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henry7931 · 4 months ago

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Chase:

Today is a really weird day and I didn’t know how I would feel about coming over to my best friend Bryce’s house especially after the incident.

Bryce and I have been friends for over 12 years now and him and I have always been a couple of scrawny gay nerds. We both love Minecraft legend of Zelda, just about every video game you can think of and one way we really bonded was figuring out that we are both gay.

Now for years, I’ve always known that Bryce had a crush on me. For me it was never that I didn’t like Bryce or I was never interested, but I never wanted to ruin the friendship. But then you have Walker is older brother. Walker is a few years older than us. He’s super handsome, athletic, charming, he could basically date anyone he laid his eyes on.

The truth is Walker was my sexual awakening for years. I’ve stayed at their house and spent the night and it wouldn’t be uncommon to see Walker come out and nothing but basketball shorts hell I don’t even think he would wear underwear sometimes.

I can remember the way seeing him made me blush, and I tried my hardest not to stare at him. I don’t know if Walker could tell that I was checking him out. Or maybe Walker was just used to people checking him out shouldn’t be any surprise that his little brother‘s gay friend had his eyes glued to him.

And somehow he continues to keep getting hotter and hotter and hotter…

So several weeks ago, Bryce and Walker’s family went on vacation to some tropical island. And something very strange happened while touring an old temple. How Bryce explained it to me was that they had a sign up that specifically said, “ please do not touch artifact.”

Bryce can be such a stickler for rules and I can almost see it in my head. It all went down. Bryce told Walker not to touch it. Walker likes to get on Bryce‘s nerves Walker reaches for it and then shit got real quick. Because Walker and Bryce have now switched bodies.

When Bryce was explaining all this to me, I really thought it was bullshit. I mean, who would believe that that sounds like something from a movie and yet even hearing Walker‘s voice, I can tell just by the tone that it’s Bryce.

So today is the first day that I have seen Bryce since he swapped bodies with Walker. And that’s why I feel all kinds of weird.

Now Bryce and I have stayed with each other like 1 million times and it’s really not unusual for us to be basically naked around each other. OK maybe not completely naked but like at least in her underwear.

And I have tried really, really hard to make him feel comfortable and I think I’m doing a really good job but having him standing in front of me in just his brother’s boxers is driving me a bit insane.

I’m sitting on Bryce‘s bed and walks back into his room just to ask me if I wanted anything from downstairs like something to drink or maybe a snack. I can barely get out the words because I can’t stop staring at the chiseled God in front of me.

“ chase you’re staying the night right?,” he asked me.

“ oh yeah, of course I’m staying the night as long as that’s OK.”

“ yeah man of course it’s okay! You know it’s okay man. No one cares you stay the night. You’re like basically family sides. My brother isn’t going to be home tonight. He’s wanted a lot of space since the whole. I’ve got his body thing. And both my parents are out of town so it’s just gonna be us,” he says with a side smirk.

“ well if it’s just us what do you wanna get into tonight?,” I say trying to make conversation.

I’m holding my eye contact directly at his face and I try my hardest not to look anywhere else, but he takes his hand and start scratching his balls and I can almost feel my whole cock twitch.

“ I mean since everybody’s not here tonight, we can always break into my parents liquor cabinet, whoop whoop!”

You know I am probably the most innocent 18 year-old alive, I don’t wanna attend parties nor do I really sneak around my parents but I feel like alcohol sounds like a great idea right now. I mean it I might be able to calm down a bit.

“Hell yeah! That’s sounds fun!,” I say with some enthusiasm.

“Bet! Be right back!”

I hear as heavy feet running down the stairs and all I can do is try to think of something that would totally turn me off like anything taxes, my grandparents, just something…

And yet all I can think about is how hot it would be if I could suck on his toes. I’ve had a thing for feet a while now and it’s taking me a little bit to accept it and a part of that I blame Walker for him because he has some sexy ass feet.

I can remember clearly the smell of his feet after he would finish football practice and he would pull off his shoes. Shit! Fuck! I’m so hard right now. I feel like I’m gonna have to sneak away and beat one out in the bathroom just to clear my head.

And then here comes Bryce with two glasses in his hand and a bottle of wine for the both of us just super eager.

I reposition myself to where I’m laying flat on my stomach so he doesn’t notice.

Bryce hops on to the bed with me and try’s his hardest to navigate a wine opener.

“Geez, I have no clue what I’m doing here…”

I eventually take it and started twisting in. I try to pull it out but struggle.

“Here since you now have all of the muscles.”

He rolls his eyes at me and tugs it out.

“Success!”

“Good team work there he-man,” I say playfully.

Bryce’s pours both of us a glass and at first I thought it tasted awful. But the second glass… now I see why people like it. I feel so warm inside and relaxed.

We both lay back in his bed.

“Is it super weird for you?,” I ask him.

“What?”

“You know… being in your Walkers body.”

“Um… yes. Yes and no I guess. I feel like everything has just moved so quick since the trip. I feel very different in public, like I’m so much more noticed. girls hit on me… so do guys. It’s a lot to take in especially since you and my family are the only ones who know about it.”

“What about Walker’s girlfriend?”

“Oh he broke up with her, thought it would be less weird. Although he had to do it over text because I refused to call or see her in person.”

“Damn! That’s crazy.”

“Yeah but she was like his girlfriend for the month, nothing serious.”

Of course…

“So is this pretty permanent?”

“Yeah I think so, unless you know of any other magic objects than can reverse it haha.”

“No, not off of the top of my head,”I say jokingly.

“Well… that answers your question. This is my body now. This is the new me I guess,” he says looking his muscles over.

I look them over as well and then my eyes draw this briefs… he’s got a hard on…

Bryce catches my eyes and says, “you wanna touch it?”

“What?!?”

“Come on Chase… don’t play games with me. I know you and I know you’ve had the hots for this body. I’ve known for years now.”

I take a deep breath… I feel my nervous all over again.

“It’s okay, I know you like this body. It’s my body now. And I want you to touch my massive dick.”

“But Bryce!”

“Shhh! Chase I’ve had a crush on you for years and I know you would never fool around with me. And now I have the body you’ve been lusting for years now. TOUCH MY MASSIVE DICK PLEASE!”

“Fuck, okay.”

I start touching it from the outside and it does feel huge!

“You know I love you Bryce, you’re the most important person to me. I just never wanted us to loose our friendship. It’s why I never tried anything with you.”

“I know. And listen I know you weren’t trying to go after my brother. I know what he looks like. Everyone does. But now I have the body and the personality so, I’m giving you no choice but to date me. Got it?”

“Ugh fine,” I say rolling my eyes.

“Now can you do me a favor?”

“Sure!”

“Can I see your feet?” he says to me.

Wow! Wasn’t expecting that!

“Wait why?”

“I hope you don’t think this is weird but I have a thing for them.”

“Shut up! So do I!”

“You do?!?”

“Yeah especially…,” I eye down to his feet and wiggles his toes.

“Oh my god! This is about to be a wild night!”

“Wait, can I kiss you?”

“Please!”

Part 2 Coming…

#body swap #male tf #male body swap #brothers

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sylusxyou · 28 days ago

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Afternoon Under the Sun | LaDS Sylus x Reader Fic

Summary: After a long and stressful week at work, Sylus decides you deserve an afternoon unwinding with him on his yacht. When Sylus refuses to get in the water with you, you get creative in order to get what you want. (ugh summaries suck)

Pairing: Sylus x fem!reader (MC implied, but very vaguely)

Word Count: 3.1k

Content: flirty sylus, topless reader (oooo), sensual sunscreen application, and of course a little fade to black because i'm not ready to go full into smut just yet

Author's Note: It's the yachting fic!!! Inspired by Sylus' Intimacy Game secret times where it is so casually mentioned Sylus owns a yacht. Like??? Tbh I think there are no good words for boobs so I apologize for using the word chest so much. This isn't directly smut so tits felt a little intense lmao. I had fun writing this but now my ideas are spent. I hope you enjoy and if you have any recs for future fics, LMK!!!

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Despite the lack of clouds in the sky, the summer heat wasn’t overbearing. The air was warm and dry with a gentle breeze rustling your hair. In front of you the clear water of the ocean glittered under the sun. It was the perfect day to be on the water. Work had been particularly stressful the past few weeks, an onslaught of paperwork and Wanderer outbreaks. You had spent an entire evening unloading all of your frustrations on Sylus as he sat and listened, gently rubbing your back. He had suggested a day on his yacht to unwind.

“Your yacht?”

“Yes, it’s been a while since I’ve taken it out anyway.”

“You have a yacht?”

“Yes, kitten.”

Of course Sylus had a yacht and of course it was the largest yacht you had ever laid your eyes on. To be fair, you hadn’t seen many yachts in your life so you weren’t sure what the average size of one was. However, you were sure that Sylus’ was above average. Well above it.

You watched him walk towards you down the dock where the yacht was stationed. He had asked you to meet him here so he could make sure everything was prepared for the both of you. What preparations he had to oversee you weren’t exactly sure but you were excited to find out.

As Sylus made his way towards you, you took the time to appreciate him. Today he was dressed in white board shorts and a black button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Normally you would scoff at someone wearing a collared shirt to go out on the water but Sylus managed to make it look equal parts casual and elegant. He looked expensive, as usual, sunglasses resting low on the bridge of his nose. Confidence radiated from him with every step he took closer to you. No matter how often you saw him you would never get used to looking at him. Each time felt like seeing him through new eyes.

Suddenly you felt a wave of nerves wash over you, overly aware of the way your swimsuit cover up was wrinkled and the way your hair was tangled from the breeze. No matter how much you tried you were never able to be as put together as him. He seemed to revel in that fact though. Even now as he came to stand in front you, he reached out to smooth the hair on the top of your head with a grin on his face, “It seems a disheveled kitten has gotten lost on the docks.”

You swat away his hand, “Not everyone can look like they just walked out of a high fashion magazine.”

“This look suits you.” Sylus grabs the bag resting on your shoulder, “Don’t worry though, sweetie. Even with your hair in your face you still look better than me.” His free hand grabs yours, intertwining your fingers, and pulling you towards the yacht at the end of the dock.

You nudge him with your elbow, “Whatever you say, Mr. Sweet-talker.”

He huffs out a laugh and squeezes your hand, “Are you prepared for our day of relaxation?”

“Do you have to prepare to relax?”

Sylus shakes his head, “For most people I would say no. For you and I though, yes.”

He was right, of course. The large tote bag he was now carrying for you was filled with various sunscreens, an extra pair of clothes, a water bottle, and some snacks. Sylus had been intentionally vague when you asked what spending a day on a yacht entailed. There was no doubt in your mind that he would have all of the things you brought along and more but packing your bag calmed you down.

“I would feel more prepared if you told me what you had planned.” The two of you arrived at the end of the dock, standing in front of the ramp that lead into the yacht. The size of it was even more imposing now that you were closer.

Sylus slung your bag over his shoulder and put his hand on your back, gently pushing you along with him as he began walking up the ramp. “There are no plans today. That’s where the relaxing comes in.”

As you stepped onto the deck of the yacht you were met by an older man dressed in all white. He extended his hand towards you, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ll be your captain today. If you need anything please don’t hesitate to ask. My staff will be happy to assist you.”

“Staff?” As you looked to Sylus, a woman came up beside you both with a tray. On top of the tray sat two flutes of champagne. Sylus grabbed the glasses and handed one to you, “You didn’t think a boat of this size operated on it’s own did you?”

You shook your head, “Believe it or not, I have no frame of reference for this sort of thing.”

“Well, I’m glad I have the chance to change that.” Sylus turned his attention towards the captain, “We can head out now.” The captain nodded at Sylus and walked off to what you assumed was the control room.

As the yacht began to move out, Sylus took time to show you around. Every new room left you more speechless than the last. There was a bar, a dining room, a bedroom, even a pool which you found redundant given you were on the ocean. It was the most jarring example of Sylus’ wealth you had experienced thus far. While you felt out of place you were mostly touched he wanted to share these luxuries with you, that he felt you were worth all of this and more. You were determined to enjoy every minute of this day.

After your tour of the boat, champagne lightly buzzing through your body, you and Sylus went to settle on the bottom deck. The deck was positioned at the back of the boat and had various lounge chairs and couches. At the edge of the boat there were steps down to offer easy access to the water when the time came. You settled on the edge of a chair and closed your eyes, taking in the feel of the wind under the warm sun. There was an inexplicable serenity to being on the water and you hardly ever had the opportunity to do so. As you reveled in the cool breeze brought on by the yacht’s movement across the water, Sylus came to stand in front of you, blocking the sun from your face. You cracked one of your eyes open, “I was enjoying that sunlight.”

He pulled his sunglasses on top of his head, “And I am enjoying you.” Sylus winked and moved to sit behind you, one of his legs on either side of you. “If you’re going to enjoy the sun you need to put on sunscreen.” He placed his hands on your shoulders and squeezed gently.

“And I suppose you’d like to help me with that.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice as he replied, “You know me so well, kitten. I’m nothing if not helpful.” His hands moved down your back and forward to the tops of your thighs where the hem of your coverup rested, “You’ll need to take this off.”

Goosebumps rose across your skin and you fought to hide the shiver that ran through your body. Of course Sylus would take every opportunity he had to tease you and of course you enjoyed it but you refused to admit it. You were thankful you had your back to him so at the very least you could hide the blush that would undoubtedly rise on your cheeks. You pulled the coverup off over your head as quickly as possible, trying to keep the movement from seeming sensual in any way. Sylus grabbed it from you and placed it behind him, his hands now resting on the bare skin of your back. The swimsuit you had chosen to wear was a bikini more revealing than you were used to. You had Tara to thank for that. After she saw the one piece you had planned to wear you thought she might personally burn it to keep you from ever wearing it again. She was quick to point out that Sylus, who she knew as Skye, had already seen every inch of your body, which made you regret ever telling her about the night you spent with him. She was right, of course, but you had only been with him like that once and it was in the cover of night. Now you were more exposed than you had been in front of him under the brightness of the sun, every bump and blemish visible to him. It was impossible to not be nervous.

While you were caught up in your thoughts, Sylus had reached into the bag you brought to grab a bottle of sunscreen. After squeezing some in his hand he spoke softly behind you, “It might be a little cold.” You quietly nodded your head and he began spreading the sunscreen across your back and shoulders. His hands moved slowly and gently on your skin, occasionally running under the straps of your swimsuit. As he rubbed the sunscreen up and down your sides, his fingertips softly brushed over the edge of your breasts. There was no stifling the small sigh that escaped your lips. This earned you a quiet chuckle from Sylus. He continued his exploration of your skin, the two of you enjoying the feeling of each other without exchanging any words. You were unsure how much time had passed when you felt Sylus lean forward and whisper in your ear, “All done. Now it’s time for the front.”

This snapped you out of your trance and you stood up from the chair, “I think I can take care of the front myself.” Sylus grinned at you, eyes unabashedly moving down your body. You crossed your arms, “Enjoying the view?”

“Obviously, sweetie.” He rose off the chair to stand in front of you, sunscreen in hand, “If I’m done helping you, how about you help me?” He passed the sunscreen to you. You quickly grabbed it from him and moved behind him. Your application of the sunscreen went a lot faster than Sylus’. You didn’t have the courage to tease him the way he teased you, not while you were so thoroughly flustered. Once the two of you were sufficiently protected from the sun you laid out on the lounge chairs. A comfortable silence settled between you as you both basked in the sun. Occasionally the two of you drifted into sleep. When you were awake Sylus would check on you, making sure you were enjoying your relaxation.

After some time had passed and the yacht had been parked for a while, the heat began to feel oppressive. Laying out wasn’t as relaxing so you decided it was time to get in the water. As you stood up Sylus looked at you, “Where are you going?”

You stretched a hand out to him, “Come on, lets get in the water. It’s getting too hot.”

“You go ahead, kitten. I’m not planning on getting in the ocean.”

“What?” You scoffed and grabbed his arm, “Yes you are. You did not drag me all the way out here to make me swim alone.” Attempting to get him up, you tugged on his arm but he wasn’t budging.

Sylus sat up as you continued to pull on him, “The ocean doesn’t agree with me. I’d rather not have salt water stinging my eyes or drying out my mouth.” He stood up and grabbed your hands in his, “I’m happy to get into the pool with you though.”

“We can swim in a pool on land. Don’t be a baby.” You walked towards the stairs leading into the water, pulling Sylus with you. Turning back to him, you put your arms around his neck and pressed your chest against his, “You really won’t come with me?”

His hands slid around your back and rested just above your ass, “You’re very tempting, sweetheart. Unfortunately, I have astounding restraint. Besides, I’ll thoroughly enjoy watching you. Especially in this.” His fingers tugged at the top of your bikini bottoms.

You pushed away from him, exaggerating your frustration in an attempt to guilt him. “Whatever,” you grumbled, “I’ll go have fun by myself.” Sylus laughed as you descended the stairs into the water. Your body immediately cooled down as you pushed off the back of the yacht and slowly swam out. You shouted at him, “It could be dangerous for me to be out here by myself!” This was an exaggeration, of course, as the water was completely calm and you were close enough to the boat to swim back with complete ease.

“Don’t worry,” Sylus called back as he took a seat on the edge of the boat, legs hanging over the stairs, “I’ll keep a very close eye on you.”

You rolled your eyes and moved to float on your back. The gentle movement of the water underneath you was hypnotizing and you felt like you could float there for hours. The more you enjoyed the feeling of being in the water, the more determined you were to get Sylus to join you. It wasn’t likely he would believe you if you pretended to be in danger considering there were no waves and you weren’t a very good actress. Suddenly an idea popped into your head. It was a bit daring and very outside of your comfort zone, but that made it exciting. He may claim to have impressive self-control but you knew that only went so far. This idea would surely do the trick.

You pushed yourself upright in the water to find Sylus’ eyes still on you from the edge of the yacht. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to get you out here?” You called out.

“Quite sure, kitten.”

A grin spread across your face, your heartbeat speeding up as you moved to enact your plan. “Not even if I do,” you reach your hand to the back of your neck and pulled on the strings tied in a bow, “this?” Your bikini top fell in front of you, revealing your naked chest to him. You reached behind your back and unhooked the straps there, completely removing the top and holding it up in your hand. “Will you join me now?” You tossed the top forward and it landed with a splash in the water between you and Sylus.

He suddenly sat up straight from leaning back on his hands and his gentle and amused gaze turned sharp and burning. You could feel his eyes piercing your chest, even from meters away. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“It’s so hot out,” you moved to float on your back once more, your exposed chest fully visible above the water, “I’m just trying to cool down.”

This earned you a dark chuckled from Sylus and you knew your plan was working. “Okay, kitten,” he stood up on the stairs, “you win.” He slid down into the water and began to swim towards you. With every inch he came closer to you, your heartbeat pounded harder. You thought if it beat any faster it would explode out of your chest.

On his way towards you he grabbed the stray bikini top floating in the water. When he reached you he grabbed you and pulled you flush to him, your naked chests sliding against each other. You shivered at the contact as he leaned into your ear, “Is this what you wanted?”

Your eyes fluttered shut. “Yes,” you nodded, “this is what I wanted.”

“I didn’t realized you were such an exhibitionist.” Sylus lips trailed down your neck, pressing soft kisses into your skin, complaints of the taste of saltwater long forgotten.

You flicked his shoulder, “I’m not an exhibitionist. I just knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. In fact, you can give me my top back now.”

You reached behind you to try and grab the top clutched in his hands holding you but he raised his arm in the air, far out of your reach. “Not so fast.” The bikini top dangled above you, “I actually think I’ll hold onto this for the rest of the trip.”

“You seriously want me to be topless for the rest of the day?” You said incredulously.

This made Sylus chuckle, “Kitten, that might be the stupidest question you’ve ever asked me.”

You pushed away from him, “There are other people on the yacht, Sylus. You want all of them to see me naked?”

“You’re the one who decided to strip out in the open. Why are you getting all shy on me now?”

You crossed one arm over your chest, “I was just trying to get you to swim with me.”

Your movement to cover yourself seemed to flip a switch in Sylus, his gaze softening as he closed the distance between you. “Okay, sweetie, I’ll give you your top back. On one condition.”

You raised an eyebrow, “And that is?”

“We get out of the water.”

“Done.” You reached for the top in his hand again.

“And,” he pulled his hand out of your reach, “we spend the rest of the afternoon in the bedroom.”

Blush rose in your cheeks, “You’re trying to coerce me into bed with you?” You weren’t serious, of course, but you didn’t want to seem too desperate by blurting out the ‘yes, yes, yes’ that was echoing in your mind.

“That’s not funny, sweetheart.” Sylus’ tone was serious and you realized what you had implied.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “You’re right, I’m sorry. I didn’t actually mean that.” You slowly pressed a kiss into his cheek and then onto his lips. “You have yourself a deal,” you whispered. The grin on Sylus’ face mostly held unbridled joy though there was a hint of seduction in his eyes. He handed you your top and helped you tie it tight into place. You swam back to the yacht together, climbing onto the deck, and grabbing towels to dry off. Once you were both sufficiently dry, Sylus grabbed your hand and led you towards the bedroom you had seen on your tour earlier in the afternoon. As your heart beat with anticipation you realized you may be leaving your day of relaxation more exhausted than you had originally planned.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #sylus #lads sylus #sylus qin #sylus fluff #sylus x reader #lnds sylus

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borathae · 8 months ago

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↳ Index [Snippet #50 - Roundie]

"When Jungkook accidentally gives himself a bowl cut."

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff

Warnings: just Kookie being the cutest and roundest, she teases him for messing up his haircut, and he playfully bites her cheek for it, they're so in love, snuggles and kisses hihi

Wordcount: 1.3k

a/n: i don't have to mention what i was inspired by LIKE he is so cute you have no idea i love him so much it's actually insane :( this is also something that ogc!googie would do so i wanted to be self-indulgent and write it ihihiih <3 have fun besties 🧡

“No!”

You heard your husband exclaim this one small word around twenty minutes ago and haven't heard a word from him since. Only the blow dryer, which has been running the last few minutes, can be heard.

You and Jungkook are on a romantic holiday in Japan because the land is especially nice this time around to explore by motorbike. You are currently staying in an Airbnb somewhere in the Japanese mountains. The architecture and furniture is traditional with a hint of modern and the house offers a small private spa area. You and Jungkook have already enjoyed it earlier today, but decided to call it quits for now. You currently find yourself on the sofa in your pyjamas, relaxing with a good book and a cup of tea, while your husband locked himself up in the bathroom.

Except for his very enthusiastic and shocked “No!” you haven’t heard from him. That changes however right this instant when the blow dryer stops and the door unlocks.

“Baby?”

“Yes, Kook?”

You can’t see him yet, talking louder to make up for the distance. Judging from his voice coming closer, he is walking to you.

“So, remember how I told you that my hair is getting too long?”

You set down your book.

“What did you do?”

“Okay so, hah, funny story. So okay, you know how we met when we were both nineteen, yeah?”

“Yes?”

“Okay cool and I looked really sexy and handsome and mature?”

“Thinking back, you still looked very boyish back then, but I guess yeah you did. Why? What did you do?”

“Did you ever wonder what I looked like when I was fifteen?”

“Jeon Jungkook stop the riddles, what did you do?”

He crosses the corner, appearing in your vision. You instantly crack up, coughing out laughter and pointing your finger at him. He gave himself the roundest and cutest bowl cut ever, looking like a teen with it.

“What did you do? Baby, oh my god”, you laugh loudly.

“I cut the bangs too short. I tried to save them by cutting the sides, but then I had to match the back too and I gave myself a bowl cut.”

“You look so adorable, I can’t believe it”, you say, stumbling to your feet so you can run to him and touch his hair, “you have the roundest head ever. You’re basically a circle.”

“I’m not a circle. Baby”, he whines and pouts.

You snicker, fluffing up his sides. They instantly fall back into their natural bowl cut state.

“I can’t believe it, you turned yourself into a boba ball. God, look at you. It’s like you aged backwards.”

“It’s the same stupid hairstyle I had in middle school. Baby, please tell me I’m handsome, I’m a sad doofus right now.”

“You’re the most handsome circle ever.”

He nudges you gently, furrowing his brows.

“Shut up, you’re not helping.”

You cackle, now fumbling with his bangs.

“Of course you’re handsome, my sweetie. I’ve never seen you with your hair like this before, I love it a lot”, you say and tug on his bangs softly. They instantly bounce back into their bowl cut state, reflecting the lights from just how shiny and round his hair is. You snicker, “god it’s so cute. You’re adorable.”

“I'm neither cute nor adorable. I’m manly and sexy. Urgh, I ruined myself.” He whines and drops his head on your Shoulder. “I'll accept it if you divorce me now.”

“Divorce-ha!” You laugh loudly, giving his butt a playful spank, “you dramatic baby, you. I already told you that I love it. You’re very handsome and of course, very manly and sexy.”

He lifts his head, giving you a small grin.

“But…also very cute and adorable.”

He furrows his brows, opening his mouth.

You instantly silence him, “which is a good thing because it means I wanna cuddle you even more often.”

“Wait. This is a good thing”, he says, making you chuckle.

“It is. Gosh you, let me take a picture. You’re so adorable.”

“If you must.”

Despite his initial complaints, Jungkook ends up posing with pouted lips and his hand throwing up a peace sign. It’s his signature pose he does in pictures and he looks very adorable tonight. You giggle at the picture, putting it as your lock screen. You show it to him.

“Look, now when someone asks me about you, I can tell them I’m married to a roundie.”

“You”, Jungkook points his finger at you. “Stop it.”

You cackle.

His features soften, a warm smile washes over his face. He gives up with a fond scoff and a little chuckle, closing the distance by grabbing your waist and pulling you snug against him. You and he sway from side to side, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. You have your arms hooked behind his head.

“You’re lucky that you’re so cute, otherwise I would have to bite your cheeks for your annoying antics”, he says.

“Mhm bite my cheeks you say? Ohoho mister what a thread, especially coming from a life sized choco ball such as yourself.”

“Yah”, he complains and gives your buttocks a squeeze.

“Sorry, sorry last one I promise. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself”, you snicker, rubbing his neck in apology.

Jungkook chuckles, rubbing his hands over your buttocks innocently.

“It’s insane how good it fits you. Up close, you can really tell that you fucked it up, but it looks so good on you that it’s not even bad that you fucked it up.”

“Is it really bad?”

“No, not at all. Your bangs are a little choppy, but it’s cute. Very handsome. Gosh”, you squish his cheeks, “your eyes look even prettier with this hair. It’s like they’re supporting each other’s roundieness. You’re seriously so handsome.”

Jungkook smiles shyly, “thanks, heh. Roundieness isn’t even a word by the way.”

“It is now.”

Jungkook simply furrows his brows and goes in for the attack. He bites your cheek. Gently of course.

“Yah”, you step back, wiping the saliva from your skin.

“I warned you and you wouldn’t listen. Consequences of your own actions, missy.”

“Don’t talk to me about consequences of my own actions, Mister Accidental Bowl Cut Which Aged Him Back Decades.”

Jungkook laughs and hugs your waist. You chuckle.

“Come on you, let’s go to bed and cuddle.”

“Yay cuddles. I swear today drained me. I almost fell asleep in the hot spring.”

“Baby, you fell asleep. I had to hold your head so you wouldn’t accidentally drown.”

“I guess I did. I couldn’t help it. It was warm and cozy. I felt very relaxed.”

You and he get under the same blanket. He lies down on his side, you face him. His bangs fall to one side, now looking like those typical two thousand tens bangs every teenage boy had back then.

You play with them, eyes spilling over with love.

“If I had met you back then, I so would have had a crush on you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm totally. You would have been my type. You are my type, but you get what I mean.”

“I do, yeah.” He smiles and reaches out to play with your hair. “You would have been my type too. Your mom showed me pictures of you when you were a teen and I would have had such a crush on you back then.”

“Oh god”, you chuckle, “I was such a mess though. Did she show you the pic of my clip in leopard print hair strands I rocked with black eyeliner?”

“Of course she did. You totally rocked them.”

“No I didn't, I looked ridiculous.”

“At least you didn’t look like a circle.”

You laugh, “mhm maybe, but you’re the most handsome circle I have ever seen”, you say, pushing him to his back and climbing on his lap.

Jungkook holds your hips instantly, purring his words as he gazes at your lips.

“Yeah? I’m a handsome circle?”

“Mhhm the most handsome.”

“Hah, come and kiss me, baby.”

You smile, he smiles, sharing a breathy chuckle and little moan with you.

“Kiss me, please.”

“Fuck Kook, I can’t get enough of you”, you say and pull him into a deep kiss.

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tsukimefuku · 1 year ago

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de-stressing the lawyer :: higuruma hiromi

summary: your husband hiromi is pretty stressed out with work, and you decide to help him out… by giving him head under his desk.

cw: smut, implied f!reader, blowjob, swallowing, pet names (“darling" and “my dear”).

wc: 1.1k

notes etc.: this is just filth, guys. It is thoroughly inspired by that one amazing four-panel comic from @g00miato that has lived in my head rent free ever since I saw it a while ago (tagging the artist with her consent, you can check out the comic here on this link).

Hiromi had a throbbing headache as he sat on his home office's desk. He had been cooped up in there for hours after work, having already peeled out his tie and suit jacket, trying to crack a case he didn't get anywhere with during office hours.

The evidence? Wasn't favorable at all. The procedure? Pristine, nothing to argue about that. His client was in a dire situation and Hiromi thought he might have to enter a plea bargain with the prosecution, something he loathed with every fiber of his being.

"Hey, Hiro... Any luck yet?" you asked, walking in holding a plate with a few sandwiches. He looked at you like he could throw himself out of the window at that very instant. "Yeesh."

"I'm stuck. I'm just utterly, and completely, stuck," he answered, disheartened and annoyed, with a prominent vein popping on his forehead — the tell-tale sign he was operating at peak stress capabilities.

You put the plate on the desk and sat on the edge to avoid ruffling up his papers.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Hiro?" you asked, with clear concern in your voice. He worked too much most of the time.

Hiromi spun on his chair to look at you for a second, grabbing one of the sandwiches.

"This is fine, love. Thank you."

Upon closer inspection, he really looked like he was three heartbeats short of a heart attack.

"Hiromi, you need to relax..." you cooed, giving him a chaste kiss on his forehead. "Maybe try taking a break?"

"I can't. I can't leave this desk. I feel like I almost got it, but it keeps slipping away! Dammit," he complained with his mouth half full while covering his face with his hands.

You sighed, and walked behind him, starting to massage his shoulders. He felt like a boulder underneath your touch, and it took a while for him to actually begin relaxing, putting his food back on the plate and dangling his head back with his eyes closed.

"Is that good?"

Hiromi simply nodded, and you sighed, a little more relieved. However, his muscles were still very much stiff, and there was no way he'd be able to continue working like this.

That was when you had a wicked little idea.

“Hey, Hiro, I think you need a break.”

“My love, I can’t. I’ve almost-“

“Let me rephrase that — you will take a break right now,” you answered him, starting to pull on his chair enough to separate him from his desk, “because I had an idea. And you won’t have to leave your desk.”

Hiromi looked at you confused, but offered no resistance when you pulled him away from his papers. Swiftly, you walked in front of him and kneeled, sliding under his desk.

“What are you-“

He didn’t get to finish his sentence as you put both hands on his thighs and rolled him back in your direction, sneaky fingers quickly unzipping his pants.

“I’m taking care of my dear, beloved husband,” you cooed with a mischievous smile on your face.

Hiromi looked down at you, shuddering the moment you pressed your hands on his clothed cock and started to massage it over his boxers, his pupils slowly growing larger and larger. Hiromi’s mouth fell open, his breathing growing heavier as he gazed at you.

You could feel his length hardening under your touch, and rested your face over his thigh while you kept softly stroking him. Hiromi’s hand made its way towards your face, his thumb brushing circles around your cheek. Your eyes met his, and you smiled at him, robbing him of a blush and some fluttering blinks.

For the first time today, Hiromi actually felt the pent up stress easing on him. His relaxation now had become more evident from the way your husband began slouching himself on his chair. His resolve to keep tinkering with his work evaporated for the time being, something only you got to do with Hiromi.

His work was first to anything, except when it came to you.

Feeling more and more satisfied with that, you finally downed his boxers, just to see his now throbbing, red cock slapping with a soft thud against his skin. From his mouth, the faintest whimper tumbled out, and oh did that rile you up just right.

Not wasting any time, you gave a few licks over his tip, tasting the salty pre cum just forming a tiny drop over his slit. That robbed Hiromi from some little moans and gasps, right before you finally downed his length inside your mouth, glazing it all over with wet, warm saliva.

”You... t-take such good care-- of me... fuck“ Hiromi’s fingers tangled in your hair, lovingly massaging their way through, and it was you now who let out a tiny mewl, eliciting a broken moan from his lips.

You had your mouth as deep as you could without choking yourself, and bobbed your head up and down his shaft, as one of your hands pumped the rest of his length down to the base, pulling your other hand up to massage his tightening balls. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and at that moment, he let out a strained whimper rolling his eyes back, biting his lips.

”Such a good wife-- s-so good for me-- ohhh perfect... shit... ohhhh--”

His praises were definitely arousing, to say the least, and you clenched your thighs together, relieving — even if just a little — the pulsing need aching in your core while you had both of your hands full with him.

Hiromi got lost in the pleasure, and barely noticed his entire body relaxing, which led to his legs starting to push him away from you. Your hand that previously was around his balls instantly shot up, holding him by his buttoned shirt. The moment you pulled him in your direction, edging his cock even deeper in your tight, hot, slick mouth, he involuntarily bucked his hips, tip hitting the roof of your mouth.

You moaned with your lips around his shaft, and started to suck on it more intently. Hiromi’s head dangled back, his own desperate moans and whimpers coming muffled in between his teeth and bitten bottom lip. Both of his hands now stroked your hair, anxiously making a mess out of you, just as much you were making a mess out of him.

”I’m gonna c-cum... Can I... inside-- p-please-- m-my love, ohhhhh-- please... please”

To hear him beg desperately like that was definitely one of your favorite sounds in the world.

You moaned back at him a muffled mm-hmm, and from his lips fell some louder whimpers, his fingers tensing around your head.

He came with a shiver shooting all throughout his entire body, warm spurts of his thick cum blossoming hot over your tongue, glazing your entire mouth and throat.

Your hand on his shirt tightened, crumpling it like paper, as you drank his essence in, swallowing down everything as your pumping over his length finally slowed down, his cock twitching under your touch to let out his final drops.

Letting go from his cock with an audible pop after your were finished, you looked up at him, and for a moment, you felt like you could cum from that sight alone. His flushed, loving, little fucked out face, smiling at you with those luster-filled ashy eyes. It was definitely a sight to behold.

You rested your face over his thigh, longingly looking at him, and Hiromi’s hand cupped the side of your face.

“I love you, darling,” he cooed with a husky, low voice.

“I love you too, Hiro.”

Out of nowhere, though, his gaze slowly morphed, and his eyebrows shot up, as if Hiromi had remembered something.

“Hiro, is everything okay?”

“I think I just might have thought of a way to salvage this case.”

De-stressing really helped Hiromi with work, apparently, and you’d help him every time he needed to.

Gladly.

written by tsukimefuku ㋡ comments and reblogs are appreciated. do not copy, translate or repost. copycatting is for losers.

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toomiieimagiines · 5 months ago

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Umumum, did you see the kissing hcs you did for akito and tsukasa? I would like a rui one if that's okay :3

It feels weird to request something like this

𖦹 hii! don’t feel awkward about it, i’ve been waiting for something cute like this for a while! let’s stop torturing rui for a while, and let him kiss reader!! (o^^o) sorry for hiatus, i have a bunch going on rn but i have a ton of writing qued up now! i’m just using a short one first to tease u guys! lololllll! do u guys like the new bullet points btw? i just think they're the cutest thing! also, i was thinkin of opening up some sort of commission to help with my banners! i can write you a however long fic if you just give me some pointers… or make some for me… i can credit you under every time i use them as well! LOLOLZ

♪ no warnings! (see before one shot for those warnings tho! (＞人＜;))

Rui Kamishiro Kissing Hc’s + more!?

☆ For starters, he was TOTALLY freaking out before your first kiss

☆ He just wants to impress you! Is that so wrong?

☆ DEFINITELY the kind of person who accidentally keeps his eyes open… Scary…

☆ He had never kissed anyone, or even dated! He didn’t want you to think he was weird if he messed up!

☆ Held your cheek so nicely too

☆ He’s always so gentle with you… :(

☆ Was a total wall for a while, he was always really tense…

☆ He did of course lighten up after a while, but not without a fight

☆ After he realized you weren’t out to get him, he turned into a FIEND

☆ “Sweetheart, I've been doing so good, y’know? I think I deserve something…”

☆ “I really missed you today…”

☆ Kisses with him always have a bit of reluctance to them, though

☆ His signature move is the tried-and-true shifty eyes, darting his gaze from yours, down to your lips, and back up again. He just wants to make sure you look into it!

☆ After that, it's brow-furrowing, the passion exploding

☆ Spontaneous kisses are VERY possible with him, throwing himself over to you when something particularly works in his favor

☆ He enjoys kisses that come from hugging the best. Feeling you close AND getting your lips on his? Sign him up!

☆ He’s also one to tease you when you kiss

☆ When you guys are comfortable, you really should watch out!

☆ He likes to pull you back when you least expect it, and WHAM!

☆ Doesn’t just love your lips either! He’s OBSESSED with kissing the top of your head!

☆ Again with the teasing, he likes to play Romeo and kiss your hands too

☆ He likes to be kissed on the cheek a lot, especially if you wear makeup and leave a kiss mark!

☆ Parades it around like a trophy

☆ The most offended you’d ever see him is if you wipe his kiss off. NEVER wipe his kiss off. He’d never kiss you again in fear he’s an awful kisser

☆ His kisses never really get spitty. If you want constant teeth clattering or biting, he’s not the one for you…

☆ Only time anything hasty happens is when he’s really upset

☆ He loves you - a ton - so please be nice with him too..

ayyyyy!! who’s proud of lil ol’ me?? here’s a mini mini oneshot! not long at all, but i thought the idea was cute! now that i think abt it, this was more just my musing… has a kissy kiss tho, so yay! it’s REALLY OOC sry… i’m rly not all that proud of this work, but it’s embarrassing how long it’s been since i’ve posted so i decided whatever take wut i give ya!!

TW: small issues with eating (rui has autism and trouble with textures (mild ARFID), you help him by trying to make nutritious food he won’t want to spew. . lmao… his problem has NOTHING to do with body image/weight, he’s just very particular..)

Rui wants to kiss you, you want to kiss Rui, and its causing you trouble.

It's been 4 years since you've been friends, 2 days since you've been dating, and you've been staring at each other for… how long are these stupid periods? Whatever, the short story is; the teacher made a million-dollar mistake (letting you two partner up for a group project), and everybody in your class is suffering because of it.

It's a classic story, you talk like everything’s normal, brush hands, look away, sputter something out, stare at each other, and freeze when you realize the other is staring right back. People - yourselves included - have seen you two be so natural together, so the simple fact of you two being so awkward is… unsettling. Little did they know, you both are going through some of the worst identity crises known to the angst-riddled teenage mind.

Rui is scared. To expand, Rui is scared of how much he wants to kiss you. To expand further, Rui is scared of how much he wants to kiss you, because you look so nervous around each other all the time since the thing, and he knows that asking you would be awkward enough to want to dig himself a grave out of embarrassment.

He wishes you would just wear the pants and ask, as horrible as that sounds. Why should he be the man and make the first move? He’s hardly manly, he wears striped sweaters…

He finds that way of thinking farcical, he knows it’s dumb to wait for you to ask, but he can’t help it. You asked him out (kinda, it was a genuinely… unique experience), and you should be the one to initiate a first kiss. Rui had never kissed anyone before! Can’t you take one for the team? He’s sure you’ve kissed people, how could you have not?

You were thinking the same thing, of course.

I mean, you already had to make him sit through your painfully long-winded and uncoordinated confession, the least he could do is this! He's definitely kissed someone, you decide, you haven't! It isn't fair to expect you to know what to do!

To everyone else, said simply, you both look schizophrenic.

The way you two decide how to split up the work, the way you two talk to each other as if you're perfect strangers, is confusing for both of you.

“O-Oh, uh- I can- y'know- I can do the writing, I don't mind-”

Your hands graze the others while reaching for the cheap school laptop.

“Sorry!-” You both squeak in unison, pulling away as if you had burned each other. Damnit! This is so annoying! You have to speak up.

“Rui we’re- c'mon, you're still my best friend, so why’re we acting like this?-” You try to laugh, covering your face in frustration. “Be normal, we do this all the time.”

Fortunately, he loves you more than his embarrassment, so your words quickly calm him down.

You both are just so dramatic!

Later, the lunch bell saves you from the hell-sent assignment, and you meet at your usual spot for lunch. You pull two lunch boxes out of your bag, and he grows anxious.

He squints at the sun, his hand cupping his face. “It’s been warm out, even for me. Do you think so?”

Really, Rui? You want to say, small talk? Is this to get out of the real food you want to feed him? Yeah, right.

“You’ll be pretty warm when I strangle you.” You remark, handing him his. “Heard you get sweaty when you fight for air, so you better not piss me off.” You point for emphasis, forcing down your smile. He has to keep from smiling too.

“Well, now i’m feeling nauseous,” he looks away, chuckling. “I think I’ll call someone..”

“Yeah, right. Like you’d find someone else to cut you cutely-shaped vegetables.” You nudge him with your shoulder, pointing again to his lunchbox as if to say eat. Eat now, or die later.

“Maybe a toddler's mom,” He pokes his veg to the side, “or a professional lunchbox maker. Something stupid like that.”

“I bought you soda candy if you’re a good boy and finish all your vegetables.”

“Aye aye, cap’n!” He fake saluts, looking at his lunch with a new-found determination.

“You're too easy, I should be a dog trainer.” You sit, watching him inspect the offending food. He knows you're watching him, and you know he knows you're watching him. You do it because it gives him a reason to actually try, letting him know that if he doesn't eat, you won't.

“You really went with a challenge today...” He squints.

“Why’d you think I bought soda candy?”

“Ah.”

A beat, you glare at him.

“Are you just going to look at it?” You prod, he ponders.

“What's my conversion rate?”

“Two bites to one candy.”

“That seems greedy.”

“Candy-flation. Its a real issue nowadays.”

Another beat, you have to pick up the silence again.

“So whats the plan?”

“You can eat, y'know. I'd rather you not starve to death.”

“Feelings mutual, Rui.”

“Touché.”

He picks one thing up, bringing it to his lips, and you do the same. You smile cockily, knowing he gave in.

“It's good, I promise. I only cooked ‘em for a little bit, so they shouldn't be too mushy.” You speak up, a piece of chicken in your cheek. “I even put meat in it, since you complained last time that it was too “vegetable-y”.”

He nods, chewing slowly with apprehension filling his body. As he continues to chew, however, his reluctance melts away slightly. He always doubts you for nothing! Why doesn’t he trust you? This isn’t bad at all.

“Good, huh? Proud of you,” you encourage. “Rui 2, broccoli 0. Hold out your hand.” You instruct, placing a candy on his palm. “Give me some feedback. Is the sauce a Rui yay or nay?”

“Makes broccoli better, so I like it.” He nods, confirming himself. You fist pump, thrilled he enjoyed it. He sighs at the taste of the sweet gummy, “I like this better though, if you could believe it.”

“Rui liking candy? I don't!” You feign surprise, holding a hand to your chest. He pushes you away playfully.

“Whatever,” he pauses, swallowing. “Do I uh- Do I have to finish?”

“If you wanna live, then yeah.” You joke, holding up an unconvincing first. He laughs.

You two forget about your shared desire, if only for a little bit.

It ends when he walks you home.

You guys were completely normal the whole school day! You both don't know where the sudden apprehension is even coming from, and it’s just…

awkward.

Rui clears his throat, pulling on his coat with an unneeded sense of urgency. You don't know why he felt the need to get your attention, you've been sneaking glances at him for the last 15 minutes.

“So, uh-” he starts, looking away. You know he's about to try for small talk, and it's welcome. “Tsukasa got sick, can you believe it?”

Ah, you were wondering why he didn't have anything to do today.

“I feel bad for his parents, I’d hate to have to nurse ‘kasa back to health,” you snicker, and he joins in reluctantly.

“Me too.”

Another round of silence overtakes the two of you, it’s suffocating.

“So I-“

“Would you-“

You both start, then stop just as quickly. The stifling atmosphere of your shared embarrassment leaves you both speechless.

“Sorry.”

You two don’t try to start again, not until you two reach your house.

“So…” you start. Everything feels so surreal. If you would've told yourself three days ago you'd be in a relationship with your best friend, you’d have never believed yourself.

“So.” He agrees, nodding. He's feeling as messed up as you are, he hopes you know that… “I can get started on that project tomorrow-”

“C'mon, Rui!-” you exclaim, grabbing his hands. You're sick of the tension - the apprehension - you just wanted to know where he was with it. Did he not want to be in a relationship with you? “I- Can you just tell me if you wanted to stay friends? This is so awkward!”

“It's not that, truly.” He defends, squeezing your hands. He can't believe you'd think that. Can you not see how endeared you are to him? A wave of relief washes over you, though. At least that suspicion wasn't confirmed. “I just- well…” He starts, getting flustered, “I get nervous…” His voice goes quieter, and he pulls you closer.

You swallow hard, your faces closer than before. The urge comes back- the feeling of desire to not only call him your boyfriend (something that already leaves a fuzzy feeling in your stomach), but to do romantic things with him. To touch him, hold him, breathe him in- even simply kiss him. Those things are why you decided to even tell him in the first place, why you were so discontent with your previous friendship.

Rui felt the same way too. He found his heart utterly devoted to the idea of you, and not much else. He saw in himself a restless animal, listening to every word you said like it was poetry.

All of this is to say that you two were at an impasse.

“Rui,” you beg, staring into his eyes, “let's be weird! I want to do things for the first time with you! I want to-”

A hand on your cheek breaks you from your monologue; your heart tightens.

Rui looks down at you, his expression something you can’t completely describe. He stares at you back, then he goes down to your lips, then back at you.

His voice is a whisper when he breaks the silence.

“Is this okay?”

You freeze. Is what okay? Why is he looking at you like that? Your knees turn into jelly as you realize.

Oh, he wants to kiss you.

You nod feverishly, leaning in.

Your collective thoughts quiet when your lips connect, and for once you’re not worried about trivial things like tension. It’s wonderful - still very reluctant, both being terrified of disappointing the other - but still heartskippingly amazing.

His eyebrows furrow as he deepens the kiss, moving off of pure instinct. He’s glad his first kiss is with you - he wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s no teeth, no fire, just small bursts of heat. You two have never been the kind to be rough with each other, after all, and it’s shown in the way you take care of one another.

His knees lock at the feeling of total gentleness from you, basking in the way you feel. It’s a calm reminder to both of you that; yes, you love each other, and no, you’re not just friends anymore.

like all good things, though, it came to an end eventually, as you two unfortunately had to breathe. (That isn’t to mention the fact that the blistering heat - combined with the strenuous activity, and embarrassment of doing this while standing on your very seeable porch - was leading you both to an embarrassing amount of perspiration.)

He looks down at your connected hands then back up at you, his face giddy and lopsided. “I should go home before it gets too dark, huh?”

You laugh too, heart pounding at the feeling of puppy love. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

It’s not a question, it’s a promise. A promise that you WILL be at school and WILL speak to him like normal.

“‘Course,” he confirms.

He walks home just a little quicker that night, anxious to tell Nene all about it.

(the ironic thing, is that as soon as you closed your front door, you texted her too.)

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kaitoshimizu · 8 days ago

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Hello everyone!! I hope you're all doing well!

For the past few days, I've had an idea for a new drawing of Mychael to post here, but I haven’t been able to even sketch it out yet due to a lack of free time, haha. So, to share a bit more of my art with you, today I’ll be posting 3 drawings of Mychael with three different and amazing people!

The first drawing was a birthday gift for @hojalattta .

I actually remember sketching it inside the car that day because we were traveling pretty far away for vacation, haha. I think it was around 11 or 12 at night when I managed to finish and send the drawing just in time! From the reaction I got through chat, I think she really loved it! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ 🩵

Date: January 29th

The second drawing was for an art trade with the incredible and super friendly artist, @carlnotfound !

Oh my gosh, I was so nervous and embarrassed to ask them, haha, but it was totally worth it!

They asked for a drawing of themselves and Mychael sitting together in front of a fireplace, with their head resting on Mychael’s shoulder, wrapped together in a blanket—and I accepted the challenge!

After about three days, I finished the piece!

They absolutely loved it, and honestly, it made me so happy that such an amazing artist I admire so much enjoyed something I created. ( ´；ω；` )

(Just a little note: I’m still very insecure about coloring, so I might end up posting more black-and-white sketches until I gain more confidence!)

Date: April 6th

And the third drawing is dedicated to @yamimushroom !!

Someone who’s without a doubt one of the kindest people I’ve met.

One day, while we were talking, she mentioned she had an OC—and since I absolutely love giving gifts, I immediately said, “...Could you send me your OC? I'd love to draw them for you!” And so she did!

I got straight to work on the sketch and the next day, I finished it and gave it to her with so much excitement and hope that she’d like it—and she did!! She truly cherishes it with all her heart (╥﹏╥)♡ ❤️‍🩹

Date: April 18th

Wow... it’s amazing to see how much my style has changed over just a few months! Haha.

I really hope to keep improving my art little by little—and who knows, maybe I’ll go even further than I imagine!

As a little extra, I just want to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for the incredible support you gave my very first post (the birthday drawing for Cheea).

It’s honestly overwhelming how much love it received in such a short time.

I appreciate you all so, so much. (T﹏T) ♡

As soon as I have more time, I’ll definitely upload that new Mychael drawing I mentioned earlier!

As I always say, it might not be the best thing you’ll ever see, but I hope it can still bring a little bit of joy, haha.

Thank you so much for reading, take care, and I hope you have a wonderful day, evening, and/or night!! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ ✨♡

Hola a todooos!! Espero se encuentren bien! Desde hace unos días he tenido en mente un dibujo de Mychael para subir aquí pero por falta de tiempo libre no he podido ni hacer el boceto jejeje, así que para que conozcan un poco más de mi arte, aquí dejaré 3 dibujos de Mychael con 3 diferentes e increíbles personitas!

El primer dibujo fue un regalo de cumpleaños para @hojalattta , me acuerdo que incluso llegué a dibujar en el auto al justamente ese día tener que viajar desde uff, lejos! Eran vacaciones jsjsjs, recuerdo que eran aprox las 11-12 de la noche y le envié justo a tiempo su regalo que por su reacción por chat, creo que le agradó muchísimo! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ 🩵

29 de Enero

El segundo dibujo lo hice para un Art trade con el increíble y muy amigable artista, @carlnotfound !! Dios, me dió tanto nervios y vergüenza pedirselo jsjsjs, pero sin dudas valió totalmente la pena hacerlo! El me había pedido un dibujo de él y Mychael sentados frente a una chimenea estando él con la cabeza inclinada hacia el hombro a Mychael envueltos ambos en una manta y yo acepté el reto! A lo cual en unos...3 días logré terminar el dibujo! Le encantó sin duda y me siento feliz de que un artista tan increíble que admiro tanto le haya gustado algo mío *Sniff Sniff* ( ´；ω；` )

(Quiero aclarar que para colorear he sido un asco, así que quizás suba más dibujos sin color por efectivamente sentirme insegura al pintar!)

6 de Abril

Y como tercer dibujo es en honor para @yamimushroom !! Personita que sin duda es una de las mejores que he conocido. Un día estábamos ella y yo hablando con calma y me menciono que tenía un oc, a lo cual yo, amante de dar regalos a los demás, decidí decirle: "...me podrías pasar tu oc? Te dibujare!" Y eso hizo, a lo cual inmediatamente me puse manos a la obra con él boceto para al día siguiente continuar sin duda para que al terminar, le entregué el dibujo con muchísima emoción y esperanza de que sea de su agrado y sin duda lo fué, lo aprecia con todo su corazón (╥﹏╥)♡

18 de abril

Wow...es Increíble lo mucho que ha cambiado mi estilo con el tiempo, y eso que tan solo fueron meses! Jajaja, espero poder seguir mejorando en el tema del dibujo y quien sabe, llegué a más de lo que me imagino

Como extra me gustaría agradecer de todo corazón al apoyo que le han dado a mi primer post con el dibujo de Cheea, es impactante el inmenso apoyo que le han dado en tan poco tiempo, waaa, los aprecio muchísimooo (T﹏T) ♡ ❤️‍🩹

Apenas pueda y tenga tiempo, subiré ese dibujo de Mychael que les menciono! Cómo siempre digo, no será lo mejor del mundo que podrían ver, pero supongo que algo es algo jejeje

Muchísimas gracias por leer, cuídate y espero tengas un excelente día, tarde y/o noche!! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ ✨♡

#mushroom oasis vn #mychael #mushroom oasis #mushroom oasis fanart #mushroom oasis mychael #mychael fanart #digital drawing #art #digital illustration #fanart #mushroom oasis game

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RASPBERRY TARTS - p.m.

☾⋆⁺₊✧ part of my Marvel soulmate series, found here. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ pietro maximoff x fem!reader .𖥔 ݁ ˖ warnings: action sequence, mention of parental death, and small depictions of violence. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 5.1k words.

The earliest memories you had were of your grandparents explaining soulmates. The exact cause was entirely unknown, but when a person was born they had the name of the person who shared their soul printed somewhere on their body. However, there seemed to be a split in the population; some people had the marks and others did not.

You happened to fall into the percentage of people who possessed a soulmark.

As a child, unable to understand much, you were excited at the prospect. However, as you grew and your grandparents revealed the truth of what happened to your parents, the idea of possessing a soulmate became bitter.

Soulmates were not guaranteed love, or even friendship with their partners. Sometimes it ended in a happy ending, other times it did not. Your parents had been the latter. Soulmates, yes, but it did not work out in the end. It was hard coming to terms with their ugly divorce, even more so the plane accident that left you an orphan and under the care of your grandparents.

Since then, the small words on your forearm seemed to glare at you. It was written in what you later learned was Sokovian.

Pietro Maximoff.

The name echoed in your head daily.

It all came crashing down shortly after the Ultron incident in Sokovia. You had been in a cafe in New York, scouting out places with your friend to start a cafe, when the news was captivated by the rising city. Then, months later, the Avengers revealed two new members that were caught on camera saving the citizens with them. Pietro and Wanda Maximoff.

You nearly had a heart attack that day and your friend, Evette, spent the rest of the day consoling you. She knew the name of your soulmate and had understood your rocky history with the concept.

Now, four years later, you and Evette had established a cafe in Brooklyn and have since moved on. Every day, you could absorb yourself into freshly made bread and other goodies and not have to worry about the very real fact that your soulmate was a superhero and living in the city. Under no circumstances did you want to meet him. If it ended so horribly for your parents, surely the same fate would befall you?

Especially if your soulmate was a high-profile person and the Avengers were not short on enemies.

You were in the front of the bakery during a lull in customers while Evette was in the back prepping some ingredients. Things were calm for once, which made you relieved to get past the morning buzz of customers. Your hand held a cloth as you wiped down one of the counters. The bell of the door rang out as a new customer came in.

You looked up to see a man who looked to be somewhere in his 40s. He had short, spiked dark hair and wore sunglasses. He was decently tall, fit as well, and walked with confidence. There was something there that was familiar, but you could not entirely pin it. He gave you a small smile as he came up to the counter.

“Welcome, how may I help you today?” You put the cloth down and wiped your hands on your apron nervously.

“I’ll have a medium black coffee with an apple fritter, please.” The man replied. You nodded while ringing his order up. While you were busy, he leaned against the counter.

“I’ve heard good things about this place, but never had the time to come by.” He spoke.

“Work keeps you busy?” You asked as you grabbed a to-go cup.

“You could say that,” He answered before taking note of your name on your name tag, “Don’t really come across that name often.”

You shrug at his words, “I always thought it was common.” You poured the hot coffee into his cup and put the lid on before grabbing a small paper bag and tongs to grab a fresh apple fritter from the display case. You packed it up and placed it next to the coffee on the counter.

“Well, it's nice regardless. I’m Clint. Good to meet you.” Clint gave you a friendly nod before turning to walk out of the door.

“You too.” You responded. Just as he was going to leave, the TV broadcasted a recent bank heist that was thwarted by some Avengers. Video playback showed a quick ray of silver shooting back and forth before it stopped, revealing Pietro, while the reporter spoke over the footage and recapped the events from just a few minutes ago.

You sucked in a breath. Pietro was undeniably an attractive man, which only made the situation worse. A superhero and hot? There was no way you could match that. Insecurity clawed at your heart for a moment.

“Pretty incredible guy, right?” Clint casually asked. You turned to him, only to see him already facing you with a look of curiosity on his face. There was something in his look, patience, waiting for which you did not understand.

Immediately you looked down at the counter, fiddling with a cloth while red coats your face, “I guess. I don’t really pay attention to that stuff.”

You cringed afterwards. Don’t pay attention to ‘that stuff?’ How ridiculous could you sound?

It was mainly the truth. You did not know the Avengers that well. It was never a priority for you. When the news of Pietro and his sister joining the team hit the media, you made sure to distance yourself as much as possible.

“Don’t blame you. That stuff is dangerous. Have a good day.”

The man left quickly, leaving you alone in the bakery. Again, that feeling of familiarity crept over you as you watched him through the front glass. You almost thought long on it, but a bell at the door and a new customer coming in caught your attention. A smile made its way on your face as you prepared to continue your day.

The ache in your feet was already prominent and it was not even midday yet. The morning rush had been especially chaotic with some convention being hosted down the street. Evette was working overtime in the kitchen and you had zipped back and forth behind the counter filling orders and trying to keep a smile.

When the crowd had dissipated, you slouched against the counter and stared at the floor with your eyes closed. It was a last-ditch effort to summon up some kind of will to continue working. A ding indicated a new customer. You immediately shot up and alert to greet them, only to relax and smile gently at who walked in.

Clint had become a regular, coming in every day for the last two weeks. He was always calm and good at conversation while being incredibly witty. There was something fatherly about the way he interacted with people. It was something you sorely missed and lacked in your life.

“You look dead.” Clint joked.

Your hand rubbed one of your shoulders to try and relieve the tension, “I feel dead.”

“Bad morning?” He asked while he looked at the pastries. One thing you knew about him was his insatiable attraction to baked goods. You were sure if the world came to an end, he would still run to the nearest bakery for a sweet treat.

“Busy. That convention down the street has a lot of hungry people.” You sighed as you adjusted some of the coffee brewing items behind the counter.

“You know, for someone who interacts with people as part of their job, you don’t seem to like them very much,” Clint spoke.

“Trust me,” Evette spoke as she exited the back with a tray full of fresh pastries to load the display case, “I’ve told her how ridiculous it is.”

You shrugged, “Big crowds aren’t my thing.” You were never a fan of crowded spaces; people shoulder to shoulder and speaking in shouts to one another. It was uncomfortable and only made you feel drained.

“Well, what about galas?” Clint slyly asked. Evette stopped loading the pastries into the glass and looked at him.

“What do you mean?” Evette asked.

“There’s this gala tonight and I got the room on my invite for two more. Does that sound good?” Clint asked as he eyed the raspberry tarts.

“Oh, uh-” You exchanged a look with Evette, prepared to turn him down before your friend interrupted.

“We’re both in.” Evette smiled at you. You gave her an intense look of disapproval. She had been trying to make you get out there and meet more people lately, but you had put up a good fight so far. Clearly, you were outmatched.

“Awesome. Here’s my number,” Clint slid a piece of paper across the counter, “Also, just my regular order, but I’ll take two of those raspberry tarts.”

Clint sighed with frustration as he sat on a high chair in the Avenger’s tower. His cup of black coffee, which was almost completely drunk, had gone cold. He had arrived to utter chaos in the living quarters. Pietro was running around, making markings on the ground as he jittered from place to place. Wanda sat next to Clint, happily eating one of the raspberry tarts as she watched her brother freak out.

“I do not see what all the fuss is about,” Wanda spoke as she took a sip from a glass of water. Despite it being four years since they joined the Avengers, their Sokovian accents were still as thick as the day they met the dysfunctional – but somehow semi-functioning – family of superheroes. Pietro stopped zooming around and took the second tart. He bit down, humming at the nice taste, before opening his mouth.

“This is going too fast. He was supposed to ease her into it.” Pietro rocked on the balls of his feet. For the first time in his life, he was nervous. A feeling he was not familiar with, nor ever wanted to feel again.

“Too fast for you, speedy?” Clint exclaimed with disbelief, “Days ago you were whining that I was not making any tangible progress and now, when I finally manage to make it, I am suddenly in the wrong?”

“Not like this. The gala is in eight hours!” Pietro started pacing. There was so much he had to do. He planned on having a grand entrance; a classic sweep-one-off-their-feet moment. He dreamed of it since he was a kid, even when he was unable to read the name of his soulmate as he had yet to learn English. It felt like he was staring down the barrel of a gun with limited time to move.

“It was almost as if this was a horrible plan in the first place,” Wanda spoke. Clint nodded her way in agreeance with her words.

“Look, you had Tony track her down and then sent me to scout the place. Remind me again why you think this is necessary?” Clint took a sip of his coffee, grimacing slightly at the cool temperature but still liking the flavour. Pietro’s soulmate makes a damn good cup, he thought to himself.

“I can’t even leave the tower without being swamped by people because your stupid American media does not stop chasing me. I don’t want her to be overwhelmed or put in danger.” Pietro reasoned. For some reason, the American media has chosen Pietro to be a darling representative of the Avengers. Sure, he was a flirt, but it had been taken too far and became nauseating to go out.

Clint hummed, “Fair point, but did you ever think that having me essentially lie to her these last two weeks was a good way to start this whole thing off?”

“Exactly what I said,” Wanda muttered before taking a final swig of her water.

Pietro paused for a moment, raising his hands to his face and digging the heels of his palms into his shut eyes, “I did not think that part through.”

“Do you ever?” Wanda teased. He looked towards his sister in challenge, but she only responded with a sly grin. His stress was getting to him and he took another bite from the raspberry tart.

“Look, we have until tonight to plan it.” Clint got up from his chair and stretched his legs a bit, “Now, what did you originally have in mind?”

This was absolutely ridiculous. Evette insisted that the cafe be closed early to prepare for the gala. For hours, the two of you got ready. Thankfully, you had an appropriate dress in your closet left over from a wedding you went to a year ago. It was good enough for the gala, but not anything entirely special. Evette spent hours on your hair and makeup, as that was something she was particularly gifted in.

It was odd to feel as pretty as you did, but the moment you showed up at the gala over an hour ago, it fled quickly. All the people here were stunning. The reporters, politicians, workers, and everyone in between. It was a charity event and the grandeur of the building shocked you. It was modern, elegant, and easily a damn expensive event.

You and Evette had been on the guest list, welcomed in, handed champagne, and walked into the area. So far, the two of you have not found Clint. Admittedly, you were having a good time despite being slightly uncomfortable with the amount of people that were there. For the most part, you and Evette stuck to one another and only engaged in a few conversations with people.

The two of you stood off to the side, engaged in a small conversation and sipping on champagne; both of you had lost track of the amount of glasses that had been consumed thus far. Both of you were looking out these large floor-to-ceiling glass windows that spanned the height of two storeys. The bright sparkling windows from the skyscrapers appeared to light up the dark sky.

“Having a good time?” The familiar voice of Clint came from behind you two. You turned to see him walking up. This area was more secluded, away from the dazzling crowd. He wore a crisp suit with no tie and the first button undone. Casual, but still fancy.

“It’s been alright.”

“This place is amazing.” Both of your voices chimed off at the same time. Clint laughed gently and stood up by you two. You felt an odd tingling feeling on your wrist where your soulmark was. It was covered by a thick bracelet and your fingers were unable to dig under and calm the itch.

“There is uh, actually a reason why you’re here,” Clint began. You turned to find him already looking at you. An unsettling feeling crept up your spine.

“Uh, guys?” Evette spoke, but it was whispered and unintelligible. She was looking out the window with an uncertain look painted across her face.

“What is it?” You questioned Clint. His hands folded in his pockets and he looked around the room as if searching for something.

“Well-”

“Guys!” Evette caught your attention and pointed down to the street to a pack of suspicious vehicles, “What’s that?”

You looked down the street to find vehicles moving at top speed, hurdling across the cement roadway. The two cars were large, armoured, and not stopping. For a moment, you froze while the worst thoughts flooded your mind. They wouldn’t, would they?

“Shit,” Clint said before grabbing you and Evette’s forearms and dragging you out of the way. In a clash of loud noise and shattering glass, the two vehicles rammed into the windows and pushed into the building. The shards dispersed all over the place, hitting your bare forearms and causing a bunch of cuts to open up. You gritted your teeth at the stinging sensation.

Everything was chaos. From your position on the floor, you could see people running all over the place while men in black clothes and balaclavas exited the cars with heavy weaponry. One of the men ran in your direction but stopped and fell to the ground instantly. You gaped in wonder when you noticed an arrow sticking out of his chest.

Evette’s familiar grip on your arms brought you out of your daze. Your head had taken a harder hit than hers and a pounding behind your eyes started to appear. Beside Evette, standing tall, was Clint with a bow.

Where the fuck did he get a bow from?

You watched as he shot another one of the invading men. It was then that you looked at him, really looked at him. Despite the chaos around you, your brain was finally thinking clearly.

Had you really been this stupid? For someone who wanted to avoid the Avengers, you were damn talented at letting one become a regular at your shop and friend. Shame and guilt filled you. You were not dumb, he knew who you were, he must have. Coincidences like this were unlikely.

Was this whole thing a setup of sorts? Did he actually stumble across your shop or was this planned? Before you could question anything further, you were brought back into the moment.

“Down that hall!” Clint pointed to a door off to the side, “Go to the end and take a right, get out of here!” He pulled an arrow out of a quiver on his back, nocked it, and fired with speed and efficiency that would have amazed you if it were not for how dangerous the situation was.

You and Evette wasted no time in heading towards the door with Clint following. He backed up with you two, focusing on shooting the men who scrambled across the floor of the grand hall. Evette opened the door to expose a long hallway, only to see that there were similarly dressed men there too.

One of the men lifted his hand that held a glock. Clint, being closer to Evette, had a faster reaction time and managed to pull her out of the way. However, it left you vulnerable to the men in front of you. Before you could even think, a flash of colour blurred in front of you. Within a second of time, the two men lay on the ground incapacitated.

Standing before you, was the person you did not ever plan on meeting.

He was slightly taller than you expected, but just as rugged as the videos he appeared in. Pietro wore a white button-up with a loose tie around his neck. His clothing was dishevelled, indicating he had been fighting the invading men well before showing up to play rescue. Your heart felt like it lodged up into your throat.

Pietro was better looking in person – if that was even possible. His silver locks with dark roots suited him, coupled with a strong nose and sharp jaw that was covered in stubble. He was obviously fit by the state of his muscles, especially the strain of his biceps against the white fabric of his shirt which had the sleeves rolled up just below his elbows.

His eyes were the most striking part of his appearance. Vibrant and alert given the situation, but still somehow soft. There was a reflection of familiarity in his pupils, and you immediately understood that he may already know about you. It only added to the evidence you had that Clint’s appearance in your shop may not have been a coincidence.

Pietro opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, his gaze never wavering from you, but the sound of a high-pitched scream back in the main room had his eyes snap to behind you.

It was interesting to watch the silent conversation he had with Clint in those few seconds. Clint gave him a curt nod, almost as if giving reassurance, before you blinked and Pietro was gone; likely off to continue fighting. This dull ache settled in your chest at his disappearance and the itching feeling on your soulmark faded the further he left.

Clint wasted no time in grabbing you and Evette and marching down the hall towards the exit door. He moved with speed, mainly so he could return to the fight. When he opened the door, a sleek back car was waiting in the alleyway. You had no idea how it got there or what it was originally for, but you did not have time to question it. Clint opened the back door and gestured for you and Evette to go in.

“The car will take you home. It will drive to shake off any potential followers. Once home, lock your windows and doors and cover them if you must.” Clint spoke.

Evette looked like she wanted to speak, but was stunned into silence and gratefully nodded before getting in. As you moved to follow her, Clint grabbed your wrist gently. You looked back at him with confusion.

“It was not supposed to happen like this. I hope you know that.” With those words, you finally understood that this was, in fact, planned. The break-in by those guys was not, but your invitation from him was very much intended. Pietro’s attendance at this event was intentional.

It almost hurt to think that Clint’s intentions were not casual. He had walked into your store, knowing damn well who you were – or at least who you were to Pietro – and acted accordingly.

All you could do was nod before joining Evette in the car. Clint closed the door and it automatically locked. He quickly went back inside and the car took off down the alleyway and to the street. You looked forward and saw that there was no driver present.

It was only until you had reached down the block that the adrenaline wore off and you could feel the pain of the cuts on your arm. Even worse, the dull ache in your heart.

The rattling buzz of your phone broke you out of your monotonous clean of one of the tables. You stopped your clean-up work and pulled it from the back pocket of your jeans. Clint’s name flashed across the screen and, like the many other times he has tried to call, you denied it.

It had been almost a week since the incident at the gala. According to the news, the infiltrators were there because the organizer owed the mob. They were stopped, of course, mainly by Clint and Pietro – which the news kept playing footage that bystanders caught during the altercation. Thankfully, you had not been in any of them and you took that as a positive sign.

Since then, Clint has tried to contact you. Truthfully, you were reluctant. The incident only proved one of your underlying fears; how unsafe you would be as a soulmate to an Avenger. The answer was lacklustre, though Evette had been trying to convince you otherwise. She wanted you to reach out and talk to Pietro at the very least. What bothered you the most was that she was right.

Over these few days, you had thought about it. It was not fair for you to isolate yourself from your soulmate. He did not deserve that. This was not a one-way bond, but a shared commonality. A shared soul. You did not want to be cruel to the person that was fated to you.

Admittedly, you were also scared. A soul bond did not necessarily mean a perfect connection. Would you even be good enough for a literal hero? You co-owned a cafe with your friend and played video games with her on the weekends. It was not exactly an exhilarating life. Would he even want an exhilarating life? Would you be boring?

You shoved your phone back into your pocket and took a centrepiece from the table to move behind the counter. As you were crouched down and organizing, the ring of the bell caught your attention.

“Oh, sorry but we are clo-” Your words faded away as you stood up to see Clint there. He was standing casually by the door. You soulmark began to itch you you clocked the situation immediately.

“He’s outside, isn’t he?” You asked. Your hands tapped the counter awkwardly as you tried not to sway on your feet.

“Yes,” Clint nodded, “He’ll come in if you want him to.”

“So, you’re still working as his little spy?” The comment felt harsh as it fell from your lips and you cringed slightly.

Clint sighed, “Look, if you could let him explain.”

You almost wanted to laugh, “How he sent someone to essentially spy on me? Tell me, what did you learn in your reconnaissance?” It felt odd, having been treated like a mission. You were made a target of which they needed to gather intel on. Not a person, not even his soulmate; a mission. Would that be your life with Pietro?

Clint only leaned against a table, “You know he almost died in Sokovia.” It was not a question, but a bold statement that almost knocked you from your feet. That you did not know and the thought of it…

“There was this kid I was trying to get out of there and, uh,” For the first time since meeting him, Clint got visibly uncomfortable and one of his hands lifted up to scratch the back of his head, “Pietro ran and took the bullets for us. By all accounts, he should have died but… he wished for us to find you if he didn’t. To take care of you.”

His words felt like a direct punch to your face. You had been so selfish, so terribly selfish because of your fear that you never thought about him. His life of danger, of possibly never meeting you.

“That kid is alive because of him. My kids still have their father because of him. All I’m asking is to give him a chance.” Clint finished his speech and waited for a response. You could not look at him, unable to reckon with it all.

As if on instinct, you quickly went to brewing coffee as you silently contemplated his words. While it brewed – and you were sure to regret it later as it had already been cleaned for the day – you grabbed tongs and picked out and bagged the last apple fritter; Clint’s favourite.

You placed it on the counter, along with the coffee you poured, and pushed it towards him. Clint made a move to reach into his pocket for his wallet, but you held out your hand.

“Dont. Just take it and,” You paused to breathe out, “You can send him in.”

Clint grabbed the items with a small smile on his face and gave you a nod. He made his way outside your shop and turned down the street and out of sight. You looked down at your hands as they shook with nerves. One of your hands fiddled with a ring on your other, turning it around and around as you waited with bated breath.

The familiar ding of the bell above the door caught your attention. Looking up, you spotted Pietro standing in your shop. He wore casual clothing this time, dark blue jeans with a gray hoodie. His hands were in his pockets and you could tell he was nervous too. Again, you found yourself paralyzed by his eyes.

“I feel I have to explain myself,” Pietro spoke. You crossed your arms and nodded, unable to speak.

“Clint was only doing me a favour. I was worried how you would feel about, well, me and my life, the Avengers…” He trailed off for a moment and took a few steps closer, “It can be overwhelming and dangerous at times, as I am now sure you know. Are you okay?”

“Only a few cuts. Nothing horrible. You?” You had managed to walk out from behind the counter, but for some reason found yourself unable to get closer.

“I’m fine. It was not supposed to be this way, I had planned on having some grand entrance. Sweep you off your feet. Not see you get hurt.” Pietro closed the distance. You noticed immediately how much taller he was. By now, the itch in your wrist has become intense.

Pietro slowly reached out and used his hands to grab your wrist. He carefully pulled up your sleeve and exposed the soulmark on your wrist. His name, in bold black elegant letters, was sprawled on your skin.

The moment his calloused fingers touched your skin, the itching ceased. Warmth pooled from the area and moved throughout our body. With your one free arm, you pulled up the sleeve of the hand that brushed over your mark and saw undeniable proof of your connection. Your name, sprawled in the same writing, was printed on his wrist. You touched it and you could feel him shudder under the sensation.

“I, uh, still can be. Be swept off my feet, I mean. If you want.” You could not help but stutter. His close proximity, the smell of fresh mint and lavender, overwhelmed you. It did not help that the two of you seemed unable to let one another go.

“That I can do.” Pietro smiled and turned over your hand, lifted it up, and brushed his lips across your knuckles without ever breaking eye contact. You could feel heat sweep across your face, which was no doubt red.

“Smooth. Should that make me worried?” You asked.

“Did you not say you wished to be swept off your feet?” Pietro answered. “Though I hate to ruin the immersion, I can’t help but ask, even if you are closed, if you happen to have any more of those raspberry tarts. Clint brought some this morning and, I have to say, you are good.”

You could not help but be reminded of words your grandmother always repeated; the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. If it were not for such a tender situation, you would have laughed.

You smiled at him, watching as he grinned back, “Well most of the food is made by my friend, but the tart is one of my recipes. We’re out but uh, we can make more right now if you want.” You were surprised by your own boldness. The experience you had with men was lacking, so your nerves on navigating uncharted waters ran high.

“That sounds good,” Pietro answered. He gently pulled on your arm, bringing you somehow closer. His hand left yours to tuck some hair behind your ear, “Would it be alright to kiss you?”

“Normally, yes, but I can let it slide.” You answered.

Pietro took your invitation as a go and leaned in. You closed your eyes and lost yourself in the feeling of his lips brushing against yours. His stubble ticked just lightly, but it felt comforting. The warmth from his body ran higher than normal and you suspected it was due to his abilities. Your hands moved to his chest as you gripped the fabric there.

Your heart was alight, buzzing with excitement as his lips moved against against yours. For the first time in your life, a thought burrowed itself into your mind.

Maybe soulmates aren’t so bad.

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Chapter 1: Fattening beginnings

A story about a guy who has always wanted to become massively fat, and with the green light from his therapist decides to dive head first into a new world of gluttony. (I have never written before , so if you have any thoughts, please share! Let me know if you all would want to read more!)

“I can’t believe I said all that.” I gasped, practically out of breath by how turned on I was. It had not been an hour since I had left my therapist’s office and I was already home with a few quarts of heavy cream I had just picked up from the store, standing in front of the mirror inspecting my body for what I hoped was the last time it’d ever be slender and toned.

A little over 3 hours earlier, I had walked into my therapists office, heart beating out of my chest, nervous as to how my therapist was going to react. I had never spoken about my deepest darkest desires before. My obsession with growing my own fat, morbidly obese, heavy body had consumed my thoughts and my dreams. I knew I had to tell someone before I did something irresponsible and committed to a lifestyle I couldn’t undo.

“Hi Dr. Fleming! It’s been a while!” I said, being extra chipper as to cover up how nervous I was. “Hey buddy! Glad to see ya come in today!” Dr. Fleming was a nice man, very slender with dark features and always very well put together. He always wore a smile and seemed to always care the utmost about comforting me about my issues. “What brings you in today? Anything new come up that’s eating away atcha?” I could feel my face burning with anticipation, my stomach growled, and I started to rub my sweaty palms onto my sweatpants. “Well yeah actually, something’s been on my mind recently - or well I guess it’s always kinda been there…” I couldn’t believe how easily the words were slipping out of my mouth, it was like it wasn’t even me talking, but something else deep inside of me itching to finally spill my guts. “You see… I’ve always been into bigger bodies. Of course you know this… but I’m attracted to them.” He looked at me like he was trying to read what I was saying off of my eyes. “Yeah buddy, we’ve talked about this. It’s completely normal to be attracted to plus size bodies. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Dr Fleming said with a smile and a nod. “You see, it’s not just that though… I don’t just like looking at bigger bodies… I want one of my own. I want to be big Dr.Fleming. Like huge obese belly hanging between my legs big.” Now that I had started talking, it’s like I couldn’t stop myself. The words just vomited right out of me. “I want to feel what it’s like to be restricted by how fat I am. Eat whatever I see and be an exhibition of pure gluttony wherever i go. I’m obsessed with the idea of being out of breath due to how massive my body is and how difficult it is to lug around. I want people to be shocked by how massive I’d gotten in such a short time… Dr.Fleming, I think I need to be huge. I’ve dealt this way for a while and it’s kinda becoming all I can think about.” As I slowly regain consciousness and catch my breath from my mind dump, I lock eyes with Dr. Fleming who’s sitting 5 feet from me on an identical leather chair to the one I’m in. “You seem really passionate about this.” He pauses for a second, his smile fades. “I think you should go for it. I mean be healthy about it and don’t make and brash decisions, but I think you should look into these desires. At least for a short period of time, give it a test run, then let’s reconvene and discuss how you feel. Who knows maybe you’ll have changed your mind by then.” He says shrugging with a smile. I can feel myself blushing from excitement.

Dr.Fleming and I shake hands as I get up to leave his office. We had spent another 45 minutes or so talking about normal things like work and friends, but my mind was in my belly. I needed to start this new life of gluttony fast.

“Hi! Did Dr. Fleming and you discuss a date for you to come back?” The beautiful front door receptionist asked bubbly. “Yeah actually, we talked about meeting again in 3 months.” I said returning her kind smile. “Sounds lovely, I’ll get that scheduled for ya!” She said waving as I turned to walk out of the building. Walking to my car I start thinking about how fast my life is going to turn upside down with my heart mind and gut all aligned towards putting on as much weight as possible. I decide as I’m getting into my car that I will take Dr Flemings advice as a challenge, and vow to gain as much weight as possible by the next time I see him.

Day dreaming about how fat I’ll be, I hardly notice I’m pulling into my local grocery store without even thinking about it. Without hesitation I park the car and go straight for the dairy section. I quickly scan the shelves looking for heavy cream. I throw 6 quarts (their whole stock) into my cart and head to the frozen section. 3 pints of icecream later, I’m heading to the checkout aisle. Without thinking I walk up to a clerk in one of the assisted checkout lanes. As I’m loading up the thousands of calories onto the conveyor. I watch as she looks at the cream and then to me puzzled. She doesn’t say anything but I can tell she doesn’t quite understand what such a slender guy could be doing with such fattening, sugar filled treats.

Now, back home standing in front of the mirror inspecting my naked body, i could feel my heart pumping. I quickly left to pull a chair up in front in front of the standing mirror, and promptly plopped myself down. I had two quarts of heavy cream and a pint of icecream melted and blended into a large container. I pulled the heavy container up to my lips and began chugging, feeling my mind go numb. Fighting the urge to close my eyes I watched in the mirror as my throat moved up and down as gulped the thousand of calories into my expanding gut. I started to breathe heavier out my nose as I could feel the cool liquid sitting heavy in my stomach. Nonetheless I committed to not stopping until the creamy goodness of 7,500 calories of weight gain shake was densely packed inside me.

With only a few gulps left I could feel my belly stretching. The sweet creamy concoction was expanding my poor belly to unhealthy proportions. I closed my eyes and muscled through it, amazed with how well I had done in my first chug of what was soon to be many. I let my arms go limp to my side, dropping the container to the ground. Letting out a large groan, I felt cream rolling down the corners of my mouth to my chin. My eyes closed from brain fog and my arms sore from holding this heavy container up for what felt like hours, I began to rub my protruding belly which was now visibly rotund and stiff to the touch. Naked, slouched in this chair, in front of the mirror, I rubbed my over filled gut until I fell asleep dreaming of what I was going to fill myself with tomorrow.

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panda-writes-kpop · 4 days ago

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Ah, I see you stan Wonyoung. I’m writing something for her I wanna publish. Would you write something for Wonyoung in the future? 👁️👁️ I’m not making a request because I’m too shy and you’re probably very busy.

honey, you're familiar ~ jng. wnyg.

a/n: I was going to post this earlier, but I decided to try making a banner for a while and uh... it didn't work out too well 😭 all is well, I'll continue to hone my skills and try again later. Also, the semester is finally over!!! and we cheered!!! and I know the anon didn’t specifically ask for a fic but I had a idea come to mind and it was just PERFECT for her. ❤️ so yes, I will write for wonyoung! And you should feel free to request from me - I'm very open to taking requests from anyone who asks!

tw: creepy/horror vibes.

♡ Masterlist ♡

summary/word count: Everything's more romantic in the movies than in real life, and you're prone to agree after a certain character from your short story comes to life; 3.1k words.

“Can you tell me another story?”

“Another one? It’s already past your bedtime, and I don’t need to get in any more trouble with your parents-” You try to get up from the child-sized bed, but they tug you back down before you can get too far.

What are you, a miniature Hulk?

“Please?” The kid you’re babysitting gives you the most cliché pup dog eyes and the fakest frown you’ve ever seen.

You should be a responsible adult and deny their request, wish them goodnight, and close the door before returning to the movie that’s awaiting you in the living room.

Lucky for the kid, you’re only responsible before 9:00 p.m., and the clock behind you reads 9:01.

“One more story, okay?” You sigh while racking your brain for stories that would interest a six-year-old. “Alright, I’ve got one.”

They lean closer in excitement as you begin to tell your story.

“Once upon a time, there was a young child who needed to go to bed and a babysitter who wanted them to go to sleep before the kid’s parents got home.” You smile as they whine in refusal of your story. “What, you didn’t like that one?”

“That’s not fair!” They stick their lip out before lightly tugging on your sleeve. “Just one more, then I’ll go to bed. I promise!”

“Okay, okay!” You shake them off of you before looking up to the ceiling. “I’m going to tell you a real story this time.”

“You promise?” They stick out their pinky, and you reluctantly give them your pinky.

They pull away and tuck themselves back into bed as you try to think of a story that would fully entertain the child in your head.

Unfortunately for you, there’s nothing in your mind besides the creative writing assignment that you’re delaying for one of your university classes.

Maybe you can kill two birds with one stone?

You don’t remember when the person in the mirror stopped looking like you. Maybe it was years past, when you were a child, where you disappeared from the reflection in front of you.

Somewhere, deep in your mind, there’s a memory of you as a child asking your parents about it, and they dismissed your concerns as a “childish memory”.

Nowadays, as a full grown adult, it’s embarrassing to admit why you don’t look in the mirror. Most say it’s self-esteem issues, but you know that it’s more than that.

Especially when the woman who stares back at you is enchantingly beautiful.

You’ve always been so star-struck by her beauty, so it’s never occurred to you to actually talk to her. To ask her why she’s there, why she’s only looked at you for so long? Why did she choose you as the one she stares back at?

It takes a lot of courage to pull the blanket off of the mirror - what if today is the day that your reflection returns back to you? - but you did it anyway.

An odd feeling of relief pools inside of you when you stare back at the kind face that admires you. Every question bounces inside of your head, and you struggle to form a coherent sentence at the sight of her.

For the first time, her movements don’t copy yours. She raises her hand against the mirror, and tilts her head towards you.

“You don’t have to say anything, dearest. I already know everything inside of your mind.”

Your jaw nearly drops to the floor at her confession, and she softly laughs.

“It’s unfair that I know everything about you, and you know nothing about me. Wouldn’t you like to change that?” Her other hand rests on the other side of the mirror as you let go of the blanket that you’ve been holding.

“Yeah…”

As if in a trance, you approach the mirror until you’re mere inches from her face.

If she was a real person, you think, she’d be able to reach out and grab me!

Your hand reaches out to mirror hers, but you pause for a moment.

“Why me?” You whisper, unable to look away from her.

“Why not you?”

You can’t stop your hand from pressing against the glass mirror, reflecting hers, just as she has done for you.

“You won’t believe what I can show you…” She trails off before offering you a sincere smile. “I’m Wonyoung, by the way.”

Before you can respond with your own name, her hand reaches out of the mirror’s reflection and grabs yours.

“They were frightened, far beyond their wildest imagination, but then-” You pause to look down at the sleeping child next to you. “How long have you been out?”

You give them a gentle poke, to make sure that they’re not faking, before turning off the lamp next to you and closing the door.

I should probably write down my story before I forget it.

As quickly and quietly as you can, you maneuver your way back into the living room where your neglected laptop sits, along with a random movie that happened to be in the DVD player when you pressed play.

You don’t realize how creepy the story is until the beginning stares back at you - are you liable for childhood trauma if you accidentally give that kid nightmares?

Eh, it wasn’t that bad when I said it. This version is more fitting for an adult audience.

Your stomach grumbles as you look at the time on your phone.

When did it get so close to midnight?

The nice thing about house sitting and babysitting for a family friend is that you were more than welcome to take what you wanted from the pantry, along with your hourly pay.

As you make your way to the kitchen, you realize that you forgot to turn on the hallway light. You opt to use your cellphone as you approach the kitchen. On your right, just before you reach the kitchen, is a mirror that is strikingly similar to the one you wrote about.

Spooky.

You pay it no mind as you pass into the kitchen, but the reflection in the mirror watches you with intrigue as you decide what you want to snack on.

You should panic, like any normal person would do, but a scream won’t escape your throat.

Won’t, or do you refuse to scream because some dark, twisted part of you wants to know what would happen next?

It’s too late to dwell on the past when her other hand reaches through the mirror and grabs your free hand.

“Are you ready?”

“...Sure?” Your answer lacks any sort of confidence and conviction, but it doesn’t look like Wonyoung was looking for approval as she pulls you into the mirror.

You close your eyes, while you await the pain of a mirror meeting your face, but, to your surprise…

Nothing happens?

You dare to open your eyes, and a gasp of surprise leaves your throat.

“Where am I?” You look around frantically at the unfamiliar scenery.

You’re no longer in your home, but rather, a small dorm room that’s decorated in every shade of pink that you could dream of. There’s a small window that reveals the outside world, but you’re far too focused on the woman in front of you to notice anything outside.

“Home.” Wonyoung says with a hint of relief in her voice. “You’re finally home.”

“Home? My home was just back…” You turn around to face the mirror, but only your reflection stares back at you. “What is this?”

“You don’t remember, do you? That awful spell from that terrible woman… it took your memories away from you as well?” Tears threaten to fall from her eyes as she backs away from you. “I’m sorry, maybe it was a mistake to bring you back so soon.”

She tries to pull away from you, but you grab her hands and pull her towards you again.

“Please explain it all to me. If there’s something I’m forgetting, then I want to remember it all.”

“You do?”

“I do.”

“Morning, kiddo,” You hum just as the waffles pop out of the toaster, “you’re just in time.”

“Mom’s not back?” They rub the sleep out of their eyes as you attempt to plate the waffles without burning your hand.

Your attempt is unsuccessful - apparently a household toaster can harness the power of the fucking Sun - so you do your best not to curse out the toaster before carefully tossing the waffles onto a small plate.

“Yeah, your mom and dad won’t be back until Sunday.” You nurse your injuries by running cold tap water on your fingers. “By the way, did you get into the fridge last night?”

“No,” They shake their head. “I was in my room all night. Are you sure you didn’t get into the fridge?”

“Of course not! I was sleeping!” You scoff as they raise an eyebrow at you. “Okay, I was busy writing for a few hours and I did raid the pantries, but I didn’t touch the fridge!”

“Uh-huh…” Unconvinced, the kid begins to eat the waffles you serve them as you look in the fridge and sigh.

“I was going to give you some strawberries, but someone came through and ate what was left in the package.” You shrug your shoulders and toss the container into the garbage bin. “Maybe it was a ghost…”

You have to bite down on your lip, hard, in order to not laugh at the kid’s spooked expression.

“Scary ghosts?”

“No, not scary ghosts. More like the lady in the story I told you last night. A mischievous ghost, sure, but one that wants to help rather than harm.” You serve the kid some orange juice before grabbing water for yourself.

“Oh, I like her! She came to visit me last night.” They casually say as you turn around to face them.

“I’m sorry, did you just say what I think you just said?”

“Witches? You can’t be serious, right? I mean, I just live in a world where I go to work, pay bills, and live a normal, human life.”

“I’m afraid this is all true. You were a witch, just like me, until someone cursed you and pulled you away from this world - away from me.” Wonyoung moves closer to you as you sit on her dorm bed.

Her hand brushes over yours, as if she’s afraid to touch you. If this is hard on you, then she must be crushing under the pressure. Wanting to see you, be with you, for years on end but not being sure if she should reach out to you just yet.

“I’m sorry that I don’t remember more.” Your hand dares to grab hers in an attempt to comfort her instead of the other way around. “It’s just hard to believe. I’ve been a human for so long that this magic seems so…”

“Surreal?” Her fingers interlock with yours as she smiles at you. “Look down.”

You look at your hand, firmly in hers, and gasp at the trail of blue light that falls down your hand.

Wonyoung’s arm radiates red light, and where your hands meet, a beautiful shade of purple lights up the space between you two.

Usually, it wasn’t a struggle to stay awake during your Monday afternoon class, but two long nights with a small child drained most of the energy out of you. Without any caffeine, your eyelids were fighting your will to pay attention, and the latter was in a losing battle.

“Alright, I’ll be ending class early so you can enjoy the beautiful weather!” The professor announces, and not a moment later, your classmates pack up and head out of the room.

You’re a bit delayed to follow, but you manage to not be the last in line to leave the class as you try to exit the class.

Your professor, however, has other plans as they call out your name.

“Do you mind staying after class?”

Absolutely not because that’s terrifying, your thoughts say.

“Sure.” Is all that comes out of your mouth as you’re terrified to say anything more.

The rest of your classmates leave as you hang back with the professor.

“I have to say, I’m very impressed with your paper. I don’t easily give out one-hundreds, you know,” Your professor gives you an earnest smile that you match with an uneasy one of your own. “But I have to ask: what inspired the story?”

“You’re not going to believe this,” or like it, you think as this professor has lectured your class on not submitting things right before they are due, “but I was inspired to write the story after I told a similar story to a kid I was babysitting.”

They raise their eyebrow.

“You didn’t give them nightmares, right?”

“The story I told was more age-appropriate.” You feel yourself begin to relax as the praise truly sinks in. “Thank you for the compliments on my story.”

“If you’re interested in continuing it, I’d love to help.”

“I, uh…” You pause before tilting your head and staring out the window that faces the courtyard.

You see your reflection, just as it should be, but something beyond the window catches your eye.

It isn’t something - it’s a girl.

A black-haired girl who was enchantingly beautiful. A face you couldn’t forget because you had written about it for hours on end.

And she waves at you.

“Are you alright?” The professor catches your attention as your eyes focus back on them.

“Yeah, I’ll… think about it. Thanks for the offer, though.” You quickly exit the room, not before giving a quick look back at the window.

Wonyoung isn't there anymore, but was she even there in the first place?

“This place… it’s beautiful. I can’t believe that I would forget a place like this.” Wonyoung’s arm latches onto yours as you stare in awe at the tree in front of you. It’s covered in purple leaves that match every other tree that you can see. “My campus never looks like this.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Warmth spreads across her face as she admires you for a moment. “Nothing is coming to you?”

“Not at the moment, no.”

“Then can you allow me to show you something else?”

Curiously, you try to peer over her shoulder as she pulls up something on her phone. As politely as she can, she pushes you away before you return your gaze to the sky.

“Hiding something, are we?” You try to tease her, but it’s a half-hearted attempt.

She’s sweet beyond your wildest dreams, and selfless on top of everything - trying to bring you back after you had been gone for months, if not years.

“From you? Never.” Wonyoung hands you her phone, and as you scroll through the pictures, she looks at you with anticipation.

It’s just a normal gallery of photos that a 20-year-old would have on her phone, and it’s nothing out of the ordinary until you stumble on a picture of the two of you.

Then it all comes racing back.

Nights spent curled up together, studying for finals. Small outings with large groups of friends. Practicing spells from sunset to sunrise.

“You remember, right? We were friends.” A small tear falls down her cheek when you softly nod.

But you remember more than that.

Hands being held underneath the library desk. Knowing looks shared in lecture halls. Stolen moments away from the friend group. Slumber party make-outs under the disguise of drunken inhibition. A final kiss, one of good luck, before you were to part forever.

Just friends? Is that what you were to each other?

“Friends?” Your voice falters for a moment as you weigh the two options in your mind. “I thought we were lovers.”

You don’t know what compels you to write another ending to the story you wrote. Maybe it’s the weird vision you had this afternoon, or the rising feeling of dread that’s pooling in you.

What if my professor thinks I’m weird and judges me differently? Now I’ll never be able to have a one-on-one conversation with them without thinking about THAT incident.

That girl in the window, it couldn’t have been Wonyoung. Some poor kid was probably looking into a classroom during their tour of campus, and you probably scared them off. And then there was the incident last weekend with the kid you babysat seeing her - you thoroughly examined their room, only to find no sign of their nighttime visitor.

Also, Wonyoung is just a character you made up in your head. A make-believe story for a small child and your professor.

Why, then, did it feel so real?

For some reason, you haven’t looked in the mirror in your apartment. You’re terrified of what you’ll find, to say the least. What if she is staring back at you? What if she isn’t? What then?

This seemed much more romantic in the story you wrote. You were downright terrified at the possibility of a girl existing in your reflection, in a parallel world, who was so desperately in love with you that she would dedicate a good portion of her free time to free you.

Okay, so maybe your professor did have a point about you traumatizing that poor kid…

One part of you tells you to stop freaking out, and to walk over there and face whatever is staring you down on the other side. The other, more rational, part of you is telling you to run for the hills and never look back until you pass out or forget that any of this has happened.

Like any horror movie character that was doomed for death, the irrational, curious part of your brain wins out as you gently set your computer aside.

Nothing will get you. You’re safe inside of your apartment.

You repeat this mantra as you dread every step between you and the bathroom mirror. Your footsteps feel heavy, and your heartbeat pounds at a steady rhythm as you slowly approach the bathroom.

You flip the light on, and as you look into the mirror, a breath of relief escapes you.

Thankfully, it’s just me.

All of it was just inside of your head, luckily.

Then a hand appears on your shoulder, and you scream as loud as you can.

The figure behind you doesn’t move nor flinch. They simply tilt their head in anticipation as they wait for you to turn around and look them in the eyes.

But you don’t have to.

Not when you know exactly who’s there.

Still, you play her little game and do your best to not freak out as you come eye-to-eye with the girl in your story: Jang Wonyoung.

The smile she gives you doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I missed you, darling.”

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totallynotpochacco · 5 months ago

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Are you still writing for idv??? If you are could I get a comfort one for Luca? Maybe one where reader found him in his room when he’s having a bad migraine and reader cuddles him?? (Sorry if that’s been over done but I feel like he deserves lots of cuddles)

Omg does it seem like I’m not writing for them anymore my sweet anons I still am I promise!!! I’ve just gotten a lot of asks and I’m trying to get them finished, but I’ve also been busy<3

“Just hold me.”

Contents; fluff, cuddles, and kisses. Also I have no idea where his room is so I made some shit up..

Luca had been working in the basement for half the morning on his contraption, and suddenly disappeared into his room.

He’s been hiding in there all day. Not even coming out for lunch or dinner. And usually he never passes up the chance to eat.

You’ve been worried about him for a bit now, and maybe it’s time to check up on him.

Traversing the manner could get quite confusing.

Some days you knew where you were going, and others you couldn’t tell right from left.

Luckily his room was on the second floor, left hallway, and last door.

It wasn’t a very far walk, and it was close to your own, which was on the third floor.

Knocking on his door gently, you asked, “Luca? Babe, you okay?”

A groan was heard from the other side, and some sort of shuffling. Deciding that he was clearly in pain, you let yourself in.

Luca had a pillow over his head, and half of the blankets kicked off his legs. Mumbling something incoherent to you.

Leaning down and rubbing a hand under his shirt and up his back. Working out some of the muscles.

“Are you alright? I barely saw you today..” you said in a hushed tone, watching as he gripped the pillow tighter around his head.

All you managed to hear, was “Headache.” and “Bad.”

You sighed, reaching into his nightstand, pulling out one his many bottles of Advil. Moving the pillow and handing a few to him, with one of his half drunken water bottles that’s probably been there for a while.

He whined the entire time, but didn’t say anything. The obvious grunts of displeasure were clear.

“Alright scooch down, I’ll hold you.” It was also clear he wanted attention from his favorite person. And cuddling is the best option.

Soon you found him in yours arms, head buried in your chest, and a hand in his hair. Lucas breathing evening out eventually.

He always found solace in your arms, and presence. You brought him a comfort no one else could. Because of this, he wondered how you would’ve reacted if he knew you before the manor. If you were dating while it all went down, would you still hold him? Would you believe him? Would you still tell him you loved him, and that everything would be okay? Or would you have been like everyone else, shunning him to a redemption he never needed?

Sorry if it’s short, also idk if it’s clear, but the “redemption” is him going to jail

#idv x reader #luca balsa x reader #luca balsa

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wonysugar · 1 year ago

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can u make a sunoo fic?

missed you | kim sunoo

synopsis : kim sunoo, your favorite stripper from the hybe boys establishment, started missing you after a while of you not showing up, so he had a lot of things to show you when you did come see him.<3

pairing : stripper!sunoo x rich!femreader

genre : smut :]

tags : sunoo is a male stripper, ricky from zb1 mentionned, jake from enha mentionned, reader is rich but it’s like not really relevant to the story, fingering (male receiving), biiiggg mommy kink, sub!sunoo, dom!femreader

warnings : none he’s just horny

word count : 1.5k

work was rough.

sure, going to work in itself wasn’t super difficult, but it was mostly the people working with you that made it unbearable. i mean, for god’s sake, you were a superior to the most of them, the least they could do was actually listen to you, and obey you when you gave orders.

which, they didn’t.

so naturally, you felt like going somewhere special, somewhere people knew their place and didn’t talk back to you during every second of the day.

immediately upon finishing your shift, your mind wandered to one place and one place only.

hybe boys.

you stepped foot into the establishment and was greeted by the comforting and familiar ambience, the music and lighting welcoming you with open arms.. you particularly noticed the usual customer seemingly going absolutely crazy over three of today’s boys, hoshi and jake. the third guy, whose name was apparently ricky has probably been staying for a short amount of time, due to him not being a employee you recognize, but it’s not like he was completely new either, since he clearly knew what he was doing. it takes someone with experience to grind on a pole like that with such a lustful expression. anywho, the said girl was having the time of her life and pushing everyone out of her way and honestly? who could blame her?

as cute as the boys were, though, you came for someone else. someone who caught your oh-so-precious attention since day one. to you. this whole strip club was like a restaurant, while he was both the main course and the dessert.

you spot him, kim sunoo, sitting down at the bar, probably on his break, talking to some seemingly older man as he’s being his very touchy self as usual. that quickly ceases once he sees you approaching him, immediately ignoring the other guy with a big cute grin on his face, as he clearly just saw that man as an opportunity to get more cute hand bags. that idea was quickly killed off by seeing you though. you always knew you were his favorite.

“y/nnnn, where have you been? it’s been soo long!” he says, clinging onto your arm and pulling himself in closer to you. you, in response pat the back of his head, returning the affection in your own way.

“work, baby. i’ve been super busy lately.. i barely have any time to see you anymore.”

he pouts, making your heart skip a beat. he always knew how to act adorable for you. “i missed you.. you could have told me, you do have my number, after all.”

you hum, wrapping your arm around his fairly skinny clothed waist, admiring his look for the night. you particularly noticed that he wore a piece of almost see-through lingerie that you bought him a few months back, probably walking around with it fully aware of how well it suits him and the impact it has on people.

despite how good it looked, though, you still felt the very intense urge to rip it off of him right at that moment. you knew you couldn’t though, not right now, at least.

“how much did you miss me, babyboy?” you whisper into his ear, careful not to let anyone near hear it. because yes, as hot as it probably looked, his regulars were pretty crazy about him, and his whole paycheck depended on them, so he kind of does need to act like he belongs to them. but really, you both knew that he belonged to you, and exclusively you.

“mmh, so much, mommy. i kept checking around the club every shift to see if you were here, but you never wereee.” he was already turning a little red, and his voice was getting higher and whinier with each word. the temptation to just cup his cute ass right then and there was strong, but you managed to contain it.

“you’re on break for another 30 minutes, right?” you asked, still whispering into his ear, his skin tingling in response to the warm breath it felt. he could only nod, poor baby was probably already so needy for you.

as to not waste any more time, you took his wrist and took him upstairs, where there were private rooms for “VIP lap dances”. now, let’s be realistic, as a regular, you knew that nobody ever used those rooms to get a personal show. while yes, this was technically a strip club, but it was also considered to basically be a brothel, too. not every employee here is comfortable to fuck clients, but most are. sunoo is one of the uncomfy ones when it comes to sex, but he seems to be way more than perfectly fine with it when it’s with you.

as soon as he closes and locks the door behind him, you take his lips in yours, immediately entering your tongue into his mouth, roaming the insides of it. cute whimpers coming out of him, you could clearly feel his hard-on as he lightly humped your clothed thigh, trying to make how horny he was not too obvious. he was failing miserably though, and viewing that sight made you chuckle involuntarily, voice low.

“so needy for me already, hm?” you teased.

“please fuck me mommy it’s been so long.. not even jerking off works anymore.. i - mmh oh my god - thinking about you while i jack myself off isn’t enough, i need your hands on me pleaseee.” he’s desperately whining and begging, being so good for you like this, you would just hate yourself if you couldn’t give him what he wanted. if you had known, you’d bring your strap-on if you were planning on staying for a long time, but.. fingers will do for tonight.

“then, sit on that chair for me, sunoo.” upon hearing his name, he immediately did as told, and even spread his legs so you could get better access. “so obedient for mommy, aren’t you? good boy.” you knew how desperate he’d act for praise, so he pouted and nodded eagerly, in hopes of making you understand that his dick was probably aching by now. he needed to feel your touch.

it didn’t take long before his cute cock was sticking out of his tight set, throbbing at the feeling of your thumb gently grazing its tip, teasing and feeling all of the precum leak from it. sunoo was a whining mess by this point, and he made it very well known that he wanted more, according to the bucking movements of his hips. his moans slowly becoming fuel for you, you progressively went faster, making sure to thoroughly stroke every inch of his adorable twitching dick. he was throbbing at each swift motion you made, his body shaking, already threatening to shoot his load all onto your hand.

not even 5 minutes went by before he started begging and calling out to you, mommys loudly spilling out of his mouth before a big amount of warm, white and thick liquid spurts out of his tip, most of it landing on your fingers and palm, the rest on the chair he’s sitting on. you loved the look he had on his face, everything about it drove you absolutely crazy. he was already far from being innocent, but you just wanted to corrupt him even further.

if you weren’t in a hurry, you would’ve started riding him a long time ago, taking all of his length and watching him squirm under you like he always did, moaning like a bitch at the feeling of his dick inside your tight pussy.

“f-fuck i missed you s-so mu-“

before he could even finish that sentence, you quickly grabbed him from the waist and turned him around on the soft chair, earning a small yelp as his soft ass was now facing you. you couldn’t bother to tease him, not when he was being this good for you. so, like anyone in this situation would, you spat on your fingers and gently rubbed them on his entrance, hearing how his whimpers and whines get higher.

“m-mommy, i just c-came - god - please..” he begged despite unconsciously arching his back so you could get better access. you chuckled at his poor attempt of not seeming like a desperate little puppy for you, he was so unintentionally adorable.. you just couldn’t wait to rim his ass roughly like he oh-so deserved.

inserting two fingers into his hole, his immediate response was to gasp and push himself deeper onto your digits, whining and sobbing at the pressure that was being applied.

pleads and begs for you to go faster escape his open mouth, “pleasepleaseplease”, “y/nnn” and “fuckk..” were the only things that could come out of his mouth, his drool slightly drooping out, just looking like a total slut from getting gently fucked by your fingers. if you knew he got like this desperate when overstimulated, you would’ve done it a lot more often.

“it f-feels so g-g-oodd momm-myy..” he moaned out shamelessly moments after, not giving a single fuck about somebody, anybody walking past and potentially hearing. his legs shaking uncontrollably at your digits. “didn’t you miss this, sunoo? didn’t you miss being fucked this good by mommy?”

poor baby could only nod his head, trying and barely succeeding in keeping his teary eyes open. he looked a mess, his cheeks all flushed, his messy and wet covering his sweat-coated forehead– fuck he looked so pretty. you were ravished by undoing him like this.

despite your inability to express it with words,

you missed him too, and that night,

you made sure to showcase it for hours to come.

#kim sunoo #sub sunoo #enhypen smut #enhypen sunoo #sunoo enhypen #smut #sunoo x female reader #kim sunoo x female reader #sunoo x reader

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obvithe-bestsoph · 3 months ago

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No. 08 | "Don't cry, I hate it when you cry." PG6

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After yet another long day of work, you walk back through your apartment door and put your bag and coat on the hanger, tiredly wandering into the dining room and rubbing your eyes. You get the fright of your life, your boyfriend sitting at the table with a giant grin. After you calm down from the scare, you laugh slightly.

“Dios mío, Pablo. Some warning would’ve been nice.” He stands up and comes towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Lo siento (i’m sorry), I wanted to surprise you.” “Well, you definitely nailed the ‘surprise’ bit.” you chuckle, laying your head on his chest. “I cooked for you. Your favourite.” Your eyebrows raise in surprise. “Really? Why?” “Why not?” he shrugs, “You’re my girlfriend, I love you, I wasn’t busy, and I assumed you would’ve had a long day, so I did something nice.” You smile slightly, “Of course you did. You’re too good to me.” “Just as good as you deserve. Now, sit.” he pulls out your chair for you and more or less forces you down into it.

A plate of (your favourite food) is put in front of you, and you grin up at Pablo. “Gracias, mi alma (thank you, my soul).” “De nada (you’re welcome).” “So how was training today?” you ask, looking at him as you both begin to eat. “Good, I think we’ll play well in the game on Wednesday. Speaking of, are you gonna be able to come?” “I wish, and I hope so, but I’d have to ask my boss to finish an hour early. And when she’s the one approving it, there’s a very small chance it’ll actually happen. But if I can’t be there in person, I’ll be secretly checking the score on my phone under my desk.” you smile weakly, you really are sick of your nightmare of a boss. Pablo frowns. “How come everyone else’s leave always gets approved, but never yours? How come she always gives you more work than everyone else? Does she not like you or something?” You sigh and shrug, “Honestly, your guess is as good as mine. It sure seems like she doesn’t like me, but I have no idea why. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything wrong or made a mistake around her.” Pablo’s frown only grows. “I don’t understand why you even still work there, why can’t you just find another job? Hell, why can’t you just quit? I’ve told you before, I make more money than I know what to do with, it would literally be no problem if you stopped working, let me support you, and moved into my apartment with me.”

“Because I’d feel bad.” “Well, that’s stupid. Why?” “Just because. You don’t need to be paying for all my shit on top of all yours.” Pablo rolls his eyes. “You aren't a particularly expensive person, Y/N. You rarely even let me buy you anything. You insist on paying for your portion of meals and always buy me far too much for Christmas and my birthday, etc.” “Yes, because I’m your girlfriend, not your financial burden.” “Spoiling the love of my life every once and a while is hardly a ‘financial burden.’ You’re being ridiculous.” “I don’t want to argue with you, long story short, the answer is no. It’s just one annoying boss, nothing I can’t handle. And I’m fine with working.” Pablo scoffs and the room is silent for a few moments. “Look, I only suggest it because I love you, okay? I want you to just be able to come to my games, home or away, and not have to know about it 2 weeks before so you can apply for leave, only for it to be denied by that demon of a boss you have. I hate that you’re always exhausted on all our dates because you’ve had a long week, that you fall asleep so early that we never have time to do anything… fun… at night anymore. I just want you to be free and happy. Por favor? Para mi? (please? for me?)”

You look at him for a moment before looking down at your plate again. “I’ll think about it.”

Pablo grinned again, he knew that was more a less an ‘Okay, fine, you win.’

“Gracias. Te amo, mi vida (thanks. i love you, my life).”

Later that night, you guys were cuddled up on your couch, Pablo was watching the movie that was on the TV screen, and you were on your phone. Finally, he looked down. “What are you doing?” he asks curiously. You look up at him and grin. “Sending in my resignation notice.” His eyes go wide and he sits upright, “You’re kidding.” “Nope.” “Oh my god!” he breaks out into yet another grin, pulling you into a proper hug. “Thank you, thank you so much,” he whispers into the skin of your neck. “Why are you thanking me? It should be the other way around, you’re the one who’s basically retiring me early.” you smile, and Pablo chuckles lightly. Eventually, Pablo calms down from his excitement a little and watches over your shoulder as you finish typing out the email. “I can’t believe I’m seriously about to do this.” you say quietly, your finger hovering over the ‘Send’ button. “Neither, but I promise, you won’t regret it.” he presses his lips to the top of your head. A few moments go by, and you still don’t press the button. “Are you gonna send it, or what?” “Pablo, I’m scared,” you whisper, looking up at him, and he can see the worry and uncertainty in your eyes. His expression and tone soften, “Why?” “I don’t know… I just am.” “You don’t have to do this right now, you know?” “I know, but I want to.” “Then send it.” “I can’t.” “Well, that’s kinda stupid.” You thrust the phone into his hand. “You do it.” “You’re sure?” You nod. Pablo hits send, and just like that, you’ve quit your job. You stare at the ‘Sent’ message for a moment before bursting into tears, burying your face into Pablo’s chest. He shushes you gently, rubbing your back and repeatedly kissing the top of your head, before eventually pulling your head away so he can look into your eyes. “Don’t cry, I hate it when you cry. What’s wrong?” he asks gently. “I- I’m just so happy. Thank you, Pablo. Thank you so much for this opportunity.” you sniff, speaking shakily through the tears. “Anything for you, mi niña preciosa (my precious girl).” he murmurs.

“I love you.” “I love you too, más que nada (more than anything).”

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jacquitries · 4 months ago

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A Bludger to The Head | O.W.

You've never really liked Quidditch but maybe a certain Gryffindor keeper would change your mind?

𓆘 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘

You’ve never really liked Quidditch. You have already attended quite a few games at the International Quidditch Tournament all thanks to your family but it almost always follows the same, boring, predictable pattern – whoever catches the snitch wins the game. It was absurd. Now that you’re attending Hogwarts, you didn’t think that idea would ever change. Hence, why you decided to stay with Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing, awaiting any injured players to come from the very first game of the season. If memory served you right, it would have been Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

“Thank you for helping out today, Y/N. It’s always a joy having you around.” Madam Pomfrey said as she took note of all the healing potions in her cabinet while you jotted everything down.

“It’s a pleasure. I’ve never been fond of Quidditch anyway.”

She stopped inspecting the healing potion in her hand and turned to face you. "Oh? Where is your school spirit? Back in the day, I used to dawn my house attire complete with face paint and all! Those were the glory days."

You chortled. "While it does sound like fun, Madam Pomfrey, I'd rather stay here in this glorious wing with you."

"Pish-posh, sweetheart. While I do love having you here, I could handle myself quite fine. It seems I would just have to ban you from this wing come the next game." She cheekily replied.

Your laugh was cut short as a player was suddenly wheeled in by a few other students.

“Madam Pomfrey! Our keeper’s hurt. He took a bludger to the head and passed out!” One of them spat. You and Madam Pomfrey quickly assessed his injuries. Other than the bruise that was forming on the right side of his head, he was in the all clear.

“Thank you, boys. We’ll take it from here.” Madam Pomfrey stated. As the boys left, you helped her transfer the unconscious player from the stretcher to the bed and took charge in dressing his head wound.

While you were wrapping up the last of his bandages, the boy finally stirred. He looked up at you and stared with hooded eyes. You were about to ask him how he was doing until he mumbled, “You’re the most beautiful angel I have ever seen.” You blushed as he slowly raised his right hand to your cheek.

You couldn’t stop yourself from teasing back. “And how many other angels do you know of?”

He stopped caressing your cheek in confusion. He bolted upright. His face contorted in horror as it dawned on him on not only what he has done but also to whom it was done. “I- I- I-… What I meant to say was…” He covered his face with both of his hands to hide his embarrassment.

It was safe to say this was not what he had in mind when he planned to finally speak to you in person. His life has always been about Quidditch, not noticing anything (or anyone for that matter) unrelated, until he saw you a few days ago on the courtyard before practice. You were paying no mind to the men swarming around you as you sat and kept your eyes glued to your book. Though you only gave them a smile and a wave as you left in return, all the men ate it up and, to be honest, he couldn’t blame them. He was smitten, too. He could not stop thinking about you that even his team began to notice his mind wasn’t 100% there during practice. The Weasley twins finally understood why after a bit of prodding and convinced him to put a fantastic display of keeping skills during the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin game for you to notice him. Hitting his head with a bludger and accidentally confessing to you after passing out was definitely not the plan. He sighed and slowly looked up to face you. He should at least answer your question truthfully. “In all honesty, you are the only angel I know of.”

You couldn’t help but blush even more. Though you have been showered with compliments before, this was the first time you ever believed someone has said it so sincerely.

Knowing full well you may never give him the time of day again, he used all the courage he could muster after seeing you blush and rambled, “I’m… I’m usually much better at dodging bludgers but ugh… I was trying to find you by the bleachers with no luck–”

“–Oh. I uhm… don’t usually watch the games.”

“Ah, yes! Then, I guess I was lucky enough to find you in the hospital wing? Notwithstanding getting hit by a bludger, of course… Hah.” He replied as he sheepishly ducked his head.

Weirdly enough, you found the awkward silence right after to be endearing. You placed your fingers under your chin and decided to help him out of his misery. “Hmm. I could start watching your games to prevent the incident from happening again? However, I would love to know your name first.” You placed your hand in front of him for a handshake. I’m Y/N.”

You swear he could have had whiplash with how quick he jerked his head upward. He took your hand. “I- I would love that. I’m Oliver. Oliver Wood.”

You spotted red and gold movement at the corner of your eye. “Well, Oliver Wood, while it was lovely meeting you, I believe congratulations are in order.”

He quirked up his brow. “Hmm? For what ex–“

Suddenly, he was bombarded with shouts and cheers as his teammates ran up to him. You just had enough time to weave your way out of the chaos.

“We won, cap! We won against Slytherin!”

"Picking Harry was a damn good choice for seeker!"

“You should have seen the looks on their faces!”

“Flint was in shatters!”

While the Gryffindor team talked over one another, Oliver met your eyes across the room and shot an apologetic smile. You couldn’t help but smile back.

Maybe Quidditch isn’t so boring after all?

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ribread03 · 5 months ago

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Our song III

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Y/N finally arrives to LA and meets the triplets for the first time…

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Y/N POV

You're standing in front of the Philadelphia International Airport with your mom, dad, and younger brother. Today is the day that you fly out to meet the triplets, it's been in the works for a few weeks now. Hugging your mom bye you give her a kiss on the cheek before moving to your dad who whispers something in your ear, “don’t let them try anything on you, okay? I’ve seen the way they are in videos.”

“Dad I promise they aren’t like that,” you say with a soft chuckle, pulling away from his hug. You give your brother a small smile and do your signature handshake before grabbing all of your bags from the car.

“Be safe honey,” you hear your mom call out as you walk into the airport. You turn around mouthing a quick ‘I love you’ before walking all the way into the airport and finding where to check in.

The process of the airport was the same as every other time, waiting in line for them to check your bag and check your ticket and all that fun stuff. Now you're at your gate, it's about 30 minutes before boarding. You're sitting on your phone, texting Matt. The two of you have been texting everyday since you first got his number, playing iMessage games and just enjoying talking to each other.

It’s been about 45 ish minutes and your plane is finally ready for you to board. Shooting Matt a quick text that you are on the plane and sitting. You turn your phone on airplane mode, put your headphones in, play some music, and pull out one of your books so the flight goes by faster.

After 9 long very long hours flying across the country your plane had finally landed. Matt, Nick, and Chris-Matt- had gotten you a premium economy and you had enjoyed the flight as much as you could, spreading out and getting comfy. As soon as deboarding started you text Matt to let him know you're finally on the ground again and that you should be out in the next 30 ish minutes since you had to wait for your luggage.

Once you got off of the plane you made your way to baggage claim to pick up your suitcase. Scrolling on your phone and checking to see if you missed any important messages while in the air. You shoot your mom a quick text that you made it and that you are waiting for your bags now, and that you will text her as soon as you're on the way to the hotel.

The belt on the metal baggage claim starts to move, notifying you that your bag might be coming out soon. As you watch a few bags that aren’t your pass you finally spot yours coming your way. Picking up your bag you shoot a text to Matt saying that you have your bag and that you're heading out the doors.

As you're walking down the sidewalk you see three identical people standing a few yards ahead of you. You can’t help the big smile that spreads across your face as your feet pick up speed slightly. You make brief eye contact with Matt as you get closer to them.

“Hi!” You say with a big smile as you reach the three of them.

“I can’t believe you here!” Nick says pulling you into a close hug, warm and welcoming as he gently swayed the two of you back and forth.

“I know I can’t believe it either!” You say with a small squeal before pulling away from him and moving to Chris.

“Hi,” you say softly. Pulling him into a hug as well, lifting your heels slightly off the ground to reach up and over his neck. You aren’t short but the triplets took about 2 or 3 inches over you, giving them all a small height advantage.

“Hey,” Chris said back quietly, giving you the same warm and welcoming hug as Nick.

Chris was the one to pull away from you after a second. You look over to Matt and your eyes lock with his again, sending butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You take the two steps that Chris was away from him and he pulls you into a hug. His hug feels different then Nick and Chris’s, he feels like he's trying to make up for all the time that he couldn’t hug you before. His hands rest light on your lower back as he pulls always slightly, leaving your body’s touching as he speaks.

“Hey..” Matt's small smile never leaves his lips as he takes your face in for the first time in person.

You can't help the small tint of pink that forms on your cheeks as Matt stares down at you, “hi…” you say quietly, the butterflies that are set loose in your stomach make you completely forget where you're standing and that Nick and Chris are right next to the two of you.

Nick clears his throat loudly, catching both Matt and your attention, causing the two of you to pull apart. You look over at Nick, face flushed slightly from the small moment you just shared with Matt. “Sorry to break whatever that was up.. but we should get going” pointing towards their car behind him.

”Oh yeah” Matt says with a small nod, grabbing your suitcase from next to you and throwing it in the back before you can even say anything. He then comes around to the passenger side door and opens it for you, his cheeks flushed the same if not more than yours, “Chris said you can sit up front.” He says softly as you sit in the car.

”Thank you,” you say with a warm smile to Matt, thanking him for both putting your stuff in the back and for opening the door for you. Matt gives you a quick smile and nod before shutting the door and rounding the car to the other side to get into the driver's side.

“Your welcome” Matt says to one once he's in the car and buckled. “We are going to stop by the hotel and get you checked in and all of your stuff dropped off before we head back to the house.” Matt is starting to pull away from the airport as he's talking to you. Even though he can't one hundred percent you give him a quick nod and hum.

As Matt drove to the hotel he could feel you stealing glances his way. Making his stomach fill with nerves and him to become more flush than usual. It was about a 45 minute drive to the hotel from the airport.

As the drive continued you could feel your body becoming tired despite the clock reading 5:24 pm on the dash. You let out a few small yawns and eventually fell asleep with your head against the car window. Traveling has always taken a toll on you and the fact that your three time zones away from home is really messing you up. Chris noticed that you had fallen asleep causing Nick to snap a quick photo of you for the memories.

As Matt pulled into the hotel driveway he gently shook your leg, his hand on your knee. The gentle shaking of your leg had been enough to stir you awake, and before you knew it you were inside and checking into your hotel room. Nick and Chris had decided they would wait in the car while you and Matt went to put your bags up in your room.

“Your room is 328, take the elevator up to floor three and head to your right” The front desk person says in a monotone voice while sliding a key card across the desk.

“Okay, thank you” you say while taking the key card off of the counter and grabbing your smaller bag, as Matt insists that he carry your suitcase. If you would let Matt he would carry all of your bags, but you hated how that made you look so the two of you compromised.

The two of you walk to the elevator and you hit the up button, “What one?” You ask Matt randomly while pointing to the left elevator.

“Huh, what?” Matt asks, confused, looking at you with his eyebrows raised slightly.

“What elevator do you think is going to open? It’s a fun game I used to play with my mom…” you explain as quickly as you can so he can choose an elevator before they open. “Hurry!” You say with a small laugh as Matt points at the middle elevator, still confused.

As the elevator dings, the one you are pointing at opens. “I win!” You say with a small jump as you head into the elevator, hitting the number three.

“I didn't know this was a competitive game here,” Matt chuckles lightly as he pulls your suitcase into the elevator with him.

“Redemption round on the way back down?” You ask, looking over at Matt with a smile.

“Redemption round,” Matt gives you a firm head nod along with another chuckle.

As the elevator doors shut you watch as Matt closes his eyes tightly, “you good?” You ask concern laced in your voice.

“Mhm” Matt hums out. “Jus’ have a little fear of elevators” his voice is quiet as he opens his eyes to look at you.

“Oh, wanna take the stairs back down? We can have a redemption round another day” you ask confused on why Matt didn't say anything or even hint at not liking elevators.

“If you don’t mind” he asks with a small gulp.

“Not at all, plus it means more time with just you.” The last part of your sentence slips out before you can stop it. Making you blush and look away from Matt. Nervous and anxious butterflies fill your stomach as Matt takes in the words that you just spilled out.

“And more time with just you,” Matt says softly with a small grin. His own cheeks flushing at his words. His own nervous and anxious butterflies erupt in his stomach as the elevator finally dings as it opens up to the third floor.

You and Matt exit the elevator without saying another word and make your way to the right just like the front desk person said. You scan the doors as you look for your room number, finally your eyes land on 328. You stop in front of the door and pull the key card out of your pocket, unlocking and opening the door. You are floored with how nice the room looks.

“Oh. My. Gosh.” You whisper out as you take in the dark room. Matt flips on the lights of the room causing your jaw to drop even more. The room had a full kitchen, a big living room area with a big tv, an even bigger bed that looked like the comfiest thing you’ve laid eyes on in the last 12 hours. “You guys didn't have to get me such a nice room” you say softly, placing your bag down on the kitchen table, yes this room has a kitchen table.

“It’s no big deal really” Matt shrugs with his words and puts your suitcase under the kitchen table.

“It is a big deal, this place is amazing.” Your voice is soft as you take in the room. Matt lets out a small chuckle, following you as you peak your head into the bathroom. “Oh a bathtub! I'll be using that” you say with a small excited shimmy.

Matt lets out a genuine laugh at you little shimmy causing you to turn and face him. “What?” You ask tilting your head to the side slightly.

“Nothing, you're just funnier in person than online” Matt explains while shaking his head lightly.

“Oh, okay” you say with a small shrug, not exactly sure what he meant by that since you slept most of the time on the ride to the hotel.

“We should get going.” Matt states as he walks over to the door that leads back out into the hallway. You give him a small nod and walk towards him as he opens the door for you. You give him a quick thank you before heading down the hallway to the stairs.

The two of you make your way down the stairs and back out to the car with Nick and Chris. Matt opens your door for you once again and helps you into the car before shutting the door and rounding the car to the drivers side and pulling out of the hotel parking lot. You're not sure what’s happening between you and Matt but it's something, and you're not sure if it's just you that's feeling it.

AN: I have no clue if this is good or not, I hate writing people talking if you couldn’t tell. this is kind of a filler chapter towards the end, but i hope you enjoyed it anyways💋

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forthevillains · 4 months ago

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Merry Xmas!!!! xxx as a late Xmas present to us Wesker simps could we pretty please cuz some more obssessive /yandere type Wesker pleasssseee!!! Love your work xx

MERRY LATE XMAS!<3 and thank you so much I really appreciate it!

I’ve been ill so I’m late with this and I hope it’s not as bad (wrote it w a fever lol). This is a short scenario that spawned in my head and wouldn’t leave so I hope you enjoy<3 btw no spice in this one as it wasn’t specified if you want it there or not

You've worked for Umbrella for quite a while, spending perhaps too much time in the laboratory, wondering about the new possibilities of what you were creating in there. You've always been very keen on developing new things, researching whatever you lacked knowledge of. You were smart, oh definitely, such a young thing with such a curious brain. Even if you didn't know it, it brought you very much advantages among your colleagues. Especially since a special someone took a liking to you.

Wesker's been around you ever since you got promoted, moved forward to do things of higher importance, to spend time with more privileged people who have fallen so passionately deep with their job you could barely keep up a normal conversation. Not him though, never him. He's always been an observant man, thus he noticed even the slightest of discomfort in your expressions. He always knew exactly how you felt, what you were thinking and sometimes it has made you feel uneasy at how easily he could read you. It all began so innocently you would’ve thought you found your soulmate rather than a future stalker, rather a madman desiring nothing more than to own, possess.

"In need of any help, dearheart?" he'd ask whenever he noticed you carrying way too many envelopes that they almost slipped past your tensed forearms. Little did you know that they were mostly empty, that it was him who purposely put so many in there so that he could seem like a gentleman, trying to help you out. And it sure worked on you every damn time.

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It was late, well past midnight. You were silently cursing yourself for making such a stupid decision to work during holidays. Everyone is with their family at the moment, having a great time, laughing together, telling each other stories from their wonderful lives and you? You were locked up in a lab, taking notes about the newest virus that Umbrella worked on.

The sterile silence of the underground laboratory enveloped the air, save for the soft hum of machinery in the background. You were just about to be done with it for today, your mind was going places, other places than where it should be at the moment and you could barely think straight when your mind was flooded with the images of your warm bed. You thought you could get distracted enough that maybe you wouldn't feel so terrible about having no family or friends to spend time with during Christmas, maybe feel a little more important, feel like you're being productive in a way... But it didn't work.

Suddenly, you could've sworn you heard footsteps. You turned to look down the corridor, but no one was there. Only the faint light from the lab panels illuminated the otherwise dark hallways.

You sighed, wondering just why did you think it was such a great idea to stay here during the night. What had your mind going places that were too far to get back from though, was the fact that Wesker himself decided to stay as well. You didn't talk to each other of course, you somehow ought to keep it professional and not intertwine with what he had to do... But the thought of being alone in here with him, even if he was in another room... The thought sent a strange mixture of frustration and... something else fluttering in your chest.

The quiet click of boots against tile echoed down the hall once more, and you turned just in time to see him approach. His tall frame, cold expression, and piercing sunglasses made him almost ethereal in the dim lighting, like a god descending from his private throne. Weren’t you a realist you would’ve definitely believed that he was indeed one.

"You're still here," he observed in his usual clipped tone. There was no question in his voice. It was simply a statement, one that you knew was far from casual curiosity.

"Where else would I be?" you questioned, immediately regretting that maybe that was a little too well played for him. That the right words would be all for you to vent to him, just like you’ve already done a few times. It made you anxious, eyes flicking away, trying not to meet his gaze. He could definitely notice, he surely knew…

You hated how he always knew when something was off. Of course he'd know that you were just avoiding how pathetic and lonely you felt outside these walls. Without anyone to talk to, anyone to ask for advice... You didn't have him. That's what he kept telling himself. That you're just so miserable on your own that you willingly overwork yourself, only to be around him. And he wouldn't have it any other way. You belong with him, you can’t be happy on your own.

A slight smirk curled on his lips. "Well there could be loads of answers to that question, dearheart. What's more important is... Where do you wish to be?" It made you think for a second and you nearly blurted out that you'd only wish to be with him, working on whatever he was working on, feeling his presence, being close to him, simply breathing the same air while being able to steal small glances. But you didn't. You couldn't say it out loud.

His approach was slow, calculated. He never rushed, never had to. He was certain of everything—of you, of your thoughts, of your desires. The closer he got, the more you felt your heart begin to race, against all rational thought. What was he even doing? Has he lost his mind?

You had no idea of any of his desires, not how much he wished for an opportunity like this, to get you all alone, all to himself, with nowhere else to run to. It was like a dream come true and he felt exactly like a kid finally getting his favorite candy. He was willing to take a bite, oh definitely and not just one, but he has yet to savor such moment.

Wesker reached you, and without a word, his hand came up to rest against the side of your face, cold but firm. His thumb stroked your cheek, and you flinched, not from discomfort, but from the way his touch felt as though it had always been meant for you—like it had been planned. Every part of you screamed to step back, to pull away, to find a way to escape, but his gaze held you in place, like a trap you couldn't escape.

"You're trembling," he remarked, his voice low, darkly amused. "Why? Are you afraid of me?" His eyes gleamed with a mixture of pride and something darker—something that felt like possession.

"I'm not afraid," you whispered, voice small and fragile. Even you knew the lie didn't hold weight. You were afraid, but there was something else too. Something that went far deeper. Mixture of that something with fear was weirdly addictive to you and you couldn’t decide whether you wanted to run or play along whatever game he’s come up with this time.

He tilted your chin up gently, forcing you to meet his gaze. The intense heat in his eyes sent a shock through your body. He'd always been this way, relentless in his desire to break you down, piece by piece, until you were nothing but a part of him. You were never truly free. Not when he was around.

"Don't lie to me," he purred, the words a dangerous promise. "I can hear your heart racing. Your body betrays you."

Your breath caught in your throat as his hand slid down your neck, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin there. It was a delicate touch, one that made your stomach tighten in a way you couldn't deny. A part of you hated the way your body reacted to him, how your pulse quickened when he was near, but you couldn't stop it.

"You like me, don't you?" Wesker's voice dropped even lower, almost a growl now. There it was, reading you like a book, saying words that even you didn’t know were true before he said them out loud. His fingers brushed along the collar of your shirt, sending a shiver down your spine. His control over you was suffocating, but the worst part was... you didn't know if you wanted to break free.

"I... I don't like you. I mean I do - not like that - I mean-" You fell silent. There was nothing more you could do, you know that he knew now, you only assured him by your nervousness.

Wesker's smile widened, but it wasn't kind. It was something colder, something darker. "We both know that isn't true. Don't play these games with me, darling. No need to be shy now." His lips hovered near your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "I like you too, you know?"

Your eyes widened. Normally you would’ve loved to hear those words, but the tone of his voice… You couldn’t quite figure out his intentions and it made shivers run down your spine. His presence alone was overwhelming at this very moment. His fingers threaded through your hair, tugging your head back slightly to expose your neck. The intimacy was suffocating, and yet you couldn't look away, couldn't push him off. His dominance was intoxicating, all-consuming. "Don’t be scared now, my dear. Believe that I take good care of what’s mine,” he manages a disappointed frown. As if you fearing him was hurting him in a way when in reality - he liked it. He wouldn’t necessarily hurt you, but he liked to see you trembling underneath his touch, seeing the battle you were having with yourself over what you yourself truly want.

"I'm going to make you feel so good you won't be able to go on without me, my dear, I can promise you that." His hand came up to caress your cheek, his fingers gentle on your skin as he looked into your eyes through his dark shades. "You’ll learn that soon enough, very soon.” And after he let out those words, you knew that there was no way back from this…

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