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⭒˚‧ ⭒ཐིཋྀ "Only nice girls get treats." ཐིཋྀ⭒ ‧˚⭒

♡ warnings: caleb x fem!reader, (18+ mdni), reader is insecure, fingering, dirty talk, pussy eating, begging, crying, dumbification, heavy praise, denial, spit, finger sucking, hair pulling, pussy slapping, mirror

♡ a/n: little treat for the middle of the week. been working on this one for a while so it got a little long,, so sorry. finished this instead of writing my research paper,, butttttt i love writing for caleb so i hope u enjoy xx

You're taking a lot longer than usual to get ready. Nothing seems to be fitting right, every outfit looking worse than the last. Maybe you should just stay home tonight, or maybe, you Caleb needs to remind you just how beautiful his girl is.

“Hey, did you need me to iron something for you? I was gonna’ do my shirt, so—” You listened, turning towards the bathroom door as the honeyed voice came to a halt. There he was, leaning against the wooden door frame, muscled torso on full display, dog tag draped around his neck and glistening in the dim lighting, a white collared dress shirt draped over his shoulder. His pants were held up by a fine leather belt that hung loosely around his hips, the buckle undone. The smell of his cologne wrapped around you, notes of cedarwood and lavender softly calming your otherwise hectic state. The bathroom was a mess, makeup brushes strewn about on the marble countertop, clothes and bras and panties thrown in the corner, heels that didn't match were all over the floor, making for a minefield of a space that you'd been moving around for the last two hours.

“No, I’m good. Thanks.” His brow furrowed at the abnormally dry response, violet eyes studying you as you frantically hurried around the small space, makeup and hair both half done. The dress that he’d seen you in only five minutes earlier was balled up near a pile of purses on the tiled floor now, your skin only covered by a matching black lace set. He was almost drooling at the sight, opting to bite his full bottom lip to keep himself from doing so.

“Everything okay, baby?” His tone was cautious, testing the temperature of the water. You didn’t bother to meet his gaze, too busy wracking your brain to put together a different outfit—or maybe you needed to change your hair? Should you even bother going at all? Maybe you should suddenly pretend to have a stomachache.

“I’m fine, just rushed.” Another short answer.

“There’s no rush, sugar. They can’t start without us after all.” You gave him a soft laugh, brushing off the comment, but he was right. This night was about him after all—a ceremony awarding him for his accomplishments with the fleet this past year. He’d been going over his speech with you tirelessly every day for the last week, picking apart every line one by one until it was perfect. This was Caleb’s night, so why were you the one feeling so much pressure?

“Hey, look at me for a second.” You did, eyes meeting his in the mirror as you ran another coat of red lipstick over your bottom lip, suddenly questioning the color.

“You can tell me if something's wrong ya’ know. We don’t have to go.” You shook your head in dismissal, breaking the eye contact that was quickly making something well up in your chest, tears stinging in the corner of your eyes against your will.

“Of course we have to go, Caleb. I’m going—I want to go, I’m just trying to hurry up.”

“What was wrong with the last dress? Or the four before that?” He wasn’t teasing but genuinely asking you as he searched for your attention in the mirror again, to no avail. A single tear fell from your eye, effortlessly ruining your makeup, a line of foundation erased as you tried not to let anymore escape.

“They just weren’t right. Nothing is fitting right for some reason.” He wasted no time moving over to you, shirt falling to the floor in the process, but he didn’t care. His eyes were locked on you, noticing the way your face slowly crumpled, head hanging as if there was a thousand-pound weight holding you down.

“Don’t cry, baby. Hey, hey, shh…” His arms wrapped around you, toned chest pressing into your back, the warmth of his skin inescapable as he held you as tightly as he could. Your body gently shook against him as you let the tears fall freely now, the thought of ruining Caleb’s night making your heart even heavier.

“You could wear a burlap sack and you’d still be the most beautiful thing in any room, you know that, right? Why are you being so mean to my pretty girl, hm?” His soft palm snaked it’s way across your chest and neck, cupping your wet cheek, sticking your skin to his. He gently guiding your chin up, your reflection staring back at his now.

“Tell me what you didn’t like about the pink dress.” You subconsciously shrunk against him at the question, the visual of your bare skin against him, only covered by the thin pieces of fabric sending shivers down your spine. The little hairs on the back of your neck stood up, ears growing hot—you were so vulnerable like this.

“Be honest with me this time. Please,” he said, voice thick and syrupy like molasses, almost like he was begging as he craned his head down, resting his chin in the crook of your neck and pressing a feather-light kiss to your face.

“My- my shoulders…they looked too wide in it.” His eyes grew big at the confession before they shifted down in the mirror, locking onto your shoulders. He left another kiss on your cheek, then your jaw, next your neck, trailing them across your collar bone before his full lips finally lingered against the back of your shoulder. Your head slowly fell again, before you heard his voice,

“Don’t look away, sugar.” You watched his slender fingers graze across your skin, faintly dancing over your shoulder blades along with his lips which were still peppering kissing over your frame. Your breath hitched at the sight of his body against yours, his tall and muscular physique towering over you, making you look so fragile in his grasp.

“What was wrong with the red outfit, hm? I think I liked that one the best.” Your eyes rolled at the question which Caleb caught in the mirror. You hated the way you looked in the red dress. The outfit accentuating every curve, the short length hugging your thighs just a little too tightly. You felt so… naked in that dress—every flaw you’d seen in the mirror on full display in that gown.

“My body just doesn’t look good in it.”

“Your body looks amazing in anything. If I didn’t think I’d want to break the bones of any man that looked, I’d suggest you go just like this.” His eyes were not the same when they met yours this time. They were dark, pupils enlarged, darkening his irises. He looked hungry at the sight of you, like a vampire that hadn’t fed in weeks. His lips watered at the thought of devouring you, getting to see sweat glistening on your bare chest, nipples hardened under his rough fingertips, back arched as he pressed himself into you. The thing he loved the most though was your faces, your bottom lip almost bleeding from how hard your teeth grinded against it as you tried to silence your moans, tears welling up at the corners of your eyes that were desperate to escape once he hit just the right spot inside of your soft walls. Your face and body were the things he dreamed about in his sleep, but they were also what would keep him up at night while you were away. They were the things that made him fist his cock, eyes shut tight as he pictured the artwork known as his girl. He was ravenous for you—always, so why couldn’t you see what he did? Why didn’t the lamb understand what made the lion so hungry for it; what made him hunt day and night just for a taste.

You couldn’t help but notice the way his clothed cock hardened against you. He didn’t grind into you like you wanted, his focus instead on getting his fingers on every inch of you. Your gaze fell again, embarrassment heating your cheeks at the sight of his digits languidly sliding underneath the cups of your bra.

“I won’t tell you again. Look up.” You did. You core grew wetter, dampening the fabric of your panties at the contact.

“You know…” His free hand ghosted over your spine, causing you to shiver at his touch as he unclasped your bra, freeing your flesh. A small moan escaped his lips at the reveal, his fingers quickly found your breasts, large hands cupping them, much to his enjoyment.

“I’d kill anyone who talked bad about you. I would never let anyone speak about my girl the way that you do.” A harsh pinch to your nipple forced your chest to push out towards the mirror, your perfect French manicure gripping the edge of the marble countertop. The sight was absolutely sinful.

“So why do you think that you should be the exception, huh? Do you think you’re above the rules?” Caleb rolled your sensitive nipples between his fingers, reveling in the way you writhed beneath his touch.

“No…” You whined, head slowly falling forward at the sensation, you body going limp against his.

“No? Apologize then.” His voice was harsh suddenly, as you felt your muscles give way, gaze being forced back to the mirror against your will as he used his evol against you. He did say he wouldn’t ask again, instead, he would make you look.

“I-I’m sorry,” It was barely audible, strained out between your soft moans as you pushed your ass against the man behind you, unabashedly wanted to feel some sort of friction between your thighs.

“No no no, not to me. Apologize to my baby, hm? Look at her and say you’re sorry for being mean.” You tried to turn your head away at the humiliating request, but it was no use, you were practically immobilized between his arms. You looked at yourself in the mirror, body laid bare, chest heaving, ass grinding against Caleb like a bitch in heat.

“I’m sorry for being mean.”

“Aww how nice. See I knew you could be sweet. You always listen so well, my obedient pretty girl.” His right hand left your chest feeling cold as his middle and index fingers found themselves pressed against your lips.

“Get 'em wet for me, baby. Go ahead, it’s okay.” So you listen—you let your lips part, sucking his fingers between them, running your tongue in circles around his knuckles as he slides them in and out of your mouth. “Fuck… you look so good.”

“You want my fingers somewhere else? Been grinding this pussy against me like you need something. Do you want me to make you feel good, hm? Will that make my pretty girl stop crying?” He was mocking you, reveling in the way you squirmed against him as he pressed your hips into the counter.

“Caleb… please,” You said, words muffled by his thick fingers pushing down against your tongue, your saliva dripping halfway down his arm at this point.

“But you’re so mean, baby. Only nice girls get treats. Are you gonna be nice from now on? Gonna' treat my pretty girl better?” He watched as your reflection nodded up and down, pretty little eyes closed tightly, nose scrunched up like a bunny. He was in awe at this sight—he almost wanted to give you your reward without making you work for it...almost.

“Answer me, baby. C’mon, be good for me… please,” His words were strained, like he was getting off just as much as you were without him even being touched. It made your knees buckle a little beneath you, forcing your limp fingers to grip around his forearm, desperately searching for some stability.

“Yes yes I’ll be nice. I promise. Just touch me please.” With that, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, your spit glistening around his digits as they traveled slowly down your body, leaving you painted in your own wetness.

“You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen, you know that?” He pressed a soft kiss to your neck as his wet fingers slid beneath the waistband of your panties.

“Fuck this pussy’s so wet already. I can feel your little clit’s already excited, she’s so swollen. Aw, does it hurt, baby?” His muscled thigh forced its way between your legs, spreading them wider as his fingers lightly toyed with your most sensitive spot, soaked fingers rubbing on each side of your clit. Your hole clenched around nothing, juices spilling out against the fabric, desperately wanting to be filled—hungry.

“Look so pretty when you don’t get what you want though. Maybe this is all you should get, huh? After all, mean girls shouldn’t be rewarded, should they?” You squirmed even more at his words, trying to force his fingers to move faster or press against you harder—something. Caleb was having none of it though, his big hand gripping your waist, pinning you still. Whines fell from between your lips at the denial.

“Didn’t you just say you would be good? Were you lying to me again or does this messy hole between your legs make it so you can’t think straight? Don’t tell me my fingers barely touching you makes you this dumb, sugar. That’s cute… but a little pathetic, don’t you think?” He sloppily kissed your skin between words, teeth nipping against the flesh, tongue lapping at your wounds only to bite into you again.

“I guess you can’t think. Is that it? You need me to tell you what to do, hm?” You nodded uncontrollably, that heavy weight moving your muscles against your will once again.

“My pretty girl with the sloppy cunt. Say it.” His thumb found your clit now, hovering over it, just barely touching the aching button… but it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until you did what he told you to.

“Caleb please…”

“No more whining. If you’re not saying what I told you to then you shouldn’t be speaking at all. Say you’re my pretty girl.” He freed your waist, certain that you wouldn’t disobey when he had you like this—so pliable. His hand made it’s way to your half-undone hair now, gripping it, as he pushed your face closer to the mirror, your body bent over the sink, reflection painfully close.

You said it… but not the way he wanted you to. Your eyes were on him, words barely audible, attitude palpable through the statement. Without warning the warmth of his fingers on your cunt was quickly gone as he slipped his fingers out of your panties to deliver a swift slap to your clit over the fabric. You screamed out at the painful sensation, which only resulted in another smack against your cunt.

“Do it the right way. Look at my girl while you tell her she’s pretty and mean it.” You looked at your reflection, chest bare, sweat staining your skin, hair messy from the way Caleb’s fingers gripped it forcing you not to look away. Your eyes were glazed over, lipstick smudged onto your chin—you were a mess, but you said it.

“I- I’m your pretty girl.” Not even a second passed after the words left your lips before Caleb slid the crotch of your panties to the side, fingers pressing all the way against you now. His middle finger, still wet from the impromptu blowjob you’d given it, made it’s way into your tight hole inch by inch.

“See what happens when you’re not a fucking brat? Don’t you know that only good girls get what they want?” You nodded, your head feeling fuzzy as his thick finger forced itself between your walls, its length allowing him to brush against your g-spot with hardly any effort.

“Say it again.” You did, looking yourself in the eyes once more.

“That’s right. You’re my pretty girl who listens so well. My god you are fucking prefect.” You were rewarded with another finger amongst the praise, but he hadn’t touched your clit again. He knew that the second he did, you would fall apart in his arms. He just wasn’t quite done playing with you yet.

“Aw my baby gets so fucking dumb when her holes get filled. How cute… you having trouble with your words again? What is it, sugar? Come on, tell me, you can do it.” His lips were so close to your ear as he spoke, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. His tone was sweet, slightly higher in pitch, as if he were calling out for a stray dog to come eat a treat out of his palm. The condescending sound made you whine out once again, just like a puppy would.

“Aww am I not giving you what you want? Am I being mean to you?” His fingers quickened as he watched you pant, your palms flattened out against the mirror as he rocked you back and forth against his hand.

“Caleb please touch me.”

“I’m already touching you silly girl? What is it, did you want a kiss?” The thought of getting to feel his lips on yours as his fingers fucked harder into you, his tongue lapping at yours, brought more tears to your eyes.

“Yes. Please ‘wanna kiss so bad.” He pushed your head closer to your reflection, until your lips were only a millimeter from the mirror,

“Go on then. Give her a kiss—such a pretty girl deserves a kiss.” His cock ached in his pants against you as he watched it—the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen so desperate for his fingers that she was kissing herself in the mirror just because he’d said so.

“Goood girl. Good job being so sweet. Tell her you’re sorry again for hurting her feelings.” His thumb finally nudged against your clit again, slowly rubbing small little circles around it. The stimulation made you cry once more as he found just the right rhythm to keep you on the edge as apologies flowed from your lips.

“You must be getting close, beautiful. This little pussy is grippin’ on my fingers so tight. She doesn’t wanna let me go. Do you need to cum, baby?”

“Yes yes wanna cum so bad for you.”

“Aw I know I know. It’s okay. I’ll stop being mean to you since you’ve been so sweet. Tell me where you wanna cum, sugar.” The question only made you squeeze him tighter, your sloppy hole clenching and spasming around his fingers and you pressed your lips to the mirror once more, leaving little red kiss marks all over the reflection of your face. Your hips free now, you pushed into his cock again, grinding against the fabric of his pants, leaving an even bigger wet spot than before.

“No no no, you can’t have my cock. This is about you, just wanna make you feel good, yeah?�� You whined louder at the denial, your voice trembling as you shook from your sobs.

“Don’t cry anymore, baby. I’ll do you one better yeah?” He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, despite the fight your hole tried to put up in keeping him inside. His hand’s grip on your hair was gone, but not before he used it to force you to turn towards him for the first time. He lowered himself to his knees, rough hands gently grabbing your thigh as he placed it over his shoulder.

“You are a fucking goddess,” he whispered as he brought his mouth between your legs, placing tiny kisses on the inside of your thighs. “Shouldn’t I pay my respects?” He wasted no more time getting his tongue on your cunt, pushing your lips apart as he savored your juices in his mouth. Your fingers tangled into his hair now, pushing your hips into his face as he gripped your thigh even tighter making you moan out at the mix of pain and pleasure. You were already so close, the feeling of Caleb suckling on your puffy clit, the rhythm just how he knew you liked it, made you beg to cum once more in no time.

“So fucking gorgeous, grinding on my tongue. Go on, say it one more time for me. Say you’re my pretty girl. Say you’ll never be mean to yourself again and I’ll let you cum for me.” He looked up at you as the words spilled out of your mouth just like he said, the look on your face intoxicating as you screamed out his name.

“Gooood girl you can cum for me. C'mon pretty girl, cum in my mouth, it’s okay. You earned it.” He held you still, tongue continuing to harass your poor little clit as you writhed above him. Your legs gave out, quivering as he continued to lick up the mess you’d made.

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you. Keep cumming for me, let it all out,” he said, voice sweet once again as he steadied you with his hands and you rode out the rest of your orgasm.

“You did so good. I’m so proud of you.” He pressed one more kiss to your clit, as you finished coming down, your body finally feeling steady in his arms. He stood up, towering over you once again, face wet with your juices as he held your fingers between his. His other hand cupped your face, thumb softly wiping away your tears.

“I love you more than anything and I want you to know that you have nothing to be insecure about. Even if you’re not feeling your best, you can always talk to me and I’ll remind you of just how beautiful you are. Okay?” You nodded, looking up at him with big eyes, your heart hurting in your chest from how full it felt in that moment.

“I love you, Caleb.”

“I can tell because you let me ruin your makeup when we only have…” He glanced over at my phone on the countertop, “thirty minutes before the car gets here.”

“Thirty minutes?” You shouted out, pushing against Caleb’s chest.

“You’ll be fine. I’ll make them wait,” he said, reaching down to pick up the white dress shirt that had been previously discarded onto the floor.

“And hey, put on that red dress. I’ll need something pretty to look at while everyone else is droning on about how great I am.” You rolled your eyes, letting out a laugh that perfectly harmonized with his as you threw the balled up dress towards him.

“Now you’ll have to iron them both.” He hummed in acceptance, violet irises glimmering at the sight of you.

“Anything for you, gorgeous.”

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seitmai · 3 days ago

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Sooo many things to say

You'd been quiet for days, chalking it up to exhaustion from work, but Bradley was a little concerned. He was missing out on a lot of cooking and cleaning at home, as well as responsibilities with Rose. Most days, he was collapsing in bed right after you, body tired and brain overworked. But he was close to advancing a few of his pilots to the next stage in their careers, and he didn't want to let up just yet.

Yeah now guess how tired it makes to grow a human from scratch while also being the food source for another one🙄

Bradley looked down at your face, the perfect curve of your cheek catching the sunlight. You were beautiful. Every bit as stunning as the day he first laid eyes on you in one of the classrooms he passed on a regular basis. "Sweetheart, if there's anything good or just in this world, it better be another girl. Then I'd have three of you to look at."

🥰🥰🥰

"Rose looks like you. Everyone thinks so. She's adorable." He pulled you to a stop and leaned down to kiss your cheek. "And her face already has this exact curve that I'm fucking obsessed with." Bradley let his lips linger, loving the way your cheek warmed as you stepped all the way into his embrace. You seemed on the verge of telling him something or asking a question, your posture never quite relaxing. He'd noticed that recently. Like you couldn't let yourself completely go with him like you always did. He wanted to ask you what was going on, but he was more than willing to wait until you were ready to say something on your own.

Say it!!!

"Let's go," he sighed. "Dr. Morris already thinks I'm an idiot. I better not add tardiness to her list of complaints about me."

hahaha fair

"Fuck yes," Bradley gasped, scooting his chair a little closer. "I mean, please." You and Dr. Morris were both wearing smirks as he squeezed your hand. He was so excited, it was hard to swallow. He didn't care if it was a boy or a girl. He felt the same way last time around, too. He just wanted a healthy kid he could dote on.

He loves being a dad so much 🥹

He was up out of his seat, sending the thing screeching across the floor as he hooted. Okay, so maybe he did have a bit of a preference for another daughter, but he would have been happy either way. "Another girl!" he shouted while you smiled up at him. "Just me and my three beautiful girls." Bradley let his lips collide with yours, kissing you until he got his fill. Dr. Morris and the rest of the ultrasound and everything else could just wait a few minutes while he soaked in this pure perfection.

Bradley's excitment for his daughter(s) is so pure 🥹

You wanted to be happy. You really did. But it was too hard. Somehow letting your sadness ebb and flow was easier. Especially whenever you ventured too far away from your lab or your office. Indigo was always around. It was like she knew were to find you. And perhaps she did. Your name was in the directories around base. But it felt like she was mocking you. She obviously wanted your husband, and he was either oblivious or hiding something.

This is just breaking my heart, she has already so much on her plate...

Indigo smiled and laughed, showing off her perfect teeth. "Well, I can't give you details here, but... it's no wonder he's willing to spend so much time with me after hours. Anyone with eyes can see his wife let herself go this time around." Your cheeks burned as she added, "He's more than happy to help me with absolutely anything I need." You sucked in a deep breath, certain she was talking about Bradley. And you. When the elevator arrived you ducked inside, jamming your finger against the button for your floor. As the doors slid shut, Indigo's gaze connected with yours, and she stood there proudly with her friend like she'd actually managed to steal Bradley from you.

I think I'm gonna throw up🤢

"She's right," you whispered, tossing your lunch onto your desk and running for the bathroom. One glance in the mirror as you ran for an empty stall left you sobbing in the ladies' room. You looked awful. It was no wonder Bradley was paying extra attention to her. The fear that looking at Indigo had already turned into touching her was eating away at you. When you flushed the toilet, you turned and gagged before emptying the meager contents of your stomach into the bowl.

Oh no, I just wanna hug her 🥺 (and maybe slap some sense in Bradley)

"Actually, no," he replied, watching as his best friend looked inside to see who was waiting for him. She made a face, gaze snapping back to his. "Can it wait until later?" Nat pressed her lips together like she was fighting off a scowl. "I wanted to see if you were free to workout with me later," she whispered. "I could stop by after dinner, and we could do some reps in your garage?"

Oh I have a feeling Nat is gonna my part in slapping some sense into him

"I could spot you a mile away," he told her, and she chucked her bag at his chest. They both laughed when he caught it. "You know what I can see a mile away?" she asked. "What?" "The word dumbass written across your forehead." "Why is he here?" Bradley asked, and a split second later, Jake came strolling in like he owned the place. Nat and Jake shared a look as Jake tossed his gym bag next to hers. "I thought I might need some backup." Now Bradley was annoyed and also confused. "Backup? For what?"

Oh good he is so clueless...also Jake for backup is great because he no matter what will be on BG's side!

"I love you, Bradley. I really do. But I still have to follow girl code."

Nat is just the best🫰🏻

"Nat, I have no fucking clue what you're talking about." The clanging of Jake adding weights to the bar made Bradley want to scream as Nat shook her head in pity. "She wants in your pants," Jake drawled. "Who?" Bradley asked, still unsure what they were even talking about. "Your student with the crazy blue eyes!" Nat said, smacking him hard on the chest. Bradley held up his left hand, complete with wedding band. He rarely ever took it off, especially since it got him into hot water with you when he was deployed. But as he watched the band shine under the fluorescent lights, his lips parted wordlessly, and he stood there while both Nat and Jake scrutinized him.

Oh god he really doesn't get it 🤦🏻‍♀️

If Indigo had been flirting with him this whole time, he'd written her off as an overzealous young pilot trying to prove herself. Now every interaction replayed through his mind, and he rubbed his palm over his eyes as he groaned. There was no way this was happening to him. He'd been alone with her on several occasions in his office. The door always remained open, but she'd pushed for him to close it. Bradley's cheeks burned with mortification, and he wasn't sure he could even look Nat in the face. If Indigo really was trying to get in his pants, then he was a joke. He was an absolute joke, and none of the younger pilots took him seriously in his new role. That thought made him sick, but not as sick as the idea that maybe you'd noticed something as well. Bradley swallowed hard. "Oh, fuck." When he swallowed again, he wanted to scream.

Halleluja! It got through his thick skull

"Okay, there's my answer," Nat whispered, wrapping her fingers gently around his wrist and pulling his hand away from his face. She pressed herself up onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Thank god you're just stupid. It would be so much worse if you were messing around with her intentionally."

She's so real for that lol

"I'm fucking married, Nat! I made wedding vows. I have a daughter, and my wife is pregnant with another girl. What the fuck would I cheat for? What's going to be better than this?" "Nothing's gonna be better than Angel," Jake drawled. "I'm still not sure if it was dumb luck or divine intervention, but she's way out of your league, Bradshaw."

Jake is jumping on the opportunity to bash Bradley hahah

"I know," Bradley snarled. "You think I don't know that? She's fucking perfect." He tilted his head back, blinking up at the lights. "Do you think she knows Indigo was trying to flirt with me?" "Absolutely," Nat replied, and Bradley forced himself to meet her eyes. "Yes, asshole," Jake added. "She's not stupid like you are."

They are not wrong🤷🏻‍♀️

"God damn it," he groaned, realizing Nat was lifting weights while Jake spotted her. "Do you think I should talk to Mav tomorrow?" "Yes," they both replied in unison. The fact that they agreed on something was scary enough, but that let Bradley know just how fucked he was.

Oh he is so fucked when they gang on him like that

When Bradley noticed movement, he looked up at the sliding glass door. You were carrying Rose around the living room, bouncing her in your arms as you yawned. Getting the Nugget ready for bed was supposed to be his job. He loved it. The bedtime stories and the snuggles were the best part. He needed to have this.

I love that he loves doing the bedtime routine🥹

Finally he walked inside, sliding the door closed quietly behind him, trying not to panic. Rose was nearly asleep, but you let him take her into his arms. Bradley kissed her all over her sweet face before forfeiting her to her crib, then he climbed in bed with you. When he reached for your hand, you curled up against him, and he let his hand rest along your belly. "I love you, Sweetheart," he whispered, heart aching. "I love my three girls."

Oh he better start to act like it... I have a bad feeling 🥴

Aim for the Sky Part 33 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley can't wait to learn if Rose is going to have a younger brother or sister. Planning for the baby means planning for the future, but Bradley can feel that you're unhappy. With help from friends, he finally figures out why.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, body image, DILF Roo, pregnancy, jealousy, vomiting

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Truthfully, he was enjoying many aspects of his day-to-day at work. He loved making decisions that would benefit his group. When he had a compelling answer for his superior officers, it made him feel so good about himself. He didn't even mind putting in the extra hours. But it was clear that Indigo wanted to be his class pet, and he wasn't quite sure what to do about that.

She was weighing on his mind a lot, most likely because she was constantly invading his office hours. He wanted to tell her she didn't have to try so hard to be the best aviator in the bunch when she just simply was the best one. But that would be feeding her ego, which probably wasn't the smartest option right now.

"Are you ready?"

Bradley looked up from his desk to see you standing there, and he jumped to his feet. "Of course I'm ready," replied with a smile, pushing all of his paperwork to the side and logging out of his computer. "Been looking forward to this."

You smiled softly, hand resting on the slight swell of your belly as you shifted your weight from one booted foot to the other. "Me too," you whispered, and Bradley grabbed his keys, wallet and phone from his desk drawer. He reached for your hand, lacing his fingers between yours and headed out into the sunny October afternoon.

"Time for our final guesses," you said. "Do you think it's a boy or another girl?"

"Rose looks like you, Bradley!" you insisted immediately, breaking out in the biggest smile he'd seen on your face in weeks.

"Rose looks like you. Everyone thinks so. She's adorable." He pulled you to a stop and leaned down to kiss your cheek. "And her face already has this exact curve that I'm fucking obsessed with."

Bradley let his lips linger, loving the way your cheek warmed as you stepped all the way into his embrace. You seemed on the verge of telling him something or asking a question, your posture never quite relaxing. He'd noticed that recently. Like you couldn't let yourself completely go with him like you always did. He wanted to ask you what was going on, but he was more than willing to wait until you were ready to say something on your own.

"We'll be late if we don't get a move on," you whispered. Bradley responded by kissing along your cheek to your lips. "I'm serious, Roo," you mumbled.

"Let's go," he sighed. "Dr. Morris already thinks I'm an idiot. I better not add tardiness to her list of complaints about me."

A short drive later, and the two of you were walking into the waiting room right on time. You barely sat down before a nurse was calling you back and handing you a hospital gown.

"It's weird without Rose here," you said as you got undressed. Bradley held out the gown for you to slip into, shaking his head.

"Nah. This is just for us. She can hear all about it later after work."

He was just about to close the distance to stop you from tying the gown closed so he could get another look at you, but Dr. Morris strolled in.

"How are we all doing?" she asked, shooting Bradley a look on her way past. It wasn't like he was capable of knocking you up again, but she was looking at him like he might have.

"Fantastic," he replied at the same time you said, "Okay."

He shot you a look as you eased yourself up on the table. He wasn't sure what he could do to make you happier. A conversation was clearly necessary now, but he didn't even know how to initiate it. If finding out more about the second Nugget today wasn't enough to make you smile, he didn't know what was.

He dropped down into the chair at your side, wrapping his big hand around yours as Dr. Morris spread that warm gel across your belly and asked you an array of questions. He listened to your answers as his heart beat a little faster. He was excited about this. Soon you could talk about baby names and nursery themes. He couldn't wait to meet his second child in the spring.

Bradley kissed your fingertips, watching intently as your doctor isolated some ultrasound images. Then she asked, "Do you want to find out the sex?"

"Fuck yes," Bradley gasped, scooting his chair a little closer. "I mean, please."

You and Dr. Morris were both wearing smirks as he squeezed your hand. He was so excited, it was hard to swallow. He didn't care if it was a boy or a girl. He felt the same way last time around, too. He just wanted a healthy kid he could dote on.

"It's a girl."

He was up out of his seat, sending the thing screeching across the floor as he hooted. Okay, so maybe he did have a bit of a preference for another daughter, but he would have been happy either way.

"Another girl!" he shouted while you smiled up at him. "Just me and my three beautiful girls."

Bradley let his lips collide with yours, kissing you until he got his fill. Dr. Morris and the rest of the ultrasound and everything else could just wait a few minutes while he soaked in this pure perfection.

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Bradley had been inundating your text thread for days with links to various nursery themes, but meanwhile you and he hadn't even decided which room would be your second daughter's.

"A second daughter," you whispered at your desk. Your parents were excited; you got to watch your mom and dad cry over FaceTime. Rose was too young to care, but one day she might have an opinion about her sister. You, on the other hand, felt like a mixed bag of emotions.

When you managed to let your intrusive thoughts win out, you checked his phone only to find pretty much nothing untoward. Other than ruining the surprise of what was probably supposed to be an anniversary gift, all you found was one unanswered message Indigo sent to him a while ago. It bordered on flirtatious, and you were a little concerned that he gave her his phone number, but there was really nothing there.

But she was in your face on base enough that you kept to your office as much as you could. Of course, today was the day you were absolutely starving, and you left your lunch at home. You could pop down to the cafeteria, grab a sandwich to appease yourself and the baby, and then bring it back up here to eat it. Should be a piece of cake.

Hot turkey sandwiches were on the menu, and you almost cried tears of joy as you had one packed up in a container with extra gravy and a side of mashed potatoes. It smelled so good, you couldn't wait to take a bite.

When you were waiting for the elevator, you froze with your lunch in your hands. You could see Indigo and Spice heading out of the cafeteria, and there was hardly anyone in the lobby for you to try to hide behind. You felt absolutely ridiculous as you stood there eavesdropping.

"What kind of progress have you made?" Spice asked, voice carrying over the sound of conversation around you.

You sucked in a deep breath, certain she was talking about Bradley. And you. When the elevator arrived you ducked inside, jamming your finger against the button for your floor. As the doors slid shut, Indigo's gaze connected with yours, and she stood there proudly with her friend like she'd actually managed to steal Bradley from you.

A sob escaped your lips, and you tripped along to your office door. You really did look awful. Your skin was broken out, and you were going to need to start wearing the maternity tent well before your third trimester. Your belly was already tender, and then the baby decided this was the perfect moment to kick hard enough you thought you were going to wet your khakis.

When you finally made it back to your office, your stomach couldn't handle a single bite of food. You dumped it in the trash.

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Bradley was just wrapping up a meeting with Maverick when Indigo cornered him outside his office. "Can I help you with something?" he asked, trying to keep the amusement from his voice. She was getting to be relentless.

As she shook her head slowly, she laughed. "I already told you, Sir, I can think of countless things you could help me with."

"Well why don't you run some of them past me?"

Her eyes widened as she licked her lips. "We could do that at the Hard Deck? I could still buy you that drink?"

Bradley sighed, hands planted on his hips which somehow drew her in closer. "I can't let any of you buy me drinks. Sorry, but that's not going to happen." He nodded toward his door. "But I have about fifteen minutes if there's something I can help you with."

She nodded. "Fifteen minutes would probably be more than enough, Sir."

Indigo stepped inside his office, glancing back at him over her shoulder, but Bradley saw another familiar face turn the corner in the hallway.

"Hey, there, hot shot," said Natasha, making Bradley smile. "You have a minute?"

"Actually, no," he replied, watching as his best friend looked inside to see who was waiting for him. She made a face, gaze snapping back to his. "Can it wait until later?"

Nat pressed her lips together like she was fighting off a scowl. "I wanted to see if you were free to workout with me later," she whispered. "I could stop by after dinner, and we could do some reps in your garage?"

"Absolutely," he replied. "See you around seven?"

"Yeah."

She took one more look at Indigo before marching back the way she came, leaving Bradley with nothing to do but take a seat behind his desk.

"Do you want me to close the door?" Indigo asked, voice laced with hope as she half stood.

"Leave it," Bradley replied, once again showing no hint of favoritism. "Now, what did you want to talk about?"

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After dinner, you excused yourself to Rose's nursery to feed her and make a phone call to your parents. Bradley kissed you on the forehead before doubling back to the bedroom to change into gym clothes. When he let you know Nat was coming over to workout in the garage, you seemed almost relieved.

He started setting up his weights and bench press when he heard the sound of a familiar engine pull up to the house. A minute later, Nat was strolling in wearing bright pink spandex with a matching gym bag.

"I could spot you a mile away," he told her, and she chucked her bag at his chest. They both laughed when he caught it.

"You know what I can see a mile away?" she asked.

"What?"

"The word dumbass written across your forehead."

He rolled his eyes, dropping her bag onto one of the mats. Then he froze as he heard another engine pull up to a stop at his driveway. This one made him glare at Nat.

"Why is he here?" Bradley asked, and a split second later, Jake came strolling in like he owned the place.

Nat and Jake shared a look as Jake tossed his gym bag next to hers. "I thought I might need some backup."

Now Bradley was annoyed and also confused. "Backup? For what?"

Natasha closed the distance to him, patting Bradley on the chest with a firm hand. Her dark eyes conveyed concern as she asked, "Are you fucking stupid? Or are you doing it on purpose?"

"Huh?"

"I love you, Bradley. I really do. But I still have to follow girl code."

"Nat, I have no fucking clue what you're talking about."

The clanging of Jake adding weights to the bar made Bradley want to scream as Nat shook her head in pity.

"She wants in your pants," Jake drawled.

"Who?" Bradley asked, still unsure what they were even talking about.

"Your student with the crazy blue eyes!" Nat said, smacking him hard on the chest.

"Indigo?" Bradley asked, taking a step away from her. Both Nat and Jake were nodding as Bradley's brow creased. "She's like twenty-six years old."

"So?" Nat asked, hands planted on her hips.

"So, she's not trying to get in my pants. I'm married. Everyone knows I'm married."

Bradley held up his left hand, complete with wedding band. He rarely ever took it off, especially since it got him into hot water with you when he was deployed. But as he watched the band shine under the fluorescent lights, his lips parted wordlessly, and he stood there while both Nat and Jake scrutinized him.

Bradley's cheeks burned with mortification, and he wasn't sure he could even look Nat in the face. If Indigo really was trying to get in his pants, then he was a joke. He was an absolute joke, and none of the younger pilots took him seriously in his new role. That thought made him sick, but not as sick as the idea that maybe you'd noticed something as well.

Bradley swallowed hard. "Oh, fuck." When he swallowed again, he wanted to scream.

"I'm not," he barked, angry at the insinuation. "I wouldn't. I've never even touched her!"

Nat's hands were on his chest, coaxing him to calm down, but he was too worked up. "Easy, Soul Sister," she said, but he was shaking his head now.

"I'm fucking married, Nat! I made wedding vows. I have a daughter, and my wife is pregnant with another girl. What the fuck would I cheat for? What's going to be better than this?"

Bradley's chest was heaving with ragged breaths as she guided him to sit on his bench. He landed hard, jostling the weights as he looked up at two sympathetic faces.

"Nothing's gonna be better than Angel," Jake drawled. "I'm still not sure if it was dumb luck or divine intervention, but she's way out of your league, Bradshaw."

"I know," Bradley snarled. "You think I don't know that? She's fucking perfect." He tilted his head back, blinking up at the lights. "Do you think she knows Indigo was trying to flirt with me?"

"Absolutely," Nat replied, and Bradley forced himself to meet her eyes.

"Yes, asshole," Jake added. "She's not stupid like you are."

"Fuck." Bradley stood and started pacing around. He felt like his job and marriage were suddenly on the line. He didn't know what to say to you that wouldn't potentially make things worse right now. If he could think of something reasonable, he'd run across the yard and back inside the house and say it to your face.

Maybe this was part of the reason you'd been so quiet? But it didn't make sense. He never talked about Indigo outside of the context of work, because there was simply nothing else to say. But after that night at the bar, you were really fucking mad at him. He thought you were mad that he got drunk, but maybe there was more to it.

"God damn it," he groaned, realizing Nat was lifting weights while Jake spotted her. "Do you think I should talk to Mav tomorrow?"

"Yes," they both replied in unison. The fact that they agreed on something was scary enough, but that let Bradley know just how fucked he was.

But he would take care of everything. He'd talk to Mav and figure it all out. What other choice did he have?

"I'm heading inside," he murmured. "Can the two of you turn off the lights and lock up when you're done."

Bradley didn't wait for an answer. He was already walking across the backyard, craving your reassuring touch that he wasn't quite sure he deserved. When his phone vibrated in the pocket of his shorts, he pulled it out. He was met with another text from Indigo, but this time there was a photo as well. She was on the beach at sunset, the orange and pink sky somehow making her eyes look even more startlingly blue, and she was smiling at the camera. When his eyes slid down the screen to her cleavage, he almost dropped his phone. But not before he read the text.

This beach is so beautiful. Wish you were here.

Bradley couldn't decide what to do. Turn around and go back to the garage? Go inside the house? Sit down on Rose's jungle gym and cry? Smash his phone to bits? When another text appeared, he looked at it immediately.

Oops, I sent that to the wrong person. Have a good night, Sir.

Bradley squeezed his phone in his hand until he was afraid it might break. Then he opened a different text thread and pounded out a message, hitting send immediately.

Mav, I need to talk to you about something important first thing in the morning.

"I love you, Sweetheart," he whispered, heart aching. "I love my three girls."

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organic-bloodbath · 17 hours ago

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Can you write about a shy reader who is involved with Gi-hun's group and she is completely oblivious to Thanos showing interest in her until the Mingle challenge when it came down to 2 people and Thanos saw an opportunity to get close to the reader?

Mingle

Thanos x Reader

Summary: As above.

A/N: Bestie this is EXACTLY what i've wanted to write. Please leave any other requests you have in mind 🫶🏻

☆☆☆

Thanos was surrounded by his fans, all clinging on him and ready to take a picture together.

"Hey, there's room for one more," he said with a smirk and winked an eye to you. You didn't say anything, only quickly turned away and left, walking faster than before and hands in your pockets.

During the Red light Green light game, Thanos noticed that you seemed to be a little clumsy and struggled to stay still. He wasn't far away from you and ran in front of you, pushing others out of his way, not caring if they fell and got killed.

"Stay behind me, pretty flower," he said with a low voice, but loud enough that you heard. You were confused but thankful.

During the run towards the goal you were stumbling a little bit once in a while and if it weren't for Thanos, you would have been shot several times. You had always had a bad coordination.

Every time someone was shot, you had to shut your eyes and just imagine that it wasn't real, people weren't actually getting killed if you didn't see it. You pretended it to be just an act. Your entire body was shaking and you had never struggled this much to stay calm.

You crossed the finish line when there was only 4 seconds left and couldn't believe that you actually made your way into safety.

"Glad to see that a pretty face made it through," Thanos said next to you, his shoulder almost brushing yours.

"Yeah, um, thank you," you said quietly.

When they shot the rest of the players who hadn't managed to cross the line in time, you shut your eyes again and put hands against your ears to muffle out the sound.

You didn't know how long you stayed standing there like that, until you felt a hand touching your arm, making you to open your eyes.

"It's over now, okay?" Thanos said, looking at you with a concerned look.

☆☆☆

"Señorita, excuse me," a voice said right behind you, making you startle and turn around. "Play a game with me."

You struggled to get a word out of your mouth at first, nervous having a few men around him stare at you as well.

"Um, no thank you," you mumbled. "I already got a group, sorry."

"You can still change," Thanos suggested and stepped closer, standing right in front of you. He was a lot taller than you and you had to look up to meet his eyes. "I'll keep you safe, okay?"

"I'll pass, thanks," you said, feeling awkward and your mouth turning into a thin line. You didn't want to abandon your group, now that they had just found the correct amount of players to play the game.

Thanos looked after you as you hurried away from him without another word and narrowed his eyes. You joined a group of a few older men, and by looking at them, Thanos knew you would have a better change of winning with him than them.

☆☆☆

"You were good at Ddakji," Thanos said, appearing next to you out of thin air. "Maybe we could play it together some day. You win - you get to slap me. I win - i get to give you a kiss."

"I don't slap people for fun," you answered, with a tone as if his offer had been offensive.

"Well, then i'll make sure to win every round, hm?"

"I never lose," you said coldly, but a short smile spread on your lips just to mock him.

"I always like a good-" Thanos started but you were already walking away to have a dinner with your friends, ignoring him completely.

☆☆☆

During the Mingle game, Thanos saw you with the same group of men as before - they seemed to protect you well and not leave you alone even once. A younger man, possibly around his age, made sure to always grab your hand and lead you to another room with other players.

When it was time to find a room with a group of 2, Thanos started running towards one of the rooms with Nam-gyu, kicking other people out of his way. But when he was about to enter the room and already held the door frame, he looked behind him and saw something what made his heart drop.

Just a moment ago you had had a partner, but now you had fallen on the floor, none of your group members in sight, not even the man who had protected you previously. You were all alone and holding your ankle, struggling to get up.

"Sorry, brother, you're on your own right now," Thanos said, patting Nam-gyu on his shoulder a few times and sprinting away from him.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" he heard Nam-gyu yelling after him but he didn't turn to look at him. Instead, he looked at the time left and then at you.

20 seconds.

You didn't notice him arriving next to you and when he scooped you in his arms, you let out a startled yelp.

Your eyes widened when you looked at him carrying you to safety as fast as he could, your arms automatically wrapping themselves around his neck to keep you from falling, even though he had a firm grip on you.

Thanos opened one of the rooms and put you down, but two people were already in the room. He didn't hesitate even a second, instantly throwing them out of there, closing the door and hearing it to lock right after.

You stared at him in shock and were panting rapidly, ready to have a panic attack soon. When the shootings started, you winced and were about to put your hands against your ears to muffle out the sound.

But Thanos was immediately next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly against him, pressing your head against his chest with his hand against your ear. You closed your eyes and didn't hear barely anything else than his heart beat which was a lot faster than normal.

You melted in his arms and felt yourself to calm down a little bit, feeling the panic leave your body. When the shootings had stopped, he pulled you away from him, but had a grip on your shoulders, making you to look at him

"Why were you there all alone and not with your group?" Thanos asked, furrowing his eyebrows. You weren't sure if he was angry, worried or simply saw you as pathetic, thinking you had given up so easily.

"I was pushed away... I um... I don't really remember," you mumbled and slightly shook your head. "Why did you save me and not your friend?"

"I told you i'd keep you safe."

"But your friend..."

"He can take care of himself," Thanos said and shrugged. "And if he couldn't - well, it was nice knowing another fan i guess."

You kept staring at him directly in his eyes, making his heart skip a beat. This was the first time he got a proper eye contact with you, previously you always avoided his gaze.

"Well, thank you, Thanos." You let yourself give him a little smile, which made Thanos to feel warm inside.

"You know my name, huh?"

"Doesn't everyone?" you asked like it was common knowledge.

"Fair," he shrugged. "I think i deserve to hear your name as well or do i continue calling you 'pretty flower'?"

You felt your cheeks feel hot and turn red and you broke the eye contact for a moment. Thanos found it adorable how two words could make you so flustered.

"Y/N."

"Y/N," Thanos whispered, as if trying to taste what it felt like in his mouth. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

Your cheeks got even warmer now, you weren't used to guys complimenting your looks or barely any attention from guys at all. That line was so cheesy and used too it made you cringe, just a little bit.

"Thanks," you nervously said and put a strand of hair behind your ear. "What's yours? Your real name?"

Thanos looked at you for a moment, comtemplating whether to reveal it or not.

"Su-bong," he soon said.

"Su-bong," you said, wondering where you had heard the name before. "Oh, i knew a Su-bong once. He was my neighbour, died choking in a pancake."

"I hope they won't serve us pancakes here then," Thanos chuckled and quickly crossed his fingers. "That would be an embarrassing way to die. I'd also want to get out of here alive so i can take you on a date after all this. With or without the pancakes."

Your chest felt tighter and you had butterflies in your stomach, but before you could respond, the lock on the door opened and you were allowed to leave. The game was now over.

You were thankful that the door was unlocked right at that moment, because you didn't know what to say. Nobody had asked you out before, partly because you avoided people and had social anxiety.

"Y/N!" a man shouted on the other side of the room. "Y/N, where are you?!"

You walked towards the voice and locked eyes with Dae-ho, huge relief on both of your faces. Seeing that him and the rest of your group was safe, you felt a lot lighter and felt like you could breathe freely again.

Before you were able to return to your group, Thanos grabbed your wrist to make you look at him one more time.

"Join me for dinner tonight?" he suggested. "I'd be happy to share my dry rice and milk with you."

"Um," you quickly glanced towards your group waiting for you, as if trying to get them approval without any words. "Okay."

This time when you left him, you gave him a warm smile, biting your lip to keep it in but failing.

"Were you really going to let me die because you want to get laid?" Nam-gyu spat next to him, Thanos had barely heard him arrive there, he was busy looking after your figure. "I was forced to save some useless old man."

Thanos turned to look at him with a stare so cold and deadly that Nam-gyu was prepared for a fist on his face and getting a broken nose, making him take a step back with his hands in the air as defense.

"You shut the fuck up," Thanos threatened, his demeanor immediately changing from nice to angry when he changed his attention on Nam-gyu.

Thanos spared one last glance at you before you all left the game area, you having Dae-ho's arm around your shoulder and him making you laugh about something.

Thanos couldn't help but feel a little sting of jealousy stab his heart.

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spidercat2099 · 24 hours ago

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I feeeeel like Nanami wouldn't notice you flirting with him until someone brought it up.

He'd just be at his desk working on some project when the guy who sits next to him is like "So are you guys a thing yet?" right after you leave a coffee at Kento's desk.

He'd be like "What are you talking about?"

"C'mon dude, she's obviously into you."

"She's just very friendly." He'd respond, not thinking too much about it.

"Just to you?" The guy would ask, letting the question linger for a second before returning to his computer.

His eyebrows furrow slightly and the gears begin to turn. You were a bit touchy, always ensuring there wouldn't be loose threads or dust on his nice suit. You always asked if he ate, how his day was, and if he'd like a coffee. He would've kept thinking that it was just you being friendly if he hadn't realized that you hardly make an effort to do all those things for any other worker.

"I should ask her out then. She is pretty cute." The guy would say, more to himself than Kento. But if what he said was true, Kento would not like the idea of the other guy asking you out first. He had to know.

So, he'd get off the clock just a bit earlier that day. Just as you were getting up from your desk, you'd see a large figure loom over you. "Hey, I was just about to say goodbye." You'd say, surprised he made the first move to see you for once.

"Miss y/n. Have you been flirting with me?" He'd ask bluntly. He'd see no reason to skirt around it, he had to know if he was truly missing all these signals.

You'd chuckle, a bit flistered by the sudden question as you pack your papers. "Well... just a bit. I hope it doesn't offend you."

Kento would pause, confused as to why you weren't more upfront about it. But at the same time, he realized you were probably very obvious if the guy next to him noticed it. He was just oblivious. "Offend me?" He'd ask, unsure of how it could possibly be offensive.

"Yeah." You'd shrug. "It's fine if you don't feel the same. I still wanna be friends."

"I didn't say I don't feel the same." He'd shut down that idea quickly. "I just hadn't thought of our interactions that way. I thought you were simply being friendly."

You'd laugh softly, now in a more amused way. You thought he was brushing you off this entire time to let you down easy. "I appreciate that you think I'm that nice."

"So, to be clear, you've been flirting and you like me. Is that correct?" He'd just have to make sure there was no other way to take it.

"Yes." You'd laugh again. His eyes would widen. He didn't think someone could like him out of all people. He always thought he was too boring, too unemotional, too uncaring. But you... you were so sincere in your feelings for him, that he wouldn't be able to doubt it. He'd realize how your laugh made his heart skip a beat. He'd know he didn't wanna waste time.

"Then... would it be right to assume you'd say yes to a date with me?"

You'd pause. "You're... asking me out?"

He'd simply nod. "I would like to take you out."

You'd clear your throat. You didn't think you actually had a shot with him, but it's presenting itself. "I would like that too."

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jisungiesvzz · 3 days ago

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Hiii! Can u please write a similar one like ' give in to me' but a han version💗no rush or anything. I really like ur writing 🫶

I absolutely love this idea! Hope this wasn't too long of a wait :)

Unexpected?

Idol!Han x Choreographer Fem!Reader

Warnings: kissing/making out, public touching (no one sees), neck kissing, fingering (f receiving), getting interrupted/caught

Word Count: 4k (don't look at me)

Author's Note: please let me know if I missed any warnings, this was rushed! And sorry for not posting in so long, I've been going thru it lately...

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You’d spent the whole day with Han and his band members trying to teach them some new choreography. They’d asked you a couple days before if you’d teach them some dances just for fun and you happily agreed.

It was past dinner time, nearly the middle of the night at this point, when you’d realized how late you’d stayed in the studio with the boys. You said your goodnights to each other and dispersed out of the studio.

You knew it was somewhat dangerous to walk home by yourself at this hour but you didn't want to bother anyone by asking for a ride. You’d made it a good few feet from the studio when you heard someone call out to you. You turned around to put a face to the voice, a slight smile spreading across your lips when you realized it was Han.

“Hey, do you need a ride back to your dorm?”

“Uh, no it's okay. I can walk, it’s not too far.”

A frown had formed on Han’s face at your response, like it wasn't the answer he was looking for. "Y/n, there's no way I'm letting you walk back at this hour."

"But—"

"Uh-uh," Han cut you off before you could protest and pointed to his car, "To the vehicle, right now. You're coming with us."

You couldn't help but smile at his stubbornness as he walked up to you from behind and guided you to the car by your shoulders. When you arrived at the car, Han opened the door for you, revealing his bandmates inside.

"Alright guys, make some room. Y/n's coming with us!"

"I call dibs on Jeongin!" Hyunjin happily pointed at Jeongin from the backseat, then grabbed his collar to drag him to the back, earning a fake disgusted face from the younger boy.

"Yah! Channie-hyung save me!" Jeongin wailed, and you couldn't help but laugh at their antics.

After a couple moments of commotion, you and Han finally settled into the middle row. The car ride was pretty mellow, except for the music playing on the radio and playful comments from one of the boys every now and then. You tried to stay awake but your exhaustion that accumulated throughout the day had slowly started to creep up on you and you dozed off.

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You felt a hand running soothingly through your hair and you subconsciously nuzzled into it. The hand traveled down to cup your cheek and ran a thumb softly across it. You were slowly woken up when you felt someone press their lips to the top of your head and softly speak to you, "Y/n… y/n wake up, we're here."

You finally stirred awake, blinking away your sleep. When you came to your senses, you realized you had fallen asleep on Han's shoulder. You quickly lifted your head off his shoulder, slightly flustered from having fallen asleep on him, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep..."

"Don't be, you're cute when you sleep," Han gave an innocent grin, sending hundreds of butterflies flying through your stomach. You tried to hide the blush creeping across your face by looking around the car, only to notice that everyone was gone. It made your heart flutter more to know it was just you and Han in the car. It also made you wonder how long you two had been alone for.

"They went inside a couple minutes ago," Han whispered, as if he somehow read your mind.

"Ah, I see…" you whispered back, not trusting yourself to look at him so you stared down at your fidgeting hands.

You didn't realized how close you were to him until you felt his breath on your neck. Han gently grabbed your chin and tilted your head to look at him. Your faces were mere inches apart and your heart skipped a beat. He leaned even closer, looking down at your lips with lidded eyes, your breath hitching when his lips faintly grazed yours, his thumb caressing your cheek, slowly teasing you with how close he was.

Suddenly, Han's phone began ringing. He softly scoffed with a smirk before pulling away, looking at his phone to see who was calling. "Of course… " Han sighed, picking up the call.

You were stunned, frozen in place for a moment while your mind was racing to try and fathom the moment.

Did that really just happen? Was he going to kiss me?

You forced yourself to shove your thoughts aside when you heard Chan's semi-concerned voice on the other end of the call, "Are you guys okay? You've been out there for awhile."

"Uh, yeah, I just woke her up," Han glanced at you for a moment with an expression you couldn't decipher in time before he continued talking to Chan. "We're gonna head inside now."

Han ended the call then shifted across the seats to open the car door. You were caught off guard when he took your hand and guided you outside the car. As he led you up to the dorm, you couldn't help but think about the moment you two shared not even a couple minutes ago. It wasn't unusual for you and Han to share small affectionate moments like holding hands and things like that but it was never something more — never like… that. Han was being so calm about it that you began to think it never even happened, that maybe you were overthinking the situation. No way you were.

You shook your thoughts away when you arrived at the dorm. The group of boys were splayed out across the couch watching some drama on the TV. Some of them spared you glances of acknowledgment, but most of their attention remained on the show. A part of you was relieved they paid little to no mind to your entrance because you realized that you and Han were still holding hands.

Han led you down the hallway towards his room, not letting go of your hand until the door was closed. He walked further into the room, turning a corner — disappearing from your view. You awkwardly stood by the door, not sure if he wanted you to follow him or not. A few seconds later, he peeked his head around the corner. His eyes subtly ran up and down your body before he let out a soft chuckle at your awkwardness.

"I don't bite, you know," he grinned before disappearing from your view again. You sarcastically laughed at his comment before heading towards the section of the room he was in. When you turned the corner, you found Han racking through some of his clothes, eventually picking up two black hoodies; different in size.

"Which one do you want wear?" Han held the hoodies out in front of him for you to observe.

"Oh- uh it's okay I don't—"

"Y/n, please, I can see the goosebumps on your arms," he cut you off, a knowing look on his face. You opened your mouth to counter his statement but immediately took it back when his gaze intensified, as if warning you he wouldn't take no for an answer.

You let out a sigh before choosing the bigger hoodie of the two. Once you made your decision, Han swiftly pulled the other one over his head. You frowned at him, "If I had known you were gonna wear the one I didn't choose, I would've taken the smaller one."

Han chuckled at your comment, "Just put on your sweater, jagiya." Your heart fluttered at the sudden pet name, butterflies forming in your stomach when he took a few steps closer to you. His hands grazed over yours as he grabbed the hoodie and helped you pull it over your head, wrapping his hands around the back of your neck to pull your hair out from underneath the hoodie. Your mind was becoming fuzzy from the gesture, deciding to distract yourself from his lingering hands by 'readjusting' the bottom area of the garment.

You let out a sigh when his hands started carding through your hair, lightly grazing your scalp; not enough to massage but enough to grasp your attention. When you didn't look at him, he tilted your head back by lightly tugging at the strands of your hair, eliciting a shocked, quiet gasp from you.

It was like you were in the car all over again, your faces just inches apart — the gap closing. His lips grazed yours, your breath hitching when his thumb came to graze across your bottom lip. He couldn't bare the distance anymore as he cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips against yours. You melted into his touch, placing your arms around his neck. He leaned your head to the side to deepen the kiss by tugging on your hair again and you whined into his mouth. You felt him smirk against your lips and your knees nearly buckled when he ran his tongue along your bottom lip teasingly.

One of Han's hands trailed down your body, lightly massaging your waist as he backed you up against the wall, never faltering from the kiss. You gasped into his mouth at the impact and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth with a quiet groan. In desperate need to ground yourself with something, anything, your hands flew to his hair, intertwining with the strands.

Han was the first to pull away, leaning his forehead against yours, both of you left breathless. Your heart was beating through your chest as you untangled your hands from his hair. Before you could place them anywhere else, he took one of your hands in his and laced his fingers with yours, another wave of butterflies flowing through you at the gesture. For a moment, only heavy breathes and lingering looks were shared; your mind still processing.

Han leaned in closer, as if to kiss you again when suddenly, there was a loud knock on the bedroom door, making both of you nearly jump out of your skin. You immediately separated from each other when you heard the door open and footsteps gradually coming closer.

"Where are you guys?" you heard Chan call out, hearing a tint of uncertainty in his voice.

"Uh, the c-closet," Han replied back, rubbing the back of his neck — you could see his cheeks turning a slight crimson color, surely not as obvious as your flushed cheeks though. His sudden flustered state was shocking to you as he had just made the first move not too long ago.

Chan came into view as Hyunjin curiously popped his head around the corner. "Are you guys okay?" Chan asked, furrowing his brows when he felt some tension in the room. Hyunjin narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously and your shoulders subtly tensed more from his gaze. Could he tell?

You tried to shrug it off and make something up but your mind was still elsewhere. Han quickly stepped in, "Yeah, we're fine. Just… talking."

"Wait a minute," Hyunjin said, readjusting himself so he was no longer peeking inside the room. His finger pointed between you and Han and you felt like your heart was about to stop, "Are you wearing Han's hoodie?"

You began stumbling over your words, heat rising to your cheeks and you turned your head away when Han spoke up again, recomposing himself. "Uh, she was cold earlier, so I gave it to her."

Hyunjin pressed his tongue against his cheek, side eyeing you as he began to take a few steps out of the closet, "Mhm, for sure."

Chan rolled his eyes and shooed Hyunjin off as he giggled to himself all the way out the door. Chan remained in the closet doorway as you and Han avoided eye contact with him.

"Okay, I don't know what's happening here and I honestly don't want to know," Chan admitted, letting out a deep sigh. "Just… hurry up and come join us. I can't take another moment of them complaining about your guys' absence," he continued, partially talking to himself as he walked out the door.

Han let out a soft chuckle once he was sure it just you two in the room again. You looked at him with a confused expression, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," he gave you a small smile before taking your hand in his and leading you to the living room. You were sure you were redder than a tomato now. "Let's go join the others."

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It had been a couple hours since you and Han had your little… moment. You had joined the members in the TV room, settling down on one end of the couch. Han had sat next to you, his arm draped over your shoulder with a blanket spread across both your laps. Hyunjin and Felix were on the couch next to you while the rest of the boys were hurdled around the living room floor or leaning against the couch.

You'd managed to calm your nerves down a bit, choosing to intensely focus on the drama playing on the TV instead of how Han's hand seemed to be inching closer to your thigh every few seconds. When his hand finally grazed over your thigh under the blanket, you shuffled in your seat a bit, earning a cocky grin from Han. He fully rested his hand on your inner thigh causing your breath to hitch. Lee Know, who was resting in front of the couch by your feet, noticed your movements and turned to look at you.

"Are you okay?" he mouthed, brows furrowing with genuine concern. You simply nodded your head, not trusting even the smallest whisper to come out of your mouth that could expose how aroused you were becoming. Han firmly squeezed your thigh and you bit back a whine when his hand traveled up to caress the waistband of your sweatpants. You cleared your throat, sitting up on the couch.

"Uh, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom really quick." With that, you sprung off the couch, urgently heading towards the bathroom at the end of the hallway — just out of view from the members.

You had opened the door when someone came up behind you and dragged you inside. From the corner of your eye, you recognized Han and before you could say anything, he was closing the door and pushing you up against the wall, his arms landing on either side of your head, caging you in. Your hands instinctively flew up to his chest to steady yourself, palms trembling when you felt his toned muscles.

"H-Han, what are you— " you were cut off when Han smashed his lips against yours. He pressed his hips against you as he kissed you slow and sloppy. You practically moaned into his mouth from the friction of his hips and he pushed his tongue into your mouth earning a real moan from you.

The sounds you were making seemed to spur him on more and he groaned, his hands flying to your hips to guide you against him. He broke from the heated kiss, wrapping his hands under your thighs to turn you around and lift you onto the bathroom counter.

"Fuck, baby I need you," he groaned, instantly connecting his lips to your neck and you whimpered into his shoulder when he nipped at the sensitive spot just below your ear, running his tongue along the same area to sooth it. He repeated the movements, nipping and licking at the sweet spot on your neck, lightly massaging your thighs as you moaned and whimpered against him.

His hands trailed to the waistband of your pants, tugging at the fabric. You grinded your hips forward and he took that as a sign to take them off, instantly doing so. His hand went down to your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles on it over your underwear. You moaned at the new sensation, rocking your hips against him as your hands flew to his hair.

"F-fuck, Hannie wait—" you whimpered, slightly moving your head back to look at him. Han pressed his lips against yours in a quick sensual kiss before pulling back, giving you a curious expression before letting you speak — his hand never faltering its movements on your clit.

"The m-members could hear us," you managed to whine out, feeling your orgasm approaching. You let out a guttural moan when Han moved your underwear aside and inserted two of his digits into you, curling them against your g-spot effortlessly, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers as you were on the brink of your orgasm.

"By the way you're clenching around my fingers, it looks like you're rather enjoying the idea of that," he slyly grinned, attaching his lips to your collarbone and sucking hard. You threw your head back, body tensing and legs shaking as your release hit you like a title wave. You tried to close your legs to stop him from stimulating your overly sensitive clit but his hips were in the way, keeping you open for him to fuck his fingers into you how he pleases.

"H-Hannie, it's too m-much," you whimpered trying to remove his hands from your clit and clenching hole but he only quickened his pace in response. You moaned, even louder than before, as your second orgasm crashed over you unannounced, more intense than you've ever felt.

"Yeah, that's it, let it out," Han cooed into your ear, continuing to massage your bundle of nerves and spreading your release along your inner thighs when you jolted from overstimulation. He placed soft kisses along your neck, massaging your waist and hips while you came down from your high. You lightly tugged at the strands of hair on the back of his head, pulling his attention to your face.

“Hannie,” you whispered, eyes flickering to his lips as you caught your breath. His expression was still filled with need, his grip on your hips strong, as if he was trying to hold himself back — to ground himself. “What was that about?”

“I uh- I just… something came over me, I guess,” he let out with a breathy chuckle.

“Oh? Something came over you?” you repeated his words, quirking a brow at him with a knowing look. He grinned, leaning closer so your lips were inches apart.

“After we kissed earlier, I couldn’t stop thinking about…” he paused for a second, gazing down at your lips and licking his own, lowering his voice. “About kissing you again.”

“You sure that’s all you thought about?” you teased. He lowly chuckled, rubbing your thighs and you softly gasped.

“Hm, maybe I thought of more… lewd things,” he softly kissed you, shifting closer to you and you felt his hard-on rub against your thigh. He spoke in a low, sultry tone, pressing his hips flesh with yours as a whine escaped your lips, “Let me show you.”

His lips instantly reconnected with yours as his hands flew down to his pants to undo his belt. Your hands worked their way to his shirt to lift it over his head but your movements were stopped when you heard a loud knock on the door. You both immediately froze when Chan spoke through the door, "Y/n, you okay in there?"

"Uh, I- yeah I'm okay!" you stammered out, reaching to pull your pants back up. Han didn't care about his own disheveled state as he helped fix up your clothes and smooth out your hair. When you went to stand up off the counter, you landed directly on Han's foot, a loud groan fell from his lips as you both stumbled back against the opposite wall, your hands flying to his chest to soften your fall as you hit the wall with a thud. Han groaned again when his head hit the wall, rubbing the back of his head and holding his mouth, hoping to muffle his sounds of pain. You frantically whispered apologies to him, instantly shutting up when he placed his hand over your mouth, his finger coming to his own in a shushing motion.

Outside the door, Chan heard the quiet commotion inside, his heart dropping for a split second when he heard the thud. He knocked on the door a little more frantically this time, "Y/n, what was that noise? Are you okay?"

You and Han didn't hear him over your quiet panic, completely missing how he had opened the door and was now standing in the doorway, mouth agape. His eyes went back and forth between the two of you, taking note of your messy hair, his brows furrowing with realization when he noticed Han's shirt half ridden up and belt unbuckled. Han was quick to speak up, "Wait, Chan we can—"

Chan cut him off, a mischievous smile spreading across his face, "Huh, is this what you were doing in the closet earlier?"

You were stunned. Both from the fact of being caught in such a compromising act but more from the fact of how nonchalant Chan was being about the whole situation. Your jaw went slack, heat washing over your face as words failed to leave your mouth. Han's face was completely flushed, turning his head in the other direction as Chan let out an amused chuckle.

"Ah, I see. I'll leave— " Your heart dropped again when you heard curious voices down the hallway, interrupting Chan's train of thought.

"Channie-hyung, is everything alright back there?" you heard Jeongin call out.

"Yeah, we heard some commotion from the—" Felix cut his sentence short when he reached the bathroom door, freezing in place when he saw the disheveled state you and Han were in. Chan sighed, placing his hand on Felix's shoulder, slightly shaking it to stop him from staring.

"Uh… I'm just gonna go," Felix awkwardly said, pointing down the hallway. Thankfully, on his way out he ran into Jeongin, leading the poor boy down the hallway as he fought him back, confused on what was happening.

You were on the verge of crawling out of your skin, shoulders tensed and heat creeping up your neck as embarrassment washed over you. You were already overwhelmed from Han suddenly making out with you and the additional attention of some of the members had your hands shaking.

Han seemed to noticed your anxiety and he practically leapt forward, shooing Chan out of the doorway and shutting the door. He turned back around to look at you, only to find that you were facing away from him, head in your hands.

"Y/n…?" he said softly, taking a few steps forward, unsure of what you were feeling. When you didn't say anything, only letting out a soft sigh, he carefully wrapped his arms around your waist and held your hands, resting his head on your shoulder when you didn't pull away from his initial actions.

"Did I over step?" his voice was quiet, almost hesitant. "I'm sorry if—"

"No, no, no, it's not you," you quickly reassured him, squeezing his hand. "A lot just happened in the past, like, twenty minutes. I guess I just need a minute…?"

He nuzzled his face into your neck, humming in agreement, sending tingles down your spine. After a moment, you felt him press a feather light kiss right below your ear, your breath hitching.

"Uh— Han what are you…"

"Hm, it's been a minute," Han slyly grinned, your mouth opening and closing in shock.

"Oh my gosh, Han that's not what I meant," you giggled when he squeezed your hips, pressing more kisses along your neck. Through your laughter you hadn't realized that he had unhooked himself from you and turned you around to lead your back towards the wall again. Once your back was pressed against the wall, your laughter quieted down and the air between the two of you became thick again. You softly gasped when he leaned closer and you felt something hard against your leg.

A tempting smirk spread across his face as he grazed his lips against yours, "I think we have some unfinished business."

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bbyg4rl · 1 day ago

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daddy huh? 𓂃⋆.˚

cw: bsf!JJ x bsf!reader, fluff, slight allusion to sex, shy!jj, happy ending !

summary: your bestfriend calls himself your dog's "daddy", thats new..

a/n: inspired by this request ! shy!jj has my HEART.

You were planted on the seat of your vanity in only your robe, rollers in your hair, putting on mascara when you jolted out of your seat when the doorbell rang. "Shit" you mumbled to yourself as you saw the time. you were so late. JJ was already here to pick you up.

You quickly made your way out of your bedroom to open the door. JJ's face instantly lit up as he saw you on the other side of the door, quickly losing himself in your eyes.

"Hey y/n" he said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. You found it adorable how nervous he was around you, He was so bad at hiding his feelings for you.

"Hey. Sorry, I'm not ready yet. Can you wait inside for me?"

He snaps out of his trance, realizing he’s been staring at your eyes as your words finally register. He slowly takes in the way you were standing in front of him. Swallowing hard as he looks at your disheveled robe that almost revealed your tits to him. You quickly cover yourself up as you notice his gaze travelling lower. You lightly hit his shoulder to snap him out of it.

"What? Oh—yeah, I'll wait." He chuckled awkwardly, mentally scolding himself for getting caught staring. He followed you as you led him to the living room.

"Stay here, alright? I'll get Luna so you guys can hang out," you say as you head into your room. He smiled to himself, already expecting your dog, Luna, to jump on him the moment she's let out. And that's exactly what happens—Luna bolts out of your room and leaps onto JJ's lap. "Have fun, you two," you say with a chuckle before heading back to finish getting ready.

You could faintly hear JJ talking to your dog as you give yourself some finishing touches as you walked out of your room. He was calling you the dog's "mama," like he usually did, but you froze in your tracks when you suddenly heard JJ refer to himself as her "daddy." 'Thats new', you thought to yourself as a blush quickly made its way onto your cheeks.

"Daddy huh?" You say out loud, now standing behind him. You saw his back get tense as he stood up turning around to face you.

"I was just—uh, you know, playing around—yeah… um—wow, you look beautiful. Wow." He backed up to look at you in all your glory, he thought you were the most beautiful thing he's ever laid his eyes on.

"Thankyou JJ. You're so sweet" you said to him as more redness crept up your cheeks.

You wave goodbye to your dog as you take JJ's hand and lead him out to his bike. He hands you his helmet before getting on his bike, his concern for your safety clearly outweighing his own. He gestures for you to sit behind him so you steady yourself on his shoulders before climbing onto the bike. You could feel how warm he was, the nervousness radiating off of him as heat when you were so close to him. every bump on the road meant your chest pressing hard into his back, you never noticed how many potholes there were on the road until now. Or maybe JJ was purposely steering toward the potholes. The tension on the bike was thick enough to cut with a knife. To break the silence, you decide to start a conversation.

"So, daddy?"

JJ's breath hitched as the words left your lips, his throat suddenly dry. He had to steady himself quickly to make sure neither of you fell off the bike.

"Wha- What?" he stuttered, clearly caught off guard.

"You called yourself Luna's daddy."

"Oh—oh that… yeah, what about it?" he replied, pretending he didn’t understand where this was going.

"You call me her mama."

"Yeah—yeah, I know… I was just, uh, calling myself her daddy in, like, a… joke way, you know?"

"Yeah—right," you said, chuckling. You didn’t buy a word of it.

"What no actually I didn't um mean anything by that you know I just like your dog y/n" he scrambled to explain himself.

"You're usually such a good liar, what's going on now?" You didn’t give him a chance to reply, continuing with a teasing tone. "Do I make you nervous, JJ?"

"Y-Yeah… uh I guess, a little," he stammered, his throat growing even drier, if that was even possible.

"A little? Or a lot?" you asked, moving your hands from his shoulders to wrap around his waist.

"A lot" he breathes out eyes threatening to close as his pants grew tighter. You stayed like that for the rest of the ride, a smile on both of your lips.

He sighed as soon as you got off his bike, his heartbeat finally slowing down. You both searched for the rest of the group and joined them in the middle of the party. You and Kie instantly fell into conversation, sticking together for the rest of the party. JJ’s eyes didnt leave yours the entire time you were there and before you knew it, it was time to leave. You were tipsy, stumbling as JJ held you, he was surprisingly sober. His tolerance was always higher than yours, after all.

The ride home was filled with jokes and laughter. When you finally reached home, you turned to him with a tipsy grin. "Do you like me, JJ?"

"What? Of course I do, you're my best friend."

"No, like do you like like me?" you emphasized, trying to make him understand you meant more than friendship.

He let out a tense breath before replying, "Baby, I'm like obsessed with you." He sounded surprisingly less nervous than usual—probably the alcohol boosting his confidence.

"Do you wanna come in?" you asked, a satisfied smile tugging at your lips. You'd finally made him admit his feelings for you.

He nodded, following you inside. "Hey Luna, daddy’s here," you said to your dog, and JJ blushed behind you.

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spiderb00 · 1 day ago

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- What Is Your Word Of The Day?

Manon Bannerman x 7 member!reader (request)

"The taste of victory is good, but don't celebrate too loudly”

Genre – fluff Warnings – none

Now playing – Perfect Night, by Le Sserafim

The night was calm, all the Kats were spread out comfortably in the living room. Sophia, Yoonchae and Megan were watching some movie on television, Lara and Daniela were gossiping about someone you didn't know very well, and Manon, your girlfriend, was listening to all the conversation of yours while stroking your hair. You all didn't have many days off, but when you did, you made it all worth it. The day off was a day with no stress, no complaints and no headache, you unfortunately, were going down a different path.

A few weeks ago, you discovered this word game called Daily Wordle, and you immediately became obsessed with it. You had X number of attempts and if you couldn't get them right, you would lose the game and could only play it again the next day. So, you were very concentrated at that moment, so concentrated, that you didn't even notice the strange looks that your friends and girlfriend were exchanging.

You were quiet for a long time, and that wasn't very normal for you, the girls always said that you and Daniela were the loudest, so when they didn't hear a word if it comes out of your mouth, they were definitely worried.

Exchanging silent glances, the girls debated whether or not to ask if there was something wrong. Your state of stillness was at least a little troubling, and Sophia, as the leader, began to really wonder if anything had upset you.

The girls looked at your girlfriend, silently asking if you were okay. Manon, who just shrugged, tried to look over your shoulder at what you were doing on your phone. When she was close to seeing what you saw so much on that phone, you jumped up off the couch.

"FUCK, YEAH!" You said, jumping up and down, making the girls startle and Sophia glare.

"Yn! Language!" Sophia said as she watched you jump for joy.

"I'm sorry, but I've finally settled the word of the day!" You said, jumping until you got close to Manon and threw yourself into your girlfriend's lap.

"Solved what?" Megan asks, getting confused by what you were saying.

"It's a game, I only have a few tries to figure out the word of the day and I finally got it, at the last minute." You said, laughing and kissing Manon's cheek, showing your happiness. "It was one of the hardest words I've ever caught."

"Why didn't you ask for our help?" Lara asked, reaching out and picking up your phone, to see how the game worked.

"I thought you might think it was silly." You said, slightly embarrassed by your confession.

"Awn, baby. It's not silly." Manon said, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear and giving a little kiss on your lips. "How about I help you next time, huh?" Manon offered, bringing a smile to your face.

"I would love it, love." You respond, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, we're still here!" Daniela said, throwing a cushion at both of you. "And we can help too." The Latina said, making you a little surprised.

"yes, it sounds fun. We'll help you next time." Lara said, giving you back your phone.

"Thank you girls." You said, making them smile back at you.

"But don't yell like that again." Yoonchae said, looking at you with a warning look, making you swallow hard and agree.

MY CLASSES WILL START IN A WEEK, I'M FREAKING OUT GUYS SORRY

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ihadtohaveone-blog · 2 days ago

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Father was silent for long time staring at Cervan. You see slight twitches in his eyes. He was searching for something. Then as if something finally snapped into place, his shoulders fell. He laughed a dry, humorless laugh.

"I had given up. I had given up on my dear Y/N getting married. With most the eligible candidates marrying others and the ones that weren't being rejected left and right..." He clasped his hands together and set them on the table. A move he taught you when you were losing. A move to steady yourself. "Y/N. Do you wish to marry him? Do you wish to marry Cervan Violiére?"

"I..." You stop. Words clogged in your throat. Were you actually doing this? Your heart was hurting, You couldn't breath, and your stomach was in knots so tight your sure it'd burst.

A hand meet yours and clasped it with such gentleness.

"My dove?" Cervan spoke softly. His eyes, oh his eyes, held love so deep. How had you'd not noticed before? He was scared. Just like you.

You took a much needed breath, squared Your shoulders, and looked your father straight in eye. Yes. Yes you were doing this.

"I'll be honest father. Before today I also was under the Impression I would never marry. None of the candidates meet my standard. They were either arrogant, Ill mannered, or narcissistic. I had no qualms with it. But," you looked toward your hand, Cervan gently squeezed. He was with you. "I've always envied you and mother. You lifted each other up. You made a safe place for each other when either of you fell. I..." You tearing up now. "Didn't think I'd find them. The one who'd let me fly free. The one who'd catch me when I fell. Cervan?"

Cervan startled. He seemed to have been caught up in your speech. "Yes my dear?" Your turned your head, your eyes meeting his. Now it was your turn to search him.

"you care for me, don't you?" It was the first time you felt like this. Dating others were always so hard. You twisted and contorted before you finally gave up. But with Cervan it came so easy. His opinion of himself wasn't so great he refused to take criticism. He didn't talk down to you due to your father's origin. He didn't think think his beauty was so great you'd fall at his feet to be with him.

He looked shocked. As if the thought of you doubting his intentions never crossed his mind. "I do. My dove. You lit a fire In me that I thought would never catch. Like you I made peace with never getting married. But when I saw you, a diamond amongst quartz, restraint amongst excess, I had to meet you. I'm so glad I did. Your eye for risk is second to none. Your wit as quick as a whip. Your heart... For better or worse your heart is as deep as the ocean."

"Father?" You were about to break. "I would like to try. I would like to go forward with this. I would like to marry him."

"An engagement then." Father chuckled eyes shining with a bittersweetness. "I'll send my approval to the king and I'll arrange for a meeting with the record keepers. They're no doubt already preparing for my arrival." His eyes grew sharp as dagger as he addressed Cervan. Taking his glass he held it to a toast. "If I find out you've hurt her, I don't care if the minister of defense, I will find a way to hurt you."

It was Cervans time to laugh. Held his glass to meet fathers. "If I end up hurting her I'd welcome it"

That did it. Tears fell from your eyes like rivers. Your hands searching your pockets for your handkerchief. You probably looked ridiculous. Hair not perfectly combed, dress askew, and now your face was a mess. Neither Cervan or father seemed to care.

The food tasted like heaven.

When everything was said and done you said your goodbyes, promised to meet soon. You were kissed on the cheek. Father didn't seem to approve but he kept his thoughts to himself. You and your father left for home. Cervan kept you in his gaze until he couldn't see your carriage anymore before he went inside.

Everyone was exhausted from a very long day. Eager to rest and relax.

Bad End: Kept Safe (1)

[Art by Miu_A]

You ever give someone advice, knowing full well they aren't going to take it? Even AFTER they have begged and pleaded and WHINED at you, for hours, for it? Even after they poured their heart and soul out to you? And you, a good friend, carefully and tactfully, tried your best to help? LIKE THEY ASKED?

Ever find yourself the designated "run too dramatically weep in the arms off" friend?

I have.

It is hell. I am in hell.

This is my punishment for all those hours I spent reading and playing Otome Isekai junk instead of, I don't know, solving world hunger or something. Because it HAS to be. I am clearly being punished. Repeatedly. By some sort of petty, petty, anime God.

Fuck you too, buddy.

A fresh round of highly dramatic Protagonist sobbing peirces the air. Dear lord, she has a set of lungs on her, does she? It's like an air siren. But more... upset toddler. It was bizarre. I'd LIKED her as a character. I HAD. Bright and cheerful, determined with a good heart. She'd been a bit naive, yes, but she'd grown. Love had changed her for the better.

But THIS?

This was some middle school "he threw away my secret note, that I didn't sign, so that means he HATES MEEEEE~" bullshit. It went on and on and ON! God, it'd been MONTHS! Years!

I made friends with the Protagonist when we were in The Royal Academy. The story's setting. It SHOULD have finished by graduation. SHOULD. HAVE. But DID it? No! This nonsense had spilled into the COURT! The general population! Actual political factions were starting to get involved!

All because my "friend" COULDN'T PICK A MAN.

And she didn't listen. I tried. God, how I TRIED! No matter HOW I phrased "just fucking TALK to them" it didn't get through her dense fucking skull. I tried taking a break. To calm down. She HUNTED ME DOWN with her little Harem of political trainwrecks!

That poor port city STILL has yet to recover from the chaos they unleashed.

I don't... God, I don't even LIKE her anymore. I've just been reduced to her HANDLER. Forced into girlish tea parties devoid of any taste, because no one ELSE will come. Followed by winces and pitying looks by every lady in all of polite society. The sacrifice to keep HER distracted, lest her gaurd dogs decide its a good idea to do something unhinged again.

It's exhausting.

I'm not even listening.

She seems to have worked through her usual cycle of "cry, mope, what about meeeee~, then I going to go be Plucky at them! Tee Hee~♡!". Good, good. You go have fun, you little train wreck. I'm going to go find an actual ADULT to hide behind.

I have my maids change me out of an outfit that, frankly? I am too old for. I am not sixteen. We are not GIRLS, for the heaven's sake. We are WOMEN. It was a cute outfit. I enjoyed wearing it, back when I was physically young enough that it was appropriate. But even THEN... that's the down side of the whole "isekai" thing.

You keep your mental age.

Everyone around you? INFANTS. Fresh faced babies. You are being flirted with by fourteen year olds and? It is DISGUSTING. They can never be anything more then "cute kids" to you. The characters you once thirsted over? Reduced to actual, living, breathing, pre-schoolers.

There's no going back after that. I'll NEVER unsee it. Can only continue to age, even as they simply... grow up. And then? When they started behaving like FOUR YEAR OLDS? Forget it! I'm beginning to share my parents fears I may die single.

At least I have a refuge. A place of SANITY and SENSE.

I grab the imported wine I had purchased. I'd noticed him drink it before on special occasions. Found a tea seller that was willing to also bring some back. Mother LOVED the tea and my friend was going to love the wine, I could just tell.

Cautiously poking my head out of the guest apartments i was staying in, I checked the hall. Left. Right. Left. Thank god. No Protagonist in sight, she hasn't come back yet. Better hurry though.

I walk fast and keep close to the wall. Ducking into alcoves at every new female voice. Passing servants, Nobles, and the occasional Knight either murmur what they know of Protagonist's last known location or politely pretend not to see me. For anyone else, this would be scandalous behavior. For ME? Well... everyone knew EXACTLY why I was being driven to such extremes.

I thankfully reached the governance wing unmolested. It was far quite and none of the pack of fools ever really set foot here. Not ever the ones who were SUPPOSED to be busy learning their future roles as leaders of this country. God, I could only hope the third prince somehow quietly pulls a coup.

Not that I'd SAY that.

The gaurds don't even bother to announce me, I'm here so often. Merely opening the door. I maintain my decorum none the less. JUST long enough for the doors to finally close and I am able to drop my social mask like whipping of my bra after a long day. Oh thank fuuuuuuck. FREEDOM!

A familiar chuckle, like incense smoke, wafts from the second floor of the office.

"Oh my~, so tired?" My friend muses, his voice that ever lilting purr. I hear him closing whatever heavy tome he's currently studying. "And so early in the DAY! Was it the little nuisance again? Surely she must have SOMETHING better to do?"

Gently putting the wine I'm gifting him on his desk, I then throw up my arms. You would THINK! Wouldn't you?! It's an old complaint. And frankly? I'm glad he still let's me vent about it. It HAS to get old. Yet? He let's me complain anyway.

I met the, roughly translated, "Keeper Of The Shield" at one of the Crown Prince's many ridiculous parties. I was dragged along as Protagonist's plus one. Because GOD FORBID she bring one of her suitors! That might lean towards CHOICE! Can't have THAT!

It was an overly dramatic, gaudy, slow motion trainwreck from beginning to end. I? Got very, VERY drunk. I knew I shouldn't. It was wildly inappropriate. But I was HORRIFIED. Hid near the balconies and drank to forget. Contemplating jumping.

Was likely the only one there my age NOT in ten layers of bows and fabric flowers. It was probably why Crevan decide to talk to me. That and the look of abject suffering. He informed that, sadly, the balconies were locked. But if I planned to maim my self to escape, he could probably boost me up enough to reach the upper windows.

I choked on my drink and guffawd like an idiot. It was SUPER flattering. Very pretty. And honestly? The best conversation I'd had in YEARS. He was droll. Witty. Snarky. In just as much hell as I was. We gleefully narrated the drama playing out before us in as cutting a manner as possible. Grown adults, government officals! Behaving like fucking CHILDREN.

Only after, did I learn I had been chatting with the equivalent of the minister of the Defense. THE commander of our nation's defensive forces. All of them. Knights, army, spies. All of it. And the poor man had been dragged from his desk to play party prop by a glorified teenager. I was horrified. Appalled. Fucking OUTRAGED to learn that it was just... normal!

This country was a nightmare! Otome games are HELL. Lacey, sparkly HELL!!!

But at least I had Crevan to keep me sane. He was always willing to listen. Advise when he could. We had HOPED that Protagonist would start maturing... I'd even mentioned it, but it just seemed like she back slid again and again! Trapping me. Isolating me! Ruining my chances to move ON and have a LIFE!

I don't know what went wrong! Is it me? Am I too hand holdy? It's starting to destabilize the country! Not that the royal family even seems to notice! God no, if it weren't for Crevan, the whole PLACE would have collapsed!

I flop down on my couch. Technically it's not "mine", but honestly? He's fooling no one. The man barely had ANY guest furniture before we became friends. It's totally my couch. (He even got a tea table for us, the softy.)

"Oh? A gift? How thoughtful, dear~" It's only months of friendship that keep from jumping these days. I should get that man a BELL. "Would you like some?"

I can't help but huff a laugh. He always looks to PLEASED when he gets the jump on someone. Startles them. A mischievous asshole, that one. Touchy, too. Forever cupping my cheek or earnestly taking my hand. Patting my head. Guiding me by the elbow or shoulder. He has so few friends... I am certain he is touch starved.

A thought occurs to him, as he pours two cups. A sly grin stretching across his face as he turns to offer me a cup. The wine's scent mixes, burning and delicate, with the ever present smells of incense and his favorite herbal cigarettes. Blurring the senses and relaxing. It's a pretty strong drink.

"You KNOW... it just occurs to me! Darling, if you want to avoid that pest? Why not spend the day HERE? I'd love to have you. " his voice becomes low and serious for a moment, almost catching me off gaurd, bouncing back before I can really think about it. "You could trash my shelves again! Camp out on my couches! It'll be like a little party~ Just you and me! Not a care in the world. You won't have to worry a single thing~"

He grins, glasses catching the light, toothy like the old scheming fox he is.

"I'll keep you nice and safe~"

#yandere x reader #yandere otome #i cried writing this #Edited it a bit after I posted. Mostly misplaced words and unfinished sentences

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plumeria1 · 22 hours ago

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More than friendship

Masterlist

Note : Vi and Reader are 17 and 16 years old, respectively, and this takes place before the first season.

Pairing : Teen Vi x Teen Fem Reader

Warning : None

Content : Fluff

Summary : A talk with Vander open Vi's eyes about her feelings for you

Vi had never really been interested in love. Her family was more than enough for her, and taking care of her sister was the most important thing in her eyes.

At least, that's what she thought.

Until you.

When your parents died, Benzo, who was their closest friend, took you under his wing. That's how you met Ekko, who immediately introduced you to his friends.

Vi didn't know what had drawn her to you; maybe it was the way you frowned when Mylo told you a joke that only he found funny, your smile when Powder joyfully showed you what she had just made, or the way you always tucked that strand of hair behind your ear when you turned your head and it fell in front of your eyes.

You had noticed Vi too. It was her pink hair and powder-blue eyes that caught your attention. And then, you had seen her hands. There was some dried blood on the bandages covering her hand; she had surely fought recently.

You got along well, but from time to time, you could see Vi's gaze change when you were alone. Her expression softened. At first, you thought it was your imagination, but it happened far too often to be just a coincidence. There was something else in the way she looked at you, but you couldn't figure out what it was.

You thought she looked at you the way she looked at Powder. Vi was a head taller than you, and even though you were only a year younger than her, people often said you looked younger than you actually were.

On her part, Vi didn’t understand what was happening to her; the more time she spent with you, the more she wanted to be close to you. Sometimes, she wished time would stop just to be with you for as long as she wanted.

It was to better understand what was happening to her that she went to see Vander; she had often talked to him about you and the time you spent together, and now more than ever, she needed his advice.

-I don't know what's happening to me. When she's around, I don't want her to leave, and I can't stop thinking about her.

Vander laughed, which was rare, then smiled at her before asking a single question.

-Do you love her?

-Of course, she's my friend. If I didn't like her, I wouldn't spend all my time with her.

-I'm not asking you if you like her, but if you love her?

-What?

Vander set down the glass he was drying and went to sit next to Vi.

-Aren't you in love, by any chance?

She widened her eyes in surprise. What was he talking about? She couldn't be in love with you, you were her best friend, but that was it. Right?

-I'm not in love with her, Vander.

Vander knew very well that she was lying to herself, but he also knew that pushing her was the last thing to do.

-Look, I know it's complicated to understand feelings, especially at your age, but I can recognize love when it's so obvious.

-What should I do then?

-Go see her and tell her everything you feel.

-And what if she rejects me, sees me just as a friend, and I mess everything up?

-If you want my opinion, she wouldn't be so close to you if she didn't feel something for you.

She looked at her feet for a moment before making up her mind; she was going to come see you and tell you everything she felt. She stood up, thanked Vander, then left the bar, determined. She knew where to find you; you were always at Benzo's at this hour, so she hurried to go to his place. Along the way, she asked herself so many questions that she felt like her head was going to explode. Was Vander right? Was she really in love with you?

-Hi Benzo, is—

-She’s in her room.

Vi didn’t think and went straight upstairs, climbing the stairs while thinking about everything she was going to say to you; everything was clear in her mind. It was until you opened the door.

-Vi, what are you doing here?

You were face to face with her, and she found herself speechless, her mind suddenly blank. She could only focus on you.

-I... I...

-Don’t stay here, come in.

You stepped aside to let her in, and she went to sit on your bed. Looking at her, you could see that she seemed really disturbed; you wondered what could have happened to her. Her cheeks were slightly pink, and she didn’t look you in the eyes like she usually did.

-What’s wrong with you? You look weird.

-I need to tell you something.

You frowned when she finally looked at you.

-I like you a lot. Really a lot. I mean, I think about you all the time, and I don’t like it when you leave because I miss you. I talked to Vander, he says that if I feel this way, it’s because I love you and... and I said it wasn’t true, but actually, it is.

-Vi...

-I tried to tell myself that you were just my friend, but Vander is right, and I had to tell you.

When she finished speaking, you noticed that she was on the verge of tears.

-It wasn’t a good idea to come here... pretend I didn’t say anything.

When she started to get up, you grabbed her wrist, making her stop, but she didn’t turn around.

-Can I speak now?

Vi expected you to push her away, to tell her that you didn’t want to see her anymore, but instead, you surprised her. She agreed to listen to you and sat back down on your bed.

The silence was suffocating; it felt like it had lasted for hours. You were staring into space, searching for the right words.

-I tried, you know. That’s why I didn’t come back to see you this week. I thought that if I didn’t see you for a few days, it would pass, and everything would go back to normal.

You let out a little laugh.

-I thought it had worked, but when I saw you, I realized it was all for nothing. What I’m trying to say is that I like you a lot too. I didn’t say anything because... I was afraid that if I tried something, you’d push me away.

You turned to Vi, waiting for her to say something, but she remained silent. What could she possibly say to you? At a loss for words, she simply took your face gently in her hands, her eyes moving from yours to your lips. She slowly brought her face closer to yours, giving you enough time to push her away if you wanted.

You were the one who closed the gap between you, placing your lips on hers. It was an awkward but sweet first kiss. You had wanted it for a long time; it just took you a while to realize it.

Vi moved away first and rested her forehead against yours, smiling.

-It was...

-Weird?

-A little, but not unpleasant.

You both laughed, and you rested your head on her shoulder.

-And now, what do we do?

-We can do it again. I mean, it's by practicing that we improve.

You laughed because you knew she was avoiding your question, but it didn't bother you; you could wait, and her idea was much more interesting.

This time, it was Vi who initiated the kiss. It was less awkward but just as sweet as the first. You spent the rest of the day talking and kissing until Vi noticed it was getting late and she had to go home. She knew Vander didn’t like his kids staying out on the streets at night.

You walked her to the door and said goodbye with one last kiss before returning to your room.

Later, Vi arrived at the Last Drop and didn’t notice Benzo chatting with Vander over a drink. If she had listened to their conversation, she would have had a funny reaction.

-They took their time.

-Yes, and I won my bet. I had bet that Vi would confess her feelings first, and I was right.

-You cheated. If you hadn't talked to her, she wouldn't have come.

The two men laughed, and eventually, Vander agreed to give up the bet. They talked for a good part of the night before parting ways to rest.

That night, Vi and you fell asleep happy and eager for the next day to see each other again.

#arcane x reader #vi x reader #vi arcane #arcane fluff #violet x reader

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httpwintersoldier · 1 day ago

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『sweet little thing p.4 | b. barnes x reader』

pairing: bucky barnes x afab!reader words: it's very long, I don't even know how many parts it's going to have summary: what happens when the guy you have a crush on happens to have a dad, who is older, hotter and rougher? 『 part 1 』『 part 2 』『 part 3 』『 part 4 』

fluff ; angst ; smut

As you stood in front of your university's building, it suddenly looked a lot bigger and a lot scarier. You had no idea if Andy had told everyone else about what had gone down over the weekend, but you felt exposed already.

Each step forward was dreadful, you walked in autopilot. The blur in your vision and the ringing in your ears were such that you didn't even notice your group of friends calling for you. It was only when Jas walked over to you that you snapped out of your hypnotic state.

"Y/N? Is everything okay? We were calling for you..." She asked, searching your face.

You forced a smile and awkwardly laughed.

"You were? My bad, I was distracted." It wasn't a lie, you were distracted, but it wasn't the whole truth either.

Your friend frowned a little, but if you were making up an excuse then it was because you didn't want to talk about whatever you were going through, so she just let it go and brought you over to the place they were sitting at.

Anxiety started building up within you and you couldn't breathe as you approached the group - you didn't know if you were ready to face the consequences of your actions...

Thankfully, Andy hadn't arrived yet, and, from the way they all greeted you and spoke normally, it didn't seem like Andy had told them anything.

Being around your friends eased your mind and body, and, after a couple of minutes, you had forgotten about the reason why you had been so nervous.

That is, until the reason arrived.

"Hello, everyone."

You froze in place. The only available seat was next to you, which was fortunate, because at least you wouldn't risk making accidental eye contact with Andy.

Everyone greeted the friend, you included. He wasn't in a great mood, and everyone noticed - Andy was usually bright and chirpy from sunrise to sunset, however he seemed gloomy and tired, it was very unlike him.

The group ignored whatever was going on for as long as possible, but the conversation wasn't flowing and, at some point, the tension spread through the group and became unbearable.

"Okay, I can't pretend anymore, what the fuck happened between you two? Why is there such an awkward atmosphere in here?" Jas finally asked.

It was obvious, from the change in behaviours that came from the two of you, that you and Andy were the source of it all. The question was genuine and simple in Jas' mind, however she didn't know the Pandora's box she had just opened.

"Did you fuck or something? Was it terrible and now you can't face each other?" One of the guys joked, only furthering the awkwardness.

The friend to his right smacked his arm, but it was too late. Andy's body tensed up and he scoffed, glancing to the side.

"It wasn't me she fucked."

The statement hit everyone like a truck. The whole group wondered what that meant, but from the context clues, they picked up that you had gotten with someone close to him. Your hands balled up in fists and your world started spinning as cold sweat ran down your back.

"Whoa, what does that mean? Did one of you-" One of the guys started, pointing at the two other men at the table, but he was cut off.

"She fucked my dad."

The table went silent. Shock and disbelief painted on everyone's faces, and your anxious eyes skimmed every single one of them, looking for the least bit of sympathy.

"What?" One of them busted out, not fully convinced that he had heard correctly.

"Y/N, did that really happen?" Jas asked, trying her best to sound understanding in face of the situation.

You couldn't look at her. You looked at your hands, still balled up in your lap, and nodded.

"Like once, or?..." Another punch to the man's arm.

"Dude!" One of them called out his friend's ridiculousness and lack of awareness.

"What?! Like you're not asking yourselves the same!" He defended.

"I..." All eyes were on you, you could feel them, you could feel Andy's sorrow and hatred, as well as everyone else's curiosity and confusion "I didn't mean to do it, I don't think he did either. It just sort of... happened. And we kept in contact and..."

You were tying to be as broad as possible with the details, as to not hurt Andy (or disgust him), but he still stood up abruptly and began walking away.

"Andy! Wait!" Courage shot through you as you went after him and grabbed his wrist "I'm sorry, I really am, please... Believe me."

He turned around to face you, his crystal eyes covered with a layer of tears.

"What do you want from me? Forgiveness? Understanding? Well, I can't give you either of them. I liked you- fuck, I still do! So I'm sorry if I can't sit back and support you and... and my dad. So please, leave me alone. Maybe one day I'll get over it, but not right now, not in the foreseeable future."

You slowly let go of his hand, and a little sob escaped his lips. Not a single word was uttered as he turned around and began walking away.

You slumped back on the seat you had been sitting in, surrounded by your friends.

"I should go check on him..." One of the guys said, as he stood up and followed the way Andy had gone.

The others didn't follow, as they knew the boy would feel overwhelmed by too many people crowding him in such a vulnerable moment.

You felt Jas softly place her hand on your back, and you could see from your peripheral that she had told the other two boys to take leave as well. They patted your shoulder as they walked away, their boy-ish way of saying "good luck".

"You know what the worst part is?" You asked Jas, unable to look her in the eye.

She didn't respond, simply letting you air out whatever it was you needed to air out.

"I don't regret it. And if I somehow went back in time, I would do it again." You started "It felt like I was being pulled to him, I couldn't think of anything that didn't include him, and when we finally got together... it just felt so right."

You stopped for a second to catch your breath and wipe the tears. You lifted your head and looked at Jas, that had nothing but a pitiful expression on her face.

"It's fucked up I-I know, especially when I liked Andy. When I started going to his house I was so excited because that meant I was getting closer to my goal, but then I saw Buck- Mr. Barnes, and my world was flipped upside down. I can't pretend I don't know him, and I can't go back and pretend I don't feel like this, not when I see him whenever I look at Andy."

Your friend sighed and shook her head - what a mess. She wrapped her arm around you and squeezed your body, in a show of support.

"I'm not gonna sit here and pretend it's not fucked up to sleep with your friend's dad, especially when that friend likes you, but I'm also not going to pretend you're a villain for following your heart. It's a really complicated situation, Y/N... I really don't know what to say."

"I just... I feel sorry for Andy, but it's not a situation that I want to stop. Bucky is such a great person."

There was a small silence between the two of you, and it was clear Jas was itching to ask something.

"Am I allowed to ask what happened? And how it happened?"

"Holy shit, sweetheart... Rough day?" Bucky asked, as he kissed the top of your head and walked into your house.

"That bad, huh?" You chuckled, closing the door behind you "I guess I look like how I feel..."

You stared at how his biceps flexed as he removed his jacket and tossed it on the couch. When he turned around and saw your eyes fixated on his build, Bucky chuckled. He gently grabbed your hand as he walked to the couch, and pulled you down to his lap. The man's large arms wrapped around you, and his thumb drew shapes on your thigh as you got comfortable.

"You said we needed to talk, everything okay?" There was a glimpse of worry in his eyes, and a hint of concern in his voice as he asked that.

"My group of friends know about it..." You simply said.

Bucky's grip on you tightened at those words, and his body stiffened.

"Are you okay? What did they say?"

You sighed and turned to look at him.

"They were perplexed, mostly. And confused. I don't blame them for that... Things were a bit tense the rest of the day, the group was pretty separated, I don't think anyone knows how to feel about the whole thing."

"They didn't give you a rough time?"

You shook your head negatively.

"I think I'm the one giving myself the hardest time, it's weird. I feel guilty, but I would still have done it if we turned back in time." Bucky smiled a little at the confession, and kissed your temple lovingly. "How about you? How's Andy treating you?"

Bucky sighed, there had been a lot of that going around you recently.

"The first day he didn't sleep at home, I don't know where he slept and I was worrying all night, but if I called he wouldn't have picked up, and if I texted he wouldn't have replied, probably would have pissed him off more... He sleeps there now, at least, I try to talk to him but he's still hurting..." The man paused and swallowed, trying not to cry "I broke his trust, I know it's going to take time, but fuck, it hurts. I can't imagine how he's feeling, and it sucks not being able to be there for him 'cause I'm the source of it all but I haven't felt this way about someone in a long time. I feel like a damn school boy around you, Y/N."

Tears gathered in your eyes as you got to see the vulnerable side of someone like Bucky - a big, strong army man that almost looked mean and cold when you first saw him. You pulled his head against your chest and pet his head.

"His anger towards you will pass, you didn't know he liked you. What I did was worse, I knew exactly what he wanted, and I took it from him."

"His anger towards you will also pass, Bucky..."

He looked up at you with those beautiful eyes, now tear-stained and pain-stricken. The sight was a beautiful tragedy... You wiped away his tears with the sleeve of your sweater.

"How can you be so sure?"

"You're his dad, that bond is a lot deeper than some girl." You joked, with a small laugh.

"I don't think you realize just how special you are, and how much the simple thought of losing you hurts."

You and Bucky had spent too much time crying and thinking about all of the things that had gone down the past weekend, so when his army pal hit him up and asked him if he wanted to go for a drink, he found it to be the perfect escape for the night.

He didn't want to leave you alone, but you insisted that you'd need a long shower (and some makeup) and that it would take time, more time than you wanted him to wait, so you assure him you were fine and told him you'd meet him there.

Admittedly, you felt uncomfortable walking into the bar, it was a stereotypical "manly" place, with a pool table, chairs that dated back to before you were born, and no sight of a drink that wasn't a beer or a whiskey. You weren't dressed appropriately, you figured, as your little red dress (that you had worn to tease Bucky) was drawing a lot of attention.

You spotted "Mr. Barnes" near the bar, talking to two men and walked over to him, avoiding the stares and comments from the random men around you.

"Come on Buck, she's what? Twenty? What do you even talk about? What do you even have in common?" The tall, blonde man that Bucky was talking to said.

You held back a smile and placed one arm around Bucky's waist. He hadn't seen you coming, since his back was facing the door, but the man's face instantly lit up when he looked found that the person touching him was you.

"I'd say we have some... tastes in common, so to speak." You said, with a smile, winking at the blonde that instantly went red.

Bucky smirked at the dirty joke, and his expression was one of pride. One of his hands tapped your butt lightly, as if saying "good job", and you smiled.

You didn't take the man's comment in the wrong way, you were sure he was just looking out for his friend, but it did kind of hurt your ego that he thought you were some airhead with no real content to herself just because of your age.

"Y/N, that's Steve, my best-friend, we were in the army together," Bucky began, hinting at the tall blonde in front of him, whose face was red with embarrassment "and that's Sam. I don't like him, but he's always around."

"Real nice, Buck." Sam said, making Bucky smile faintly, a smile that he discreetly hid by taking a sip of whiskey.

"I'm sorry about my comment, miss."

"That's okay, sir," you said, mocking how proper the man sounded "I know there's a big age difference between us, but I like the guy."

Steve smiled softly, still embarrassed he'd been caught in that situation, but glad you hadn't taken offense to the comment.

"What are you drinking, sweetheart?" Bucky asked you, and although he was talking to you, his gaze was everywhere but on your eyes.

You had no idea how many drinks he had had before your arrival, but he didn't even try to hide his hungry gaze as his eyes fixated on several parts of your body.

"Espresso Martini?" You asked.

"Ooh she's a fancy one. I don't think they do anything here that mixes more than two drinks." Sam joked with a laugh.

"Didn't think so either," you laughed "but it was worth a try! I'll have a vodka redbull, then."

"Comin' right up, sweetheart." Bucky said, and turned to the bar to order.

"So, he told us how you met..." There was a hint of awkwardness in Steve's voice as he said that.

"Not under the best pretext, no..." You replied, nervously fixing your hair "It's a little awkward as it is, but I'm hoping for a good outcome."

"Sounds like you're here to stay." Sam chirped in, with a suggestive face.

"I sure hope she is!" Bucky's voice was lower than usual, his eyes were half-lidded and his cheeks were a pretty pink colour.

The man pressed a kiss to your temple and circled your waist with his arm as he handed you your drink. You giggled at his roaming hand and stared at him.

"How many of those have you had?" You asked, pointing at his cup.

Bucky looked at his drink and shrugged. You and his friends shared a laugh at his state - it was obvious that Steve was also not at 100% capacity, and Sam walked towards the same state, you'd just have to catch up to them.

You hadn't eaten much before leaving the house, as you didn't want Bucky and his friends to wait for you for too long, so a couple drinks (mixed with the fact that the bartender had been going 50/50 on the vodka and redbull quantities) had you in the same state as the trio.

Your body leaned against Bucky's for extra balance, and the latter didn't mind the closeness at all. The four of you were having a fun time, laughing at the old war stories and anecdotes from the young James Barnes and sharing stories, when a group of four men approached you.

"Hey there princess, how about you ditch the fossils and come hang out with us, we can show you a real good time."

They looked out of place in the bar (although so did you) - they wore different polo shirts and tight jeans, too tight for their own good, you reckoned. They weren't too tall, but their muscular build certainly asserted dominance.

You could feel Bucky's body tense behind you, and you could see from your peripheral how the three men sized up the other men with their eyes.

"I don't... I don't think I will."

"What? You want to spend your night with grandpa?" The tallest of the trio, a bald man with tattoos on his arms, scoffed and walked towards you, placing his arm on your shoulder.

He didn't even have time to continue his sentence, Bucky slammed down his drink and gripped the man's hand. The male forcefully removed the other guy from you, twisting his arm behind his back and kicking him in the back of the leg, causing his knees to buckle.

"I believe she said no, Caillou." Bucky growled through gritted teeth.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, old man?! Think you can fight?" Another one of them asked, pulling Bucky up by the collar of his shirt.

Before a third one could join in, Steve let go of his drink and stood in front of the man.

"Going somewhere, pal?" Steve asked, with a small smirk that displayed not happiness, but adrenaline.

"Come on, I wouldn't want to scratch up your pretty face." The other male mocked, patting Steve's cheek lightly.

Bucky's best friend simply laughed, before punching his opponent, whom stumbled back. He then threw another punch to the side of the man's face, the side that was not covered by his palms, and delivered a blow to the man's stomach, which sent him stumbling back.

"I wouldn't worry about it." Steve mocked back, looking at the man, crouching on the floor while holding his torso and face.

Bucky kept the guy that had touched you on the floor, but two others were on him. He punched and kicked, but it was a 2 versus 1 situation, and so Bucky got handed some devastating blows.

"I gotta get new friends..." Sam said, upon seeing the scene, before downing his drink in one go and stepping forward into the fight.

All you could do was stand there and watch, with a horrified expression and hands over your chest, as your boyfriend and his friends became a mess of flying wrists and arms.

Your head was spinning and you didn't know what to do, but one thing was for certain: seeing Bucky fight so wildly to defend you and your peace... it was hot.

"I'm really sorry guys... I didn't mean to cause all that." You apologized sincerely.

"Are you kidding?" Bucky scoffed "Those guys had it coming."

"Yeah, plus, it was kind of fun." Steve agreed, much to your surprise "I wish we hadn't gotten banned from the bar but..."

"I wish we hadn't gotten beaten up." Sam chimed in, making everyone laugh.

After being kicked out of the bar, none of you was in a decent state to drive home, so you just decided to walk - to sober up and calm down. Bucky noticed how your heels were dangling from your hands, and as his eyes dropped to your feet, he realized you had been walking barefoot.

"Come on, get on my back." He said, as he knelt down to make it easy for you.

"What? You can't be serious, Bucky, you're all beat up." You told him, eyeing his state.

"Wasn't an offer, sweetheart."

After that it was hard to stop the fire from spreading through your body. The boys kept on talking, but you could only focus on how close Bucky's body was to yours - your chest pressed against his back, his arms tangled with your legs, and your thighs gripping his waist.

"The state of your face, Bucky..." You complained to him, as you knelt between his legs, holding his face in one hand and the first aid kit in the other.

There was a small gash on his bottom lip, cuts on his jaw and forehead, and a bruise was already forming on his cheek.

"I've had worse." The man joked, hinting at the fact that he had served in the army, but you didn't laugh, you were too worried about his state "Come on, sweetheart, it's not that bad."

You looked at him with a serious expression, conveying how worried you were for him, and climbed on his lap, so you could work on "fixing" his face. You opened the first aid kit and began scolding him.

"Bucky... You can't get into fights every time some asshole hits on me..." You told him, as you applied some medicine to his cuts.

The man hissed at the stinging sensation on his lip.

"If I can't do that, then what do I have to give you?" He was smiling, but there was a glimpse of sadness in his eyes.

You put down the cotton swab and the bottle of medicine and looked into his eyes.

"What does that mean, James?" You asked, with eyebrows furrowed in sorrow.

Bucky sighed, and his hands ran up and down your thighs, before giving them a squeeze.

"You heard them, sweetheart, I'm old... I'm holdin' up pretty well but-"

You shut him up with a kiss, before he could say anything else.

"You're not old, Bucky. Let's start with that, you're talking as if you're some decrepit thing, you're beautiful. You do realize that I'm not exactly lacking when it comes to options of young guys, right? If I cared about age I would have a pretty wide catalog in the university I go to, you are just what I was looking for, just what I needed - and I didn't even know I needed you before I met you."

His eyes were full of emotion, and he couldn't express any of them. The only thing he could do to paint an image of what he was feeling was grab the back of your head and bring you forward, locking your lips in a tender kiss. You had never experienced such feelings in a kiss before, and the two of you had kissed many, many times. There was sorrow, sadness, gratitude, admiration, and love.

One of his large hands brought you closer, as if you were still too far away for his liking. As your kiss deepened and his tongue became more creative, your hips rolled against his, feeling his already hardened cock under you. A strained moan was muffled by your lips, and the two of you pulled away.

"I'd love to fuck you right now," he began, slapping your ass and grabbing your cheeks in the middle of the sentence "but my whole body is sore..." The man lamented.

Biting your lip, you undid his zipper and pulled his pants down slightly, just enough so you could comfortably pull his cock out from the confinement of his underwear.

You climbed down from his lap, spreading his legs gently so you could fit in between.

"Tonight, I'll take care of you." You told him, as you gripped the base of his cock and teased its tip with your tongue.

"Fuck..." He muttered under a sigh of relief, as he momentarily threw his head back against the wall.

You lips slid up and down his shaft and his tip hit against the back of your throat. As you hollowed your cheeks and pressed your tongue flat against the base of his cock, you felt Bucky gathering your hair in his fist, a makeshift ponytail so he could see you as well as possible.

His hips thrusted slightly, following your movements. You could tell he was holding himself back. Bucky's chest rose and fall, and a plethora of groans and curses left his lips.

You looked up, curiosity getting the best of you, and it was the most beautiful view. Bucky's mouth was agape, his eyebrows furrowed with pleasure, and his eyes had a dark veil of ecstasy. As his pupils met yours, he muttered another curse under his breath.

"Don't look at me with those eyes, pretty girl, or I won't last."

You pulled away from his cock, a string of spit connecting your lips to his tip.

"Let's pick up the pace then." You teased as you stood.

You pulled your dress up just enough to remove your panties and got back on his lap. No preparation was needed, as his state alone was enough for wetness to spread between your legs.

The man just watched as you gripped his cock and easily slid down his shaft. Your moans mixed and bounced off the walls. Bucky's hands gripped your ass and you gripped his shoulders as you began to move up and down.

His eyes traveled down your body, focusing on the red dress that had been teasing him all night long.

"Fuck... you and these pretty little things you like to wear... I wanted to fuck you over the counter of that bar the second I saw you..." Bucky said in your ear, kissing the spot directly under it.

That incited a loud moan from you, as you picked up the pace. Bucky's body worked in sync with yours, his hips snapping upwards and his big hands forcing you down on his cock - any pain or soreness from the fight was long forgotten.

You could tell from the look in his eyes that he was near, his clouded vision and clenched jaw were all too familiar. You held him against your chest as he buried himself deep in you one last time. You could feel his cock twitch within you, spilling his cum.

Bucky held the back of your head and caught you in a deep kiss, exchanging a million silent words.

You stared at the man standing on your porch and your heart began beating on your chest. You parked your car and exited the vehicle, that took no longer than five seconds, but it felt like hours as thoughts ran through your mind - why was Andy at your house? Why was he waiting for you?

The week that had passed was filled with awkward silences and tense conversations, so much so that the group had pretty much divided itself to prevent the weird atmosphere that had ensued - you'd sometimes hang out with one half, and then you'd hang out with the other. You felt bad for your friends, it felt like they had to take turns to spend time with everyone...

"Andy... Hi." You greeted, trying to hide the nervousness "Do you want to-"

"Do you like him? Do you have feelings for him?" He was cutthroat and went directly to the issue, to the core of the reason why he was there, as Andy didn't seem like he wanted to spend a long time in your presence.

The question was deafening, it was something you hadn't even admitted to Bucky himself, it was something you knew the answer to, but you had never voiced it out loud.

You took a deep breath and looked at Andy.

"I do." Your voice was firm and determined, as if it had been something you struggled with, when in reality coming to terms that you did have feelings for a man like that was the easiest that you ever had to do, but admitting it to his son, your friend... that was rough.

There was sorrow in his eyes as he heard the answer. Andy pressed his lips together in an understanding smile as he slowly nodded.

"Why?"

You thought you had heard wrong. Was he asking "why" you had feelings for his dad, "why" you had done it, "why" your feelings for Andy had come to a halt...

"What?"

He sighed and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

"Why do you like him?"

"I mean..." You swallowed thickly and licked your lips, there was no way to word why you had come to like Bucky so much without being cheesy "He's always on the forefront when it comes to protecting me, even when I was just your friend to him, he went out of his way to get rid of a group of guys that were harassing me. He's really kind, he treats me well and although he has this rough exterior he's really sensitive and loving." You paused and look into Andy's sad eyes "He cares about you, very much, and he feels really sorry..."

"I know he does... That's why this is so hard for me. I would've expected it if he was a deadbeat who didn't give a shit about me, but he's always been there, he's always been my best-friend and now... I still love him, I don't think I will ever not love him, but it was an unexpected blow." Those words were hard for Andy, you could tell.

His voice was breaking and cracking, as if he had to physically pull them out of his throat.

"I came down here because I wanted to know... I needed to know if you and my dad were just a fling or it was an actual thing." The boy struggled with his words, and so did you, wanting everything to be as broad and un-specific as possible.

"Is it better that I like him?" You asked, unsure if that was the answer he was looking for.

Andy shrugged. The boy himself was not sure what answer he was searching for, and what outcome would be best.

"In a way it's better that you actually like him, because then you weren't just crewing up things between us for a one night stand, but in the long run it might hurt me more. I-I don't know..."

"I'm sorry, Andy..."

"Yeah, you've said that, you and him." He said, with a cynical chuckle, which struck you deeply "I'm not saying I will never forgive you, I eventually will, you were a good friend to me, but right now I can't be the bigger person and just forgive you both."

"I can wait." You said with a small, sympathetic smile.

Andy just nodded, and bid you a silent goodbye. There wasn't exactly closure, and it wasn't the conclusion you had hoped for (or expected), but it was better than nothing.

You stood on your porch, watching as he left, thinking about what had just happened, and trying to process what it all meant.

"Hey."

You snapped your head in the direction of the very familiar voice.

"Bucky, hey! Andy just left, actually." You told him, as you pointed towards the direction his son had gone in.

"I know, I got here a while ago, but it didn't seem like a conversation I should be a part of."

"So you were nearby... waiting?" You realized.

"Yes." The man responded simply.

"So did you hear..."

You hoped the answer was negative, you prayed it was negative.

"I did."

Oh. What a nightmare. You had just indirectly confessed to him, he had heard you tell his son how much you liked him. It was too soon, you hadn't been together for long, and it wasn't something you wanted him to know yet.

"Oh... It's okay if you don't feel the same, I mean it hasn't been a long time so I get it but-"

"Don't do that." Bucky interrupted your rant, with a serious tone.

You had been averting your gaze, too nervous to meet his stare, but at that sentence, you looked up into his eyes.

"Do what?" You asked.

"Act like you're somehow not enough for me to feel the same. Act like what we have isn't special, and act like I wasn't obsessed with you from the very start."

Bucky stepped forward and cupped your face with his hands.

"There's no use in denying what we feel, Y/N, and time doesn't fucking matter because a day with you feels like a second, it's never enough. So don't focus on the days we spent, let's just focus on the days we have ahead, okay? The sooner we start our journey, the more time we will have to enjoy it, together."

You were too choked up to respond, you could only wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a deep kiss.

"Fuck me like you want to make me yours forever." You whispered, looking straight into his eyes.

Bucky instantly grabbed your thighs with his hands, making you wrap his legs around his waist as he hurriedly carried you inside of the house.

For the first time, when he laid you on your bed, he took his time. He removed his clothes first, and then slowly peeled your off of every item you wore, taking in your curves like you were a piece of art at the Louvre.

He kissed the skin between your breasts and played with them softly, before trailing his lips down your body, eyes locked on yours drinking your every expression. The man kissed the inside of your thighs, taking his time before eating you out. His tongue tasted you hungrily, and, although he tried taking his time, Bucky's desperation showed - he couldn't get enough of you.

"Bucky please..." You begged, unable to wait any longer.

He listened to your pleas instantly, locking your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue, before slipping into you so easily that it felt like a puzzle coming together.

This time, he didn't let you go. He held you close and looked into your eyes as he fucked you, listening to your every command, to your every noise like it was music.

And, when the two of you came in sync, promises of staying together forever came out in unison.

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smutallyouwant · 5 hours ago

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One-Shot World chp. 7

A Good Girl

M reader x Mina

Word Count: 2.5k

[ Praise Kink, Daddy kink, Contains degradation words ]

" ~~ugghh, mmmhhh mhhh "

Moans flooded the room as you entered the boys locker room of the baseball team. You're late in your practice and you don't expect someone to be here at this time. You have to prepare for the practice and get your gear but at the edge of the room you see your star player, Yuan hammering the famous ballerina girl, Mina.

One of her legs was wrapped between Yuan's thighs showcasing her great flexibility. Her pink sweater is a mess revealing her white bra, both of their eyes are locked in each other and you froze there as you peek.

Mina' s arms are wrapped on Yuan's nape as he fucked her steadily in a moderate pace. Mina was famous for switching boyfriends every time and now you're watching her being fucked by your team mate inside of your Baseball team' s locker room.

" Kiss me " Mina said.

Mina was staring at Yuan intently as their mouths collided and made out. The banging of their bodies made you so horny that you cannot remove your eyes from the sight. Yuan's hands roamed on her body, casually grabbing her boobs and caressing her smooth skin. They are seeped into the kiss before Mina's eyes rolled intending to close her eyes but instead had a glance of you as you peek.

Mina released the kiss as she noticed you.

" Hey someone's watching us "

Mina said without a sense of panic.

" Let him watch " Yuan teased Mina.

" Are you crazy? Hey fuck off! Fucking pervert" Mina cursed at you.

You quickly ran out due to embarrassment and you did not dare to look back. You're half way into the baseball field before you noticed that you forgot your bag with your phone inside the room.

You have no choice but to come back. You waited outside, hearing the slight echo of Mina's moans from outside made you wish it was you fucking her instead of your team mate. You sat beside the door and not a minute had passed before the door slammed open.

Yuan with his gear came out first and you entered the room, the sight you saw was Mina fixing her clothes.

" Just get what you need and don't stare at me, you virgin "

Mina said as she stared at you with a grinning annoyance.

" I'm so sorry "

You said before quickly taking your bag and leaving.

After the practice, the coach informed all of you about the upcoming celebration for your team passing on the playoff stages. Later in the evening the team will have a barbeque and drinking sessions.

The night came and some of the boys brought their girlfriends into the party. Yuan was with Mina again tonight and they are annoyingly clingy with each other.

Yuan casually palms her legs and caresses them as all of you are drinking with some pecks in the cheeks, neck and shoulders here and there.

The night went on and some of the players went home already the coach and manager also waved goodbye for the night. Only 7 remained you, Yuan, Mina, 3 players and the other one is the girlfriend of your other team mate.

Yuan is so drunk that he pulled Mina for a kiss and the two made out Infront of you for a solid 10 seconds.

" Oi, you're too drunk Yuan "

" Get a room already you two "

Your team mates said.

The scene reminded you of what happened earlier and you can't help but think of it again. After a few more shots Mina asked the permission to leave with Yuan.

You stayed there until all of your team mates left because there's nothing to do after you went home anyway.

You got out of the shop and noticed Mina from the alley. That's the way to your house but you intentionally went the other way in order to avoid her.

" Oi, virgin ! "

You froze.

" Oh, I didn't notice you, Mina " you said with an awkward smile.

" I can't go home right now, do you have a place? "

" What? I thought you went home with Yuan?"

" He's too drunk, I just booked him a cab to his home. Do you have a place or not? " Mina said with an annoyed tone.

" Yes, I do live alone "

" Perfect, let's go "

She said before grabbing your arms. You can feel her smooth skin and you can almost bump into her boobs. You're as confused as a baby but you're not complaining.

As you opened the door of your room, Mina quickly pulled you for a kiss. You can taste the barbeque and the alcohol from both of your mouths but the sweetness of her scent overwhelmed it. Your hands roamed into her body like Yuan did earlier and Minas hands were tied on you like a snake.

Unlike earlier Mina's hands are exploring every inch of your body before her hands landed on your bulge.

" Did you enjoyed watching me getting fucked earlier? " She teased you with her sharp eyes.

" I saw you watching intently as we made out is this your first time kissing a beautiful girl like me? "

You nodded before licking her collarbone and kissing her neck and shoulders as she talked.

" I just hoped that you stayed and peeked through the end, but maybe I just scared you away "

You can't take it anymore, you pushed her into your bed and pounced on her.

" You're Yuan's girlfriend, is this okay? "

" As long as you'll be my good boy, no one has to find out " Mina exclaimed.

" Do you know how to eat a pussy baby boy?" Mina teases you.

" I don't look like it but I'm not a virgin anymore " You answered.

You quickly pulled her shorts and licked her pussy good. She rested her feet on your back as she scrunched your hair in pleasure.

" That's right, eat my pussy like a good boy "

You used your tongue to swirl the edges of her clit and two of your fingers to pleasure her from the inside.

" Yes that's it, I can't believe you knew how to do that, Ughhh!.~~mhhh "

Mina moans, her eyes rolling and her back arced while trying hard to keep her sanity.

" Keep thrusting your fingers, and rub in upward as you go "

" Flick my clit with your tongue, yes just like that ~~mhhhh god! Keep that up just like that "

You kept on doing her commands, you can feel her pleasure as she scrunches your hair harder with every second.

" Mhhhhh~~ just like that y/n, I'm cummingg " ~ ughh!!! What a good boyyy!! "

She squealed as she squirted on your bed and some went to your face. You kept on fingering her until the last drop of her juices.

" Fuckk, I can't believe that you'd make me squirt like that "

Mina said before moving in front of you, grabbing your pants. She unbuckled your pants and removed them.

" I saw two of your heads peeking earlier, now let me see what you're packing in here " she teased you as she removes your pants.

" Fuck I can't wait to feel this in my pussy. Let me return the favor Y/N "

" I'll be your good girl "

Mina sat you on the bed and she kneeled on the floor to suck on your dick. Mina's head game is no joke, she casually took your 6 inches dick into a fellatio with no signs of difficulty. You can feel her tongue swirl on your shaft as she suckles it in an up and down motion. You laid on the bed and you pulled her to get on too as she gave you a head of the lifetime.

The sight of her silky white skin with her seductive cleavage is enough to make you cum.

" Fuck, what a good girl, keep on sucking like that "

You gave her no warning, you came on her mouth without hesitation. Cum flooded her mouth but she sipped them back into your shaft and swallowed all of it. She released your dick, sighed and catches her breath before showing you her mouth, tongue exposed to prove that she swallowed it all like a good girl that she is.

" Am I a good girl, Y/N? "

" No Mina, you're just a hoe " you teased her.

" What the fuck? I made you cum in my beautiful mouth and you'd call me a hoe? "

" Are you not? Earlier today you're fucking with different guy and now you're sucking my dick, aren't you a whore? "

" Fuck you! " She said giving you the middle finger.

" You fucking ruined the mood, I'm out of here " she added.

" What? I thought you can't wait to feel my dick inside you? "

You said as you grabbed her arms.

" I don't want to sound arrogant but my length is much larger than average"

" Don't you want to take my dick like a good girl? " You taunted her into submitting again.

You pulled her on top of you and you buried your tongue into her mouth. The kiss wiped her angry face away and she's now aligning your shaft into her pussy.

You remove her top as she pushes herself down into your length.

" ~~ugghhhhh "

She moaned softly as it slides slowly in her.

She rides your cock intensely, her body moved like a wave in the ocean as she grinds her pussy into your length.

" ~~~mhhh fuck, your dick reaches so deep, shit "

You grabbed her waist, giving her lower back a support so she can ride you well. As she got tired and started catching her breath, you took the inactive to bounce her up and down by lifting and slamming her in your shaft.

" Ughhh~~ ughhh~~ ughh~~ "

You can feel your dick penetrating her walls and Mina can't help but to scream and moan in pleasure. She hugged your neck as she moaned into your ear.

" Am I a good girl for taking your whole dick daddy? Please tell me I'm a good girl daddy "

She wisphered into your ear.

" Yes you're a good girl, Mina "

" Taking my dick is not an easy task, but you did it great "

" Really? Will you give me a reward for that daddy? " She said enthusiastically as she palms your cheek .

" I'll come inside you for being a very good girl " you said while pampering her head.

" Is my pussy that good that you want to fill it daddy? Tell me that my pussy feels good please ~ughhh "

" Your pussy feels so good, Mina "

" Yess cum inside me, cum inside your good girl daddy "

You changed position so you can fuck her more comfortably, you moved into missionary position so you can pummel her as fast and hard as you can.

Mina's legs were wrapped into your waist and thigh, not letting you pull out your dick.

" I'll fill your pussy now, babyy take it "

" Yess dadyyy fill me up! "

" Ughhhh~`` " you moaned in unison.

Mina strengthened her grip into your body as you burst your nut inside her, you let out more strong thrusts to pump out more semen in her.

" Ohh god there's so much! Haha " Mina laughed in shock.

Both of you cleaned each other, but you can't let the night pass by doing it just one time. You took a 15 minute rest before going at it again.

Mina wore her top as you made her lay on the bed with her plump ass exposed. You aligned your already hard length and pushed in through.

Her ass bounced as you pummeled it full force.

" Ohh god! Daddy that's too rough! "

" Take it like a good girl! " You said as you slapped her ass.

" Fuck, you're just a slut with daddy issues Mina "

" Yess daddy I'm already a slut, but I'm your good girl daddy " she begged.

" Then be a good girl and let me do what I want "

" Yes daddy, do anything you want to me "

You pounded her hard not giving a damn with her already climaxing many times.

This is your first time doing 4 rounds of sex in just 2 hours. Mina is just so beautiful and sexy that you can't stop fucking her.

" Ughh, I'm cumming again fuck! "

Mina limped like a vegetable on your bed as you came inside her for the 5th time now. You took this opportunity to take a video of you making out with the half asleep Mina.

You woke up the next day without Mina, Mina messaged you that she went home already. News spreads on your baseball team that Mina broke up with Yuan already.

After your failed championship run for the Baseball cup, you went home tired but suddenly your bell rang.

You now know where to put your frustrations...

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run2min · 1 day ago

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Girl dad Beomgyu scenarios! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

A/N: I only ever see boy dad beom so I thought I'd bless you all with some girl dad too :)

Warnings: est. relationship, pregnancy and children

wc:

૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა the first cry!

Beomgyu never thought he’d be the type to cry in a hospital room. But when the first wail of his newborn daughter filled the air, he felt a lump in his throat that he couldn’t swallow. His fingers trembled as he reached out, brushing against the tiniest hand he’d ever seen. She was so small, so warm, and so unbelievably beautiful.

“Congratulations, Dad,” the nurse said with a soft smile as she placed the baby into his arms.

Dad.

The word hit him like a punch to the chest. He was a dad now. Choi Beomgyu, the same guy who used to stay up until 4 AM playing video games and eat instant noodles for breakfast, was now responsible for this human life.

He looked down at her, his daughter, swaddled in a soft pink blanket. Her tiny face scrunched up as she yawned, and a small giggle escaped his lips.

“She’s perfect,” he whispered, glancing at you—his best friend, the love of his life—who was watching with tired but happy eyes.

“She’s so small,” he whispered, voice shaking as he carefully cradled her.

You chuckled from the hospital bed. “Yeah, most babies are.”

“But… she’s so small.” His heart pounded as he stared at her soft, chubby cheeks, her button nose, the tiny fingers curled into a fist. “What if I break her?”

“You won’t,” you reassured him, eyes soft as you watched him hold her. “She already loves you, Gyu.”

Beomgyu swallowed hard. This wasn’t like performing on stage or cracking jokes in front of a camera. This was real. This was forever.

His daughter yawned in his arms, her little lips smacking together before she nuzzled into his hoodie. And just like that, all the fear melted away.

Then, with the tiniest movement, the baby’s little hand grasped Beomgyu’s pinky finger.

And that was it. Beomgyu was gone.

"I’d die for you,” he whispered.

The baby yawned.

“I swear, I’d give you my entire bank account, my soul, my—”

You laughed. “Beomgyu, she’s two hours old.”

He didn't care, he was hers.

૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა dad reflexes 101!

Before becoming a dad, Beomgyu had always thought "dad reflexes" were just a myth.

Then his daughter turned one.

One evening, he was sitting on the couch, strumming his guitar, when he noticed her wobbling dangerously close to the edge of the coffee table.

Without thinking—without even looking—he flung out an arm and caught the baby mid-fall.

Silence.

You, sitting nearby, blinked. “Did you just—”

Beomgyu stared at his daughter, still dangling in his grasp.

“…Did I just unlock a dad skill?”

You grinned. “I think you did.”

Beomgyu gasped. “Oh my God. Am I a superhero now?”

His daughter simply giggled, clapping her tiny hands.

Beomgyu beamed. “That’s right, princess. Your Appa’s amazing.”

૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა beomgyu's heartbreak!

Beomgyu had been training his daughter for months.

“Say Appa,” he coached daily, pointing to himself. “Aaa-ppa.”

She babbled nonsense in response.

Then one fateful morning, while Beomgyu was scrolling through his phone, she toddled up to you, arms outstretched, and clear as day—

“Mama!”

Silence.

Beomgyu gasped, dramatically clutching his chest. “NOOOO!”

You burst into laughter, scooping her up. “Did you just say Mama?”

She clapped excitedly. “Mama! Mama!”

Beomgyu flopped onto the couch in despair. “I have been betrayed.”

You smirked. “Maybe if you didn’t spend so much time bribing her with snacks, she would’ve picked you first.”

He pouted for hours. But later that night, when he tucked her into bed, she looked up at him with sleepy eyes and whispered—

“Appa.”

And just like that, Beomgyu nearly cried himself to sleep.

might do some more if you all like these !

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virq-qgo · 2 days ago

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If you still need Arthur Morgan requests, what about some angst that turns into fluff or smut in the form of being captured by a gang and forming a bond with a fellow captive?

Or perhaps him desperately longing for someone he thinks he has no chance with until he finds out they're just as into him? Bonus for him breaking down a little about it >:)

I fucked up *sobs* I wanted extra money on rdr2 so I was introduced the world of cheats. I didn't fucking know it wouldn't save my process until I found out when I was fucking sent back to the beginning. Not too happy about that.

Also, I'm so sorry for the delay. I am working on the other requests, but I have a hard time writing when I notice that nobody sees/likes/reposts/comment my work. Cause I work hard on it, and lose the motivation if it goes unnoticed. So please forgive me for the slow updates! I also feel like I can't write anymore so now it's just shitty.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! I decided to write the second prompt because my brain generated ideas for that one!!!

Warnings: Arthur is OOC (probably, idk..) I don't remember that one guys name, but he was an "O'Driscoll" but joined the camp. Drunk Arthur, my writing, unedited because my neck and back hurts. (I locked in.) FEM reader

Arthur Morgan, the man who had a five thousand dollar bounty on his head. The man who was deemed as dangerous and do not approach. Had some silly school boy crush on the sweet girl at the camp. And that girl was you.

The way you would care for him when he returns back from a trip Dutch had sent him on, make sure to have left over meals so that he could eat. You even go as far to bathe him when Arthur has no energy left in him to do it himself.

Oh, how deep in love he has fallen.

But he couldn’t help but let his mind wander if those soft hands of yours had touched another man's body.

Or if you smiled that beautiful smile to somebody else.

Maybe your arms wrap tighter against another man's body when you’re sharing a horse.

A sigh escaped his lips as he guided his horse back into camp, he was starting to think too much of you and it was taking a serious toll on him. As soon as Arthur arrived at the posts to hitch his horse. He heard your laughter.

There he saw you with Kieran, laughing.

He didn’t know why it had made him so angry, but it did. He wanted to beat Kieran for making you laugh. For getting to see your smile.

But, Arthur couldn’t help but think about just how much better Kieran was. He was a good man, and didn't have a bounty. And treated everyone with kindness even if he didn’t get it back. Arthur Morgan truly had no chance with you. And it hurts.

So he did what he did best when it came to dealing with shitty emotions. Going to the bar and getting absolutely shit faced.

Arthur had been six beers in and lost count of the amount of shots he took. Despite being shitfaced, he would never be shitfaced enough to not notice you. He felt your presence near him and when looking, there you were right next to him with a concerned look on your pretty face.

“Arthur,” Your voice was soft and gentle. “Come home, it’s getting late.”

He knew he should've listened to you and put down the beers. But he was too deep in to care. “Go on back to Kieran.” Arthur slurred over his words before calling over the bartender for another beer.

But as soon as the man tried giving another bottle to Arthur. You snatched it and gave it to the next person.

“H-hey!” Arthur yelled, turning his body to face you but stumbled over his feet. Almost nearly losing his balance. “That was mine!”

You slipped the bartender some money before grabbing Arthur by the arm and leading him to the entrance of the saloon. Ignoring his drunken protest and attempts at pulling away from you, you still took him to the hotel.

“One room please,” You say with a smile on your face to the man behind the counter. Paying what you owed, the man placed the key to the room into the palm of your hand.

“Please no trouble, that man is a trouble maker as it is.” He spoke sheepishly. Almost regretting letting you buy a room.

But unfortunately for him, you were already gone and up the stairs.

“Arthur, stop dragging your feet.” You grumbled and tugged on his hand while trying not to get irritated with him.

“Then take me back to the damn saloon.” Arthur argued.

With a surprising amount of strength, you yanked him to the hotel door and held onto him with a death grip while trying to unlock the door. Soon enough, you unlocked the door and guided Arthur in before shutting it behind you.

“God dammit woman.” Arthur grumbles at you as he wobbles over to the bed and flops onto it. “your always ruinin, it for me! For making me feel the way I do about yah,” Arthur rubs a hand over his face before taking off his hat and placing it on the nightstand beside him. “Yer lucky that I love yah, otherwise I wouldn’t have been that easy to take!”

You look at Arthur puzzled, he loved you? Nonsense. You saw the way he interacted with Mary Linton. Now that was love, the way he would caress her cheeks when she was upset. How would he take her on trips with him just to make her happy? Arthur just bout did almost anything for that woman.

But he was drunk, maybe he thought you were her.

“Arthur you’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He calls out your name and sits up to look at you, like he wasn’t absolutely plastered. “I wanted to kill that boy today. I should be the only one who gets to make you laugh like that, o-or smile.” He drunkenly grumbles, “can’t but think about how good you are. I shouldn’t have these feelings for yah.”

“Arthur-” you try to stop him but he interrupts you.

“You’re so beautiful, and I'm so in love with you. And it makes me so mad that some boy can make you laugh so easily. I get it, I'm older, roughed up. Even got a bounty on my head. I don’t deserve to have these feelings for you.”

You watch Arthur ramble, but you notice something that makes you frown. There were tears in his eyes but he wiped them before you got a chance to say anything.

“I might be drunk, but i’m not drunk enough to not remember how in love I am with you. The damn alcohol didn’t stop from how much I'm hurting.” He chuckles, trying to attempt to mask the pain in his voice.

“Arthur, even if you don’t know what you’re talking about. You are loved, you are meant to be loved. I don’t know why you bother hiding how you truly feel about the people you care about, because everyone I know loves you. All the women back at camp boast about just how safe they feel, the children look up to you and tell me about how Uncle Arthur taught them how to bug Dutch. And the men, they see you as their brother.” You rant, but your voice was gentle. Even though this was meant to drill into that head of his, you couldn’t bring yourself to be upset with him. But as soon as you were about to go off on him again. You notice those same tears that he was trying so hard to hide, fall down his cheeks.

And without thinking, you step closer to Arthur and wipe his tears away with your thumb. “Maybe tomorrow morning, if you remember telling me just how much you love me. You can treat me to breakfast and I’ll tell you how I feel.”

With a nod of his head, Arthur agreed. “Can you stay with me for the night? I don’t want to be left alone.

“Of course I can.” You smile before walking to the chair in the corner. It won't be comfortable, but it’ll work.

“What are you doin’?” Arthurs voice broke you from your train of thought.

You gave the man a weird look before sitting down in the chair ,“Getting comfortable?”

You see Arthur roll his eyes before standing up, still very wobbly. But managed to walk over to you and pull you up.” “Get in the damn bed woman.” he grumbled while he guided you to the bed.

“Are you sure-” You try to talk but he interrupts you once again.

“Drunk or not, I wouldn't be a real man if I let a woman sleep uncomfortably.”

A soft smile sits on your face as you crawl into bed, waiting for Arthur to join you. And once he does, you unconsciously scoot a little closer to him. His warmth and scent immediately puts you to sleep.

The sun peeking from the blinds and shining straight into your eyes, was what woke you up. You reach out to feel for Arthur, but he wasn’t there. This really woke you up.

You couldn't help but let your mind wander to the previous night where he had confessed his feelings. You knew he had mistaken you for Mary Linton. God, you hated yourself for agreeing to sleep in the same bed as him. Tears pool your eyes as you feel the embarrassment fill your blood. As you were getting up from the bed, the door opened and there stood Arthur with breakfast in his hands. The warm look he had on his face dropped once he noticed the tears in your eyes.

“What's wrong?” He asked and put the breakfast he had found and placed it onto the table.

Before you could get a word in, he was next to you in a flash. “Why’er crying?”

Arthur gave you a puzzled look when he heard you laugh and wipe your eyes. “I just had thought you really left.”

You could see him visibly sigh from relief, he was so worried that he had done something wrong. “Is it a bad time to say that I love you?” he grins and reaches out for a plate of food and placing it into your lap, eagerly awaiting for the answer you promised him.

Your lips curl as you lean in and press your lips against his. “Does that tell you?”

“I don't know, you might have to tell me.” He grins and takes the plate of food off your lap and places it to the side. This time he was to kiss you, his fingers curl against your hips as he pushed you flat down on the bed.

“I love you too, Arthur Morgan.” You tell him in between kisses.

A soft squeal escapes your lips as you feel the scruff of his beard tickle your cheek as he whispers into your ear, “I had a hunch you'd say that.

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acynicalsweetheart · 2 days ago

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What if reader was Curlys teenage daughter and they're bathing together and he's taking his time washing her body and thinking about how much she's grown n stuff.. I think that'd be a neat fic if you have time🌚

okay after embarrassing myself majorly im just posting this. not a fic just a very long fucking drabble… sorry to disappoint anon LOL i have no idea what this is umm it sucks ass i can't lie i didn't even follow the ask LMFAO. cut it down a little bc i hated it so much . original version posted on my ao3… read cws as always!

content warning: 18+, dead dove do not eat, daddy-daughter incest, etc etc

“Wow…” dad grabs at your hips, fondling them while his eyes rake down your body, his expression looking more like awe than perversion. “It’s been a while, huh?”

“Can we just get this over with?”

“Alright, we can get it over with,” Curly lifts you up princess-style, carrying you in his arms like you’re his bride to the bathtub.

“Dad!”

You’re placed in the bubble bath, dad’s taken the time to pick out your favourite sickly sweet scent even if he’s been clear about how it gives him a migraine. He enters after you, maneuvering you to sit in his lap.

Dad leans back, makes these embarrassing sex-like noises that have your cheeks setting ablaze. The fact that you’re both butt fucking naked, stuck in a bathtub meant for one, doesn’t help the situation either.

“This is nice,” he breathes out, pornographic in sound in the way only dad manages to be, pets you on the head and pulls you closer to his chest, “you, me, just like the old times.”

“Yeah…” is all you can offer in reply, mainly because of the way his dick seems to be agreeing with his words—pressing uncomfortably against your hip in its heavy and floppy glory.

He’s mostly soft, which you suppose is a good thing.

Curly washes you like you’re still his baby, struggling to scrub your body squeaky, watery clean ‘cause of the bubbles stubbornly sticking to your skin.

Everything is fine so you let your guard down for approximately one minute and his hands have already wandered off to where they aren’t supposed to be.

“Look at these, baby,” he says like you haven’t been looking at them for years, cupping your breasts in his large palms and feeling up the tits he helped to make. “One day they might be as big as mine.”

Right. Because dad has tittage enough to make Anna Nicole Smith reek out of jealousy.

“Funny.” You click your tongue at him. Dad means well, you think. You just don’t have the heart to tell him that he’s being wildly inappropriate.

“Lighten up, baby.”

“I’m all grown up now, dad, it’s… kind of weird.” He’s like a puppy, if you get stern with him he’ll start pouting and near keeling.

“All grown up? Honey, you’re my little girl. Always.”

You’ll be my little girl even when you’re fourty, you’ll be my little girl even when I’ve kicked the bucket—

“Even if you walk around with these babies” dad squeezes your tits, chuckles like it’s the most normal thing in the world when you yelp, “nowadays.”

(You’ve had them for as long as you can remember. Maybe he’s just been too busy fucking around up in the galaxy to notice.)

“I’ve been walking around with these,” you pluck his hands off your chest and he wraps them back around your waist—and much to your surprise, dad takes it, stays like that.

“Whatever you say.”

It comes to a point where you’ve both been in the tub for so long that your fingers are starting to get pruny, wrinkling up like raisins.

Dad’s hands drift slowly, very indiscreetly, down your tummy until his fingertips brush against your mound. You’re almost praying it’s an accident, frozen like a stone statue in his lap.

“Are you…?” He trails off, seemingly a bit taken aback of his own question.

“…Am I what?”

Sick? Wet? Legal? A virgin?

“Nothing,” he says but starts feeling around like he’s searching for something. A nagging voice in the back of your head tells you that ‘something’ might be your hymen.

“I can—I can wash… down there myself, dad,” grabbing his hands to stop them from going any further, your heart’s beating so hard in your chest you can feel it in your throat. You swallow it.

“Right. Yeah.” Curly finally retreats, spurting out a half-assed excuse, “sorry, sweetheart.” It’s like he’s on another planet.

Yet your stomach flares up with a heat you definitely should not be feeling at your dad’s touch—or lack thereof.

It comes out before you can stop yourself, “why are you acting so weird?” Like you’re not the one with clenching thighs and a blanket of buzzing arousal over you as you speak.

“Weird? Honey, I’m not—“ dad cuts himself off, sighs and starts over. “I just… missed my girl. Feel bad for spending so much time away from you,” he admits quietly, saddened as he looks down and strokes your tummy under the water. “Didn’t get to see you grow up.”

“Oh,” that does not explain things. “It’s okay, dad.”

“No, I shouldn’t have touched you like that, baby.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you wonder if he’ll start sobbing.

Maybe you’ll let him stay like this for just a little while longer.

“I can show you,” you take a moment before deciding to guide one of his hands back to your breast, the other to cup your mound. “How much I’ve grown up.”

A lone rubber duck floating amongst the bubbles judges you.

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secret-moonstruck · 2 days ago

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DOLLHOUSE | P. JAY Ver.

Weekly challenge: Tied (secret-moonstruck x callmemonster68)

Pairing: Jay x fem!reader | part 02 (Masterlist)

— Synopsis: There was no way of knowing if this was a house or an exhibition. Y/n, a sadistic vampire, liked to have her toys always in her sight. Jay was wrong to think he could get away from this, Y/N didn't accept rebellion.

Facts: Human blood is the best to feed a vampire. However, the exchange of blood between vampires always touches all the physical and mental senses and emotions. The blood of a newly transformed vampire is more intense, as it still has the energy of human blood mixed with that of a vampire.

— Genre: smut

— Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, praising, cum inside, making out, clit play, begging, hickeys, cum eating, overstimulation, gore, death, blood, torture, more. .

— Notes: I'm new to this writing thing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

Everyone was tense in the mansion, they preferred to avoid Y/N's fury, so they chose to stay in their rooms, except Sunoo who was being the good boy he always was.

Y/N was sitting on her throne, with Sunoo sitting at her feet with his head in her lap as she stroked his hair. His fingers absently roaming her legs as she waited for Jay to wake up.

When Jay woke up, he was in a mix of anger and panic, he failed, he couldn't believe he was back there in that mansion, things would definitely be worse now, he knew she would be very angry.

Jay gathered courage and got up from his bed, his room, like the others, had everything to be perfect, it was big and everything suited his tastes, everything he liked was there, everything was incredible, except due to a detail that all their rooms had, all the walls that faced the large hall were made of glass, it was as if it were part of an exhibition.

As soon as she noticed that Jay had woken up, Y/N called Heeseung and ordered him to bring Jay.

Leaving his room, Heeseung went to Jay's. When he took the locks off the room and opened the glass door, Jay tried to leave, but Heeseung didn't let him.

- Sorry, just with the collar. - Heeseung said before attaching the collar to Jay's neck.

It wasn't new, she often only let them out on a leash, but Jay hated it, hated being humiliated and controlled.

Heeseung led Jay through the large hall. Y/N watched them expressionlessly, but her eyes glowed red that showed how angry she was.

- You can go, honey. - Y/N said to Sunoo, who got up.

Before leaving, he kissed Y/N on the lips. He always showed how useful a toy he was, he liked to be the favorite, always having privileges and receiving praise.

As he was led to Y/N, Jay looked around. Everything seemed normal, I could see inside the seven rooms that surrounded the hall, Y/N's throne was still in the corner right in the center of the wall, the stairs that circled behind it going to her room, the heavy white curtains were open , the antique table that was there in front of the window, the sofas full of cushions on the other side of the room, but the statues and decorations were all broken. It was obvious that Y/N had broken down in a fit of rage, it made him fear whether she had calmed down yet or he would be on the receiving end of her fury.

Heeseung apologized before giving Jay a small push to kneel when he arrived in front of Y/N.

Y/N smiled when she saw Jay there at her feet, the collar around his neck, the ropes restraining his body and his hands tied.

- Did you really believe you could escape? - Y/N's tone was low and calm, but extremely threatening.

Jay remembered how Y/N found him so easily in the forest, even though he ran away hours ago, and how, on her orders, Sunghoon and Jake captured him so easily, while she, with just a movement of her fingers, did With his body being restrained by ropes and another movement of her hands, she made him suffocate until he passed out.

- What did you intend? Die alone? Or did you think you could survive without my blood? - Y/N laughed sarcastically.

It turns out that Y/N was a vampire, they were just humans when she captured each one, she gave a small amount of her blood causing a partial transformation, she prevented the complete transformation with a poison, so they would be even more under her control, They would need blood, but they could not have the powers or strength of vampires, and as they were not fully transformed and the doses of poison weaken them, they would die without her blood.

- It doesn't matter, it's too much to bear this humiliation, to be treated like a doll, humiliated, literally to be stepped on by you. - He knew he was taking a risk, but he wasn't afraid to confront her.

Y/N laughed loudly, giving him goosebumps, while with a slight movement of her hand, Jay's collar was pulled around his neck, making him come to her.

- Don't you like serving me? - She asked, a falsely offended tone, her hands now pulling on the collar, making him fall to his feet. - Tell me what you don't like? I don't give you pleasure? And that? Wow that's pretty offensive.

Jay didn't know how to respond. What didn't he like? It's not like he hated being there, it was just… he didn't like how everyone had to be submissive to her. Why did she control everything about them? As he thought he realized what angered him, it was her in control, he wanted to be in control, to make her pay for every humiliation, every time she made him beg for some blood, every time she pushed him to the edge. and then torture him. He understood that running away and dying wasn't what he really wanted, that was stupidity driven by anger, what he wanted was to make her pay, was to make her beg just as they needed to beg for her, was to ruin her.

- I'm sorry, I don't hate you, I was just tired of being deprived of having you properly.

Y/N studied him for a moment, assessing whether the gleam in his eyes was really due to this desire or just anger. She realized it was true, she saw that his anger was about not being in control. She just laughed at him, he really felt offended that he had to be submissive to her.

- Oh oh, my poor boy. - She lightly tugged on his collar, making him come closer to her, so close that their lips almost touched. She made the ropes that bound him fall from his body and hands. - You really don't think you could ever have control over me, do you?

She then kissed him, it was a slow kiss, but it made his whole body burn. Damn, he could hate her, but at the same time, he loved what she did to him.

Occasionally, she would tug on the leash, making him gasp each time she tried to tame the kiss.

When he towered over her and tried to touch her, she tugged harder on the collar, breaking the kiss.

- No my dear, you never remember, you can only touch me when and where I allow you.

Jay was angry again, he wanted to just pick her up and fuck her, but here she was again depriving him of doing what he wanted.

- You said you're tired of being deprived of having me as you want. How about I let you show me this? I will give you the chance to show me how much you love me, my dear, I will not interfere.

Y/N signaled for him to kneel again as she spread her legs, her short dress riding up, revealing her black lace panties.

Jay grabbed Y/N's leg, kissing her thighs as he slid her stockings down her legs, kissing along each now uncovered part until he reached her feet. He did this on both legs, meeting Y/N's eyes who were looking at him with anticipation, when he did the opposite, now kissing from her feet to the top of her thigh, he removed Y/N's already wet panties, running his fingers over her wetness, and then he bit her thigh, he heard Y/N moan when she felt him drink her blood, she normally didn't let them drink from her without her permission, he ran his tongue over the bite, stopping the trickle of blood that came out of your bite, Y/N gasping feeling his breath on her wetness but without touching her, teasing her. She was already starting to get irritated, when she felt her warm tongue run through her wet folds, she moaned in satisfaction.

Jay held tightly to Y/N's thighs that threatened to close while he devoured her pussy, playing with her clit, his fingers inside her. Y/N's hands stuck in his hair, pulling silently asking for more. She was almost reaching her climax when he pulled away with a smile. After doing this a few times, teasing her, Y/N's eyes flashed with anger, he wanted her to beg, but she would never do that. He smiled, she might not be begging with words, but her expression of desperation was enough to inflate his ego.

A sly scream left Y/N's lips when Jay slapped her pussy, she involuntarily blushing under his gaze, his fingers moving inside her again, as he went back to eating her again, hungrier, his fingers more precise, his ego inflated with Y/N's moans and desperation when she finally came, I god fingers, he continued playing with her while licking every drop.

Jay felt himself being pushed by Y/N, she was flushed and very angry, she regretted letting him play with her, tease her, she was furious that she had gotten to the point of almost begging him to fuck her. She was the one who had control over him, not the other way around. She couldn't look weak or desperate. She needed to remind him who was in power here.

Y/N stood up, adjusting her dress, and hit him, leaving a large red mark on his face before holding him down, her nails digging into his cheeks, making them bleed.

I hope you had fun, because this was the first and last time you might think you would have any control over me.

Picking up his leash again, she headed to her room, him right behind her being pulled. He watched, finding it both amusing and revolting at the same time, how someone as small as her could act so dominant over him. He wanted to fuck the arrogance out of that little body.

When they reached Y/N's room, she didn't even look at him as she moved her right hand, making ropes wrap around his wrists, pulling him and pinning him to the wall, his collar falling off. She came back to him with a blindfold in her hands.

- You are really brave, I can't believe you dared to drink my blood without permission. - Y/N said while controlling the blindfold to stick to his eyes.

- Oh, I think I hurt your pretty face. - Y/N said, running her fingers over the wounds left by her nails on his face.

Jay pulled his arms, trying to free himself, furious. But he wouldn't ask her to release him, that would be even more humiliating, as well as completely useless.

Running her sharp nails gently along his neck causing goosebumps, she went to his shirt, where with more pressure, she tore it in half, continued running her fingers over his chest and abdomen, several cuts appearing where her sharp nails passed. Jay was trying not to moan between the pain and pleasure of the burning of the cuts, but he couldn't hold back when he felt Y/N's tongue passing through his body, absorbing every drop of blood that flowed from his wounds.

She finished removing his clothes, exposing his erection, running her finger around the tip, spreading the precum before pumping it.

- Funny, you didn't try to run away from me? - She said, putting more pressure on her movements. - So, explain to me if you don't like how I treat you, why are you so hard?

Y/N continued her movements, Jay's moans made her laugh, she loved how she had control over him. Just as he was about to cum Y/N his hand, he growled in anger.

- Oh, that's right. - A tone of false sadness in her voice. - You don't deserve to cum, not yet, not after you ran away. I'm really very offended.

He heard Y/N's footsteps walking away, she was really going to leave him there in this state, trapped with his cock aching for release.

He felt his blindfold fall off as Y/N snapped her fingers removing it. She was sitting on his bed now naked watching him from afar, with a creepy smile on her face.

- Maybe I should call one of the others to satisfy me. - She said as she ran her fingers through her wet folds. - Oh Jay, you could be here with me now, but you ran away from me. You don't like to satisfy me, do you? Maybe Sunghoon can do that, he's been really good to me.

Y/N's eyes widened when, with a strong pull, Jay released her hands that were pinning him to the wall and angrily went towards her, who was too surprised to react.

- Did you forget that I haven't drunk the poison for two days? - He said, climbing over her, his hands firmly holding her waist as he pushed her to the center of the bed. - And you also forgot that I drank your blood earlier in the hall.

Y/N was too confused to think how much stronger he could be at the moment, probably not enough, she was still stronger, but it didn't really matter, she didn't want to react, she liked having him so threatening over her .

She didn't even care when he, without hesitation, simply entered her without any warning.

Nothing mattered to her, not while he seemed so powerful, making her realize how small and fragile she really was beneath him, not while he fucked her so ferociously, not while he let out the accumulated anger from so many times she humiliated him. .

He wanted to make her beg for him just like she made him beg so many times, but he couldn't take much more, he needed his release, and he got it, finally without hindrance, without torture. Y/N moaned, feeling him fill her with his cum. She couldn't take it and came soon after.

Y/N was lying on her bed, breathing heavily, when she noticed Jay picking up her clothes and leaving her room, leaving her there.

- You're going to pay me for this Jay, don't think it's going to be like this. - Y/N shouted at him angrily, sitting on her bed. - You are my toy, you are just a doll, don't think you can have any power over me.

The others looked at Jay confused, surprised by Y/N's words, what could he have done to make her angry?

However, someone was smiling, perhaps it was time to execute his plan.

- I think the time has come to make things fun. - Sunoo played with the small bottle in his hands.

Next week's challenge: Obsession

#enhypen smut #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #jay #smut #jay smut #jay x reader #sunoo #kpop fanfic #kpop #heeseung #jungwon #jake #sunghoon #niki #challenge moonstruck x monster

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