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holyghostbelle · 3 months

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CALL THE SHOTS

the last part.

TW:DUBCON? DARK!OLIVER(it's literally him though so idk)slight reader x felix, but also oliver pinning over felix because no ones mentioning that??? reader and Oliver lowkey hate each other I guess. I wouldn't even consider this as an x reader tbh. minors dni or ill sleep with your dad requests are open !! Omg, i don't know if you're gonna hate me for this ending but i wanted to keep it as close to what i think would realistically happen, like no yandere shit. also this is not proof read im sorry. my master list

2022, fifteen years later.

“He's dead! Oh gosh, he's dead, please come to Saltburn quickly. I don't think I can be alone” Elspeth trembles on the phone, her hands shaking with vigour, tears running down her cheeks. Just mere moments after the ambulance had left with her husband, she had suddenly felt stifled in her seat, the last one left.

You flee from Paris, fashion week can wait, Elspeth who had become more of your mother over the past years , more deserving of attention than clothes. With only a sea between you.

“Oh darling, Duncan has set up your room for you, I'm so glad you're here!” she smiles at you, her hair significantly shorter since you last saw her, she wears a button up shirt along with a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and a embroidered shaman jacket.

“How are you holding up?” you ask, voicing concern.

She smiles, nodding as her face drops down. You pull her in for a hug, she grasps you tightly and you smell her expensive perfume.

“Cup of tea?”

"Thank you, Elspeth. A cup of tea sounds perfect," you reply.

As she has someone prepare the tea in the kitchen, you glance around Saltburn. Flowers wilting and the familiar sights bring back memories of laughter, hot sunny days, drunken ramblings to felix. It's hard to believe that just hours ago, everything seemed normal.

The silence is heavy,

"I don't know how to go on without him," Elspeth admits, her eyes welling up with fresh tears. You reach for her hand, offering a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm here for you, Elspeth. Whatever you need," you assure her, feeling the gravity of the situation sinking in.

As the days turn into weeks after the funeral you manage to convince Elspeth to rent a small flat further in town, so you can return to Paris until summer.

Elspeth reluctantly agrees, and you find a quiet little place not far from the town centre, you help her move, shopping round antique stores for furniture that seemed more homely and lived in.

And suddenly Oliver is at saltburn again. Your really not sure what happened, one minute your back in paris for the summer, back to writing articles about the hottest shoes or sex tips for the older women and then Elspeth is calling you about finding oliver in a local cafe not far from her home , and she sends you a video of him saying hi over facebook messenger, he's still tidy, neat but that nerdish boy look is gone and instead the shadow of a more important man. You wonder if he still smokes, you wonder if he still drinks, you wonder if he still thinks about that night before venetia died.

So you head back to Saltburn, wondering what fifteen years made of oliver.

“No husband then?” Oliver peers down at your ringless hand.

“We got a divorce, no wife?” you stare at him, your lips pressed together careful not to smudge your Chanel lipstick.

He shakes his head and smiles eyes taking the whole of you in, he notes the lack of smudged eyeshadow and mascara.“ you haven't aged a bit, your hairs shorter but you haven't aged”

“It's called filler Oliver” you sigh,”where Elspeth?”you ask.

“oh, she's fallen ill, it's all happened very quickly, i'm surprised you didn't hear, lung cancer”

“Oh fuck” you drop your bag on the marble floor, clutching your head. “ It's just a Catton curse really isn't it?” you smile and Oliver wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you in for a short hug.

“Come on, she wants to speak to you.”

“Darling, they say I've only got two months” Elspeth smiles, her hair forming a halo around her head in the bed, she coughs and then takes your hand into her own. “ I want you to have the Saltburn estate.”

“Elspeth , i can't” your eyes tear up at the thought of her gone, and you sitting in your loneliness of the big house, “really, i can't”

“oh darling shush’ she hushes at you, her eyes gazing over your own, oliver stands uncomfortably in the back, “it would've been yours anyway, i always thought you and Felix would marry, i know you loved him”

“Elspeth”

“I'm not daft, i saw the way he looked at you too, ever since you came home for break when you were eight years old, i just knew”

“I-god i miss him, it's been so long”

“ i know, i know”

you smooth her hand with your own, nodding “okay fine, i'll take it.”

She smiles and grips your hand with all her strength. You look at Oliver, his face stoic.

Papers are signed, and then somehow, Elspeth's breathing tube is pulled out of her, by an insolent nurse, there's no lawsuit, you leave her at peace, her rock at the bottom of the lake with the rest of the Cattons and now your not sure what to do with the house. Stuck wandering the halls passing by Oliver, you want him to leave but you don't want to be left with the staff all alone, so you let him stay.

Elspeth's room is still filled with medical supplies. Your bank account is filled with hundreds of millions, untouched.

You're called into the Main room of the house by Oliver, you look around waiting for him to appear but suddenly there's a sharp pain in your abdomen that grows and grows until it’s an unbearable pain, you wince. Looking up to meet Oliver's eyes.

He unsheathes the knife from your body and clutches at your wound. Red seeps like spilled wine.

“Shit, i-fuck.” he hands flail pushing into your wound, you scratch at the pressure.

“Call someone Oliver, fuck that really hurts”

“Duncan! Duncan!” Oliver screams,his head cocks to the side. “ oh, he's not here.” his eyes darken and you're taken back to the night he kissed you for the first time, the way he looked at you like you didn't even exist.

“What?” you question, you feel woozy and try to anchor your hands behind you as you fall to the floor. But he hinders your movements.

“Don't you want to see felix?”he asks, eyes darkening.

You shake your head, “No, I- i want to stay here, what are you doing?”

Oliver's eyes flicker, a mixture of pain and resentment. He continues to apply pressure to your wound, desperately trying to stop the flow of crimson escaping from your body.

“No you don't, just let go”

"what," you gasp, your breaths becoming shallower ”t-he fuck are you talking about”

Oliver's expression twists. His grip on the knife tightens, his knuckles turning white.

With each passing moment, the room seems to close in, the air thickening with tension. Your vision blurs, and you struggle to focus on Oliver's face.

“Please Oliver, you're gonna let me die?”

Oliver's gaze softens momentarily, a flicker of doubt crossing his face. He glances around the room as if searching for an escape from the harsh reality closing in.

"Maybe it's too late," he murmurs, more to himself than to you. "Maybe I can't change who I've become."

Desperation fills the room as the seconds tick away, your life slipping through the cracks. Oliver's hands tremble as he clings to the last shreds of hope.

In a final plea, you whisper, "what you've become?oh my god "your head pulls back and you feel yourself slipping.

The room falls into a heavy silence as realisation settles into you.

“Did you kill him”

He looks up at your face, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand, you taste the bitter metal from your blood. Eyes flickering down at your wound, his hand still pressing into it with the knife in his grip.

“Marry me and I'll let you live,” he asks.

“Huh?”you shake in his hold.

“Marry me and I'll let you live, gotta make the decision now though, or I'll let you bleed out here.”

“Oh my god you're insane ” your bloody hand reaches for Oliver's face, you push it with all your force blood coating over his eyelashes making it harder to see, you stumble to the oak table in front of you, grabbing the candelabra attempting to smash it over his head. He rolls away, tackling your body, and you notice the adrenaline has kicked in because you manage to kick at his crotch. He winces in pain. And hits the floor to the side of you. You stare at him.

“What the fuck do you want” you shake your head at him.

“I want to marry you.”

You shake your head, “no you don't”

“i want the house”

“Oh my god” you laugh,” call a fucking ambulance Oliver”

He looks at you , as you clutch and your wound, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and rings for an ambulance.

a/n; im sorry if this is an underwhelming ending, but like I have no clue how to end fics and I thought this was just middle fitting.

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#oliver quick #oliver quick x reader #salt burn 2023 #salt burn fic #felix caton x reader #felix catton #barry keoghan #salt burn x reader

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lady-ashfade · 1 year

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Hey mate! It didn’t say anything about Cobra Kai male requests so not sure if you’ll do this.

Can I request Yandere Hawk & Miguel x male reader? Plot can be anything. Just want to read some no mercy era Hawk and Miguel. Thanks!

Little thing

Yandere!Hawk&miguel x reader. (HC’s)

Notes: Even though my requests for cobra Kai are closed- Honestly I was in a cobra Kai mood actually, which is kinda scary. I was going to write something and I have been reading cobra kai fics for the best two days- Anyway. This is short because I didn’t know what to put down, I hope you like it.

(Opening up my cobra Kai requests man)

Yandere type: Medium (idk)

Warning: Stalking, Yandere tendencies, violence, obsession, dark themes.

The boys would notice you when they get into a class with you, they have never really seen you around before.

You sat in front of the two boys, and they caught glimpse of you one day and couldn’t get enough.

You’d always smile at the people who walked by but you never seemed to talk much. They always notice you always tapping your foot to the music in your ear pud, that you secretly put in.

Hawk pointed you out in class. Saying along the lines of how you were kinda cute but how you always seemed shy, Miguel agreed.

So the two started to follow you around school without you noticing, they learned where you were at all times. What subjects you liked and didn’t, who you talked to and didn’t.

“They need protection, just look at them.” Miguel pointed out as you stood at your locker, hawk smirked and leaned on Miguel shoulder, “I’m in, little thing doesn’t seem to notice anything.”

No matter if you are taller, bigger, shorter, anything. They see you as a small, weak, fragile thing. And you know how people have this thing to protect the person they love, the two go over border.

Ever drop a pencil in class and don’t notice? It’s theirs now. They have a whole bag of things they have of you.

Now, when someone gave you a bad look even just once, or talk bad to you. The two of them teach that person a lesson. They did it at night where no one can see, beat the living shit out of them.

You started to find it weird how everyone around you stared to get hurt, it made you think you were cursed.

In the locker rooms they always come behind you while you change and pretend like they are focused on themselves but make sure no one looks at you, or gets near you. Or if you change in a stall they stand outside it just to make sure but have a conversation loudly to make sure you don’t really notice.

They have snuck a few glances.

Then one day their prayers were answered when you three got paired up in a class project. Oh, the boys couldn’t stop their heart beats when they heard your name.

The two almost didn’t know how to actually talk to you at first, but when they started they couldn’t stop. How they could be so close to you, to touch you, smell you- Hold you. It drives them crazy.

They asked things about you one right after the other and overwhelmed you. You answered as best as you could and thought it was just them being friendly. But you knew them both because of the whole karate-war going down.

You invited them over to your house to start working on projects and they couldn’t wait.

While they were in your room they stole things, small things but still. I see them stealing a shirt of yours, or objects they found.

The two “befriended” you that night and decided to calm themselves down to drawl you in. They acted really nice and kind, which they were. But hide there other side.

Here’s some things they do, romance or in the friendship area.

Following your around to make you untouchable. Glares at anyone who looks close to your way.

They call you “Little thing” constantly. Or tiny, or anything that’s belittling, but not that mean. Hawk tho will call you stupid but he just want to make you feel dumb so you ask him for help.

(Hawks the meaner one of the two)

They start to control you, like saying what you should wear but make you think you chose it yourself. Or by getting you things to eat. Where you go, when you go. They only make you hang out with them.

Miguel is the one who babies you the most in a sense. He treats you like a prince. Always being the joking guy who makes you smile and laugh. He’ll hold onto you by the waist. He’s “softer” with you. Because come on, he’s so fluffy when he doesn’t want to murder anyone.

Hawk treats you like you can’t do anything alone. Like walking, you could wonder off. Or maybe you’ll walk out into traffic, hold his hand. Hawk is so overbearing. Like you have to tell him to chill at moments.

But the thing they both have in common is being feral over you.

I’m talking about they don’t care where they fight, but it’s away from you, but school fights happens all the time.

Broken a guys wrist, treated some guy with deadly threats, have put so many people in the hospital.

They will stop at nothing, I mean never killing anyone…But if someone hurts you then it’s not there problem if their body gives up on their own.

Don’t allow you to join a dojo. The only way you are going near a dojo is watching them practicing.

Man, I just seen them ass overbearing.

#yandere cobra Kai #yandere Miguel Diaz x reader #miguel daiz x reader #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #yandere hawk cobra Kai #yandere Eli Moskowitz #yandere cobra kai x reader #Miguel daiz #yandere Miguel Diaz #cobra Kai x reader

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freehounyaoi · 2 months

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HALF LIFE VRAI (+gorgeous & og gordon) HEADCANONS IF YOU EVEN CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BENREY WOOO

during. the end, he had 2 extra eyes, one above his left eye one below his right eye, now he has scars where they laid, they’re faint but he. is autistic im sorry he’s too me to not be he had a tail during the end too faint freckles ^_^ he REALLY likes red meat he likes blue flavor, not blueberries, not blue raspberry, blue stubble YAYY specifically in end, benreys feet to knees and hands to elbows fade into rlly dark blue/black looks like he’s dying of illness but like. has never been sick disassociates very often very touch very very touchy polyamorous, exes with forzen & is now crushing on both Tommy & gordon orphaned, kinda lived on his own since he isn’t human, picked his own name doesn’t actually have brothers, he’s a loser breaths through his mouth esp when he’s comfortable weird but like imagine he’s cuddled up to someone and he just yeah

COOMER YAYYY

fat, idc i’m right

gender-fluid, transmasc & gay ^_^ old man yaoi with bubby YAYYY

cool little funky punching enhancement thingies

big ol’ doe brown eyes

brunette hair before he started graying

after the resonance cascade he retired, they deserve it

has nightmares over clones. a lot, a big lot

autistic, everyone knows the science team kinda is autistic,

going off the autistic thing, one of his vocal stims is hello gordon

loves talking, loves it so much, he loves just talking to people she likes

has a high score on punch out & that one punching game where you punch the punching bag to get evaluated on

the reason is divorced because he realized he was gay

hawaiian shirts FTW!!

(most of these are somewhat canon, holly (his va) headcanons him as transmasc, short and stocky, and 5’4!)

Bubbster

Intersex & bisexual (idc if gir hcs him as straight it’s my world now/pf)

if he didn’t live with Coomer after the resonance cascade, he’d probably just be a basement dweller and just sit in the corner and cry

Bionic legs :3

canonically test tube baby, he’s probably really freaked the fuck out over it & has had genuine panic attacks over being artificially made, only in front of coomer

literally always has epi-pens for coomer

naturally(?) ginger idk what you wanna consider it, he’s canonically like 6 but in my head he’s like 67, he’s been locked in black mesa for 67 years

blue eyes

has a leather jacket with a tiger on it he will wear just to do so

has made the science team watch scrubs.. twice

picks at skin as a stress tick

has tourettes

near blind

when he got his bionic heart he died so he will sometimes just be like “hey guys i’ve died before”

being put back in the tube after betraying gordon was one of the worst things he’s been through, it was terrifying

GORDON FEETMAN!!!

also fat

joshua exists but he was an accidental pregnancy (gordon seahorse father yayy)

ftm based off last hc, that’s just canon cuz i said so

joshua is like, 9 in my head so gordon had him at like 18

bisexual

has a crush on benrey (canon but yk)

mexican and african

curly ass hair, takes really good care of it, always smells nice

bilingual

blind in left eye, 25% prescription in right eye

feels guilty as fuck even when everyone would joke about him being the cause of the RC

also autistic

wayne did not dk him justice when he lost his hand, he was screaming so gutturally loud it was painful, he strained his voice so bad, the pain was so excruciatingly terrible

tommy genuinely was the only one he could trust after benrey & bubby turned their backs on him, and that sucked because his feelings for benrey before that point were getting to him

only was adamant about not being friends with benrey at the end because of the betrayal, he wanted to hate benrey

tommy is like his. comfort friend, he doesn’t have to worry about him.. he does but he always feels comfy around him

Tommy cool man

Autistic, ADHD, PTSD and OCD

G man species, half human

strawberry enthusiasts:3 (me too)

every flavor tic tac enthusiast, always give the science team tic tacs like all the time

not very good at games enjoys playing them though

very touchy for multiple reasons

Sunkist service dog for multiple things as well, helps with panic attacks, PTSD symptoms, anxiety attacks etc

Tommy doesn’t know how Sunkist was trained to do all this, he made her sk he just kinda accepts it for how she is, and loves her

compression hugs, likes being laid on top of, it’s comforting

looks scrawny but can like. genuinely pick up all the science team & benrey with ease

started collecting propeller hats after the RC

the reason he can read sweet voice is cuz g-man species

thinking about getting a cat, maine coon or norwegian forest cat, he likes big ass animals

Sunkist is LARGE like large as fuck for a golden Tommy made sure she was huge

milk enjoyer :3 drinks it with most of his meals

wears readers

ANGEL KISSES!! (moles or beauty marks whatever you wanna call them)

tooth gap :3

walks on tiptoes

Gorgeous

6’7

cuts his hair into a fringe, lets it grow out to shoulder length, then cuts it fringe, never ending cycle

beauty marks man

freckles too

nobody fucking knows his trauma

doesn’t understand why he can understand cicero?? he just.. can??

learned ASL as a kid

clearly has some form of mommy issues he will not touch on

wears solid colors, he doesn’t wear shirts with decals, or anything, a. he doesn’t like them. b. for ASL purpose, it’s recommended to wear light/dark clothes (light in his case) depending on your skin tone to MAKE it easier to read sign, usually in light pink

prefers skirts cuz.. they’re comfy, usually knee & ankle length.. sometimes he will wear mini skirts……. cuz he’s gross

actually hates head crabs.

would be a nudist if it was sociably acceptable

actually really enjoys video games! he doesn’t talk about it, he’s good at them too

he’s a dog person, he wants a saint bernard

freeman YAYY

6’

beauty marks

patchy beard

dark hazel eyes

starting to grey, short pony tail

has scars from his HEV suit

actually lost his hearing DUE to the RC, his mother was deaf so that’s why he knows ASL, it completely shot out his hearing

has always dressed nice

cat person

Alyx is like his daughter to him

i can’t decide if he’s trans or not

same situation with gorgeous, he wears solid colors for ASL purpose

him and cicero have yet to find a way to communicate

when he found out alyx learned ASL for her boyfriend (this is canon, was planned for episode 3) he was over the moon

enjoys IASIP (it’s always sunny in philadelphia)

scary when he’s pissed off

G-Manual samual

major RBF

scottish

moles kuz hes kawaii

wears readers

hes autistic

going on with him being autistic, the fabric his suits are a comfort fabric to him

enjoys sitcoms

drinks his coffee straight black

he is trans masc to me

praises his employers like god tbh

if he were to drink, which he doesnt, his go to drink would be rum on ice

some form of alien, not from xen though, no one knows where hes from

some type of holy creature??? he cant die?? hes weird

you'll never see it but he doesnt bleed red, his blood is black

enjoys fishing

goes to bed at 11pm, wakes up at 4am hes weird

hes also the best father ever???

songs that remind me of science team members + benrey the 6th

Benrey the 6th

I Will - Mitski

Kiss Me, Son Of God - They Might Be Giants

I’m Gonna Win - Rob Cantor

Mad World - Tears for Fears

We Will Commit Wolf Murder - Of Montreal

Gallery Piece - Of Montreal

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears for Fears

The Party's Crashing Us - Of Montreal

Tommy Coolman

Living Island - POGO

Fireflies - Owlcity

Teenage Dirtbag - Weetus

rises the moon - liana flores

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Head Over Heels - Tears for Fears

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possibilistfanfiction · 1 year

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i love that you've been making a lot of ur avatrice fics a subtle (or very UNSUBTLE) ode to mascs/butch lesbians. and an ode to being queer in general. i think my fave things to read lately have been works like that; where the characters aren't just queer, but happy to be queer, relieved to be queer, or saved by being queer. and in terms of gender expression and queerness its something that i've had a hard time reconciling with myself, but the way you explore it through bea is refreshing and helpful for me, someone who's been out for 8 years and still sweats when deciding what shirts to buy myself, or sometimes how to even just walk when i go outside

honestly i never know what like general reactions will be but everyone has been so lovely! i think it's like — fundamentally so important to me that bea was never ever made to be femme! like canonically she's attractive to women in the show!! she has her little slacks!! & she's not like masc/butch explicitly but at the same time i'm like... she's never gotten to choose for herself either! & maybe she would! she could if she wanted! a little knight at the campfire, you know

& yah it's hard!! i've been out for over a decade & have gotten to have top surgery & be in a generally v safe & queer city + a wonderful marriage & community & like... i still cry over pants!! it's hard to be in a world that wasn't built for you, no matter how happy it is

BUT that being said yes to me queerness is the holiest thing in the whole world!! like whew, queerness DOES save the world; it is a relief & it is a joy & it is a miracle!

& i think, for me, at least, when i write bea, it's rly important to use the word lesbian for sure, but i also think like... there is something so so so beautiful about butches & dykes!!! & at least part of my journey has been falling in love with those words & that history & that deep joy. so in my fics i love writing bea getting to have some of that freedom & healing very specifically around like... not being femme!! she's a lesbian!!! maybe one day she would love the word dyke & all the gentle power it has held for so long. i don't really want it to be subtle bc i don't actually think after a few years of therapy & the world's most enthusiastic partner that bea would ever want anyone to think she's straight lol

& like god... i made myself emotional w a suit or a pair of pants & an older dyke where u just are like... oh. i can exist like this, so happy & so myself & so loved, for so long. & ava is wonderful so it's just kind of lovely to imagine bea just like... getting a masc haircut w the full freedom to love it or hate it bc ava is just :) i love you!!!!! & bea has never gotten to see if she would even Like that on herself before. bea trying on men's ("men's") clothes, picking out cologne bc she likes the way it smells better than perfume, etc etc etc. & in addition to her little button downs & slacks like... what would she want to wear during a lazy day at home? what would she want to wear to brunch on a sunday morning? ava is just in love so there's so, so many choices that open up to her!! she gets to just settle into what makes her happy & all the ways that's fluid & graceful & changing, none of which are defined by expectations of shutting the queer part of yourself off. all the beautiful expansiveness of queerness & this really gorgeous masculinity that's just There to explore. idk, it's wonderful lol & i feel like that freedom is just, for me, really nice to get to write. obviously if other ppl feel differently, that's also totally cool, but yeah, soft butch beatrice in all those variations forever

#give beatrice a hoodie 2k23 #honestly i feel like any aesthetic bea has or explores ava is so into lol

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princesshillaryellaworld25 · 14 days

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Sick Boyfriend roasts Demon Lila Sky and Immortal Cherry Rose

Demon Lila Sky: So Sick Boyfriend, how does it feel to lose another baby, meaning you won’t be able to give birth to your future kid huh? 😈

Sick BF: Jeez, idk how does it feel to be still single? 😏

Demon Lila Sky: *scoffs*

Immortal Cherry Rose: Did he just?

Shirozu: *trying not to laugh*

Sick BF: You’re like 26 and you’re still single, damn I almost feel bad for you, like those clothes you wearing right now 😏

Demon Lila Sky: Hey!

Immortal Cherry Rose: Pfff-

Shirozu: *snickering*

Demon Lila Sky: *grabs Sick Boyfriend by the shirt collar* WHY YOU LITTLE-

Sick BF: *gags* BLEH! When was the last time you brushed your teeth, Lila Sky?! It smells like 10 year expired taco bell bean burritos after you stuffed them into a microwave! 🤢

Demon Lila Sky: *scoffs*

Shirozu: Pfffffffff-

Sick BF: And seriously, when was the last time you took a shower too? You smell like the hell outhouse! 😏

Demon Lila Sky: *offended gasps*

Shirozu: PfffffHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!🤣

Demon Lila Sky: HOW DARE YOU?!😡

Sick BF: Hey, Don't blame me for being honest, you been hanging on with too many guys that you can't even keep one yourself~😏

Shirozu: HAHAHAHAHAHA-MAMA-MAMA-AHAHAHAHAAHAHA!🤣

Immortal Cherry Rose: Heh Heh, now that's funny 😏

Sick BF: Oh, Don't think I forgot about you Cherry, the only reason why you couldn't keep your legs closed to other people is because you've been dumped so many times I've lost count😏

Immortal Cherry Rose: *gasps* HOW DARE YOU?! 😠

Shirozu: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA- Mama, You're too funny, I-I can't breathe-AHAHAHAHAHAHAH🤣

Immortal Cherry Rose: YOU LITTLE BRAT! HOW DARE YOU INSULT US?!😡

Sick BF: Awww did I hurt you guys feelings🥹, Cry about it 😏

Demon Lila Sky: GRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

Shirozu: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Sick BF: Heh Heh, *to Shirozu* Sorry honey, did I almost made you pee on your self?

Shirozu: Hehehe No mama, it's fine you didn't. You so cool at roasting those two

Sick BF: I know I am😊

Demon Lila Sky: Grrrrrr normally, I would just kill the both of you right now but I want to save it for if someone comes to rescue you!

Sick BF: Aww you still mad I insulted you? 😏

Demon Lila Sky: UGH!

Immortal Cherry Rose: You know what, let's just put them back into the cell!

Demon Lila Sky: Fine.

Immortal Cherry Rose picked up Sick Boyfriend and Shirozu and send them back into the cell.

Meanwhile with Lila Sky:

Demon Lila Sky: Grrr I can't believe Sick Boyfriend had the audcity to insult me and Cherry Rose like that! Ugh! As if this day can't get any worse.....

Evil Guard: Uh Miss Lila Sky, we have a problem.....

Demon Lila Sky: *mind* I stand corrected....*sighs* What now.....

Evil Guard: W-Well the heroes are coming to r-rescue them and they found out where you two took them....

Demon Lila Sky: WHAT?!

Evil Guard: A-And they also took down Cursed Layla Miller

This angered Demon Lila Sky even more.

Demon Lila Sky: *pulls out Crystal ball and sees the others heading to their next destination* THOSE FUCKERS TOOK DOWN CURSED LAYLA MILLER?!

Evil Guard: Y-Yeah, M-Maybe they have a better chance of taking you two down?

Demon Lila Sky: Uhhhhh FUCK YOU!

Evil Guard: M-My apologises ma'am....

Demon Lila Sky: Grrrrr, you know what, they think they can take down one of my minions, fine, let's see if they can take down Demon Sick Girlfriend! Guard! Tell Demon Sick Girlfriend I have a mission for her!

Evil Guard: B-But ma'am, she scares me-

Demon Lila Sky: THAT'S AN ORDER!

Evil Guard: Yes ma'am! *flies to go to Demon Sick Girlfriend*

Demon Lila Sky: Hehehehe Let's see if they can take down an ex-pride demon~😈

#friday night funkin #fnf spongebob parodies #fnf au #sick boyfriend #shirozu #lila sky #cherry rose

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ofmermaidstories · 1 year

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Hey, Merms! 👋

You always do such a good job avoiding physical descriptions when writing the Y/N's, but lately I've been wondering: what kinds of clothes do you personally imagine them wearing? You once mentioned your "headcanons" for the kinds of perfume they might wear, and I thought that was super fun. Also, you always describe clothes so beautifully! The parts in something where Kenzo, Kihara, and Scribbles are going over the Hero Gala outfits are some of my favorites.

On that note, I'm especially curious about Scribbles' wardrobe, since Deku's poor fashion choices are always a point of major contention lol.

I love getting to play with clothing, in writing, because beyond just liking clothes, personally, narratively they serve such an important function in world/character-building. Clothes are so telling of a person! Which is why I find it so necessary to avoid it as much as humanly possible with a Y/N, unless there’s a narrative/meta reasoning for it (getting a new coat, scarf; being kitted out for a formal event. Indulging in high-end lingerie to showcase you do think about what you’re wearing, at least intimately, and thus giving you a reason to be judgemental of someone else’s poor tastes in fucking cargo pants). But okay, I’ll play. 👀 Putting everything under a cut, so those of our friends who don’t want the fun/fantasy of the Y/N they imagine ruined don’t have to see my subjective taste in fashion, LOL.

Let’s start off with my baby, Weedsy-woo.

Weeds would wear a lot of natural fibres, like 100% linen pants or dresses, woollen tops for the cooler months. Weeds was raised by Granddad, so Weed’s style would be unconsciously conservative, (high necklines, for example) especially on days when Weeds is working in the shop (which is most days lmao). Granddad was a practical man, though! So even though there’d be a unintentional romanticism in Weed’s choices (a lot of flowy cuts in the dresses and skirts), they’re made knowing that Weeds has to stand or work in them, and that they need to be comfortable and be able to handle, idk, getting wet from dripping flower ends, be about to get dirty and easily washable. There’d be a lot of soft colours (beiges and pale rosy pinks, sage greens) with the occasional vibrant pop of colour (a fun print of fluro pink and yellow and orange, for example, on a top maybe; or the red coat Akane gifts Weeds for Christmas, the yellow scarf from Katsuki). Once Katsuki comes into the picture and has carved out his own permanent space, some of his jackets would start appearing slung over a shop chair, or wrapped around Weeds in the early morning hours of the freezing warehouses of the flower markets.

Okay though, let’s talk my troublemarker Scribbles.

Scribbles is sloppy. Wide-leg men’s pants, fished out from a 200-yen bin at an op-shop. Old, well-worn band t-shirts that have given so much in slack they slip over the shoulder. A sarong from a little Bali-import store that Scribbles finds in Mum’s stuff, when Mum moves to New Zealand. Oversized mens shirts, fished out from that same op-shop, layered over crop tops and silky singlets. Scribbles would like cuts that show cleavage, because why spend good money on lingerie if you’re not going to show it off somehow?

But mostly, I don’t think Scribbles would really overthink things. Because Scribbles spends like, idk, 17 hours or something bent over a tablet/lightboard, trying to draw, the pieces Scribs wears have to be comfortable (cue the wide pants, the oversized shirts). Scribbles crawls out of bed at 8 am (after coming home at 4am), crawls into the first pair of pants that smell clean and then idk, a random top pulled from a basket, before throwing on on old painter’s overcoat, because the aircon can get kind of chilly. But because Scribbles is an artist (an artist raised by a model mother who adored fashion), Scribs has an unwitting eye for it—every piece in Scribble’s wardrobe can be mixed and matched. I’ve always, always, from day one imagined Scribbles to be the kind of Cool Girl that can make anything work, from sheer attitude alone, but I think the deck was stacked from the beginning for Scribs, too. I think it makes it doubly unfair that Scribbles is so mean about Deku’s choices LOL, because Scribbles just takes it for granted that of course people can dress well, so wtf is he doing with all those cheesy t-shirts? That kindergarten colour-blocking he has going on with the hero merch? Disgusting, pull yourself together, Deku.

#ofmermaidstories-asks #i enjoyed answering this one anon but now im worried scribbles isn’t cool enough to be as mean to deku as scribs is LOL #surrender-fic verse #passion for fashion: the dress-up tag

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barkspawn · 1 year

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Farmer’s first night sleeping over at Sam’s.

Sorry it took forever this one threw me through a loop (and idk whyyyy?) but I promise I tried™

I know I take forever but I LOVE doing these.

Amelia and Sam had been dating for a few weeks now and were practically inseparable. She didn't really know how she got so lucky to have someone as loving and attentive as Sam. He was always gentle with her, making sure she was okay with every touch, kiss, or even comments he'd make, worried he'd cross a line. He would do anything for her and she for him.

She sat on his bed, his head resting in her lap as they watched some cheesy old horror movie. Absently, she brushed her fingers through his hair, her fingers grazing over his scalp.

Amelia jumped, a small gasp escaping as thunder and a flash of lightning roared outside. Sam sat up quickly, looking her over, "hey, you okay?"

She laughed quietly, her hand on her chest, "oh, yeah. Sorry. I just didn't even know it was storming. Startled me.." she bit her bottom lip, thinking before she stood up, a clear pout playing at her lips, "that does mean I should go, though.. if it gets worse…"

"Ames, it's really bad already," Sam started, frowning as he glanced out the window. He turned to look at her, her lips curled down in a frown. Sam scanned her face carefully, "you could stay.. I certainly wouldn't mind having you here. But if you're uncomfortable, I don't want you to feel-"

"Yeah, I can stay.. if you're sure," she blurted, not even really thinking her answer through. Sam was standing in front of her, in no time flat. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, unable to conceal his excitement.

"I promise I won't cross any lines, alright?" He leaned in to kiss her forehead before moving quickly to his dresser to fish out his favorite pajamas before turning to offer them to her, "I can even step out while you change."

She took the clothes as she stood to press a kiss to the corner of his lips, "seems like you've thought about this before," she teased before shaking her head, "you don't need to leave. Just turn around."

He seemed to consider for a moment before turning around, allowing her time to change. The pure smell of him filled her as she pulled on his sweats and t-shirt, swimming in them despite him being a slender man to begin with.

When finished, she moved forward and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, "I'm all dressed. I should just steal all of your clothes and be this comfy forever."

He laughed, arching an eyebrow as he maneuvered in her grasp to turn and face her, "well I certainly can't fit in your clothes. What will I wear?"

She thought for a moment, trying and failing to appear to be genuinely considering, "you know, I didn't think of that," she smirked up at him, "I guess it's just an added bonus on my part."

He laughed and bent to kiss her, his lips once more capturing hers as she hummed in surprise. Still, her arms moved up around his neck, holding him there for a long moment before he pulled away.

"And what was that for?" She hummed, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw.

"You admitted it would be a win for me to be without clothes. There were a million and eight inappropriate comments, so instead I behaved."

She laughed aloud then before pulling away to steal his charger for a bit, just to top her battery off. After a moment, she heard an appreciative hum.

"Yeah, I kind of love you in my clothes,'' he started, grinning as he saw her face fade to red.

"Shut up.." she grumbled before turning back to him, "Alright. So, elephant in the room, how-"

"If you're trying to offer to sleep on the floor or something absurd like that, I'm going to need you to think again. You should definitely stay in my bed with me," a slow smile crept over her lips as he rambled. She could see he was nervous, and to be honest, so was she. They've cuddled before and of course they've made out more than a few times but they have been waiting to move forward with anything else. There was no way that he couldn't tell how inexperienced she was, and it would have to be a whole conversation. Yet, here they are, sleeping together in his bed, where she so often fantasized she'd be… She forced herself back to the moment, her eyebrow arching in response to his recommendation. As he saw, he continued, "Wait, you know I wouldn't try anything without.. or whatever.." His cheeks were tinged red as his hand moved to the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his, "I just really like the idea of holding you all night.. you know?"

Her smile reached her eyes as she gave a small nod in agreement, standing on her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight embrace. She felt his body relax as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Their bodies seemed to meld together perfectly, almost as if they were formed from the same mold. Not quite letting him go yet, she sighed, "and your mom won't freak out when I leave tomorrow in the same clothes?"

Sam chuckled and pulled back, his hands coming to rest on her waist as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, "she might not totally like the idea but she'll be fine. It's not like we're doing anything wrong," at the end, he smirked, his eyebrows raising ti warn her of the impending joke, "or anything too loud, of course. Which, let's be honest, is definitely what she thinks we'd be up to."

Despite the red tinging her cheeks, she rolled her eyes before meeting his gaze. His eyes were one of her favorite things about Sam. In the sunlight, they were almost the same blue as the sky or the clear blue ocean. They often brought her peace, just knowing how she could see herself staring into them until they were old and gray.

Amelia reached up and touched his face for just a moment before chuckling quietly, "so, definitely off topic, but it is ridiculously unfair how long and full your eyelashes are."

Sam's eyebrows raised, slightly lost in the transition of conversation. He didn't want to push conversation anywhere she didn't want to go, but to be fair, there was something incredibly sexy about how his clothes looked on her body. He should likely be thankful for the change of subject.

"Yeah? I can't say I've ever paid attention," he laughed, shaking his head a bit, "I kind of remember someone mentioning them back in high school?"

"Probably someone who had it bad for you," she hummed, her voice almost a tease, "I mean, how could anyone not?"

"I hardly remember her so clearly I didn't 'have it bad' for her."

The teasing smirk he gave was something she'd never get tired of, "good," she hummed before standing on her toes once more to steal another kiss. Just as their lips brushed, his bedroom door creaked open and Jodi stepped in seemingly not having noticed the two of them enveloped in one another. They stood beside one another now, his hand resting on her opposite hip.

"Oh! Amelia!" She smiled, her voice sugary sweet like it often was when she was putting on a front, "sorry, I thought I heard you head home a while ago!"

Amelia looked up at Sam, not entirely sure how to respond yet. She was always worried about sharing anything with Jodi or any of the group she shared as she knew the whole town would be gossiping by the following day.

"Oh, with how bad the storm is, I offered to let her stay the night," Sam jumped in, smiling down at Amelia briefly before he looked over at his mother. When Amelia looked over toward Jodi, she caught a hint of a frown as Jodi took in the scene before her: her son's girlfriend standing there in his clothing while her own clothes sat by the end of the bed.

"Oh Sam, that was very kind of you," her voice was a little more flat as she smiled before gesturing behind her, "Sam, could I speak with you for just a moment?"

"Sure, I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable!" Sam smiled, kissing the top of her head as he used his most welcoming tone. Amelia couldn't help but laugh.

They had closed his door behind them, so she wandered aimlessly, looking around his room curiously for the first time. Whenever she'd been there, he always had her full attention. She laughed to herself as she saw a half-empty bottle of hair product poking out of his dresser drawer. His look had always been dramatic, but Yoba, he wore it so well.

His room was so neat. Everything was dusted, his trash empty, and everything seemingly had its own place.

She caught a hint of Jodi's tone through the door and couldn't stop her curiosity. She moved closer, her steps as quiet as she could make them. She wanted to make out something of a hint as to what was wrong. She sounded stern and even a little frustrated. As she listened closely, she could barely make out Sam's response, "mom, I wouldn't… I really do think… I'm 24 and I pay… spend the night with my girlfriend, I'll invite her to do so. You know I'd never do anything disrespectful, mom. Vince's room is right there, for Yoba's sake," his voice grew clearer as she heard the two of them coming back to the room. Amelia moved, making herself look busy by looking over a poster on his wall.

Quietly, she heard Jodi speak behind the door, likely believing that Amelia couldn't hear, "Sam, if you do decide to…" she paused, clearing her breath, "be safe, okay?"

"Mom."

"I'm just saying!" She paused, deciding to add in a final thought, "and quiet, Samson."

"Mom."

Jodi held her hand up in defeat, though Amelia had no idea if it was meant to be a joke. She poked her head in and smiled, "Goodnight, Amelia. I'll make breakfast for everyone in the morning. Let me know if you need anything."

Amelia offered a kind smile, "Thanks, Jodi."

As she closed the door behind her, Sam was quick to move and lock it. Amelia knew how frustrating it was for him to have a mom who loomed over him even as an adult. But he couldn't get mad at her for it with Kent being deployed with little to no updates.

She walked forward and wrapped her arms around his waist in a tight hug, "everything okay?"

"Yeah, she's just doing that thing where she's pretending I'm in high school," he chuckled, moving to sit on the bed after she let go, "you know, the usual."

"I'm sorry, Sam. I can only imagine," she hummed, climbing onto the bed and sitting beside him, their backs to the wall, "we can lay down if you want. Get some sleep?"

He turned his head to look at her, his nod barely there as an almost devious look played at his lips. He shifted to lay down, his arm outstretched as he invited her into his arms, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. She traced small circles over his chest before turning to press lazy kisses to his jawline. She smirked to herself as she nipped his earlobe, resulting in a small, but sharp intake of air from him. He shifted so his eyes met hers, though barely inches apart.

"That's not sleeping, you know."

"I couldn't help it. I can't just… lay here and not take a nibble," she pouted playfully before cutting off his response with another small kiss followed by another that she didn't pull back from. He exhaled through his nose as he let himself melt into the kiss, his arm that rest around her pulling her closer to the point of lying partially on top of him.

Her hand had come to rest on his chest, moving up slowly and around to tangle her fingers in his hair, which resulted in an appreciative hum. She smiled a little against his lips, knowing that at the moment, he was pretty much putty in her hands. Agonizingly slowly, she moved, her tongue brushing along his lower lip. His response was hungry as his tongue met hers in a fight for control. Her light touch grew firm, her body reacting to his eagerness. Losing the fight, she allowed him control as their tongues danced in the kiss.

Her free hand moved to his side, trying to be sneaky in sliding her hand under his shirt, wanting to feel each groove in his back and chest. Her hand glided over his surprisingly smooth skin all the way to his ribs before he pulled back from the kiss, his breathing labored as he laughed.

"Are you trying to undress me?" He hummed, close enough that his breath was warm against her. He trailed his kisses down to meet her throat. She exhaled, any quip she might have had vanishing from thought. Before she even had a chance to speak, the sound of Vincent yelling for his mom as the little pats of his feet moved past Sam's door cut her off.

Right. The walls here are thin and now was not the time for any other firsts. They seemed to share the thought as Sam pulled her back into a cuddle, purely affectionate. She pressed one more loving kiss to his lips before resting her head back on his shoulder.

"Goodnight, Sam."

His chest shook lightly with his laugh, "g'night, Ames."

They lay there in silence for a while, Amelia almost having drifted to sleep before mumbling, "next time, you're sleeping over my house."

"Hmm?" Sam hummed, already mostly asleep. "For privacy," she yawned, her eyes falling closed again. He hummed in agreement and she smiled to herself, both excited and nervous to hear his thoughts on that implication when he's more awake and realizes what she said.

#stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley #stardew #sam stardew valley #stardew sam #sdv #oh look a one-shot #barkspawn oneshot

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toomanybandstocare · 2 years

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Hello hello!! If you could steal one piece of clothing from the older ST kids, what would you take? Feel free to imagine Eddie’s closet since he only wears one outfit 🤪 (maybe argyle too but idk)

Have a good night!!

Program: What clothes I would steal from the ST friends as their close friend or partner.

Counselors: Argyle, Robin, Jonathan, Billy, Steve, Eddie, and Nancy

Genre: Fluff, Headcanon

Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Counselor Notes: i love this question bc i am definitely the type of person to snag friend's or partner's clothing. also i came down with a head cold today and i want all the blankets/warm clothes :(

Argyle -> Surfer Boy Pizza Visor

I'm a huge hat person, but mostly with beanies and baseball caps. However, I love stealing people's hats. At a party onetime, I collected and wore as many hats as people let me borrow for the night. So during a bonfire night, I can definitely imagine meeting Argyle for the first time and ask him if I could borrow his visor. Through the night we just keep stealing it back from one another, and before I hand it back for the last time, I stuck my phone number on a piece a paper and tucked it into the velcro straps. Left him a blushing mess.

Robin -> Patch Jacket

I have my own that I've been working on since I was a sophomore in high school, and I think it would be really cute if we borrowed each other's jackets. Just casual days out where we wear each other's patch/pin jackets, and our friends try to figure out which one belongs to each of us. They've only ever seen us switch between them, and they never knew who the original owner was. I think it would be cute if we embroidered each other's names into the inside cuffs.

Jonathan -> Fuzz-Lined Jean Jacket or Oatmeal Sweater

I want a bomber style jacket so badly, but these jackets are sososo cozy looking as well. I am also a sucker for sailor knit/cable knit sweaters, and I will steal both at some point I definitely stole it after going pumpkin and apple picking on a cold autumn day, and he never really noticed. Just made sure to pull the collar close to my neck so I wouldn't get cold. When we hang out with everyone next, someone asks if that's his jacket I'm wearing, and he just smiles all warm and cute at me.

Billy -> Brown Leather Jacket and Red Button Down Shirt

I put style almost above all else, but coming from New England, I'm really good at finding stylish and useful clothing. Otherwise, I will freeze to death. When it comes to the rain, however, I will opt out of wearing a jacket or bring an umbrella, because I want to feel the rain hit my skin. I love it. But one day, after a shift at the diner, I didn't realize it was going to rain so hard, and I have to call Billy to pick me up. He dashes in and wraps me up in his jacket before we both book it back to his car. When we get home to our apartment, I take a shower while he makes dinner. I steal his red button down shirt that was strewn across the room and join him for a cozy night in.

Steve -> Yellow Sweater

You cannot tell me that this is not his favorite sweater ever, and that it smells exactly like him. I have to be very careful with how I acquire this piece, because he will not let it out of his sight. Steve is definitely onto how sneaky I am with how much clothes I steal, and he will not let me steal this one. It's his comfort clothing item. But after a long day of classes and building stress and anxiety, I just crash in our apartment bedroom and sob. Burrowing under the cover, chest heaving, puffy eyes, I don't even hear Steve come back from his afternoon classes. He immediately comes over and pulls me out to check what's wrong, and once I've calmed down, he carefully detangles himself and grabs his sweater from the closet. Pulls it over me and just lets me lay on his chest to listen to his heart.

Eddie -> Pants with the Belt

As much as I want to steal his jacket, I'll choose another clothing item to be original. But please ask me about how I stole his jacket one time. I typically fall out of bed at the last minute possible to be on time to meetings or classes, because I love how warm my bed is or because I never sleep. And if Eddie stayed the night??? Yeah, neither of us want to get up and leave the cuddle bundle. But exam day waits for no one, and I have to rush out of the house. Grabbing his pants and one of my shirts, I'm clicking the buckle to make it fit as best as I can while running out the door. I am a sucker and hopeless romantic when it comes to boyfriend jeans.

Nancy -> Oatmeal Turtleneck Sweater

This was hard, because she and I are on opposite sides of the style spectrum. BUT SHE HAS AN OATMEAL TURTLE NECK THAT I NEED. That is this softest, wool I have ever seen. Getting ready to go out to get groceries once the roads have been cleared from the snow storm last night, I grab her sweater, because it's like being wrapped up in a blanket. We were having a movie marathon the night before when the unexpected storm settled in, so we both agreed it was too dangerous to drive. An impromptu sleepover with soft chats, gentle touches, and tangled cuddles. The faint scent of her perfume still lingers on the comfy, slightly coarse yarn. She gives me the sweetest forehead kiss when she turns to ask if I'm ready.

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the-bluerecluse · 1 year

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Alphas and Betas Keeping Omegas Safe - CH. 1

MHA- Dekubowl (Deku x everyone (but really just Deku x Class 1a minus Mineta cause he got expelled or something idk fuck him)) | SFW Omegaverse

Summary: Izuku Midoriya, one of the few omegas to ever make it into the hero course, has seen his fair share of sexism. He did grow up quirkless AND omega, after all. One day while out and about, he has a run in with some organization... ABKOS. They talk big about wanting to keep omegas safe, but what does that really mean? | LINK TO THIS ON AO3 (incaseideletethisoffmytumblroneday)

SFW Angst/Fluff

ive been editing and re-editing this over and over and i just need to get this out and post. i recently got sfw omegaverse brainrot from two really good series ill link below that this is heavily inspired by. this is all gonna be sfw and imma make into a whole damn series im so obsessed with this concept. this is all my longest ever completed chaptered fic i think?

inspiration: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1539151 // https://archiveofourown.org/series/1701352

Warnings: kidnapping, sexism, implied terrorism, hate group, bigotry, hospitalization, torture?? kinda??,

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The first encounter he'd had with ABKOS... It was after the sports festival but before they had moved into dorms.

Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida were on a little shopping trip, stopping at a grocery store nearby for snacks. It was a fun trip full of chatter and smiles. They discussed what they wanted for the future and as heroes, what they thought of their classes and teachers, and even what funny videos they'd been watching recently. It was great.

Well, it was, until a couple members of ABKOS made an appearance.

"They're rumors of Ryukyu doing a team-up mission soon. Who do you think she'll team up with? A long range fighter or a speed-type hero?" Midoriya chatted idly as he looked at a new brand of chips. He wasn't usually one for snacking but a treat was nice, plus Aoyama had recommended it. Their tastes didn't usually overlap but it was worth looking into.

"Ryukyu's so cool! I love her style!" Uraraka responded, peeking over Midoriya's shoulder to look at the snack. "She's already pretty fast. Maybe someone who can do things in small spaces? Her quirk's not really good for that."

"You. You're that omega hero student everyone's talking about."

Midoriya looked up from his snack. To his left, two people approached. From their smells, both were alphas. One was shorter than the other, with darker hair while the taller one had lighter hair and some type of horns, most likely a quirk. Both were wearing shirts with some sort of logo on them. It was a simple white graphic of an omega symbol combined with a peace sign. Below it read A.B.K.O.S.

Uraraka and Iida tightened their gaze on them. What did his omega status have to do with anything?

"Um. I-I guess?" Midoriya offered a nervous smile.

"You're not even wearing a collar in public, huh?" The taller one sneered.

Midoriya stiffened. A collar? Was he letting out too much scent?

"He doesn't have to wear a collar if he doesn't want to." Uraraka was quick to defend.

"He shouldn't have any say it. Are you his packmate?" The shorter spoke in an infuriatingly calm tone. It wasn't mean or aggressive, it was as if he was calmly informing them of facts.

The three students balked. Iida regained his composure quicker than the other two, though don't be fooled, he was positively fuming, and responded. "We are not pack. Though we don't appreciate your comment either way."

"Yeah, Deku doesn't belong to anyone!" The beta added, more obviously angry than Iida.

"You're an alpha, surely you smell him, right?" The taller one looked at Iida like he was the only one making sense. "Flaunting his scent and that body like we're all just supposed to ignore him?"

"How dare you!" Uraraka exclaimed.

"Come on, it's just common sense." The taller one scoffed. The other gestured to the logo on his shirt.

"We're a part of ABKOS. Alphas and Betas Keeping Omegas Safe. We just want omegas to be safe, and they're safer wearing collars." Again, the annoyingly peaceful tone.

Uraraka had fire in her eyes and seemed ready to act. Iida put a hand on her. "We will be taking our leave now." He looked over his shoulder to his fellow students and spoke in a quieter tone. "Ignore them."

The taller ABKOS member didn't seem to appreciate that. "Don't ignore the truth, you brats."

"Yeah, we're just looking out for omegas. It's your generation that's destroying tradition and keeping omegas where they shouldn't be."

Uraraka grabbed onto Deku's arm and pulled him out of the store with Iida lagging behind to put himself between them and the ABKOS members.

"What a bunch of creeps! Talking to us like that. Talking to Deku like that!" Uraraka ranted as they left the store.

Midoriya rubbed his hand absentmindedly over the scars on his other hand. He hadn't said anything since one of them mentioned collars, then it was all downhill from there.

Omega.

He should be used to that by now right? All through middle school... "Quirkless Omega" made him into a bright red target. Insults, beatings... and... stuff he doesn't want to think about ever again.

He should be used to his secondary gender making him a target.

But... maybe a part of him thought that adults would be better. That part of him was clearly holding out hope for nothing.

It would always be this way.

"Don't let them get to you, Deku." Uraraka nudged his shoulder with a smile. "It's just two people. The world isn't like that anymore."

Midoriya offered a small smile. "Yeah."

...

Midoriya arrived at home and suddenly realized he never got any snacks because of what happened. With a sigh, he waved a hello to his mom as he made his way to his room. His mind kept coming back to something.

ABKOS... it was sticking in his head. ABKOS.

What in the world was ABKOS? An organization for keeping omegas safe? And why were they acting like that? Did they honestly believe the things they were saying?

He pulled out his phone and looked it up.

The first result. ABKOS - Alphas and Betas Keeping Omegas Safe

He clicked, expecting some news report about a terrible group of backwards thinkers. Instead, he was taken to their official site. It was a whole organization.

The banner at the top had a picture of two taller people with a much smaller person wearing a collar and... bracelets? They were all smiling. Beside it read "Alphas and Betas Keeping Omegas Safe - Let's return to a traditional time where Omegas were kept safe at home."

Midoriya winced. How was this an official organization? How were they getting money? How were they getting support?

Then he saw just below the banner. "Over 1 million members around the globe!"

One. Million. Members?

That had to be a lie right? Surely there's not a million people who agree with this? Who are okay with this line of thinking?

Below the banner and tagline seemed to be a feed of news stories and calls to actions. The one at the top made Midoriya's eyes widen.

"Boycott U.A. for letting an omega be a hero!"

The text beneath the headline. "The famous UA high, a school for aspiring heroes, has allowed a small omega boy to train to be a pro. You can see in the clips from the sports festival of the poor child hurting himself with his quirk. Omegas were not meant to be heroes or to be put in any kind of danger. History has taught us... (Click to read more)"

To the side were links to their official accounts on many well-known social media. How these platforms allowed this group to have official accounts, Midoriya had no idea. There was a link to become a member or to renew your membership. At the bottom was a picture of many smaller people wearing those collars and bracelets, all smiling. There was a caption. "All omegas deserve to be happy and safe."

At the top were links for donations, volunteer opportunities, employment options, and an about section.

Midoriya clicked the 'about' section.

"ABKOS is a worldwide organization dedicated to keeping omegas safe and happy and returning to a more traditional time where genders were better understood. Omegas are biologically frailer and in need of care. They must be loved and cared for at home so they may be happy, safe, and raise the next generation of pups into the world.

"In this modern society, young omegas are brainwashed into believing they should engage in careers or activities made for alphas or betas and actively put themselves in dangerous and stressful situations which they were not built to handle.

"We take in injured and sick omegas and help heal them in our state-of-the-art facilities and help them find packs of their own. We have medical and psychiatric professionals ready to help any omegas in need."

Below was a 'Technology section'.

"We have worked closely with Gamma Laboratories to design the next step in collar technology: The O-Collar and the O-Bracelets. Designed to keep out 99% of scents, these stylish accessories will give your omegas a sense of pack pride and self confidence as well as keep their smells from attracting others. Order the Electro-O-Collars and bracelets and be able to give your Omegas a small harmless shock when they may engage in something dangerous for them or your pack. Guaranteed to help guide your Omega into a better headspace!"

Shock collars? Like animals? What the Hell was with these people? How was this even legal?

Midoriya felt tears in his eyes. These people... They wanted him in shock collars and to be used like a breeding machine. What was wrong with the world?!

"Izuku? Dinner's ready!" His mother called.

Midoriya sniffed and wiped his eyes. He shouldn't be reading stuff like that. It was only going to make him upset. So he closed the tab on his phone and left for dinner to leave it all behind him.

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lesless · 1 year

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After a lot of trial & error over many years, I've tried cheap vs expensive stuff & found that some stuff just isn't worth it...but some stuff is. This list is more to do with QUALITY for the price vs enjoyment so, grain of salt.

Expensive shampoo - yes. I like Moroccan Oil shampoo but I water it down by about half & my hair likes that better + lasts longer

Expensive chapstick - absolutely not. I got a trial of this Summer Friday's (& others) that smells great but it makes my lips peel vs Walgreens lip balm with a little tint is great!

Expensive makeup - mostly no. The 1 expensive makeup product I like is a tinted sunscreen (Ilia), everything else is whatever. Most of the expensive stuff I tried were gifts bc my friend had an ipsy thing.

Expensive lotion - also no. I live in a cold, high-altitude place after years in humid sea-level conditions so my skin does not do well & Neutrogena Hydro Boost Body Moisturizing Gel Cream with Hyaluronic Acid ($10-14) is the best thing ever. I like a good-smelling hand lotion too, so The Naked Bee Orange Blossom is a wonderful, effective, good-smelling alternative at $8 for a bag-sized tube.

Expensive skincare - mostly no. I like IT Cosmetics Glycolic Acid Peel which is normally like $50 but you can find it elsewhere for half the price. I put some of the Neutrogina face lotion ($18, the Walgreens or grocer knock-off's work just as well for around $10) on on top & my skin is super happy in the morning.

Expensive soap - No. I like to buy hand-made bar soaps from local shops or the Farmer's Market & they are cheap & delightful.

Expensive perfume - no. Just no. I was gifted some & splurged on some a few times & the smell fades just as fast as normal perfume imo, my favorite perfume is from Old Navy & under $20. I mean unless you're getting some ambergris shit I guess? I read that is salvaged without hurting the whale but idk man. Never tried, but someone much more bougie than I am said it's legit lmao.

Expensive deodorant - also no. I know this sounds strange but I was looking for a natural deodorant for a while bc I don't want aluminum on my lymph nodes but Old Spice is more effective & aluminum-free

Expensive shoes - most of the time, worth it. I have a really sturdy pair of hiking shoes that I got on sale for $50 but retailed at $140-ish & they are important. I also have a thrifted pair of leather booties ($20 vs $130), a pair of leather work shoes ($80 I think) that still look great after loads of walking & keep my feet warm. My favorite sneakers are expensive ($80?) but I wait until I get a coupon or they are on sale, I just bought a backup pair of Cole Haan's on sale because they have lasted beautifully & comfortably after 60K steps. However, I'd NEVER spend big $ on heels unless you wear them regularly for work, my $20 Target heels with an ankle strap have served me well for weddings & date nights & still look new!

Expensive bags - not typically. I'm not a purse girly so spending more than $30 on plastic seems ridiculous to me. However, I did invest in a nice hiking backpack, & a little leather backpack I found on sale for day trips. The vast majority of the time however I just use a $5 linen tote. I found my luggage at a discount store for $25.

Expensive sunglasses - no. I really don't get this one, my friend likes nice sunglasses but I never brought myself to try. My favorite pair of hiking sunglasses were $30 & that was the most expensive pair I owned, but they are Humps & are nigh industructable. After a year of heavy use when they started to show ware, I still didn't feel like it was worth it to re-invest.

Expensive clothes - this one is really, really variable. A good, all-purpose coat is worth the $$. I have a Carhartt that is my go-to but I live in a cold climate & I don't tolerate the cold well. Alpaca, wool, canvas, denim, are worth the cash. Leather mittens are a good buy, but I don't have a pair yet (just borrowed). T-shirts--not so much, you can find $5 100% cotton tees at various stores, & some of my favorite shirts were $3-10 at the discount store. I also invest in nice denim pants, because I have such few pairs (4) & I wear them TONS, shorts not so much. I mean, they don't need to be durable. Linen tops are a great buy if you live in a hot climate, I found mine for $23. Expensive workout clothes are a joke tbh, the nicest pair I have I bought second-hand for the cost of a cheap pair & they are only marginally nicer to wear if you have a texture thing, & no more durable. My cheap swimwear looks good & lasts forever, but I have learned that more pricey sweaters are worth it if you live in a good climate--but again, the material really matters. I don't think expensive undies are worth it either, again 100% cotton underthings are easy to come by cheap & since you should replace those every few years I don't get the allure of spending the money, though I do have a mid-range bra for good support & comfort! If you get a good leather belt in black & brown you'll never need another. Socks are socks & you can buy these cheap (my friend likes expensive socks??? why??) even if you are getting wool.

Expensive bedding - yes. Okay but I will caveat this with I am a texture person, & I don't like sleeping in blends, & blends pill, so we split the purchase of a good set of cotton sheets that I've already repaired via hand-sewing; these are perfect during hot summers with no AC. A nice quilt is warm & a work of art. A hide blanket is extra warm in winter. A soft duvet & sturdy insert are nice in winter, too. A good pillow is important. All of these will last forever with care & maintenance. Learn how to sew at least minor repairs!

Expensive cars - I don't get this one, & I've never invested in a nice car but my dad was a car guy & it seems a waste of money to me. My car was second-hand, runs great, looks nice, who cares? GOOD TIRES are a yes though.

Expensive gear - depends on what you do & how much you do it. A good hiking backpack was a life-saver for me, but I do a lot of hiking. Our tents were on the low end & both are functional. My sleeping bag/mats are high-quality & a blend of new & second-hand. A good laptop is something you shouldn't have to buy more than every 8 years imo but that depends on what you do with it, too. Our kayaks, second-hand and self-repaired, float just as well as our friend's $800 kayak. Our 2-for-$20 paddles move water just as well, too. My secondhand snow shoes walk fine.

Expensive journals/sketchbooks/pens/etc. - no. I like my Moleskin & I have a cute quill pen with refillable ink, $20 for a journal seems like a lot but they last through years of carry & use. My pens were $8 & 20 refills are $20 but these also last forever. I don't get the market for other stuff though. My sketchbooks are great & from the discount store, my cheap paints & brushes work just as well as nice ones I was gifted, but I'm not a pro painter or anything. I might change my tune if that were the case?

Expensive cookware - in moderation. We split the purchase of stainless steel pots/pans set, I think it was $60 which isn't bad for something that will also last forever. Cast irons are plentiful, cheap, durable, repairable. I don't get the appliance game though, I think appliances are a silly thing to spend a bunch of money on, then again I'm renting sooooo I might just be ignorant.

Expensive furniture - no. We have a great couch from Ikea, tables/chairs are all second-hand. Bookshelves were on sale, as was our bed frame. I think our house looks nice, & my friends $3,000 couch isn't special at all to me, just anxiety-inducing.

#me #this list is based on durability & function for the price #Obvs if you have A Thing that you love to use or use a lot it's worth the investment!

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calehenituse-brainrot · 2 years

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Okay I know I requested earlier this week- apologies- BUT! What about Cale with an s/o who CONSTANTLY steals his clothes, like their wardrobe is made of his stolen clothes cuz he's got an amazing sense of style. Fashion icon 💅

Also good luck with your assignments! Take breaks!

AHHHH THIS IS SO AKJHSFKFJH

also thank you <33

i'll probably be taking a break after this since i still have a lot of assignments and personal things going on :) might come back with a piercing or two idk lol

WARNING: implied/references to sex

It was a bit hard to notice if your clothes are slowly going missing one by one when you're a nobleman from a wealthy family who can easily just buy another set of expensive, luxurious-looking clothes for yourself perhaps every single day.

And since Cale himself doesn't really care for fashion (at least not when it is called for), it's even harder for him to notice it.

You know this all quite well.

The first time it happened wasn't because you actually wanted to steal his shirt.

It just happened that the two of you just had a very passionate morning and you, being reminded that you have work, scrambled to find a shirt to wear, taking one of Cale's from the wardrobe.

You had practically walked around doing some of your duties in the morning wearing Cale's shirt and your slightly ruffled trousers. You somehow made it work for the first few hours in the morning before having to take a bath and change your clothes since you felt a bit sticky.

The shirt stayed with you since you thought that you looked good with it even though it was a bit big for you. Also, you can smell the soap he wears and the familiar scent made you feel all warm and giggly.

The next time it happened, you made sure to grab his shirt.

And then the next one, and the next one, and perhaps you had even come to his room with the sole purpose of taking a shirt or two.

Or a coat.

Or a vest.

Bottom line, you were stealing his clothes.

"My, it seems we need to buy more clothes for you, Young Master."

Cale raised an eyebrow at Ron's words as he stared at himself in the mirror. "What do you mean?"

Ron hummed, giving Cale a benign smile. "Hm, it seems most of your clothes have gone missing."

Cale frowned. Who'd steal from him when he has such a scary butler? The thought of even walking near Ron was already scary, but to go under his nose and try to steal from this household? That's--

"You know who it is," Cale stated. There's no way Ron didn't know who was stealing all of his clothes, but he was letting the culprit run free, then that means this person poses no harm to them all.

If they were, Ron would have done the job much earlier.

Ron grinned, looking at Cale with a gaze that set the red-haired man shivering. "Do I, now?"

Cale turned the other way. "I-I'll just ask the kids about it."

Ron nodded. "Perhaps they'll provide you with answers."

Cale couldn't help but feel like it was going to be a long day.

He went to the kids just as he had said to Ron, inquiring about whether they have seen someone leaving in and out of his room, in which they all told him that he must've gone crazy.

"Who could go past us and the Grandpa like that?" On had questioned back, her furry silver tail swishing back and forth.

"That's right, nya!" Hong added, grinning at Cale.

Then Cale noticed the way Raon was avoiding his eyes and answering anxiously.

"I-I know nothing, human!"

Oh?

Cale stared at the black dragon. So the culprit has managed to gain the favor of his kids, too?

Seeing how On and Hong was staring at the nervous dragon as he spoke, Cale knew they seemed to have already planned out their answers if he were to ask them.

'I see,' thought Cale. 'It seems this has been happening for a long time.'

"I see," Cale told the dragon, seeing Raon looking back at him nervously. "I had asked you because I thought that the great and mighty dragon would know something."

"U-uh!" Raon turned to fully face Cale who seemed a bit sad. "I-I...!"

Cale folded his arms in front of his chest and nod. "Alright, since you don't know anything, I'll just ask someone else."

As he turned around, he can hear the kids talking.

"That was close!"

Just as he was walking away, you passed by him with a stack of papers in your hand with Hans by your side.

"Oh, Cale!" You greeted him with a grin, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I'm surprised you're already up."

"Yes," Cale muttered, turning to Hans. "Hans, have you noticed anyone coming in and out of my room lately? Some of my clothes have gone missing."

Hans blinked. "Oh, I don't think so, Young Master."

Cale noticed how you stilled, able to see the clear panic on your face no matter how hard you try to keep it in. He turned to you, raising an eyebrow.

"How did you know?" You questioned.

"Ron told me," he answered, in which he then heard you let out a cough and covered it up with a laugh. "Ron doesn't know what he's talking about. He's gone senile with his old age."

Cale frowned. Ron? Senile with old age? That's impossible. You were saying crazy things even though you know just how capable and scary the old man was.

"Anyways, don't think about it too much," you told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek again. "Hans and I still have a lot of things to go through so we'll be leaving now. Take care."

You left with Hans, leaving Cale to look at your back.

Cale had seen the shirt you were wearing before and the coat you had on and he sighed.

Why didn't he think of you as the culprit before?

He waited until you got back home, asking Ron to inform him if you've gone into your room, in which the old man had given him a grin and nodded, telling Cale he'd tell him as soon as possible.

It was around seven in the evening when you finally went back into your room and even though a bit tired, he went into your room, knocking on the door and opening it once you've given him permission.

He entered, looking at you who were still wearing your work clothes -- well, his clothes.

"I knew it," he said. "You're the one taking my clothes."

Your smile dropped. "Dammit, I thought you wouldn't notice. Damn Ron."

Cale placed a hand on his hip, raising an eyebrow. "How did you get the kids to cover for you?"

"I promised them all of my desserts," you answered, whining. "Damn it."

"Is there something wrong with your clothes?" Cale asked earnestly. "Do you want me to buy new ones?"

"No--!" You whined, wrapping your arms around the dense man. "My clothes are fine. I just like yours better."

Cale frowned, looking down at you. "Why...?"

"Because it smells like you? Feels like you're with me even though you're not," you mumbled.

Cale hummed, holding your waist and squeezing them. He didn't really think of that before.

"You could have just asked," Cale said, pressing his lips to the top of your head. "I would have given them to you instead of having you sneaking out with them."

"It was more fun," you replied, releasing your hug and showing off the shirt on you. "Also, I look cool wearing your clothes, don't I?"

Cale looked at you up and down, seeing his clothes were tucked into your trousers and the sleeves rolled up. It was a bit of a messy look since it was the end of the day but Cale could see that although unconventional for women, you looked good with it.

"It would be preferable if they're on the floor instead."

Your face flushed red. "I was trying to be cute."

"Mhm, it's working."

Cale smiled at your red face, lifting his hand so he can caress your cheeks. "You look good wearing my clothes, but next time, don't let the kids eat too many desserts."

"Okay, okay."

#cale henituse #cale henituse x reader #x reader #trash of the count's family #totcf #tcf cale #lout of the count’s family

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scmg11 · 2 years

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I just notice that we almost don't have fics of charlie from bumblebee so i was wondering if you could do a reader x charlie, something fluffy idk, im so gay for her. Anyways, i love your writing and im obsess with your account!!

CHARLIE WATSON x READER

FIXING YOU (PART 1)

A/N: A TRIPLE UPDATE IN A DAY?! Yes, it is! This is me making amends for not updating for a while!

I saw this request and I literally screamed! Charlie is a baby that need to be protected and loved. She has a special place in my heart ❤️

I hope you like this, because I plan on writing a sort of retelling of Bumblebee! 🐝❤️

As always let me know what you guys think! 🤓

PS: thank you so much for reading, liking and commenting my stories, it really means the world to me 🥺❤️

Sending love ❤️

Summary: Charlie and Y/N meet in a sticky accident and immediately clicks. Then a special yellow beetle will bring a few funny adventures in their lives.

Warnings: none, just pure fluff.

Word count: 3543 words.

Charlie sighed loudly as she swept her eyes from side to side, observing teenagers laughing and having fun while she had to wear a silly outfit and a stupid hat for a work that she needed if she wanted the Corvette to be finished and ready to go.

"Watson, stop lazing around and fry those hot dogs. The customers are waiting." The annoying voice of her boss pulled Charlie out of her trance, causing the brunette to roll her eyes and resume her stupid job. She filled two cups with fresh lemonade she enthusiastically prepared half an hour ago, grabbed two ‘hot dogs on a stick’ and walked out of the stand to go serve the couple waiting for their order.

Suddenly she felt a hand push on her left shoulder, causing Charlie to lose her balance and stumble forward before her body collided with another one and spilled the two cups of lemonade all over the stranger’s clothes. "Oh my god! I’m so so so sorry! I- I- someone pus-"

"Watson, always so clumsy!" Tina rolled a strand of her blonde hair around her fingers while a sneer curled around her lips.

"It’s fine, really. I hate this shirt." Y/N joked with a soft chuckle as she tried to push her wet shirt away from her body without exposing strips of skin to the audience that gathered around them. "There’s nothing to see here. Go have fun or something!" Y/N waved her free hand around as people started to walk away from them, except Tina and her annoying friends. "Tina, I know you pushed her."

"I did not do such a thing! Maybe it was that horrific hat that made her loose her balance!" Y/N lifted her eyebrow up inquisitively with her arms crossed under her chest, but Tina just rolled her eyes and threw the corndog she was eating right in Charlie’s face, "it’s time to clean up, loser." And then walked away.

"I hate that bitch." Y/N murmured as her gaze followed Tina for a few more seconds before focusing on the cute brunette now crouched down to clean up the mess she made. "Here, let me help you."

"You don’t have to. I am truly sorry for that. I’m gonna buy you a new shirt." Charlie looked up from the ground to stare into the stranger’s warm Y/E/C eyes before focusing her attention back on the ground to resume hastily shoving everything back on the tray.

"There’s no need for that."

"But-"

"Here’s our deal. You’re forgiven if you offer me a cup of lemonade." Y/N let her charming smile take over features and Charlie tried to tame the blush ready to settle on her cheeks at that dizzy sight. "This-" she gestured to her t-shirt, "smells amazing." Charlie let out a loud, freeing laugh, amazed at how this beautiful stranger got her to laugh, to really laugh after all this time.

"Okay, stranger-"

"Y/N."

"Y/N." The brunette parroted to roll the other girl’s name on her tongue once, inebriating her mind at how good her name felt coming from her lips, before she introduced herself, "I’m Charlie." The brown eyed girl balanced the now full tray on one hand to take Y/N’s one in a clammy handshake, their skin sticky due to the lemonade that spilled over them, and smiled at her, "well, Y/N, let me just throw this away so I can seal our deal." On their walk back to the ’hot dog on a stick’ booth, Charlie threw everything away then prepared two more cups of lemonade and two more corndogs to serve their waiting customers, before walking back into the booth to serve Y/N, now sitting on the stool right in front of the counter of the booth, a freshly made cup of lemonade. "Here you go."

"Thanks." Y/N took a tentative sip, humming in appreciation at the bitter taste flooding her tastebuds and quenching her thirst. "This is really good when it’s not on your clothes." Y/N smirked at Charlie through the rim of her cup after taking another sip.

"Ugh, I’m truly sorry." Charlie slapped her hand on her forehead and shielded her blushing, embarrassed face from Y/N scrutinizing gaze.

"Hey, stop. I was teasing. It’s fine, really." Y/N focused on the small, appreciating smile Charlie was giving her after she took her hand off her face for just a few moments, before asking a question, "I’m curious, though. What did you do to Tina to make her treat you that way?"

"Nothing. She just likes to torture people that aren’t as rich and popular as her."

"I hate this kind of people. They feel like they are on top of the world when in fact are just dumb assholes."

"I can’t argue with that." Charlie chuckled softly and tapped her own cup of lemonade with Y/N’s one in agreement. "And you?"

"What about me?"

"You’re new here, right?"

"Yes. I moved here last month. And I have to say, I quite like it here. Especially for the people." Y/N winked at Charlie, watching a small blush roll down her cheeks and neck, as both finished their lemonade, exchanging small talks.

"Watson. It’s closing time."

"Damn, time flied fast." Y/N looked behind Charlie to stare at the clock and just now noticing they spent nearly two hours talking and getting to know each other. Y/N patiently waited for Charlie to take her uniform off and put her clothes back on, before they both started walking in the direction Charlie’s house was. "So you basically forced yourself to endure dressing up as a candy to fix your Corvette? Damn Watson, I’m sorry for you."

Charlie snorted at the teasing and pushed Y/N softly on her shoulder, already liking their witty banter, feeling like they have known each other for years. "Well replacement parts are expensive. So yeah, I need to dress up as a colorful candy to have enough money to buy them."

"It’s a shame you took that uniform off. Even tho I like your style, those colorful clothes suited you." Y/N mocked Charlie some more and didn’t even try to dodge the gentle punch Charlie thew her way and landed on her arm as both laughed care-freely. "But if you want, I can help you with fixing the Corvette. I worked as a mechanic last summer."

"You kidding me?" Charlie asked with a small, excited smile, waiting for Y/N to laugh at her own joke but when she found a serious expression, she squealed loudly and side-hugged Y/N tightly, "thank you! It would be so much fun working together on the Corvette!" They walked a few more minutes before arriving in Charlie’s driveway. "I didn’t notice we walked towards my house. Do you need a ride to your house? I can take you with my bike."

"There’s no need. We happen to live really close." Y/N turned around to point at the house right in front of Charlie’s one, "I live there."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Nope." Y/N let her eyes linger in Charlie’s brown ones for a couple of more seconds, before smiling warmly at the girl and clapping her hands together in excitement, "so, where’s this Corvette you were talking about?" Charlie’s smile became almost blinding as she grabbed Y/N’s wrist and sprinted them towards her house and walked them into her garage.

"Nice place Watson." Y/N took a quick look around, her eyes sweeping over a big collection of vinyls, cassettes scattered around on a big table, tools pinned on the walls before her eyes landed on the Corvette parked in front of her. Unintentionally her eyes focused on a picture pinned on the wall right behind the Corvette and the question she asked right after was empty of malice and full of mere curiosity, "is that your dad?" She turned around and watched Charlie break their staring contest to look down at her hands, now wringing together nervously.

"Yeah- hum-"

"Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me now, or ever. If you want to and when you’re ready, I’m here. I mean it." Y/N sensed Charlie’s discomfort and uncertainty and walked over to her to stop her rambling by putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. Charlie smiled appreciatively at her as her eyes sprinkled with unshed tears from the thoughtfulness Y/N just showed her.

"Thank you." Charlie whispered between them, breaking their intense eye contact to close her eyes and get rid of the tears still present in them.

"Now, shall we begin? Show me what’s the problem."

Charlie showed her all the broken pieces she needed to fix, before they started working on a few of them that were fixable without using replacement parts. A few hours later they heard a knock on the door, pulling both of their attention from the broken radio to the short woman walking into the garage.

"Charlie, I know you don’t want to be disturbed but I wanted to inform you dinner is almost ready- oh I didn’t know we had guests."

"Hello Mrs. Watson, I’m Y/N." Y/N quickly leaned her hands on the closed car door for leverage as jumped out of the corvette - Charlie definitely didn’t find that gesture hot as hell - and walked over Charlie’s mom, extending her hand to shake hers in greeting.

"Oh you can call me Sally, dear. Do you want to stay for dinner?"

Y/N smiled politely at the gentle invitation, "I don’t really want to overstay my welcome."

"Oh please, you’re the first person I see here beside Charlie. I would be happy if you stayed." Y/N then accepted Sally’s invite and stayed over for dinner. Charlie asked her mom if they could eat here so they could continue with their work, causing her mom to roll her eyes fondly but to accept her request.

"Dinner in a garage. Quite romantic Charlie Watson." Y/N quipped as she threw a French fry at the brunette sat in front of her in the Corvette. They were sitting in the car, facing each other with their backs leaning on the car door and their legs entwined together on the leather seat between them, just about finishing their dinner.

Charlie thanked the faint light in the room for covering her blush up as she ducked her head down to grab the French fry Y/N threw at her that landed on her stomach and chewed on it, before quickly grabbing one too and throwing it at Y/N, the girl catching it with her mouth with surprisingly no effort.

"So you moved here from Chicago because your mom got a job on the local newspaper."

"Yeah, she wanted a change of scenery. After my dad cheated on her, she was miserable. When a few months later, my girlfriend cheated on me with the school’s jock, my mom decided we needed a getaway. So here we are."

Charlie let the butterflies fly around her stomach at Y/N mentioning her ex-girlfriend for just a few moments before suppressing them and locking the hope already poking the back of her mind away. "I’m sorry for you. Both of you."

"It was a few months ago. We both got over it." Y/N shrugged and smiled softly up at Charlie, her grin genuine, "I realized that if all of that happened, it meant she wasn’t right for me. I know I will find the girl right for me and I hope I soon will." Y/N’s eyes held something Charlie couldn’t quite decipher, but her gaze was magnetic, causing her brown hues to be glued on her Y/E/C ones. They felt a pull towards the other, an unknown force yelling at them to close that distance and act on their deep desires, but the door swinging open made them jump apart.

"Who wants some dessert?" Ron enthusiastically yelled, walking into the room with a tray and Sally walking closer behind him. Y/N shook her head with a soft snort at the hilarious interruption and got up once again from the car, taking Charlie’s plate along with her own and walked into the house with Sally to put them away. Charlie laughed under her breath when the two argued over washing plates, Y/N offering to wash them to return the hospitality, but her mom shooed her away and closed the garage door behind her.

"Ron seems- overexcited." Y/N tried to find the correct word to describe the tall, always smiling man, a warmth spreading in her chest at the cute giggle Charlie emitted as she climbed back in the car, purposefully closer to the brunette this time.

A comforting silence fell over them after that, both idly playing with a tool that was left there once dinner was ready, "it’s my dad." Charlie spoke up some time later, causing Y/N’s head to snap up from the wrench in her hand and looking up at Charlie confused.

"Hm?"

"In the picture. It’s my dad and I." Charlie pointed behind Y/N with her head, the Y/H/C girl turning around to take another look at the picture before focusing her full attention on the girl.

"You don’t have to-"

"I want to." Charlie quickly interrupted Y/N with a small grin, "he- he died a year ago from an heart attack." Charlie felt her eyes sting with a fresh wave of tears, so she looked up trying to get them away, but one traitor one escaped and run down her left cheek slowly. A warm hand stopped the tear’s path down her face and swiped it away. Charlie leaned into the girl’s touch as she closed her eyes to calm her tears down and to revel in the feeling of the girl touching her gently.

"Thank you for telling me. I’m here for you Charlie. We may met today, but I feel like I’ve known you for years." At those words, an broken hiccup left Charlie’s mouth right before the girl threw herself into Y/N’s arms and hugged her tightly.

"Those words meant the world to me. Thank you Y/N." They let themselves enjoy the embrace for a few more seconds, squeezing the other closer before pulling away. "We used to work together on the Corvette. Fixing it would mean I made it, for him." Charlie confessed, shocked at how easily it was to reveal her deepest thoughts she never shared to anyone to Y/N.

"Well then miss Charlie Watson, I promise you we will fix this beautiful car." Y/N patted the outside of the car door and smiled at Charlie warmly, her grin exuding comfort and hope. "It’s getting late. My mom needs my help tomorrow. A few things are arriving from Chicago and she needs help with unpacking."

Charlie discarded the sad feeling collecting in her stomach for having to put an end on their time together and let hope settle there instead at the chance of hanging out tomorrow again, "hey, tomorrow is my birthday. I don’t plan on having a party, but we can- stay here and fix the Corvette- or y’know- just hanging out." Charlie scolded herself in her mind for stuttering, but the blinding smile Y/N gave her, made her brain turn into mush in mere seconds.

"I would love to. I’ll see you tomorrow." Y/N stalled a few seconds, not knowing if she could go for another hug or not. Charlie’s next, bold move, caused her brain to short-circuit as she literally melted on the garage floor. Charlie’s lips are warm and soft on her cheek’s skin, that definitely turned red as soon as Charlie got in her personal space to peck her cheek quickly. When Charlie pulled away, a satisfied smirk immediately rolled over her features as she took the girl’s flustered state in, jumping in victory in her brain for her brave move.

"I’ll see you tomorrow." Y/N dumbly nodded at her with a dope grin on her lips, before she walked away from the garage and walking into her house.

Charlie closed the garage door and locked it, before jumping up in victory as she lifted her closed, right fist up excitedly, "yes!" She exclaimed with a big, bright smile on her lips, "nice move Charlie, nice move." The grin plastered on her lips stayed there the whole time she tidied up the garage and got ready to bed, smiling up at the ceiling as she tried to fall asleep, finding sleep a few minutes later with the girl’s beautiful face pressed in the forefront of her mind.

"I can’t believe you’re mine!" Charlie’s grin never left her since she saw the yellow beetle at the scrapyard. "I can’t wait to show you to Y/N." At the mention of the girl’s name, Charlie noticed her stomach filled with butterflies and a blush formed on her cheeks, the brunette knowing she was already developing a crush on the charming Y/E/C girl.

As soon as the brunette got home, Charlie parked her new car and closed the garage door. It was now late evening so she turned the lights on and put some music in background to start working on a few things on her new car. As soon as she turned around after grabbing a few tools, something fell down from under the car. Charlie furrowed her eyebrows and grabbed a torch before taking a look at the car’s underbody, only for it to literally come to life before her eyes.

"Holy shit." Even if it was a little bit difficult on her wobbly legs, Charlie sprinted towards the backdoor, stopping in her tracks when she heard a soft thud followed by a loud commotion. With furrowed eyebrows, she witnessed her car was struggling with a kite stuck on its head. She took a tentative step forward as soon as the car got rid of the item blocking its vision and saw it crouch down on the far end of the room as if it was scared. Ok, what the actual fuck?

"Hey!" Charlie spoke up softly, only for her car to push itself deeper into the wall, "I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise." She put the wrench she had in her hand in her back pocket and lifted her arms up to show her car she was harmless. "What are you?" She heard a buzzing sound coming out of the car and giggled softly, "you sound like a bumblebee." Then as if she slapped herself in the face, she looked up into blue eyes - Charlie didn’t know if she could classify them as eyes, headlights maybe - with a dumb smile on her lips, "it could be your name. Bumblebee."

Charlie jumped up in fright when her mom’s muffled voice reached the garage, the woman yelling something Charlie wasn’t paying attention to, too busy in running in front of the door to prevent her mom from coming in and see Bumblebee.

"Charlie-"

"MOM! Hi, it’s all good-"

"Oh my god, what the hell-"

"I know mom, I can explai-"

"What is that car doing in our garage?" Charlie stared dumbly at her mother for a few seconds before turning around and seeing the yellow beetle back where she parked it, making her almost wonder if she hit her head and imagined everything that happened in the last 10 minutes.

"What- oh yes! It’s my car. Uncle Hank gave it to me as a birthday gift." Charlie told her mother, puffing up her chest proudly.

"Okay, but please, tell me things from time to time. I’m your mother." Charlie nodded and hummed in agreement as she quickly pushed her mom out of the room and closed the door hastily. She looked around the room tentatively before whispering out, "Bee, you can come out now." And after her words left her lips, Bumblebee appeared once again, staring down at her curiously, before he focused on the music playing and started swaying his robotic hips rhythmically. "Look at that! Bee, you’re a great dancer!"

Outside Y/N was making her way towards Charlie’s garage, in her left hand a gift she got for Charlie, while her free, clammy one clenched and unclenched nervously. "C’mon Y/N, she’s just Charlie. The girl you’re already crushing on. What’s the big deal?" Y/N mentally slapped herself as her eyes looked at presumably Charlie’s shadow moving to some music that she could faintly hear from here and that cute sight instantly calmed her nerves and let a small grin to unfold on her features. "C’mon, you got this." She quickly knocked on the door and walked in with a big smile on her lips, "hello birthday girl, shall we start the… party." Y/N drawled her last word out as her eyes settled on the brunette dancing with a giant yellow robot after she entered the room, the gift in her hand slipping out of it and falling on the ground In a loud clank as she felt her legs almost give out.

"Y/N!" Charlie yelled while the robot magically became an old, yellow beetle and Y/N could only watch in slow motion the girl approaching her and closing the door quickly, making sure to lock it, before grabbing her shoulders gently and smiling warmly at her, "you can’t tell anyone what you saw."

"Then… what the fuck did I just see?"

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saturnsstufff · 3 years

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okay as a chubby girl myself I struggle with how I see myself and this idea makes my heart KSHDHSJS

okay so imagine IMAGINE

Request maybe 🤔🤔🤔

Okay,, you’re standing in the mirror yk in your mirror at technos house/cottage in your underwear and stuff, grabbing at the chub and stuff looking upset and not feeling good about yourself, and techno walking into the room and seeing this. yk him being upset that you feel that way Bc he thinks youre just so pretty 🥺.

IT COULD EITHER GO INTO A SMUT( 😏 where he SHOWS you how much he loves you and how pretty he thinks you are in the mirror) OR FLUFF WITH SOFT WORDS AND CUDDLES or both idk

*slams hand on desk* IVE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS

I went with both, because I like options. I also based this off a little personal feelings so I hope it works!

My Goddess- Technoblade

Warnings: self conscious reader, swearing, NSFW

The mirror. Your best, but worst nightmare imaginable. Some days you could look into it and see beauty within your curves. Spend endless minutes hyping yourself up. 'Man I look good' 'I am the fucking shit' 'damn look at that' all little things you tell yourself in pride. Because in those moments, you feel powerful. In those moments you feel like you own the world, that others are just lucky to breathe within your presence.

However, there are bad days. There are days when looking into the mirror brings shame. Days when all you can do is grab at your stomach, and ponder of what you could have done, or what you will do. Its pressed that everyone is perfect in our own imaginable ways. Yet when you look at others, you cant help but be envious. Others can get away with wearing tight clothing, baggy clothing, any type of clothing. Yet when you try it on all you see is a box, if you wear tight clothing, every roll and muffin top pops out. It can be embarrassing.

Techno never saw your curves as embarrassing however. He loved them. He loved the plush, soft skin of your tummy or your thighs. Your hips? don't even ask what he thought on hips, as long as they were yours. They were perfect.

With that said, when he saw you saddened about your form he was slightly hurt. You thought he was beautiful, a hybrid of a monster. But yet you couldn't find the beauty within your rolls? Your plump little form? The very thing that made up you? If he ever found out who planted these seeds of lies in your mind, he would have words.

If you felt confident enough to take the world by the horns, he let you. He would build you up with sweet words of encouragement. 'Well don't you look amazing...' 'you are looking beautiful as ever'. They were small phrases but they meant a lot to you.

Techno isn't verbal with his love, or compliments really. He chooses to show it, words are just that. Words. Actions are done, are shown. They are physically put into motion. That's why he prefers it. But he also understands sometimes words are needed. They are needed to ease your nerves and doubtful mind.

when he catches you glaring at your plump form in the mirror, he cant help but quickly move to your side. Kneeling and kissing up your body. Your arms, your thighs, everything. In the beginning he would let you look away. The idea of someone liking your body type left you uncertain, many times you would ponder if his endless kisses were done as a joke. But each and every time he would reassure you that it was real. That him loving you, loving your body. It wasn't in pity, it was in genuine love.

Tonight was one of those bad nights. With Techno in the bath, you were left to change for bed. Wait for him to come out, and then cuddle the night away until the sun kissed the horizon.

But well you changed your eyes fell to the mirror. Your eyes casually roamed your body. You were used to looking at it so nothing stood out of course. But as you shifted, you caught a few stretch marks within the candle light. They looked like streaks of lightning that were dragged across your skin. With a quick glance away, you pulled something over your form. Wanting to cover your body and deal with that mental baggage later.

Of course the Hybrid that stood tall within the door frame held other ideas about that moment. The one thing that always put you at ease was Techno's size. Before you were in a relationship with him, you feared you wouldn't be able to wear your lovers clothing. Being a bit plumper meant "one size fit all" did not fit all. But luckily, with your roughly 6ish/7ish foot Piglin Hybrid of a lover, all of his clothing was a bit baggy on you. Technoblade was a very Built man, this came from his never ending training and his natural born strength of course. But even with him being built and big, the first time he asked you to sit on his lap had you hesitant. What if he found you too heavy? The idea of him asking you to move off would leave you completely mentally ruined. Of course when you finally sat he didn't utter any words besides praises. His hands running gently over your thighs, with a tight grasp he kept you close. When Techno saw you ease into his lap more often, he took pride in knowing you were comfortable enough to do it on a daily basis. That was when he upped the bar again. The day he asked you to sit on his face was the day you had a heart attack. You were so paranoid you would crush him. Of course he was all bemused smirks well you tried to think of excuses. Yet this man was able to ease your nerves and reassure you until you were comfortable once again. You would never forget how giddy he was to be between your thighs. That was the day he found his favorite spot.

Before you could ease some bottoms over your underwear, this man had his arms around you. Pushing against your hands. His nose was nuzzled into your neck muttering gently "Please, leave them off for now..." with a brow raised you complied. You let the shorts drop to the floor, assuming you would be coming for them in a brief moment. You could smell the lingering sent from his shampoo. The fresh smell giving you great comfort.

Techno moved you back to face the mirror, his head moving briefly so he could see you face yourself. With a light stubble scratching against your neck you felt the goosebumps rise. Your eyes met his ruby ones within the mirror. "Do you know, how beautiful you are?..." he asked rhetorically. Dragging out the words that he felt were important. You wanted to say no, but knew he wouldn't want that answer.

"I think I'm alright..." you said softly. He hummed and pressed a loving kiss to your neck. His hands slowly fell down to the buttons of the shirt you were wearing. Skillfully he undid them without thought. When you had pulled a shirt on you didn't think much, but now saw that it was his you wore. Of course he didn't mind, he never minded.

With the buttons undone he opened the shirt to expose your naked form. Every curve and roll on sweet display for him "You are beyond 'alright'... alright is basic. You know my goddess is beyond mortal definitions..." you gave a gentle smile at his charm, glancing away from his eyes. He didn't allow this tonight however. Instead he took your jaw and gently redirected it to the mirror. Meeting his gaze again.

"My love... My goddess, you know your body rivals the gods, yes?..." you slightly shrugged, unsure if this was true. With another loving kiss he continued. "Persephone had rolls... She was just as plump as you my love..." you fallowed his eyes gently. Him comparing you to the beautiful goddess left you feeling better. If someone so divine could have rolls why couldn't you?

He didn't stop there however. "If you cant see your beauty. Let me show you how beautiful you are..." his tone was pleading. Like a animal begging for spare scraps. You watched his eyes, his finger and thumb having control over your chin. You thought on his words and gave a brief nod to him. Trusting him and whatever he had planned.

Instead of immediately kissing you all over, he pulled away. Firmly telling you to keep your eyes on the mirror. You felt a bit awkward standing there, your legs shifting closer underneath you. He soon came back however, his crown in hand. You could also see he had a simple gray towel around his waist, showing he was fresh from the bath.

Your curiosity with the crown lingered, but you watched as he put it on your head. "You are a queen... My Queen... You will always be reminded of your everlasting beauty for as long as you are with me..." for not complementing a lot, tonight he was on a roll. Your eyes ran over the crown. The delicate and bright stones contrasting the shimmering gold well against your skin.

He walked around to the front of you, leaning down to meet your lips in a loving kiss. His hand found a firm places on your hip, and on the plush skin of your ass cheek. With a gentle, but firm grasp he moved and rolled the skin beneath his hand. Loving how soft you were. With his hands working soft whimpers and moans out of you, his mouth devoured them. Eating every noise you made, cherishing them deep within his heart.

Leaving your lips swollen he moved down. Kissing your jaw and neck. Planning to leave you a work of art. A show of how much he loves you.

After your neck it was your chest. Soft plump breasts fitting ever so sweetly within his hands. With firm grasps he had you flushed red whimpering. Your eyes half lidded with the sweet lingering pleasure. Yet you still watched yourself and him, knowing to not disobey him.

With soft kisses placed to the tops of your breasts and nipples he moved to your stomach. This is where you craved to look away. Wishing to hide yourself in his neck.

"T..T-Techno..." he hummed acknowledging your words. But he still pressed light kisses down to the hem of your underwear.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror." He said, pulling them down. Helping you step out of the discarded clothing. You couldn't see his face. Only his backside was facing the mirror, and even then his long wet hair hid most of his toned back.

His fingers ran through your slit briefly. His rings offered a major temperature difference between your heat and the cold metal. With a little squirm his hands moved and held you in place. Desiring to keep you in place before he moved his head in and started to devour you. Eating you out like it was his last meal on earth.

With a ever so sinful cry, you gripped at his hair. Begging for your knee's to not give out. With one hand on his head, the other one flew to the crown on your head. Trying to keep it on well you easily hunched over from the overwhelming pleasure. Techno never failed to leave you speechless- or should we say, he never left you quiet. Even if you could see yourself, you didn't think you would be able to focus much. Your eyes were tightly shut well your mouth ran between being in a 'O' and being locked shut.

He did pull back from your folds to speak. Earning a cry from you. You were getting close and him pulling away was painful. "You can cum. But you have to keep your eyes open" you nodded profusely. Agreeing to anything if it meant feeling his lips back on you. He lingering a moment. Making sure your eyes opened before he leaned back. Taking his time to show your clit attention before going back to his main course.

With your eyes looking back at you. You were unsure if you were ashamed with how blissed out you looked or happy. The whole scene in itself was erotic. You were incredibly small compared to the giant between your legs. His only drive to please you completely. Your eyes never left the mirror as he ate you out to your climax. Your hips stuttering and bucking, but proving no use to his iron grip. When you came he waisted no time at cleaning it up. He had no shame, that your cum was running down his chin. He was happy when you were pleased. And he knows you are definitely pleased after that climax.

But he wasn't finished. With your legs weakening he helped you down onto his lap. He let you collect yourself against his chest for a few moments his hand ran over your back.

"Doin' ok there Princess?..." you nodded slowly. Your chest rising and falling fast well you try and calm yourself. "Think you can do one more?" You nodded again well he pressed a kiss to your forehead, acknowledging your response. Adjusting his crown on your head, he moved so the mirror was beside you two. Showing both of your bodies, with the towel acting as a thin barrier.

When you both were situated he did remove the towel. With a strong arm he lifted you up and positioned his hardened cock at your entrance, wasting no spare moment to fill you up. Well you did try to hide within his neck, it proved no use. He made sure to turn your head to the mirror.

With your eyes hitting the mirror you saw how his head was beside yours. Your cheek was pressed to his chest well his was pressed to your forehead. His eyes lingeried your body. Drowning in your blissed out form. He found you utterly perfect.

Well your bodies were connected, it almost looked like art. With techno's sharp gaze and your blissed out reddened cheeks, the contrast was there but yet they went together in perfect harmony. With the roll of his hips he made sure to keep your eyes on the mirror. Wanting to drag out every cry and moan you could utter. He set his pace at a rhythmic thrust, wanting to not only pleasure you, but himself as well. Well you griped to his sides, he kept his hand on he back of your head gently. Wanting to keep your head facing the mirror. With sweet sinful praises he coached you to a second orgasm, his fallowing close behind. He kissed your head gently, keeping you close to him well he felt himself soften. when his eyes met yours in the mirror he smiled softly.

“Look at how beautiful you are... Always so, so beautiful Princess...”

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lcksndkys · 3 years

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Pairing: JJK x reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut, fluff, tiny hint of angst

Word count: ~8k

Summary: Save a drum, bang a drummer.

Warnings: one tasteful semi-nude sext, brief flashback of male masturbation, discussions about conception, an unholy amount of nipple play, blowjob, fingering, pussy slapping with a dick (but like, romantically), unprotected sex within an established relationship, multiple orgasms, creampie

A/N: This is my first attempt at creative writing… ever. Borne from my horny imagination and a thirst dream, this piece is an epilogue of sorts. S/o to @jinpanman and @wwilloww for being the wind beneath my wings and the floaties around my arms. Also, big thanks to Willow who made the banner <3

There are two things you know are happening tonight. One: Beyond the Scene is out celebrating the completion of their newest EP. Two: your husband, the drummer of Beyond, is going to come home, high off the adrenaline of a successful night, and fuck you into oblivion. Your period tracking app that you both have been studiously monitoring over the last few months has notified you that you were going to be ovulating over the next couple of days.

You slip into one of Jungkook’s oversized cut-off tanks and a pair of crotchless black lace panties that you know he likes. Checking in the mirror, you see a generous view of side-boob due to the cut of his shirt and you turn around and decide to forgo bottoms entirely—they’ll be discarded soon anyways. Your husband may be out with the boys tonight, but you’re determined to wait up for him. It’s not that late after all. You roll over, pulling a bottle of lube from the nightstand and set it out for later.

Lying in your shared bed, you check your phone again, reading the last messages you sent to each other.

[9:51pm] Jungkook-ah: i’ll be home late babe. dont wait up. love you.

[9:54pm] You: … but i’m ovulating today. I want you.

You haven’t heard from him since. Tapping to the camera icon on your phone, you decide to send a little more encouragement. You quickly snap a photo of your torso covered in his shirt, making sure to give a tasteful glimpse of your ensemble.

[11:39pm] Jungkook-ah: fcuk. dont temnt meee idk when ill b home

You sigh. He's definitely drunk which means that even if he did come home soon, he’d be too wasted to finish the job, more likely to fall asleep seconds after washing up. Tossing your phone onto your pillow, you roll to Jungkook’s side of the bed. Breathing in his clean, slightly sweet scent, you let it comfort you as your eyes close. Your mind drifts off to the first time you ever saw Jungkook as a man.

Sprawled out on a twin sized bed, there was barely enough space for the two of you. Propped against the headboard and wearing nothing but a smile, he laced his fingers behind his head and cockily encouraged you to take pictures. “They’ll last longer,” he had said. Cheeky brat. You had instructed him to pleasure himself as you watched. “Tell me what you think of when you touch yourself, Koo” to which he replied, “You in my clothes with nothing on underneath”. He had whined, panting and desperate to hold off his climax with the hopes that he might get to feel you wrapped around him.

You made him promise that night would be a one off; an itch scratched. And above all, he wasn’t to speak of that night to anyone, especially his sister- your best friend. At the time, an emotional relationship was not something you were ready to pursue. And certainly not with someone so intimately linked to your inner circle. So when it happened again, and then again, you proposed an easy benefits-only relationship to which he quietly accepted. You didn’t know he had been secretly yearning for something you could not yet give him. Despite trying to push him and your emotions away, Jungkook persisted, and with time and patience, you let him into your heart and let him show you the meaning of true love.

With a love-sick smile plastered on your face, you drift off to sleep, plans for tonight all but forgotten.

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Eyes still closed and hanging on to the quickly fading wisps of your dreams, you unconsciously feel around the sheets for your husband. When your hands come across nothing but layers of bedsheet and blankets and the lingering warmth of Jungkook’s body heat, you roll over seeking the comfort of his embrace.

Sitting up, you see that he must’ve moved you during the night towards your side of the bed before climbing in behind you. Realizing you’re still in his shirt and the sexy panties from last night, you huff out a groan of annoyance.

You get out of bed and make the short trek to your bathroom to wash up. Jungkook never missed an opportunity to “practice” baby making. The thought that he was avoiding a session in the sheets with you makes you press the bristles harshly against your teeth.

Upon returning to your bedroom, you see that at some point Jungkook had plugged your phone in to charge. You open up your app and double check that you’re still within short the ovulation window.

The shuffling of slippers alerts you to your husband elsewhere in your shared apartment. As you leave in search of him, you notice he had put the bottle of lube away.

Padding out towards the kitchen, you can hear the tinkling of dishware and cutlery. The smell of toast floats through the air as you spot Jungkook at the counter pouring his cereal into a bowl of milk. Endearing. You smile, remembering he once reasoned that adding cereal to milk ensures you won’t be left with any soggy bits.

Coming up behind him, he startles a little with your quiet arrival. You wrap your arms around his middle, pressing a light kiss between his shoulder blades, and nuzzling your face against the wide expanse of his back.

“I missed you last night, baby,” you coo.

Turning in your embrace, Jungkook wraps one arm around your shoulders and uses a pointer finger to gently tilt your head, aligning your mouth to his. He leans down to give you a sweet, chaste kiss in greeting before pulling away.

“I’m sorry I was out late. But I’ll make it up to you ok?”

“How about you make it up to me right now?” you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively, stepping back from his grasp.

His eyes rake up and down your figure, pausing to take in the long expanse of skin showing from under his cut-off tank. You turn your torso slightly, lifting your arms up overhead to smooth back your bed head, allowing him a generous view of your tits through the large armholes. You smirk to yourself knowing this simple outfit is one of his favorites on you.

“- oh, fuck,” Jungkook breathes, feeling the beginnings of desire stir in his sleep pants.

“I was so ready for you last night,” you continue, planting your hands behind you on the kitchen counter opposite of Jungkook. With a hop, you sit yourself upon the cold hard surface and try not to cringe at the sudden change of temperature on your bare rump.

You beckon towards your husband with a crook of your finger.

“I even wore one of your favorites,” you purr. Slowly trailing a hand towards your hip you pull the hem of your—well, his—shirt up, exposing some of the black lace panties you had worn.

Jaw clenched and brow furrowed. You enjoy Jungkook’s rapt attention.

“Come closer” you plead.

When he shows no sign of approaching, you lean back onto your elbows and prop one foot onto the countertop. Parting your legs, you smile victoriously when Jungkook’s eyes drop immediately to your exposed core. Thank goodness for crotchless panties.

His throat constricts at the sight of your pussy, framed in black lace, and bared lewdly for him.

“Fuck,” he growls lowley. You watch his throat bob again swallowing down a moan. He looks from your eyes, to your lips, and down between your thighs. Cock hardening, his desire rises hot and heady at the sight of you glistening before him.

Seeing him grow in the unforgiving fabric of his grey sweatpants, you grin at his visceral reaction. “You know I’m ovulating, right?” You bring your other foot up onto the counter further spreading yourself out for him. “Fuck me, baby. Fill me up with your cum.” A little dirty talk was nearly always enough encouragement to get your husband started.

Doe eyes wide, he is torn between his carnal desires to ravish you on the countertop and his mounting emotional distress.

When your husband doesn’t immediately react to your proposition, you know something is wrong. You hop off the counter and come to wrap around him. Jungkook has always been a shy boy, and as he got older, grew into a reserved man. He had a small social circle, knowing first hand that some people had no qualms with using him for his services. He was the golden boy. Jungkook was good at things and always has been- drums, sports, computers, video games, writing music, singing, sex. Many people sought to use him and had gotten away with it. And at first, he was eager to please; to prove himself worthy of the attention. But it wasn’t long before he grew cautious and began to keep a selective few close, including you.

You've always seen him. And you see him now, eyes tight with emotion he's been holding back from you. He hasn't done that in years.

Your arousal from earlier has all but dried up, evaporated with the sense that something important is weighing on Jungkook.

"Do you need me to listen or find a solution?" you ask him.

"Listen" he replies softly.

You take his hand, leading him towards the couch. Sitting down, you part your legs pulling his back to your front. You wrap all four limbs around him and lay back to let his weight press the both of you into the cushions. His hands immediately go to stroke along the soft skin of your shins. You tuck your face into his nape, ghosting soft kisses along the skin available to you. Holding him against you, you feel Jungkook slowly melt, head leaning back against your shoulder. You know he’ll speak when he's ready.

“I just… Lately I’ve been feeling like you only want a specific part of me,” says Jungkook quietly. His hands go to tuck back some of his hair behind his ears- a nervous tell he's never been able to kick. "And I guess it kind of reminded me of the time from before we officially got together, ya know?"

You feel your heart crumble in your chest at his admission. At that time, you weren’t ready for what Jungkook wanted to give you, convinced that the age gap and BTS’s rising fame would ultimately lead to disaster. Thus you had pushed for a purely physical relationship. He had agreed mistakenly believing that having your body, but not your mind or heart, was better than not having you at all. He hoped that time and love would help you change your mind. Luckily for both of you, it did.

You want to say something to comfort him, but you remember he asked you to listen. You stay quiet, giving him a safe space to speak.

"And I know we're trying for a baby, but lately there's no intimacy when you make love to me. It's like once I finish, it's over and you push me away to lay with your legs up against the wall."

You feel his ribs expand as he takes a deep breath, and then another. In, then out.

"You know how important aftercare is to me," he continues. You do know. Jungkook is a romantic; being held and praised for a job well done has always been just as important as the actual act of sex for him. "And if you're just trying to fuck me, I don't know if I want it."

There's a few moments of pause.

“Why didn’t you just tell me you didn’t want to have sex?” you ask softly.

Jungkook’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. “No! I mean- I want it, trust me, I want you. But the last few times, it felt like you just fucked me until I came.” Jungkook goans. “You didn’t even finish. Makes me feel like a bad lover."

You cringe remembering that the last time you had been intimate with your husband, you straddled him and then rode him fast and hard until he spilled his seed inside you. The whole ordeal lasted 3 minutes tops, and then you were rolling off him onto your back leaving him to clean up on his own.

Sensing he was finished, you start to apologize. “I had no idea you felt that way,” you start. “I never meant for you to feel that way. I’m sorry.”

“I just- I love you so much, and I would give anything to make you happy,” he says quietly. His hands continue to absentmindedly traverse the length of your legs.

Your hold around him tightens, a silent I love you.

“What do you wanna do today, baby? Today’s all about you,” you promise. You’re ready to give your husband the attention he craves.

“Anything?” Jungkook asks, craning his head back to meet your gaze.

“Mhmm.”

Jungkook smiles, pleased with your enthusiasm.

“I promise you I’ll give you a creampie, but can we please just play super smash bros first?”

Seeing the child-like wonder in your husband’s eyes, you can’t help but chuckle at him. Jungkook has always been easy to please and competitive to a fault.

“Sure, Kook-ah. Maybe I’ll even let you beat me” you joke, fingers digging into his ribs causing him to laugh and squirm from your grasp.

Jungkook unwinds your legs from around his waist to set up the gaming console.

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After several rounds of super smash bros, Jungkook has other ideas in his mind. Pulling you onto his lap, you’re forced to part your legs to straddle him. He fingers along the hem of your shirt pulling up the backside to expose your bare ass.

“Ah, you wore these for me?” he asks, hand rubbing circles along your quickly heating flesh.

“Depends. Are you ready to take them off me?” you retort with a wink.

Giggling, Jungkook lunges for you, wrapping his strong arms around you and burying his head into your neck. You feel the gentle pressure of his lips suckling and tilt your head further back to grant him more access to the sensitive skin of your neck.

He laps against your throat, making you moan out in satisfaction. Your arousal starts to leak onto Jungkook’s grey sweats as you absentmindedly grind your bare cunt against the stiffness growing there.

“Mmm, fuck. Let’s go” you pant, urgently tapping at Jungkook’s shoulder.

Walking into the bedroom, Jungkook slowly lowers you down to the ground, letting your front drag along his, your soft curves trailing along the firm planes of his chest. The moment your feet touch down, you gently press a hand against his chest- right over his thrumming heart- and encourage him to sit at the edge of your bed. His eyes gaze lovingly up into yours, a small smile hanging on his lips, waiting for your instruction.

You tug at the hem of his shirt. “Can you take this off, baby?”

Jungkook eagerly nods, licking his lips in anticipation. He reaches back, hooking his fingers into the neckline of his collar and pulling his stupidly oversized shirt over his head in one swift motion. For a second, he lets you admire his body. He works hard to achieve his physique and enjoys knowing you’re your attraction towards him has never waned.

You swallow down a groan as your eyes trail from his chest, dusky nipples pebbled with arousal, down his abdominals, towards the bulge in his sweats. Your husband is a beautiful man, inside and out, and he is all yours. Tonight and forever.

Climbing into his lap, you straddle him and cup his face between your hands. Jungkook needs emotional intimacy, and you’re prepared to deliver.

You kiss his forehead. “I love the way you think. You’re quiet, but so clever, and I wish more people could see how your brain works. You’re considerate of other people and so fucking humble, qualities I really admire about you.”

Moving down to his eyes, you place twin kisses over his closed eyelids. “I love the way you see the world. When I’m tired, you remind me that there is so much beauty in the mundane, and I’m so lucky to see it all by your side.”

You reach down for his hands and press your lips along the knuckles of both his hands. “I love the life you’ve helped build for and with me. People always say you’re good at everything, but they don’t see how hard you work to earn it. I respect you so much for that.” You play with his fingers- somehow long and delicate, but strong at the same time- and lace them together.

“I love your nose,” you continue, pecking the tip.

“But-”

“No interruptions, Jungkook” you hold up a hand, effectively cutting him off. “I know you’ve always thought it was a little too big and round when we were younger, but it shows how much you’ve grown into yourself over the years. You are so sexy- both on the stage and off.”

You pull back in time to see him fighting down a shy smile at your praise. “Besides, a man should have a big nose,” you wink. Unable to hide his toothy smile or blushing cheeks, you continue.

“I love these cheeks,” you say, planting sloppy kisses over his face. “When you smile - a real, genuine smile- your whole face lights up. I hope our children inherit that.”

You plant more against the beauty marks on the bridge of his nose and under his lip, on the faint scar high on his cheek. “So beautiful,” you murmur against his skin.

“These are my favorite lips. You were the first man that I believed when you told me you loved me.” You press your lips against his, kissing him gently. Tilting your head for a better angle, you press forward more ardently, and part your lips further to slide your tongue against his.

When you pull back, Jungkook’s eyes are still closed, face craning forward to chase your kiss. You card your fingers through his hair and push him back enough to look into his eyes again.

Your lips continue their loving path down his face, nipping along his sharp jawline and down his neck, paying special attention to his sensitive pulse point. Jungkook whimpers in appreciation encouraging you to work color into his skin.

“Most of all, I love your heart.” Your arms wrap around his torso, hands caressing up and down his back as your head tips down to press your mouth against his chest, just left of center. “You are patient and kind and romantic. You show me every day what true love means, and I am forever grateful for that. You have all of me, and you always will. And tonight, I want to make you feel good because I love every part of you. Even the parts you don’t particularly like yourself.”

You continue to leave wet kisses along his clavicles and throat making him moan quietly.

“Lay back for me, baby” you say, and he allows you to push him onto his back.

Your body follows him down prone on the bed, allowing your comforting weight to settle atop him and press him into the sheets. Linking your hands, you bring them up to rest by his head. You reconnect and kiss him senseless, lips and tongues moving seamlessly in a dance well practiced over the years. You continue until he’s whining, until you feel him thickening further in his pants.

Lips descending downwards, you continue a fiery trail along his jawline, hands caressing his neck and chest to maximize his pleasure. Evidence of your love blooms down his neck as you continue a path towards his chest. Perched on his lap, you grind against him as you take a nipple between your lips and begin to suck.

“A-ahh fuck”, Jungkook pants as your lips wrap more securely around his pebbled bud, tongue flicking against him. Your other hand rakes along his other pectoral, thumb catching along its twin and you rub circles over him with your thumb. His cock, which had begun to throb when you love bombed him, is now fattening with arousal.

You trail your lips across his chest making sure to provide equal attention to his sensitive buds. Dusky and shining with your saliva, you continue down his abs, licking the contours of his hard earned muscles. Jungkook continues to quietly moan at the sensation of your soft, warm mouth slowly moving south along his body.

Sitting up a bit from his supine figure, you tug down at the band of his sweatpants. “Can I take these off?” you ask, slipping your fingertips into the waistline of his bottoms. He nods his consent and you push them down as he lifts his hips up, effectively removing Jungkook’s remaining piece of clothing.

As you move to stand from his lap, he immediately sits up as if pained by any distance between your bodies. You give him one last, sweet kiss on the mouth before settling down on your knees between his spread legs. His cock, perfectly framed between powerful thighs, is hardening rapidly and attempting to defy gravity as it bobs in the space between your bodies. Licking your lips at the sight of his leaking length, you settle on the floor and reach for his base.

“Hold on” he says, stopping you to reach across the bed and pulling his pillow from under the covers offering it to you for comfort. Your heart swells at his consideration and you accept it gratefully. You place it under your knees for an added cushion and make yourself comfortable on the ground.

Maintaining eye contact you run your hands up and down his thick thighs letting your fingernails lightly scratch along the sensitive skin there. Each pass brings you closer and closer to his cock, subtly twitching in eagerness to feel you wrapped around him. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you wrap a hand around his base and feel him harden fully in your grasp. Bringing your lips down to his weeping tip, you run your tongue up and down his slit, then slowly in a circle around the engorged head leaving a ring of precum and saliva in your wake.

“F-uuuck” Jungkook keens as you continue to tease him with your tongue. “Please. More, please.”

Your lips immediately close around him, surrounding his throbbing cock with the wet heat of your mouth and begin to suck tasting his musky flavor. Popping off, you run your tongue up and down to spread moisture along his shaft; your hand will have to cover what your throat cannot take. He is not profoundly large, but he is more than thick and long enough to satisfy you.

Unable to mask his desire, Jungkook pants as your mouth works up and down his rigid length. You take him as deep as you can tolerate, gagging lightly when you feel him slide down the back of your throat with each pass. The hand not grasping his base is rubbing soothing circles along his hip and inner thigh, amplifying his pleasure.

“Mmm yeah, you’re doing so g-good,” he groans as you continue bobbing, hand furiously pumping whatever won’t fit in your mouth. He weaves his fingers into your hair, encouraging you to take him deeper into the depths of your throat. Eyes starting to water, his other hand wipes at the tears in your lash line as you continue to enthusiastically blow him.

Jungkook’s volume steadily increases along with the pace of your mouth and hand as you work over his cock. You continue to suck him off sending white hot pleasure through his veins. “Oh shit- shit.” Jungkook stops you as his impending orgasm begins to crest. “You need to stop, or I’ll cum” he breathes out. Though your mouth is no longer on him, your hand continues to slowly jerk him off.

“Aren’t you ovulating?” he tries to confirm with you. “I need to put it in you,” he insists, teeth clenching together as your hand glides up and down the full length of his dick twisting your wrist with each upstroke.

“Tonight is all about you - about us,” you shake your head. “I want to make you feel good. Can I do that?” you ask as your other hand travels from his hip to cup and gently fondle his balls.

He whimpers in pleasure as you continue to stroke him.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth tonight, baby?” you purr. No longer able to formulate a coherent sentence, he nods his head aggressively.

“Good boy,” you tease with a smirk. Your mouth returns to his cock and joins the hand pumping his shaft. Years of learning each other’s bodies has taught you the tell tale signs of your husband’s orgasms and you can tell he’s close. Very close.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you apply the suction you know he has never been able to resist. You’re determined to suck his soul from his body, gripping him firmly as you furiously work his throbbing length exactly the way you know he likes. Your mouth focuses on his mushroomed head, lips sealed around the tip and tongue lapping against the sensitive frenulum.

Jungkook desperately tries to stave off his release to linger in the wet heat of your mouth. It’s been a while since he’s allowed himself to finish down your throat and he wants to savor it. “Ah, I’m so mad that you’re so good at this” he groans, earning a muted giggle from you. Stuffed full of cock, the vibration sends a thrill up his spine.

You know Jungkook’s cumming before he can warn you. It starts with a subtle lifting of his balls as they prepare to empty into your eager mouth. Eyes squeezed shut and moaning wantonly, he chants your name over and over as he begins to orgasm. You continue your determined ministrations as his shaft pulses in your grasp.

“Hmmmph- ahh, fuck yes! Oh fuck, so good,” Jungkook whimpers as ribbons of cum burst across your tongue and hit the back of your throat. You quickly swallow his load as he erupts into your mouth. You continue stroking and sucking Jungkook through his high, helping him ride it out until he gently pushes you away when he feels the burn of overstimulation.

“Good?” you smile up at him and let go of his wilting length to lick at a stray bit of cum from your thumb. You wipe off the remaining spit on your shirt.

“Amazing,” he replies, smiling dazedly down at you.

You allow him to pull you from the ground up onto the bed with him, laughing when your knees pop loudly in the quiet of the room as you stand up. Giggling, you curl up against his side listening as his heart rate evens out to a steady rhythm. You can't be bothered to care that his skin is tacky with a light sheen of sweat.

You lay against Jungkook for a few minutes as he basks in the afterglow of a powerful orgasm. He pulls you tighter against him, tipping his head down to kiss you for a blow job-well-done. Tasting the residual flavor of his cum, he groans against your mouth, enjoying your combined essences.

Jungkook rolls you onto your back, continuing to kiss you with fervor. The sound of lips and tongues clashing fill the room as the two of you enjoy the simple intimacy of being together. Reaching down, Jungkook spreads your legs apart to make room for him to lay comfortably between your thighs.

“W-what,” you’re breathless as his lips leave your mouth and travel down your jaw.

“Mmm,” he mumbles against your skin. “It’s your turn now.” He nibbles along your sensitive neck, goosebumps rising with his light touch.

You run your fingertips up and down his back, scratching along the peaks and valleys of his spine. Leaning his weight into one arm, he uses the other to push up the hem of your shirt, ghosting a hand under to cup a breast. He palms greedily at the flesh as he continues to kiss you passionately.

“I wanna see you,” says Jungkook. “Can I take this off?” he gestures at his cut-off tank you’re still wearing.

Criss crossing your arms and pulling up by its hem, you bare your chest to Jungkook’s eager eyes. His gaze drops down to admire the bouncing of your tits as you wiggle out of your top. Propping up on his elbows, he ducks his head to capture a nipple between his petal soft lips, coaxing it into a stiff peak with gentle suction and the lapping of his tongue. When your back arches in pleasure and you clutch his head to you, Jungkook takes the opportunity to slide his arms under you to hold you securely to his mouth as he worships at the altar of your breasts.

“Baby, yes, you’re so good to me” you pant, feeling your arousal generously leak from your core.

Eyes closed and relishing in the sensation, you whimper, sending one hand to grip his long, dark locks and feeling the prickle of his freshly trimmed undercut. With a hand in his mane, you feel him unlatch from your tight bud to plant wet open mouthed kisses around your areola and across your chest. He stops over your heart, lips lingering to feel the rapid thumping rattle your sternum.

Generous with his attention, he moves to nip and suck around your neglected breast. He slurps your nipple into his eager mouth, tongue swirling to tease it to a hard peak. Jungkook's diligent stimulation of your breasts sends sparks of pleasure down to your cunt as he continues to lap at your pebbled beds.

“More, please,” you whine, bucking your hips upwards, hoping to encourage him to touch you where you need it most.

Hearing you beg so prettily for him slowly coaxes life back into his spent cock. He feels himself begin to swell again against your thigh. Pleasuring you has always been incredibly arousing for him, and he knows with a several more minutes of rest, he’ll be ready to fuck you senseless.

Pulling an arm out from under your torso, Jungkook leans his weight onto one elbow and sends his free hand down between your legs to the treasure between your thighs. His lips pursed around your nipple continues to suckle and tease you into a frenzy.

The room fills with sounds of your mewling and his blunted goans as he plays the familiar song of your body. His hands brush against the soft black lace as he spreads your legs, positioning you to his liking.

“So wet,” Jungkook acknowledges with a quirk of his lips, fingers swiping along your slit to feel for your arousal. Bringing those fingers towards his mouth, he sucks your essence from his fingertips, savoring your taste. Jungkook switches nipples again and his fingers, now slickened with his saliva, return to the warmth of your pussy.

You gasp when you feel him caress at your opening before sinking a lone finger into your tight, wet heat. Jungkook can’t help but grunt as he feels your walls clench around him, excited to feel it around his growing erection.

“It’s all for you baby,” you praise him, carding your fingers through his fringe and pushing his hair back to get a better view of him suckling at your breast. Your breath hitches when you feel him add a second finger, stretching you open with his long, tattooed digits and curling them against your g-spot.

“Mmm yes- ahh. Fuck me with them,” you plead. Lacking the power to drive you towards an orgasm, he teases you with sensual strokes until your cunt drips down your ass and his fingers come out sparkling with your arousal. Completely at his mercy, you feel Jungkook slow down further. Brat.

You’re writhing beneath him as he continues his personal brand of slow, pleasurable torture. His lips release your tender nipple and return to your open mouth attempting to swallow your moans.

“Fuck me harder, please, I need it harder.” you beg, hoping to convince him to finger you to completion. Despite your request, Jungkook stops thrusting completely, opting to curl his fingers and rubbing softly against your g-spot while grinding the heel of his palm just off center from your pulsing clit. Your eyes are closed, but you can feel his gaze on your visage committing your whining and fucked out expression to memory. You’re being uncharacteristically pliant for him tonight- a change that he is very much enjoying. He files it under ‘spank bank material’ for when Beyond ultimately goes back on tour.

“Please, baby, make me cum. I’m so close.” you try one last time. You’re panting and desperate for release.

“You’re not cumming tonight unless it’s on my cock,” he grits out. His fingers stay hooked inside you, caressing at your sensitive front wall. Jungkook’s mouth returns to suckling at your pebbled bud and he slowly fucks you open with his fingers. Your cunt quivers and leaks with your arousal, but without the thrusting or clitoral stimulation, you won’t be cumming anytime soon.

“But how-” you glance down, not expecting his nearly fully erect cock. Pleasuring you had sparked his arousal again, the sounds of your approval and sight of your wet pussy glistening with desire has encouraged him back towards full mast. Licking your lips at his growing girth, you push his hand from your core to collect some of your personal lubricant. You wrap your slicked up fingers around his length jacking him to his full potential.

“Uunffff- ok, ok. Hold on,” he says, reaching out into your bedside table for lube. You hear Jungkook uncap the small bottle and are eager to feel him deep inside you. Quickly flipping onto your front, you prop yourself on your elbows and knees, presenting your husband with your sloppy, swollen cunt- a soundless request imploring him to fuck you from behind.

“I want to feel you deep,” you reason and unable to resist you, Jungkook agrees. Eyes glued to the way your crotchless panties have dampened with your cream, he spreads a generous glob of lube up and down his cock. He wipes the remainder against your labia and rubs some onto your clit making you mewl out for him. He wipes off the residue on your sheets. You’ll have to wash that later.

Taking a moment to admire his view, his hands caress over your hips and ass. “Are you ready?” Jungkook asks, always so considerate of your needs.

You nod and delirious with lust, you reach between your legs for him, sliding his bulbous tip up and down your slit before pushing your hips back to take him into your awaiting passage. Jungkook descends down creating a canopy with his body, sheltering you with the physical representation of his love. Jungkook’s hands find yours, lacing his calloused palms to the backs of your hands, fingers interlocking. With light pressure, he encourages you to lay your front down onto the bed. He nudges your knees further apart, propping you ass high in the air.

Positioned to his liking, he takes his first stroke into your eager cunt. Despite his diligent fingering, the fit is still tight, and you feel the initial pinch as he breaches you. You both release matching moans upon your coupling, and you already know you won’t last long after enduring Jungkook's extensive foreplay. He sets a slow pace plunging deep into your velvet heat.

“Harder, Kook, I’m already so close.” you puff into the sheets, turning your head as far as possible to watch your lover as he takes you from behind. “Please,” you rasp.

No longer denying your release, Jungkook thrusts faster, snapping his hips powerfully with the intent of getting you off. His cock hammers into you and you’re helpless underneath him to do anything but take it. He can already feel you tightening around him deliciously and lets go of one hand to reach down between your legs. With two fingers, Jungkook rubs tight circles around your clit while he continues to drill into your cunt which is just what you need to finally cum.

“Oh, fuck! Ah- ah-ah, Jungkook!” you chant. Your hands furiously grip the sheets trying to hold onto something to ground you as your high threatens to pull you under. Legs quaking and pussy fluttering around him, your walls contract rhythmically around his turgid length as he continues to rigorously fuck you through your orgasm.

Jungkook whines at the sensations gripping his cock, but pulls out of your spent heat to spare you from the sting of overstimulation. Any other night, he may have considered fucking you into a second orgasm, but tonight feels different. Tonight, he wants to make ardent love to you.

Without Jungkook’s strong frame to hold you up, you crumble limp against the bed. Your ears ring with the aftermath of a good round of fucking. It takes a second to register that he is speaking.

“Can you take more?” he asks. Confused, you look down and see that he’s still painfully hard. Oh. His erection is glossy with your juices, shining as it bobs between his well-muscled thighs.

“Fuck- yes,” you quickly consent to him.

Jungkook swiftly rolls you onto your back again and sits up on his knees between your spread thighs. “I love you in these, but I want to see all of you,” he rasps, tugging at your ruined panties and pulling them off while his eyes stay glued on your saturated folds. Climbing back up your body, he spreads your legs wider and leans forward bringing his cock to your core. You look down to watch him steadily thrust his length against your slit, bumping against your clit on the upstrokes.

Wanting to draw out his teasing, he grips his slickened base and slaps his dick against your slippery folds. Each wet smack sends waves of electric pleasure through your system as Jungkook works you back up. “Just fuck me, baby. I’m ready.” you insist. Your gaze trails up, meeting his heated stare.

“I want you to keep your eyes on me when I make love to you,” he says, voice dropping an octave. When you nod in understanding, he catches his tip against your entrance and pushes back into your ripe, warm cunt. Your legs immediately wrap around his trim waist pulling him closer and encouraging him to brace the weight of his upper body on his hands. Your ankles interlock against the base of his spine to bring him deeper.

Jungkook starts with long, slow strokes, pulling nearly all the way out of you before feeding his cock back into your sopping pussy. Going slow enough for you to feel every ridge of his throbbing length, he impales you over and over.

Your back arches in pleasure and you have to fight to keep your eyes open for him. Wanting him closer, you greedily reach your hands up to pull him down closer to you, forcing him to drop to his elbows as he continues to give it to you slow and deep.

Jungkook braces on his forearms and cradles your head. He tilts your chin up to align with his intense gaze as he continues to plow into you. Brow furrowed and eyes locked, your husband watches your dazed and needy expressions while his body and mind make love to yours.

He’s always so good to you. Devoted and adoring. You’re suddenly struck with the reminder that this beautiful man is yours. Always has been. Always will be. And tonight is a good time to remind Jungkook how deeply you love him. A fear of commitment used to hold you back, but he peeled back your layers and showed you that love didn’t have to hurt. You haven’t been afraid since. Jungkook has the whole of your heart.

“How did I get so lucky?” you say, reaching up to caress his jaw as he continues to thrust into your depths. “I’m sorry I lost sight of us,” you stutter trying to sound coherent as your husband diligently sinks his thickness into you again and again. “I never meant for you to feel-”

“- I know. And I’m sorry I didn’t communicate better, I just- I’m working on it,” Jungkook cuts you off. He knows this is a two way street.

“We don’t have to try anymore if you aren’t ready. Pull out and I’ll suck you off again” you offer. If Jungkook isn’t 100% in, you aren’t either.

“No, I want it. I’m ready for our love to create something beautiful and for everything that comes after that.”

You moan, eyes closing briefly, as Jungkook begins to pick up the pace. The increase in friction against your walls is quickly bringing you towards the edge again. An unexpectedly fierce pump of his hips has you gasping in delight.

“I said-,” Jungkook grunts with another sharp thrust, “-eyes on me, baby.” You pry your eyes open, surprised by his display of dominance and try not to squeal.

Jungkook reaches one hand down to tilt your pelvis back further and you lock your legs up higher on his frame allowing him to shove a pillow under your ass. The new position brings your clit directly under his pubic bone. When he slams back down to stuff you full, he grinds deliciously against you, making you nearly scream out in ecstasy.

“I love you,” you whisper in earnest. “I love you so much,” you moan as Jungkook begins to pound you into the sheets. You’re both quickly unraveling, approaching another high, bodies tingling with impending release. When your thighs begin shaking around him for the second time tonight, he picks up the pace filling the room with a symphony of your euphoria.

Breaking your eye contact briefly, Jungkook looks down at the juncture of your connection and is enthralled by the visual- his cock coming out foamy with your cream and slamming back into your weeping pussy. Groaning, he suddenly feels the sharp sting of your nails raking down his back as you’re overcome with pleasure.

“Come on, babe. Cum on my fucking cock,” Jungkook grunts, urging you towards completion. With your hips canted deliciously, he continues to ram directly against your g-spot.

“Oh fuck, it’s so good. I’m so close,” you babble, feeling Jungkook push deeper against you to stimulate your pulsing clit. Hands clutching your husband and thighs trembling, your eyes slip closed as you finally succumb to his endeavors. You cum with a silent scream, head tilted back and throat exposed as your walls spasm uncontrollably. The wild contracting of your pussy squeezing his cock triggers Jungkook’s own release. His length throbs desperately within your walls as you coax him towards his end.

“Ahh, I- I’m holy shit- I’m cumming, too” Jungkook whines as he climaxes with breathy whimpers, exploding as he fills you with streams of his ejaculate. He thrusts as deep as he can get while his length continues to spurt inside you, shallowly rutting to ride out his high.

Panting, he collapses his weight into your waiting arms. “Oof,” you grunt as you feel your husband’s sweaty and spent body pin you against the bed. You let him rest against you for a while, content to feel the warm fullness of his cock and spunk nestled deep inside you.

“Can I stay inside?” he asks shyly. “I just wanna hold you.” You smile and Jungkook holds you close and carefully rolls under you so you can comfortably lay against him. With his arms wound around your waist and your thighs spread wide with his dick sheathed inside you, he ensures maximal skin contact.

Seeing his blissed out face, you giggle as the two of you revel in your post-coital afterglow. His spent length slowly softens letting some of his cum leak from your used hole onto him and the sheets below. You’re definitely going to have to wash these.

Your fingers find their way into his hair, scratching along his scalp and pushing back his long locks to expose the sexy undercut hiding beneath. Jungkook’s eyes are still closed, but he still leans his face forward knowing you’ll meet his lips with your own. The two of you make out for a little longer, savoring the intimacy shared in your little bubble.

Jungkook clings to you, preening at your gentle caress and basking in his favorite form of aftercare. Your cunt is runny with lube and your combined releases, but you’re too content to lay with Jungkook in your arms to clean up just yet. You lie wrapped around each other for a few more minutes, mindlessly kissing at his face and neck, whispering praises for his performance.

It’s quiet for a long moment, and assuming he must have fallen asleep as he tends to do after a vigorous round of love making, you attempt to unwind your limbs from his. Grumbling, he tightens his hold around you, preventing you from getting far.

“Jungkook,” you warn with a laugh, “I have to get cleaned up.”

“Mmm not yet, hold me a little longer” he requests as he burrows deeper in your embrace.

Sighing, you relent, slowly dozing off with your husband in your arms.

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When you wake, you find that you've shifted in your slumber. Jungkook's chest is plastered to your back and he has an arm slung over your waist with a hand curled around one of your tits. The mess between your legs has dried making you cringe when you move to get up. Leaving Jungkook who is slowly stirring, you go to the bathroom to shower.

You step under the spray and let the warm water relax you while you clean off the sweat and unholy mix of bodily fluids from between your thighs. You hum along to the new Beyond the Scene single and sing some of the chorus that you can remember. You exit the shower, wrapping a towel securely around you and return to rouse your sleeping husband.

You find that Jungkook is already awake and sitting against the headboard. “You know, I hope our kid doesn’t inherit your singing voice,” Jungkook cackles, cutting through the silence.

"Why you-," you gasp, tackling him down into the sheets and laughing along with him. You pin him down and pinch at his nipple in retaliation. It’s not long before he’s pulling the towel from your body and rolling you under him to latch his mouth to your cunt. Before the night is over, he delivers another two orgasms and a fresh load. After all, practice makes perfect.

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 3 years

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heyy! could you do something where your in a poly relationship with Remus and sirius, you’ve been teasing them all day and they just get fed up and they tie you up with a vibrator at the full setting? idk this might be to much detail lmao

Take it

I present to you: Angry hotheaded werewolf and eyeliner wearing dramatic rich boy teaching you a lesson. Pls step on me-

Hope you enjoy!!

Warning: 18+

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If there is something you enjoy doing it would be teasing your boys. And today you woke up and chose violence.

Pulling out your skirt you rolled the waistband up to make it shorter, just barely covering your ass. You decided to not wear a bra, but a simple white blouse with your house stitched onto the fabric. Everytime you moved the shirt would ride up to expose some of your skin and your nipples would harden, noticeable if someone would look at your chest. You put on your knee high socks and shoes, grabbing your bag and left to get some breakfast in the great hall.

Arriving there you made your way over to your boys and Remus turned instantly when he smelled your scent, smile dropping into a gape the moment he saw your attire. Sirius followed his point of view and his eyes scanned you body, jaw clenching.

„Hi boys“ you said, voice overly cheerful. „Saved me some?“

„Sure love“ Remus cleared his throat „the plate‘s yours.“

„Great, thanks!“ You gave him a kiss, digging into your food.

Sirius nearly moaned when you held his gaze and licked marmalade off your fingers. He just wants to bend you over and fuck you, wanting to show everyone that you belong to them alone.

You winked at him, turning your attention to Remus who had been staring as well, a flush on his pale skin.

“You have peanut butter right there” you pointed out at the dazed boy.

“Hm?” His eyes were a little unfocused, staring at your chest. You bit back a smile and leaned forward, kissing it off. “There, now it’s gone.”

“Merlins beard”, James said “keep your private life P-R-V-A-T-E”

“You forgot a letter”, Lily pointed out.

“Oh really?” James said seductively “You might want to tutor me Evans...”

Lily rolled her eyes and James pouted.

“Even I got embarrassed by witnessing this. Honestly Prongs, step up your game.” Sirius teased, laughing at his friends discomfort.

“Shut your mouth Pads, at least I’m not drooling over someone licking their fingers-”

Sirius cleared his thoat and you made an amused sound when you saw him blush.

“Oh and Remus, your cup is already empty. Are you trying to slurp the glass through your straw or what?”

Now it was Remus’ time to clear his throat and look away from your tits.

James winked at you and you smirked back, for once your boyfriends decided to stay silent. James had been right after all. Looking down you saw them adjusting their pants and you giggled silently.

---

„Can you grab the book from my bag I need the instructions“, Remus told you, trying to get the potion right. Sirius was sitting there, blowing spit bubbles.

You smiled to yourself when you heared them gasp as you bend down to get his bag. Turning around you saw them staring at your face, not only flustered but angry as well.

„What the hell are you doing?“ Sirius hissed, pulling you to sit down.

„What?“ You asked innocently. „You don‘t like my panties?“

Sirius‘ eyes widened and he immediately corrected himself. „Nonono baby they‘re fine I just-“

Remus grabbed your jaw turning your head to him. „What he‘s trying to say is: Stop acting like a slut and we‘ll drop the punishment.“

You smirked and shook your head. „I‘m not doing anything. You‘re just horny.“

Remus rolled his eyes and gave you a strict look. „Behave.“

„Yes Daddy.“

James screamed as your boys groaned in embarrassment.

„YES WHAT NOW?“

---

You and the girls were sitting by the lake, doing yoga. Fucking Lily and her ideas. It was fun, but way to hot to be doing moves like that. At least that‘s what you thought until you saw the marauders approach.

„What are you doing?“ James asked plopping down next to Lily on the grass.

Sirius and Remus took a seat next to you, sandwiching you in the middle.

„Yoga“ Lily said curtly. „Wouldn‘t expect you to know.“

James huffed. „Of course I know what yoga is. See?“

You were pleasantly surprised when you saw James doing the crow pose. That shit needed some real strength and apparently Lily was impressed as well. You smirked when she blushed a little at the muscles bulging in James‘ arms.

She chose to ignore him and turned back to you. „Right ladies, lets stretch our backs before we continue.“

You smirked when she threw you a wink, knowing about your plan of teasing the guys. You leaned forward, arching your back as you spread your knees a little. Your shorts were pulled taunt over your ass, thong peaking out from the waistband.

„Oh Jesus-“ Remus whispered, pulling his bag on his lap. Sirius‘ mouth fell open and he glared at you when you glanced over your shoulder to give him a coy smile.

---

„That fucking brat is doing it on purpose!“

Remus shot Sirius a bored look. „No fucking shit Pads.“

„God when I saw her this morning I wanted to bend her over and fuck her raw. Did you see how she sucked her fingers?“

Remus groaned. „I was too busy staring at her tits, Pads. Since when is she into yoga?“

Sirius snorted. „Not surprising to be honest, the way she bends when we put her into any position we want.“

„I just want to tie her up and-“

„-make her cum.“

They grinned at each other but quickly shut up when you sat down to eat your dinner. They did nothing more than press a kiss on each cheek and would not once glance your way. You were confused, why the sudden changevin attitude? Normally they would be all over you by now.

You decided to step up your game. You put your hands on their thighs after you finished eating and saw Sirius bite a little to aggressively into his meatballs. Remus stayed indifferent.

Your hands slowly crept higher, now directly over their crotches and Remus took your hand in his, squeezing painfully. You winced, but kept your hand on his lap, feeling him harden under you.

„Right we‘re done, Prongs and Wormtail, look for a place to sleep for tonight.“

James groaned „A-fucking-gain? What are you, 12?“

Remus stood up as well, grabbing your elbow to drag you to their dorm.

Remus shoved you on the bed, ripping your clothes off and kissed you hard. He pushed you back until your head was against the bedpost and straddled your belly, kissing his way down to your bare tits.

„I fantasized about these the entire..fucking..day“ Remus growled out, slapping your breast with every word. You cried out when he sucked your nipple into his mouth, teasing you with his sharp teeth. Sirius bend your knees and spread you open wide, blowing against your swollen clit.

„Ah fuck please!“

Sirius flicked your clit and you yelled in pain, trying to close your legs, not that you could match his strength.

Remus got off and went to his trunk, pulling out your vibrator just as Sirius gathered your wrists in his hand and tied them to the bed.

„Listen pup“ Remus said sharply „Since you think you can jus tease us all day by prancing around like a slut, we‘ll treat you like one.“

You were about to answer but Sirius took the chance to stuff your mouth with your panties.

„Noone asked for your input, puppy.“

Remus put the vibrator on the highest setting and pushed it in as far as he could. He fucked you with it for a few seconds until he found your sweet spot and pounded against it. You were crying out in pleasure, legs shaking and he let go.

Sirius and Remus knelt down on both sides of your legs to keep them open and played with your breasts.

„Look at her pretty tits Moony. I bet they‘re sore already.“

Remus smirked when your eyes teared up at his pinching. „Aw poor baby, must hurt really bad. Does it hurt pretty girl?“

You nodded, eyes glassy as you begged for your orgasm.

„If you cum“ Sirius drawled „we‘ll force more out of you. But if you can hold back, we‘ll give you only as much as you want.“

You glared at Sirius and he laughed as he saw your desperate expression. They knew how impossible that deal was.

You tried to hold back, you really did. But then they decided to make out right there, kissing and moaning into each others mouths so passionately, that you came at the sight. You screamed out your realse, the vibrator not only drilling against your sweet spot but clit as well.

Remus smirked and pulled the panties out as you continued to cry out, trying to get rid of the toy. Sirius pushed it back in and you came again, squirting a little as you nearly passed out from the force.

„Guess you made your choice slut, so you better be a brave little girl.“

You can‘t remeber how many orgasms you had as they ignored your pained cries and whimpers. Was it four? Five?

„Please!“ You wailed „Please enough! Please! Yellow! Yellow!“

Sirius didn‘t take the vibrator out, only lowered the setting and leaned over to pout. „What is it baby, can‘t cum anymore?“

You whined. „Siri please enough! I can‘t!“

Remus chuckled and leaned over as well, stroking your hair gently. „But baby, there is one more. I know there is. Don‘t you wanna make us proud, hm?“

You mewled softly, clenching your legs, but that made the soft hum of the vibrator press directly on your clit.

„Remus“ you whined as he took a hold of the toy, gliding it in and out. Sirius laid down between your legs, spreading them open and kissed you clit softly.

„Sirius“ you gasped „hurts!“

Sirius didn‘t respond, only sucking your clit in his mouth and lapped at it. Remus turned up the setting again and you let out high oitched moans, fucking back against the thrusts.

„Fuck you taste so good baby, c‘mon give me your cum.“

You trembled all over as Remus encouraged you to cum again.

„Let go pup, be our good girl“, Remus cooed, kissing you to keep you silent as you came for the last time, whimpering into his mouth.

„There we go puppy“ Sirius moaned, taking the toy out to lap at your hole. He hummed at the taste, licking everything clean and got up to kiss Remus, sharing your cum.

„I‘m never leaving without a bra again“, you said, panting hard.

The boys gave you mocking grins, prepping your face with kisses until you were breathless.

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