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mostly-marvel-musings · 3 years

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How about a smut prompt no. 7 with Tony Stark ? ❤❤❤❤

Love to lose

A/N: Thanks for requesting this lovely! Hope you like it :))

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Prompts used: Oral sex & “First one to make a noise loses.”

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, it’s dirty okay...

Word count: 2k

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“First one to make a noise loses? Seriously?”

“Yeah!”

“No!”

“I honestly thought you’d be more adventurous Tony.”

“Honey you’ll get all the adventure you want once I’m done with this project. You remember the night of four times, don’t you?”

Tony raised an eyebrow and smirked as your eyes lit up with thoughts of the night he mentioned, cheeks growing warm as your mind flooded with memories of the aforementioned night.

That night you’d lost all sense of cognition and your legs were pure jelly from being utterly fucked out.

It was never a dull moment when it came to you and Stark in the bedroom. He knew all the right ways to drive you crazy and you had come to learn to push all the right buttons to drive him insane.

“Tony come on! I know you’re up for it.”

You pointed to the half-mast erection currently staring back at you.

He glanced down at it before shaking his head and returning to the screen, soon getting engrossed in the information displayed in front of him. Eyebrows knitting together in concentration while his fingers flew over the surface, probably in search of something you didn’t care about.

You scowled for a little while, arms crossed over your chest before walking towards him with a look of determination that hid unattended lust.

Tony didn’t mind you stepping in between his legs as he leaned against the table behind, until you ghosted your fingers over the button of his denims.

Once you popped it open and undid his fly, he shot you a warning look before his phone rang, giving you time to push the jeans and his boxers down just enough to let his erection bounce free.

“You’re free to do whatever you want only if you’re prepared for the consequences sweetheart.” He warned before answering Phil Coulson’s call.

Desire bloomed deep in your belly as his words sent tingles down your spine, knowing the punishment would either be really good or really bad, depending on Tony’s mood. But you were willing to take the risk, it was always worth it in the end.

Shrugging, you dropped down to your knees, his semi-erect cock waiting for your ministrations as you eyed it before gazing up at Tony through your eyelashes innocently.

He was deep in conversation on the phone but the tight grip of his free hand on the edge of the counter and tapping of fingers against the surface indicated he was waiting for you to make your move.

Tony exhaled a breath he was unconsciously holding as your hand wrapped around his length. Taking your time with it, your hand lazily stroked his cock, thumb brushing over the tip every now and then.

“Please I understand Agent, don’t bore me with those unnecessary details..oh!”

Glancing down, he suppressed the rest of his reaction as your tongue joined the party. Small kitten licks over the tip before you drew a strip all the way to the base, all the while watching his demeanour change from composed to flustered.

You took him in your mouth and began swirling your tongue around his length, smirking when he faltered and brought his hand down to move your hair out of your face.

“I’m going over the details n-now. Oh yes—yes I’ll call Fury once I’m—I’m almost done here.”

Tony didn’t wait for Coulson to answer before he cut the call and practically threw the phone away. Letting out a groan, he jerked his hips forward, pushing himself deeper in your mouth as he grabbed you by your hair roughly, guiding your mouth over his cock.

“You’re in so much trouble baby...”

You simply hummed in response, continuing to finish him off as you increased your speed, feeling him twitch against your lips already. The little grunts Tony uttered spurred you on to bring him closer and closer to climax. Your own arousal had turned your panties moist as you watched his lust-blown eyes shut and bite his lip.

“Ah shit! You want me to cum in your mouth?”

You nodded eagerly as Tony’s hips jolted forward and he cursed out loud before shooting spurts of cum down your throat, face contorted in pleasure as he emptied himself, the warm salty liquid travelling down your throat.

He grabbed you by the back of your neck, making you stand before crashing his lips to yours, tasting himself as you deepened the kiss. You moved your clothed core over his softened cock to get some friction, gaining another groan from Tony who felt how moist you were.

“So wet my dirty girl. Will you give me an hour? I promise I’ll make it worth it.” Tony whispered softly, grabbed your hips to stop your grinding. Reluctant to let you go but the urgency with which Phil had called left him with no other choice than to make you wait.

“Fine. But if you’re late…”

“Trust me babe. I’ll be there sooner than you think.”

“Whatever.” He pecked your pouted lips one last time as you pulled his pants back up, turning to walk upstairs to your shared bedroom.

“Don’t touch yourself.”

“You’re in no position to make demands Stark.”

“Am I not?” Even with your back to him, you could sense he was giving you ‘the look’. The one that screamed ‘no matter what, I’m always in charge’. The man was really going to be the death of you some day.

“Ugh. Fine. Hurry up.”

“Okay so we need to establish some ground rules first.”

Your eyes snapped up from the book you were pretending to read as Tony swung the bedroom door and got in, locking it before sliding in next to you, resting his back against the headboard.

You were celebrating your victory on the inside because just minutes ago he’d made fun of you for coming up with this game, only to now come up with modifications for the same.

Like a good girl you had behaved, controlled the urge to bring yourself to an orgasm after that little session downstairs. You were still wet, which meant he already had more chances of winning at your game.

This was a bad idea. Why hadn’t you thought this through?

“Hon?”

“Huh?”

“The rules?”

Mentally shaking yourself for zoning out, you sat up straight and faced him.

“Alright. Whines are allowed. Moans aren’t.”

“Fair enough.”

“No oral sex.”

“Not acceptable. You know I owe you for that amazing blow-job. Come on now..”

“Fine. But no fingering.”

Tony made a non-committal huff but agreed, knowing how much his fingers spurred you on.

You went back and forth discussing, rejecting and accepting the terms and conditions as if it were a legit deal.

Soon after you shook on it, there was a switch in the air and neither of you felt the need to say much else except get on with the game.

Climbing in Tony’s lap, you cupped the sides of his face and pressed your lips to his. Softly grazing against each other at first while you fingers teased the base of his neck.

He carded his hands through your hair before pulling you against his chest, hands now splayed across your back as he slanted his mouth over yours and deepened the kiss.

Maneuvering a little so his legs straightened out on the bed, Tony heard a tiny sigh escape your lips as your aroused core met with his growing bulge. Keeping those noises that threatened to leave your mouth turned out to be harder than you had both imagined. You two were quite vocal when it came to sex.

It was difficult, but all the more exciting.

After a while, the make-out session turned out to be insufficient and Tony had you on your back, your clothes removed and thrown carelessly somewhere behind as he settled between your legs.

You had to bite back a moan as Tony’s lips travelled down your neck, littering tiny kisses all over the skin before he found that junction where your neck met your shoulder, the pulse point which he so generously marked a spot on, sure to leave a purple bruise in its place. On cue, your head moved aside to grant him more access as your breaths turned to pants, finding it hard not to think about his bulge that was rubbing so deliciously against your heated core in slow but deliberate thrusts.

You had to push him away to make sure you didn’t lose so soon, that sure earned a chuckle from the genius. Moving further south, he latched onto one of your nipples and flicked his tongue along the bud all the while massaging and kneading the other in his hand. A sigh had involuntarily slipped out, it wasn’t breaking any rules but it sure made Tony gaze up with lust-blown eyes as a smirk appeared on that handsome face.

Trailing kisses along your navel, he reached between your legs and stopped. You shot him a warning look as you sat up on your elbows when his fingers teased along your wet folds, causing him to throw his hands up in surrender before diving in face first into your pussy.

Closing a hand over your mouth, you let your head fall back onto the pillows as Tony licked a fat strip along your wetness, his nose brushing against your bundle of nerves. It didn’t take long for you to feel your heartbeat on your throbbing clit, Tony leaving no stone unturned to make sure you were a needy mess below him.

“What was that baby girl?” He purred, facial hair glazed with your juices when he emerged, giving you a shit-eating grin after you shook your head.

You were so close.

Flipping you on your stomach, you heard him unbutton his jeans and drop them in a low thud on the ground. His hands pulled your ass up in the air, urging the cheeks apart before his cock met your entrance, gathering your wetness, your pussy aching for release at this point.

“Tony..”

“Giving up already?”

Instead of answering, you reached behind, grabbed his cock in your hand and lined him up at your entrance before pushing your hips back. Both of you swallowed your groans as he bottomed out, stretching your walls to the fullest before pulling all the way out and thrusting in.

Your knuckles turned white from gripping the sheets as you were almost ready to give up and accept defeat, until you felt his cock twitch inside you, a sign Tony wasn’t too far along from doing the same either.

Your walls clenched around his cock deliberately, hugging it in their wet warmth and eliciting an involuntary groan from the man.

“What was that honey?”

You teased, repeating the action only to have Tony pull out suddenly, turn you around once more and pull your legs over his shoulder before entering you again.

“You fucking tease..”

“You’re the one to talk. Now shut up and fuck me.”

Snapping his hips to yours at a furious pace, Tony gripped your legs roughly and bit your ankle. The silly little game long forgotten, you let out a pornographic moan as you felt the muscles in your belly contract, thighs tremble and mind turn into a fuzzy blur.

“Cum with me Tony..” you begged as he let go of your legs and buried his face in your neck, a hand snaking downward to rub your oversensitive clit.

“Do that thing again.”

His urgent whisper came out muffled by your hair but you knew what he was talking about. You granted his wish by pulling on his cock with your walls and felt his hips lose their rhythm. He came loud and hard, spilling inside you in spurts triggering your own orgasm as you cried out, digging your nails in his back as you shuddered.

Once you felt yourself float back down to reality, you brought your hands to caress Tony’s hair while he chuckled against the skin on your neck, repeatedly kissing you over there.

“It’s a draw then?” He mumbled.

“Yep.”

“You want a rematch?”

“Definitely.”

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donutloverxo · 3 years

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Anniversary

This is written for my dear friend @just-one-ordinary-fangirl's 1000 followers challenge. Congrats on such a huge milestone! I used the prompt "Oh, honey, what on Earth were you thinking"

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Summary - You try to cook for your future husband and fail miserably. But there are other ways you can make it up to him 👀

Warnings - 18+ only please. Explicit sexual content, daddy kink, deep throat.

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 1.4k

You huffed out a breath, some flour that was stuck on your upper lip along with it, pushing the strand on your forehead behind your ear with the back of your hand, although you were pretty sure they were already completely covered in flour and what not.

You sniffled as you looked at the state of your kitchen, fighting back tears because you literally had one job and you couldn’t even get that right.

“I’m so useless...” you mumbled.

Usually Andy was the one to do the cooking and you’d just ‘help' by hugging him from behind--because it was really nice to feel his hard back and butt pressed up against you--or by snacking on whatever he was cooking or tasting his food and giving him pointers. Either that or you both would just order in.

But now you were engaged.

You had a brand new solitaire on your hand and you had to work on being a good wife. How had to gone almost thirty years without knowing how to do something so basic and essential?

Maybe you shouldn’t have picked a meal as tough as a chicken pot pie but that was Andy’s favorite and you wanted to do something special for your anniversary. Pasta or spaghetti doesn’t exactly scream effort or I love you. It’s not like you’d be very good at that either. You didn’t even know how to properly boil an egg.

Because you were too busy wallowing in your self pity, you didn’t even hear Andy come in and yell out his customary “Honey, I’m home.”

You snapped your head up at him when you heard him call out your name. Placing his bag on your marble counter he examined the mess you had made and then you.

“Oh, honey, what on earth were you thinking?” he cooed. Not angry in the slightest but rather sympathetic. Especially when he saw how watery your eyes were and how dejected you looked.

He pulled you into his chest, rubbing your arm after placing a tender kiss to your forehead. He never let you even touch the stove and for a very good reason. “Why is my princess so upset?” he asked. Although he had an idea why.

He pulled away, taking your hands in his to check for any injuries and make sure that you were okay.

“I wanted to do something special for you,” you mumbled, playing with a button on his shirt, “But it all went wrong and so fast. Even though I followed the darn instructions!” you whined, resisting the urge to stomp your feet.

He sighed, pecking your lips, “You take such good care of me, sweetheart.”

“No, I don’t,” you puffed your cheeks like a little chipmunk, “I’ve never cooked for you and I don’t know how to make you feel special.”

“You make me feel special and loved just by being with me,” he smiled, kissing your knuckles. “Now, how about you and me go out for dinner? Would that be an okay way to spend our anniversary?”

“Um, did you get me anything?” you asked. If he hadn’t that maybe you wouldn’t feel terribly guilty about ruining your gift to him.

“I sure did, honey. I would never forget,” he said with a stupidly handsome grin, so proud of himself. You would usually throw a fit if he hadn't but right now he was being annoying.

“Andy,” you frowned. “I put all my eggs in one basket. I didn’t get you anything! I’m such a bad girlfriend.”

“Fiancé,” he corrected. He didn’t like it when you forgot even if it was just a mistake. “This,” he said, tracing the ring on your finger, “means that you belong to me, Mrs Barber. And don’t you forget it.”

You gulped at the dominance in his voice, “Yes daddy.”

“Good girl,” he praised, cupping your cheek as you leaned into his touch. “You being mine is more than enough for me. But if you really want to make it up to me.... you know what to do,” he hummed, pushing his thumb inside your mouth.

“What?” you blinked, feigning innocence and pretending that you didn’t notice his hard length pressing into your hip.

“You can try to take my dick down your throat,” he told you, now pushing two of his fingers in your mouth to prep you.

“I’ll try,” you said but it came out a bit incoherent since your mouth was full.

It also earned you a slap to your ass, making you jump and yelp around his fingers. “You’ll have to do better than that sweetheart. You’re getting spoiled. Maybe I’ll return the present I got for you.”

“No no,” you frantically shook your head, “I’ll do it, daddy, promise,” you swore, holding out your pinky.

He was nice enough to bring you to the living room and giving you a pillow to kneel on while he sat back against the couch.

“It’s not gonna suck itself, sweetheart,” he said as you mumbled out an apology and started working in unbuckling his belt and unzipping him with shaky hands.

You had let him use your mouth plenty of times, but he was just so big. Bigger than any man you had ever been with. You could barely get half his length in your mouth. And while he encouraged you to take as much of him as you could he was understanding when you couldn’t. And mostly desperate to get his own mouth on you.

You licked your lips when you pulled out his pulsating manhood, “So big,” you wondered out loud, scared of what it’ll do to your poor throat.

“It’s okay, honey. You can take it in your pussy, so you can take it in your mouth too if you try hard enough.” His patience running thin as he pushed you towards it.

You could barely take it in your pussy. Andy would literally have to prepare you and use lube. As good as it was, it left you with a delicious ache and sometimes wobbly for days.

You sucked on his tip, moaning at the sweet and salty taste of pre ejaculate leaking out as your hands fondled his balls.

“It’s yummy,” you looking up at him, licking your lips of the cummies smeared on them.

“If you make daddy happy you’ll get even more of it,” he promised, pushing your head down his length, “Open wide,” he instructed.

And you followed like the good girl that you were, taking as much of him as you could till he hit the back of your throat, making you gag and cough around him when he tried to push you even further.

He traced a thumb over the imprint of his dick on your throat, “Try to relax your throat a bit, sweetheart. Can you do that for daddy?” He asked, wiping away a stray tear from your cheek.

You nodded as he pushed you even further down, and despite your coughing and sputtering you took all of him till your nose touched the soft curls at the base of his cock.

You swallowed around him, moaning which he pinched your nipple through your shirt.

“I love it when you do that,” he groaned. Almost coming then and there when you swallowed around him. “Hang on, sweetheart,” he said as he held onto the back of your head. Lifting his hips off the couch he slowly fucked up into your warm mouth, his balls tightening when he saw you drooling around him.

You made sure to swallow every last bit of daddy’s cum, heaving and taking in some much needed oxygen when he finally let you go.

“Show me, honey,” he ordered. You opened your mouth to show him that you swallowed all of it.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “Where’s my gift?” you asked eagerly.

“Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he teased, pinching your nose.

He showed you the box of designer heels he had got for you. You had been asking him for them for weeks and he was hesitant because they were so expensive and you had more than enough shoes.

You squealed loud enough for the whole block to hear, hugging him tightly and smiling so fondly at him when he put them on your feet. As if you were Cinderella.

“You like ‘em?” he looked up at you.

“I love them. Thank you, daddy.”

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darthkruge · 3 years

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Okay :3

Could I ask for some quick little hc’s on the reader getting hurt on a mission?

I just need worried and protective Ani rn 🥺

Thank you Butterscotch 💞💝

Anakin x Reader Who Gets Hurt on a Mission Headcanons

Warnings: I mean talk of injuries but no in depth ones discussed. Mainly just protective and worried Anakin with some soft Ani thrown in there too because I physically think I’m incapable of not adding that.

Words: 1.3k

A/N: Yes my love of course!! I love worried and protective Ani <3 I know you said quick little headcanons but I fucking love protective!Anakin and the getting hurt on a mission thing is one of my favorite tropes lmao so this kinda took on a life of its own.

gif credit i really like this gif- like a lot-

Okay first off Anakin is already so protective. He hates that you’re in dangerous situations when you go on missions and he hates it when he can’t go with you. That being said, he knows you’re powerful and competent and he would never doubt your abilities as a Jedi.

Honestly, his protectiveness says far more about him than you. He’s not worried that you’re not strong enough; he’s worried he’s not strong enough. If you get hurt, he thinks he failed somehow.

As soon as he sees you get hit, he’s there in an instant. If it happens in the middle of a battle, getting you to safety is his main priority. He’ll scoop you up in his arms and get you out of there immediately.

If it’s more like someone hurts you directly, like a one-on-one thing, he’s going insane. Picture someone stabbing or hitting you to the point where you’re unconscious and bleeding on the floor. Anakin immediately flashes back to losing his mother, to when he wasn’t able to save someone he loved.

He will kill them if they’re still a threat to you. If not, it’s not like he’s letting them just walk away. He’s infuriated. He first steps in front of your body, shielding you from them. And he’s livid, he’s glaring at them and anyone could tell he’ll fight to the death for you.

His lightsaber ignites, illuminating his enraged expression and they just know they fucked up.

Even so, you are his priority. Revenge never comes first when it’s between that and keeping you safe. His thought process is: deal with danger as quick as I can so I can go make sure they’re okay.

He runs up to you and, if you’re unconscious, he’s gently trying to coax you awake. He’ll whisper softly, all “Can you hear me?” “Open your eyes for me, baby.” “Please, Y/N, please let me see your gorgeous eyes.” “Come on, angel, let me know you’re okay”

His eyes are scanning your body, looking for any possible injuries that he needs to attend to.

Regardless of what the injuries are, he’s picking you up. He’s not letting you walk or put any pressure on any parts of your body.

He scoops you up as gently as he can and moves as evenly as he can while rushing you back to the ship, trying not to jostle you around too much.

If you whimper or hiss in pain from the movements, he looks at you so apologetically and whispers an “I’m so sorry, just a little longer, okay?”

And you’ll nod at him with tears in your eyes and it just makes his heart ache. He hates knowing you’re in pain and that he wasn’t able to stop it or take it away.

When he gets you back to the ship, he’ll lay you down and try to attend to your injuries as best he can. He’ll grab some gauze and bandages and wrap your wounds, desperate to stop the blood loss. If there aren’t any supplies, he’ll just rip parts of his shirt off to use as bandages. After he did that once you secretly hope they forget the supplies again because-

After he finishes that, you’re normally really cold and exhausted from the blood loss. He wraps you up in all the blankets they might have and pulls his Jedi robe off and puts it around you, too. He knows it brings you comfort and, honestly, it’s really fucking warm.

He talks to you to try and keep you awake. He’ll tell you stories and although he tries to be strong for you, you can hear his voice shake and his words become faster, sure signs that he’s fucking terrified.

That’s honestly what gets you to stay awake, more than anything else. You don’t want him to panic. You’ll try to hold his hands, if your injuries allow, and constantly move your thumb against the back of his hand as he does the same to you. The constant movement reminds him you’re alive and conscious and okay.

As soon as you land on Coruscant, he immediately brings you to medbay. He doesn’t care, you can complain about how much you don’t want to and how you’re fine all you want, he won’t hear it. He got a little upset once because you were desperate and said “please, Ani, please don’t make me go. I just want to go back to our bed and have you hold me. That’s the only thing that could make me feel better right now.”

He was upset because he hates turning you down, especially when you ask like that. The only time he’ll turn you down is if he’s trying to keep you safe.

He tries to force them to let him stay with you as they run diagnostics, literally yelling out and attempting every trick in the book. Even so, it doesn’t work. They calmly tell him to go sit in the waiting room and they’ll get him when the tests are finished.

He watches them take you away and he paces in the room, chewing on his fingernails and running his hands through his hair in worry. He normally somehow ends up finding his way into a chair and he ends up breaking down. He’ll have his head in his hands, tears streaming down his cheeks as he prays to the Maker that you’ll be alright. He’d do anything, so long as you’re alright.

When they finally call him back, saying your tests are done he’ll run back into the room. You see his disheveled appearance and bloodshot eyes and you immediately reassure him that you’re going to be okay.

As soon as he can take you home, back into his arms you go. Once again, you’re not walking, so don’t even try it. Further, he just wants to hold you. You normally kind of turn your head into his chest, embarrassed that he has to carry you through the Temple where anyone can see you in this weakened state.

Meanwhile, Anakin is staring daggers at anyone who even attempts to look in your direction. His arms tighten around you, keeping you close and you’ve honestly never felt safer.

He gets you back to the apartment and gently places you on the bed. He looks you over again, just making sure they didn’t miss any of your injuries before he pulls the covers up and comes next to you.

He’ll get you some water and a bit of food, wanting you to get something in your system to help replenish your body. He stays with you the whole time, making sure you eat and drink at least a little bit.

Even though the medical droids helped, you’re still in pain and he tries to help in whatever way he can. He can see your eyes screwing up as you try to move and get comfortable in bed and he’s just “I know it hurts, baby. I’m so sorry, here, let me help you, okay?” “What can I do to make it better”

He helps you get settled, pulling you with him in his strong arms until you find a position that allows you to sleep.

Sometimes you’re shaken up from getting hurt. You’ll tell him how afraid you are or, more frequently, he just knows. He tells you “You’re safe now, my love.” “No one’s going to hurt you ever again.” “It’s okay, I took care of them, it’s okay.” “Look at me, angel. They’re gone, alright? It’s just you and me, right here, safe.”

As you drift off, he reminds you how much he loves you and you say it back. He’s always the big spoon on those nights. He puts himself closest to the door, shielding your body with his.

Nights after you get hurt are always very special. He holds you to him as tightly as he can, granted this is mostly dependent on your injuries. And you just love it. You feel safe and he feels like he can keep you like that.

Basically, if you get hurt on a mission, Anakin’s got you. And an enemy has to be pretty stupid to try and hurt you. Not only are you exceptionally badass, but if they somehow get to you, Anakin will hunt them to the ends of the galaxy to ensure they never harm you again.

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madmilkboi · 3 years

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Heyyy~ can i please ask for hcs with a short scenario of oikawa, bokuto and kuroo reacting to their s/o suddenly giving them backhugs? ^-^

Uhhh for an idea on how to write it...im not really that much of an affectionatr person but i tend to let loose when im around people who i am close to (like my bf) so whenever i get clingy i give him backhugs and he's sometimes surprised by that and uh yeah ill stop my rambling now lol (this is pretty self-indulgent lmao)

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━🧋⌒*. Reacting to their s/o suddenly giving them backhugs

summary: the hq boys💯😈🥶🦍 reacting to their s/o suddenly giving them backhugs

genre: fluff

warning/s: none

a/n: this request is so cute 🥺 also for some reason tumblr wont let me add the keep reading thingy so uhm yeah lmao

• honestly he'd cry, like finally my baby is being a cuddle bug

• Would quickly drop whatever he's doing and hug you back

• would also pepper you kisses while he's at it

• he can't help but smile during every kiss he gives you

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While you were watching a movie at the living room, Tooru was washing the dishes. You were supposed to be the one to do it but he didn't want you to since his sweetheart will never lift a finger when he's around.

The movie was starting to reach an emotional climax where the main character had to split up with their beloved and your brain being a party pooper decided to imagine you and Tooru.

Gosh that hurted.

You stood up lazily from the couch, dragging your feet to the kitchen. You heard him humming a song while washing the dishes. You slowly crept uo to his back and snaked your hands around his waist, placing your head on his back and letting out a soft sigh.

He stopped, a backhug? From you? He stopped washing the dishes and took of his gloves. He quickly turned around and looked at you with slightly glistening eyes. You looked up to him and let out a soft smile "are you crying?" He wrapped his arms around you and placed kissed all over your face. "Who wouldn't?" He chuckled, you responded with a grin and pulled him closer. "My cuddle bug" he muttered while caressing your hair.

• kuroo would be a blushing mess

• Since you don't show that much affection he doesn't know what to do

• but of course he doesn't want to waste the moment so he eventually turns around and would give you one back

• Forehead kisses

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He was heading to his locker to grab a book he forgot to bring and while he was walking. You saw him pass by the hallway. But he didn't seem to notice you despite the classroom door being open.

You sneakily walked outside the classroom, your chair being conveniently placed near the door and catched up to him, stopping him with a backhug. "Oh!" He groaned, he looked at the arms that were around his waist and saw a familiar bracelet.

Y/n? Hugs? At this time of the day?

Heat was rushing up his cheeks but he wanted to return the affection you were giving him. He turned around muttered a small hello. "Don't you have class" he asked while rubbing your back. "Not anymore" you told him, letting your head rest on his chest. He smuked to himself and kissed your forehead, once, twice, thrice. "Cutie" he pinched your cheeks letting out a grin.

• bo is kinda bummed that you don't show that much affection, he'd even start questioning his choice of cologne

• but when you suddenly hugged him after his volleyball practice, he was technically the happiest man in the world

• Would immediately turn around and look at you with the softest eyes

• And while your hugging him he'd cup your cheeks and press his nose on yours

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The sweat on his forehead slowly dripped to his jaw, finally practice was over. While he was helping the others clean the gym you were silently waiting for him outside.

But you couldn't wait that long, so you rushed behind him making sure you weren't making any type of loud sound. You wrapped your hands around his waist "guess who?" As soon as he heard your voice his confusion turned into excitement. He was quick on turning around and pulling you closer to him.

"Hi baby" he greeted you while cupping your cheeks, rubbing them with his thumbs. "Hi" you beamed, he can't help but melt into a mere puddle seeing your cute smile. He pressed his nose to your nose and let out a low chuckle.

"So it wasn't my cologne" he thought to himself after witnessing you hugging him after an intense volleyball match.

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sparetimeimagines · 3 years

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Habits

Tsukishima Kei x Reader

tags; exlovers, hate sex, dwi, smut, degrading, fluff, ok they fuck

Part 2

Masterlist

It’s becoming a habit.

You shoot your shot at the most basic ass man you can find. A man at the club who found your Instagram on the club’s tag. You figure, hell, he’s boring.

He can’t possibly be the one who’s going to screw you over at the end of the night.

He can’t possibly be the one who’s going to later get your Snapchat and spend those hours of getting to know you, just to get your nudes and ghost you after you tell him you’re not down to fuck.

Of course not.

He’s going to be the shame you in front of his friends when he asks to chill and you stupidly agree.

He’s going to call you a whore because you sent him the pictures he asked for not like he has four other girls in his DMs.

Because it’s your fault he’s a shitty person.

Because it’s your fault you fell for his tricks.

“Can I come over?” Your voice cracks as you wipe a tear, acting like you totally weren’t crying over some jerk.

“It’s 2AM.”

“That never stopped you before.”

The line is silent, and you could have sworn he hung up.

“Tsuki... please.” You beg, knowing the sound of your voice being manipulated that way makes him hard.

He sighs and you know he’s going to let you have your way.

“How long?” He clears his throat and you stumble to your car.

“One point five.” Your vision his hazy, the alcohol having less of a toll on your vision than your emotional state. “I’ll be there before sunrise.”

“You better not be driving.” He growls.

“Fuck you, Tsukki, you’re not the boss of me.” You turn the keys in the ignition. “I’m not drunk.”

“Hmmph.” You know he’s rolling his eyes. “We’ll see about that.”

The smirk on his lips is contagious, infecting yours that are smeared with the dark lipstick.

“Let me know when you’re close.”

“Always.”

There was nothing new about you driving to the dorms in the middle of the night. College life was something you embraced when you never fully cut the ties to your doting ex boyfriend who is always down to fuck.

He lived in an apartment off campus, not being able to live under the RA’s rules, but everyone neighboring was also enrolled in the school.

Early morning or late night, whatever you want to call it, you show up. His apartment, the one with the glowing window, indicates he’s awake.

You slam the door shut harder than you anticipate, stomping up the stairs to his apartment.

“2C.” You try the door knob but it’s locked. “Tsukishima. Open up!” You bang on the door and he quickly opens. He nearly rips your limb from your body in order to get you inside his home.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” He has one hand around your throat and the other grasping your arm, pinning you to the wall.

You smirk at the thought of him pinning you against the wall and begin biting your lower lip.

“Split me apart, Tsuki. I’m begging you.”

He rolls his eyes, gripping your neck tighter.

“What is wrong with you, Stupid Girl? Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“I don’t care what time it is. I want you to tear me apart.” Your dazed eyes roll back to his honey colored one with a dare he’s not willing to turn down.

His large fingers tear at the thin fabric of your dress and tugs it down your arm.

“You always wear the sluttiest things.” He stares at you, your body slowly being exposed with each piece he tears off. “You reek. Did they reject you again?” He leans into your neck, teeth sinking into the arch of your bones. “Tell me. What’s his name?” He bites into your skin as you attempt to reply, your gasp ruining you. “Hm? Who did you try to replace me with this time?” His hot breath coats the lobe of your ear, his fingers gripping the messy strands of your hair to the opposite side exposing you completely.

The other hand you were concerned with reappears between your legs, fingers dipping against the damp fabric clinging to your heat.

“Hmm doesn’t matter. Because he didn’t want you. Did he not?”

You ignore his question, focusing on the two fingers that tease you from below, light touches caressing you until you’re suffering with that welcoming ache.

You feel yourself tighten, the kegel trying to hold in the wetness between your folds.

“Mmm what is it? You’re so tense.” He stops petting you. “He didn’t want you, did he?”

He steps back, the hand that had you mesmerized leaves your heat throbbing -begging for attention- and relocates to your bottom lip.

“Answer me.” He demands, the finger dragging your taste against your plump lip.

“No.”

“No what?”

“No he didn-” Tsukishima cuts you off with his finger burrowing back through your lips and inside your mouth.

“I’ve heard enough.” He smirks, him adding another finger to your mouth. “You’ve always talked too much anyway.” His eyes roll, his head shaking with a devilish smirk across his face.

No glasses, no shirt, messy hair, this is the Tsuki no one else knew. This is the Tsuki you knew who would fuck you aggressively until sunrise.

He presses himself against your lower half, his hard cock rubbing against your naked body through his tight briefs.

He scoffs, taking the fingers from your mouth, so wet glistening with your saliva and runs it across the only part still clothed between your legs.

“What’s going to stop me fucking you right now? No one knows where you are. I could fuck you...” He returns to your neck with open mouth kisses sucking on your skin. “For hours. Days if I wanted to. No one is going to stop me from fucking your tight, slutty cunt.”

His fingers graze the fabric once more, pushing it to the side.

His eyes meet yours, his fingers returning to his mouth for wetness, then back to your sensitive, sobbing hole.

His finger to slowly stretch into your body, his eyes never leaving you. He watches your moan, how your lips part, your eyes rolling, your chest rises as he has one hundred percent control of your body.

“Mmm you like that. Look how tight she clings to me.” His free hand caresses your neck, slowly moving to your breast. Goosebumps follow his touch, the warmth of his fingers resting on the bar between your nipple. “I think she missed me.”

He slides his fingers upward, pumping your famished hole for your juice.

“You dirty whore.” He smirks feeling you drip to his knuckle.

Tsuki brings his lips to your ring, lips tongue flicking against your silver barbell.

“I remember when you got these done. Prancing around like some fucking slut with your tits out.” He brings it in with his mouth, sucking the bar for your new found sensitive tips. “Mmm so sexy.” He looks up to you, panting with your head thrown back. “My girl is enjoying herself.” He comes back up, still twisting your ring as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. His thumb caresses your clit briefly for the sake of reaction.

Your body jolts and he smirks, bringing you into him.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Baby Girl?” He whispers and you nod unable to catch your breath.

He pulls out from you, his fingers soggy from your wetness.

“Then clean it.” He holds his fingers to your mouth, watching you lick from his knuckle to the tip. “You’re so pretty when you’re wet.” He moans watching you lick his fingers, he grabbing his cock through his tight briefs, it filling perfectly where it should.

Hard, he releases it to his hands, reflexing in your direction.

“If you want me to fuck you, show me how bad you want it.”

He pumps his cock a few times before you smack his hands away, pinning them in between your fingers.

“Shut the fuck up, Tsuki. You’re so annoying.” You scoff taking his shaft between your free hand and your tongue. He moans letting his head roll back, he looking at the ceiling.

Up and down you run your lips along him, his hands tangling with your hair.

“Stop playing with it.” He warns grabbing your face by the jaw. “Do it right.”

It was your time it smirk, taking him whole, him bucking his hips.

You gag against him making Tsuki jolt his cock against your throat again.

“Yes Baby, gag on me. Fuck you feel so good.” He pulls your hair back out from your face.

You watch him, doe eyes watching him relax with pleasure.

“Fuck Baby.” He pulls out from your mouth. “You’re going to waste me like that.” He pulls you to your feet. “Get your ass on my bed.” He points to his bedroom, watching you obediently oblige, his palm smacking your ass on the way in.

“Ow, fuck Tsuki. That hurt!” You rub your enflamed cheek and he meets you in the edge.

“Shut the fuck up.” He smirks. “All fours. Now.”

“Fine fine. Shut up.” You position yourself ready for him when he pushes you forward, your stomach against the sheet.

“You think you’re just gonna get whatever you want.” His hand collides with your cheek again. “Hell no. Shut your bratty mouth and take my cock like a good girl.”

He inserts a finger into your swollen hole, taking it out to his lips. “Fuck Baby.” He grips your hips, bending over to line up. He presses his lips against your cheek then the other, letting his tongue reappear at your clit, letting your body buckle with your moan.

“Mmm just how I remember you.” He leaves a long strip to your entrance, with his index fucking your hole. “You fucking slut. I own you.” He slurps. “I’m going to tear you up.”

He bites your ass, realigning his cock with your core.

Painfully slow, he lets himself into you, bottoming his cock into your body. You both groan as he stays completely still.

“Fuck Tsukki. Move.” You gasp trying to adjust your hips however he has you pinned. “Fuck, you’re big. Move.” You’re breathless as he begins to adjust himself along your tight walls.

“Being nice now isn’t going to make me go easy on your tight pussy.” He slides out, barely leaving the tip in. “Beg for me. Tell me how badly you want me to use you.” He leans forward, his breath on your skin. “Tell me. Who’s gonna touch you like me?”

“N-no one.”

“Hmm? Tell me, Y/n, tell me who’s gonna fuck you like me?”

“No one Tsu- fuck.” He smashes his hips into yours, thrusting harder than he had ever before.

“That’s right. You slut.” He’s thrusting, both hands on your hips keeping him, steady. “You crave me. No one can satisfy you like me.” He bottoms into you, catching your breath with his cock.

“Too deep.” He smirks at your complaint.

“No those boys can’t fill your tight cunt like I can.”

“This is the- the last time Tsuki.”

“You damn liar. You depend on me. You need me.”

He shoves your head into the pillow muffling your moans while he pounds into you. His hand grazes across your ass restlessly, until he pulls out flipping you. His hands pin you down against the bed, his forehead resting against yours.

“I want to watch you cum on my cock.” He grunts, reinserting himself. “You’re so damn gorgeous, you maniac.”

You press your lips against his, your legs pulling him in deep. “Fuck you, Tsuki.”

He smirks into your lips, feeling your walls grip around his cock. Your moans grow louder and he’s pounding harder than ever, wanting you to finish on him.

“Who’s making you cum?” He pants, close himself.

“Fuck. Tsukishima.” You grip the back of his head, feeling yourself release on him, he cumming short after with the throbs of his cock twitching inside of you. His body, wet and covered in sweat, collapses on top of you his breathing matching yours as he lessens in size.

“Fuck.” He says pulling out. “Fuck.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You roll over to your side, feeling him sit up in the bed against the wall.

Moments pass and things begin to calm down, the post nut clarity. The downfall.

“It doesn’t get better than this, does it Tsuki?” Your sad reality hits you as you adjust yourself with a hand under his pillow, still not facing the blond but the wall instead. His covers hide your sweat glazed body and insecurities.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s an endless cycle. I get my heart broken and come crying back to my ex to fuck me because at least I know he’s not going to break me again because he’s already done that.”

You stare at the wall, feeling him shift beside you.

Then you feel his hand graze your hips, resting on the highest point.

“Well. Is that what you want? Do you want the endless cycle of me fucking you until you hate yourself?”

“No. Yes? I don’t know.”

“Would you rather just want to fuck me?”

“Like friends with benefits?” You turn on your side catching him rolling his eyes.

“We will never be friends.” He bluntly says searching for his glasses. You nod and he sighs. “It’s obvious you still have feelings for me, Y/n.”

You rest on your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Whatever, Tsuki.”

“Don’t deny it. You wouldn’t keep coming back to me unless you wanted something.”

“I wanted to get laid.”

“And you’re a terrible liar.” He runs hand through his drenched curls.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No normal person would drive two hours in the middle of the night to fuck someone, Y/n. It’s not worth it.”

You sit up grabbing the sheet to cover yourself.

“I’m not here for you to shove your opinions at me, Tsuki.”

“You’re right, Y/n.” He grabs your hand pulling you into him. “You’re here because you still have feelings. You’re here because you can’t accept that you’re not over our relationship. You’re here because you keep throwing yourself at random losers to substitute the feelings you have for me because you can’t admit it to yourself that you never wanted our relationship to end.”

He calls you out leaving you stunned. Not one word can come to your lips because deep down, you know he’s right.

Deep down, you keep going back to Tsuki because you know he won’t let you down. You know, that deep deep down in your chest, the beating organ is still beating for Tsuki but like him, you’re too stubborn to admit it.

“I just want to hear you say it.”

“Say what, Tsukishima?”

“Say that you miss me. Say that you still want me.” His lips brush against yours, his whisper barely audible. Those hands he cuffed around your wrists flip you on your back and he’s hovering over you. “Say you still want me. Say that us breaking up was a mistake and say you still want me. Just admit it.”

“Tsu-“ before you could say another word, his lips silence you, the pressure of his naked body atop of yours, but inches away from joining with each other. “I’m a terrible liar.”

“Then tell me the truth.” He whispers his lips closing in on yours.

“I love you, Kei.”

#tsukishima fluff #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsuki #tsukishima hcs #tsukishima smut #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima haikyuu

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zexalweek · 3 years

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Hey, everyone! I’m here to reveal the prompts for Zexal Week 2021! For those who can’t properly see the above picture, Zexal Week will be Sunday, June 13th through Saturday, June 19th!

You’re in no way obligated to participate, though if you do, you don’t have to do every day if you don’t want! You can do half the days, every other day, even only one day if you want!

Feel free to get creative with how you celebrate Zexal Week! I know the most common mediums of producing content are usually through fanfic or fanart, but anything goes! AMVs. cosplays, a lil mini vlog, GIFs, simple texts posts just wording your thoughts, whatever you can think of is cool! (Even mature content is acceptable, so long as it’s marked mature somewhere in the post, for those who wish to filter that content!)

And remember, participating in Zexal Week isn’t simply limited to producing content! Contributions are as simple as reblogging each others’ works and posts, or commenting on what you find enjoyable, even if it’s something as simple as a “thank you!”, “I love it!” or even a thumbs-up emoji!

Without further ado, the prompts will be presented beneath the cut!

Sunday, June 13th: 'A Parallel Self' - Let's acknowledge the talent that voice actors brought in bringing the Zexal characters to life! Do a little digging to see what other anime characters share your favorite Zexal character(s)'s voice! (For example: Astral's Japanese VA also voices Koushi Sugawara from Haikyuu!.) Share with us your finds, and maybe indulge in a little crossover of sorts if you'd like!

Monday, June 14th: 'Mythological Twist' - Akin to YGO DM's use of Egyptian Mythology, Zexal uses bits of Christian and Greek Mythology for its series. (i.e., Utopia/Hope being a 'Guardian Angel', The Barians being named based on the Big Dipper, the recurring theme of Carnivals in the first half of Zexal [which, I have discovered, are festivities rooted in both Christian and Greek cultures, apparently?]) Take this time to either go all in on those mythoses, or apply a different one to the Zexal story!

Tuesday, June 15th: '10 Years Later' - Seeing as it is Zexal's 10th year anniversary, what do you think the Zexal cast would be doing 10 years post-canon?

Wednesday, June 16th: 'Challenge the Game!' - Aside from the Duel Monsters card game, what game(s) could you see the Zexal characters getting into? Be it a different card game entirely, board game, video game, sports game, mobile game, etc.!

Thursday, June 17th: 'Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue' - It's June! Likely named for the Roman Goddess Juno, the patroness of Marriage, let's see what Zexal spin you can put on weddings! Be it a ship getting married, a marriage tradition(s) you think a specific character(s) would have, etc.! (suggested by JKDiamondGold)

Friday, June 18th: 'Cosmetic Cybernetics' - Inspired by the AR Vision was introduced in Zexal (Duel Gazers, Duel Tattoos, and those who could augment their eyes to the AR Duel fields), what Cybernetic enhancements do you think the characters could have? Would they have them in-canon/post-canon, or in an AU? Are they purely for cosmetic purposes, or do they aid the character in some way?

Saturday, June 19th: 'Free Day!' - Just as it says: a free prompt day! Do whatever comes to mind!

Alternative prompts:

Fun in the Sun

Medieval Fantasy AU

Flower Language

Bucket List

Treating Wounds

"I'd go to the ends of the Earth for you."

"Your memory may be gone, but your heart knows who you are."

"A picture's worth a thousand words, though in your case, this one's worth a million."

"Honestly? There's no place I'd rather be."

"It took letting go to realize... I was holding onto nothing."

Ultimately, all these prompts aren’t mandatory! They’re more of a baseline, I guess; Something constructive for those seeking specific prompts! But if you want to do your own thing for any or all of the Zexal Week days, then go for it! This is a weeklong celebration of Zexal, and I don’t want to stifle your creativity!

For those participating, I will be tracking the tags “#Zexal Week” and “#Zexal Week 2021″ to find your posts and reblog them here! Though I would suggest also tagging this blog somewhere in your post just to be safe! Last year there were several occassions where posts made weren’t popping up in the tags I was searching in!

If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to shoot me an ask! Anonymous is on, like always!

Thanks for your patience, and I’m sorry again for posting the prompts and rundate a couple days late! Also, here’s hoping this post doesn’t get eaten by the tunglr tag demons! I’ll keep reposting this as needed, until the tag demons accept it!

See you guys in a month!

-- Krys 💙

#Zexal #Zexal Week #Zexal Week 2021 #YGO Zexal #yugioh zexal #Zexal Week Original Post

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kagedaddy · 3 years

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I'm not sure about the rule so can you do inarizaki with a model and streamer s/o? 💖

streamer / model - miya twins, suna & kita

warnings: none

miya atsumu

miya osamu

sun rintarou

kita shinsuke [masterlist]

hey hey, thanks for the request, no worries i don’t have rules for asks! hehe i think this scenario is cute, hope yah enjoy it! asks and dms are open for requests.

model

“Ready up angels!”the stage manager calls your attention, you were nervous and excited, tonight you were given the honour to open for the show, so you were going to be walking down the runway first. The make up team quickly does the last touches on your make up and the stage manager fixes the lingerie and giant (colour) wings on your back. You were ushered to the landing area, waiting for the artist and the music to play.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome (favourite artist).”

“Stand by first model, (first name).”the stage manager tells you and you nod your head, the intro of (favoruite song) starts playing and the stage manager cues you in. You make your entrance and the crowd goes wild, you strut down the runaway, looking out into the crowd and the unmistakable faux blonde hair of your boyfriend catches your attention, you meet his eyes and decided to sway your hips seductively a little a lot to the song. You see him bit his lip and it gives you a newfound energy on the runway, as you approach the artist they offer you their hand, twirling you around giving the wings on your back a fluttering effect.

As you arrive back in the landing you’re quickly pushed to the dressing room for a change of outfit and in minutes you’re out again, after a few more quick changes you are strutting one last time in the runaway, you wave and blow kisses to the audience, finding your blonde lover again and sending him an all too suggestive wink before giving a final pose. Once you’re all backstage, you and all the girls cheer at the success of the show, snapping pictures and all heading to the after party lounge.

Picking up your phone to message Atsumu but thick toned arms snake around your waist and you’re greeted by the familiar cologne of your boyfriend, “You looked really good, babe.”you turn in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck, pulling each other closer and giving him the kisses you both longed for. “Thanks Tsumu, I wanted to give you a show.”he growls at your words and you pull away, “Or maybe to your friends, kidding.”you tease your blonde lover, pressing hot kisses to his neck.

“Fuck babe, you were so hot. I’m glad I get to take you home.”

streamer

“Hi hi! Welcome to my stream, its (username) here!”

“I know it’s a little bit different today, we’re not gaming but we’re cooking with my partner and a Q & A!”you wave at the laptop you had set up for the stream session today, Osamu awkwardly waves at your stream, he was too cute, you talk about your plans bringing back the attention to yourself. “So babe what are we making for the stream?”you quickly fix the webcam so it would have a good view of the kitchen, “I’m not sure, what does your chat want.”he juts his thumb to your screen and your chat starts spamming all their suggestions.

‘[(random username) donated ¥ 10,000] It’s my birthday today, how about a cake?’

A donation notification sounded, the robotic voice of your text-to-speak read off the donation, “Ohh Happy happy birthday (random username), nee Osamu can we make a cake?”you clap your hands, singing the happy birthday song for your fan, “We can most definitely bake a cake.”he prepares the ingredients and you cheer as more of your fans begin chatting their favourite flavours and decorations the cake should have. Osamu mixes the batter and you stand beside him, he wants you to be his assistant and look pretty, while he does that, you begin to read out questions for you both to answer.

‘Osamu-san, is (first name) a good cook, what food has she cooked for you?’

You read out the first question, Osamu thinks about it for awhile before answering, “She isn’t a good cook, she cooked me some pancakes but half of it was burnt.”your face turns red in embarrassment and you smack your grey haired boyfriend, “So mean Samu, I thought you love me.”pouting at your partner and playfully crossing your arms. “I do babe but you really stink at cooking.”he presses a kiss to your forehead, deeping the blush of your cheeks.

“Okay next question!”

You answered as much questions as you guys could and the next thing you knew that cake was baked and cooled, ready for you to design it. You take the offset spatula and began smearing the icing on the cake, throwing in a couple sprinkles and writing illegible words on the cake. You stare at the monstrosity you designed, the cake was baked well credits to your lovely chef of a boyfriend but you were not skilled enough to do the pipping and the adding of sprinkles, “Good job, looks good babe.”Osamu presses a kiss to your forehead as you finished up the design, you knew he was being nice so you just accepted the affection, you both lifted the cake for your viewers to see.

“Well, I think it kinda turned out okay.”

streamer

You stifle a yawn as you stretch out your limbs, glancing over your clock it was 3:30 am you’ve been streaming for about four hours now. You were on a winning streak in Call of Duty and didn’t want to stop, your snipes were on fire today. “Babe come on, let’s head to bed. It’s late and you’re literally about to fall asleep.”the voice of your boyfriend draws your attention, “just one more game Shin.”smiling sleepily at the salt and pepper haired male, he pats your head and you lean up close enjoying his warm touch. ‘Aww you guys are the cutest’your chat goes wild, spamming it with hearts and you giggle at your chat but one message catches your attention, it read.

‘(username) get your boyfriend to play’

“Good idea chat!”your eyes light up, “Shin look, they want you to play!”you point at your screen, he turns to the monitor eyes following the chat, “Are you sure I’m not that good.”he rubs the back of his head unsure, “It’s okay, it’s all for fun!”you roll you chair to the side to give him some space but he stops you, instead he gestures for you to get up. Confused you follow anyways, Kita settles in your chair and he pats his lap, “come sit babe.”he pulls your body towards him until you’re sitting quite comfortably on his lap, “Will I get in trouble for this chat?”you laugh as you snuggle into you boyfriend’s warmth, shifting the headphones over to his head and quickly going over the controls with him. You set him up in a lobby and letting him pick whatever skin he prefers. Once he got it done, he was doing great, you were yelling at him on what to do and he panics, causing your chat to go crazy from they way you both interacted.

‘You are my parents, you guys are too cute.’

Your focus shifts to Kita, face morphed into concentration as he did his best in the game, he was so cute. He was able to kill a few players and survived the gulag, it was a funny sight to see. Your eyes become heavy, a small yawn leaving your lips, your eyes droop close and you lean closer into Kita but before you could completely drift off he wraps you up in his arms.

“Guys, I think I’ll end the stream here. It seems like she’s fallen asleep.”

model

Standing at the gate of Inarizaki high, you were lost, you were from a different school, “Ano, excuse me do you know where the volleyball club is?”you tap the nearest male’s shoulder to get his attention, he had blonde hair and wearing what you assume to be the volleyball club uniform. “You! You’re (last name)! You’re really pretty in person”his eyes widens in realisation, jaw hanging open as it dawns on him the model he’s seen on several magazine covers stands before him. “Shh!”you politely smile at the male, holding up your finger to your lips, he nods his head smiling widely. “I’m heading there, I can definitely take you!”he says a little bit excitedly and you can’t help but laugh at the male, “Thank you thank you.”you slightly bow to the male before following him to the direction of the gym.

“I’m Miya Atsumu by the way. Why are yah headin to the gym?”he introduces himself side glancing at you. “Well you already know me but I’m here to see someone.”walking up to the gym you can clearly hear the loud squeaking of shoes running across the court, you couldn’t help the nervous smile to show on your face. You wanted to surprise your boyfriend, he didn’t know you were in the area for a photo shoot so you wanted to visit him. You both walk in the gym, all the boys were busy warming up so they don’t notice, you wave off the blonde telling him to hush about your presence and walk off to the side sitting at one of the many benches. You watched interest as they played a practice match, you’ve never seen Suna play and man were you more attracted to the man, you were practically drooling as he flexed his muscles to block spikes. The coached called for a break and the boys all went to the benches near where you sat, as soon was Suna walks up, he meets your eyes.

“(first name) you’re here?”his eyes widens at the sight of you, “Surprise!”a smile forms on his lips, his sleepy demeanor changing into a more energetic one, “Do you know her?”Atsumu looks between you and Suna bewildered, “How do you know her, she’s like a big time model!”your boyfriend nods his head. “She’s my girlfriend.”the whole gym goes quiet staring wide eyed at their middle blocker, Suna takes this opportunity to go to sit beside you. Taking the towel from his hand, you wipe of his sweat before leaving a small peck on his cheek, “How do you have a girlfriend before me yah sleepy bastard.”Atsumu grumbles earning a laugh from you, “Aren’t your teammates such sweethearts.”you giggle at the scene, you did rounds of introductions and answer their questions about the both of you until they had to get back to practice.

The boys finished up and you waited for Suna by the gym doors, as soon as he stepped out the door you jumped into his arms, catching you without any problems, you wrap your legs around his waist so he’s carrying you. “I missed you.”finally pressing your lips against his, you sigh in happiness, “I missed you, too babe. But why didn’t you tell me you were coming, I could’ve skipped practice today or even class.”he snuggles closer to you but you just shook your head, “I wanted to surprise you, I was in the area for a photo shoot.”you kiss the tip of his nose, his face breaks out into a smile and connects your lips again. “You were so sexy when you played, you’re so good Rin.”you drop your head to whisper in the dark haired male’s ear, licking a stripe down to his jaw and his breathing hitches.

“Let’s go ‘cuddle’ in my bed.”

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fated by the stars (20/30)

summary: with the soulmate system implemented, all that you wanted was someone that you could love naturally, without having to be bonded to a complete stranger that you’d meet inevitably. however, fate works its wonders in the collection of stars that you managed to end up with two soulmates, not knowing who you truly heard the soulmate bells for.

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“So what happened again between you and Wonwoo?”

You were currently at a bar with Joshua not too far away from your shared place with Wonwoo, a couple shots down your system into the night as you could feel the alcohol buzz in your head. Somehow you don’t recall drinking all of the shots that you had consumed tonight, which was a little concerning because you didn’t want to be too drunk due to classes tomorrow, but it also helped numb the ache that your heart was feeling at the moment.

“Wonwoo was being a jerk and I’m ignoring him.” You slurred, downing another shot of tequila as your head was swirling around the words you both exchanged in the groupchat earlier with your other friends.

You didn’t mean any harm hanging around with both Jeonghan and Joshua these last few weeks after it being a month later, because you were still getting used to being in their presence. Now that all of that has happened, you were starting to feel the effects that Wonwoo’s words had on your own self considering he was your closest friend, and guilt was all that you could identify because whether you were sober or drunk, he was partially right in a way.

“He probably didn’t mean it, love-”

“But he did at the same time! If he didn’t mean it, then why did he say it in front of them…” You pouted, feeling tears streaming down your face when suddenly your face was in the palm of his hands and you could somewhat see the small smile that was on his face.

“What did he talk about?” He says, using his thumbs to wipe the tears that were on your stained cheeks and you hiccuped a bit before mumbling whatever nonsense your subconscious wanted to say.

“He said that I shouldn’t string you both on when I just want to get to know you guys better… I mean he wouldn’t know what it’s like to have two soulmates! I’m the one that is technically being picked, having to choose between you both and it’s not fair to either of you…” You mumble leaning your face into his hands and he lets out a soft chuckle before shaking his head at your drunken state from the shots that must’ve kicked in.

“Y/N, it’s not your fault. You do know that it’s up to fate that decides which one of us it is right, and not you?” He whispers and in that split second you could’ve sworn you sobered up for a bit, however drunk you thought that it was better to enact on your emotions that were pounding in your heart.

“Screw you, Joshua Hong.”

As soon as the words escaped from your mouth, you pulled him closer by his wrists and kissed him with confidence that you didn’t know existed from your subconscious. However, all that you know from what you could make out was that he was kissing you back hesitantly, just as he pulls away from the kiss seconds later knowing that this wasn’t right if fate was going to be the one to pick between him and Jeonghan to be your soulmate.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink, Y/N. Let me take you home to rest.” He says quietly, helping you up out of your seat as he walks out of the bar with a warm face.

Meanwhile, Wonwoo and Jeonghan were sprawled across the couches that were back home as he was explaining to the latter about the fight you both had. As he was explaining, Jeonghan thinks about where you could’ve been at the time being until he remembers you asking him earlier to drink at a nearby bar.

He somewhat regrets not going with you because he was growing worried of who might’ve been there to protect you in the case that you got hurt, but you were alone, he thinks, as he lets out a quiet breath from his lips. Maybe fate was just playing tricks on him and maybe you were with someone tonight to drink safely so that he doesn’t worry too much about you, even if you guys don’t end up being true soulmates.

“And now she is out drinking with Joshua-”

“Wait, she went out to drink with Joshua?” Jeonghan interrupts Wonwoo talking, suddenly shooting up from where he was lying down on the couch and the male nods in his place, seeing as though Jeonghan seemed too interested in the fact that you were out drinking with Josh.

But he knew why as he could see glints of jealousy in his eyes at the mention of you being with him.

“You didn’t know that? She left about a while back with him- oh I think they’re back.” He explains in confusion until the sound of a car door echoes from outside, bringing his point back to the present as Jeonghan could feel the heart strings and his own red string tug a bit at the pain that was evident in his heart.

“No, I didn’t know that, but now I do.”

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jawritter · 4 years

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When The Lights Go Out

Part 3

Summary: Life hasn’t been your best friend lately, you lost your job, and are on the verge of losing your apartment. Who knew when you decided to join a Sugar Daddy app that your best friend suggested ina last ditch effort to save your apartment, and not end up on the street, your first and only client would turn your whole world upside down.

Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Virgin! Reader

Word Count: 2063

Series Warnings: Mob level violence, injured Dean, description of injury, creepy Godfather John Winchester, John is pretty much a double bag, escort services, virgin reader, lose of virginity and all the insecurities and fun stuff that come with it, age gap (23 year old reader; 40 year old Dean), angst, unrequited/requited love?, language, smut, unprotected smut.

Chapter Warnings: embarrassed reader, hint of insecurities, brief description of injury, language I’m sure, because it’s me people. Some angst, I think that’s it, this chapter is actually pretty mild.

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To say that Dean had paid you very well for your date together last Friday night was an understatement. In fact, he’d paid you so well, that you were able to get caught up on all other bills that were due, and still have plenty of money left over.

It wasn’t about the money for you though, not really. It was about the fact that you had spent every moment, waking and sleeping, completely, and utterly infatuated with the green eye man that had hired you as his permanent escort.

I mean how could you not? He was literally the most attractive man you had ever laid eyes on, and even though this should have been strictly business, you were already developing quite the crush on the man.

Sure, working for this guy could literally get you killed, and you weren’t sure that John wouldn’t do it his damn self if he caught the two of you, and learned that you weren’t really Dean’s girlfriend, but you still couldn’t stop yourself from checking your DM’s, and hoping your phone would ring with that baritone voice on the other end that seemed to make you melt without even trying.

It was just getting dark. The sun was setting just behind the skyscrapers that made up the New York skyline, casting beautiful shades of pink, and gold over them, the light of autumn hanging in the air as the season ready themselves to change. It was your favorite time of day, so you found yourself sitting in your chair next to the window with a cup of hot coffee in your hand, and a throw blanket over your lap, just taking it all in.

Your mind drifted from Dean, to your future, to the upcoming event on Sunday that he’d yet to contact you about. That event you tried to not think about, just thinking about it made your anxiety spike to an all time high.

The last time you were in the same room with John Winchester, he’d ask you to prove your relationship with Dean. When you left the party, he’d made that crude comment about you making sure his son went to bed well satisfied. Only God knows what he might ask you to ‘prove’ in front of him concerning Dean, and that made your chest tighten uncomfortably.

Not that you didn’t want to have sex with Dean, I mean my God most women with a pulse, and some men, would give their left arm to have that opportunity. The problem with you resided with the fact that you had never had sex with anyone before.

Dean didn’t know that little fact about you, and you were terrified of what would happen when he found out.

You hoped your inexperience wouldn’t blow your cover, and you knew you had to tell Dean eventually, even though your contract with him stated that having sex with him wasn’t something you offered as part of the job.You knew that if you continued to play the part of ‘girlfriend’ to him, it was going to come up.

A loud knock on your door nearly made you jump out of your chair, and you made your way slowly to the door of your apartment.

Your only friend was away on business, and you didn’t know who else would possibly come calling. Your little ‘date’ with Dean had made you paranoid as to what might come after you, and you looked through the peephole in the door trembling as if a monster was going to be on the other side of it.

When you saw Dean, your heart leapt in your chest, and you ripped the door to your apartment open like a teenage girl, greeting her crush.

“Hi!” you said breathlessly, opening the door wider and allowing Dean to come in. His tall silhouette slipped past you, and into the apartment on bowed legs that made you weak in the knees.

“Hi, I hope I’m not intruding on your evening, coming over unannounced.”

Dean looked around your apartment as you closed and locked the door behind you, turning to face you as you crossed the floor to him.

“No, not at all, I was beginning to wonder if you had found someone else to escort you Sunday.” you said, looking down and playing with the hem of your sweater nervously.

“Not at all, I was busy with a job, and I’ve only just now got back to New York, or else I would have come to see you sooner.”

Motioning to the small couch in the center of the room, you both sat down, Dean, situating himself very close to you on the couch, closer than you expected.

“I know this might seem forward, and I know that I’ve asked more of you than a normal escort service would have ever offered, and by making you exclusive to me only I’ve kinda brought this to a whole new level that I’m sure you were not anticipating, but in order for Sunday to go off without a hitch, the two of us are going to have to look like an actual couple.”

Fear settled deep in your stomach, as his hand reached for yours.

“You’re trembling sweetheart. Are you afraid of me?” he asked, his thumb rubbing little circles on the back of your hand in an attempt to be calming.

“A..a little bit..” you admitted sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

Sliding over closer to you, and throwing his arm around your shoulders, he settled the two of you in his hold. The smell of his cologne seemed to pull you in, and cloud your judgment, calming you instantly.

“You have absolutely nothing to be afraid of. I’m not gonna hurt you, and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. I’m a gentleman, pretty girl, and I’m not going to make you do anything you're not comfortable with if that’s what you're worried about.”

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you look up to meet those green eyes that had been haunting you since the moment you met him. They were softer than you expected, and something radiating through them just said that he was telling you the truth, and it was okay to trust him.

“There’s something you need to know Dean.” you say, shame of your confession making you blush before you could even get it out, his fingers brush your hair off of your shoulder, playing with the loose strands at the base of your neck, bringing goosebumps to the surface of your skin.

“That you’re a virgin.” Dean said, stopping you in your tracks.Your eyes were as big as dinner plates as you try to hide the deepest blush you had ever experienced in your life. You covered your face with your hands.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of sweetheart. I figured as much the moment I kissed you in my dad’s hotel room, then there was also the no sex policy on your offer. Which I don’t have a problem with in the least, don’t get me wrong, but virgin or not makes no difference to me, or our arrangement. What I do need for you to do is to get comfortable with me touching you, because we need to look more natural Sunday than we did Friday night.”

You looked up to meet his gaze as his fingers lightly brushed the skin of your neck, pulling you closer to him. His warm body pressed against yours.

“Is that why you're here?” you asked him, and Dean nodded his head, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

“The more time we casually spend together, the easier it will be for you to be around me, having me touch you, kiss you if need be, and it be believable.”

Relaxing a little into his hold, Dean brought his hand up to the side of your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek before lowering his lips to yours, brushing his lips over yours in a chaste kiss.

Even though it was brief, it still had shivers shooting down your spine.

Dean smiled cockly at your reaction, his fingers dancing little trails down your arm, and back up again.

“So you show up just to makeout with me? That’s not very professional is it Dean?”

Dean threw his head back in a whole body laugh that made you blush yet again, his lips coming back down on yours in a little deeper kiss, before breaking it suddenly.

“You could say that,” he said, still chuckling to himself, “what can I say, I’m a method actor.”

It was said as a joke, but for some reason it stung. Like the only reason he was here was to prepare you to give a worthy performance in front of his family.

Sitting up and away from him in order to clear your head, you grab your remote, and turn on your TV in effort to ignore him. Dean seemed unfazed.

“The dinner is tomorrow, I figured we could both get ready here at your apartment and leave together.” Dean said, kicking his feet up on your coffee table, grimacing as he did so, making your eyes travel him as if you could see whatever it was he was trying to hide.

“So, you're staying here all night?” you asked him. His face hardened a little before he switched off your TV, and looked at you more seriously than before. All joking and flirting disappearing from his features.

“I’m going to level with you, but I don’t want to scare you, so do you trust me?”

Nodding your head against your better judgement, you folded your legs under you, and turned to face him. Your heart pounded in your ears so loud you were sure he could hear it..

“I think my father has some of his goons following us. He doesn’t trust me, and in order to make this look real, I need to spend time with you like I would my actual girlfriend.”

Your eyes bulged almost out of their sockets, and Dean leaned forward with some effort, grabbing your hand in his before he continued to speak.

“I’m sorry, I feel terrible for ever getting you into this with me. I didn’t expect for them to actually like you, or for me to actually like you for that matter, but that’s a conversation for a later date. There are a lot of things you don’t understand, and I know that you don’t trust me, and you have every right to hate my guts, but I swore I’d protect you, and that’s what I intend to do. You didn’t ask for this, I pulled you into it.”

Dean took a deep breath, and his free hand traveled to his side, before he could stop himself. Your eyes drifted to there, and before you could stop yourself, you lifted his shirt looking at a deep purple bruise right over his ribs. The color drained from your face. You were in way over your head. Not only were you bound to the Son of the Godfather of the fucking Russian Mafia in New York City, but he was apparently injured, and sitting here on your couch.

“Dean? Did your dad do this to you because of me?” you ask him, fear evident in your voice.

Shaking his head Dean pulled you closer to him, wrapped his arms around you, and turned back on the TV, signalling this conversation was effectively over.

“No, that was a business deal where someone thought they could get over one me. That had nothing to do with us, or my father, just part of the job.” he said, giving you a peck on your lips before settling both of you into the couch.

You lay there quietly letting him trail his fingers over your arm and back, before long his breath became deep, and even. Looking up his features soften in sleep, and a light snore feel from his perfect lips.

You foolishly wondered if he was here because of your arrangement, or he just didn’t want to be alone. One thing for sure, this just kept getting deeper and deeper, and you wondered just how deep this rabbit hole was really gonna go before the walls started closing in.

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Sugar and Coffee [4]

Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 4.5 OR Chapter 5

➜ Words: 4k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

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You miss Seokjin. You know that you shouldn’t, but in the middle of the night while you’re unable to sleep, you pick up your phone again. And you send him a text. 2:03 am. Y/N: hey The bright screen stares back at you, illuminating your face and blinding your vision in the darkness of your quiet dorm room. Your messages are lined up in a row, the same exact text left unanswered. Ones you sent from a week ago to two days ago. The radio silence makes the realization sink in — he broke it off. Jin really has no plans of communicating with you again, of giving you an explanation other than telling you that it’s run its course and that you’re not the one at fault. It doesn’t sit well with you, so your thumb moves, quicker than you can list the consequences for. You call his number. It dials. But instead of hearing the tone ring, you hear an automated message. Seokjin changed his number. // It’s morning while on the way to class with you hiding beneath the hood of Jin’s sweater that you end up catching sight of someone familiar walking towards your direction. It’s your only strand of hope, but you step forward before the opportunity is lost. “Hani?” “Y/N?” Hani stops and greets you with a smile. She’s a friend — well, Seokjin’s friend. But she still regards you with the same warmth as she gave to you for the past two years, albeit the atmosphere is awkward. The both of you know what happened, know it’s looming over your heads. But no one speaks about it, no one dares to broach the subject. “Hey, how are you?” And her question is asked at a higher pitch, cautious as if you were a wounded animal that she was afraid of scaring. “I’m...fine, how are you?” “I’m okay.” Hani nods and gathers the courage to approach the issue that you’re skirting around. “I...heard about what happened. It’s a real shame. I hope you’re holding up well.” “Trying.” You muster a smile, shrugging your shoulders. Yet in spite of her friendliness, you can still feel it — the distance. Like you thought, they sided with him. They’ve chosen him with no plans of getting between you two and involving themselves in the conflict. “Well, I should go. I might be late. I’ll see you around, Y/N.” You nod and she brushes past you. But then you twist on your heel. “Hani?” “Yeah?” She spins around. “Did,” you hesitate, “Jin say anything about me?” “No, he didn’t,” she says, quietly and sadly. You bob your head again, meeting her eye. “How is he?” “He’s okay.” You wonder what that means — if he never really cared, if he’s already over this. But you’re also glad that he’s okay. You’ll never have any ill wishes against Jin. You still love him.

Jungkook and his friends have a system, if one could call it that — a shitty system of crashing each other’s dorms. Sometimes they’re crowding around Taehyung’s gaming consoles, other times it’s Jimin’s computer. Or Jungkook’s flat screen that he spent his entire summer job’s savings for. Or even going to Hoseok and Yoongi’s apartment to raid the fridge and be as loud as they want without getting noise complaints. Hoseok and Yoongi didn’t like the dorm life, so they were willing to raise their living expenses and pool their money together for an apartment off campus. And that’s where Jungkook finds himself this evening. They’re watching a soccer game, but the only person invested is Taehyung who actually knows the teams and who is who. Hoseok is preoccupied pigging out on the snacks, Yoongi sipping his drink, and Jimin is playing a game on his phone. “Can I ask you something?” Jungkook asks out of the blue, smacking his lips after taking a swig of the beer. He can’t wait till Taehyung gets curious and drinks some — he’d probably gag from the taste. Yoongi looks up. “What?” “It’s not about me, but I have a friend of a friend and this friend of theirs was...dumped pretty badly and now they’re depressed and not talking...at all….and they don’t really have friends anymore because all their friends were my friend’s friends, so it really sucks for them.” “Uh-huh.” “So what would you hypothetically say to my friend’s friend to make them feel better or like what would you do?” “Well, for one, I’d take Y/N out,” Hoseok pipes up while chuckling. Jimin lifts his head and Taehyung looks over. The two of them exchange expressions and burst out laughing. Jungkook sighs in irritation. “Who said this was about Y/N?!” “We’re not total idiots, dude.” Jimin grins. “Sometimes.” In the meanwhile, Taehyung leans down to give a punch to Jungkook’s arm and winks. “Trying to slide into her DMs now that she’s single, huh? I see you, Kook. Still got game. Can’t say I’m not impressed. Go get that puss—” “As if.” Jungkook scoffs. “I just feel bad, alright? Forget I asked. Whatever.” But Yoongi isn’t ready to drop the subject quite yet. His cat-like eyes narrow in on him as he sips on his drink. He puts the bottle down on the coffee table with a clank. “Since when did you start caring about her?” “I don’t—” “You don’t have to get defensive,” Yoongi deadpans boredly. He isn’t that interested, merely stating a fact. “I’m just surprised.” “She’s going to be my internship partner whether I like it or not in a few months.” The youngest sighs. “I don’t want to make it awkward. And I thought it would be better in the long run if we become friends now. It would be nice to have each other’s backs. Or at least be civil enough where she’s not trying to rip my head off every other second.” Yoongi appears mildly understanding and nods. “So it’s a diplomatic thing.” “Yeah.” “Invite her to our game night,” Hoseok says from the kitchen. “Don’t do that.” Yoongi scoffs, expression wrinkled like he bit into a lemon. “It’s our thing.” “Are we ten? Boys only?” Hoseok argues, “We already have our thing every single night anyway. Plus, it might be a nice change since Jungkook always wins.” “Fine.” He rolls his eyes. “Do whatever you want.” “That actually sounds kind of fun!” Taehyung grins, tearing his eyes away from the soccer game. Jungkook’s amazed that he had half a mind to pay attention to the conversation. “But I wonder if Y/N is any good at board games or if she even plays.” “Is everyone cool with me asking?” Jungkook looks around — Hoseok and Taehyung are enthusiastic about the prospect while Yoongi is passive aggressive at worst and apathetic at best. It’s Jimin who looks uncertain. “She’s….intimidating,” he mutters. “But….I think you’re right. Y/N looks like she’s having a tough time and if we can help, then we should. At least then we know we tried.” He nods. There’s only one issue left. “I don’t even know if she’ll even accept…” Knowing you, you might just laugh in his face and then spit at him for even making such a suggestion. Then again, with how you’ve been acting lately, you might just start crying from gratefulness and freak him out. Both scenarios are equally horrible.

The pair of you bake alongside each other as the teacher watches for technique and the order of the procedures done. Jungkook works on the dough while you focus on the custard filling. It’s surprisingly perfect teamwork — you’re in sync with one another and assemble the final cake together. And when the teacher returns to eat it, he’s astounded that it’s been exactly replicated. From the taste to the presentation. You leave the room with a ninety percent grade, having absolutely aced the midterm. “That was pretty good, huh?!” Jungkook grins, putting his hand out. You muster a small smile, and high-five him back. “Yeah.” “Man, all our hard work paid off! Did you see the look on Mr. Chu’s face?” He was over the moon, especially considering that napoleon cake isn’t all that easy to make under strict time constraints. But when Jungkook glances at you, you don’t seem very happy over it. Your eyes are on the floor with your downcast head. “Hey.” The doe-eyed boy pokes your shoulder until you look up at him. “Do you wanna…” “Pardon?” Your brows furrow. His voice became so quiet, you couldn’t hear him. Jungkook clears his throat noisily. “I asked how you were holding up?” You shrug. “Fine. I don’t know. Do you really want to hear about it?” You doubt he would trouble himself with your problem, but what catches you off guard is that he stops in the middle of the hallway and nods. You stop with him too. “Sure. Shoot.” “Really?” “Yeah, I don’t see why not. It’s not like I have anything better to do.” You inhale a deep breath. It catches in your throat. Your fist tightens, nails digging into your skin. You swear you wouldn’t cry again. “I texted Jin, even though I know it wasn’t a good idea and yeah, it wasn’t. He changed his number.” “Oh….shit.” “And I talked to one of his friends yesterday and she said he’s doing fine. He hasn’t really talked about me. And I don’t really know what any of that means. I haven’t seen him around either. I think he’s avoiding me and I can’t help thinking about what I did that was so wrong for me to be treated this way. I don’t….I don’t think I deserve this.” You exhale a shallow breath, eyes stinging painfully. Jungkook suddenly plops his hand on the top of your head. You frown at him and he realizes what he’s doing and withdraws his hand awkwardly. “That really...sucks.” “Yeah, thanks, I know.” “Sorry, I don’t really know what to say.” “You don’t have to say anything,” you tell. “Thanks for not laughing, I guess.” “Why would I laugh?” Jungkook asks, genuinely confused. You shrug. You always thought Jungkook would be the first to applaud your misery — he’d goad you and cheer you when you’d cry. You guess you severely misjudged him. “Are you free tonight?” “Why?” “My friends and I are doing this thing.” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck and diverts his vision elsewhere. “We meet up to play games sometimes. It’s really Taehyung’s thing cause he’s the one who likes games, but if you’re free, then you should come along. We’re in need of new players actually, cause it gets boring when it’s the same people over and over again….” “Would they mind?” He swallows hard, taking in the way your head is quirked to the side, your eyes big and glimmering with hope. It seems like you’re taking him up on the offer or at least considering it and he’s pleasantly surprised. “No, no, they wouldn’t.” “I don’t want to make it weird or anything…” “No, you wouldn’t. Trust me. They’re just a bunch of lame dorks, and you kind of already know Taehyung and Jimin. They’re nice guys. So if you wanna come, you should. No pressure whatsoever though.” “Sure.” The corners of your mouth lifts. “Really?” “Yeah. That’s….okay, right?” “Totally. Yep. I’ll text you where and what time.” You never knew one day you’d be going off campus to some random apartment for a night of game boards, much less with Jeon Jungkook. Part of you is skeptical about his offer, envisioning that he’s catfishing you somehow, that there isn’t actually anything happening and he’ll text you ‘sike’ after making you wait hours. But then you remind yourself that he hasn’t been exactly an asshole lately and that you’re not in the cruel world of High School anymore. Jungkook would have to be sick to prank you in this state. You can already hear the boisterous noise on the other side of the door before you even knock. But after some hesitation, the sounds taper off when you do. The door swings open and Jungkook greets you with his doe eyes and messy dark hair flopping in different directions. He’s in a black shirt and loose, gray sweatpants, casual unlike how he usually dresses for class and the kitchen. “Hey!” He reaches in to give you a quick hug. You stiffen and he lets go. “Come in!” “Finally, she’s here!” Hoseok stands from the couch with his beer and moves to the table Taehyung’s setting up. “Sorry, am I late?” “Right on time actually,” Jimin says with a gentle smile. “Beer or cooler or wine?” Yoongi suddenly asks, twisting around from the fridge. “A-Any.” It’s fast paced, but they’re welcoming. There’s not a moment for awkwardness to settle in. Yoongi comes over with a beer can, tosses it, and you catch it with both hands. “Thanks.” “We usually start with a game of good ol’ Janga.” Taehyung grins from his spot at the table. “Usually the person who goes before the loser gets to pick the next game, but since you’re our guest of honour, you can pick. There’s a whole shelf of them over there.” He gestures towards the living room and you head over to look at the boxes that are accumulating. There’s a ton of boxes stack on each other on the shelf — The Game of Life, Risk, Twister, Battleship, Monopoly, Connect Four, Snakes and Ladders, and even CandyLand. “What’s this?” you ask, pointing at the bottom shelf with a huge bin. There seems to be small bags inside, place mats, and books too. “It’s stuff for D&D,” Jungkook clarifies with a sigh, popping a can of beer open to drink. “Dungeons and Dragons.” “Taehyung’s been wanting to get us to play,” Jimin tells with a smile. “I’m a great DM,” Taehyung chirps, “It would be so much fun, but we don’t really have time for a whole campaign. Otherwise I’d pull together official content and stuff from Unearthed Arcana and run a module from Wizards of the Coast—” “Alright, nerd.” Yoongi sighs after a swig. “I’m not trying to re-virgin myself and remain abstinent for the rest of my life, alright? You can do that by yourself.” “Don’t hate on my game, bitch,” Taehyung spits as Jimin and Jungkook laugh. A smile comes to your face and it isn’t one you have to muster for once. “Wait till the day you come to me and ask me advice on what kind of spells a halfling bard should have at level six.” “Over my dead body.” “Okay, can we not argue for once? We have a guest.” Hoseok intercepts with his hands out, literally standing between them. “Let’s try to not scare her off?” You go back to looking, but you can’t seem to decide what game to play. “There’s a lot.” “It’s not ours,” Yoongi pipes up again, wearing a friendly smile that is more like a smirk. “This is Hoseok and I’s place. Taehyung just always finds a way to put his shit here too.” “Hey! That’s cause no one else has a big table like this at their dorm, plus my place is too messy to store my precious games there. They’re expensive, you know.” “All I know is that somehow I always come home to furniture and clothes on my bed that I swear I didn’t purchase….” “Alright, alright.” Hoseok intervenes for the second time, having enough of this nonsense. “Is the game done being set up or what? Y/N come sit, you can choose the game later.” You gather around the table with Jungkook beside you. He leans in while the others are figuring out who gets to start and what direction to go in. “Sorry about that.” “No, it’s okay,” you say and mean it too. “Your friends are a lot of fun.” Yet the moment the game begins, there’s a shift in the atmosphere. It goes quieter, less fooling around as it intensely dials down. There are half-lidded stares across the table, snarky remarks exchanged. They’re a competitive group and you feel a lot of pressure to perform well. Jimin seems to go for the easy blocks. Hoseok tries to make it more difficult for the next person. Yoongi is the designated asshole, going for the second top layer while Taehyung argues that it isn’t even allowed. On the other hand, Jungkook somehow flicks the Jenga block with his middle finger and thumb. He’s cocky about his technique, leaning back as his arm drapes over the back of your chair. He runs his tongue on the inside of his cheek with his brow lifted. You remember why you fucking hated him now. He’s so unbearable sometimes. “What?” He looks at you when he finds you staring. You frown at him. And for a second Jungkook gets a glimpse of the bitch he remembers — the one he misses. “Why do you have to be so extra about it? Who are you trying to impress?” “Right?!” Taehyung stands up and the entire stack of blocks nearly topples over. “I keep trying to tell him that! It’s so goddamn annoying! You won’t even believe it!” “Watch it,” Hoseok shouts, “You’re going to make it tip over.” That’s when you become fired up. You’ve never felt this kind of motivation surging between your veins before. But it’s not a thirst to win — it’s a ravenous hunger to beat Jeon Jungkook. And you do. After playing to Hoseok’s tactic and being an asshole, you risk it all to remove an important block and it collapses on Jungkook right as he tries to remove another. Then there are screams — hoots, hollers, like your country won the damn world cup. You stand up and everyone cheers. Hoseok chest bumps you. Taehyung lifts you up and spins you in a circle. Jimin starts to record the moment on his phone and even Yoongi pats you on the back. “God, why are you guys making such a big deal,” Jungkook moans, still seated at the table, embarrassed from all the teasing. “Maybe because you’ve never lost anything in your life!” Taehyung laughs in his face, rubbing his loss where it hurts. “Say something for the camera.” Jimin sticks his phone right between Jungkook’s eyes, and dodges with giggles when Jungkook tries to slap it away. “Hey, send me that.” Yoongi points. “I’m going to post it on facebook for my grandma to see.” “Has Jungkook really not lost any game we’ve played before?” Hoseok questions, the realization finally hitting him and the gravity of the situation sinking down onto his shoulders. “I don’t think so,” Jimin says after sincerely contemplating for a long moment. “Oh shit. You’re our lucky charm!” Hoseok slings his arm over your shoulder, giving you finger guns and winking. It’s ridiculous but you’re beginning to believe it too — especially when the game you pick is Uno and it ends up with a similar outcome. Somehow, someway, Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi finish their cards and the only people who are left are you and Jungkook. The tensions are high and you see the sweat accumulating at his hairline. It’s apparent that he’s never even been second last in a game before. You’re so close to victory, you can taste it. You’re down to a single card while he has three more. Jungkook slowly places down a wild card. “What colour do you want, Y/N?” “Hmmmm.” You rest your chin in your palm, arm propped up on the table. You glance at your card before looking straight at him, locking your gaze together. “Would you even choose the colour I pick?” “I just want to hear what you want.” “Fine. I want yellow. Please?” You bat your lashes. “Pretty please, JK?” The ass smirks. “Red.” “I knew you’d say that,” you sigh. Your fingers reach down to the pile to grab another card, but then your other hand slaps down — slamming a red four onto the pile. Your arms shoot in the air. Again, it triggers cheers. “I win!” Jungkook throws back his head and groans. He tosses his one red and one blue card left onto the table. What’s worse is the way you gather with all his friends — the five of you huddled together with arms around one another, like you’re preparing for a football game. But instead, you’re all hopping and cheering while belting out the national anthem. You’ve stolen his own friends from right under his nose. But despite how the loss is rubbed in his face, Jungkook’s happy that it seems like for a moment, you’ve returned to yourself again. Eventually, the games go so much into the night that you have to bid your goodbyes. You didn’t know Jungkook’s group of friends were so easy to get along and get comfortable with. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but the time passed so quickly and you’re sad to leave. Hoseok and Taehyung hug you until Yoongi has to help you pry them off. “I’ll miss you so much,” Taehyung fake cries. “You and the way you absolutely demolish Jungkook.” “Oh please.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I’ll come back...if you’ll have me again.” “Are you kidding? Of course!” “You have to come back,” Jimin insists with a sheepish smile like it should be obvious. “You’re good at Monopoly, right?” You shrug. “I’ve been told I’m decent.” “You better be.” Yoongi grins. “I’ll expect you to win against Kook.” “I’ll try my best.” “Let me walk you back,” Jungkook says as you grab your coat. You look at him and he elaborates, “It’s a long way back to the dorm and I’m tired too. Gonna call it an early night.” “Oh, okay.” The two of you get ready to leave, and at the doorway, you turn around one last time. “Thanks for having me.” “No problem.” Hoseok smiles. “Come back soon.” You think this is the longest time you’ve been without crying for the past month. It went by too quickly — you wish you could do it all over again. But you consider how lucky Jungkook is. He has great friends and surrounds himself with great people. You’re jealous. The night is silent except for the sound of your shoes against the cement of the sidewalk. You’re illuminated by the lamp posts above you and you watch your shadows alongside Jungkook’s. The air is cold enough that you can see your breath as you exhale. Jungkook’s own hands are dug into his pockets, but the chill makes you feel alive. “Sorry about them. I know they can get a bit much.” “It’s okay. They’re really nice actually.” “Yeah, they are.” “I had a lot of fun.” You steal a glance at him. Jungkook’s doe eyes widen, the corners of his mouth quirking. “Really? I’m glad.” “It was a lot of fun destroying you.” “Wow.” He laughs. “Okay.” It makes you giggle too. You know what he’s been doing. From him listening to everything you have to say and doing more than necessary during the midterms. From that time he called you over in the dining hall to sit with him to tonight, bringing you over to play games with his friends…. “Thanks, Jungkook.” “Hm?” “Thanks,” you repeat, looking at him, and he meets your eye. “For helping me. I don’t think I’ve said it yet. But I really appreciate it.” “Yeah, it’s not a big deal, really.” “It’s a big deal to me.” Your gaze softens. At the moment you had no one, he was there. You didn’t know you would find such an unlikely friendship during such a hard time, but you don’t mind at all. Jeon Jungkook is your friend.

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Kinktober day 2 - lingerie

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Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Summary - You buy some pretty lingerie to please your overworked husband and hope it doesn’t end up ruined by his hands.

Warnings - 18+ smut (m/f), dom Andy, name calling, cum play, slight spanking.

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 1552

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You rubbed the mesh material of your babydoll between your fingers - coarse and rough. The baby pink nightie was made of net with a matching thong that was very uncomfortably riding up your butt. Your nipples and torso were completely visible, really what was the point of making such a thing? You looked at your reflection in the mirror…

Oh yeah. It’s supposed to be sexy and enticing. Which to be fair - it worked. You got worked up just looking at yourself.

‘Damn I’d fuck me’ you muttered to yourself.

What you weren’t sure of was if your husband would like it. Andy seemed to hate any sort of clothing on you with a burning passion.

Even going as far as establishing naked Wednesdays. Which was exactly what it sounded like - Wednesdays you spent completely naked, except for the apron which you wore while working in the kitchen and he was clothed in his usual loungewear.

On your wedding night you had worn a beautiful and classy white satin nightie with lace trimmings. The bastard ripped it off in just a few seconds. Hundreds of dollars done the drain. You knew he was just showing off. Having recently been promoted to the position of the DA he got a massive pay bump. Giving you the liberty to buy whatever you want.

You sprinted off to the living room as soon as you heard his typical ‘Honey, I’m home’ greeting.

“How was your day, daddy?” you asked as you sneaked up behind him.

“So long and tiring, princess. I couldn’t wait to see you.” He groaned as he took off his tie and jacket, putting them on the armrest of his couch, he plumped down in on the it.

He finally looked in your direction - it had been such a long day, but he knew he’d feel better as soon as he got a look at you.

His jaw dropped as he took you in, clad in a flimsy piece of lingerie that literally left nothing to his imagination, your hands behind your back as you swayed side to side.

“Do you like it?” you asked suddenly feeling shy. Even though there was no need to be. This was your husband. He’d seen you in much more compromising situations. But there was still that little doubt that he’d reject you, that he wouldn’t appreciate your efforts.

He licked his lips at the sight of your hard nipples poking through the fabric, “Do a twirl for me, princess.” he instructed.

Like the good girl that you were - you followed. Turning around and lifting the helm a bit to wiggle your ass. “Will you spank it today, daddy?” you cooed as you looked back at him.

“Of course, honey. But first you gotta suck daddy’s cock.” he said unlooping his belt and pushing his pants and briefs down to pull his hard cock free of them.

You swiftly walked over to him and knelt before him, waiting for further instructions.

“What’s all this about, doll? Hm?” he asked as he smeared his leaking tip around your lips.

“I just wanted to please you, daddy. You’ve been working so hard.” You swallowed your saliva - already drooling, you needed to have him fuck your throat so bad. You whined as he started to pump his cock with his hand, spilling more of his creamy juices on your mouth.

“That’s not how it works, princess. I take care of you.” he grunted as he jerked himself harder with his hand, he knew just how desperate and crazy it would make you.

“No,” you shook your head as tears spilled from your eyes “Please let me suck it. I’ll be good.” you promised eagerly.

He stopped his moments, his heart swelled as you cried, he wiped your tears off with his thumb “You promise you’ll be good?” he smiled as you nodded. “You’re always good baby,” he praised as he pushed your eager mouth down his length, groaning and slightly wiggling his hips as he bottomed out, your nose touching his pelvis as you gagged around him.

“Just relax, princess,” he reminded you as he traced a thumb over your throat, groaning as he felt his cock lodged deep in it. Bunching your hair up in his palm, so he could properly see all of your face, he pulled out till only his tip was in your mouth “Such a good girl. You love sucking daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

“Yesh” you answered, your voice muffled with your mouth full of cock, as he roughly fucked into your face. You tried your best to keep from choking every time he hit the back of your throat.

“You’re such a cock hungry whore. Aren’t you, baby?” he grunted as he felt his climax approaching, the gags and squelching noises you made only fuelled his it.

“Such a pretty slut.” his hips stuttered as he emptied himself in your mouth, holding your head down on his shaft he painted the back of your head with his cum. “Swallow it all, sweetheart. Be a good slut.” he rasped as he stayed inside you for a minute to keep himself hard. He wasn’t done with you yet.

He pulled you off of his cock as you coughed, a string of your spit and his cum connecting to his tip from your lips.

“What do you say, slut?” he pushed all of his spilled cum back inside your mouth.

“Thank you for your cum,” you swallowed “daddy.” Your voice hoarse because of your abused throat,

“You’re welcome, princess. Are you tired?” You shook your head no as he sat back against the cushions. “Come get on daddy’s cock and ride him. Then I’ll give you one more treat to swallow.”

You stood op on shaky legs and straddled his lap, shifting your panties to the side you held onto the base of his shaft before sinking down on him. “Oh,” you moaned as you closed your eyes shut. Too intimidated by Andy’s intense gaze. “It feels so good,” you settled your head in the crook of his neck, nuzzling his bread as you panted.

“Come on, princess. You’re doing the work today remember? Now let me look at you properly.” he pushed you back so he could ogle your breasts.

You curled your hands around his neck for support as you sat back, bouncing up and down on his throbbing hard cock. “Andy, no,” you whined, you knew the predatory look he gave you all too well “please don’t. I really like this one.” It was probably of no use. He was going to ruin yet another piece of cute lingerie.

“What did you call me?” he chastised you, delivering a harsh smack to your ass.

“Daddy,” you quickly corrected yourself.

“I’ll do whatever I want with you. You’re my perfect little fuck doll.” he groaned as he grabbed the curve of your hips, rolling his own to feel more of your tight wet cunt “Isn’t that right?”

You nodded as you quickened your pace, almost on the edge of your own orgasm.

“I do like this one though. I’ll let you have it, princess.” He gushed as he sucked your hard nipple through the mesh, pulling and pinching at the other.

“That’s it sweetheart. Just let it go.” He encouraged you as he felt you clenching around him.

“Oh...oh, daddy,” you crashed onto him as you felt your whole body pulsate, heaving on top of his chest.

“Come on, sweetheart. Daddy promised you one more treat.” he said as he kissed your hair.

You sobbed as you pulled him out of your drenched cunt. Digging your nails into his shoulders as he traced your pussy with his fingers before pushing them in your hole.

“You’re so wet sweetheart. You made a mess of my dress pants.” he tutted as he looked at the stains on his pants.

“I’m so sorry, daddy,” your breath hitched as he teased your swollen lips.

“Get on your knees.” he ordered as he pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth to suck them clean.

You resumed your previous position as he pumped his cock in front of you. Spurts of his cum landing on your face, chest and nightie.

He jerked his softening cock till he was sure he had nothing left. He heaved as he admired his work. Your face drenched in his cum, staring up at him with sweet doe eyes.

“Clean me up now.” you nodded as you lapped at his cock with kitten licks, taking a hanky out of his pocket to clean him up and tuck him back in his pants.

“You did good, baby.” he threw his head back, feeling completely spent and satiated.

“I made dinner too, daddy, your favorite meatloaf.” you said, laying your head on his thigh, tracing his cum which was on your skin with your fingers.

“Go set the table. And don’t change. I’ve got more plans for this little number.” he said as he pushed a flimsy strap down your shoulder to reveal the swell of your breast.

You giggled as you got up, “Okay, daddy,” giving his lips a peck you skipped on over to the kitchen. Wiping down your face and then setting the table for dinner.

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seokjinsdisciple · 4 years

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It’s a Deal- five

supernatural! johnny x reader x jaehyun, mate!au

Word Count: 1.2k

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The next day you saw both Jaehyun and Johnny. And as much as it annoyed you, you had to give them some credit. Neither one had come up to you, allowing you to go about your business for the day while watching you like a hawk. You did have to say, you felt kind of relieved. All of the talk about attacks and protecting had you a little nervous about your well-being. As much as you hated to admit it, having two powerful fae nearby helped put your mind at ease. No matter how annoying they were.

It was after your last class of the day that you couldn’t see either brother lurking around you. So, you headed to the library alone. It was supposed to be just a regular trip, you needed a book for one of your class projects, and typically it wouldn’t take you very long to find the book you were looking for. You used to work in the university library, so you knew your way around the stacks. Plus you had spent so many hours your freshman year finding the supernatural research books in your library. It’s not like they were very popular with other students.

Today, however you were struggling. Like massively struggling. You had been searching the stacks up and down, again and again, still with no luck. You checked in your normal places, you checked the rare books collection, you checked online to see if it had been checked out, but no. You couldn’t find it. The book you needed for your project being much more elusive than you expected. Your fourth time down a row you thought it could be in had you running into a tall, handsome man.

You could only take in parts of his appearance as you lost your balance. He was tall, and had a long face. His cheekbones were ridiculously high, and when his mouth turned into a slight frown you wanted to cry. Someone as beautiful as that shouldn’t ever be frowning, especially if it was because of you.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered out, dropping the book he was holding to try and catch you.

“Oh please, I was totally not paying attention,” you added, nervously smiling as you reached down to grab the fallen book. Of course it was the exact book you were looking for.

You took one look at the lanyard around his neck and prayed to whatever gods existed that he was just filing this book back.

“I was actually looking for that!” You giggled, handing him the book.

“Well I was just putting it back, did you need to check it out?” He smiled back, his face resembling that of an extremely attractive bunny. You thought you imagined the blush rise on his cheeks, because you had definitely not said that aloud.

“Yeah, if you don’t mind?” you asked, breaking his gaze. You hadn’t realized how close you were to him until he told you to follow him.

“My name is Dong-young,” he smiled at you as he made his way behind the counter, “I’m happy I helped you find your missing book!”

“Ah, yeah thanks for that by the way! I was starting to lose my mind.”

He just chuckled at that, scanning the book, “And who am I checking this out to?”

“YN, YN LN,” you smiled, not noticing the sparkle in his eye.

“What a beautiful name,” he added, sliding the book over to you, “But I guess that’s only fitting for such a beautiful girl.”

“Uh-t-thank you,” you mumbled out, embarrassment spreading throughout your body. You hadn’t expected that compliment, plus you had already been flustered by his good looks.

“I hope to see you around, YN,” Dong-young smiled. Giving a short wave as you stumbled out of the library and into the quad.

You grinned all the way back to your apartment, closing your eyes and leaning your head against the door behind you.

“What’s got you all happy?” Jaehyun spoke, the shocking revelation that you were not alone in your apartment causing your eyelids to shoot open.

You let out a frustrated scream as you made eye contact with the two fae boys sitting on your couch.

“What are you DOING here?” You half shouted, tossing your bag to the ground and shuffling closer to them.

“We’re making sure you don't get into any trouble, plus we wanted to apologize,” Johnny smiled, sending a glare towards his brother.

“Yes we are very sorry, and we would like to cook you dinner.”

“Oh no no no, I’m not falling for that shit again. I will be cooking my own dinner, thanks so much for asking.”

“See! I told you she wasn’t going to trust that,” Johnny smirked at his brother.

“But I bought all the ingredients!” Jaehyun pouted at you, sidling up behind you and resting his head on your shoulder, “I even used real people money.”

“Off.”

At this he whimpered, that pitiful sound enough to make you almost change your mind.

“You never answered my question,” Johnny reminded you, pulling out a saucepan from your cabinets and starting with dinner. (You didn’t even want to know how he knew where your pots and pans were.)

“I didn’t realize it was any of your business,” you retorted back, working around him to start cutting the veggies Jaehyun had gotten, “and paws off. I’m cooking.”

“If we do it together, no one is indebted to anyone and we all get to eat.”

“Fine. But you two leave as soon as dinner is done.”

They didn’t. In fact, you fell asleep that night watching old school horror movies with your head in Johnny’s lap and Jaehyun holding your hand. You hated to admit that spending time with them was actually...nice. Johnny being much funnier without the stress of school projects, and well Jaehyun being actually sweet.

You drifted in a place between being asleep and being awake. The hushed whispers of the brothers holding your attention.

“When are you going to tell her?” Jaehyun whispered, his thumb caressing your hand, which was still interlocked with his.

“Well you kind of ruined that with you announcement of marriage, now didn’t you?”

“Oh brother,” Jaehyun let out a quiet chuckle, “You’re not going to put up a fight? But that’s no fun.”

“Oh, damn right I’ll be putting up a fight. I just need to deal with Doyoung first, and, in case you’d forgotten, brother, so do you.”

“Please, just once don’t remind me of my duties. You spent three years avoiding yours and playing human. Let me live a little.”

“I wasn’t playing human, and you know it. Let’s just drop this, it’s too dangerous to talk about it here.”

“Oh? You think your little one here would betray you?” Jaehyun asked, his tone playful, but also threatening.

“No, I think any information she has about this war is dangerous. And I’d very much like her to live through it, brother.”

“Oh, how I know you desire that. Let’s find out just how much you’re willing to sacrifice for her, huh?”

And with that, Johnny placed his hand on your head, his fingers gently rubbing your scalp as you lulled back to sleep.

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madmilkboi · 3 years

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can u just do like a scenario where their s/o is just getting along well with his friends and he’s just really soft 🥺 i don’t mind which boys but preferably kenma, kuroo and suna!

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━🧋⌒*. Getting along with their friends

summary: the haikyuu boys getting soft over you getting along with their friends

genre: fluff :D

warning/s: none

a/n: hi :D i dont know if this is what u wanted, please do tell me if i misunderstood your request 😗

₍ ♡ ₎ kenma, kuroo & suna

Nekoma was having a school festival and each class was required to do a certain attraction or anything that's interesting. And so your class opted for a cat themed café. Everything was cat themed including the staff. You were the class's representative so you were responsible in checking the state of the café but you gave that duty to someone else and decided on handing out flyers to other students and interested outsiders. While handing out flyers near the school's gate, Kenma along with Lev and Kuroo showed up wearing suits. Kenma had a little smirk on his face knowing he looked good. Lev on the other hand had a big smile on his face "Y/n-san!" He greeted, you gave him a small smile and waved. "Are you handing out flyers? Can i help?" He offered knowing that he doesn't have much to do since everything in his class is already taken care of. "Sure, thank you" you gave him half of the flyers and the both of you started on roaming around. Kenma on the other hand was trying to hide his big smile but Kuroo catched on and looked at him with a smirk. "What's got you that happy?" He asked "it's kind of nice seeing that Y/n's warming up with Lev, poor thing used to be scared of him" he stated. The first time you met Lev you were intimidated by the fact that he was tall and that carried on for months. But now whenever you see Lev you think of him as a big puppy knowing his attitude towards people. The festival slowly ended and the shops, attractions, cafés were now all closed, you grabbed some left over snacks from earlier and decided on giving them to the volleyball club. You knocked on the club room's door and you were welcomed with a smiley Lev. "Hi Y/n-" you gently shoved the bag of cookies on his chest. "Oh cookies" he opened it and grabbed a bite. You and Lev started on talking about the cat café but your conversation was put to a halt when you felt someone's arm sneak around your waist. "Hi" Kenma greeted. Lev gave you a thumbs up and left you and Kenma alone. "You and Lev are like bestfriends now" he said, he gave your head a light pat and smiled. "Well he's fun to be with" you reasoned. "Hmm, care to tell about the fun you guys were having?" He brushed your jaw with his finger. You beamed at him, knowing you've got lots to tell. Kenma listened to your interesting stories with a smile while his heart was bubbling in happiness.

While waiting for Kuroo to finish his club activities, you were sitting outside the gym's door. The echoing squeaks of their volleyball shoes reached you. You were listening to all of them complain about who was going to mop the floors but in the end Lev offered on doing it and some two other guys whose voices weren't recognizable. You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked behind you, the boy had black and grey hair in a spikey manner "Hi! Are you waiting for someone?" He asked, you nodded. "Oh. Who?" He asked. "I'm waiting for Tetsurou" you told him, he nodded his head and suddenly realization came to him. "Oh! Kuroo's your boyfriend?!" You nodded with a small smile, this man's energy really is like a virus you thought "Excuse us" a boy with dark hair and a stoic face came taking the man away. " 'kaashi i wanted to talk more to them!" He whined. "You can later, now help me mop the floor" he gave him a mop and the both of them proceeded on doing their tasks. Little did you know, Kuroo was watching everything and seeing you interact with his friend made him smile, you looked cute being shy and answering with small nods. He walked to you and tapped your shoulder. You turned around again, you were expecting to see the energetic boy but you ended up meeting eyes with your boyfriend. He bent down and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Look at you, talking to the social butterfly" he grinned "and you looked cute too" he placed another kiss on the tip of your nose. "Oi!Kuroo! come and help!" Yaku called him. He glared and smiled at you. "Wait a little more, pretty cutie" he winked at you went back to whatever he was doing, making you a flustered mess.

While Suna was doing blocking practice, he can't help but stop and stare at you for a few times seeing that you were getting along with his friends. The smile that you had on your face radiated nothing but sunshine and happiness that even Kita and Osamu who seldom smiled showed wide grins. He feels happy seeing you getting along with them, you used to be intimidated by them, seeing their stoic faces but now look at you, laughing and talking to them as if they were also your friends. After a few minutes of practice the coach finally told him to go for a water break. And so he walked up to you, sweat dripping from his forehead to his chin. "Here" you handed him his water bottle and towelette. Kita and Osamu walked away giving you and Suna some alone time. "Look at you, getting along with Kita-san and Osamu" he pinched your cheek as if he was one of those annoying aunties. "Well they are fun to talk with" you admitted, he lets out a small chuckle and pulled you closer to his chest. "Seeing you like that gives me nothing but happiness" he muttered, placing a soft kiss on your head. You and him stayed like that for a bit until the coach called him back to practice. He gave your head a small pat and walked back to the court leaving you and your heart in bliss.

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tessiete · 3 years

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Yeah, yeah, yeah another prompt fill that came from DMs. And also was my fault. @treescape asked for prompts and I um, offered this, and immediately took it back, and didn’t even do a very good jobby on it so. *shrug*

Anyway! A vague continuation of The Punishment of Silence, post Order 66

THE HOPE OF ORPHANS, AND UNFATHERED FRUIT

He wakes to silence. There is nothing except the sound of his own breath being scraped from his lungs like wax under fingernails, the beating of his heart against his ribs, and the creak of his bones. There is nothing else. Even his cry of terror has died upon his lips, unfledged and unrealised in this void. He is all alone.

“We’ll be coming out of hyperspace soon.”

He hardly recognises the voice, hardly hears the words as he reaches for the only source of warmth and light in space. Beside him, tucked securely between his chest and the wall, is a heavy bundle of coarse wool, and worn linen. Within it, the weakly struggling flesh of new life.

“Hush, Luke,” he whispers, and even his voice is absent.

But Luke...Luke is here. With him. Luke is golden. Luke is the sun, and he shines so brightly that for a moment, the absence of stars is obscured by the break of dawn, and he turns his face to meet it. Luke cries, his voice wet with the sorrow of Obi-Wan’s soul, and he weeps where Obi-Wan cannot.

“Master Kenobi?” The voice calls again. It is young, too, and threaded with uncertainty as it seeks a mooring in this black new world. “Master Kenobi, I need your help.”

He must answer it.

But he is wrung dry, having wasted it all in the desert of affection.

“They’re asking for a landing code,” the boy says. “They want to search the ship.”

“Let them,” he replies. “We’ve nothing for them to find.”

He adjusts the swaddling around the babe, pulling the folds up higher until the little face is barely visible, and drawing up his hood until his own face is shadowed and obscured.

The pilot fumbles for the comm, but hesitates before he makes the call.

“Master, we haven’t got the clearance,” he says. “I tried Republic codes but they’re all invalid, and I daren’t use a - a Jedi -”

“No.”

“Master, they’re waiting.”

Outside the viewport, Tatooine looms larger, and larger, round and golden, like the husk of a burnt out star. Just endless swathes of sand and stone. A barren rock. The twin suns watch, and Obi-Wan feels his hackles rise, as though he were prey under the baleful gaze of a predator in the night.

“Tell them whatever you must,” he sighs. His shoulders slump, and his eyes close. He is weary.

He cannot see the way his pilot stares at him, hopeful, and waiting. He doesn’t want to. The weight of his need is punishment enough. Luke is light in his arms, and he rocks him gently.

“This is the pilot of The Slip, Corellian class YT-1300 AUX requesting permission to land.”

“Airbase to Slip , have you got those docking permits yet?”

A single, shimmering breath, and the pilot answers, “No. But we - I can pay you.”

Obi-Wan does not object.

“What sort of payment we talking?”

“What do you care, so long as you get your money?”

“I don’t know,” replies the man. “You bargain like a pirate, but you sound like a kid. I ain’t convinced you got anything I want.”

He can feel his eyes upon him, but he cannot tear his own away from the babe. He is preoccupied with this one last precious thing. The pilot grits his teeth, and replies with all the arrogance of his past life. “Well, how about this - if you don’t like it, you can shoot me when I get there?”

There is silence on the other end, then the comm crackles back to life. The deck officer’s voice rasps with laughter. “Alright, kid,” he says. “You got a deal. Hope you ain’t got family to miss you. We’ll see you at Dock 3, on the south side.”

“Dock 3,” says pilot. “Copy that.”

“And kid? Don’t try anything stupid.”

He takes the ship in with a steady hand, but as they get closer and closer Korkie feels his breath quicken in anticipation. They haven’t got anything to pay with. They have no credits, no valuables, nothing personal which might tie them back to the Core, or worse, to the Temple. He doesn’t worry so much for himself, having no particular training in the Force, nor any distinctly Jedi affectations. His borrowed robes he discarded on Polis Massa, but his father…

Obi-Wan is unmistakably a Jedi in his sand coloured tunics, and thick, wool cloak meant for all terrains but a blazing desert. However, there is one appurtenance which may work in their favour -

Everyone knows that Jedi have no children, and he will not relinquish Luke.

“Slip to base: Docking clamps locked, and pressure restored to atmo baseline. Please advise.”

There is sweat beading upon his upper lip. Obi-Wan rocks Luke as he fusses, awakened by the sounds of noise outside. People are waiting for them.

“This is Squaddy Redsun. Lower your ramp, and prepare for immediate boarding.”

He looks to the Jedi, and gathers himself. There is nothing on the ship, and so there is nothing to pack or take as they leave, but still, he casts one last look at the cockpit. Then, he ushers his father forward, through the main hold, and to the head of the ramp. He presses the pair to the side, leaving them just out of plain sight, and so wrapped up in the folds of Obi-Wan’s cloak and each other as to be indistinguishable from shadow. He steps back. He strikes the button to lower the ramp with an open palm. Sunlight floods the hold, and he is left blinking and blind as a rough voice calls to him.

“You the captain, then, kid?”

“Yes, sir,” he replies, a hand up to shield his eyes from the glare. He can see a man clad in worn leathers, and decorated in the gleaming white bone of some fearsome beast. Beside him, two others with wrist guards, and pikes. He makes no attempt to resist as the guards approach, and does not fight as he is grabbed by the elbow and shoved down the ramp by the first.

But the second has discovered Obi-Wan, and grabs at him with the same barbarity. The Jedi flinches away, and curls around himself. One pale hand reaches back, and Korkie can feel the air turn electric.

“No!” he cries, startling both the guard and Obi-Wan, the warning clear in the fraught timbre of his voice. “He has a child,” he says. “He’s harmless. But there’s a child. Please. I am the pilot. This is my ship.”

“And who is he then?” Redsun demands.

“No one,” says Korkie. “A refugee of - of Mandalore.”

“He don’t look like no hunter.”

Korkie shrugs, watching closely as Obi-Wan descends untouched, the guard at his elbow. “I don’t know that he has enough left to look like anything.”

“Ha,” chortles Redsun. His men laugh, too. “Then I suppose it’s you what has my payment. Docking codes don’t come cheap.”

“No, sir,” says Korkie. “I - I haven’t any credits.”

“That Republican dross is no good out here, any way,” Redsun spits. “Now, where’s my pay?”

The guards edge closer, and Luke chokes on a feeble cry.

“Hush, dear heart,” murmurs Obi-Wan. “Hush, sweet thing. And sleep.”

“The ship!” says Korkie. “You can take the ship. It’s in fine working order, and the hyperdrive is good for your smaller jumps. I -”

His neck snaps, his teeth snap together, and he can taste blood as a fist connects with his cheek. It leaves him staggering, and spitting into the sand. Luke begins to wail. The sound rings out around him, but he struggles to place its source. Nearby, he knows. They must still be beside him. He reaches out and catches the edge of heavy wool in his grip.

“None of that banthashit, boy!” shouts Redsun, and he is near as well. He can smell the man as he comes closer, still. “That ship ain’t worth half the trouble you’ve caused. What else you got?”

“Nothing,” he pleads, struggling upright again. The guard at his side restrains him. “Nothing. But take the ship, and I can - I can work for you. You can garnish my wages -”

“Garnish your wages? What kind of -” A blaster primes. He hears the pitch rise with the charge until it disappears. “Now, we had a deal,” says Redsun. “You pay me now, or I take it out of your hide. Right? You pay me, or I shoot you.”

“Yes, sir,” whispers Korkie.

The barrel presses against his forehead.

“So you decide,” says Redsun. “Give me my money, or I kill you where you stand. You, and that screeching brat.”

Korkie tries to swallow, but all his tastes is the sour, metal tang of blood. It roils in his stomach. He feels faint. Luke screams, and screams but Obi-Wan only tries harder to sooth him, singing some sad lullaby. A Mandalorian lullaby.

Korkie recognises it. His...his mother used to sing it to him. He clenches his hand into a fist, tracing his thumb over the ring he wears, as a reminder. And he remembers -

“My ring,” he says, slipping the jewelry from his hand. It is a simple band, but thick and completely unblemished by age or use. “I can give you this,” he insists, holding it so that the suns set it ablaze, glittering like fire in his hand.

“And what’s that?”

“Pure beskar,” he says.

Redsun lowers the blaster. Korkie can see his interest pique, and greed replace fury in his cold, black eyes.

“Beskar,” he says. “And how’d you be coming by that?”

He nods at one of the guards, who swaps his pike for a techscanner. The ring is plucked from Korkie’s fingers, and the green light of the machine washes over it.

“Like I said,” says Korkie. “Mandalorian refugees.

The guard looks up. “It’s as he says, Squaddy. Beskar.”

Redsun regards him for a moment. He shifts his jaw, and rolls his tongue over his teeth. Korkie holds his gaze, even as blood drips from his chin. At last, Redsun gives the sign, and his man lets Korkie go.

“I’ll be taking the ring,” he declares. “And your kriffing ship, for all the good I’ll make of it. And you get off with a warning.”

“Yes, sir,” says Korkie. “Thank you, sir.”

Korkie gathers Master Kenobi in his arms, and pushes him towards the exit. Through the wide, rusted blast doors, he can see where the dockyards end, and the streets beyond begin. Their escape is at hand, but Obi-Wan is slow to move, fearful of jostling Luke who has settled tentatively once more. The guards make no move to assist, but Korkie is determined. He keeps between Redsun and the Jedi, he keeps him moving forward, and they are hardly ten steps from freedom when blaster fire rings out across the docking bay.

There is a blaze of fire along his side, and Korkie falls in a heap of fine, yellow dust. Breathing hard, he presses a hand to the source of heat, and cries out as agony is awakened by his touch. His fingers come away bloody, but he sits up, then stands, then stumbles on towards the exit, leaning on Obi-Wan, urging him to go, to move, to keep pushing forward. Step by step. He can hear the guards and Redsun laughing behind them.

“Don’t you try playing games like that round these parts, son,” shouts the man. “Not everyone’s as kind as Squaddy Redsun.”

The crowds are easy enough to get lost in, and soon Squaddy Redsun and the Mos Eisley docks are far behind them, but Korkie feels their ruin is closer than ever. His side aches, and bleeds sluggishly where the bolt hadn’t instantly cauterised the wound. He is hot. He is thirsty. But worst of all, he cannot speak or read a single word of Huttese.

“Please,” he asks of a woman hustling by with an armful of black fruits. “Please, can you tell me where to find shelter? An inn?”

She cuts him a glare, and hurries on.

“Sir, if you could - I need to find a place to stay.”

The man flicks his lekku, and shakes Korkie off.

He cannot tell if they’ve tried this street already, or not, all the architecture looks so similar to his unfamiliar eyes, and all the people are one massive murmuration of a society he is not part of. Then suddenly, a child stands before him. A little boy, with hair the colour of the sandstone walls of the city, and eyes like the sky reaches out a grubby hand.

“We need food,” says Korkie. “And a place to sleep. Please.”

The child nods, and Korkie takes his hand, fisting his other in the folds of Obi-Wan’s robe to be sure he doesn’t lose him in the crowds. They follow the child through innumerable streets, and darkened alleys before they are abandoned in front of a low building on the outskirts of town.

“Can we stay here?” Korkie asks. The child nods. The door slides open at his touch, and he is swallowed up in warm yellow light while Korkie hesitates on the threshold.

But it is getting dark, and he can think of no other alternatives. So he knocks.

“We’re all full up.” He hears the voice first, but it is soon matched by the scowling countenance of a woman worn old by the suns. The little boy clings to her skirts, now shy and retiring after his brazen rescue. She looks at Korkie and his charges from the doorway, and nearly turns away.

“Wait, wait, gedet'ye, jatne vod, vi linibar taap at nuhoy.” He’s slipping, and he only notices when her brow crinkles in confusion. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m just - please, we need a place to stay. Just for the night.”

“We don’t have any more rooms,” she says.

“We have a baby.”

He clutches at Obi-Wan’s arm, until he steps forward, and the light falls across Luke’s sleeping face. The woman sighs.

“It’s five wuipui,” she says.

“I haven’t any money,” he says.

“Then I haven’t any beds,” she replies. He catches the door before it can slide shut.

“Please,” he says. “Please.”

And at that moment, Luke wakes and begins to weep. The woman stills, and Korkie thanks the stars for timing.

“One bed,” she says. “I won’t have a babe die on my doorstep. Bad business. Bad bly is what it is. But I can only afford to take the one of you with it.”

“Him,” says Korkie, shoving Obi-Wan forward. “He’s his father.”

“And where’s the mother?”

“Dead,” says Korkie. “It’s only - they only have each other.”

The woman nods, and reaches out to pull Obi-Wan into the shelter of her home. The wool slips from his fingers, leaving them clammy and sticky in the rapidly cooling night air.

“Thank you,” he says, and they disappear behind the door.

At once, the strange euphoria of a desperate flight deserts him, and he collapses in the sand against the wall. His side aches, though the bleeding has mostly stopped. He supposes that is the result of dehydration as much as anything. His lips are cracked. His tongue feels thick. His own blood sits uneasily in his stomach. The streets empty, the second sun slips below the horizon as he watches, and soon he begins to shiver. It’s difficult to stay awake, but after so many hours of preternatural vigilance it feels impossible that he should sleep. There is always some danger, now. They will always be hunted. He blinks, and sees three moons. Perhaps he is concussed, but then Coruscant had four moons, and Mandalore had two, so that is no measure of his injury.

He’d travelled once to Concordia, when he was a child. It was a beautiful place, and it felt, at the time, as though he’d been transported to some ancient world. There were trees. And grassland. There was water you could swim in, and could drink, and it ran freely over rock, and silt in unpredictable patterns, like the veins on the back of his hand. Though he’d been born in Sundari, there was something about Concordia that felt viscerally his. He recognized himself in the wildness of it all, as though it were a sort of mirror, as though if one were to pull up all the grasses and the plants they might pull up all his roots as well. The moons of Tatooine are white. They shine like stars, but there is no warmth to them. He doesn’t think he’ll ever see Concordia again.

Warm light illuminates the dark, turning the sand golden again.

“Alright, none of that. Can’t have Core soft boys dying on my stoop, either.”

“‘M not from the Core,” Korkie mumbles.

“That posh accent of your father’s could’ve fooled me,” she says. He feels her prop him up against the wall, and wonders when he’d laid down. She taps his face with her hand on the cheek that isn’t hurt. Water touches his lips, and he opens his eyes. “Drink up,” she says. “Heat’ll kill you faster than a blastoh will out here, lapti wermo.”

He drinks as quickly as she lets him, and until the vessel is empty. The clay cup is cool against his skin, and he presses his swollen eye against it, grateful for the relief.

“Now,” she says, taking it from his hand, and standing it upright in the sand. “Let’s see about that blaster wound.”

“It’s not bad,” he insists. She ignores him, and tugs his jacket down one shoulder, and slides his arm free. He hisses in pain, and she cuts him a look that says she has absolutely no confidence in his ability to self-diagnose.

Blood stains his close-fitting sark, and she draws back.

“I’m going to get some vibroshears,” she says. “I’ll need to cut this off.”

“No,” he protests. “Just lift it. I haven’t got anything else.”

“You haven’t got this , you stupa,” she grumbles. Korkie makes no reply, but leans forward and begins to tug at the hem of his shirt. In response, she leans forward to help him, and launches into a vehement stream of Huttese that makes no sense to Korkie. He comprehends the spirit of the words just the same. “Bolla rass tata, u beggybeggy brite lapti wermo.”

“On my world, we’d say ‘slanar nek gar shabuir’,” he says, grimacing as the shirt comes off. “Or something like.”

“Shabuir?” she says, letting the word bubble on her lips. “I like that one. I’ll keep it.”

“It’s yours.”

The fabric lifts away, heavy with dirt and grime. She is careful not to tear it further as she lays it flat to dry in the sand, and Korkie does appreciate that. Such a small measure of care, and yet already so coveted in this drought.

“I’ve a poultice,” she offers, withdrawing from the darkness a little bowl of sludge. “It isn’t bacta, but it’s better than nowt.”

Her fingers are cold against his side, or the wound is hot, but either way, he finds her ministrations soothing, and it’s not long before he finds his eyes slipping closed again. He fights it, and thinks he wins, but when wakes to her carefully tucking the ends of his bandages, the moons are much higher than they were before.

“There now,” she says, brushing back his hair, and giving his cheek a kind caress. “Let’s get you inside. Give you some food. Put you to bed.”

“I thought you said you had none,” he mumbles.

She smiles, and throws his arm across her shoulders. “That was before I saw how pretty you were. Now, come on.”

He grins, though it hurts, and rises to his feet when she pulls him. He staggers to the door, his feet made clumsier with exhaustion more than injury this time, and doesn’t fight when she leads him to a room, and drops him on a bed, and urges him to rest his head upon a thin pillow of sand and dry grass. The light goes out, and the door slides shut behind her. In the dark, he cannot tell if his eyes are closed, or not. But he is not alone. There is a voice.

Someone is singing a lullaby nearby. A Mandalorian lullaby. It is an old call and response. He used to sing the answers with his mother when he was very young. He hasn’t heard it in years. But when the singer gets to the end of the verse, he joins in.

“A ner kar'ta cuyir gotal ciryc, bal ni kar'tayl gar darasuum nayc or'atu...O meg, o meg, kelir ni vaabir?”

The voice answers back on a sigh, though the words are different than they ever were before.

“O, ner Kiorkicek,” it sings. “Ni kelir ratiin yaimpar bal cuyir saanyc be gar.”

A baby sniffles in the dark. There is another bed. And he recognises the voice.

“Buir Kenobi,” he says, his voice hardly more than a thought. “Cuyir gar pirusti? Cuyir gar morut'yc.”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan replies. “We are well. You have saved us. Now, sleep. We shall all begin again in the morning.”

There is a warm hand upon his brow, and the irresistible temptation of sleep, and Korkie drops off into dreams.

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