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whitedarkmoonflower · 1 year ago

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Prisoner Part 1

Part 1 – Sihtric x reader

Authors note: the idea for this fic came when I edited this screenshot from Season 5. It was not really an idea, just a feeling in the air that there was a story to be told and I just started writing not knowing where it will lead me.

Summary: Sihtric and Finan are sent to spy on Bebbanburg, but Sihtric gets distracted by an attractive widow and lands up caught and secured by the guards with no chances of escape.

Warnings: smut, 18+

Word Count: 3,887

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Getting caught and locked up in Bebbanburg’s fortress was definitely not part of the plan. Perhaps it wouldn’t have happened if Sihtric had stuck to the plan, but the temptation to catch a glimpse of the garrison and palisades from within the fortress was too strong to resist. The group of merchants traveling to Bebbanburg in wagons loaded with furs, spices, and fabrics seemed like the perfect disguise. Sihtric immediately noticed that one of the young women traveling with them couldn't take her eyes off him from the moment she saw him at the tavern in the village. Upon inquiring, Sihtric discovered that the young lady was a widow who continued her late husband's trade by selling silk and spices. It was a perfect opportunity. They were supposed to leave for Bebbanburg the following morning, and the fortress was a two-day ride away, so Sihtric had to act quickly.

"You'll see, I'll be back in a week," he confidently assured Finan.

"That's the most foolish idea I've ever heard," Finan responded, far from impressed by the new plan. "And what do you expect me to do if you don't return? What if you're caught?" he asked, growing frustrated.

"I won't be caught," Sihtric asserted, his confidence in his abilities as a spy, which he had already proven several times, unwavering.

Now he just had to convince the pretty little thing, who was casting lustful glances at him, to allow him to accompany the group of merchants to the fortress. Sihtric didn't anticipate it being a complicated task, as he positioned himself near the tavern's entrance, patiently waiting for the lady. He saw no reason why he couldn't combine pleasure with necessity. If getting inside Bebbanburg required to give a good hump to a pretty widow, he saw no reason not to seize the opportunity.

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Sihtric kicked the door shut behind you, his hands firmly holding you against his chest as he eagerly traced the contours of your body. His lips remained locked with yours, never breaking the passionate connection. Sihtric pressed you against the door, his hands slid down your thighs and started pushing your dress up, his hot lips moving down to your neck placing hungry kisses on their way.

“You are so beautiful, my lady!” he whispered in your ear, his voice husky yet soft, causing a shiver of anticipation to run down your spine. “Tell me, what do you want me to do?” Sihtric asked, catching you off guard with his question. It was the first time anyone had ever asked you that. In your experience, men could be divided into two types. There were those who didn’t care whether you enjoyed being with them or not, viewing women as mere objects meant to fulfil their desires before leaving them behind. You had learned to recognize and avoid them based on their behavior. Then there were the men who took pride in pleasing a woman, who liked knowing that you had enjoyed them. However, most of them were so confident in their ability to please you that they never even thought to ask what you desired. Some of them had been skilled lovers, but you quickly got bored of them, as they grew repetitive and too often sought your praise for their performance. So, you were pleasantly surprised by Sihtric's question, but truthfully, you weren't prepared for it. You hesitated for a moment, and suddenly, Sihtric took a half-step back from you, his hands let go of your hips letting your dress drop and went to your shoulders. His fingers softly trailed down your arms until he took hold of your palms and lifted them to his lips placing gentle kisses on your wrists.

“Was I too rush for you? Lady, if you are not sure you want this, please just say a word and I will stop,” his eyes searched yours, filled with questioning. This was entirely new experience for you. Such attentiveness was incredibly uncommon in your world, and you found it so sweet and arousing that it made you shiver in excitement, feeling a hot sensation building up in your lower stomach. You took a step closer to Sihtric, placed your hands on his neck and raised on your tiptoes to reach his lips, kissing him slowly but passionately. You bit his lower lip causing, Sihtric to moan quietly, and you instantly took advantage of his lips parting a bit to enter his mouth with your tongue and deepening the kiss, licking, and sucking at his tongue.

“If I were unsure of what I want, I would have never followed you here,” you smirked, pulling back to catch your breath. Sihtrics eyes darkened with lust and his hands were instantly back on your body, pressing you tightly to his chest, his fingers tracing your back down to your arse, squeezing it tightly only to slide up again caressing your contour. He moved his left hand to your breast, pinching it eagerly, while the other hand took hold of your neck and pulled your head closer to him. His lips were on your cleavage now, placing wet and sloppy kisses there, while his hands started to tug at the lances of your dress.

“Then tell me, what is it that you want, beauty” Sihtric whispered, “What can I do to please you?”

Your head was already spinning, and your pussy was throbbing in desperate need for him. His touch on your body was simultaneously harsh and gentle. His hands were big and rough. They were warrior’s hands used to swinging an axe or holding a sword, but his touch was incredibly gentle as he caressed and fondled your body with his fingertips.

“I want your tongue between my legs. I want you to lick me until I scream your name in pleasure and cum on your tongue,” you murmured in his ear, touching it with your lips, licking it teasingly and biting gently on his ear lip, “And then I want you to fill me with your cock and hump me hard and fast,” you continued and smile started spreading on your face as you heard loud moan escaping Sihtric’s lips desire consuming him at your words.

“Mmm, that is a delicious wish, my lady”, Sihtric chuckled licking his lips. He hastily pulled your dress over your head and dropped it on the floor. While you unfastened your underwear with your hands trembling in desire and anticipation, Sihtric pushed you against the door and sank down on his knees, his hands pulling your underwear to your ankles, so that you could easily step out of it. You felt his hot breath on your skin as he started to place wet, open-mouth kisses on your belly slowly sliding down toward your throbbing pussy. You tilted your head back, leaning heavily at the door, closed your eyes and spread your legs with a loud moan shivering in lust, desperately wanting to feel his tongue on your clit. You could feel his lips getting closer, placing a lingering kiss on your cunt and then with a soft moan his tongue finally slipped over your clit, spreading your folds and licking your pussy until it reached your entrance and then slid back to your clit. The sensation of absolute bliss washed over you, moaning in indescribable pleasure you slid you fingers into his hair and pulled hard on them, while your hips started to move against Sihtric’s tongue. Sihtric growled against your pussy. He certainly knew what he was doing as his wet tongue started to circle your clit with fast movements and his lips nipped and sucked at it.

“Oh yes, Sihtric! Yes, you are so damn good!” you whimpered as he continued licking and sucking your clit, while his fingers were pushing teasingly at your entrance. Your hips were already moving frantically against his tongue as he pushed his fingers deep into your soaked pussy, causing you to release a muffled scream, as he started to fuck you slowly with his fingers. Soft moans were escaping his lips telling you that he enjoyed every single bit of you in this moment and you felt you climax building up quickly.

“I am so close. Ahhh, Sihtric…,” you screamed his name as tears filled your eyes and you reached your high so intensive and strong as you had never felt before. Your thighs were trembling, your head was spinning and your whole body shaking while the waves of pleasure washed over you. Sihtric pulled out his fingers and his strong hands steadied you as you were about to lose your balance, while his tongue made the last slow laps around your clit. You looked down at him with half closed eyes, just to notice the lustful and satisfied smirk on his face as he watched you locking his gaze with yours. Sihtric raised to his feet and without waiting for your high to fade away completely, he grabbed you by your thighs and lifted you up wrapping your legs around his waist. You placed your hands on his shoulders and buried your fingers in his long and curly hair, your body still trembling. Sihtric carried you to the table in the middle of the room and seated you on it positioning himself between your legs. His lips crushed with yours in a passionate, hungry, and deep kiss, while his hands were hastily undoing his breaches. You drove his hands away and took over eagerly. As soon as they were loose enough you slid your hand in his breeches and pulled out his hard and leaking cock, stroking the full length of it and placing it directly at your entrance.

“Are you ready for your second wish?” Sihtric enquired, “Hard and fast?”

“As hard as you can,” you responded and gasped your breath taken away as Sihtric pushed in hard. He gazed at you with a questioning expression, but you just moaned in pleasure digging your nails into his back and enjoying how good his cock filled and stretched your completely soaked pussy. Feeling you adjusted to him, Sihtric slowly pulled almost completely out just to slam back into you harshly. You moaned again, making him fasten his pace, as he started to slam into you harder and deeper.

“Is it hard enough, my greedy lady?” he asked between his own moans of pleasure.

“More, give me more of you and faster,” you begged, leaning back until you were lying on the table surrendering to his lust and giving him the whole control. With a loud groan Sihtric placed your leg over his shoulder, took hold of your hips with his both hands and continued pounding into you, his breathing getting heavy as his own climax was building up. Despite the maddening pace he was not losing his eye contact with you.

“Are you still OK, sweety?” he asked with panting breath, “I don’t want to hurt you. You must tell me if it is too much for you,” he surprised you again with his attentiveness. His cock filled you up perfectly, brushing against your walls and you felt your high approaching fast.

“You are just perfect. Don’t stop… Oh, please just don’t stop. I am so close,” you whimpered looking in his big, mismatched eyes.

“I am close too. Goods… how good you feel! How well you take me… the whole of me…” Sihtric hissed, wetting his thumb with his tongue, and touching your clit. It was the final touch you needed, and you came again moaning loudly, your walls clenching around his cock, your body shaking and back arching against the wooden table. Sihtric followed you a moment later with a loud and hoarse groan. His thrusts became slower and gentler as he allowed you both to savour your highs and calm down. His breath came out in heavy pants as he leaned on the table for support, his eyes scanning every inch of your body. A satisfied smile formed on his face.

"You're incredible," he said, his strong arms pulling you up closer to him, wrapping around your shoulders, and pressing you tightly against his chest.

"You're amazing. I don't want you to leave. Can I accompany you to Bebbanburg?" Sihtric whispered, planting gentle kisses along your neck, collarbone, and back up again. "You're so beautiful and so good to me," he praised, his words intermingled with his affectionate kisses.

The question caught you off guard. A realization dawned upon you—apparently, the young warrior's interest in you extended beyond a good hump. He wanted to get into Bebbanburg and had chosen you as his entrance ticket. At first, you felt a sense of betrayal. But then, you couldn't deny that you hadn't been entirely honest with him either. It seemed both of you had missions to fulfil and were willing to do whatever it took to complete them. Moreover, you had thoroughly enjoyed him tonight as he had turned out to be a delightful distraction on your journey to Bebbanburg to spy for Constantin. There seemed to be no reason to deny yourself the company of this handsome and sweet young Dane. He wanted to get inside Bebbanburg? All right, if allowing him to this opportunity meant continuing to enjoy his good company in your bed for a bit longer, why not? Besides, you were curious about his mission in Bebbanburg as well.

You gazed up at him, a playful expression on your face, and planted a teasing kiss on his lips. "You think you were that good?" you playfully taunted him.

"Didn't you enjoy me? Wasn't I satisfying enough?" Sihtric responded, surprise and dismay evident in his voice. He had been so confident in his lovemaking that hearing the confusion in his voice made you smirk. Hell, he had been good, but you just didn't want to give in too easily.

"I don't know. I haven't made up my mind yet," you continued teasing, your fingertips lightly tracing his broad chest.

"But your sweet little mouth was saying something else just a minute ago," Sihtric countered, his thumb brushing against your lips before leaning in to kiss you. The kiss was gentle, in stark contrast to the intense, passionate, and rough kisses that had consumed your lips moments before. The tenderness of it made you moan with delight and surprise.

"I think I need a little more of you to be certain," you whispered in his ear, gently nibbling his earlobe. "At least a few more nights," you chuckled, and in that moment, he had his answer. You were taking him where he wanted to go.

The following day, Sihtric joined the merchants, weaving a fabricated tale about his desire to see the grand fortress by the sea. However, nobody was fooled. The flushed glances you exchanged, the tell-tale bruises on your neck, and Sihtric's lustful smiles were enough for everyone to understand the true reason behind his decision to accompany the group. Yet, you didn't mind. Cleverly disguising yourself as a wealthy widow had granted you much greater freedom of action, and now it was paying off.

The caravan moved at a slower pace than a lone rider normally would, granting you three whole nights to revel in the company of your newfound lover. Sihtric made sure not to disappoint you. You knew that when this will be over you were going to miss his strong arms wrapped around your waist, his kisses alternating between sweet and gentle, and rough and passionate, leaving you yearning for more, his confident touch on your skin and between your legs. He knew how to please a woman and were eager to showcase his expertise, and you were more than eager to reciprocate. And beyond his physical attractiveness, he proved to be intelligent, humorous, and an attentive listener. After making love, he would hold you close, sharing tales of his adventures—battles fought, and cities visited. In turn, he would inquire about your own experiences, attentively listening as you spoke of your journeys to Frankia and Ireland. Sihtric had mentioned the death of his lord and his intent to travel to Eoferwick, seeking Danish lords who might accept his oath and offer him a place in their service. While you did not believe this story, you kept your suspicions hidden. Sihtric was sweet, kind, attentive and captivating, and it turned out that you cherished his company as much as his body.

On the day you approached Bebbaburg, you started complaining about a heavy headache. The pleasurable part of the journey had come to an end, and you needed a valid excuse to retreat to rest as early as possible and preferably without Sihtric. With only two days to spend in the fortress, time was of the essence. Knowing that Sihtric was likely heading there for a similar purpose as you, you assumed he would be relieved by your sudden illness, as it would free him from your company in the evening, allowing him to focus on his mission. However, you were taken aback by his genuine concern for your well-being.

“Can I do anything for you?" Sihtric asked for the sixth time already, worry etched in his voice. "You look so pale. Would you like to rest inside the wagon and try to sleep during the final miles before we reach the fortress?" His words were accompanied by a touch of genuine concern. You sat at the front of the wagon, leaning against the arch with a pained expression on your face. Sihtric had promptly taken the reins from you the moment you mentioned feeling unwell. He had seated himself beside you, casting worried glances in your direction, occasionally taking your hand or gently caressing your cheek.

"It's alright, Sihtric. I'm not dying. It's just a headache, perhaps I caught a slight cold in this wind," you reassured him with a faint smile.

As the caravan arrived at Bebbanburg early in the evening, you were assigned rooms in the far west wing of the fortress. Lord Wihtgar was absent, but his wife eagerly welcomed the merchants. It seemed that Bebbanburg had not seen many visitors in quite some time. You received an invitation to join an evening meal served for all the travellers, but you excused yourself, citing the persistent headache, and retreated to your room. Sihtric followed you.

"Are you certain you don't want me to stay?" Sihtric asked, brushing his rough fingers against your cheeks and tucking the strands of hair falling into your eyes behind your ear. His behaviour caught you completely off guard. You had expected him to lose interest as soon as he achieved his goal of entering the fortress. Yet, there he stood, gazing at you with his captivating eyes, displaying genuine compassion and concern. He offered to stay by your side or to bring you some food if you weren't up for attending the feast. What was happening? You questioned yourself, perplexed by his unexpected actions.

"That's incredibly thoughtful of you," you smiled warmly, "But please, don't worry. You don't need to stay with me. I simply want to get some rest. Tomorrow, the lady of the fortress will likely negotiate every piece of silk I've brought. I need to be in good shape for that," you reassured him, gently guiding him towards the door. Sihtric wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and leaning in to kiss you.

"I will miss you, my beauty," he whispered, his hand hesitantly gliding down your arm from the elbow to your palm, where he pressed it lightly. Reluctantly, he turned away and made his way toward the great hall.

Sihtric strolled slowly along the lengthy corridor that led to the heart of the fortress. He was profoundly confused by the strange mix of emotions he experienced. When he initially decided to join the caravan, with the help of the young and attractive widow among the merchants, he had regarded it as nothing more than a pleasant side effect of his mission. However, the few days he had spent with you had stirred something unfamiliar within him.

You were not merely a beautiful and passionate lover; you possessed intelligence, authority, and a strength he had seldom encountered in women before. You had taken over your husband’s trade and had proven your competence and skill in what you were doing. Having travelled through various kingdoms, you possessed a wealth of captivating stories about distant places and people. You held your own opinions and fearlessly defended and debated them.

Tired and breathless after your passionate lovemaking, exhaustion and contentment settling upon both of you, Sihtric cherished the hours that followed. Lying together, wrapped in each other's arms, he held you close, breathing in your scent with his nose nestled against your neck, and enjoyed just talking to you. As the grand silhouette of Bebbanburg emerged on the horizon, Sihtric realized, to his surprise, that he did not want this journey to end so soon. He had hoped for at least one more night with you within the fortress's walls.

His mind was spinning with thoughts how to prolong the journey, to find a means to stay by your side or convince you to abandon the caravan and return with him to the village where Finan was waiting. Yet, he knew the thought was ludicrous. Why on earth would a wealthy, intelligent, and beautiful widow with her own successful trade choose to follow him to Cocchem? And even if she did, what would happen next? He had no answers to those questions. Sihtric had wanted to express his feelings, to share his emotions with you, but the words failed him. With a hesitant sigh, he had turned away reluctantly, making his way down the corridor. He had a mission to fulfil, and now that you were unwell and had declined his company, he believed it was the best moment to explore the fortress.

Descending into the inner yard, Sihtric leisurely strolled around the palisades and ramparts, meticulously memorizing their placement and assessing the potential number of men they could accommodate. As he neared the completion of his observations, a sudden noise jolted him. The hurried footsteps behind him hinted that someone was approaching, and Sihtric swiftly turned to face the person who was supposed to emerge from the shadows. Yet, before he could react, a blade was pressed against his throat from behind, and four guards emerged from a nearby pathway, accompanied by one of the traders scurrying behind them.

"It's him! He's Uhtred's man, I'm certain of it! I've seen them together in Lundene and Winchester. There's another one, an Irishman with a beard, but he stayed back at the village. It's just this damn Dane who joined us," the trader, who turned out to be one of the spies reporting to Wihtgar, hissed, pointing his finger at Sihtric.

"Take this piece of shit to the dungeon. Secure him properly," commanded one of the guards, seemingly in charge. "You are responsible for him with your life. Lord Wihtgar will return at latest in two days and will want answers from him."

Sihtric's face contorted with a scowl as the guards bound his hands, but he offered no resistance. It was pointless, with a blade pressed against his throat and four armed guards surrounding him. The plan had clearly gone wrong, terribly wrong, he thought to himself.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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moongeonight · 6 months ago

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Boss's "weakness"

Summary: Giorno is having a hard time with being the boss of passion and with some unexpected guests in his office, things become a little chaotic.

A/N: Me writing a fic?? 🤯 I've had this idea in my head for a while so I'm here to share it, Special thanks to @crimsonkingg22 for giving us Lee giorno's content, thanks for the food 🙏🏻

(this is a tickle fic!)

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Giorno was currently signing quite a bit of paperwork in his office as the new boss of passione, it had been going on a little hard for a few weeks but he knew in the end it was necessary.

suddenly he saw that the door opened slightly, he looked at the door but... There was nothing, with a sigh he returned his gaze to the desk and...

"Hi Giorno!"

He was startled by Mista's six bullets stand which were now on his desk, several saying his name and others just playing around.

"Hi!" "Giorno, what a beautiful office you have!" The six bullets said, Everyone talking at the same time that it was difficult to understand what they were saying.

Giorno had a small smile come onto his face when he saw the bullets, He was quite fond of Mista and his little stands.

"Hey guys, what's going on?"

Number 1 was the first to talk "Mista went out without us and he told us to tell you he wouldn't be back for a while"

the other bullets were just doing their own thing, number 6 was spinning around the office and 3 was trying to take a pen from Giorno's desk.

"Huh, ok then, He probably went off to buy some things somewhere, he sometimes do that, And number three don't touch that please" Giorno said as he gently picks up number three and puts it with the other bullets.

Giorno quickly grab all of the bullets up and sets them down on his desk "ok guys... I know you are excited but please stop messing around and calm down"

"Now listen, lunch is for another hour and i really need to finish my paperwork first... ok?"

"aaww...." All the bullets said clearly disappointed "Can we at least stay here? Pleaseeee"

"Huh? oh, i mean i guess you can" Giorno said going back to signing the paperwork.

"But please, just try to stay calm and not mess around, i don't want any chaos to occur ok?"

in fact the pistols were calm... For 5 minutes, before they started talking, floating and even fighting among themselves, Giorno was already used to this and although it was not the ideal he had to keep working, Having the little stands around was almost like having multiple children, Even if they were just parts of an actual person... or whatever the hell the bullets counted as.

Giorno just kept working, sighing and rolling his eyes sometimes when they got too rough or loud.

number 3 and 7 got on an intense argument, eventually they started to fight and they ended up kicking the documents off the desk right in front of giorno.

Giorno looked over at the documents and just stared at them for several moments, He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and he leaned on his desk, covering his face with his hands, he knew that his stress did not come from the bullets, it came from a lot of accumulated work, he really just needed a moment...

All the six bullets saw this and were immediately startled, They all flew off the table and sat on Giorno's head and said all together and sounding desperate, even number 5 start crying.

"WE'RE SORRY!! PLEASE DON'T GET MAD!"

Giorno could feel the bullets on his head and all felt bad, he was just overworking himself although he didn't want to accept it.

"No, no guys, i don't blame you all, i just... need a moment, I'm a little stressed, this whole change of power thing has been hard... just give me a few minutes and I'll be fine" Giorno spoke gently, mad at himself for not working better.

the bullets felt relieved to hear this, but they could still see that he was stressed and they really wanted to help him.

"how do we help Giorno? We don't want you stressed!" Number 2 said out loud, the others ones nodded in agreement, Number 5 was still crying but still nodded.

Giorno was flattered by the little bullets attempt to help him and he smiled slightly, To tell the truth he didn't know if there was any way they could help, the only way they could help would be helping with his paperwork..which they couldn't unfortunately, he didn't know what to say...

The bullets looked at each other, trying to think of a way they could help, that's until they saw how number 3 was floating stealthily near Giorno and since he had covered his face with his hands he had not seen him, number 3 just smiled a little mischievously while getting into Giorno's open chest.

And just when Giorno was going to remove his hands from his face, he felt a light sensation on the top of his ribs, that was when he looked up and realized that number 3 was missing as he soon realized that he had managed to get inside his suit.

"H-hey..! hey w-wait there, it-it tickles-s" Giorno said a little bit surprised as he started to giggle softly and sat up properly.

the bullets also looked surprised for a few seconds but started to laugh at the situation "we didn't know you were ticklish GioGio!"

Giorno stopped giggling for a moment and he got a slightly shy expression on his face, he was surprised that the bullets were finding entertainment in seeing him get tickled, but it wasn't like he was embarrassed, no.

"Ah- well um... yeah i am slightly ticklish" He went quiet, trying to keep a straight face but he couldn't help it, he started giggling again as the feeling of the stand tickling him increased.

number 3 continued to tickle him while he went deeper into his suit, he seemed to want to make sure Giorno had a nice break from the paperwork.

"that's so funny! I would never have thought that the boss of Passione could be so ticklish, what if a enemy use this against you!?" Number 7 said this with "concern".

Giorno could feel how the little tickling kept going, making him giggle even more, he couldn't help but smile and he even had to put a hand on his mouth to calm down a little and speak.

"Ah-haha don't worry...! nobody will know! I-I don't even think anyone would try to t-tickle me in-n a fight" He spoke in between giggles, taking a few breaths.

number 3 stopped tickling him but stayed in Giorno's suit "you're right, but what if they do? We have to make sure no enemies know that you're ticklish."

Number 6 was spinning around with a mischievous smile as he said "oh! oh! I have an idea!"

Giorno raised one eyebrow when number 6 said that, it didn't seem like a good idea but he was curious so he decided to hear the plan.

"hmm i have a feeling i may regret this but, go on... what is the idea?"

"we have to do some tickling training! So if bad people try to tickle you, you'll be prepared!"

Number 1, 2, 5 and 7 nodded and said all together "YEE-HAWWW!" Just immediately after they went to attack Giorno getting into the opening of his chest.

"Ah...! w-wait a sec-ah-ahahaah" Giorno let out a laugh before he could say anything else, he couldn't even stop the other bullets from getting inside his shirt before they started tickling his sides, he tried to push some of the bullets away but they seemed very determined.

"Ahahahahaha! H-hey wait a second guys..! hahaha!" He laughed loudly this time, unable to hold it back anymore, His face had an amused but exhausted expression.

"We have to make sure the training is complete! GioGio needs to be prepared for any evil enemy plans!" Number 5 yelled as the bullets were clearly having fun tickling Giorno.

Giorno was unable to hide the slight desperation in his laughter, he couldn't stand being tickled like this, by these many tiny bullets at once, He tried to speak through his laughter.

"Ahahaha! no nohoho! I appreciate the tra-ahahaha! T-training but-! Aha-hahaha! I th-think i'm going t-to ahahahaha lose my mihihind!"

"Hey! No complaining, this is for your own good Giorno!" Number 1 said in a cheerful playful tone.

Giorno almost yelled in laughter as the bullets started to tickle his armpits, it was a very weak spot that made him go crazy.

"Pfff- hahaha! Nahahahah wait! not my- hahahaha! My armpits! Anything but- AHAHahahaha!! My armpits!"

Giorno started to desperately try and move away from their tickling but they clung onto him tightly, not giving him any chance to escape, He laughed louder but also tried to regain some seriousness and speak.

"A-ahahaha! hey...! I- hahaha! I have to finish paperwork! Stop! Please...! ahahahaha!"

number 2 was pretty quick to respond while giving Giorno an evil smile. "Oh no no no! Your training must be complete first, then and only then will we allow you to go back to your paperwork"

Giorno blushed slightly when he hear this, even feeling flattered again, but this was replaced by desperate laughter as he received another round of tickling on his armpits.

"Ahaha, nohoho ahahahah! Oh-ahahahahaha! C-come ohohon! Please no more! Hahahahaha! My sides...! ahahaha!"

At that moment Giorno thought to himself that he was thankful that no one walked in his office and saw him like this, his reputation would be more than ruined.

"Aahahahah! please! ahahaha! I'm begging you already! hahahahaha! Just give mehehe a-ahahahahaha! A break! Stop already!"

when the bullets were actually considering stopping, the door was kicked open... It was Mista who, apparently, had arrived earlier than expected and upon hearing all the commotion, got worried and burst in.

"What's going on?! I heard what it seem... HEY! BULLETS! what are you doing?!" Mista scream when he see the image in front of him.

Giorno's eyes widened when the door was kicked open and Mista suddenly appeared, he could swear that he got even more red in the face than before, he was already blushing from the tickling but now it just increased more.

He had hoped that no one would see him like this, especially not mista, Even while being tickled so much he mumbled desperately.

"M-Mista!! Help-! ahahaha hehehelp me!"

The bullets stop what they were doing and as soon as they saw the door open and the figure who was there, they began to yell in surprise.

"MISTA!!" The bullets came out of Giorno's suit and flew towards their user, Leaving the poor boy to catch his breath.

"We are training the boss to defend against any enemies who dare to use tickling against him!!"

Giorno let out a sigh of relief when the bullets stopped the tickling, but then he mentally face palmed as he heard the bullets explain why they were Torturing tickling him, he could already see the look on mista's face when he quickly put a hand on his forehead and spoke in a tired and embarrassed tone.

"Ugh... not the best way to explain it guys..."

Meanwhile Mista immediately burst out in laughter when he heard the explanation, He leaned against the wall as he laughed, Never in his life did he think he'd see the boss of Passione being tickled by a bunch of mini stands all over his body... worst of all is that they were his stand.

"Oh... oh man, hahahaha! This is priceless!"

As he just look how Giorno was blushing and all out of breath from all the tickling, it was kind of adorable- wait, no. That's not the point, he had to do something.

Mista chuckled and rolled his eyes before speaking "Don't be ridiculous, That sort of training isn't necessary, Giorno would never let a enemy tickle him! Stop bothering him he need to work!"

the bullets looked at each other, a little sad because they had to stop their fun time with Giorno.

number 6 said almost with a pout in his voice "awwww but we wanted to help Giorno, we're worried about him, he's always so stressed, we just wanted him to have a little break from all the work"

Number 3 jumped into the air before replying with a mischievous smile.

"besides, it was really fun to tickle him!"

"I knew the training thing was just an excuse..." Gionno said muttering under his breath.

Mista shake his head slightly at the bullets reasoning and chuckled at the comment about Giorno never letting a enemy tickle him, but Giorno just stayed silent, clearly flustered and embarrassed by this situation which was not common for him.

"I appreciate the concern but yeah maybe the 'training' wasn't the best idea..." Giorno mumbled with a shy expression, he took a quick breath and spoke again.

"...but i guess if you really want to help now It's better that you guys just let me work..."

The bullets didn't seem too happy about this, they wanted to continue having fun and making Giorno laugh, but the look on mista's face made them realize they didn't have much choice at the moment.

They hovered in silence for a few moments, but number 5 was the one who spoke. "promise us to take a break from work later, okay?"

Sure Giorno was grateful that they were finally listening to him, but at the same time he knew he had to give them a bit of comfort , so he took another deep breath and nodded slightly.

"Yes, yes I promise to take a break later... I swear" He spoke gently and with a slight hint of tiredness in his voice.

Mista smiled upon hearing the exchange between Giorno and the bullets, he was satisfied with the agreement they made and spoke to the bullets.

"All right, you heard the boss, leave him alone, he has work to do" And with that the bullets said goodbye to Giorno and went to Mista's gun.

Giorno smiled slightly when the bullets had finally obeyed, it was sweet how much they cared about him being stressed but he really just wanted to finish his work, although the tickling has distracted him a bit.

"Thanks mista, sorry you had to see that, it was honestly a little... embarrassing"

Mista chuckled once more before replying "Oh don't worry about it, it was actually quite a funny sight to see you being tickled like that by they"

Mista smiled before continuing "But really, who knew you were so ticklish? I mean you're the boss of Passione, I would never have thought-"

"One more word and I'll give you extra work"

#sfw tickling community #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #lee!giorno #giorno giovanna #guido mista #jjba part five #jjba #six bullets #jojo's bizarre adventure #I really love the concept of the bullets being little tickle monsters ♥️#tickling fanfiction #tword community #geowrites!

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rainbowsnoodles · 6 months ago

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2024/6/8 - 11:23:36

(talking about depression, unfortunately. just venting/ranting/feel like saying something.)

sorry if this sounds slightly odd/off, but FUCK i love anti-depression meds. ones that actually work, that is.

the past few weeks, the meds i started taking a few months ago have finally kicked in enough for me to feel fucking amazing. they've been very slowly improving my mood and slowly bringing me away from feeling like complete shit, which had been really helping me out, especially with the fact that i'm trying to get into college, so i've been needing to do a lot of work that is nearly impossible for me to do when the depression is kicking my ass. for awhile i thought that working toward doing something that i actually fucking want to be doing, studying something i'm passionate about at a college, something i never thought i'd be able to do because i've been kind of poor my whole life, instead of working in a fucking kitchen (i have zero interest in food stuff), was the thing that was helping me feel better, cause the med took awhile to kick in, and i'm so used to meds not fucking working. but a few weeks ago, i started finding some things that make me really happy, and i've been like.. really fucking happy. happier than i've been in a long fucking time. and the other day, i talked to one of the doctors i go to, we discussed my meds, and i realized that these newer anti-depression meds are really working. like, i realized some weeks or maybe a month ago that they were definitely helping me and keeping me from feeling like shit, they were really helping me get shit done. but now i'm realizing i don't just feel better, i don't just not feel like shit, i feel really fucking good. genuinely happier than i've felt in years. the last time i felt this happy might've been like, 4-6 years ago. holy fuck.

many months ago, one of the doctors put me on a weird med, one i'm worried maybe i might not supposed to be taking but the doctors here are kind of weird, and it was really helping for awhile. it wore off eventually, now it mostly just keeps me from falling asleep all the time, but for awhile it was really helping my mood. but not like this. it's weird.

there's these different kind of emotions. over the past several years, i've learned that there are kind of two different kinds of emotions; ones that feel more genuine, like they're the emotions you're supposed to be feeling, your brain is doing normal, natural, healthy brain stuff. and then there's brain chemicals that are forced into you and force you to feel emotions you wouldn't normally feel in those moments. i really don't know how to help someone imagine what it feels like if they've never felt it before. you can feel the brain chemicals forcing you to feel shit you're not supposed to be feeling. it's honestly kind of scary. uncomfortable. especially when you're getting really stressed out for no reason and crying for absolutely no reason and the tears are forcing themselves out and you have no control over yourself and you can feel how wrong and unnatural it is and it's freaking you the fuck out and stressing you out even more and you're bawling your eyes out in front of a group of strangers and you're trying to explain to them that there's something wrong with your brain that's forcing this to happen and it's not natural and you would never usually cry about something like this, but instead of even at least trying to understand, they just keep fucking saying "it's ok to cry, you don't have to feel bad about it" like MOTHERFUCKER THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN. I'M NOT EMBARRASSED BECAUSE I'M CRYING. I'M SCARED BECAUSE I CAN FEEL CHEMICALS FORCING MY BRAIN TO DO SHIT IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DOING, AND IT'S FREAKING ME THE FUCK OUT. it's a really shitty experience. really scary when it gets really bad. and people don't really understand what you're talking about, and they just assume it's natural and you're just being embarrassed about it and that just makes the situation worse, because there's a big problem that you need help to fix and they're refusing to help you. it doesn't feel good.

and i've mostly experienced this with negative emotions, stress and sadness and anger and depression being forced by imbalanced chemicals, and it's really fucked up a lot of things for me, but with that other med, i learned that it can happen with any emotion. you can even feel fake happiness being forced into your brain. it's a really weird experience. again, really don't know how to explain it to someone who's never experienced it. it feels like happiness, it really does, but somehow something about it gives it away, you can somehow tell it's being forced by chemicals, by whatever you're taking or whatever else is causing it. and that med gave me that kind of happiness. it felt good, it really helped, i really needed it, but i like this one better. it kicked in more slowly, while the other one kicked in like i think either within a few hours or a couple days, but it's really worth it. it doesn't feel forced. i know it is, because it's a med, it's purpose is to force my brain to do what i want it to do, but it really feels way more natural. with the other med, i could tell, it felt really weird and off. but this one, i didn't realize it was caused by the med until i was reminded "oh yea i started taking a new anti-depression med a while ago". i really couldn't tell, it really feels natural. it's so fucking nice. it's so fucking lovely being able to actually feel happy, actually happy, like as if there are things in my life making me feel happy, it feels so fucking good. it doesn't feel like it's being caused by a med, it feels like it's all the nice things that've been going on in my life recently that are making me feel so good. it feels like how i felt 6 years ago. like there are actually things in my life to be happy about. actual reasons to be happy. it feels like my brain is working properly. it feels like it's doing what it's supposed to do, feel happy about the nice things in my life, like it naturally does. this depression, it was caused by shitty life bullshit for a long while, and then after my life got better, it just kept getting worse, and i had no idea why. it felt like more forced brain chemical bullshit, my brain being forced to feel a way it wouldn't naturally feel, forced to feel like complete shit for no reason. which is why i've resorted to meds, because obviously it now takes more than just fixing my life, now my brain won't fucking work properly and i have to force it to go back to being normal. and now, with these meds, i'm realizing it actually does feel that way, like i finally fixed it or something, at least partially. i actually feel like how i used to feel, normal, like my emotions are now actually properly affected by the things that happen to me and not forced to feel a way for no fucking reason, regardless of what happens to me. i feel like how i used to feel. more normal. which is the craziest shit. it's been 6 fucking years. holy shit.

i can listen to music that makes me feel good and look at stuff on social media that makes me feel good and i can actually feel good, not fucking dead inside and depressed and incapable of actually being happy because fucking i don't know, life just hates me i guess. i don't know why my brain stopped working like it's supposed to. does that happen after life has just pushed you down and fucked you up for years? does the depression just kind of start to stay and force itself into you after awhile, regardless of how much your life has improved later? i don't know. but something fucked up my brain. hell, it could've been hormone bullshit. my testosterone stopped working a year or so ago, and my fucked up hormonal bullshit kicked back in, my hormones got all fucked up and i was having panic attacks for no reason and crying for no reason and my arms kept flinching uncontrollably and i kept feeling like i might pass out. after i got that problem fixed, i noticed the depression was getting worse for no reason. maybe, for all i know, my fucked up hormonal problems left an affect on me that refused to go away. i don't know. i have no idea what happened to my brain, but i needed to fix it, and i'm so fucking happy that i finally found something that's fixing it. holy shit.

i just felt like expressing this, it's been making me feel so fucking nice, nicer than i've felt since 6 years ago, which is obviously pretty big, and i'm really happy about it all. i can actually fucking be happy. holy shit. actually happy. not "oh look at this funny meme/video i found haha", actually happy. obviously, a difference that big, after 6 god damn years, is pretty easy to notice. fuck, i feel so nice now. i can actually genuinely enjoy things.

this is why i think assuming all meds are bad just because "it's not natural" is such a horrible idea. a lot of things aren't natural, margaret. you think your shoes grow on trees? i don't see you bitching about toilets. my older sibling does that, refuses to take meds. they're kind of a last resort/later resort kind of thing, obviously you shouldn't turn to meds for just anything, you should only take meds when it's the only/best thing that'll help. but god, they can help. and it's really important to remember that. humans invented medicine for a reason. my brain literally stopped working properly. i had to do something. sometimes shit just happens and you have to take some meds to fix it. i also have to take meds to keep me from having really bad heartburn every day and meds to keep me from pissing every 2 hours. shit happens. life's a little bitch. sometimes life spits in your eye like a little asshole and you have to spit right back in its eye by taking some pills to keep yourself from wanting to end it all. same with how i had to spit right back in nature's eye by stabbing myself with a needle every week so i can grow a beautiful moustache. shit happens. it's not like the meds i take are any less natural than the instant ramen i'm eating. a lot of good things aren't natural. a lot of bad things are natural. breast cancer's natural.

ranting. this is beyond the point. the point is that i'm happy. fuck. i can listen to music and actually feel good. god damn it. thank fuck for modern medicine. i hope that one day i won't have to take these. but right now i need this. god, this is so much better than laying around feeling like shit about myself.

#ranting #depression #mental health #❤❤❤‼

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psychoticwillgraham · 7 months ago

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nvm, gonna do the second prompt in a separate post, so here it is!!

“I think I’m in trouble.” with Damien/Bim

TW: mentions of cannibalism, general sexual content (more like foreplay rlly rather than actual sex), d/s dynamic, blood and gore, muzzling (if i even need to warn for that), CBT (and not the mental health kind, if you know what i mean), threats of castration (don't worry, it'd grow back bc they're both immortal)

"I think I'm in trouble, aren't I?"

Bim knew that for a fact, he was. Damien had given him one task: to go one week without eating someone. Damien knew that the longer Bim went without killing, the more feral and ferocious he got during sex. It was sort of a game between them, to see how ravenous he could get before turning his hunger on Damien. Damien didn't particularly like the cannibalism aspect of Bim's sex drive, and actively encouraged him to seek it out with Murdock, but Bim secretly loved trying to push it to the point where he'd have to feed from Damien. The resulting sex would be disgusting, fierce, and passionate, and deep down, Damien truly did love it.

But tonight, Bim had failed, by only three hours.

It was currently nine pm, and the deadline was midnight, as always. He'd been so close, but in the end, instinct won out.

So here he was, in what was dubbed 'hell,' also known as the torture dungeon where certain ego's more... illegal activities took place, hovering above a body that was unrecognizable as having been a person, blood caked on his face and currently dripping lazily onto the floor. Damien stood over him, tsking at him, his presence heavy and foreboding, his disappointment heavy in the air.

"You had one task, and you failed, yet again. Typical," Damien sighed, kicking the mangled corpse with his blood soaked shoes. Looks like he'd have to get those replaced, again. Oh well, he thought to himself.

Bim was still panting heavily, that wild and feral look still in his eyes. He looked like an absolute monster. But he was Damien's monster, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Unfortunately, he had failed a task, and had to be punished.

"What, did you actually expect me not to fail? You should really know better by now," Bim laughed, smug and raspy as he turned his face up towards his master, Damien. Bim still had a death grip on the bones of the man's ribs, idly stroking them.

Damien's patience had already worn thin, and as Bim laughed, he snapped. In a blur, Damien reached down, swiftly grabbing Bim's blood caked hair, and pulling with enough force that he was certain tore strands loose, pulling him up to bring them face to face.

"Enough. I'm beginning to suspect you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Damien spat, hand in a death grip on Bim's hair. He could see Bim's eyes beginning to well up at the edges, as a result of his iron clad hold. Bim just continued to smile, a toothy and wide one. When several moments passed without him speaking, Damien growled as his grip tightened, yanking Bim's head back enough to expose the bloodied column of his throat.

"Answer me, you worthless pig."

Bim moaned at that, forcing himself to speak.

"Fuck. You," Bim snarled, and before he knew it, Damien was pulling something out of his suit jacket, and wrenching his head to the side, wrestling with him to clamp something over his mouth, quickly subduing Bim and buckling it painfully tight behind his head. Damien's hand had left his hair, opting instead to grip his wrists, welts no doubt starting to form from the force of it.

The fucking mask. It was the fucking mask.

Damien knew how much that fucking thing humiliated him, making him feel like he was in the fucking Silence of the Lambs and was being mocked. Of course this bastard pulled it out.

Bim was now standing ramrod straight, snarling and attempting to wrestle himself from Damien's grip to no avail. He was truly at Damien's mercy, and if he wasn't already hard as a rock, he certainly was now.

Damien had the most smug look on his face as he brought their faces together, mere inches apart, his breath hot on Bim's cheeks.

"There we go, perfect," Damien grinned, too sharp and completely terrifying.

"Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to chain you to the floor, naked and muzzled, and I'm going to have my way with you. You'll be completely at my mercy, forced to obey me," Damien's breath was now hot and heavy at Bim's ear, his voice slow and smooth. "And, if you come before I command you to, this," which was punctuated by a rough grope to Bim's clothed cock, "will have to come off."

Bim sucked in a sharp breath at that, his hips subconsciously moving against Damien's hand, as Damien licked the shell of his ear.

"Do I make myself clear?" Damien commanded.

Bim nodded his head, whining as Damien continued to knead at his cock through his pants.

"Perfect."

#will's fics #tw: blood and gore #i mean its one of my fics #expect EVERY possible tw at this point #this is nasty and i will NOT apologize

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written-in-flowers · 2 years ago

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Hii, love your work!! would you do any headcanons for aegon? or a aegon/aemond/reader-headcanon

Thanks!! I'm gonna go with Aegon (maybe some Aemond) for this one, because I have THOUGHTS:

You know that couple that fights in the middle of a grocery store parking lot, but then goes on Instagram and posts things like "hubby took me out last night! #loml #rideordie #couplegoals #mykinghisqueen'? Yeah, that's you and Aegon.

Y'all are a plague on the Targaryen household. Alicent has so much trouble keeping you two from being TOO out there, you know? When she hears you both started a butt-naked horse race through the Street of Silk, she has to scold both of you. Yes, you're both hungover, and yes, it really was a win-win situation in the end.

You both love playing drinking games. Whether with other people at a brothel or tavern, or in your royal apartments during dinner. You guys enjoy being in each other's company. Everybody else is so boring, and don't know how to have the kind of fun you both have.

You were forced to marry by your parents, since that's what Targaryens do, so you both thought you'd make the best of it. Neither of you is entirely keen on being a ruler. You both hate court life, having to be present at boring occasions and having to listen to courtly rules. You preferred the freedom of city, where coin mattered more than name.

You guys talk about travelling, and do go on small progresses around Westeros, but you both mainly stay in King's Landing. You liked being amongst the people, living like they do, rather than having to always be around waiting on dumb court things.

Couples who shade together, stay together. You each like standing in the corner of a room at formal events and just dissing people quietly to one another. "Have you seen how leathery looking Lady Manderly is? Is that normal?" "I don't think so. She looks like a bag." *clink glasses and snicker*

You guys do have your soft moments. Whenever you're both too drunk to physically do anything, you both start reminiscing about your youth and things that happened recently. It becomes a real heart to heart when you start talking about your parents (take that how you will). He's really tortured on the inside, and doesn't exactly know the best way to handle it, like Aemond. He doesn't like that his mother pushes him so much, and it never seems to be enough. His father hasn't named him heir in twenty-years, so why was Mother so adamant you behave a certain way? He believes he isn't worthy, isn't enough. Then, you come over to him, kissing him softly, whispering that he is.

You have your occasional drunken spats (grocery store parking lot). It usually starts with a misunderstanding or a miscommunication somewhere in the middle. You're both usually super drunk or severely hung over. After tensions cool several hours later, you participate in some very steamy, passionate, rough sex.

Servants of the Red Keep can only recall two Big Fights: after the servant girl Dyana, and when you heard about the child fights. The poor serving girl begged for your forgiveness, crying and telling you what your husband had done. You comforted the girl, giving her over to your lady-in-waiting, before STORMING her bed chamber where Aegon laid fast asleep. Those who can be trusted claim that Prince Aegon tried his best not to wince or limp after several shouts, broken items, and painful screams came from your bed room. You assured your mother that you and Aegon participated in some 'rough play', but really, you kicked the shit out of him. Aegon has not done it again since.

Big Fight Two was after Ser Arryck informed you of your husband's whereabouts. You'd spent some girls' time with Helaena, her twins, and the children you and Aegon shared. You were horrified when you learned what exactly went on in the pit, and what the children were forced to do. Once again, Aegon felt the wrath of the dragon inside you. You didn't speak to him for weeks. You'd never felt so ashamed to be his wife in that moment. You made a motion to the small council to stop the fights and reform the city watch to get rid of the men taking bribes, but...nothing ever happened, because men are in power and they suck.

When it comes to people outside your relationship, you both can be very protective. You'd scratch out the eyes of anyone who hurts Aegon, and he'd punch anyone who dares slander your name. He can't do much, but Aegon enjoys thinking he can fight and who are you to crush his dreams?

Aegon KNOWS how to satisfy you. He's learned your body inside and out, and is eager to please you. He's a sub. He's a boy with mommy and daddy issues who wants to make his one favorite person happy. He enjoys being tied down while you tease him with your lips, tongue and hands. He'd tremble, and blush, and whimper for more before you finally decide he's been a good boy.

***

The times you've considered Aemond, nothing has ever come from it. You've drunkenly offered yourself to him on the nights he carries you to bed, since Aegon is too drunk to do it. He'd laid you down on your sheets before you grabbed his collar and brought him down to you.

You kissed him, hard and deep. You thought he might've given in for a second before he pushed away. He said you were his brother's wife; it would be wrong. You then mentioned in the eyes of The Seven, everything Targaryen did was wrong. There are records upon records of The Faith and House Targaryen being at odds. One little night together wouldn't hurt.

You brought him close again, but he gave another firm 'no' and you dropped it.

The next time came when you watched him and Aegon train in the yard. Aegon sometimes came out for exercise or because you forced him out of bed early, so why not? You kept your eyes trained on Aemond, seeing his tall figure move so swiftly around Ser Cole. How can he move that fast? He's so tall and big! You wondered what else was big ;)

While Aegon went off somewhere, you approached your younger brother. Seeing the flirtatious glint in your eye, he immediately said 'no'.

"You don't even know what I was going to say?"

"I can tell. No, Y/N."

"It'll be fun, though."

"I said 'no'."

"Fine. But, it's always on the table...unless you want it somewhere else."

And that was the end of that, but...maybe like...every so often...you might be thinking of Aemond when Aegon's the one beating your kitty up. He's big. Yeah, he's gotta be. Why else would he keep it a secret??

A/N: hope you liked this one! I've never really done headcannon stuff like this, since I'm so used to writing a fic instead, so this was a fun challenge. Literally just thoughts, not a lot of filter for this one. Thanks for requesting!

Feel free to send them in!

#aegon targaryen #aegon x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii x reader #aegon the elder #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd drabbles #hotd imagines

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ramp-it-up · 3 years ago

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Little One

#RampitUp1Kinktober Day17

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Agent!Reader

Summary: Ari is your superior for this mission. How will either of you survive the training?

1Kinktober Kink: Anal

Word Count 3K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk, mutual pining, enemies?to lovers, sparring, virgin reader, power dynamics, undercover mission, faux marriage, mile high club, fingering, dirty talk, oral (m receiving) vaginal sex, Sir kink, size kink, anal intercourse. Not-so- private sex act. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. Dividers by @firefly-graphics

A/N: This is my first Ari fic and I have to confess: I haven’t seen the movie, I know nothing about the agencies involved or the politics really, I kind of made all of that part up. The reader is in a sort of Widow organization and, again, I made her allegiance up.

This for the 17th DAY of #rampitup1Kinktober! TYSM for following me! 🧡

I Do NOT Consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself.

You’d dedicated yourself to the order at 17. You believed in what you were doing, so much so that you agreed to be sterilized a year later.

And you took a vow of celibacy.

After all, you thought, you probably wouldn’t live long and temporal things such as sex and children were hindrances and dead weight.

And love?

Well, love was for fools, not for fighters.

Until you encountered Ari.

There was something about him. His passion, his dedication, and his soul that set yours on fire.

The fact that he was jacked and his eyes seemed to reach out and want to drown you in their endless pools did not help your cause of being alone in this unexpectedly long life.

Living 10 years beyond the time you vowed to die was exhausting alone.

Perhaps it was fate that led you to Ari.

The first time Ari saw you, he saw a 27-year old idealistic child who had experienced the world, but not anything of real life.

He also saw a beautiful woman who had been neglected of carnal pleasure.

Being assigned to be your supervisor on this joint mission was convenient, because he could gauge your dedication. That was part of his mission for his superiors.

His mission for himself was quite different.

Sparring with Ari was exhilarating, partly because he made you dig deep and get better, but also, you could put your hands on him legitimately, and him on you. You began to look forward to the daily briefings and beatings at the hands of your superior.

In more ways than one.

Ari dodged a spin kick that was nearly perfect and grabbed your leg, throwing you on your back and allowing him to lunge for your head.

Your legs shot up and enclosed his, tripping him onto the mat and allowing you to straddle him, your elbow in the perfect position to break his nose.

Then you made the mistake of looking him in the eyes.

“You’re beautiful when you’re riding me, y’know that?”

You hesitated at that a second too long and that gave him the opportunity to grab your arm and twist it behind your back, and get behind you, his short-clad crotch planted firmly in your ass and bare chest against your back.

Your own chest heaved as you felt the hair on his torso around the back of the sports bra you were wearing and you tried to control your pebbled nipples.

No man, or woman for that matter, had ever affected you this way. You felt his cock get hard as he held you there, yet he didn’t release you.

“You’re going to risk your life for some pretty words and some dick? You need to focus.”

And with that, he threw you down on the mat, where you lay for a second to get yourself together.

You got up and stood before him at attention, staring off into space as he circled you.

You frustrated Ari to no end. He knew that you could have easily killed him just then if you had only concentrated. He also knew he should have killed you because you faltered.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, Sir.”

What was wrong with you was there had been several weeks of sexual tension that you finally admitted to yourself. Even though you weren’t riding Ari, you’d break your vows for the chance, you realized. So he would have to kill you to get rid of you now.

You were in love with Ari Levinson.

Ari walked beside you and admired your profile. Sweat made your dark skin glow and your body… he looked you up and down. Your body was perfect. He’d had to jack off several times a day to keep himself under control.

He could command you to fuck him, the superiors had decided that if that must be for the good of the cause and mission, so be it. It was his job to break you in. But for the first time in his life, he didn’t agree.

He didn’t want you to be his because of a command. He wanted you to give yourself willingly. And he was a smart man, but he was just now realizing the signs.

Ari walked behind you and stood very close to you, his heat warming your up, yet making you shiver. He saw your reaction and smiled, but dropped it when he walked around to face you.

“Get packed. We’re on the move. Mission begins tomorrow night in New York. You have your gear in your room. We leave in two hours.”

And with that, he walked out of the room to go jack off again, but you didn’t know that. You were left with your head spinning at the thought that the mission was tomorrow, and would most likely be finished soon. That meant you would have to leave Ari.

You dropped your head for one minute, then raised it and sucked it up as you headed to your room.

You were surprised at the gear in your room. In the middle of the room was an Hermès trunk, filled with a selection of high end wardrobe, complete with matching Birkins and shoes. Laid out on the bed were several evening gowns, which looked as if they would fit you perfectly.

On your dresser was a case full of very convincing jewelry, gems that looked very real, although you knew they couldn’t be. Another case contained luxury skincare and makeup.

You felt very giddy for a girl who never played dress-up, but spy.

You were on your way to the airport, showered and dressed in posh traveling clothes, Ari by your side, similarly attired.

“What is the assignment? What is the duration?”

You needed some answers.

“We are married, darling. We are the Beckers.” Ari looked at you and texted out an American accent. You smiled back and did the same.

“Of course, Dear.”

You smiled at Ari and his heart skipped a beat, although he continued.

“We’re in New York for the season and to peruse artwork for our collection. Of course the artwork in question would do great things for the cause. Four weeks, although it could be a little longer.”

You never in your 10 years in the life had you wished for a mission to last longer. You just nodded and looked ahead at the road ahead.

You boarded a private jet, being greeted by the pilots as Mr. and Mrs. Becker. The mission had begun.

You heard Ari inquire about the plane as the attendant served wine.

“And the bed, is it a king sized?”

The attendant frowned as he looked from Ari to you. You had no clue that this plane had a bed. It was a 10 hour flight.

“N-no Sir. It is only a queen.”

Ari tsked. “It’s a shame. The Missus and I would like to take a proper ‘rest.’”

He winked at you and you reached over and took his hand, looking him straight in the eye.

“Sorry Sir, Madame. I hope that it’s comfortable.”

“We’ll make do,” you smiled at the attendant as Ari chuckled and caressed your hand with his thumb. Electric currents shot from your hand to your cunt.

After a leisurely, delicious dinner with excellent wine, you were led back to the bedroom portion of the jet.

You started to speak and Ari held his hand up to his lips and silenced you. He started some music, then nodded.

“This is quite the show.”

Ari nodded slowly.

“It is, isn’t it? I’ve recorded some sounds to play of… lovemaking… to make it belivable….”

Ari reached for his recorder and you stopped his hand.

“Why do we need a recording?”

Ari did not want to believe the real question you were asking.

“Because that is the cover, we are a randy married couple who cant keep….”

You threw yourself at Ari, landing on his lap as you sat him down on the bed. Your lips met his and you bit his lip to get him to open. You slipped your tongue inside as he groaned from want. You were a virgin, but you had been kissed.

Ari chuckled.

“What was that, Little One? What are you doing? This is a different sort of attack.”

He’d never called you that to your face, only when he was alone and in his dreams.

You started taking off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. He didn’t resist.

“I say we go for method acting.”

Your eyes were on your hands as you undressed him. Ari took your chin and tilted your head up to meet your eyes.

“What are you asking, Little One? Use your words.”

HIs eyes were so spellbinding and he looked so sincere. Damn, he was a good actor.

“I want you to take me. Here, on the plane. May as well get it over with.”

Ari looked at you questioningly.

“That is why we were paired? It was decided that I be of use that way? Part of your job is this mission, but the other part is to… break me in?”

You’d heard tale of others and how it went for them. You were grateful it was Ari.

You were beautiful, deadly, and smart. Ari was in awe of you.

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want to do…”

Inside, Ari was thrilled that you’d considered it, and wanted it. It would make some things so much easier.

You stood up and took off your top. You revealed a translucent lace bra, which clearly showcased your nipples. Ari licked his lips as he watched you turn around and take off your pants, bending over to push your ass in his face. He wanted to grab it, but restrained himself.

You turned back around. He appreciated you in the lingerie. He’d taken his time and picked it out, guessing correctly that it would look amazing on you. He’d never dreamt that you would be so willing. He had no idea how willing you were.

“This is part of my training. Yes?”

Ari wanted to throw you on the bed and take you roughly, but you were right.

“Yes.”

He stood up and pulled off his pants, revealing a large, hard, and leaking monster of a cock, at least that’s how it appeared to you. Then he sat back down. He looked up at you.

“Keep in mind. You will get the complete education tonight. But your body has been conditioned to take almost anything. On your knees.”

You obeyed, confronted with the large organ in front of your face as he fisted it, hand sliding up and down the large shaft, making the shiny red head disappear and reappear. There was some liquid a the tip, and you looked at it and then up at him, curiously.

Ari could not help himself. To have you on your knees and so innocent for him, it was almost more than he could take.

Ari smiled. “That’s a normal part of it. Taste it. Give me your mouth. Open.”

You did as you were told, and Ari grasped the back of your head and brought you over to his cock.

“Stick out your tongue.”

You did so and Ari swiped his cock up and down its length. You looked up at him while he did it and his eyes almost shuttered closed. His lips parted and he licked them.

Damn, you were making him fall apart. Your little innocent hot mouth was driving him crazy.

“So good, Little One. Now, suck it.”

You smiled and leaned over, sucking the tip, not really knowing how to hold your mouth. As a result, saliva spilled out and you reached around him to clean it up, sliding your hand up his shaft to collect it. Suddenly you felt Ari shiver and moan. You looked up at him in surprise.

“Holy Shit!” Ari gasped. “Keep doing that. Holy fuck, yes!”

You smiled and moaned appreciatively in your throat as Ari watched. You sensed movement and your eyes went to his balls, which were drawing up against him. You tentatively reached out to feel them and Ari moaned again.

“Shit, girl. You’re a prodigy.”

You picked up on his cues and started stroking his shaft and kneading his balls as you sucked him, trying to go as deep as you could.

The fact that you were so into it made Ari start to loose control. He grabbed you under your arms and threw you on the bed as you giggled.

“You’re trying to sidetrack the lesson. Let’s move on.”

You couldn’t see him come apart so fast.

Ari leaned down and started kissing and sucking just below your ear.

“We’re going to move quickly, the advanced course, but I’m going to get you ready for me.”

Arr’s whisper was doing things to you; you could feel yourself clenching around air and you moaned as he took his time trying to find what made you react and how. When his mouth reached your breasts, you went wild, and he took note.

As you were squirming under his mouth, he trailed his hand down your side to your hip and over to your mound. He parted your lips with his pinky, and the rest of his large hand grabbed rubbed both holes.

You keened loudly, and Ari chuckled in your ear.

“Now that’s what they need to hear.”

He didn't say that he needed it, too. He slowly slipped one finger in your pussy while his pinky ghosted your puckered hole.

“Fuck, Ari….”

He looked down on you, your beauty in this moment unmatched.

“D’you like that Little One?” He smiled as you nodded. “You are little, pussy so tight.”

He pushed another finger in your cunt and his pinky into your ass. Your back arched as you lubricated his hand and your mouth opened in a breathless moan as your eyes fluttered closed.

“Fuck, so, so good, Ari.”

“Hmm.” Ari grunted, done in by you. “You think you’re ready?”

You opened your eyes, blazing. “I’m always ready.”

If Ari wasn’t in love before, he was now. His unoccupied hand smoothed your hair back and pulled, causing your smiled to widen.

“My brave Little One. I always wondered if you’d be a hellcat in bed. Wasn’t expecting that the first time.”

“Have you ever met me?”

You were laughing at him while he shifted, tip of his penis probing at you. Your laugh turned into a scream as he slid into you with a little resistance. He kept steady and he was home in your tight wetness in no time.

His face was in the mattress to gather himself as you panted and whined. He looked up at you when he thought his look was more stoic.

“Are you ok?”

You looked at him and nodded, “I’m good. I think I will be better if you start moving. Sir.”

Ari literally growled as he complied with your reverse order.

“You are going to be the death of me. One way or another.”

He shook his head and buried it in your shoulder as he started pumping, speeding up with intensity as your wetness multiplied. When you opened your legs and wrapped them around his back, was when he let loose reared up and started circling your clit with his thumb.

Your eyes rolled back into your head and you started chanting, “Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes…” And Ari started swiveling his hips, searching for that spot that would make you…

“GOOOD GODDDD!”

Ah, there it was, you came around him, a shuddering, whimpering, mess, loud enough to have the desired effect upon the crew.

Ari grunted to hold himself back, but he wasn’t finished.

He pulled out of you as you lay curled in a ball, reeling from the sensations. He went to his bag and retrieved something.

“Up up up up.”

Ari pulled you up on hands and knees and rubbed your magnificent ass.

“Here’s the honors portion.”

And you felt something cold on between your cheeks.

“Oh!”

You jumped and shivered at the lube.

Ari took pity on you and guided you to lay down in front of him.

“This part can be very pleasurable, if you relax.”

Ari’s whisper in your ear was making you hot again. Your nipples perked up and Ari snaked his arm between you and the bed as his other opened your leg to play with your clit.

You started moaning and writhing within moments, and grinding your ass against his cock. Ari had to bite back yet another moan.

“Now Little One, grab my cock and push it into your ass for me. Like a good girl.”

The content of that sentence made you afraid, but the feelings your were feeling made you obey. You swiped his cock against your ass, actually finding the sensation very pleasurable.

And since you were in control, you pushed the tip almost fully inside you, wanting more as Ari kept pleasuring your clit and nipple. You wanted this.

So you pushed onto him, Ari huffing in your ear from holding back, until he popped inside the tight ring of muscle. You stopped, He was so fucking huge. But he felt so...

“Feels so….” Ari’s heart was beating out of his ears as he waited for your next words. “...so fucking Gooooood, Ari.”

“Fuck, Little One.”

He grunted in your ear and started pumping, you two still on your side, until you were begging him for more. Then, he turned so that he was behind you and could give better strokes.

“Fuck me Ari, fuck me, fuck meeeee.”

You were grunting and moaning and you actually started throwing it back on him.

“I think you might like this better than traditional fucking, Little One. I knew you were a prodigy.”

“Fuck. Yes. Sir.”

And Ari lost it, pounding into your ass until he came, his seed spilling out of you as you came clenching and quivering around him, so tight.

A few minutes later, you opened your eyes to Ari’s gentle demands that you get up and go to the loo, and shower. He handed you a bottle of water on your way into the airplane bathroom.

“Got to keep you healthy. You’re important to… the mission.”

You looked up at him.

“Right, Sir. Did I… did I do well, Sir?”

“You certainly did. A+ all around.”

Ari wanted to kiss you, but this was just business, right?’

You headed into the loo and looked back at him.

“Thank you, Ari.”

“My pleasure, Little One.”

You smiled at him and closed the door.

Ari flopped down on the bed and tried to figure out how he was going to survive this one.

I got so carried away. 😅 Let me know if you felt it too!

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ap-kinda-lit · 3 years ago

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Not With My Daughter!

Rating: T Pairing: Kawasara mainly, with a dash of Sasusaku too Summary: Sasuke sees something that doesn't please him one bit and he faces a realization that is much less palatable for him

Was requested to do a fic where Sasuke or Sakura catches Kawaki and Sarada a while back, but I finally did it! Here y’all go!

For the hundredth time that evening, Sasuke glanced at the clock. It was twelve past eight now. He grimaced. They should've been home by now... The Shadow Hokage anxiously drummed his fingers on his chair's arm. Sarada had left hours ago to train with her new teammate, the boy that Naruto had taken in. Kawaki, he thinks his name was? It didn't really matter right now. All that mattered to the Uchiha patriarch was that it was past Sarada's curfew and she wasn't home. Sasuke kicked himself. He never should've let her go off with that boy. He didn't trust him. This 'Kawaki' was new to the village, little was known about him, he had several incidents of trying to escape, causing chaos, and lashing out violently...and he was getting too close to Sasuke's peanut. Sasuke huffed and stood up from his seat. He couldn't take it anymore. He was not going to wait around while his baby girl was who-knows-where doing who-knows-what with a boy he barely knew. He was grabbing his cloak and house key when Sakura walked in. "Anata, where are you going? Is something wrong?" she asked. "No, everything is...fine." he was slow to finish his sentence. Sakura gave her husband a look and sighed. "Anata, you're not going to hunt down Sarada and Kawaki, are you?" she spoke with exasperation. "...perhaps..." Sasuke mumbled. "Sasuke-kun, I know they're late, but it's not late enough for you to go and terrorize the village looking for them." Sasuke grumbled something in disagreement. He draped his cloak around his shoulders and buttoned it, then turned towards the doorway. "Anata, at least leave your katana!" Sakura shouted after him, but Sasuke did not heed. He marched to the door, opened it and- Sasuke froze on the spot. He had seen a lot of terrible things in his line of work, but none compared to what he was seeing at that very moment: right there before him was Sarada (his sweet, innocent little girl) with her arms wrapped around the shoulders of none other than Kawaki as the two were locked in a simple but somewhat passionate liplock. Sasuke was first in shock which evolved into horror then, ultimately, an overwhelming and powerful rage. Sarada and Kawaki finally realized his presence and pulled apart from each other. "Papa!" Sarada squeaked in surprise. Sasuke's eye twitched. "Y-you..." he could barely speak through his all-consuming outrage. Kawaki said nothing and only stared back, looking alarmed. Sarada saw her father's Sharingan form and she quickly noticed his hand reaching for his katana. "Papa..." Sarada pleaded. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Sasuke's one-track focus was honed in on one thing and one thing only: the mohawked little bastard who had the audacity to put his nasty lips on his daughter. "You...prepare to die..." Sasuke growled out. "Anata!" "Papa!" Sakura and Sarada shrieks were lost in the ensuing clamor of Sasuke unsheathing his katana in a flash of electric light and Kawaki's arm morphing into a large shield to protect himself from the incoming blade which easily cut through. Kawaki leaped from the doorstep and hit the ground running from his attacker. Sarada and her mother could only stay back and watch as the family man pursued the poor young boy, attacking him blindly with rage. Sakura gave her daughter a nervous smile. "I'm sure Papa won't harm Kawaki...badly." she assured her. Sarada sighed.

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Sasuke eventually returned home, disheveled but fine and not quite as furious as he was earlier. Sarada and her mother talked prior to his return and Sarada was forbidden from going out for the rest of the week as punishment for not being home on time. Sarada went to bed afterwards and Sakura was waiting for her husband when he came into their room upon his arrival home. Sakura was giving Sasuke a concerned but amused look as he changed clothes. "I'm not apologizing for tonight." he promptly said. "I didn't say anything." Sakura responded. "You were thinking it." "Not really." Sasuke finished getting dressed and climbed into bed next to his wife. Sakura shifted to cuddle her husband and he responded by leaning into her embrace. "You did overreact, don't you think?" Sakura murmured into his chest. "I don't think I did." his reply was flat and matter-of-fact. "Anata..." "He had no right. He kept her past her curfew and he...did that...in front of us, her parents." Sasuke's irritation was apparent in how he spat out his last sentence as if it was a morsel of the most disgusting food he had ever eaten. Sakura propped her head up on her hand to look at her husband's face. "Sarada and I talked and she told me that she kissed him." she pointed out. "Sakura, don't tell me that." Sasuke cringed in disgust. Sakura giggled. "Oh, anata, I know that this may be hard for you to hear but Sarada is a young woman now. She's very capable of doing things by her own accord, especially things that we might not like." Sakura explained. Sasuke said nothing. He felt his wife's hand rest over where his heart was and she gave him a meaningful look. She sighed and continued, "I don't like it any more than you do, but it's a simple fact of life. Our baby...isn't a baby anymore." Still, Sasuke said nothing. As just about always, Sakura was right. He admired how she was usually right, but at times like this he wished she could be wrong more often. He really wanted her to be wrong in this case, but no. She was spot on. Her and Sasuke's little girl wasn't so little anymore, whether he liked it or not. To him, it felt like it was just yesterday that he was carrying her on his shoulders as he took her around the woods and sitting on the ground of their home with her, playing with stuffed animals and her numerous toys and listening to her adorable baby babble. But now she was a lot bigger and walked on her own two feet, played with kunai and shuriken, and preferred the company of a mohawked punk over her father's. Melancholy and nostalgia built up in Sasuke and a lump formed in his throat. Sakura could tell right away what was going on in his mind. She nuzzled her head against his neck lovingly. "But it's not the end of the world. No matter how old she gets or who she's with, she's always gonna want her papa in her life." she said. Sasuke's silence clearly meant he took what his wife just said into consideration. "...okay." he said. Sakura smiled. She gave her husband one last kiss and they said their 'good nights'. With that, they fell asleep.

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A week later, when her punishment was lifted and she was free to go out, Sarada came bouncing down the stairs. "Mama, Kawaki and I are going to the training fields to practice with shuriken. Is that okay?" she asked Sakura. Sakura glanced at Sasuke, who was sitting in his armchair reading a newspaper. "It's alright with me. What about you, anata?" Sakura said. Both Sarada and Sakura looked to Sasuke, waiting for his answer. Sarada looked anxious about what he would say. Internally, Sasuke warred with himself. The overprotective part of him railed against its cage, decrying his daughter going anywhere with a young man who was that close with her, but to no avail. The Uchiha patriarch swallowed and said, "Fine by me." Sarada smiled. "Thank you, Papa." "Just be sure to be back by eight, okay?" Sasuke quickly reminded her. Sarada gave her father a peck on his temple. "I promise." she answered. After that, she gave her mother a 'good bye' and skipped away to see Kawaki. Sakura smiled at her husband. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" "Yes, it kind of was." Sasuke said. He sighed and added, "But I'll live." Sakura nodded at him. All was silent for a moment until Sasuke spoke again. "But if he tries anything with her when I'm around, I can't promise that I will be merciful with him." Sakura burst out laughing.

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emerald-chaos · 4 years ago

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Touchdown

*gif not mine, credit goes to the owner*

I just want to take a moment to say thank you for the love on my last fic! It made my lil ole heart swell to see that peopled enjoyed it enough to leave a like or reblog.

This is just something special I had in my arsenal that I wrote for a friend a few months ago. I touched it up a bit and added a few things here and there. It all started when we were talking about how much we loved when Chris' accent got heavier after he'd been drinking, and well, I couldn't help myself lol. I hope you enjoy the fluff! xoxo

I apologize for any grammatical errors, I tried to proof-read but am also a little exhausted lol.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2844

Warnings: I don't think there's anyway? Mentions of being drunk/drinking alcohol, cursing, and illusions to sexy times, but that's about it.

You hadn’t noticed how furiously your knee was bouncing up and down until the person sitting next to you on the subway got up to move seats once the train squealed to a stop. You sighed and ran your hands down the front of your thighs. Normally being a little late didn’t bother you as much, but tonight you were meeting him.

You flipped your wrist over to check your watch. 8:30pm. In all honesty, it had probably been only thirty seconds later than when you checked it the last time. Another deep sigh escaped from your lips as you started to become hyper aware of the train remaining still at the current stop. What could possibly be taking so long? You knew he wouldn’t care if you were running late, but the time the two of you had together already felt so minuscule. You wanted to capitalize on every second you could.

The train began moving again and you slumped back into your seat, feeling only a small amount of relief. It was becoming painfully apparent that you needed to try and relax. You could feel the sweat building up on your body, the sting on your palms from where your fingernails were pressing in with a vengeance moments ago, and you could hear your heart thumping in your ears. Your hand dug around in your purse for a few moments before finding the small case you were looking for. Opening it, you slipped your headphones into your ears and let your head rest on the window behind you as music intertwined with your thoughts.

Once upon a time, you made fun of people who decided to go to grad school. What kind of a clown would spend thousands of MORE dollars and go BACK to school?? Not to mention the stress of the assignments, the due dates - it was not for you...or so you thought.

Now here you are, a regular booboo the fool.

NYU’s graduate program for design and merchandising wasn’t necessarily part of your 5-year plan, but when the opportunity landed in front of you it was difficult to pass up. NYU was a school you had only dreamt of attending back in high school. When you were a senior in high school you were able to tour the campus and fell in love immediately. Hours upon hours were spent researching grants, scholarships, and all sorts of ways to try to make it happen. However, the dream ended as most teenage dreams do - crushed. There was no way you or your parents could afford the loans that it would surely wrack up to attend the out of state university, and there was no way you could ask your parents take on that kind of debt just so you could go to college. UMass was the way to go - close to home and familiar. Not to mention you were able to obtain several scholarships and grants that helped bring down the cost tremendously. Little did you know, boring ole UMass would bring you one of the most important things in your life.

Applying for graduate school wasn’t an easy decision and one you couldn’t really take all the credit for. A smile crept across your face as you reminisced on the night you nervously brought up the idea to your long-term boyfriend.

“I think you should do it,”

“I know, right?” you scoffed, “it’s insane, why would I do something so stup...wait, what? You do?”

“Of course I do. This is something you love and that you’re passionate about. Do you know how many hours of my life were spent listening to you ramble about NYU?” he questioned with a grin.

“It will open up so many doors for you. We can make things work,” a chuckle escaped from those beautiful lips as he saw your dumbfounded expression. He wrapped his fingers around your waist and pulled you close, “What? Did you expect me to forbid it? Cmon, baby, what kind of guy do you take me for?”

You didn’t have a lot of wins in your life, but you did have Chris.

When you got accepted, he took off a week from work to drive you 3 and a half hours south to help get you settled and moved into your temporary new home. The two of you ate a disgusting amount of pizza, moved a ridiculous amount of heavy furniture in the middle of a summer heat wave, and enjoyed each other’s company before the long-distance thing would set in. Chris spent that week encouraging you every step of the way, talking you off the ledge when you were convinced you had made the wrong decision, and made sure to help you christen every possible surface of your new place in the most deliciously sinful way.

You bit your lip slightly at the thought and a warm feeling spread across your face. Chris was one of the most incredible people you had met in this world. Kind, caring, funny, intelligent, passionate, and god was he sexy. The connection the two of you had was scary at first, but now you just couldn’t imagine spending your life with anyone else.

The robotic voice came over the loud-speaker in the subway car and you were rudely ripped back to reality as it pulled into your stop. You hurriedly scooped up your bag and jogged off the train.

It had been a promise between the two of you when you moved that there would be equal effort when it came to visiting and keeping in contact while having good, open communication. Long distance was hard but the two of you were determined to make it work. FaceTime calls, hours upon hours of texting, and even as far as writing the occasional letter back and forth (because your boyfriend was a hopeless romantic and you loved it so much). This weekend was your turn to come home to visit, and of course your last class had to go longer than anticipated. Fuckin’ Tiffany and her stupid ass questions.

The muscles of your calves burned as you kept up your hurried pace, weaving through the crowds of people gathered on sidewalks outside of various clubs and restaurants. It was a weekend night and the Patriots were playing, which meant the city was more alive than usual. New York was it's own beast, but it was a different type of hustle and bustle. Nights like these made your heart ache for home - the thick Massachusetts accents, the rowdy voices of bar patrons arguing about the game, the hugs shared between family members as they parted after dinner, and the faint smell of nicotine and alcohol that hung in the air.

As the neon sign that hung in the pub window came in to view you felt your heart dip down into your stomach. Last weekend’s visit had to be cancelled due to some stuff coming up with Chris’ work and a surprise assignment for you, so you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in 2 weeks. With a deep breath you swung open the door and scanned the crowd for him. He told you that he would be there promptly at 7:15pm for pregame shenanigans with his friends - which actually translated to how many pitchers of beer could they suck down before kick off.

“Aw, come ON! That is such a bullshit call!”

You heard him before you saw him. Of course. A grin spread across your lips as you shook your head. The thought of leaving to avoid secondhand embarrassment crossed your mind briefly before you picked up your feet and made your way through the crowd toward the sound. A room full of people from New England and you would still recognize that voice anywhere.

Everyone else seemed to fade away as you saw the outline of the tall, dark haired man standing at the bar. The slight freckles that spattered the back of his neck, the Brady jersey that he spent WAY too much money customizing, and the signature backward ball cap were ingrained in your subconscious memory. Not to mention if you didn’t recognize his outline or his voice, you would definitely recognize that ass anywhere.

You loved how passionate he got about sports and the way his Boston accent seemed to get thicker with each beer he consumed. Growing up in the area, you wouldn't think the accent would send a tingle down your spine the way it does, but it was different - it was Chris. Not to mention the sparkle in his eye when he would watch his favorite team or the way he would get in to arguments whenever someone tried to say something negative about them. You loved your big, handsome, over-sized toddler man so damn much.

A light tap on his shoulder made him whip around, his slightly opened mouth from his interrupted conversation curved upwards into a wicked grin as he made the connection of who was finally standing in front of him.

“Hey there, handsome. I don’t see a ring on your finger. You single?” You grinned, feeling your entire body fill with warmth as Chris leaned back and grabbed his chest as he erupted in laughter.

“Nah, nah, nah, unfortunately for you I am taken” he responded as he snaked his arms around your waist, sliding his hands into your back pockets as he pulled you into his figure.

“That is too bad,” you tsk'd, running a finger down his toned bicep, “she’s one lucky girl.”

“I think I’m the lucky one,” he grinned. He leaned down to meet your lips in a kiss. You sighed into it, allowing your body to mold itself so perfectly into his. The taste of beer on his lips and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating - it was home. You immediately allowed him entrance as you felt his tongue glide along your bottom lip. Your body felt small in his strong grip and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit as he gave your ass a firm squeeze. Normally, this type of bold, public display of affection would make you cringe away but at this point you were lost in Chris that you had absolutely no shame. Each time the two of you embraced had always felt like the first. Your heart still fluttered and your knees still got weak, like you were a 16 year old being kissed for the first time.

In the middle of your reunion moment, however, something happened in the game that made the entire bar erupt in boo’s and curses. Chris lifted his lips from yours to look over his shoulder and inspect what he had missed. You laughed and shook your head as you pushed him back towards his friends and took a seat in the bar stool he had been standing behind initially. His large hands found a natural place on your shoulders. While his eyes remained glued on the TV he began applying a moderate amount of pressure to your neck and shoulders. You didn’t realize how much your body craved that touch, his touch, until you immediately melted back into him.

The bartender slid a beer in front of you with a wink and you mouthed your thanks. You felt a twinge in your heart as you looked around, taking in the atmosphere of the bar. This was a typical weekend night for the two of you whenever you were living together. Football, drinks, pub food, and friends. If it wasn’t this pub it was your living room, just a couple blocks away. You didn’t even mind that it was your first night back and you weren’t alone, spending it immediately wrapped up in your satin sheets. The atmosphere, the people - it was so warm and familiar that you really wouldn’t rather be doing anything else. Plus, being wrapped up together in the sheets was sure to follow.

“I missed you,” hummed a pair of lips as they placed a kiss on the shell of your ear. A shiver shot down your spine at the sensation of his warm breath fanning over your neck. You reached up a hand and connected it to the nape of his neck.

“I missed you too,” you replied, turning your head to plant a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

His arms changed position as he wrapped them in front of your shoulders and crossed them, resting his chin on the top of your head. Your hand absentmindedly rubbed his forearms as you nursed your beer and placed your focus onto the game for the first time tonight.

The laughter seemed to escape from your chest naturally and effortlessly the entire night, as it always had a habit of doing when Chris was around. The camaraderie between him and his buddies during a game was something you’d grown to enjoy over the years. Chris’ competitive nature and the way his jaw clenched when something wasn’t going the way he wanted was always kinda...hot. All of his friends were huge assholes, but in the best way. It was always entertaining to hear them jab at each other and do what they could to rile someone up. They were the life of every party you had ever attended and they had a way of making a boring night a lot more interesting.

Thankfully (for the integrity of the bar) the Pats won the game with a surprise touchdown in the last 30 seconds of the game. Chris, being the guy he is, bought a final round for his friends and a nearby group they had been going back and forth with all night. You couldn’t help but laugh as he drunkenly leaned across the counter and slurred his order to the bartender.

“I need a round for m’friends and for these assholes over here who thought Tom Brady was anything but a winner!” the group started yelling in protest and he simply waved them off and started sliding beers down the bar.

The group eventually moved to a bigger round top so everyone could shoot the shit and banter about the outcome of the game. You were tucked into Chris’ side, hands intertwined as he was passionately discussing the importance of Brady’s legacy with a stranger who made the mistake of stopping to talk to him. Your eyes followed the motion of your thumb as it traced small circles onto the back of his. Your other hand under your chin, holding up the weight of your head as your exhaustion started to catch up with you. Chris, although slightly drunk, picked up on your body language and raised your hand to his lips for a kiss.

“Alright, fellas,” he said as he stood up from his seat, pulling you up with him, “the lady and I are gonna call it a night. See you boys next weekend”.

“Chris, we don’t have to go,” you began to protest as he tucked his jacket around your shoulders.

“Mm, ‘course we do,” he replied with a soft smile, “you’re so tired, baby. I can see it in those beautiful eyes”.

You could feel your cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you rolled your eyes at his attempt at laying it on thick. After what felt like a proper 10 minute goodbye session, the group said their final goodbyes, hugs included, and you walked out of the pub hand in hand.

The walk home was filled with the sounds of cars passing by and conversation of what each other had missed in the week prior. Small talk typically felt like such a chore, but with Chris every conversation came naturally. Even when he had absolutely no idea what you were talking about, he would listen intently and ask all the questions as if it was the most interesting conversation in the world.

The lock on the apartment door clicked as you pushed it open and entered. You smiled as you stopped into the middle of the living room, taking in the home you missed so dearly. A soft tapping of toenails against the hardwood made your heart soar as you met the eyes of your sweet pup, Dodger. A squeal left your lips as you squatted down to give love to the sweet boy. Chris always made fun of you when you came home, saying that you always seemed to miss Dodger more than you did him and I mean, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that statement.

Once again lost in your own world, you didn’t even notice Chris leaned up against the wall watching you with a smile.

“Oh my god,” you gushed, standing up, “do you like...like me or something?”

Chris grinned as he crossed the room and caught your belt loop with his finger, pulling you into him slowly.

“Yeah,” his voice had dropped down an octave, “you could say that”.

“Mm,” your tongue swiped across your lower lip and you wrapped your arms around his neck, “care to show me how much?”

The look in his eyes made your core burn. The tension building between you two became too much to handle as you crashed your lips into his. The kisses were messy and you could feel the sense of urgency between you two. His beard scratched against the column of your throat with a delicious burn as he left wet kisses across your jaw and down the side of your neck. Chris’ hands found their way back into the ass pockets of your jeans as he started walking you back towards the direction of the bedroom.

Soon, there was a trail of clothes leading to your bedroom and you felt very sorry for your neighbors. It had been a long time, but Chris always had a way of welcoming you home.

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yslkook · 4 years ago

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IF I GOT YOU (7)

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summary: one month later...and things start to come to a head. you feel more at peace than you've ever felt, but as usual, what remains peaceful is always interrupted.

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, HELLA HELLA toxic friendship and dynamics, suggestive content (hooking up and other mentions)

word count: 4066

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts

Despite a month going by from the last time you spoke to Jungkook in the park and put all of your feelings out in the open, spring air, you feel lighter than ever. Maybe most of that has to do with the simple fact that you’ve finally cut out a toxic, deadweight from your life. Regardless of what ends up happening with you and Jungkook as friends or more than that, at least you are at peace and happy with being yourself.

Besides, it’s not like you don’t ever see him. You see him when you visit the tattoo parlor (but you haven’t allowed yourself to be alone with him and he hasn’t initiated), you’ve seen him at impromptu nights out, at Yoongi’s apartment. Neither of you allow yourself to be alone with each other, since you had both agreed to wait. Even your text message thread with him is dry, though.

You miss him, hoping that a notification of his name with the bunny emoji attached to it flashes across the screen. But it doesn’t.

For all of his bravado, he feels somewhat shy around you on the few occasions that he’s seen you. Jungkook will go out of his way to avoid you, hiding (as much as he can) behind Mina and Mei.

He misses you. Jungkook misses the feel of your lips molding against his, the way you felt in his arms, but most of all he misses your shy smile and your loud laugh. He misses the way your eyes shine when you speak about something you’re passionate about.

Mina had said you were both being stupid, taking time away from each other when you both are denying the inevitable. But it made sense in your mind and his. You want to know what kind of person you were without the burden of Sora’s judgment weighing heavily in every frame of your life. You take the time you need to take to recenter yourself and feel somewhat whole again.

It doesn’t take you long to adjust to life without a former best friend. You quickly begin to notice how different you feel, how differently you approach basic things that you hadn’t really put much thought to before.

It feels so refreshing to not feel like you’re walking in some metaphorical shadow of someone who didn’t really care about you. Well, you think on some level, she did care. But along with the insignificant way she made you feel, it’s not enough to justify it. And you’re really grateful that you don’t need to anymore.

In fact, you’ve already deleted most pictures with her on your social medias. You haven’t quite been able to block her yet, but you think you’ll be ready to do that soon enough.

The ever elusive notion of time really does seem to heal nearly all forms of hurt.

“So,” Yoongi starts, sitting next to you on his new black leather couch and handing you a glass of red wine.

“Don’t start with me,” You say, poking his shoulder.

“I’m not starting anything with you,” Yoongi shrugs, but his eyes twinkle.

“Oh? That’s the voice you use when you have gossip or when you’re about to interrogate me,” You mutter, rolling your eyes with a fond smile.

“Maybe it’s a little of both,” Hobi chimes in, sitting on your other side. He leans back and drapes his legs over your lap, to which you instantly rest your hands over his legs.

“How lucky for me,” You mumble, taking a long swig of your wine. You’ll need it.

“How’s that witch doing,” Yoongi asks bluntly.

“I don’t know, I told you I cut her off and kicked her out of my house like a month ago,” You reply, “Did you forget already?”

“No, I just like hearing that you finally came to your fucking senses,” Yoongi says, “She was awful, but I’ll commend you for sticking it out for this long. Cheers, the witch is finally gone-”

“I believe the phrase is, ‘ding dong, the witch is dead’, but this will suffice,” Hobi says and yelps when you swat his shoulder.

“Don’t be rude,” You say, “But… thank you for helping me see the light. Even if it took a while. And I’m sorry it affected our friendship, too.”

“Ah, well, we’re all here now,” Hobi says, pulling you in for a side hug.

“Yeah. So cheers,” Yoongi says again, raising his glass to you both, “Cheers to you for choosing yourself. And to new beginnings.”

“You’ll make me cry,” You say honestly, offering your friends a watery smile.

“As if we’ve never seen you cry before,” Hobi scoffs. And it’s true- they are two of your oldest friends, and even if you’ve come to the realization that maybe you hadn’t been the greatest friend to them… That bond is hard to sever, and you’re grateful that they’ve always had your back.

“Drink up,” You say with a smile, “Cheers to new beginnings.”

Yoongi has always been a little sly, unassuming but always with several tricks up his sleeve. When he so desires to cause a little mischief and stir the pot a little. And Hobi is all too happy to engage.

Which is how you end up several glasses of red wine and rose deep (yes, you mixed, rookie mistake but who cares. You’re in the presence of some of your greatest friends, after all).

And then Yoongi goes in for the kill.

“How’s our Jungkookie,” He asks, without missing a beat. You choke on your wine and wince when it somehow gets lodged in your nose.

“I don’t know. Think he’s good,” You finally respond, your words sounding slurred, “Ask Hobi. They work together, if you didn’t know.”

“Oh, thanks for the information. I had no idea.”

“Happy to be of service,” You say, leaning into Hobi's side, “Ikindofmisshim.”

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that,” Yoongi says, a self-satisfied smirk blooming on his lips. He heard you, of course he did, but you don’t seem to pick up on it.

“I said I kind of miss him,” You reply, a dreamy look in your eyes, “Do you think he misses me, too?”

Hobi chokes back a laugh but you hear it and offer him a glare. “Don’t make fun of me!”

“Nobody’s making fun of you, stupid,” Yoongi says poking your forehead, “And yeah. Your man doesn’t shut up about you. Always with those eyes around you.”

“He’s not my man,�� You whine pathetically.

“Yeah, that’s a mystery to both of us,” Hobi says, “How long are you both gonna keep this up?”

“Keep what up?”

“This weird awkward dance you both do around each other. Avoiding each other when we’re all together. It’s kinda funny, like we all know you both wanna fuck so bad-”

“Shut up! That’s- that’s not- shut up!”

Yoongi and Hoseok both burst into laughter, drunken giggles loud in the living room and you can’t help but laugh with them.

Clubs were never your most favorite place to unwind, but you make an exception for tonight. For Mina and Mei, you’ll make an exception. The three of you had gotten ready together in Mei’s home, in between sips of cocktails that she had poured out. Mina had done your makeup for you, giving you the sharpest eyeliner you’ve ever seen on your eyelids as well as a bold red lipstick.

It’s not a club night if there is no red lipstick involved, after all.

Your makeup usually looks good when you apply it yourself, but Mina has a genuine eye and skill for makeup artistry. You recall her telling you that she’d always dreamed of going to beauty school but hadn’t pursued it. You had told her that it’s never too late to fulfill a dream and she had only smiled at you.

“Hey,” You say, “Is Jimin coming tonight? How’d your date last week go?”

“It was really good,” Mina says, something sweet in her voice, “He made me dinner and dessert. And then I sucked his soul from his cock an hour later and he even made me squirt. And yeah, he’s coming tonight to the club. We’ll see what happens...”

“Wow,” You nod, listening with wide eyes, “That sounds amazing. I’m really happy things are going well for you both. Including the horny stuff.”

“The horny stuff?” Mei laughs, “You’re cute.”

“Shut up,” You say, playfully shoving her shoulder, “It’s no joking matter that he made you squirt.”

“Yeah, I high fived him after,” Mina says slyly, “It was… a night. Can’t wait to have another night like that. But I’m gonna make him work for it tonight.”

“As you should,” You nod solemnly, “What about you Mei? Are we drinking until we blackout or are you playing hard to get with Seulgi?”

“Who says we can’t do both?” Comes Mei’s muffled response.

“Cheers to that,” You reply, “Are… Jimin’s roommates coming?”

“You think you’re slick, huh?” Mina snorts, “You wondering about Jungkook?”

“N-no, I haven’t seen Taehyung in a while either-”

“Tae’s coming, but Jungkook isn’t. Something about having a long week and wanting to chill at home.”

“Oh, gotcha,” You say, cheeks ablaze as you avoid her eyes. Unable to hold the slight sting of disappointment from your voice.

Mina and Mei see right through it but they say nothing, only handing you a refill of your now empty glass.

Despite the relatively steady stream of drinks in your hand (an illusion, really, you’ve been nursing the same two drinks all night), you’re almost completely sober. In fact, you’re more tired than anything else. It seems that Jungkook had the right idea to stay home tonight. You’re rather benignly jealous of his decision.

You enjoy dancing and singing with your friends, feeling the thrum and excitement of music and your close companions bursting through your veins.But environments like this overwhelm you sometimes. All of the flashing lights, sometimes smoke and all of the people… Tonight seems to be one of those nights.

“Wanna dance?” Comes a rich, velvety voice behind you to the right. It’s Taehyung, and you’d rather dance with Taehyung than anyone else in this club. With the exception being Jungkook, but he’s not here right now.

“Okay,” You nod, taking his hand when he offers it to you. Your thoughts flit to Jungkook briefly.

Taehyung is good company, always keeping you with a smile on your face and filling you up with laughter. He keeps you close with easy, gentle movements as you both belt out the words to whatever song is playing on the speakers. But Taehyung has always been observant.

“You don’t really wanna be here, huh? I’d take it personally, if I didn’t know you,” Taehyung teases.

“No, it’s not that,” You murmur, “Just have never been a big club goer, that’s all. Jungkook had the right idea in staying home.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung muses, “What are you two doing?”

He’s almost as blunt as Yoongi (who’s also in some corner of the club. Usually, he keeps you company at things like this, but conveniently, he’s nowhere to be found.).

“If I knew I was going to be interrogated in this club, I would’ve drank more,” You say dryly. Taehyung laughs at that and squeezes your shoulder.

“You both deserve to be happy. Just want you to know that.”

“Thanks, Tae,” You say, a grin spreading across your face, “I guess you’re not as sleazy as Mina says you are-”

“Me? Sleazy?” Taehyung gasps, pretending to be affronted. You roll your eyes and offer him your hand.

“Wanna dance?”

Taehyung turns you around and holds your hips tightly in his hands, dancing with you to the beat of the music. It’s nice to be held like this, even if it’s a little dirty.

You don’t notice a pair of sly eyes watching you from across the club.

By the time you excuse yourself to catch a breath and grab some water from the bar, you realize that most of your friends are off doing their own thing. It gives you a second to people watch from the second floor of the curb and lean on the railings, taking in your surroundings. Despite stifling a yawn.

You relish in the cool feel of the icy water flooding your senses, waking you up a little more. You wonder if you can convince Yoongi to take you to get fries or tacos after the night ends. At the thought of tacos, you salivate a little.

But your taco fueled fantasies are broken when a few girls try to push past you to get to the bar. You mumble a soft apology, but it goes unheard. The unmistakable sound of a voice, a voice that you’ve only recently been able to put out of your mind, breaks through the barrier and it makes your heart drop.

It’s an angry call of your name. Your stomach churns, and suddenly you’ve never wanted to learn the art of teleportation more.

Sora, in all her bitter glory, stands in front of you with a full drink in her hands. Beside her are two of her friends, looking resigned and trying to plead with her that they should go.

“Missed me so much that you followed me here, huh?” Sora sneers.

“I’m not even going to entertain that with a response. Or you for that matter,” You say tiredly, trying to step past her.

“All your friends left you. Look at you all alone,” She says and you roll your eyes with a dry laugh.

“I’d rather be alone than have anything to do with you, Sora,” You reply easily, “I’m leaving now-”

But she sidesteps you again, gripping your forearm and looking at you with so much animosity that it makes your skin crawl. Had she always looked at you like that?

“I can’t believe you just dropped me like nothing. After I gave you everything,” Sora says, as if you had said nothing at all. She’s clearly a little drunk, telltale signs of her drunkenness clear on her face. Her words are slurred and she stumbles a little on her feet. You cringe. You don’t want to have this conversation with her whether she’s sober or drunk.

“You treated me like I was nothing,” You snap, “I don’t want to discuss this with you. Now let me go.”

“Or what? There’s nobody here ‘cept you and me, babe,” She says, her lips twisting into a cruel smirk. Her friends have disappeared and warning bells start to go off in your head. She’s right, all of your friends have dispersed. But you manage to fish your phone out of your purse while she rambles to you and send a text to the groupchat, simply stating “pls help, Sora is here”.

Dread seeps into your pores. You just want to be done with her presence.

“Sora, just let me go. Nothing you say will change anything,” You say heatedly, “Fucking let go of me!”

You try to yank your arm out of her grip but her nails are sharp against your skin.

“I loved you, you know that? I fucking gave you everything, you were my best friend,” Sora hisses, “I just wanted to you be happy. To see that I’d do anything for you.”

It takes a minute for the dust to settle but you suddenly begin to understand. “You hurt me! That’s not friendship or l-love, or anything remotely close to it. Nothing you say will change that. I don’t want you around anymore. Take a hint, Sora,” Your voice is cold and deadly, nothing like what Sora is accustomed to.

“Please, let me go,” You beg softly, “Why won’t you let me go?”

Tears spring into your eyes, both from the force she’s holding you with and from how much this is exhausting you.

“What does he have that’s worth all of this?” Sora hisses.

“It doesn’t matter what he has. I like him and I enjoy spending time with him, that’s all that should matter, and I’m not explaining Jungkook to you,” You say coldly, “You lost the right to know a long time ago. If you took your head out of your ass for two seconds, you’d know that this friendship was over months ago.”

By now, both of your voices have raised in volume and pitch, attracting the attention of bystanders. This makes no sense to you, your head is starting to hurt from the implications of her words. You just want to go home. By now, Yoongi has seen your text and is trying to get to the bar to rescue you from Sora.

“He won’t give you what you need,” Sora exclaims.

“Shut up! Just fucking stop talking about him,” You shout, “I’m so fucking sick of this, just leave me the fuck alone. Your opinion doesn’t matter to me anymore, just drop it!”

You feel the need to defend him though, “He’s kind, he has a big heart a-and, you know what, I don’t need to explain myself to you. Just fucking drop it! Leave me alone!”

“You are so fucking blind! You’ve always been such an oblivious fucking bitch,” She screams at you and your blood goes cold. You’ve seen her angry, but not like this not when her eyes are blown over with rage.

Yoongi’s heart is beating in his ears as he tries to find you- this club is fucking huge, where the hell could you be? He’s already sent a text to Jungkook, telling him that you might be in trouble at the club and that nobody could find you.

“Where is he then? If he’s so kind, he must be here right?”

“What the fuck is your problem? You’ve always had a stick up your ass about him specifically- I mean you’ve always have a stick up your ass, but with him it’s like something crawled up there and died-”

“You couldn’t even cuff him? You dropped me for him and you didn’t even cuff him?”

“That’s none of your business!”

“What are you afraid of, babe?” She sneers cruelly, “Afraid he’ll find something he doesn’t like? Or are you afraid you’ll find something that you don’t like?”

Frustration and hurt boils in your belly, causing wetness to pool in your eyes. You shut your eyes tightly, willing the feeling to go away. With all of the calmness you can muster, you throw her hand off of you and rub your forearm gingerly.

Before you can say anything, her eyes narrow to slits. You don’t even have time to react before you feel a sudden wetness drench the front of your top. Remnants of her drink are splashed on your torso and you gasp, rage flaring through your veins once more. How dare she throw her drink at you? Before you can do anything though, a pair of arms circle your waist and you’re pulled into a strong chest.

You recognize the scent of his cologne immediately and the feel of his leather jacket. “Jungkook,” You mumble, looking up at him. He immediately gives you his jacket and pushes it through your arms wordlessly.

“Hi,” He murmurs, taking in your wide, nervous eyes and the trembling of your hands. He brushes a thumb over your cheek before standing in front of you and you take his hand in yours. Jungkook squeezes reassuringly.

He offers Sora a long, hard look and a shake of his head. She almost balks at his intense gaze. Almost.

“C’mon baby,” Jungkook finally says, “Let’s get out of here.”

“My knight in shining arm-” You shiver once you’re both outside the club, away from the eyes of strangers. You cut your train of thought off when he pulls you close to him, cupping your cheeks with both hands. Worry dots his eyes and he presses his forehead to yours shakily.

“Jungkook?” You say softly, “Is everything-”

He exhales, a shudder felt against your skin. He seems to be at odds with himself, an internal battle dancing in his dark eyes. But Jungkook makes up his mind and cradles your face again, the gentle pads of his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“I missed you,” Jungkook croaks, “Shit, I miss you so fucking much. Can I kiss you, baby? Is it okay if I kiss you?”

You nod instantly, breathing out a soft ‘yes’. Whatever this recent development means for both of you, it makes sense. You want this and you want him.

And then he kisses you as if it was meant to be, as if he’s been thinking about your lips every minute of every day- soft, balmy lips against your chapped, red lips. Jungkook swallows your gasp, somehow brushing against the parts of your heart that missed him. His kiss is sweet and desperate as his tongue traces over your teeth before dipping further into your mouth. Your knees weaken slightly, but he holds you steady with one arm around your waist and his other hand cradling your cheek.

You’re overwhelmed by him and from the events of the night. Whatever wetness had gathered in your eyes clings to your lashes before dropping down your cheeks.

“Baby,” Jungkook says softly. He gathers you in his arms, hugging you tightly. You sink into his hold on you, inhaling deeply. The faint thrum of his heart calms you slightly.

“I missed you,” You reply, voice barely above a whisper, “Fuck, I missed you a lot.”

He kisses your forehead with a small smile, the hint of his dimples making you smile, too. Jungkook looks at you as if you’re transparent, trying to study the reason for your wet lashes and the tear stains down your face. A feeling of understanding passes between you both, calming your racing heart and your nerves.

“Jungkook,” You murmur, “Take me home.”

“Yours or mine?”

“Yours,” You reply, not really wanting to be in your home just yet, “It’s only fair, since you spent the night at my place last time, right?”

“I guess I can’t argue with that,” Jungkook chuckles. He kisses you one more time before adjusting his motorcycle helmet over your head. When you wrap your arms around him, you press a kiss to the back of his neck and behind his ear.

He shivers.

Jungkook can tell you’re in your head a little bit, a little quiet and shaky. Even as you head into his bathroom to change into the clothes he’d given you, you couldn’t quite meet his eyes. When you returned from the bathroom with a bare face, you’re lost in thought, biting down on your bottom lip and chewing harshly.

He’d pulled you into his arms, applied his clear balm on your lips, and chided you for treating your lips like that.

You only smiled weakly at him and meekly asked him to hold you under his covers. He doesn’t deny you.

He’d caught the tail end of Sora’s tirade at the club, and he’d begun to understand. He thinks you had begun to understand, too.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers into your hair, “Do you want to talk, baby?”

“I don’t know what to say,” You admit softly, pressing your hand over his.

“I can talk for both of us,” Jungkook says, kissing your temple, “Can I do that?”

“Yeah,” You mumble, threading your fingers through his and squeezing.

“I heard some of what Sora said,” Jungkook says and you tense up but he wordlessly tells you to relax, “I think in some weird, twisted, fucked up way. She loved you and her way of showing you how was keeping you to herself. It’s shitty, but it made sense to her. But you don’t owe her anything, baby. Not a damn thing.”

“Yeah,” You sigh, “I feel really gross and I don’t know why.”

“That’s alright, baby,” Jungkook says, rubbing your arm, “You didn’t know. That’s not love, not really. You’re safe here.”

“I know,” You say, turning to look at him with a small smile, “I trust you.”

You turn fully in his arms, resting your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist. His heartbeat lulls you to sleep, as well as his gentle fingers over your back. It’s so easy with him, and you don’t need to think too much. Just how you like it.

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spencessmile · 4 years ago

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Conversations In The Bullpen

Pairing - BAU x Fem!Reader

Summary - You and the team exchange stories from past and present times.

Warnings - Fluff, Swearing & slightest mention of injury and talks about clowns.

Word Count - 1.6k

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“What about you Y/n?” You hear Morgan’s voice as you finish up your last report, adding it to the finished pile. You slide your chair towards his desk, Morgan’s foot stopping it before it hit Garcia’s legs. “Craziest thing you saw or dealt with in LA before you quit your job as a cop? Go.”

“Oh, um,” You chuckle. “I could probably go on forever. A lot of weird shit happens in LA.”

“Top 3?”

“Top 3? Okay, first I had a case where a woman killed her husband because he refused to leave their cottage in her name. When my partner and I investigated we found out that she buried him within the walls of their house.”

“Oh my god, no!” Garcia groans.

“Second has to be when I had my right hand inside a man’s chest for nine hours. He was in a really bad car accident and he wouldn’t have made it to the hospital in time so I had to open him up in the middle of the street in order to stop him from bleeding out.”

“That sounds so cool,” Emily beamed, her chin resting on her right hand.

“There goes my dinner,” Garcia spoke.

“His sternum was severely messed up which caused his heart and one of his big blood vessels to start bleeding into his stomach.”

“Wow! It sounds just like that episode from Grey's Anatomy where Meredith had her hand inside that guy's chest. Remember the one who had the bomb inside him? How did it feel to have your hand in someone’s chest?”

“One of my favourite episodes. Uh, it was umm sor- It was bloody and it got worse,” You shrug. “I passed out on the OR floor.” You chuckle thinking about the whole situation and how ridiculous it sounds saying it out loud.

Morgan and Emily crack up laughing as you shake your head. “Yeah, I remember that whole week being so chaotic but that took the cake.”

“Third?” Spencer asks.

“Oh, this one is top on my list. In 2016, there were killer clowns on the loose in Los Angeles.”

“Nah uh. Nope!” Morgan shakes his head as you notice him tense up at the mention of clowns.

“Morgan has coulrophobia,” JJ said giggling at Morgan.

“What really?” You asked, JJ nodded.

“Oh yeah, Morgan’s not a fan of Halloween, people in costumes or masks.”

“Listen,” Morgan put his hand out. “Costumes and masks give me the hibbie jibbies. Just no.”

“Hey everyone knows you're terrified of clowns but no one here knows why exactly you're terrified of them. What’s the story behind clowns?” Emily asks.

Morgan puts five fingers up. “I had evil older cousins.”

“Oh!!” Everyone laughs.

“Morgan,” You pat his shoulder. “I was traumatized by my older cousins too but don’t worry their all going to hell.”

“I just don’t like the way they look, with the red nose, and all that face paint and masks,” Morgan explains.

“You know the fear of clowns usually stems from the feeling of not knowing what’s going on underneath the mask or costume,” You still remember the words of your captain.

“I just don’t care. If I were to see a clown I will hands down punch it.” Garcia and you just laugh at how passionately Morgan seemed about his hate for clowns.

“2016 was a fucking weird year for LA. It started out as a harmless prank but people just took it too far. I think the LAPD arrested close to 2,000 clowns,” You sounded so ridiculous saying this out loud.

“I just glad weird fucking shit doesn’t happen here in Washington.”

“What would you do if a clown showed up at your apartment?” Spencer asked as

Morgan glared at him. “Why would you ever say such a thing?” Morgan spat, getting upset. “I’d probably kick its ass.”

“Morgan you're scared of like,” Emily waves her hand around. “Everything.” She laughs. “Remember that case we had NYC, and it was Halloween? You were so annoyed that people had decorations up.”

“Oh,” JJ faces lights up. “I remember that and the woman's husband who we were trying to find had a cage full of birds! Morgan, you were terrified of those birds!”

“Okay, can we not do this right now?!” Morgan looked annoyed.

“What’s your problem with birds?” You ask.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well, actually one time Mor-”

“Baby girl, don't you dare say a word!” Morgan warns her as Garcia puts her hands up.

“Hey! That’s not fair, how come Garcia knows the story but not the rest of us?” Emily asks.

“That’s because I was there,” Garcia sips her tea, looking over at you.

“What type of person is scared of birds?” Spencer asks, shaking his head as Morgan sat up in his chair.

“Reid, Reid don’t move but there’s a spider on your shoulder!” Morgan yells as Spencer jumps up from his chair, violently wiping his shoulder.

“GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! EMILY!!” Spencer continues to move around as you all lose it watching Spencer running around frantically.

“Emily, is it gone?!” He asks, as Emily is holding onto her sides, JJ leaning into her as Garcia was wiping away tears. Morgan's face was tomato red from laughing as you felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Guys! This isn’t funny! Is it gone? Where is it? Please, ser-” You could hear the panic in Spencer’s voice.

“Spencer!” You called. “There was nothing there,” You say, giggling.

“What?”

“Morgan was just pulling your leg,” You playfully smack the back of Morgan’s head as he continues to laugh at Spencer distraught condition. Spencer glares over at Morgan as he grabs the small hand exercise ball off his desk and throws it, hitting Morgan in the face. Everyone bursts out laughing.

“What was that for?”

“For what you just did to me,” Spencer says, putting a hand on his chest.

“Why are you scared of spiders, pretty boy?” Morgan questions.

“I just don’t like them. All their legs and fu-” Spencer shutters at the thought of them.

“Did I ever tell one time Spen-”

“Morgan don’t!”

“Spencer called me over one time because there was a spider on his bedroom ceiling. When I got to his apartment, he was wearing doughnut and smiley faces boxers while trying to kill a spider with a mop.”

“Shut up, your lying!” Emily looks over at Spencer.

“That didn’t actually happen,” Spencer’s face was flushed red with embarrassment.

“Didn’t it?” Morgan holds out his phone, playing a video of Spencer trying to kill the spider.

“This is the best thing ever!” Emily exclaimed.

“YOU MADE A VIDEO?!” Spencer shrieked.

“And I’m not ashamed to admit that I watch it at least twice a day because that video right there is pure gold, baby!” Morgan cheers.

“Who else have you shown that to?” Spencer asked.

“Oh just you guys,” Morgan replies. “My sisters.”

“Oh my god.”

“My mom loved your smiley face and doughnut boxers.”

“YOU SHOWED THIS VIDEO TO YOUR MOM?!” Spencer exclaimed as Garcia kept replaying to the part where Spencer runs behind Morgan.

“Look at his face!” She yells as you and Emily grabbed onto each other from laughing so hard.

“One thing is for sure after watching this video,” JJ says. “Both Spencer and Morgan radiate so much chaotic energy off each other.”

“Yes!” You say, giving her a high five.

“Hey Y/n, did I ever tell you about the time Morgan showed up at my apartment drunk?” Spencer asks and you shake your head. “While wearing nothing but briefs.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh you wouldn’t!” Morgan threatens.

“Watch me!” Spencer leans over and whispers in your ear.

“OH MY GOD MORGAN! You look over at him. “Seriously?”

“What’s going on out here?” You hear a deep voice from behind you, turning around you see Hotch walking down the catwalk.

“How come I didn’t know about Morgan's dirty past?” You ask, folding your arm. Without even asking Hotch knew exactly what you were referring to.

“I’m unfriending you all,” Morgan points to everyone as Garcia leans into him, giggling.

“Everyone here knows a little bit too much about Morgan’s sex life,” Hotch points out.

“Hotch, not you too man,” Morgan groans.

Hotch leaned against Emily’s desk as he looks around at you all teasing and laughing with each other. Though Hotch could hear the laughter from his office, he couldn’t help but walk out and join the chaos. It was times like this, that Hotch was beyond thankful to have you all apart of his life. He could always count on you guys to add the sweet and spice to your guy's solemn life.

“What are you all still doing here? Your shift ended half hour ago,” Hotch looks down at his clock.

“Oh shoot!” JJ said, quickly grabbing her bag. “I gotta pick up Henry from my moms.” She bid her goodbyes and headed out.

“What about the rest of you? Don’t have any plans?”

“I have a date but that’s not until Wednesday,” Morgan says as you all just stare blankly at him. “At 7pm.” You smirk at him. “What?”

“Today is Wednesday you dumbass,” You said. “You just stood up your date by a half-hour.”

“Oh shit!” Morgan scrambled for his things, beelining for the elevator. “If I don’t get laid tonight, it’s all your guy's fault and drinks are on you guys for a whole month!” He yells behind him.

“Twenty bucks say his date going to cuss him off for being late, leaving him hanging,” You say.

“Forty bucks say that Morgan is going to get laid and that we’re all going to hear about over coffee tomorrow morning,” Hotch said dropping forty bucks on the table, walking away leaving you all in shock.

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side-shawty · 4 years ago

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Burn XVI (Stark!Reader)

XVI: Standing on the Sun

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Type: series

Prompt/Summary: True love comes in many forms.

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Stark!reader, Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Three weeks later and things were better. You had gone back to New York with the team just in time for Peter’s graduation. Even though the whole team wanted to be there Peter decided that he didn’t need a spectacle and in the end, his girlfriend and mentor would be the only ones attending while the rest set up for a surprise party later.

Girlfriend. You couldn’t get over how nice that sounded. As you stood in front of the mirror in Peter’s favorite multicolored sundress you smiled.

It was off the shoulder hugged your body perfectly and ended just above your knee in a ruffled hem. You left your makeup light on account of the heat and pulled your hair back in a curly bun with a few curls framing your face and your edges expertly laid.

You absentmindedly brushed the scar on the back of your neck. It brought back all kinds of horrors that you had to push aside. That was something for therapy.

As you were spritzing perfume on yourself there was a knock at your door.

“Y/N you ready? Car’s running,” your dad called from the other side of the door.

“Yeah,” you replied and opened the door to face your father dressed neatly in a blue button-down, pants, sneakers, and his signature glasses, “Handsome,” you told him simply hooking your arm around his and beginning to walk down the hall towards the elevators.

“Beautiful,” he replied and you reached the entrance in no time, the doors open and waiting.

You got to Peter’s school in no time having left early enough to evade the worst of the traffic. The ceremony itself was swift, the graduating class was small but to your surprise, as you and your father were waiting with the other families outside for the graduates you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

Confused, you turned around only to be met with the beaming smile of your favorite Princess.

“Shuri?!” You asked incredulously.

“Y/N! I’ve missed you how are you?” She asked pulling you into a hug which you gratefully accepted.

“I’m good! What are you doing here?” You asked pulling back, still a little shocked.

“Well, it just so happens that someone I am seeing is graduating today as well,” she smiled and wiggled her eyebrows at you.

You tilted your head in question but before she could answer you heard her name being called. You both turned around at the sound to see MJ practically running towards her.

Shuri opened her arms and instead of a hug, MJ planted a sweet kiss on her lips.

You were shocked, you put your hands on your hips and glared playfully as they pulled away.

“So neither of you were planning to tell me about this?” You questioned and they just smiled at you, threading their hands together.

“Oh you would’ve figured it out at the party later,” Shuri giggled, leaning into MJ’s side. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your excited smile.

“I think it’s sweet, you guys are a great match,” Tony spoke up, smiling at the two young ladies

“Thanks, Stark,” Shuri said and MJ nodded in agreement, she’d never admit it but the man still made her nervous.

“Shuri, my mom wants us to take pictures before we leave,” MJ said and her girlfriend nodded.

“No problem, see you guys at the party later,” Shuri spoke.

“Bye guys,” MJ waved and they both walked away, giddy as ever.

You and your father both waved back.

“Wow they’re so cute together,” you told him and he hummed in agreement. “Speaking of cute, where is my boyfriend?”

“Gross Y/N,” he replied but began looking around regardless.

“Found him, Hap and May got to him first,” he said pointing to the trio.

The excitement you felt just from seeing the back of his head was almost too much, you practically sprinted and threw your arms around him. He jumped slightly at the contact as you pressed yourself against his back.

“Congratulations Peter!” He turned around in your arms and smiled down at you.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he beamed and cupped your face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Hey, don’t hog the graduate,” Your father complained and you rolled your eyes before releasing him.

Your father was quick to give Peter a hug as he walked up to him, “Congrats kid. Allow me to be the first—”

May cleared her throat.

“Second,” Tony tried again.

Happy silently shook his head in response.

“Fine third you a graduation present,” he finally finished.

With that, he fished a set of keys out from his pocket and handed them to Peter.

“Is this...” Peter began but was slightly stunned into silence.

“Yup, the Spyder with a few Stark modifications, enjoy it,” he smiled.

“Wow, thank you so much, Mr. Stark,” Peter gave your father another big hug which also knocked the man over.

“Wanna take it for a test drive?” You offered.

Peter nodded excitedly and you handed your own keys over to Tony before taking your boyfriend's hand.

“We’ll meet you guys at the tower!” You called over your shoulder as you waved goodbye to the group.

When you were both out of earshot May spoke absentmindedly to the two men.

“I can’t wait to plan their wedding,” she smiled.

Tony rubbed at his eyes.

——

When you got to the car Peter was quick to open the door for you and then toss his cap and gown in the trunk before slipping into the driver's seat.

“I think this might be too nice for me, Y/N” he spoke, taking in all the upgrades and sheer beauty of it.

“Please, you deserve this and so much more,” smiled taking his hand, prompting him to look in your eyes and smile back.

He took the hand that was on the steering wheel and expertly avoided your low bun to place his hand on the back of your neck to bring you in for a slow, loving kiss.

Once again you thought about how much you loved him, how perfect everything felt when you were together. It was like every single star is the sky aligned just to shine on the two of you.

Just before things get too heated you place your hand on his chest and push him back slightly, resting your forehead on his.

“As much as I’d love to christen your new car, we should get back to the tower. No reason to keep them waiting,” you smirked.

Peter gave a dramatic sigh and sat back in his seat, “Fine~ I guess this is what I get for having the girl everybody wants,” he said starting the car.

“But don’t forget she only has eyes for you,” you have the back of his hand a kiss as he pulled out of the lot.

“And I for her,” he smiled.

——

Once the two of you got back to the tower you had to try you best to force Peter to avoid looking for the others. Nat had texted you on the way that they weren’t quite done with everything and you were tasked with distracting him.

And distract him you did.

Under the guise of your feet hurting from hours spent in the low heels, you were wearing. Peter looked skeptical but followed you to your room to grab a pair of slides nonetheless. Only, he questioned you further when you had him walk in first and then you locked the door behind yourself.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” He asked, but still kicked off his own shoes before relaxing on the giant bean bag chair beside the bed.

You turned around slowly, keeping your hands behind your back as you leaned against the door kicking off your heels and staring at him. Gosh, everything about him is perfect, you thought. He tilted his head to the side and you walked to him slowly. When you reached arm's length he sat up slightly and held your hips and smiled up at you.

“What is it, babe?”

You carded one hand through his hair and leaned down to capture his lips in a short kiss. Your words were a whisper against his lips.

“You’re so pretty.” Without a second's hesitation, Peter was laughing at your omission. It took no effort for him to pull you down onto him, across his lap. You let out your own giggle at his antics.

“All these theatrics because you think I’m pretty?” The skepticism was back in his voice and it made you roll your eyes.

“Is it such a crime to think my boyfriend is pretty?” You pouted.

“No, as long as you don’t forget how gorgeous you are.” Peter looked you up and down .”Especially in this dress. Do you know how hard it was to hold back when I saw you wearing this in the bleachers?”

“I was hoping you’d like it,” you grinned.

“Like it? I absolutely love it.” As if to prove this point he left a trail of kisses from shoulder to shoulder before going up your neck and leaving several more in his wake. It wasn’t long before his lips found your own and you were sharing a passionate kiss.

Your arms locked around his neck, fingers slipping through his hair again and tugging slightly even so often. Meanwhile, Peter had one hand locked around your waist, keeping him firmly against him while the other trailed slowly up your back. You could feel him beginning to tug at your zipper when a knock interrupted. The two of you halted. Breathing heavily as whoever it was stood outside silently for a few seconds.

“Yeah?” You called, almost breathless.

“We’re about to eat if you guys wanna, y’know join us,” Natasha spoke and from her tone, you could tell you were in trouble.

You glanced at Peter and the two of you shared a silent laugh.

“We’ll be right there!”

——

After straightening yourselves out and slipping on spare slides and sneakers, respectfully you grabbed Peter’s hand and led him towards the elevator.

“We’re not eating here?” He asked.

“Oh, we are.” You replied and hit the button for the roof as you got it.

“Y/N what are we—“

You pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh, all will be revealed, my love.” Peter only rolled his eyes before licking your finger and you recoiled.

“Gross!” You exclaimed

“Oh really? Well just wait until—“ But his words were cut off once again as the elevator reached its destination.

A shout of “Surprise!” Rang out from everyone on the rooftop which had been decorated with the utmost care as a ‘Congratulations Peter’ banner hovered over the crowd in red and blue. Everyone was there, all the Avengers, MJ and Ned, Strange and even Shuri. The genuine look of surprise and joy on Peter’s face was enough to have you praying that DUM-E was actually recording like you told it to. If not, it was going to be the new jungle gym for an elementary school.

As Peter gave his greets and thanks to his guests you drifted over towards your mom who was holding a sleeping Morgan in her arms.

“You two look happy,” She smiled.

You couldn’t help the grin that took over your features. “We are, we really really are.”

Pepper took a sip of her drink. “I hope you’re using protection, Morgan and I are a little too young to be grandma and niece.” You sputtered at that, grateful that you didn't have a drink in your hand.

“Mom please.”

“I’m just saying. Maybe next time,” she gestured to her own neck, “cover-up.” She winked.

You gasped and coved your neck quick as lightning, “I’m gonna kill him.”

“Here’s your chance.” She winked before walking off under the guise of wanting to put your sister down.

You felt Peter before you saw him, an arm wrapped around your waist and his lips kissed your temple. You wanted to be annoyed but you leaned in on instinct instead.

“I’m gonna kill you, Parker,” you spoke but your threat was weak.

“Whoa, and here I was about to thank you for this wonderful surprise,” he pouted, moving in front of you and placing both hands on your waist. The two of you were near the edge of the roof while the others were towards the center giving you a feeling of pseudo privacy.

“Well you’re welcome but our entrance would have been much better if it wasn’t for this.” You pointed accusingly at your neck and he squinted. You swatted at his chest at his antics.

“Ah, what? It’s really not that bad,” He leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “I could have done a lot more damage.”

You shivered even though at sunset it was still almost eighty degrees, Peter wasn’t playing fair and he knew it.

You whispered back. “Well, maybe next time you do it so I can enjoy I.” To accentuate your point you left a kiss just below his ear, heating your body up just enough to get a reaction out of him.

Peter groaned and his grip on your waist tightened as he placed his forehead against yours and smiled.

“I will. But seriously, thank you for all of this. I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend,” his voice was still quiet, like it was a secret just between the two of you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Have I told you how much I love hearing you call me that?”

“Well how about I change that?”

You were confused as Peter removed one hand to fish around in his pocket. He took a hand step back from you and you let your arms fall back to your sides. He finally pulled out a blue velvet box and slowly opened the lid. You were met with a beautiful platinum ring with a gemstone — your birthstone — nestled beside Peter’s birthstone, peridot. You could feel the tears welling in your eyes.

“Peter is this��?”

“It’s not a formal engagement but it is most certainly a promise. We’ve been through a lot these last few years and I realized that the reason I got through any of it was you by my side. And when we’re ready I want to make this an engagement ring.” He explained and there was so much emotion in his eyes you wondered if he would cry too. “So what do you say?” “I love it, god, I love you,” You spoke and that was enough for him to push the box back in his pocket and place the ring on your finger. It was a perfect fit and you couldn’t help but stare at it for a few moments before you looked back at the love of your life.

“I love you too, Y/N. More than you know.” And with that, he pulled you into a loving kiss that probably would have gone on for too long if it wasn’t for the cheers and shouts behind you.

You turned around and hugged Peter around the middle, the two of you laughed at your friends and family together and you couldn't help be bask in this feeling of love and peace.

With Peter by your side, you knew anything was possible.

THE END.

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THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE!!! Whether you stuck around or not I am genuinely grateful and I hope you all enjoyed it!!

Much Love - Duckie

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hpalways · 4 years ago

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Spice and Tea || Zhongli

EVERYTHING seemed to be much grander in the city of Liyue Harbor. The tall, towering structures were built from an endless budget of mora, glistening in the darkness. Golden-amber lights shown from each building, they were nearly blinding, but so beautiful. It were these very details that made the city so popular with the tourists... though it was a rather different matter for those who resided here. Besides the fact, these colors reminded you of something — no, someone.

This someone was currently in front of you, his tall figure leading you through the streets. His long, ebony hair swishing in a ponytail behind him, the soft-looking strands almost slapped you in the face several times. He then glanced back at you, his golden hues digging into your soul. “Are you alright? You look quite out of it,” he observed.

Blinking for a few seconds, you cleared your throat and quickly nodded. “I am? I didn’t realize.”

Actually, it wasn’t too surprising that you were. The memory of Zhongli telling you that he was the Geo God was resurfacing. No matter how much time you had to process all of this, you could never truly grasp it. A god? How could someone like him... be something so impressive? But the evidence was there. From the way he looked to the way he acted, his entire being symbolized the city.

You first acquainted him when you found him lingering around your stall, curious of the herbs and spices that were laid out for sale. Dressed in exquisite clothing in multiple shades of brown, you assumed he was someone of high status. Intimidated by him immediately, you steered clear of him and only spoke when he had any inquires. His voice low and calm, he turned out to be really philosophical. His knowledge of the herbs you tended to was profound, and you couldn't help but be in awe. When he finally decided to buy something, it left you dumbstruck. He didn't have mora on himself. How could someone not have mora on themselves?! He was a mystery to you.

Chasing him away for making a fool out of yourself, you couldn't believe you wasted time on him. However, that wasn't the last time you saw him. He visited a few times a week, coming without mora as always. To this, you were supposed to kick him out, for he provided no business. But deep down inside, you had no heart to do so, not when he looked so passionate talking about mundane things like herbs. Listening to him speak left you at ease, so a smile would take place on your lips more often.

So here you were now. The two of you developed a closer relationship throughout the weeks. Yet, the news of Zhongli as a god seemingly complicated things. Why would he spend time with a mere mortal being like you? You were nothing compared to him, a speck of dust within his years. In no time, he would forget you... and the thought of that hurt.

Brushing those thoughts away, you decided it was best to enjoy this moment with him. The future was unknown, concerning the two of you, but worrying would only add wrinkles onto your face. Speeding up your pace, you were side by side with the consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. He rose his eyebrows, sending you a soft smile that left you flustered.

"Why do we have to go to a teahouse when I already have herbs to make tea out of?" you complained. "I'll be the one spending my mora too."

He blinked in surprise. He always did this when someone brought up the currency, as if he didn't realize mora existed. "Oh, that's right. The tea is going to cost pretty expensive," he said, humming. He looked unbothered, knowing he was a total parasite to you. Damn, if he was a god, couldn't he at least create some mora and have you become rich?

The teahouse was coming into view, the homely building wide and spacious. Strolling through the front door, you were led to a table for two. Sitting yourself down in front of Zhongli, you watched as he professionally scanned through the menu.

"Do you have any preferences?" he asked you. "If not, I know a good one. It's refreshing and has this distinct taste that never fails to reduce stress. After all, a lot happened today, did it not?"

He was correct in that. Today, the newest stocks for your spices didn't deliver on time, because the wagon fell into the ditch. This was a great annoyance to your day, but you decided to go check on it, in exchange that you would get your products safely. What you didn't know was that the wagon had ran into hilichurls earlier, who still lingered there when you arrived at the scene of crime. Ambushed by the creatures, it was thought you were to meet your end when someone saved you in time. It was no other than the Geo God himself, the very one sitting across from you at this moment.

This encounter had struck more doubts within you. The difference in strength and power between you and Zhongli was out of this world. You were so weak, but he slashed those monsters dead with a few hits. It made you wonder if it was better if he didn't need know you; you were such a nuisance for him, someone not worth of his time.

"Thank you for saving me back then," you said for the millionth time already. "I guess paying for the tea shouldn't be a big deal, since I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for you."

"It was a pleasure saving you. You are my favorite merchant, after all." He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned on the back of the chair, looking pleased with himself. A staff member approached the table and he went to order tea. Once they were gone, the consultant leaned forward, gazing intently at you. His gloved hand lifted from beneath and was placed on top of your head. Stroking your [h/c] locks endearingly, he was throwing you off drastically. He was never this affectionate. "Go get some rest after this. Don't go back to the market -- it should be closing soon anyway."

Much to your disappointment, he removed his hand when a teapot was set in the middle. Porcelain tea cups were stacked beside it, ready to be used. Elegantly reaching for them, he poured the steamy liquid into the fragile cups, handing one to you and keeping the other for himself.

Patiently blowing into the tea, you took a sip and melted at the taste of it. He was right; this was almost enough to erase all your worries away.

"This citrus and honey scent stemming from it... it reminds me of you, [Y/N]," he said softly. His lashes lowered, showcasing how long and dark they were. Beautiful. Why was he so beautiful? "Soothing and warm. You allowed me at your stall when no else did. You became a haven, if I dare say." He sipped his tea and let out a content sigh. "Most relationships I've had with others were bounded through contracts. Although, with you, there is none and I still find myself returning to see you. Is this the meaning of sentiment then?"

You were thoroughly unprepared with his words. He kept surprising you today. Was he somehow affected by the near death experience you had today? That couldn't possibly be true. "I-I don't know," you choked out.

It was silent for the next few minutes. Averting your eyes away from him, you buried your face into your cup, gulping down the rest of its contents. Now empty, you hurried to pour in more tea, hoping you didn't look as awkward as you felt. Meanwhile, his features were passive to the point it was unreadable. What was he thinking about?

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" he asked bluntly. Your shoulders stiffening, you quickly shook your head in denial. "I see. And yes, to see you almost dying, it frightened me. I couldn't bear to lose you." Your mouth parted in shock. Did he somehow read your mind?

But his words... they touched you, making tears prickle the corners of your eyes. Blinking them away, you gulped and fixed your posture self-consciously. He truly cared about you.

Before you could stop yourself, you summoned up the courage to voice the question that had been on your mind all night long. "Will you forget me someday?"

He chuckled in amusement, shaking his head afterwards. Reaching for your hand, he guided it to the side of his face. His skin soft and smooth under your fingertips, the feeling of it sent your heart racing. His crimson bangs brushed you, tingles erupting on your tender skin. He nuzzled himself into the crook of your palm, fluttering his eyes shut. "Never. You will be thought of during every tea I drink, every herb I analyze, every merchant I meet, and every hilichurl I fight. Memories with you will be cherished forever... so don't go forgetting me either."

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cherrysung · 4 years ago

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dom antics

pairing: boyfriend!jeno x reader

genre: smut / slight fluff

warnings: soft dom!jeno, very slight degration, praising, fingering, oral (f. receiving), riding, unprotected sex (stay safe!)

prompts: none.

summary: a pleasant twist is always openly welcomed, but with your boyfriend’s inevitable nature, how will you present the idea?

requested by anon.

word count: 1.6k

note: anon I’m so sorry I’ve taken so long, this is most likely schedule because I’m on a short break to get my life together. when this is posted though, I hope this is what you wanted and I truly hope you enjoy it! and thank you for waiting! ps. I’m unable to add a “read more” option until a bug with my blog gets fixed.

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Eyes that creased exactly into moon crescents and a smile that made everyone want to squeeze his cheeks were not enough to fool you anymore, but they were small characteristics that also made you fall hopelessly in the beginning. Now you knew, those were meant to be seen, sure—but not what happened behind closed doors—not what happened to you, behind closed doors.

Jeno was far from being the sweet soul everyone thought he was, but at least some of his kindness managed to shine within the endless torture he’d sometimes put you through. Just for his amusement.

Your legs thrashed chaotically and unstoppably on the bed, you still had not even reached your first orgasm, but your boyfriend already had you feeling so riled up with his constant, teasing touches.

“Babygirl, we haven’t even gotten started,” Jeno chuckled with a hint of surprise in his voice. All he had been doing was mischievously kiss and suck at your neck for several minutes while his hands caressed your sides. You now laid on the soft mattress all at his mercy, legs still kicking desperately in annoyance at his lack of touches where it actually mattered—between your thighs. Soaked, and dripping, between your thighs.

“You have been teasing for so long.” You simply stated, rolling your eyes when he once again lowered his head to your neck, slightly wet lips pressing soothing pecks on your sensitive skin.

He continued to suck purples, reds and blues all around your neck and collarbones, occasionally shifting lower in the direction of your bare chest but never fully reaching your hard nipples. All because he felt like it.

You whined once again, back arching until your chest was pressed against his own, and Jeno could only smile at your impatience. He might be hard on you, constantly tricking you into believing you’d be finally receiving a different treatment other than the colorful masterpieces he never failed to leave on your neck, only to then later edge you to extreme heights that had you reaching the sky and touching the bright stars while tears streamed down your face at his unmerciful ministrations.

Still, even with the wet mascara staining your hot cheeks and your body constantly jumping at the oversensitivity while your lips spilled nonsense, there was always a small action of his paired with the rest of his ruthless movements that very slightly balanced everything. As a result, a special and unique moment was created.

“Use your words or I’ll carry on doing this until I force the begging out of you. What sounds better?”

You whined—again—and you had lost track of how many times you had already pathetically attempted to move his hands somewhere else; yet, they always returned to their previous position on your waist.

“P-Please Jeno, touch me! I’m so d-desperate for you to touch me.” The words left your lips in stutters, absolutely drowned in impatience you no longer cared how ridiculous you might sound.

Your boyfriend smiled, and there it was again, the eye creasing smile that had made you fall in love with him. Had it not made an appearance during the current situation, your cheeks would’ve immediately been painted pink and your hands would’ve quickly moved on their own to cup the boy’s face and lovingly press your lips against his. Right now, though, all you wanted to do was slap the look away.

“Yes, princess? Touch you? Where do you want me to touch you? Show me.” He cooed adorably, body still hovering over yours as he lovingly pecked your cheeks and forehead.

You nodded, gently taking his bigger hand in yours and guiding downwards; down, down, down, until it was innocently resting over your warm heat, barely convered by your sheer, lace underwear. Silently, you moved his remaining hand up to your lonely tit before locking eyes with him, the gaze enough to let him know just how much you wanted this.

He wasted no time in tearing the fabric off your pussy, but you were too far drunk on his touches to muster out any complaints. Instead, you whimpered more, absolutely impatient after being teased for so long.

“You’ll have to shut up if you even remotely want any of this, you know?” He whispered sinfully in your ear, fingers running up and down through your wet folds playfully. “My pretty, little slut.”

Jeno plunged two fingers into your hole with no warning whatsoever, setting a fast pace right away that had your legs thrashing around the sheets once again and both your hands covering your mouth to stop any sounds of pleasure from spilling. He curled, and caressed your sweet spot; he knew all your weaknesses and favorite places better than you ever could.

Your back continuously arched off the bed, clit occasionally rubbing against his wrist every time you raised your hips. His free hand left your breast, instead replacing it with yours before taking hold of your legs and wrapping them around his neck. In no time your boyfriend was diving into your pussy, tongue swirling around or llicking at your sensitive nub and folds that shined with your juices, all while a third finger was added into your clenching walls.

“J-Jeno, I’m going to cum.” You whimpered, unable to remain quiet any longer as you pinched at your nipples in ecstasy.

“Nonsense.” He replied, a whine leaving you when all ministrations came to a halt. He moved his face away from your cunt, all for you to admire the light sheen of your wetness on his chin and pink lips. “You’ll cum with my dick.”

You nodded desperately, if it weren’t for the current scenario he would’ve surely laughed at how impatient you were for his cock. Yet, he didn’t, because he was just as excited to fuck you deep into the mattress and tell you how good of a girl you are. Right?

A thought that had been on your mind for a few weeks now struck you once again, and you fiddled with your fingers nervously as you scanned over the boy who was currently undressing himself.

He must’ve noticed your sudden state of daze, hand gently guiding your chin so your eyes would stare back at him. “What’s wrong?”

You blinked once, twice; eyes immediately looking elsewhere before you confessed, “could I try riding you today? If you aren’t fine with the idea then we can just forget it though—”

“Let’s do it.”

“Really?” Your eyes locked with his brown orbs, the slight nod of his head and the smile that adorned his lips enough to assure you.

Soon, you were straddling Jeno, his hands gripping at your waist as you lowered yourself down onto his angry cock, the tip red and swollen as precum ran down the sides.

Moans left the two of you as you took all of him, a groan falling off his lips once he was fully settled deep inside your warm walls, the feeling heavenly and like none other he had felt before. Now, he wondered why he hadn’t asked you for this any earlier.

“Baby, you take my dick so well. So full of it. Good fucking girl.” He gritted out, lips gingerly kissing at your neck before nuzzling his face into your tits.

You began moving ever so slightly, slowly moving up and down his dick to test the waters. You had no idea what you were doing, but it felt incredible for the both of you. The tip of his dick kissed at your sweet spot with no problem, eliciting whimpers that rumbled from your chest and shocks of shivers that ran down your spine.

Jeno continued to suck on one of your nipples, your movements becoming faster and faster by the minute, and in no time—you were bouncing on your boyfriend’s dick as if you had been doing it for years.

“Fuck!” He groaned, letting you take full control of the pace while the bed creaked loudly, the sound of skin slapping and your unholy sounds the only thing that echoed between the four walls you were in. “You are doing so well, baby, so so good.”

He could only bask in the feeling of his cock sliding against your slick walls, constantly reaching the deepest parts of your heat deliciously as it clenched around his throbbing shaft.

“J-Jeno, I won't last much longer—”

He caressed your sides gently before thrusting up into your hole, and you wordlessly thanked him with a passionate kiss as the burning in your thighs gradually went away. Jeno pulled you closer to his body, loving the feeling of your tits bouncing against his chest before bringing one hand to your clit, rubbing quick circular motions and eventually prompting your much awaited release after so much teasing.

His hands held your shaking body tenderly, rubbing at your back soothingly as his movements abruptly stopped and ropes of his cum filled your hole, the white substance trickling down your thighs not too much long after.

He sighed, hips slightly grinding into you while you rested your face limply on his shoulder, pressing light kisses on your cheeks as the both of you came down from your highs.

“You should ride me more often.” Jeno smiled, carefully moving your body off his member and laying you down on the fluffy sheets. He threw on some new underwear and sweats and returned from the bathroom with a warm washcloth to clean the dried juices from your thighs.

You smiled back at him, eyes threatening to flutter close as you jumped at the oversensitivity whenever the cloth got too near your heat. “Really? I thought you wouldn’t like the idea since you always like being in control.”

“Correction—I’m still in control, that’s why I’m letting you fuck me.”

“Of course.” You snorted, watching him get rid of the cloth before joining you on the bed, immediately snuggling up to him and resting your cheek on his bare chest.

“We should probably take a shower soon.” He whispered, fingers running through your hair.

“Later. I know what a shower together usually means, you pervert.”

“You know it. I love you.”

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herding cats

becoming nekoma's manager

You really didn’t want to be here. Here being Tokyo, here being Nerima ward and, most importantly, here being the hallway of your new school. The uniform is itchy and you’re being dragged along by some student council member because, apparently, first years can’t be trusted to walk around themselves.

He was nice enough, though he certainly seemed more excited to show you around when he got a look at you. Then he got more excited when he found out your mom’s occupation was what brought you to Nekoma High halfway through your first-year. “So, what’s it like having a famous mom?”

Your eyes darted to the side instinctively. What kind of question is that? How are you supposed to answer? Like having a mom except you get asked things like that. “Uh, fine. She’s really not that cool.” Especially for moving you so late into the school year because her animation studio decided working distantly wasn’t working. “I get spoilers sometimes.” It’s exactly what he wants to hear.

You can hear the next question already, so you cut him off before he gets a chance to ask about the upcoming episode of the anime your mother was working on. “Ah, it seems we made it to the classroom. Thank you for helping me, Senpai.” You bow half heartedly and knock on the door before he gets a chance to respond.

This is exactly what you told your mother would happen. Even as you introduce yourself to the class, there’s a few people who instantly recognize your last name. Those students turn to whisper or pass notes and you know by lunch, you’ll be crowded by people hoping to become your friend purely for bragging rights. The teacher seems tuned to your inner angst, as she gracefully directs you to a seat in the back of the class, where you can watch instead of be watched.

The first subject of your people-watching is next to you - the one person who did not look up as you introduced yourself. A curtain of dark hair kept you from seeing any details of his face (and you can only tell it’s a he because of the uniform). What you can see is the screen of his handheld console and the bright features of one of your favorite games.

Which is why, during break, instead of making eye contact with any of the students striving to talk to you, you turn to him to complain about the latest update.

congrats, you befriended a wild kenma!

he’s the first person you’ve met in a while who doesn’t care about what your mom does, or how much money you have

he literally only cares about your ability to hard carry a team through a dungeon

a few weeks go by, with you basically just coming to school, talking to Kenma, and going home

until the student counselor comes to you and says you have to join a club

even though it’s the end of the year - some policy to ensure you have a club going into next year

“I hate this,” your complaint comes out severely muffled thanks to how you buried your face into folded arms. Kenma gives a noncommittal hum.

“Are you going to finish that?”

You glare at him but still shove the snack closer to his desk. One hand breaks away from his controller to snatch it, before it gets glued back to his PSP. “I’m serious - if one more club tries recruiting me, I’ll scream.”

He answers, sparing a side-glance towards you. The only hint he actually is listening. “Just warn me when that happens.” You groan and go back to your folded arms. It’s been hard to make friends despite people seeming desperate to be your friend. Well, that’s the problem, you think. You don’t particularly want friends who are planning what questions to ask before even greeting you, you want friends like Kenma who can treat you like a normal person.

Minutes before break ends, the president of the Anime Club approaches for the third time this week. “Hello, (l/n)-san. Have you thought any more about joining our club?”

You feel bad for the instinctive grimace. Really, she’s quite nice. It’s just an anime club is the last place you wish to be. Before you can find another polite way to let her down, Kenma interrupts. “Sorry, Sato-san. (y/n) is joining the volleyball club.”

“I am?” You can’t help but question. He shoots you a look, slighting narrowing his eyes.

“She’ll be meeting the captain at today’s practice.”

Sato-san tilts her head suspiciously but doesn’t press. “I hope to still see you around, (l/n)-san,” she says before flouncing off. You take a moment to reorient yourself.

“I am?”

Kenma sighs, saving his game and shoving the console into his bag. “Yeah, you are. Don’t worry, Kuroo will just be glad a girl is there. Coach Nekomata won’t decline help either.”

You blink at him. “Are you aware the only rules I know about volleyball is to not let the ball hit the ground and to only use your hands?”

“The last one isn’t true.”

“Do you see my point, then?”

yes he does, but he simply chooses to ignore you

it…. does not go well

Kuroo was awkward around you, which turned into a mischievousness when he realized Kenma was the one who brought you in

he kept insinuating you and Kenma were dating which like… no you were just a girl (space) friend

Yaku and Kai were normal-ish though Yaku straight-up asked if your mom was the (l/n)

he let it drop after confirmation at least

then… there was the students in your year

Kenma hovered near you, feeling responsible for putting you in a situation nearly identical to what Kuroo did to him

Yamamoto seemed flustered by your presence and also irritated that Kenma already was your friend

Fukunaga just kinda waved and went back to practicing

it took a while for everyone to get over their initial awkwardness, mostly being helped by having to constantly explain what was happening

but the time spent together meant you quickly found friends

friends who, similar to Kenma, dgaf about anything besides your personality and ability to quickly refill water bottles

Maybe you should have realized sooner what joining the volleyball club entailed. It’s not like you ever really participated in an organized sport though, so these summer practices were kicking your ass. The early morning and heat.... You felt pity for your boys; at least you weren’t having to run. Speaking of, the new members of your team just rounded the last bend.

“Come on, babies,” Kuroo cups his hands over his mouth to ‘encourage’ the first-years. “Even (y/n) could beat that!”

“Don’t say that; Lev’s gonna wanna see it!” you hiss, hitting his side.

Speaking of, the giant, silver puppy heads straight to you. After introductions, his upperclassmen quickly understood Lev required a, well, firm hand. Something you lacked which made you the target of his affections. “Woahh, (y/n)-senpai must be fast! Why don’t you actually play any sports?”

Yaku’s eyes level a harsh glare on him, “Are you trying to insult our manager?”

Shibayama steps forward, saving Lev from having to repeat his run. “I am curious why you chose to be a volleyball manager. No offense, but… you don’t seem to care about the sport.”

“Ah, none taken,” you easily wave off his concern. “Volleyball’s cool enough, but you’re right that I’m not passionate about it in the same way as others on the team. I mostly joined because of Kenma, actually.”

The first-years felt confused. How could their quiet, cat-senpai pull in one of the most popular girls in school? Even last year, when they were in Nekoma's middle-school, they had heard rumors of you. When you joined the volleyball club, even teachers started giving the once-golden club attention again. It was how the club received funding to travel to Miyagi next week. (In addition to a large donation from your mom, who was overjoyed you actually made friends.)

“He was my first and only friend at Nekoma for a long time,” you explain. Lev gasps dramatically. It seems impossible to imagine you without lines of admirers. “It doesn’t matter now since everyone in the club is my friend! Take your bottles and get in the gym; we need to talk about the logistics of going to that camp with Karasuno.”

the ones who stay behind are upset </3 cough cough lev

you’re pretty surprised you do get to go

but you’re excited - from what you understand it’s a rural area and you’ve been in Tokyo your entire life

maybe you'll even see a cow!

except you get there, walk a few feet and then notice Kenma is missing

excitement: ruined

Kuroo panics while repeating that he is not panicking

then you both get a text that’s just “in a playground”

when you find him, you scold him on talking to strangers

anyways the rest of the day is spent familiarizing yourself with the gyms and rooms

you run into Kiyoko while preparing dinner for your team

she explains she’s the only other manager at the camp, but she won’t be staying with you

You’re a lil upset bc sleepover ruined but it seems weird to complain about getting your own room and bath

(you still spend most of the time in the team’s room because it got really lonely without your boys :( )

the next morning, the day of the actual match, you get to wear your Official Manager Clothes

which is really just the track jacket, but it makes you feel cool

meeting karasuno is,,, interesting

you’re starting to think you’ll never find a normal volleyball player

From the corner of your eye, you spot Yamamoto attempting to intimidate some Karasuno players. With a sigh, you go to fetch him.

“Tora-kun, can you please help me bring in some supplies? They’re too heavy,” you whine. It’s you’re tried and true method to keeping him on a leash. If he’s helping you, he’s with the team.

Except you don’t just get his attention, you also get the attention of the boy he was staring down. Tanka startles at your sudden appearance behind Yamamoto and loses the harshness in his face. “G-girl-”

You make eye contact with Kenma who looks amused. He ignores your plead for help. Yamamoto takes the opportunity to flaunt you. “This is (y/n). Talk to her and you’ll learn how much pain a volleyball can inflict.” As he finishes his threat, he gets distracted by Kiyoko’s appearance over Tanka’s shoulder.

You decide it’s a lost cause and subtly inch away until you’re walking with Kiyoko. The boys are unable to hear what you’re talking about, but both stare dumbfounded as the only two girls in the entire camp gossip and laugh. Tanka and Yamamoto share a look; maybe there’s something shared between the two they didn’t see before.

“Is your idiot always like that?”

“Yeah, I assume that’s normal for your team too?”

#cass.writes #manager!reader #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #female!reader #nekoma #also lots of info from the wiki #so pls don’t jump me if it’s wrong

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