon. He giggles at your shy expression, grinding into you as he felt his orgasm start to crest. “Ngh, sh--shit, I’m gonna cum! Think you can cum one more time for me, baby?” You bite your lip, nodding.

“Want you to cum with me this time, okay?” You nod again, moaning loudly when the pad of his thumb meets your swollen clit. He circles the nub harshly as your thighs shake and clamp around him hard, garbled noises spilling from your lips when he throws you over the edge and into your third orgasm.

The ringing in your ears is overwhelming and you can feel your body arch off the bed, pin picks all over your skin as the pleasure washes over you. Jihoon’s cock is forced out of you when you unintentionally squirt all over him. He smirks as he taps the head of his cock against your sensitive clit, working you through your orgasm before he sinks his cock back into your sensitive pussy.

He wastes no time, fucking into you hard and fast as your walls flutter around him; still in the thrums of your orgasm when he grinds into you, filling you up with his cum.

You mewl at the sensation, already feeling his cum dripping down the sides of his cock that’s still deep inside of you. Jihoon hovers over you, breath uneven as he stares down at your tired eyes.

“I… think I love you.”

You clench around his cock on instinct, a sharp groan escaping his lips. “I--you--wuh--what?”

Jihoon smiles shyly, slowly pulling his cock out of you as the cum drips down onto the sheets. “Sorry, was my timing wrong?” You stare up at the ceiling for a second, the ringing in your ears getting even louder as you feel his cum sliding out of you.

“I--no--I mean, your cum is literally… dripping out of me, but… when… you--I?” Your words are jumbled as you sit up, moaning tiredly as you sit in a pool of Jihoon’s cum and your own wetness.

“I… sorry, I didn’t say it at a more romantic time. But I just wanted you to know… I said ‘I think’ because there’s still a lot we still need to learn about each other, right? And there’s still a lot of questions about how we’re going to move forward from here.” He pauses, a flush painting onto his cheeks as he stares at all the love bites he’d left on your skin. “But I know how I feel and I know what I feel is love. And I want to keep exploring more of that feeling… with you.”

Jihoon’s eyes travel to your face, a shy blush on your cheeks as well. “I… think I love you too, Jihoon.” You whisper.

In a split second, he tackles you back down onto the bed, shy laughter filling up the space almost immediately. His eyes twinkle when he settles down next to you, pushing your messy hair out of your face.

“I want you to know that I’ll do anything to make you comfortable with whatever happens in our future together. You gave me a safe place and the freedom to be who I really am and I want you to feel the same. I don’t want you to be scared and insecure because I’ll take care of you just like you do for me. I don’t think I ever loved anyone until I met you. And I’m scared too, but I’m willing to learn with you.”

The tears spring to your eyes faster than you can think, lip quivering when he kisses your forehead. “Can’t believe you’re being a sap and making me cry after you made me cum three times and squirt.” Jihoon lets out a boisterous laugh, tossing his head back at your words.

“Baby, I cannot tell you how many love songs I’ve written about you. I’m always going to be a romantic sap underneath my harsh exterior.” He jokingly glares at you, wiping the tears that wet your lashes.

“But seriously, whatever comes our way, we’ll work through it together, okay? I don’t want either of us to make individual decisions because we’re a real couple now. And… And once I finally get work and start getting paid, I’m gonna spoil you so bad, you won’t even know what to do!” He promises, relaxing onto his stomach next to your tired form.

“Okay, but can you spoil me now and get me cleaned up and change the sheets because we’re laying in… well, a lot. And then I wanna hear all about these love songs you wrote about me, if you’re okay with sharing...” You giggle, watching as he pouts at you.

“I’ll do you even better and get you cleaned up, change the sheets, serenade you to sleep and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”

“Jihoon… are you… capable of doing that or…”

“How hard is it to make bacon and eggs in the morning? A cup of coffee? Easy. Toast? Just a button.” He boasts, easing off the bed before he helps you up.

Jihoon carries you to the bathroom, letting you sit on the countertop as he runs the water. “How about we compromise and I’ll sit in the kitchen and supervise while you try to make breakfast.” He grins at you, slotting himself between your legs before he kisses you softly.

“Deal.”

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harryhandstan · 4 years

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the gbb extra that no one asked for. maybe one day i’ll move on from this concept, but until then..enjoy! somehow was able to stretch this to 1k and as always i’ve probably included too many personal details 🤦🏼‍♀️ thank y’all for loving this dream world enough to motivate me to keep writing for it!!

gotta get better / extra #1 / moodboard

“What’s this one from?”

“Umm..cut it on one of those old bathtub drains when I was younger. You know the ones with the screw right in the middle? Thought I was gonna bleed out in my aunt and uncle’s bathroom. Scared me so bad.”

He hums, running a finger along the faint pink scar on the bottom side of your left ankle before moving up your body, crossing over to find the one on your right knee. You offer the explanation before he has a chance to ask.

“Fell on the concrete sidewalk outside of my school, that one took a nice little chunk of flesh and a good while to heal.”

“How old were you?”

“8? Maybe younger.”

This was one of your most treasured parts of being intimate with him. Though the act itself was blissful, this was divine. His hand trailing over your skin to study every dip and curve. Everything you considered an imperfection, he worshiped you for. No matter how many times he’d touched these scars or heard these stories, he still took the time to worship your body in the sweetest way. To learn these little details that anyone else had overlooked in the past.

He pulls the sheet back, exposing more of your skin, and you’re not sure if it’s the way the cool air surrounds you or the way his eyes fall over you that makes you shiver. His head is eye level with your right hip now and you stretch your left hand down to cup his chin, craving the warmth of his skin against yours.

His fingers work around your wrist to turn the front of your hand towards his face. He examines the small scar on your pointer finger and before you even have a chance to answer what you know he’ll ask, he’s speaking.

“Let me see if I can remember this one..hot glue gun accident. Your little brother was in 3rd grade and you volunteered to help his teacher with some projects to hang in the hall outside her classroom. Right?”

“Close. It was 4th grade. It was her first year teaching there and she was terrified. I think she thought I was gonna sue the school or something.”

“Right. Always forget the grade.”

“I’m surprised. With the amount of times you’ve heard the story.”

He turns your hand back over, pulls your palm towards his face and places a kiss right in the middle of it, “I love you. Never get tired of your stories.”

You wish his head was closer so you could kiss the top of it. To thank him for loving you enough to not only care about your past, but to listen to the stories with the same amount of rapt attention now as he had the first time he’d heard them.

As if he read your mind, he scoots up the bed, turning to lay on his stomach next to you. His fingers dance along the side of your stomach, over the two scars there he had dubbed your “snake bite”. They were small and round, faint enough he almost had to search for them among the expanse of your fair skin.

“I was there for these ones.”

“Yeah, you were,” You thread fingers through his hair, nails ghosting lightly over his scalp, “Can you believe it’s been 2 years since the surgery already?”

“No, I really can’t.”

“I was so..whiny that week. Still can’t believe you put up with me.”

“You were a lil grumpy,” He sighs dramatically before looking up at you, “Not g’nna lie, it was really hard to deal with.”

Your hand stills in his hair before tugging firmly at the ends of his curls, “You are so mean to me, Harry. It’s not nice to tease.”

“Didn’t mean it. Truthfully, it was a great week. I hate that it started so stressful f’you but s’always nice to have a full week of cuddlin’ m’girl.”

“Now you’re just being too nice.”

“M’not. No such thing when it comes to you. Shall I continue to prove how genuine I am?”

There’s only one scar left and he knows it. Knew your body like the back of his hand by now. He also knows it’s the one you loathe the most. The one that despite the number of times he’d seen it, you always try to cover quickly, more to hide it from your own view than his. It’s another one from your surgery, an ugly reminder of the anxiety of the beginning of that week 2 years ago.

Your hand instinctively grips the part of the sheet currently hiding it from view.

“Lovie, we don’t have to,” His hand rests on top of yours and you loosen your grip on the sheet to tangle your fingers with his, “We can skip that one tonight. S’your body. You choose how much of it you show me, always.”

“No, don’t wanna skip it. It’s the only time I don’t hate it so much. The only time I’m not ashamed of it is when you pay attention to it.”

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of it. S’part of you, of who you are. Y’should know by now how proud I am when I see it, want you to someday have the same appreciation for it. Until then, I’ll be here to give you all the attention you need.”

So with the sheet now gone, his hand trails upwards to run his finger along the top of it, causing another shiver to run down your spine. He lifts himself from his spot and drifts closer to you, a look of affection burning bright in his eyes. You watch as his head lowers, dips down to the bright pink blemish, small enough that when his mouth presses against it, his lips cover it easily.

Your hand falls to the back of his head, holding him there for a moment. He kisses it again before dropping his head to rest on your shoulder.

“Thank you, H. I’ll never get used to you loving me so much.”

“Y’welcome, baby. I’ll never get tired of remindin’ you.” He turns to kiss your neck, an arm thrown across your chest to pull you closer.

“Alright,” You push his arm away from where it’s settled against your body, pushing yourself up to rest on your knees next to him, “Your turn.”

#harry x reader #my writing #it's almost 4am for me is anybody here #i like the ending but i don't like it #what's new #alright really this will probably be the last part of this #goodnight y'all

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hobgayblin · 3 years

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Bath Time for Bog Boy

Ship: Bog Bull (Yami/Wraith)

Words: 1,423

Summary: oh the tender homoeroticism of washing your boyfriend in the bath. It’s not spicy I promise its just bath cuddles.

Every goddamn time I’m like “oh I’ll just write a short lil fic! :)” it ends up taking me all day and being 1000+ words. and I never learn.

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The wet heat of the room clung to Wraith’s body as sat on the edge of the giant bath, his eyes fixed on the steam coming off the water. He wasn't accustomed to hot water for anything other than cooking, in fact he'd been avoiding it since he came to the bull's base. The nearby lake was a perfectly fine bathing spot, but clearly the captain didn’t agree on that matter; Yami practically dragged the outdoorsy little man into the bathroom to take a “proper” bath for once. Wraith was still skeptical of how much cleaner this bath could possibly be. Sure the lake had plants and animals in it, but could that really be much worse than a communal bath? A communal bath for the Black Bulls? As much as he loved them, that alone made him not want to get into the bath.

“If you’re just gonna keep sittin’ there like a scared cat I’m gonna pick you up and throw you in.”

The deep, annoyed voice made Wraith’s attention snap away from the water, and focus on the man it came from. Yami sat next to one of the water spouts on the opposite wall, his arms stretched out across the back ledge as he stared over at the hesitant man. Wraith’s eyes met the captain’s for a second before nervously shooting back down to stare at the water. Luckily the heat was already making his face red, so a bit of blush wasn’t very noticeable as it spread across his cheeks. He didn’t want to test Yami’s limited patience, so he finally made a move and dipped his foot into the water. His leg tensed at the dramatic temperature increase, but only for a moment. A nervous humming noise came from Wraith as he slowly brought his other leg into the water and then lowered himself down into the bath.

It was… nicer than expected. Wraith expected to feel like an ingredient in a soup, but his body quickly got used to the heat and relaxed, a bit too much perhaps. Within a few minutes he started to feel a bit drowsy from the comfort of the heat. A loud splashing sound slapped the sleepiness away and brought him back to attention. Before he fully became aware of what was happening, Yami sat down beside him, and a hand snaked around his waist to pull him closer. Wraith squeaked in surprise but allowed himself to be moved without much resistance. Not that he could do much to stop the incredibly muscular man anyway. Yami positioned the smaller man in front of him so his back was pressed against his wide chest. Once he was settled, Wraith tilted his head back to try and look up at the captain, again very glad that the heat was covering for his blush. His eyes shifted again as one of Yami’s arms reached out and he grabbed a bar of soap from the side of the bath. After lathering his hands up, Yami began to trail them over Wraith’s torso with a tenderness that was surprising for the usually rough and rude man. Wraith shivered a bit as the large, calloused hands ran along his body, leaving trails of suds all over him.

“I-I can wash myself, it’s okay,” Wraith assured, though he was enjoying the feeling of Yami’s hands on him. He was embarrassed, not only from the handsome man touching him, but also because he didn’t want Yami to think he needed help taking care of himself.

“I’m sure you can.” As Yami spoke he continued to dutifully cover every bit of skin that was exposed with soap. “Seemed like you were fallin’ asleep over here though, so I thought I’d come help you out.”

“I’m sorry I… I can stay awake. Don’t worry about--”

“Quit your yappin’ already.” Yami interrupted before Wraith could continue to protest. “Just relax, alright? I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t want to, so don’t worry about that.”

“I…” Wraith stopped himself from continuing and let out a light sigh. “Th… Thank you…”

With that, Wraith relaxed himself and melted back into the large man’s chest. He could feel Yami hum as he continued to gently work his hands across his body. Once again he could feel himself being lulled into drowsiness from the warmth of the water, as well as the warmth of his captain. Wraith became putty in the man’s rough hands as Yami adjusted him and moved him around to wash him thoroughly. The only time he stirred is when his leg was lifted out of the water and the comparatively colder air hit his skin. His eyes fluttered back open and he watched Yami’s hands glide across his leg before dropping it back in the water and splashing both of them. A faint giggle came from Wraith and his eyes closed again as Yami repeated the process with his other leg. His eyes didn’t stay shut for very long after that. Yami started splashing water up all over his body, and while he was still relatively gentle about it, he didn’t really stop the water from splashing Wraith in the face. The small man sat up straighter and tilted his head back over Yami’s shoulder to try and avoid more water getting in his face.

Once the splashing had stopped he relaxed again and sunk back into Yami’s arms. A gentle hum came from Wraith as he nuzzled the side of his face into the man’s large chest. Now done with his self-imposed task, Yami’s thick arms wrapped around Wraith’s waist and he relaxed into the water a bit more. The small man was hanging dangerously on the precipice of sleep, but he wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as he could. He didn’t have to worry about sleep for long though; a gentle kiss being pressed to his temple woke him right up. The surprise made him sit up and look up at Yami, who looked just as surprised at his reaction. Yami’s face, however, quickly shifted into a smirk as he saw Wraith’s sweet, wide eyes staring up at him, slightly bewildered.

“What? Is a little kiss going too far?”

“N-no I just… wasn’t expecting it…” Wraith turned his face back around to stare at the opposite wall, not wanting to make eye contact for much longer, lest he succumb to the homosexual vapours. “You gotta warn someone before you kiss, it’s rude to--”

“Alright fine, here’s your warning then.”

Wraith squeaked as one of Yami’s hands came up, squeezed his chin, and turned his head back around to face him. Before Wraith could react, Yami’s lips were roughly pressed against his, though only for a few seconds. That was all it took to take all the air right out of Wraith’s lungs. Wraith stammered something unintelligible and hid his face in his hands to avoid having to look at the grinning man. While he was still muttering another, more firm kiss was placed at his temple.

“You’ll sit here in my lap, completely naked, and let me lather your whole body up, but a kiss is what kicks your ass?” Yami teased, wrapping his arms around the man who was now trying desperately to turn into a ball.

“Sh-Shut up I…” Wraith couldn’t figure out any words to say from there, and instead just let out a high pitched whining noise.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry.” A small chuckle came from Yami, and he brought a hand up to gently rub one of Wraith’s knees. “Now, do you wanna unfurl yourself and let me hold you a little longer, or do you wanna get out?”

“Do I… I wanna…” Wraith’s voice trailed off and he paused for a moment before uncurling from his fetal position.

Yami took that to mean Wraith wanted the former and once again wrapped his arms around his waist, dragging him back closer to himself. Wraith relaxed into his grip again and laid his head back against his chest. His eyes closed and he let out a pleased hum as the overwhelming amount of warmth and comfort washed over him again. He felt a hand brush back across his forehead and through his hair, and then another kiss was placed on his forehead. A smile spread across his face this time, and he turned his head to lay a gentle kiss on Yami’s bicep. Wraith’s face stayed there and nuzzled Yami’s large muscular arm as he enjoyed the moment with his captain.

#oc x canon #mlm self ship #yami sukehiro #mlmay2021 #self ship #sorry felix im stealing ur sexy fic formatting style gsdgfhksdk #writing #bog bull #wraith ridel #🚬#not shown: like 5 minutes later magna and asta do a cannonball into the bath #do I write yami too gentle? maybe. so sue me.

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lovingumi · 4 years

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always. || o.tōru

⤷ made it on a whim while talking to my best friend that needed some comfort. it isn’t that good since it’s my first post, but it’s still readable. hope that you’ll enjoy it!

synopsis: you and oikawa have a lil gaming evening which ends up with you winning by a landslide.

pairing: oikawa tōru x fem!reader

warnings: just some suggestive talk

+ another love ‘n hate relationship with something i’ve written </3

"you're such a loser," you snickered, glancing at him before your eyes were back on the screen to see where the ball was and with who it was.

his tongue was stuck out in concentration and his eyes were slightly squinted as his long fingers pushed the buttons on the controller. "oh shut up, will you? soccer is just a stupid sport," he hissed, watching you make another goal. you cheered, laughing at his dejected face.

he fell back on the couch and groaned, letting the controller fall beside him. you laughed and popped a strawberry in your mouth. "just accept the fact that you suck, babe." the smile you wore was the only good thing that had come out of this game evening with you in his opinion, but even that got slightly on his nerves.

his head snapped towards you as the corner of his lips tilted up. "who was sucking who this morning again?" the glint in his big brown eyes was brighter than ever and his perfect face structure just made you want to punch him to make him less perfect so girls wouldn't look at him anymore.

it was tempting.

you shook your head mentally and discarded that idea. you had been hanging out way too much with iwaizumi, he was making you enjoy it when oikawa was in pain.

"hey, you okay?" his hand was on your cheek as he stared at you with concern in his eyes. he truly was too precious; you were thinking about messing up his face and he's staring at you with concern.

you slung a leg over his waist and straddled him, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips as a cheeky smile followed quick after. "i’m fine, are you?" he tilted his head to the side and looked at you with a confused expression, wondering why you were asking if he was okay.

you didn't know if you were just speaking another language to him or if he was just that dense.

“are you okay after losing six matches?" you saw the realization dawn down on him as your words went through his ears to his brain. "wanna play volleyball? lets see if you'll keep running that big mouth of yours then."

it was no secret that you sucked at volleyball, bad. you’ve practiced a lot with him, but it was just written in the stars that this was a sport that you would have to pass on.

your face was void of emotion as you stared at him with your darkened eyes. he pushed himself up with a chuckle and pressed a kiss against your nose. "you’re so cute when you try to be scary," he snickered, preparing himself for the aftermath for teasing you like this.

you clenched your jaw as you felt your cheeks heat up a bit because of the embarrassment. you mumbled something incoherent under your breath as you punched his chest weakly, avoiding his eyes.

he hummed and snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. his cheek rested on your shoulder and a smiled threatened to show on his lips. he closed his eyes as you softened up and let your fingers tangle in his wavy mess.

you felt him sink in to you more and more, letting go of all the tension that was build up in his body. "tooru, let's go to bed, it's already late," you whispered, lifting your head up and pressing a kiss against his cheek.

you stood up from his lap, immediately regretting it as you missed his warmth and scent that had become your home over the years.

you grabbed the remote and shut the tv off, looking at the slight mess the two of you had made. you pursed your lips and decided to clean it in the morning after breakfast since you were already planning to clean the house anyways.

you felt his big hand slide in to yours a second later, pulling you upstairs with him. the two of you did your night routine quickly; changing in to your pyjamas, brushing your teeth and washing your face.

you rubbed the cleanser in to your skin, glancing to your left as you saw oikawa pull weird faces in the mirror. you laughed, looking at the ridiculous expressions he was pulling. "idiot," you mumbled under your breath before washing the cleanser off. after drying your face you took your time to put on your favourite moisturizer while oikawa just slapped his face a few times before walking out the bathroom.

you followed him out of the bathroom a few minutes later, shutting the light and proceeding to go to the heavenly bed with your lover in it. before walking in to the room, you leaned against the doorframe unnoticed and crossed your arms over each other.

irresistible.

he was truly irresistible.

he had a slight frown decorating his stunning face as the light from his phone shined on his face. his mocha coloured eyes that you had learned to love so much could be seen even from this distance. the eyes that never wavered when he was on the court, setting the balls for his spikers so that they could get a point.

nothing is more satisfying than a spiker taking a point with your toss, that’s what he would say to you.

the same eyes that got cold could turn into sweet hot chocolate that would make you feel all giddy inside. those were the eyes you had fallen in love for first. you always drank them in slowly so you could enjoy getting lost in them a little longer.

he was laying on his back with the shirt he wore just moments ago tossed on the floor. one arm was under his head and the other held his phone that was above his head. his hand held the giant electronic like it was a tiny pebble you would throw over the ocean waters.

his small trip to argentina and brazil had left his skin a stunning glow, making you jealous as how the sun had kissed him beautifully all over his body.

his body was something you would never, ever get tired of. it was a fact that he wasn't the broadest man out there with the wide torso, but the small waist with his broad shoulder were way better for you anyways. his defined abs from working out passionately dipped perfectly in to cubes that you just wanted to run your tongue over so bad.

you pouted and walked over to him, crawling beside him and snuggling close to seek the warmth you had missed.

you put your head on his chest, your ear right above his heart that pumped every ounce of passion he had through his body. your arm reached around his waist lazily, touching his scorching skin with your icy fingers.

he put his phone on the nightstand and let out a sigh, pulling you closer to himself. his hand that held his phone was now going through your wild mess of hair that he loved so much.

"i’m so proud of you, baby," you said, a yawn following quickly after. you pressed quick, soft kisses all over his toned chest, forcing a high pitched laugh to escape past his lips.

you rolled on top and crossed your arms in front of you so you could rest your chin on them and stare at him.

“always and forever.”

you could never describe the smile that was etched on his face right now. the slight crinkle he would have in the corner of his eyes when he would smile showed up with the corners of his lips tilted up in a way that you could only describe it as getting the warmth from the sun, with the comfort of the moon and the sparkles of the stars.

”i love you," he would reply to you as he pulled the blanket over the two of you gently, covering you completely so you wouldn't get cold in any way any time soon.

you closed your eyes and hummed, twisting your head to the side so your cheek was comfortable on your arms. "i love you too."

but before you completely drifted off to sleep, you felt him press one last kiss against the top of your head. and that was enough for you to fall asleep with no worries of being alone, sad or scared.

#fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #hq x reader #hq imagines #haikyuu scenarios #oikawa fluff #oikawa scenarios #oikawa fic #oikawa tōru #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa imagine #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #oikawa oneshot

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ambersky0319 · 4 years

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Fluff idea: Remus gets sick, and catch Deceit, Roman, and Logan worrying over him. Intruloceit, plus some of that nice brotherly love bc remrom is not allowed. Also, when he sneezes tiny octopi appear in various outfits and places. One ends up in Patton's tea and scares the shiz outta him. - Rayne

This wound up being waaaaay longer than I had planned- I hope y’all enjoyed though! (also answering two prompts now cause imma go to bed and I can)

Pairings : Intruloceit, Creativitwins

Warnings : Just someone being sick and a glass being broken, nothing really that huge though

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The first sign something was off was when Logan woke up with only a bundle of snake curled around him. Normally both Remus and Deceit would barge in on Logan in the middle of the night to coax their workaholic boyfriend to bed. He thought he remembered them both being there. Logan just brushed it off, thinking maybe Remus had just woken up earlier than them.

He tightened his arms around Deceit, pressing soft kisses to the top of his head, fluffy and soft hair pressing into Logan's face. Deceit mumbled incoherently, shifting only slightly before relaxing again.

"Think it's time to get up, Dee," Logan whispered, pulling back only slightly so he could see Deceit's face. Deceit groaned, hiding his face in Logan's chest. "C'mon, I wanna make sure Remus isn't trying to make breakfast."

Deceit glanced up, his heterochromatic eyes looking as beautiful as ever to Logan. Logan smiled softly, bringing his hand to Deceit's hair and combing through it. Deceit made a soft sound of content before he pushed himself up and out of Logan's arms. Not without pressing a quick kiss to Logan's lips of course.

Logan followed, and Deceit escaped to his room after pressing one last kiss to Logan's cheek, going to get dressed. Logan changed into his usual polo and jeans, slipping on a tie that Remus had made him for Christmas before he deemed himself ready to get some breakfast.

When he walked into the main commons, however, he was surprised to find it quiet. Roman was at the table, drawing thoughtlessly in his sketchbook. Virgil was still sleeping on the couch, undoubtedly where he had fallen asleep during a Disney marathon with Roman. And Patton hadn't come down yet.

Arms wrapped around him from behind, a gentle kiss being pressed into his neck. Logan initially thought he'd found his missing boyfriend, but glancing over his shoulder he saw scales shimmering brilliantly in the morning light.

"I thought you said Remus was trying to make breakfast?" Deceit hummed, resting his chin on Logan's shoulder. Logan leaned into Deceit slightly, the warmth of his shorter love comforting.

"His room then?"

"I'll check if you start breakfast."

"Deal," Logan said as he turned to kiss Deceit. This kiss lasted longer and was far softer than their tired ones from only ten minutes ago. Deceit let him go again once they broke apart and turned to go back up the stairs. And so, Logan went into the kitchen, nodding at Roman when he waved and muttered a good morning. He started to pull out some bread and microwaveable pancakes.

Deceit, meanwhile, knocked on Remus's door. He was surprised when he received no response, and didn't hear any noise. He knew Remus wouldn't be in the Imagination today, as he'd only returned two days ago and Remus had claimed just yesterday he wanted to spend at least a week with Deceit and Logan.

He knocked again, louder this time in case Remus just hadn't heard.

Again, Deceit received no answer.

So he tried the doorknob and found Remus's room to be unlocked. He walked in without much hesitation, glancing around Remus's spotless room. It was easy to find Remus, with the lack of the mess that normally accumulated his room. He was bundled in numerous blankets, his stuffed animals lying not far from him, and his head burrowed in pillows. Deceit frowned, hearing loud sniffling.

"Hey darling," Deceit said softly as he sat down on the bed, a bit confused. "Is everything okay?" He assumed Remus might've been crying- Remus usually only bundled himself up like this when he was upset. But that was a rare occurrence after he started dating Logan and Deceit.

Remus groaned in response, turning to look at Deceit. His nose was all red and he looked far paler than usual. Deceit's eyes widened. "'m not feelin' great," Remus slurred, his voice scratchy and he winced. Deceit cooed softly, reaching to brush Remus's bangs from his face. He could feel Remus's skin burning, and his frown deepened.

"You shouldn't be wrapped like this, Octi, not when you seem to have a fever."

"But cold...."

"You have chills too?"

Remus nodded. Deceit sighed. "Okay. I'll go let Logan know, and get you some medicine." Remus made a noise that sounded happy as Deceit stood.

He left Remus's door open as he first went downstairs to retrieve Logan.

"Remus is sick?" Roman piped up worriedly after Deceit had explained the situation to Logan, ad the pair looked to the other half of creativity.

"Seems like a cold, or maybe a minor flu to me. But yeah," Deceit said. "Why..... why do you look so worried?"

Roman closed his notebook. "Because the last time either of us were sick we set like, half of the Imagination on fire."

"Good reason to worry- I'll go get that medicine if you want to finish making some toast for him and you just check on him?" Deceit said, and the other two were in action as quickly as Deceit spoke.

The day went by agonizingly slow as Deceit, Logan, and Roman fussed over Remus. Logan managed to get Remus to discard most of his blankets and got him to eat some ice pops as that was all Remus claimed he could stomach and something was better than nothing. And despite Logan's insistence that he shouldn't, Deceit gladly cuddled up to his sick boyfriend, offering quiet comfort in the form of soft kisses to the back of his neck. Loga really couldn't argue for long though, seeing how Remus looked more content. And Roman happily retrieved some books from his room that Remus might've liked for Logan to read to Remus, and he also fetched his brother some tea to soothe his sore throat.

It wasn't until Remus started to sneeze did they become even more worried.

They hadn't noticed it at first, but when he sneezed, little critters started to appear around the mind palace in various numbers. When they did finally realize, it was only after the sound of glass shattering and a yelp rang up to them from the living room. As Deceit was asleep behind Remus, holding him close, and Logan was currently getting another dose of medicine ready, Roman was the one to venture downstairs to see what the commotion was.

He was expecting Patton to have discovered a spider, or Virgil had finally woken up and maybe he had startled Patton.

What he didn't expect though, was to see the glass of what was once a mug mixed with some spilled tea spreading along the floor just outside the kitchen, and three little octopi in Patton's hands. Each one was a different, very vibrant color with dark markings all along their tiny bodies, and for some reason, they were in various outfits. Patton looked towards Roman, then he heard Virgil swear and they looked to the couch where Virgil was sat sitting up, with one tiny octopus of his own latched onto his arm.

"I'm going to assume this is Remus's doing?" Patton asked. "Though it seems a bit odd for something so adorable to be something he made."

Now it made sense to Roman, and he just sighed, dragging a hand through his hair.

"It is Remus, he's sick..."

"So he's deciding to spawn these gremlins all over the mind palace?" Virgil questioned, pointing to some of the shelves and even their TV, where more octopi peeked out at them.

"Not deciding, he has no control over this." Roman started to collect the little octopi, examining them briefly. "I think he'd be happy with them though." Once they were all bundled carefully in his arms, Roman looked back at the moral and anxious sides. "If more start appearing, I say just bring them to either mine or Remus's room. I'm sure he'll find a place for them in the Imagination when he's feeling better."

"Alright, let Remus know I hope he feels better soon!"

"I still don't get the octopi, but same I guess..."

Roman nodded at them before making his way upstairs.

And if the octopi made Remus's face light up, despite sneezing and another five appearing on Logan, the others didn't mention it, just committed the picture to memory before going back to fussing over Remus's health.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Amiright?

Summery- 2.1k. Colin x Y/N. A fun night out brings up some questions. So this was written for @official-and-unstable-satan gif challenge. If you wanna participate, head on over and join in, more then happy to nominate you if you desire. I did break the rules a bit with that opening gif, but it does appear before the final gif. Im not much of one to follow the rules, sorry peeps. I roll my own way.

You and Colin had a easy relationship. It was never really all that serious, you two never even made it “official”. The two just melded one day into this more then best friends with benefits, you were his unofficial girlfriend, a term you thought yourself to be. You unfortunately would freeze up at the idea of official girlfriend, i mean... thats to serious, isnt it?

He looked out for you, and you looked out for him. Long days at work, he would surprise you with your favorite take out spread on the coffee table, and then you would sit between his legs, his arms wrapped around you while you both played the newest video game. He would make it out like you totally kicked his ass, stealing kisses and nibbles when he wanted to distract you and usually before the night was done, the video controllers were forgotten for a quickie on the couch, often times the video games music was your new sexy time theme song.

Then other times, he would drag you out of the apartment. His grin boyish as he insisted you change from your work outfit, unbuttoning your blouse and running a hand over the lacy cups of your bra. “Fuck I love this number on you, when we come back, I should peel you right out of this with my teeth.” Your breath hitched, you would like that very much. Placing a kiss to your lips, he smirked “but not right now. I have something else in mind. Something sporty lil minx.”

“Where are we going?” You question, digging through your closet. “Im not sure of how to dress!”

“Anything babe! Comfy clothes!” He went into the closet you currently were a bit lost in, and reached over you to grab your sweat pants and a tshirt. You look at them with an arched brow and snort while taking them. “You high classing me up Stud?”

He winked as he pulled on his old beat up grey zip up. “You know it sexy, aint no one got nothing on you.”

Laughing, the two of you stumble out the door and his arm wrapped around you your waist, holding you in against his side, you followed him along, chatting a bit about your day since he wasnt spilling what the two of you were doing.

But soon enough you two came up to the local gymnasium and he dug out a key from his pocket, unlocking the doors and slipping in. As the two of you walked in, a few lights sprung on and you wiggled out of his hold and sprang forward to do a cartwheel, landing half hazardly back on your feet. “Ta-Da!” giggling as you reach up to pull your hair back into a ponytail, snapping the band you kept around your wrist around. Colin grabbed a nearby basketball and lazily dribbled it as he sauntered towards you across the court. “How did you get the key to this place?”

“I know a guy who knows a guy, who needed a gig played this weekend. Figured we needed a night out baby, and what better then playing Horse?” Another dribble and you put your hands to your hips watching him, you were always down for the thrill of the challenge. Competitive little minx that you are. And he was right, you two had been holed up in the apartment for a tad to long.

“Well lets make it interesting Colin.” you state, holding your hands out for the ball. “Every missed shot, we get to pick something to loose.” He cocked a brow and raked his eyes over you. “Game on babygirl.“ He tossed you the ball ,and smirked, watching as you picked your spot. Off to the left side of the court, along the edge, you dribble a few times and then with a small jump, flick of your wrist, you sent the ball flying, and hell you made this shot a hundred times growing up. That ball gave a sweet sweet swish snap, and Colin rolled his eyes. “easy, I got this.” Jogging for the ball, he swooped it up and zig zagging over to you, showing off, you step from where you stood while he went to make his shot.

“Its harder then it looks” you claim, and he winks.

“Im winning this baby, your gonna look awful good running around all bare ass naked in here while I claim my trophey.” And sure enough he to made the shot.

“Oh you think your gonna get that far? Whats your trophey?”

“Why your panties of course.”

Oh fuck, game on boy, you thought and grabbing the ball, you chose your next spot, further away, towards the middle of the court. When you went to make your shot, he snapped your ass with his palm, making you squeek and shoot it way off, not even hitting the back board. “COLIN!” His laughter echoing as he tugged on your shirt. “Off it comes!”

“That was cheating you bastard” you stick your tongue out as you jerk it over your head and toss it over his shoulder. He grasped your chin and drew your teasing tongue into his mouth, wrangling a moan from you before releasing you.

"Fighting dirty is encouraged babygirl, I thought you knew that" you narrowed your eyes at him as he jogged for the ball, the bouncing echoing while he assessed where he wanted to shoot from. Once he picked, you sauntered in front of him, leaving enough space so he could shoot, but you knew what could distract him. Since they distracted him 20 times a day without even trying. His hand was always snaking up your shirt to play with your breasts.

Just as he was about to shoot, your hands shot up and giving a luscious lip parting, moan, plumping the swells together, his eyes immediately fell from the hoop to where they were spilling over the top, and sure enough his shot went WAY WAY off the mark. A drop of your hands and the wiggle of the brows, you snicker.

“Loose the shirt hot stuff!” You tug on his hoodie, and pull down the zipper for him, leaning up to catch his lips in a kiss, fully meant to draw his focus from the game. Tiny nips, flick of the tongue trailing over his full bottom lip and then pulling away before he can get the satisfaction of tasting your kiss. A frustrated groan fell from his chest, and he shrugged off the shirt.

The back and forth was fierce. Colin got the satisfaction of getting the next few shots, and much to your disdain at this, you shed off your belt, pants and one sock. He did let you keep on one sock, how sweet of him. While you were following along behind him, hooking your hand into his belt loops and tugging on him from behind as he takes a random jumping shot, falling back into you.

“Ha, you missed baby, Pants, they are finally mine!”

He doesnt even hesitate to unzip them and tug them off, a smirk playing off his mouth.

So his next statement threw you off axis, put a pause to your laughter, tilted your whole world off kilter. You dont know why it would scare you so much.

“My girlfriend is free to take my pants off whenever she pleases.” With a toss he shot them in the pile of clothing you accumulated.

But you couldnt see that, he called you his girlfriend, girlfriend. You werent anything, never have been.

“What? Im not your girlfriend.”

He just looked at you a bit weird and picked up the ball. “Of course you are Y/N, we practically live together now, Im just waiting for my lease to end on my apartment.”

“Oh no buddy.” Your hands go to your hips with a shake of the head “We never said we were anything.” Pointing between the two of you, good mood gone as his face turned serious listening to you.

“Then what has this all been? You cant tell me nothing Y/N, its been like a year” You already had turned on your heels. You werent running away, no, not at all. You werent terrified that he might have cared about you more then in a friendly way, although you both know thats the biggest mother fucking lie you told yourself in that moment when he was saying your name, trying to get an answer.

Your gathering your clothes when he grasps your arm. “Will you just stop for a moment Y/N and talk to me?”

“I cant, I got to work tomorrow.” You lamely make an excuse, fuck work.

“You know, I knew I god damn knew you would pull this shit Y/N the minute I said it was anything. You know why? Your so damned scared of actually wanting something, you wont say it. Think its gonna blow all up in your face, amiright?” His words running together as you wrench your arm out and you glare at him.

“Im not the one who just assumed anything asshole.” Your temper flaring to hide anything other then what you really want to say. And you leave Colin standing there in shock, in the middle of the gymnasium, the lights glaring over him and you resolve not to look back as you slam out the door, but you hear him, a string of cusses following you outside in his anger and your name, your name calling you back, to not run away. But run away you did.

He didnt come back that night, not to your apartment, you heard the slamming of his door across the hallway and you curled up in bed feeling completely miserable about what had happened, how you reacted and maybe he was right, you had some kind of commitment issue after years of self esteem issues. Ones he always talked you through.

“Babes your so damn smart, what would I do without you?!” Helping him put together a lyric for his music, the words would just come to you.

“Come on, its not that bad, let me read.” Sneaking a peek over your shoulder at a short writing piece you were indulging yourself in.

“Kicking ass and taking names” High fiving you after a particularly difficult boss in the video game.

“Baby you eat today? How about a grilled cheese?” on those days you just couldnt get your shit together and remember to feed yourself. A water bottle being tossed at you.

“God damn your so beautiful” Early morning wake ups, his arm locking you in close, and not allowing you to leave him for a few moments. A kiss to your shoulder and light nibble to your neck before you really had to start the day.

It hurt he wasnt there now, the bed felt hollowed and you buried your face in the pillow. Why did you do this to yourself? He tried to text a few times, but you bypassed them, not having an answer for him. He would want one, Curtis didnt just let things go. ‘what are you never going to talk to me again?’ was his last one. Then the phone went silent.

The night turned into days, and it turned into the longest three damn days you could recall. Then the third night as you were nursing a beer, secretly listening for the door across the hall, there was a knock, a soft rapt that made you spring up out of your seat. Setting the bottle aside, you unlocked your door and peered out. Opening the door wider, there was Colin, not in his usual band tees, and jeans, or that stupid zip up you missed, no he was dressed up, tie and everything.

“Hi Y/n” he smiled, fidgeting a bit, he seemed so out of his norm. You shyly look down, picking at your rather unfancy attire.

“Hi Colin, you look good”

“Do I? I wouldnt know” He teased and reached out to lift your face with a tilt of his fingers under your chin. “But theres an important woman whom deserves it.” Your brows come together, clearly unsure of what he meant. “Y/N, I didnt mean to scare you off, I should have done this right, not just assume you wanted the same thing I did. Im hoping you do, but if you dont... then I will respect that. Will you date me, be my girlfriend?”

Seeing him now, those uncalled for fears still lingered, but you wanted this. You wanted him, and the past few days showed just how much he actually meant to you, maybe you both were taking each other for granted.

“Yes Colin, I cant believe you still want to after I was such an asshole”

“Nah, you werent an asshole.” He stepped in closer, and kissed your forehead. “Okay, maybe a teeny bit, but I was a big dick for not talk to you about it, so that makes us pretty even right?”

You laugh listening to him and tug on his tie, dragging him into the apartment. Fuck you missed this.

@what-is-your-plan-today im just gonna tag you in everything till your like “STOP” lmao

#colin x reader #chris evans #god he was such a baby here

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rightsockjin · 4 years

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Rainy day in Paris

Here is part 2 of Fight to Paris this took me way too long to write. (OhMyGaud) I hope y’all enjoy it.

Flight to Paris

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Also please send me some requests I need inspo for Jin, Hope, and Jimin I wanna write their meet-cutes but I can imagine anything.

warnings

This is smut please don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable.

감사합니다

Slight Angst in the beginning

Makeup sex

Lil’ bit of a choking kink

HICKIES

LOTS of kissing

Unprotected sex (stay safe guys)

Crying

Namjoon and Y/n love the hell out of each other.

It had been a few days since my sister, and I had gotten back from Paris. Still, I hadn’t talked to Namjoon. It was so weird to be on vacation without him. It was as if my world was in grey, the pink hue that used to follow me ceased to exist. I mean yes, I was with my sister, but it felt like something was missing. I was starting to regret going away without Namjoon, he added excitement to every experience, and I missed that when I was in France. What was the point of going to the city of love when my love wasn’t with me?

So Paris was lackluster. Even when my sister and I got home, it felt strange. I walked into our apartment, I didn’t expect him to be there and I wasn’t surprised to be correct since I didn’t tell him when I was coming back. I assumed that he had gone to the dorms and stayed with the boys. Regardless, the house felt still and cold. It didn’t feel like home. Not without him.

What was the point of having such a big apartment and only being able to share it with him two to three nights, or of me moving my entire life to Korea despite all my family members’ warnings, if he isn’t with me? He was the reason for so much change in my life and while that was a positive change, it wasn’t worth it if I couldn’t share my successes with him. Suddenly, I felt claustrophobic the walls around me seemed to be closing in. the air surrounding me felt thick and I couldn’t get a full breath to fill my lungs. Panic began to set in, and tears ran down my cheeks. I was alone in our apartment and I felt helpless, I sank to the floor and let myself wallow in my pity. Heart-shattering at the thought that maybe I’d never need an apartment this big again.

Namjoon pov

I hadn’t heard a word from her since she left, she hadn’t even bothered to tell me when she was coming back home. So, there I was, like a dog everyday rushing home hoping to see her again. I was ready to give her everything I had. She had sacrificed so much to make us work and my selfishness didn’t let me see that, but this served as a wakeup call there was no way I would ever take her for granted again. If I wasn’t too late. She had become such a big part of my life that life itself had become fuzzy without her; I became indifferent to everything.

I put my hands in the pockets of my coat as I rushed to our loft and noticed something in one of the pockets. I pulled out a small Tiffany box. I had completely forgotten about the ring I had gotten her. The album had taken all the space in my mind even the space that should have been reserved for her. I was an idiot for letting that happen. Finally, I arrived at our apartment and got in quickly to get out of the cold weather. Normally, the house would be quiet and stagnant since she was gone, but I heard noises coming from the living room. I rushed in that direction hoping that she was back, and there she was. She laid on the ground weeping, her shoulders shook, and her face was stained with black.

Had I done this to her? I though in agony, even more, afraid what was to come just because she was back, didn’t mean that she forgave me. I crouched down to her level and took her hands. She looked up at me, her eyes seemed to light up the tiniest bit. Still, she cried, I pulled her up to her feet and wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly against me. We stayed like this for what felt simultaneously like years and seconds. I leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

“Princess… I’m so sorry… please… I want you in my life always…” my voice kept cracking and tears dropped freely down my face. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted, you… you’re more than what I deserve, and…” I pulled her away from me and tilted her chin up so she would meet my gaze. Her breathing steadied and I continued to talk. “I’m so sorry for taking advantage of you, I love you to the moon and back. I never meant to hurt you.” My lips were quivering. She lifted her petite hand a wiped the tears from my face.

“I’ve realized that uh…” she spoke her voice even in it saddened horse tone sounded like the metropolitan orchestra everything she did in any presentation was like a work of art and I can’t believe I let myself pass it by, “I want to be with you, I want us to make a life together, but that’s not going to happen if you stop lifting your weight and if you are not willing to do that for me Namjoon then-”

“Done, it’s done, you are one of my main priorities, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make things right again. We can travel again, and I’ll make you breakfast, and…and” I rushed through my quivering lips my heart was pounding in my chest I stared into her eyes and saw everything I had fallen in love with. I needed this girl in my life, she gave my monochrome life its pink tint and I wouldn’t want to lose that.

“Joon… I don’t need anything, I don’t need expensive trips, or fine jewelry, or fancy dinners. I… I just want you.” Her eyes bore into my soul for a beat then she crashed her lips into mine.

y/n pov

His arms wrapped tightly around my waist pulling me into his chest as my arms reach around his muscular neck. Our bodies melted together; heat ran through my body. All our unspoken words and our misunderstood feelings are forgotten as we finally reunited after what felt like years of estrangement. His hands smooth down my hips until they reach to where my thighs meet my butt.

“Up” his voice was horse adding an edge to his usually honey-like intonation. I quickly jump up to meet his command his hands squeezed my legs as they hooked around his waist. He walked clumsily to our shared bedroom until his knees finally met our bed.

He deposited me down softly and let his face hover above me. Even with the lights turned off I could see his shining eyes staring deep into my own. I could see the wrinkles that formed at the corner of his eyes only when he smiled his beautiful dimply smile. At this moment it felt like we could communicate telepathically, his actions speaking for him in lieu of his words.

He leaned into me again catching my lips in a passionate kiss. Unlike the previous latter, this one was filled with passion that had built up from our time apart. I felt his tongue prod at the seam of my lips while his hands snaked their way up my chest and under my shirt.

I moaned into the kiss arching my back at his touch, goosebumps plagued my skin despite the heat that filled my body. He began to kiss down my neck, careful not to leave visible bruises, settling instead for light pink marks that claimed me as his. Taking advantage of my position he reaches under me to unclasp my bra. He took a beat and steps away from our bed. I whimpered pathetically at the loss of his warmth. He seemed to be catching his breath. His gaze was fixated on my body, but he seemed far away.

“Namjoon… please,” I begged not knowing exactly for what, but he seemed to understand me, suddenly brought back to earth and to this moment. Again, his lips found mine, his hands grabbed at the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head alongside my bra. He climbed on top of me so that he was straddling my thighs. He stilled, looking at my bare chest, I felt a deep blush rise through my body. His eyes seemed to burn my skin. It felt like years since we last were intimate and for some reason it felt all new once again.

“I missed you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

His hands ran up and down my body and began to fiddle with the button and zipper of my jeans. I reached towards the hem of his shirt and tugged at it. He seemed to get my hint and tore it from his body as if it were on fire. My eyes hungrily raked down his torso stopping only at his now prominent erection, my face flushed, and I quickly brought my eyes back to his. A small smirk graced his plush lips. He had noticed. Something still felt off. Maybe he was tired, or maybe it had been far too long since we were in a situation as steamy as this, but he seemed subdued. Scared even.

He dipped back down towards my body nuzzling his face into my neck, not giving me time to study his expression further. He nipped at the skin between wet kisses. Slowly he descended down my body leaving behind a trail of careless and prominent hickies. He made his way down my torso, hooking his slender fingers into the fabric of my jeans and panties pulling them down slowly kissing my legs until he got them completely off of me. My breath hitched at the proximity of his lips, and the way his damp breath hit my skin. He let the pants drop to the floor, his eyes studied my body the way that he studied his English books or his rewritten lyrics, stopping only when his hungry stare met mine. He froze suddenly, his eyes softening, and he let out a content sigh.

At that moment, the raging fire that had been fueling the passion simmered low and seemed to warm me from head to toe in the most comfortable way imaginable.

Namjoon pov

I didn’t expect to see her this way ever again. I had assumed she never wanted to be with me after the pain I had caused her. Having her with me, having her take me back, was better than winning a Grammy. I look at her. Every inch of her perfect skin, every beautiful curve, the marks blossoming on her torso, all of it. She was the most precious thing to me. I wouldn’t let myself mess us up again.

I took my jeans and underwear off in one fell swoop. I notice here eyes flicker down taking a peek at my vulnerability. She had always been a bit shy looking at me, I smiled at her fondly feeling my chest warm up with slight embarrassment and climbed back on top of her. My eyes bore into hers and suddenly I’m overcome with emotion.

She brought me so much comfort in so many ways. She was always there for me, even when the media made me feel like crap. She stood by me when there were rumors about me and another Kpop idol. She held me when I was so stressed that I felt that I just couldn’t go on. It was such a relief to have her back. In the short amount of time that I had believed that I lost her, it had felt as if the world was a black and white movie and I was only a side character to someone else’s much greater story. Now, I could see that without her, it was a place I never wanted to visit again. I was on the brim of tears, my breathing wavered. I ducked down kissing her passionately trying to stop the tears.

“I love you so damn m…much, I’m so sorry that I…hurt you.” I broke away from her tears were now freely streaming down my face. Her delicate hand reached to wipe the tears away, I take a second to breathe and regain my composure but only just. She reached up with both of her hands and wiped the streaming tears off of my burning cheeks with her thin thumbs. I caught one of her hands in my own and turned it towards my lips to I could peck a kiss onto her hand. A relieved smile made its way onto my face at her look of concern.

“I love you too Joonie,” she answered, tears pooling in her own hazel gaze. She didn’t have to say it. I could see it reflected back at me in the honey that oozed from her stare.

“It was so hard to be without you, please let’s never do that again,” I beg reaching down and gently pecking her lips.

I sniffled and chuckled ironically into her hair after noticing a couple of my tears drip onto her neck, “I’m sorry this isn’t how I meant to get you wet.” She gasped at my vulgarity, her eyes wide and angelic. Not for the first time, I wondered if I was somehow defiling a sacred being. How could someone look so innocent and yet so alluring all at once?

I giggled, the noise deep in my throat at her reaction. Her breath seemed to hitch as the sound hit her ears. Her eyes rolled back in her head deliciously in ecstasy. How I loved to taint this beautiful woman, and I would spend the rest of my life doing it if I could. If she would have me.

I continued to explore her body with the tips of my fingers. Nothing too rough, nothing that would leave further marks. Goosebumps erupted under my touch. After years of being together, I had learned what buttons to push to get her to react, to make her melt into my touch, but regardless of how many times I’d seen her naked form or had her in less than pure ways, she never failed to amaze me.

My hand slithered down to her core in small ‘s’ shapes. Feeling that she was sufficiently wet in other ways, I began rubbing small circles on her nub earning a breathy moan from her lips. Her hands grabbed at my hair as she pulled my face down to hers and caught my lips in another passionate kiss. This one seemed sweeter than the last.

I bit down on her red swollen lip sucking it into my mouth savoring the feeling of her plush lips on mine. She groaned, sucking my top lip in turn. I pulled away from her to catch my breath, my hand never stopping its ministrations at her core. Our noses brushed and I hummed happily at her. I nudged her chin with my nose. She let her head roll back, exposing her slender neck to me. I sloppily kissed my way down to her chest. I let my free hand wrap around her neck while my mouth made its way to her pebbled nipple. I licked small circles into the tender skin, knowing she loved it. She whimpered at my actions confirming my knowledge.

Her body began to shake with desire. I let the hand between her legs drop to her dripping opening. It pulsed, in anticipation.

With one finger, I pressed into the opening, feeling her slick walls surrounding it. She let out a breathy moan, her eyes were closed. The lips I had been sucking on earlier, between her white teeth. Her hair was spread around her like a halo further proving my angelic theory.

I sucked her nipple into my mouth nibbling at the raised bud for only a second before pulling away knowing how frustrated this move made her as I gently squeezed the sides of her throat.

“You okay Jagi,” I teased as I heard her groan in annoyance.

“I hate you,” she whispered, closing her eyes as I pressed against her g-spot.

I leaned up, close to her ear. So close that my lips brushed her stud earrings. I pressed them against the shell, kissing softly before speaking again.

“You’re about to hate me a whole,” I whispered, pausing as I pushed a second finger into her opening and a gasp escaped her swollen mouth, “lot more princess.”

“Joon,” she moaned, her back arching into my touch. I suckled on her ear lobe shortly before placing kisses all over her face stopping only to watch as her features twisted in pleasure as I pumped my fingers in and out of her.

Finally, I decided that she had had enough so I pulled my fingers out and away from her. I looked down her body and placed myself between her thighs by wrapping her legs around my waist and aligned myself with her heat.

“Can you just please...” The most beautiful sound escaped her pouty lips. I smiled at her adoringly. Even now, she was complaining. She was a brat, but she was my brat and I knew exactly how to shut her up.

I grabbed my member with one hand and her hip with the other, pushing it into her slowly making sure she felt no discomfort. I watched her expression shift as she hissed. I stilled making sure it wasn’t pain that caused this reaction, but when she opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at me, I knew she was fine. I chuckled once again and sunk myself in all the way to the hilt of my shaft waiting for her to give me adjust the sensation.

“Okay, I’m good… please move, Namjoon,” she begged. If I could get harder, I did in that instant. I loved it when she begged.

I let myself get lost in her warmth and tightness. One of my hands reached between her legs to massage her sweet spot and the other went back to her neck placing just enough pressure not to stop her airflow but to diminish it. She began to squirm under me, I rubbed my thumb on her pretty lips. She lapped at it and sucked it into her mouth. I thrust into her, hard but slow. Our bodies slapping loudly against each other with every push.

I felt pure pleasure coursing through my body as I let my speed increase slightly. Her body tensed and she let out a loud moan between clenched teeth.

“I missed you so much princess,” I grunted, squeezing her neck a bit tighter, still careful not to squeeze too much.

“Joonie,” she moaned, and shock waves seemed to vibrate in my every muscle.

I sped up a bit more, letting the pleasure consume me. It was getting harder to keep the circles on her nub consistent and by the sounds of it she was starting to have trouble keeping her moans to herself.

“Joon, I’m close,” she mumbled reaching up and tangling her hands in my hair.

“Come for me Jagiya,” grunted, feeling my thrust become erratic and uncontrollable.

She yelled my name as if I had forgotten it, I began to rub faster circles into her. I knew I was close, but I was determined to make her climax before me. I rutted into her harder. I watched her breast bounce, as a groan escaped my lips.

“Right there.” She whisper-yelled. I captured her words in a kiss. I felt her clench around me. I thrust into her faster until I felt her release.

I felt her core spasm around my member. She came undone beautifully under me, but my enjoyment of a job well done was short-lived as my own pleasure began to build incessantly fueled by her orgasm expression.

With a few more thrusts I came inside of her. Panting, I leaned down and rested my forehead on hers. I slid in and out of her slowly milking my orgasm until oversensitivity overwhelmed us both.

I kissed her softly and laid my body on top of hers and wrapped my arms around her tired body holding her impossibly close.

“I’ll be right back, Princess.” She hummed softly at me. I walked quickly to our bathroom and grabbed some baby wipes and walked back to our bed. I turned her body to lay flat on her back, I chuckled at here blissed-out sleepy face.

“Let me clean you up a little,” she spreads here sore legs a bit, “We can take a nice warm bath tomorrow morning.”

She hums in approval as I finish wiping off any evidence of our intimacy and throw away the wipe.

“You’re washing the sheet tomorrow then,” she whispered with her lack of strength evident through her voice.

I chuckle, nodding, knowing that she couldn’t see me, but I would do as she asked. I lay down next to her and let her nuzzle her body into mine. Her body relaxed into mine and her breathing evened out. I whispered sweet nothings into her ear until I knew she was in a deep sleep. I kissed her damp for head feeling completely at peace in the world. I may have missed out on Paris, but as long as I was beside her, I didn’t need fancy times or bottles with difficult names that only she could pronounce to be truly and irrevocably happy. Finally, I felt my eyelids get heavy and I allowed myself to doze off as well in a heap of pure bliss.

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finn-ray-nal-beads · 3 years

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@ohdamnadamm OKAY SINCE YOU ALWAYS SURPRISE ME WITH KINKS AND SHIT I CAN’T EVEN COMPREHEND BECAUSE I DON’T THINK ABOUT THEM UNITL IM ALONE.... IM GOING TO GIVE OUT SOME THOTS ON FUCKIN’ PALE BECAUSE THAT MAN HAS BROUGHT THE WHORE OUT IN ME AS OF LATE...

I’ll set the scene:

- Pale comes home from work in a complete mood. He’s smoked like a chimney all day and just wants a bump (either from you or something else entirely, maybe both)

- Slamming the door, causing you to jump from over the stove slaving to make some dinner for your grouchy leather-clad man

- “Jesus, Pale, baby you gonna give a girl a fuckin’ heart attack comin’ in here like that,” putting a hand over your blossomed chest to stop your heart from pounding at the intrusion.

- “Sorry, doll,” he grunts, pulling a fresh filter from his pack, and walking over to the gas stove where the meatballs are simmering in the sauce, “didn’t mean ta scare yous,” lighting the cartridge with the flame under the pot, taking a deep inhale, gazing at your perfection as he comes off his rage.

- “What are ya lookin’ at stud,” taking the loose ciggy from him, and popping it into your plush lips, inhaling so your tits perk up just right, and exhaling out in the sexiest way you could muster, “ya wanna do somethin’ ta get your jitters out before dinna?”

- He grabs your waist, pulling you flush with his growing bulge, “ya read my mind doll,” tracing a finger from your forehead down your cheek and neckline, then placing a soft kiss on your lips with the slightest of efforts.

- “Let’s get it in then babe, these meatballs is gonna be done in a lil’ bit,” joking as you put the cigarette out and run to the bedroom like a teenager, him trailing behind you tickling your hips as you plummet onto the large bed you both shared.

- Pale removes his jacket, and other effects, revealing his perfect freckled body to you, causing your legs to cross, “uh-huh Y/N,” he spreads your thighs as wide as possible, “you betta not do that shit again or you’ll get punished, ya understand baby?”

- You nod in complete submission, allowing him to remove any and every part of clothing on your body, kissing every inch of it as he gets the job done.

- “So damn beautiful,” he whispers on your soft curves, worshipping you as he muses at your stimulation before him.

- “Assume the position doll,” he smirks, “I think ya know which one I’m talkin’ about.”

- “Remind me, baby,” you feign innocence, “I don’t know that I quite remember it.”

- “Face down, ass completely up in the air, hands behind ya damn back,” he commands, “if ya do any of it wrong ima spank ya ass doll.”

- “Yes sir,” you assume the position like the good girl you are, the moisture between your legs dripping out glazing you slit in the most perfect way.

- “Look at my lil’ kitty,” he purrs, “so fuckin’ wet for me, huh?” he smacks your pussy with as much vigor as he possibly can, causing you to whine out into the pillow.

- “Daddy needs to take his anger out of somethin’ baby doll,” he lines his pulsing cock up, rubbing the tip into your wetness, “and you’re gonna take every fuckin’ inch a me,” forcing it in from head to hilt in one smooth thrust.

- “Mother fuck,” he tilts his head up as you moan like a whore at the fullness he’s provided, “my good lil’ doll, takin’ me so well,” smacking the shit out of your ass cheek as he thrusts in again and again.

- Setting a brutal pace as he grips your hips to fuck up into your guts while you lay there as his own personal ragdoll.

- The sounds escaping the room are a combination of squeaks from the headboard, the slapping of his heavy balls on your skin, and the squelching of your pussy taking every single part of him.

- “Pale, baby,” you cry out, feeling your climax come to a head, “I-I’m gonna.”

- “Ya gonna cum on my cock baby, take every single bit a me?” he speeds up his thrusts even more so, watching the tears run down your cheeks as your ass bounces on his hips.

- “Y-yes, sir,” you manage to moan out as he snakes his hand onto your clit, rubbing it as fast as he possibly can to get you over the edge.

- “P-Pale oh-oh my god,” you cry out as your orgasm washes over you, clouding every single bit of your vision.

- “Fuck doll,” he continues to pummel into you as your walls contract around him, causing his thrusts to become erratic as well. His hand leaves your clit, to push your hed more into the mattress, wrapping your disheveled hair into his large hands, as he grounds himself more into your hole.

- After a few more thrusts and squelched from your overstimulated pussy, he shoots his load into your entrance, pulling out just enough to watch it squirt out of your gaping hole and shooting the rest all over your ass cheeks.

- “Well,” he chuckles, out of breath, “now I’m ready for those meatballs doll.”

Hope this was a good enough thot for you babe and hope it distracted you as much as it did me! 😂

#pale x reader smut #pale x you #pale (burn this)

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embarrassingsmartphonegame · 4 years

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Moving In - Nik Ryder x f!MC

Summary: “You know, most people exchange phone numbers before they move in with together.” “Most people also haven’t been brought together by fighting a murderous bag of bones. Also you already have it...” “Wait what?!” Leah moves in with Nik officially after Chapter 5 of Anything. It goes exactly as expected.

Warnings: two people who bicker almost as much as they love each other, some swear words, kissing, mention of trauma and alcohol, overall pretty light-hearted

“How-” Push. “Much-” Push. “Clothing-” Push. “Do you own?!”

Nik liked to think of himself as physically strong (and he would say he had the abs to prove it). But just how can one box of clothes be so heavy? He was huffing and puffing the entire walk from the moving truck and into the Graveyard Shift, especially when they had to go up a flight of stairs to get to his--no, their apartment.

“I own a normal amount of clothes. Maybe you just need to work out more,” Leah teased as she put down her own box effortlessly on the floor of the living room, stopping to stretch her arms over her head. She had to admit her Fae power of super strength came in handy sometimes and she was thankful that she was now able to summon it even when it wasn’t an emergency.

He snorted. “Chasing monsters keeps me plenty fit, thank you very much. But you sure do own a lot of clothes for someone who loses them like you do.”

Her cheeks burned at the memory of their reunion. “I had to prove it was me!”

“That was really your first instinct?!”

“You complaining about that?”

Nik chuckled and pulled her by the waist, nuzzling her neck. “You know I would never, darlin’.”

Leah rolled her eyes and pecked him on the lips. “I come back and agree to be with you and since then it’s been ‘rook’ or ‘babe’ or ‘sugar’ and now ‘darlin’’. Is that why you’re called Nik...because you’re a...nickname type of guy?”

“Shit, rook; was just tryin’ to be romantic here,” Nik groaned as she laughed a little too hard at her own joke. Any exasperation instantly dissipated once he heard her laugh; he missed it the past three months. She kissed him again, enjoying every moment.

“I know. I just love teasing you.”

“Lil’ shit.”

“Ah, another one, Mr. Nic--hey!” Leah shouted out as Nik suddenly wrapped her up in a bear hug, swinging her around. Her shouts soon turned into laughter, and soon the small apartment was filled with the sound of both of them laughing.

Nik finally put her down on the counter with his hands still on her hips. She rested her forehead against his, still in slight disbelief that she was moving in with him. It was only one week before that she crash landed back into his life, and after they talked things out and survived yet another attempt on their lives (he owed her his life...again), she decided to move to New Orleans for good.

The thought of it as their apartment still felt weird to them both; but it was his idea for her to move in with him. Nik remembered giving some half-assed excuse about them being both business and personal partners so it only made sense financially...he ignored that dark voice in his head irrationally sneering at him that if he took his eyes off her for even one second she would disappear again. Leah agreed with his staunch assessment, if only to curb the fear that this was all another weird (but wonderful) dream and she was actually alone in Wyoming. She frowned at the thought of her old life. Nik noticed the pensive look on her face.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

The corner of her right lip quirked upwards without amusement as she shrugged. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to move in? After I’ve been probably the biggest pain in the ass since we met a few months ago?”

“First of all, it was my idea for you to move in; no offense but we’re technically unemployed until a client hires us and I’m in a better position from whoever hired me to protect you,” Nik answered, actually hoping that his honesty wasn’t too offensive. “And second, you’re a pain in the ass...but you’re my pain in the ass and you had your reasons for everything. I love you just the same, okay? So no saying you can’t live here unless you really don’t wanna.”

“I do have student loans to pay off...” Leah grinned. “Gotta love your definition of romance, babe. This pain in the ass loves you too!”

Satisfied and sneaking in one last kiss, the woman jumped off the counter. She tied her hair and rolled her sleeves up. “Now let’s get unpacking!”

After a few hours of them unpacking Leah’s things, bickering, and randomly making out (“We’re never gonna get anything done like this, rook!”), the two Nighthunters stood in their now shared bedroom, about to finish up. Nik took out the last piece of clothing: a very familiar velvet, royal purple dress with a gold body chain to go with it. He held it up to her, brow quirked mischievously.

“Any chance I could see you in this again?”

Leah collapsed the last box and put it in the pile with all the others. Her eyes moved to the dress that cost more than half her wardrobe. “Still can’t believe you picked that one out. If we sneak into Persephone again, maybe...”

“How about on a date? A real one.”

“You asking me out, Ryder?”

“What’s it look like, Mendoza?”

She couldn’t help the silly grin on her face, as if she was suddenly a teenage girl talking to her crush for the first time. “I accept. Would this be technically our first date? Because I don’t know whether to count us running from the Bloodwraith...”

“Yes, a real date, rook. But no promises that monsters won’t try to attack us or anything, sorry,” Nik responded, hanging the dress up in their shared closet space.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She smiled brightly and took a seat on the bed. “We’re really doing this backwards, huh? You know, most people exchange phone numbers before they move in together.”

“Most people also haven’t been brought together by fighting a murderous bag of bones.” Nik turned to her and sheepishly scratched the back of his head. “Also you already have it...”

“Wait what?!”

Nik took a deep breath before speaking again. “First, I wanna say I’m so sorry for this; I shouldn’t have contacted you when it was clear you didn’t wanna talk to me. Katherine offered me your number one night after I asked about you and I wanted to be selfish and take it.”

“So...you called me while I was gone?” Leah asked, her eyebrows coming together in confusion. “But I don’t remember you calling...I mean I had dreams you did a few times, but those weren’t real.”

“Well, one of them wasn’t a dream,” Nik went on. “It was nighttime and you picked up the phone slurrin’ drunk. I remember asking if you were safe, and you said you were home.”

Leah’s cheeks burned and she put her head in her hands. “Oh my God...I really don’t remember anything from that conversation. This is so embarrassing! You must’ve thought I was such an idiot!”

“No, you have nothing to be ashamed of, rook.” Nik cautiously sidled up beside her, resting a hand on the small of her back. “I’m so sorry I didn’t respect your wishes. I’m the wrong one here.”

Leah didn’t pull away, but she also couldn’t look at him. She tried to remember anything from the past three months that didn’t involve alcohol; she could count them all on one hand. “I...I really had a problem. I have a problem. I know that moving and being in a relationship won’t fix everything, but it’s hitting me that I need real help.”

“And I’m with you every step of the way.” He pulled her into a hug, letting her rest her face into his shoulder. “I meant it when I said that I’m with you...”

“To the bitter end,” Leah finished, her voice breaking at the last word. Nik tightened his hold on her, an aching in his chest as he remembered that he once kept that promise; but he never anticipated it to be her bitter end. He closed his eyes and relished in the warmth of her body against his, blocking out the memory of her cold, pale skin and still heart. Eventually he loosened his hold and tilted her chin up to look into her eyes.

“All the ragged parts of me...stitched back together when I’m with you,” he murmured only for her to hear. “I only want the same for you.”

Leah pulled him in for a warm, tender kiss. When they pulled away, a serene smile graced her features; Nik could swear there was something magical about her smile.

“I love you, and I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings us,” she said, her voice strong and hopeful. Leah could feel her sunny disposition returning day by day, and it showed.

“I love you too, rook.” Nik pulled her to lie down beside him, their fingers intertwined. “What do you wanna do tonight? No jobs. We can go out or stay in, and I promise no snake tequila for either of us.”

Leah snorted and sprang up. “I say we stay in tonight in our apartment. Takeout?”

“You read my mind.”

“And there’s a reality show I’ve been meaning to catch up on...” Leah was already making her way to the living room while Nik followed. She babbled on about how it was a show where an American and a foreigner have to get married within 90 days for a special visa and that itself is, of course, where the drama begins and this season was especially dramatic and blah, blah, blah. Nik snorted at how invested she was in the show while they looked at food places.

The two Nighthunters spent the entire night snuggled up on their couch, talking and eating and canoodling. Leah sighed in satisfaction as sleep eventually took over them, her head resting on Nik’s chest. She finally felt like her life was going somewhere, and all that mattered was that they were in it together.

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A/N: I hope you like yet another fic of me refusing to let these two go onto the next installment just yet! Okay in reality I’ve been writing the first chapter of that and am almost done but med school got weird and my mental health took a dive and COVID-19 happened and blah, blah, blah. Bonus points if you know exactly what reality show Leah is talking about! Any and all comments are greatly appreciated, and I hope you’re all staying safe and healthy 💗

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moeruhoshi · 5 years

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Young Pregnancy AU

Lucy took deep and heavy breaths as she sat by herself in the bathroom, staring down at the third positive test she’d taken.

“Cana...” She said shakily into her phone, “I need you to come over, right now,”

“What’s going on, Lu?” Cana groaned as she pulled herself through her window, stumbling onto the bed and by the blonde who sat curled in her comforter. “It has to be serious if ya didn’t let me in through the front, you’re just lucky I’ve had experience scaling walls,” The brunette went on as she pulled herself up, her chatter faltering at the sight of Lucy’s tears. “Hey, really...what’s going on?”

“I’m pregnant, Cana,” She pushed out, throat groaning with hoarseness, as she shoved the tests towards her.

“Oh geez...” She said slowly as she stared at the sticks, eyes filled with worry as they turned to her friend. “How late are you?”

“Eight weeks, I just thought my cycle irregular, it’s happened before so I wasn’t worried,” She sighed and sniffled. “But I’ve been getting sick more often, so I figured I should be safe and check...what the hell am I going to do? My dad will throw me out as soon as he knows, and we’re still in school! And what am I supposed to tell Natsu? I can’t give him news like this, he’ll be so upset with me,”

“Hey, hey, slow down! One worry at a time, okay? If anything, you know Gildarts wouldn’t let you end up on the street, you’d come live with me. Not that I doubt Natsu wouldn’t take you home with him. You should know better, he’d be thrilled! And do anything to take care of you two,” Cana began as she laid Lucy in her lap, threading her fingers through her hair. “We’re two months away from graduating, you won’t even be showing. You can always take your first year off and take care of your kid, get a scholarship with all your smarts, and make a living like you always planned to. Adapting to the situation is the best thing you can do for yourself, so stop freakin’ out. All of us’ll be there for you two, too; babysitting, hospital bills, groceries and diapers, the works. You’re stupid if you think you’re in this alone, feel better now?”

“Entirely,” Lucy mumbled from her place pressed against Cana’s stomach. “You always know how to calm me down,”

“Well no shit, I know how amazing I am,” She scoffed and laughed as she folded over and hugged the blonde. “...so when are we telling everyone else?”

“Not sure, but I have to tell Natsu first, or well, second,”

“Hehe, yeah, I always knew you liked me more than that pyro. I get the honor of namin’ the lil’ squirt too, don’t I?”

“You’re the stupid one if you think that,”

Lucy felt her stomach twisting as she took the following weekend to go visit her boyfriend, his condo two trains away from her neighborhood.

She had time to decide what to say, to think to stop off at his favorite bakery for some snacks if he took the news as something unsettling, and to lose the doubtful feeling swooshing around in her brain.

Natsu loved her so much, she knew that well enough. She could practically see just how happy he’d get, jumping up and down and swinging her around; she’d make sure to set down the cakes in advance.

But she could only think about his situation. He worked to provide for himself, lucky enough that his parents left him the home he currently occupied, otherwise he’d be staying with Gray right about now.

He had school to pay for and work always kept him so busy, she didn’t want to overload him with even more to worry about.

Feeling a buzz in her pocket as she walked into his building, Lucy looked down to her phone to see a text from Cana.

‘Calm the fuck down’

‘How did you know I was already psyching myself out?’

‘The cards don’t lie, just go for it! Everything is going to be okay!’

Yeah, everything’s going to be okay...

She took deep breaths as she rode the elevator higher and higher, legs practically moving like jelly as she reached his floor.

“Luce! Took ya long enough, I’ve been waiting all morning for you!” Natsu greeted her with his wide grin, wrapping his arms tightly around the girl as he practically dragged her inside.

“I stopped by Yajima’s to get us some snacks,” She choked through, heaving as he let her go to observe the bag in her hand.

“Nice! Nothin’ better than his chili chocolate cake, I’ll go make us some tea,” He said, taking the bag and deeper into his home as she slipped off her shoes. She made sure to bow to the small alter of his parents in the hall, smiling as she lit their insense.

“You don’t have work today do you?” Lucy asked as she sat on his couch, relieved as he shook his head.

“Nope, not until tomorrow night? Wanna stay over?” She stifled a laugh as he gave her a salacious look, setting down the tea and plated cakes as he took a seat next to her.

“Sure, if you don’t mind,” Lucy giggled as he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck, pecking light kisses against her skin as he guffawed.

“‘Course I don’t mind! There’s nothin’ better I could ask for,” She sighed as he held her, suddenly feeling an onslaught of emotion as he wrapped her in his warmth. “One of the old ladies next door gave me a bunch of vegetables so we can make somethin’ nice for dinner.”

“...Natsu, we need to talk,” Lucy sniffled and wiped at her tears, the pink haired boy not at all delighted to be hearing that phrase.

“It’s not your dad, is it? I know he doesn’t like me all that much but that’s no reason to—“

“Dumbass, I’m not breaking up with you,” She groaned and slapped his arm before he could continue to spiral. “Really, I just need to talk to you,”

“Geez, what is it, Luce? Don’t scare me with your cryin’ like that,” He pouted and wiped away her tears, settling a hand over hers in reassurance.

“I...I’m...Natsu, I’m...”

“Hey, calm down,” Natsu shifted himself to take her in his arms again as her chest rose with panic, able to feel her body shaking through his. “You’re okay, it’s okay, Luce.”

His heart dropped as he felt her begin to cry again, overwhelmed by whatever the hell was going on that made her this upset.

“You don’t have to say it if it scares ya too much, I’m not gonna force you to say anything, just please tell me you’re not sick,”

“I’m fine,” She hiccuped, tightening her arms around his midsection. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think it’d be so hard to say it. I feel like it’ll change everything if I tell you and I don’t know if I’m ready,”

“Change is bound to happen, ya know that. It did when we started dating, when your mom and my parents...when I had to start working, things just happen, and we learn to live with the changes left behind, hm? It might be hard at first or some time in the future, but we’ll get through it together, we always do,”

“Yeah...yeah, you’re right,” Her teary eyes stared up into the onyx ones showering her with love and reassurance, his lips tasting the saltiness of her tears as the two shared a chaste and lasting kiss. “I love you, Natsu.”

“I love ya too, Luce.”

“I’m pregnant,” She breathed, pulling herself away to walk and grab a tissue from in the kitchen. Natsu was still, as she entirely expected him to be, eyes wide and unmoving as he took in the news.

“I’m about eight weeks late,” She began to speak, sitting next to him again as she reached and sipped from her tea cup. “I don’t have a bump yet, but I took a couple of tests and—“

“I love you so fucking much! So much! I’ll love you and our baby till the day I die, promise!” Lucy squealed as Natsu glomped her with another hug, showering her cheeks with kiss upon kiss, refusing to let her go for even a moment.

“You’re crying, you know,” Lucy laughed as she could hear his quiet sobs through the flurry of kisses.

“I’m so happy,” He mumbled against her cheek, rolling them around so that Lucy now sat in his lap. “So happy,”

“I’m glad,” She smiled, thumbs wiping away at his tears. “We’re about to start a family, how weird does that sound?”

“Not weird at all, you’ve been my family since the day I met you,” He said, kissing the center of her palm as a free hand wandered to caress her belly.

“You’re gonna be my wife, that’s super hot,” Lucy rolled her eyes and slapped his chest, Natsu snickering as he leaned against her bosom. “Lucy Dragneel,”

“You mean Natsu Heartfilia,” She scoffed, wrapping her arms around his head softly. “I hope we have a girl.”

“A boy! A little Igneel, but Layla is a cute name too,”

“I was thinking Nancy, or maybe Ryuu?”

“Ryuu! Ryuu works both ways, ne? Dad would’ve liked that too,”

“Think we can invite the others over for dinner tonight? I don’t want to put off telling them,” Lucy asked, threading her fingers through his hair.

“Tell ‘em not to be over for a couple more hours,” His voice was muffled against her chest, his hands snaking their way underneath her shirt. “I gotta thank the mother of my child for havin’ my baby after all,”

“I think I like the sound of that a little too much,” She moaned as his lips pressed hotly upon her revealed chest, Natsu smirking as he lifted her in his arms.

“Might go ahead ‘n see if I can give ya another one while we’re at it.”

#fairy tail #nalu #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #natsu and lucy #natsu x lucy #nalu fanfiction #fairy tail nalu #lucy and natsu #lucy x natsu #nalu pregnancy au

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cnc-hoebayb · 5 years

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Deadass a dream i had with Richard hehejej

I literally spat out half of this so sloppily bc i wanted to capture the dream essence right after it happened, but like you get the idea.

And obvio i beefed it up a lil for story effect so that’s why it’s so detailed and cheesy in some parts (especially the end sorry skdk)

A pair of suited up body guards shut the doors and stand at attention behind you as everyone enters the giant store. The emptiness of a place this big feels a little uneasy but at the same time makes you feel so lavish and important.

The boys are already pairing up beside you, grabbing each other and friends before diving into which section of clothes they wanna start with. You smile and watch them almost run into the aisles, way too excited to be shopping than should be normal. The accessory display in the corner catches your eye and you wander over alone.

Sure, it was fine to shop and spend some alone time every so often, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t bad to feel a lil lonely either. The gold earrings in the glass container distract your thoughts and you gravitate in farther. A reflection bounced off the table and you see the faint outline of a figure behind you. Your mind eases suddenly and your heart swells. A pair of hands snake around your waist from behind and a stubbly chin presses into your neck.

“I missed you,” he whispers before laying a soft kiss on your shoulder. “Richard, we literally saw each other 2 seconds ago walking in here.” You play and he squeezes you into him tighter. “Yea but i missed you like this.”

PDA was never quite your scene, but having to maintain a relationship with him entirely in secret, it felt almost impossible. To have his arms around you like this, it gradually felt like a necessity. You lean into it, eating up every last bit and all the sensations of his love before it had to end.

“Whatcha lookin at,” he releases you and it feels empty, but his hand locks discreetly in yours at his side. “Just some jewelry, might have to cop some lavish shit while we here,” you wink and then point to a thick chain on another display. “This one actually reminded me of you, maybe I’ll get it for myself to pretend it’s yours.”

His hand guides you to follow and walk with him to a different section of the store. “You know i can just give you one of mine instead,” he says mindlessly while browsing the racks on his right. The thought gives you a sense of happiness but it’s soon overpowered by reality. “Babe you know we can’t do that,” you say defeated.

Richard stops everything to look back at you, eyes heavy and sad in an instant. “Soon,” is all he says, “te prometo.” You wanna hug him, fall into his body and let him tell you it’ll all be okay.

But a body zooms in around the corner and its back to acting. As if instinctively at this point, your hands pull from each other with swiftness, body language at a complete opposite, no trace of any sentiment between you. “Erick loco, why you running like that,” Richard laughs and struts over to him, giving you a little head nod as he walks away like nothing.

“Im trying to race Zabdiel, donde está él??” You hear them talking as you walk the other way. It was best not to hang around, otherwise you might get too comfortable and slip up, get too touchy or say something that blows your cover.

It wasnt the most ideal, but it was something that just needed time. Not that anyone or one of the boys would be mad, but bigger than that. Being part of the tour staff made it iffy. What if they had thought your new promotion was because of him? That you were getting special treatment and being paid basically to have fun and fuck around with the important people. And not to mention the fans. If this went public, there would be a riot of people accusing you of being fake or using him, everything you feared. It was too risky for the both of you. And you loved him so much, it felt like there was nothing better to do.

You fill your head with distractions and ride the escalator to the next floor, getting as far away as possible. The music was louder up here and it made it easier to get lost. At this point you weren’t even shopping, just wandering and clearing your mind, fingers brushing past fabric as you walked the length of every aisle. Something shuffles to your side and you know by those heavy steps, but you continue walking in a daze.

“You look like you’re thinking too hard,” Richard towers behind you, sliding his hands down your arms until they interlocked with his again, crossing them across your waist in a deep hug. You close your eyes for a second and let him wander along with you, his scent so intoxicating, overshadowing the sadness. “What’s on your mind, baby?” He senses your uneasiness and it makes you nervous.

“Nada, just thinking.” He doesn’t question any further, just keeps his hands on you, spinning you around to face him, planting kisses up and down your neck, making your cheeks blush immediately. “Stooopp,” you giggle, all sad thoughts already lost, overpowered by the happiness he always seemed to give you. “Richard Yashel Cama- NooO” you squeal as he lifts you off the ground, spinning you in a fast circle before dipping you towards the ground.

His smile beams as your noses brush together, him holding you so close to the ground and all the built up energy has your heart pounding. He holds you there, letting the tension build before leaning in ever so slightly to your lips..

“Richard, yo, you gotta come see this we-“ a voice yells from a distance and the perfect bubble of yours collapses. You don’t know what to do so Richard is the one to act quick. He drops you the rest of the way to the ground, your body hitting the tile with a soft smack. The look he gives is a tiny second of regret followed by yet another change of character.

It’s Chris this time to turn the corner, coming upon the scene of you on the ground, Richard hovering above you. “Whoaaa girl watch where you goin,” he improvs on spot, acting like you had just bumped into him or something. This is definitely the lowest you’ve felt. Literally and figuratively.

He reaches out a hand to help you and you get up quickly, fixing yourself before turning the opposite direction from the boys, them already going on their own way too. Richard looks back at you with a glum stare but you ignore it, not wanting to even look at him right now. Emotions buildup in every piece of your body and you desperately seek out anywhere to get out of this space.

His laugh still seems to echo in your ears the farther you walk away, it was too hard. You stop at the little glass balcony to observe everyone below on the first floor. You smile as you see Erick hiding in a rack of pants, Chris and Richard about to be his next victims. He looks up at you and does the “shh” gesture and you do it back to comply. It’s fun and lighthearted, but that heart wrenching feeling comes back when you see Richard.

Him and Chris scream and fall to the floor as Erick pops out, scaring them half to death with the easiest prank in the book. Erick looks up to you and does a thumbs up excitedly. You throw one up back and smile down, catching glimpse of Richard giving you a look from down there as well. The smile fades from your face immediately and you have to turn away, walking away from the ledge and off to somewhere he isn’t.

You find comfort in the shoes section, plopping down on one of the squishy chairs on the side of the aisle. Your head falls to your hands in your lap and it’s so annoying to feel like this. To feel like you’re so far away from someone who is actually your entire heart and world, like you can’t be with who you love because it’s wrong, but it’s not.

You take a deep breath in to calm down and when you look up, there he is. “Baby what’s wrong? Are you o-“ you cut him off mid sentence and start to walk away. “Not now Richard,” he follows close behind and grabs your hand, forcing you to turn around and face him. “Don’t touch me.” You yank out of his grip and tears form in your eyes.

“Heyheyhey, it’s just me, tell me what’s wrong.” He keeps his distance, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable, all he needs is you to open up. “I’m done, Richard. I’m just done.” You sniffle and wipe a stray tear from your cheek.

“Im done acting. I hate having to pretend this isn’t real because this is the realest thing I’ve ever felt. I’m done keeping secret touches and kisses,” you stop to lower your voice when you notice you had been almost yelling. “Because when i touch you i feel like i can’t let you go. And i hate myself for getting so lost in you so easily. Cause i know it has to end when someone walks in the room or when we step out of our little hiding spots.”

You can see the hurt in his eyes but it doesn’t stop the worlds coming out. “But i forgive you every time. No matter how much the separation part kills me. Even if it means ignoring me, fuck- even dropping me on the floor. Richard i forgive you every time because i love you so damn much, but now I’m so....”

He doesn’t give you time to finish. You didn’t know if you even could to be honest. And this is what you meant. Forgiving him the second he encloses you in his chest, shedding all pain and tears in a single embrace. His hand pets your hair as you let it out quietly in his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so so sorry,” he chants over and over until you pull apart, finally able to look him in the eyes.

“It’s not your fault.” You wipe your eyes and lift his chin from hanging disappointedly. “It’s no ones fault.” He plays with the hem of your shirt absentmindedly, something he did often when he was nervous or anxious. “But i still feel guilty, T/N you don’t deserve this.” His jaw tightens and you know he feels terrible.

“That’s why this ends now.” You feel sick for a split second before he finishes. “I saw the way you looked at me earlier and i couldn’t bear the idea of making you feel this way. So before i came up here to you I..” he stops and grabs your hands in his. “I told everyone the truth.”

Shock settles in and you wanna cry, laugh, scream, do anything to snap out of it. “Richard,” you start and he pulls something out of his pocket, a little black jewelry box. “I know this doesn’t make anything better, and i promise you I’ll make it all up to you somehow, but for now..”

You take the tiny package and pop it open. Eyes watering up yet again as you’re faced with the pretty gold earrings from earlier, paired beautifully with the daintiest gold ring you’ve ever seen. And the final piece, one of your favorite gold chains that Richard owned, must’ve had it on him close today. You’re able to crack a side smile and look up at his toothy goofy one in response.

“I thought that if we’re gonna be seen in public as a couple now, you might wanna be extra icy, flaunt it a lil bit.” He jokes and all pressure from before falls from your shoulders. His arms open, inviting you so sweetly and you can’t help but jump in.

“I love you, you know that?” He squeezes you and you feel it in his touch, his voice, in his everything. You kiss him in response and he knows you feel it too.

It’s almost a whole minute of his lips on yours until you feel some type of eyes on you from behind. You part in enough time to turn around and face the little creepers. “Bro seriously?” Richard whines and your cheeks flush red from embarrassment.

It’s Zabdi, Erick, Joel, and Chris with a very obvious phone up recording the whole scene, all of them choking up laughter. “I just wanted to see if you were serious.” Joel throws his hands up in defense.

“To be honest, i thought it’d be funny to record,” Erick confesses and looks over to Chris who replies “Yea, this is gonna look so good on Instagram.”

#i live for cheesy lovey richard so much #thats exactly why unconscious dream me made this happen #and i aint complainin #richard camacho #richard x reader #mi morenito rico #cnco

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