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John Walker Headcanons

Random thoughts I have about John Walker. I separated them into SFW and NSFW. These may be elaborated on and expanded on later. If there is a specific headcanon you really want a story about, let me know in the comments or an ask. This may also become an entire NSFW Alphabet as I love writing those.

SFW:

Definitely a control freak. Don't touch or move his stuff without asking first unless you want either a lecture or a very pouty annoyed super soldier. Part of this is due to military training. Part of this is just him desperately needing to be in charge. His room is by far the cleanest, and he will randomly start cleaning if he's anxious.

Rigid in his routines almost to a fault. If he's not following a routine, he doesn't know what to do with himself. His entire life has been about military structure. Now, even if he's not a military officer anymore, he still can't bring himself to move out of his established routines.

Very awkward when you first start dating. The last time he successfully wooed anyone was high school. To say he's a little rusty is an understatement. Expect lots of dorky flirting and bad innuendo. May even some frat boy-esque come ons that almost make your skin crawl.

He tries to show off extra in front of you. You can't reach something? All you have to do is ask. Can't open a jar? He's right there with his hand held out. Need help carrying in groceries? He can take them all in one trip. If you come into the gym while he's in there, he will stop what he's doing to pick up even heavier weights in hopes that you notice.

Has a bit of a dumb blonde streak to him. May actually be really intelligent but will say the absolute dumbest things sometimes. Things that leave the rest of the team staring and speechless. Prime example being his “we're running out of space?” comment at the end of Thunderbolts.

100% gets jealous of your celebrity crushes. He knows it's stupid and that you having crushes is completely normal, but he can't help it. He wants to be your number 1 all the time. He needs to be your number 1, your first choice. Even if it's some married A lister you would never meet in a thousand years. He can't stand the thought of you being with someone else. Of you picking someone over him just like so many others in his life have.

The Georgja boy southern drawl comes out when he's turned on or feeling frisky. The whole team has learned this against their will, and all it takes is an “ain't” or a “darlin'” and they are shooing you behind closed doors before things progress. It's created a bit of a Pavlovian response in you whenever you hear it.

At first, he doesn't want to be left alone with his son when he gets visitation. Somehow, the team is surprisingly good with kids and helps get him comfortable. Bob watches SpongeBob or other cartoons with his son. Yelena brings out the guinea pigs to play with. Alexei is the king of storytime and also trying to help make up for some of his own fatherly shortcomings. Ava gravitates towards the arts and crafts, especially crayons and watercolor. Bucky teaches him games he used to play as a kid. He may also start reading the kid on The Hobbit. After a while, John can do it by himself and feels more confident as a dad, but by that point, everyone is a part of the family.

He really wants more kids once he's learned he's not totally shit at being a dad. He grew up with the idea of the white picket fence and 2.5 kids in the suburbs or even a farm in the country somewhere. That's still what he wants, even if it didn't come as easily as he was promised. He desperately wants a happy family. You renewed his hope that maybe someday he could have it. This correlates directly into NSFW headcanon #9 - breeding kink.

Even though he received a dishonorable discharge and was stripped of his rank and benefits, he still has his Army dress uniform hanging in his closet and his fatigues along with his tags, medals, and other mementos in a box under his bed. Even his West Point diploma is in there. They were a part of who he was, and he still isn't quite sure of who he is if he isn't a soldier. He looks through the box a lot, especially when he's feeling down.

The only thing he leaves out in the open all the time as a reminder of that life is the photo of him and Lemar that Mrs. Hoskins gave him. He also still talks to Lemar when he's feeling depressed or just wishes he was there. He doesn't know if Lemar can hear him, but he hopes he can. He was raised in the church, and even if he's not sure he believes it anymore, he likes to think Lemar is watching over him. Still by his side even from heaven.

He hates it when he cries. It makes him feel weak. He tries to stuff down all his feelings, and this has manifested in the man we see in Thunderbolts. He tends to stew in his own emotions, and you have to call him out and confront him on it. Otherwise, he will not address it. It helps to remind him that that behavior is what got him there in the first place and that if he wants to grow as a person, he has to change. You will constantly be reminding him that failing at something isn't necessarily the end of the world and that crying or admitting his feelings is not failing.

NSFW:

His body count is low. I'm talking low end of single digits. Yes, he was married and has a kid, but he also married his high school sweetheart. If they both weren't virgins when they got together, he had probably only been with one or two other women. If he's been with anyone since, and I firmly believe that's a very strong if, it was a one night stand or two.

I firmly believe he probably hasn't had sex with anyone since the divorce. He probably avoided it for a while in hopes that he could win Olivia back, and he really only wanted her. After he realized it was really over, the depression took most of the desire he had left for sex. People also tended to avoid him like the plague after the flag smashers thing. So it's not like he had women lining up for the newly single dime store Captain America.

Because of his relative inexperience, you may end up having to teach him stuff in the bedroom. Especially if you are into anything kinky. I feel like him and Olivia were probably pretty vanilla when it came to sex. He will also get really flustered when you try to talk about sex with him. He's pretty game to try whatever you want. Just don't make him talk about it.

We've all collectively decided that he has a massive praise kink. Not just in the bedroom but in all areas of his life. This is not a new thing by any means, but he never really thought of it as a kink until you called it that. Tell him how good he fucks you and he'll start purring. Tell him he's such a good boy and worthy of it and his brain will completely melt.

Once you uncork the bottle, he will be pretty insatiable. He's been backed up for a while and has a lot of energy to expend on amorous activities. Thanks to the super soldier serum, he's also going multiple rounds every time. You will be sore after sex the first handful of times simply because he's so energetic.

I think there is a distinct possibility he's accidentally bruised your cervix when he forgot about his enhanced strength and speed in the heat of the moment. He didn't exactly have a ton of sexual experience after the serum. Especially not with someone new. He was horrified and a little proud of himself all the same time.

He loves you talking dirty to him and will encourage you to keep talking. Talking about sex can get him a little flustered in normal circumstances, but if you start talking dirty, he's immediately ready to blow. He still can't really believe all the filthy things that come out of your mouth, but he hangs on every fucking word. After a while he'll even start talking dirty in return.

Sucker for fancy lingerie, but he prefers you in just one of his shirts. He loves seeing you all wrapped up like a present in satin and lace, anything sheer he has a particular soft spot for, but seeing you fresh out of the shower bare legs in one of his old t-shirts makes him practically feral. He discovered this even before you got together when your mission bag went AWOL and you had to borrow his shirt. He swore he was so hard he nearly passed out from lack of blood to his brain that whole mission.

Once the thought is in his head, his breeding kink will go from 0-100 at light speed. Olivia was pregnant while he was in the midst of a depression, so he kicks himself for not letting himself enjoy it. Especially once you start showing his hand is constantly on your belly. Talking to you the entire time you're in bed about how sexy you are all swollen with him and how he's gonna be such a good daddy for you. Before you have the baby he's already talking about looking forward to knocking you up again. Although he may worry too much about hurting you during penetrative sex in your last trimester, he's happy to help satiate you with his fingers or tongue.

He is a bit of a pillow princess when he's feeling depressed. Normally, he likes being the one in charge and doesn't mind doing most of the work. When he's down, he just wants you to ride him and talk sweet filthy nothings to him. His praise kink is turned up a notch even higher than normal, too. Tell him how good he feels. Tell him how big his cock is. Tell him that you couldn't want anyone else the way you want him. Just let him lie there and enjoy it.

He's not a big fan of PDAs, but practically suction cups himself to you behind closed doors or no one else is around. When he discovers cockwarming, he wants it every time you are alone. Practically begging you to just let him put in. Promising he'll behave and let you finish your book when you know in reality he'll start humping you after maybe 5 minutes.

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You caught him watching porn and jerking off once, and he found it incredibly hot. He was a little humiliated but loved the way you teased him about how desperate he was and that he was a naughty boy for not asking first. How you would have helped him and maybe you should touch yourself too. He came in less than 2 minutes after you started teasing. He wants it to happen again but isn't sure how to bring it up. He is genuinely unsure if it was the humiliation or the thought of mutual masturbation that got him off so quickly.

There will probably be a part 2 to this once I think about it more.

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His

Pairing: Winter Soldier x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky broke up a few months ago against your wishes, and you’d been trying to move on. When Bucky sees you flirting with another member of the team, he leaves for the next mission to avoid getting in your way. Unfortunately, the mission goes bad, and Bucky isn’t himself when he comes back. He also has a lot to say…

Author’s Note: I realize that in most of my fics Thor is the other romantic interest/situationship, but you CANT tell me that man wouldn’t flirt up a storm with a beautiful woman any chance he got. Also, this is my first smutty fic so feedback and comments would be much appreciated! This is on the more explicit side, so please read with caution.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions self loathing/guilt (it’s Bucky, kinda normal), choking kink, Possessive!Winter Soldier, flashbacks, hair pulling, fingering, metal arm kink, dominant!winter soldier, probably some more but those are the big ones.

Word Count: 4,850

Breakups are ugly most of the time, and almost always one sided.

You and Bucky had been apart for at least three months. You’d stopped counting, wanting to forget it and focus on anything else. It was easier that way, to ignore the heartbreak and clutter up your life with other things to do.

Unfortunately, you still lived in the same tower on the same floor, right across from one another. He was constantly around, and no mattered how hard you tried, you just couldn’t avoid him.

It was hell.

And it was only hell because Bucky hardly gave you a good reason for the break up. Sure, you had your arguments. Mostly about his past and how much better he thought you deserved, to which you’d list all the reasons he was wrong. In reality, those weren’t really arguments. It was just Bucky having a low point, which you were more than willing to help him work through. Outside of those moments, you had felt that your relationship with Bucky was near perfect.

So when he had come back from a mission and broke up with you, his only reason being ‘I can’t be with you,’ it’d been a slap to the face. Like someone had shoved a knife in your heart and twisted.

The worst part was that he wouldn’t even allow you the chance to talk to him afterwards. Every time you were in the same room together alone, he’d find every reason not to speak with you.

So, you’d taken the hint and were now trying to figure out a way to move on.

That was made a little easier when a certain God of Thunder made his interest known to you. Thor was sweet, charming, and a little goofy. Not to mention handsome, with his blonde hair and sky blue eyes.

He’d made an effort to woo you not long after you’d parted from Bucky, and you’d informed him that the breakup was hard for you and that you couldn’t really do something new right now. Thor had been surprisingly understanding, and even took to just being friends quite well. Granted, he was still flirty, but he knew where you both stood and was always happy to lend an ear when you needed one.

He turned out to be just the friend you needed.

From the outside looking in, none of the others thought it was ‘just friends,’ especially when Thor would openly show his interest in you. Especially to a certain Super Soldier.

Bucky was painfully aware of what was going on between you and Thor even though he desperately tried not to be.

His super hearing picked up on the soft laughter you and the god would share, on the hushed whispers you’d exchange late over a mug of coffee when you thought everyone was asleep. His every fiber was attuned to you, and he couldn’t help but fixate on your presence.

You were like gravity to him, and he always found himself near you when he knew he should be as far as humanly possible. He saw the little looks you shared when Thor would compliment you, noticed your shy smile when the god would enter the room. He could tell that Thor was winning you over slowly but surely.

He couldn’t fucking stand it.

So it wasn’t a big surprise when he shipped off on the next mission possible.

You worried, your heart still set on loving him, but you tried to pay it little mind. And after a few days, it actually helped. You felt better, found yourself smiling more. You were beginning to move forward.

That was, until the jet was reported missing. Then Bucky was all anyone could talk about in the tower.

Thor tried his best to keep you in the dark about most of what was going on, and it wasn’t hard seeing as you were just a rather good strategist and not a serious Avenger. You were only really included in skimming over preplanned attacks and making sure they hadn’t missed anything critical.

But word still spread, and worry was ever present.

Needless to say, it was very strange when Mr. Stark called you into a private meeting with himself and two other of the elite team.

“Y/N,” He spoke softly in the kind of tone that lets you know that whatever he says next is going to ruin your whole week. “There’s a situation with Barnes.”

You frowned, eyebrows scrunching at him from where you sat at the rather empty end of the long black table. “I’m confused. Bucky and I broke up months ago. Why are you talking to me about it?”

Steve, who you’d befriended while dating his best pal, looked at you with poorly concealed pity from his seat next to Stark. “Because we know he still means a lot to you and that you’re our best hope in this situation.”

That didn’t make you feel better about whatever was going on at all. “What do you mean ‘this situation?’” You eyed them both, before dragging your eyes over to Doctor Banner who hadn’t done much more than stare at you with a concerned expression bordering on panic.

Stark pressed his fingers to his forehead, “Barnes got triggered on his mission and has infiltrated the tower. We have reason to believe he’s after you.”

You gaped at him. That didn’t make any sense. You weren’t important, at least not as important as one of The Avengers. “Me? Why me?”

“We’ve silently shut the building down and we’re working on evacuating the floors without anyone freaking out.” Tony went on, ignoring your questions, “He doesn’t know that we’re aware he’s here, and we’re trying to keep it that way.” Tony motioned towards a monitor, and the image of Bucky popped up on the screen.

Only he was in your room, and he was dragging his fingers over the picture of the two of you that was perched on the nightstand. They way his fingers smoothed over the glass, the slight pinch in his brows as if calculating instead of recalling. It was like he’d never seen it before in his life. Like he had no connection to the image of himself.

It was a picture he had taken, his arm extended and a smile on his face with your lips pressed to his cheek. You had meant to take it down and stuff it in the box under your bed with all the other memories you had hid from sight, but it was just too painful. You needed something to hold onto.

You watched through the screen as he moved around your room, taking note of certain things and taking careful precautions to ensure that anything he moved was set right back in place. It was eerie to watch a man who was once so comfortable in your space tread with so much hesitance. Like it was the first time he’d been in the space all over again.

“Y/N.” It was Steve’s gentle timbre that brought your attention away from the screen this time. He tried to smile, though it was clearly forced. “We need you to lure him down towards the lower levels. We have to get him to a room where we can better contain him. If he finds out we know he’s back and not… him, then he could snap.”

“You want to use me as bait? For the Winter Soldier?” You stared at them both with wide eyes, panic blooming in your chest. “This is insane!”

Steve sighed, “Y/N… Bucky told me about the incident that happened in the beginning of your relationship.”

Your attention zeroed in on the blonde’s words, your breath hitching.

“He told me what could’ve happened… and what didn’t.”

You walked down the corridor of the Stark tower office floor heading back towards your desk from a late night research meeting with a few of your coworkers. You had decided to stay later than the others so that you could collect and organize the information you needed for the meeting with Mr. Stark the following morning. It was very late, and you were tired, the heels you wore had begun to irritate the soles of your feet hours before.

You clutched the files you collected in your arms, heels clicking on the glossy floors and echoing into the dimly lit corridor. So dim that you didn't see the silhouette of the man standing just feet from you until it was too late.

You only saw a flash of silver before the door beside you was torn open and you were roughly shoved inside. Cleaning supplies clattered onto the floor, spilling liquids over your feet as you cried out. A hand clamped over your mouth, and your head hit the wall with a thunk.

Stormy blue eyes stared at you, cold and unfeeling. Eyes you had seen just days before smiling at you and filled with life.

Your lips moved to say his name against the cool metal of his hand, but his grip on your face was nearly bruising. You could only stare back in fear and attempt to press your body further from him.

He didn't speak, only stared at you and kicked the door to the closet shut.

Fear was a living thing in your stomach, writhing as his eyes snaked down to your red heels and back up again. His head tilted to the side, as if he was trying to remember something. But his eyes remained cold and unrelentingly empty. His flesh hand came up to press a finger threateningly to his lips.

‘Quiet.’

You weren't stupid enough to scream, not with the way he was looking at you, with how close he was. When he removed his hand, you did exactly as he wanted. Silence hung in the small closet, suffocating you. Would he kill you? What did he want? Why hadn't he killed you already?

The cool metal of his palm slipped further down, wrapping around your throat and pressing against your thundering pulse. Your head pounded along with it, and a foggy feeling settled over your mind.

But your lungs still filled with air, and you remained aware. The pressure of his hand was ever present, but it was light enough not to cause real damage... Almost like he didn't want to hurt you.

His tongue darted out to lick his lips, the movement catching your eyes. His body leaned forward, his nose pressing into your neck and his warm breath hitting your skin. Goosebumps rose in its wake, and that lick of fear heightened again. He was acting so strangely, and the longer it went on the more unsettling it was.

When he pulled away, there was a heat in his eyes that wasn’t there before. A hunger, and… and recognition.

“Hello, Beloved.”

“We know that he didn’t hurt you, and that he displayed… certain feelings towards you.” Steve’s voice brought you out of the memory, dragging you back to the reality at hand.

The one where he wants you to put yourself smack dab in the path of the Winter Soldier.

“You’re serious about this?” You blink up at him, trying to gauge if he was joking or not. Level headed as Steve was, you trusted him with your life. But this? This was terrifying and completely unexpected. Ridiculously dangerous.

“It’s the only nonviolent way we can think of. And we’re almost certain there’s no high risk for you.” Steve tried to give you a reassuring smile, tried to hide the hint of unease that shone in his tense shoulders.

“You’ve all lost your mind.” You laugh, sighing and raising your chin. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Apparently, so had you.

You stared at the metal doors of the elevator, your heart pounding with each toll of the floors passing. This was probably—no, was— the riskiest thing you’d ever done in your life. You trusted Steve and Mr. Stark, but your brain was trained to find the flaws in plans like this. And so many things could go wrong.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” Steve said calmly into your ear, startling you. You’d forgotten they’d given you the earpiece. “I’ll be here the entire time. I’ll guide you through the compound and make sure you stay out of danger.”

You nodded, even though you weren’t sure if they could see you.

“Bucky is leaving your room. We’re going to drop you off in the commons area of your floor. All you have to do is make some noise and then head for the stairwell. Just listen to me, and I’ll get you through this.” Steve sounded so confident in your ear, but it did little to soothe the nerves.

The elevator leveled out, and the doors quietly opened. The large living room opened up before you, unnervingly bright and welcoming despite the danger you knew lurked just down the hall. You stepped out onto the carpet, walking towards the kitchen. Your palms sweat, heart pounding, as you made your way up to the cabinets.

You just had to make some noise. Easy, right?

But your body wouldn’t move.

“Y/N.” Steve’s voice called in your ear again, gently coaxing you from where he watched the cameras. “Make some noise, and then head for the stairs.”

You swallowed, nodding again, and reached with shaky hands towards the cabinet. You grabbed a bowl, and hesitantly set it down on the granite counter. The echoing ‘pok’ of the ceramic felt too loud in your ears, like a gunshot.

“Good, now move quickly. He’s just down the hall headed your way.”

The words sent a chill down your spine… and something else followed. Something you’d never felt before.

You headed towards the stairs, but your feet felt like lead weights. Like you couldn’t move fast enough even though you knew you were going as fast as you could.

But you could hear the faintest scuff of boots coming behind you and the sound sent your heart into a frenzy.

You raced down the stairs, tripping a few times before righting yourself and continuing your decent down towards the lower levels. Your floor was four levels up from ground level, which meant you had six floors in total to descend before you could get to the containment floor.

Six flights of stairs being chased by The Winter Soldier. A superhuman man who was definitely faster than you, and probably wanted to do something terrible to you. Like a wolf hunting a sheep.

Oh God.

The thought only served to spur the panic rising in you. You kicked up your speed when the door slammed behind you, footsteps pounding after you as the dark silhouette of Bucky Barnes rounded the stairs two flights above.

He took the stairs four at a time, his long legs swallowing up the distance between you. The panic clawed its way up your throat in a strangled cry, and the sound just seemed to quicken his pace.

“I’m not fast enough!” You tried to keep your voice even, tried to keep it quiet in the echoing stairwell so that the soldier behind you would hear.

“You’re almost there, Y/N. Just keep up the pace. Two flights left and—“ but he didn’t get to finish his sentence.

You watched in shocked horror as Bucky’s figure leapt over the railing and plummeted towards the ground. He dropped several flights before his arm snapped out and wrapped around the railing. The sound of metal hitting metal rang out around you as the railing dipped under the crushing pressure.

He hauled himself back onto the stairs just before you. Those cold eyes found yours, dark hair framing sharp features, painting him into something primal. Something wild.

That feeling pounded through you again, skittering along your spine and raising the hairs on the back of your neck. You still couldn’t place it, not with him stepping towards you with a look that promised violence.

You heard Steve’s voice ordering something over the earpiece, but it was distant. It became clearer a moment later. “We’ve got a team heading in. Just… just hang in there.”

You swallowed, but your throat had gone dry in the presence of the assassin before you. His eyes held you in place as his towering form finally stopped a stair below you, leveling with you face to face. So close you could count the stitches in the Kevlar of his suit.

You felt your body shaking, heard your heart thundering in your ears as your chest rose and fell with each short breath you managed to drag into your lungs.

And he watched every move you made.

His head titled to the side exactly like it’d done the first time you’d been trapped with him. His gaze never left you, eyes wandering over your face and heaving chest before that faint look of recognition settled into those hollow eyes.

And then that heat you’d seen before consumed them.

He stepped forward, and you answered with a step back. For each one he took, you pedaled backwards until your body was plastered against the wall. When you tried to flee back up the stairs, his metal hand planted itself against the wall inches from your head.

You were utterly trapped.

Rough Russian left his lips in the softest whisper. The sound was the same as you’d heart him say before, though you didn’t understand it.

Not until now, as the earpiece Steve had given you translated his words as he spoke them.

“Hello again, Beloved.”

Those blue eyes bored into yours, as his other hand came up to brush your cheek with a gentleness you didn’t think he was capable of.

“He’s kept me from you for so long.” Bucky’s body leaned forward, caging you against the wall. His metal hand remained pressed against the wall beside you, and the other dragged across the skin of your neck and shoulder in an almost reverent manner.

Bucky’s— no, this wasn’t Bucky. This was the part of Bucky he kept farthest from you. This was a man known for cruel, unimaginable violence. An assassin known by reputation around the world by both hero and criminal alike and feared by all. This was the Winter Soldier.

Winter’s lips brushed your jaw, stubble tickling the column of your throat as his voice rumbled against your skin. “Kept you to himself. Never let me touch you. Worried I’d damage you, Beloved. Couldn’t see you needed me.”

His teeth nipped at your skin, and a shiver rolled down your spine in answer. That feeling tugged at your mind again, spurred by his words. But still, you couldn’t place it. Not with your mind consumed by his statements and barely contained yearning.

When his head lifted to find your eyes again, the fingers of his right hand tangled themselves in your hair and pulled hard enough to have your scalp stinging. His next words were guttural and biting, “And then he let you go.”

Winter’s grip loosened a bit, but his hold on your hair remained. “He pushed you away, and then that god tries to take you from me?” His eyes held you, demanding your utter attention as his head shook slowly, “You don’t belong to him.”

Tugging your lip between your teeth, you clenched your eyes shut. God, you wished Bucky would say that to you. Having Winter here saying these words with Bucky’s voice, Bucky’s face. Touching you with familiar hands…

Heat had begun to pool low in your belly.

The words were spoken in English. “Open your eyes.”

There was no room for objection in his voice, so you did as he said. With his jaw was set in an angry line, and those blue eyes boring into your soul, he leaned in closer. “He thinks that being with you is too dangerous, that you aren’t safe with… with us.”

“What?” Your heart hammered in your chest at his words. It was the first real reason as to why Bucky had broken up with you.

Those silvery blue eyes zeroed on your lips as he spoke again. “He thinks we can’t protect you, that I’ll hurt you. That somehow being further from you keeps you safe from what comes with being what we are.” His metal hand left the wall in favor of brushing over your lower lip and trailing the cool tips of his fingers down to the dip of your breasts and back up to the column of your throat. “I’d never hurt you, not the way he has. Not if you didn’t want it.”

“W-what do you mean?” You just knew he was picking up on how your heart beat harder as his fingers trailed over your skin. Or the way you kept shifting on your feet to stave off the heat thrumming in your veins with an all too familiar want blooming and begging for his hands to explore more.

The faintest hint of a smile graced his face as he gave your hair another gentle tug, then loosened his grip once more. “You like this. I’ve seen how you react with him. How you quietly treasure the marks he leaves on your skin even when he feels nothing but guilt.” That metal hand slipped over your throat again and pressed on your neck exactly as he’d done the first time you’d seen Winter. Your head spun at the pressure, but you could breathe easily under the cool press of his palm as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear as he whispered. “I see how badly you wish he’d touch you with this hand,” he squeezed your neck and loosened it quickly, “How badly you want those marks. How badly you need me.”

You had no words. Nothing to say as he wrung out the truth you’d thought was hidden from him— from Bucky.

Bucky was notorious for avoiding any situation that would make him use the metal arm. He would much rather let it hang there, or act as if he didn’t have it at all. That included when the two of you would get intimate. He never dared to bring it anywhere near you no matter how many times you’d reminded him it was fine, that you weren’t afraid of it. He outright refused to allow it to touch your delicate skin, to let such a catalyst for agony so close to something as precious as you.

Winter knew that you’d secretly craved to feel the cold metal in contrast to his warm skin when he held you. He knew that you would always find it more satisfying when Bucky would lose himself and get rough with you when things got heated. How his flesh hand would leave bruises on your thighs or hips to keep you steady as he thrust himself deeper.

Just the thought had you aching, and here was Bucky’s darker half offering you everything you’d ever wanted.

You were losing your fucking mind.

“You’re wrong,” you whispered, but the words were flimsy and meaningless. He knew the truth, but that didn’t mean you had to say it aloud.

His metal fingers dug into your jaw, his grip near bruising as he tilted your head up to level your eyes with his. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Dollface.” His lips were a hairs-width away, his warm breath fanning over your face.

The scent of him was intoxicating, muddling your mind even further with heady leather and metal invading your nose. The hint of that aftershave you’d missed so much since Bucky broke your heart.

Winter was tearing you apart at the seams.

“Please,” you whispered. Please what? You didn’t know. You could hardly think straight. That feeling was so strong, thrumming along with your pulse and the ache for something. Anything.

“Tell me I’m right.” He mumbled against your skin. Soft lips, a vast contrast to his rough demeanor, to the calloused hand that remained tangled in your hair, trailed down your cheek. “Tell me that you want me. Not the pathetic excuse for a god, or him. That you want me.”

His metal hand released your face, drifting over your neck and dragging over the left side of your chest. He circled once, thumbing over your nipple with a knowing look filled with every sinful promise known to man.

And then he went lower and lower…

His fingers caught the waistband of your leggings, the chill of his fingers raised goosebumps across your stomach, only serving to worsen that burning need.

“Doll,” a command and a question wrapped in one word.

All you had to do was admit your darkest most guarded secret. Confess, and he would give you what you wanted most. What Bucky was too afraid to do.

You opened your mouth, the words tumbling out as he gave your hair another tug.

“I want you.”

That smirk grew just a fraction more, his fingers slipping past your waistband and toying with the hem of your panties.

Fuck, did you wish you’d gone commando today.

“Who am I?” He asked, teeth nipping down your neck hard enough to know they’d leave marks. “I want you to say it, Y/N.”

Those fingers slipped further, rolling over your aching clit in a teasing stroke before he pulled them away again.

If he wasn’t a literal assassin, you’d consider strangling him.

“For fucks sake,” you gripped his arm, your voice unfamiliar in your own ears, ragged and broken. “Winter, please.”

He didn’t waste time, deft, cool fingers dipping into your core with confidence. Soothing that aching heat.

Fuck.

His thumb circled slow as he pumped his fingers, his mouth leaving wet kisses along your jaw up to your lips where he paused long enough to catch a glimpse of your face. You knew you looked like an utter mess, but those blue eyes showed nothing but twisted delight. He leaned forward and tugged your bottom lip between his teeth, bitting hard enough to make you groan.

Winter’s answering grunt of approval urged you further towards the edge of oblivion those perfect metal fingers were working you towards.

God you were so close. Each movement, every touch and bruise he left on your skin pushing you closer and closer. Just a bit more, a fraction more and you’d—

His fingers wrenched away, gone in an instant.

Your eyes, closed from the pleasure just moments ago, snapped open just before the doors to the stairway above and below you burst open. Floods of agents filed through the doors, and a gun fired.

The sharp sound echoed in the confined space making you flinch. Winters back pressed you against the wall, a solid shield of muscle keeping you out of harms way.

Then the weight was too heavy. His body crushing you as he slumped toward the floor. You screamed, immediately thinking the worse as your eyes searched his form in a panic.

But you found no blood, thank God.

“He’s fine, Y/N.”

Steve’s hand on your shoulder had you flinching back, head snapping to his suit clad form. “The gun—“

“It’s just a tranq. I promise, Bucky will be fine.” His face was the picture of practiced reassurance.

A horde of agents rushed forward and cuffed Winter’s hands and dragged his unconscious body out of the stairwell and further towards the confinement room. Steve remained with you, his eyes flicking to your neck a few times and checking you over to make sure no serious damage had been done.

When you’d gotten yourself back to your room away from the prying eyes and the relentless questions, the reality of what had happened slammed into you.

You just let the Winter Soldier finger you in a fucking stairwell.

And you liked it.

Plunging your fingers into your hair, you took a shaky breath. What the fuck were you thinking? Had you lost your damn mind? Bucky broke up with you three months ago! You were done; over, moving on. He could remember this, for Christ sake! How would you explain it?

Panic writhed in your stomach, but so did the faint ache of need that reminded you of what had just happened mere minutes ago.

The feeling of his metal hand on your skin, the feeling of those fingers working you perfectly and the pressure of his bruising grip.

And that feeling that you couldn’t place.

But now you had a word for it.

From the thrum of your heart as he chased you down the stairs, the promise of violence and sinful pleasure in his eyes. The roughness of his actions…

It was the thrill.

You liked the chase. You liked how rough he was. The delicious blend of panic and pleasure.

And he’d been interrupted before you got the release you’d craved. That you needed.

Frustration boiled to the forefront of your mind, a dozen different strategies with it.

He’d made you confess your darkest secret only to leave you high and dry.

And damn him if he wasn’t going to finish what he started.

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I'm Never Letting You Go- Spencer Reid Fanfic (Spencer X Reader)

Summary: Spencer has you worried that he won't want your baby and you don't know how to tell him. Warnings: Angst, brief mention of gun shots, yelling over a dangerous situation, fluff Based off of Season 4 Episode 5

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"Woo, he's kicking. a lot today." JJ exclaims chuckling, hand on her every growing belly.

Spencer looks up from his case file before rambling, "In the third trimester, there is about thirty fetal movements per hour. Babies kick to explore movement and strengthen muscle."

JJ just stares at him dumbfounded, before asking, "Have you ever actually felt a baby kick?" She grabs Spencer's hand and places on the side of her belly, his face showing his confusion. JJ nods, as they both can feel the baby kick. "You feel that?"

"Does that freak you out?" Spencer whispers, quickly looking up at JJ then back down to where his hand was still be pressed to her belly.

"No, not at all." Her face, now showing confusion at his question, before looking at him teasingly. "Why does it freak you out?"

"Very much so," Spencer says as he rips his hand away and brings his attention back to his case file, earning a chuckle out of JJ.

You watch quietly, your own hand on your small baby bump. Your boyfriend of a year just said a baby kicking freaks him out. You couldn't wrap your head around the grossed look on his face while he said it. You didn't know if Spencer wanted kids, it somehow never came up and you were still unsure of when to tell him, but after he said that you weren't sure if anytime would be the right time.

Spencer was happy when JJ announced her pregnancy, but after that he wasn't himself when JJ was around. Always watching her curiously, like he was unsure if being himself was okay to do around the growing baby. He eventually became more relaxed and even did some research on babies, always spouting out information when he could, but he still wasn't fully acting like his adorably dorky self.

The pregnancy was a surprise for you and early on in your relationship with Spencer. You haven't officially told anyone in the BAU about your relationship, Spencer worried about getting in trouble and wanting to look professional. You understood what he meant, and it was easier to hide your relationship out in the field so you wouldn't be used against each other if an unsub caught you. It may have been easy to hide from others, but not the team. They easily found out but said nothing about it. It was killing them not to tease Spencer about it though, but they respected your privacy when you asked them not tell Spencer.

You tried to keep this a secret though but that proved challenging, especially when the morning sickness started. JJ had caught you red handed in the bathroom one morning, while Emily and Penelope figured it out after you declined wine after a tough case, which you never did. Soon Morgan, Rossi and Hotch found out, all promising to keep this a secret too from Spencer. They were all worried that you've yet to tell him and you were already showing, but with the case load being heavy, you've yet to spend any real alone time with Spencer especially since your belly started to grow, which was surprisingly fast.

But now you were really unsure about telling Spencer and Emily could see the frustration on your face when you walked out of the conference room.

-----

Spencer watched as JJ fanned herself with a case file as she rubbed her swollen belly with a small smile on his face, before turning around to realize Emily caught him, a smirk on her face as he tried to play it off like he was just looking around.

"You considering it?" She asks, Spencer looking up at her.

He looked at her, eyebrows furrowing. "Considering what?"

"Having baby geniuses one day." She looks confidently at him before it was replaced with a teasing glint in her eyes.

His face turns to one of consideration before the phone rings and he quickly answers it, glad to have a distraction from the question asked of him.

He didn't understand her question nor the sad look on her face after he dodged her question. She quickly got up while he was still on the phone, his eyes following her as she quickly made her way to you before whispering in your ear. You got up quickly, one hand covering your mouth and another your stomach as you ran to the bathroom, Emily hot on your heels.

Where you alright? Where you sick? Did Emily say something to you to make you so upset? What did Emily say anyways and why did she run right to you after asking him such a personal question.

Spencer didn't want to admit to himself that he did want a family, especially with you. It was still so early on in your relationship and your careers that he didn't want to scare you away with talks about wanting a family. So, he did everything he could to deny his interest.

He just didn't want to lose you.

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You were avoiding Spencer as the case went on. You knew it wasn't right or healthy but after seeing him showing disgust and zero interest babies, you just didn't know how to approach him. You were being dumb, and Rossi did let you know that.

"My sweet girl, you are starting to show, just tell the kid. You'll figure out what to do, no matter what he says." Rossi gave your hand a small squeeze. He was always soft with you, thinking of you like a daughter, though sometimes you could go without the hard parenting.

Emily reminded you that you all had them no matter if Spencer wanted to be in the picture or not.

You nodded, trying hard not to think about Spencer not being with you anymore. You loved him too much and you didn't want to lose him.

----

You were running top speeds towards the train, somehow beating Morgan to the train's ladder as you climbed up it, making your way to the top before taking off again as you made your way from one car to the next. Morgan was trying to catch up with you, yelling at you to be careful as he let the team know via his head set about what you were doing.

Spencer was worried, he knew you were upset with him, though he couldn't figure out why, but he didn't want you getting hurt, it would be something else you'd have to worry about with whatever he may have done.

"Hotch get her quick, she's too close for my liking!" Morgan yelled out.

"Oh my god, Morgan catch her!" Rossi screamed a second later, Spencer's heart stopped beating for a second waiting for news on if you were alright. Gun shots rang out and Spencer rubbed his hands over his face.

"All clear, we're safe." Morgan's voice rang out a few moments later.

Within the next half hour, he saw you make your way through the double doors, a frustrated look on your face while Morgan, Hotch and Rossi followed behind you, clearly upset and lecturing you.

Spencer ran over to make sure you were okay, but Morgan cut him off, stopping you in your tracks. "You're pregnant and you need to start looking out for the baby not just you." His voice was hard and loud, before continuing, his voice shaky. "If I wasn't there, you and your baby could have been hurt, or worse killed."

Spencer's feet had already stopped and he could feel his jaw slack and opened at Morgan's words. Your eyes grew wide as you saw him standing behind Morgan stunned.

"Oh Spencer..." You whispered before he took off running. You ran behind him, ripping your vest off as it constricted your belly.

You headed out into the night, the warm air slapping you as you came out of the cool building. "Spencer! Wait!" You yelled out, your legs still shaky from almost falling off the ladder of the caboose train before Morgan caught you.

Spencer suddenly stopped, almost causing you to run into him before he suddenly turned around and looking at you through tear filled eyes. His body shook and he went to point at you before bringing his hand down to his side. "Your pregnant?" His voice was barely a whisper but still strong.

All you could do was nod.

"How long have you known?"

You gulped, your eyes barely reaching his. "I'm a little over four months along."

"You've known for that long and you haven't told me?" He was furious now, tears streaming down his face as he stared at you.

You shook your head, tears starting to fall. "I didn't know how to tell you. You haven't shown any interest in wanting kids." The next part, you whispered, not wanting to think about the look he gave to JJ's moving belly. "You said it freaked you out."

He looked at you confused before his face softened as he looked at your broken face, tears falling down your face as you stared at the ground. He took a step forward before wrapping you in his arms. "Baby, no. I-I just said that and acted weird because I didn't want to scare you away with talks about wanting a family." You sobbed into his chest at that part, your short arms circling him. "I want nothing more than to be with you, start a life with you and have little geniuses running around." He chuckled, using what Emily had used to talk about his babies. Now he realized what she was hinting at.

You were pregnant. He was upset with you for hiding it, but he couldn't blame you for not knowing how to tell him, especially with how he acted. He stroked the back of your head, planting little kisses in your hair. "Are you sure you want to be a dad right now?"

He chuckled at how cute your mumbling in his chest was. He pulled away, putting both hands on the side of your face, forcing you to look at him, his smile wide. "Y/N, I couldn't think of a better time."

A smile crept onto your face, before he brought his lips to yours. "Thank you. I'm sorry I kept it from you." He just shook your head.

"There is nothing to apologize for, except for the amount of stress you put me under tonight going after that unsub." You laughed as you pulled him back into a hug. "Promise me that you'll be safer?"

"I promise." You mumbled, sleepiness starting to get to you.

After a few moments of silence, he pulled away from you, his eyes soft with curiosity. "Um- can I feel?" He looked and nodded down towards your belly.

You giggled at his nervousness as you finished taking off your vest, your hand naturally resting on the small bump that was showing through your tight tank top.

His hands shakily came to your sides as he knelt down before giving your belly a kiss then introduced himself as your baby's daddy, making you laugh aloud. A small movement in your belly stopped you, Spencer and you slowly looking at each other with wide eyes before you jumped up and down shrieking with joy, the team coming out of the station, worried something happened.

They watched as Spencer picked you up, twirling you around both of you laughing and shrieking with excitement at the growing life inside of you. Their smiles growing as they made their way over to the two of you to celebrate.

Spencer twirled you again as you kissed him before pulling back to look into each other's eyes.

I'm never letting you go, you both thought.

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Into the Wonderland: Chapter Two

Chapter Summary: You get to know the pack that helped you, with some interesting revelations. At class the next day, Marcus confronts you again.

Warnings: Marcus is a misogynistic asshole again

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A table set for eight now held nine people – four on one side, three on the other, and two at each head of the table. You, being one of the smaller members of the group, were sat on the side with four chairs. 

“Thank you, again, for your help and for letting me eat with you. I’m Y/N, by the way,” you introduced. You looked around the table as each member of the pack told you their names. The side of the table with four chairs sat Yeosang, you, Wooyoung, and Yunho. Across from you were Mingi, San, and Jongho, with Hongjoong and Seonghwa at the heads of the table.

“So that guy is your classmate, and he thought you were flirting with him just by looking at him?” Yeosang raised his eyebrows as you nodded. “Wow, I couldn’t imagine being that arrogant.”

“I think Mingi knocked him down a peg,” Wooyoung snickered and bumped his shoulder against yours. Mingi turned to his lap, the tips of his ears turning red.

“Hm, I hope so, but he was still aggressive when he left,” you shrugged. “I’ll have to email my professor to let her know what happened.”

“Ooh, what are you in school for?” Seonghwa probed, chin resting on his hand. 

“I’m in bioinformatics,” you grinned. “I want to work at the Research Institute for Infectious Diseases.” A round of impressed “ooo”s rippled across the table. You were bombarded with questions about your major and your career plans, which you were more than happy to ramble on about. You only paused to place your order before delving back into describing your current coding project. 

“Woah, I think my brain would break if I had to do all of that,” Wooyoung whistled. He and Yeosang peeped over your shoulders to look at your code after you opened your laptop. You giggled, closing your incomplete project to show them how a functional code works. You glanced up at movement across the table. Mingi was massaging his bruising knuckles, wincing on the especially tender spots. 

“Mingi, are you okay? Your hand looks like it hurts,” you asked, eyebrows scrunching in concern. Mingi jumped, like he wasn’t expecting you to address him directly.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” he reassured. “What about you, though? You keep picking at your patches.”

“Ah, I don’t really like using blocker patches. I think my skin is sensitive, cus they always start itching after a few hours,” you explained. “But I ran out of the cream I normally use.”

“I have a roll-on scent blocker if you want to take the patches off,” Seonghwa offered. 

“Really? That would be great, thank you!” You stood to go to the restroom, but you were stopped by Yeosang holding your wrist.

“You can just change them here. We are in a private room, after all,” he insisted while pulling you back down to sit. Seonghwa’s blocker was passed down the table, so you figured they weren’t going to let you argue. 

“Honestly, it’s no big deal to change them in the restroom,” you grumbled to yourself and peeled off the irritating patches. You sighed in relief, gently scratching where the adhesive had turned your skin pink. You popped the lid off of the roll-on blocker, pausing when all conversation suddenly stopped. You looked up and were met with five sets of eyes already staring at you. 

“Is… uh, is everything alright?” You faltered. Wooyoung, San, and Jongho appeared just as confused as you. Wooyoung leaned down to sniff at your neck. “Woo! Personal space, please.” You covered your scent glands with your hands.

“I’m so sorry!” Seonghwa snapped out of his daze. “We weren’t trying to make you uncomfortable, it’s just –”

“You smell like pack,” San realized. Your eyes widened, looking to the others for confirmation. Almost everyone nodded, but Hongjoong, Mingi, and Yunho were practically starstruck.

“Are any of you wearing a blocker that can be removed easily?” You twisted the roll-on in your hand nervously. 

“Me, Yunho, and San have on patches. We can take them off, if you want?” Yeosang volunteered. 

“Please.” San and Yeosang peeled off their patches, revealing their scents. You leaned a bit closer to your fellow omega since he was closer to you. 

“I’ll be damned, you really do smell like pack.” You slouched in your chair, arms crossed lazily over your chest. You stared at Yeosang in wonder, and he poked your cheek with a smirk.

“Yunho, you gonna take yours off?” San kicked his foot under the table. Yunho jolted, mouth opening and closing without sound. Hongjoong’s gaze flickered between you, Mingi, and Yunho.

“Y/N, I think the three of us are getting a different scent from you,” the leader chuckled, almost in disbelief.

“What do you mean?” You sat up straight again, hands falling to your lap. Oh god, what if they weren’t pack? Is that even possible? How can you be pack for only some of them? What – 

“Mate,” Mingi sighed happily. Your jaw dropped, but you were interrupted by servers bringing in plates of food. They politely ignored the fact that you, San, and Yeosang weren’t wearing blockers. Hongjoong cleared his throat after the staff members left.

“Alright, everyone put your scent blockers back on. Let’s eat, then we can go back to the dorms to talk about this.” Everyone quickly obeyed, reapplying scent blockers and digging into their meals.

The rest of lunch went by without any other surprises. You chatted with the boys about all of your jobs, hobbies, and other interests. You were surprised to find quite a bit in common with them, from music to TV shows to favorite foods. After paying and bidding your goodbyes to Ji-Won, the nine of you stepped out onto the sidewalk.

“I’m not sure how far your dorms are, but my apartment is a ten minute walk,” you offered. They immediately agreed since going to your apartment meant being surrounded by your scent. You led the way while having a heated debate with Yunho about who would win in a fight between Iron Man and Batman (the obvious answer is Iron Man). You eventually had to stop the debate to unlock your door so everyone could file in. 

“Your apartment is so cute,” Seonghwa complimented. You decorated your space into the perfect mix of sleek, charming, and spooky. San placed your backpack next to the breakfast bar since he had insisted he carry it for you. 

“Make yourselves comfortable!” You plopped onto your plush loveseat. Yeosang and Seonghwa quickly stole the spots on either side of you, leaving the others to sit on the floor (or the bean bag chair in Hongjoong’s case). 

“Right,” Hongjoong started with a clap. “We know that you’re an omega. You know that Yeosang and San are an omega and a beta, respectively. I think the next step is introducing you to the rest of our scents.”

“Of course, but please go one at a time. I’d like to actually be able to tell whose scent is whose,” you agreed. Since you were already familiar with Yeosang and San, they were the first to remove their blocker patches. Seonghwa went next, wiping off his blocker with a damp paper towel. 

“Two omegas! I don’t have many omega friends, the people in my classes are mostly alphas and betas.” You perked up and smiled brightly at the elder omega. Wooyoung and then Jongho removed their blockers, allowing you to identify them as betas. You felt your heart swell as more of their scents mixed together and enveloped you in the feeling of pack. You looked to the final three, eager to know their scents.

“You first, Yunho. You and Mingi have more mellow scents than me,” Hongjoong instructed. Yunho nodded and peeled his patches off. You were hit with a gentle mix of lotus flowers and myrrh, a very mild scent for an alpha. Mingi followed suit, his comforting scent reminded you of a campfire on an autumn night. Hongjoong rounded out the group, and he was definitely right, his scent was the strongest out of everyone. You grinned and stared at the three alphas in a daze. 

“I think you guys broke her,” Wooyoung snickered and poked your thigh. You inhaled sharply and shook your head to refocus yourself.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to space out.”

“No need to apologize, sweetheart,” Seonghwa chimed in. He ran his thumb across your knuckles. “I’d be surprised if you didn’t zone out. You’re getting practically slammed by pack and mate scents.”

“Uh, I don’t want to be the buzzkill here, but I’m worried about that classmate of yours,” Jongho interjected. “I don’t want him starting shit during your next lecture.”

“I did email my professor while we were eating. She said she would alert campus security just in case, but she will try to keep Marcus away from me.” 

“Would you be alright with us scenting you?” Mingi gestured to himself and his fellow alphas. Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline.

“It’s not a bad idea,” Hongjoong shrugged. “At least until you’re ready to accept our bond marks.” 

“I don’t mind, if you think it’ll help.” You blushed furiously at the mere thought of the pack alpha sinking his teeth into you. You received nods of approval all around.

“I also want you to wear my necklace,” San announced. 

“Wha– what?”

“Don’t think too hard on it,” Yeosang whispered. “San gets protective over the pack members. He made me and Wooyoung wear his jewelry and clothes the entire time we didn’t have our pack marks.” 

“Fuck it, let’s do it.”

The next morning you met up with the pack’s alphas at a small coffee shop after your 9 am class finished. Yunho handed you a bag containing much more jewelry than you anticipated. Despite your casual clothes, you were now decked out with San’s silver chain, Wooyoung’s star earrings, leather cord bracelets from Seonghwa and Yeosang, and a cute teddy bear pin from Jongho. 

“The others decided they also wanted a way to show you’re taken,” Hongjoong chuckled. “Can I send them a photo?” You nodded and posed so all of the jewelry showed. Your phone instantly blew up with texts from your newly formed group chat. You giggled at the outrageous compliments being thrown your way, but focused yourself after checking the time.

“Okay, okay, I have to leave for my next class soon. Do what you gotta do.” You tucked your phone in your pocket and pulled your hair into a bun so it would be out of the way. Yunho politely scented you, nuzzling his nose into your neck and cheek, pulling away with a quick kiss to your forehead. Mingi and Hongjoong, however, did not have the same self control. They took turns pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck and collarbones, sprinkling tiny nips along your sensitive skin. You felt them smirk into your skin when you squeaked at them licking over your scent glands. Hongjoong pulled you into one final, real kiss by the back of your neck. The three stepped back, admiring the mix of the pack’s scents with your own and smiling in satisfaction at your deep blush.

“I think this should get the message across,” Mingi commented with a shit-eating grin. You glared at him light-heartedly as you fanned your face with your hands. “Seriously, though, if he gives you any kind of trouble, text us.”

“I will,” you promised. You gave them each a hug goodbye before grabbing your backpack and heading to class, pointedly ignoring the odd look you got from the barista. Honestly, you were nervous about seeing Marcus again, especially since you weren’t wearing scent blockers today. You hoped that being absolutely covered in the pack’s scents would get through his thick skull. You were one of the first in the lecture hall, taking your usual seat by the window. Your classmates slowly trickled in as you once again pulled up your code. Your friend Nari, a sweet beta and one of the few girls in your class, took the seat next to you.

“Girl, what are all these scents on you?!” She teased with a poke to your ribs. You snickered and swatted her hand away before quickly recapping everything that happened in the last 24 hours. Nari stared at you, dumbfounded and jaw dropped.

“No fucking way,” she scoffed. “I’m sorry that Marcus tried that with you, but I’m also so happy you found your pack! And your mates!” She squealed that last part and you had to shush her after receiving glares from the people around you. The door opened again, and Marcus sauntered in, his gaze already locking on to you. His expression grew angrier the closer he got to you.

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“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He snapped once he stood in front of your table. 

“Excuse me?” You glared at him, putting venom at the edge of your voice. 

“You told our professor that I attacked you.” He slammed his hands onto the table, making Nari jump beside you. “And now you show up to class covered in other people’s clothes and scents. Let me guess, it’s those guys you hid behind at the restaurant.”

“So what if it is? You don’t tell me what to do, dickhead,” you sneered back at him.

“Y/N, what’s happening?” Nari’s voice trembled and she held tightly to your arm. You patted her hand in reassurance but refused to break eye contact with Marcus.

“You’re a fucking slut, throwing yourself at a whole goddamn pack just to diss me,” he snarled. Nari yelped as you shot out of your seat.

“Get this through your thick fucking skull, Marcus,” you hissed furiously. “I don’t fucking like you. I did not ‘throw myself’ at another pack for something as petty as scorning you. So leave me the fuck alone.”

“You bitch–”

“Mr. Williams, is there an issue here?” Dr. Seong interrupted cooly, one eyebrow arched in question. You sighed in relief. Even if Marcus wouldn’t listen to you, he had too much respect for your professor to defy her. He gaped, mouth opening and closing but unable to form an excuse. “I think it would be best for you to take a seat, one far from Ms. Y/LN.”

“Y-yes ma’am,” Marcus stammered and moved to sit at a table at the opposite corner of the room. Dr. Seong huffed and turned to you.

“I apologize, Ms. Y/LN. I will speak to Mr. Williams after class,” she reassured you. “I must say, it was a bold move showing up scented by your pack. Good work.” You beamed at her compliment and tiny smile. Dr. Seong was an extremely serious and professional woman, so you were elated at the recognition. She nodded before taking her place at the front of the lecture hall. You sat back down and pulled out your phone. It had been buzzing nonstop for the last few minutes. When you suddenly stopped replying, it worried the pack. You quickly filled them in on what happened and assured them that you were alright. They weren’t satisfied until you agreed to come to their dorms after your classes were finished for the day, although it didn’t really take much convincing. You rolled your eyes at their antics, turning your attention to Dr. Seong as she began her lecture.

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FIRST LOVE / LATE SPRING

Black Noir x Reader

⎨ 𝐀𝐍 ⎬ woo angst ! Every time I listen to Mitski I think of him and specifically this song + I Bet On Losing Dogs - though the latter reminds me more of his s3 death. Anyways I hope you enjoy! I love my wife so much omg i would do anything for him one chance please please please please please 🙏

⎨ 𝐂𝐖 ⎬angst , depictions of wounds + burns , no happy ending . set in the payback era . 1.3k words .

A sigh falls from his lips, forehead pressed against your own as his fingers find their way up your arm and to your cheek. His touch is warm against the airconditioned room, his pretty eyes closed to soak up your presence.

He had committed you to memory long ago, every indent and curve found solace in his mind. He was never too far away to retrace you like some sculpture gifted to him by God. He is quiet, the knowledge that you would be in trouble if you were caught with him now, especially like this, weighed on his mind.

His helmet and mask discarded on the desk beside you, allowing himself to be open and honest with you and only you. He is yours, in this dark and empty room, because he can’t be out in the light of cameras and events. But he knows better than to complain about the situation you two have found yourselves in.

“Do you have to go?” Your voice is soft and it draws his eyes open to look at you, to take the sight of you in again and again, drinking you in like a glass of cold water in the scorching hot sun.

He says nothing for a long moment, what could he say? Reassurance is not something he can provide you with, not this time, at least. You look at him - hold him - like he is the greatest thing the world has to offer and it hurts to think you could do better.

You’ll be disappointed in him when he returns. He can feel it in his gut, the weight of his actions he knows he must take. You are the best of him, sprinkled into everything in his life and once he leaves he knows he has to shut you out to complete this. For the rest of Payback, for his superiors, for himself.

He is selfish, he knows.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s not my decision. Trust me, I don’t want to do this at all.” Half truths fall from Earving’s lips, little secrets kept from you that eat him up inside. What is he supposed to say? That he is both dreading and hoping for the day he can take Soldier Boy out?

He’s lying to himself just as much as he lies to you, that with Ben gone everything will be better; that he won’t have to hide and will be able to take a leadership role in Payback - maybe even get that role as Axel Foley that he would’ve killed to play. Some part of him knows, though, that Vought would never let him be anything more than the faceless, voiceless supe. That Ben is only a small fraction of the problem.

But he’ll do it for Gunpowder and the countless bruises and wounds Earving himself has had to hide from you, and he’ll do it for that poor kid that’s cursed with Soldier Boy’s blood.

He can hear the interview down the hall begin to wrap up, and he can tell you can as well by the way you hug him. Tight and worrying, it’s not the first time he’s had to leave for a mission like this, but it feels different. You can feel it in your gut, in your heart that the little white lies he’s been keeping from you are going to boil over, they’ll crawl their way out of whatever hell they’re locked in and grasp at his legs, overtaking him and pulling him down with them.

He knows you feel it, he can feel it too. Earving is not clueless to Voughts practices; and in the very real event of his death he knows they’ll tell you something vastly different than what really happened. That he was a hero, that Noir saved many soldiers and innocents in his effort to stop whatever force overcame them. It’ll be vague, innocent like and he knows you won’t question them to their faces. He knows it won’t help any grief, he knows you’ll know it’ll be another white lie that’s killed him.

“I should go, they’re probably waiting for me.”

“Just a few more minutes…”

“Sweetheart…”

“Come back okay. Don’t - don’t leave me here without you.”

“I’d claw my way out of the deepest pit of hell just to get a chance to kiss you again.”

His words, while sweet, leave a bitter taste in your mouth, even as his lips meet yours. You know in your heart he is not just saying that; that someway that’ll be what he does - claw his way back to you.

And all over again you lose him to the mask and the cameras outside the room, to the cold and unfeeling demeanor he puts on display. Eddie Murphy, Soldier Boy, Black Noir. The cameras shine on them, broadcast them to the homes of billions. The script is sacred, his gloved hand giving a small wave before he walks over to the other members of his team.

Nicaragua. Vietnam. Commies and Capitalists. Farmers and the soldiers sent there to die for the rich. He is not better than those men in their helmets and boots, he is nothing more than a dog in a fight that is not his own.

And there isn’t a call, no man in a suit at the door with papers, no courtesy because you’re not even married. No, the television is the most information you’re given over the weeks he’s gone; and the only way you found out about when he came back. Why would Vought bother to tell you when they could broadcast it?

Payback Returns; Soldier Boy Fallen in Battle and Black Noir in Critical Condition.

The world mourns the loss of their Nazi fighting hero, the man who has been a staple of childhoods for years, someone to be looked up to and admired but you can only cry for Earving; can only push past the security guarding Vought’s medical bay and get yelled at by doctors just to see him.

God, how the scars run up his body. The right side of his face is covered in burns, the top of his head shaved in the area around his stitches and despite his eyes being closed you can see the bulging in one of them.

He is broken, like a small stuffed animal a bad dog had decided to make into a toy. Stuffing falls from his ripped apart limbs, a button eye missing and part of his ear chewed off. He is damaged, but he is still here, and you can stitch him back together good as new. You can love him so hard his other button falls out, hold him till his stitches come undone and he falls apart all over again in your arms.

But he is afraid when his eyes open. He cannot settle back down into the little apartment you both call home and you know this, you can feel it in your heart. He won’t look at you with his good eye when you manage to get him out of that godforsaken mask only to turn around and find it back on.

He is not your Earving anymore. That part of him is left in Nicaragua, in the half of his brain lying on the compound ground cooking in the sun. You were the best of him, now there is nothing left but Black Noir. And you didn’t fall in love with the preformative hero he was now.

So, it’s not surprising when you wake up and he is not next to you in bed, when he is not home at all. At first, some part of you hopes he will come back, but you know that is simply wishful thinking.

Earving is gone, and just like that day you only get to watch Black Noir through the screen. Just like everyone else.

[sanjoongie]

𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒮𝒾𝓍𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃~ 𝒯𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀

The Menu

🖤Pairing: Alien! Jung Wooyoung x Abducted human! Reader (f)

🖤Au: sci fi, alien, Breed au

🖤Trope: s2l

🖤Genre: smut

🖤Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

🖤Warnings: tentacle kink, oral kink, breast play, vaginal penetration, use of toys?, anal penetration, dirty talk, pet names (wooyoung calls you Babe, just like San does, cuz he's a cute little alien that doesn't know any better) hand job, anal (m), mutual masturbation?, rimming, voyeurism

🖤Word Count: 1,263

🖤Summary: Wooyoung kidnaps you from San’s arms to try his new ideas of what the ship could do to you--and him--and the alien is very good at finding loopholes to his captain's orders

🖤 Day Fifteen: Jongho | Masterlist | Day Seventeen: Hongjoong🤍

You were in a predicament. It was enjoyable because the shame of it made your stomach curl with desire, but it was a predicament nonetheless.

“Look at you,” Wooyoung said as he paced around you in the observation room. “Everyone of your holes is stuffed, and you couldn't be happier, huh?”

Your noise of agreement was a bit muffled, due to the smooth, metal tentacle fucking your throat but the message still got acrossed.

“You humans simply amaze me, Babe,” Wooyoung continued to walk circles around you. “Especially yourself. You never seem to be satisfied. Even when the purpose is to be pumped full of semen, you still want more.”

Wooyoung had yet gotten permission to fuck you from Hongjoong. But Hongjoong had not commanded Wooyoung to not experiment on you. And what was the use of his brain, as lead engineer and robotics, if not to change the ship around to his liking and see just how far you'd go for pleasure.

Currently, many cables wrapped around your stomach, arms, and legs binding you in a compromising position. Your arms were behind your back, your legs tied around your bent legs to keep your pussy exposed and the ones around your waist were to hold you aloft. Your head was hanging upside as one tentacle fucked your throat. Two tentacles wrapped around each breast, undulating in a spiral to squeeze your tits. You had a very thick and rigid tentacle in your cunt, occasionally bumping against your cervix. And, of course, one in ass, moving the opposite direction of the one inside your cunt. 

“Of course, everything is self lubricating,” Wooyoung continued to provide you with a running commentary. “I even adjusted some of them to mimic tongues on your nipples.”

You raised your head and watched with avid interest as two ends of the tentacles that were wrapped around your breasts opened up and ‘licked’ your nipples. Your back arched and you moaned past the tentacle fucking your mouth.

“I knew you'd like that,” Wooyoung whispered loudly.He crouched by your head, eyes watching as the tentacle in your mouth moved in and out of your lips. 

If only San could see now! He'd be pleased you were living a hentai fantasy, and he'd also be pleased to be viewing his own. Alas, San was sleeping off his very busy day of guiding aliens on how to fuck you when Wooyoung ordered the ship to literally pick you up from your room and deliver you to himself.

“Look at how the ship satiates your every need,” Wooyoung purred. 

His hands hovered over your body but he did not touch. He would not rebel against a direct command from his captain. But you could feel the heat radiating from them.

You whined, and Wooyoung motioned with his eyes for the tentacle in your mouth to be removed.

“Woo…Wooyoung,” you panted. “What about you?”

Wooyoung tipped his head in consideration. “Hongjoong said I can't have sex with myself, but he never mentioned the ship!”

Wooyoung bent over as if to kiss you in happiness, much like he had seen you do with San, but stopped himself short. He smiled mischievously. “Almost had me there.”

You whined. “You're really not going to touch me?!”

Wooyoung shook his head, making a noise of disagreement. “Nope,” he affirmed with a pop of his lips. “But we can still have some fun, right? Watching each other get off. It's our thing, isn't it?”

With a gleam in his eyes, Wooyoung was suddenly seated in the same bench set up that you had seen him in when he was spying on you and San after Seonghwa had fucked you. “This time, I'm gonna see what my fingers couldn't."

Wooyoung’s legs were spread, much like your own. The shiny metal against his bronze skin was just as great of a view as it had been on Sannie. Only the tentacle that wrapped around Wooyoung’s cock was the same that was licking your nipple. So he was getting squeezed good and the head of his cock licked.

“Oh!” Wooyoung melted, his eyes fluttering shut as the ship took care of him.

“That's not fair,” you muttered under your breath.

Wooyoung’s eyes opened slightly, hooded now with lust. His tongue came out to lick the freckle on his lip. “What's not fair?” He said in a husky voice.

“That the ship is giving you head!” You huffed. “I'm much better.”

Wooyoung’s nails dug into his plush thighs, and his hips started to rock upwards. “I want that. I want you to perform the oral on me so badly. But Hongjoong--!”

“If I could wring that aliens neck, I would,” you grumbled. “He's ruining all the fun. It's called experimentation! You're supposed to fuck around!”

“If I'm good. Maybe… Maybe you and San can show me… What it means… To be with a man and a woman.”

Oh fuck.

You and San would absolutely wreck Wooyoung if that was what the alien wanted. Your pussy throbbed with the thought of Wooyoung sandwiched between you and your boyfriend. 

The tentacles moved you so suddenly, You squealed as it held you aloft over Wooyoung. You both had the perfect views of what the tentacles were doing to each other. 

The other benefit was that your cunt was so drenched with your slick and the ship’s lubricant that it began to drip down on Wooyoung’s… hole that was currently empty. Wooyoung moaned so loudly you thought he had come. 

Instead, a small, delicate tentacle barely the thickness of your pinky began to lap at Wooyoung’s hole. It mixed your wetness and the lubrication around his puckered hole, and then it simply slipped inside.

“Yes, yes, yes, this is what I was missing!” Wooyoung's back bowed as his pleasure intensified.

Your breath caught at the sight of Wooyoung getting pleasured by the ship's ropes. “Come with me, Woo,” you encouraged. 

“Is this something you could do for me?” Wooyoung whined back.

“Oh, the things I'm going to do to you when Hongjoong lets you off your short leash,” you moaned.

“Mmm, yeah?” Wooyoung bit down in his lip now, clearly enjoying himself.

Your whines were starting to come more frequently. You could feel another tentacle licking your clit, only adding to the plethora of sensations the many tentacles were giving you.

“Fuck, Wooyoung, I'm gonna come. Come with me, hmm? Spray your pretty pink cum all over yourself for me, huh? Show me what you can do.”

Wooyoung was quick to come. For other guys, it might have been embarrassing, but for Wooyoung, who didn't know any better, he simply beamed through his orgasm. His smile was adorable as his climax took him. His come spurted over his lower stomach, dotting his lovely skin.

“Good boy,” You couldn't help but say.

And then you were coming as well. It wasn't the first orgasm of the night, so it ripped through you almost painfully so. It had been a long time coming, but it still made your toes curl and your eyelids painted with fireworks. 

“Fuck, Wooyoung,” You cursed.

“That's the plan,” Wooyoung wickedly replied.

“Well it better be soon, or I'm going to have all his crew wrapped around my finger, and he will have no choice,” you sulked.

Jongho pressed himself to the wall outside the observation room. He knew he should have stayed in his pod. Because his cock was twitching in his robes and that was not thinking with the right head now.

What was a little mutiny amongst aliens, huh?

🖤 Day Fifteen: Jongho | Masterlist | Day Seventeen: Hongjoong🤍

[skellseerwriting]

Be My Valentine

James Hook x Thief!Gn!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Content & Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, denial of feelings, lying?, implied and referenced thievery, Hook could be seen as too pushy, getting together, the ending seems a little suggestive but that’s not the intent

Summary: It’s Valentines Day and James Hook keeps trying to win you over, but you refuse to be wooed

“What do you say?” Hook mused, the red petals tipping downwards. “Will you be mine?”

You looked at the bouquet in shock. Well, it shouldn’t have been a surprise honestly. Ever since you stole his jewelry right off of his body at the beginning of the school year, he had been obsessed with you. Frequently he made attempts to convince you to date him or go out with him, and you’d think after months and months of turning him down he’d finally back down but no; he was annoyingly, irritably, completely smitten with you.

You sighed as Hook looked at you with eager eyes. They had a light of mischievous hope that never seemed to dim. Giving him an air of indifference, your gaze wandered. “Never in a million years.”

He simply made a little smirk and corrected his posture. Like it was just a minor inconvenience. A setback.

“These are some of the finest lycoris flowers imported across the country.” Hook explained in that suave voice that never got upset at you. “I picked them out especially for you.” He took a step closer that you might be able to grab them. “Only for you.”

The heart in his voice was undeniable, but you didn’t want to accept; let alone in front of all these people in the courtyard. Tilting your chin up, you looked down your nose at him when you spoke monotonously.

“Hope you have the receipt.” You told him before turning around to walk away. There wasn’t a point in sticking around longer just to disappoint him all the same. You may not have liked this little game he was playing with you -no matter how much it secretly entertained you- but you didn’t want to lead him on. “And besides,” you took a small pause to give him one last glance. “Red’s not my color anyways.”

Hook was agape as you left him; not missing the way something glinted in your hand and spun around before sheathing itself in a hidden spot within your clothes.

Like some scene from a cartoon, while he stood there in shock, a diagonal line seemed to magically appear in the middle of the group of flowers, they comically slid off, and fell to the ground.

Regaining his composure, Hook smiled at the decapitated flowers. He was determined to get you to fall for him on this romantic holiday.

And he had all day.

You raised your eyebrow. “Again?”

Standing in the room doorway, Hook

presented the giant red heart to you like an offering. It was simply and shiny, with no ornament, but the quality of the container looked expensive. You pretended to sate your curiosity by sating his own and pulling the lid off.

It was filled with delectable chocolates. You immediately put the lid back on.

“Do you not like them?” Hook asked genuinely. He always seemed eager to please you. Maybe that was why you kept rejecting him.

Pulling no punches, you looked him dead in the eye and said you were allergic to them. The color drained out of his face as if the blood had been sucked out of his toes.

“I can get some different ones-“ he tried to put his charismatic mask back on, but it was still slipping.

“Don’t bother, I don’t really like chocolate anyways.” You told him, shutting the door in his pretty face and walking to your seat. When nothing indicated him trying to open the door again or enter the room, you slipped something out of your desk and secretly admired it.

Red petals twirled around your fingers. The little spindles reminisced spiders, and you found it oddly comforting. You’re not sure why you kept it. Perhaps you thought it was pretty. Really though, you just hated the waste.

That was definitely it.

That was why your heart beat quicker when you looked at it.

“You never give up do you?” You said, unamused. There was just the slightest tinge of annoyance in your tone. It was to conceal your impressment.

“Not until I’ve stolen that pretty heart of yours.” He flirted. Rolling your eyes, you slammed your notebook shut and started to gather up your stuff. Hook didn’t move from his spot in front of your desk, and he seemed to draw quite an audience from the other people in the class.

When he pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket, you quickened your attempts to grab your things and leave the room. Once he started reading though, you froze.

“You take my breath away like the embrace of death, though I’ve never known your touch.” A couple of girls sighed romantically, and you kept your head down, nose near your knees. “And it must be true when they say you’re a thief, because you’ve managed to steal my heart.” You tilted your head slightly. Just enough to peer over the edge of your desk and see the note in his hands. Ink bled through the backside and it didn’t match the put-togetherness of the previous gifts. It looked rushed. “Even though I’m a man of many needs, there’s one need I find true.” You slowly inhaled. “And that is to have you by my side. That one thing I need is you.”

Everyone started clapping. A couple girls cried happy tears. An aura of confidence wafted off of Hook like his expensive perfume.

You stood up abruptly with your bag and bursted out of the room in a record-breaking speed. If he called out to you, you refused to let your ears hear it.

There’s was nothing he could say, no argument he could make, that would convince you to stay in that room another second and accept his confession.

Nothing.

Chewing some chocolate in your mouth, you savored the rich, complex taste as it melted and coated your tongue. The flavor helped keep down the emotions that perpetually wanted to make rent in your eyes. He was such an annoyance. He was such an idiot. He was-

Endearing. Charming. Enchanting.

You hated that he made you feel this way. And it was for that reason exactly that you were hidden away in a little arched nook in the castle-like academy wall. Anyone walking past could see you, but other than that, no one would spot you down the corridor.

But of course fate just had to hate you today. You recognized the footsteps that ever-slowly came nearer. You knew the sounds of those boots. You heard the faint, nearly unnoticeable sound of necklace chains clinking together. Digging your fingernails into your palms, you curled in on yourself and tried to make your body as small as possible.

The footsteps stopped.

You didn’t dare to raise your head.

Soft breathing could be heard in front of you.

“I’m sorry.” A deep voice uttered. It was soft. Softer than you had ever heard it before. “I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry.”

You heard something crack from within you. You raised your head.

“Don’t know what you did?” It was so angry the way you said it. You wanted it to be angry. Wanted him to know you were angry. He flinched and took a step back. Taking opportunity, you pushed out of the nook in the wall and tried to run away. He grabbed your wrist.

“Let me go.” You demanded, feeling the heat in your face threaten to make a mess of your emotions. He let go. You were actually surprised.

“Please don’t go.” He contradicted his action with his words. “Please.”

You grit your teeth. Your hands clenched at your sides. There didn’t feel like any option. There was only one thing you found you could do. As much as you hated it, it was the only way to get out of this with your heart intact.

Slowly, steadily, you walked down the hallway, away from him. Away from Hook and his gentle hand and gentle voice. It hurt your heart and crawled inside it only to rip it open. It stung so much. It stung so much when he asked you to stay.

So why did him letting you walk away sting even more?

The small piece of paper crumpled between your fingers. You stopped reading it some time ago; the words long since burned into your brain.

Retiring to your dorm, you were laying lifelessly on your bed. Nothing disturbed your peace; and you oh-so-desperately needed your peace. The silence coated the air and carried just the faintest whiff of something floral. Barely lifting your head, you set your dead eyes on your nightstand. A red object lay tantalizingly and promised sugary sweetness.

A knock on the door disrupted your fantasy.

Groaning, you lifted your corpse off of the mattress and trudged to answer it; already feeling a headache coming on. When you opened it, you resisted the urge to shut it back closed.

“What do-“ Your annoyance was clear, but stuttered when you saw his face. “-you want?” You finished more gently. Hook was sheepish; hunching slightly and angled towards you. He was holding something. A necklace.

You recognized it.

It was the same necklace you stole from him on that first week of school. The silver luster of the chain had immediately caught your eye, so you nicked it. Unfortunately, Merlin caught you and forced you to return it to him.

And here he was, seemingly offering it to you.

“I-“ he winced. All his charisma had disappeared. Was it because of you? “I wanted to see how you were doing, and… offer this as a peace offering…” he brought the necklace forward as he said it. You wanted to raise an eyebrow. Scoff, maybe. But, all your emotional energy to even care was totally, completely drained.

“And what makes you think I want it?”

He looked astonished, and stared at the piece of jewelry. “I- you- you stole this when we first met. I’ve held onto it ever since but I thought you still… I thought you still wanted…”

“Well you were wrong.” You tried not to flinch at the way he reacted to how you said it. His arm lowered.

“I don’t like to be wrong.” He murmured to himself. You felt an eye twitch.

“Yeah well you’re wrong about a lot of things.”

“Like what?” It was an innocent question. A curious question. A question that made the subtle rage bubble up inside your chest. He could be so arrogant sometimes. He had no clue.

“You do all these things out in public in front of everyone and you get me things you don’t even know I’ll like because you have no idea what I like and no matter how old it gets I can’t bring myself to hate you!” It all finally bursted out of you in a single breath; leaving you panting. Anger was flush on your face. Something else was on his too; like if after the initial shock of your words, he was finally absorbing them.

“What do you like?” He asked, as if that would somehow amend this.

“It’s too late for that.”

He looked past your shoulder and into your room. “Well, if that’s true,” he spoke slowly, almost like he was trying not to scare you. “Then why did you reject my gifts?”

You turned to see where he was looking, and the blood left your face. He saw the nightstand. He saw the flower head and the box of chocolates. Looking down at your hand, you saw the crumpled piece of paper you forgot you were still holding. He saw that too.

You were a skilled thief, but even you couldn’t get away with it once someone saw the things you stole. But that wasn’t the matter right now. You felt lost. Broken. Had this been all your fault? Were you the reason he couldn’t get to you? The reason he was able to worm into your heart despite your apprehensions?

Had you hurt him?

“Are you okay?” He spoke.

You wanted to laugh, but you didn’t have the energy.

“I think I should be asking you that question.” you stated lightly, getting distracted by the door frame.

“I’m fine.” He said softly. “I just- I’m trying to wrap my head around this.”

“You don’t have to.”

He bore his eyes into yours, blinking a few times. “But I want to.”

“Why?” You let the snap slip through. He didn’t flinch this time. Somehow, he knew that you were just injured; lashing out in pain. He didn’t hold it against you. Instead, he leaned into the doorframe, closer to you.

“Because I like you.”

Why did that surprise you? And more importantly, why did it make your heart beat faster? Why did it… give you hope?

“I- I like…” you weren’t sure why you were saying it. You didn’t know how it was coming out so easily. It was absolutely crazy. “I like you too.”

He smiled. He smiled and it made you so happy to see him smile. It added on to that hope that maybe, just maybe, things could turn out okay. But did you deserve it?

As Hook placed the necklace in your empty hand, you decided you didn’t care. You were selfish, but so was he. So perhaps you could be selfish together.

“I like that idea.” He said. Apparently you said that out loud.

Shaking off your apprehensions, you closed your hand over his. Boldly, bravely, he slowly brought his mouth close to yours in an open question to kiss you.

Faster than he could blink, you pulled him into your dorm room and pushed his back against the wall.

“Didn’t you learn anything?” You chuckled, eyeing his lips as you leaned in close. Hook looked down at your hand on his chest and smiled.

“No.” He told you in a teasing manner, closing the distance slightly. “Care to remind me?”

You pointedly closed the door without moving from your spot. With a threatening whisper that was full of promises, you reminded him in a hushed voice.

“I don’t like it when you do these things publicly.”

Hearts palpitated in his eyes, and the only thing keeping him from kissing you was you kissing him first.

It was everything you ever dreamed it could be (and you totally didn't dream about it). Hook was such a flirt, and his experience showed when he returned your affection. And yet, you were the only one to hold his other affection; his feelings. His heart. It was a privilege no one but you had, and that made you happier more than anything else.

Pulling away, he gave you a loving smirk. There was a question on the tip of his tongue. Before he had the opportunity to ask it, you interjected by telling him you still had classes you needed to attend that day.

“Relax.” He said, grazing his knuckles along your collarbone. To your shock, you realized a necklace was there. He slipped it on at some point during your altercation. Guess he was giving you a run for your money. “I was going to ask you something simple.”

“Oh yeah?” You hummed. “What is it?”

Brushing his thumb against the spine of your neck, he asked you his ridiculous question with heightened amusement.

“Will you be my Valentine?”

You rolled your eyes in good nature. “Shut up.”

“Make me.” He challenged, leaning into your face again and sharing your breath.

“I would, but I have a feeling it would make you even more obnoxiously noisy.” You teased. Scoffing, he brought your lips close to touching.

“Says who?” He murmured, lulling into a trance at your proximity; completely under your spell.

“Says me, your Valentine.”

He smiled. Or rather, you felt his smile. For once, everything was right in the world, down to the little detail of having this man in your arms. Down to the little things he did to show you how much he liked you; even if he did do them in a way that was impossibly irritating. Hook was such an annoying idiot.

But he was your idiot.

Taglist: For James Hook

@lesbpotmurdocklokistan @little-teacupss @mushroomdemon9 @leoisbabygirl

@brokenmilkcrates @eretsupremacy89 @1-queenofpotatoes-1 @elltheawkward

@sessa23 @yokolesbianism @come-as-you-are-111

[altxrrmelancholy]

The me of Yesterday, The me of Today, The me of Tomorrow - Jwy and Cs

Tags: poly relationship, woosan x reader, body insecurities, Wooyoung is just being annoying for no reason, crying, San is very sweet, suggestive, a bit of angst, hurt/comfort.

Note: This is for a friend (and anyone struggling with this) on here who told me about her insecurities about having smaller boobs than her sister's firmer and larger ones, and getting made fun of because of it. This is for y'all, wherever you are 🩷 (this was requested by her, I'm not spilling any secrets so dw)

If you can guess which song the title is from then you're a real one.

•••

Wooyoung couldn't have asked for a better night. He was with the two people he loved so much, lounging on San's bed. They couldn't find any other day to be together, as their schedules have become packed these days, forcing them to meet at night instead. He was happy that, despite annoying his lovers constantly, they agreed to meet in yours and San's apartment, with him still living in his frat house. Safe to say that he was content, laying on San's stomach on his bed with his eyes closed, as the man doom-scrolled on TikTok. He loved this so much.

"So you guys think I could pull off implants?"

Until an annoying grating voice spewing nonsense sounded from the corner of the room. "What the fuck are you on about this time."

Wooyoung looked in your direction to find you topless, cupping your boobs while facing the mirror. You turned yourself in different angles, looking for... who the fuck knows before frowning. Wooyoung would have said something pervy already about him not having his mouth on your chest when you're topless, but a slap on his cheek stops him in his tracks. "Hey!"

"Woo." He looked up to see his boyfriend look at him disapprovingly before narrowing his eyes. "Baby what's wrong." His attention turns to you, still dejectedly staring at your boobs.

"She does this all the time, San. Are you looking for attention? Is that what you want? Is me sucking your boobs not enough?"

"Woo stop." San's voice raises a little startling both you and Woo. "I swear if you say anything else, you're not spending the night here. I mean it."

Wooyoung scoffs and shifts away from San, making himself comfortable on a pillow. "Fine then. Whatever."

You look at both of them bickering silently. You knew what Woo meant when he said what he said. But that didn't make you any less dejected. Sure, your boobs filled your hands as you cupped them. But you had small hands. San's and Woo's however were bigger than yours and couldn't fully cup them. In the middle of intimate sessions, you would sometimes feel embarrassed when either of them kissed all over your chest, wishing that your breasts were bigger, so they could squeeze and prod them however.

"Y/n. I know what you're thinking, stop." You look towards San enchanted by his sweet soft voice. His eyes however told a different story. He waved you over to sit next to him. You bent down to pick up your top when you heard San exclaim.

"Aht! Leave your clothes. Come as you are."

You hesitated a bit before walking over to San, slowly but surely. Woo was still turned away from the both of you but you could see his eyes were still open, listening in.

San dragged you by your arms towards him and sat you on his thighs facing him. He allowed you to take the duvet that Woo was using, to cover yourself up. You then settled, your eyes spelling sadness as you waited for San to speak.

San couldn't really understand why you made comments like these all the time. In his eyes, you were perfect. You were strong, independent and could easily rely on yourself. Both him and Woo were proud of you. They loved you so much, and to see you dejected over something like this was obviously making them sad too, especially since they loved your boobs. Woo couldn't really say it as it is, but he's sure he feels horrible too. He wanted to somehow make you know that it doesn't really matter what size your boobs are, but this isn't the first time something like this has ever happened. After all, you can't really see the love others have for you if you don't love yourself.

"Y/n." You looked up at your boyfriend's kind eyes. "Did anyone say anything to you?"

You shifted a little, eyes slightly furrowed. "What? No. What do you mean?"

"Because you couldn't have started feeling like this out of nowhere, especially after we reassured you last time." He swept some hair away from your face, behind your ear.

You looked down. Why do you keep worrying your boyfriends? Why couldn't you just be perfect enough for them?

"Love, look at me." He lifted your chin to look up at him. "Hhmm? Tell me."

You felt your eyes start filling up. Your boyfriend had changed his tone and was speaking way softer, realizing that this was not a time to repremand or scold you. "It's just... O-on the internet, this pretty girl with bigger boobs... And all the men were saying that... that she was ideal. And th-that, they were attracted to her and I just wanted to feel the way she felt." You were crying at this point. Wooyoung wanted so badly to turn around and say something but hw knew whatever he would say was the wrong thing. That's why San was there. That's why there were three of you.

San understood now a bit clearer. He glanced at his boyfriend to check on him and then to you. He wipes the tears away, like he always has. Like he always will.

"Do you want other men's attention?"

This made you look up. "Huh?" The softest he has ever heard.

"Do you want other men to see you as an object? Do you want to only be known because of your boobs, and not the other amazing qualities that you have? Do you want to spend the rest of your life sad, because a part of your body pisses you off because of other people's opinions?"

It was often hard for you to fully process words like this, especially in a puddle of your own self hatred. You often worry they would leave you especially Wooyoung, who is surrounded by younger girls with bigger boobs than yours. You've seen some of them. How pretty they look. But you understood at that moment what San was trying to put across, and you did not like the sound of seeking male validation. The only validation you needed was your boyfriends'.

"No..." You shook your head after a while. "I don't like the sound of that."

"You see?" San lips stretched as he smiled. "Then what's making you feel like this? I know it's not about some random ugly nobodies."

Wooyoung laughed at that one. San looked at you as if trying to read your mind. He heard what you said earlier about wanting implants. He never really paid attention to such comments as he thought that if he ignored them, you would too. He guesses that it didn't really-

That's it.

"Love? Are you doing this because of us?" He says with revelation. The way you looked down told him what he needed to know. Wooyoung even shifted to his back to look up at both of you. "Love, you know we love you, right? You don't need validation from us to form an opinion on yourself, you know that right?"

"But I just want to look good for both of you San."

"Y/n trust me right now when I say this but you're the sexiest person ever. The way you move, the way you exist... You're so perfect Y/n. So who the hell is telling you that you can't love yourself, huh? Why are you trying to change yourself for us, when the only one who sees a problem with yourself is you?"

The tears weren't stopping, damn it.

"But-"

"Y/n shut the fuck up."

San didn't even say anything. Just one glare at Woo and he was always looking away. San turned your attention from Wooyoung to him. "I love you everyday, I love you all the time. So it baffles me why you do this to yourself." He lowered the duvet from your chest and grabbed your arms. You looked at him like he made you. "I love you." He kissed the top of your left breast. "I love you." He kissed the other. "And I love... you." Then finally your lips.

You felt Wooyoung move behind you after he heard you sob. He too sat on San's legs, hugging you from the back. His head was buried in your neck as he inhaled your scent deeply. If he couldn't offer support verbally, he sure could offer it physically. You sat there as both your boyfriends both hugged you as you sobbed. And you felt so full inside. Sure, San's advice and reassurance didn't just work immediately. He knew this would take you a while to get over. But you also knew that you would overcome these thoughts. And feel good about yourself to love yourself.

"Besides, you can wear certain outfits that people with bigger boobs can't, you know."

"Woo."

"What San I'm right and you know it."

That managed to make you chuckle a bit. I mean, yeah, he was right.

You completely miss the mischievous look that Woo gives San.

"Since Y/n doesn't appreciate herself, what so you say we show her how much we love her?" He says as he grabs your tits from behind, pinching your nipples. You look at his hands on your chest, and begin to get nervous.

San smirks past you. "Woo, that's like the only thing you've said today that has made sense."

Wooyoung bursts out laughing instead of being annoyed as San leans forward to kiss you. He truly couldn't have asked for a better night.

•••

Note: I'm not at all dissing girlies with bigger boobs. The point was that you should learn to be kinder to yourself and love yourself, for there is literally no one that's you. That is all. 🫶

[ghouldtime]

I feel like König can absolutely melt your heart like this in the kitchen while a big pot of stew is simmering. Feel like it would be mid winter, a cozy fire going in the living room, probably a smudge of paint on his face from having just completed the miniature diorama he made of your wedding day or something. I JUST FEEL LIKE HES SECRETLY A HOPELESS ROMANTIC

https://www.facebook.com/share/r/CZRSbWa5D1b2ryCA/?mibextid=uSdriS

(If you don't want to click the link, it's cool. It's like a really slow beautiful old timey princess kind of dance. Lots of twirling and the holding hands behind your back kind of thing?)

I'm sorry I'm bursting yet another bubble here 😭 while that's a sweet thought and he has plenty of romantic actions to boot, he's not a hopeless romantic or even close to it.

A hopeless romantic is someone who believes in love conquering all and they have an idealistic view of it. They're someone who believes in love, no matter what they've seen or their past. They're someone who holds onto love above all and usually centers their life around it.

He doesn't even come close. Truth be told, he's extremely pessimistic and is near the polar opposite of that 😭

He's seen a lot, experienced a lot, and has never been one to feel that way. After being ruthlessly bullied as a kid for simply existing as himself and seeing his comrades torn into meat confetti for stepping one foot too far, he's doesn't exactly have a pearly world view. He doesn't think about love first, or second, or even third, fourth, or fifth. Love wasn't a focus for him or an interest - it wasn't a necessity in that department, he's been without romantic love most of his life, why would he need it then or now?

Love didn't stop bullets from spiraling towards you on the field, love can't conquer all when things like hate, retribution, and vengeance are sung much stronger in his world. Love could motivate but it destroyed many from the inside out. He wasn't going to start believing in love or wanting it just cause.

Sure, he had familial love. He loves his parents and that did wonders in a world that was usually otherwise cruel towards him. But romantic? He wasn't ever particularly interested. To him, it's usually yet another complication in the line of things. And anyone who is nice to him, he's usually suspicious of. He doesn't let people close for a reason.

Quite frankly, he usually thinks others have ulterior motives, especially if they're trying to cozy up to him. All his life, he's pretty much been an outcast. People tended to only be nice when they wanted something. He can count on one hand the few people who have genuinely been nice to him without WANTING something from him, whether that be his perks with his rank or just to have him as a human shield as they charge into battle.

He was the awkward kid, the loner, the one no one talked to in school. He never had a romantic life there. And he went straight to the military which left him no time or room for one - not that he cared for it. It's just not something he cared for or went after because he hadn't really experienced it and it wouldn't do him any good. He's seen how many marriages end and heard of all the troubles.

He was never actively looking for it or thinking of love. He wasn't seeking it because he's seen how miserable people are in and out of it. He's very much "if it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, I'm happy with being me." König is a very independent man, he's fine on his own and is content with himself and where he stands.

I actually wouldn't describe him as any kind of romantic aside from unintentional because it's not a conscious thought! He's not doing it to woo or impress or to be a big gesture, he's just doing it because he likes you and wants to see you happy. What he does isn't born out of romance or desire or the want for either - it's just from the heart. It's an instinct.

He's not thinking of how romantic it would be as he plants your favorite flowers in his garden. He's growing them because he wants to see you happy and wants to put more of what you like in the world. He stocks your favorite drinks and snacks in his house because he wants you over - he wants you happy, comfortable, and enjoying his company. His actions are how he shows how he feels, but he's also not actively doing it because he's enamored with love itself or loving and how it feels. He doesn't care about the idea of love in particular, but he cares about you and what he feels for you.

He isn't making a diorama of the wedding because it's a romantic gesture, he's doing it because it captured how you both felt that day - and how truly beautiful you were in that moment, outshining the stars that danced above that night. He's memorializing his love in every brushstroke and clay flower, making sure to take extra care on the model he built of you. If he could relive any day over and over, it would be that. Sadly, he doesn't have that power, so he'll stick for the photos that captured it and the replicas he could make to truly memorialize it in the physical realm for years to come.

König's love isn't flashy, it isn't showy, it isn't meant to be something grand or fairytale levels of romance. It's simply his. Will he make you a ballgown if you wanted? Absolutely, but he's no prince, nor a king despite his name. Will he dance with you like that if you wanted? Absolutely. But that's not his first thought or a fantasy he really thinks of unless you implement it in his head. He's just him, living in the smaller moments of life. He doesn't need to show off to the world, he doesn't need it to be extravagant or formal, he doesn't need it to be by the books romantic - all of what he does is heartfelt, that's what he knows matters. And it has to be with and for you 💚 that's what matters the most

He's more one for holding you close and slow dancing in the kitchen as the water in the kettle boils, with no rush to be anywhere else. He's not hopelessly romantic, he's not even intentionally romantic, the only thing he's hopelessly in is love 💚

Besides, he's gotta save some moves for the wedding to make it that much more special 👀(he's signing you both up for ballroom dancing the second you express wanting anything like that. He's already picking out the fabric for the dress too)

[lia-linny]

summary: You were pregnant a few months ago. What will your boyfriend say if you stand in front of him again with a positive pregnancy test?

words: 1.5k

genre: fluff, comfort

Shivering, I sat next to the toilet as I felt the all too familiar feeling of morning sickness. What was that all about? I had just been pregnant and yet I was 5 weeks overdue. I had ignored it, blaming it on the previous pregnancy but now worries were slowly creeping up inside me. What if I was pregnant again? I groaned. I didn't really want to go through this unpleasant time again. But it didn't help. Staggering, I got up to go and get a pregnancy test.

~☆~

Positive. I clutched the edge of the sink. Silent, hot tears ran down my cheek. I was simply exhausted and tired. My hormones were going crazy, I'd just had a break down and still had to be quiet because my few-month-old daughter was asleep in the next room.

Shakily, I breathed in and out to calm myself down again. I had to talk to San. We were going to have a second child at some point anyway, so in theory it wasn't so bad. But I didn't want to go through all that shit again. Especially so close together.

I had hated pregnancy. Abysmally. I knew that many women were positively glowing during pregnancy, permanently happy and just looking forward to the birth.

I was the opposite. I was constantly in a bad mood, could hardly move with this huge belly and cried all the time. Depending on my mood, I either needed my boyfriend san's undivided attention (which he was more than happy to give me) or I pushed him completely away and isolated myself. Normally he was always offended if I didn't give him 100% of my attention. But during the pregnancy he hadn't complained once.

But I was so sorry. I knew that this time had been almost as draining for him as it had been for me. But he had never complained. He had always brought me everything I needed, even without me saying anything. He looked after me so well. I loved him and was so grateful for that. I didn't want to be a burden on him for another 9 damn months.

I was also incredibly scared about the birth. I mean hello? I had to push a human being out of my abdomen. The thought was immediately disgusting and painful, just thinking about the agony I had gone through during my last birth made me dread the next one, which obviously wasn't that far away.

I had to tell San. As quickly as possible. I had to talk to him. I just wanted to be in his arms. I quickly texted my boyfriend that me and our daughter Lia would pick him up from work later and he sent back a "Yay I've missed my two girls all day." back.

This was followed by several messages in which he asked how I was, whether I'd had enough to eat or drink. But I didn't have the strength to answer them.

I just sighed and crawled into bed to feel sorry for myself. But all in all, the prospect of a second child wasn't so bad. I'd just like to skip the pregnancy part.

~☆~

I hesitantly entered the KQ building. My daughter pressed against my chest. I sighed. Soon there wouldn't be two of us visiting San at his work. Soon there would be four of us.

Reluctantly, I knocked on the door of the training room and after a moment stepped through the door that separated me from the 8 Ateez members.

When I entered, we were greeted enthusiastically by everyone. Wooyoung came shooting towards me with a grin. He was about to open his mouth (probably to tease me) when Lia reached out from my arm in his direction. It was obvious that she wanted to go to him.

Wooyoung was her favorite uncle. That's why San and I had made him her godfather. Lia idolized Wooyoung and that didn't do his ego any good. He kept teasing us that our daughter would like him much more than us.

Sighing, I handed Lia over to Woo. I knew that she was always in good hands with him. He treated her like a little princess and even if the two of them would cause a lot of trouble in the future, Wooyoung would never let anything happen to her.

San looked at me worriedly. Of course my boyfriend knew that something was bothering me. He saw through my façade. He always did. No matter how well I hid my worries, he always saw that I wasn't well.

He came to me. His hands wrapped around my waist and he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

San was always touchie. As soon as I turned up, his hands were somewhere on me. Whether he took my hand, hugged me or kissed me. But his favorite thing was to hug me. He could spend hours with me cuddled up on the couch and I loved it almost as much as he did.

"I bought you flowers sweetheart... on my lunch break. They're over by my other things." He pulled me a little tighter against him and I felt my heart soar. He was so sweet and thoughtful. I didn't know what I'd done to deserve him. I smiled and pressed a kiss to his hairline.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Can we talk for a minute?" I added and San just nodded. He grabbed my hand and led me into a small side room.

He trusted Wooyoung and the other members enough to leave Lia with them. He didn't leave his little princess unattended with most other people.

Since we had our daughter, his protective instinct had become even greater. In the past, too, he had sometimes shown flashes of jealousy towards me, but since Lia was born, this had risen to another level.

~☆~

I dropped onto the chair in the room. San looked at me worriedly. I ran a hand over my face. I was very sure that I had to look really bad and tired.

I didn't know what to say. How could I tell him that I was pregnant again? How was I supposed to tell him that we had to go through all the drama again?

San gave me all the time I needed. He waited patiently and I knew he would never complain that I was taking too long or anything like that.

But I couldn't find the words. I didn't know what to say. So I pulled the positive test out of my bag. Thank goodness I had put it in my bag earlier. San looked at me in confusion until he saw what I was holding.

"Ohhh baby...." he sighed and rushed forward to wrap me in his arms. Tears streamed down my cheek.

"San, I don't want to be pregnant again. I don't want to put you through so much again. I'm so sorry I'm always so moody."

"Oh sweetheart. It's okay." He gently stroked my head. A small tear rolled down his face too. But not because he was scared, tired or stressed, but because he was happy. He was happy that his family would grow by onother member.

Since the day he met you, he knew that one day he wanted to have a family with you and now the time had come. Now you would have two children, just like you both had always dreamed of.

He didn't usually like to cry in front of others but crying in front of you was natural.

"You don't have to apologize for it. I know you're not well and I'm trying to make it as easy as possible for you. We can do this all together, ok? I promise I'll take care of you, ok baby? I'm also looking forward to our second child. I'm sure we and the members will adore it just as much as Lia."

I sobbed into his T-shirt and San pressed me against his body while he stroked my back reassuringly.

San would do anything to make my life easier and so he would do everything he could to make this pregnancy as easy as possible for me. This thought reassured me. I knew that I could rely on him.

"We can do this together..." san pressed a light kiss to the top of my head and my tears slowly dried up."

Thank you... I love you San" I clung to his muscles and San giggled.

"I love you too baby." I slowly pulled away from him, whereupon San protested and pulled me back into his arms. I laughed and he grinned too, but just kept hugging me.

We both knew it wouldn't be easy but we would make it together.

[thirstydemisexual]

May I have something with Buggy being hopelessly in love with someone that both Crocodile and Mihawk are casually trying to pursue as well? I would love a typical “Two people betting with each other who can seduce someone faster, being so sure that they will sweep them off their feet- “Oh I am really flattered, but actually I’m interested in Buggy” scenario here.

Would love to see Buggy happy-ugly-crying (even uglier than usual) when he finds out because???? He WON!??? AGAINST SIR CROCODILE AND MIHAWK??? While said men are witnessing this weird spectacle from afar, for the most part being good natured about it and not holding a grudge, but also being highly confused because… Buggy? Neither of them even considered Buggy a plausible option for reader insert. Neither of them would have ever looked at each other and even speculated that their rival in this wooing contest might be the damn clown. Eh, can’t win them all. (And maybe they dodged a bullet here because if they choose the clown they must be completly out of their mind)

AHHHHH it's so giving The Grinch x Martha may and I LOVE IT! THAT DYNAMIC IS GOLD, hope you like this, I know it's not really my best work :/ been recovering from a bad fall. But I had fun writing this 🫶

HOPELESS🔪🤡|| Buggy x gn!reader

✦being in the cross guild was the most bizarre thing that happened in your life, sure living in a world where people ate devil’s fruit and gained power was bizarre enough… but working in group with Crocodile, Mihawk and Buggy of all people was so much out of your comfort zone that even the marines were surprised you were involved in the guilt. You were known to be a lone wolf like Mihawk, with no crew and no known attachment to other people, so you grouping up with somebody was a first.

✦in truth it wasn't really that you didn't like working with people, it was more tho that you had troubling understanding people intentions, you were stabbed in the back way too often for you to willingly put yourself in that position

BUT

✦ You really liked Buggy, having had a crush on him for years and you were dead set on pursuing him, what better way to spend time with him than working with him and gaining power and notoriety as well? And Mihawk and Crocodile, were not really your favorite people but you were willing to put up with them, but they were very much pushing the line with how much they abused the poor clown

✦You are considered as one of the most powerful and beautiful people of the seven seas, you were strong and reliable and very loyal it was no wonder to Buggy that Mihawk and Crocodile were dead set on pursuing you. They had been competing with each other for your attention since you all grouped up, and he couldn’t blame them. You are wonderful, and so full of charm, he fell for you long ago but his insecurities got in the way. NO ABSOLUTE WAY A GOD/GODDESS LIKE THEM LIKES SOMEONE LIKE HIM. Especially over THE Mihawk and THE Sir Crocodile. 

✦He felt like he had absolutely no chances

✦ Somehow you were clueless, both to his interest and to the advances of the other two. Which was surprising with how much they were flaunting themselves over you.

✦ It was Valentine's day and Crocodile and Mihawk had had a staring contest all day while showering you with gifts. You had thought they were doing it only in a friendly way, and gladly accepted the lavish gift they proposed you but to them it seemed you reciprocated both of them which didn’t sit right them

✦ Buggy spent all day looking longingly at you, the chocolates he clumsy made for you in an attempt to finally ask you out sitting in his back pocket. He was sure you were going to pick one of the others instead of him.

✦ at the end of the work day Mihawk and Crocodile confront you, Buggy sitting on thebopposite corner of the room with a glass of rum clutched in his hands.

"Will you share a wine bottle with me tonight?" Asks Mihawk

"No, they won't. I arranged for us for the finest restaurant in town" interjects Sir Crocodile

✦ that's when you realize their affection is not really platonic

"Ehm, actually I was thinking of asking Buggy" you reply blushing hard

Buggy chokes on his drink, face turning as red as his nose under the face paint.

You rush to him to pat on his back trying to help him stop the fit of cough that the chocking caused

"Asking me what?" He's very confused because you can't POSSIBLY be meaning what he hopes.

That's when you shyly offer him a paper bag he hadn't noticed you having before.

"Come on, open it"

✦ Under the bright red tissue paper he finds a chocolate box and a beautiful ornate dagger, with blue and red gems embezzled in it

"The gems reminded me of you" you told, a bit unsure. His face had pure shock and rended him in silence, you didn't know if it was a good sign.

✦ after a second his eyes glass over and he asks in an almost whiny tone

"You were thinking of me?" at that you giggle

"Of course silly! Will you be my Valentine?"

At this point Crocodile and Mihawk are just awkwardly standing there 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️... like were they blind? of course those two idiots loved each other

✦ "FUCK YESS!" Buggy basically trows yourself at you and brings you into a soaring kiss. His ego boosting. He envelops you with an arm while he detaches the other end to go to the two standing there while pointing the middle finger

✦ and you can't do anything other than blush and giggle into the kiss because gods he's an idiot, but you love him for it

#NO BETA WE DIE LIKE ACE

[theladyofshalott1989]

Mum’s the Word 🤫 // Modern AU (No Magic) Sebastian Sallow x Male MC Short Story

Chapter 2: "This [story], I like it. Another!"**

[ Chapter One ]

️‍🌈 HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! 🌈

Synopsis: Sebastian and Damien have been together for a few weeks, so the time has (finally) come. Sex with a man for the first time. Sebastian's got this! He's got this, right? ... RIGHT?

Relevant Tags: POV Sebastian Sallow, Modern AU, Bisexual Sebastian Sallow, Crack Treated Seriously, Gay Panic, Smut, First Time, Humor, Banter, Pining, Sebastian Sallow Is Bad at Feelings, Chris Hemsworth Appreciation, Chris Evans Slander

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Male MC (Damien Evans)

Note: This chapter is EXPLICIT‼️

[ AO3 Link ]

Author's Note: Alexa, play "Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy" by Queen.

"So, you and your mum. You're close, hm?" Sebastian said. Whether this question was the right choice at this particular place and time didn't even cross his mind. He was too flustered to think straight. He just needed to stall. To get his bearings. Yes, yes, his bearings. 

Damien stopped rummaging through one of his drawers. He swiveled around to face Sebastian, one eyebrow raised. "You really want to have this conversation right now?"

Okay, that was fair. Sebastian could at the very least admit to himself that he was nervous. Sex with a man for the first time. How novel.

"I was just curious," he replied. Obviously he wouldn't tell Damien he was having second thoughts. Second thoughts? No, that wasn't quite right. He definitely wanted this. He just wasn't quite sure how to begin. 

"Yes, I suppose I am?" Damien said. "Close with her, that is." He dove back into his search with determined focus. "Aha!" he exclaimed, brandishing a container of lube up in the air like it was the Holy Grail. His golden-brown eyes sparkled, and a dazzling smile lit up his face, his single dimple making an appearance. God, Damien really was handsome, wasn't he? It was beyond words. 

Sebastian shook his head and averted his gaze, hoping to conceal the flush creeping across his cheeks. "So, uh, how do you want to go about this?" he asked, noting that Damien had set the lube on his nightstand, uncapped, awaiting the moment it would be needed. 

"What do you mean?" Damien took a step toward him. He was practically vibrating with excitement. Sebastian wasn't sure what to think. Sebastian wasn't sure what to feel. Dammit, he should have been more honest with Damien. Or, at the very least, have done some research! 

Sebastian had always prided himself on being prepared for everything. And yet, in the past few weeks, he'd been floundering like the writers on The Walking Dead trying to conjure up a decent storyline. It wasn't Halloween anymore, but it wasn't quite Christmas either, so his horror film marathon had devolved into shitty television. His new life, in which he was apparently "winging it," had all started with Anne "inviting" him to her Zumba class on their shared birthday: his twin sister's dastardly ploy to introduce Sebastian to the instructor, Damien. It had only spiraled from there.  

Even Sebastian's usual preternatural ability to read a room hadn't come in handy when Damien entered the picture. Despite seeing each other for a few weeks, Damien still remained a frustrating mystery. It wasn't ideal, especially since Sebastian didn't even know how to flirt with a man, let alone a man of Damien's caliber. He was still wrapping his head around the astonishing revelation that he apparently had a certain fondness for men as well as women. Thirty-years-old and still learning new things about himself. Who would have thought?

Now, did Sebastian inform Damien about any of this? Of course not! That would be too embarrassing. So, for all Sebastian knew, Damien thought Sebastian was old hat at this, erm, man-wooing business. Sebastian clearly hadn't thought that through. 

Dammit, this experience was bound to be a disaster, and more than likely a huge disappointment for Damien. Sebastian should have prepared him. Well, too late now.

Sebastian startled back to awareness, realizing he was tracing the intricate pattern of Damien's dark blue duvet, which was laid across his massive four-poster bed in his even more massive house. Which he owned. Because Damien was obnoxiously wealthy.

"Sebastian? Anyone home?" 

"I'm not sure," he said, unknowingly answering both of Damien's questions. He honest-to-God didn't know how two men began lovemaking. He supposed it was probably similar to how a man made love to a woman, but, uh, a woman's parts were decidedly different, and although he very much wanted to lick Damien's rather large nipples, he wasn't sure if that was the best way to start. It wasn't the best way to start, right? No, it probably wasn't. 

Bloody hell, this was going to be a complete and total disaster. God, he was so lame. Damien was going to realize he wasn't worth it and punt Sebastian out of his perfect, pristine life. 

When Damien had texted him last week to invite him over, Sebastian certainly hadn't expected Damien to own his own home, and in Mayfair no less! It made sense after the fact though: when Damien reluctantly admitted he was a solicitor. Zumba instructor by night, solicitor by day. No wonder Sebastian couldn't get a read on Damien. He was as confusing as Chris Pratt switching from Andy Dwyer to Star-Lord overnight. 

Damien laughed. "Been awhile?" Sebastian didn't have a chance to reply before Damien added, "Me too." 

Sebastian wished that gave him a semblance of relief, but it only made his heart race faster. 

"How about we start slowly?" Damien tried, his voice lowering and his tone becoming more honeyed. He leaned forward and lifted Sebastian up from the bed. He brought his hands to Sebastian's head, massaging with his long, nimble fingers. Meanwhile, his lips made contact with Sebastian's. He pecked them, his touch soft and light. Sebastian's shoulders relaxed. "How's that?" Damien asked. "Better?" 

"Mhm," Sebastian said, mirroring Damien by bringing his hands to his towhead and kissing him back. 

Damien ran hot, not just from an aesthetic point of view, but also a literal one. His hands radiated warmth, reminiscent of a mitt after pulling a fresh, steaming loaf of bread from the oven—a sensation Sebastian knew quite well, given his fondness for baking, a pastime he considered one of his more "domestic" hobbies. He hadn't mentioned it to Damien yet, but if they were still together by the end of this… encounter… Sebastian resolved it would be a good start to opening up, and perhaps, remedying what was sure to be a terrible performance. 

"I bake stuff," he'd say, like it was no big deal. "I like to bake. I'll bake you something sometime." Smooth, Sebastian. Yes, yes. Damien would find him irresistible. Who could turn someone down after that revelation? Baked goods could fix absolutely anything. Yes, that would absolutely work. Good thinking, mate. Well done. 

"What are you thinking?" Damien cut in. 

Sebastian froze. "Uh." He blinked. "Erm, nothing." 

Damien's hands navigated to Sebastian's waist. Sebastian's breath hitched. Damien tugged. Sebastian's trousers loosened and fell to the floor. "How about now?"

Fucking. Hell. Sebastian shifted on his feet, the mounting pressure in his pants leaving him at a complete loss for words. The telltale dampness at the tip of his cock only made his stumbling reply more awkward. "Erm, uh, well…"

Damien chuckled and resumed divesting Sebastian of his trousers, followed by his pants. Task complete—Sebastian assisting by lifting his feet up one by one in a daze— Damien tossed everything to the side of the room, lowered Sebastian into a seated position on the edge of his bed, and dropped down.

"Ah!" Sebastian exclaimed as Damien's mouth greeted his cock, which twitched against his will. 

Damien's head popped back up. "No?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Erm, no. I mean, yes! God, yes!" Damien remained stock still. "Just give me a moment?" Sebastian continued in a rush of words.

"Of course." Ever the gentleman, Damien leaned back, resting on his haunches in a crouched position. It gave Sebastian a stunning view of the upper half of his body, still clothed, but the angle strained his white button-down shirt, highlighting every curve. Damien was a bear of a man, rather more muscular than was the norm for a dance instructor—at least Sebastian assumed. He wasn't lean at all. He even had a decent-sized belly, which was spilling out of the gaps in his shirt. Surprising himself entirely, Sebastian found it breathtaking. Quite literally. 

After catching his breath and forcing his overactive brain to shut the fuck up, Sebastian said, "Alright, carry on."

Damien shot him a lopsided grin, the kind that sent a jolt straight to Sebastian's core. His cock somehow hardened further. 

Then, Damien sank back down, his tongue a perfect balance of pressure and precision, moving with a rhythm that unraveled Sebastian inch by agonizing inch.

Up and down, down and up. 

Stop overthinking, Sebastian , he screamed at himself internally. Enjoy this, for God's sake! 

Heat coiled through Sebastian's body, every nerve humming as though Damien's touch had set him ablaze.

As Damien's mouth baptized Sebastian's most precious body part—baptized? What the ever-loving fuck was going on? Did Sebastian really just make a religious metaphor? Something was seriously wrong with him—Damien's capable hands wandered, kneading the backs of Sebastian's thighs.   

"You're so tense," Damien murmured, pulling back just enough to make Sebastian's head spin.

Sebastian stayed silent, partly because he didn't trust himself to form a coherent sentence and partly because all his focus was on not losing complete and utter control right then and there.

"Care to tell me why?" Damien pressed, his tone equal parts teasing and curious.

Damn it.

"I, uh, ah…" Sebastian said, trying and failing to speak. What should he say? He couldn't admit to being new at this. No, absolutely not. 

"You don't have to," Damien said, leaning back once more. "I was just curious." He winked. 

Sebastian had to shut Damien up. Immediately. He leaped from his position on the bed and launched himself forward. Damien let loose a shocked gasp, followed by a deep rumbling laugh as Sebastian grappled at his outfit, tearing his shirt off his body in a frenzy. A button popped loose. Sebastian didn't apologize.

"That's more like it," Damien said as he shimmied out of his trousers. Deed done, he grabbed Sebastian by the shoulders and shoved him onto the bed. 

Damien was naked. Sebastian was naked. They were lying side by side on the bed. Well then. What next? 

Damien answered for him. He crawled over Sebastian, his broad frame sinking down, the weight of him pinning Sebastian to the duvet, making his head spin with desire.

Before Sebastian could process it, their lips met again, but this time Damien was all hunger and urgency. Had he been holding back?

Damien's teeth sank into Sebastian's bottom lip, sharp and possessive.

Oh yes, he'd definitely been holding back. Sebastian found himself grinning. Oh yes, he was enjoying this.

Sebastian snaked his arms around Damien and, mustering all his strength, flipped their positions. 

"Fancy seeing you down here," he teased, deciding it was finally time to do what he had wanted to do from the start. He planted his mouth on Damien's right nipple and attended to it, mercilessly. 

Now it was Damien's turn to cry out. His cock, which Sebastian had earlier noted was perhaps a bit smaller than Sebastian's—not that Sebastian minded, having never pleasured or been pleasured by a man before—pressed against Sebastian's leg, wet and insistent.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Fuck me."

"Gladly," Sebastian replied. 

Wait. He froze. He probably shouldn't have said that.

Damien was, luckily, distracted. He had freed his arms from Sebastian's grip and was reaching for the lube on his nightstand. 

Oh no. Fuck me, indeed. Sebastian was in deep, deep trouble. 

"Do go on," Damien said, holding out the open container in his left palm. 

"Erm, sure." 

Damien's brow furrowed. Sebastian swallowed nervously.

"Did I misinterpret something?" Damien said. 

"Nope, no misinterpretations here!" Sebastian grabbed the lube from Damien's hand. Only for it to slip out of his sweaty hands and plop face down on the bed. 

Bloody perfect. 

Damien scrambled forward, trying to remedy the situation. Alas, it was too far gone. The lube was done for, having splatted out onto the duvet.

Sebastian was struggling to decide how to begin his apology, perhaps even see himself out, proverbial tail tucked between his legs, when Damien surprised him. He brought his hand to Sebastian's mouth, which was hanging open slightly, and silenced him with a casual, "You're rather clumsy, aren't you?" 

There was nothing Sebastian could do but shrug, right hand lifting to rub away at the back of his neck. 

Damien dropped his own hand. "I suppose we don't have to do it that way," he said. "You're new at this, after all."

Sebastian froze. Again. He was doing a lot of that today. "What?" he managed to stammer out. 

"You've never done this before, right? With a man, I mean."

Sebastian's jaw nearly hit the floor. "How did you know?"

"Sebastian… come on."

"No, really. I thought—"

"You thought you were channeling your inner Hollywood heartthrob, didn't you?" Damien's sly smile made Sebastian break out into a cold sweat. He didn't think it was that obvious. Was it really that obvious?

"Uh, no?" 

Damien chuckled. "I'd love to say you're a great actor, but sorry to burst your bubble—you're no Chris Evans."

"Chris Evans can't act!" Sebastian shot back. Oops, that was louder than he intended. 

Damien burst out laughing. "Wow, looks like I really hit a nerve there. You're not a fan, I take it?" 

"He's the worst celebrity Chris."

"I'll be sure to pass that along." 

Sebastian blanched. "Wait… what?"

"He's my cousin."

Sebastian stared at him, incredulous. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I swear on my collection of Captain America comics."

No. Absolutely not. Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, but no words flowed forth. 

"Is this not going to work out?" Damien asked, still laughing.

"You can't just casually say something like that! While we're mid-coitus!"

"Mid-coitus?" Damien said as he gasped for air amid guffaws. "What a word!" 

"You're the solicitor! You use big words all the time!" 

"Not during sex!" 

Oh, right, they had been attempting to have sex. Well, that was clearly off the table now. Sebastian's body had already gone into shutdown mode. His cock was soft and unresponsive. 

"You know, I may be related to Chris Evans, but I've been told I look a bit like the actor who plays Thor. He's a celebrity Chris. Yes, Chris...erm...Hemsworth! That's it!"

Sebastian's mind short-circuited. Just like that, his cock was very much back in business. It had been, well, resurrected. Today was apparently a religious metaphor sort of day. 

"Still with me then?" Damien asked. 

"I am Groot," Sebastian muttered, still processing.

Damien laughed so hard he almost fell off the bed. Well, at least Sebastian was funny, right? Right?

"Wait, no," Sebastian quickly corrected, his face turning red. "I meant… yes, I'm still with you. And you're right. You do. You do look like Chris Hemsworth." If he squinted very hard and imagined Damien with a beard, yes, he could almost see it. 

"Is that… a good thing?"

Sebastian leaned back, running a hand through his wavy hair, trying to steady himself. "Well, he plays a god," he said, "so yeah, I'd say that's a very good thing."

Damien tossed him another stunning smile. There was that marvelous dimple again. "I'm glad." 

"Now prove it to me, with that hammer of yours," Sebastian said, smirking. "You know, the one that's between your legs," he added, just in case. 

"I got the gist. Solicitor, remember?" 

"Right." 

Damien's eyes widened. "I just remembered I have another container of lube in my coat pocket!"

"What? Why there?" 

"You never know when you'll need it."

Did wonders never cease? 

And once the lube situation was sorted, Sebastian and Damien had a very good night. A very good night, indeed.

One could even say it was Mjolnir-level impactful. But maybe Sebastian would keep that joke to himself.  

[love-toxin]

ELLIE!! SO happy that totk finally released bc there's a chance you might hyperfixate and give me the yandere link content that sustains my life force. oh and uh, cuz we waited so long for this game too, of course!

prrrrr i really do love yan Link! so many potential avenues! i was replaying totk recently (bc i was so excited for it i literally blazed thru the whole gam 8 days after release LOL) and some gems really cropped up:

1. Link makes you a little dream house in Tarrey Town to keep you safe and to take advantage of your inherent housewifery. He's so feral you don't even think about leaving even when he's gone for long stretches of time, because you know he'll track you down and drag you back home because you're not the hero silly! :) you stay home :) where it's safe :)

2. Yiga clan member reader who is constantly being hunted down and "rehabilitated" by the Hylian hero. Which is incredibly frustrating to you because a.) ur trying to kill him and b.) the other yiga quickly lose respect for you/shun you when they find out you're practically Link's little playtoy. Especially when he goes x2 as feral on the other yiga in battle when you're around cause he's bricked up at the very sight of you, and you end up getting chewed out by Kohga for letting him hit it and just escape afterwards.

3. You work at one of the stables or the little inn at Hateno village and Link falls so hard for you he's downright creepy. He's constantly hanging around and bringing you gifts and stuff you didn't ask for but you can't just tell him to go away cause...he's the hero. So you kinda just have to deal with his awkward stare and the fumbled kisses he steals behind the barn and try not to hurt his feelings because what are you gonna do if the hero of time decides to quit saving Hyrule because he got rejected?

4. You're part of the Gerudo/live in Gerudo town and Link is undeterred in his attempts to woo you, even though he can't step foot in town or he'll get locked up. So he either dresses up in the vai outfit or just lies in wait for you to leave the city for one reason or another, and then ambushes you and follows you around like a weird little stalker until you love him. Bonus if he scares off another suitor or saves you from a Molduga or--my personal favourite--your sand seal gets spooked and takes you far out into the desert and strands you by accident, and you're forced to accept Link's help when he comes to save you. And now, you owe him.

5. Much like Link, you're a fellow adventurer/wanderer/merchant/etc. and bump into him out in the wild. Maybe you share a campfire for a night and swap stories, or you give him directions, or you just wave at him in passing, and now Link is completely obsessed with you. He stalks you through the wild areas of Hyrule and never lets any harm befall you, be it monsters or gloom pits or pools of malice or just general unluckiness, and while you don't realize it's him you slowly feel less and less alone when you're out in the field. You swear you can even feel some kind of warmth when you lay down in your tent to sleep, like someone's curled up right next to you....

6. Link kidnaps you and takes you to Hyrule castle where he forcibly makes you pretend to be a princess. He dresses you up in pretty gowns and kills all the monsters lurking around so you'll always be safe, and he acts like you're his damsel in distress that he's constantly saving even though you're just some farmer girl he picked up off the side of the road and fell in love with. You're the pretty princess, he's your loyal knight, and if he does a really good job at "saving" you, maybe you'll let him stay in your room for the night when he keeps watch...?

[rei-ismyname]

Cyclops earns Logan's respect through violence

The X-Men have just tangled with Proteus (and Moira, kinda) for the first time. It didn't go well, with Kurt and Logan feeling it the most after going through the looking glass. Logan is shutting down but Scott has an idea - insulting the fuck out of him. Really going to town emasculating, embarrassing, and provoking him into a fight. Are they lovers? Worse.

Scott knows what buttons to push. Chuck would be proud.

He figures he needs to speak Logan's language - toxic masculinity and ultraviolence. Kurt is like wtf are you doing? so Scott starts on him but it's in service of comparing him to Logan, accusing him of faking trauma.

Cyclops throws a drink in Wolverine's face and basically calls him a bitch, challenging him on their long rivalry. Logan takes the bait and stands up to fight. It's what Scott wanted but now he has to fight an angry and emasculated Wolverine. He keeps pushing him verbally during their fight, with his thought bubbles taking a very different tone. A judo flip and Logan is on his back, but he's up quickly and swinging to kill, bub.

Scott's shit talking intensifies, even as he's thinking about how difficult and dangerous this is. After framing the situation as 'man-to-man roughhousing' (so homoerotic) he moves to draw the other X-Men into the fight. There's a lot of drill sergeant vibes going on here, antagonising the team by giving them something to unite against. Scott flings Logan at Kurt, who is really not loving this at all.

'What's the matter shorty?' hits different

Banshee is wigging out, thinking they're going to kill each other - so he asks Colossus to break it up before someone dies. Jean knows what's going on, however, and tells them to stay out of it. Cyke is running rings around Logan, even reflecting an optic blast off Colossus to hit him from behind.

Woo, violence!

Kurt even speculates that Scott might be possessed, lol, so he tries to teleport in for a strike. Cyke has clearly played Space Invaders though, and he has his number, blasting him out of the sky.

With the others temporarily down, Ororo has finally had enough of this shit and she summons a lightning bolt as a warning. Cyclops plays possum a little then rolls into an optic blast right at her feet.

With three X-Men after him and more likely to join the fray (or just Storm getting serious) Scott quits while he's ahead, calling for peace. Logan especially doesn't think much of that notion until Scott and Jean explain. This was Scott leading and making sure the team was okay, Logan most of all.

Logan even opens up a little, admitting he was spooked. He says the obvious, that he hasn't thought much of Scott but is happy to concede he was wrong. I think Scott appreciates that more than he admits, and this is not the last time he'll have to fight all the X-Men. All that danger room training paid off. I could write a dozen essays on this issue but for now I'll just say it's an important one for the X-Men as a team as well as the Scott/Logan relationship.

I've never been in a paramilitary group, though I have had people try the tough love approach to my trauma. I don't speak to them anymore, because it's a messed up way to act. It's pretty satisfying here, and might even be the right decision. It's hard to argue with the results, but FR the X-Men all need therapy. Logan needs super therapy, or you know, to fight his friends every few months. This ISN'T Logan Behavior, not yet. It's messed up, but he's still a reasonable person at this point trying to be better. Havok and Polaris just watch without comment, which is kinda funny too.

[pocketjoong]

this is actually so hard for me because do i want san or do i want woo but guess what i will go with the wooyo 🥰🥰

sOOOO i really need some floof with wooyoung, maybe some college bf woo cause he sounds very slay 🔥 take your time with it my dear and good luck 🥰

Thank you so much for requesting Chip! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! (P.S. Requests are open until 11:59 p.m. PST today!) @nebulousbrainsoup I'M SORRY I FORGOT TO TAG YOU FOR BETA-ING THIS. THANK YOU. ILY.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS): Fluffy college!bf wooyo headcanons!

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) non-idol!Wooyoung x gn!Reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) Lots of FLUFF. Mentions of eating. Mentions of uni being stressful. lmk if I am missing something.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 775

☆ You and Wooyoung first met during your freshman year at college. No one would’ve expected your path to cross, especially considering that you were a STEM major while Wooyoung was a dance major. But, on the first day of a general education class, you found yourselves seated next to each other, and a casual conversation soon turned into animated discussions about the creative aspects of your respective fields.

☆ Wooyoung’s infectious laughter and humor quickly won you over, and you couldn’t help but admire his passionate approach to dance and art. Likewise, he was captivated by your intelligence and curiosity, and the way you treated everyone with kindness.

☆ As the semester progressed, you and Wooyoung became study partners, helping each other with your assignments and offering different perspectives on the course material. And even after the semester finished, the two of you remained friends, hanging out with each other whenever you had the time to.

☆ One evening, as you were working on a particularly challenging project for your class, Wooyoung decided to surprise you with a homemade dinner. He knew how stressed you were and wanted to lighten the mood. The dinner in your dorm room marked the beginning of your relationship.

☆ One thing that has remained consistent throughout your relationship is Wooyoung waking up a little earlier than you, tiptoeing into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for both of you, often playing soft music in the background. It’s usually something simple but made with love, like a heart-shaped pancake with a dollop of your favorite jam, or a sweet note by your coffee, expressing his love and wishing you a great day.

☆ Wooyoung also loves to randomly drag you into impromptu dance sessions, even if it's in the middle of your living room or the kitchen. Even if you don’t know how to dance, he patiently teaches you basic dance moves, guiding your steps until you get the hang of the moves. Sometimes, he dances goofily and encourages you to do the same, both of you dancing to the music while your laughter fills the room.

☆ He knows when you’re stressed about your classes, and motivates you to keep pushing forward. He sometimes leaves little encouraging notes in your textbooks or sends you sweet texts during the day.

☆ On tough days, he knows exactly when you need cuddles and comforting words. He wraps you in his arms, holding you close as he reassures you that everything will be okay. He tells you how proud he is of your hard work and dedication, and how much he loves you.

☆ You love attending his dance showcases and performances, and you often invite your friends to join. You sit in the front row, cheering the loudest, and your eyes are glued to him as he moves gracefully across the stage. He never fails to spot you in the crowd, and it fills him with happiness and energy.

☆ Occasionally, you find yourselves studying together. Though your fields of study are vastly different, you both enjoy each other’s company. Sometimes, you end up in the studio where Wooyoung practices dance routines and settle down in the corner, reviewing your notes or working on assignments while he practices nearby. You’re always there to help each other through the challenging parts, and it makes the study sessions much more enjoyable.

☆ Dating Wooyoung also means spontaneous date nights. They can be as simple as a midnight stroll through campus, a movie night at either of your dorms with all your favorite films and snacks, or a surprise outing to a new restaurant you’ve both been wanting to try.

☆ On the days leading up to Halloween, you spend weekends watching your favorite spooky movies in your matching Halloween-themed pajamas. A few days before Halloween, instead of watching movies, you visit a local pumpkin patch and pick out the perfect pumpkins to carve out. And on D-day, you usually go to the local haunted house or Halloween attractions.

☆ For Chritsmas, you decorate your dorm before leaving for the holidays. You both spend a day adorning the space with twinkling lights, ornaments, and a mini Christmas tree. And you make it a point to visit each other’s families for Christmas, exchanging gifts and spending time with loved ones.

☆ Wooyoung doesn't wait for special occasions to express his love. He often leaves small notes hidden around your home with sweet messages, surprises you with your favorite flowers, or simply tells you how much he loves you when you least expect it. His love is a constant presence in your life, and it warms your heart that you found such a precious person to share your life with.

[luvrsinn]

this is how I imagine friends to lovers with each of the marauders would be :) (no peter sorry)

sirius black is the biggest flirt. he knows it. everyone knows it. and he makes sure that you know it, too.

he would definitely pass you notes in class. most of the time, he tells you about something stupid james said. ( maybe he slips in a subtle compliment or two about your hair or smile once in a while, but hey, who's counting )

makes secret mixtapes with songs that remind him of you :)

you're always willing to lend a shoulder whenever something goes down back home during the breaks or when he receives a particularly nasty letter from his parents

sirius is not sure what he's done to deserve your kindness.

he tags along with you to do homework in the library but gets distracted and stares at you the whole time.

on one such occasion, he's gawking at you like a fool and is mumbling to himself about how he wants to kiss you. only when you stare back at him, brows raised, does he realise he's said it out loud.

he's scrambling to somehow fix what he said but only digs himself deeper. he ends up telling you about his huge crush on you.

you laugh and tell him that you like him too. sirius thinks his chest is about to explode, but he's too happy to pay any mind.

james potter's crush on you is totally obvious to everyone. he thinks he is very good at hiding it but nope.

you're probably the only one who doesn't realise it, though.

he always calls you pretty nicknames just to see the way you brighten up when you hear them.

remus is always giving james advice on how to "woo" you (you've already confided in him that you like james, but he's a firm believer in letting things take their course )

totally the jealous type.

whenever he sees someone trying to flirt with you or ask you out, he's glowering wrathfully at the person.

they always scurry away before you can reject them give them a response.

he always looks for you in the crowd during his games. it makes his whole day when he sees you cheer for him.

he's always saying stuff he's sure you'd find funny. something akin to fondness blooms in his chest when you laugh at one of his jokes.

one day, sirius grows tired of james gushing about you all the time and decides to speed things along.

he calls the both of you to the common room and says, "snog each other and get over it" and promptly walks out, leaving you both stunned.

james decides there's plenty of time to do a lot of that; after he takes you on a date first.

remus lupin is a hundred percent sure that he's made to love you.

most people think he's a bit scary because of how he looks, but he's actually a really big softie (especially 4 u) <33

just the hugs he gives might send you to heaven

you both first met at the library when you accidentally grabbed the same book as him. you hit it off from there.

he always goes out of his way to meet you in the library and talk about the books you're reading.

he occasionally gives you a list of the books he thinks you might like.

soon, you're introduced to the rest of the marauders.

they happily allow you to tag along with them when they're going to hogsmeade together. remus takes your hand and pulls you away from the group once in a while to check out some of the shops.

he loves to hear you talk. whatever you're in the mood to talk about, he's willing to listen for hours.

very protective over you. of course he gives you your own space, but if he finds someone messing with you or making you uncomfortable, he's by your side in an instant.

really, an angel sent from heaven.

after a lot of contemplation, you finally ask him out on a date.

he says yes of course.

when you return from the date, his jacket is around your shoulders.