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wouldn't change a thing II Ona Batlle x Reader

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Being relatively tall for a woman had its advantages, you had to admit. Especially when you played for Barcelona and their dressing room wasn’t designed for the average female body height.

In contrast to your several inches shorter girlfriend, you could reach all the shelves with ease.

But you and Ona had established a routine by now. After every training, she would wait for you to hand her the towels, so she didn’t have to climb up on the bench to reach them.

You had decided that the injury risk was way too high and offered to do it for her. Your height had to be good for something.

As usual, you also handed her the towels after todays’ training as well: “Here you go.“

“Thank you.“, Ona smiled and pushed herself against you for a hug.

���You’re welcome.“, you replied as you held her close to you.

You pressed a quick kiss to her temple as she was the perfect height for it and brushed a few stray hair from her forehead.

Mapi giggled from the other side of the dressing room: “You’re too tall for your girlfriend, y/n!”

You grimaced at the defender: “If that’s the case, then Ingrid is too tall for you too.“

“I can reach my own stuff.“, Mapi shrugged.

“So can I but sometimes it’s just easier that way.“, Ona replied unimpressed and threw the towel over her shoulder.

Alexia joined the conversation, a sly smirk on her face: “Oh please, everyone knows that Ona loves the princess treatment.“

“She can’t get enough of it.“, Aitana agreed with a laugh.

Ona rolled her eyes, way too used to their teasing: “Guys.“

“Yeah, it’s not that funny.“, you sided with your girlfriend.

Mapi shook her head, still grinning: “I think it is.“

You sighed: “Of course you do.“

You knew what was coming. As soon as one started, the others would join immediately. It was some kind of weird Barcelona Femeni love language. You quietly braced yourself for the bad jokes that would inevitably be coming.

“Are you even allowed to wear heels when you go out with Ona?”, Cata asked. She was already wheezing about her own joke.

“You’re definitely more likely to see me in heels than Oni.“, you smiled back at her. Ona loved her sneakers, you loved a good pair of heels, height difference or not.

Cata continued: “Poor Ona is even smaller then. But at least you two don’t bump heads when you go dancing.“

“But I always find her in any crowd.“, Ona shrugged, winking at you.

“And Ona is the perfect height for hugs.“, Fridolina chimed in, sounding more delighted than taunting.

“She is.“, you confirmed.

“So cute with your matching opposite aesthetics.”, Salma commented with a huge smirk on her lips.

“Salma don’t.”, Mapi warned, clearly fearing the tall forward would stop the banter with her observation.

“Why?  It’s very opposite.”, she chuckled.

Meanwhile, you turned around to face your girlfriend. “Are you ready to go, Oni?”

No words were needed for her to answer the question, she simply jumped on to your back grinning.

While you made sure she was positioned safely, the brunette murmured into your ear. The smile carried through the voice. “Ready.”

Both of you said your goodbye to your teammates, when you were almost at the door Vicky yelled smiling. “Bye, princess.”

“They’re such idiots.”, Ona sighed.

“I love them though despite the teasing.”, you admitted.

“Yeah, me too. It’s a normal height difference though, they’re just annoying.”, she said.

You nodded in agreement. “True.”

“Let’s just go home.”, the defender suggested in a longing tone, nothing sounded better in her ears than having a good dinner and afterwards being cozy on the sofa with her dog and you.

Noticing the dreamy look in your girlfriends’ eyes you decided. “Yes, please. I’ll drive, you already look a bit sleepy.”

“Okay. Fine, I won’t complain.”, Ona answered.

“Good.”

The two of you got into your shared car while the fellow football player started the music playlist, she couldn’t help but to tease you. “Even though you drive horrible.”

“Excuse me? Your fast driving isn’t better.”, you protested laughing.

“I drive well.”, the defender countered.

“Do I’ve to remind you of-“, you begun.

“I’m quiet.”, Ona interrupted you softly. 

Fast forward and it was the night of the Ballon d’Or.

Sadly, not many of the female players could attend the event because it was set during the national team break, but a few of your club teammates and you were able to.

On the other hand, the gala wasn’t known in its history to be this supportive of women footballers in general.

Surrounded by the nominated female players you put on your high heels who gave you the needed confidence boost and calmed your nerves for the moment.

“You look gorgeous.”, Ona whispered admiringly, tiptoeing to place a heartfelt kiss to your lips.

“So do you.”, you told her and meant every word, your girlfriend wore her beautiful long wavy hair open, only slight make up, so her natural beauty shone through even more and the defender was in an outfit she felt comfortable in.

“Naw.”, Aitana remarked.

Impatiently Caroline threw in. “Can you two love birds hurry up now?”

“We’re good to go.”, you assured the Norwegian.

“Finally.”, Alexia noted happily.

“Come on, we can’t be late.”, Aitana reminded everyone urgently.

“Coming.”, you tried to soothe the small midfielder.

As you followed her, Ona interlaced her fingers with yours and whispered: “Don’t let go of my hand.“

“I won’t. Nervous?”, you quietly asked.

She shook her head: “Not at all.“

“Me neither. It’s between Caro and Aitana.“

“We’ll see.“, she replied earnestly which caused you to pause and raise your eyebrow at her.

“What? They’re simply the best, Ona?”

She turned back to you with a frown: “I didn’t say that they are not.“

“You would have deserved a nomination too.“

She shrugged nonchalantly: “I don’t care about this award to be honest. Defenders usually don’t win.“

“It’s not fair.“, you complained on her behalf.

“It’s fine.“, she assured you.

You pulled her in for a hug. First you wanted to press a kiss to her forehead but remembering your lipstick, you thought better of it: “You’re still the best.“

She chuckled lightly, brown eyes shining brightly as she looked up at you: “You’re too sweet.“

“Girls, time to pose together. And stop that teeth rotting sweet talk!”, Alexia called over to them, right before she stepped on the red carpet.

“We’re not doing anything.“, Ona blinked innocently while the two of you joined the group standing in front of the photographers.

“Lies.“, Caroline said through her teeth.

“Just smile for the camera.“, Aitana ordered.

You did as you were told, before taking your seats at the ceremony. You politely applauded for every winner and cheered whenever your teammates were onstage but with every passing hour you could feel Ona getting more impatient.

“Glad we’re done with this.“, she jokingly sighed as the ceremony ended and people moved on to the afterparty.

“Sounds like someone wants to go home.“, you grinned.

Nodding, Ona bit her lip: “Yes, my girlfriend looks so hot and I really don’t feel like sharing tonight.“

“Oh, you don’t?“, you teased but just like her, you didn’t mind skipping the party and go straight back to your hotel room.

“No.“

Hand in hand, you snuck out of the building and hailed the next cab. You scrolled through several social media posts of the Ballon d’Or on the drive back. Of course, you couldn’t help but check the comments too and they were exactly what you expected.

You chuckled softly: “They write so much bullshit, amor.“

“Let me see.“, Ona demanded as she scooted closer to have a look at your phone screen.

“They’re still commenting about our height difference.“, you grinned. “Seems to bother them a lot more than us.“

“Right? Let them keep talking, I don’t care.“, Ona laughed and leaned over to kiss you.

The cab stopped in front of your hotel. You could barely wait to go inside.

A few years ago, comments like these would have plunged you into self-doubt, wishing you were a few inches shorter. But not since Ona came into your life.

With Ona you felt confident and desired, not despite but because of your height. They could say what they wanted, all you could see in those photos was a couple that matched each other perfectly.

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Let's play a little game | Ethan Landry x Reader

Summary: You get a phone call from a masked ID when you’re home alone…

Word count: 2k

Warnings: smut, fingering, p + v action, ambiguous consent, home invasion, cheating,

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You looked at your reflection in the mirror as you brushed your hair, admiring how hot your body looked in those small shorts and cami. The rumors were true, you really looked your best in your early adulthood. You posed, making sure all your curves were in a flattering angle, and sent a picture to your boyfriend. It was a bummer Chad was away in Woodsboro for the weekend when you looked that good.

After exchanging some naughty texts with Chad, you called Tara if she wanted to come over and watch horror movies. The weather had been gloomy and cold all day, which was perfect for the occasion.

‘’If you had called me two hours ago, I would be running over in my pajamas and bringing along my fuzzy blanket, but I may have gotten a call from a certain brunet from my film class and agreed to go on a date…tonight.’’ Tara covered her mouth to stifle her excitement, but you could hear it in her voice.

A smile bloomed on your lips, excited for your friend. ‘’Oh my god! He did?’’

‘’Yes.’’ On the other side of the line, Tara paused, her head full of Tyler. ‘’I’m so nervous. It’s my first date ever.’’

‘’It’ll be okay, T,’’ you reassured her. ‘’And if he turns out to be a jerk, excuse yourself to the bathroom and send me a text. I’ll call you and fake an emergency.’’

Tara promised, then hung up to finish getting ready for her date. She needed to leave before Sam got home and asked a plethora of questions. Maybe she’ll do a full search on Tyler to make sure he’s not a crazy Stab fanatic like her own ex-boyfriend.

You were about to shoot a text to Anika, but your phone rang again. This time, the caller ID was masked.

You answered with a frown.

‘’Hello?’’ a distorted male voice said.

Your frown deepened. ‘’Eh, shouldn’t I be the one saying ‘hello’?’’

‘’Who is this?’’

‘’Who are you trying to reach?’’

‘’I don’t know.’’ There was a short silence, then the man spoke again. ‘’Do you like scary movies?’’

‘’Yeah.’’ You took a body-spray from your vanity desk and spritzed a little on you, smiling when the sweet caramel scent filled the air.

‘’What’s your favorite scary movie?’’

You took a moment to think. ‘’Probably Jennifer’s Body. Does that count? It’s more of a horror comedy, but I’ve watched it a thousand times.’’

The stranger hummed. ‘’The one with the hot chick that eats her best friend’s boyfriend?’’

‘’Yes!’’

‘’Speaking of boyfriend, do you have a boyfriend?’’

‘’Why? You want to ask me out on a date?’’ you joked, fixing the pendant of your necklace that had flipped over.

‘’Maybe.’’

‘’If you want to ask someone out on a date, calling on a masked ID is not the best way. It gives off stalker vibes.’’

‘’I’m not a stalker.’’

‘’How can I know you’re not?’’

‘’If I were a stalker, I would tell you how hard my cock is just from looking at you in those pajamas.’’

You gulped uncomfortably, standing from your vanity chair and going to your window to peer through the curtains to see if anyone was outside. You were on the tenth floor. How would anyone get up there from the outside? It didn’t make sense.

But it was the only window in your bedroom…

‘’I…I’m gonna hang up. I need to take my dog out.’’

It was a lie. You didn’t have a dog, but the stranger on the other end didn’t know that.

‘’Don’t hang up on me!’’ he yelled at you.

You did anyway.

Seconds later, the phone rang again. Fuck.

‘’Why are you calling again?’’ you snapped at the caller, not bothering to check the ID. You knew it was him.

‘’To apologize, of course.’’

‘’Okay. You did. Now bye.’’ You pulled the phone away from your ear, but the man yelled at you.

‘’If you hang up again, I’ll come inside and gut you!’’

The threat was stronger and starting to scare you, but you couldn’t let him know.

‘’You’re bluffing,’’ you said, praying your voice wouldn’t falter. ‘’I’m on a high floor. You can’t get to me.’’

‘’From the outside, no. But who said I’m not already inside.’’

Fear settled in your guts as your phone buzzed with a text message. A picture. Someone in a Ghostface mask standing in your bedroom. He had a knife in his hand and you had a feeling it wasn’t a fake one.

When was this taken? And where was he now?

You searched your vanity for something to use as a weapon. There was a ton of makeup, a few perfume bottles, your hairbrush — all useless. Then your eyes fell on your manicure scissors. You used them a few nights ago to cut a thread from a shirt. They were small but pointy. It could injure your stalker.

Scissors tight in your hand, you stood from your chair and ventured to your living area. It was a very small apartment. The living room and kitchen were merged into the same room and all the lights were off. You turned the main light on, illuminating the whole room, but saw no one.

The curtains were closed. They were tall and thick enough for someone to hide behind.

Putting your fictive big-girl pants on, you walked to the window to check, but jumped and when you heard the distorted voice in your ear.

‘’Let’s play a little game. I say something and you do as I say….or else I’ll use that sharp knife on you. Got it?’’

You gulped and nodded. A part of you wanted to call the cops and signal a home invasion, but if your intruder was already inside, they would never get to you on time. Even at night, New York traffic was a nightmare.

‘’Take those little shorts off. I want to see those lacey panties you have on underneath.’’

You didn’t want to, but you reached for your small dolphin shorts anyway. You weren’t shy with your body, but getting undressed for a stranger to jerk off to you made you stomach churn. Your fingers touched your waistband, about to pull your shorts down, but stopped when you remembered you were not wearing anything under.

‘’I-I'm not wearing any.’’

‘’Don't lie to me. I can see those tiny shorts from here.’’

You looked around the room, trying to figure out where he was hiding. Your bedroom window was already out of the options. Your bed was a box and your closet and the bathroom door were shut. Where the hell was he hiding?

‘’Not the shorts,’’ you corrected. ‘’The panties.’’

‘’Naughty girl.’’

You should be disgusted, but you found yourself blushing — and slightly turned on — at the creepy stranger's words. Was it the Ghostface mask that was suddenly having this effect on you? You did feel a strange liking to the masked killers when you watched horror movies.

‘’Strip.’’

You fumbled to push your dolphin shorts down and out of the way, exposing yourself bare.

‘’Now go back to your room, get on the bed and sit against the pillows.’’

You did as told and leaned back into your pillows, but kept your knees closed. You could sense where this was going. Men loved to watch a girl touch herself. If you look at their internet history, you’ll find a ton of porn videos of women touching themselves.

He tutted you. ‘’Don't try to hide. Spread your legs. I want to see.’’

You knew you shouldn’t part your legs, but your arousal was getting stronger at every instruction. It’s like he had casted a spell on you and you were helpless to disobey him.

God, you should be disgusted with yourself. How could you be turned on by a masked intruder in a Ghostface mask asking you to strip and give him a free view of your intimate parts?

Shutting your subconscious, you parted your legs and exposed yourself, shivering when you felt the cool air of the room.

You heard a groan in your ear. ‘’That’s a beautiful pussy. Show me how wet you are for me.’’

Your free hand slid down your body and to your mound, then lower. You sighed as you reached your folds, spreading them and showing the way your lips glistened with wetness.

‘’Am I wet enough for you, Mr. Ghostface?’’ you asked into the room, sliding your finger up and down your folds a couple of times.

‘’Why don’t you stick a finger inside? Play with yourself for me.’’

A soft moan slipped from your lips as you did, your finger sliding easily. You thrusted in slowly, then out, and repeated. The pace was too slow for your personal liking, but you knew how to tease and turn on a partner. Watching a video of your fingers sinking in and out of yourself, coated with your arousal had made your boyfriend cum in his dorm bed many times.

But let’s not talk about Chad now.

You added a second finger and caught your bottom lip between your teeth when you curled them. You wish you had your pink vibrator for your clit, but your other hand was occupied holding your phone.

‘’Mmh, you’re making me so fucking hard right now.’’

‘’Are you touching yourself to the sight of me, Mr. Ghostface?’’ you asked, bringing your thumb to your clit and rubbing.

A distorted whimper came from the other side of the line. He was.

The sensations from your touches were sending fuzzy tingles from your neck to your dripping pussy, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

‘’Is that all you’re going to do? Are you going to just watch me fuck myself for your own pleasure like a selfish asshole…or are you going to come and fuck me?’’

The line went dead and all the lights went off, sending chills down your spine. You removed your fingers, unsure if this was part of the game or not.

‘’Hello?’’ you called into the darkness of your bedroom. ‘’Is someone there?’’

It was stupid to ask, having seen enough horror movies to know what happens to characters who ask that very question.

The light returned with a static noise and you jumped when seeing a tall Ghostface figure standing at the end of your bed, watching you intently. He pounced on your bed like a lion on his prey, grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you toward him.

A deafening scream left your throat, thinking he was going to kill you. Instead, he parted your thighs and lifted his robe, his pants already down to his thighs and his hard cock out. He wasted no time, thrusting himself between your wet folds and splitting your cunt open as you moaned out loud.

‘’You like being filled with my cock, uh? You unfaithful little whore!’’ the distorted voice said, grabbing your hips and pounding into you. ‘’Getting fucked by someone else while her boyfrined is away in California.’’

Unfortunately, you couldn't deny it. This cock felt fucking amazing.

You pushed all thoughts of Chad to the back of your head. You’ll figure this out later.

Right now, all you wanted to focus on was the man between your legs.

The sounds that rang from your throat were nothing short of obscene, mouth hanging open helplessly while he wrecked your pussy, his cock slick with the evidence of your arousal. You clawed at your sheets, your back arching from the bed from the intense pleasure filling your whole body.

Moans and grunts mixed with wheezings came from underneath the mask. Breathing must not be easy under the rubber mask. You reached out and took it off, gasping in shock when seeing who was underneath.

Ethan?!

You opened your mouth to speak, but he threw your legs over his shoulders and you cried out at the change of angle, not caring that your boyfriend’s roommate was fucking you.

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Conflicting Feelings Part Four

I smirked, "Toxic in a sexy way, huh?" I teased.

He bit his lip, "You don't think so, love?" He asked, trying to keep his face as serious as possible. 

I looked at him, in the bed beside me, only wearing his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, my hand still resting on his chest. "I happen to think you're sexy in other ways." 

He tilted his head at me, "Oh?" He asked curiously, raising his brow in my direction. 

I nodded enthusiastically, "I think you're really sexy when you make me food." I said sarcastically.

He giggled, "That's not where I thought this was going." 

I propped myself up on my elbows beside him, "Where exactly did you think this was going?" 

He chuckled, "You really want to play innocent, don't you?" He asking jokingly.

I smirked, "Would it really be that fun if I didn't?" I said while tapping my chin causing him to laugh. 

He glanced at my cleavage before glancing back up to face me, "You're going to act like you didn't purposely wear that top?" 

I shook my head, "This wasn't for you. I packed light." I said matter of factly causing him to snicker. 

He glanced over to the side of the dresser noticing that I did in fact not pack light, nor had I ever for literally anything and laughed, "You're something else." He said, bringing my hand up and kissing my knuckles lightly. 

His phone began buzzing again, he grabbed it, answering it on speaker phone. Ryan's voice immediately filled the room, "YOU DIRTY DOG!" He shouted trying to contain his laughter causing Hugh and I to look at each other and begin dying laughing. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, mate." Hugh said bluntly. 

"You don't know what I'm talking about mate, my fucking ass, Jackman!" Ryan yelled, in an awful attempt at an Australian accent. 

"Blake said she was busy." Hugh snickered back.

Ryan failed at containing his laughter, "I'm not mad at you. Get your dick sucked and call me later. Tell her I said g'day." 

"Bye, Ryan." I said giggling, cutting Hugh off as he went to speak before ending the call. 

I grabbed my own phone, noticing my followers tripling as I noticed he tagged me in his post on his Instagram. He pushed at my hand that was holding my phone, putting on his best pouty face, "Put your phone down and kiss me." 

I giggled, "Will you stop making that god awful face if I do?" I said while sitting my phone on the bedside table. 

He shrugged, "It depends on how good of a kisser you are." He joked, making the pouty face more dramatic. 

I playfully rolled my eyes, "I hate you. Come here." I said as I pulled him over towards me, locking my lips on his as I grabbed both sides of his face, holding it in place. 

His hands found their way to my hips as he pulled me on top of him, continuing to kiss me as I sat on his hips. He slowly removed his lips from mine, "You're an incredible kisser." He said before locking his lips back on mine as I deepened the kiss. I could feel his excitement beneath me growing, but everything suddenly came to an end as my phone began ringing. 

I moaned annoyingly, reaching over to grab it. My mouth dropped as I saw the name "Debbora-Lee" pop up on my phone. This was about to get interesting... "Who is it? What's wrong, love?" Hugh asked. 

I turned my phone around for him to see, "Oh, fuck. Just don't answer it." He said sternly.

Why should I not answer it? Is she mad about the Instagram post? Was she not just sitting with another man on her own Instagram? I decided to ignore Hugh's wishes and answer, bracing myself for impact. Deb never had an issue with me. She had her suspicions, but she could be a jealous person from time to time. For example - He was never allowed to make a movie with Angelina Jolie. 

"Hello?" I answered, trying to sound as nice and normal as possible. I knew she'd seen the picture. It was making waves online. 

She wasn't having it. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked with a hint of attitude in her voice.

I sighed, "What are you referring to, Debbora-Lee? I'm sitting in bed, at my hotel room." 

Hugh looked at me, clearly annoyed I didn't listen and answered the phone. She began raising her voice at me, "Yeah? In bed with my husband?!" 

I chuckled, "So we're just going to act like you're not also with someone?" I asked, amusement dripping from my voice. 

"That is my friend! Nothing more! You've been in love with my husband for years! Don't play stupid!" She yelled. 

I rolled my eyes, "First off, why in the fuck are you calling me? Maybe if you actually acted like you gave a shit about your husband, he wouldn't have confided in me so much. But where were you? You obviously were too busy when his dad died, which ended in me having to go to England to deal with shit you should've been dealing with! But where the fuck were you?!" 

She sat silenced.  "I mean fuck, you told Hugh it was the dogs. You told me it was the kids. Whose dick were you too busy riding? I mean seriously. Don't act so fucking innocent, Debbora. I should've ripped your ass in half in England, but your husband saved your ass." I spat back. 

She chuckled, "You don't know what you're talking about, you dumb bitch!"

Hugh finally spoke up, cutting us both off, "Okay, let's stop. Deb, she did nothing wrong. If you're out living your life, I'm going to live mine. What do you want from me? Do you expect me to sit and beg for you to come back home?" He asked, a bit annoyed and feeling somewhat defeated. 

She no longer wanted him, but she didn't want him to want others. She expected him to bend over backwards for her like he'd had for 27 years. 

Deb's voice softened, "No Hugh, I don't. I'm just pissed you're with her. She's spent years around our family and now she's your little girlfriend. Do you not realize she isn't but two years older than our son?"

"She's not my little girlfriend, Deb." He said nonchalantly. 

So all of the last 24 hours have been what exactly? A hot young rebound? His words shook me to my core. He noticed and told Deb they would speak later and to not call me anymore. As he hung up my phone, he looked over at me, "Listen-"

I cut him off, putting my hand over is mouth. "I'm good. We're friends, right? Friends don't sleep in other friend's beds, so feel free to find your way to the sofa or get your own room. Either way, I'm going to sleep." I said coldly. 

"Babe-" He tried to interject, grabbing my arm. 

I jerked it away, "I'm done talking about this. Look, I'm tired. I want to go to sleep. I don't want to hear anything else." I said, raising my voice. 

"Will you please just fucking listen to me?" He said, becoming annoyed. 

I shook my head, "There's nothing to listen to. Get the fuck out of my bed and let me go to sleep. I'm literally begging you at this point."  I got up, grabbing the blanket, "Fuck it. I'll go to sleep on the sofa." 

He grabbed my arm again, getting up from the bed, blocking me. "Why are you acting like this?" He asked. 

I shrugged, "I don't know, Hugh. But I'm getting really fucking tired of cleaning up your and her bullshit. I'm tired of always running to fucking fix you after she's hurt your feelings for the millionth fucking time all to watch you fall right back into her and her magical vagina or whatever the fuck she has that keeps you running back." 

He rolled his eyes, "I never said I was going back to her. I told her we'd talk later to end the conversation." 

I chuckled dryly, "Why? So you could spend more time with me? I'm not your girlfriend, remember? I'm just some sleazy ass rebound so you can get your dick wet for the first time in a year. Do not play me like I'm fucking stupid!" I screamed as I tried to get past him. 

He grabbed my hands tightly, "I'm not trying to play you like you're stupid, love. You're not a rebound. If you were a rebound, I would've had a go at you last night or I would've tried to make a move when we were alone in England in bed together." 

I stood, looking everywhere but him as he continued, "You are my best friend. I mean motherfucker, you've watched me cry like a bloody baby. I would never do anything to hurt you, love. This is why I told you to ignore her when she rang you. You get so in your head and you let others get into your head. Had she not rang, would you be acting like this?" 

I slowly shook my head, still refusing to look at him, "No, I'm just tired of this shit."

He sighed, "Can I hug you?" 

I nodded, "I told you, I'm yours. The only reason I didn't tell her that was because I was tired of hearing her bullshit. I wanted off the phone, I wanted you off the phone. You said we should lay low for a bit, so no, I was not going to tell her about this." 

I sighed, "You're not wrong. I mean, I understand why. I guess I'm just scared of getting hurt." I said, looking up to face him as he pulled me into a hug. 

He stroked my hair, "Love, I wouldn't ever hurt you. You know I wouldn't. Stop letting her get into your head. She's bitter and probably hurt. I don't think she ever truly thought I'd move on. And you know how she is, you know she's going to say whatever it takes to get under your skin." 

He wasn't wrong. I've known them for years. If she's mad, everyone knows it and she makes sure of it. Even if he has to completely pull something out of her ass just to upset someone, she doesn't hesitate. 

He looked at me as I looked up to him, "Please come back to bed with me." He asked, almost pleading with me. 

I gave him a half-smile, "Fine..." I walked back towards the bed, pulling his arm to come with me as we collapsed beside one another. I climbed back on top of him, "Now, where were we?" I asked, smirking. 

He giggled, "Were you not just accusing me of using you as a rebound and now you're on top of me?" 

I shrugged, "I don't know. Wasn't me. Must've been Patricia." I said channeling my inner Split. If you've never seen Split, it's the dude with multiple personalities. Patricia being one. 

He laughed, "Yeah? Let's bring the regular version out please. Patricia's depressing." He joked. 

"Really? Damn, I guess I know who to not call when I'm having a bad day." I said sarcastically. 

He smirked, "Oh, stop it." He said as he leaned upwards kissing me. "I thought you were going to bed." He said.

I leaned down to whisper in his ear, "I was, but I'm just going to be honest, I felt your boner earlier and I'm kinda curious." 

He erupted in laughter, blushing, "Really?" 

I nodded, "Hugh, Huge, whatever your name is. I can see why. 100%." I tried to keep my face straight but was failing. 

He chuckled, "You know, I started that rumor. So do with that information what you will." 

I snickered, "Can I at least see it?" 

He looked at me wide eyed, "Are you-are you seriously asking me this right now?" He tried to stop chuckling as he began turning red. 

I shrugged, "One little peak."

He laughed, "Can you go to bed?" 

I smirked, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." 

He playfully pushed me off of him, "What are you? 5?" 

I bit my bottom lip, "6 actually, now can I please see your penis?" 

He threw a pillow at me, "Not when you say it like that, you absolutely cannot." 

I fake pouted, "I offered to show you mine." 

He shook his head, "I don't think I want to see your penis." 

"Goodnight Hugh, I do not have a penis, thank you very much. Except the one in my suitcase. But I would've shown you something you would've really liked and now that's not happening." I said, while laughing, losing whatever composure I was holding onto. 

I rolled over with my back facing him. I felt him snake his arms around me, trailing light kisses down my exposed neck to my shoulder. 

"Are you sure you want to do this? Just 15 minutes ago you thought you were my rebound. I don't want you to get that idea." His voice now serious while stopping the kisses. 

I sighed, "I know I'm not a rebound for you. I was just hurt and she pissed me off."

 He softly kissed my shoulder, "Okay, but if at any point, you want to stop or if you start feeling that way, I want you to tell me..." He said reassuringly. 

I nodded, "I will. Promise." 

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Hii i love ur work i was wondering if u could do an angst story when ur the fem 9th member and jyp adds another fem member and they start ignoring you yelling at u and acting harsh and only one member is by ur side all the time

Replaceable

-9th skz

Warning: yelling, panic attacks, harsh tones, angst

Pairing: I.N x 9th member

Summary: a new member joins your group and it seems everything starts crashing down when you realize your being slowly replaced.

!not proofread!

Hey thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy this short story lol! Have a good day 🩷

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"Chan? I don't know where you are but I've been outside. Waiting. You promised to pick me up remember? Just text me or call me when you get this." I send the voicemail and let out a frustrated sigh. Had he forgotten to pick you up again? This was starting to become really annoying.

The last time he forgot because apparently the new girl, Haneul, needed help recoding something for the album. I let it go because it was the album after all and I want what's best for the team. But this time I had no idea why he wasn't texting or picking up.

The sky starts to drizzle and I let out a sigh. Slowly starting the walk home. I knew I was going to be soaking wet when I arrive at the dorms so I just put my phone in my bag to avoid it from getting spoilt.

The past few weeks, the schedule was really busy especially now that their was a 10th member. Everyone was trying to make her feel like home even offering her MY room as I took the couch until we were transferred to our new dorm. It was frustrating because now everyone's attention was on her and the fact that the boys were excited for a girl joining got me thinking that maybe they were tired of me.

The rain was pouring heavy now and my tears were too. Last week Han forgot to practice with you because he was with Haneul teaching her the rap part for the new song. Last week Felix forgot that you were making brownies with him and decided to do it with Haneul instead. Last week Changbin double booked his schedule with the recording studio and told me to come at a later date because Haneul needed more attention. LAST week Leeknow took her to the new game park when he had promised me to go with.

Haneul was slowly getting me replaced. The less I talked the more nobody would notice me.

My phone vibrates and I quickly pull out my phone.

"H-hello?" I say into it while snifling.

"Y/nie? Love? Are you there? What's all that noise?" I hear I.N's voice booming through the phone obviously panicking.

"I'm walking home." I sadly say looking at the puddles that had completely got my shoes wet.

"But it's raining dogs and cats outside! Yah! You're going to get sick."

"Chan forgot to pick me up again but it's okay I'm like 2 minutes away from the house."

"Oh baby. Let me make you some hot chocolate and run you a bath."

"You don't have to babe-"

"No I will! Now hurry along please. I want you home safe."

I say a little bye before rushing to get home.

My shoes let out squishy sounds against the hard wood floor as I make my way through the house.

"Where's Chan?" I glare at Changbin who's walking to the kitchen.

He stops and his eyes go wide when he finally sees me. "Oh my God. What happened babydoll?" He gasps at the state I'm in.

"Where. Is. Chan?" I ask one more time. Angry wasn’t even the word that could explain the emotion I felt at the moment.

"His in the studio-"

I walk past him and charge at the studio where I open the door to find him with Haneul laughing at something.

Was he being Foreal right now?

"Chan how could you?!" I say hurt at him causing him to jump and look up at me.

"Y/n? Oh my God what happened to you? Why are you soaking wet-"

"You fucking forgot to pick me up from schedules Where were you huh? Huh?" I frown and glare at him.

He looks panicked as he picks up his phone to check his reminders but his eyes open wide in realization.

"Oh my God- y/nie I'm so sorry. Haneul-"

“It’s okay,” I say not even bothering to fight with him. It wasn’t worth it. It was tiring.

"What’s going on guys?" Leeknow says coming into the room confused.

“Yah! Y/n your getting the whole house wet with your clothes? What’s your problem?” He scolds me.

“I had to walk through the rain and you don’t even care, no need to yell at me.”

The boys all start piling up into the room trying to figure out what the matter was.

"Y/n! Your wet!" Han exclaims

“Yes I think I get the point people!” I groan and shiver as the cold air hits my body.

“Y/n go get change please, now I have to clean up your mess,” Leeknow’s tone is harsh. I can hear it with a tint of frustration.

“Jeez Leeknow you won’t even bother to ask if I’m okay?” I roll my eyes trying to avoid the tears that threatened to fall down my cheeks once again.

He just dismisses me with his hand and walks out the room to do whatever he had too.

“Anyways, Haneul do you still wanna watch riverdale later?” My neck snaps at the direction that Hyunjin stood. Did he just say riverdale?

“Yeah yeah, I hope it’s not too much work but I was wondering if we could also make those little friendship bracelets-“

“Hyunjin did you just say riverdale? That’s our show,” my voice is now soft and quivering. Why would he watch our show with her.

“Y/n don’t be selfish, she’s just watching season one. It’s not a big deal.” He didn’t care. He didn’t care at all.

“We can alwyaks watch another series Hyunjin I don’t mind really-“

“Nah Y/n will be okay she’s just being dramatic like always,”

My breathing started to pick up. I couldn’t hold in the tears anymore. I was cold, tired, hungry and emotional. The sob that left my lips represented all that.

Chan’s eyes go wide when he notices the distress I’m in. “Hey, why are you crying? Are you okay?”

I don’t even bother to answer and just walk past the boys that stood by the door looking confused and worried.

“What’s the matter Y/n? Is it because of riverdale? Please don’t tell me you’re crying over that!” Hyunjin says as his hand grabs mine.

“You guys treat me like such a bother ever since she got here. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. I’m I boring to you guys now? All of you have been mean or pushing me aside for her. I don’t even ask for much but to have my friends back. If you don’t want me in the group anymore just tell me.”

I’m a mess, I’m a mess. I free myself from his grip before walking up the stairs where I run into I.N. He gives me a smile and realizes the state I’m in. His smile drops.

“Hey- woah woah woah, what’s wrong?” He asks but he was the only one that knew the current position I was in. I had told him the day he saw Chan snap at me when we were learning a new choreography and I had messed up.

“I’m- I’m just tired.” I cry as he automatically pulls me into his arms.

“Don’t cry hmmm. It’s okay I’ve got you okay? Let’s go upstairs and get you showered and changed. Then we can talk about it okay?” He whispers in my ear and I just nod in response.

He pulls me up the stairs and into my room where I find my pajamas laid out and some candles lit. The bathroom was running.

He slowly undresses me and guides me into the bathroom where I sit in the hot bathtub.

“Join me?” I ask well basically whimper. Craving his touch.

He chuckles. “Yeah sure my love. You miss me hm?”

“Yeah,” I softly say before blushing.

He gets undressed and gets into the tab. He leans back as I sit in between his legs. My body slowly meting into his.

He leaves tiny kisses on my naked shoulders while slowly massaging my neck. I find my body relaxing and slowly shutting down.

“Hey do you wanna talk about it now?”

“Mmm, it’s just that Everbody’s been acting so different towards me eve since she joined, I told you this last time but now it’s worse. Sometimes they don’t even acknowledge my existence.” I sigh feeling the sadness start to rise again.

“Baby, I told you last time to talk to them about it. What happened?”

“I don’t know I geuss, I geuss I just don’t want to make them feel like they’re picking.”

“But it’s your feelings that matter

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LMAO THIS IS LIKE ONE OF THE FIRST STORIES I TRIED TO DO, SHOULD I DROP IT?😭

[raccoonface]

“Oh God!”

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Warnings- language, ehhh idk about anything else

Summary-Cairo is in a heated rivalry with Y/n.. or at least she thinks so

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Y/n POV

I have a love-hate relationship with school. I’m good at it but I hate having to spend my entire day at this place where I’m constantly being surrounded by imbeciles.

We are coming back from spring break and we have new classes to attend I have a new class called creative writing I’ve heard people talking about it I just was never interested in writing.

I have about 36 hours before school starts and I’m trying to figure out who’s gonna be in my class I can’t seem to find any of my friends on the list

I’ve been thinking about what new classes my friend CC had gotten, So I called her. It took me about two tries for her to pick up the phone

“Whaaatttt”

“Wooow CC didn’t know you were so bothered to hear from me”

“Yes I am so hurry up before my mom yells at me to take the dog out”

“Ok, ok I just wanted to know what new classes you got”

“Well my mom forced me to do a creative class so I chose either Piano or Creative writing, and I really wanted Piano but apparently not because I got creative writing”

“Phew”

“What are you ‘phew’ing about..?”

“I couldn’t find anyone with the same class as me and I was starting to get worried”

“Wow Y/n I was one of your last go-to’s that’s crazy”

“Shut up CC”

“Anyways I probably have- CC GET OUT HERE AND TAKE OUT THE DOG- ok I really have to go now bye-“

“Bye-“

Anddd, she hung up on me, as usual, but I can’t really blame her for having a mom like hers and I am so glad I finally found someone with the same class as me I was so scared I would have to do it alone.

But before I do anything else I should probably go out to eat before I starve to death, and there’s this new place I’ve been wanting to try for a while now and right now’s the perfect excuse.

I just had to find the place.. I knew it was some sort of bar/restaurant type thing I just couldn’t remember the name.

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I ended up finding a place which I’m sure is the right one but it doesn’t have any sort of sign or name on it.

It’s a little secluded which hopefully means it won’t be as packed, especially around this time of day. I decided to come here for a late lunch or some sort of early dinner.

Their menu was really appealing I had to hold myself back from getting everything but what was really appetizing was probably the good old (whatever food you want cuz I don’t know what to choose).

“Hello there may I take your order?” At least I know now that the people are nice here

“Oh uhm yeah sorry. I’d like the (food)” jeez I’m awkward

“Alright would that be all”

“Yeah thank you”

“No problem ma’am I’m just doing my job” of course like every waitress is supposed to

“Right.”

“I feel like I know you from somewhere” I hope not..

“Maybe..?” I have no idea..

“Holy shit you’re Y/n L/n right?” Surprise? I guess..? I don’t recognize her

“Uhhhh…. Yeah? Do I know you?”

“No but my friend knows of you and she hates your guts. She thinks of you as her school rival or something.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me right…?” There’s no way…

“No ma’am but I should probably get your order to the kitchen”

“Oh… yeah probably”

“Yeah talk to you later”

That was weird… I don’t know how her friend would know me though I would think I’m pretty quiet in school. I don’t even know who I was talking to.

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Here’s a start to the Cairo series I was talking about.

Sorry for taking an unexpected absence for a month there’s a lot going on with my life rn but I’m getting back into working on my fics.

Expect more soon!

[bonbonchocolates]

Bunny

Yandere Bunny Hybrid Jungkook x Reader

Summary: When your best friend asks you to look after her pet bunny.......

Warnings: yandere jungkook, kidnapping, obsessive behaviour, obsession at first sight, non-con, smut (not descriptive), breeding kink, baby trapping

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you do please leave a like.

Masterlist

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"Y/N"

Your colleague and good friend, Jungeun called you, grabbing your attention. You turned back to see her with a basket in her hands.

"Can I request you something?"

She asked and came towards you with the basket in her hands. You nodded your head and let her proceed.

"Actually Y/N I have to go out of the station for a few days-"

"Oh"

This was the only word that came in your mouth. You didn't know what to say or didn't even have any idea what she was about to say.

"So can you look after my pet for me?"

"What? You have a pet, you never told me before."

You two have been friends for five years but she never told you she has a pet. You even went to her house several times but she never showed you her pet.

"O-oh y-yeah, I j-just a-dop-ted recently."

Why did she shutter?

She then opened the basket in her hands. You peeped into it and found there was a small bunny inside it.

"Aww so cute."

Those words came out of your mouth as soon as you saw the bunny. After hearing your words a huge smile formed on Jungeun's face.

"Btw, what's his name?"

You asked pointing at the bunny. You were busy admiring it.

"Cookie"

Jungeun said watching you staring at the bunny. She couldn't help but feel happy at the sight.

"So Y/Niee, will you take care of Cookie?"

"Definitely"

"Thanks Y/Niee, thank you, you are the best."

She said before handing over the basket to you. You grabbed it tightly so that it doesn't slip from your hands.

"Y/Niee, I should get going, I'm getting late."

She said before running towards her car .

"Jungeun wait!"

"Bye Y/N, take care."

She turned back to you the last time and yelled at you. Soon she disappeared from your sight. You eyes then fell on the bunny in your hand. You found it staring at you.

"Let's go home, Cookie."

You walked towards your car with the basket in your hands. Just then something striked your brain, why did Jungeun bring her pet to work? Most importantly when she came to work she had no basket with her.

A drop of rain fell on your face. You know it's going to rain soon. You better get home soon.

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Next Day:

You were searching on internet about how to look after a bunny. You had a dog and a cat before but never had a bunny so you have no idea how to take care of them.

You were currently at your work place and right now you had no work. You looked at the desk beside yours which was empty because it was Jungeun's. It's been a day but you miss her so much.

You heard a tap sound on your desk, you looked up to find a man you had never seen before.

"Excuse me, are you miss Y/N?"

"Yes"

After hearing that the man flashed you a bunny smile. You found it adorable.

"Good, I'm your new coworker. I'm here to work at the place of miss Jeon Jungeun."

Wait-what in place of Jungeun. No it can't be, Jungeun can't leave. You will die without her.

"What, Jungeun left?

"No actually miss Jungeun will not come to work for a month or two. So I'll work at her place."

You sighed in relief. Thank God Jungeun didn't leave but she'll not be coming for a month or two. She told you she is going out for a few days. Why didn't she tell you where she is going or why she is going? It was weird because she never hid something from you.

"Btw, my name is Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook."

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It has been almost two weeks since Jungkook joined your office. You two have gotten really well and now you are very good friends. You both often grab lunch or coffee together.

It doesn't matter how good of a bond Jungkook and you have now, you still miss Jungeun. She is your best friend and you can share each and every problem with her.

About Jungeun, you called her many times but she didn't pick up the call. You are really worried about her. You just hope she is fine. You talked about her to Jungkook, he assured you that everything is okay and she is fine. You hope he is right.

"What are you thinking about Y/N?"

Jungkook's voice brought you out of the stream of your thoughts. You looked at Jungkook who was staring at you.

"Oh nothing"

"Y/N if you want to share it with me you are free to. I won't judge you."

"I know"

Suddenly you realised that it's getting late and you should head home. Cookie is alone and you need to feed him.

"Jungkook, it's getting really late. I must head home."

"Oh yeah, I am getting late too."

With that both of you parted your ways.

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"Are you hungry, Cookie?"

You went towards the basket where Cookie was seated. You picked him up and were about to leave when your eyes spotted something. You placed Cookie down on the floor and grabbed the piece of paper which you found in the basket.

Why didn't you see it before? Maybe you didn't pay so much attention to it. You opened the piece of paper. 'Oppa, please don't hurt Y/N' was all written on the paper. It appeared to be Jungeun's handwriting but why will she write something like this and who wants to hurt you? So many questions went through your mind.

You decided to ignore it and do what you were about to do. You decided to feed Cookie but when you looked down where you kept Cookie, he was not there.

Just the you heard the pop sound of your phone. It was kept on the nearby table so you quickly grabbed it and checked the notification. You had received a message from Jungeun. You were so happy to see her name, she finally remembered you.

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Jungeuniee🐇:

Run Y/N

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Why would you run? What happened? Why did she text something like this?

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You:

What happened Jungeuniee?

Jungeuniee🐇:

Y/N run away before Oppa gets you.

You:

Why should I run from your Oppa?

Jungeuniee🐇:

Y/N you have time now.

Run away before Oppa gets you.

You:

Stop joking Jungeun.

I know you don't have a brother.

Jungeuniee🐇:

Y/N I lied to you.

I have a brother and he is obsessed with you.

You:

What are you saying Y/N?

Jungeuniee🐇:

Y/N I'll explain everything to you.

But right now just run away.

And don't take Cookie with you.

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Just then you heard the sound of something breaking. I ran towards my kitchen from where the sound came from. There I found Cookie on the kitchen counter and a plate broken into pieces.

I grabbed Cookie from there. I am glad that he didn't get hurt.

"You have no idea what you have done?"

I gave Cookie something to eat and I made something for myself to eat. I was having my dinner but couldn't stop thinking about what Jungeun had said.

She has a brother and I had no idea. Her brother is obsessed with me. How can it even be possible? She has to be joking because whatever she said doesn't makes any sense. But somewhere inside you was saying you to listen to her.

Whatever she said is definitely not possible, isn't it? Suddenly your head started to pain and you started to feel dizzy. You held your head tightly in your hands.

"Good night sweetheart, sleep well. You have a long night ahead."

You looked up and saw a figure sitting right in front of you through your blurry vision. It appeared to be Jungkook but what is he doing here? Before you could take a proper look at the person everything went black and you fell asleep.

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Jungkook's POV:

I looked at Y/N, she already passed out. I went towards her and picked her up in bridal style.

"Now I finally have you."

I whispered to her even though I know that she is not able to hear me. I am so happy to have her all for myself and all thanks to my sister. If she would not have helped me I would have never got my sweetheart.

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Flashback:

I was walking down the street in search of the dog who killed one of our pack member. How dare he kill one of our member? He will face the worst death for that and I will make sure of it.

Just then my eyes caught a sight of a girl helping an old lady cross the street. I was captivated by her beauty. I totally forgot what I was here for and just watched her helping the old lady. Nowadays we don't find such people often.

That was the moment I realised that I fell for her. I need her in my life. Don't worry sweetheart I will soon make you mine.

End of Jungkook's POV

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"Y/N, Y/N"

You heard somebody wishpering your name. You opened your eyes and found Jungeun staring at you.

"Jungeuniee-"

She covered your mouth with her hand before you could speak further. You observed the surroundings and found yourself in an unfamiliar room. Where were you?

"Didn't I tell you to run away?"

Jungeun wispered to you.

"But wh-"

"Listen Y/N, I lied to you that I don't have any siblings. I actually have a brother."

"But why did you lie?"

"I wanted to live a normal life as a human. Yes, we are not humans we are rabbit hybrids."

Are you dreaming? What is she saying? Rabbit hybrids- do they even exist? But the most important thing right now was that why are you here in the first place?

"Why am I here?"

"My brother brought you here. He is obsessed with you and wants you to be his mate. This is why I told you to run away but you didn't listen to me. At first I thought he loves yo- "

Before Jungeun could complete her sentence you heard someone clearing their throat. You looked at found Jungkook standing near the door with his hands on his hips.

You were correct it was Jungkook whom you saw before passing out. He is the one who kidnapped you and he is Jungeun's brother. Why didn't you figure it out before? Truth to be said both Jungkook and Jungeun had so much in common. They have the same surname and even a similar name.

"Get out, sister"

He yelled at Jungeun which had you in shock. You never saw this side of him and it freaked you out.

"But Oppa-"

"I said get out."

Jungeun hurriedly ran away from the room. You were now alone with Jungkook. He started to come towards you.

"Stay away from me."

You yelled at him but nothing worked. You tried to run away but in a moment Jungkook was above you. He pinned you hands above your head. You regret not listening to Jungeun and running away.

"Can't do sweetheart. I love you so much. I can do anything to have you even if I have to get rid of someone I will do it. If I can pretend to be a pet bunny then I can do anything."

He quickly captured your lips in a kiss. The kids was rough and demanding. He was enjoying the kiss but you struggled in his grip.

"Now I will make you my mate so that you can never get away from me."

With that he started to remove your clothes. You tried to push him off you but nothing worked because he was too powerful compared to you.

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He was thrusting deep inside you while you were crying helplessly. He was moaning in pleasure while you were groaning in pain.

You thought Jungkook to be a good person. You trusted him but he betrayed you. Even your best friend betrayed you. She was the one who helped Jungkook. You can never forgive her. Even though she said you to run away. If she wanted she could have protected you from him.

"I have to make sure that my seeds reach your womb. Jungeun loves babies."

With a final thrust he cummed inside you and laid on top of you. He then kissed your forehead. You now know that you are forever trapped with him.

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[sturnlova]

Gonna hear you (M.S)

(Matt Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut of course , fluff, new to writing, long asf sorry i got carried away 😭 , not proofread but when is it? that’s all i think )

( Word count : Around 850 )

( Send requests!!!)

Y/N POV:

I walked in the house shared with Nick, Chris and my boyfriend Matt and placed my keys on the key bowl on the wooden table. I could hear muffled screams saying “You IDIOT!!“ “How’d you mess it up” “IT WAS AN ACCIDENT“ i knew at this point they were playing Fortnite i didn’t know if they were streaming though.

I walked into Nick’s room to say hi as i always do, stumbled my way to Chris’ room and gave him a hi before i walked to matt room. I finally reached matt’s room kissed him on the cheeks and moved his headphones to whisper in his ear “hi pretty boy, how are you you?” he blushed at my words and pressed a button on his keyboard to say “ hi sweetheart i’m good, but better now that your here “ I looked at the camera as he unmuted and waved a quick hello.

His stream was going crazy as they read what our mouths said and went wild over the nick names, it made me giggle.

Time skip

I just finished my shower and left my clothes on matt’s bed well he was still on stream. Fuck. What do. i called matts name as he went on mute and asked “what’s wrong? “ I stepped to show my naked body but still out of frame for them steam couldn’t see me.

All his blood travelled straight to his pants and made an obvious bludge in grey sweatpants, i couldn’t help but giggle at the fact i made him this way.

He turned his camera off and threw me my top but nothing else. He instructed me to his lap, i quickly followed like a dog following the smell of food. He pulled his pants down and jerked his 8 and half inches before allowing his self in me. We have tried cock warming a couple of times it always ended in him fucking me.

He turned the camera on along with the mic, i could hear Nick and Chris talk about how he was such a simp for me. Matt just told them to shut up and continued the game of Fortnite for an hour or two. Every time he would laugh or get angry he would thrust up and make me whine.. i moaned a bit to loud into the mic a bit to many times. fuck i could not stay quiet for the life of me. Matt moved his hands to my hips and squeezed them to tell me to shut it along with his whisper yell“ There gonna hear you”

But holy shit i couldn’t handle it, i started to grind on him and didn’t stop, matt turned his camera and mic off and told me if i didn’t stop his gonna end up fucking me.. but shit that didn’t sound like a bad idea ?? He turned everything back on and i continued doing my actions. Matt game skills were shit at this point, i could hear Nick say “ Matt are you feeling okay? your game is worse than mine lmao 🤣” Matt responded with “ actually i’m not feeling that good, ima head off now..” They said there byes and matt said bye to chat and turned discord call off along with twitch.

Matt took me off his lap and spoke into my ear “ you wanna be a slut and want my brothers and over 20k people hear you moan? knowing they are gonna hear, than your gonna get fucked like one.” the way he spoke just made me get wetter to the point were i was leaking onto my thighs since i had no underwear one.

He gave me no warning and thrusted into me.. he didn’t need to stretch me as he already cock already did the job. Fuck the speed he was at was a speed that i’ve never experienced, but holy shit i loved it. I was begging under him, screaming his name like a chant.

After 3 orgasms and Matt not stopping i couldn’t even moan i just had my mouth in a ‘o’ shape and heavy loud breaths. I couldn’t take it anymore and matt saw it on my face and spoke “ you can take it i know you can, i can take it so can you, plus remember you’re the one who couldn’t wait, one more baby please baby i know you got this” i really couldn’t. Shit after he kept going i couldn’t do it i screamed out safe word “ketchup” repeatedly. i know it’s a silly safe word but it worked.

Matt stopped immediately and was so worried asking if i was okay and if he went too far, I reinsured him telling him i was okay and that i was more than okay i just couldn’t handle the over stimulation. Matt hurried off to the bathroom and grabbed a wet hand towel to clean me up and then cleaned him self up.

Matt checked his phone and saw 3 messages from chris …

[rita-repulsa-ke]

Nicky and Death

Nicky is three, playing by a creek a little ways away from camp, entertaining himself by trying to stack rocks together while his mother cooks.

He places a rock with great care and then a woman is there, kneeling on the ground next to him. “Wow,” she says. “Nice rocks.”

Nicky has a toddler’s sensitivity to condescension and there’s none in her voice. She does really seem to like the rocks. “I building a tower. I can do up to six and then it fall,” he tells her, an extroverted child, used to charming people on his mother’s behalf.

“Hmm. I bet we can do more than six. What do you think?” she asks.

He considers, then hands her a rock and she isn’t actually that much better at it than him, but by the time his mama calls for him, they’ve managed a tower of ten.

He’s too focused on the rocks, he doesn’t notice the way the strange woman freezes like a hunting dog sighting prey when Agatha’s voice rings out. “If any little boys were out there and wanted dinner, now would be the time to come back.”

“Coming, mama!!” He yells, then, “That’s my mama,” he tells the stranger.

“So it is,” she agrees and there is a tone in her voice, like she’s got a cold, strangely sniffly. He should know, he gets them a lot. “Is she a good mama?”

He nods. “Mos’ly. She makes me eat ve’gatles.”

“Truly terrible. Do you want to play together again sometime?”

He nods. The stranger is good at stacking rocks and he likes having someone to play with when his mama is busy.

“All right. But listen, little Nicholas. You mustn’t tell your mother about me. Or I’ll have to disappear and never come back.”

He accepts this with a child’s acceptance of fairytale logic, the same way he accepts that she knows his name with no introduction. “‘K.”

She offers him her hand and they shake like adults.

“Nicky, hurry it up, the food is getting cold!” His mama yells.

“G’tta go. Bye,” he tells his mysterious new friend, bounds up and races away toward his mama and food he hopes contains no vegetables of any kind.

“…She’s always so impatient,” Rio murmurs, flicking the tower of rocks over, her ears pricked to hear the distant sounds of a woman and a boy chatting together. “…Miss you so much, my heart.”

She sits, listens and grieves for some unknowable length of time, until eventually, between one breath and next, she disappears, stops listening but never stops grieving.

[jay-m3]

Eggcellent

Male reader insert Characters: Adam, Lucifer, Alastor, Valentino, and Vox Warning* Foul language

Ok, imagine giving them an egg. Like in those tiktoks where people give their dogs an egg to see if they will be gentle with it.

Adam

"Uh, what the hell do you want me to do with this?" Adam looks at the egg in his hand. An eyebrow raised in confusion as he rubs the egg with his thumb before looking over to you; who walks away.

"Babes?" You didn't even explain why, just placed the egg in his hand when he arrived home. With a snarl, he follows you in the kitchen, pocketing the egg in his robe.

The whole day, Adam didn't get an answer. Egg in his pocket which he sometimes smooths a thumb over it. Seeing that it is now bed time, he enters the bathroom where you were brushing your teeth. Through the mirror he narrows his eyes before a flash of a grin spreads on his face.

"What the fuck Adam!" You screech when the eggs' yolk runs down your face when Adam smashes it on the top of your head.

"Ha! That's what you get bitch! Hahaha!"

Lucifer

"Uh...want me to make you eggs?" Lucifer chuckles out, looking down at the egg that was placed in his hand. When he looks up, you shrug as a response before leaving him in his office.

Narrowing his eyes at the egg, he gently places it on his desk, away from the duck that he was creating before you walked in. It was a little late to eat just eggs (it was 9pm) and has seen you in pj's so that means you were now heading to bed.

Over night, he stays up to finish his project. Eyes drifting to the egg every so often. Everytime he does, the memory of you just pops in from the random encounter. How funny.

"Awe, Lucifer." You smile as a plate of eggs is set infront of you as you sit up from bed. The egg that you gave him on the side, fully intact with a smiling duck face painted on it.

"Good morning, handsome."

Alastor

"Dear?" He questions as the egg is placed in his hand. Without much of a goodbye, you rush off. With an eye twitch, he places it down on his table.

He stares at if for a couple of minutes, sipping at his tea as he tries to make out what is your intention. He hasn't done anything wrong...unless it's your communication of wanting dinner with something with an egg in it? With that idea and only solution of just giving him a fucking egg, he darts off to the kitchen.

"What the hell, Alastor." You say in shock once you see one of Sir Pentious's egg boy tied up in the middle of the table on a platter.

"Please save me nice man!"

Valentino

"What's this?" Valentino questions as you hand him the egg. He examines it closely, wondering if it's a vibe that was shaped as an egg. Those things have been selling well. But as he examines it closer, it's just a regular plain stupid egg.

With a frown he looks up to find you gone. How rude. With a displeased sigh, he takes a gulp from his cocktail that he was trying before you interrupted.

"Kitty, give me my usual." Valentino grumbles out, watching as the robot quickly takes the drink that was placed down to replace it. Sighing, he remembers the egg in his hand.

"Fucking bitch." He grumbles out as he let's the egg slip from his hand and splat on the ground.

Vox

"Bye hot stuff." Vox says before rushing out the door. He was on a call, distracted as he grabs his stuff from your hand which you thankfully gathered for him. He is so going to reward you tonight.

"What the fuck?" He says once he notices the egg in the cup holder of his car after he finishes up the call. He picks it up, examining it. How the hell did the egg end up there? Why did you give him an egg?

"Hey Valerie, call Lover boy." The sound of a ping rings out the car as it starts to call you. After a few seconds, it goes to voice mail. Rolling his eyes, he calls again. As he waits, he lowers his windows to get some fresh air.

"Don't cut me off!" Vox yells out to the car that swerves in his lane. Having none of it (especially not wanting to damage his sport car), he speeds up next to the car and throw the egg at it.

"Hello?"

"We need to buy more eggs."

[guinea-pig16]

Yes, Sir!

Soap x Reader X Captain Price

Disclaimer: This is an NSFW piece! 18+ only, please!

Fic is below the cut, hope you enjoy! This is my first time writing a piece with more than one ship!

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Word count: 3,300+

Warnings: AFAB reader, mentions of AFAB parts, penetrative sex, anal sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, threesome (F/M/M), dom/sub vibes

This fic is based off of a dream I had a couple days ago so if you think it's odd, that's why lmao

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Clinks of glasses together filled the air as everyone celebrated a mission well done. Task Force 141 had just completed their latest mission without a hitch, so Captain Price decided to treat the team with a night at their local bar. Laughter and chatter filled the cozy building. You sat at the bar, giggling with Soap, drinking your third beer of the night.

“Ye wouldn’t believe the shite he wis goin on aboot!” Soap leans his head against his arms, shaking from his laughter. “He wis sayin’ shite like ‘two goldfish ar’ inna tank’, an’ one of ‘em goes ‘ye know how to drive this thing?’” Soap’s voice goes deep as he imitates Ghost, and the two of you burst out laughing. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Ghost (sitting next to Soap) glower slightly at him. Your ribs hurt as you try to contain your giggles.

“Right, what’s all this then?” You hear a voice say. Soap and you look up at Price, giving him a half hearted salute as you both come down from your laughter. 

“Ah, Johnny was just telling me something funny that Ghost said!” You smile, still slightly giggling. Price smiles at the two of you.

“I’m glad to see you both enjoying yourselves, even if it’s at the expense of our dear Lieutenant.” You see Ghost roll his eyes and lift his mask to take a sip of his drink. “You all worked very hard on our last mission, you all deserve a bit of rest and reprieve.” You smile at Price.

“Thank you captain! We couldn’t have done it without your excellent leadership.” Price waves his hand, grinning. 

“Ah, it’s nothing without a good team. Anyways, I’ll let you three get back at it.” He waves as he goes over to where Gaz and Laswell are chatting. 

Soap nudges your shoulder and leans close to your ear. “Better be careful thir, Sergeant, he wis given’ ye th’ eyes…” He giggles and you punch his arm, causing him to pull back, rubbing his where you hit him. 

“Oh, stick a sock in it, Mactavish! As if!” You rolled your eyes at his comment. You had to admit though, Captain Price was a good looking man. But you would never get with your superior. 

“Ooo, does ‘at mean yer open to other options, love?” He says in an exaggerated flirty voice as he leans close to you, batting his lashes. You bark out a laugh and shove him back causing him to go into a fit of giggles.

“Once again, stick a sock in it, Mactavish, you dog!” You break into a series of giggles with Soap. In your mind though, you look at him differently. Johnny is definitely a very attractive man, but you guys were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less…

The night flew by. At one point, Gaz had challenged you and Soap to a karaoke contest, and you three treated the bar to a drunken rendition of ‘California Girls’. Let’s just say, you were absolutely hammered. To the point Price insisted on driving you home along with Gaz. You accepted the offer, as you had walked here and didn’t feel like walking back home. Around 1 am, Price dragged you and Gaz out of the bar, yelling goodbye to Soap as he was also being dragged out by Ghost, who was his ride home. He drunkenly waved bye to you as he leaned against Ghost for support. 

Price helped you into the back seat, as Gaz had won the front sit through rock, paper, scissors. The ride to your house was filled with laughter as you and Gaz shared stories and jokes, Price silent the whole time with a soft smile on his face. Once at your house, Price wrapped an arm around you and helped you inside. He gently sat you on your couch.

“Alright, I believe you can handle the rest now.” You grinned and saluted him. He chuckled and ruffled your hair. “G’nite, dear. See you in a few days.” He said before waving goodbye, making sure the door was locked behind him as he left. 

You stretched and yawned. You stumbled slightly going down the hall to your bedroom. You changed out of your clothes and into loose fitting pajamas, before snuggling underneath your covers. You sighed contently as you drifted off to sleep…

Bang.

You jolted awake. You looked around. You were still in your bedroom, snuggled in your blankets. You groan and roll over, attempting to go back to sleep. 

Bang.

Your eyes shot open once again. You slowly lean up in your bed, looking towards your bedroom door. What was that? You think. You hear more small bangs and rustling from down the hall. Slowly, you crawl out of your bed, grabbing your phone, and inch towards the door. You wince as your door creaks when you open it. You hear the sounds stop.

You exit your room as quietly as you can, and begin inching down the hall. You reach the end of the hall and peek out towards the living room. Your heart sinks as you see two, large, black figures facing you. You squint slightly. Something about the figures seems… familiar. You hold up your phone and turn on the flashlight and shine it into the living room. You almost sigh in relief when the light reveals Soap and Price standing in your living room. You then furrow your brow. What the hell are they doing here?

You step into the living room, and take note of the open window. Did they fucking climb through the window? “What the hell are you two doing here? It’s the middle of the night.” You cross your arms and glare at the two of them. They both glance at each other and grin as if they’re in on a joke.

“There she is…” Says Soap, taking a small step closer to you. You don’t know why, but you take a step back, feeling uneasy about this whole situation. Price smiles at you, an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Don’t run love, it’s okay…” Price says quietly, and you shiver slightly from the tone of his voice. Soap takes another step towards you, you take another step back. He and Price rake their eyes unabashedly up and down your body, causing your cheeks to heat. They take in where your night shirt has slipped down your shoulder, exposing your bra strap, where your pajama pants have sagged slightly, exposing your hips. Soap groans slightly at the sight, making your face heat even more.

“God love… Ye have no idea what ye do to us…” Soap takes another step forward, you take one backwards. He starts slowly stepping closer and closer, and out of apprehension, you walk slowly backwards back into the hall, inching towards your bedroom. Soap begins speaking in a low, husky tone.

“What ye were wearin’ tonite almos’ ‘ad me an’ Price bend ye over the bar…” You blush furiously. Soap eyes haven’t left yours once, practically burning a hole through your head. “Ye always look so intoxicatin’... The way ye sway yer hips… The way yer lips look when ye smile…” He groans lowly. “Yer a damn drug… ye know that?” His pupils are blown wide, with what you can now identify as lust. You go to take another step back, but trip on your own feet and drop your phone. You fall flat on your ass and are helpless as Soap stands before you. He crouches slowly, eyes never leaving yours. He grabs a hold on your ankles and yanks you so you’re underneath him. 

He leans down next to your ear and speaks low. “...We’re gunna fuckin’ ruin you tonite, babes…” Your whole body shivers at his words, and your face flushes red. He looks into your eyes, searching for anything that would say no. You look back at him and bite your lip lightly. He grins and slowly drags you out of the hall by your ankles, his eyes burning into your own. When you enter the living room again Price is still standing there, and you lock eyes. 

Soap drops your ankles and leans over you once again, arms caging you in. “What a pretty girl ye are…” And presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss. You let out a soft moan into his mouth, and wrap your arms around his neck. You feel him move to the side as you see Price get down on his knees and lean over you, pressing a kiss to your neck. You feel his hand drift down to your waistband.

“How about we take these off, love…” Price’s hands toy with your waistband. Soap breaks the kiss long enough for you to whisper out a breathy ‘yes’, before recapturing them. He slips his tongue into your mouth as Price presses kisses along your neck and slowly slips your pajama pants downward. 

He tugs them completely off and slips down so he’s facing your underwear. Head in between your thighs, he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, causing you to let out a moan into Soap’s mouth. Soap’s hands begin slipping underneath your night shirt and upwards towards your chest. 

“May I take these off, dear?” Price asks, finger hooking underneath the waistband of your underwear. Soap breaks the kiss and asks with his eyes to take off your shirt. You breathily say yes to both, and feel your underwear being slipped off as your shirt is lifted above your head. Soap’s hands find the clasp at the front of your bra and looks at you asking. You nod, and he unclasps your bra and admires your exposed chest, before recapturing your mouth. He kneads your chest as you feel Price moving closer to your exposed heat.

“You look absolutely wonderful, love…” Price groans and licks a strip up your heat, causing you to moan into Soap’s mouth.

“That’s it love, keep makin’ those pretty sounds’ fur us…” Soap says, breaking the kiss to gaze into your eyes. Price wraps his arms around your thighs as he sucks on your clit. You gasp and squirm as he prods at your entrance with his tongue, his mouth hot on your sex. Soap takes off his shirt and grins as you rake your eyes over his chest. “Like wit ye see, lass?” He then buries his face into your neck and gently bites as you arch your back to Price’s work. 

“Doin’ so good for us, pretty girl… Gonna make sure ye can’t walk in the mornin’...” Price groans in agreement, sending vibrations into your heat. You shiver and whine as Price laps at you. You feel a knot begin to tighten in your lower belly. Price moves his efforts to your clit, and you feel one of his fingers prod at your entrance. You moan loudly as you feel his finger slip into you. You feel Soap grin against your neck. 

You gasp as Price pumps in another finger, stretching you out. You clutch onto Soap like a lifeline as your thighs shiver, causing him to chuckle.

“Careful now, Captain, ye don’ wanna break her now do ye?” If you could, you’d glare at him, but the feeling of Price’s tongue and fingers has your mind practically melting. Price says nothing, he just doubles his efforts, pumping faster and sucking harshly on you. You moan loudly, the knot in your belly tightening significantly. You’re so close. 

“Johnny… Price… ‘M so close, ah!” You slur out, your whole body trembling in pleasure.

“I know dear, I can feel ya. I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry your pretty little head…” Price says, before returning his efforts to your bud. Soap recaptures your lips in a heated kiss, his hands brushing over your chest. He sucks on your tongue, and the knot gets tighter and tighter. And then it snaps.

You moan loudly into Soap’s mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Price slows his efforts and helps you down from your high, your whole body shaking from it. Soap breaks the kiss and you gasp for air, chest heaving. Price finally pulls away from you, and you glance up at him, his beard glistening from his work. He and Soap glanced at each other and began undressing in front of you. Once stripped to their boxers, Soap and Price switched. Soap knelt between your legs, and Price knelt behind you, gently sitting you up and leaning you against his chest. Soap gently rubbed your thighs and looked you in the eyes as he removed his boxers. His cock sprung out and your eyes widened as you took in its length. He grinned and grabbed your legs.

“Liking what yer seein’, doll?” You rolled your eyes at his comment, and flicked his shoulder with your hand. Price and Soap chuckled and he began positioning his shaft to your entrance. He looked in your eyes for any objection, but you just nodded and whispered it was okay to continue. Nodding, he gently pressed his tip to your entrance, the both of you letting out a soft groan. Slowly, he pushed into you, making him curse at your tightness and causing you to lean your head back on Price’s shoulder, who leaned down and kissed your cheek.

“You’re being such a good girl for us, dear.” He whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver. Soap bottomed out and stayed there for a moment, huffing. Slowly, he pulled out, and then thrusted back in, making the two of you gasp. A delicious burn traveled through you as he gently thrusted in and out. The burn gave way to immeasurable pleasure as you let out moan after moan for each thrust. 

“Johnny… Fast- Faster… Please…” You moaned, head laid back on Price’s shoulder. 

Soap chuckled slightly, groaning. “Anythin’ ye want, pretty girl.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, sitting up. And then he began pounding into you, causing you to cry out. He huffed and moaned into your ear, holding you close. The knot in your belly formed again and tightened slowly, making you curl your toes. 

“Aww, Price… Yer lookin’ awfully lonely over there…” Soap cooed, grinning. He stopped thrusting into you and you whined at the loss of friction. “Easy there, lass… Thought we should include our Captain… Whit’d ye think, love? Should we?” You dumbly nodded your head, wanting more than anything for Soap to continue pounding into you. You heard Price groan lowly, and the sound of clothes shuffling. Then you felt hands grabbing your ass, and a finger poke into your hole. You gasped at the feeling, and moaned as Price pumped in his finger, stretching out your entrance. You tucked your head into Soap’s neck, and whined as Price put in another finger, then a third.

“There’s a good girl… Doing so good…” Price whispered in your ear, making you whimper. Price removed his fingers, and you felt his cock tease the entrance of your ass. “This is gonna be a bit uncomfortable, darling. Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow…” Price kissed your neck, and slowly began to push in. You winced slightly at the stretch, and Soap pressed a kiss on your head and rubbed your back soothingly. Price gripped your waist like a lifeline, and hissed as he bottomed out. The three of you sat there for a moment as you caught your breath, adjusting to the feeling of the two men inside you. You’d never felt so full before.

Finally, after a couple minutes, you spoke. “O-Okay… You can… You can move now…” You wrapped your arms around Soaps neck, face still buried in his neck. You felt Soap smile into your hair, and Price rubbed your waist affectionately. They both slowly pulled out and pushed back in. The air was filled with low groans and breathy moans as the two men slowly pumped into you. Your nails dug into Soap’s shoulders.

“Ah… Faster, please…” You moaned, feeling the knot tighten once more in your belly.

“Ye sure, babes? Don’t wanna… hah… hurt ye…” Soap groaned. You heard Price make a noise of agreement. You whined slightly.

“Please… You won’t hurt me, please… I need more…” Soap and Price groaned at the sound of your neediness.

“Whatever you want, love.” Price said, before the two of them began harshly thrusting into you. You practically screamed at the feeling. They both moaned loudly at the way you clenched around them. 

“Thas’ it, thas’ a good girl. Takin’ us so well.” Soap groaned in your ear, lightly biting your earlobe. All you could do was moan in response, brain turned to mush by the two men. You were sandwiched between them, being used as their own personal fuck toy. And you love it. It was a dream come true. You felt their thrusts become sloppy, their moans stuttering slightly. You could feel your own release coming as well.

“Johnny, Price, So- So close! ‘M gonna, ah!” You moaned. You felt one of Price’s hands come up and grip the back of your neck. He pulled your neck back so you were looking at him.

“Go ahead, come on our cocks, love.” He pulled you into a heated kiss. You whined into his mouth as the knot got tighter and tighter. Soap threw his head back, his thrusts getting even sloppier, and he let out a slew of curses.

You let out high pitched moan after moan, the knot getting unbelievably tight. Any second now… You were almost there. Your head felt lighter and lighter, and a ringing started in your ears, washing out the moans of Soap and Price. You were so close. It was about to snap, you were so close you could taste it. And then it snapped and-

BDING!

You jolted.

Your eyes popped open and you squinted. Sunlight filtered into your room through your curtains, hinting it was early afternoon. You sat up, looking around, blinking quickly. Everything was in place from last night, your clothes laying on the floor. You looked down. You were still in your pajamas. You scratched your head, confused. You crawled out of bed and walked down the hall, hesitantly. You peeked into the living room. It was normal. The window was latched and closed. There wasn’t a pillow out of place.

“What the fuck…?” You mumbled. Was that all… a dream?

BDING! 

You turned your head back to your bedroom. Was that your phone…? You walked back to your room and grabbed your phone.

You had a couple unread texts from Soap.

You opened your phone and read his shitty typing. He was asking if you wanted to come hangout with him, Ghost, and Gaz today. They were going to see a movie and then walk around town a bit. 

“Ony if yer not so hammered from last nite lol.” He typed. You rolled your eyes and texted back that you’d meet up with them at the movie theater. A couple minutes later, he texted back with the time they’re meeting. You agreed and said you’d see them there. You then sat your phone on your bed and stared at the wall.

Memories of your dream drifted back into your mind and you blushed slightly. What was that all about…? You didn’t have any feelings for either of them… you thought you didn’t at least. You shook your head. You only had a couple hours before you had to meet up with the others. So you took a cold shower and changed into a casual outfit.

You walked down the hall and glanced at the living room, your dream drifting to the front of your mind. Your face flushed and you shook your head once again, trying to clear it. 

With that, you grabbed your keys and headed out, making sure to lock your door behind you. Hopefully, you could forget about it today.

What a weird fucking dream.

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Thanks so much for reading !!!! This was my first time writing a threesome, so I hope you liked it !!! I was giggling and kicking my feet the entire time while writing LMAO !!! It was such a weird dream, I'd never had one like that before. And funny thing is, I was reading COD fics before bed that night but it had NOTHING to do with Soap and Price, so I have no clue why they showed up. Anyways, thanks for reading !! Ciao!! <3 <3

XOXOXOXOX <3

[ryotono]

More Upper moons and [Y/N] and quotes and Chaos, curse and whatever the god damnit it's this

Enjoy! :D

[Y/N]: good evening, my only amazing master Muzan, the glorious king of demons

Muzan: what did you do?

[Y/N]: I burned down a city

Muzan: what

[Y/N]: yeah ik I f*cked up but listen-

Muzan: [Y/N] YOUR MISSION WAS NOT EVEN NEAR A CITY, HOW DO YOU BURNT A WHOLE CITY?

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[Y/N]: I will die for you.

Kokushibo: we are demons, in fact we can't just die

[Y/N]: I would take a bullet for you

Kokushibo: It wouldn't affect you

[Y/N]: I WOULD SET MYSELF IN THE SUN FOR YOU

Kokushibo: don't be dumb and kill yourself, you need to serve Muzan

[Y/N]: kokushibo for the glory of akaza tits, pls accept my demonstration of love

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Douma: ngl master Muzan, but [Y/N] is your favorite isn't?

Muzan: of course they are, they can f*ck the whole mission? Yeah, but at least THEY COMPLETE THE MISSION, THING NONE OF YOU DO, Y'ALL PIECE OF DOG SHI-

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Daki: oh yeah, how did you get rid of that group of slayers?

[Y/N]: well...

Demon slayers: We got you demon, there's nowhere to run!

[Y/N]: Guess have no choice, going to use mine Blood Demon Art...

[Y/N]: SHIMMY YAY SHIMMY YA SWALLA LA LA

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Kokushibo introduces Kaigaku to the rest of the upper moons:

Kaigaku: hi

[Y/N]: what the f*ck was that

Kaigaku: It was me, Kaigaku, the new upper moon

[Y/N]: oh, jesus christ! Is that a fucking Gremlin?

kokushibo: [Y/N] no

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Akaza: How are we going to tell Muzan that we failed the mission?

[Y/N]: distracting him!

Akaza: how?

[Y/N]:

Akaza: ?

[Y/N], dancing: tell me, tell me, tell me, you, want me, want me-

Akaza: NO

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After Swordsmith Village Arc events:

Muzan: [Y/N] what do you have there?

[Y/N]: oh, after you sent me to help Gyokko and Hantengu and they failed miserably, I was on my way back and found this doll.

Muzan: doll?

[Y/N]: yeah look! (show Yoriichi Type Zero)

Muzan: FUCK-

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Extra!

X: What's your opinion on [Y/N]?

Muzan: just another lazy pig who works for me (you are his favorite child)

Kokushibo: as longs they serve Muzan, I'm fine (he loves you)

Douma: [Y/N]? I love [Y/N]! Even when I can hear they walking inside my walls, threatening me, almost ripping my head of, and giving me nightmares every night, I love them!

Akaza: it's okay ( he loves you too, especially after you beat his ass in a fight)

yes you're strong as hell here love u

Hantengu was crying a lot, so take it as his opinion.

Nakime: PLEM PLEM PLEM sorry (Translation: she likes you, good job!)

Gyokko: That Satan and Lucifer bastard child, always breaks my pretty pots and calls my art bullshit! (bc it's bullshit, anyway, Gyokko doesn't like you since he gifted you a pot, you yelled "YEET" and threw it away)

Daki: [Y/N] is not like these uglies, they have good taste! She is referring to herself (She adores you and would do anything to protect you, but would probably fail and call her brother)

Gyuutaro: meh they cool I guess (Guess what! He loves when you hangout with him and his sister and you ofc)

You three match nail color

Kaigaku: Terrifies me (In fact, he is traumatized because of you)

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More Extra! (Because I think this post is short, and not that funny)

[Y/N] missions be like:

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That's all for today!

Thank you all for interact with my other post about [Y/N] and Upper moon, makes me really happy, love y'all!

Again, sorry for any spelling mistakes, english is not my first language.

Bye ;)

[cheeseyberg]

Part 3 of this fic Part 4

Steve is shrugging on his vest and getting ready to clock in when Robin comes into the store and makes a beeline for him, "Are you and Nancy back together?"

"Good morning to you too, Robin. I slept fine last night. My morning was also pleasant. What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Steven Elizabeth Harrington-"

"Not my name." Steve rests his forearms on the counter facing Robin.

"-I walked into the kitchen yesterday to you twirling her around in your arms and goddamn giggling! Don't get smart with me."

"Wouldn't dream of it Bobby."

Robin leans across from Steve, mirroring his posture, "Seriously, if you're back together you have to tell me, it's best friend law. Are you a criminal Steven? Are you breaking best friend laws?"

"Stop government naming me! No, we are not back together. We're friends again and she was teasing me about my stupidly embarrassing crush on Eddie Munson. She said she thinks he likes me back Rob. But you're friends with him, you would know if he liked me, wouldn't you?"

"I... In theory, yes that is probably information I would know." Robin straightens up and tilts her head to the side like she's considering the possibility.

"And you're my best friend, and best friend law would mean you're obligated to tell me, right?"

Robin steps back from the counter putting space between her and Steve and glances behind her towards the door. "I'm not sure that best friend case law covers that particular area."

Steve stands straight up and smacks his hand against the counter and then points at Robin, "YOU DO KNOW SOMETHING!"

"I don't know anything or even if there is anything to know and even if I did know something, which I definitely do not, it wouldn't be my secret to tell. Okay bye Steve, see you later!" Robin yells over her shoulder as she runs out the door, saying it all so fast that Steve is impressed that she didn't pause for breath.

"Well, that was weirder than usual, even for her." Steve mutters as he watches her mount her bike and take off down the street.

"It definitely was." A voice says from Steve's right side, making him jump.

"Where the hell did you come from!?" Steve looks wildly around and past Max, scanning for any more of his children sneaking up on him.

"I've been here since before you, Keith let me in when he opened. And for the record, Robin definitely knows more than she's saying."

"How do you know?" Steve is suspicious but still desperate for information, "Wait, how much of that did you hear?"

"All of it. But your 'stupidly embarrassing crush on Eddie Munson' isn't exactly a secret, Steven. You're always looking at him like a lost puppy dog. Like you want to wrap him up and take him home to-"

"Okay! Enough Maxine-"

"Now who's government naming?"

"You started it."

"Actually, Robin started it, but do you want to know how I know she's keeping secrets or not?"

"You're right Max, Robin is the villain here, please tell me what she's hiding."

"Don't try to butter me up. And I never said I knew what she was hiding, just that she is hiding something. I can guess at what it is, but I think you already know. After we left your house yesterday Eddie dropped off Dustin, but Robin came back to the trailer park with Eddie and me. I went home and Robin went with Eddie. About an hour later, I heard the van leave and when it came back Eddie was alone, so he must have been dropping her off."

"So, they were alone for about an hour and that's your proof?"

"No, that's circumstantial. My proof is that when Eddie came home, he knocked on my door and asked me for help running errands today. He said he would give me $5 to return some movies for him. He dropped me off 20 minutes ago and he's picking me up," Max looks towards the front of the store where Eddie's van is pulling into the lot, "right about now. Combined with whatever that was that Robin just did, I think that smells like a plan."

Steve could see it. It made sense. If Eddie did like him then that would explain why Robin ran in here asking about Nancy and why Max was here, giving Eddie a chance to come in and see Steve. Robin knew he would be working right now, and he could just bet that Eddie had been waiting off on a side street for Robin to report back about Nancy. Max had clearly already put all that together and he could see in her face that she was watching him fit the pieces together as well.

"You know, you're a lot smarter than we give you credit for Steve," Max smirked at him and then turned towards the door as Eddie walked in.

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What about a reader who looks like a puppy? You know the behavior of the golden retriever. Can you write about it please😶‍🌫️

a/n: sure!! I decided that Heeseung would go well with an obedient, puppy reader! I decided to do gn reader for this one and it’s fluffy! pls tell me if i did a good job 😭

golden retriever - lee heeseung

heeseung x gn! puppy! reader

summary: heeseung can't help but be whipped for you when you sit and wait for him at home like an obedient puppy.

tooth-rotting fluff! non-idol au! lowercase intended!

"bye babe!" heeseung says, pecking you on the cheek. you look up at him with puppy dog eyes, pleading him not to leave you. Heeseung sighs and gives you a small smile. "I wish I could stay, y/n but you know i have to go to work." you whimper in responsee but reluctantly let him go. he pats you on the head and drives to work.

heeseung is having a rough day at work. His coworkers messed up the entire project and his boss is blaming him for it. He sighs. I just wanna go home and cuddle with y/n... he has been shouting all day. little did he know, you were preparing him a surprise!

you baked him chocolate chip cookies at home, humming to a song by called "Not For Sale". you put the batch of cookies in the oven and waited.

heeseung tiredly drove home, his voice hoarse from yelling all day. he sighs, looking forward to having a quiet night with you. he took out his keys and opened the door to your shared house. he smelled something warm and sweet.

you had just taken the cookies from the oven when heeseung came home. "heeseung!" you say happily, putting the tray down and hugging him tightly. "i missed you!"

heeseung smiles warmly at you, pulling you close. "i missed you too y/n."

you pull back with a smile and excitedly bring him to the table where your fresh cookies awaited.

heeseung smirked. like a puppy, he thought, wagging it's tiny tail.

"i made you cookies, seungie!" you exclaimed, taking a napkin and putting a cookie on it, giving heeseung puppy dog eyes. he chuckles, blowing on it before taking a bite. his eyes widen.

"wow y/n-ie it tastes amazing!" he says, happily taking another bite.

you smile proudly. "it's a token of my love seungie"

heeseung smiles softly at you.

"my little puppy. i love you so much." he pats you on the head before nestling you in his arms.

[zcorners120]

Can you do mick x vet reader

yes ofc i love this trope sm sm MASTERLIST

synopsis; you fall for the one boy that was off limits.

warnings; 18+, mentions of sex

Having the famous Sebastian Vettel, formally infamous by any anti-redbull believer, it's an interesting life. Following him around the paddock and having the opportunity to meet amazing drivers and celebrities is exhilarating.

"Papa, I promise I'll be good, it's been years since I've come!" You pleaded the blonde, who looked rather unconvinced.

"I'm sceptical Y/N, I don't want to see more disgusting articles about who's house you're stumbling out of the next morning." He slyly shot at you, leaving you agape.

"I just got slut shamed by my own father. You had a hoe phase too! Or are we forgetting multi-21 flirting?" You fired back, presenting you with a quirked eyebrow from him.

In all honesty, as you grew up with the drivers, right around the age of 17-19 you were known to have flings with drivers. Not to name names but a certain Leclerc and Gasly. And right after it was leaked to the news, you got a ban from your father to go to the races.

And here you were, 2 years later, begging to go.

"Okay okay, I'll let you start coming again but only if you promise me one thing. Stay away from Mick." Said sternly, with a warning eye.

You tried to not take it as a challenge, knowing he'd be furious if you did.

"Okay, but if he tries first that's not my fault!" You shouted out in a sing song tune, skipping away.

He sighed and shook his head, hoping you wouldn't try with Mick. He mentored Mick closely and treated him as one of his own; in his eyes he was a sweet angel.

Hockenheimring; Germany

Walking up to the familiar hustle and bustle of the paddock you felt relaxed, finally home. Paparazzi and fans stunned by your sudden appearance, a frenzy of pictures as you streamed past the crowds.

Popping into different garages and greeting old friends you wound up in the Haas garage. In your mind you were looking for Kevin, hoping you could slightly bump into Mick.

When you got your ban from watching the races in person it was before Mick joined, having never actually meeting him apart from hearing him from Papa.

"KKKKK-MAG!" You announced like a sports host, seeing him jog up with his arms open for a hug.

He turned around swiftly, face lighting up to his signature smile. You considered Kevin to be like a second dad, as your dad was away quite a lot even when in the same paddock.

"Y/N!" He gasped, pulling into a small hug before you broke into your usual small talk-gossiping sessions.

"No way! Did he actually say that-" Kevin gabs, before pausing mid sentence.

You see him look confused, almost as though he was looking through you. You feel a light tap on the shoulder, breaking you out of your puzzled face. You were met with a handsome boyish face, adorned with piercing blue eyes.

"Y/N isn't it?" He spoke, a soft smile painting his face.

"Uhm yeah. You're Mick right?" You lied through your teeth, fully knowing it was him. It's not like you spent an hour googling him after your dad said not to do anything more than saying hi.

"Mhm. What you doing talking to this old dog?" He joked, lightly punching Kevin on the shoulder, who in turn did not look impressed.

"We're catching up, matter of fact, I've been told that I have a youthful soul." Kevin retorts, giving a small eye roll.

"Love to hear more of this catfight, but unfortunately have to run to the Aston garage. Bye guys!" You called out, swiftly walking out.

"Bye!" Mick loudly yelled, earning a strange look from Kevin.

"You like her already? God you're desperate."

"I only said bye." He muttered back.

AFTER THE RACE;

mickschumacher started following you.

y/nvettel started following mickschumacher.

BREAKING IN F1; Y/N VETTEL SPOTTED STUMBLING INTO TAXI OUTSIDE MICK SCHUMACHER'S HOUSE! CLICK TO SEE MORE.

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Papa; What did I tell you?

[bean-bean2000]

The Hacker - Part 3

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: angst, yelling, self-deprecating thoughts (lbody dismorphia, self-hatred), recall of past traumatic events including physical and mental abuse & murder, guns, depression (suicidal thoughts).

Please note that I am not responsible for what you consume online. proceed at your own caution.

Feedback is welcome and very appreciated!

Part 2 here

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You wake up to loud banging on your door and yelling.

“YOU BRAT!! GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!” Steve yells.

You giggle at his anger. You get up and open the door swiftly with a smirk.

“What’s wrong Cap? Couldn’t sleep?”

“What is wrong with you?! Why can’t you just be a quiet nerd that does what she’s told to do? Why can’t you follow simple orders? Why must you always create problems?!”

“Geez Cap, I always took you for a morning person. Who’s got your panties in a twist?”

“Cut that out right now! I know it was you! This never happened until you showed up. What did you want to achieve from this?”

“I’m not property. I am not a soldier. As Tony said, I’m a cyberpunk. A simple ‘Thank you for saving my life’ would have been nice. You’re too high strung and refuse to admit that you were wrong and I was very right for interfering. I will not be your puppet. I am my own person, whether you like it or not! I may be a part of this team, against my own will, but that doesn’t mean you can bark orders at me like a dog!”

“GAH! you’re unbelievable!” Steve says as he stomps away.

You snort and roll your eyes. You head to the kitchen and living room to grab some breakfast; not like you were going to fall back asleep now anyway.

As you walk in you see a certain blue-eyed brooding super soldier sitting at the kitchen island, sipping on coffee.

Your heart skips a beat but you ignore it and walk nonchalantly to the coffee machine.

“Good morning.” you say politely.

Bucky doesn’t reply but you can feel his eyes boring into your back. You turn around slowly and sip on your coffee, staring back at him. You’re not that easily intimidated.

Bucky snorts as a smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. “You’re something else you know that? Nobody has ever angered Steve like you have.”

“Nobody has treated me as poorly as he has”

Bucky sighs “Give him a chance. He doesn’t understand how to use the TV remote half the time. He’s scared. he doesn’t know how to guide you and lead you during missions. He’s lost when it comes to modern age technology and it’s frustrating him.”

You stare at him as you consider what Bucky has told you.

“Regardless, his behaviour towards me is ridiculous. Considering he’s from the 40’s I expected a bit more chivalry and respect from him. I will make it clear as much as I can and as many times as needed that I am not his dog that he can bark orders at. End of conversation.”

“Wow this generation has really raised some ballsy women.” He says while shaking his head with a smile.

“Is that a problem old man? Want me to be little miss submissive? Running to you every night with a fresh meal on the table and do everything at your bidding?” you reply in a mocking voice.

Bucky gets up from the bar stool and walks towards you, he gently lowers his elbows on the kitchen island and stares at you directly in your eyes.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. Honestly, I respect you the most out of everyone. You came here, alone and scared, and you still stand your ground, no matter the consequences. You’re confident and self-assured. They underestimated you.”

Your tongue is caught in your throat. His blue eyes are stormy. You swear you can see admiration and pride in his eyes but you quickly look away before you let your body take over and do what you really want to do to him. This is strictly professional. No emotions, you promised yourself.

You clear your throat and back up a bit “I um - i’m going to go to my office and do some stuff…alright bye.” You stammer as you quickly run off before he can stop you.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky watches you runaway with a smile on his face and his heart beating so fast. He can’t remember the last time he’s felt like this for someone. He just met her and feels like he’s known her forever.

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You run to your office and sit on your chair abruptly. You dim the light, close the shades and turn on the purple LED lights. You let out a long breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. You embrace the calming atmosphere of your office as you begin to work.

You check your emails and notice a slew of small jobs Tony has delegated to you. Hacking into some servers to retrieve some sensitive information; nothing you haven’t done before. You put your headphones on and blast some music to drown out any background noise and help you focus on finishing the task at hand.

As you’re working through your to do list, you didn’t realize how fast time flew by. The once early morning sun has now set into the late evening. You’re continuously tapping away on your keyboard, your eyes glued to the screens in front you. You’re so hyper focused you don’t realize someone is watching you from the doorframe of your office.

Suddenly you feel a hand squeeze your shoulder. You shriek so hard that your headphones fly off your head and you leap so high out of your chair that it flips over, making you fall backwards to the ground. As you’re trying to get back up, you look to the culprit and see Steve scrambling to help you up. He grabs you by your arms and pulls you up in one swift motion, all while apologizing profusely.

“Oh god I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, are you ok? I was calling your name but you couldn’t hear me so I tried to get your attention.” Steve rambles while analyzing you, looking for injuries.

You sigh a breath of relief and rub your head, already feeling a bump forming from the fall.

“It’s fine Steve. What do you want?” you answer coldly.

“Look, I wanted to apologize. I’m really sorry for how i’ve been acting. I don’t understand a fraction of what you do or how you do it and I have no idea how to lead you through the missions. I was frustrated and took it out on you. It’s not right and I’m sorry.” Steve says, blue eyes boring into yours, swirling with pleading sadness, begging to be forgiven.

“I get it Steve. I do, and I accept your apology. However, you understand that I don’t need guidance right? The internet, hacking, technology in general is my life. All I need from you is to lead, to tell me what to do and when and I’ll do it but if there is something else that I can do to help the team further or save you, I will do it. Whether you like it or not, I know the consequences of my actions and I know what I’m doing. I trust you. The real question is, do you trust me?”

“I— I do. I will. from now, I will trust you and your instincts. I promise. You’re part of the team now and I will treat you as an equal like I treat everyone else.”

“Good. Thank you for being honest with me and clearing this up. Let’s start over.”

“Deal. Thank you Y/N.”

“Just don’t piss me off again or I’ll make it way worse for you than a few simple alarms and blaring red lights in your room as payback.” you smirk at him and wink.

He rolls his eyes and smile “Understood, scouts honour.” He salutes you jokingly and walks out with a quick goodbye.

You decide to call it a night and close up your office for the day. You walk to the kitchen and realize you haven’t eaten all day.

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As you reach the kitchen and start making yourself a quick sandwich you hear footsteps approaching you.

“Hey there Cyberpunk, what are you up too? You disappeared all day today.” Bucky says as he sits next to you on a kitchen bar stool.

“I was working on some things Tony needed. I didn’t realize how time flew by. I haven’t eaten yet so i’m just making a quick snack.”

“You didn’t take a single break? How did you not eat, drink, go to the bathroom?…” Bucky looks at you with a concerned look.

“Um, no, not really. I tend to get really hyper focused on my tasks, especially when my brain is in overdrive. It’s kind of like a coping mechanism. I escape into my own cyber world and I don’t leave until my body basically wakes me up.” You say nonchalantly.

“Well, not anymore. Not on my watch.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” you ask while giggling.

“I have decided to make it my job to make sure that you’re taking enough breaks, eating, drinking water, going outside for some fresh air…”

“You don’t have to do that. I like my little cyber-cave. It’s my space, it’s fine.”

“Doll, you are stubborn.” he chuckles to you as he playfully pushes his shoulder against yours.

You reply with a scoff as you finish making your snack.

"You're too cute to treat yourself like this. Let me take care of you for a bit, I want to help."

You stare at him in disbelief.

Is he... flirting with me? There's no chance James Buchanan Barnes is flirting with me. He's just being nice to me. With women like Natasha around him, there is no way he would even look my way. I'm a freaking nerd, a computer geek that stays indoors all day and hides from the world through the internet. The other women in the compound are gorgeous with the perfect bodies to match. I'm not exactly the most fit, I can't even jog for more than 10 seconds without my lungs hurting. I dress is loose comfortable clothes, my hair is always in either a messy bun or air dried to let its natural pattern go free. I put minimal makeup at most because I'm alone indoors all day. Remember, no emotions. It's all in your head. Focus Y/N. He is just being polite and welcoming as you're a new team member.

Your thoughts are running a mile a minute as Bucky is looking into your eyes, waiting for an answer. You must have been staring at him for too long because Bucky asked you if something was wrong.

"No I um - i'm good. Just exhausted. Long day. Thanks for keeping me company for a bit. I have to go now, bye." you say awkwardly as you grab ur plate of food and scurry to your room.

"Hey, wait where are you going?" Bucky questions as he sees you run off.

You ignore him and quicken your pace. Your heart is racing. You reach your room and close the door behind you as you let out a huge sigh of relief.

Why am I so awkward? Why can't I just have a normal conversation with him? He's too damn gorgeous thats why. How can I not be attracted to him? He's built like a greek god with these captivating blue eyes and that dark hair that you just want to run your fingers through - stop it. No no no stop that right now. If you develop a crush on him, you will only get hurt. You're being delusional. He doesn't like you. Look at yourself.

You stare at yourself in the mirror.

What could he possibly be attracted to? The dark circles under my eyes? My messy hair? My loose fitting clothes that give me no shape whatsoever? It's not like my body is perfect either. I have stretch marks, I'm not fit, I don't have abs by any means, my arms are not muscular or toned, my thighs are large.... I do have a nice ass and some great boobs, I will admit.

Bucky is a man that goes for super model type women. Not computer nerds that eat take out almost religiously and never leave their computer chair except to go to the bathroom. I think the most steps i've done in an entire day is 500. Who am i kidding? Why am I doing this to myself? Just stop. Focus on work, nothing else. This will only lead to more and more heartbreak that I just can't take anymore.

There is so much they don't know about me. They can't know. I've worked so hard to erase it from the world all together, to make myself disappear into thin air, to hardly exist. I know Tony is probably trying to deep dive into my past and find some trace of who I am and where I'm from but I know I've gotten rid of it all years ago and I plan on keeping it that way.

Start of flashback

You're hiding under your desk in your room, shaking as you hear your parents screaming at each other in the kitchen. You had accidentally dropped a plate and it crashed to the floor, pieces flying everywhere which had caused your father to erupt in a rage. He stalked towards you as a slew of insults that have been repeated to you over the years flew from his mouth: worthless, stupid, waste of life, ugly. You name it, he said it.

Taking out his anger on you, leaving you no chance to breathe until your mother pried his hands off of you while screaming for him to stop. As soon as he let go of you, you had run to your room where you're now hiding. You can feel the blood leaking from your nose and lip, one eye almost shut so tight you can hardly see out of it. You grabbed your phone and dialed 911 - terrified as to what your father might do, especially if he found out you had called the cops on him. The first responder tells you to stay where you are and keep the phone open. As you're about to reply, your door swings open and your father storms in. He rips you out from your desk and drags you to the kitchen again. You're too scared to even scream or cry.

He throws you to the floor, on the pieces of glass that remained on the floor from the broken plate you had dropped. The shards cut your hands and knees and crush into your skin. All you can do is lay there and pray that the first responder heard the scene unfold and sent police officers to your address. You're waiting to be saved, you feel helpless as always, you just want to get out.

You watch as your father punches your mother unconscious. You watch in fear as he approaches you and laughs. He tells you that this is all your fault. You watch him pull out his gun and point it as your mother who is laying on the floor lifeless. You scream as you lunge towards him to stop him but it was too late. The shot resonated throughout the tiny apartment with a sharp thud as you jumped him.

You wrestled him with all your might, grabbing a shard of glass from the floor and stabbing it into his thigh. He screamed in agony and cursed at you, punching you hard and sending you flying across the floor. You scramble to get up as you watch him point the gun to you this time. You make a split second decision and duck as you tackle his waist and force him to the ground. Wrestling again, you manage to grab the gun that is pointed at you and turn it the other way, facing your fathers chest directly. You look him in the eye as you tell him that his reign of terror has ended and you pull the trigger. You keep pulling the trigger until you hear the gun click.

You get up and look at yourself, covered in blood. Your father’s lifeless body laying there in a pool of his own blood. You hear the sirens and realize what you've done. You have to get out, now.

You grab everything you can and you run. You wash your hands, arms and chest in a pond in the forest you ran into and changed your clothes. Grabbing a pair of scissors in your bag you cut your hair to change your appearance. You take one look back at your apartment, now covered with flashing red and blue lights. You turn around and head into the forest, never looking back again.

You had found yourself in a homeless shelters for 4 years. Continuously dying your hair different colours and moving around from shelter to shelter. You had to because you were too recognizable, with a deep scar slashing across your lip and multiple scars littering the plans of your hands- a final gift from your father. When you couldn’t find a new shelter to stay at, the alleys outside were your best bet. Stealing food from trash cans and people’s lunches when they weren’t paying attention is how you survived. Keeping your appearance hidden and constantly different is how you evaded the cops. You were a missing person and a person of interest in the case of your parents. You had to get out of here to make it out alive. You decide to hop on a train and never look back.

When you woke up to the train halting to a stop. You look outside and realize you’re now in New York. You jump off the train and make your way to the city.

One day, at another random shelter, you met someone who ended up teaching you your way around computers. One thing led to another and you were a cyber whiz with an online community, making money off of rich assholes by hacking into their bank accounts and stealing some money they would never even notice was missing. You managed to get yourself a small shitty apartment, but you welcomed it as anything is better than the streets and shelters.

Once you were settled in a makeshift homb- the same home which the Avengers gracefully kidnapped you from - you decided you had to find a way to kill the old you and let the new you stay hidden.

You figured out a way to erase yourself from the world. You hacked into the government system and erased all documents pertaining to you; your birth certificate, medical records, dental records, school enrollments; everything. You manufactured one item and left it in the system for good measure; a death certificate. Nobody would search for a dead girl.

End of Flashback

You don't notice that you've sunken to the floor, shaking as you bring your knees up to your chest. Sobbing quietly as the horrific memory haunts your mind. You beg to whoever and whatever is listening to you for forgiveness. You beg to have your life taken from you. Your fathers dying words replaying in your mind forever: Worthless, stupid, waste of life.

Maybe he's right.

You hold yourself tighter as you continue crying, balled up on the floor until you fell asleep from exhaustion.

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Part 4

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