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mimasroom2 · 7 months ago

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Rouge est perdue (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Roommate!Ellie who is a perv😝

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I remember somebody writing something like this but I’ve no idea who ˙◠˙. This is literally a complete 180 from my previous fic LMAO😭 it’s been over a year since I’ve written just pure smut,, idk if this is good or not but whatever.

C/w: FILTHY smut. Porn w a bit of plot. No use of Y/N. Fingering (both receiving). Pillow humping. dom!reader & sub!ellie. Kinda loser!ellie? Ellie is a perv but still needs consent >•<. Squirting😇.

W/c: 2.7k

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“Heyyy Ellie? This is gonna sound weird,,, but like,, do you know where any of my underwear is?”

You feel so fucking weird asking your roommate this question. After all, it’s just so embarrassing, and you’ve looked EVERYWHERE. If you didn’t know where it is… she definitely didn’t. I mean, the dryer eats up your socks all the time. Probably happens to Ellie too. Surely you’re not the only one with garments missing.

Ellie shifts a little on her feet, “What do ya mean?” She looks at you with those damn puppy dog eyes she loves to use, and you swear you’re not crazy when your stomach does the flip thing.

You try not to look her in the eye, “Not really bras but more like… panties?”

“Ohhh okay. Ya I understand. Oh but no- haven’t seen any that aren’t mine.” She says nonchalantly while walking away.

You blink at her, “Oh! well thanks anyway.” You shrug your shoulders as you walk back into your room.

She had promised herself only a couple pairs. Maximum 3. She tried to be smart about it - she’d take one pair of each kind you had. That way it wouldn’t look so suspicious, instead of only your pretty Victoria’s Secret thongs going missing. One pair of briefs, one pair of bikinis,,, and of course her favorite thong of yours.

This whole… obsession… we can say, started on the second day the two moved in together. You two were sitting on the couch after you’d spent way too long lugging it inside together. You were texting your friends on your phone as she turned on the tv to some dinosaur channel. Ellie couldn’t stop sneaking glances of you - your body and what you were wearing. She flashed her eyes down and saw this absolutely gorgeous pair of red panties peek out from under your leggings. Seeing you in those almost made her drop the remote. Why would you be wearing something like that? Who were you trying to impress?

From what she could tell from rummaging through your things when you moved in yesterday, you were single. In fact, you basically had lay it all out beautifully for her. All your bras, underwear, tights and sex toys were all in the same box. She licked her lips, no girl getting some good head at the moment would need a clit sucking vibrator. It all came together when she casually mentioned her last girlfriend’s around you, and she had to turn away to smile when you mentioned you like girls too.

Now, Ellie had this habit. Whenever you’d go out with your friends or off to work, she’d waltz into her bedroom, lock the door (to be safe), and dig down deep in her underwear drawer until she found your own panties. She carefully had them hidden inside her own boxers, there was basically no way you could ever find them. Not like you would search her room without permission anyway, she knew you. And of course she didn’t really steal them… she was borrowing them. She planned on returning them whenever she felt like it… whenever that might be.

Today Ellie went through her usual routine of waiting five minutes after you left, going into her room, and grabbing the red thong. She sighed and bit her lip. It was almost as pretty as you.. silk with soft mesh, see through basically everywhere except for where your pussy would lay. She played with the red bow on top, “This is so fucking stupid.” She thought to herself.

Ellie pressed her lips together, reaching into her shorts and palming herself over her boxers. She sighed immediately, letting out a soft “fuuuckkkk” as her eyes fluttered shut.

She’d been waiting about two weeks since she snagged your thong to fuck herself with it. Yeah, she was really fucking horny for you, but she wanted to draw it out as long as she could.

She hummed to herself, “Mmmmm,, need more..” she sat down on her bed and took her shorts off. She inspected the panties once more, as if she hadn’t done that one hundred times already. Just by feeling them she could tell they were new. Maybe you were feeling confident about your new life you’ve started. New job, new roommate, new panties. She was absent-mindedly rocking her hips back and forth during this, thinking about how you’d look wearing them while laying on her bed.

She finally took off her boxers and dipped her fingers into her pussy. Her mouth opened a little, she was wetter than she thought she’d be. “Mmhh okay,” she sighs, “Thas’ better.” Ellie brought her wet fingers up to her throbbing clit, just touching it, not even rubbing circles like how she desperately needed to. She couldn’t take it and whimpered, pushing her fingers onto herself harder as punishment. She felt her clit fluttering faster each second she held her fingers there.

She suddenly stopped , getting up to grab a pillow. She situated it in between her legs. “Okay..” she sighed, slowly lowering herself onto it. She began rocking her hips back and forth again, knitting her eyebrows together. It felt so much fucking better than humping nothing, especially considering how firm the edge of the pillow was.

She kept going, making her movements faster, but she quickly grew annoyed as her shirt would become tucked underneath herself as she rides the pillow. Grunting, she quickly pulled the shirt off, completely bare and naked except for her black sports bra. She hastily grabbed your red panties and lost her mind humping the pillow. She whimpered and started to let out small, quiet moans as her actions grew more and more desperate.

“Y-yesss.. hah- so good.. fuck me, more pleassssse…” Ellie could feel that familiar tightness at her core start to arise.

As you approached the door to your appartement with your huge grocery haul in both hands, you heard the tv playing. You shook your head and smiled to yourself, “Ugh Ellie’s always turning the tv up way too loud.. gonna get noise complaints soon.” You thought.

Quickly stepping inside, you set all the grocery bags down on the counter and walked to the living room to tell Ellie to turn down the tv. However, as soon as you walked in there was no Ellie, only the tv turned up and on some channel you knew Ellie didn’t even watch. You raised an eyebrow but shook it off. She was probably invited somewhere last minute and, knowing Ellie, probably threw something on and ran out the door without turning off any lights or the tv.

You grabbed the remote from off the couch and watched the channel for a few seconds before deciding to click the power off button. The very second you turned off the tv, you weren’t greeted by silence, but by Ellie’s voice doing something you never thought you’d hear: moaning.

Your whole face suddenly grew red, and you felt your stomach drop. Your mind began to race: Holy shit. She’s fucking someone in there. Why is she doing that today. Ohmygod I never said I was going to the store. She probably thought I was going to work and would be out for hours. Fuck. Fuck. Why is she fucking that girl and not me? No- fuck that’s wrong. I can’t think that about my roommate I barley know! Ohmygod I thought that when she said she was single she meant like- she didn’t even do one night stands. Oh fuck me in the fucking ass-

Suddenly, your rapid stream of thoughts were cut off by Ellie moaning your name.

“Mmmhhhmm.. hahhh fuck right there baby. Yes.. yes I’m such a fuckin’ slut for you.” You hear her whine and fucking whimper. Your eyes grew as wide as balloons and you immediately dropped your purse on the couch. You take off your shoes so you’re not as loud, and sneak over to Ellie’s room where her door is closed.

You feel so fucking awkward you don’t know what to do. Maybe you felt a little more horny than awkward however, because suddenly you notice yourself squeezing your thighs together and shifting on your feet.

“Fuck it.” You thought. You reach for the door handle but stop as you go to turn it, second guessing yourself. Is this really right? Well I mean, she’s the one masturbating to you and moaning your name… so…

You turn the handle and slowly open the door. It creaks a little, causing Ellie to jump and freeze in place. The only thing you can manage to say is “Holyyyyy fuck.” Your super fucking hot ass tatted up roommate is riding her own pillow with your own red thong in hand moaning your own name. You feel like you can’t even breathe.

“Ohmygod wait-“ Ellie starts, trying her best to hunch over and cover herself with the pillow, “Okay fuck I’m really sorry I didn’t even think you’d be home fuckingfuckmegoddammit I even turned on the tv super loud so no one would hear me and if I heard it turn off I would know you came back but ohmyfuckinggod I didn’t hear it go silent imsofuckingsorry-“

You cut off her rambling of explanations and apologies, “Heyyyy, Ellie…?” You slowly take off your jacket and shirt, trying your very best to be sensual, but this was never your forte. “You didn’t finish… right?” You slowly look up at her.

“Wha-? What? Why are you asking me-“

“You didn’t answer me.” You interrupt her. Your eyes become half lidded as you feel yourself becoming more confident. “Did you finish? Yes or no, Els.”

Ellie suddenly blushes at the nickname, “No.” she whispers with wide eyes, looking right at you.

“Let me help you then.”

“Fuck- please.”

That’s all the consent you need before you practically leap onto her, kissing her ravenously. The kiss quickly becomes sloppy and desperate, you pull away quickly to get some air, “Fuck. Been wanting to do that since I moved in.” Without letting Ellie respond, you latch yourself onto her neck, kissing and taking in her scent that you love so much.

“Mmmph- please…” She whimpers, quite pathetically. “Can’t wait baby..”

You smile at the pet name, kissing her deeply again as your hands explore her toned body.

You swear it’s only ten seconds more and she breaks away, whispering “I-I need you.”

“Oh I fucking know.”

Ellie watches you, eyes unfaltering as you plant kisses down her chest, toned abs, all the way down to her pussy.

Without warning, you start sliding a finger in, “Wanna see how loose you are.” You mutter to yourself. You don’t know why you’re even shocked when you easily push inside of her, deciding to slip another finger in.

Ellie moans immediately, grinding her hips rapidly down onto your hand. She throws her head back and her moans become louder, quicker. Suddenly, something red to the right of Ellie catches your eye as you’re finger fucking her. You were so tunnel visioned, ready to fuck her, that you completely forgot about your missing panties. The panties that she stole. You keep your eyes locked on your underwear as you speed up, as Ellie starts whining, basically crying about how she’s “Gonna cum soon.”

You can feel her g-spot so easily.

“Yeah? You’re gonna fucking tell me you took it or you’re not gonna cum. Use your words.” You instruct, never slowing down your pace.

Ellie gasps, she can’t even pretend she doesn’t know what you’re talking about, “Yeah. Y-Yes I fucking took it. Mmm- wanted to see… needed you so bad.. aaaaahh..” she stammers out and you never stopped fucking her desperate little pussy, occasionally moaning in response to what she tried to say.

Finally getting the confession you needed, you curled your fingers up inside of her. “Fuck- I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum.. gonnacumbabyyy……”

“Cum for me, Ellie.”

She finally does, finally gets to cum after everything that’s happened. She gasps rapidly.

You talk her through her orgasm, saying things like, “That’s it Ellie.” “God you’re so fucking beautiful.”

As soon as she was done squirming, Ellie grabs your face and kisses you deeply. She sits the two of your up and slides her knee in between your thighs. You were so turned on, you swear you could cum just from doing this. It seems as though Ellie understood exactly what you wanted, because she swiftly flips you over onto your back and starts unbuttoning your pants.

You laugh, suddenly getting an idea, “Wait, wait. Turn around and cover your eyes, Els.”

She’s skeptical, raising an eyebrow but complies anyway. After all, you just gave her the best orgasm she’s probably ever had. She hears shuffling for a few seconds, and the zipper of your pants coming undone as you drop them to the floor.

“Tadaaaa!” You exclaim, signaling to Ellie that it’s okay if she turns around.

You swear Ellie’s eyes have never been wider as she sees you wearing nothing but that damn red thong.

She almost drools, “Holyyyyy shiiiitttttt..” and slowly walks over to you, grabbing your waist with her sexy ass hands. “Even better than I was imagining.. need to fuck you right now okay..?” She mutters, mostly to herself, as she’s still too distracted feeling up how the red silk hugs your body.

“Been ready for so long, Els.” You say as you crawl back onto the bed, trying to break her out of her spell.

Ellie climbs on top of you and plays with your nipples, kissing and biting your neck at the same time. You whimper - that’s definitely going to leave marks in the morning. Only after a few seconds her hands leave your chest, moving lower to peel away the red fabric and reveal your dripping pussy.

She gasps, staring for a few moments at how beautiful you are. “Fuck, so so pretty.” She cracks her knuckles, “God, you’re already so wet for me… I’m gonna stretch you out baby, lemme know if you hurt ‘mkay?”

You whine in response, feeling the butterflies in your stomach erupt as she effortlessly slides two fingers in. You gasp as she starts moving, then slowly picking up the pace until she’s basically slamming into your g-spot.

“Ohhh.. f-fuck me.”

Ellie pants as she pumps her gorgeous fingers in and out of you, “That’s jus’ what I’m doin’ baby.” She smirks. Suddenly, she adds one more finger and brings her thumb up to rub your clit, and you almost scream.

It only takes a little more and you’re already on edge. She can feel you clenching around her. You’re so close. She hisses sharply, sucking in the air through her teeth as you take her, “Fuck, see my tattoo moving as I fuck you hon?” She pants, “Doin’ so good for me like this.”

“I- I think I’m gonna cum soon..” You whimper and your legs start shaking. “Ahh,, fuck Ellie-!!”

“Go on baby, you can cum.”

With just that little bit of motivation, you finally have the orgasm you’ve so desperately wanted. It’s so intense as she keeps fucking you senseless, you feel yourself squirt, which almost never happens, the warm fluid surprising you. You cover your face with your hands, so embarrassed that your body is doing this for Ellie. She hushes you, letting you know it’s okay.

You know you’re finally done when you throw your head back, trying to catch your breath. Ellie flops down beside you, smiling at you and waiting for the right time to say something.

“So, wanna like… be my girlfriend now?” She says, absolutely way too nonchalantly.

You look at her and laugh, slapping her arm playfully, “You literally made me see stars, Ellie! Gimme a second!!”

She throws her hands up in the air. “Sorry, sorry! Just couldn’t wait.” You both giggle.

You turn over on your side, kissing her cute little nose, “Yeah.. yeah that’d be nice.”

You smile and Ellie’s face lights up, she quickly plants fast kisses all over your face. “My hot roommate wants to date me!!” She exclaims. You laugh and she pulls you in closer, hugging her arms around you.

She reaches over to turn off the lamp, and the two of you drift off to sleep.

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chishiyasleftnut · 5 months ago

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Oh my god this took longer than I expected, I am so sorry (｡•́︿•̀｡)

As requested by a few people in the comments on PART 3, here is part 4 to the phase 2 Chishiya fic I've been working on!

It includes everything from angst to fluff to smut at the end. What's not to like? (•̀ᴗ•́ )و I hope you'll all enjoy it!

Stuck With You (part 4)

(Read part 1, part 2, and part 3 here)

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Genre: Smut, angst AND fluff. (look at me go)

Warnings: smut and gun violence. Includes penetration (female receiving), unprotected sex.

Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader

Plot: After sleeping together twice, Chishiya began ignoring fem!reader, making her mad with worry. Does he hate her? Did she do someting wrong? Or perhaps something else was going on, something she had completely missed?

3349 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

The discussion of what you were never came. Out of fear of making your cramped living conditions more awkward than necessary, you decided not to push it and just live in the unknown. You didn’t need to define the relationship, you told yourself. You were soooo cool with keeping it casual and undefined.

With that mindset, you both continued your life at the camp as if nothing had happened. A part of you had expected there to be more touching but no, Chishiya’s behaviour seemingly completely reverted back to how he was before that fateful stormy night, never letting down his guard and showing even a sliver of vulnerability.

Every night you went to bed next to each other, crammed into a two-man-tent and your bodies somehow not connecting anywhere at all. Every morning you woke up to the tent empty as Chishiya would leave the shared space as soon as his eyes were open.

You rarely spoke much either, which wouldn’t have affected you if you hadn’t slept together twice. Although you had no intentions of confronting Chishiya with this, it did hurt you that he by all appearances felt as if nothing special happened - as if you were just a sex doll he could use when he needed to get off.

A part of you tried to defend Chishiya. Maybe he had little experience with romance - or even friendship? You had never seen him interact deeply with anyone before so that could be an explanation. He didn’t exactly seem like the lovey-dovey type either. Yeah, it wasn’t personal, you said to yourself to calm your anxiety. This was just how he was.

Although your little camp at the outskirts of Tokyo seemed like a perfect, isolated place right after the Beach’ end, the two of you had noticed more and more people in the vicinity of your tent over the past week. It started off with the occasional sound of rustling bushes and glimpses of people appearing far away, but lately you had had actual run-ins with strangers. To your luck, none of them were an immediate threat. Still, the camp didn’t feel safe anymore.

“Come with me,” Chishiya one day said during breakfast.

His words took you by surprise, mostly because you were embarrassingly deep into your thoughts about your relationship (or lack thereof) and had completely zoned him out. You quickly began chewing the big bite of protein bar that you seconds prior had mindlessly stuffed into your mouth so you could reply, but Chishiya continued before you had a chance to clear your mouth.

“Come on. We’re doing a supply run.”

The request was unusual, as Chishiya always did supply runs on his own. His usual reasoning was that you were too slow and that it would be safer if he could quickly be in and out of the city instead of having to wait around for you.

“I thought you liked doing that on your own?” you questioned once you had finally swallowed the lump of chocolatey protein bar.

“I do,” he said while gathering his things. “But not today. Hurry up, I don’t want to wait all day.”

You wanted to pry for an actual answer, but knew it was fruitless. Instead, you quickly finished your breakfast and picked up your bag so you could accompany him into Tokyo.

As expected, your walk to the nearest convenience store was both silent and uneventful. Even though you had a million questions running through your mind, you had no way of articulating them in a way that wouldn’t make you seem desperate. As much as you craved closure, you also didn’t want to scare him away. Hence, you decided silence was best.

When you arrived at the rundown and almost empty 7/11, Chishiya held the door open for you. As you walked in you paused in the doorway with wide eyes. Instantly, you felt bad for complaining about the type of supplies he brought back. In your mind, convenience stores were always filled to the brim with food 24/7, but it seemed as if the situation in the borderlands were way different than in normal life. This convenience store looked at if it had been raided consistently for months, the shelves nearly empty and the floor covered in broken glass.

“Is there even any food left?” you asked while staying in the door-opening, completely overwhelmed by the chaotic emptiness of it all - an oxymoron you until now had never experienced before.

Chishiya pushed past you with a gentle hand on your lower back, ushering you inside. The sudden physical contact sent goosebumps all over your body, making every single small hair on your arms and legs stand up straight. God, you had missed being touched more than you knew.

“I’m sure there’s some left. Help me look.”

Once you recovered, you assisted Chishiya in finding any food that wasn’t rotten. To protect your sensitive nose, you decided to completely avoid the open refrigerator section that in the normal world housed delicious tuna-mayo onigiris and microwave-heatable freshly made meals, all of which you knew wouldn’t have lasted even a week without spoiling.

With quiet steps, you walked up and down the aisles, looking for anything edible. The little, orange shopping basket that you were carrying slowly got filled with various types of instant noodles. Once you were very dead-set on which brands and flavours were worth eating, but you had to throw that all to the side now. The selection was limited, and it was not time to be picky.

With the basket now housing a decent selection of instant noodles in all shapes, colours, and sizes, you turned the corner and stumbled into the candy aisle where Chishiya’s eyes were expertly scanning over the sparse selection. He never brought back too much food out of fear of attracting the wildlife that had slowly taken over Tokyo together with the greenery.

You watched as his hand reached out for a pack of strawberry gummies - his favourite, as you had come to learn from the many times that he had exclusively brought back strawberry flavoured candy instead of the superior tasting grape. However, instead of grabbing the strawberry flavour, he instead picked up two packs of the remaining neighbouring grape variant, quickly putting it into his own shopping basket. As he went to walk away, presumably to find food that wasn’t just candy, he turned in your direction and caught you looking.

“Is something wrong?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow. You gestured down to the grape flavoured candy in his basket.

“I thought you liked strawberry,” you pointed out. “Why get grape?”

“I wanted to try something new,” he eventually said in a casual manner, causing you to roll your eyes out of annoyance.

“I’ve complained about the lack of grape candy for weeks and suddenly you’re willing to try it?”

Chishiya had just opened his mouth to presumably give a flippant reply, when he was interrupted by the deafening sound of gunshots from the street outside the store. Instinctively, Chishiya put an arm in front of you, using his own body to shield you from the far-away shooter. You both stood still as statues, using every sense to figure out how close you were to danger. As the gunshots came to a halt, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Okay, I think that- AHH!”

A loud, high-pitched scream left your mouth before you had a chance to stop it, as a much closer round of shots completely took you by surprise. Chishiya quickly pulled you with him on the floor behind the cash register, hugging your back tightly against his front and covering your mouth with his hand to keep you quiet.

“Shhh,” he hushed lowly into your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. “Be quiet.”

The next few minutes were tense, as neither of you had any visuals of the shooter due to your sheltering behind the cash register. You therefore used the only sense available to you to find any auditory signs that would indicate the location of the shooter. Much to your dismay, you before long heard the store bell chime as the door got opened. The shrill of the bell was followed by the sound of a pair of hefty military boots crushing the many glass shards scattered on the floor.

You were shaking in Chishiya’s arm, trembling with fear as you inaudibly prayed that whoever was now in the store with you would just leave you alone. Chishiya hugged you so tightly against him that you were almost suffocating, his hand surely leaving a red imprint on your face. Despite the physical discomfort, his firm embrace also worked to ground you, calming you down and keeping you quiet.

It didn’t take long for the stranger to leave the store again, possibly disappointed by the lack of victims to shoot down. You both waited a few extra minutes just to be safe, before Chishiya finally let his hand fall away from your mouth, allowing you to take a deep breath, fully filling up your oxygen deprived lungs.

“I should never have taken you with me,” he mumbled while standing up, visibly distraught in a way you hadn’t seen before. Long gone was his usual nonchalant demeanour, his normal indifference replaced by panicky eyes and shallow breaths.

Still sitting on the floor, your shaken mind attempted to connect the many jumbled up puzzle pieces. Chishiya was scared. You had never seen him scared before, so that alone was adding to the confusion. It had gotten to the point where you didn’t even know if he cared about his life. And then it finally clicked: He wasn’t scared for his own safety; he was scared for yours.

“Wait, you asked me to join you to protect me?” you asked while he with a strong hand helped you up on your feet.

“I thought it would be safer than leaving you at the camp, but clearly it was not.” Chishiya walked back around the counter and picked up the dropped shopping baskets with food, neatly packing the content into his bag with uncharacteristically shaky hands. “The camp didn’t feel safe anymore. Too many people around. What if the wrong person saw you all alone? I couldn’t risk it.”

You were in shock, unsure of how to take that in. You had spent the past week worrying over Chishiya’s sudden indifference to you, and here he was admitting he cared? No scratch that, he didn’t just care, he was worried about you. This changed everything.

“I thought you hated me,” you stuttered out, still completely overwhelmed by this new revelation. “I thought I had done something wrong and that you hated me for it.”

“I could never hate you.”

Your eyes met in what felt like a tender embrace, Chishiya’s deep brown orbs showing softness and sincerity in a way you had never could have imagined. He meant it, you were absolutely sure of it.

Calmed by his newfound gentleness, you slowly helped him pack up the supplies gathered from the convenience store, your mind gradually making sense of the past week. You were pulled back to reality when your hands picked up the little plastic bag of grape flavoured candy.

“You got these for me, didn’t you?” you asked, feeling the final puzzle piece clicking into place.

“I did. I should have gotten them earlier.”

“You should have,” you declared amusedly, suddenly finding humour in his previous stubbornness. “I’ve been begging for a while, you know.”

Your remark made Chishiya smile, but for once it didn’t seem like he was laughing at your expense. Instead, he seemed fondly entertained by you, a dynamic switch you hadn’t seen coming.

Together, you walked back to the camp. The walk was silent, but this time it wasn’t an awkward silence. Instead, you both enjoyed the other’s company, using the quiet time to mentally and physically decompress from the intense past 30 minutes you had shared. Eventually you reached the camp again, flopping down in front of the unlit fireplace and immediately going in on the treasured grape candy. Chishiya didn’t comment on it, but just observed how you practically swallowed one purple gummy after the other.

As day turned to night, you both climbed back into the tent with your bellies full of a variety of instant noodles, ready for the best sleep of your life after an emotionally exhausting day. You followed Chishiya, as he laid down on the sleeping mat, sighing when you finally allowed yourself to feel the body aches that were a near constant lately. Chishiya noticed your little sigh, and gently pulled you in closer to him in an attempt to soothe you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“Yeah. Just tired,” you replied, matching his low tone. It felt like the right volume to speak at in the darkness of the tent.

Chishiya ran his hand up and down your arm, attempting to lull you to sleep. It was tempting to allow yourself to drift off, and yet you stayed awake, not wanting to miss out on this side of Chishiya.

“I haven’t done this before,” Chishiya finally said, turning his head to look at you. His words confused you.

“We’ve cuddled before.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” you asked, the confusion apparent in your voice.

Chishiya gestured broadly to the two of you. “This.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, finally understanding his vague remark. You had been right in assuming that he had little experience with anything deeper than sex.

“Do you like it?” you finally asked, holding your breath as you awaited the answer.

Chishiya took his sweet time to reply, leaving you suddenly feeling worried that you had somehow managed to completely misinterpret everything that had happened that day. Luckily, he eventually opened his mouth again.

“I do.”

And with that, you let out a sigh of relief. Thank God. Without thinking, you placed your lips firmly against his and initiated a kiss. He reciprocated, although somewhat hesitantly at first.

“I thought you were tired?” he asked in between kisses, his hands slowly gaining courage as they began exploring your body.

“Not that tired,” you said as you rolled on top of him, straddling him and pushing his body firmly down on the sleeping mat without your lips leaving his.

Chishiya didn’t need any more convincing. He quickly flipped you back around, your body thumping hard against the mat as he forcibly pinned you down under him. His hands got rougher as they ventured all over your body, exploring every curve and soft patch of skin that he could reach.

A moan slipped out of your mouth and into his when his right hand snaked down your body and into your pants, his fingers connecting with your already sensitive clit. He didn’t slow down, instead creating a consistent rhythm as he circled around the needy bud. Your hips instinctively moved against his hand, only further prompting him to continue.

“You like that?” he mumbled possessively into your ear, his fingers pressing harder down on you. “D’you like how I make you feel?”

Unable to use your words, you instead moaned louder. Quickly, Chishiya used his left hand to cover your mouth, suppressing any sound that came from you.

“So eager already?” he asked smugly. “I need you to quiet down, princess. We don’t want the entire forest to hear us, no?”

Once you were subdued, his hand left your mouth and instead journeyed down south to assist his other hand in freeing you of your pants. Once unzipped and unbuttoned, you helped him slide your jeans off by lifting your hips off from the floor, watching as he threw the pants to the side before sitting in between your spread legs.

His fingers traced teasingly along the trim of your panties, carefully avoiding the places that were desperate to be touched. After minutes that felt like hours, he finally trailed down from your belly button to your core, noticing how wet the fabric was.

“Desperate, are we?” he asked amusedly.

“Hurry up,” you mewed, closing your eyes to focus on the faint sensation of Chishiya’s fingers tickling your most sensitive area.

“Desperate and commanding. I better get going, huh?”

To your luck, Chishiya promptly helped you out of your underwear, throwing them over to your pants before immediately delving his long, slender fingers into your core. You moaned, quickly covering your own mouth as you remembered his warning minutes prior.

In a manner that was simultaneously careful and eager, he made sure you were adequately warmed up and stretched out, before pulling off his own sweatpants and boxer briefs in one go. Your eyes connected with his hard length, your mouth almost salivating at what was to come.

Chishiya didn’t waste any more time, his collectiveness wavering as carnal desires took over his mind. He climbed on top of you, spreading your legs to each side of him before lining his hardness up at your entrance and pushing himself in right away.

You both gasped as you got used to the sudden change of sensation. Your walls tightened up around his dick, hugging it tightly in a hungry embrace. Chishiya buried his face in your neck, fighting against his animalistic urges to remain at least somewhat in control. Once at least moderately grounded, his hips began moving against yours, his cock pumping in and out of you rhythmically and filling you both up with continuously building layers of pleasure.

Without realising it, your legs tightened around his body as you slowly but steadily felt yourself get closer to the edge - closer to the release you so desperately needed after the rather hectic day you had just experienced.

You didn’t even notice when Chishiya bit down on your shoulder in an attempt to keep himself from finishing, his body continuing working towards its goal of getting you closer, and closer, and….

“Fuck, I’m coming!” you eventually moaned, your vision fading to black as you felt pleasure rushing through your body, all your senses focused elsewhere leaving you completely oblivious to what was going on in the real world.

As the wonderful sensation sadly came to an end, you felt Chishiya collapse down on top of you, his deep voice grunting into your ear as he too came, filling your core up with his cum. For a while, you stayed in this position, both recovering from the short but intense escapade you had just shared. Eventually, Chishiya rolled off you, landing on the hard mat with a thud.

A part of you feared what would happen next. The last time you slept together, Chishiya spent the entire week after on ignoring you. You weren’t sure if you could survive that treatment again. However, to your delight, Chishiya gently pulled you back in close to him, hugging your tired body firmly against his.

“I needed that,” he mumbled, his voice already sounding calm and sleepy. You chuckled a bit, but nonetheless nodded to show agreement.

“Me too.”

Chishiya yawned and pulled you even tighter against him, hugging you like a child would hug its favourite plushie. Just as he was about to fall asleep, you decided to ask the question that was weighing heavily on your mind.

“You won’t ignore me again, right?”

He opened his eyes, looking a bit confused before he understood where you came from.

“No,” he said, grazing your forehead with his lips before closing his eyes again. “I’ll never ignore you again.”

That were the last words you remembered before you gently lulled to sleep, his reassuring words calming the last few anxious thoughts running through your mind and finally allowing you to succumb to your exhaustion.

I’ll never ignore you again.

The phrase played over and over again in your mind as you slept, even appearing in your dream. And you believed him. You really did. This was the start of something new.

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marsdql · 3 months ago

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Unexpected — ༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

Extended verison of caught off guard !! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

Pairing: Brother’s best friend!Heeseung x fem!reader

Synopsis: You're shocked to discover that your longtime crush Heeseung is now friends with your brother, leading to a fanfiction-like (literally) story.

Genre/warnings: fluff, little suggestive?, brother's bestfriend, reader is 3 years younger, mention of stalking, alloooottt of teasing, no dividers in between the paragraphs… | wc: 4,7k I think.

𝙈𝙖𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: im so extremely sorry for the ungodly word count I wrote each part separately and forgot to take in consideration the amount of writing I was doing.. The poll said to not make this into parts so I just put it all in one post though!!!!!!! + Masterlist coming soon, request me your suggestions (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ okay enjoy now

Your brother had made new friends during the first semester because of a lot of senior group projects, which made the house busy. Your brother and his friends wanted more quiet places to work on things, like each other's houses. It's strange that it was always at your house and not his friends' or the library, but whatever.

You didn’t mind much, until a particular someone came over, Heeseung, the 6’0 slim brunette senior you’ve been crushing on since you were in middle school, now a freshman. You followed him around everywhere with your friends, making it so obvious that you guys were following HIM. You would send him holiday letters provided by the school, stall his social media, follow his friends and him at one point until he removed you over a silly kpop story... everything… and now, he’s with your brother?! Since when!

Bad thoughts filled your mind as you remembered all the embarrassing moments he caught you staring at him, thinking that he’d tell your brother all of it if he sees you and finds out that you’re the sister of the guy he’s getting closer to each day. But you were hungry, so hungry, you needed to eat, you always do before taking a nap, it’s like a routine, he can’t just ruin your routine. You start making plans on how to get to the kitchen without Heeseung and your brother spotting you. After a few minutes of thinking, you finally build up the courage to get downstairs and pray for the best.

You tip-toe your way down the stairs, attempting to make as little noise as possible, and to your surprise, the two boys are on the island table right across the fridge, you’re doomed, he’s going to see you, you can’t just walk back upstairs!

“Y/n? What are you doing, you look so stupid right now.” Your brother blurts out which makes you jolt up and fix your posture. Shoot. You forgot that they can see you from their perspective more than you can see them. But you act fast, “huh? Oh! Hi um.. I was just counting how many steps we have to the stairs.. for a math project!” What the heck was that response? Whatever, it’ll do. As you finish your sentence, you give yourself an excuse to get closer so that it doesn’t get too awkward, and there he is, the Heeseung of your dreams, locking eyes with you with his stale and cold expression planted on his face, not one tiny bit of shock in his face when seeing you.

“Hey by the way, don’t take a nap, mom wants you to help her with groceries, she’s coming in a minute, wait in the living room or something just don’t go back upstairs” your brother says before putting all his focus back to the project he’s doing with sousou. At this point, you mutter out a small “okay” and forget the snack you came downstairs for, heading to the couch to go on your phone and act like nothing happened(secretly glancing at Heeseung from time to time.)

30 minutes later, your mother comes back while your brother and mister take a bathroom break. You head to the garage, opening the door for your mother to bring the groceries in for you to then place them on the counter. You’re holding big heavy bags, making you groan trying to pick them all up, then all of a sudden, as you're trying to get up, you feel the weight getting lighter and lighter, thinking you're stronger than you thought, but to your surprise… It's the dream man helping you. “Are you that lazy? Couldn’t you have just picked them one at a time? Hm?” He says as he coughs out a small chuckle, picking up the bags with ease. You can’t do anything but stare at him and place them on the table, your lips forming an O but unable to make a sound or blurt any words out. Before you get yourself to say anything, he cuts you off with a “You’re not slick, we both know exactly why you’re so shy” what…????? “I’m not shy at all?! I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You scream before the nervousness gets to you. You never thought your first conversation with Heeseung was going to be like this. “Oh yeah? You think I don’t know what you do? All the letters you sent me the past 2 years? Common now, I’m not stupid hhh…” suddenly, he lets go of the bags and gets closer to you, your brother still in the washroom and your mother still outside. His cold expression is still there but with a slight smirk. Your cheeks and nose get red quickly, making him only grin harder as he sees the effect he has on you. “You wouldn’t want your brother to see all the cheesy things you’ve done, let alone your mother, hmph? Of course you wouldn’t want that, you’re such a nice girl they would never think you’d do that, you’re just a sweet girl who goes to school and hangs out with her friends, definitely doesn’t beg them to follow me around, right?” He’s so close to you, his words only making you blush harder. His eyes shift to the door as he watches your mother call for him “Oh hello Heeseung! Would you be a sweetheart and help me with these bags? Y/n, please put the milk away! I forgot something at that store, I need to go back and pick it up.” Of course, the young man quickly obeyed your mother and helped her out, leaving you red and shoving your face in the fridge to cool down, you’re cooked, you have no idea what's taking your brother so long, but it feels like an eternity… Since when did LEE HEESEUNG have the courage to say that? What’s he gonna say next???? You keep replaying the words he said a few seconds ago, making you go crazy all over again.

Hours later, 22:00, your brother and his friend passed out on the counter of the kitchen as you were laying in bed, bored and unable to think of anything except the incident that happened earlier. Your best friend would always write fanfiction of you and hee as a joke, not thinking anything of it because you knew you were not delusional enough to think a guy 3 years older than you would actually notice you or look your way.

Abruptly, you feel the urge to go to the bathroom, wanting to wash the guilt written all over you face from the amount of overthinking. As you get to the entrance, you notice a black statue from across the hallway, making your heart drop as it walks closer to you. Suddenly, your screams wake up the entire neighborhood, "I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I don't know what I did but I'm sorry I'll never wish death upon anyone else who likes Mingyu and joshua! I promise god I'll never ever hope that all S.coups fangirls except me will fall in a hole!" you close your eyes shut as you squeal and think its the end of your days.

Until that skinwalker finally decides to open his mouth and.. "BOO!" Heeseung screams as he shakes your shoulders, not initially intending on scaring you until he realized that you couldn't see his figure. Why did it have to be him again?! "Hey, I'm joking, calm down, you're okay. It's just me. What was all that blabbering about?" he says, again, with his famous chuckle you've probably heard more than actual words from his mouth. "You can't just do that! It's dark, nighttime and it's just annoying!" you wail, feeling surprised that you managed to actually say something to his face. "Huh? feisty, calm down scaredycat, do you usually see things?" You swallow, knowing that you not only see things, but hear things at night as well.

There's an awkward silence between you two, both standing in the dark with nothing but the light of the bathroom reflecting on eachothers skin. "So? You ain't gonna speak ‘bout nothing YOU'VE been doing? You just gonna stay quiet like that?" You gulp hard, since when was he this bold and confident? What did he expect you to say, then there you are, too scared and shy to talk again, obvious shyness on your face, making heeseung aware of it, once again. He would always secretly tease you, manspread in front of you while looking at you, trying not to stare at him back and attempting to put all your focus on your friends. He would lean against the wall and look at you up and down as you walked past him, with your face buried in your friend's back, trying not to go crazy over his state. He knew the effect he had on you, since the start, it boosted his ego the most. "You shy, doll?" He whispers as he gets closer, not scared of anyone catching you both being so close, almost heads touching.

“W-what if someone catches us like this?, you can't be so close..” You mutter under your breath, forcing the words out of your mouth knowing that you don't really want him to move. “Hm? You gonna stop me? I'll stop if you tell me to, you just gotta use your words, pretty” he whispers once again, looking down on you as he pushes both your bodies onto the wall near the door of the bathroom with his chest. Your lips are shut, unable to get yourself to push him away or say a word.

He feels you slowly giving in, he knows you would, you might know information about you but he knows all your body language, he knows how nervous you get when you're alone with him and he's ready to take advantage of you all. GO HIT THAT GUM JILGEONG!!(sorry i got bored) You feel 1000 knots in your stomach from his breath hitting you cold neck, seconds later, “Take me to your room.”

Saying that his words shocked you was a huge understatement, you were feeling so many emotions that you just went numb. Sight went foggy and you couldn't think anymore, the last thing you remembered was showing him the way to your bedroom. Heading to your bed with wobbly legs due to the fear you were feeling, you had zero idea on what was going to happen. How is this the first day you talk to Heeseung and it's already this crazy? You always imagined scenarios and insane stuff, but now it feels like you just manifested them all because this craziest one is coming to life.

“Cute room. Surprised you don't have any photos of me.” The tall man says as he throws himself on the bed. At this point, you would've been able to speak to him like a normal person, but all his flirtatious words made u only use your movements, no verbal communication in sight. He stares at your BT21 plushies with disgust, pushing them off the bed with his foot, is he really still annoyed about that instagram post? Or is he still jealous? “Hate those people” he huffs as he turns to his side, seeming amused with your sweet candy-like scent on your bed. “Why are you scared of your own bed?” He comments as he watches you stare at him from your desk, realizing that you arent on your bed because HE'S ON IT. “I-im not scared, maybe you're just too big for my bed and I can't fit.. Fatty..” ‘What'd you just call me?’ “Huh? What! I didn't say a-anything?” ‘No no i deeefinitely heard something, did you just call me fat?’ “Okay yes! I did, am I lying though? You're not slick, I know the locker you share with Jay is greasy as hell!” you squeal as you make a disgusted face. ‘Yeah? You saw me get out of class to get a cookie too? Or were you too busy trying to hide from me to be able to see what was in my hand?’ Shoot, You cant reply to him with anything, both answers are wrong.. ‘Yeah that's what i thought.’

“W-what are you doing in my room, why do you wanna be here?” You ask him, innocently. ‘Because I don't break my back sleeping on the couch and I have enough manners to not barge into your brother's room when he's asleep.’ “It's better if you sleep in my brother's room than anyone finding out you slept in mine…” 'I'll leave before anyone wakes up. Comon, I wont do anything.’ It's not like he’d do anything anyway, he's as nonchalant as ever and obviously wouldn't try anything on you, he knows you wouldn't actually give into THAT, plus, he's glad youre not like that, atleast at your age.

As Heeseung takes over your bed, you are still in shock. He is sprawled out like he owns the place, watching you from the other side of the room with a small smile on his face. When someone dares to call you out on your personal space, you feel both irritated and agitated.

He pats the empty spot on the bed beside him with the same smirk and asks, “Are you really just going to stare at me from over there?”

You pause, but you cannot maintain any resistance and end up stumbling over. You take care to maintain some distance between you while sitting on the edge, but he does not let you off that easily.

Hee laughs and creeps closer, making you all too aware of the distance vanishing between you two. “Calm down, I don’t bite.” When you look up, you see him observing you with that recognizable sparkle in his eye that indicates he is relishing every moment of it.

You make an effort to minimize it by rolling your eyes, but your cheeks’ redness most likely shows that you are not paying much attention. “Heeseung, what are you even doing here? Wouldn’t you be better off downstairs or not settling into my room?”

With a low chuckle, he leans back comfortably without shifting. With a playful tone, he raises his eyebrows and asks, “What, do you not like me here? Your mom is still out shopping, and your brother is unconscious. I thought, why don’t I keep you company since it’s just the two of us?”

Even though he still teases, his eyes are now softer. For a moment, he seems to be genuinely interested in you rather than just making jokes, as if he is looking at you differently than he has in the past. As the air between you thickens and you feel trapped but unwilling to move, your pulse quickens.

He leans forward abruptly, getting so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath. “Are you sure you actually want me to leave?” He whispers as his gaze moves over your face, capturing every tiny expression you are unable to conceal.

You catch the words in your throat. Before you can respond, he raises one hand and gently brushes a flyaway hair out of your face, his fingers remaining in place for a beat too long.

He whispers, “Tell me to stop, and I will,” in a low voice that is so intimate it chills you.

However, for some reason, you remain silent. You cannot decide whether you want him to stay or enjoy the excitement of him being this close to you and staring at you as if you are the only person in the room.

All he does is smile, that knowing smile returning to his face. He leans back and whispers, “Thought so,” remaining close enough to feel the electricity of the distance.

The weight of the moment presses down on you in the most euphoric way, making it seem like it will last forever. Even though Heeseung’s smile is still there, his eyes seem softer now, almost tender. He seems to be assessing each response, blush, and look as though recording them all.

In a low, informal voice, he begins, “So.” “Will you explain to me why you stare at me all the time, or will you continue to act as though it’s not obvious?”

He tilts his head, leaning a little closer to make sure you are not escaping too easily, but your face turns red hot, your heart pounding, and you quickly turn your head away. Please do not be so shy around me right now. He laughs softly and adds, “We both know you have been looking for a while.”

It feels like the words are stuck in your throat when you try to say something. He moves, keeping you cornered with his arm braced against the headboard next to your shoulder. The closeness is dizzying.

At last, you are able to find your voice. “I’m not… Really, I wasn’t. It’s not as if I—” His gaze prevents you from forming a coherent sentence, so you trail off.

Evidently taking pleasure in your agitated state, he laughs. “So it was not intentional that I always caught you staring at me in the hallway or whenever you passed by with your friends?”

Your lack of response is sufficient, and he smiles, obviously enjoying your response.

He leans slightly closer, until you can feel his breath fan across your cheek, and murmurs, “I guess I was right, huh?” He says quietly, “But you don’t have to be embarrassed, you know,” in a tone that has become more earnest and almost comforting. “I kinda enjoy it.”

You look up and meet his eyes as those final words give you a start. They have an unexpected quality that makes it seem as though he has known you as well as you have known him. There is still teasing, but it has a deeper, more genuine undertone.

“Wait—what?” Your voice barely rises above a whisper as you manage to blurt out.

His eyes remain fixed on yours as he smiles, softer this time. “Are you sure you don’t know?”

You do not trust yourself to say anything more, so you shake your head. He sighs as if he is having a hard time believing what he is going to say.

“Y/n,” he whispers, “I have been interested in you since long before tonight.”

The words linger between you, vibrating with an intensity that catches you completely off guard, and you freeze. Heeseung’s eyes soften, becoming completely serious instead of playful. His closeness now seems more like a confession than a tease.

You mumble, “Wait,” hardly believing your own voice. “You have not been ignoring me?”

He nods slowly, his previous sly smile giving way to something more real and vulnerable. “Yes, I have noticed you, but I wouldn’t say I have been staring at you. Do you think I have not noticed your gaze on me? Or the way you become silent around me? It’s clear, y/n.”

You are rendered speechless by the shock of what he said. Your heart is thumping in your chest and your mind is racing as you try to process this new reality. You have always known Heeseung was self-assured, perhaps even arrogant, but this? You have never seen him like this before. It is honest and unvarnished, and for a split second, you cannot even tell if you are dreaming.

Trying to gather yourself, you ask, “Are you serious?” but your words come out more breathless than you meant.

He responds softly, “I don’t joke about this kind of stuff,” as his thumb lightly brushes the side of your arm, warming your skin. “I have been trying to determine whether you were feeling the same way or if I was just dreaming.”

Your pulse quickens at the thought, and you bite your lip. The air feels heavier and thicker now, and the room feels smaller. In this moment of unsaid tension, everything around you seems to fade into the background, leaving just the two of you.

You do not say anything for a few seconds, allowing his words to register. You have long admired Heeseung from a distance and wondered what it would be like to be near him. However, you never imagined that he would share your sentiments. And now here he is, publicly acknowledging it, his eyes full of sincerity.

“I…,” you finally manage to say, “I did not know you would notice,” in a hesitant and low voice. “After all, I believed I was being subtle. I did not want to cause any strangeness.”

Hee laughs, his voice deep and comforting. “Clever? You? I promise you, y/n, there is nothing subtle about the way you gaze at me. However, I enjoy it. I have enjoyed it for some time.

For a moment, you question whether you are dreaming as the words hit you like a wave. The fact that he is sitting so close to you and that his hand is now resting on the bed between you two, inches from where yours is, makes the entire situation seem unreal. Even though everything is so personal, there is still a lot of uncertainty, which makes it difficult to completely unwind.

You ask, just above a whisper, “So, what now?” as a mix of anxiety and excitement rises inside of you.

Heeseung’s face softens as he inhales deeply. “Now?” he asks in a soft yet purposeful tone. “y/n, all I am waiting for now is for you to say what you want. Because I am listening to whatever it is. I would rather not hurry you. I have been waiting for you to solve it as well.”

For the first time in what seems like an eternity, you release the tension that has been building between you, and your heart skips a beat. You see the honesty and rawness that mirror your own feelings when you look into his eyes.

You look at him with fresh clarity and say, “I think I have figured it out,” in a quiet but firm voice.

It is the same spark in his eyes that has always held you, and Heeseung’s smile is back, albeit softer this time. “Yes? What did you discover?”

As you slowly extend your hand and touch his, you sense a spark of electricity.

His smile grows, and everything seems to be in harmony at that precise moment. There is no longer any hesitation or act of deceit. Now that you and him are at last in agreement, you can look forward to seeing where this unspoken bond may take you.

With his hand now resting on top of yours, Heeseung whispers, “I am glad you figured it out,” his voice barely audible above a whisper. “Because I have been anticipating that statement from you.”

And then everything is different. Something new—something thrilling, something genuine—replaces the tension and the air feels lighter

Neither of you could have imagined as Heeseung leans in and lightly touches your lips. A thrill is sent through you by the gentle touch of Heeseung’s lips against yours, but it is cut short by the distinct sound of footsteps approaching the door. Panic sweeps through you in a flash, and your heart jumps into your throat. With wide eyes, you instinctively glance at the door as though it might save you from the looming catastrophe as you swiftly pull back.

You hear your brother’s voice, loud and clearly irritated, as the door creaks open just a crack. “Y/nnie? Are you in there?”

Quick as ever, Heeseung leans back and puts just enough distance between himself and you to appear casual, but you can tell he is not nearly as shaken as you are by the way his eyes dart to you and the faint smile that is still tugging at his lips.

You force yourself to swallow in an attempt to control your panic. “Yes, I’m here!” you call out, your voice a little too high-pitched for comfort.

Your brother is standing in the doorway, obviously bewildered, as the door opens wider. His brow furrows in that manner that indicates he is going to ask a ton of questions, and he blinks twice as his eyes dart from you to Heeseung. “What on earth are you two doing in here?”

Your mind is a jumble of ideas and excuses as you fumble for the right words. “Nothin’! Nothing bad, really. We were just—uh, talking.”

Your brother folds his arms across his chest and his eyes narrow. “Talking?” he asks again in a suspicious tone. “You two talk like this all the time?”

Heeseung gives you a barely contained smile when you meet his gaze, as though he finds the entire situation humorous. He is not phased at all, of course, because he has always had that arrogant confidence that helps him get out of a tight spot. In the meantime, you are just a few seconds away from losing it due to embarrassment.

“Indeed, we were just catching up. We haven’t seen one another in a long time,” Heeseung’s voice is smooth and unaffected, as if a single sentence would allay your brother’s suspicions.

Your brother looks back at you with a raised eyebrow. “Catching up in her room, you two? Doesn’t that sound a bit suspicious?”

You give Heeseung a quick, frantic glance, hoping he will save you, but he is taking too much pleasure in this. “Again, we were just conversing. Nothing strange,” Heeseung says with a nonchalant shrug. “But we can go if you have to. I don’t want to invade your territory.” He says with a chuckle.

As though this whole exchange is one big headache he did not sign up for, your brother pauses, still glaring, and then sighs. Then he turns back to the door and murmurs, “Anyway, just don’t make it weird.” “You understand what I mean when I say that you don’t want to hear anything too strange from this room later?”

Heeseung shakes his head and lets out a barely contained laugh as he leaves. His voice is light as he says, “He’s got nothing on us,” but his grin remains mischievous and a bit too knowing.

With your heart still pounding, you release a breath you were unaware you were holding. You mutter, attempting to steady yourself by running a hand through your hair, “I can’t believe he just walked in like that.”

Leaning back against the bed, Heeseung laughs. “Slow down. In any case, he’s too ignorant to solve anything.”

Despite his playful tone, there is a surprising undertone of protectiveness in his voice. He looks you in the eyes, and for a brief moment, you are the only two of you. The tension from earlier returns, but this time it is different—more at ease.

You start to say, “Well, I suppose we should wait until he returns downstairs before we—” but Heeseung cuts you off, his eyes softening.

With a tone that conveys something unsaid, he asks softly, “Before we what?”

You look him in the eyes and feel the tension between you two return. This time, the separation between you is not about actual distance but rather about the potential outcomes and the uncertainty of what lies ahead. You can’t shake the feeling that something could change everything right in front of you.

You confess, “I… I don’t know,” not knowing how to move through the distance between you but unwilling to let go of the bond you have just found. “However, I am aware that I’m not yet prepared for him to solve this.”

With his confidence fully restored, Heeseung grins. “Don’t be concerned. We will resolve the issue. Furthermore, both you and I are aware of what really happens next.”

The ease with which he returns to his typical, carefree self makes you laugh and shake your head. However, you realize that perhaps—just possibly—you are ready to stop acting like everything is easy and let whatever happens between you and Heeseung play out naturally as you sit there with him and hear your brother’s voice reverberating in your head.

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simplyraeblue · 2 months ago

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King and Captive

(Hunter and Hunted Spin-Off) read here

a chance meeting with Sukuna quickly turns into a nightly routine you can't escape. as the lines between game and something more blur, you start to wonder—how long can you keep playing, or will Sukuna make you his next conquest? !Sukuna x !femreader

chapter warnings/tags: swearing, drinking, use of "princess", not much of anything this part tbh. eventual smut warning tho of course ( • ᴗ - ) A/N: THE SPIN OFF IS FINALLY HERE! of course, because I'm obsessive I've already written 3 full parts... I suck at writing beginnings though, so bear with me as things are a lil slow in my opinion! I hope you all enjoy it as much as you enjoyed Hunter and Hunted; and be prepared for MORE smut cause its SUKUNA OF COURSE.

index part one | part two

part one word count: 2,762

Christmas had come and gone, and you had stepped into the new year with an even angrier outlook on life than you’d had before. sure, last year had been rough; you’d been cheated on and promptly dumped for someone else, and the bittersweet icing on the cake was when you found out your ex had gotten engaged over the holiday season. you’d done what any sane person would do – drank away your feelings.

the past few weeks, your friends could often find you at the bottom of a mug, angry eyes watching as you toyed with the coaster at any bar you’d walked into. you need – no, wanted – vengeance. you imagined the look on your ex’s face if you ran into him with another, maybe hotter, guy on your arm. men these days were only looking to get their dicks wet, how hard could it be to snag one?

you came to realize it was incredibly hard.

any man that gave you the time of day seemed to be scraping the bottom of the barrel, consistently sleezy and looking like they hadn’t showered in days. or worse, still lived in their mother’s basement. the men you worked with were no better. constantly watching your ass as you walked by, attempting to slyly cop a feel in the break room, and so on.

so, here you were, walking down the street to a pub around the corner from your job to grab a drink. you had a one-track mind for this sort of thing, oblivious to your surroundings until two men stepped into your path to stop you.

“excuse me.” you muttered as you took a step to the side, trying to go around them. before you could get back to your mission one of their hands reached out and snagged your wrist. ugh, more disgusting pigs. “I’ll ask you once to kindly let go off me.”

“c’mon pretty, we just wanna talk t’ ya.” the bigger, burlier one gave you a sly grin that made your skin crawl.

“yea, walking around with a skirt that short we couldn’t help but notice ya.” the one holding your wrist tightened his grip slightly. your frown stretched down your face as you took a moment to assess the situation. what was it your friends always said? right – be loud, draw attention, scream fire and whatnot.

“oi, get your fucking hands off me!” you shouted, tugging your wrist against the firm hold.

“what do ya expect when ya dress like a whore?” one of them snapped as they stepped closer. you were only dressed for work; skirt that came down mid-thigh, button up blouse that covered every inch of your skin, so how was this outfit whorish?

“she’s got a mouth on her, huh?” they nudged each other as you struggled to get free. with your free hand, you made a fist and pulled it back. you wouldn’t be able to seriously injure them, that was for sure, but you could at least distract and get away.

“I said leave me the hell alone, twatbags!” you shouted, fist shaking but staying firm in a pulled-back position. if they made one more move, you’d muster up the courage and hit one of them.

suddenly, both men went wide-eyed in front of you and your wrist was released from it’s prison. hah, so my scare tactics worked, you thought. you’d have to pat yourself on the back later for this achievement. “aw, little ole me got you boys scared? looks like you’re about to wet your pants.” you smirked, crossing your arms in triumph.

until their eyes traveled from you, to over your head.

“these guys bothering you?”

your body tensed at the deep, baritone voice from behind you. so that’s what had the men backing off – but that scared? whoever was behind you had to be huge, like a wrestler or something. you imagine big, bulging muscles and a towering figure, and you gulped.

“I believe she asked you to leave her alone.” whoever was behind you continued, and with each word you almost shivered. his voice exuded strength, even something like anger laced in his tone. or was it just annoyance? “oh, forgot to add the twatbags part. that was a good descriptor.”

the two men stepped back and the other man stepped forward, now standing slightly in front of you. you dared to scan his figure – not a body builder, but definitely not small. he wore a black compression tee that showed off his muscles, and you could see the tattoos running all across his skin, intertwined and connected everywhere you looked. your eyes caught on his light pink hair, slicked back but disheveled on the sides as if he’d been running a hand through the strands.

“while I’d love the entertainment of watching her take a swing at you, I don’t think you want to see what happens if you retaliated.” the man merely crossed his arms before looking down at you. he did in fact tower, maybe just over you but he was still above average height. something flickered in his eyes as they met yours, and you could only stare at him speechlessly.

he hadn’t even had to do anything before the men scoffed and walked away, albeit hurriedly like a fire had been lit under their asses. you and the man watched as they scurried down the sidewalk, and you finally let out a sigh when they disappeared from sight.

“thanks for that. although I’m pretty sure I had it covered.” you felt him look at you as you watched the distance – double checking that they were in fact gone before you left the protection of the stranger.

he chuckled lowly as he shook his head. “looks like you did. but, I thought I’d provide backup just in case.”

but before he could continue, you were already walking away in the opposite direction of the two men. all you had wanted was a damn drink, and by god you were going to get one.

you could hear the faint echo of footsteps behind you, but you tried to push it out of your mind, focusing instead on the door to the bar in front of you. with a swift motion, you yanked it open, stepping inside and hoping to lose the stranger following you.

but when you heard those same footsteps following you in, your patience snapped. you turned around, irritation bubbling to the surface. “are you following me?” you demanded, locking eyes with the man who had been trailing behind you. “do I need to be worried about you too?”

he just chuckled, his casual demeanor only adding to your annoyance. “do you think I owe you something now?” you shot back, trying to keep your tone serious, though it was clear he didn’t take you seriously at all.

his laughter echoed in the small space; a mocking sound that only made your frustration grow. “actually,” he said, his voice steady, “I came back to finish the beer I left to save your ass.” he gestured nonchalantly at a knocked-over bar stool and the half-empty drink sitting nearby, the remnants of the drink he’d been enjoying before the whole mess began.

the heat of embarrassment crept up your neck as you processed his words. “oh.” you mumbled, feeling the awkwardness seep into your skin. "sorry. considering the kind of men I’ve just dealt with, I didn’t know if you were some sleazeball too.”

he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “sleazeball? you sound like my little brother,” he said with a smirk, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

you couldn't help but throw a jab back. “then he has good taste in vocabulary.”

the man’s grin only grew wider, clearly amused by the bite in your tone. his eyes glinted with something like genuine entertainment as he took a step closer. “my name’s Ryomen Sukuna, by the way,” he said, his voice dripping with casual confidence.

you narrowed your eyes, studying him with suspicion. there was something about the way he carried himself that set your nerves on edge. “I don’t know if I’m comfortable giving my full name to a complete stranger,” you replied, your tone a mix of caution and defiance.

Sukuna simply shrugged, as though your response didn’t faze him in the least. “but I just introduced myself, after acting as your knight in shining armor, I might add.” he gave a lazy stretch, his posture relaxed as he leaned against the bar, his gaze fixed on you as if daring you to challenge him further.

you didn’t back down. “that doesn’t mean I know you now,” you said, your eyes still narrowed. you turned away from him, flagging down the bartender who had just started to clean the counter. “a drink. whiskey, neat,” you said, your voice firm as you slid a few bills across the bar.

normally, you wouldn’t dare drink hard liquor on a weekday at five o’clock, but goddamn you needed it now. your nerves were on edge, but a stronger feeling had settled within you since the start of this particular conversation.

he was unbelievably attractive. pierced ears, tattooed skin, and a smile reminiscent of the devil across his lips. so so not your usual type. but then again, your type had cheated on you. Sukuna’s presence was almost overwhelming – strength, confidence or cockiness – the air stilled around him like it was intruding his space.

Sukuna watched you with a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “then get to know me,” he said, his voice low and almost coaxing, as if the idea of you refusing was an amusing thought to him.

you didn’t hesitate in your response. “buy me a drink and I’ll consider it,” you shot back, your tone playful but laced with a challenge. you’d be damned if you’d make it that easy for him, knowing all to well the type of men that seem to flirt with you always turn out to be disgusting.

he raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your boldness, but said nothing as the bartender set your drink down in front of you. it was clear you weren’t going to make things easy for him, but that only seemed to fuel his curiosity.

you were already fascinating him. from Sukuna’s first look at you, ready to stand your ground against two grown men, to now acting defiant against him even as he could see the tension in your shoulders with every sentence you spoke. were you feigning confidence or was it real? he liked the way you talked back to him; it made the conversation more entertaining, and he eased into it with pleasure.

Sukuna’s eyes never left you as you took your drink from the bartender, the smooth amber liquid catching the dim light of the bar. he didn't immediately respond, just leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, a thoughtful expression playing across his features. for a moment, you wondered if he was going to let the challenge slide.

then, to your surprise, he pushed off the bar with a slow, deliberate movement and took a step toward you. his presence felt heavier now, more intense. heat rolled off of him and over you, his cologne drowned your senses. “a drink, huh?” he mused, his voice taking on a playful edge, like he was toying with you. “that’s all it takes to get you to talk to me?”

you took a sip of your whiskey, cringing at the burn as you met his gaze head-on. “depends on the drink,” you replied, the hint of a smirk curling at your lips. you had no intention of giving in that quickly, not when he still felt like a puzzle you weren’t sure you wanted to solve.

Sukuna chuckled softly, the sound deep and almost predatory, like he was enjoying the chase. “I think I can handle that,” he said, raising a hand to signal the bartender. his attention briefly shifted to the man behind the counter, but when it returned to you, his expression had softened, just a fraction, though the amusement never fully left his eyes. “is whiskey your usual, then?” he asked, his tone suddenly more casual, almost conversational.

you tilted your head, considering him for a moment. “I’m not sure it’s the drink I’m worried about,” you said, leaning in just slightly, your voice quieter now. “it’s the company.”

he gave you a look that said he wasn’t fazed by your words, not in the slightest. "trust me," he replied smoothly, "I’m better company than most people you'd find in this place."

he wasn't wrong. there was something undeniably magnetic about him, an energy that drew you in despite your better judgment. you could sense there was more to him than what he was showing, and a part of you couldn’t help but wonder what he was really after.

the bartender placed a fresh drink in front of Sukuna — a glass of something darker, likely whiskey as well, and more expensive than the one you had just ordered. Sukuna didn’t touch it immediately, instead shifting his stance so he was fully facing you, his eyes now narrowing just slightly, as if sizing you up. like you were a snack he wanted to take a bite out of.

"alright, I’ll bite," he said, his voice a low murmur as he watched you closely. “what’s your story?”

you took another sip of your drink, your gaze never leaving his. “maybe I’ll tell you,” you said slowly, deliberately, “but it’s going to cost you more than just a drink.”

Sukuna’s lips curled into another half-smile, his confidence never wavering. “I’m up for the challenge. what’s the price?” his tone had shifted again, all business now, but there was still an edge of that playful intensity behind it.

for the briefest moment, you almost felt like you were playing a game with him, something neither of you had agreed on but that you both instinctively understood. you hesitated, eyes scanning his face for any hint of vulnerability — but there was none.

“get me another round, and we’ll talk,” you finally said, giving him a sly smile that matched the gleam in your eyes.

Sukuna didn’t need another word. he turned away, reaching for the glass, a quiet satisfaction in his movements. he knew the game was far from over, but there was no doubt in his mind that he’d be the one to win it.

you lifted your eyes to meet his, watching him with a mixture of curiosity and caution. he was still an enigma, his expression unreadable, his posture relaxed but with an edge that hinted at something more dangerous beneath.

“you’re a man of few words,” you observed, your voice playful but with an undercurrent of challenge. “or is it that you’re waiting for me to spill my life story?”

he raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by your attempt to provoke him. “I’ve got all the time in the world,” he replied smoothly, voice low and even. you could feel his eyes on you, studying you in a way that made you want to pull back, but also something else—a curiosity, maybe even an unspoken challenge.

you took another sip, avoiding his gaze for a moment. “and what’s in it for me?” you asked, your voice steady but carrying a hint of sarcasm. “why should I bother getting to know you?”

Sukuna’s smile deepened, almost like he was savoring the moment. “because,” he said, his voice now tinged with something a little darker, “I’m not just any stranger. and I think you’ll find out, sooner or later, that I’m worth your time.”

his confidence was almost infuriating, but you couldn’t deny that something about him intrigued you. maybe it was his audacity, or maybe it was the mystery that clung to him like a second skin. or possibly, that he could be the hottest man you’d ever laid eyes on. either way, you weren’t ready to walk away just yet.

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” you replied, a small challenge in your voice, but this time, there was a flicker of curiosity in your gaze too.

Sukuna met your challenge with a steady, unwavering stare, his smirk never fading. “then I guess you’ll just have to stick around and find out, won’t you?”

it wasn’t an offer. it wasn’t even a question. it was a promise. and whether you liked it or not, you were beginning to realize that you might just be caught up in his game—whether you wanted to be or not.

it wasn’t an offer, or even a question. it was a damn promise. whether you realized it, you were beginning to get caught up in his game – it was inevitable.

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tainted-liquor · 1 year ago

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'Tiny hands; Little Baby ...ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ ft. 42Miles

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✩ingredients: Sugar, kisses, and baby powder!

˙⟡TWs: Cussing, Miles speaks mostly Spanish, so ready ur spanishDict

✩A/N: Miles is soft when it comes to his children. Its not ooc, he was based off of MY sisters father. parents usually 'calm down' after having babies. pls don't start complaining

When you think of the ideal father, you usually would think of two types of people. The happy-go-lucky super kind and outgoing person, or someone who balances both fun and order. You never in your life expected to be a mother, or even wanted kids as a matter of fact. But everything changed when you met him. Miles.

Admittedly, when you met in high school shit was rocky. Typical 'anti-social social' kid. Everybody knew him, but nobody was ever able to say they talked to him. But things slowly began to change as the school year passed, and you seemed to pop up more and more in each other's lives. Art projects, a shared interest in graffiti, seating charts in chem, and ending up at the same bodega during the wee hours of the night.

You waltzed into the small store, grabbing a tube of Pringles and a bottle of cherry Faygo. You had a project to get done within the next 5 hours and spent 3 days working nonstop so you wouldn't fail this semester. Your eyes were low and sleepy, your movement was slower than average and it looked like you had been crying. A lot. What is a girl supposed to do when she feels like her life is being drowned out by constant numbers and big words?

You waited by the counter, tapping away on your phone as you waited for the man behind the glass to finish making your chop cheese, slowly raising your head to see who just swung open the door. You made eye contact with Miles for a brief moment, nodding upward as a form of greeting before suddenly being startled. Miles's eyes widened for a moment, taking a tiny step back as he took in how sleepy you looked. Your hoodie wasn't even on properly, one arm completely off your shoulder and exposing a fraction of your black tank top to the world around you. "Well damn, nigga. I know I look like shit but don't make it obvious" you snorted, rolling your eyes as you dropped your head back to your phone screen.

"Oh, my bad. Just not used to seeing you outside of school" he shrugged, making his way to the counter to order his food and standing next to you in silence. You both tapped away on your phones, scrolling through your Instagram while you waited for your sandwich. There was nothing else to it, really. You both waved bye to each other as you left the store, silently building a smidge of a relationship compared to being just strangers. For the most part, it was like that at school too.

There was no real reason to talk to him, outside of a small hallway talk and a nod or a wave. And it stayed like that for a long time, until a random day in the school's library. Miles came strutting through the oak wood doors, seemingly pissed off as he slammed his supplies on a nearby table and started working silently. You side-eyed him, continuing to blast the music in your headphones until you felt a presence begin getting closer to you. You grabbed one of your AirPods, removing it from your ear as Miles stood over you.

"Hmm?" You hummed, looking up at him as you paused your music. He said nothing, only showing you a piece of paper with honors calculus work. "Do you need help?" you asked, scanning over the paper briefly before putting your AirPods in your case. He nodded, letting you take the paper from him as he leaned against the table. "Aight, sit down. I'm only doing one problem though" you muttered, scooting your chair over to make room for Miles.

When Miles left that table, you were closer than normal. You spent the rest of the afternoon helping him 'study' (talking to each other while he finished his work) and exchanging numbers and Instagram. "Good luck with your test!" You smiled, waving from across the room as he left the library. He gave you a nod before swiftly exiting, leaving people asking you left and right "What's Miles like?" You didn't think anything of it, at all.

You never would have imagined that that same boy would be the father of your child almost ten years later.

“MILES!” You shouted as loud as humanly possible. “SÍ? QUÉ HICE??” He shouted back from the kitchen. “MY FUCKING WATER BROKE START THE CAR!” You yelled as you stared down in absolute shock. And it was absolute chaos from there. Miles was practically stumbling out of the house as he ran to start the car, muttering curses as he ran up to get you out of your shared room.

Unfortunately for Miles, he had no idea what was happening. He was terrified but tried to be as supportive as possible through the entire situation. He was out cold for most of the delivery, having fainted 10 minutes in from anxiety. "Sir? SIR-!"

BOOM

But other than that, everything went amazing! He cried for 20 whole minutes when he got to hold his beautiful baby girl. "W-what...sniffle... are you going to...sob...name h-her, love?" he asked between a puddle of tears. You took a good look at your baby through soaked eyes, realizing she was born...quiet. She had one green eye, and one dark brown eye that was taken right from her father's face, a cute little button nose, and a head full of placenta-permed hair. She cried once the entire birth and remained silent the rest of the way, just like her nonchalant-ass daddy. "I'm thinkin' about...Asomi" you replied before bursting out in tears, causing Miles to burst even further into tears.

You attempted to reach for your baby, earning a watery glare from your boyfriend. "Nigga I JUST PUSHED HER OUT! GIMME MY BABY!" you giggled as you attempted to grab your daughter. "nuh-uh. I'm not done holding her" he retorted, flashing you a middle finger as he held Asomi even closer. "Miles Gonzalo Morales."

"Lo siento. Te amo mucho. Tú eres muy bonita y inteligente" he quickly replied as he handed your daughter over.

And from that moment forward, everything in Miles's life revolved around his beautiful family. He spent hours rambling on and on to 'Omi', as he calls her, about anything under the sun. "Entonces," Miles began as he attempted to give 'Omi a sink bath. "Tú mami me dijo que necesito hablar más inglés a ti. I won't though, cuz you're my lil princess" he whispered as he curved Omi's hair into a bubbly mohawk and giggled like a child. He played with the bubbly water, pretending to be one of the countless tiny rubber duckies she had floating around in the water.

"Alright, c'mon. Necesito vestir tú antes consigue frío" he giggled as he put the kid in a prowler onesie you told him not to buy. He blew raspberries on Asomi's little belly, earning adorable giggles from his daughter as he carried the tiny baby with one arm. He cleaned up some of the toys on the floor, briefly pushing them inside the toy bin before grabbing the tiny purple pacifier and soft wooly lamb-lamb plush. Omi clung to his shirt, laying her head on his shoulder as she held the tiny lamb-lamb plushie. Miles kissed her on the forehead, sat down on the couch, and fell asleep with Omi dozing off right beside him.

You came home to two of your two favorite people in the world snuggled up on the couch. Omi's tiny hand gripped Miles's shirt as Miles held her like an inmate protecting his tray. You giggled to yourself, snapping a quick pic for the memories before joining their 'nap circle'.

"G'night, pretty babies" you whispered, pressing kisses on both of their cheeks.

"Mmh...noches."

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savs-sims98 · 3 months ago

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One Sunny Afternoon

Premise: Astarion and Sylvannah find a nice spot alone in the woods; where he discovers his love is in heat.

I have been under the weather the past two weeks and this is my placebo pill week. I just needed to write some smut(˶°ᴗ° ) !!

Astarion X OC

| 18+,fluff, woman in heat, smut, mentions of pregnancy, angst, breeding kink |

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Astarion watched Sylvannah as they lay together. They had snuck away for the afternoon to have some time alone. She looked gorgeous in the sun; her body lay out on a pale green quilt. Sylvannah had her eyes closed. He watched how her eyes moved slowly under her eyelids. Astarion moved a cool hand to touch her warm face.

As Sylvannah let out a small sigh he snaked his body down next to her. He wrapped his arms around her body laying his head on her chest. He squeezed her tight to his body.

"Darling, you are so warm.." Astarion hummed as he nuzzled closer to her emerald frame.

Sylvannah finally opened her eyes and turned to face Astarion placing a soft kiss on his head. "It's such a lovely day, the sun is quite warm."

There was something else. Astarion couldn't help but get even closer to her. He lifted his head and buried his face in the crook of his love's neck. As he did he worked a cold hand between her thighs. Sylvannah began to moan in her throat and he could feel it against his face. There was something that caught him off guard. Not that it didn't drive him wild to feel how wet he could make Sylvannah, but she was practically dripping. Her eyes met his and she could see the look on his face.

"Astarion, you kept bringing up my scent all morning. You can't tell I'm in heat?" she practically whimpered.

Astarion paused for a moment. Then Sylvannah could see his eyes sparkle with excitement and a sly grin appear. He acted quicker than she could react. Moving on top Astarion slinked down her body keeping her stare. His hands danced up her thighs pushing her dress up. His fingers dug into the skin of her soft ass as his head dipped down between her legs. His hot stare gone in an instant. Sylvannah was now left staring at the sky and the trees.

It felt incredible, his cold tongue drawing circling around her damp folds. Sylvannah moved a hand to run through his white locks. She could feel him moan against her heat. She yelped out starting to feel herself let go. Astarion gripped tighter, catching every drop of her essence on his tongue.

Then, Astarion got up and removed his items of clothing. All the while returning that hot gaze back onto his lover. "My love, why didn't you tell me sooner. You know I love the taste of you when you're body is like this."

She looked nice; her braids falling out and her face flushed with passion. Once he lay back down he got on his side bringing Sylvannah against his body.

"Oh, Astarion that feels so nice, I'm so.." Sylvannah moaned throwing her head back against him.

Gently Astarion took his hand and returned it back to her slick heat. She was becoming quite the sight in his arms. Her eyes were hooded and her mouth hung open as she worked to breathe through the rush of pleasure. He could feel her body begin to tense against his. Astarion was beginning to sweat now. He watched her face closely as she came catching her in his hand.

He nuzzled his face against hers softly and whispered in her ear. "I love you. Hells, Sylvannah you're such an extraordinary woman.

Sylvannah gasped at the feeling of Astarion's hard cock flexing against her folds. He wanted her so bad doing it over and over. He knew she loved it. Sometimes she'd ask him to do it while she sat on his lap at camp; in front of everyone.

She positioned her hips and as she did his dick slid right in her heat. Astarion moaned grabbing onto her arm and biting her shoulder. His mind raced at the idea of his goddess in heat.

"Sylvannah, oh..I'm gonna knock you up.." he whimpered as he unlatched from her shoulder. He could feel her come at that statement.

His pace began to slow. Astarion held her close pumping in and out of her intently. Not in a teasing manner. He was trying to see just how deep inside her he could get.

Sylvannah turned to look at him and his eyes were filled with desire. She could tell it was beyond lust or basic romance. It was a desire to see her ripe with child. Ever since they had agreed to do so; he'd been feral on these days of the month. She reached a hand to hold his face.

"Astarion, I love you too. I love getting to love you so fiercely and completely." Sylvannah stated as she felt him lose control.

Astarion's hips bucked against hers and she moaned deeply at the sensation. He was so deep she could feel the hot ropes shooting inside. Sylvannah couldn't help, but come herself. They held onto each other in the dappled light of the trees and summer air.

As the two came down from their highs Astarion pulled her close to him wrapping the quilt around them. He gently rubbed her back and she kissed his chest. He laughed at the feeling of her nose tickling his chilled yet damp skin.

"Well, this is a bit of a love burrito!" Sylvannah chuckled as she looked up at him. She could feel his other arm move and his hand caressed her stomach lightly.

"Sylvannah, darling, I just.. I love you so dearly and to think that someday you'd carry my children. Thank you. I can't find the exact words, but I do know I'll never look at you the way Gortash did. Bearing my child would be a gift and being the mother to my children would mean everything to me." Astarion said softly looking his love deep in her eyes.

"Astarion, you are such a good man. I think you would make a great father. I didn't want children with Gortash because of his nature. You are not like him. We may both be cunning and resourceful, but we are nothing like him. Our babes would be great people I think." Sylvannah said grabbing Astarion and kissing him tenderly.

For the rest of the afternoon, they laid out in that quilt. Talking about their future life in the Underdark and how they would decorate a home together; and eventually a nursery.

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blingblong55 · 2 years ago

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What abt one where reader is the sunshine of 141, like after a tough mission she goes around base doing acts of kindness. like for example she goes to price and hands him a pack of cigars bc he ran out of his or something like that? Idk it sounds cute but idk how to write so pretty please do this for this thirsty child of sin

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Golden-141

I've been wanting to write this one for a while now..so I hope you enjoy it!

F!reader, platonic! relationship. (remember that you can always discard the mention of female pronouns!!)

After one of the toughest mission 141 dealt, the guys were seriously our of energy. R/n decided to take this matter into her own hands. She hated to see her guys all quiet and tired. So for the past week she's been leaving gifts for them around base.

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It all started with Price, he seemed to have lost his last sparkle of kindness. She went into the city and found a pack of cigars, the same ones he'd been talking about before the mission. "They are the best, wish I could have one right now." It was something that was meant to be forgotten. But its you, you just couldn't get past it, eventually when you found them, you hid them in his offices desk. That day he had to make some tough calls to some soldiers mothers. You knew not to bother him, so you left a note: "I know it's been a difficult one captain, so here's a little something for a cool ol'man like you. :)"

Once he sat on his chair he spotted the box, that was neatly wrapped, you even went through the trouble of finding wrapping paper with cigars on them.

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Your next guy was Gaz, he had it somewhat tough. But you know better than that. He was after all a brother to you, so you know what had to be done. He had been talking about some old movie he enjoyed as a kid a few months back. You knew from the moment he talked about it that you have to find it.

And for months on end you went to every shop, whether that was in a country you were deployed in or your home town. After some search you found it. The day you decided he had to receive it, you looked all around base for him. Until you heard the boys walk into the chow hall. That's when you ran out and decided to get in his room to put the film on his TV. Once you knew the movie was seconds from starting you ran out and made Gaz chase you. It was rough on you, considering you had receive some injury while on the field. But it didn't matter as long as you made him smile.

When you two reached his room, the movie started playing. He paused for a second when he heard the main character speak. Then his eyes landed on you. "You remembered?" his voice so soft and clear. You nodded, "you said that was one of the few times you felt happy and I wanted to see you smile again." He walked up to you and hugged you.

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Then soap came to mind. You thought so hard for what could cheer him up. There was so much he had told you since he met you. "R/n d'ya ever miss the pubs back home?" he quietly spoke one night, you looked at him. "Lots"

But the problem was that no one could leave base tonight. So you ordered lots of alcohol, with permission of Price of course. You made sure to make the chow hall dark and with hints of smoke. something you put price to. He had been in there all day smoking and puffin'. "I'm I done here?" he would ask but every time the answer was 'no.'

You made sure Ghost was the bartender and Gaz the guy always asking for more. Once everyone was in place, you walked over to soap who was talking to some soldiers. They had been asking stupid questions to keep him occupied. Another ask from you. "c'mere soap, Ghost is calling for a meeting." You covered his eyes, "this isn't a meetin' is it?" "nope...its kidnapping"

He walked inside and the smell hit him. "Surprise y'are back in SCOTLANDDD!!" you cheerfully spoke with a terrible impression of his accent. He turned to you and hugged you. "It may not be home, but hey, home is wherever, no" you shyly whispered against him. "Thank ya' r/n." "Anything for my big tiny fella. Now lets drink...Bartender!!" "Shut it" ghost responded.

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Ghost didn't say much about what he enjoyed when off duty. Except that he loves Kentucky bourbon. So a week after he told you that there was one place he loved the drink it at, you started to call the place, asking for a bottle of their best Kentucky bourbon. You tried to give little information to buy their drink. And after much hesitation from them, they gave up and sent you one.

You had occupied him with some activity you needed to bail out of. Your excuse was your period was bitchin' around. He understood and took your place. You made him room all cozy, placed the bottle on his desk and left a note: "Hey L.t. what does an alcoholic like...kentucky bourbon! Please enjoy it, you deserve a taste of home :)"

You soon left his room, but later that day he hunted you down and hugged you. "How'd you know?" he softly spoke. "It was something you mention, I remember because you spoke about it with such kindness..thought..maybe he needs this." you answered.

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REQUEST ARE OPEN!

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brynnterpretations · 3 months ago

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Hi! I'd love a bowers gang ship request for my IT OC Marilyn Fenix! I have a bio page for her that might be easier to read rather than me sending her info all here if that's okay ! The banner has a few tabs that I hope help <3

https://venuscheered.carrd.co

As a side note, I've really liked seeing your IT OCs as of late! I'm such a sucker for fan characters!

Thank you so much for the ship, kind words, and sharing your wonderful OC! I didn't check out the bonds list because I didn't want to be biased, so I hope it's fine if the "meeting" section doesn't align with anyone in the gang! (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

I ship Marilyn Fenix with...

Henry Bowers ♡

Boyfriend

GIF Source: @pennywise-fucker ★ (link)

Henry and Marilyn likely have known each other since there are children — after all, Derry is a tiny town. Throughout it all, Henry and Marilyn honestly hadn't interacted much; while Henry thought she was pretty when she was younger, and enjoyed her former timidity, as the two of them grew older, their social circles completely changed. However, he never really stopped looking at Marilyn. It wasn't intentional; he did it to all the girls at school who he thought were "bangable", but with Marilyn, it was a bit different. She was the kindest person he'd met around Derry, but there was an inherent unattainability to her: her seeming perfection made him feel insecure, causing him to project a quality of "stuckupness" to her.

In a twist of fate, the two were paired as tablemates in English, and later, partners. Henry does not talk to her at first; when she says hi, he'll say it back, sure, but if she asks him about his day or anything, even, it's always a one-word answer. Our boy Henry is not a man of words. But...

Henry's awful at English, and regardless of Marilyn's abilities, she's 100% going to be leagues better than Henry. Because of that, he starts engaging with Marilyn more — though mainly because of Marilyn's consistent kindness towards him. She's never too pushy, but still offers him help with classwork when she sees him struggling, and even sometimes gets a tiny exhale of a chuckle from him.

Time goes by with them exchanging some awkward words that eventually turn into more sentences on Henry's end. By that point, they're paired together for a Fahrenheit 451 project. Henry does not fuck with this. Marilyn fucks with this better. As such, Marilyn takes the lead, much to Henry's gratitude, though he doesn't show it. He just sits there, occasionally giving a single nod as Marilyn talks about the project, letting her do all the work.

They begin getting closer through this, particularly because of the form: a massive trifold, which is impractical to work on at school. Marilyn, bless her, proposes her house to work at, which relieves Henry so much. As such, they begin meeting whenever the two of them have the time. Henry would immediately feel out of place in her home, and, noticing his anxiety, Marilyn would never call it out, only doing things to subtly make him feel more comfortable.

This would make Henry soften to her even more as they continued to work on their project. As they continued to work together, Marilyn would definitely be able to notice small cracks in Henry's exterior. Still, she doesn't push him, something Henry desperately needs in any sort of romantic relationship. As they continue to spend time at Marilyn's house, they'd have a lot of more organic conversations that flow far more naturally than the ones at school. He's not a big talker, of course, but he'd start talking a lot more willingly, though not sharing much about himself.

Eventually, Henry and her begin hanging out outside of her house, particularly after a rough day of Henry's. After getting into a rather vicious spat with the school janitor, Henry ended up in detention, only getting out after Marilyn's cheer practice had ended. Upon seeing his face, which looked more like a kicked puppy than anything, Marilyn — bless her soul — came over to talk to him, even if out of sight of the rest of the cheer team (maybe intentionally, maybe unintentionally). Henry asks, without making it clear that it was any sort of date as the romantic he is not, asks if she'd want to come with him to the quarry.

And... she does. The two head to the quarry, sitting below the bridge that overlooks the quarry, staring into nothingness. It's not uncomfortable, though. The two talk about Henry's awful day, which Marilyn makes him feel better about, as well as talking about other things: Marilyn's involvement on the cheer team, the things she does for fun, and maybe even her family.

Eventually, these hang-outs become a regular occurrence, and finally, Henry asks her if she'd like to come to a bonfire the Bowers Gang hosts every month at Victor's house.

She comes, and things just feel... right. The Bowers Gang are quite nice to her, excluding Patrick being weird ("that your eye candy for the night?" followed by a disgusting Hockstetter-signature cackle), and there's plenty of beer: something that may likely contribute to Marilyn's substance abuse issues.

When they're both drunk and getting ready to leave — Belch is the sober-monitor for the night but is incredibly forgetful, and has to find his keys — Henry initiates the first kiss. It's clumsy — Henry has not had any romantic interests that have led to any skill — but it's as sweet as a kiss from Bowers could possibly be.

Henry's wishy-washy about immediately putting a label on their relationship, and I'd imagine Marilyn might be too; Bowers is basically a walking hazard label, but could be used as leverage against her parents (though that's not to say she'd be using him), so she'd have a lot of mixed feelings, while Henry would simply not feel too much rush to make things official.

After about a month, though, Henry asks her point-blank if she'd like to be his girlfriend. Marilyn says yes. Queue flying doves and falling petals and beautiful lighting.

Just kidding! It's at the quarry, and it smells like wet grass.

Once dating, Marilyn would both be and provide a safe haven for Henry, and he'd spend a lot of time at her place to escape his father. He'd slowly be able to ease into physical intimacy with her, even letting her hold him sometimes. I could also see her patching him up when he's hurt, and being a borderline mother figure for him, because... trauma.

Henry would be understanding of her frustration with her family, considering Butch only pays attention to him when he's abusing him, but would be irritated with it too. How he sees it, Marilyn's getting fed and going to bed without any blotches or marks on her torso; after a tough day, if she mentioned it, he would 100% would blow up on her.

However, I don't see him physically hurting her. While Henry has no qualms with hitting girls in relationships, especially because his father taught him that it was how to "keep a woman in her place", I can't imagine Marilyn ever pushing him enough to get him to that point. It would probably just be some awful arguments that left Marilyn crying, and Henry simply... leaving the room.

Still, he'd make it up in his own ways: being slightly more caring and gentle, though never apologizing directly. This could also lead to some arguments if Marilyn ever spoke up about it.

Henry would also be super possessive over her, and might even become jealous of her cheerleading. They would go to parties a lot, and if he saw a guy looking at her in any way, shit would go down.

But, back to the nice stuff: Henry's a shower rather than a teller, and would always do his best to give her small trinkets, be there for her physically, and make space for her, be it in Belch's car, parties, or general Bowers Gang hangouts.

And that brings us to...

Bowers Gang ☻

Friends

GIF Source: @pennywise-fucker ★ (link)

Henry wouldn't have any qualms about introducing her to the gang. He is obsessed with coming off as tough and masculine, so he wouldn't even really think of the implications it could have on Marilyn's social status unless he noticed she was trying to avoid being seen with them (which, if that happened, would lead to a massive argument).

So, if all goes well: they'd all end up your friends (though Patrick's personal definition of "friend" varies wildly from the standard). Henry would likely insist in a Henry way of her riding home with them, essentially just saying, "get in" — he's not a charmer

Belch would have a massive crush on Marilyn, which he would be terrified of; with Henry, that's essentially a death sentence. Because of that, he'd be cordial.

However, he would definitely drunkenly talk to her whenever they went to parties — never confessing his feelings for her, but being far more open than he'd had before, and getting to know more about her and her life.

Queue super cute conversations between the two of them; maybe not romantic, but still, cute, platonically (though not on Belch's end, painfully; bless his heart).

Now, Patrick... he's gross. He's attracted to basically every type of girl, and finds "goody-two-shoes", happy-go-lucky, sweet girls very, very fun. He'd not just make weird comments to her when she was around, but he'd try to test her boundaries: getting her to smoke, encouraging her to shoplift, and trying to make her say words she'd never usually say (E.G., if she doesn't curse, try to get her to).

If Henry saw this, he would immediately put a stop to it, so he pretty much only does it when Henry's not around. However, I could see Marilyn possibly going along with some of Patrick's suggestions.

And, once he sees that? She's good in the gang. He's got a huge thing for corruption, and he loves to see it in Marilyn.

Also, he would 100% steal her cheerleading stuff to fuck with her. He sucks.

Due to Belch's crush and Patrick's general instability, I think Victor would be her closest friend in the gang. He's the most intuitive of the gang, so he'd pick up on the substance abuse issues that Henry does not, and gently try to make sure she's not drinking too much and trying to avoid having too much alcohol or weed around her on non-weekend days.

Marilyn is very easy to talk to, which is nice for Victor; he's not shy, just introverted, and having someone who has such ease in conversations is nice. They talk about everything; their home lives, music they like, their plans for the future, everything.

He, too, also becomes quietly protective of Marilyn, shooting Patrick dirty looks or even telling him to fuck off when he tries to pressure Marilyn, even comforting Marilyn if she ever came to him about Henry's hot-and-cold behavior, so on and so forth.

It's a rare pure friendship when it comes to the Bowers Gang, and I love to see.

As a group, they'd all do a lot together: bonfires, parties, late night junkyard trips to unload steam on random garbage, and occasionally diners (though most refuse service to the Bowers Gang due to their tendency to dine-and-dash).

So, all in all: Marilyn's got some guys who would drop everything for her (excluding Patrick, who's just there to escalate, let's be real), and I'm glad she's got that, even with the highs and lows there are with Henry. Stay safe, girl, and don't let Hockstetter be around you alone.

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alwaysmoncheri · 1 year ago

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𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒

pairings ❧ steve harrington x reader

summary ❧ nancy, jonthan, and (y/n) investigate the strange events that keep occurring in their small town

warnings ❧ female!reader, shit writing, implications of sex

word count ❧ 1k

additional notes ❧ none ´･ᴗ･`

The day seems to drag on incessantly as I drown in my own pool of sorrow.

As I'm sitting at lunch, Tommy and Carol crack their typical 'humorous' remarks, triggering an unsettling feeling within me.

"I still think that creep killed him." Tommy says referring to Jonathan while spooning food into his mouth.

"He's such a freak." Carol comments, laughing.

Steve shoots his friends a look before he glances at me with a concerned expression. To my surprise, he rests his hand on my thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze, leaving it there, before returning to his food.

Steve doesn't bring up what happened last night.

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"The brown current ran swiftly out of the heart of darkness, bearing us down towards the sea with twice the speed of our upward progress. And Kurtz's life was running swiftly, too—"

I slump in my seat, absorbing this incredibly boring lecture as the day reaches its conclusion. Suddenly the office lady walk in and halts the teacher's speech.

Thank god.

"(Y/n) Henderson and Nancy Wheeler? If you would come with me, please," She says motioning for us to walk with her.

With exhaustion dragging me down, I rise from my chair and shuffle after the lady through the classroom door to the empty cafeteria - a tense scene awaiting. There, Mrs. Wheeler sits, across from two officers, who look at Nancy and I with stern expressions, which causes my heart to quicken with anticipation.

Nancy sits down next to her mom and I sit myself down next to Nancy.

"We're here to discuss the whereabouts of your friend, Barbra Holland." One of the deputies says, with a notepad in hand.

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"So, this argument you and Barbra had... What exactly was it about?" The officer, Powell asks.

"It wasn't really an argument..." Nancy says hesitantly, "Barb just wanted to leave. I didn't, so, I... I told her to just go home."

"Then what?" Powell asks.

"Then I went upstairs to put on some dry clothes." Nancy continues.

"And the next day," Powell says, "You guys went back and saw, a bear, you're thinking?"

"We don't know what it was... but we think..." I pipe in, "We think maybe it took, Barb."

"You need to check behind Steve's house—" Nancy starts.

"We did. There's nothing there." The other officer, Callahan, says shaking his head, "There's no sign of a bear."

"And there's no car." Powell finishes.

"What?" I say, as Nancy and I glance at each other.

"Look, we figure that Barbra came back last night and then she took off, went somewhere else." Callahan says.

"Has she ever talked to either of you about running off?" Powell asks, "Leaving town, maybe?"

"No," Nancy says shaking her head, "No, Barb wouldn't do that, ever."

"She wasn't maybe upset about the fact that you were spending time with this boy?" Powell asks, "Uh, Steve Harrington?"

"What? No." Nancy says uncomfortably.

"Maybe she was jealous because she saw you go up to Steve's room?" Callahan presses and Mrs. Wheeler looks at Nancy pointedly.

"It wasn't like that." Nancy argues.

"Like what?" Callahan asks.

"Steve and me... We're..." Nancy's starts, "We're just friends. We just talked."

Callahan looks down at his notes and I avert my gaze to the window, hiding my jealousy.

"Now was this before or after you changed out of your clothes?"

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After riding my bike home, I grab a snack from the fridge as the phone begins to ring. I walk over to the phone holding it between my shoulder and ear. Opening the wrapper for my snack, I take a bite while answering the call.

"Henderson residence." I say into the phone.

"(Y/n)?" I hear Jonathan's voice through the speaker.

"This is she," I reply.

"Uh, could you help me with something?" He says hesitantly.

"Of course, what is it?" I ask, leaning against the wall.

"I need to organize Will's funeral and I just can't do it alone." He responds solemnly.

"Oh..."

"You don't have to, I just—"

"No, no, it's okay Jonathan," I say, reassuring the boy, "Pick me up in ten minutes?"

"Okay."

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Jonathan arrives at my house approximately ten minutes later. As he drives us to the funeral home, my thoughts wander to the difference between riding with him and sitting in Steve's car. Jonathan's car is cold and bleak while Steve's car is warm and causes my emotions to buzz with excitement.

Jonathan pulls up outside the funeral home and we both head inside. An old man greets us with a sad smile and guides us over to view the available caskets.

"It's made of soft wood with a crepe interior," The old man says gently, "Uh, now, I don't know what your budget is but over there, we have copper and bronze." He says leading us over to more caskets.

Nancy walks in through the entrance, her steps slow and hesitant. Jonathan and I notice her arrival, prompting her to offer us a wave that mirrors her anxious demeanor.

"Can you just give us a second?" Jonathan stammers before we walk over to Nancy.

"Of course." The man says kindly.

"Hey." Jonathan greets.

"Hey, Nance." I say.

"Hey..." She says, "Your mom, um... she said you'd be here."

"I just... can we talk for a second?" Nancy continues nervously.

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"It looks like it could be some kind of perspective distortion, but I wasn't using the wide angle." Jonathan says looking at the taped picture Nancy hands him after we sit down on a bench.

"I don't know. It's weird" He continues handing the picture back to Nancy.

"And you're sure you didn't see anyone else out there?" Nancy asks.

"No." Jonathan replies, "She was there one second and then, um... gone. I figured she bolted."

"The cops think that she ran away." Nancy says sadly, "But they don't know Barb."

"And we went back to Steve's... and we thought we saw something..." I say.

Some weird man or...I don't know what it was." Nancy finishes with a sigh before looking at Jonathan.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here today." She stands, "I'm so sorry."

"What did he look like?" Jonathan says abruptly.

"What?" Nancy asks turning back around.

"This man you guys saw in the woods." Jonathan says, "What'd he look like?" He repeats.

"I don't know," Nancy stammers, "It was almost like he... he didn't have—"

"Didn't have a face?"

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kairiscorner · 1 year ago

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when i found out jess' va was president barbie i knew i had to make this.

that's because they're dreamhouses. – jessica drew fic

a/n: me? having a crush on issa rae and the characters she plays? nah ,,, ok maybe a little (◕ᴗ◕✿)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

jess was taking care of mayday since peter b was off handling some anomalies, she had the day off and had decided to spend it with her honorary niece, mayday. she had gifted the little one with a set of barbie dolls she found at a toy shop she passed by one day, and the infant was enthralled by how shiny, pretty, and pink the barbies were. she chewed on a few of them, almost shoved a barbie's head in her mouth, but jess prevented that from happening and showed her how she played with barbies as a young girl.

she taught mayday how to use the hairbrush, how to accessorize and dress her barbie up, and showed her the little dreamhouse she had as a young girl that she hoped mayday would play with. once mayday had gotten used to brushing the doll's hair and was starting to find it fun, jess smiled a little and played with her, making little scenarios with mayday and teaching her new words and introducing her to all kinds of barbies.

ben reilly walked by the room they were in and did a double take, stepping backwards and asked himself if he was really seeing this–jessica drew was playing barbie dolls with mayday. jessica drew, the no-nonsense co-leader of the spider society, was playing with barbie dolls. jess had noticed ben staring and looked at him with the smile faded from her face, she raised an eyebrow up at him. "can i help you?" she asked him as he tried to appear cool and unfazed. "yeah, um... why're you playing with dolls?" he asked her with an eyebrow raise of his own. "what? she likes them, i'll play with her if i want to." she answered him as she made her barbie bounce along with mayday's barbie, the two of them having a kind of wacky dance off together. jess' smile widened as they played together, with ben looking at the two of them incredulously. "no way are you playing... dollhouse with her." he said with slight envy in his tone.

jess looked at him, now slightly irritated at him for what he was insinuating. "one, it's a dreamhouse, motherfucker. two, yes way i am playing with her, she likes it, so we're playing it. and three... do you want to play, too?" she asked him as mayday giggled and reached for a beach ken doll, handing it to ben, who looked at the infant with bright eyes and a surprise face. he tried to resist it at first, but he gave in to his want–he really, really yearned to play with them. "okay, fine. just for a bit." he said as he sat down next to them and received the ken doll mayday handed him.

the two of them played together and acted out all sorts of scenarios with the barbies and ken they had, with ben being a little too overdramatic with their roleplays, but nonetheless, was a very fun experience for them all over all. when miguel came back to talk to jess and ben about a runaway anomaly, he stopped in his tracks and narrowed his eyes as he witness them... playing with barbies. "why are you guys playing dollhou–" "they're dreamhouses, motherfucker."

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snoozepotato · 2 years ago

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We’ll Be Fine -13- (Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x f!Reader)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the original source material or any of its characters.

she/her pronouns

Category: slice of life, slow burn, mutual pining

Warnings: awkward, embarrassment, love confession, kissing, teasing, FLUFF

Masterlist

Summary: After finding out Ghost is leaving for a while you accidentally confess your feelings, let's say he's more than a little pleased. ( ˵ •̀ ᴗ •́˵)

Part 13

~STORM~

When he showed up today offering to walk you back to your room, the gesture seemed a bit unusual. It’s just that you’d been seeing a lot of him today, not that you were complaining. You’d finished up a bit early so the halls hadn’t quite cleared out yet, but walking beside his grim figure you felt at ease.

Ghost’s never been the most talkative guy, but something seemed off today. Besides an initial greeting, he had said little of anything, and you’d been mulling over the potential causes the entire day. In moments like these, you wished your social skills were a touch sharper. Instead, you’re just quietly sauntering off toward your room, the air thick between you. Words tumbling around your brain but lacking the audacity to just spit them out.

You’d been studying him out of the corner of your vision, how his pace slowed well before your door came into view. This rather standoffish demeanor, despite clearly wanting to be near you, you just wished he would tell you what was wrong. Your thoughts are halted as he turns towards you, dark eyes catching yours.

There’s a storm raging within them.

“I’ll be gone for a few weeks.” There’s a long pause. “Leaving asap,” the last bit spoken quieter.

“It's alright, I would have probably figured it out after a few days of not seeing you.” Having spent more time pondering the situation than choosing your phrasing, the statement comes out rigid. As though you’d plucked the wrong cue card from your clutter-filled head. Though true, you hadn’t meant for it to sound so disinterested.

He doesn’t normally tell you this kind of stuff…

“Thought you’d wanna know,” he says in an earnest tone that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

This unanticipated hurt erupts in his eyes, and you're left clawing through your mind for something to atone for the unforeseen damage of your words. That 1000-yard stare of his drifts off down the hallway, far away. Panic-stricken, you blurt out the first thing strewn from your thrashing heart.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to the people I love telling me when they’re leaving.” It slips out before you even realize what you’ve done.

Dread setting in and your gaze becomes wide and fixated on the ground in front of you. Lips still parted, internally mortified by your untimely confession. Feeling as though all the heat had drained from your body in one fell swoop. Cold with shrinking fear, before color slowly starts blossoming in your face, radiating outward to envelop your chest in a gripping fervor. Heart puttering away as embarrassment seeps through you.

After recovering from the initial blow of your own confession, you fumble to unlock and open the door. He’d relayed his message, maybe if you retreated quietly he’d forget this and you could scrape by with a shred of dignity. Your thoughts race as you reach out to flick on the light in your night-shaded room. Anything to break the unbearable tension of your own doing, but he’s now standing right in front of you.

“Don’t shut me out this time,” he asserts, breaching the entryway to take a slow step forward, backing you into the room. Locked in his gaze, you’re starkly unaware as he reaches past you to flick the light back off.

The storm had cleared in his eyes.

As you’re plunged into darkness, stunned and disoriented, his solid form collides with yours. Mask bunched up over his nose to capture you in a brief but heated kiss. You’re lost in him, mouth hot against yours, his hand buried in your hair. Just barely out of the hallway but concealed behind the wall of his back. There’s that fleeting itch again, to draw him further into the room.

But it’s gone in an instant, as he pulls away.

“So embarrassed when you let your heart do the talking,” he tuts, heated breath against your cheek. Parting from your disheveled form, as you stand there flustered and breathless.

Caressing the top of your head as he withdrawals, you catch a fleeting glimpse of his lingering smile before he’s shrouded once again.

“See you in a few weeks, love,” his closing words before he disappears into the hallway as if nothing happened.

“Be safe,” you hastily call after him.

After THAT, this felt like some kind of cruel payback… Left standing alone in the quiet of your room, releasing a heavy breath as the overwhelming pressure slips from you.

“RUDE,” you grumble, turning the light back on and shutting the door. Sitting down at your desk and slumping forward onto the surface, face buried in your crossed arms.

You’d never felt so touch-starved in your life.

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starry-nights12 · 2 years ago

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There's No Remedy For Memory

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Relationship:Ekko/Jinx (Timebomb)

Word Count: 3,731

Tags:Mutaual Pinning,Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending,Firelight Member Jinx (League of Legends), Brief Mention of Violence

Summary:What would you do if your friend mourned over someone you hated?

That's the predicament Ekko is in when Jinx wants a friend as she misses Silco.

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This fic is based on my post!

Credit for the title goes to @creativepromptsforwriting

Big thanks to @mycomfortblanket for editing this!🥰❤️

You can listen to the fic's playlist while you read!

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The budding community below was jovial and laughing together, Jinx had preferred to lay on the lone tree branch away from the commotion. Her ponytail hung over the edge, along with her leg swinging.

The butterfly knife's sharp blade gracefully twirled around her hand with ease.

Silco had an affinity for knives.

After showing her the tricks he mastered with the butterfly knife she wanted him to teach her how.

Her second favorite was the 16-inch hunting knife she brought to the shimmer raids.

When the mission requires more stealth; she sneaks up behind one of the guards and slits their throat. Or during a fight, she would dodge attacks and see her chance, she stabbed them in the stomach.

She would clean the knife to stick it in her desk until the next raid: Just like how Silco had the knife he used to kill Vander -and almost her- idly in his desk at The Last Drop.

She stared at the shark she had drawn on the blade and smiled wistfully. It was fascinating how a common household appliance could be used to watch the life leave people's eyes.

The tell-tale sound of cheering alerted her that The Firelights arrived home safe and sound.

She pocketed the knife in her black shorts and climbed down the tree branches.

Over the crowd, Ekko spotted her and smiled at the blue-haired woman jogging towards him."Hey,"

"Hi," She gave him a quick hug and delicately took the items from his hand with a tentative smile. "You remembered...!"

"I told you I'd get them,” He assured.

She stroked the box fondly with affection in her gaze, she exhaled deeply as her smile wanted.

She hugged the items to her chest. Her lips started quivering and blinked away the oncoming tears.

Some people eyed her peculiarly but a glare from Ekko made the onlookers avert their gaze and walk away.

Jinx used her sleeve to swipe at her eyes. She bit her lip and looked almost timidly at him, "Do you-" She cleared her throat and then sniffled, swiping under her nose, "Do you want to hang out with me?"

Before the Firelights left the base for the market Jinx handed Ekko a small piece of paper:

★Cigars

♡Ashtray

•ᴗ•Jazz records

-JINX✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

Ekko had looked confused. "Since when did you start smoking?"

Jinx frowned and then held her arm, "I don't...it's stuff he used to have."

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Ekko stood outside her room as she told him to. He was the only one that came by to knock on her door whenever he wanted to talk to her.

However, this would be the first time he would be inside her room. There was no reason for him to be in it anyway.

Her diary lay open on her bed. Some days her mental health was worse, while lightheartedness was sprinkled within the pages.

E +J=♡, Jinx♡Ekko, Ekko♡Jinx, Ekko♡♡♡♡

She drew stick figures of them holding hands and kissing with hearts scribbled.

Her monkey mask sat on top of the dresser amongst black & white polaroids

She and Ekko were sitting on the ground. He was leaning against her with her braid on his upper lip. She had an arm around his shoulder, flipping off the camera with both hands while wearing a wide grin.

After her first successful mission as a Firelight, she took a picture of them when they got back to the home base. They were still wearing their mask and she and Ekko held out the rock’n’roll signs.

Scar and Ekko can be so serious that it was no wonder those two were best friends. They can be so utterly boring that they could put her to sleep.

One of her favorite past times was messing with them. She snapped the picture of the two men seconds after her glitter bomb went off.

Despite their complaints, it was hilarious.

And a couple of photos of Porofessor. Heimendinger was nice enough to let her hug it and take the picture.

The last one was just for herself.

Ekko had let her take this photo of him.

He was in his white tank top and baggy shorts with his toolbox next to him. He sat by his hoverboard with a gentle smile and oil smeared across his cheek.

She drew his hourglass symbol with hearts around it.

He is so dreamy.

She always thought he was. Even though he was twenty-years-old his boyish charms never faded and still affected her.

She especially wanted to run her hands up and down his muscular arms. They had to feel as good as they look

A woman had needs. You couldn't blame her for her thoughts.

I mean...awooga! Right?!

She wasn't afraid of death. That's why she would happily be killed if he ever found out about any of this.

She opened the drawer of her nightstand and hid the diary and picture frame inside.

Jinx swung opened her door and beamed eagerly, "Welcome to my humble abode!" She exalted and gestured widely to her room with her arm.

Half-melted purple candles were around her room. The curtains were partially opened letting the drawings in neon paint glow.

Crystals, inactive chompers, and glowsticks hung above the ceiling. Her hoverboard leaned on her dresser with a few clothes sticking out of its drawers.

A vinyl rack holder and bookshelf were against the wall. The music box he created for her sat on her nightstand.

When Jinx closed her door, there were three crayon drawings on the back of it. There were drawings of enforcers but two stood out.

Sevika had a mustache and a monocle, and her mouth was stitched closed. The words 'Liar', 'Ogre', and 'Dumbass' were written around her.

Caitlyn's eyes were crossed out. She sported devil horns and pointed ears. She showed off her fangs with a malicious grin.

'Bitch' was written in red crayon numerous times. They each had throwing knives jutted from their faces.

He had a small frown. He didn't know Caitlyn that well but Vi trusted and liked her.

She was the only Piltie that gave a shit about Zaunites and seemed genuine about wanting to help his hometown. He gave her props for that.

Even though he didn't gve a shit about the rest of the topsiders; At least Vi would be there to console her while she grieved her mother.

They knew all too well what it was like to lose family members.

Jinx carefully took the vinyl out of the cover and then placed the needle on the disc.

She set her butterfly knife on her desk. There were unfinished blueprints of new inventions that were laid on the table.

He look up at the crucified bunny plushie above her desk and then grimaced. He draped his jacket behind the chair before he pulled it out to sit.

In the corner of her room, she lit four red candles with Silco's lighter she held onto after the tea party.

She lit the cigar and waved it around like an incense. She deeply inhaled the bitter scent then sighed softly with a small smile. She then set it in the ashtray on the small table with the lighter.

She sat on her bed and undid the laces and buckles on her platform boots.

Above was an old drawing of her, Vander, Vi, Claggor, and Mylo. Besides that was drawing of her as a child and holding Silco's hand. Along with a drawing of Silco with hearts.

'I love you, Dad!'

'I miss you SO much!!!'

'I'm so sorry.'

'I didn't mean to'

She wrote the last two sentences with broken hearts and a frowny face with tears drawn.

A dull ache reverberated in his chest.

It's a memorial.

He had forgiven her.

Although, it still stung how she choose Silco over him. He was with her when she pushed him away and had no one else to support her.

No matter how much he despised him, he would always be her beloved father.

He tore his eyes away from the drawings. He slumped over, staring at his hands folded in his lap.

Her giddiness from a minute ago had dissipated. She looked away and bit her lower lip nervously.

Oh great. You wanted to spend some time with him but your room is making him sad. It's only a matter of time before he wants to leave.

She breathed deeply and then rubbed her hands down her split purple and black stockings.

She moved a nonexistent strand of hair behind her pierced ear. "You can...you can sit by me if you want."

Ekko jerked his head up, "Huh?"

Oh Gods, I made it worse.

A flush crept across her cheeks. She shook her head and started waving her hand dismissively. "Nothing. It's fine. I-"

"No, no. I was just surprised. I'm alright with it." He quickly assured.

"Oh!" She nodded, fiddled with the long sleeves of her purple and black striped crop top.

A smile returned to her face and she patted the empty spot next to her. He smiled shyly and took up on her offer.

He had his back straight with his hands on his lap. Why was he so stiff? Did he hate being here? Was he ready to leave?

"I want to paint it. The ashtray. It's what his looked like. I probably should have done that first but I wasn't thinking. I'll show it to you later if you want," She rambled.

"I bet it will be great. You're an amazing artist."

She flashed him a smirk. "Thanks. You draw good, too."

They sat in silence again-the music didn't count.

Why are we being so weird? We're just sitting on a dumb bed. It's not like anything is going to happen. Just say what you need to say before he leaves.

Her knee gently bounced, her lips pressed together in a tight grimace. She inhaled deeply then sighed.

"I'm glad I'm here with you. I really am," She toyed with her bracelet. "But if...I want him here. But I don't know if we'd ever reconcile if he was... "

Ekko clenched his jaw before he scoffed, "He would have killed me if he knew I was with you,” he grumbled.

Their lives were hard and they struggled to get by, but they were all happy. They had each other until Silco showed up and tore their family apart.

Silco never allowed her to see him after the incident. When she snuck out to meet him it was even worse since she refused to go with him.

She wanted to stay with him. She told him she was happy.

Jinx's yelp of laughter startled him out of his thoughts.

Ekko's adorable, oblivious face twisted in confusion had made her giggle even more.

If Silco found her with a man-not just any man. The leader of The Firelights of all people. In her room nonetheless.

Silco would have been livid and even more determined to hunt Ekko and his gang down to feed his bloodlust.

They've been a nuisance to him for several years, she was told to kill them, yet harbored a crush on said leader since she was twelve.

The truth can be funny sometimes.

Her friendly, affectionate pat on his cheek didn't help quell his puzzled expression.

So, not only it was a known fact that she was crazy. But now, he had to think she was a complete weirdo, too.

But honestly, he should have known this by now. If only he understood how comical it was, then he would be laughing, too.

After her laughter subsided, she sighed and lay on her bed. She stared at the ceiling with a faint smile.

"Thanks for being here," She looked back at him. "It's dumb. I know you hate him. He felt the same about you,” She chuckled weakly. "But I miss him... and I just wanted a friend."

His expression switched to something softer.

"I do," He affirmed.

"But, I care about how you feel more. And I don't want you to think you have to deal with this alone. You can come to me if you want to talk about him and I can listen."

She sat up on her elbows with a raised eyebrow. "You'd do that for me?"

"Yeah, It's what friends do for each other."

A smile blossomed on her face.

That was Ekko for you. The Boy Savior had a big heart and always took care of others.

She sat up and fixed her shirt by tugging it down. However, she looked at herself and chuckled.

It was a weak attempt at modesty, really.

It was torn in the middle revealing her black bra and cleavage. There wasn't anymore her outfit could expose to him.

She dropped her hands by her side. She closed her eyes, inhaling the comforting scent of the cigar, listening to the soothing jazz music.

"On cold, rainy days we sat by the fireplace. Before bed, he would look over his reports, I would be playing with toys or drawing while this played. Sometimes, he'd even dance with me." A fond smile crept upon her face.

"He tried braiding my hair but he was terrible at it. He loved my desserts and tried helping me with varying results. He let me draw on almost anything. And you know how I click my pen sometimes?"

Ekko curtly nodded.

"It reminds me of injecting medicine in his eye. The first time I did it I was so nervous. But he encouraged me that I could do it and I actually did. He believed in me..."

The corner of her mouth turns downwards, her shoulders slouched, with her eyes staring at the floor.

"I can't convince you that he was a good person. But he treated me well. He loved me when no one else did," She croaked, and she wiped the tears with the back of her hand.

I've always loved you.

Ekko pursed his lips and squeezed his hands.

He felt like he was fourteen again. He wanted to confess how he felt about her but ended up backtracking.

He was going to tell her someday, but now wasn't an appropriate time.

"I've always cared about you, Jinx." He said instead, his heart in his throat.

"I never want you to think otherwise. I'm going to try my best to help you. You're not alone, Jinx, I'm here for you."

It was as if a damn burst. She clutched him and buried her face in his shirt. He immediately pulled her into an embrace while she sobbed.

The only people who cared for her were Vi and Silco and they were both gone.

She missed Silco and he was dead because of her. She even missed the close bond she and Vi use to have before her sister fucked it all up.

The irony wasn't lost on her. She mocked him for being a savior on the bridge but Ekko was the only one in her corner that she had left.

Some days she felt like she didn't deserve his kindness and wondered why he would put up with her. When will he get sick of her and change his mind?

Her sobs eventually turned into whimpers and then sniffling.

She closed her eyes and listened to his steady heartbeat. It was better than music she ever heard.

He was alive.

He was here.

He was real.

He stroked her hair and she sighed softly. It felt good to have someone play in her hair.

"When it rains, we can listen to Jazz together. If you want,” he said. "And we can bake, too."

He was being sweet and thoughtful and she appreciated it. He was trying to cheer her up but she couldn't resist passing up on the opportunity.

"Your cupcakes are so hard, they can be used to knock someone unconscious."

Ekko’s shocked laughter had his chest rumble. She cracked a grin and laughed with him.

"I was fourteen! You gotta let some things go."

"When you eat baking like that, it's hard to forget no matter how the years fly by."

Ekko bumped his knee into her. "Shut up."

"You tell me to shut up again and no one will find your body."She playfully threatened and bumped her knee into his. He nudged her arm then she shoved his.

There was a stretch of comfortable silence between them.

His posture noticeably changed. His shoulders dropped, and his hands were on his sides while slightly leaning back on her bed.

She wiped at any remaining tears on her face. "Why are you so nice to me?"

He gave a one-shoulder shrug. "We've been hating each other for seven years. I'd rather make up for lost time, yeah?"

Jinx hummed. "Yeah, you're right."

He smirked at her. "I know. I'm always right."

She scoffed in disgust and rolled her eyes. "Shut the hell up. This is why I'm never nice to you."

Jinx hated feeling weak. It was why Powder was seen as useless to her family. It was why she had to die to become strong.

But with Ekko her heart became mushy like over-chewed gum. Except she liked it.

She liked when he looked at her, when he smiles at her, and when he laughed with her, when they teased each other.

Maybe she was even more delusional, but she thought she felt his heated gaze on her when her back was turned. She would look over at him but he was looking elsewhere.

Whatever it was, she liked that, too. It made her heart race and her insides feel warm and gooey like hot fudge.

Her hand slid beside his and locked her pinky around his.

His heart fluttered at their loosely connected fingers. He then moved his hand on top of hers and she turned her palm to stroke his knuckles with her thumb.

His hand was big and warmer than hers. His fingernails were unpolished and she wanted to paint them so they could matchy-match.

She was dumbfounded at how he held her hand like it was something precious. As if she would slip away if he let go.

Her hands were forever stained with blood that had taken so many lives without remorse.

While Ekko had remained kind-hearted as his hands created a sanctuary to help people in need.

Without Ekko giving her a second chance, she would be alone, cooped up in her hideout. She would be scrounging on the streets somewhere for food until she was ultimately caught and arrested.

Their arms were pressed against each other and their knees were still touching. Her pink eyes looked up from their hands to meet his brown eyes.

They were so comforting that they made it impossible to look away from the warmth his gaze provided.

She tilted her head in consideration then after a moment reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb slowly swiped along the corner of his mouth.

His gaze dropped to her lips. His hand squeezed hers as he quickly licked his own and then locked on her eyes.

Oh Gods.

Can he hear her heart? It was pounding rapidly in her chest that it rang in her ears.

She always wanted him to be her first kiss.

She wanted to kiss him to thank him for everything he was doing.

He forgave her despite her sins.

He didn't see her as just the long-gone sweet, innocent Powder or the malicious, cold-hearted Jinx-not anymore at least.

He saw her as a person capable of doing bad things but also being able to do good.

He was the only beacon of light in this wretched world full of lies and betrayal.

She wanted him to reciprocate her feelings but she was the grim reaper to everyone she cared about.

She wanted to keep him safe. He deserved better than her because dear Gods.

She couldn't lose another person in her shitty life. If she lost him, whatever scrap of sanity she had left would completely eviscerate.

Her hand began to slide down. She pressed her lips into a thin line then turned her head with her eyes squeezed shut as if she was in agonizing pain.

Realization struck him.

She just finished crying over her father seven minutes ago and was most likely vulnerable yet he was ready to kiss her. She was probably coming to her senses that this was a bad idea.

He didn't want to take advantage of her. That would never be his intention. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable or become something she would regret.

I'm such a piece of shit.

His cheeks burned with shame and disgust at himself. She was far more important than his desire for her.

"Jinx, I'm so-"

Her fingers grasped his chin. His heart stuttered when she leaned in and pressed her lips against his cheek; her black lipstick marking him.

Sure, she didn't kiss his mouth. But considering she couldn't muster to even kiss him on the cheek as a kid, it was a big step up.

"Thank you. For everything," She said in earnest.

He blinked himself out of his daze as he registered what had just happened. He gingerly touched his cheek which was warm for a different reason.

He broke out in a sheepish grin. "Of course. Anything."

She giggled softly while shaking her head.

What a cute, stupid dork.

She released his hand and then engulf him in a bear hug as much as her thin arms could. "Thanks, Pippin."

Ekko raised an eyebrow with an amused smile. "You keep calling me that. You seriously have to tell me what that means."

She nuzzled his shirt and inhaled his scent. "It means annoying, smug, asshole. It fits you perfectly,” She murmured with a smirk.

He chuckled, his eyes brimming at her with adoration. His arms wrapped around her frame to hold her tightly. He rested his chin on top of her head with a smile.

She lo-no. Everyone she loves dies because of her. She...liked, liked him. That should suffice, right?

She liked liked him very much and wanted him to know someday. Her heart belonged to him and she would give it to him if he ever asked.

He was her little man.

Her boy savior.

Her dreamboat.

Her Angel.

He just didn't know he was hers yet.

#timebomb #ekkojinx #ekko #jinx #jinx arcane #ekko arcane #arcane #arcane fanfic #my writing #my fics #my post #firelight jinx #hurt/comfort

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soulsballad · 1 year ago

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Name: yuu horikoshi ( •̀ᴗ•́ )

Age: 18 years old

Do you like to cuddle?: love to! but if you start cuddling me, i might fall asleep and not let you go, then we'll be late for class, then yaga-sensei will scold me again then-

Can we make-out?: u-uh, yeah! totally!

A night in or dinner out?: there's this place in yokohama i've been wanting to take you, petra, i think you'll really like it... also, i can't cook for shit so i don't think we have an alternative. the last time i tried to cook you something, i thought i was going to see god...

Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: both, i've got some ice cream in the fridge that could really use it!

Chocolates and roses?: yeah! but i don't want to say i'll get you some, otherwise that'll ruin the surprise! i-i mean that's not to say i won't get you flowers, i definitely will- i mean- ah, shit, it's not a surprise anymore is it? well, i hope you like tulips. and some chocolate with a fancy name i don't know how to pronounce.

What makes you a good Valentine?: sweetie, love of my life, stars in my sky, i'm still trying to wrap my head around that i'm your boyfriend, the hell if i know why you've stuck around me this long. but, i'll always be good to you, i'll adore you until i get eaten by a curse or something, and i have a red panda which is a pretty cool bonus, right?

Would you cook for me?: for both of our sakes, sweetie, i will never cook for you again so we can both survive.

Would you let me cook for you?: again, for both our sakes, anything to keep me away from the stove. we could probably teach our little curse to cook, hmm...

Where would you take me on a date?: anywhere you wanted! i was thinking we could stay at my house, i'll set up the whole place. we'll put all the blankets and pillows in the living room, watch movies and play video games the whole day. i know a candle-lit dinner is supposedly a really romantic thing to do so i'd set up that as well, along with getting a bunch of food from your favorite places throughout the day.

Who’s paying?: me, don't worry! i've never really used my funds from my family's vault before, it's a good way to make a dent in it, finally 👍

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: ... too much, i think. i was going around tokyo wondering what to buy you, until i ended up with ... a lot 😭 there's this jacket i bought you that i thought would go well with that one blouse you had, a bouquet of flowers ... two bouquets, actually. a lot of chocolate, this plushie that i made for you with a bunch of yarn, and a necklace that cost more than i thought it would. it's real shiny too! the crows tried snatching it once or twice, but i kept it safe for you! i also made you these arm - bracers, they're really light weight and thin enough to fit under your uniform, they have a little bit of cursed energy inside that can summon a shield for you. pretty cool, right?

petra will never, ever, ever doubt yuu's love for her. ever. she never has, but this just solidified it. ❝ i - i don't even know what to say! you got me all that!? i - i hope you didn't spend too much money, yuu! ❞ even if she did end up scolding him for spending too much petra will always be grateful for everything he does for her. he really is the perfect boyfriend. but, getting back to the application, ❝ well i definitely agree with you on the cooking part... maki still asks where the black marks came from on the walls of the kitchen. ❞ luckily for them, petra is a great liar. ( no she's not, maki just doesn't want to know. ) ❝ why don't we cuddle after dinner? that way we can do everything you have planned and still get to cuddle! ❞ a bright smile flashes across her face at that, and it doesn't take her too long to find herself standing before the boy, arms wrapping comfortably around him. ❝ you're the best, yuu! of course your application is accepted! we'll have the best valentine's day ever! wait until you see what i got you. ❞

#PETRA MÜLLER. / answered #PETRA MÜLLER. / v. jujutsu kaisen #violevin #y.uu is on the multi but you sent it here so #hes peeking in from ki's blog #ALSO I PEEP U TRYNA MAKE P.ETRA AN AVENGER Y.UU #im laughing watch her pull some shang chi moves during training with those braces #shang chi has rings p.etra has cool braces that give her a shield

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peanutpinet · 3 years ago

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Can i pls request r getting seriously injured -hitting her head and losing consciousness- during an international competition because someone sabotaged her skates with yuzuru hannyuuuuu (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

r - reader

It's me again ( ╹▽╹ ) i rlly like how u write so i sent this rqst ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

it's also okei if u can't write it or it's too specific (✿^‿^) I'm fine w anything

Another Anonymous asked: if you're able and comfortable could you do a yuzuru hanyu x gf skater reader and she gets badly injured/faints while practicing and he gets really worried and rushes to her side and they take her to the hospital and he stays with her the entire time but one night he has a competition the next day and she tries urging him to go?

A/N: I haven't written any Yuzu fics in a while not because I didn't want to but more so I didn't have the feel for it but since the Olympics just happened (let's not talk about what happened), I decided it's only fitting to do so!!

I hope that those that are asking if I accept Yuzu requests know that yes, I do but I don't really immediately get into the request because I feel that I need to be in the zone when writing; not cause I don't like your requests but because I don't want to put anything half-assed :"

Also, I decided to combine these two asks since I feel that they would tie in nicely with each other :)

Warnings: toxic sportsmanship behaviour

You and Yuzu have known each other ever since he started to move to TCC to train. Ever since, you would bump into each other during some practice sessions and for some reason ended up talking with each other to the point you both exchanged contacts.

Oh, those were the easy times...

Years later, you both are still as close as ever. Javi and Jason would joke around saying that if they didn't know better, the both of you have some sort of relationship but it's only the both of you that are basically in denial of this.

Well, can you blame the two men? Whenever you're both assigned to the same competition, you would always find a way to talk to each other, watch each other's practices and even competition; congratulating each other whenever y'all made it to the podium. Heck, even at the banquet, you were one of the only female skaters that Yuzu actually talked to.

While it may seem nice and all; it sort of sparked some jealousy amongst several female skaters. To be fair, they weren't just jealous of "this luxury" you have but because you were an all-rounder skater. Being one of the few skaters that have consistent skating (both in technical and presentation, also having one of the rarest elements, the 3A).

The comments didn't really bother you that much since you were used to them since your junior years and you had your own way to live with it. But this time, it got to a whole new level to the point where you had to withdraw from the competition.

You just arrived for practice and was going to the bathroom before changing into your skates. When you came back, you casually put on your skates and grabbed the essentials and headed to the rink. Taking off your blade guards, you handed them to your coach and actually went into the rink and started your practice.

But throughout your practice, you felt that something was off with your boots. You went to the sidelines to check on your boots and everything seemed alright. You even tried to untie and retie your skates to make sure that the laces weren't loose. But even so, it still felt a bit off.

Because it didn't feel right, you decided to just do some simple strokes and spins before actually committing to a full jump since if there were problems with your boots, doing a jump would be the last thing you would do.

Feeling fine after several spins and small run-throughs, only then did you have the courage to actually jump. You looked around and when the coast was clear, you prepared your jump and it was going well until you felt your feet slightly lighter and turns out the bolts that connect your blade to your boots fell out and thus making your blade fall off and you fell, landing very hard to the point that you hit your head and blacked out.

The next time you wake up, you heard beeping noises and a heavy weight on top of your body. Trying to lift your head a bit, you saw a figure that you know all too well. It was Yuzu. He looked like he just slept after not sleeping for maybe a few days. Which made you wonder. How long has it been since you were out cold?

Shifting a bit, you accidentally woke Yuzu up who, upon seeing you awake was shocked and immediately tried to lay you back down but when you insist on sitting up, Yuzu finally decided to help you sit straight up.

You tried to ask Yuzu to tell you everything that happened after you blacked out which he was very hesitant and his sentence structure was all over the place. But after a while, Yuzu told you from the beginning. How the coaches and practically everyone (except "some" people) were shocked and basically stirred the entire stadium into chaos. It was later on did people find out that some skaters actually sabotaged your skates, loosening the bolt hence the blade and boot separated from each other.

You were at loss for words. You never expect that people would go to this certain extent to cut you out from the competition. You were just zoning out until Yuzu grabbed ahold of your hands in his, telling you that those skaters were banned from any competition throughout the rest of the season and that they will be sued to pay for all your medical expenses.

But you being the nice person you are, you tried to tell Yuzu that you don't think suing them would bring any justice or anything. Yuzu tried to redirect the topic and asked how your leg and head were feeling which you tell him that they feel okay.

The both of you kept talking for a while until you realised that you haven't asked how long have you been out. You asked for your phone which Yuzu handed to you and you figured out that you've been out for a good 2-3 days and it was supposed to be the men's free skate the next day.

You scolded Yuzu, telling him to go back to the hotel and rest for his competition but he refused. Telling you that he got enough rest and already did his run-through several times before coming back to take care of you. Sighing, you just reminded him that he better be in his best shape during the free because you would be watching him through television which he chuckled and said that he'll definitely do his best.

"I promise that I will bring back the gold not only for me, the fans, my family or my country but for you as well. Then, once you're all better, I'll treat you to a nice dinner so you can get your strength back and we can train again" Yuzu mentioned, holding your hand even tighter

"Okay. But I'll go out even if you don't get gold. I want to eat good food" you whined as Yuzu just chuckled and tucked you in bed once more

"We will. Now rest up" Yuzu softly whispered, pecking your forehead

A/N: honestly, wasn't sure how to end it but I hope it turned out alright. To the other anonymous user that sent the request where the skater got injured and got into the hospital, I hope that you read this and apologies for taking so long in writing your request :" have a nice weekend everyone!! :) xoxo vinet

#yuzuru #yuzu #yuzuruhanyu #yuzuru hanyu #yuzuru hanyu x reader #yuzuru hanyu scenarios #yuzuru hanyu imagines #yuzuru hanyu fluff #yuzuru x reader #figure skating #figure skating scenarios #figure skating imagines #figure skating yuzuru hanyu

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kookstempo · 3 years ago

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HIHI!

I was hoping you could do a ff on any Bts member on the brother best friend au. Could be idol au your choice and could your brother be a Bts member (୨୧•͈ᴗ•͈)◞*♡. I also have one request of adding all members in the story (I’d hate to leave anyone out ( T-T)尸) TY!💕

hello there! i’m sorry this took so long but a lot of shit has happened haha. here it is, i hope you enjoy it. i combined these two requests!

as always, thanks to my lovely jo for being the most amazing big sister one could ask for. 💖

masterlist.

“Are you comfortable?” you ask the person lying on the couch with his legs resting on the coffee table in front of him.

You only receive a chuckle in response, making you frown and turn to look at him. He’s not the type to miss an opportunity to tease you like he constantly does, but maybe the silence is the way he’s decided to tease you today. When your eyes meet his, he smirks and removes his legs from the coffee table; relief sinks in, but it fades away when he manspreads more than what’s even necessary and murmurs cockily.

“I would be more comfortable if you were in my lap. But yeah, I am comfortable, thank you.”

You cannot punch him, you tell yourself. You cannot punch Jeon Jungkook as much as you’re craving it, because you would never hear the end of it from Namjoon. What you can do, though, is hit him in some other way. You walk towards him and part your legs enough to make it seem like you’re about to straddle his lap. You put one knee on the couch and grab a pillow when he least expects it - he’s too busy deciding whether to look at your cleavage or at what you’re doing - and hit his chest with it, twice.

“Stop hitting Jungkook, Y/N.” A voice behind you orders, and you’re sure that they’re trying their hardest to stifle their laughter.

You smooth your clothes and leave the pillow back where it was before, turning around and walking away from Jungkook. Namjoon is looking at you with an eyebrow raised, like he is expecting an explanation to why you were hitting Jungkook.

“Your sister has gone insane, hyung. All I did was say hello and she started attacking me!” Jungkook exclaims, rubbing his chest with a pained expression that you know is one hundred percent fake.

“You know that is not true! You walk in here like it’s your fucking house and-.” You’re rudely interrupted by your brother’s groan, but it’s enough to make you shut up and listen.

“I know, and I would bet a lot of money, that you definitely said more than hello for her to be this pissed. And you,” Namjoon points at you, addressing you with a much calmer tone than what he used with Jungkook. “Just ignore him, okay? I’m sorry my best friend is an asshole.”

“He’s more than that…” you murmur as you leave the room, heading towards the kitchen to get your lunch.

There is not a specific reason why you despise Jungkook. You guys did not even know about each other’s existence until the day your brother befriended him and he started invading your house almost every fucking weekend. Every weekend was acceptable enough, but then it started increasing to Mondays and Wednesdays for some “group studying”, and now it’s like a daily thing.

You’d believe Jungkook has it for Namjoon if it weren’t for his playboy reputation.

Okay, maybe there is a reason why you despise him. Every day, without exception, that you see each other, there is teasing on his behalf - today it was sitting on his lap, the other day it came in the form of “that guy won’t please you like I will”, just because he saw you talking to Jung Hoseok - your lab partner - on your way back home. He believes every woman is dying for him and his dick game. And the worst part of it all is that he is after you, it doesn’t matter if you’re his best friend’s sister. But of course, until he gets you, he keeps getting his dick wet with whoever’s available.

“Are you going to stay here tonight, Y/N?” Namjoon’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts; he makes his way inside the kitchen to grab two cups for him and Jungkook.

“The only place I may be going tonight will be that bakery from down the street for some brownies. I have a lot of shit to do.” You let out a small groan, the mental image of your to-do list is quick to appear.

“You should order some food. Namjoon and I will be going out, Jimin is waiting for us at his apartment,” Jungkook suggests out of nowhere, sounding close but far away at the same time.

You turn around and notice he is leaning against the door frame, that same smirk you wanted to wipe minutes ago back in his face. As always, he has managed to annoy you with simple actions - this time it’s meddling in your conversation with your brother. Deciding to be nice for once and sparing you another negative situation, you give him a saccharine smile and grab your bottle of water, making your way out of the kitchen.

jungkook [1:30 a.m]: guess who’s at jimin’s apartment

jungkook [1:32 a.m]: your little fuckbuddy, hoseok

you [1:37 a.m]: remind me to block your number, i only have it in case there’s an emergency.

jungkook [1:37 a.m]: so you won’t deny you’re fucking him?

If you don’t answer, you’re letting him win. If you do answer, this will only continue, and you’re way too comfortable right now in your bed to waste the small amount of energy left in your body telling Jungkook’s stubborn ass that you’re not hooking up with Hoseok.

Maybe you can avoid the question so subtly, he won’t question you again and again.

you [1:42 a.m]: why is he there tho lol, u guys aren’t even friends

Internally hoping the minutes you took to reply will make him stop bothering you, you turn off the lamp on the nightstand and lock your phone, grabbing your charger and connecting your phone to it. You leave the device on the nightstand and turn on your side, opting to ignore the two vibrations coming from your phone - you’ll check the messages in the morning.

“He was being a bitch from the moment he stepped foot in the living room, I even lost my temper and hit him with a pillow.”

Hoseok lets out an unrestrained cackle after hearing your confession of the violent act, putting his slice of pizza back in the box in order to clap for you, making you halt in your steps in the middle of the room, turning to look at him with a shy grin.

“Stop that, no. As much as it felt good, don’t need you encouraging my violent activities,” you joke, going back to your desk to collect your notebook and calculator, sitting next to him on the bed.

“How can I not? I know you’ve been dying to hit him from the day he started hitting on you.” Hoseok grabs a slice of pizza and puts it on a napkin, handing it to you.

You thank him with a nod of your head and give the slice a bite, sighing at the deliciousness.

“But that’s not the worst part. He texted me at one in the morning just to tell me my fuckbuddy Hoseok is at the party with him.” You scoff, proceeding to bite and chew on your pizza furiously, annoyed at Jungkook’s behaviour.

“So he randomly texts you about me at one a.m?” Hoseok questions in disbelief, grabbing the slice again and giving it a bite, shaking his head in amusement.

Your anger turns to mirth when you notice that Hoseok’s actions are a little similar to yours, making you shift closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder.

“You enjoy this just as much as I do, don’t you?” Giggling, you hug his arm and sigh. “But yeah, the last messages he sent said something like ‘I’m trying to get to know your boyfriend more to prove to you that he’s not good enough for you’.”

“Oh my god, Y/N, you can totally turn this around for your benefit!” Hoseok exclaims, hugging you with his free arm in excitement.

“What do you mean? That conversation? I cannot text him all out of the blue and reopen something that’s closed.”

“Not that way. What if you and I pretend to date, so that way he will back away. I may not know Jungkook, but I know Jimin; he has told me several times that if Jungkook finds out a girl is taken, he backs away. So he’s probably still hitting on you because the only proof he has of you being taken is seeing us together, and we’ve never done something… crazy.” Hoseok elaborates, looking at you to gauge your reaction. He arches an eyebrow when you say nothing.

“Define crazy, for starters… I’m not going to agree without knowing all the terms and conditions.” You lean backwards a little to face him, your scrutinizing glance analyzing him.

Hoseok pinches your thigh and you slap his hand in response, watching him shake his head.

“We never cross the friendly limits. We hug, talk, hang out… but nothing more than that. Maybe if he sees us kissing, dancing, and all that jazz, he will get the message and back off.” He explains, chuckling at the change in your expression now that he has clarified his idea.

“Wow… Let’s do it, I’d never thought about it and if it wasn’t for you, I’d probably have to buy a pillow to carry around for whenever I feel like hitting him.” Sitting up straight, you face Hoseok once again and show him your hand, offering a handshake to seal the deal.

He takes your hand in his and gives it a firm squeeze, winking at you. Next thing you know, he’s moving the pizza box away from the bed and pulling you into his lap, securing his arms around your waist.

“What the fuck is happening?” You tilt your head, biting your lip to suppress the smile that’s trying to slip. Hoseok loosens his hold around your waist as if to give you room to get off, yet you don’t, you only get more comfortable.

“I figured we should practice if we are actually going to do this eventually. Call it getting to know each other.” He puts one hand on your cheek and caresses your bottom lip with his thumb, freeing it from your teeth.

The moment he sees you leaning forward, he does the same, allowing you to taste his lips for the first - and definitely not the last - time.

The loud bass of the music greets you, along with the sound of glass breaking and some laughter following it. Weird combo, you think, grabbing Hoseok’s hand to not get lost between so many people. He laces his fingers with yours and throws a smirk your way, discreetly tilting his head. You get the memo - directing your glance to where he is signaling - Jungkook’s group, sitting at the very back of the room.

It feels weird. You’re usually not the partying girl, but in order to get the plan going, Hoseok had asked Jimin if he could talk to Taehyung to know if it was cool for you guys to tag along. As soon as he heard back from Jimin, Hoseok texted you to let you know you guys were attending Taehyung’s party on Friday. Friday night arrived and even Namjoon was surprised that you were attending, especially with Hoseok - he didn’t question you, though, he seemed happy about it.

A guy you remember is called Seokjin waves at you when you make eye contact, and then points at both of you for the rest of the group to notice your arrival.

“I assume that is happening because Jimin and you are friends and for no other reason?” You whisper in Hoseok’s ear, feeling him loop an arm around your waist.

He grabs two red cups and fills them with an already prepared beverage that’s served in a pitcher. He takes a big sip out of it and turns to look at you.

“I hope so. I don’t think Jungkook mentioned anything to them or something like that. Anyways - here’s the plan: we need to be close enough so they can believe us, but keeping it real. No clingy shit. Some kisses will have to be taken, maybe sitting in my lap-.”

“Okay, you’re making this way too personal,” you joke, pointing at him with your index finger. Your next move catches him by surprise, though; you get close to his mouth and whisper, “Whatever you say, boyfriend.”

Before he can even react, you take your cup and step away from him, pointing at Jungkook’s group as if to say “I’ll be right there.”

The night is going as smoothly as you were expecting. Sure, nervousness sometimes got the best of you, but one look at Hoseok - who was as cool as a cucumber - and you’d go back to being yourself again.

Jungkook is being subtle, yet it’s almost too obvious he can’t get himself to stop staring at the two of you whenever you guys engage in some type of display of affection. His jaw is clenched and his gaze could burn a hole in Hoseok’s hair with all the hate he’s putting into it. You’re currently on the “dance-floor” - just the couches pushed back to give anyone enough space to dance - with your back against his front, and you look so happy.

No one is oblivious to the fact that he’s jealous. During the past hour, four girls have approached him and went back to their seats with a frown or a pout on their faces, since Jungkook is too busy keeping an eye on you to even want to hang out with them. Jin nudges his side with his elbow, making him grunt and look at Jin.

“What?” He barks, tapping his foot against the floor anxiously.

“You do know that staring at them like that is not going to fix shit for you, right?” Jin begins, taking a sip of his beer.

“He’s pissed off that he missed whatever chance he had with her because now she’s with Hobi.” Yoongi butts in, smirking at the youngest’s frown.

Jungkook has the perfect comeback in mind, his mouth is already opening, yet one look at the both of you shuts him up; you’ve turned around and Hoseok is leaning in to kiss you. You greedily accept his mouth on yours and continue dancing - grinding - onto him. He’s had enough of it, though the tipping point is when he watches the way you take Hoseok’s hand in yours and pull him to the stairs, making your way upstairs.

He turns to look at Namjoon, baffled as fuck, as if asking him to do something. The older one shrugs and carries on with his conversation with Jimin and some other girl. Jungkook takes a deep breath to calm himself down and gets up, heading to the bar to fix himself another drink.

You almost hit your head on the doorway with the way Hoseok is pulling you into the room. Both of you are a giggling mess right now - your heels are off, he is taking his and your drink and setting them on a desk located in the room to prevent any messes, quickly walking back to you.

He takes your ass in his hands and gives it a squeeze. “C’mon, jump.” He instructs and you follow, squealing in surprise at the strength he showcases. He walks to the bed and carefully lays you there, gaze suddenly turning soft.

“Y/N, listen… Before we do anything, I think we’re both sober enough to be here because we want to and not because of the plan with Jungkook. I want this, and if you don’t, I’ll completely understand,” he declares, hands coming to comb your hair now that it has become disheveled from your previous actions.

Warmth fills your chest. You knew, from the minute the idea popped in your head, that you wanted this. And you still do - his consideration only makes you feel more sure about your decision.

You pull the skirt of your dress to reveal more of your thighs, giving the man a reassuring smile. As you sit up and pull him close to you, he bends to be eye level with you and pecks your cheek, making your smile wider.

“I am sure. Thank you for asking me before getting into… this,” you smile, pulling him to lay on top of you.

You go straight for his neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on it. He grabs your thighs and locks them around his waist, reaching for his shirt and pulling it off his body. Nipping at the spot below his ear, Hoseok hisses and grabs your jaw carefully, turning your face to kiss you.

The kiss never comes, however, since someone opens the door and it slams against the wall, making both of you jolt. You pull your dress to cover your thighs; Hoseok is already cursing at the person who just bursted in without even knocking, and it takes a while for your brain to make the connection.

It’s Jungkook. Jungkook is the one who just interrupted your… whatever with Hoseok.

“Don’t yell at me for not knocking, you guys were the ones who were about to go at it with the door unlocked,” Jungkook points out, walking to the bed.

For starters, what the fuck is he doing here? He looks sober enough to know that this is not the bathroom. It’s like he’s determined to be interrupting you.

“What do you want?” You ask the tattooed boy, running your fingers through your hair to tame it down.

Hoseok puts his shirt back on. Now, he’s the one that could burn a hole through Jungkook's hair. The aforementioned man takes a while to answer your question, making you even more annoyed than you already feel.

You get up from the bed and grab your heels. As you’re almost done putting them on, Jungkook breaks the silence.

“I don't want him touching you. In fact, I don't want anyone else touching you if it’s not me.”

Is he out of his mind? What is he talking about?

Hoseok scoffs. He gives you a glance that shows he’s as confused as you are right now. Jungkook is known for his fuckboy persona and if it wasn’t for that, you’d almost believe he’s being possessive over someone he’s never had a taste of before.

“I like you, Y/N.” Jungkook breaks the silence at the lack of answers from either of you.

You lose your balance from how quickly your head snaps to look at him, fully in disbelief.

“Okay, I take that as my cue to leave. I am… gonna be downstairs, yeah.” Hoseok quickly declares as he rushes out of the room, closing the door on his way out.

Thanks for the help, you think to yourself. When you’re done with your other shoe, you stand up and walk up to him, searching for any sign that could tell you that he’s definitely joking, trying to annoy you - more than he already has - like he always does. But when he stays serious and doesn’t say anything, your gaze softens and you puff out a breath, reaching for his shoulder.

“Is this another one of your jokes to try and get to me? Because it’s not funny, Jeon,” you tell him, throwing your head back in exasperation.

There’s a… 60% chance he’s lying. Still, you can’t ignore the 40% left.

“I'm not joking, Y/N. I’m sorry I had to confess that in such an unmannered way, but I started to lose it from the moment you and Hoseok showed up together. I really wasn’t expecting you to be a thing. And then you’re both heading upstairs and,” he covers his face and takes a deep breath, taking a peek at you from behind his fingers, “I couldn't control myself. I had to say something before I totally ‘lost you’?” He squeaks out that last part, dropping his hands to his side.

Oh crap.

“Is this why you’ve been an annoying shit to me, especially since he and I started hanging out?”

This feels like that classic storyline where the boy is rude to the girl to get her attention. That doesn’t sound like Jeon Jungkook, at all.

“When you put it that way… yes, and I'm truly sorry for being an ass. I know the perspective you have of me right now isn’t the best.”

“Jungkook, I…” you move around the room, trying to become one with the mess in your head.

You don’t think he deserves being thrown around like trash just because of his reputation, yet you can’t bring yourself to just say “yes” to him like it’s no big deal.

“I can't just reject you as if i’m not willing to give this a try because it’s not like I’d never be interested in you, I just need some… time? To wrap my head around it and for you to prove it’s not something that will pass by.”

Jungkook sits down on the bed and you do the same, keeping a safe distance between the two of you. Eventually, both of you lie down and just indulge in each other’s company.

The silence is making you nervous. The fact that he’s still lying here with you makes you feel more calm, but you can’t help yourself and want an answer, to know that he doesn’t feel offended and that there may still be hope for the future. You shift to lay on your side and caress his arm, trying to get his attention.

“I'm sorry - what you said left me thinking. You’re right, the way I've been playing with girls isn’t appropriate for anyone. I'm not gonna give you that ‘I’m gonna change for you’ bullshit. But know that I’m not lying.” He shyly turns to you and opens his arms, inviting you to them.

You shift closer to him and let yourself be held by him, enjoying the warmth his body emits. You can still hear the music from downstairs, but you feel more at the peace here.

Of course, that only lasts for like a minute or two, because now it’s your brother who decides to interrupt your hug. The door is sent flying back to the wall again and Namjoon runs to where you are, grabbing a free pillow and hitting Jungkook with it.

Huh, how the tables have turned.

“Leave. My. Sister. Alone.” Namjoon enunciates with every hit, taking Jungkook's hands in one of his and hitting him with the pillow.

“Namjoon! What are you doing?” You yank the pillow out of Namjoon's grip and throw it across the room, frowning.

“You guys never came downstairs and Hoseok told me you were about to fuck! He’s not touching you!”

“Oh, because when it’s about me, you do care!” Jungkook retorts, grabbing your pillow when you get out of the bed and hitting Namjoon’s chest with it.

Yeah, now you get why Hoseok left the room. You sneakily do the same, closing the door silently.

A wide grin takes over your face at the thought of what is currently developing there. Your brother pillow fighting his best friend over you. Wow.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff #jungkook fic

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