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angelfrombeneth · 4 months

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MAGICAL DRYING DISASTER - T . NOTT

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Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: After waking up late and discovering you left your washing in the machine over night. You had no other choice to use magic to dry it - except it did dry but also shrunk, massively, in the process. Once Theo finds you let's just say he manages to keep it kept in till the common room. Then it's all fair game from there.

Warnings: SMUT, No Protection - PIV, Theodore is a munch - Fem Oral, Body Worship, Smidge of SubWhiney!Theo, Cursing

A/N: This is my first one-shot fic I've posted in a long time but also my first one EVER on tumblr. I used to write on wattpad and ao3 but took a very long hiatus. So excuse if my smut writing is a bit off or any spelling mistakes I currently have acrylics on - its quite hard to type.

Click Clack.. Click Clack...

You ran towards your class quickly, pulling town the absolute belt of a skirt you wore today before entering into your potions class. Late.

"Miss Neveah.. Thank you for finally joining us" Snape panned. His face expressionless as he stared at you. A slight hint of disapproval in his face.

"I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again!" You scurried to your seat beside Pansy.

"It most definitely will not" He groaned before turning back to the chalk board to continue his explanation.

You shimmied on your seat, pulling as much skirt down as you could. Practically flashing those behind you of your bright red thong and gorgeously placed star tramp stamp.

Nice touch is what you thought when you got it a few months ago after a night out in the muggle clubs with Pansy. She persuaded you and said Theo would love it. Or which he did.

"Y/N.. your skirt is practically a belt. Trying to flash us all?" She whispered, giggling as he peered down as your legs, absent of any tights aswell.

"Girl.. It shrunk when I tried to use magic to dry it. All my other skirts are dirty" You pouted. "I also couldn't find a pair of fucking tights, I was running so late"

"Its not that bad, just don't bend over if you can" She smiled as she reached to your ponytail tieing in a little green piece of ribbon into a bow. "And don't let Mr Lover boy see you" She snickered.

You sighed, focusing in the rest of your class. Praying not many people noticed. You were pretty daft thinking that. You were already the hot goss. It was only so long till Theo found out.

Though alot of boys in Hogwarts fancied you, they all knew about Theodore Nott swooping in, in 4th year the year before you 'blossomed' as they said. They say he saw the potential and snatched it up while they could.

You walked down the hall, pulling your books to your chest as your red bottoms clipped the wooden floor that spanned the whole school. Many turned your way gawking as you, mostly more than normal due to tour skirt size today.

You weren't a bad girl. You has good grades, you were overly nice to everyone just the people you hung round with were opposite. Many saying you were too nice.

After a quick detour to pick up an extra book from the library you shuffled down the corridor, your heels clicking their signature click against the oak as you walked towards your friends who stood beside your regular post class meeting pillar.

"Sorry I'm late!" You skipped towards them hurriedly. You watched as Theo whipped his head around, his jaw practically dislodging from his face as he stared at you.

Mattheo wolf whistled as he looked you up and down. Smirking as he pushed himself off the wall - "Damn Y/N, I didn't know you had this hiding somewhere"

"Neither did I" Theo's gaze burned through you as he bent his neck to get look at you from behind. Definitely a sight for sore eyes.

"I'm sorry- I fucked up a spell and I was running late I didn't mean to- OUCH! THEO!" you got cut off as he slapped his hand harshly against your ass before gripping a handful as he smirked down at you. The boys laughing at the pair of you.

"As much as I am thoroughly enjoying the sight Bella" He looked down at you, his gaze growing darker by each word that fell from his lips. He leaned in, practically growling in your ear."I don't like to share amore mio"

You gulped at his words as he pulled his jumper off, wrapping it around your waist. Slightly tugging on the fabric jerking you forward into his chest as he smiled down at you before kissing your forehead softly.

"As cute as you two are, everyone's looking. Can we clear out" Pansy groaned.

You snapped back into reality, quietly ushering an apology to the group as Pansy pulled your hand as you both walked hand in hand ahead of the boys.

You heard a smack and an 'ow' turning around quickly as you turned the corner seeing Theo slapping Mattheo across the head. "Flirt with someone else" He groaned. You giggled slightly at his protectiveness.

Once you arrived to the common room everyone scattered to do their own thing. Theo once more approaching you.

"Now..." a cheeky smile appeared on his lips as his hands held your hips softly as he peered down at you. The height difference really getting to you. "I can't stop thinking about that little skirt on you.." His hands slowly moving down and around to the curve of your ass as he nibbled at his lip. "..and how much I want to fuck you in it" He whispered the last part lowly as his tongue poked out and slid across his bottom lip as he squeezed your ass through his jumper.

"Then do it" You caught his gaze, already out of breath from his minimal touch.

It's like that's all he needed to hear. Like without warning and no regards for the fact your friends were just a few steps away bundled in the corner on the coaches - he pulled you tightly, hand on your ass against him as his lips crushed into yours. Needy kisses as if he hasn't kissed you in months.

The sudden rip of his jumper loosening the knot as it dropped to the floor. His hands sliding under the little fabric the skirt had as his nails gripped into the flesh on your ass cheeks. You yelped slightly and he took that as permission to shove his whole tongue down your throat. The kisses grew messier and messier as you both backed up towards the stairs, bumping into everything possible as you both chuckled.

Breaking the kiss as you both removed various pieces of clothing as you scrambled up the stairs. By the time you got to yours and Pansys' room you both had disregarded of practically everything. Theo quickly finishing unzipping his trousers before pushing you into the room, kicking the leg off quickly, flinging his trousers into the centre of the hallway as he shut the door behind him.

You stood infront of him in just your skirt, bra and panties as he ruffled his hair, staring at you like a kid in a candy shop, pondering what you try next.

"DONT WORRY WE'LL CLEAN UP AFTER YOU TWO!" Draco yelled, annoyance plastered in his voice.

That broke Theo out of the trance he was in as he lunged at you, unclipping your bra swiftly as he threw it across the room before pushing you against the bed.

"Fuck, I'm so hard. I can't- I just need to fuck you now" He groaned, biting at his lip anxiously as he stared down at you. "Get on all fours". You obliged and quickly.

You felt the sudden cold breeze against your clit as he tightly yanked on your thong, splitting it apart at he threw it on the floor aswell as he kicked off his boxers.

"Fuck your so hot" He groaned, dropping to his knees as he gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks wide as he licked a nice wet strip up your pussy.

A moan lodged itself in your neck as you bundled up the sheets in your hands as he let out a shaky breath.

"Wanna eat you out so bad, but my cock is throbbing.. Need to treat you well tho" He whined as he spat into his hand as he began to fuck it. His free hand gripping your ass as he dove his tounge deep into you.

You hung your head forward as you let out an exasperated sigh as your toes curled. Theo's tongue worked wonders inside of you. He ate you out like it was dire need. The roughness of his mouth sopping against your pussy as his tongue drilled into your hole. The wetness of both his mouth and your pussy mixing as he moaned against you as he continued to fuck the shit out of his hand. Loud moans rumbled against you as he sucked and twirled like no tomorrow.

You were drawing to your high as you noticed he stopped, pulling away for a moment as he let out a deep growl before a light whimper escaped his lips as he came up the bottom of your bed frame and on the floor. He panted for a moment, light whimpers leaving gis mouth as he toyed with his sensitive dick.

"Fuck- Sorry Principessa. I came, naughty of me to do so before I helped you. I'll make sure you feel extra good" His other hand colliding with your ass again as he dove back in. His nose rubbing harshly against your slit as he flicked his tongue continously against your clit. Sucking and nibbling at it from time to time as he continued to grip and massage at your ass.

The sudden overwhelming feeling drove you over the age as you screeched, yelping as you squirted all over his face. You gasped loudly, crashing to the bed as your legs shook slightly as you panted.

"Mhmm.. Love it when you squirt" You looked at Theo as he wiped the cum from his face, sucking his fingers like a dessert he's got to finish.

"You're so gorgeous, so fucking beautiful.. Beautiful body" He groaned as he slid his hands up your curves, moaning softly as the scene infront of him. "S'lucky.. So fucking lucky.."

He tapped your thigh, as you led on your stomach on the bed, your legs hanging off the end slightly as your tippy toes held against the floor.

"Gunna make you feel so good, amore" he cooed as he lied up his tip with your slit before thrashing it in harshly. You yelped once again at you looked back at him.

"Going to teach you not. to wear. a slut. short. skirt. again. fuck!" He growled with each thrust as your body jerked against his movements. Your body slid up and down the bed as your feet struggled to stay on the floor much longer as he pushed you up the bed.

It wasn't before long till Theo climbed ontop of you, straddling you as he drilled into you. Loud whimpers left you as you clawed at the sheets as you screamed into his duvet.

"FUCK!! ARGH- TEDDY!" you pleaded as your back arched, shoving your ass harder into him as his hands gripped your hips tightly, his nails scatting cresent moons to your flesh as your bodies recoiled against one another.

"Yes! Like that.. fuckkk Teddy more.. please!" You babbled. He reached over grabbing your neck as he pulled your body up against his chest. Your legs trapped between his as he squeezed them shut. His arm tightly against your stomach as he continued to drill up into your pussy. You gasped and whined continously as he groaned and growled into your ear. His grip growing tighter around your neck as he flexed his biceps, his tongue sliding up your jawline to your ear.

"Teddy- I'm gunna cum! Please please please PLEASE! Cum with me!" you whined as your eyes rolled back. The growing feeling in your stomach as his cock continued to thrash into you. You were drunk on the feeling of him buried into you. You tightly shut your thighs together for any ounce more of pressure you could grasp.

"Good girl- M'close" He panted.

Your eyes began to roll back as you gasped for air at the tightening of his arm around your neck. The bursting feeling in your stomach as your whole body recoiled and shook as you screamed like bloody murder with all the air you has left in your lungs as you came.

At that moment Theo threw you down, as your body twitched conthously. He gripped your ass as he thrusted deep before cumming in you. Groaning deeply as he threw his head back. Sweat trickling down his forehead and chest as he panted heavily.

Neither of you moved for a moment to compose yourself. You occasionally twitched at your body recoiled against his dick.

"Fuck me.. So good" Theo pulled out, sighing as he watched cum pool at your slit and began to slide down. You felt his tip against you again as he collected the escaping cum and slightly fucked it back into you. His dick entering you once more as you gasped at the feeling.

"Good girl.. such a good girl.." His light thrusts as he peppered you with kisses all over your back and shoulders.

He gasped slightly as he froze above you. You were about to question him till you felt a slightly release.

"Did you just cum again Teddy?" You giggled as he thrusted once more before pulling out and collapsing next to you.

"Its hard to last with you. You make me so addicted" He smirked, his head turned to look at you. He rested his hand on your ass, squeezing it lightly from time to time.

"I'm glad this skirt shrunk" He chuckled, his smile wide.

You shook your head as you laughed at him. "You're a fool" You shimmied towards him, flicking your leg over his chest as you cuddled into him. His body warm.

He kissed your shoulder softly before softly kissing your cheek, nibbling at your ear before whispering;

"Ti amo amore mio".

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scoonsalicious · 2 months

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Like A Fairy Tale

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dating Bucky Barnes had been like living a fairy tale, but as he distances himself from you and your relationship, you come to the realization that maybe fairy tales aren't meant to come true.

Warnings: Language to make Steve blush, mentions of alcohol use, implied sex, angst with a happy ending.

Word Count: 3.4k This is my very first posted fic, and I am very nervous but I hope you like it! If I've missed any warnings, please tell me so I can add them. Much love and thanks to my bestie @jmeelee for indulging my obsession and dropping everything to read this when I sent it to her <3 Please pardon any spelling/grammar errors. I write for 18+, so minors DNI. _____________________________________________________________

Once upon a time, being Bucky Barnes’ girl had felt like living in a fairy tale. He was everything your younger self had ever dared to dream of in a Prince Charming– attentive, affectionate, kind, and oh, how he made you laugh! You were the envy of all of your friends, the very definition of #couplegoals, and you thanked your lucky stars every night that the two of you had found one another, despite all the odds.

But fairy tales aren’t real.

You weren’t sure exactly when it started, but somewhere in the third year of your relationship, after you’d moved into a handsome brownstone in Brooklyn together, after you’d adopted a fluffy white kitten, Bucky started pulling away from you. The steps that took him from you were small at first– he was taking on more and more missions, opting to stay gone for longer periods of time. Days would go by, and they’d turn into weeks, then a month or two at a time would go by where you wouldn’t see him.

At first, it hadn’t been terrible– Bucky had always made sure to contact you each and every day. A video call whenever he could, a phone call or text when he couldn’t, but slowly, so slowly you barely noticed, the calls stopped coming all together. Sure, he’d answer when you called him… when he could, which wasn’t always possible on a mission, and you hated acting needy and taking him away from his work, so eventually, you stopped reaching out, too.

When he was home, you were like ships passing in the night. You always offered to take time off of work so you could spend some time with him before he was set to head out again, but he never wanted you to jeopardize your career on his account. Your reunions would always be passionate, but short-lived, a few hot and heavy nights before he took off once more to save the world.

You tried not to let it bother you. You really, really did. His job was so important. People’s lives relied on him. Where did you get off getting upset over that? So, you kept it to yourself. Until you couldn’t. Not any more.

“Y/N,” your best friend, Lainy, cornered you at her annual New Year’s Eve party, “where’s Barnes? He’s been leaving you to go solo for months now. I don’t think I’ve seen you with him since Mark’s St. Patrick’s Day Party.”

Ouch. “He’s working, Lainy,” you told her, not wanting to admit that March had been the last time the two of you had gone out together, let alone spent more than three days in a row in each other’s company.

“Yeah, he was ‘working’ over the Memorial Day trip, and the 4th of July BBQ, and Jack and Alice’s wedding, and your aunt’s funeral.” You cringed internally as she applied air quotes to ‘working.’ “And he was ‘working’ on your birthday, and Christmas. Babe, he’s been leaving you alone for almost an entire year. What’s going on? Are you sure there isn’t someone else?”

The worst part was, you knew there wasn’t, or at least, no one individual. When he’d first started distancing himself, of course another woman was the first thing that came to your mind, and you weren’t proud of yourself, but you’d gone through his phone to search for evidence of an affair… multiple times, and repeatedly came up with nothing. And bless Bucky’s heart, but he didn’t have the technological know-how to hide an infidelity from you. Granted, that didn’t negate the possibility that he was randomly hooking up with people while he was away. You’d have to be stupid to not consider the possibility.

You could have asked Steve. You didn’t think Captain America had it in him to lie to you about something like that, but you didn’t want him reporting on your suspicions back to Bucky, nor did you think you could stand to see the look of pity in his eye if he had to tell you that yes, Bucky was cheating on you while you anxiously awaited his return every night. So, you kept the suspicions to yourself.

Your conversation with Lainy had left you deflated. Here it was New Year’s Eve, and you were alone, the man you loved god knew where– just not with you. How many more holidays and milestones and everyday nights were you going to spend by yourself, waiting for a man who never seemed to want to be home with you anymore? This wasn’t the kind of life you wanted, the kind of life you deserved.

You made your way to the kitchen to refill your glass of wine. You’d probably already had too many, but you needed to drown the despair that was slowly filling you up. As you poured an exceptionally generous glass, a man entered the kitchen. You recognized him– Harris, a cousin of Lainy’s who had flirted with you relentlessly for years before you had started seeing Bucky.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up upon seeing you, “it’s been awhile.” He enveloped you in a friendly hug. “How’ve you been?”

You smiled and exchanged pleasantries, catching up on the overall brushstrokes of your life.

“I’m sorry about your breakup,” he offered gently, after you’d exhausted the usual small talk.

“My breakup?” you asked, brow piqued.

“Last few events I’ve seen you at, you’ve been alone. I assumed you and Barnes…” he left the thought floating, the implication hanging in the air: Barnes has left you alone, I assumed you broke up.

You huffed out a laugh. God. Was your relationship actually over and you were the only one dumb enough to not see it?

“If you aren’t seeing anyone,” Harris continued, “I would really love to take you out. You’ve gotta know I’ve been into you for ages, and I figure if I don’t shoot my shot now, who knows when I’ll have another chance.”

You cocked your head and looked at him, taking in his earnest demeanor. Here was a man who genuinely wanted to spend time with you. Why were you waiting on someone who no longer wanted to be around?

“Um, I might have to get back to you on that, Harris,” you told him before excusing yourself. You needed air.

You found yourself on Lainy’s balcony, the air deceptively mild for the end of December in Manhattan. Alone with your thoughts, you pulled out your phone and dialed Bucky’s number. It went straight to voicemail.

“Someone asked me out on a date tonight,” you said into the recording, your voice choked with tears you didn’t want to shed. “And I think I might say yes, because, honestly Buck, what are we even doing anymore? You’re never here, and I’m always alone. I tried. I tried so fucking hard to not let it get to me, because your work’s important. I know that. I do, and I’m not begrudging you for your job. But… but I can’t keep on like this. I can’t even remember the last time we spent more than three days together. Isn’t that crazy? Three days. Everyone thinks you’re cheating on me. Did you know that? You’re away so much that everyone I know is convinced you’re fucking someone else. Maybe you are, or maybe you already left me, but I’ve been too stupid to notice; if that’s the case, you could have just told me.”

You kept your composure as you left the message. You weren’t angry at him; you never could be. You were just tired. So tired, and so lonely.

“All I know is that it’s another night where I’m all by myself, wishing you were here, wanting to talk to you, to feel you, and you’re just… not. You’re off doing something, or someone, more important than me, and I used to be okay with that, but I can’t be anymore. I deserve more than waiting on you, Buck. I deserve to be someone’s priority. I really wish I could have been yours, the way you were mine.

“So, let’s just call it, okay? Your heart’s obviously not in it anymore, and mine is too tired of being hurt and alone. We’ll have to figure out what to do about the house. I’m keeping Alpine, though. You haven’t been here for her, either, and it wouldn’t be fair of you to take her if you’re never going to be around.”

Inside, you could hear the rest of the party as they counted down to midnight. When they reached zero, the night erupted in fireworks, and you could hear cheers and cars honking their horns throughout the city below you.

“Huh,” you said into your phone, “it’s midnight. Happy New Year, Buck. I hope it ends up being a good one for you, and I’m sorry for whatever I did that made you decide you didn’t want to spend this last one with me.”

You hung up the phone and the tears finally fell as you slid down the balcony railing until you were crouched on the floor. You weren’t sure how long you sat there crying, but eventually Lainy found you, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders and ushering you into her spare room. She helped you change out of your cocktail dress and into a spare pair of pajamas, and helped you wash your face before tucking you into bed. She left you with a glass of water and a kiss on the forehead, promising that tomorrow would be better, that the next best chapter of your life was about to begin, but as you drifted into a fitful sleep, you couldn’t find the will to believe her.

You woke the next morning with a throbbing headache, the alcohol and the tears doing nothing but dehydrating you into agony. You grabbed your phone to check the time, but the battery had died in the night. From the slant of the sun coming in from the guest room window, it looked to be late morning or early afternoon.

You changed back into your dress, thanking Lainy for her help and making a small joke about doing the walk of shame in your clothes from the night before. You avoided her questions about what had happened, promising to go over it at length at the weekend after you’d had some time to process. You weren’t in the best headspace to get into at the moment.

Fortunately, your best friend knew you well enough not to pry, and you said your goodbyes, plans for brunch on Sunday having been made. You weren’t eager to get back home, to be surrounded by reminders of Bucky, when all you wanted was the man, himself. But he was your ex-boyfriend now, you supposed. You were going to have to come to terms with that sooner than later. Besides, Alpine needed to be fed, and you weren’t going to abandon her.

Your keys clicked in the lock as you opened your front door. “Al, baby,” you called, kicking off your heels and closing the door behind you, “Mommy’s home. You hungry, sweetie?”

You began making your way back toward the kitchen when a loud crash from upstairs got your attention. You rolled your eyes; what had the cat knocked over now?

But then there was the roar of a body barreling down the upstairs hall and toward the stairs, leaving you frozen where you stood. You cast a glance to where you’d left your phone in your purse by the door. Too far away to reach in time to call for help as the intruder came pounding down the stairs.

A massive figure rounded the corner, nearly knocking you over.

“Bucky?” You blinked, sure your eyes were playing tricks on you, but no– there he stood, and he looked like shit. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, and his eyes were swollen and red-rimmed. He’d obviously been wearing the same clothing for at least a day, if not more.

“Y/N,” he breathed, throwing his arms around you and wrapping you in an almost bone-crushing embrace. “Sweetheart, I was so worried.”

“What are you doing here, Buck?” you asked him, pulling away from him. God, you wanted to let him hold you, but you just couldn’t. Not anymore.

Bucky cupped your face in his hands, blue eyes desperately searching yours. “I got your message. Doll, it fucking broke my heart. I came straight home, but you weren’t here, and I was terrified that you were gone; that you’d left me for good.”

You scoffed. “I’m not the one who leaves, Bucky.”

He flinched at your words. “I know, Baby. I know, and ’m so sorry. I had no idea. I shoulda known what leavin’ you so much was doin’ to you, ‘cause it was doin’ it to me, too. When I heard you say that people– that you– thought I was cheating on you, that I had neglected you so much you thought I found someone else, that I could ever love anyone else, ever want anyone else– I’ve never hated myself more, doll. I can’t stand that you even had those thoughts in your head for one second, because it’s always been you. There’s never been anyone else. You’re it.”

“Then why have you been gone?” you asked him in a whisper. “If there’s no one else, and I’m it, why don’t you ever want to be with me? Why do you keep leaving?”

Bucky ran both his hands along his face. “God, it feels so stupid now,” he said with a sigh. “But I was trying to save–”

“Trying to save the world, yeah, I know,” you interrupted him, annoyed. “Trust me, I’m well aware that I can’t compete with that. But I needed to know you thought we were worth saving, too, and you never did.”

Bucky started laughing then, and you scoffed. “Wow, you don’t have to rub it in, Bucky.”

“No, no– Sweetheart, no!” he shook his head. “That’s not it, at all. Hold on.” He went to the foyer and grabbed his go-bag; you had missed it when you walked in. Coming back to the kitchen, he put it on the table, opening it up and extracting a folded piece of paper and handing it to you.

It was a real estate listing for a farmhouse Upstate, with acreage on the Hudson. You and Bucky had talked about what kind of house you would buy if the situation had ever presented itself, and it was almost as if you’d dreamed it up.

You looked from the paper back to Bucky. “I don’t understand,” you told him.

“It needs pretty extensive renovations,” he told you. “I wanted to take on enough overtime to have the money for them and make a good dent on the mortgage, but it needed more work than I originally thought. And, I have to come clean– I haven’t been one hundred percent honest with you about where I’ve been spending all my time.” He looked up at you through his lashes, head bent down in shame.

“But… but, you said there wasn’t anyone else,” you stammered, heart ready to beat out of your chest.

“Oh god! No, and I mean that! There isn’t, I swear! God, I’ve fucked this up so bad!” Bucky tugged at his hair in frustration. “I’ve been going on extra missions, but sometimes, Sam, Steve, and I go Upstate to do some work on the house, to cut down the costs so I could still make my timeline.”

“You already bought it?” you asked, your voice flat. You were in shock. “You want to move out? Away from me?”

Bucky moaned in distress and drew you to him again. “No! God, I’m doing this all wrong. I want us to move there, together. To make it the perfect house. The perfect home for me, my wife and our stupid fur baby.”

You stilled at his words. “I’m sorry, your what?”

Bucky smiled at you sheepishly as he reached back into his go-bag. “I’ll have you know that I had an entire plan. Was gonna have the house ready by Valentine’s Day. Take you up there as a surprise, ask you properly, but I fucked that up, so…” He brought his hand back out, holding a small burgundy velvet box. He opened it to reveal a vintage engagement ring, a sapphire instead of a diamond. Your favorite stone.

Bucky got down on one knee. “Y/N,” he began as his voice choked up a bit with emotion, “I know I fucked up for the last eight months. I would completely understand if you can’t forgive me, but I need you to know that I love you. I have only ever loved you, and if you let me, I will spend the rest of my life making up for the fact that, even for a moment, I let you think that you weren’t the most important thing in my life, my number one priority. Will you marry me?”

“Buck…” you began, not sure how to phrase what you were about to say. “What about your job? I can’t keep coming in second to the rest of the world, and I get that it’s selfish of me, but–”

“I quit,” he said simply.

“What?” Your eyes were wide with shock at his statement.

“The second I heard your voicemail, where you said you wanted to call it because I was never there, I told Steve I was done, that I needed to start putting you first. It wasn’t even a question. I’m officially retired.”

Your mouth hung open. You had hoped he would cut down on his missions, but for him to have quit completely… You gently tugged him to his feet, taking the ring box and running a finger across it.

“It’s lovely,” you told him softly. “Absolutely perfect; exactly what I would have picked for myself.” Bucky beamed at you, pleased. “But I can’t accept it.” His face fell as you gently placed the ring back in his hands.

“Oh,” he whispered, eyes growing glassy. “I… um, I understand. I fucked up, hurt you. I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

“I still want to be with you, you idiot,” you admonished him. “But you did hurt me, and we’ve been apart for a long time. We need time to find our way back to each other again, okay? Ask me again on Valentine’s Day, just like you originally planned. Don’t do it now just because you fucked up.” You leaned up on your tip toes and kissed him. “And if it helps make you feel better, I’m probably going to say ‘yes,’ anyway.”

Bucky grinned at you. “Really?” he asked. When you nodded, he picked you up and spun you in a circle before pressing his lips to yours as if he hadn’t touched you in months. “I promise you, Sweetheart, I’ll do anything I can to make this up to you, I swear it.”

“Anything?” you asked with a smile. “I think I know where you can start.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked you. “And where’s that?”

“Take me to bed, Bucky Barnes,” you said, kissing him again.

Without a word, Bucky swung you over his shoulder and ran with you up the stairs, your squeals and giggles echoing behind him.

Much, much later, when you lay sated together tangled in limbs and sheets with Alpine snuggled next to your heads, Bucky played with your fingers as you rested your head on his bare chest.

“So, Doll,” he said, kissing the pads of each of your fingers, “you gonna tell me who had the nerve to ask my girl out on a date?”

You laughed. “Lainy’s cousin, Harris. I suppose I’ll have to text him now and tell him I’m not interested.”

“Hell no, you’re not interested,” Bucky chuffed. “Gonna have to remind that punk you’ve already got a boyfriend. The position has been filled.”

“That’s the thing, though,” you said, planting a kiss on his nose. “I don’t have a boyfriend anymore, do I?”

Bucky’s face fell. “But I thought you said–”

“I’ve got myself a fiance.”

Bucky tightened his grip around you, drawing you even closer to his warmth. “Yeah, okay. I gotta admit I like the sound of that a lot better.”

Your entire relationship with Bucky Barnes might not have played out like a fairy tale, but in that moment, you were more sure than ever that you two would get your happily ever after.

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charmingcritter · 1 year

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BESTIE GUESS WHO WATCHED THE GREAT GATSBY

#ME #the gay energy btwn Nick and Gatsoy is INTERESTUNG #i never read the book btw in highschool #my brother had to tho and he was surpise I didnt #apoarently its required???? but I never read it?!?!?! or wathed thr movie?!?!?!#U TELLING ME I MISSED OUT ON TOBEY MAQUIRE AND THIS GAY SHIT?!?!?!?#charm chatter #caps cw #forgive the terrible spelling I am boh terrible at texting #and currently have a wounded thumb ouch

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linos-kitten · 4 months

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mistake | lee minho

⇨ pairing: non-idol skz minho x f!reader ⇨ genre: angst, lovers to exes, cheating, ⇨ warnings: curse words, crying, minho is harsh with his words, reader is very hurt. lmk if i missed anything. ⇨ word count: 0.7k ⇨ lyrics: "You can think that you're in love When you're really just in pain" | Moral of the Story by Ashe ⇨ a/n: aaah finallyy! i might make a part two if you guys like it enough lol. feedback and reblogs are always appreciated! i apologize for any bad grammar or spelling.

"i wish i never fucking met you!" minho shouted.

ouch.

your eyes widened. how could he say this? your boyfriend whom you love with all your heart, how could he hurt you like that?

"i made a mistake. i fell in love with the wrong person. i thought i was in love, but i was actually in pain." you shouted back. this wasn't the right time to cry, even though you were on the verge of collapsing. you were angry, hurt and disappointed.

it all started when you weren't feeling well, so you decided to drive to minho's place. you didn't call him to say that you were coming over. instead, you sent him little texts.

"i'm driving to your place baby"

"not feeling the best"

when you arrived at your boyfriends place, you opened the door with the spare keys he gave you. you looked around the place and saw a black leather jacket. it wasn't yours, right?

you walked over to the jacket and started 'exploring' it. you stuffed your hand in the right pocket and took out a red lipstick. you recognized it..

ouch.

it was your ex best friend's lipstick. and her jacket. of course it was her fucking jacket. she wore it the last time you guys hung out. that toxic so-called 'best friend' who treated you like absolute shit.

was your boyfriend seeing her in secret?

hell no. that's not minho. but.. it was her jacket though? and her lipstick?

later on, you found minho's phone on the couch. where was he? was he even at home? after you unlocked it, you found all the messages between him and her. they texted about meeting each other again to have some fun. and that's when you knew how fake they both were. your 'boyfriend' and the toxic ex best friend.

it was all ruined for you. you were absolutely ruined. not knowing if minho was home or not, you drove back to your place in tears.

the next day, you came over to minho's place to 'talk'. but, that talking turned instead to shouting, as expected.

"you made a mistake? fuck no. i made a mistake for dating such a bitch like you." minho shouted. the veins in his neck were visible to see. tears started to appear in your eyes. you were hurt, you wanted to disappear. you wanted to get out of his apartment, the apartment he fucked your ex best friend in, but you also wanted to let everything out of you. you wanted to let him know how much of a shitty boyfriend he was for fucking your ex best friend.

"i'm the bitch? what the fuck have i done? minho, you fucked my ex best friend! imagine yourself in my situation. how would you react if i was secretly fucking your ex best friend? your ex best friend! wouldn't you be out of your fucking mind and-"

"get out" he spat. just like that? get out?

"nothing to say now huh?" you express.

"get out of my place before i fucking drag you out"

you were speechless. how even could he say this shit to you? you didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve you.

with no other words said, you barged out of his apartment and slammed his door behind you.

it's all over, minho thought. he was about to burst. burst into tears. he regretted doing this. he regretted his harsh words towards you. but most of all, he regretted what he have been doing behind your back. how could he do this? fucking you ex best friend and then shouting about you being the bitch. what does that make him then? a cunt? a dickhead? a fucking whore? a mixture of all, he thought.

meanwhile you, were leaning down on the steering wheal of your car, crying. it was upsetting. minho was harsh with his words. that was your first time seeing him shouting that much. you have never seen minho in this state. sure, he could get angry, but most of the times he kept it inside of him. because when minho gets mad, it's game over.

minho wasn't the type to show his emotions very often, but with you. oh with you, he was the sweetest. he was one of your special priorities, he was the love of your life. you loved him with all your heart, and you still love him. you try to not stop loving him.

but how can you still love him after what he did? how can you still love him after he made you cry your lungs out? how?

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arxxq · 14 days

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• 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇, 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘...🌷•

୨⎯ "eyes don't lie, say you're mine?"⎯୧

My first Aventurine x reader post. (also my first hsr imagine post)

Mentions and implied afab/female reader so I apologize for that I will try to make it up by making a gender neutral imagine soon. stellaron hunter reader!! Pure sfw? Fluffy + angst? Mistakes will be corrected once I find the time and energy to reread it. English is not my first language so please keep in mind my usage of words is not advanced and my grammar will have mistakes as well as spelling so bare with me here. Quite long...?

"I hate you..."

Those were the words she always had said to a certain blonde headed IPC executive. She didn't know why she even crossed paths with him in the first place....but unfortunately it was all written in her script that Elio said so.

Like her coworker Sam, her script was also quite brief. Nothing but a few short sentences and it aggravated her so badly.

But lines in her script said she'll break rules one day for a certain man...she scoffed at that fact. "For a man? Really?" She didn't like the idea of so.

But now realising it...maybe that line in her script was for that certain IPC executive.

She hated it. No matter how much she said "I hate you" to him...she always finds herself meeting him all over again. Was she really head over heels for an IPC executive? It made her stomach sick.

"I know you say that all the time," she snapped out of her thoughts when the certain blonde laughed. God that laugh really knows how to make her stomach twirl. "Penny for your thoughts? Or in this case a chip..." Aventurine asks the woman in front while flipping a chip in the air.

"or we could continue gambling though I'd say I would win either way" he always did after all. His good luck is what makes it so unique. "It's fine.." she gave him a short response. "Now hey what's with the cold shoulder?" Aventurine is clearly confused.

The woman sighed looking at her chips. Her gaze then changed moving it to meet his. Now noticing it she saw the beauty in his multi-colored eyes...even if it has no light it still seemed to shine stars to her. She then let out a hitched breath and without thinking she muttered. "Your eyes are pretty..."

Now realising it she cursed in her head...

"I love him..."

"shit I fucking love him..."

"Your eyes are pretty.."

Aventurine's eyes widened in shock. Did he hear that right? The woman who constantly reminded him that he hated her was complimenting him?

"Are you alright you're acting weird," he laughs trying to change the mood but she looked so deep in thought.

He will be honest meeting her a year ago was probably one of the things he still remembers till now. He never expected to cross paths with her either.

"Well if it isn't miss stellaron hunter [name], I never expected to see you here~" the woman in front of him looked at him in utter disgust.

"An IPC executive? You must be under the ten stonehearts then?" Her words were harsh but nonetheless Aventurine was too distracted with the softness of her voice. To him her voice could calm the oceans. It was so soft yet her words were hurtful.

"Ouch [name] I'm hurt, my name is Aventurine of the Ten Stonehearts, senior manager of the strategic investment department in the IPC it's an honour to meet you ma'am,"

That was their first encounter but it seems like he remembers and can recall every single moment they've spent with each other.

Silence engulfed their surroundings, there was no one else there but the two of them. None of them dared to utter a single word. Aventurine gaze lingered on [name] and her words.

"your eyes are pretty..."

Indeed he's gotten compliments that his eyes are pretty, but to him her eyes were much more majestic than his. Sure it never compared to him but he would always get so lost staring at them. As for her beauty that's where he was at first so lost but no he has an answer.

To him she was but a piece of art that can't easily be won through a gamble or any sort of money. She was an artwork that was unfinished yet so astonishingly beautiful that he admired her forever if he wanted to and he would.

He wanted to love her, he did...but he couldn't. It had nothing to do with him being in the IPC but rather his fear of losing her. After all even with his good luck it seems like it has no affect on his loved ones as he lost them once and twice and thrice and he was not willing to lose another one.

It was a gamble indeed and for once he didn't want to take this one...but it was so tempting.

But he couldn't...after all he can't possibly try to love someone else without learning to love himself more.

It was devastating indeed.

"life sent me you, but I can't have you in order to not lose you so soon...."

[name] didn't know what to do...she could tell from afar that the said man never really loved himself...not finding any enjoyment in the things he's doing. He was afraid but he hid under a confident facade.

To her Aventurine was Fragile as a dandelion but yet he was as brave as a wildflower. To her he was just a beautiful boy with such a broken soul yet she loved him. In the start she was in denial but in her script she remembered a line that was long which never was usual...

"Your heart will fall for another, a confident soul yet so broken in denial you will be, you will soon learn to seek for his love. Your heart knows the way so run in that direction no matter the risk and the consequences that will come..."

She now knows what it meant. She loved him and she wished that she could possibly lend her eyes to him so he could see just how spectacular he was in the eyes of someone who was supposedly born with hatred and see the newfangled that dance within her vision when he sees him.

The girl smiled without knowing because in her head she realised that meeting him was destiny's will.

"what chance did I stand against kismet (fate)? Even if I did hate it I don't regret it now...at some point some rules in life really were meant to be broken..."

As for Aventurine the moment he saw her smile...even if it was so small to him it was like a gift from the gods and above. To him she looked like an ethereal yet ghostly angel with a divine smile on her archangel face.

She was like the moon or perhaps the sun? It didn't matter anyways as her beauty was intimidating yet that was the reason she admired her so much. Seeing her smile was the last straw to him. He knew that she lived her life hating on others due to the hate that was given to her...so he wanted to give her a different perspective hoping that it could make her learn that there are some things worth to love

In each of their minds they made a choice...

"maybe just this once..."

"I wouldn't mind gambling my life just so I can love her and this time I'll be sure I won't lose her...so she can learn that there are things in life worth loving..."

"Just this once..."

"I'll adjust the rules and listen to my heart just so I can love him hoping he'll know how amazing he really is..."

There were just two human beings...and sometimes it's never really wrong to listen to your heart and desires no? Because in this life we all live with desires...whether it can be fulfilled or not it was up to destiny to decide.

For these two...I guess you could say that even fate wanted them to love...after all they can't possibly go against that can they?

do not plagiarize my works to any other platform or so...

reblogs and likes are highly appreciated

(feel free to comment and criticise my work nicely so I can improve!!)

a/n: it's quite long since I written something, so it's quite rusty? But if you've read my works before is there any improvement? This is my first hsr creation and it is about aventurine. Ever since I played the quest I got so attached to his lore and he became my favourite. Hope you enjoyed this. I'm not really proud of this work and I'm not sure if it's ooc but if you manage to read it till the end thank you. Have a great day and I hope that to those pulling for Aventurine..you'll get him since he's out in a few hours.

I have 106 pulls saved up wish me luck !

And all the best from me.

Have a great day or night <3

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beneathstarryskies · 19 days

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Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Grimmjow just can't let you go.

Word Count: 2,380

Warnings: toxic behavior, implied social media stalking, mentions of alcohol, fem!reader, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), manipulation

I think it's pretty tame overall but please heed the warnings

Your reasons for breaking up with Grimmjow were valid, although you’d never get him to see that. He was possessive. He was rude to your friends. Although he was never aggressive towards you, it was tiresome to pull him away from every single man who even looked in your direction when you were out together. You loved him dearly, but the relationship had become exhausting. It was tiresome to always have to be the mature one.

Grimmjow didn’t accept it. He wouldn’t accept it. You were his everything. The only ray of light in his world; the person that kept him grounded more than he’d ever been before.

“Good morning, doll,” he texted you every single morning. Sometimes you answered because you felt a tug of guilt in your chest, or because you secretly missed him just as badly. But then you set your phone aside and tried to go on about the day.

He didn’t have to know you still slept in his shirts or sometimes sprayed the cologne he left over on your pillow so that you could pretend he was still sleeping beside you.

A month after you’ve dumped him, you manage to go a full week without succumbing to the urge to text him back. Grimmjow was going nuts. He still texted you every morning, sometimes with sprinklings of “thinking about you, dollface” throughout the day. As he grew more desperate, he even sent you a dick pic, “don’t you miss me?” the accompanying text had said.

At the end of the week, your friends managed to talk you into going out. They had you convinced all you needed was a little rebound dick to get over your dry spell, and you’d be back in the saddle.

What they didn’t know was that Grimmjow was all over your social media accounts. The second that group selfie went up, he recognized the club you were at. It’s one of your favorites.

You were already a little drunk when your eyes fell on Grimmjow. He was sitting at the bar wearing a black button-up that was wide open, showing off his muscular chest, and a pair of ripped jeans. He looked as casual and calm as you remembered him, but with that air of confidence that seemed to attract everyone towards him. You felt a surge of jealousy when you noticed another girl sitting beside him, smiling brightly as she attempted to chat him up.

“What are you looking at?” one of your friends asks, swaying drunkenly as she leans against your shoulder.

“He’s here,” you say. “Grimmjow.”

Her eyes follow yours towards the bar, and she raises her eyebrows. You sigh as you watch the girl beside him lean closer, but you can’t sink to his level. You don’t want to be the one getting jealous and making an ass out of yourself.

You down your drink and then try to look confident as you make your way to the bar for another. Even though you’re viscerally aware of his presence just a few seats down from where you’re leaning over the bar ordering drinks, you try to appear as carefree and unaware of him as you can.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him standing up. Then his hand is on your hip, squeezing it like you’re still his. He leans in and you can feel his breath hot against your ear.

“Thought you were hiding from me, dollface. Why didn’t you come say hello?” he says. You shudder immediately, not wanting to give in but craving more of his touch. You squirm out of his grasp.

“I’m not in the habit of saying hello to exes. Especially ones that have a new girl hanging off of them” you roll your eyes.

“Ouch,” he holds his chest as he feigns hurt but then he’s slipping right back into that maddeningly confident smirk. “Don’t be jealous, dollface. I just met her, but we both know who I came here lookin’ for.”

“I-I’m not jealous!”

“Oh? Maybe I should take her home then,” he leans in closer and waves at the girl even though she’s looking pretty pissed. “She is cute, right?”

Your ass is saved by the bartender passing your drink to you. Grimmjow’s hand wraps around the glass before yours does. He steps back, holding your drink hostage.

“You never change, doll. Always the same drink,” he chuckles as he takes a sip.

“Don’t be an asshole, Grimmjow! I came to have fun with my friends,” you whine.

“Fine, fine. Let’s have fun, then,” he downs your drink in one gulp and sets the empty glass on the bar. His large hand wraps around your wrist and he drags you to the dancefloor.

“Grimmjow! I can’t!”

His arms wrap around your waist, guiding you to sway against him.

“You used to love dancing with me,” he chuckles and kisses your neck. “Used to beg me to hold you against me and dance with you like this”

He purrs against your ear as he rubs his crotch against your ass. You whine when you feel his half-hard cock against you, and for a brief moment you remember how good it used to feel when he bent you over and…

“Grimmjow, my friends,” you whine half-heartedly.

“Baby, they’re too drunk to even realize you’re missing. You need me to take care of you.”

Your head falls back against his shoulder as he guides you to sway to the music. You can’t help pressing your ass back against him, and he growls in response.

“Hey, I think you need to go home,” he whispers against your ear. “Want me to take you there, baby?”

“I’m not ready,” you pout.

“Mm, I think you are,” he insists.

He pulls away and you miss his warmth against you so quickly. You almost want to throw yourself in his arms, but instead, you let him take your hand and guide you outside to his car.

“Grimmjow, we shouldn’t…”

“Why not, baby? You still want me, I still want you.”

He knows deep down you’re still in love. He just needed to remind you. He needed you to remember how good things would be between you. It doesn’t have to end just because you have some silly notion in your head that you’re better off apart. He’ll prove it to you.

“Grimmjow, we broke up,” you whine, trying to remind yourself as much as him.

He pins you against the car and kisses you passionately. It takes you a brief moment to lean in and kiss him back. You just can’t stop yourself. Your hands tangle in his hair as your tongues rub together in a fiery fight for dominance that Grimmjow easily wins.

“Fuck,” you whisper as the two of you pull away from the kiss. You shudder softly and have to restrain yourself from kissing him again.

“I should go back inside, my friends are probably looking for me.”

“Come on, baby. You know they’re not. They saw us dancing. They know who you’re leaving with.”

You try to resist, but he’s opening the car door for you and ushering you inside. Before you have a chance to gather your thoughts, you’re sitting in the passenger seat of his car while he’s cranking the engine. As he starts down the road, one hand is on the wheel while the other squeezes and kneads your bare thighs.

“I missed this. I missed you, really fucking bad,” he confesses while keeping his gaze firmly fixed on the road. You can tell by the tight set of his jaw, barely visible by the streetlights ahead, that it wasn’t easy for him to admit his feelings.

“I miss you too,” you admit.

“We don’t have to stay broken up, you know? It’s just stupid to torture ourselves this way.”

“I know.”

You felt stupid admitting it out loud. Over the past few weeks he’s been a constant presence either on your mind or on your phone vying for your attention. You tried so hard to stay strong and resilient. Now in the darkness of his car with his hand on your thigh and a couple drinks running through your system it’s all too easy to give in to his intense presence.

“Have you been with anyone else?” you ask quietly, not wanting the answer but needing to know.

“I mean…Fuck, why do you have to ask me that?”

“Tell the truth,” you plead.

He looks ashamed. The car pulls to a stop in front of your building, and there he is again staring out the windshield into the dark night.

“Yeah. Just a hookup…I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I thought fucking someone else would bring me out of it, you know? Take me back to who I was before I met you, but it didn’t.”

“I haven’t been with anyone else.”

“Am I an asshole for feeling relieved?” he chuckles bitterly, already knowing the answer.

“Sorta,” you laugh too and lean across the console to kiss his cheek.

“Gonna invite me in?”

“Will you still be there in the morning?”

“Yeah, and the next one after that if you’ll let me.”

You know you shouldn’t let him. You should tell him no. You should push his hand off your thigh and yell at him for being a jerk. Instead you nod slowly and wait for him to open the door for you.

Inside your apartment, Grimmjow leads you by the hand to your bedroom. He doesn’t wait for your half-hearted arguments before his lips are crashing against yours. He lets out a soft purr when you kiss him, and he lifts you up to lay you down on the bed without having to break the kiss. His lips drag down your chin to your neck where he nibbles and sucks marks onto your flesh so you’ll remember for days where he’s been. Greedy hands tug at your dress and knead at your flesh in a discombobulated flurry as though he can’t decide whether he wants to touch you or rip your dress to shreds.

“You smell so fucking good,” he growls in the brief instant he can stand not having his mouth on you. Even as he bunches your dress up at your hips, he’s still pressing kisses everywhere he can reach, not caring if his mouth hits your skin or fabric.

“Grimmjow,” you whine.

“Mm, I love how you say my name.”

When he finally settles between your thighs, he can’t even take the time to properly remove your panties. He leans in and drags his tongue against the damp lace. Just the taste of you sends a shiver of delight down his spine. His tongue manages to find your clit and he teases it until you’re tugging on his hair, pleading for more. He hooks his thumb into the crotch of your panties and pushes them aside before leaning in to continue his assault. Feeling his breath on your pussy and the softness of his tongue flicking against your clit makes you whine with need.

He dips his fingers into your entrance to test how wet you are before getting up on his knees. He pulls his shirt off and tosses it onto the ground before reaching down to unbuckle his pants. He pushes them down just past his ass.

“You look so pretty like this, baby girl,” he purrs as he takes in the sight of you laying underneath him. Your cheeks are flushed and you’re panting softly. He grabs your legs and lets them rest over his shoulders. Then, he grabs your hips to pull you closer to him. Your bottom half drags against his thighs until he has you settled just right.

“I want you so bad,” you moan.

“I want you too, baby.”

His eyes focus between your thighs. He drags his cock between your folds to tease your cunt before finally lining himself up to your entrance. You let out a wanton moan as he slides into you slowly, savoring every inch of your velvet walls surrounding his cock. You watch as his eyes roll back in his head, and his jaw goes slack as he bottoms out into you.

“Oh fuck, you feel good,” he pants.

He’s almost forgotten how much he loves fucking you. You’re so needy and clingy for him. Even in this positon with your legs on his shoulders, you reach out to grab his hand. You make everything feel so close and intimate in ways he’d never experienced with anyone else. So often Grimmjow has fucked without feeling but from the very first time you were together he felt loved and seen. It was a feeling he craved during your time apart and a feeling he won’t let go of easily.

“I love you,” you swallow hard.

“I love you too,” he grunts as he thrusts.

He caresses your tits and stomach slowly because he just can’t stand not touching you as much as possible. He moans as he picks up his pace, pounding away as you moan with pleasure underneath him.

“Fuck,” you moan softly.

His thumb traces down your stomach before pressing against your clit. Then, he begins rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves just as he knows you like it, making your eyes roll back with pleasure. With just a few more thrusts, your walls are tightening around his cock. You arch your back as waves of pure, white-hot bliss roll over you.

When your vision clears, you realize he’s let your legs fall to his sides. His eyes are glazed over with lust as he lowers his body over yours, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His pace quickens as he chases his high, then at the last possible moment, he considers pulling out. As you cling to him, he decides against it. He groans and purrs against your ear as he fills you to the brim with his seed, marking you as his once more.

His purring fills the room as he nuzzles against your neck. You rub his back in easy circles. Your eyes flutter closed and you let out a small sigh. Deep down you know there’s no getting rid of him now, and you’re not sure if you want to.

#🌟written in the stars #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader #grimmjow bleach x reader #grimmjow jaggerjack #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow bleach #i'm not sure this turned out as good as i wanted but i hope it's enjoyable anyway

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lqveharrington · 9 months

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Teddy Bear | P.B.P.

pairing: dad!peter b. parker x mom!fem!reader

summary: after not seeing his wife and child for a while, Peter spends the whole day with them, making sure he shows his love and affection to them both.

contains: so much fluff, zero uses of Y/N, kisses, Mayday being cute, Peter being cute, Peter and reader having such a cute relationship together and with their daughter. if you see spelling mistakes, no you don’t.

wc: 3.3k+

a/n: i had to revise this so many times, also i love mayday parker sm, she is just so AGH adorable

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Peter, your husband, had been away for a few days, promising to come home every day but never doing so. You knew it was due to Spider-man duties, so you never took it to heart. You spent the day with Mayday in New York City's downtown, stopping for lunch at a coffee shop.

Mayday abruptly whirled around in her chair, smiling and babbling over her ‘daddy.’ Peter stands by the door with flowers and a tiny teddy bear for you and Mayday when you glance up.

Of course, your child would inherit Peter’s spidey sense or better known as the Peter Tingle.

“Hey, Hun. I'm sorry it's been a tough week.” He says as he walks up to your table and smiles sheepishly.

You give him a small grin back, “It’s okay.” You plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “Mayday has been as wonderful as always, haven't you, baby?”

Mayday smiles warmly and nods, while Peter sighs, sitting down in the booth next to you, placing the flowers and stuffed animal on the table.

“I’m really sorry about neglecting to call you. Work has been really stressful with the whole 'Spider-Man' stuff and it's been hard to catch my breath.”

You reach over and squeeze his hand, “It’s alright. Has Miguel been loading missions on you again?”

“It's not really Miguel…” Peter rubs the back of his neck, looking down at the table. You've known him long enough to detect the difference between his ‘white lie’ voice and ‘there is something more’ voice.

You nod reassuringly, knowing full well that he was hiding something.

“Well, you can tell me all about it later.” You rub his hand. “For now, have a minute with your daughter, Peter. It's been a while since you've seen her.”

Peter nods and turns to look at your adorable toddler. Her eyes sparkle as she excitedly looks up at her daddy. You lean across and kiss her forehead, before smiling and taking your small daughter out of the high chair, gently bouncing her on your lap. Mayday smiles and giggles, showing one of her new teeth to Peter.

“Daddy, look! See my tooth?”

“Yeah? That's awesome, kid!” Peter says, cooing at the toddler.

Mayday continues to giggle and smile as she turns to Peter, asking him to hold her.

You gently take her from your lap, placing her on Peter's knee. Before you can warn him, Mayday puts her hand in Peter's thick hair and gently tugs at one of his strands.

“Ouch. Mayday, sweetheart, don't pull on daddy's hair.” You gently grab her hand away from his hair.

Mayday pouts and leans her head onto Peter's shoulder, playing innocent. Peter sighs, gently petting Mayday's hair. She giggles again and smiles widely at him.

He turns and kisses her forehead, before turning back to you. “I missed both of you. Lots.”

“We missed you too, honey.” You lean over and plant a soft kiss on his lips. “And you little miss.” You change your attention to your baby. “Don't act all innocent now that Daddy is here.” You give her a playful attitude.

Mayday lets out a high-pitched giggle, before leaning a bit closer to Peter. She pokes her finger to his nose, before turning to you and grinning.

“I love daddy!” Mayday exclaims, looking back over at Peter with a bright smile.

She leans a small bit closer, rubbing her small foot against his leg.

“I love daddy too, sweet girl.” You boop her nose. “Let's finish eating and then you and Daddy can play at the park, yeah?”

Mayday nods and claps her small hands together, while Peter sighs, placing his head back on the booth, tired from the week of work.

“I might just fall asleep in the park.” He chuckles as you and Mayday laugh, leaning forward and kissing Peter's forehead. You and Mayday finish eating and pay for the food, before walking out of the cafe with Peter and heading toward the park.

You swung your hand that was interlocked with Peter, Mayday in her stroller. “How about a nap with her when you get home? I bet you she'll love it.”

Peter chuckles and sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Sounds like an ideal plan.” He smiles.

You see Mayday bouncing around in her stroller, looking at the passing birds and trees. She turns back to look at you and Peter, smiling warmly.

“Daddy! Look at the ducks!” Mayday squeals excitedly, pointing to the small pond nearby.

You nudge Peter out of his sleepy trance, “Babe, the ducks! Look at how cute they are!”

Peter looks over at the small pond and sees the ducks sitting in the center of it.

Mayday giggles and squeals, watching them. “Heyyy ducks.” She waves her small hand at them.

“Okay, sweetheart. Say bye-bye to the ducks, we’re right by the playground.” You wave to the animals.

Mayday waves to the ducks, before she turns to Peter and leans forward in her stroller. “Play, Daddy!” Mayday exclaims excitedly, reaching out her small hand for Peter.

“C'mon, Pete.” You sit on the bench near the playground. “Go play with our daughter.”

Peter rolls his eyes but gets up from the bench and walks over to Mayday, gently picking her up and setting her on the ground. She looks up excitedly as he kneels in front of her.

“Hey, kid.” Peter smiles, patting her head.

She giggles and hugs his leg, before grabbing his hand. Mayday pulls him over to the swings, making you laugh at the scene.

Mayday happily pulls Peter toward the swings, giggling happily. Peter chuckles, being pulled by her. She pushes him toward the swings, smiling and happily telling him to sit down.

He kneels and picks Mayday up, before swinging her back and forth in the swing. He giggles with her, as Mayday puts her hands on his cheeks and smiles up at him. You pull at your phone and snap a picture of them, setting it as your wallpaper.

“Are you having fun, sweetheart?” You call out to Mayday.

Mayday nods happily, still giggling and smiling at Peter. “Yes, mummy! I'm playing with Daddy.” She says happily.

You clap at them, “Peter, are you enjoying it?”

Peter looks up at you and nods as Mayday clings to him. She rests her head against his shoulder, still giggling and smiling.

“Yeah...having a blast.” He smiles, gently patting her small back.

“Okay, we have to get home so Daddy can rest and you need a nap, sweet angel.” You pull Mayday out of his lap, kissing her nose.

Mayday giggles excitedly and hugs your leg, before holding her arms out to be lifted into the stroller. Peter watches, smiling at the adorable sight.

You lift her and place her gently in the stroller, locking her in with the straps. You switch your attention to your husband as Mayday babbles for her dad to push her. “Can you—“

Peter sighs and stands up, pushing the stroller slowly. "Yeah, but Mayday better appreciate this." He smiles, practically reading your mind.

Mayday giggles excitedly as she sits in the stroller, leaning forward so she can watch the world pass her.

“Thank you.” You mumble as you loop your arms around one of his, leaning on his shoulder.

Eventually, your little family makes it to your home. Mayday leans forward and smiles at you, holding her arms up in an attempt for you to pick her up. Peter sets the stroller to stop and opens the door to the house, smiling as Mayday tries hugging your leg.

“Looks like she wants you to carry her…” Peter smiles.

You coo at your daughter, “Okay sweets, up we go.” You pick her up and trudge the stairs up to her room.

Mayday giggles excitedly, swinging her arms and legs. Once in her room, you change her and she begs to be set in her bed. You carefully placed her in the bed and tuck the blanket over her body. She looks up at you and smiles.

“Love mummy,” Mayday says cutely, waving her hand in front of her face.

“Mommy loves you too, baby.” You kiss your finger and press it to her cheek. “I'll wake you up for dinner later.”

Mayday nods before closing her eyes to catch a nap. You turn to leave her room, seeing Peter leaning against the wall in the hallway, watching Mayday.

“You two are too adorable.” He chuckles, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder.

“You're too adorable.” You melt in his hand. “Sorry, she couldn't nap with us. You got me though.”

Peter smiles and nods, as Mayday starts talking in her sleep, her soft and gentle tone is almost angelic. His attention turns back to you, hand dropping from your shoulder as he caressed your hand.

“Mayday's adorable but you're the most beautiful, sweet angel I've laid eyes on.” He grins.

You give him a tender kiss at the words. “C'mon, Peter. Let's get you changed into more comfortable clothing.”

Peter nods and heads into the shared bedroom, changing into some casual clothes before returning to you. Your daughter mumbles in her sleep, her dreams causing her small hand to clench tight around her teddy bear. She continues to lay asleep in her small bed, unaware.

“Did you see Mayday's new tooth?” Peter asks.

“Mhm.” You hum as he pulls you into bed together. “First thing she told me in the morning yesterday.”

Peter chuckles before wrapping his arms around you.

"She's the cutest little girl in the world, you know that?" He smiles warmly. "She's gonna be like me, tall and gorgeous." He chuckles, playfully pinching your arm.

Mayday continues to mumble in her sleep, her small fist still wrapped around her teddy.

“She really is cute.” You sink into his embrace. “Yet we made her together and got all your features…”

Peter grins warmly as his arms wrap around you and he leans forward to gently nuzzle his face into your shoulder. “She does sorta resemble me though.” He chuckles. “At least she got my hair and eyes.” He kisses your shoulder softly, pressing his forehead into your shoulder.

Mayday talks in her sleep and grips her teddy tightly. “Mummy…” she whispers softly in her dreams.

“Aw, my baby.” You coo at her dream talk, your heart clenching.

Mayday continues talking in her sleep. “I love you, Mommy…” her voice is quiet and cute, while her eyelids flutter in the small glimpse of a dream.

Mayday's hand tightly grips her teddy bear in her sleep, pressing it gently against her face.

Peter yawns, leaning forward and gently kissing your neck. “Maybe I should get some sleep…” he smiles, his tone a little quieter.

You hum, “Go to sleep, Peter. I love you.”

Peter smiles and rests his head on your lap, his hand caressing your leg. “I love you more…” he whispers, closing his eyes and starting to fall asleep.

Mayday shifts slowly, her face turning and her eyes opening slightly. She sits up in her bed, looking around the room. She opens up her small hand and stares at her teddy bear, tightly gripping it again. She sits there for a moment, still half asleep. She looks over at the door, waiting for you.

You look across your shared room with Peter, seeing Mayday from her room looking for you. You slowly leave Peter's embrace, kissing his forehead, and move to pick up Mayday.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?”

Mayday clings to you, burying her face into your chest. She clings tightly to your arms as her words sound slurred, her sleepy state still in effect.

“...I missed you, mummy…” she mumbles quietly, her tone soft yet sad.

You rub her back, “It's okay. Mommy is here, baby.”

You rock her gently, watching her eyelids droop. You push some of her hair behind her ear, humming to keep her asleep.

You check the time, knowing you have to start making dinner. So, you place Mayday back into her crib and make your way down, thinking of what to make for dinner.

Mayday lays in her crib as she continues to hold on tightly to her teddy bear. She rolls back and forth in her crib, still drowsy from the nap. After a few moments, her eyelids flutter as she sits up in her bed, yawning and stretching her body. Without thinking, she stands up, her legs wobbling slightly. She accidentally tips her crib over, falling onto her bottom, waking herself up in the process.

You jump at the sound, quickly moving up the stairs to Mayday's room but find Peter awake, shushing Mayday. You melt at the scene, entering.

“Mayday, you scared me, sweetheart, are you okay?”

Mayday sniffles softly, looking up at you with big wet eyes. She rubs her head and looks back at the fallen crib, her teddy bear still laying on the ground.

“...I'm sorry, mummy. I..I want to play, mummy.” Mayday rubs her eyes, her voice sounding weak.

Peter sighs, getting up and picking up Mayday, then bringing her over to the bed. “It's alright, Mayday. Just sit on Daddy's lap, okay?” He kisses her forehead.

Peter keeps her stabilized, “Mayday, see, you've got mommy and daddy all worried for you, baby girl. We just want to make sure you're safe.”

You nod, moving closer and get on your knees to caress her soft cheek. “I'm just glad you're okay, yes?”

Mayday smiles weakly at you, looking up and grabbing your finger.

“Mhm...mummy.” She sniffles and wipes off her tears. “I don't wanna sleep in the crib... want to sleep with you and daddy in the big bed…” She leans her face against your hand, closing her eyes. “Sorry, mummy…”

Peter smiles as he watches Mayday rest her head against your palm.

He strokes her small hair, “Mayday, I know you want to be with mummy, but you're still too little. You'll get your big bed in time.”

“I don't wanna big bed, Daddy! I wanna sleep with you and mummy!” Mayday pouts.

“Hey, hey. Sweetheart, that's dangerous. Mayday, mommy, and daddy love you very much, but if you sleep in our bed, you might get hurt.” Peter says in a calm and loving tone. He lays Mayday on his knee, so her head is resting against his thigh. “But, once you get bigger, you can sleep with us as much as you want, okay?”

You glance up at Peter, having a silent conversation with him. “Mayday, how about tonight after dinner, you can sleep with us? Just tonight.”

Peter smiles at you, giving a quick nod.

“Yes! Yes, please!” Mayday says excitedly, her eyes lighting up. “Thank you, Mummy and Daddy.”

Mayday leans onto her father's leg, leaning her head towards you, smiling. “When is dinner ready?”

“Maybe in ten minutes? I'll have to go check downstairs.” You kiss her forehead

“Okay, mummy.” Mayday nods happily, continuing to lean into you as she stares at Peter.

Peter chuckles and runs a hand through her soft hair. “I'll carry you downstairs.”

He slowly stands up with Mayday still on his leg, “Stay on, sweetheart.”

You were taking the pizza out of the oven, carefully placing it down on the dinner table. Mayday leans forward and places her teddy bear next to her seat, sitting down. Her little legs are dangling over the edge, while she looks up and smiles at you.

“Mummy made pizza, Daddy! I love pizza!” She chuckles, looking over at Peter.

Peter smiles as he sits down, placing her on his lap as he puts his arm around you.

“We make a good team.” He smiles, giving your leg a gentle squeeze.

“We really do.” You return the smile, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Mayday picks up her slice of pizza, as Peter starts to slice it in half. Mayday leans forward slightly, smiling at her father.

“Are you going to save me a bit of pizza?” She chuckles, her tone playful and cute.

Peter grins, “You know I am.”

He finishes slicing the pizza and gives her the other half. She smiles excitedly as she begins to eat it, her voice sounding muffled from the food in her mouth.

“Mayday, Honey. Slow down.” You wipe her face with a napkin.

Mayday looks up at you, her lips covered in pizza sauce. “But it tastes really good, mummy.” She smiles.

Peter laughs, “She's enjoying it, don't rush her, babe. She'll eat slower in a second.”

Her face turns back to her pizza, and she starts to eat it at a slower pace. Her little mouth opens and closes repeatedly as she chews the food, her cheeks beginning to puff out with each mouthful.

You look at the little girl in awe. How she became the cutest being to exist and be with you was one of the luckiest things in the world.

Mayday looks up at you, mouth still full of pizza sauce. She slowly swallows her food and wipes her mouth with the napkin.

“Mmmm, thank you Mummy and Daddy… I love you.” Her tone is soft, sweet, and full of joy.

She's always filled with gratitude for the people around her, especially you and Peter.

She gives your leg another grab and smile, before turning to her pizza and finishing it quickly. “Can I have another slice, Daddy?”

Peter looks at you for approval. You nod, lightly tickling your

child. Mayday giggles and covers her mouth.

“No...No.” Mayday says in a playful tone, before turning to Peter. “Can I?” She asks sweetly.

Peter chuckles and nods. “You can have as much as you want, Mayday.” He smiles, cutting up another piece of pizza for her. He hands the slice over to her, and she leans forward for it.

“Thank you, Daddy!”

Soon enough, the three of you are tired and full. Silence filling the room. Mayday leans back, her belly filled with pizza. She lets out a yawn and closes her eyes. Peter yawns as well and kisses her forehead, sitting her back on the dining table chair.

“I guess we should get you to bed, Mayday?” Peter asks.

Mayday nods slowly, still smiling and yawning, her eyes looking tired.

“I want to sleep with Mommy…” she says softly, with a slightly drowsy tone.

You grab Mayday out of the chair, gently taking her into your arms. “Let's get you dressed for bed and then you can sleep with mommy, okay?”

Mayday nods happily, as she rests her head against you. Her limbs dangle loosely and she holds onto you tightly. She's slightly drowsy, her voice tired and sleepy.

She mumbles softly, her tone almost inaudible. “Thank you, mummy... Can I hold onto the teddy? Please.”

She holds tightly onto the teddy bear, and her limbs continue to dangle loosely as she looks at you.

“Of course, sweet girl.” You kiss the top of her head, going into her room to grab the change of clothes and diaper. You quickly change her, “Up we go, Mayday.”

Mayday clings to your arm when you pick her up, smiling. You can feel her eyes falling shut when her head rests against your shoulder. She yawns and leans forward slightly, her head drooping onto your shoulder.

She looks up at you, rubbing around her eyes to keep them open. “… Mummy… Mummy… Mummy…” She yawns again, her eyes feeling heavy as she rubs them again.

“Are we going to my bed…?” She asks, her tone tired.

“You're going to mummy and daddy's bed, remember?” You open the door to your bedroom, hearing the shower running. You guessed Peter was showering. “You're gonna sleep with us tonight.”

“Mhm!” Mayday smiles, her tone slowly getting more sleepy.

She grips the teddy tight, her eyes closing. “Can I sleep with the teddy bear?” She whispers.

Her eyelids flutter as she tries to keep her eyes open, but soon she begins to nod off as she stares up at the ceiling.

“Yes, baby.” You lay down with her, cuddling close. “I love you... Good night.”

Mayday smiles, her eyes closing as she nuzzles against you.

She grips the teddy bear once more, her breathing sounding slow.

“Love you too, mummy. Night night…”she whispers softly, her voice soft and calm.

She turns to her side, holding her teddy bear against her chest.

Her small eyes slowly close and she falls into a deep peaceful sleep.

Peter walks into the room, his hair wet from the shower. He steps up to the bed and gently kisses both of your foreheads.

“You two look adorable. Sweet dreams…” He smiles, as he watches you and Mayday sleep, his tone soft and calm.

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WINTER-010101—"Before Class, I Bang My Naughty Girlfriend Against Her School Locker Until She Makes It Snow With Her Squirt! How Will I Explain This To My Teacher?!"

Kim Minjeong (Winter) x Male Reader Smut

The northern sun streams six AM sunlight through the windows that are almost as blonde as Minjeong's hair. The bright color makes rectangular lamps on the hallway floor your shoes cross, serving as a helpful guide especially because the lights of the school aren't switched on yet.

Oh well, they never are at this time. Six AM is the earliest a student of SMTown High can arrive. That's the hour when the security guard, too groggy and exhausted from the night shifts, just opens the gates to welcome a new school day. He already knows you and Minjeong since the two of you are the early birds, but he still acts like he has never seen you in his life when you forget your ID card.

But for just this once—meaning the three-hundredth time—he let you in. Or maybe he did because Minjeong flashed him her infamous puppy eyes, her flattery-filled words entangling him till he had no choice but to grant you entrance.

Yeah, it's probably because of Minjeong.

At the crack of dawn here in your school, she walks with you through the aisles of blue lockers and classroom doors painted a woody brown. Minjeong is dressed in the uniform all twelfth grade girls wear: a plaid skirt and collared ribboned blouse under a jumper. No ripped jeans allowed. Neither are shorts and skirts above the knee. Pretty strict dress code for people eighteen to twenty years old, literally at the beginning of adulthood, but that's SMTOWN High for you.

"No way. Wasn't this Bae Joohyun's classroom?"

Minjeong's voice makes you stop in your tracks and look her way. Now she is standing at the doorway of a foreign classroom with her hands on her hips, eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

You recall Bae Joohyun very well. She is one of SMTOWN High's most prominent students-or at least, was. She finally left after graduating twelfth grade some years ago. During her three years in the school, she spent her time accomplishing several of the highest honors and winning almost every quiz competition you can think of. Spelling, history, mathematics... you name it, and she probably won first place for it.

"Yeah, I think so," you say. It does look like one of those rooms you remember spotting Joohyun in. You would leave your classroom to get a textbook from your locker and you'd catch a glimpse of her taking down notes through the window. "Why are you so surprised?"

"Oh nothing. Just remembered she promised me that she'd give me two thousand won as a growing-up gift after I turn nineteen. Now I'm nineteen, and she still hasn't given me shit."

You chuckle. Tugging Minjeong's arm so she can stop fuming at the empty room, you continue your stroll down the hall. "Why would she ever make a promise like that to you?"

"Because some people are actually very lovely and generous enough to be gifted nice things. You know, not like the loser who was eliminated out of the spelling bee because he couldn't spell 'compensation'."

Minjeong rolls her eyes at you then continues walking. The idea of the renowned Bae Joohyun has easily slipped her mind now that she remembers one of your embarrassing moments. For guaranteed extra sting, she sticks her tongue out at you with the best glare she can muster.

"First of all, ouch," you make a pained expression as you place a closed fist above your chest, "and second of all, what's it to you? That was back in ninth year. I can definitely spell it now."

She gives you a doubtful look. Meanwhile she barely misses walking into a locker with the door still thrown open if it weren't for your rescuing arm tugging her away. "Oh yeah? Do it.

"Fine. C—"

"—While you chase me to my locker!"

Suddenly Minjeong is bounding across the hallway like a cheetah. Easily struggling out of your grip, she leaves you alone with her long blonde hair whipping into your face and the flat of her shoe almost kicking your nose.

It's not fair at all! She's one of your class' star athletes while you stick to being in the science lab experimenting. This isn't your forte!

"Oh, come on, Kim Minjeong!" you protest, although you have already started running too.

"That didn't sound like O!"

Now she lays out a game for you, just like how the coaches at the covered court would announce the volleyball game she plays. But this one is more of a race—from Bae Joohyun's classroom to her locker, and the additional challenge is to spell that dreaded word.

You run after Minjeong on shaky legs. Poorly drawn awareness posters and sticky notes are all a colorful blur as your shoes slam against the slippery floor. They screech to a halt upon reaching a stairwell, almost slamming you to the wall, but they manage to step up the numerous blocks of height.

"O! M!"

M is for "Minjeong". Minjeong giggles as she runs to the right hand side of the corridors upon the end of the staircase. Now the two of you are on the third floor, bounding for each other as if you aren't too old to be playing tag.

The floor is made of rough stone. It makes it difficult for you to run after her with ensured safety. Passing by numerous empty classrooms and libraries, you almost seize Minjeong by her arm if it weren't for one of her long legs extending so that she can reach more steps.

"P!"

P is for "pain." Pain wreaks through your legs as just a few minutes of running starts to take a toll on your body. But you don't stop at all; the locker is only a staircase away.

You try to grab Minjeong as she runs up the curved side of the staircase, but you slip and fall instead. Your chin meets the rough ground.

"Ow!"

"That isn't a letter!"

You quickly get up despite the throbbing brokenness on your face. You climb the stairs four steps at once, taking long strides so you can catch up with your girlfriend.

You run across the hallway with your eyes locked on her. The letters start to leave your gritting teeth.

"E!"

Enter the curve of the halls to find Minjeong pulling up her socks. It gives you additional time to catch up with her, but once she sees you, she gets up again and runs. You wish that you also had her long slender legs so you could run just as fast as her.

"N!"

Now railings of the quadrangle come to view. They remind you that the lockers are already close. Although your legs are burning with all the strain, you strive on. After all, you can already see Minjeong just a few more laps away.

"S!"

Soon you'll get to her. You're sure of it. Just a few more laps and it's the final leap of faith for you. Minjeong is leaning against the door of her locker, screaming with both excitement and fear. You finally reach her and pin your hands to the door, trapping her in between the locker and yourself.

"A—"

—Another breath. Yes, take another breath and you'll be fine, even if Minjeong is a laughing blur in front of you.

"—T–"

—Try your best not to let your heavy breathing hit Minjeong's face. Your breath still smells like strawberries because of the gum you chewed on the way to school, but still that would be weird.

"–I–"

"Isn't racing the best?" Minjeong asks cheerfully. She brushes your hair lightly away from the sweat beading on your forehead.

"O... oh, definitely... N.... not," you spell out in between pants. Minjeong is still giggling at what you've just done. "Minjeong, that was not fun at all."

"It was fun for me!" she says, kissing your nose. "Can't believe you actually spelled it right."

"After spelling compensation, I definitely need it for the blood and tears I shed during that race. Fuck you, Minjeong."

"Oh? Then do it."

Minjeong's eyes say it all. The contact they have with yours never wavers, and her bottom lip juts out to persuade you even more.

Just a few seconds after the little "spelling bee" she has made you take, Minjeong has set a new challenge for you. And its objective is to fuck her right here, right now.

You gulp nervously. You don't know what she's thinking. The two of you are in school! CCTVs will be recording everything you do, not to mention the students that would come by later and see the two of you going at it. Having sex in public—especially in school—can get you suspended.

"Besides, it'll be easy to do it," Minjeong adds slyly. "You know why?"

"Minjeong—"

"Because I'm not wearing any panties today."

After hearing those words, all your concerns and doubts are thrown out of the window immediately. Your cock stands up with complete solidness at just imagining Minjeong doing something so daring right when you two are in school.

Minjeong turns her back and sticks her ass out. You can see the round firmness of her cheeks peeking out from underneath the ends of her skirt, and the pink wet hole just waiting to be stretched.

The moment she wiggles her ass at you, the lust has already gained full control over your mind. There's no turning back from here and now.

"How naughty," you remark, slapping her butt so that you can hear that cute yelp. Caressing the afflicted cheek before spanking her again, your fist closes around her long blonde hair before pulling it back. "Was this something you planned to happen, Minjeong? Me fucking your brains out in school?"

"Mmm, maybe," replies Minjeong. Her ass starts to rotate against your hand in circles when your finger forges a path inside her silken pussy. "But I deserve a good rough pounding, don't I? After everything I've put you through."

She sighs breathily as you finger her. Her hands find the sides of her locker to keep her balance. You aim for the rough spot inside her so that the slick hole squeezes tighter around your middle digit. Soon, her arousal becomes obvious; her nipples poke up beneath her uniform and her moans start to get louder.

You reach from behind her and start to squeeze one of her tits through her top. Her erect nipple slides against your palm while you finger-fuck her, causing the wetness to overflow and coat the rest of your hand.

Maybe taking your compensation isn't something worth avoiding after all, even with the possible suspension.

You knead her breasts as if they were dough. They're small, but large enough to be a handful that's easy to play with. You undo the front buttons of her jumper so that you can play with her tits more through a thinner barrier. Now you can feel how hard her nipples are and learn exactly how to take advantage of their sensitivuty.

"Oh fuck," Minjeong whimpers. Her curse is not only caused by your pinching; another finger has slid inside her, poking at her sensitive spots and reaching deeper. "This feels so fucking good."

She starts to ride your fingers desperately. While your middle and ring fingers are nestled deep inside her cunt, your index stretches to play with her small clit. Minjeong clenches on your fingers tightly, already close to orgasm.

"Not so fast, slut." You remove your hand from her pussy, much to her disappointment. But that feeling quickly erases when she hears your zipper undo and your pants fall to the floor. "I'm going to fuck you against your locker while you suck your juices off my fingers like a good girl, you got it? Don't be so greedy."

Her eyes glimmer at the idea. And she makes sure to get your heart racing with the way she easily takes your fingers in her mouth when you prod them against hed lips. Eyes shining with confidence, she suckles on your fingers to clean herself off of them. Her tongue twirls and licks while her teeth daringly bite, an action that is chastised by a reprimanding yank of her hair.

The only time her eyes leave yours is when your cock enters her cunt. They look up into her hooded eyelids, making a perfect ahegao. Her moans vibrate against your fingers sealed between her lips.

Minjeong is a tight fit. She can easily be the perfect fuck doll; her slim little body, pretty face and tight hole can make any man (or woman) commit crimes for her. The school uniform is just the cherry on top of it all. Grunting, your hips jerk and slap Minjeong's ass just like your hand did earlier.

"Mmmm," she hums in satisfaction. Her drool makes the skin of your fingers wrinkle, but you don't mind it all. You love the choking sound she makes when you press your fingers down on her tongue to stuff her throat, extracting streams and streams of saliva from her.

Minjeong's hips roll so that your cock grinds against the perfect spots. She's drooling from both lips, abundant juices coating your member while saliva makes a mess on her chin, but it's pretty obvious that she's enjoying it.

Your thrusts rock against her ass and makes the locker shake. That isn't good at all; that's what Minjeong is relying on for balance. Her legs already feel like noodles! Her hands curl around the locker tighter as she curses softly with every hump in her pussy.

"Yes, right there!" She encourages you to maintain the speed and angle of your thrusting. Your cockhead constantly knocking against her cervix feels so hot, and she loves how she can feel the imprint of your dick on her stomach.

"Holy shit, Minjeong. You're so fucking tight."

As your compensation, all you want is to fuck those uncompromising walls apart so that her pussy could memorize your size and length. But even with the roughest banging, Minjeong's pussy remains compact, threatening to keep your dick inside her forever if you didn't have the strength to pull out.

The slapping sounds accompany the rocking of the locker. Your stomach slaps her behind and in return her body makes the locker slam against the wall. But Minjeong tries her best to bear the intense pleasure of your stiff cock impaling her pussy, although her fist is straining to maintain its grip and her eyes are fastened shut.

"Hnghhh, ahhh, faster, oppa," Minjeong pleads, pouting cutely. "Your dick feels so good inside me. I want it deeper, please, I want it! Fuck!"

You remove your fingers from her mouth so they can instead grab one of her legs and raise it up. Minjeong starts to scream; with her thigh squished underneath your grip, the angle you've pulled her leg to allows you to drive deeper into her. Her vagina can barely handle the rougher penetration.

So she clenches hard around you and, now without your hand blocking her sounds, lets out the loudest scream you've ever gotten out of her. The lubrication starts to become excessive, dripping your mixed juices on her skirt and locker. With how tight she's squeezing due to the powerful orgasm, you can truthfully say that thrusting in and out of her is more difficult than any homework you've done.

But you'd still choose doing her over your assignments.

"Fuck, b-babe, I came too hard," says Minjeong weakly. "Please slow down. I don't know if I can handle it."

But slowing down is not in your vocabulary because of how addicting her wet sex is. In fact, you only continue with a faster rhythm. Minjeong's hips stutter and knock against her locker as she squirts, effectively spraying girl cum on the floor.

"Oh, but didn't you say you deserved a good pounding?" you ask her. She moans when your lips start to attack her pale neck with rough love bites and sucks. Her powdery cologne is the sweetest scent you've ever smelled. "A good, rough pounding? Why are you asking for mercy now?"

You stress the word with an unusually sharp thrust. Minjeong's legs have started to give up, no longer able to keep her standing. She blushes embarrasedly as she makes a mess with another squirting.

"Please, you're gonna leave a mark!"

And you already have. Purple and red pepper her skin that was once as white as her nickname, the result of your passionate kisses.

You laugh. "Are you really worried about what people might see after you paraded around with no panties? You are such a liar, Minjeongie. A very bad, lying slut."

Anyone would have raised an eyebrow at your choice of words, but for Minjeong, that only makes her wetter. Once the degrading words reach her ears, she cries out lewdly and nods in agreement.

"Yes! Yes, I'm yours, babe," the sobbing Minjeong announces, wiggling her butt even more to keep your dick inside her. "I'm your slut! Please make your slut squirt, use her like a doll!"

Her words contradict her earlier ones, but you're not one to complain. You give her what she wants wholeheartedly, wrecking her hole rapidly until scratches and hand prints have formed on her inner thighs and ass from your unforgiving violations.

Give her more of the slaps and spanks. The pain just feeds her lust; tears form at the ends of her eyes and roll down her red face, but she still moves in harmony with you. And when you try to pull out, she squeezes your engorged tip, a simple action that has escalated you nearer on your path to orgasm.

But it isn't safe to cum inside her; your doubts about the effectiveness of the pill she's taken resurface to mind. You consider cumming inside her despite those worries, but you have a better idea.

You pull out and quickly turn Minjeong around. She weakly leans against her locker, replacing the pleasure from your penetration with quick measured rubs on her clit. The stimulation of her erogenous zone makes her overly sensitive, making her whine and sob, but she maintains her ministrations as the two of you get off to each other.

While her eyes are glued to your cock as you jerk off, you gaze at your girlfriend and think of how hot she looks: hand tucked underneath her skirt to get herself off, the buttons of her blouse and jumper torn apart, and her mouth opening and closing while she tries to stop being so loud. Cumming all over her would be the perfect addition to her outfit.

"You look so pretty like this, Minjeong," you tell her truthfully. Your own breath is interrupted with deep moans, contrasting her pitchy whines. "So fucking needy for me. Let's cum together, okay?"

"Hurry!" Minjeong says, rubbing her clit faster. She could feel her stomach tense and her core tighten around nothing. She could sense her orgasm preparing to attack her. "Please, oppa, I don't know if I can hold it any longer!"

Minjeong's body involuntarily spasms and shakes at the effects of the impending orgasm. It's almost filthy; there's a puddle of her own cum on the floor that can become a pond with how much of a squirter she is.

You mentally count down to both of your orgasms. One, you tighten your fist around your dick, two, you start fucking your own hand, and three—

"Hanghhh!"

Minjeong's deafening scream signals her orgasm. As she sprays the floor with her own cum, you ejaculate on her uniform. White liquid spurts all over her blouse and skirt like a fountain. It ruins her outfit, and makes her look like a used fuckdoll, almost as if you were accompanied by more people in savaging her body.

Minjeong (barely) stands there with shaking legs. Her thighs are wet and so is her uniform, having been rained on with white semen. Her panting face just adds to the masterpiece that is Kim Minjeong, given a long and good pounding by no other man than you.

Though it certainly looks like she has just gotten a bukkake.

"Fuck, let's cut classes today, yeah?" Minjeong suggests. "I can't go to class looking like this."

"Let's do it. But this time, you're the one who has to run after me while you spell 'cumdump'."

Minjeong grins mischievously. "Bring it on."

#kpop smut #aespa smut #kim minjeong #kim minjeong smut #minjeong smut #winter #kim winter #kim winter smut #winter smut #male reader #reader insert

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theglassofmiddleearth · 1 year

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Imagine being on the train with the Golden Trio and Remus Lupin

Y/N: "Ah, a creepy man sitting alone, there he is perfect!"

Y/N walks in and sits across from Remus.

The Trio walks in

Hermione: "Come on, everywhere else is full. Oh, I don't believe I've seen you before? "

Y/N: "Hello! I'm Y/N, I've been quite sick until now so I didn't get to go to school for the first two years! It's nice to meet you! Hullo Harry!"

Ron: "You know her?"

Harry: "Y/N? Aren't you the girl who-"

Y/N: "Ah come and sit! Where are my manners!"

All enter.

Ron: "Who do you think that is?"

Hermione: "Professor R.J Lupin."

Ron: "Do you know everything? How is it she knows everything?"

Y/N: "It's on his suitcase Ron."

Ron: "Oh, how do you know my name?"

Y/N: "Hermione introduced us!" *Winks at Hermione*

Harry: "Do you think he's actually asleep?"

Hermione: "Seems to be. Why?"

Harry: "I've got to tell you guys something."

They all look at Y/N

Y/N: "Don't mind me, I don't know anyone so I won't say anything."

Harry explains the situation about Sirius Black

Ron: "So you're telling me he broke out of Azkaban to come after you?"

Harry: "Yeah"

Hermione: "They'll catch him won't they? Everyone's looking for him."

Y/N: "Noone's ever broken out before."

Ron: "And he's a murderous raving lunatic."

Y/N frowns

Harry: "Thanks Ron"

Train slows to a stop

Hermione: "Why are we stopping"

Y/N: *quietly* "Shit I forgot about this."

Y/N grips her wand.

Hermione: "We can't be there yet."

Harry: "Dunno, maybe we've broken down."

Y/N: "The Hogwarts Express doesn't break down."

Lights go out.

Hermione: "Ouch Ron that was my foot"

Ron: "There's something moving out there. I think someone's coming aboard."

Train shakes

Y/N: "Stay behind me."

Dementor slides open the door

Y/N: *Quietly* "Come on Remus wake up."

Dementor approaches the Trio and Remus wakes up.

Remus and Y/N: "Expecto patronum."

The Trio collapses.

Remus: "A student who knows the patronus charm? Quite incredible miss?"

Y/N turns around.

Y/N: *whispers* "Hello Moony"

Remus: *in shock* "Y/N, you-"

Y/N: "I'll explain later, Dumbledore knows as well. The three will wake up soon."

Remus: I can't believe- We thought you died.

Y/N: *laughs* "Remus my dear, time does not simply die. It diverges and creates new paths when stopped. You know this."

Remus: "You haven't aged a day and yet you are just as wise if not more."

Y/N: "It's good to see you again my friend."

Remus: "Do you know what happened to Padfoot?"

Y/N: *grits her teeth* "He's innocent. It wasn't him, he was framed."

Remus: "Do you know by who?"

Y/N: *bitterly* "By one we trusted. One of our own. I cannot say but you can guess."

Remus: *nods mutely*

Y/N: "We will talk later. They should wake up right about now."

The trio wakes up

Remus: "Here eat this, it'll help."

Y/N: "Take it, it's chocolate. The dementor, a guard of Azkaban passed by. I'm not quite sure why."

Remus: "If you'll excuse me, I need to have a little word with the driver. Eat, you'll feel better."

Remus leaves.

Hermione: "How did you know the charm"

Ron: "Yeah, we don't learn it. It's not even in the OWLS"

Y/N: *grins* "Let's just say being away from school allows me to practise spells without the boring bits."

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HI IM KINDA BACK, this one's been sitting in my drafts for a while but I love the idea of the narrator being in Harry Potter! Please give me a comment if you like this so I know to continue or not 🤣 HAPPY DECEMBER AND I HOPE TO BE MORE ACTIVE SOON! Till then my lovelies.

#harry potter x reader #harry potter imagines #wizarding world x reader #hogwarts #hogwarts x reader #remus lupin #sirius orion black #sirius x reader #remus x reader #draco x you #james potter #harry potter #ron x reader #hermione x reader #the maruaders #wizarding world of harry potter #the wizarding world

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We got ANOTHER promo y’all!!! It’s technically a trailer but it’s thankfully very brief, given the runtime it’s hyping up is only two episodes, compared to usual TOH trailers that are advertising at least nine episodes! This is an official release and NOT a leak!

First off, Luz’s laptop!!! She’s doing this 11:09 pm at just 20%, she’s got references to Stardew Valley and Hollow Knight on her desktop, and I think that one Hades game? The one with Zagreus? Anyhow the Hollow Knight references are REAL, coupled with the S1 intro, makes you wonder if it influenced stuff like Hollow Mind…!

Luz also has a Good Witch Azura fanfic file! And she’s recently made art since her return to the human world; You can’t see all of it, but it appears to the Owl House’s roof, in a parallel to how the intro usually ends with Luz, Eda, and King on the roof when she ignites a light spell and pushes it into the sky! Augghhhh she’s coping…! And her username is @FriendofOwlsandTitans… Oh my GAWD! She accepts King as a TITAN she’s a friend to TITANS!!! Original art do not steal, just like her GF!

“All I ever wanted was to be good at something”… Good lord, if that doesn’t summize SO much about Luz. Her feelings of inadequacy. Her initial dreams of being a chosen one. Her desire to help others and be of service to them. Her need to JUSTIFY her own existence, to quote her girlfriend… That hit hard. Like I know but OW.

She’s making video diaries again as we guessed, but this time to HERSELF; Girl needs a place to vent, good for her! She probably stayed up and snuck to the kitchen to let herself indulge in her dark feelings and thoughts alone. Did Luz make a video for Eda and King and eventually give up, being forced to confront herself inward without any distractions? She says she knows what she has to do now, is… Is Luz about to do something rash? Something involving Belos? Babey don’t hurt yourself, or maybe she just means the general principle of making thing right!

Then skipping past stuff we DO know, we see Luz and Hunter dressed up for Halloween! Hunter has a HOOTY mask, likely meant to invoke his Golden Guard persona, and Luz is honoring King OH MY GAWD WAAAIIIIII!!!!! She’s MOURNING her Titan brother, just like she mourned Eda! They’re in a dilapidated house, the shack where the Portal opens? They’re armed… Probably investigating paranormal activity, AKA Belos. This fits with another shot of them entering a basement with the same coloring as the house, atop the stairs!

We get a proper look at Amity and Gus’ new designs in the show’s own art style! They look AMAZING… They painted Hooty’s face on the door, pffft, but also ouch. The longing. Treating this place as an earthly version of the Owl House because it kind of is with its role and even coloration! If they miss Hooty you KNOW it’s been a while. Willow must’ve grown flowery vines outside to spruce up the place, it seems to have been converted into a fulltime hideout! If this was the old Wittebane home, I’m sure Caleb would appreciate it… Philip on the other hand.

The door seems to have just… Opened on its own as Amity looks back. Or did somebody, probably Luz and/or Hunter (seeing a glimpse of Gooplos?) quietly leave, and Amity only notices when she hears the door swinging behind them?

We have a hand, either Amity, Willow, or Hunter’s, reaching out to some glow-in-the-dark night decorations; Including a symbol of the moon and sun. This is likely one of the characters mourning and being reminded of the Collector, rather than in-universe connection.

We see our cast, sans Luz, looking at some sort of box with styling reminiscent of the Portal! Not only does it suggest it was actually Caleb and his wife who made it (and Philip plagiarized), but also! Caleb must’ve left it behind in the human world. When Flapjack was pecking at the floorboards, was it to find this? It must be a clue, perhaps on how to make a portal, a Titan’s blood rift, etc.! Is this distraction what got Luz to sneak out earlier?

There’s some sort of book page we see next, presumably the contents of the box the kids found given their hands! I’m not sure the significance of the symbols, but the bottom one reminds me of the curse… Or is it just a reference to Clawthornes loving birds, AKA his wife? Is that some sort of teardrop? Maybe it’s Titan’s Blood and that’s meant to be a FURRY arm of a Titan! And what even IS that thing to the right?!

Hunter says “Did you know that HE was here?!” In a distressed voice. Is this him potentially confronting one of our protagonists for keeping information about Gooplos’ potential survival, regardless if they actually knew and were hiding? Or him talking about Philip and Caleb to perhaps Luz, with the realization that either was a town founder, and inquring as to how Luz didn’t notice!

Then we get Gus and Hunter THE BROS dressed up for Halloween, Hunter doesn’t want to hear spoilers because Gus is likely talking about a recent human hyperfixation of theirs! Brothers.

And then, finally… Luz and Hunter aren’t here, it’s just the other kids, maybe those two are at some other part of the zoo more personal like the aviary…

WE GET THE LONG-AWAITED ANSWER TO THE GIRAFFES!!! AFTER TWO YEARS, ARGUABLY THREE IF YOU CONSIDER WHEN THE FIRST TEASER THAT MENTIONED GIRAFFES WAS RELEASED!!! Since the very beginning, we have been haunted by this question and whether they’d answer it, but now… NOW…! It all comes to light.

The kids are obviously scared and locking arms in preparation, that’s so cute, venturing into ancient territory that hasn’t been traversed for generations. WILLOW HAS HER HAIRCLIP FROM WING IT LIKE WITCHES!!! Was it a gift from Amity, I MISSED IT SO MUCH! She takes a picture and a Giraffe, recognizing natives from its home realm, FREAKS…

We get one idea of why Giraffes were banned and it makes sense. God the kids’ reactions are so funny. Of course Willow the Bravest is bold enough to step ahead and take pictures for the rest! This is such adorable levity and I appreciate the closure, this is their one chance so of course they’d take it after two months of debating if they should risk it! Mayhaps they regret that risk now.

#the owl house #the owl house season 3 #analysis #luz noceda #the owl house hunter #willow park #amity blight #gus porter #augustus porter #vee noceda

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Kiss it better

A/N: i'm writting one more for Maya's worst student. I had do edit because i noticed i somehow didn't paste the whole text from my email drafts. It was late at nigt, so i might have clicled something i shouldt. Anyway, thank you so much for reading me.

Summary: you woke up with a terrible pain in your neck and Maya offers to help. Funny thing is that her offer includes more than just a massage.

"Ouch.. my neck is killing me.", you texted Maya, rubbing the back of your neck. It was almost midday and you knew she'd be busy working or preparing her lunch, but of course she'd reply at some point.

You were relaxing in bed when the buzzing of your phone made you turn to your side as you read her message. A few minutes of chit-chat followed by a sting on the left side of your neck again and you complained once more, rubbing it a little harder this time..

"I can help you. I'm pretty good with my hands.", you read on your phone screen and tried not to make a joke about it, but she was the one sending a suggestive emoji. You've been flirting playfully for a while but those were just you two fooling around, trying to make the other embarrassed.

This felt a little different though. There was something about it.

Like you had nothing to lose, you accepted her offer and Maya came over an hour after that, just enough time to get her things done and buy you some treats. "Bananas are good for your muscles.", she signed when you gave her a questioning look as she handed you a bag with a few fruits.

You walked her to your room, showing her a few new things around the house. A picture of your cat, a shirt your mother had sent you, the cookies you had baked earlier. For the first time in a long while being alone with Maya was making you feel a little anxious.

Once in your room, Maya opened her backpack and showed you a small green plastic bottle. "It's one of those lotions for sore muscles. Like those for athletes.", she explained without you asking and you just nodded. "Understand?", she asked.

You could only understand a few signs. "Kind of. What is it?", you asked, signing too slow for your own liking.

Maya was being extra patient today. "It's for your pain.", she explained, spelling the word pain at the end and you finally understood.

She took a chair closer to your bed and told you to sit down. You obeyed and just then you noticed your height difference while you were sitting and she was standing.

As she moved around you noticed she was cleaning her hands with a small towel. "They sweat a lot.", she explained without you asking again, as if she could read your mind.

Maya walked to you and smiled, ready to start. You put your hair up. "Can you take your shirt off?", she signed and you made a face. "Sorry.", you apologized for not understanding. "Shirt off.", she signed, simplifying it for you.

There were times you felt terrible for not studying more. Maya was a great teacher and she became a great friend. You felt like you were putting her down and it was frustrating how she'd try so hard to communicate while you were lacking vocabulary. You probably missed a lot of what she said sometimes.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you noticed her staring at you, puzzled if you understood the request or not. You nodded, finally giving her an answer. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you tried to act the most normal possible, taking your shirt off and instantly holding it to cover your chest.

"It hurts here. I think it hurt when sleep.", you signed, trying your best to hold your shirt between your forearms and chest.

"We'll fix it. Try to relax, i told you i'm good with my hands.", Maya signed to you before applying some lotion on her hands. Your breathing got a little heavier as she walked behind you.

Her hands were indeed skilled of course. She placed them on your shoulders and started applying pressure there, her thumbs rubbing circles on your flesh. You closed your eyes and let yourself lean into her touch.

After a while, Maya tapped on your shoulder. "Your muscles are tight. This might be due to stress.", she told you. "S-T-R-E-S-S", she spelled to you.

"Oh, makes sense. I have hard week work.", you told her.

While Maya pressed the knots on your shoulders, you hummed, too focused on the feeling of her warm hands.

She tapped your shoulder again, lighter this time. "Are you speaking? I can feel your throat. Is it too much?", she asked.

"no, it's fine. I like it", you signed, sticking to simple replies.

Maya touched the back of your neck with one hand, her thumb massaging one side as her other fingers massaged the other side, like a claw. A very skilled claw that was making you lose yourself in a pool of relaxation, even though there was that soft stretchy pain.

Maya tapped lightly on your chin this time, waking you up from the transe. "Do you know what makes everything better?", she asked, kneeling in front of you, her eyes on you the whole time.

"what?", you asked, ever so eloquently.

"Kisses.", she signed slowly. "Kisses heal everything.", she told you and you stopped breathing when the tip of her nose slowly touched yours.

Maya gave you the space and time to move away if you'd like. She kissed the tip of your nose and walked back to her spot behind you.

You felt her lips on your nape and a small moan escaped you. Maya left open mouthed kisses on the side of your neck and up to your jaw, one of her hands held your chin up and the other was stuck to your shoulder. You held the urge to moan louder and closed your legs a little tighter, the pressure slowly building up in your belly. Since when were you that sensitive?

She kept kissing her way to the corner of your mouth, where she stopped. You held your breath and waited for a kiss full on the lips, but that never came.

You opened your eyes and saw her getting her stuff back on her backpack, cleaning her hands on that small towel again like nothing had happened. Your brain took a whole minute to process it all and registered that the pain in your neck had indeed got better.

You waved your hands, trying to catch her attention. "I think my legs hurt too." you tried and the blush on your face was not unnoticed.

Maya walked back to you, kneeling in front of you again, her hands on your thighs now. "I can take care of that too.", she signed, a playful smile on her lips.

#maya lopez #maya lopez x reader #marvel women #marvel echo #maya lopez fanfiction

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onlymingyus · 1 year

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Everyone Knows (Snowventeen Collab)

pairing; boo seungkwan x gn reader

genre; fluff, angst

warnings; joshua, vernon, and mingyu are side characters, slight angst due to unrealized feelings, mentions eating and drinking, bad jokes, and crimes against food by lack of cooking skills, otherwise this is just fluff

svthub snowventeen collab master list - snowventeen tag list

w/c; 5.3k and some change

Joshua smirks behind his phone screen hearing you sigh for the fifth time in a row. Your finger pushes the scroll wheel of the mouse through yet another page on another shop but nothing wowing you. Nothing was screaming “Seungkwan.”

“This is so stupid, why does everything suck? It was so easy to find your present. Why are you so simple?” Shaking his head, Joshua considers his words to answer your question before sitting up on your couch finally speaking. “Because I’m your best friend.”

A scoff escapes your lips between another sigh when you close another window and type in another search. “You are both my best friends. In fact, Joshua Hong, I’d argue he is my first best friend and you are just second best. Especially after a comment after that.”

Joshua only laughs, whispering out a small “ouch” at being second best. It’s only when you glance over your shoulder at him that he laughs a second time shrugging your way. “Y/N…if you are that blind, I’d have to spell it out for you and then you’d just call me second best again. I bet you’d still make me pay for dinner.”

Shooting him a finger gun over your shoulder, you hear Joshua groan out a breath playfully, faking being annoyed as he falls back on the couch cushions. “You know him incredibly well Y/N. Just pick something, he will love it, I promise, almost as much as you love him.” The last of Joshua’s sentence is muttered under his breath but you are able to catch enough of it to make you spin your chair around with a loud annoyed scoff.

“Could you let it go? I don’t know what you are insinuating. Of course I love him, I love you too. I love all my friends.” Joshua raises a brow watching you stand up moving away from the computer for the first time in hours. Now you were pacing, a clear sign that you were overthinking and stressed.

“I know you love me and the rest of your friends…but Seungkwan is different. It’s been different with him since college. I don’t know why you two won’t just admit that and move past this charade. Seriously, Y/N?” You hadn’t even realized you were pacing in front of the coffee table until Joshua’s hand reached out to grab yours bringing your attention fully back to him.

“We are best friends but I’m sorry…if I get a fantastic job offer across the country I’m not going to be able to turn it down just to stick around closer to you. I’d miss the hell out of you but…I can’t do what you and Seungkwan did. You can’t see how that’s a little different?” You had always been told not to furrow your brows, your family members afraid you’d create premature wrinkles but as you stood in front of Joshua Hong you couldn’t help the way your brows knitted together tightly.

“Oh please, it wasn’t that great of an offer. I got just as good an offer here and I get to hang out with Kwan and you. So it’s not just about him. You are just trying to see something that isn’t there, and it’s cute but seriously…just help me figure out a freaking Christmas present for him before I run out of time.”

Joshua’s hand falls from your arm at the same time as a sigh slips from his lips. He wanted to shake you and tell you to wake up the same way he wanted to shake Seungkwan every time he saw the man but instead he simply nodded. “Sure, fine.” This time you are following Joshua back to the computer leaning over his shoulder making disapproving sounds at every suggestion.

Seungkwan wrinkles his nose, taking a long sip of his americano while he leans over the counter looking down at the display of various pieces of jewelry. A disapproving sound escapes around the straw that only causes Vernon to groan when he has to stop leaning on the counter and follow his best friend further into the store. “Dude…we’ve been here for two hours. Everything is starting to look the same. Just pick something. It’s not that serious, I swear.”

It might not feel serious for Vernon, but it was a Christmas present for you so to Seungkwan it was the most important gift he had to buy this year. Vernon meets Seungkwan’s glare, another groan slipping out of his lips when he knows he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. “Okay, jesus. Can we at least take a break? Maybe go to the food court? I am getting hungry.”

Seungkwan pushes his hand through a few shirts looking at the various patterns deeming none of them nice enough for you, his eyes glancing towards Vernon then to the cup in hand noting that he was almost out of coffee. “Mmm, I could use more coffee and this store sucks. Literally not a thing worth my time or Y/N’s.”

That was his in, Vernon nods moving to Seungkwan’s side gesturing towards the exit. “You are so right, Boo. I’ll even buy you a fresh coffee.” Seungkwan knew what Vernon was doing, he knew that he didn’t actually care what the store had, he just didn’t want to shop anymore, but a free coffee was a free coffee.

“Ok, but then we really have to buckle down and search this mall. I’m not leaving empty handed again, Vernon. I’ve got a week, it has to be perfect. I want Y/N to be blown away.” Vernon couldn’t help but to smirk a bit at Seungkwan’s words. It was pretty cute how much he cared about a gift for you, if only it wasn’t taking up Vernon’s entire Saturday.

“Or…you could just take Y/N out on a fancy date or something? That’d be better than something they’ll use a few times and then probably forget about.” Vernon keeps walking towards the smell of food, his stomach growling louder with each step causing him not to realize that Seungkwan wasn’t still by his side until he hears a loud “a-hem” from behind him.

Turning on his heels, Vernon raises his brows and his hands meeting Seungkwan’s gaze once again. “What? Why are we stopping? We are so close to the food court and the coffee? Why are you glaring at me?” In Seungkwan’s mind Vernon shouldn’t even have to ask but then again he knew that Vernon wasn’t his most perceptive friend.

“What do you mean take Y/N on a date? What the…” Moving closer, his voice dropping almost to a whisper as if someone was going to listen in and tell you about the conversation, Seungkwan glances around before continuing. “What are you even talking about? That is my best friend you are talking about. We are here to buy them a nice gift not to start this crap again.”

Rolling his eyes, Vernon sighs, using his shoulder to push Seungkwan forward and into the food court towards the closest coffee stand to stand in line. “Oh please, nothing is good enough for Y/N in this entire friggin’ mall and you know it, and do you know why Boo?” Chewing on his lip Seungkwan doesn’t answer, instead he shakes his head no but more as a way to wave off the conversation though he knows Vernon won’t let it go.

“Because nothing is good enough for the person you are head over heels in love with. Are you seriously going to go through another year of this? It makes me nauseous to sit in the same room as you two because I’m afraid I’m going to catch feelings.” Seungkwan was happy when the cashier asked him for his order knowing it would shut Vernon up at least for a moment, and because he could order the largest americano with an extra shot on Vernon’s tab.

“Literally you don’t need to answer me for me to know I’m right. Do you want me to make reservations? Then you could take it easy for a day or two? Get a nice suit; hell, maybe then you could actually pick out a present that would make sense to give them on a date instead of trying to pretend like you are picking out a present for a friend.” It was hard to ignore your friend’s rambling when the cashier was holding back a laugh ringing up your order with his card.

Seungkwan’s cheeks were burning hot, his neck felt even hotter when his eyes finally met Vernon’s again. “Could you please shut up? I am not in love with Y/N. I mean yeah I love them. I…god, I love all my friends, Vernon. That’s basic human decency, you should get some.” Vernon watches with an amused scoff while Seungkwan instantly turns to smile at the barista thanking her and taking his absurdly large coffee before walking away from him.

Vernon watches Seungkwan find a table, the man taking out his phone presumingly texting you giving him plenty of time to order something to eat. Seungkwan leans back, his thumbs moving over the screen almost comically fast while he tries to catch up with you. It was amazing to him, but not surprising, how much he missed you in just a few hours. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t at least FaceTime you in order to not feel like he was going stir crazy in his own apartment.

Kwan: If Vernon’s body is never found, tell the authorities he is visiting relatives on another planet.

The sound of the notification makes you smile even before you look at it because you knew who would be on the other end. Laughing softly you shake your head at Seungkwan’s text before responding quickly earning yourself a small side glance from Joshua and Mingyu as they sat at the table trying to enjoy lunch with you.

“It’s Seungkwan, literally the only person who can make them smile like that.” Joshua sighs into his water causing Mingyu to laugh while he reaches for another french fry, popping it into his mouth. “Well you better carry the conversation now, Hong, because if you are right there is no way we are getting a peep outta Y/N for at least half an hour.”

Y/N: What did he do this time? Aren’t you at the mall? Please tell me you are eating something and not just surviving purely on coffee Boo Seungkwan. The human body needs food, not just caffeine.

Seungkwan smiles at your text, lifting his coffee to his lips, taking a long sip, his shoulders lifting in a shrug. He knew you were right but he also knew he could rely on Vernon to get him something to eat because he was almost as bad as you were. Re-reading the message Seungkwan sighs and shakes his head, of course you remembered what he was doing today but he wasn’t sure what you had planned. It was lunchtime so he hoped that you were doing something similar.

Kwan: What hasn’t he done would be a better question. He makes it impossible to enjoy the mall. 🙄 Yes, dear I will eat food. I’m sure the heathen in question is getting me something too. What about you? Have you ate?

You could hear Joshua and Mingyu’s conversation, it had thankfully changed from you and Seungkwan to something about a tv show they were both watching. It was easy for you to ignore when your friends talked about you. It had become such a common thing in the last few years, especially when Seungkwan decided to move to an apartment just around the block from you, stating “It’s just easier to get public transport on this block” (despite the fact that it was further away from his work). You didn’t care, you liked having Seungkwan even closer. You didn’t see what the big deal was, best friends were close…that didn’t mean what they all thought it meant.

When the next text message comes in you laugh again, making Joshua give you another look, shaking his head. “Tell Kwannie we said hi.” When you simply make a sound to acknowledge what he said and nod, Joshua rolls his eyes and gestures towards you making Mingyu laugh. “Stop, they are cute. Did you ever pick out a gift for Seungkwan by the way?”

You glance up at Mingyu when he asks you a question, your attention split between your phone and him even as you frown a bit. “No, everything sucks and Shua is the worst shopping partner. Not even a bit helpful, do you have any suggestions Gyu?” Hearing you insult him once again Joshua scoffs, picking up his fork to stab at his salad a bit too aggressively, mocking you and making you smirk slightly.

Mingyu laughs at his friend's reaction, leaning forward a bit in thought, his own brows furrowing slightly in thought while you text. “What about something more sentimental since nothing bought seems to be clicking with you? Have anything you can make or maybe something that will remind him of the past? The good ‘ol days? Like when you guys first got together, I mean…when you first met.”

Both men watch your eyes narrow slightly at Mingyu’s words, your phone lowering slightly for a moment so you can analyze him. “We are not…never mind. Sentimental?” Your mind wanders for a moment letting Joshua and Mingyu snicker to one another when you don’t finish your correction of Mingyu’s wording but when you smile at an idea coming to your head Joshua is the first to notice the change.

“What? Did you think of a gift? Finally? Are we done?!” Instead of answering him you wave your hand signally for him to shut up, turning your attention back to your phone finishing your text back to Seungkwan. The first wave of relief rushing over you in weeks knowing you at least have an idea of what to do for Christmas.

Y/N: I’m out with Joshua and Mingyu now. Make sure Vernon gets you something delicious and call me when you get home. I love you Kwan.

Seungkwan wasn’t exactly sure why it took you so long to write him back or why your message seemed shorter but he was sure there was a perfectly good reason. By the time your message came through, he was picking at some chicken tenders Vernon had bought him refusing to eat until your text finally did come back. Vernon watched with a mixture of annoyed and amused noting the exact moment he knew when you had answered when Seungkwan picked up a piece of chicken eating it rather than nibbling on it.

“So…Y/N isn’t dead and you were worried for no reason at all.” Seungkwan shoots a look at Vernon as he texts you back that he loves you too and that he will call you as soon as he gets home. “I never thought they were dead, Vernon. God you are dramatic. I was just…mildly concerned. Never takes that long to write back usually but they are with Joshua and Mingyu so I’m sure it’s one of those idiots' fault.”

Vernon simply nods, hiding his smile with his own piece of chicken while Seungkwan checks his phone one last time before putting it away. “I’m sure it is, Boo. I was thinking about the Christmas thing, mostly because I don’t want to spend my entire Saturday inside this god forsaken mall. What if you make dinner for you two? You literally never cook, they always cook. That would be a great present.”

Seungkwan’s nose scrunches up slightly almost as if he dislikes the taste of the chicken in front of him at the idea Vernon offers but the more he thinks about it, it isn’t the worst idea. There were just a few kinks in the plan. “I’m sure that would be nice but I’d start a kitchen fire or serve them ramen. Not even nice ramen but like the most simple ramen. Not exactly a, “Merry Christmas here is your gift to remember,” kinda dinner.”

He had a point, Vernon knew almost better than anyone that Seungkwan was not a chef. Though he wasn’t either but perhaps together and with some more help they could make it work. “Ok, well tell you what. I’ll make a deal with you. If you promise that we can leave after we finish eating so I can go home and actually play some games on my day off, then I will help you cook. I’ll even get Joshua and Mingyu to help.”

Joshua wasn’t much of a bargaining chip but Mingyu…that was the pièce de résistance and worth maybe letting Vernon get his way. Seungkwan narrows his eyes, carefully considering the offer only to tilt his head glancing at Vernon’s cellphone gesturing towards it. “Ask them now, if they say they will help then we can leave after lunch, but I get to pick what we make for Y/N.”

Vernon wasn’t sure he had ever texted so fast in his life when he sent the offer to Joshua and Mingyu in a group text causing both men to glance at the table in surprise.

Vernon: Help me get out of the friggin’ mall. Literally 🆘. I told Boo I’d see if you two would help fix Y/N a Christmas dinner as their gift. Don’t let me down, but more importantly maybe these two will finally hook up and we can get some peace and quiet.’

Joshua is the first to respond, a smirk on his lips, his eyes side glancing at Mingyu first then you.

Joshua: Anything I can do to help and prove that I’m right to Y/N.

Mingyu: I’m going home in a few days for the Holidays. I won’t be here. I’m sorry Vernon.

Reading the text first, Joshua gasps, causing you to look up in concern. Your eyes do a quick scan of the man, your brows furrowed only to meet his eyes when he smiles shaking his head. “I’m good, just spilled some water on my lap. I’m catching some of Mingyu’s clutz.” It seems to be enough to make you less suspicious for you to return to your meal and something you were reading on your phone. Joshua’s attention turns back to Mingyu who gives him an apologetic look and a shrug.

Vernon’s stomach sinks seeing the text from Mingyu, his fingers tapping on the back of his phone before he glances at Seungkwan swallowing hard. “What if…Mingyu helps via FaceTime would that still count?” Seungkwan considers Vernon’s words, the straw of his coffee resting between his lips as he nods.

Vernon: Can you be ‘a phone a friend’ Mingyu? Boo will accept the terms if we can FaceTime you.

Mingyu: Yeah, sure. Just let me know when.

Seungkwan watches the smile spread across Vernon’s face causing his own stomach to twist with nerves. There was literally no reason for him to be nervous about having dinner with you. The two of you had gone out to dinner a million times together alone, you had cooked him dinner just as many times, but he wasn’t sure why this felt different all of a sudden. Why did this seem more important?

The smoke detector had only gone off twice, which appeared to be a good omen in Seungkwan’s eyes thus far. He was attempting to drown out Joshua’s comments about the temperature of the oven but Vernon was making that impossible all while the latter tried to follow Mingyu’s directions from an IPad screen.

“This is literal chaos. The worst idea I’ve ever agreed to. Y/N is going to hate this and me.” Mingyu laughs softly from the video call shaking his head while Vernon glances over to his best friend trying to give him a positive smile. “Hey, no…none of that. This is great. We have chicken ready to go in the oven, rice is in the rice maker, you are doing something with vegetables, and Joshua is the only useless one here.”

Seungkwan feels the dish towel brush by him on its flight over his head to hit Vernon square in the face once it leaves Joshua’s hand. “I’m doing plenty, you are the once that caused the last smoke alarm. Just put in the chicken Vernon, Y/N is going to be here in like an hour and a half.”

Vernon sighs, pulling the towel from his shoulder using it to pick up the pan of chicken turning towards the preheating oven to open it when all of the men hear a sound of caution from the IPad. “Did you turn it down?” Seungkwan can’t help but to be slightly amused watching Mingyu sitting up in his chair as if that was going to help him see further into the kitchen that was thousands of miles from him currently.

“It’s on 475, like I said before.” Vernon’s voice dripped with annoyance, the heat from the oven radiating into the room when he opened the door sliding the pan onto the top rack. “I told you that was too hot, turn it down Vernon.” It wasn’t making sense, that was clear by looking at Vernon’s face, this logic was sound.

“It will cook faster this way. Hotter oven, faster cooking. An hour and a half, remember?” Seungkwan watches Mingyu fall back on the chair, his head shaking defeated when he meets the camera and Seungkwan’s eyes. “I hope Y/N likes dry chicken, Seungkwan. Cause that’s all that Vernon is making you.”

“It will be dry just like his jokes, Mingyu. There is only so much you can save from so far away. I salute your efforts.” Joshua smirks into his words making Vernon scoff while Seungkwan sighs loudly tilting his pan towards the camera to show Mingyu the vegetables. “That looks so good Seungkwan. At least someone is listening to me. Those are done, put them in a bowl or something, they don’t need to keep cooking. You can mix that with the rice when you are ready to serve and it’ll warm the veggies back up.”

Seungkwan was thankful for Mingyu, he had helped him decide on the meal keeping it simple and still something he knew that you would enjoy. Something that you had made for him several times, though he knew this wouldn’t compare to your cooking. Glancing towards the clock, Seungkwan swallowed hard, noting that more time had passed than he had realized. He needed to set the table and make sure he looked okay. God why did he care so much? It was just dinner for his best friend? Wasn’t it? The closer it got the more he started to hear his friends' words replaying in his head. All those decisions the two of you had made playing back like a movie.

Vernon stepped to the side letting an unusually quiet Seungkwan past him with the plates and silverware. He wondered what was on his mind but deep down he was pretty sure he knew, in the days leading up to the dinner things had started to shift for Seungkwan and for you too. Joshua had noticed it too when you were wrapping your present. This Christmas was different.

Smoothing his hand over the tablecloth, yes he had even bought and put a tablecloth on his table for you, Seungkwan curses quietly under his breath smelling something suspiciously like burning chicken. “Vernon! Check the chicken! I need to get changed and then you two seriously need to get going. I need you out of here before Y/N gets here. I’m supposed to have done all this by myself.”

Vernon turns with wide eyes towards the oven at Seungkwan’s words, the realization he hadn’t set a timer hitting him in the same moment. A cloud of smoke pillows from the oven making Mingyu groan in disgust, running his hand over his face while he watches Vernon take slightly burnt chicken out of the oven putting it in front of the IPad. “It’s just…like, crusty or something. We can scratch off the really dark parts.”

Your stomach was almost queasy with nerves, your head spinning as you held the package to your side on the walk over to Seungkwan’s. You had sent him a text to let him know you were on your way, his request, a strange one at that, then decided to walk hoping the crisp air would calm you down. There was no reason you should be this nervous about going to his apartment. You had been there almost as much as you had been at your own apartment, but this felt all different.

Joshua had been the one to point it out to you so clearly he was to blame for all of this anxiety. He had helped you pick out the wrapping paper, watched you wrap the plain white box, that stupid smirk on his face the entire time. Then the jerk had the audacity to bring up how much Seungkwan was going to love the gift, how romantic it was. It wasn’t romantic, it was sentimental. You were going sentimental with this gift.

Looking up at the apartment building you blow out a breath shaking out your arms and your nerves one more time before starting up the steps and into the building. You only pause a moment to press the buzzer signal to Seungkwan that he has a guest, your feet hitting the steps working your way up.

The sound of the buzzer sends a panic through not only Seungkwan but the rest of the men including Mingyu who grabs his phone standing up to start pacing. “They are early! I mean everything is done but…you two are still there. Seungkwan wanted…” Joshua’s groan cuts off the rest of Mingyu’s sentence while he and Vernon watch Seungkwan move back into the room, his eyes wide with panic.

“Hide, right now. You will just have to sneak out when Y/N isn’t looking. Mingyu, I love you and thank you for everything but bye!” Seungkwan was quicker than Vernon, his hand hitting the red phone button before Mingyu even had a chance to respond. Vernon wanted to tell Seungkwan that everything was going to be great, that he looked sharp, and good luck but he knew better than to say anything at this point. Instead he grabbed Joshua’s elbow tugging him towards the guest bedroom just in time to hear the front door opening and your softer voice calling out Seungkwan’s name.

“Oh my god…” Joshua’s voice was quiet enough that Vernon wasn’t too afraid you or Seungkwan would hear but he still shushed him gesturing to the door pushing against it while also pulling in order to open it a crack without making a sound. “Vernon, if Seungkwan…”

“We have to sneak out, and I want to see how it goes.” Joshua knew Vernon had a point, it would be easier to sneak out if the door was already cracked, and he had to admit he did want to see your reaction to everything. Leaning into Vernon, Joshua grunts slightly to the feeling of the other man’s elbow hitting his ribs hearing him tell him to give him space.

Your eyes move around the sight of the kitchen, it was a disaster but you hadn’t expected much less when Seungkwan had told you he was going to cook. You still find yourself unable to stop smiling when you find him working to put the food on to the plates so carefully. Your heart tightening impossibly more at such a simple gesture when you consider how hard he must have worked on all of this. “Hey Kwan.”

Seungkwan pretends to be slightly surprised leaning into your kiss on his cheek, which were warmer than you were used to them being. He shies away only slightly at your laugh turning to meet your eyes, a soft gasp falling from his lips when he takes in your appearance. “You look stunning Y/N. I should have dressed up more. I didn’t…think, I don’t know what I thought.”

His eyes fall to the present tucked under your arm while you do the shying away this time. “Please, you look fantastic and this looks so good. I can’t believe you did all this by yourself. I’m so impressed..” Seungkwan starts to defend himself when you say you can’t believe he did it, but a smile replaces the look on his face when you finish your statement.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you. Something you do for me all the time, I don’t thank you enough for taking care of me Y/N.” Your head was spinning with Seungkwan’s words. Your eyes follow him while he sits the plates at the table before returning to you, that smile on his lips that makes you feel like you want to melt right there. He had never made you feel like that, you think but then quickly realize you were lying to yourself. You had never allowed yourself to feel that way before.

“You are easy to want to take care of Kwan, and you do take care of me too. Speaking of, um Merry Christmas. It’s a strange present but I hope you like it.” Holding out the box towards Seungkwan you dare to meet his eyes feeling the slight tension between the two of you that had never been there before. His hands brush over yours while taking the present from you, a small laugh escaping his lips. You watch Seungkwan shake his head, his body turning towards the kitchen island and you so he can unwrap the box.

Seungkwan can’t help but to notice how you are watching him, how you swallow harder when he is closer while he unwraps his gift. He was reacting the same way. Have you always smelled this good? Of course you had, he remembered when you bought this body wash and the scent but god it was intoxicating now. Lifting the top of the box Seungkwan laughs when he sees the hoodie inside, his head tilting glancing back over to you in question.

“I kinda stole it from you back in college when we first met. I know it’s your favorite. I keep stealing it because I like it so much but I felt like it was time to give it back. Actually let you have something that is your favorite for once. Not be so selfish.” That was something Seungkwan had never seen you be, selfish. Shaking his head, Seungkwan takes the hoodie out of the box bringing it to his nose to take in the scent of you, a smile on his lips, shaking his head before meeting your eyes again. “Y/N, thank you. This is perfect but I don’t want it back. It’s my favorite because I love seeing you wear it.”

Joshua elbows Vernon hard causing him to groan and glance over to him. He wanted to complain about being elbowed but both of them were smiling too hard seeing how this was going. You furrow your brows watching Seungkwan close the gap between you offering you the hoodie, your eyes moving from it to his face twice making him laugh. “Seriously, it’s yours–”

“It’s about freaking time. Now I’m ready to get out of here. I don’t want to see anything else.” Vernon laughs under his breath at Joshua’s words glancing away as your lips meet Seungkwan’s for the first time causing Seungkwan to gasp, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. His eyes glance past your head watching your two best friends slipping out the front door, his hand slipping around the back of your neck letting his eyes meet yours again when you give him a nervous glance.

“Everyone else knew huh? Were we the last to know?” Your laugh causes Seungkwan to laugh, his lips meeting yours again, this time more tender it takes your breath away. This really would be a Christmas neither one of you would ever forget.

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wastelandkatze · 3 months

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ENTRY 4: The rest of the companions heard (friends') Tavs/Durges going at it one night [NSFW]

ft. my Tav, Briar, their love interest, Astarion (pre-relationship, post Act 1) and my friends Tavs/Durges: Kiyo (@dumpups)'s Durge Raegan x Karlach, and Khim's Ngojo x Gale!

CW: mature content TW: mentions of loud semi-public seggs, like they're really going at it damn...

click here for the AO3 link of this entry

“Ugh,” Briar tumbles and twists on their bedroll, even pulling their blanket over their head in hopes of drowning the wild ruckus from the adjacent tent. It didn't work of course, now with the moans followed by wet slapping of skin. The warlock pulls their hair, wondering when they’ll get a good night’s sleep, and makes a mental note to tease Raegan about their orchestra tomorrow. Maybe give them a crunchy smack on the back of their head, too. It’s great to finally have the paladin back from their homecoming, and Karlach undeniably missed the hell out of their lover who's been gone for several weeks, having forced to spend her nights alone again. But gods, couldn’t they conjure a room or something? Does it have to be now? Does it have to be here?

Briar, now with their blanket worn as a cloak, begrudgingly grabs the Bhaalspawn memoir they’ve been studying (almost throwing it towards Karlach and Raegan’s shared tent), and steps out of their shelter to look for a quieter place to snooze in.

As soon as they thought they’re safe from witnessing any more private moments, Briar was almost blinded by the purple light show emanating from Gale’s tent. Counting it as their mistake to pry more, their jaws now agape from the contorted shadows of the wizard and his sorceress, Ngojo. Thankfully, both mages took camp to consideration (unlike Karlach screaming Raegan’s name), making use of a Silence spell, but the shadow theater-ish spectacle they projected sure looks crazy. Ngojo did mention one time how Gale had this book that showed different ways of lovemaking. And it’s just in Briar’s luck that Gale and his lover decided that now, too, is the perfect time to experiment.

With no more interest to see how much more arms can sprout from the wizard’s body, Briar bolts straight to the tent that’s farthest from camp: Astarion’s tent– the only tent with an inviting light and, fortuitously, absence of any malicious activities. They peeked through the open flap of its entrance, curious to discover that the tent is vacant. The vampire must have been in the woods, hunting for sustenance. So, Briar helps themself, rounds a little corner inside while being careful of Astarion’s belongings, and reads to sleep. The chapter was as boring as they expected it to be, catching themself fluttering their eyes and banging their head in a whiplash, waking them up as they hit someone’s head.

“Ow!” the voice grunted. Briar glances on Astarion huddled close to them. There’s even a trail of drool from their mouth to the vampire’s shirt sleeve. “Sorry,” the warlock responds half-awake, wiping their saliva with their hand, “How long have I been using you as my pillow?”

“Not long.”

Briar hums, matching his unbothered demeanor, “I hope you don’t mind me staying here for the night.”

“Darling, you know I can do last-minute arrangements for you,” he smirks. Briar swats his shoulder, earning another “ouch” from him.

“Stop being a creep. You know we agreed to keep it casual when it’s just the two of us,” then they stretch until a joint popped to place, “We’re buddies, aren’t we?”

“Whatever you daywalkers call it, sure,” Astarion rolls his eyes, then pats his shoulder. Briar raised a brow. “You said we’re buddies, so come here and keep me warm before my undead body freezes in place.”

“No preys sucked dry tonight?”

“The woods are apparently a sham,” he sighs, “unless you’re offering in kindness.”

“Not tonight, sorry. I need some rest,” Briar mumbles, settling their head on his rigid shoulder while sharing their blanket with him. Astarion sits stiff, still uncomfortable with the contact’s lack of sexual intention, something he was used to.

“Gods,” Briar sighed, snapping him away from those thoughts, “If only you know how everyone’s really going at it tonight.”

“Oh, I saw. They are quite the show.”

“Please spare me the details,” Briar opens their book to where they left it off, now sharing it with Astarion as he accompanied their reading time—amused with how repulsed the warlock is. As traces of feral noises ultimately died down, so did the warlock, who didn’t last five minutes in reading and dozed off peacefully on the vampire’s shoulder. He avoided ruminating on thoughts that would sour his mood, simply focused on the warmth that his companion radiated before he entered trance. When he awoke to the sunlight’s gentle caress on his cheek—something he’ll never tire of, the same weight remained: of the blanket around him, and of the warlock’s head that now lay on his lap.

His finger twitches as he catches himself fixing the strand of hair on their face. This isn’t good; he’s acting soft again.

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jiliansky-blog · 4 months

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In the dark. The final chapter. A win of true love

Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1611

Notes: Merry Christmas everyone!

“You!” hissed Titania when you, tired, wet, and burst alive, returned to the castle, being followed by the gazes and whispering of fairies. “You're supposed to be dead!”

“It’s just your wishful thinking”, you smirked. “So… it’s the morning, and I passed your third task. Time to fulfill your promise”.

“How can it be possible?” she asked.

“Well, I almost drowned”, you said. “But I can survive, and I left the forest”.

Actually, the petal made you immortal. It was enough for you. You didn’t want to tell Rose about Rose’s help. You didn’t want problems for her. And Titania doesn’t need to know about this. You were unconscious for most of the night. And when you got out of the river, creatures couldn’t find you. And you went through the woods until morning. You decided it wouldn’t be wise to return to the castle earlier.

“So now you should let us go”, you said, confident.

“I underestimate you, human”, she hissed. “I have never thought to be won by some mortal”.

“Maybe I failed once or twice”, you replied. “Because all humans make mistakes. But my love didn’t let me give up. I was ready to fix my mistakes”.

“She is right”, Morpheus said, appearing right in front of you. “You have no power over me anymore, Fairy Queen.”.

“You!” She was serious. “You dare to cheat me. Both of you! I will condemn you to suffering! Especially this stupid mortal girl!”

She raised her hand, but then Morpheus caught it in the air. He was dangerously quiet.

“Don’t you dare touch her”, he hissed. “Your spell is broken. We are leaving. Don’t try to stop us if you don’t want a war”.

You like so much, this protective Morpheus. You wanted to disappear right away, but then you came to Rose in the crowd and hugged her.

“Thank you”, you whispered. “I hope I will see you again. And I hope I won’t see Cluracane ever again in my life”.

“Ouch, that’s offensive”, he admitted.

“Goodbye”, you said, returning to Morpheus.

He hugged you tightly, and you both disappeared in a whirl of sand. You like to feel his embrace and warmth. And you appeared in the throne room in the castle.

“I can’t believe that it was the end”, you sighed into his neck.

“I can’t believe you pulled this up”, he replied, but his voice was warm.

“Well, I told you I would save you”, you said. “You should believe me”.

“How did you survive?” he whispered. “I thought I wouldn’t see you again”.

“Rose left me one petal”, you replied. “I ate it before jumping in the river. I almost drowned, but it made me immortal, or at least alive”.

“You are insane”, he whispered, and then he kissed me passionately.

You kissed him back. You missed him so much. And now you both are free. And you didn’t want to let him go.

“No one had ever done this for me”, he said.

“That’s a shame”, you said. “You deserve to be saved. And it was my fault after all. I couldn’t leave you and forget about everything”.

“You could die tonight”, he admitted.

“Yes, but I didn’t”, You touched his cheek, and he leaned toward your touch. “I felt your absence so painfully. "I missed you very much”.

“So was I”, he whispered.

At this moment, Lucienne ran to the throne room. Matthew probably told her we were back. She looked at us.

“My lord, you are back”, she sighed. “And Y\N. How you can do it?”

“Oh, you know, a few tasks from fairies almost killed me,”, you smiled. “But I told you I could take him back. And here we are”.

“I didn’t believe Matthew at first, but now…” she smiled. “I’m so glad to see both of you”.

“We’re glad to be here too, Morpheus said. “But YN needs to wake up”.

“What?” You looked at him. “No! I want to spend some time with you”.

“I think you spend too much time here and in the fairy realm”, he admitted. “It can be months since you fell asleep”.

You know he was right. You read about girls who thought that they were in the fairy woods for a week but returned home after ten years. But you couldn’t leave Morpheus when you found him.

“I will wake up, but later”, you said. “We just find each other. You can’t leave me again”.

“I need to settle some things and check my kingdom”, he said. “And you need to check on your family. I will meet you later”.

He kissed you one more time, and you woke up somewhere you didn’t belong. In a white, sterile room. Is it a hospital?”

“Y\N!” You heard your mother’s voice. “You wake up”.

“Yes”, you replied in a sleepy voice. “How long have I been sleeping?”

“For a month”, she said. “Doctor said that Sleepy sickness caught up with you”.

“What?” you asked, shocked.

That is why Morpheus insisted on your returning home. Everyone was worried about your statement. But you were actually fine, so there was no reason to keep you in the hospital. And you see no reason to explain what happened to you. All that you wanted was to be left alone, fall asleep again and meet Morpheus.

“Are you alright?” asked mother for the tenth time a day.

“Yes, mom, I’m perfectly fine”, you replied. “I just can’t believe I sleep so much.”.

You can’t wait till night. And only answered with a smile to your parents. But you insisted on staying in your apartment alone. They insisted on visiting you in the morning. You agreed.

You thought you would enter the Dreaming in the night, but instead of it, you saw a familiar figure in your room. And you smiled.

“Did you decide to meet me for the first time?” you smiled.

“Yes”, he came closer and sat on the bed.

Morpheus was smiling. He was as handsome as before. He was dressed in the black robe that actually hides his body.

“How are you?” he asked.

“I am okay”, you smiled and sat next to him. “And you?”

“Good”, he smiled, and it was more than you could take.

So you kiss him passionately again, climbing on his knees. He embraced you and kissed you back.

“It was cruel of you to send me home right after our return from the fairy realm”, you whispered. “I missed you so much”.

“I am here now”, he whispered. “I invite you to my kingdom”.

He sent me to sleep, and I appeared in his bedroom. And then I saw the door to the terrace and a table for two.

“You are so romantic, you know?” you smiled.

“So I have been told”, he replied.

“I’m so happy to see you”, you said, hugging him. “But your cat form is cute too”.

“Do you prefer me in my cat form right now?” he smirked.

“No, I prefer kissing you for the entire night”, you admitted, and you kissed him again.

“You know”, he said, taking me to the terrace later. “I thought it was a bad idea when you came there for me. But you surprised me more than once”.

“Really?” you smiled.

“Yes, you weren’t afraid to accept the challenge from Titania”, he said. “You found me there more than once. And you almost died but still survived. As I said, no one did as much for me as you did. Especially, a mortal”.

“Maybe I’m not a mortal after all”, you smiled. “And you deserved to be saved”.

“I still need to ask my sister about this”, he said. “Maybe your immortality is temporary, since you ate only one petal”.

“But anyway, can we be together?” you asked. “I hope you aren’t going to disappear the next day. Because, I can find the way to the Dreaming and find you again”.

“I won’t even question this”, he smirked. “No, I don’t want to disappear. It’s just that you can’t live here forever”.

“We can figure it out later”, you said.

“Yes”, he smirked. “Indeed”.

And he kissed so passionately that the entire world squeezed into this room where the two of you were. You didn’t even notice how you appeared on the bed. You almost fell into the passion twice, and now is finally the right time. Furthermore, you can’t wait any longer, since the King of Dreams looks at you so hungrily. One moment, and he was undressed. He was fairly handsome with his white skin and thin waist.

“What happened?” he asked. “Do you change your mind?”

“Of course not”, you replied. “I can’t just take my eyes off you. I’m so lucky to have you in my life. You brought something into my life I can only dream about”.

“And what can it be?” he whispered.

“Love and adventure”, you smiled. “Yourself”.

And he kissed you again. His caresses burned your whole body. And soon you were undressed too. You felt a burning sensation under his touch.

“I will make you mine”, he whispered.

“You're such a fucking tease”, you admitted. “I am yours already”.

And he took me with one thrust, stealing my breath away. And then you became one. It was wonderful to feel him with your entire body, with every inch of your skin. And then it was a firework, and you felt content and happy.

“I love you”, you whispered.

“And I love you”, he replied. “You need to rest”.

“Don’t leave me just yet”, you asked.

“I won’t”, he said softly.

And you hugged, feeling the happiest in your entire life. And your life changed forever.

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