#he embarrassed me constantly but was a sweetheart behind closed doors <3 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

sequinsmile-x · 9 months ago

Text

Quality Time

She missed her husband, even though he was right there with her.

Part of the Love Languages series

-x-

Hi besties,

This is just...pure fluff really because that is all my brain was capable of after a very busy few days at work.

This is just these two idiots being idiots for each other.

I really hope you like it, as always please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: pregnancy

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

It’s late when he gets home.

He feels the tension in his shoulders start to ease the moment he steps over the threshold into the house, the sense of home washing over him as he closes the door behind him, locking out anything other than his family on the other side.

He pauses as he turns from the door when he hears the low hum of the television. He checks his watch and frowns when he realises just how late it is, surprised that anyone is still awake. He walks towards the living room, a purpose in his step, and as he gets closer he realises it’s one of his wife’s favourite reality TV shows, something she’d sworn him to secrecy over when they first started dating. He half expects to find Emily asleep on the couch, slumped over with her hand pressed against her stomach after she’d lost the battle against sleep to stay up for him, but instead when he walks in she’d wide awake, her focus torn from the TV as he enters the room.

“Hi honey,” she says, sitting up a little straighter when he walks over, one of her hands on her baby bump as she kisses him before he joins her on the couch, slipping under her legs as she raises them just enough for him to sit, “You made good time.”

“Traffic wasn’t bad,” he replies, squeezing her foot, smiling softly when she groans in pleasure, “You didn’t have to wait up.”

She shrugs like it’s nothing, like she wasn’t just shy of 8 months pregnant and constantly exhausted, “It’s okay, I wanted to see you.”

He frowns, seeds of concern planting deep in his chest, her tone of voice, the way she was holding herself tightly, both of her hands on her bump as she absentmindedly drew patterns on it.

“You’re tired. I wouldn’t have minded if you’d just gone to bed, I’ll be here in the morning anyway.”

She scoffs, unable to stop herself, hormones, exhaustion and irritation she knows he doesn’t deserve swirling in her gut, “Yeah, if you didn’t get called away for a case.”

His concern for her immediately gets worse, the flowers of it taking up all the space in his chest, burning against his lungs as she tries to figure out what is wrong. She’d been okay when they spoke earlier, relieved even when he told her that they were about to fly home. It’s a flash of his past life, a momentary collision of his marriage to Haley forcing its way into his marriage to Emily.

She’d never had an issue with his job, with their job, and she understood the unpredictable nature of it. Things had been different lately since she’d stopped going on cases with the team, he knew that, and he knew she missed being a part of it.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

She blows out a breath, embarrassment at her outburst colouring her cheeks, and she shakes her head, “Nothing. Sorry, I think I’m just hormonal,” she flashes a tight smile at him, “Your kid is ruining me.”

He squeezes her foot again to get her attention after her failed attempt to deflect, his face nothing but kind as he looks expectantly at her, their promise to never lie to each other on the tip of his tongue, “Em…”

She looks down at her bump and clenches her teeth, desperately trying to stave off the tears she can feel pressing at the back of her eyes. Pregnancy had left her on a razor's edge, everything sharp and making her prone to breaking down at the tiniest thing. It was driving her crazy, irritation at herself that only ever seemed to make things worse, her head swimming with emotion she was trying and failing to push down.

“I…” she says, clearing her throat when her voice wavers, shaking her head at herself as she chuckles humourlessly, removing a hand from her bump to wipe tears from her cheek, “I just miss you,” she says, wiping away another tear. She shrugs as she avoids eye contact with him, embarrassed in a way she doesn’t understand, her love for him overwhelming even after all this time. “That’s all.”

“Em,” he says softly, moving closer to place a hand on her knee, squeezing gently as she looks up at him, his smile gentle as their eyes meet, “I’m right here.”

She blows out a breath and rubs her hand over her belly as she feels the baby move, a constant reminder these days that she isn’t alone. She’d spent so much of her life chasing something exactly like this - a family to call her own. She had Aaron and Jack and the baby and she always would.

She’d never be alone again.

“I know. I think it’s because you’re going on cases and I’m not. I miss spending time just the two of us - which we never got a whole lot of anyway,” she smiles, an edge of sadness mixed in with the happiness as she reaches for his hand and places it on her stomach where the baby is kicking, “And we’re about to have even less of it.”

She’d stopped going on cases earlier than she’d originally intended. Pregnancy had been much harder on her than she’d anticipated, the nausea in the first trimester giving way almost immediately to exhaustion when it faded away. She’d wanted to carry on, content to sit in precincts and work on victimology because it made her feel useful, like she was still contributing to the team, but Aaron and her doctor convinced her it was time to stay home just as she turned 6 months pregnant. She hated that they were right, that she felt better for it, and she mostly hated that it meant she saw less of her husband than she was used to.

Since the start of their relationship, they’d spent practically all of their time together. It was clear from their first date that they were it for each other, a type of pull she knew she’d never felt before, her love for him overwhelming from even before their first kiss. They spent all their spare time together, she slept at his most nights - content to hang out with him and Jack until the little boy went to bed and then they’d get some time alone. Despite initially saying they wouldn’t, they snuck into each other’s rooms on cases before they told the team about their relationship. They were both aware that they slept better with the other there, a type of peace neither of them thought they’d ever experience again.

She missed him. Their bed felt bare without him, their choice of buying a super king even though they snuggled, more than half the bed empty even with them both in it, feeling all the more absurd when it was just her and her pregnancy pillow in it. Occasionally Jack would sneak in and join her, his small hands on her face as he woke her to tell her he’d had a bad dream. She’d feel guilty by feeling relieved when she had him there with her, the little boy she loved as her own pressed up against her whilst her baby shifted under her skin.

Aaron smiles softly at her, rubbing his hand on her bump for a moment longer before he links their fingers together and lifts their joint hands to his mouth. He presses a delicate kiss to her knuckles and it gets her attention, her eyes meet his again, and he tucks some of her hair behind her ear.

“Sweetheart,” he says softly, “I miss you too.”

Even though it was almost six weeks since she stopped going away on cases he still found himself looking for her, his eyes flitting around a room she wasn’t in to look for her reassurance, for the love she always freely gave him. He missed having her there, her smile sometimes the only good thing that would happen to him on a hard day at work. He found it difficult to sleep in hotel beds that she wasn’t in with him, her weight against his chest, her breath skipping across his neck as she slept, both as essential to him for a good night's sleep as a dark room and a decent mattress.

She was his safety net. His port in a storm. And whilst he was excited for this next step in their life, close to desperate sometimes to meet their baby, to see the face he’d imagined for months, he knew he’d miss this stage.

She smiles sadly at him and stamps a kiss against his lips before she rests her head on his shoulder, “Sorry I kind of ruined the mood the moment you got home.”

“You could never ruin the mood,” he assures her, turning his head to kiss her temple. He tugs her in closer, a tightness in his chest that had been there for days easing now she was in his arms, and he feels an idea start to form, a smile spreading across his face as he pulls back to look at her, “Why don’t we go somewhere? Just the two of us.”

She hums, her eyebrows knitting together as she looks him up and down, “What? Like a babymoon?”

He frowns, tilting his head as their eyes meet, confusion painted across his face in a way that she finds nothing short of adorable, “What the hell is a babymoon?”

She chuckles and runs her fingers through his hair, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she tries to tamper down her amusement, “It’s a trip you go on before the baby comes. Pen was telling me about them.”

He smiles and nods, “Then yes, exactly like a babymoon,” he says, not missing how her smile gets wider as he says it, “We could go to Virginia Beach. Get a rental right near the water. Spend some time just you and me before this little one joins us and life gets a lot busier.”

She wants to do it more than anything, wants to spend some uninterrupted time away with him, something they hadn’t done since their honeymoon almost 8 months ago, but she sighs, the reality of their lives causing anxiety to spike in her chest.

“What about work? We’re both taking some time off when the baby comes, I don’t want it to be a problem.”

Aaron squeezes her hand reassuringly, “Em, we both have enough leave days banked to take a year off if we wanted to,” he says, smiling when she nods, “If you want to do this we’ll do it. I’ll book us a place to stay tonight.”

She doesn’t have to think about it, doesn’t have to mull it over anymore and she nods, kissing him fiercely as she leans in.

“Yes,” she says, kissing him again before she pulls away, “I want to go away with you,” her words disappear into a laugh as he pulls her in for a hug, her bump pressed up against his side, as he kisses her temple. She sinks into it, into him and wraps her arms around him, her cheek against his shoulder as she sighs, a relaxed feeling washing over her for the first time in weeks, “If you think about it, it’s perfect timing.”

He furrows his brow as he pulls back to look at her, curiosity sparking in his eyes as she tries to suppress a smile, a hint of mischievousness in it that never fails to make his stomach swoop, “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

Her smile only gets wider, “Well you got me pregnant on our honeymoon,” she says, shrugging playfully, “It seems like a nice way to bookend the pregnancy.”

“Em.”

___

He knows they’ve made the right decision the moment they get to their vacation rental.

She’s instantly more relaxed than she has been in weeks, a softness to her smile that makes him want to call up the owner of the beach house and offer to buy it off of him.

“I can help with the bags you know,” she says, her eyebrow raised at him as he gets their bags out of the trunk of their car, her pregnancy pillow tucked under his arm as he shuffles towards the stairs leading up to the house.

“I’ve got it,” he says, ignoring the strain in his back as he makes it up the stairs, smiling at her when she rolls her eyes. He sets down the cases and crouches down to press a kiss to her bump, “You’re already carrying the most important cargo.”

She chuckles wryly and runs her fingers through his hair, fighting a smile as he kisses her bump again, “You’re ridiculous,” she says, shaking his head as he straightens back up, her gaze drifting to where her pillow was still tucked under his arm, “If you drop my pregnancy pillow I’ll kill you, and we both know I’d be able to - even if I am the most pregnant person to ever exist.”

He clears his throat, well aware that whilst her threat was playful she’d be mad if she thought he was laughing at her.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he says, kissing her again before he digs through his pockets for the key to the house. He unlocks the door and pushes it open, his hand splayed on her lower back as he guides her in, “Why don’t you look around, make yourself comfortable, and I’ll get everything in from the car. The owner said his wife would leave lemonade and homemade cookies.”

Her eyes light up and she looks down at her stomach, already walking into the house before she replies, her focus on their unborn child, “Did you hear that, baby? Cookies!”

When he’s done bringing in their things, the suitcases carried up to the bedroom and her pillow diligently placed on her side of the bed, he finds her on the back porch sitting in the swing, her gaze fixed on the ocean and the seemingly unending horizon. She turns to look at him as he steps out, her smile wry as he unfolds a blanket as he joins her, laying it over both of their laps, making sure her bump is covered, when he sits down.

“It’s not even cold out,” she says, wrapping both her arms around one of his, her hand squeezing gently at his tricep as she lays her head against his shoulder.

“I know,” he replies, resting his cheek against the top of her head, “But I’ve got to look after the two of you,” he adds, placing his hand on her bump, smiling at the movement of the baby, something that got no less amazing no matter how often he felt it, “So,” he says, kissing Emily’s forehead before he pulls back to look at her, “We have four days to do whatever we want.”

She hums and tilts her head to look up at him, the reality of being here with him, the next few days stretched out ahead of them washing over her, “I’d like to say we could have a crazy amount of sex and barely leave the house,” she laments, “But I think all I want to do is nap, eat and sit right here with you.”

“Then that’s exactly what we’ll do,” he assures her, resting his hand on her neck, his thumb tracing her jawline, “As long as I’m with you I don’t mind what we do,” he says, leaning in to kiss the tip of her nose, “And, I have it under good authority that a restaurant just down the street has to die for mac and cheese and they deliver.”

She moans, the sound turning into a delighted laugh as she closes her eyes, “You really know what a pregnant woman loves to hear.”

He hums, kissing her forehead before he lets his hand fall back to her bump, “Maybe I just really know my wife.”

She can’t explain the feeling that swells in her chest, threatening to pull her under as tears press at the back of her eyes. It was moments like this, moments when it was just him and her and their love for each other when she let herself feel the happiness she never thought she’d get, let herself bask in it.

She wasn’t lucky, this hadn’t fallen into her lap. She’d fought for this. Fought to get here and sometimes she’d lost, tripped and fell as the battle seemed too much, but she’d made it here. Made it to him, and he’d done the same to make it to her. They’d endured so much apart, but she knew whatever came next, the good and the bad, they’d face together.

She cups his cheek and rubs her thumb back and forth over his skin, “You’re the love of my life, you know,” she says, her cheeks warm with love and a hint of embarrassment, “I can’t imagine wanting to do any of this with anyone else.”

“You’re the love of my life too,” he says, and he places his hand over hers on his cheek and leans in to kiss her, “I can’t imagine doing it with anyone else either,” he says, frowning at himself when he says it, realising it sounds clumsy because he had done it with someone else.

A shaky breath escapes him, her admission not new but unexpected in the moment, their conversation about her favourite pregnancy food suddenly turning into more. He loved her so much it hurt sometimes. It was different to how he’d loved Haley. They’d grown up together, had initially grown together and then apart, both of them still in love with a version of themselves that no longer existed. He and Emily loved each other for who they were, for what they’d gone through, and he knew he’d have it for the rest of his life.

He sighs at himself and shakes his head, “I mean-”

“I know what you mean,” she says softly, cutting him off as she presses her thumb into his lower lip, “I’m glad we came here.”

He rests his forehead against hers, “Me too.”

They sit there for a few moments in silence, the only sound the waves crashing against the shore in the background. The moment comes to an end when her stomach audibly makes a noise that makes them both laugh, the baby almost moving in tandem.

“I think baby wants some of that mac and cheese,” she says, leaning into his palm when he wipes away a stray tear that had escaped her lashline.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss against her lips before he kisses her bump. He stands up to find the stack of take-out menus the owner had left out, but she stops him, her hand tight around his as if she didn’t want him to go, “I’ll be right back.”

She sighs and relents, letting go of him before she winks at him, “Make sure to bring me some of those cookies on your way back.”

“Anything you want, sweetheart,” he says as he steps back into the house, “Absolutely anything.”

-x-

Tag List:

@ssa-sparks , @ptrckjcne , @glockleveledatyourcrotch , @hotchnissenthusiast , @danadeservesadrink , @ssamorganhotchner , @emilyprentissisgod , @notagentprentiss , @freesiasandfics , @emilyshotchniss , @thecharmingart , @paulitalblond , @hancydrewfan , @camille093 , @whitecrossgirl , @moonlight-2-6, @rawr-jess , @florerenceremintonthethird, @jareauswife , @ms-black-a , @beebeelank , @aubreyprc , @zipzapboingg , @psychopath-at-heart , @criminalmindsgonewrong , @fionaloover , @kinqslcys , @prentissinred , @ccmattis-22 , @denvivale317 , @thrindis . @hotchsguccitie , @cmfouatslota77 , @alexblakegf , @aliensaurusrex, @prentissxhotch , @emobabeyy , @victoiregranger , @stormyweatherth , @wanderingdreamer009 , @ssablackbird , @luhwithah , @lex13cm , @prentiss-theorem, @dont-emily-me , @mrs-ssa-hotch , @jocyycreation, @itsmytimetoodream , @hotchnissgroupie, @controversialpooh, @capsshinyshield , @canuck-eh

Join my tag list here!

#hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss fanfic #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner fanfiction #hotchniss fan fic #emily prentiss fanfiction #aaron x emily #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #hotchniss

65 notes · View notes

filterjeons · 4 years ago

Text

only you | kth

✦ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

✦ summary: you didn’t like getting jealous but it was hard not to, especially since taehyung is the man of every girl’s dreams. luckily, he convinces you that he has his eyes for only you

✦ rating: M, not suitable for minors

✦ genre: smut

✦ word count: 10.4k

✦ warnings: hard dom!tae, dirty talk, rough sex, degradation, spanking w paddle, orgasm denial, usage of toys (vibrator and anal beads), oral (m and f receiving), handcuffs, daddy kink, sadism/masochism, cumplay??, hand kink, aftercare 🥰, poor y/n acting bratty 😔, slight slight angst (nearly non-existent), yeri and joy being my spirit animals, and cute ending <3 (tf was that warnings list….n e ways)

You scoff at your boyfriend talking excitedly with your co-worker Irene about an art museum that opened up downtown. As you swirl your straw into the whipped cream of your strawberry milkshake, you mentally kick yourself at your look for a hang-out with your friends. The light blue dress was no match for Irene’s more mature pantsuit which suited her body well. What’s worse was you wore your iconic pigtails, instantly making you look like a child compared to everyone else’s more sophisticated clothes. Even Taehyung, who was just wearing a black T-shirt that fits his form well and beige pants, looked ten times better than you.

You typically have a lot of self-confidence because after years of being bullied for looking like an elementary schooler, you didn’t have time to mope about yourself and you slowly started to not care anymore but today you feel it all goes down the drain.

“I think Van Gogh’s art is one of my favorites because…” you drown out their conversation and place your head on your hands with annoyance etched all over your face.

“What’s wrong, Y/N~?” Yeri teases, shaking you affectionately. You only grunt in response, which made your close friend giggle. “Is it that time of the month again?” You nod (although it was a lie) as you keep staring at Taehyung and Irene, feeling your stomach do somersaults whenever you see them laugh. Although Taehyung had an intimidating demeanor, he was very sweet and made friends easily. Good for him, since he could make friends with the entire town if he tried. Unfortunately for you, he was prone to many girls being drawn to him like a moth to light and constantly asking for his number, only to give you looks of disgust once they found out that you were his girlfriend.

Why is he dating some girl who looks like a high school freshman?

Are you sure she’s 20? She looks like a 14 year old!

You absolutely hated that you were treated as a child. The looks you received whenever you walked down the street with Tae already made you feel uncomfortable. You knew you were never good enough and you were terrified that he’ll leave you for someone else, causing your jealous tendencies to kick in. There were plenty of fish in the sea and yet he chose you. You were surprised that he hasn’t broken up with you for your much hotter senior Irene.

Irene and you just strictly had a professional relationship, especially since she was above you in the workplace, and the only person she had a crush on is Kang Seulgi, the founder of a local dance studio near the building where you work. After your work shifts, you would sometimes stop by and watch kids train to be artists, reminding you of the dreams you once had when you were young.

Although you would give anything to be on a stage performing for millions of fans, you were content with your job as a fashion designer and be with your boyfriend who’s such a big flirt.

“Did anyone tell you that you look like a 6th grader because you’re short and have no boobs?” your other friend Joy cackles, finding your annoyed reactions a source of comedy. Yeri chimes in with the harassment as they continuously made fun of your stature. You immediately throw French fries from Taehyung’s plate at them, embarrassment and anger bubbling inside you from the all-too-familiar teasing. It was different because you were close to Joy and Yeri but it still hurts as they were much more beautiful than you. You couldn’t compare to any of the sexier and mature girls and you didn’t like that way.

“Aww, don’t say that! She’s still very gorgeous to me and trust me, her boobs are nice,” Taehyung smiled, placing your head on your shoulder. You relished in his praise before realizing that you were mad at him as you immediately pull your head up and look away from him. He looks back at you with confusion on why you were acting that way. Maybe something happened at work or you’re just having a bad day, but he wants to help you in the best way that he can.

“TMI, man!” Yeri gagged dramatically, Joy following suit as they started to goof around. You would join them but you were still upset. Irene liked girls and Taehyung only had eyes for you so why were you so jealous? Despite your constant second-guessing, your heart was set that you were mad at him, even though the reason was extremely childish. Irene softly chuckled at you three before turning Taehyung’s attention back on her.

“So, would you like to go to the museum with me sometime?” Irene asked calmly, somehow acting like nothing’s going on. Your insides were fuming, knowing that he’ll say yes because of how sweet he was. You grip Taehyung’s hand, trying to signal him to refuse but when his head bobbed up and down, you knew it was no use.

“Yeah sure, let me know what time you’d like to go!” he smiled politely to which Irene returned the same

Oh no he didn’t. Not only will the town gossip think that your boyfriend dumped you for Irene but what if he starts to have feelings for her and throw you away? If there was one thing you loved the most in the world, it was Taehyung and you just weren’t ready to let him go.

You’re acting so stupid. It’s just a normal friendly hangout- Despite your head’s protest, you got up dramatically and glared at the two of them.

“Uh y’know what, I’m going to go home now. Irene, I’ll email you the designs for the future lineup and Taehyung, I hope you have fun hanging out at the museum or whatever. If you ever need me, I’ll be in my room by myself and I don’t want you near me,” you spat, immediately getting up and storming out of the diner. You knew you were acting extremely immature and some part of you regret it but how come he doesn’t like it when you interact with your guy friends but it doesn’t work the other way around?

“Y/N sweetie-” he tried to go after you but you were already out of the door. He sighed with frustration, annoyed that he didn’t get to explain his side.

“I think we should cancel since your girlfriend’s upset. I’m sorry, it was wrong for me to ask you to hang out and I know that we see each other as friends only. I just wanted to ask you because I was thinking about taking Seulgi there and she really likes art plus I figured Y/N would enjoy that kind of date,” Irene sighed, regret forming in her eyes.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. I’ll talk to her, she’ll understand once she hears the full story.” Taehyung bids the girls farewell and runs after you. Irene gives him a nod as Joy and Yeri sit uncomfortably.

“Well, who’s gonna pay the bill?” Yeri shrugged and all eyes were immediately on Irene, who only replied with an eye roll.

You refused to come out of your room for the rest of the day, still holding onto that grudge. Taehyung was getting annoyed at your lack of communication, he initially tried to get in by baking your favorite cookies but you didn't budge. You didn’t like ignoring Taehyung as well and you would rather be in his arms instead of sewing dresses for work but your petty heart didn’t want to let go.

You tried reasoning with yourself but once you’re set on something, you can’t get yourself to go the other way. As you stitch pieces of fabric together, the temptation grows even more.

Eventually, you couldn’t be cooped up in your room forever so as you sneakily made your way down to your kitchen to get some of Taehyung’s cookies (although he didn’t know how to put on an apron, he was an amazing baker), you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and his body behind yours. You gasped at the shock as his low chuckle vibrated against your back.

“Got you baby!” he grinned, hugging you tightly. You wanted to melt yourself into his embrace and beg for his forgiveness but a part of you wanted to prolong the chase and continue to be a brat because inside that sweetheart is a scary hard dom, and you wanted to see him turn aggressive. His duality always kills you and as much as you love being sweet and soft with him, his dominant aura is always your favorite.

“Leave me alone,” you grumbled, trying to push him off but he still kept on, even when you’re trying to go back to your room.

“I’m not going to let you go~,” he said in a sing-song voice, clinging onto your back like a koala. You debated to yourself if you wanted to do this and on a whim, you did what would be one of the scariest things in your life.

“Leave me the fuck alone! Go away, I-” you growled, using your force to push him out and that’s when you immediately knew you fucked up.

“Go on, repeat those fucking words,” Taehyung’s voice suddenly dropped extremely low, thanks to him being a baritone as he turned your shoulders around to face him. His eyes were now filled with anger and lust and you felt sweat dripping down your back, you knew you were in trouble.

“I-I-” you couldn’t find the courage to talk, your heart was pounding against your chest and you knew that you can’t make a comeback so you immediately got into your submissive position on your knees, fear evident in your face.

“I’m sorry, Daddy! I-I didn’t mean it-” you blubbered, knowing that he’s not going to go easy on you tonight and you were terrified of what was to come.

Taehyung only scoffed and pulled you up, dragging you into your shared bedroom by your hair and manhandling you onto your bed on all fours. You felt your heartbeat a billion times faster and you tried sticking your ass out to feel him but to your dismay, there wasn’t his familiar warmth. He was on the other side of the room, going through the black box in his closet that kept all of your toys. You tried decorating it to at least make the outside look cute but it still looks intimidating inside and out.

“You’ve been such a brat today and it made Daddy so fucking angry. Now tell me baby girl, why am I mad at you?”

“U-um, I was jealous towards Irene, I was overreacting, I didn’t talk to you about it, and I was a meanie bitch and ignoring you.” “Do you wanna know why Irene asked me out that time? She wanted to go because she was thinking about taking Seulgi on her first date there and she asked me to visit it with her to see if you might be interested in going with me sometime. I assume you already know that Irene liked girls but you were jealous for what? Do you not believe me when I say I love you everyday?” You felt your heart drop to your chest as you started to cry with embarrassment and shame on how you acted. You definitely shouldn’t have stormed out without an explanation and here you are paying the price for it.

“I-I’m sor-” “I’m not accepting any apology from you tonight because it’s my turn to be mad. Don’t think you’re getting a break tonight because the only way to make up for what you did today is to take everything that I give you. Are you going to obey or be the naughty slut that you’re always are?” he suddenly appeared next to you and growled deep into your ear, nibbling your earlobe. You nodded quickly, your panties slowly becoming wet as butterflies started to fill your stomach.

He felt your panties underneath your dress and scoffed at the slick coming out. “Stupid fuckslut likes that? Of course she does because she’ll do anything just to get a cock stuffed inside her. What a shame, I thought you were a good girl but I guess I was wrong. You’re just a dumb little baby.” You mewled quietly at his degradation, his voice was cold and cruel but it was such a turn on.

“What’s the safe word, honey?” “S-star-” “Alright then, fifty slaps with no exceptions. Don’t think you can bargain with me baby because I’m not going any lower,” he snarled, tearing your flimsy panties off and massaging your ass cheeks to prepare you for what’s going to come, a small act of kindness in comparison to his terrifying aura. “Count bitch.”

You braced yourself for the sharp hit but instead of his familiar calloused hand, your ass was met with a harder sting that immediately turned your flesh red. You widen your eyes as you piece together what’s happening. Although Taehyung bought a paddle long ago, he never had any reason to use it but today was the day because of your bratty behavior.

After that slap, it was hard for you to talk due to how sudden the hit was. Tears were threatening to fall down your face as you tried to take in the spank.

“Did I fucking stutter? I said count,” he said sternly, hitting you again and snapping you out of your daze.

“O-oh, one!” you cried, your ass hurting from the force of the paddle. What’s worse is that it’s a wooden one, leaving your marks and bruises for the next day. Although it’s the weekend, you were sure that you’re not going to sit properly for a whole week. Then again, have you ever sat normally whenever Taehyung fucks you? Meanwhile, Taehyung is completely enjoying the red and purple bruises that are forming in your skin as he hits all of his frustration at your behavior to your ass. It sounds completely wrong but the way your body reacts to the paddle and your choked moans and whimpers of pain is just a turn on to him. He never knew he liked having you act like this until he put you in this position, giving him all of the control. His pants started to tighten as he thinks about you attempting to walk or sit down after he’s done with you.

You stifle in sobs as you called out numbers following the hits you received. Despite the absolute pain you felt, you could feel even more slick coming down your thighs as he continues to smack the back of your thighs and your ass. Even though a part of you is chiding you for finding some pleasure in being hurt like this, you liked the pain nonetheless.

Apparently, your arousal couldn’t be more obvious because as he reached the halfway point of his 50 spanks, he started to notice how wet your pussy was.

“Wow, you fucking slut, you seem to be enjoying this huh? Does it turn you on? Does being in pain get you off?” he mocked, your heart taking his words sensitively. You let out a shaky moan, nodding with pleasure flowing through your body.

“Well lucky for you because I like this as well. Honestly, I like it too much if I’m being completely honest.” You were shocked at his confession, trying to consume the fact that your sweetheart boyfriend actually liked hurting you. It was definitely a surprise but for some sick reason, it was such a turn on. Hey, maybe you two were truly meant for each other because you liked the pain that he gave you. However, that statement was a distraction from your current situation at hand. He started to slam the paddle faster, the pain hurting 10 times more and you swore that there will be splinters by tomorrow. You let out screams and higher-pitched moans from the impact, covering your face with your pillow to somehow relieve you from his actions.

“Did you want to piss me off? Were you that much of a horny bitch that you’ll do anything to have my big cock stuffed inside you? No, I don’t have to ask that because I know you do. You’re aching in that tight little pussy from my words, huh? Even though you’re lowkey scared of it, you’re getting wet from the spanking. Stupid little cockwhore.” You could nearly cum from his cruel words, his deep and raspy voice talking to you as if you’re inferior to him. You could barely form words now as you just drooled and babbled on the pillow.

He landed the last two hits on the back of your thighs and the top of your ass respectively. Just for the fun and pleasure for him, he gave you an additional slap with his hand and giggled at your sobs from the surprise.

“Jesus, that was so hot. I nearly jizzed in my pants thanks to you. Seeing you in pain is such a turn on,” Taehyung muttered, sitting next to you on the bed and facing you towards him. He mockingly pouted at your sniffling face, wiping away the tears that were splattered around your cheeks.

“Are you okay? Did I go too hard?” he asked with concern, a complete 180 from what he was before as he gave you small kisses on your face. You found it so sweet how as much as he likes punishing you, he still cares so much about your safety because he is your boyfriend after all. Although the spanking was intense, you weren’t in danger and everything was consented.

“Daddy...I’m okay,” you croaked, trying to nuzzle your face in the crook of your neck and although his eyes showed some warmth, his face turned expressionless after a minute of checking up on you.

“Did you learn your lesson yet?”

You knew that this was like child’s play to him and he can go longer. Even though you were kind of nervous, you wanted him to snap and show his scarier side. You shook your head in response to his question, starting to revert back to your bratty self. “Well, that was nothing. I don’t know if you can handle me but it didn’t work.” Taehyung obviously didn't believe you, judging from the look in your eyes and your quick movements that you were clearly affected by the spanking. He also knew that you were lying right out of your teeth and you want him to put you in your place. Obviously, it’s what he’s going to do. He’s going to make you learn your lesson no matter how much you’re going to act up because a fact that Kim Taehyung knows is that there’s no better brat-tamer than him.

“Hmm, I don’t think I can forgive you yet because you’re still lying like dumb little girls do when they want something. How sad, I guess you’re going to need more punishments until I get that attitude out of you,” he says, feigning disappointment in his tone.

You felt your heart dance at his words before realizing that he has more in mind than the spanking. You whimper at his words and he rolled his eyes at you, knowing how much you’re enjoying this.

All of a sudden, he ripped off your dress like it was nothing, the now ruined fabric fluttering lifelessly towards the ground. How was he able to tear it apart like that? Has he been working out?, you thought, especially since you swore that the dress was hard to tear. You whined at what he did, especially since it was a staple part of your wardrobe and one of your favorites. However, he didn’t care about your reactions as he easily snapped your bra into two pieces, throwing the destroyed material in some corner of the room.

A wave of embarrassment ran through your body at the fact that you were completely bare and he was still clothed. You tried to cover your chest but it was no use as he forcefully pulled your arms away, exposing your breasts to him.

“Your body is so beautiful, don’t be shy,” he crooned, playing with your nipples and flicking the sensitive bud. Taehyung’s face went up to your neck, kissing your sensitive spots and sucking on it to make hickeys. “But they’d look more gorgeous with my marks, huh?” You let out a shaky moan, already turned on by his ministrations and the ache between your legs growing worse but to your dismay, he ended there and got off of the bed. Disappointed at his sudden stop, you started to whine and thrash among the sheets but a sharp glare from him had you obey instantly.

“Stay there baby girl, you’re definitely not off the hook,” he sighed, walking back to the black box to retrieve some of the toys. You inhaled a shaky breath, nervous on what’s going to happen. You tried to peer behind his broad back to see what he picked up but you could only hear his sinister chuckle instead.

“D-daddy, what are we gonna be using?” you squeaked, hating the obvious fear in your voice because he knows that you’re nervous about what he’s going to do and use it to your advantage. Your boyfriend comes back and throws a bunch of toys on the bed, each one somehow being more intense than the previous. The handcuffs and vibrator were easily familiar to you as you’ve used them before but the last toy was what caught your attention the most.

Anal beads?! He’s absolutely insane!, you internally screamed, staring at him with wide eyes while he brought a bottle of strawberry lube on the nightstand. It wasn’t like you were scared of it or anything, it was just so surprising that he’s going to use it on you now. You’ve heard about them from Joy who said that although the feeling was strange at first, it felt good later on and you took her word in mind. Now that the toy was out in the open, it reminded you of when you saw it in the box while you were searching for your sewing kit and talked to Taehyung about it. While you both decided that you’ll wait a bit until there was a time where it’ll be used, you never thought it would happen now (but you sort of understand as you are getting punished now).

“Are you ready honey? Is this okay?” he asked gently, rubbing your back to calm you down. You nodded, slowly feeling your nerves go away after some reassurance.

“What about you? Do you think you’re ready?” you sassed back, the all-too familiar bratty attitude showing. “Oh, you wanna play that game? I’m just worried because you can barely take my dick but since you’ve been too naughty, you’re gonna take it like a good girl,” he teased, a blush forming in your cheeks as he settled you down on all fours. Compared to your height and Taehyung’s, he was obviously huge under his pants and although you liked getting dicked down until the next day, the aftermath is definitely not that pleasurable.

You instructed yourself to take deep breaths, bracing yourself for the toy.

“You ready, kitten?” he called out from behind and you nodded rapidly, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible. All of a sudden you felt the first bead ram inside you, making you feel sparks of pleasure. “That’s my good girl.”

Luckily, there were a total of three beads for a start since it was your first time but the first one already felt huge. Maybe it’s due to your inability to take big stuff well but you were terrified on the other two that are twice as big.

“O-oh my god...I-“ you gasped out, trying to accommodate the small sphere into your hole.

“Why are you acting like it’s too much for you? Come on, I know you can take more than that,” he chided playfully, lubing the second bead to insert it inside you.

“I-I- don’t know if I can!”

“Shh, you want Daddy to forgive you right? You’re my big girl, it’ll be alright.”

You let out a whine as the second was inserted, making you feel full already. Taehyung thumbs at your hole soothingly to try to make you less worried and to make the bead more comfortable in you.

He observes your state right now: your face red from the stimulation and smothered on the plush pillows, your body was bent to display your gaping hole, and your walls fluttering around the pink bead to accommodate the intrusion. Your position was just enough to make his pants feel increasingly tight and uncomfortable.

“Damn, you look so sexy,” he murmured, his praise making you feel good and embarrassed at the same time.

“One more sweetie, one more.” That was the sentence that had you in fear. Surely two beads was enough for you, it’s gonna be hard for you to take the full thing!

“Daddy, i-it’s too much! I don’t think I can handle it!” you cried but the pillow muffled your words.

“You got this, you’ve been a good girl so far,” Taehyung coos, tapping the end of the bead that was currently in you to tease you. With his praise in mind, you decided to go through it as you tried to spread your legs and push your ass out even more to make the last bead more comfortable in you.

Luckily, he was kind enough to add a large amount of lube to make it less painful while toying with the end of the previous one inside you.

You focused on relaxing yourself so that you’re not tense and reveled in his gentle motions against you. After one more, it’ll all be over, right?

“Good girl, you’ve been such a good girl for me. One more, okay?”

He slowly inserted the last bead, watching your hole attempt to expand and take it in. You let out a squeal, trying to fit it inside. Your boyfriend watches your fluttering walls straining around the pink toy as it stretches to fit it in alongside the other beads. Eventually, you made it fit with the aftermath of being completely plugged up in your behind.

“Hah~ oh, s-so big,” you moaned, trying so hard to fit the beads inside you. Your nerves were on fire, the toy giving you new sensations you never knew you could feel. It didn’t hurt but you felt full despite only being three spheres.

“That’s my good girl,” Taehyung sighed with content, tapping the end of the last bead to slowly push it inside you by centimeter.

“Daddy, it’s too much! I-I-I don’t think I can do it, it’s too big-“

With one quick motion, Taehyung flipped you on your back and you felt the beads push deeper in your hole, hitting your spots.

“Aww, my little slut can’t take it? Is she too sensitive? Such a little baby, you look so cute in this position, especially since you’re so sensitive!” Taehyung cooed as you let out broken moans due to the overwhelming pleasure. “You’re lucky that I’m not that mad as I was before. Keep those beads in you until I decide when I want to take them out.”

You nodded blankly, his words barely registering in your hazy mind. You didn’t know how much longer you can to, especially since Taehyung sounds like he wants to fuck you stupid.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked softly, waving a hand over your face. Quickly snapping out of your daze, you nodded and tried to snuggle up towards him. He laughed at the cute action, playing along with the simple moment until he brought out a pair of handcuffs in front of your face. Yup, you’re still in trouble, you sighed to yourself, forgetting about why he’s acting that way.

“It’s not the furry ones?” you pouted, blatantly swallowing at the hard metal.

“You’ve done too much to even think about getting the soft ones. It’s okay, you won’t feel the pain once I make you feel good.” Obediently, you brought out your wrists without him asking and he attached the cuffs within a second. Surprisingly, he gave you a kiss on the cheek and patted your head affectionately, your all-too familiar kind boyfriend emerging for a split-second.

“You’ve been a good girl so far, keep it up and maybe your punishment will end quickly,” he murmured, massaging your sides and spreading your legs apart. You felt him kiss the inside of your thighs and kitty-licking your slit, the teasing immediately turning you on even more.

“T-tae,” Although he was barely doing anything, you already felt even more sensitive especially with the anal beads inside you. You wanted to tug on his dark black locks, at least clutching onto a part of his body, but the handcuffs made it impossible to. It wasn’t even chained to the bed but it was no use fighting against it.

Taehyung could sense how impatient you were, your hips thrusting up uncontrollably to try to at least have some more movement inside your aching pussy. He chuckled to himself at how he made you instantly want him but since he’s in charge, he gets to decide whether or not to pleasure you.

“Shh, only patient little girls get what they want. What’s the magic word?”

Is he seriously doing this right now?, you thought but you immediately answered the question, desperate to at least have something. It must’ve been obvious how needy you’ve gotten because Taehyung’s long slender fingers were inserted in you with no warning.

You let out a shaky moan, your cunt immediately clenching around his fingers as he pushed them in and out at a quick pace. Your brain was completely fried as you couldn’t think or say anything except the feeling of euphoria you were in. Despite having his fingers inside you before, it felt more sensitive and pleasurable this time and you were ready to cum.

Unfortunately for you, he pulled his hand away from your needy pussy despite your attempts to trap it with your thighs. You started to whine and kick from the denial, upset that you didn’t get to finish.

“Calm down, we haven’t gotten to the real fun yet. You’ll be my good girl, right?” he said calmly, reaching over for the vibrator and inserting the batteries in. Normally, the pink toy didn’t have an effect on you because you used it numerous times while Tae was gone but for some reason, you felt nervous as if it was your first time using toys. You absolutely knew he was going to edge the hell out of you and although it was not that pleasurable for you, the build-up to your orgasm only for it to be cut away is a source of entertainment for him.

But since you’ve been consistently good ever since he put in the anal beads, you were hoping that he’d let you come this time.

You felt the head of the vibrator rub against your folds, the moisture slowly gathering onto the tip and the sheets. It was currently at the lowest speed and you were aching for it to be filled inside you. The buzzing of the toy was the only sound that rang out in the room and Taehyung didn’t say a word but his expression told you about what he’s going to do.

All of a sudden, he suddenly inserted the vibrator inside you, the sudden intrusion igniting a small fire inside your body as it tries to take in the sensation. Even though the feeling shouldn’t be completely new to you, you felt overly sensitive like it was your first time.

“T-tae, oh my god. I-i, oh...” you moaned lightly, wanting to feel a part of him but he prevented that from happening. Knowing the effect that he had on you, Taehyung slowly started to peel off his shirt due to the increasing temperature in the bedroom. With his tanned skin and toned stomach on display, the temptation of wanting to break free from the handcuffs was just too much.

“Da..daddy...please…”

“Yeah? Does it feel good? Are you glad you finally had something in that slutty cunt?” he taunted, turning the vibration up to the highest. The switch in level made you clench around the toy tightly, slick coming out of your system rapidly. He aimed the head to your clit, making the sensation feeling even better and getting you near your orgasm.

Your body felt like it was on fire as you didn’t know where to focus yourself on. Since Taehyung restricted you from grabbing onto something to settle yourself, it just felt like you were in a different headspace. The amount of pullings you did onto the handcuffs are going to leave marks on your wrists but honestly, it was the least of your concerns at this point.

He suddenly removes the wand from your clenching pussy, hovering it around your folds as you leave more slick from the slight movement the vibrator had on you despite not completely being inside you. Your juices were drenching onto the bedsheets and his hand and a part of you felt embarrassed but if Taehyung had no shame, neither then you.

“Do you want something inside you? Does your cute little pussy want to be filled up?” he said darkly, waving his long and slender fingers in front of your face. He absolutely knows how much you love his fingers, at least 3 of them filling you up well.

“Y-yes daddy, mmph, p-please fill me up with your long, oh god, fingers…” you purred, your eyes drooping from how much pleasure you’re receiving.

“Keep your eyes up babygirl, I want you to stare at me while I make you feel good.” Taehyung aligns the head against your clit again as he inserted one of his fingers inside. The action caused you to let out a small scream, your body starting to shake on how much he’s doing to you.

“T-Taehyung-” “Is that my name?” “I’m sorry, D-daddy! I-i-it’s so much, I don’t know if I can take it!” you whimpered, your juices coming out of you at an increasingly fast rate and your hands pathetically thrashing onto the restrains.

“Yeah? My little baby can take it, this is nothing isn’t it?” he smirks, adding two more fingers to completely stretch your walls out. You felt yourself jolt from the increased action, tears starting to form at the corner of your eyes.

“Da..daddy, shit, shit, oh, it’s so much, I, I,” you mewled, your body in cloud nine as you try to form sentences in your brain. Although you didn’t talk much, your moans and whimpers were music to his ears as Taehyung was satisfied with himself that he got you in this way.

“Aww, it’s too much? Too bad, you know you want more than a vibrator. I know you’re dying for me to pound this tiny little pussy with my big fat cock. You want to feel my dick deep inside your stomach and try to keep my cum inside you, huh? Do you want that, you little fucktoy?”

You didn’t know how he could read you like a book but it was what you wanted nonetheless. A flash of pink flew across the room before hitting against the wall, the identity being the vibrator that Taehyung was using on you a few minutes ago. Although you could still feel his fingers pump inside you, your clit was instead covered by his mouth.

“Ahh! Oh my god, oh my god! Daddy!” you shrieked, your attention being directed on him. He swirls the bud with the flat of his tongue and occasionally flicked it to help send you off. Surprisingly, his fingers were still moving as well and you felt them hit the spongy texture of your g-spot, your body reacting to the sensation sensitively.

You felt the all-too familiar knot in your stomach, signalling your orgasm. With the insane amount of pleasure, he would be too cruel to deny it. With your mind becoming absolutely hazy, the last thought you had was to finally release.

Unfortunately, your thoughts weren’t answered because after a few more pumps, he immediately pulled his fingers out and his mouth was nowhere to be found on your clit.

“Do you think I’m gonna let you cum? I don’t think so,” he mocked, sucking off the liquids and watching your body thrash against the bed from the denial.

“Wh-what? Why? Why?” you whined loudly, the build-up fading away and your mind was back to the present. Of course he wasn’t going to let you cum right away despite how good you were because it was still a punishment.

“Because I said so,” he stated in a matter-of-fact way, mesmerized at your body’s reactions.

“But I’ve been good! I obeyed when you put in the anal beads-” “That’s not enough though.”

“What the actual hell? You’re such a dick!” you muttered angrily, trying to catch yourself from the denial. Although it was pretty quiet, Taehyung’s ears picked it up and he was definitely not happy with what you said.

“What the fuck did you say?” he growled, placing himself next to you and choking your throat with just enough force that was typical whenever you were acting up. You gasped at the lack of oxygen as you tried to form an excuse.

“I-I’m sorry-” “Shut up. I thought I fucked the attitude out of you but I guess you still need to be taught a lesson. You’ve been using your bratty mouth too much, perhaps you’ll learn how to silence yourself with my cock inside it,” he snarled, standing up to remove his pants and boxers, the outline of his dick already making you hot and bothered.

Although you’ve been living with your boyfriend for a long time now, his dick size never fails to impress you. Unfortunately, it means that he’s not going to have mercy on you, especially since you pissed him off.

“I thought you were going to be a good girl but you just love acting up, do you? Do you like being a stupid slut? Did my little girl grow up to be a dumb brat?” he scoffed, pulling down his undergarments to reveal his huge cock, the tip hitting his belly button area before standing up proudly. You felt your mouth water at his size, wanting to take the whole thing inside you.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Are you going to obey like a good baby or are you going to keep on talking with that bratty little voice?” he snapped, taking you out of your gazing. You nodded obediently, not saying a word otherwise you would get in even more trouble. Taehyung stroked his cock for a bit, the pre-cum acting as lube to make it easier for you to swallow.

Once his tip was placed in front of your lips, you immediately opened and took his length inside you, trying to fit as much as you can. Normally, you could suck a good half but since you’re on thin ice from your behavior, he’s definitely going to make you take the whole thing. Hearing his low husky moans made you feel better, knowing that you’re at least doing it right.

You could feel him inch deeper inside you until you were nose deep between his balls. Taehyung’s head was thrown back and sweat was dripping down his face as his tip went past your gag reflex, the warm and wet sensation making the feeling extremely sensational.

“D-addy, do you want me to-” you garbled, trying to form words but they came out as mostly gibberish due to the amount in your throat.

“Choke on it, slut.” He starts to thrust forwards and backwards at a fast pace, one that you’re not accustomed to. Due to his length being too much for you to handle, you felt a long stream of tears flow down your cheeks as you try to hollow your throat to accommodate him.

“God, that feels so good. Finally my little baby is using her mouth for something good,” he grunts, placing his hands on your shoulders to thrust quicker. The low moans and growls he makes while you suck his dick turns you on, the all-too familiar ache between your legs building up again. “Do you like gagging on my cock baby girl?” You let out a nod which only made your breathing harder so you instructed yourself to breathe through your nose. Taehyung wasn’t looking empathetic for now as he smiled sadistically while chasing his own high.

With your face being near the base of his cock and your jaw slacked to attempt to take him and make it easier for you, you truly thought he was cruel for making you take him whole. Hearing your little gags and garbles starts to make him go faster as he thrusts in and out of your mouth at an inhuman-like pace while you try to suck on him better to get more of his reactions.

“God, you look so fucking hot like this. Your mouth feels so so good, I’m gonna cum,” he gasps, your little whimpers vibrating against the underside of his shaft. You felt a line of saliva flow down the corner of your mouth as your throat starts to close around his dick.

“Gonna cum, yeah fuck baby, I’m gonna cum,” he chants, his thrusts slowing down and after a loud moan of your name, his hot and sticky liquid spurted down your throat. You decided to take it down your throat, slowly sucking on it to clean his seed from his dick as he gently took it out from your mouth. With the length removed, you let out a deep gasp of breath as you struggled to breathe properly.

“Whoa, baby, are you okay?” he asked, patting your back gently in an attempt to help you breathe. After a few minutes of clearing your throat, you nodded while wincing from the ache from the back of your throat.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be okay,” you gasped, slowly breathing in and out.

“Good,” he beamed before turning back into his dominant self. However, instead of the coldness that he showed you before, his eyes are more playful and loving. “Did you learn your lesson?” You nodded weakly, cuddling your face against his chest. “I did, I’m extremely sorry Daddy! I didn’t mean to say that.” He pretended to think deeply as if he wanted to accept your apology or not. You prayed that he does because you’ve already been punished enough.

“It’s okay baby, I forgive you,” he smiled, his iconic box smile popping up on his sunshine-like face. “But know that I’ll always be yours, no matter what and I hope the same for you.” “Duh, now shut up and kiss me,” you snarked and although he rolled his eyes at your abrasive personality, he complied anyways.

“Hold on, let me take your toys off,” he sighed, unlocking the handcuffs and bending you over to remove the anal beads. You moan from the movement as you’ve gotten accustomed to the toy inside you. You watch intently as he carefully places them on the nightstand to disinfect later and carries you to the bed. “You ready for my dick, baby girl?” His tip was placed against your folds, teasing you slowly. You let out a shaky moan, wanting this just as much as he does. Taehyung took it as a yes as he slowly entered inside you, grunting from the inclusion. “Damn, you’ve gotten so much tighter, huh?” You just let out shaky moans and whimpers in response as you feel him completely enter you and fill you up. Your walls were fluttering around his length as you tried to take as much as him in, causing him to let out a low groan.

“Jesus fuck…” he grunted, as he immediately took his cock out, hovered it above your cunt, and slammed it inside you with such force. You let out a scream from the action, catching you off guard as you try to match up with his quick pace.

Like it was nothing, Taehyung snapped his hips quickly like it was child’s play as he fucks you deeper and harder, more intense than all of your previous rounds. He touches his bulge that’s deep inside your stomach, causing you to let out a whimper from his smirking face upon you.

“Yeah, does my little baby like being filled up and having my cock be deep inside her?” he asks while fucking you like no tomorrow.

“O-oh my god, yea, yes Daddy,” you purred, your half-droopy eyes interlocking with his, a simple but cherished action he likes during sex. It can be intense and a bit awkward at times, especially since he has a look that could make anyone fall on their knees on a normal day, but his dark starry eyes were to die for. After a minute, you look away with embarrassment but Taehyung cups your cheek and continues to stare for a moment longer.

“Don’t look away from me baby, I wish you can see how much your cute face looks while you’re getting your pussy pounded.” You were getting close to your orgasm again, your pussy clenching and fluttering around his dick. He could sense it too as he starts to pick up the pace and hit against your g-spot more often. “Shit, kitten, are you going to cum now? F-fuck yeah, cum for me now. I wanna see your cute face while you cream around my big dick.” His words were like the tipping point for you to orgasm as the knot that was building up finally lets out. You let out a scream as you felt your liquids gush around him, your mind having no thoughts in the world other than the feeling you have right now and your body is shaking violently from the pleasure. But instead of your usual intensity of an orgasm, you felt yourself squirt everywhere. Not only were your juices splattered onto your boyfriend’s cock but you felt the area around you feel drenched and some of them got onto Taehyung’s stomach and arms.

He stared at you with wide eyes and an open mouth as he started to thrust sloppily, chasing after his high as well due to the sight. “Fucking shit, you squirted all over me baby. Damn that was so hot.” You whimpered from the sensitivity as he continued, his grunts and moans increasing in volume. “Jesus fuck, holy shit, the things you do to me baby girl.” After letting out a guttural grunt, his dick started to inflate and shoot out thick loads of his seed into your battered cunt. Taehyung slowly exited himself out of you and flopped down on the bed next to you while pushing his long fingers inside to keep his cum in there. You let out a squeal from the intrusion as he slowly brought some of his load in front of your face and tapped on your lips, slightly coating them.

“Can I have them Daddy?” you whispered and he gave you a nod in response. Like there was no tomorrow, you immediately inserted his fingers into your mouth and wantonly sucked on them, savoring the salty taste of his cum. He raised an eyebrow at your behavior and pushed them deeper, the flat of his fingers feeling the back of your mouth. This caused you to gag, the action reminding you when you were sucking on his dick a while ago.

“O-okay baby that’s enough unless you want to go for another round, but I assume you’re too tired from that,” Taehyung laughed softly, slowly pulling them out to which you whined from the loss. “Are you okay, did I go too far? You did so well.” “Y-yeah, I’m okay,” you mumbled but he still wasn’t completely convinced. His duality always kills you but you were here for it anyways.

“No, I must’ve gone too far. At any moment, did you feel like you wanted to use the safe word? Remember that if-” “Taehyungie, you were okay! I’m okay and I didn’t want to use it. Besides, you were really hot dominating me like that,” you tried to assure him, rubbing his arms (which have gotten buffer) gently. “You took care of me well too.” “I’m glad to hear that! Hold on babe, I’m going to clean you up and get you some clothes.” He already left to go to the bathroom and during that, it gave you some time to think over your thoughts. Taehyung was truly a marvelous person: his looks were to die for, his personality was sweeter than honey but he can truly dominate someone the next second. You truly were thankful that he appeared in your life but a part of you didn’t understand why.

He comes out dressed in his old vintage T-shirts and shorts with another oversized T-shirt and a damp towel in his hands.

“Alright honey, can you lay down on your back for me? I must’ve made a mess.” “Dude, I literally squirted on not only you but the bed as well,” you dead-panned, causing him to laugh. He gently wiped the excess seed that laid on your inner thighs and the top of your private area before slipping a pair of your comfortable panties onto you. You quickly pulled on the shirt, the hem reaching the middle of your thighs and shyly gave him a hug (which was considerably rare for you to start them but with Taehyung, you would do it no matter what). He returned the hug back and laid you down on the bed with him cuddling you, being the big spoon within your relationship.

You like how his bigger body can easily make you feel warm and you could hear the sound of his heartbeat, the soft feeling making you drowsy.

“Do you want to sleep now, baby?” he rasps, rubbing the back of your neck and finding the particular spot where it was relieving for you. You nodded back in return as you turned over to face him, completely relishing his warm embrace.

“Can I ask you something, Y/N? I hope you don’t feel uncomfortable,” he asked slowly, breaking the silence that lingered around the room.

You nodded, slowly breaking out of his cuddle to face him with wide eyes. Although he didn’t want to break the hug either, he sat up to look at you as well.

“Y/N, you know that I’m dating you and when I date someone, my attention is on them and because I’m with you, I only see you. My eyes will always be looking at you, I breathe and bathe in your presence daily, and I’ll even shout out to the world that I love you if you ever asked me. I’m completely yours honey and I’m curious on why do you get so jealous whenever a woman talks to me? It might sound insensitive but today you acted different when I talked to Irene. Why is that?” You let out a ragged sigh, unsure if you truly want to tell Taehyung. Of course you knew that Taehyung loved you until the end of time and you obviously feel the same way, but that was the problem. You would completely drop everything just to be with him forever but is it possible for a man like him to agree to that? Taehyung was an obvious romantic and if he had to choose between the world and you, he would choose you but why? Why were you so special that he’s dating you? There were plenty of other fish in the sea but his eyes were set on you.

You were just another girl who’s trying to survive in the cutthroat fashion world, constantly thinking to yourself on how much of a disappointment you were. Being an idol was a dream you were dead-set on ever since you were a child but you were too chicken to go to an actual audition and spent the early stages of your adult life fighting with your mom to go on a fashion major: a second choice you didn’t really care for but it was a second choice nonetheless.

Taehyung was a successful photographer with many deals and collaborations from multiple people, some even for famous magazines. His visuals were good enough to even be a Gucci model! He’s good with children and elderly people, he’s an amazing baker, he can play the saxophone, and he could even sing! He shouldn’t be dating some girl who acts like a little kid and has a personality that is absolutely intolerable to most people.

“Taehyung, why are you dating me? If Irene asked you out on a date, would you go on it while you’re in a relationship with me?” “Of course not, I only have-” “But Irene’s ten times more gorgeous than me, it’s like comparing a swan to a baby duck! What kind of man would turn down a sexier woman for a toddler look alike?” you cried, your emotions showing out as you sobbed onto the comforter. He looked at you with sad eyes, rubbing your arms in an attempt to soothe you but your tears didn’t stop running.

“Taehyung, you’re literally every girl’s dream boyfriend! Yet you chose me out of all of those girls who I can’t compare to! Why?! I’m literally nothing compared to them; all of my life I’ve been bullied by my stature, my dreams didn’t come true, everyone thinks I’m annoying, and it fucking hurts to hear gossip from the people in this town on why I’m dating you! I’m just not good enough and I’ll never be-” Your ranting was stopped by a kiss, a romantic and passionate one. You started to whimper inside his mouth as he didn’t break away. His lips were quickly detached from yours to kiss away the tears that were slowly dripping down your face.

“Don’t say another word. I don’t understand why you don’t see yourself the same way I see you,” he said sternly, cupping your face gently.

“Wh-what? I’m not-” “Never say you’re not something because you’re such a beautiful, smart, funny, creative, and witty person. I know it’s hard to not compare yourself to other women but out of all of them, I only see you. Even though you hate that you’re short and you look young, I promise you it’s one of the things I love the most about you. You’re so cute and it makes me so happy whenever I’m cuddling you and I love taking care of you. And it’s okay if your dreams didn’t come true, everything happens for a reason and if you were an idol, would you’ve met me?” “Not really-” “Exactly, it’s like fate did something and we were always meant to be with each other! Besides, I have some friends who are idols and they absolutely hate it.” “Wow, Taehyung, way to make me feel better,” you said sarcastically, a low chuckle vibrating against you.

“Plus, I don’t find your personality annoying. It highlights you really well and I think it’s okay to have that kind of humor but if you act too bratty, I’m always there to punish you-” “God, you’re so perverted and this was supposed to be wholesome!” you barked, pushing him off while watching him with disgust as he tries to catch his breath from laughing too hard.

“Sorry, sorry, the main point is that I love you no matter what and I’ll always think, dream, and bathe in you. You’re my girl and it’s always going to be that way,” he said, giving you another kiss before pulling you back down on the bed and cuddling you again.

“Th-thank you Taehyung,” you said softly, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling yourself closer to his chest. It’s so warm and familiar, just the way you like it. You shift around until you’re more comfortable as you melt yourself into him. It was hard to not feel jealous of other girls but you felt better after talking it out and hearing his words.

“I love you,” he mumbled softly, slowly starting to fall asleep.

“I love you too.” You moved around for a bit but a sudden pain in your lower area stopped you from wiggling too much. Of course you forgot that you were getting railed a while ago and it’s now the aftermath.

“Yo Taehyung, why the fuck did you go hard on me? Now it hurts and I don’t think I can walk normally. Hell, I don’t think I can sit down because you spanked me as well!” you snapped, the all too familiar tsundere personality coming out.

He only had a smirk etched out on his face, pulling you close to stuff your face within his chest. “Sorry, I guess,” he replied sarcastically, chuckling on how you grumbled and complained in response.

“What does that mean, ‘I guess’? It’s always the doms with the biggest dicks.”

Your ringtone blasted across the room, waking you up from your comfortable and warm sleep with Taehyung. You grumbled to yourself as you groggily stared at the caller ID. Sure enough, it was Irene. Your heart dropped to your stomach as there was no other reason why she was calling you unless to fire you for your behavior at the diner yesterday.

“Hello?” you answer timidly, praying that you won’t get kicked out today.

“Hello, Y/N. I hope you’re having a lovely morning today.” “You too. Listen Irene, I’m really sorry on how I acted during the diner that time. It was extremely immature of me to have that attitude and not listen to your side of the story, I guess jealousy got the better of me. I-I promise there won’t be any more instances like this and I’m sorry for causing such inconvenience,” you rambled, sweat dripping down your back as your fate was determined on the other line.

Silence filled the room and you waited impatiently, tapping your fingers along the headboard of your bed. Suddenly, laughter rang out from Irene’s side and you sighed in a breath of relief that you’re off the hook.

“It’s okay, I completely understand why you acted that way and I apologize if it may seem like I’m making moves on your boyfriend. Although I would like it if you listened to my side, I’m hoping he did at least.” You stared at his sleeping figure and softly rubbed his bread-like cheeks with affection. “Y-yeah, he did. So, what did you want to call me about?” “Oh, do you know the dress designs that you submitted to me a few months ago?” Your mind went back to you staying overnight at the studio, scrapping pages and pages of different designs to find the perfect one to turn in. Although you were extremely proud, at that time Irene didn’t spend a second to even look at them which lowered your spirits.

“Yeah, what about them? Did I do something wrong?” “No, you didn’t. In fact they were really lovely and I’m sorry it took me a long time to review them. Actually, I really liked it so much that I turned it into some big name fashion companies and they are deciding to feature them in their latest runway for a fashion week.” Your eyes widened, shock filling your brain as you tried to comprehend what was going on. There was no way, the design that you spent hours perfecting was able to go on the runway?! You let out a high-pitched shriek, instantly waking up Taehyung as he slowly opened his eyes.

“Oh my god, thank you thank you thank you! I-I can’t believe this is happening!” you squealed, your excitement radiating the room like sunshine on a bright morning.

“You’re welcome honey, I hope you’re coming up with more designs to possibly submit in the future.” “Of course! Thank you so much, have a great day!” you grinned as the call ended. You started babbling to yourself while Taehyung watched you with admiration surrounding his face.

“Congratulations baby,” he grinned, giving you a kiss on your lips.

“Hey, how did you know?” “I heard you screaming ever since the phone rang.” “I mean, I guess you would’ve found out that way. Anyways I’m so excited and happy since this is such a huge opportunity for me! Also, thank you for the support and love you gave me last night,” you said, pecking his cheeks.

“Anytime baby girl. How about I make some of those fluffy pancakes you like for celebration,” he smiled, walking out of the bed and into the brown slippers you got him for his birthday once.

“Alright, I’ll be-” Unfortunately for you, your legs stopped working and you tumbled out of the bed. Taehyung only laughed at your fall before carrying you bridal style, much to your embarrassment.

“Thanks a lot Tae, you really ruined me last night,” you pouted as you made yourself comfortable in his arms.

“You know you love me right,” he cooed, flicking your cheeks which turned into an embarrassingly bright red. As much as you don’t show it that much, you’re definitely in love with him no matter what.

Just as Taehyung was about to head off for his photoshoot consisting of a beauty model, he slipped his hand underneath his drawer and beneath the ties hides a velvet red box. And inside the box was a wedding ring that was passed onto from generations of his family.

You have been dating him for a few years now and although you never admitted it, you were hoping that one day he’ll propose to you.

Taehyung smiled at the box before closing the drawer to head out his way. There was a legend throughout the Kim family that the ring fits the person who's the perfect wife for the son. The ring was quite small which meant most girls couldn’t fit it but since you have small hands, he checked the size of your fingers and it fit perfectly.

Many people would ask him why he would choose a short abrasive girl like you as his girlfriend and some may judge but frankly, he didn’t care about what everyone else thought.

Because he was lucky that destiny allowed him to be with you and the person that he set his mind and future on was only you.

a/n: this was initially a drabble but i liked the idea sm that i decided to write a whole ff on it lol. thanks for reading, i hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! <3

taglist: @cherrykocho, @knjkitten

705 notes · View notes

azucanela · 4 years ago

Note

Hehe sooo how about Hawks, Shinsou and Kirishims straddling the reader, keeping them held down, unable to move. Instead of doing anything, he just stares at her in wonder for a long time until she furiously blushes.

STRADDLING THEIR S/O HEADCANNONS [ft. keigo takami, kirishima ejirou, shinsou hitsohi]

SUMMARY: Y/N does not understand why they’re staring but it is causing a lot of feelings.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

WARNINGS: almost a curse word, flirting, kissing, hawks being hawks, mostly soft and cute, like zero angst

A/N: i see you anon akshdkajshd you didn’t specify scenarios or headcannons or both so i went ahead and did scenarios <3 also this is such an odd mix but i love it.

KEIGO TAKAMI | PRO HERO HAWKS

SCENARIO

As a Pro Hero, Y/N had always viewed training as something necessary. To ensure that her skills were sharp and she was prepared for every possible thing a villain could throw at her. This is why Y/N always incorporated at least one day of training into her week, though this didn’t just benefit her, as she always invited her fell Pro, Hawks.

Keigo had a very different outlook on training, one that Y/N thought would cost him his life one day if she was honest. This outlook being that training was pointless, especially since their jobs required them to work constantly, which Keigo viewed as a way of training since they both worked nearly daily as top heroes.

Now, other Pro Heroes had suggested training together in the past, Keigo had denied every single one of them. Of course, none of them were Y/N L/N, his partner in crime— more accurately heroism. His flirting had gotten him nowhere with the girl, probably because she was one of the most oblivious people he knew.

More likely because Y/N perceived his flirting as a joke.

This is how Pro Hero Hawks and Pro Hero Y/H/N ended up in the position they are in now. Keigo had managed to get the jump on her while they were sparring, and now he straddled her waist, hands holding her down by the wrists as their faces remained infinitely close.

Y/N could feel Keigo’s breath in her face as he spoke, a smirk dawning his face, “got you.”

She’s glaring at him, hands jolting in his grasp to try and get free to no success. Y/N notices his smirk fade as he tilts his head at her, eyes falling over her figure as he sits on top of her. She finds herself pausing her movement as she eyes him, cheeks warming at his piercing gaze.

“Now is not the time for another one of your jokes, Keigo.”

His eyes snap back onto hers as he raises a brow, allowing a breathy laugh to escape him. “Jokes?”

Y/N practically slams her head down onto the mat in annoyance, averting her eyes from his as she responds, “yes. Where you flirt with me-”

“You think that’s a joke, sweetheart?”

If her cheeks weren’t already burning, they certainly were now. “You just like to make me flustered, you pompous-”

“Before you finish that mean sentence.” Keigo mutters, using his free hand to grip Y/N by the chin and force her eyes to meet his, “I do like the fluster you. But I also happen to like you.”

Y/N lets out a small laugh at his words, “of course you like me, we’re friends.”

His eyes narrow at her as he releases her chin and moves his face impossibly closer to her own, “can I kiss you?” The breath practically leaves her lungs as Y/N’s mouth gapes open at his words, and she’s just about ready to tell him off until she sees the look in his eyes.

He’s serious.

Y/N finds herself nodding slowly, only for Keigo to tilt his head at her, “I wanna hear you say it, sweetheart.”

“Kiss me before I change my mind you as-”

And then his lips are on hers.

KIRISHIMA EJIROU

SCENARIO

Y/N couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her as she ran down the halls of the dorms, Kirishima close behind as she made her way to her own room. This wasn’t necessarily an uncommon occurrence. Even before they were dating, their friendship had a lot of moments like this.

Pushing her room door open, Y/N gasped as Kirishima practically tackled her to the ground from behind, twisting them to ensure he took the brunt of the fall, the redhead wasted no time taking advantage of Y/N’s shocked and flipping them over so that he could straddle her waist.

“I caught you!” He exclaimed with a toothy grin, hands pinning her arms down onto the carpet as he pressed a messy kiss to her neck and pulling a laugh from her once more.

They’re heaving as they try to catch their breaths, having run around the entire dorm. And a small silence overcomes them, Kirishima’s eyes trailing over her, a small crease forming between his brows as he does.

Y/N finds herself tilting her head at the action, confusion flooding her as she watches his mouth gape open slightly. She can’t help it when her cheeks begin to burn in embarrassment.

“What?” She mumbles, averting her eyes from his.

Kirishima blinks, once, twice, finally her words register in his mind and he breaks out into a smile once more as he replies, “you’re just so...” He releases her arms, “beautiful.”

Y/N brings her hands to her face, a weak attempt at hiding her embarrassment as Kirishima pries them away, “you say such cheesy things.”

“And you love it.”

Faking a pensive look, Y/N brings a hand to her chin as she hums, “do I?”

Kirishima scoffs hands coming to hold her face in place as he peppers kisses across the skin, “you don’t?”

Y/N swatted playfully at his chest, a pointless try to stop his pecks against her face before he finally pressed a kiss on her lips, one that she melted into. Bringing her hands around his shoulders loosely, she hummed into the kiss, pulling him closer.

“I love you.”

SHINSOU HITOSHI

SCENARIO

Shinsou had insisted on training with Y/N, top of her class, the very class that Shinsou would be transferring to the following semester. Aside from being the top of her class, Y/N was also Shinsou’s only friend, something she hoped would change in the upcoming semester, especially if she managed to get him to join her lovely little friend group in Class 1-A.

These sessions benefited the both of them, seeing as Bakugo wasn’t the only target of the League of Villains at the training camp. Thankfully, Y/N had managed to escape them, but given how many times they’d attacked UA, she couldn’t help but feel the need to protect herself now.

Not that Shinsou knew about it, and hopefully he would never know about that.

Swinging her leg at his head, a hit that Shinsou used to be incapable of dodging, Y/N found these thoughts emptying her mind as he swiftly knocked her to the ground, legs coming to straddle her hips. Though Shinsou ensured not to place his full weight on her as his hands came to grip her own press them down onto the mat they’d been sparring on.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at his words, apologizing for besting her. He’d certainly earned it after months of training. Though Y/N couldn’t help but feel shocked as she shifted beneath him, “Shinsou that was amazing! I’m so proud.” She offers him a grin, only to realize he’s not necessarily paying attention.

“How many times do I have to tell you, call me Hitoshi.” There’s a small smile on his face as he nods, and his eyes are on her, and there’s a distant look in his eyes that leaves Y/N wondering what exactly is going on in his head as he stares down at her. A silence falling between them, Y/N can’t help but think back to all the times her friends had suggested he felt... something more for her.

These thoughts coupled with his piercing gaze cause her cheeks to begin burning as she inhales deeply, eyes meeting his with newfound determination. Y/N uses his distracted state to force them to switch positions, knocking his back onto the mat with a grunt, Y/N seats herself on his hips before bringing her hands to his face and pressing her lips to his.

This probably wasn’t the best plan she could’ve come up with.

He’s frozen for a moment, but Shinsou’s arms come to hold her hips as one of Y/N’s hands leaves his face to move through his hair, causing Shinsou’s fingers to dig into her hips.

Pulling away, Y/N’s cheeks warm as she mumbles, “so, Hitoshi...” She clears her throat, “we should probably discuss that.”

Shinsou’s head falls against the mat as a laugh escapes him, “I can’t believe I like you.”

Y/N swats at his chest, though she laughs alongside him, falling onto his chest to lay her head against it.

This was nice.

A/N: i got a lil carried away with keigos... oops. also if you read all my headcannons its basically following the same y/n and whichever character because i always do the same backstory akjsdhakjshdkjash everyone has just had a first kiss like 23479283749 times. also WHY IS KIRISHIMA SO HARD TO WRITE FOR I CAN’T DO IT thats why his is short im sorry kjashdkjahsdkjhs

TAGLISTS[lmk if you wanna be added or removed via asks or replies]

BNHA: @shawkneecaps @1-800-schmacked

1K notes · View notes

rbbalmung · 4 years ago

Text

Pokemon SwSh GPL AU: Get to know ______

Guys, it’s time for my favourite pokemon ship. Prepare for loads of fluff.

Get to Know Gloria x Hop (Postwickshipping/Hpyu):

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other? I headcannon that Gloria really likes pokemon plushies, so Hop is always unconsciously checking the stuffed animal section of stores to see if there’s any she doesn’t have. Gloria tries really hard to get him books that pertain to his research, but she really has no clue what he studies aside from the fact that it’s legendary pokemon (Legendary Pokemon are his focus).

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap? Gloria! They are the cuddliest couple ever. There’s about a foot size difference between them, so she fits perfectly in his lap. (Hop is def the little spoon, tho).

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes? TBH, they would both walk around the house half naked. They’re comfort first babies, so you know Gloria’s bra is coming off and Hop is discarding his work clothes the second their door is closed. I think it’s kind of a casual thing for them, though. They’ve known each other long enough that this kind of thing doesn’t bother them.

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway? Gloria has to drag Hop’s ass to bed pretty much every night. They’re both busy people, but we all know that Hop would lose track of time while working on his thesis. It is a fact that if Gloria doesn’t come to get him, he will fall asleep on his desk.

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies? They’re actually both pretty good cooks (Gloria’s mama owns a restaurant in Wedgehurst and Hop’s mom is obsessed with cooking), but I think Hop would probably be the one to burn all the food. The only reason why is because he has a harder time focusing solely on cooking instead of trying to multitask. Now, baking is a whole other story. They’re both terrible at it.

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”? Gloria would be the one to read the prompts and Hop would be the denier (he secretly thinks it’s really cute whenever she does it).

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes? Gloria. 100% Gloria. She is constantly cold and has a passion for stealing Hop’s hoodies. He thinks its adorable because they’re always really big on her.

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?” Hop would be the errand runner and Gloria would make sure he remembered everything. It goes back to Hop’s mind being a million places at once and Gloria hyper focusing on one thing at a time.

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions? Hop would drive and Gloria would give directions for similar reasons to the question above.

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws? Hop doodles Gloria sometimes to keep his hands busy. It’s kind of an absent minded thing for him to do while reading an article/book. Once Sonia caught him doing it, and when I say she teases him relentlessly, I mean it. Hop absolutely does not let Gloria see these doodles (they’re very cutesy and he’d die of embarrassment).

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips? Hop would be the backflipper and Gloria would be the follower. Think back to their GPL season: Hop was blazing ahead at all times without a care in the world. Gloria is the slowest traveler in the world because she likes talking to everyone and visiting all the stores.

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking? Neither of them can hold their alcohol, but Hop at least has more body mass than Gloria. They’re a pair of lightweights and nothing you can say will convince me otherwise. (Let’s be real: Bede has to be the one to make sure they get home).

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own? Gloria. I actually believe that Gloria would keep her last name even after she and Hop get married because it belongs to her mama (after the divorce, they both changed their last names to match her mama’s maiden name). Hop is also a proud Hoffman, so he wouldn’t use the name Park. However, everyone else will mix it up. Gloria gets called “Mrs. Hoffman” all the time if she’s arriving for restaurant reservations or something of the like. Newer reporters/young children call Hop “Mr. Park” because they just assume Park was his last name.

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside? Neither of them are scared of bug pokemon.

16: Which one gives the other their jacket? HOP. I mentioned it earlier, but Gloria is always cold. Bede asks why he doesn’t just make Gloria bring her own jacket and Hop replies that he likes it when she wears his jacket (they’re freaking sappy).

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling? Pft. Leon? Please. By this point, he’s become the big brother of Gloria as well. The League members are a completely different story. They all like Hop, but since Gloria is one of their younger members and the biggest sweetheart, they’re a protective bunch (Especially Melony and Gordie).

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other? Gloria, but it didn’t go well. It was right before he was leaving to finish up high school studying abroad, and the timing wasn’t right (aka Hop turned her down because he hadn’t yet realised his feelings for her). Gloria tries her best to move on but never truly gets over him. Luckily, his feelings hit him like a bag of bricks to the stomach when they reunite a couple years later.

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting? The best. They would definitely be the cool parents (I mean, come on. They’re the freaking heroes of Galar!). I think they’d also be super supportive of their child’s choices. 10/10. They’re made to be parents. (Hop would especially want to be a good dad. He’s initially nervous because he never knew his dad and thinks he might mess up, but Gloria reassures him that he’s doing a good job).

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters? Hop would be Mr. Perfect Grammar. Gloria would use mostly good grammar, but her texts would be littered with emojis.

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them? Hop is the more confrontational of the two. Gloria tends to believe that people are only mean to others if something bad is happening in their life, but Hop will jump from 0 to 100 if someone even looks at Gloria funny.

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun? Gloria likes Hop’s bad puns, so everyone else has to cringe in discomfort at the oblivious pair.

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy? Hop. Gloria likes catching pokemon and sending them on poke jobs, so there’s a new member to their family at least once a week.

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired? Hop. He’s the only one she would show vulnerability to, and he makes sure not to make her feel ashamed of it. (also, Gloria absolutely could not carry Hop. He’s like, a foot taller than her).

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering? Both! They’re very supportive of each other to help ease the other’s insecurities. Hop gets really invested in her pokemon matches and Gloria throws him a little celebration every time he finishes a project.

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder? Gloria. Since Hop never goes to sleep at night, it is very common for him to take 5 minute power naps without even realising it. Gloria definitely takes pictures when it happens as a reflex (They were long distance for the first 4 years of their relationship) because she wants to be able to look back at their memories together. Like Gloria doesn’t know about Hop’s doodles of her, Hop doesn’t know about her phone album of him.

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked? Gloria? I think they both grow into their separate styles as the get older, but Gloria would push Hop to wear more colourful things. Sonia once told Hop that a man should never tell a woman what to wear because it’s rude. I don’t think Gloria would mind if he suggested something, but he is way too nervous to do it (Sonia scarred him).

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of? Hop is very nervous around Urshifu and Calyrex. Urshifu because he’s terrifying, large, and very protective of Gloria. Calyrex because the pokemon will take over his body without warning to tell Gloria something.

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains? Hop! If Gloria held it, Hop’s head would be in the umbrella.

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures? Oh my gosh, they’d go everywhere. I think that after Gloria steps down as champion, they travel to all the different regions for at least a couple of years. Gloria would be the one to take pictures and make a little scrapbook when they return home.

#pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon swsh #swsh #postwickshipping #GPL AU #hpyu #pokemon hop #swsh hop #pokemon gloria #rival hop #swsh gloria #gloria x hop

100 notes · View notes

im-moreofa-dogperson · 3 years ago

Text

A Fearful Encounter - Part 3

Featuring: Dr. Crane aka Scarecrow x Female Reader

Warning: swearing, mention of guns, attempted assault, fluff

Summary: After you escape from Arkham Asylum with the help of Jonathan Crane, you begin to suspect that not everything is what it seems.

Words: 2372

Previous Parts: part 1 part 2

_______________________________________________

The next morning after John promised he’d stay guard for you, you woke up disoriented and embarrassed. You had kissed him. You kissed the man that had more or less tortured you for over a month.

Of all the idiotic things you had done over the last few weeks, this one was the worst.

His sudden shift in allegiance was apparent though, you just couldn’t figure out why it was so. He had helped you escape and even went as far as to investigate the safety of your home and assured you he’d stay the night. All the while having been the very reason that safety precautions were necessary in the first place.

You were too tired and frustrated to ponder over this any longer, however, so you dragged yourself out of bed and got dressed.

You walked into the kitchen catching a glimpse of John sleeping. It was oddly reassuring to see he’d followed through with his promise, but it was also the most bizarre sight you’d ever witnessed. His left arm was hanging over the side of the couch and his right leg was resting on top of the throw you’d given him.

What was unusual was how serene he looked. You were used to him always being on guard; his piercing eyes assessing someone’s entire being before they’ve even had a chance to introduce themselves.

And now with his eyes lightly shut and his mouth slightly agape, he was more disarmed and vulnerable than you’d ever imagined he’d be.

He suddenly shifted in his sleep letting out a soft moan and snapping you out of your trance. You turned your attention to the fridge before quickly realizing that everything would be expired given that you hadn’t been home in the last month.

You stared in the empty void of your fridge for a solid minute, anyways, before John startled you by saying, “I can just walk you to the bagel shop across the street.”

You jumped not having known he had woken up and was watching you that whole time.

“Um, sure,” you respond after getting over your initial shock. You didn’t really see any other way you’d safely get food after what he had told you last night.

You still had the gun you’d stolen but left it in your dresser drawer given that you’ve never shot one before, and didn’t want to take your chances with such a severe lack of experience.

He nods and stands up, casually tossing the blanket back onto the couch. He’d slept in his clothes and had only taken off his boots and jacket which he put back on as you follow him out the door.

You were thankful he didn’t bring up the kiss from last night, but at the same time, a part of you wished he would at least say something about the connection you felt, so you could catch a glimpse of his thinking process.

After John escorted you to and back from the bagel shop, he had caught the attention of one of his men who was keeping guard outside your apartment. Once it was settled that this man would be watching you today, John decided it was time for him to head back to the Asylum.

With one last apology from him and an awkward goodbye, you were once again on your own in your apartment.

******

A few days had passed since you last saw John and since then, you’d noticed the same black SUV parked beneath your window and knew he had kept his promise again in terms of keeping you protected.

While you understood the necessity of being constantly watched given what he had told you about all the nefarious people who’d be coming after you, part of you wondered if he’d actually lied about it all.

You wondered if he’d made up the reason for your need to be under constant supervision, so he could continue with his research. You figured there was only one way to test this theory.

Grabbing your jacket off the armchair in your room and slipping your stolen gun in your pants using your sweater to cover it, you ventured out of your apartment.

Beginning the 3-block walk to your favorite coffee shop, you quickly notice the SUV following you from the corner of your eye.

Upon entrance to the shop, you subtly look around for another exit. The man keeping a watch on you didn’t get out of his car, wrongly assuming you were just there for coffee.

You notice a back exit that led into the alley. You figure that if anyone was actually after you, they’d be lurking nearby waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Slipping out the back door using the crowd of customers as cover, you glance back at the guard still parked out front. Good, you thought. At least you weren’t the only gullible sap in this city.

When the heavy back door slammed shut behind you, you took in your surroundings and noticed the alley was practically empty of life except a few rats scuttling behind a nearby dumpster. The noise of the bustling city echoed through the street creating a false sense of security.

You waited to see if any strangers would approach you, but when no one came forward after a couple minutes you immediately felt foolish.

How could you have believed a man who was known for deceiving his victims? That whole charade he put on the first night you were back home was just another trick. Only this time, instead of being brought on by Fear Toxin, this hallucination was brought on by a silly, seemingly baseless infatuation.

While you beat yourself up for your significant misjudgment of character, you failed to notice the strange man slinking his way towards you.

Before you knew what was happening, you were pinned up against the brick wall with a knife set against your throat.

You instinctively bring a knee up to the man’s groin. He grunts and doubles over as you push yourself from the wall, slightly stumbling away give how shaken up you were.

You don’t make it far, however, as the man catches up to you grabbing your waist, spinning you around and shoving you onto the ground.

Your head smacks into the concrete causing you to cry out. You reach for the gun tucked in your pants, but the man beats you to it and tosses it aside. So much for that, you think.

“Not all you’re cracked up to be, huh?” He growls. He brings his knife back up, but you continue to fight him, causing him to be more forceful, pressing the knife against your skin.

“What’s your secret, huh?” he continues. “How’d you fucking do it, bitch?” Instead of responding, you turn your head away from him and desperately attempt to reach for the gun sitting just inches from your fingertips.

“Doesn’t really matter anyways because you’ll be dead as soon as I’m done with you.” He mutters into your ear, ignoring your futile struggling.

Suddenly, you feel him jab a knee between your legs, pushing them apart.

Just as his free hand roughly grabs the hem of your pants in an attempt to rip them off you, a voice calls from behind you: “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

You lean your head further back to look behind you and a wave of relief washes over you at the sight of John’s face. The guard that was in charge of you must’ve alerted him as soon as he noticed you were missing.

John holds his gun, unwavering, pointed directly at the face of the man holding you down.

However, instead of letting you go, the man pulls you up keeping the knife pressed against your neck.

“So, THIS is how you managed to do what no other crazy has done before.” The man muses. “Slithering your way into the heart of a scarecrow, well sweetheart, I hate to break it to ya, but scarecrows famously have no hearts. Or is that a brain?” He teases.

John goes on, unfazed by the man’s accusation. “Sir, would you like to see my mask?”

Instead of answering with words, the man pushes his knife harder against your neck slightly puncturing through skin, causing a subtle grunt from you.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” John pulls his mask out of his back pocket where it was tucked and put it on with his free hand. He then pulls out a small spray bottle and douses the man in what you could only assume was Fear Toxin.

John must have configured you’d be acclimated to this dose and therefore wouldn’t be affected.

The man cried out and shoved you forward straight into John’s open arm who pulled you into him while keeping his gun trained on the man. You knew what was coming, so you turned towards John’s chest just as you heard him pull the trigger.

******

You walk back into your apartment still shocked about the gruesome scene that you now blamed yourself for instigating. You begin to fall onto the couch, but John had other ideas.

He grabs your upper arms and swings you back up so you’re standing just in front of him. He glares into your eyes with that icy blue stare.

“What were you thinking.” He says this slowly and deliberately then clenches his jaw, as if his anger is so severe it’s difficult for him to speak.

“I wanted to make sure you weren’t lying to me.” You confess. He glares into your eyes for a few more seconds before noticing the small bleeding cut on your neck.

He abruptly lets go of you, and strides over to the kitchen. You breathe out a heavy sigh collapsing into the couch and closing your eyes.

As you begin to mull over everything that just happened, your eyes are jolted open again as you feel the sudden sting of a damp rag against your cut.

John sat on the cushion next to you and held pressure on your neck with one hand, the other hand holding the back of your head to keep you still.

You were reminded of the first night you met him when he’d laid you on the hospital bed and sat in front of you giving you his full attention. Of course, then he’d been threatening your sanity, unlike now with him taking care of a minor laceration.

You gaze up at the pale ceiling leaning against John’s hand and say, “so, you weren’t kidding when you said I’m somewhat disliked now by a few bad people.”

“No. I wasn’t.” He states.

“Not sure what you expected of me.” You continue without turning your head. “I mean how could I not question every word that comes out of your mouth, Scarecrow.”

You hear him chuckle at that last word, the opposite of the reaction you were expecting to incite.

He removes the rag from you and reaches over to the coffee table where he’d set a few butterfly bandages. He carefully places two on your cut eliciting a sharp inhalation from you.

“I must have mistaken that kiss as a sign of trust then.” He says. You whip around to look at him seeing he has his eyebrows now slightly raised. He knew that would get a rise out of you.

You scoff and shake your head before saying:

“You know what, yeah, you did. For such a profound psychiatrist or whatever you are, you sure have overlooked my reckless patterns. I mean do you even know how I got out of Arkham? I caused a commotion. That’s it.”

“No scheming allegiances, no spectacular, award-winning plan that should ever have warranted the respect from a genius like you, just causing enough chaos in the hopes that I’d somehow be able to slip through the cracks unnoticed.”

The words tumble out of you as if you’d been holding on to this anger for far too long, not even sure what you were saying, only that you were angry. John sat still and watched you, studying you with a piercing gaze.

“And if you’ll remember correctly, it didn’t even work! You stopped me! If you hadn’t had this sudden change of heart, or whatever the hell is going on, I’d still fucking be there!”

“That first night we met, you mistook me as someone who has a plan. But I fucking don’t, okay?! I don’t know what I’m doing, and not to mention, I just got some guy fucking killed!”

“No you didn’t.” John says as he reaches out and grabs your arms to hold you still as you were still visibly shaking out of frustration.

“What are you talking about, I heard it.” You say in an exhausted tone.

“Oh, I didn’t kill that man.” He says matter-of-factly. You look at him befuddled, so he goes on, “You were caught in that Fear intake as well, and given that you aren’t 100% acclimated to it, you only imagined I’d shot him.”

Your eyes widen in shock. You felt like you were back on the pier, the ominous Gotham Bay at your back, and a complete reliance on John given any future slip-ups.

“And it isn’t entirely a reckless pattern. It’s bold. You were already unafraid before even taking my toxin. If there’s one thing a genius like me, your words, can respect it’s using chaos to your own benefit.”

You stare at him in disbelief. You hadn’t realized yet what it was in you that had caught the attention of such an illustrious criminal as John, but here he was telling you it’s because he was impressed by your unconventionality.

He continues on ignoring your speechlessness, “You’re not safe here. Not alone.”

You scoff lightly, and retort, “On the contrary, I think I was in considerably less danger before you showed up.”

“That may be true, but given that I have shown up, that argument is invalid.”

“So, what then, are you gonna take me back to the Asylum?” You contest.

“No. I meant what I said when I told you I was sorry for that. I’m done experimenting on people. You can stay with me until I figure out a plan.”

You furrow your eyebrows and say, “a plan for what?”

“A plan to help get you out of Gotham.”

_______________________________________________

#jonathan crane #cillian murphy #scarecrow #dc fic #dr. jonathan crane #batman

27 notes · View notes

bobohunn · 4 years ago

Text

Title : Big Chance

Genre : fluff(?), angst

Pair : baekhyun x reader

Warnings : language, cheating (not between the pair), and mentions of alcohol

Word count : 1.3k

You gulped the last drop of your vodka and slammed your hands on the counter as you stood up from the stool on which you have been sitting for about 2 hours. When you finally decided to turn and move away from the cold surface of the bar, a warm hand snaked around and rested on your waist.

”Don’t,” the owner of the hand whispered to your ear over the loud music playing somewhere in the living room, his voice all too familiar for you to spend even a second to turn and confirm who he is.

As if showing no interest, despite him looking like an entire sumptuous meal, you returned his gaze with half-lidded eyes. ”Then what should I do? Just watch them rub themselves to each other until his dick is finally fucking her vagina?” you scoffed.

Baekhyun only smirked at your words. He lowered himself and pressed his lips against the shell of your ear as he shifted his gaze towards the crowd of drunkards in the living room. His hand left your waist to move to the dip of your lower back. ”You won’t be watching them if you keep your eyes on me, sweetheart.”

You raised a brow in amusement, ”Oh my, what is this, I sense? Some alcohol-induced confidence?”

”We can give them a show tonight, baby. One that would rile someone the fuck up,” Baekhyun whispered to your ear once more before standing up straight again. He pushed his brown hair back and placed a hand in his pocket, ”only if you’re interested, though.”

The edges of your lips rose to your cheeks as you let out a small laugh at his idea. You stared at him for a while and asked for the second time but in a different context, this time, ”Then what should I do?”

He took one of your small hands and kissed the back of it before saying, ”Just relax and go with the flow.”

Baekhyun then pulled you gently to the dance floor, making sure that you were somewhere along the vision span of your apparently cheating boyfriend who was taking the time of his life feeling up the body of one of your best— now fake, friends. He moved so that your back was directly against his chest as he once again brought his lips to your ear, ”Dance for me, baby.”

You swayed your body to the music as if there were no tomorrow. You didn’t care about how your skimpy dress was riding up your thighs or how awful the smell of people’s breaths around you were. You just let your body move how it wanted to, wild and free. You just didn't give a fuck. Not anymore. Certainly not about your almost 1-year relationship with your now ex-boyfriend nor your 5-year friendship with your best friend, that was about to go down the drain tonight. It’s so easy to stop giving two shits when you know they’re wrong, after all.

All that mattered at the moment was how Baekhyun’s hands were roaming around your body as he rolled his hips to the melody of the song; how he stared down at you with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, sweat trickling down his temples; and how he made you feel so good about yourself. Oh, what you would do just to be this way every day. You were enjoying yourself a little bit too much that you didn’t even notice your boyfriend coming up to you.

“What the fuck is this?” Dylan shouted over the loud music as he pulled you out of Baekhyun’s personal space. You clicked your tongue and turned your head to the side, a grin growing on your lips.

You started to laugh sarcastically at your boyfriend’s face, clutching your stomach in your hands to emphasize how fake it was. Your voice was so loud that the people around stopped dancing, confused at the scene right in front of them.

Mina, who reeked of sex and your ex-boyfriend’s body spray, grabbed your wrist as she said, “[Y/N], stop people are watching. It’s embarrassing.” You abruptly stopped laughing and yanked your wrist from Mina’s hold, all while staring at her bloodshot eyes.

”I was watching you both basically having sex with clothes on,” you paused to look at your boyfriend. ”Honestly, it was embarrassing how you cheating sluts couldn’t even get a room. But did I tell you to stop?”

You weren’t very sure how it happened, but a hand landed on your right cheek.

Only after a few seconds did you realize that Mina slapped you. She hit you with all her might. She slapped you as if her life depended on how prominent the red mark on your face would be. She slapped you so hard that you would have ended up on the floor if it wasn’t for Baekhyun’s reflexes. She slapped you like you were wrong.

Your blood rushed to your face, and your nails dug into the soft skin of your palm.

You wanted to scream, to shout, and to curse the hell out of your burning chest. It was so unfair. You got cheated on by both your boyfriend and your best friend together, the two people you poured your love and time to. But why did you have to get slapped in front of many people? Why did you have to lose more of your non-existent dignity? Why did it suddenly feel like it was your fault? Why?

The next thing you knew was that Baekhyun was dragging you past the crowd towards the front door.

You were sure you heard your name with a couple of ’wait’ and ’please’ from behind you, but you didn’t bother turning around anymore. It’s not that you didn’t want to, though. You wanted to know their side. You wanted to hear their explanations and give them the benefit of the doubt, but you just ran out of energy. It sounds dumb—of course, it is, because it was what your heart wanted.

The heart always makes dumb decisions. Always.

Which is the main reason why you are now kissing Baekhyun inside his black Audi. You both know that you aren’t ready for this yet, considering that it hasn’t even been 3 hours since you broke up with your boyfriend, but here you were savoring each other’s mouths as if you starved on tongue and saliva.

The kiss was bitter, like a mixture of all the alcoholic drinks you can find at the liquor section of the supermarket as if mocking the painful situation you were in. However, it felt good. With his teeth constantly tugging at your lower lips and occasionally biting your tongue, you couldn’t help but let out soft moans. He made you feel so good, as always, and you returned the favor by reaching all the corners of his mouth.

After a few good minutes of making out, you finally pulled away and caught your breath. He kissed the tip of your nose before leaning back.

Baekhyun rested his head on the headrest, showcasing the smooth and very tempting skin of his neck. You look back up at him again, taking in his facial features like it was food for the eyes. Though this is not the first time that you studied his face like this, your heart still skipped a beat at first glance. You have seen his face too many times before that you could point where every single one of his moles rested with your eyes closed. And if you tried harder, you would probably be able to tell precisely how many lashes h frame his brown orbs. You can’t help but smile at the sight.

“Look, I don’t want to be a rebound,” he said without looking at you.

You slowly nod your head, already prepared for when this would happen, “Sorry for bringing you into this, Baek. Just drop me at the next bus stop. I’ll hail a cab there,” you fumbled with the slit of your dress, avoiding his eyes.

“But baby,” your heart fluttered at the nickname, “if that’s the only way to make you realize that I’ve been here the whole time, I’ll do it for you.”

#byun baekhyun #bbh #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun angst #baekhyun smut #baekhyun x you #baekhyun one shot #exo #exo baekhyun

139 notes · View notes

wintersxani · 4 years ago

Text

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖| Anakin x reader

Warning(s): Smut, language

A/n: I kind of made it so Anakin goes on the mission with her, but I hope you like it <3

Word count: 2196

Anakin Skywalker. Usually he was tolerable, but he was making it nearly impossible to even try now. All he cared about was himself and his stupid reputation; going on about being the Chosen One as if anyone cared.

Clearly, the council could tell that you despised everything about him, so they figured it would be a good idea to pair the two of you in a mission to Hoth, tracking down some rising Bounty Hunter.

This was unforgivable- the last thing you wanted to do was be sent for a couple weeks alone with Anakin on a snowy planet; having to put up with him constantly going on about himself.

To you, this sounded like your personal hell- but there was no backing out of this. You wanted your reputation to be higher than it was, you were never offered to go on missions; not once. This was your shot to prove yourself, but of course there’s always going to be cons along with the pros.

You bit your tongue as Master Windu finished speaking, clearly they were waiting on you to speak. “Thank you Masters.” You announced among all, including Anakin although he wasn’t anywhere near being a Master. Glaring at him, you exit the room and head to your quarters.

Slumping down on your bed, you hesitate at the thought of packing. Instead, you decide to just take a nap- you needed to sleep the frustration and stress off.

You were awoken to the sound of banging on your door. Jumping out of bed, you put your robe around you and opened the door with a wave. To your surprise, Anakin was outside your room. You were confused on why he was outside your room; you two haven’t even spoken before- at least not a time you could remember.

“Anakin? What are you doing?” You asked in a groggy voice after being disturbed. “Are you kidding? What are you doing? We need to go now!” He says frustrated. “What do you mean? It’s only dinner-” You say before turning to look at your clock, displaying the time. You slept the entire evening and night.

“Shit! I need to pack!” You abruptly say, rushing over to your clothes as he follows you in. Pulling off robes from different hangers, you fold them quickly, placing them into your box shaped suitcase; grabbing extra pants and wraps.

“Here, let me take that.” He says, offering a hand. “I can carry it Skywalker. It’s not going to break my arm.” You say boldly. “Seriously. I can take it.” He says. “If you insist.” You say, tossing it over to him; catching him off guard.

You realize you need to change, but your doors already closed, and it would be awkward to just walk over and tell him to get out, so you just stand firm. “I um, need to change so..” You say, removing your robe. “Maybe a little privacy would be nice?” You ask. “Oh- of course.” He says, turning around.

You pull down your pants, folding them and neatly placing them inside a basket, followed by the wrap around your chest, unraveling it as quickly as you can. It falls to the ground, as Anakin clears his throat, grabbing your attention.

He wasn’t looking or anything, so you didn’t think much of it. You grab a new wrap and enfold your breasts in it, adding a tank top over it. This time, you turn around to pull off your underwear, you didn’t like the thought that he could turn and see more than you were willing to show.

You place them in the basket along with the wrap, putting on a new pair of underwear and pants. “Okay.” You say, allowing him to turn around. You walk towards him, waving your hand to open the door as you face each other- pushing his shoulder with yours. Your eyes follow his, which glide down your body. As you walk out the door, you realize that there was a mirror facing you; which Anakin had probably been looking at the entire time.

You surprisingly weren’t embarrassed, and him clearing his throat made more sense. You put on a show, and from the looks of it; he enjoyed it. He wasn’t too far behind you as you boarded the ship. Plopping down in the passenger seat, he sets himself in the pilots. “Look, I know you haven’t done anything like this before in the 19 years that you’ve been here, so just follow my lead. I know what I’m doing and I don’t need you screwing anything up.” He says.

“Excuse me? I haven’t got any opportunities because you’ve hogged them all up with your arrogance.” You raise your voice. “Please sweetheart, if they wanted you, they would’ve asked.” He says.

Your blood begins to boil, but you know that you need to be the better person. “Just fly the ship asshole.” You say, standing up and heading to the back of the ship to sit.

You could sense that you had landed as the ship vibrated, and stopped in motion. The doors to the cabin swoosh open revealing Anakin. “Get your gear on, we’re here. It’s going to be cold as a bitch out there.” You follow his instructions by putting another layer of pants on, and a fur coat overtop. The two of you exit the ship with your things, entering the base set up there. He wasn’t kidding when he said it was cold, you were already shivering.

“General Skywalker.” A clone greets at the large metal doors; “Y/l/n.” You nod in return and the large doors open, authorizing for you two to enter. You both enter the room you would be staying in with two separate beds. “This is going to be fun.” You mumble sarcastically at the sight of having to share a room with him.

“What?” He asks, glaring at you. “Here I thought having a one on one mission with you was terrible- but I was wrong. Turns out having to share a bedroom with you is!” You say uncharacteristically. “Give me a break y/n, you’re probably the worst companion I’ve-”

“General Skywalker! He’s here!” A clone shouts from outside the room. You two look to eachother before darting out of the room to see what the clones were rambling about. Gun shots were being fired, signaling for you and Skywalker to pull out your lightsabers.

You both leaped towards the man, taking your chances. Both of you were on each side of the thin man, who was very good with his blasters. Sweeping his leg at you, he knocks you to the ground, causing you to harshly hit your head. As you try to get up, one shot is fired into your shoulder, the next into your leg.

You couldn’t even move, but when you tried, a singeing pain runs through your body. Eventually, the blasting stops, followed by the humming of Anakin’s lightsaber dispersing.

Footsteps near, and you hear Anakin’s heavy breathing. “I got you, you’re going to be fine.” He says, putting your arm around his shoulders as you hopped to your room.

Setting you down on the bed, you feel dizzy by hitting your head so violently. “Hey, stay awake-” He says, snapping in your face. He runs over to his bag and pulls out a kit; setting it beside you. Pulling up a stool, he sits in front of you, asking you were you got hit. You point to your leg as your other hand holds onto your wounded shoulder.

“I need you to take off your shirt- That’s the only way I can get to the wound.” He says shyly. You nod, but it hurts too much to move your arm. “I need help.” You admit. He nods and lifts your arm as you wince, unzipping the fur coat and pulling it off your shoulders; down your arms. His touch soothes you as he grabs the ends of your tank top pulling it over your head.

The wrap covering your breasts starts to fall, but you grab it before it can. You look down in embarrassment; but it’s nothing he hasn’t recently seen before. Taking out tweezers, he places his hand on your shoulder. His touch gives you longing; you’ve been neglected of attention and touch- it’s all you’ve wanted.

“This is going to hurt.” He says calmly, sticking the tweezers into your wound. You purse your lips at the pain, feeling him dig around for the bullet. He pulls it out within a few seconds, followed by a wave of relief.

He reaches back into the kit, pulling out liquids and bandages. “This might sting- I’m sorry.” He says. “Nothing you can control. You don’t need to apologize Anakin. I should be thanking you.” You say as he applies liquid to a cotton pad, dabbing it on your wound. You make eye contact for a split second before both of you look away. Lastly, he puts a bandage over top, concealing it.

“One down, one to go.” He says. “Here.” You say, standing up. As you tower over him, he makes his way up your body slowly with his eyes. You pull down your heavy layer of pants with one hand as the other assists your wrap, pushing them to the side. “Since the pants are already damaged, you can just rip them.” You say as you sit back down. “If you insist.” He says smirking, ripping them with ease.

You take deep breaths in and out as he removes the remaining bullet and dabs on the stinging liquid, which soon disperses with the bandage being applied. “All done, unless you slipped up somewhere else.” He says, making sure the bandage is on.

“I might’ve..” you say, capturing his attention. He slowly looks up to you, and the moment the two of you lock eyes, you know exactly what you wanted to do. “here..” You say, removing your hand from the wraps enveloping your breasts. It unravels itself, falling to your waist. His eyes remove themselves from yours as they fall to your chest, examining them thoroughly before returning back.

He moves your hair behind your ear before enveloping his lips with yours, climbing on top of you. “You’re really good at putting on shows, you know that?” He says, gliding his hands up your waist and grasping your breasts. You softly moan as his lips move to your neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys.

His hands sliver themselves down to the hem of your pants, pulling them down and off, tossing them off the bed. He quickly moves down on you, kissing the insides of your thighs, knocking the kit off the bed, he looks up to you, locking his eyes with yours as he digs in.

Your legs push themselves apart as you throw your head back in pleasure, moaning endlessly. You were taken aback at the thought that you were going to have sex with the person you had despised 5 minutes ago, but somehow your feelings completely changed.

You were enjoying this thoroughly- the way he twirled his tongue; sideways, up and down, in circles; especially when he’s suck. You couldn’t contain yourself, your hands were gripping onto his head and pillows, arching your back constantly. As you were nearing, he stopped, leaving you sexually frustrated.

“Don’t worry, this’ll feel much better.” He says, sticking a metal finger inside of you, followed by another. Pumping them in and out, he curled them to your liking, hitting your G-spot directly. He added his thumb to you clit, swirling it around as you had to cover your mouth.

“F-fuck!” You said as you reached your climax, shaking as he continued to play around with you. “A-an-na-k-kin!” You said through jitters, trying to squirm from his grip; his strength beating you.

He lets go of you, and the tension drops, leaving you jolting here and there from over stimulation. “We’re not done yet.” He growls, moving to the edge of the bed, pulling you with him. Flipping you around, He sets you on your hands and knees, wiping the pre-cum off of his member, pumping it a few times.

“Hope you’re ready for this.” He says, grabbing onto you hips as he inserts his member inside of you, pulling and pushing you to his liking. He groans at the pleasure as you reach behind you to grab his hand, placing it on your head to hold it on the bed.

You bite on to the sheets at the feeling, your eyes constantly rolling to the back of you head in sheer pleasure. “You feel so good baby-” He moans, holding your head down. “Fuck I’m going to come-” He says, picking up the pace.

Moans continue to come from both of you, before he finally pulls out and cums. He falls on his own bed, trying to catch his breath. “You really should be thanking me, shouldn’t you?” He says, smirking.

“Not a chance Skywalker.” You say, biting your lip while looking at him lustfully. “Guess we’ll have to keep trying until you do.”

➺ Masterlist | 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

#anakin #anakin fanfiction #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #starwars #star wars #star wars anakin #star wars fanfiction #star wars imagine #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader

194 notes · View notes

shhhlikeme · 4 years ago

Note

May i request for Fem reader taking a contemporary dance class, and gets paired up with her long time crush, Suga for a sexy duet routine! Maybe they were having some trouble expressing the sexual/sensual chemistry, if ya know what i mean haha. Nsfw pls! 👀 (idk why but Suga kind of looks like someone who could dance lol)

Sugawara Koshi x You, His Irresistible Dance Partner (NSFW) 🎥

————————————

A/N: You may lovely💞💞💞

I hope you like it:

————————————

“And one, two......three, four.....five, si— No! Wrong again, Koshi!“

Hades Liv, the world reknowned contemporary dance instructor at Miyagi’s School of Dance pinched the bridge of her nose as she halted counts. The surrounding male and female dancers stopped abruptly once the counts did.

A sweating, tight tank top wearing, Sugawara Koshi stopped dancing too, obviously irritated. “Hades. Why are you calling my name when it’s Y/N who is messing up—“

“Excuse me!” You pinched your silver-haired dance partner on the bicep.

He rubbed his arm but paid no attention to you, widening his eyes at his sensei. “See how she acts?! Juvenile! She’s the one who cannot pirouette to the right—“

You scoffed in disbelief, turning to defend yourself to your instructor. “Me?! I’m the problem?! Oh coming from Mr. Ex Volleyball Player here, that’s rich! He wouldn’t know the difference between a spike and a Seconde Spin if you shoved it up his ass—“

“ENOUGH!” Liv stopped pinching the bridge of her nose to point at you two. “I put the two of you as centre partner routine because in my opinion you are the two most TALENTED dancers in my class. But look how you are acting! In front of the new dancers, no less! I am ashamed! All you two have done since I paired you is let your personal differences get in the way of your counts! This is DANCE. A dance that should portray inseparable lovers, but INSTEAD you two are giving me........FRENEMY! No, no, no! Leave the drama and issues outside of the STUDIO! Go get some water, both of you. And when you return we will discuss your future at this company.”

“With all due respect, Hades, he—“ you started to defend yourself after being chewed out by one of the most proficient dance instructors in Japan, but Suga grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the room with him. He knew better than to talk back to sensei Hades when she was so obviously upset. He was very annoyed that you didn’t know the difference.

Once in the vacant dance studio hallway, Suga didn’t let go of your wrist, he only backed you up harshly against the cold wall, you just barely dodged the bulletin board of awards. He pressed his sweaty front against yours, hovering over you as he spoke darkly.

“Look.” Koshi took a deep breath as his eyes bored into yours. “I don’t know how or why they moved you up to this class....but you need to get it together. I do think you have the talent as a dancer but your professionalism? Forget it.”

You challenged him with your eyes, ignoring the way his minty breath fanning your face was making you wet in your panties.

“You’re rude. I was told Mr. Ex volleyball player was sweet as candy.”

“It’s true, I’m very sweet. Until you piss me off, congratulations.”

“I’m shaking.” You respond sarcastically.

“You will be if you make me mad enough. I will not lose my spot as point partner dance because of you.” He glared down at you heatedly.

“Right back at you.” A mad Suga meant a horny you, so maybe you spun incorrectly, maybe you toyed with him on purpose.

Just then, the door to the studio swung open and all the dancers filed out with their bags, signalling the end of the dance rehearsal.

“Koshi. New girl. Liv wants to see you two once everyone leaves. She’s waiting in there.”

Sugawara nodded, still trapping your warm body between him and the flat wall. You analyzed his brilliant neck. There were droplets of sweat dripping down from his Adam’s apple disappearing under his wifebeater. Damn did he look good in his wifebeater. You wanted to be that drop of sweat so baaad.

You pushed Suga off of you so that he couldn’t feel the way your heart sped up by having him so close when you weren’t dancing.

Yes, you had a major crush on the Jack Frost look alike a.k.a ex-volleyball player turned dancer. Look at him.

No, you would not admit it to anyone but yourself.

“After you.” Suga smirked as he opened the door for you to re-enter the studio. You gave him a sickly sweet sarcastic grin and waltzed in.

Upon arrival, Hades was pacing around the room, staring only at the floor. She was a beautiful elderly woman, lean figure with a big grey afro and dark skin that hasn’t aged a decade.

“I have a plan.” She announced as you and Koshi stood next to each other in front of her. “You two are only lacking one thing: fire. I’m getting ice. The dance moves are there but I need to FEEL the heated chemistry.�� She stopped pacing, looking at the two of you with hopeful eyes. “My plan is quite theatrical, but the show is in 3 days. You leave me no choice. I have no other two dancers good enough that I could replace you with, and I refuse to let my dance company be embarrassed.”

“What will you have us do?” Koshi asked: scared-like. You looked up at him and saw that there was slight fear in his handsome face.

It made you apprehensive because Suga knew Hades Liv much better than you did having danced with her for years. For you, it’s only been 4 months. You gulped.

Hades sauntered over to her floral bag that she kept by the mirror. The bag no one was allowed to touch.

Beside you, Suga froze. “Don’t do it, Hades.............” He whispered under his breath and you nudged him.

“Don’t do what??” You whispered back in a panic. “Koshi what are you afraid of—oh.”

The lean dance mogul had retrieved what she wanted from the bag, holding it up for the two of you to see.

You gasped.

Suga looked away in anger.

They were a pair of handcuffs. ⛓

“If you two want to be a part of my show this Friday, then I want you two handcuffed for 8 hours a day, everyday, until the show.”

“But—“ you started, as to which Suga just shushed you rapidly.

“Got it.” He said.

“Good.” Liv replied, with a smile for her favourite student. “I’m glad there are no issues, Suga.” She threw the handcuffs over and Suga caught them. Hades glared at you. “And Y/N. I hope there are no issues on your part. I would hate for a new dance career to be over before it even started, because other companies heard that a certain new dancer couldn’t get her first big role together.”

You gulped again before letting your head fall in defeat.

and that’s how you ended up handcuffed to your silver haired crush for 8-hours a day, for 3 days

It was.....interesting

Mainly because.....

....About 3 of those hours each day were spent getting your back blown out since Suga couldn’t keep his eyes closed like he promised to when you had to undress

The truth is, Suga had a major crush on you, too, ever since the first day you walked into class and Liv had announced you’d be his partner

Just like you, he tried to disguise his strong attraction by putting up a metaphorical wall as to not let you see how fucking horny you made him every time you danced together

That means you two had double the walls stopping you from connecting through dance

Hades Liv could see the walls. And that’s why she handcuffed the two of you

The sexual tension between you two adults was through the roof and it was getting in the way of the success of her dance company? Oh hell no.

Handcuff tf up, she said

You weren’t complaining though,

Not anymore.

Not when it was the day before the show and Suga had pulled you into one of the many empty studios in Hades’ building.

He locked the doors and slipped his finger down the front of your leggings, using his skilled setter hand (that wasn’t handcuffed) to finger you to ecstasy.

You moaned loudly as he skimmed your sweet spot within.

Using his mouth to shut your moans up in a searing hot kiss, he pushed you over the edge to your orgasm.

“Fuck. You’re so hot, Y/N.” Suga ground his erection into your side as he pulled his finger out of your heat and proceeded to tug down your leggings fully. The hands that were handcuffed he held above your head like he did before when he grabbed your wrist. It mystified you how amazing this man was at sex with only one freaking free hand, but like I said—you weren’t complaining:

You were moaning.

Constantly.😩

Once he got your leggings down to your ankles and you stepped out of them, using his working hand to hitch one of your legs around his hips before he pushed his hard dick into your dripping heat.

You cried out in pleasure as Suga roughly pounded into you, kissing you at the same time. He was a phenomenal kisser.

Once you got a hold of your moans Suga pulled away from the kiss.

“I’ve wanted to fuck the shit out of you for months.” he fanned his minty breath on your face again as he drilled into you. You whimpered.

“I have to stop fucking you or else you won’t be able to dance anymore.” He grunted as he got deeper.

“No!” You pleaded. “Please d-don’t ever, stop—Koshi!”

Koshi smiled his sweetheart smile that made everyone think he was an angel.

Yeah right. He wasn’t an angel to you when it came to giving you unrelenting orgasms.

Suga pulled out his cock swiftly, using his handcuffed hand to spin you around much like one of the elegant dance moves in your routine. He pressed his cuffed hand on the mirror over yours and moved your other hand to do the same so he was behind you. Seeing you in the mirror as he started fucking you from behind.

“You’re gorgeous.” He moaned, watching your erotic expressions through the mirror as he thrusted into the pussy that he could only describe as magical. He held onto your hips to steady you as he drilled in from behind.

Watching you made him hornier and hornier in the process.

“I love to see all your expressions in the mirror like this, Y/N. You are gorgeous when you dance and you are gorgeous when you are taking my dick.” He slapped your ass making you clench around his dick. “You feel so good inside, my dear partner. Better than I ever imagined. Can you open those pretty eyes for me?”

You listened to your dance partner, looking at him through the mirror with drowsy eyes. Suga thought you looked so sexy.

“Oh, yes....” He moaned and drilled harder. He stared at your bare dancer legs that he always secretly stared at while you stretched. You started to moan too loud and there were classes going on so Suga clasped his free hand over pretty mouth.

“Shhhhhhh. If we get caught, I won’t make you cum.”

“Zefyestfbiujxrbjdnislxapdwjdu...” You tried saying ‘I promise, Suga, please...’ under his hand.

Suga slowed his pounding to a slow thump, knowing from this mornings fuck that you liked it nice and slow when you were on the edge.

You reached your second climax, screaming into his hand.

Suga followed soon after you.

“I’m going to miss not being handcuffed to you after we perform, my beautiful partner,” He sighed.

on the night of the performance, Hades had cried happy tears because she had never received a standing ovation so long

The amount of raving reviews from Japanese critics about Hades’ dancers’ astonishing chemistry and heat retention about all performers but namely Suga and you, was unprecedented!

It skyrocketed your dance careers

And brought so much money to Hades’ Dance company and studio

The next evening after cool down and before the wrap party, you and Suga approached Hades in her office to return the handcuffs she leant you...

The beautiful Afro’d dance instructor just studied Suga in his entirety, then you— with an eyebrow raise. She did this for one whole minute.

“Keep it.” Hades insisted finally, before spinning her office desktop screen around so you and Koshi could see.

On her computer screen, were several small boxes showing the real-time camera footage of every single studio room in her building. Currently vacant. Both yours and Koshi’s heart dropped when you noticed that the 5th camera box demonstrated the same studio Koshi gave you several orgasms in in yesterday. Feeling like throwing up, you looked away from your instructor’s screen... back up into the dancing pupils of Hades Liv. “Please, keep it.”

She smiled at both of you before proceeding to walk out of her office.

“You two might get way more use out of it than I will.”

#sugawara koshi #hq smut #hq headcannons #haikyu headcanon #haikyuu!!#sugawara smut #sugawara x y/n #sugawara x reader #hq sugawara #sexy hq boys #haikyu requests

117 notes · View notes

myblueeyedbuggers · 4 years ago

Text

My Boys

Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader (Platonic) Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1903

Warnings: Language, Angst

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Hi All, I apologise for the late upload, College have showed no mercy with the assignments this month XD As I mentioned before all Imagines and Requests are open, feel free to leave some constructive criticism and pointers as to how I can improve my writing for you all.

Enjoy everyone!

The first thing I noticed about the house was how warm it was and I’m not talking about the temperature, the atmosphere just felt. Happy…almost safe. It felt weird, like I was an outsider barging in on this wonderful place, which I technically was doing thanks to the blue-eyed demon, my mind was screaming at me to run, we both knew that we didn’t belong in this place.

They didn’t need me here ruining this wonderful family, all I brought was trouble and pain, the feeling of my back hitting something soft stopped whatever train of thought I had. Looking up, Mrs Barnes still had that gentle, kind smile on her face, her chestnut coloured hair falling from her shoulders as she slowly draped a blanket around me.

Now I was just plain confused, why was she being so nice to me? a street rat her son brought in from the night? I didn’t even realise I was frowning till she gently touched my cheek “Frowning doesn’t suit you sweetheart, but I know for a fact that you’ll have a beautiful smile once I’ve cleaned you up”. I could feel my eyes glossing over as another tear fell down my cheek, embarrassed I quickly wiped it away before Mrs Barnes saw it, fortunately she was busy gather things up, pulling out a few strange bottles I’d never seen before.

One by one she placed everything down on the table, her eyes now trained and focused on me as she wet the towel and began cleaning some of the dried blood from my face, “I hope you don’t mind me asking sweetie, but how did this happen?” oh crap I was hoping she didn’t ask me that. Internally I started freaking out, I didn’t want to lie to this woman but what flipping choice did I have ?!, “I erm, fell off my bike earlier this week, I was trying to get away from some bullies and hit the curb” my eyes didn’t move from the floor as I said this, I’ve never felt so ashamed in my life, I lied to the kindest person I’d ever met.. it’s official I hate my life.

I knew for a fact that she didn’t believe me, the little sigh she let out told me everything I needed to know, but instead of asking me to leave she pulled me close and hugged me, my body froze up from the shock and to be perfectly honest I’d never been hugged before, so I had no clue about what to do. I mean I never prepared for this, a target wasn’t just gonna randomly stop fighting me and embrace me, were they? Slowly my arms curled around her back as she pulled me closer to her chest, her left hand coming to my head and stroking my hair. It broke me. Tears started streaming down my face, for the first time in my life I felt loved, not like a waste of space or a replaceable resource, but like a normal girl with a mother who loved her. Bucky’s mother quietly shushed me, comforted me till my tears stopped, pulling away from me to gently grab my cheeks and place a small kiss to my forehead.

Bucky’s POV

I’m not gonna lie, I was worried sick about y/n, I could hear mama and her talking for a while before it went silent. Steve knew she was here, he wouldn’t stop asking me about what happened to her and it was getting to us both that we couldn’t help her.

The guilt I felt from leaving her after the fight was constantly plaguing my mind, why did I leave her in that state? I should know something was wrong, for crying out loud why did she have to be down that alley?! What was she doing down there? what is she hiding from us?…A small cry brought me back to reality, my head turned towards the kitchen as worry filled my veins, was that mama or y/n? the not knowing was killin’ me, slowly I crept up to the kitchen door and what I saw broke my heart. Mama had y/n in her arms, whispering sweet words to her as the younger girl cried her heart out, something inside me physically ached and hurt at the sight, I wanted to kill whoever hurt y/n this much, I might not know a lotta about her, but nobody deserves this.

My mind was so focused on y/n that I didn’t even hear someone come up behind me, a hand clasped on to my right shoulder, I could tell from the height difference that it was Steve, both of us looking at the broken girl with hard faces. In that moment we both made a silent promise to each other, that as long as we were around nobody, and I mean f**cking nobody, was gonna harm our girl again.

Readers POV

I had no idea how long we stayed like that, a few floorboards behind me creaked but I paid no attention to them, Bucky’s mum kept me in her arms, like she was protecting me from the rest of the world.

There’s no words to describe how much I appreciate this woman and her family, but I need to get away, they are too good to get involved with my mess, I had no doubt that soon the Црни лабуд would be heading over to my apartment to make sure I was still breathing. Pulling out of the hug was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do, but I don’t deserve this, “Thank you Mrs Barnes, I can’t thank you enough for being so kind, but I’m gonna have to get going, gotta get home before my carers notice I’m not there” my eyes fell to the floor half way through my lie, I knew she didn’t believe me, but she couldn’t do anything to stop me from going.

“You don’t need to thank me for anything Sweetheart, but it is quite late, you’re welcome to stay for dinner and I’d be much happier if you stayed here for the night, so I know that you’re safe.” Gently she placed her hand on my shoulder and raised my head to look her in the eye, this woman is a saint I’m telling you, my heart ached at her kindness and I longed to agree and stay. But I knew I couldn’t. “Thank you, Ma’am, but I’ll have to decline, I’ve imposed enough as it is, anyway you’ve already done so much for me” her bright green eyes dulled a little at my reply, she didn’t say anything else and pulled me in for a final hug before leading me to the door.

Our footsteps echoed off the walls of the hallway, the both of us in deep thought, I needed to stay away from this family there’s too many rival gangs who know who I am, they’ll do anything to get some leverage against the Црни лабуд. I’d rather die then let that happen, laughter coming from the living room stopped my thoughts and carefully peaked in from behind the door, a little girl was running away from Steve holding something that looked like a notebook, giggling away as she hid behind Bucky’s legs. A small smile crept onto my face as I watched the pair play with the girl, Steve falling to the floor and letting out dramatic cries as Bucky held him had me crying with laughter, the little girl was standing on the sofa behind them looking triumphant brandishing the notebook in the air. She must have heard me laughing, because the next thing I knew she was running over to me, she launched herself straight at my legs and hugged them, her bright blue eyes meeting mine as I gave her a friendly smile.

“Hi, I’m Becca! Are you buck’s new friend?” oh my god she is so adorable, her black hair was tied up in a pretty little plait with a red bow, her eyes were one of the most beautiful shades of blue, you could tell that she lit up every room wherever she went. “Hi Becca, I’m y/n and yeah you could say in a friend of your brothers” I’m pretty sure in the background the boys had stopped fooling around and were watching me and Becca, I paid them no mind as I bent down to her level, “You’re names very pretty sweetie, I think I already prefer you to your brother, he smells a bit, doesn’t he?”. Her eyes widened as she struggled to stifle her giggles, we both took one look at each other before bursting out laughing, the boys chuckling and shaking their heads at the both of us, even Bucky’s parents let out a few chuckles.

“Well it was lovely meeting you Becca, I’m gonna have to go now, but I’ll come and see you soon okay?” her smile fell a bit and she reluctantly let go of me, my heart felt heavy with the lie I just told this little girl, but it had to be done. “Yeah okay! bye y/n” one last hug and she was off, trailing after her father as he readied her for bed. Okay time to go y/n, the more time you spend here the more you put the family in danger, one more wave and you’re going, “y/n? you already leavin’?” ugh, why do these boys have to make everything so difficult? Turning to face the blonde-haired boy was a very stupid decision, a frown on his face, his eyes looking into mine as he hurried to catch up with me.

“I’m sorry Steve, I really am but I gotta get home, it’s already late enough as it is” why are they making this hard? They don’t even know me…then again who does. I start to pull away from him, needing to get away to clear my head, feeling my eyes starting to water from the immense sadness I was feeling. “Why do you always turn and run? Bucky told me you ran away from him earlier, as soon as he asked what happened you just bolted. Why?” my question is why do these boys have to be so goddamn nosey all the time, “Steve, please just drop it, I have my reasons for acting the way I do, ones that don’t concern you or Bucky. So please just let me go home, I’m already tired enough as it is”. I’ve had enough of this crap for today, quickly I turned on my feet and started heading away from him, my mind so clouded with exhaustion that I almost didn’t hear Steve, though I’d have more chance of platting fog before that happened that lads gotta a voice that can’t be ignored.

“Who’s doing this to you? why won’t you let us protect you, me and buck won’t let anyone hurt you ever again, just come back inside…please y/n” Steve sounded so sure of it, that he could protect me from the Црни лабуд, a single tear and a bitter laugh escaped me. “Steve…I’m not the one who needs to be protected, I’m the one that people protect their families from.” confusion flooded his features, but I didn’t pay it any mind, turning round and walking away, leaving Mrs Barnes in tears and the two boys broken hearted.

Hope you all enjoyed :) Thanks For Reading! Rose xx

#winter soldier x reader #winter soldier #captian america x reader #captain america #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #fanfic #reader #reader insert #mcu #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers

12 notes · View notes

nowandajenn · 4 years ago

Text

Day 4- Voyeurism (feat. Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes)

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing Stucky, so be kind. Also, it’s KINKtober, so that pretty much just calls for the filthiest smut you can imagine. Don’t be ashamed. Go on, read it.

Warnings: This is literally just pure filth to satisfy my own sick little urges. Oral sex (m and f recieving), anal sex, vaginal sex, fingering, language, threesome. Like I said, pure filth. Hope you enjoy.

You loved Steve and Bucky. You really did. Having said that, you were convinced that they were LITERALLY trying to kill you. Cause of death? Constantly catching them in the act (or almost act) and promptly feeling like you were going to burst into flames. You absolutely loved their relationship and how comfortable they were with each other and their sexuality, but if you had to almost watch them go at it again, leaving you with sopping panties and a red face that would rival a tomato, you were going to scream. You were going through a massive dry spell and your toys just weren’t doing it for you like they used to. Plus, you had a sneaking suspicion that they actually wanted you to catch them.

You wake up in the middle of the night and look over at the digital alarm clock on your nightstand. 3:13am. Perfect. You untangle yourself from the sheets and blankets that are twisted around you and crawl out of bed, desperate for a glass of juice.

You don’t expect anyone to be up, especially at this hour. You shared a floor in the compound with Steve and Bucky, and Clint, who was almost never there. What you REALLY didn’t expect was to walk into the barely lit kitchen to see Steve leaned up against the counter, head thrown back and moaning, and Bucky, on his knees on the tile floor with his mouth wrapped around his boyfriend’s massive cock.

You’re not sure exactly how long you stand there transfixed by the sight before you, but when Steve makes eye contact with you, that snaps you out of your reverie really fucking quick. Before you turn to go back the way you came, you see a sly smirk come across Steve’s face as he threads his fingers through Bucky’s long dark hair, fucking his mouth harder.

All of the saliva in your mouth completely dries up and you almost choke to death, before turning and rushing back to your room, wondering how in the hell you’re going to be able to look Steve in the eye anymore.

You manage to avoid Steve and Bucky like the plague for the next couple days, which you hate doing. They’re your closest friends, and you love being with them, but after catching them in the kitchen, you’re pretty sure that you would’t be able to look at them both without your head catching on fire.

A little bit buzzed and slightly wired from a rare girl’s night out with some of your friends, you get out of the Uber and head inside, taking the elevator up to your floor.

When you close your bedroom door behind you and flip the switch to turn on the table lamp in the room, you almost scream.

“Jesus fucking- what......what the hell are you doing in here?” you gasp, hand over your fluttering heart.

“You’ve been avoiding us.” Steve says, getting up off the couch and walking towards you.

“No I haven’t. I’ve just been busy. Our paths just haven’t crossed in a few days. It happens.” It’s a weak excuse and you know it.

“Doll, don’t lie. We know you caught us in the kitchen the other night.” Bucky says, lounging on the loveseat.

You can feel your face burn with embarrassment. “Well, maybe next time don’t pull your cock out where someone can just walk in on you.” It comes out snarkier than you meant it to, and both men chuckle.

“Did you like it? Did you like watching Buck suck my cock? Did it turn you on?” Steve asks, stepping even closer to you. Jesus Christ, it is burning hot in here.

He uses his knuckle to tilt your head up so you’re looking in his eyes.

“Did it?”

“Y-yes.” you admit softly.

“Did you touch yourself that night? Did watching us make you wet?” Bucky asks.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

You drop your head but Steve tilts your chin up again.

“We know you’re not shy, doll. Why are you acting like it with us now?” he asks.

“Because....seeing the both of you like that.....it turned me on. It was hot. But it wasn’t my moment to walk in on.” you admit.

“What would you say if we told you that we like it when you watch us? The way you turn all red and get all flustered. You look so fucking cute.”

Bucky steps forward and before you can even breathe, his lips are on yours. A moan escapes your throat before you can even think to stop it, and you melt into him. What is even happening right now?

When you feel Steve come up behind you and gently move your hair away from your neck, you shudder in anticipation. His lips are soft and warm as they move over the delicate skin there, making your toes curl.

“Fuck.......oh my.......” you gasp out as you and Bucky part.

“What do you think, sweetheart? You want to watch us? You want to REALLY watch us?” he asks.

“Yes....please, yes.” you whimper.

Somewhere deep inside your desperately horny brain, you know that you should be feeling shame. Even a little bit of shame. But you’re not. But as you watch Steve and Bucky kiss and touch each other in front of you, you can’t bring yourself to feel anything but pure, unadulterated lust.

You can’t take your eyes off of their bodies, and you think to yourself that if you died right now, you’d die a happy girl. Both of them are built like brick walls. Strong chests with delicious pecs that you want to sink your teeth into, abs that you could scrub your lingerie on, and legs that are like tree trunks.

“Just enjoy the show, baby.” Steve murmurs in your ear.

You watch as they strip each other out of their clothes until they’re down to just two pairs of tight boxer briefs. Steve sinks to his knees, trailing wet sloppy kisses all down Bucky’s chest and stomach, stopping to slide his underwear down his legs. His cock springs free from it’s confines, damn near smacking Steve in the mouth.

He takes Bucky’s thick cock in is hand, pumping it slowly with long, languid strokes before darting his tongue out to lick at the tip. Bucky throws his head back, one hand on Steve’s shoulder and one on his head.

“Fuck.....Stevie.” he groans out.

You watch in awe as Steve deep throats his lover like a fucking champ, while Bucky keeps his eyes on you.

“Take off your clothes, doll. Get comfortable. I want to see what you have on under that little dress of yours.”

You stand from the chair and slowly reach behind you, unzipping your dress and letting it fall to the ground, leaving you in a white lace bra and matching G string.

“Fuck.....look at that. Stevie, look at our gorgeous girl.” Bucky moans out.

Steve turns his head to get a good look at you, while still keeping Bucky firmly in his mouth. He lets out a moan and dips his hand into his own underwear to fist his cock.

You sit back down on the plush chair, throwing one leg over the side so that you’re wide open for them. If they’re going to put on a show for you, you’re damn well going to return the favor.

You run your fingertips up and down your wet folds, smearing your arousal around, toying with yourself as you watch the boys take each other apart piece by piece.

When Bucky finally cums, it’s magnificent. You watch as hot streams of thick, white cum shoot out from his tip, landing on Steve’s face and neck. You let out a loud moan at the sight, completely unashamed.

“Look at her, Stevie. Look how wet she is. You can see it from here.”

Your brain must be temporarily out to lunch, because you find yourself practically floating over to them. Without any provocation, you slide your finger through the mess on Steve’s neck and bring it to your mouth, moaning at the taste. You do it again, this time offering your finger to Steve, and when he takes it and sucks on it much like he just did with Bucky’s dick, another wave of arousal floods your pussy.

Once all the traces of his cum are gone from Steve’s beautiful face, Bucky turns you around to face him, gripping your hips and bringing you in for a filthy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. His fingertips dance down your body until they meet the apex of your thighs.

“Oh, honey. You’re fucking DRENCHED.” he moans out, sliding his fingers through your wetness. You watch as he brings his coated fingers to his mouth, sucking your arousal off of them and groaning.

“Fuck doll....you taste so fucking good. So sweet.”

“What do you want? What do you want to watch us do next? Hmm?” Steve murmurs in your ear. His chest is pressed to your back, and his big hands are splayed over your hips as he gently grinds his cock into your ass. You’re still having trouble believing that this is all actually happening right now, but you’re just going to go with it and worry about the consequences later.

“I want......” you gasp out, trying to keep your knees from buckling from the pleasure that they’re inflicting on you. “Jesus....I want to watch Bucky fuck you. I want to watch you take him.”

Bucky gives you a devilish smirk before bringing you in for another filthy kiss. He cocks his head toward Steve.

“You heard the lady. Get on the bed.”

Watching Bucky open Steve up with his fingers and his tongue is a wonder to behold. You sit, mesmerized at the foot of the bed, as Bucky slides his fingers in and out of Steve, his eager hole sucking them in as far as they’ll go.

“Fuck, Stevie. You’re taking his fingers so well.” you purr.

A moan slips from his lips as he keens under the praise, and he brings his hand over to clench your thigh. You run your fingers through his hair softly, helping him relax as Bucky works him open.

“You better watch out because Stevie has a praise kink. You keep talking like that and this will be over before it starts.” he teases.

Once he’s sufficiently stretched, you move next to Bucky as he slips his cock past Steve’s tight little hole, gasping as it stretches to accommodate Bucky’s wide girth. Stevie moans as he pushes farther into his ass until he’s in him to the hilt. You run your fingers lightly up and down Steve’s back as Buck grips his hips and starts thrusting into him slowly, getting him used to it.

“Oh my....you look so fucking pretty like this. I love watching his cock drive in and out of your little asshole, baby.” you moan out.

Steve moans and grips the sheets in his fists.

“Fuck, I want.......I want...” he groans out.

“What do you want, baby?”

“I want to taste her. Please. Let me taste her, daddy.”

Oh. Oh shit. Who knew you were dealing with a praise kink AND a daddy kink here?

“You want to let Stevie taste you doll? You want him to eat that pretty little pussy of yours?” Bucky asks, grinning at you.

You nod slowly, pulling your ruined panties off and positioning yourself so that you’re laying under Steve while Bucky continues fucking into him. You have to admit, there’s no beating the view you have. Steve’s face buried between your legs, devastating you with his tongue and fingers, Bucky above him, snapping his hips against Steve’s ass, their skin making the most delicious sound as they smack against each other.

“You’re so beautiful, baby doll. You look so good splayed out underneath me. You don’t know how many times I imagine this for the three of us. You don’t know how much we’ve wanted you right here in this position.” Steve groans out as he pumps three thick fingers in and out of your cunt. If you had any working brain cells at the particular moment, you’d probably be embarrassed, but right now you don’t give a shit.

“God, please, don’t stop. I’m gonna cum....” you pant, gripping his hair and tugging, making him fucking GROWL.

With a few more thrusts of his fingers and his tongue dancing over your clit, your orgasm slams through you, making you arch your back and scream his name.

“Christ, doll, you’re so pretty when you cum.” Bucky pants out.

Once you catch your breath, you reach down and take Steve’s rock hard cock in your hand, pumping it in time with Bucky’s thrusts. You can tell that he’s not going to last much longer, and you want to bring Steve over the edge with him. You watch both of their faces as you stroke him, both completely blissed out and drunk on pleasure.

“Oh....oh fuck.....I gotta cum....I can’t hold on....” Steve whimpers.

“Cum in me.” you whisper.

With a harsh thrust, he sheathes himself in your tight channel and it only takes two deep strokes into you before you feel his cock swell, filling you with his seed. Bucky reaches his end shortly after, thrusting hard into Steve, who in turn thrusts hard into you, bringing you to another orgasm.

The of you stay connected like that for a few moments, breathing heavily and coming down from the intense pleasure of what just happened.

“I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship.” Bucky smirks he watches Steve kiss you.

31 notes · View notes

caprina-mints · 5 years ago

Text

The Creepypasta Turning Into Kids for 1 Week and Their S/O has to Take Care of them:

Ask me if you want a Part 2 :3

Toby :

◈ Lots of cuddles and smooches from you

◈High Key loves to be carried by you and wrapping his arms around your neck.

◈ Will Cry and have terrible Panic attacks when you put him down and leave.

◈ " Toby what's wrong sweetie? I just went to the bathroom"

◈ " Y-you l-l-left M-me! D-Don't l-leave p-please I I-I L-love Y-ou"

◈ Your heart going so soft for this sweetheart that you scoop Toby up and give Toby soothing hugs .

◈a lot of pecks and small kisses landing on his cheeks.

◈This Little Toby is always hungry so he asks you to make his favorite food all the time.

◈ He watches you cook while sitting on his stool in adoration.

◈ Starts yelling I Love You for no reason and startles you everytime.

◈ Constantly asking you to give him a kiss.

◈ Bath time was His Favorite time of the day because you two bathe together.

◈ He likes to wash your hair for you and secretly uses your shampoo so you two will smell the same.

◈ You Two always hang out in the living room and he always falls asleep every time while laying on your tummy.

◈ One Time when you two fell asleep on the couch he suddenly turned back to normal and when you woke up you found a very naked Toby wrapping his arms around your waist.

Jeff the Killer :

✧ " Noo! Y/n! I'm a fucking Kid! My Dick is so small! "

✧You had to Comfort Jeff Because the poor smile child was traumatized by what he had become.

✧ " How the fuck am I supposed to make people go to sleep when I'm this tiny!? "

✧It consist of him being a brat and complaining all the time.

✧He still acts the same unlike Toby. But took advantage of his current form to boss you around.

✧So you got back at him by forcing him to wear a fairy costume given by Sally.

✧Revenge had never been this sweet.... Until he started crying.

✧Wtf he actually cried so now you're carrying him around while slowly cradling him and giving him soft kisses on his forehead.

✧He took advantage of it again and he was groping your boobs while sobbing and acting pitiful.

✧You let him have his way but you immediately dropped him when he slid his hand inside your shirt.

✧He started crying again and this time you shoved a candy inside his mouth to shut him up.

✧He kept spitting it out but you shove another one every time he did it.

✧" Jeff Put the Knife down! "

✧ You ended up treating him since he cut himself with his knife multiple times.

✧" But I wanna go out! "

✧He was being sulky because you took his knife away and now he won't eat so you had to feed him.

✧ Days later During Bath time where you were supposed to bathe him he suddenly turned back and let's just say he snuck up behind you and the two of you didn't just take a bath inside the bathroom ;3

Kagekao :

✤You didn't know about it for the majority of the days until he suddenly sneaked up on you when you were in your bed and stole a kiss.

✤" Look y/n! I'm a kid now! I can pull even cooler pranks like this! "

✤ He started pulling pranks on everyone and it took you a lot of persuading to stop everyone from burning kagekao.

✤ " kagekao! No wine! "

✤ " But I'm Thiiirsttyyyy! "

✤You were his next Victim and it ended so Bad that you had to ignore him and locked yourself in your room for the whole day.

✤ You Ignored him and he stayed outside your door knocking and saying sorry.

✤ Soon he started banging on your door violently and you were taking none of it so you put on your earphones and listened to music.

✤ You felt bad but what he did made you so angry that you wanted to strangle him even if he was a kid.

✤ You felt really guilty when you woke up and 4 hours had passed but you could still hear him banging outside.

✤ You opened the door and acted tough but once you saw him with his teary and heartbroken expression you melted.

✤ You felt even worst when you saw his tiny clawed hands bruised and bloody from knocking on your door.

✤ When you hosited him up he wrapped his tiny arms around your neck and started crying and saying sorry.

✤ It broke your heart and you started soothing him and telling him it was fine and you were sorry too for being too hard on him.

✤ While treating his bloody hands you couldn't help but start shedding tears at how bad his hands were.

✤ He panicked and thought he did something wrong and started saying sorry again you shushed him with a kiss on the cheeks. You gave his knuckles a kiss after you Bandaged his hands.

✤ It didn't take long for him to turn back and luckily you two were in your room when he turned back. He was asleep and naked at that time and you were awake.

✤ You climbed on top of him and gave him a long kiss even though he was asleep but it didn't take long for him to respond.

✤ " I love you " You muttered after the kiss and he replied immediately and everything was nice until he decided to grab your hips and grind you on 'that' area a devious smile on his face.

Masky :

✵ You were happy when you found out about it because how bad could a child masky be instead of his usual self?.

✵ Oh boy, You have never been so wrong in your entire life. He was as difficult as before and he keeps snapping and bossing you around.

✵ and of course you had the courage to taunt him and tease him because he wasn't big or strong enough to man handle you and fuck you to next week.

✵ You were happy about that fact but little masky was so demanding. If you refuse to carry him he stands on something and jumps on you.

✵ This happened a lot of times and he never stops until you carry him...

✵ Like Jeff he starts groping and getting all touchy with your boobs and you had to rip him away from your chest every time.

✵ He's still the same and keeps giving sarcastic and snarky remarks.

✵ Masky and Hoodie were incharge of grocery shopping but since Masky was too little you had to tag along.

✵ guess what? Masky was still the jealous and possessive man as he was before and demands that you carry him while grocery shopping.

✵ And when a man gets too close to you he starts yelling 'mommy!' Or ' Mommy why do you have AIDS? ' and ' Mommy you were a man before? '

✵ And you were so embarrassed and annoyed with his bitch ass attitude so you shoved him towards hoodie and grabbed the cart so you could do the shopping yourself away from masky.

✵ Everything was going well for you but Masky on the other hand kept squirming and struggling against hoodie's hold. And he even threatened hoodie to let him go.

✵ Hoodie had the chance to let him go but after what masky had done Hoodie was more afraid of what You could do to Masky if you were pushed too hard. So he didn't let go.

✵ And the most unbelievable and surprising thing happened.

✵ Masky Cried , whined and wailed like a baby.

✵ He had Big round tears running down his cheeks and you and Hoodie couldn't even think straight because--

✵ What the fuck he knew how to cry? Like what????.

✵But knowing Masky he was doing that so he could get his way so you ignored him. But he got Hoodie in trouble... Also you.

✵ " Help this man is kidnapping me and my mommy doesn't Care! " He shouted while crying and pointing at you and hoodie

✵ Oh shit you and hoodie are in for some deep trouble because of how bratty masky was. You heard a lot of nasty commented from old aunty gossipers in the crowd that was piling up. And those nasty things were about you being a terrible mom.

✵ Hoodie immediately let go of masky when two guards approached him and he ran towards you hugging your leg and he bit your damn leg.

✵ You winced and held back your voice. You were even interviewed by the guards and how irresponsible you were for being so unaware.

✵ Masky had a smug grin the whole time. Hoodie gave up and waited on the counter while masky rode on the Shopping cart.

✵ He kept nagging and ranting about how he's going to get you back but you were so angry and tired with his bullshit that you didn't even have the energy to talk to him or even look at him.so you just continued shopping.

✵ Masky noticed it and when he bit your arm to look at him he was shocked when you glared at him coldly and just pulled your hand away from him .

✵ He tried so many ways to get you to talk and you didn't. He even tried insulting you but it made it worst and this time you didn't even care about him.

✵ Once you were done shopping hoodie was driving the car and you sat on the back seat while Masky sat on the passenger's seat. You stayed silent for the rest of the ride and didn't let masky in your room that night.

✵ You didn't Talk or look at him for the following day and he threw so many temper tantrums that everyone was begging you to talk to him. But you didn't. He fucking deserves it.

✵ A few days passed and you noticed how dark circles were forming under his eyes and he even stopped eating. And one time in the bathroom when you passed by he was drinking an unhealthy amount of pills in one go.

✵ He Kept throwing temper tantrums but one day he just collapsed and you are now worried to death and blamed yourself.

✵ He just lacked sleep and he wasn't eating and the pills didn't help either that's why he collapsed.

✵ You stayed in his room and when he woke up you felt so bad and your heart was crying when he held a crestfallen expression and started crying while sobbing he managed to say " I'm sorry please don't hate me. Don't leave me... I won't do it again don't hate me please" .

✵ He sounded so heart broken and sincere that you couldn't help but hug him and whisper gentle and loving words until he calmed down. You fed him and made sure he slept properly this time .

✵ While sleeping this idiot shoves his hand in your shirt and starts groping you.

✵ you were asleep when you felt a tickling and wet feeling on your chest and when you woke up it was grown up masky on top of you sucking your... Uhhhh.... *winky face *

✵ " I've been through a lot of shit cause of you... And I need my reward "

✵ You knew you were fucked when you found out that your hands were tied on the headboard.

✵ and for the next week he had to carry you around because your legs were as wobbly as a spaghetti.

Jason The Toy maker :

✿ You honestly didn't get to give a proper reaction when A tiny Jason suddenly came running in and clinging on your leg.

✿ You screamed while yelling ' Get away!' expecting that it was Grinny cat again going for your leg because it happened last time cause Kagekao got catnip all over your leg.

✿ When you looked down you saw a very Dejected and hurt Jason who looked like he could cry any minute now

✿ " You don't... Want Me Y/n?..."

✿ You frowned at his adorable and sad reaction and was about to pick him up when his skin color changed and his arm began to rot and turn black. He gripped on your leg with sharp claws and his hair turned white.

✿ He looked up at you with glowing green eyes and said " You want me to get away from... You?.... Never... You're Mine! " His voice echoed through the mansion making you gulp.

✿ He was still scary and possessive and knowing how he still has his abilities you bent down and hosited him up giving him a kiss on his nose, forehead and cheek.

✿ That calmed him down and his appearance turned back to normal.

✿ He was with you the whole time and when you try to leave expect that a raging child demon entity is already clawing on your very being while chanting how you belong to him.

✿ You did everything together and on bath time he insists that you should use his shampoo and every hygiene products he uses so he could smell his scent on you.... A very weird act of scenting.

✿ He asked for a kiss on the lips every time but you would always say no even if it is dangerous... Hello you felt weird kissing a kid.

✿ But he threw a tantrum and started yelling how you didn't love him and lookie here his creations came alive and he was already one step away from destroying everything in the mansion.

✿ So you quickly gave him a quick small peck on his lips and it was good enough to calm him down.

✿ Laughing Jack mistaken Tiny Jason as yours and Jason's Child.

✿ Tiny Jason didn't mind it but when you try to deny it... He goes beast mode.

✿ After the whole ' almost destroying everything in the mansion ' thing. Slenderman asked you to take Jason out for a walk.

✿ You Took him for a walk and brought him to the Park. You thought it was a good idea

✿.. No it was a terrible Idea. a little boy came up to you and told you , you were pretty.

✿ Jason didn't like that and tackled the kid and was attempting to gut him with his claws.

✿ He was successful in killing the child and you ran away with Jason before anyone could notice.

✿ Once far away you scolded him and how he shouldn't do that to innocent and cute children.

✿ He saw your scolding as an act of defending kids that tried to take you away from him so he ran away from you and back at the mansion.

✿ You followed him behind and he stomped to his room locking himself in.

✿ He didn't come out for almost 3 days and you grew worried.you tried knocking before but it was no use. He kept himself in. Even when you pleaded for him to go out he didn't.

✿ You figured that he may be sulking so you used the only way you knew he'd come out... Make him jealous.

✿ You start off by saying how cute The kids were in the park and how you wanted to bring them home . And you didn't even finish what you were saying...

✿ He was already out his door crying and clinging on your leg. And of course you felt.. Terrible.

✿ You carried him back to his room where it was a complete mess with everything wrecked and destroyed. And when you took a closer look at his face it was obvious that he and been crying a lot. Wow kids are really sensitive...

✿ He started saying how bad you were for trying to leave him and that you never really loved him and it ended with Nobody is going to love me because I'm a monster. that was a critical blow to your heart so you clearly explained to him why you did that.

✿ Luckily he was being cooperative and was being understanding for some reason which slightly creeped you out.

✿ He wanted to make toys so you brought him to his creation room where he keeps everything that should be hidden.

✿ you sat him on his chair and turned your back at him facing the table to prepare his tools but...

✿ You felt two cold hands brush against your sides and it had sharp claws that dug on your skin.. It wasn't the same tiny hands that would usually cling on your leg... It was a hand bigger than yours...

✿ you were pulled against a hard chest and a his lips were nibbling on your ear while his clawed hands ran up and down your sides and squeezing your sides occasionally.

✿ " You really enjoy teasing me my little temptress~ Let's see how you'll like it~"

Eyeless Jack :

❋ You Two were out in the woods when he suddenly shrunk down his clothes piling down.

❋ You were Squealing of how adorable Jack was when his head peeked out to look at you.

❋ " Aww, Jack you're so Tinyyyy! "

❋ " Y/n get me outta here "

❋ You offered to carry him but he was being stubborn and insisted to walk on his own.

❋ he still had his hoody on and he was so adorable when he struggled to walk with his baggy hoody.

❋ He kept stumbling on his Hoody and you couldn't take it anymore. You walked even slower than normal because of him.

❋ So you bent down and carried this tiny growling demon.

❋ He was pouting and he even tried showing his tiny fangs to scare you but you found it adorable.

❋ You couldn't help but rub your cheeks with his .

❋ Tiny Jack is a bit of a Tsundere. When you got home he squirmed to get away from you which upset you greatly.

❋ He didn't mind it when other pastas touched him but he'd turn feral when it was you.

❋ You were a bit offended so you gave him what he wanted. You didn't go near him when he was around.

❋ To your surprise he was trying to get your attention. But you didn't give him the satisfaction to have your attention.

❋ Ben had turned to a child 2 days after and you and Ben happened to be close. So you spent your time playing games with him seated on your lap.

❋ E.J didn't like that and he came to the extent of fighting with Ben trying to Tear him away from you.

❋ " Don't touch her! Stay away from her! "

❋ " Jack! Get away from Him! "

❋ He was upset that you defended Ben instead of Him.

❋ " Waaaah! You don't love me anymore! You Like him! "

❋ You had to carry him to your room because he wouldn't stop crying and his tears were black and gooey so you had to give him a bath.

❋ During bath time he kept sniffling and he had his arms crossed.

❋ You didn't say anything about it so you proceeded to wash and massage his hear, scratching the back of his ears since it would always calm him down.

❋ You knew you won his favor when he started purring like a kitten and pressing further onto your touch.

❋ Once you were done he began to act clingy and wouldn't let you leave him.

❋ He even started growling and baring his fangs at the other Creepypasta males who came near you.

❋ If he had the chance he would scent you rubbing his head on your chest and neck.

❋ He cried one time when you couldn't handle his cuteness and bit his cheeks gently.

❋ You kept doing that for the rest of the week and he'd run away everytime but come running back almost immediately.

❋ You woke up at midnight because you were thirsty and tiny Jack was asleep snuggling close to you. So you had to gently move him away. And you went straight to the kitchen.

❋ You were still drowsy and when you placed the glass on the counter a hand gripped onto your wrist and you were spun around aggressively.

❋ You were faced with an Angry looking Jack, he had turned back and he was shirtless but he wasn't completely naked. He had pants on.

❋ " Why'd You Leave? Did I tell you to? "

❋ Anger was radiating off him and you couldn't bring yourself to answer so you kept silent.

❋ He lifted your chin up with his finger and roughly pressed your lips with his cold ones.

❋ He bit down on your lips making it bleed and when he pulled away he had a smirk on his face.

❋ " It's Payback time~"

❋ The next morning you had hickies and bite marks all over your body and you could barely move without flinching.

Hoodie :

❒ You were happy that Brian wasn't as Demanding and Bossy as The others.

❒ He acted more mature and timid and he refuses to let you do anything for him which you found really lovable.

❒ He was a tiny sweetheart and is contented with just having you beside him.

❒ It was nice having him as a soft tiny bean instead of the usual intimidating , cold and a bit forceful Brian.

❒ But don't be fooled though, He still has his clingy side around and when you try to leave;

❒ He'll Threaten to break your legs when he turns back.

❒ which you didn't expect to hear from his cute plump lips.

❒ He has big chubby adorable cheeks that had you swooning and pinching his cheeks.

❒ You couldn't keep your hands away from him. He was so cute and tiny minus his death threats.

❒ When you two eat he always asks to sit on your lap and have you feed gum which makes you laugh everytime.

❒ He likes it when you play with his hair when he sits on your lap .

❒ This tiny fluffball always buries his face on your chest... Ehem.. Boobs.

❒ He appreciates it if you start complimenting him about being the cutest kid you've ever known.

❒ You two had an argument when he killed a man in the convenience store knocking the mountain of canned goods on him.

❒ Because the man had complimented you on how good your ass looked and he didn't mind dating a woman who had a child.

❒ Brian was so pissed at that and he was still as dangerous as he was before.

❒ He was being so unreasonable during your arguments that you walked off leaving the mansion for a walk.

❒ When you came back and it was already dark you saw Brian sitting on the small flight of stairs on the porch holding a flashlight .

❒ When he saw you he was brought into tears and ran towards you full speed tackling you. Which almost knocked you down on the ground.

❒ This kid is heavy. You scooped him up and started apologizing for walking away and he was still trying while scolding you because he was so worried.

❒ masky came out and explained how he and Toby had to hold him down so he won't go chasing you because it was unsafe for someone his size.

❒ You felt sorry and went is due with them and Brian had his face buried in your chest not moving at all.

❒ He had his tiny hands clutching tightly on your shirt like he was afraid you'll run away again.

❒ You took him to your room where you comforted him and promised to stay by his side for as long as you could and you'll always love him.

❒ he was still on your lap facing you with red glassy eyes making your guilt swallow you.

❒ you cupped his cheeks and gave him butterfly kisses all over his face until he started chuckling.

❒ Once you finished , a puff of smoke appeared on Brian and when the smoke cleared he was no longer tiny.

❒ He was big and naked now and he was still on your lap .

❒ He cornered you with a smirk before tearing your top with ease along with the rest of your clothes.

Doctor Smiley :

♢ You honestly didn't know how to react when you opened the door to his torture chamber and saw a tiny Doctor Smiley dismembering a dead body butt naked.

♢ " Ah y/n darling would you mind looking for some clothes for me? "

♢ You just left and came back minutes after holding bear pajamas given by Trenderman.

♢ He didn't like it but he didn't have a choice.

♢ He cleaned himself and wore the bear pajamas and he looked normal for once.

♢ Even though he acted the same he still had the childish spirit that came with his transformation.

♢ He didn't like it when other people carried him but he loves piggyback rides but there was no way he'd actually say it out loud.

♢ He keeps on asking you random questions and if you liked him better that way.

♢ He was energetic and hyper which you never expected from him. But it's understandable he was a kid after all.

♢ He hated bath time and will only take a bath if you join him.

♢ But he gets really bloody and messy because of his 'job' so you had to take a bath at least 7 to 9 times a day which irritates you very much.

♢ You had it with his job and didn't let him work for the following days because he would always get hurt clearly because his tools are way bigger than he expected and he was tiny.

♢ You always had him around you since he was pretty reckless and would try to sneak away and work with every chance he had.

♢ So you kept him on your lap everytime to keep an eye on him and this tiny smiley got even weirder because he lives to grab your hand and nibble and suck on your finger.

♢ He seemed to do this unconsciously when you two are watching a movie in your room.

♢ He was so cute and harmless it was hard to believe he killed people on daily basis.

♢ You didn't expect that he would turn back so soon.

♢ You felt a pair of cold hands brushing on your thighs and you yelped when you saw an adult smiley spreading your legs and latching his lips on your thighs and he began to travel further...

♢ He began to suck and nip your thighs and you did try pulling back... But resistance was futile. That night you didn't get any sleep.

#creepypasta headcanon #Creepypasta #Turnintokids #imagine #creepypastaimagine #Ticcitoby #Kagekao #Jeffthekiller #Masky #Brian #Hoodie #Jason #Jasonthetoymaker #DoctorSmiley #JasonMeyer #TobyErinRogers #TimWright #Caprina_Mints

82 notes · View notes

quickspinner · 5 years ago

Text

Take a Chance - Ch 6 First Kiss

Luka was easy to be around. He liked her and she liked him and that made her kind of a mess, but he was relaxed and patient and quick to back off any time she got overwhelmed. He made his feelings clear enough even for her insecure heart, but he didn’t seem to be in any kind of hurry. Their dates were always peppered with “can I” and “is this okay,” and she appreciated it, even if she sometimes went home at night and hid in her blankets and admitted to herself that she wished he would just kiss her already, or that she were bold enough to ask him.

Nothing seemed different as she sat next to him on the couch in the apartment he shared with Juleka and Rose, half turned towards him and gesturing with her hands as she told him about the absolute travesty of fashion one of her professors had had the audacity to defend that morning.

So she wasn’t expecting him to cut her off mid-sentence with his lips pressed to hers.

Apparently Luka didn’t expect it either, because he pulled back quickly and blurted “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I mean, I did, I was thinking about it, but I shouldn’t have surprised you like that.” For a moment she just stared at him and Luka swallowed nervously.

Marinette was sweet and shy and, he’d concluded some time ago, not very experienced. He’d wanted to kiss her since the day they met, but she was easily embarrassed and constantly flustered and he could never quite settle on the right moment. Then she’d been sitting there confident and animated and unusually articulate with her eyes lit up and two light pink spots on her cheeks and somehow fantasizing about kissing her became actually kissing her and now he was holding his breath waiting for the fallout, because she didn’t seem like the kind of girl who appreciated being jumped on out of the blue.

So he definitely wasn’t expecting her to put her hand on his cheek and pull him back into her so she could kiss him. No harm no foul, he thought giddily, before conscious thought took a back seat as he buried his hands in her hair and tilted his head to guide her deeper.

Something hard bounced off the back of his head, making him break away from Marinette with an undignified yelp. “Ow, Juleka, what the hell?” He twisted to glare at his sister, standing by the door with her arms folded.

“You’re the one who made the rule about making out on the couch, you hypocrite.”

“We were not making out, we were just—oh.” He caught sight of Marinette's ruffled hair, red cheeks, blown pupils, and bruised lips, took note of the lingering taste of cinnamon coffee in his own mouth, and concluded they must have been kissing a lot longer than he’d realized. “Yeah, I guess we were.” His grin was unrepentant. “Sorry.”

“Kill me,” Marinette moaned, covering her face with her hands.

Luka chuckled. “Don’t be embarrassed, Juleka’s the reason we have rules about makeouts in the common areas. Trust me, that was pretty tame compared to some of the things I’ve walked in on.”

“I know where you sleep,” Juleka grumbled. “Get a room or take her home.”

Luka rolled his eyes. “I probably should take you home,” he said regretfully as Juleka’s door closed.

Marinette still had her hands on her face and she was sure she was red as a tomato. It wasn’t just that she’d been caught kissing her friend’s brother, either. She was afraid to look at Luka and see what he thought of her. After all, she’d only had a few short relationships in high school with boys who didn’t know anymore about kissing and dating than she did, and Luka—well she didn’t know anything for sure but Luka was cool and older and popular and she was sure—

“Hey,” he said gently, putting a hand on her wrist. Not pulling it away, just...resting there. “Are you okay? Marinette, you look upset. Talk to me, sweetheart. I’m sorry if I went too far, I thought—I thought you were into it, but—“

“No,” she said quickly, “I mean, I was, you didn’t—you didn’t do anything wrong. I liked it.” She peeked at him through her fingers. “Did...did you?”

“Is that what you’re freaking out about?” Luka’s laugh sounded relieved. “Hell yeah, I liked it. I like you, Marinette. I’ve been dying to kiss you, I just—“ He reached up to ruffle his hair and Marinette realized with a start that he was blushing. “I know I can be kind of intense and I didn’t want to rush you into anything. Which is kind of what happened and now you’re freaking out on my couch.” He sighed.

“I’m not,” she sighed shakily, “I mean I was, but—“ She took a deep breath and took her hands from her face. “I’m okay. I just...I don’t exactly have a lot of makeout experience. I...have no idea what I’m doing.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” he said kindly, the softness in his eyes making her knees weak. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against her cheek, then behind her ear. “I’m so into you, Marinette,” he sighed, nose still against her skin. “I’m not going to run for the hills just because our first kiss got a little sloppy.”

“Sloppy?” Marinette gasped, outraged, and Luka laughed as she hit his shoulder. “Just because I wasn’t expecting you to shove your—Oh my God, I am not having this conversation, I take everything back, I’m totally going to freak out now.”

“Don’t,” Luka said, still laughing, catching her hand and lacing their fingers together. “C’mon, Marinette, this is how it’s supposed to be. Nothing’s ever perfect the first time, you kinda have to have a sense of humor while you’re figuring it out.” Marinette pouted. “But,” Luka murmured, the sudden deep tone of his voice making her pulse spike. “You’re a really fast learner, Marinette.” He brushed his lips across her knuckles. “Can I walk you back to your place and then maybe before I go I can kiss you the way I should have the first time?”

Marinette grumbled as he stood and pulled her up off the couch.

She managed to stay mad at him until he pulled her into the shadows by her building, cupped her cheek in one hand and slipped his arm around her waist, and kissed her so slowly and tenderly that she expected violins to play and rose petals to fall from the sky. “Better?” he asked softly, lips still brushing hers.

“It’s a start,” she replied breathlessly, and he laughed and kissed her again.

@worlds-tiniest-spook-pastry

#quickspins #take a chance #lukanette #i am lukanette trash i admit it #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug #ml fics #backlog

35 notes · View notes

thenovelartist · 5 years ago

Text

A Bride for the Prince, chapter 3

AO3 ~ <Previous ~ Next>

It was probably the most embarrassing day she had had thus far. She had failed on several accounts. At this rate, she’d be found out in days, then thrown in jail awaiting a sentence that would probably end in her dying and her parents would be heartbroken about losing their only daughter and Mylene—

The sudden bang of her door opening startled her from her thoughts. Heart racing, Marinette spun around to see who had entered, only to see Alya shutting the door.

Marinette forced a smile, hoping it wouldn’t give away just how fast her heart was pounding at the moment. “Alya—”

But Alya lifted her hand in a stop motion, and Marinette’s jaw shut with a click. “You’re not nobility, are you?”

Her tone of voice was perfectly clear: that was not a question.

Here was the beginning of Marinette’s cruel end. Her stomach twisted in worry as she bowed her head. “No. I’m not.”

Alya was silent as she stared at Marinette with her arms crossed and a quirked brow. “That’s a story I want to hear.”

That’s when it all came tumbling out. Everything regarding Mylene and how she was the real Lady Bug but ran off to marry her sweetheart and sent Marinette to pretend to be a lady in her place.

“And it was supposed to be a joke, I swear!” Marinette finished. “I didn’t actually think she was going to send me to the castle, but next thing I know, she’s agreeing, thinking it’s a great idea and teaching me how to act the part.”

Alya was smiling at this point. Actually, it was far more like an amused smirk. “So you’re here, masquerading as Lady Bug so the actual Lady Bug could be with her now husband.”

With her head hung in shame, Marinette nodded. “Please,” she begged, hoping the tears wouldn’t fall. “Please, don’t tell anyone about this. I’ll run off. I’ll do something. I can’t get caught. I know it’s a crime, but please—”

“Whoa, hey,” Alya interrupted, the smirk gone as she rushed up to Marinette. She grabbed Marinette’s shoulders and gave them a reassuring squeeze. “No. I won’t expose you. I swear. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”

Marinette looked up through her lashes as Alya sweetly smiled. “I promise,” Alya assured once again. “Your secret is safe with me. No one is going to catch you. You’re not going to get in trouble. You’ll be safe until you can return to your lady’s side. I swear.”

With a blink, Marinette felt the tears she was trying to hold back run down her cheeks. She was quick to pat them away with her sleeves before realizing that wasn’t what proper ladies did. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I know I’ve failed a few times over, but… I just can’t get caught, and I’m terrified I’m going to wind up in even more trouble. I also can’t help but think if someone other than you has figured it out already.”

Alya’s lips pursed. “Well,” she said. “A certain guard may have an idea…”

With a groan, Marinette immediately covered her face with her hands. “No, no, no,” she grumbled.

“Don’t worry,” Alya assured, pulling Marinette close like a mother protecting a child. “He won’t say a thing. He’s a cocky idiot, but he’ll keep your secret.”

Marinette wasn’t sure she believed Alya, but she wanted to. “As long as I don’t end up in trouble, that’s all I care about.”

“You won’t,” Alya promised, squeezing Marinette tighter for a moment before putting her at arm’s length. “We’ll just have to make sure it doesn’t happen.”

Biting her lip to keep it from warbling, Marinette looked up at Alya. “And how do you suggest we do that?”

“Lessons, of course,” Alya said with a wink. “I’ll teach you more thoroughly since—and I mean no offence to your lady—you clearly weren’t sent here prepared enough.”

Marinette sighed. Mylene was her friend, and the last thing she wanted to do was slander her, but at the same point, Marinette clearly hadn’t been prepared well enough. “It’s so much to remember. And even when I do remember, it’s hard to break my old habits.”

“I know. I have a feeling I’d do the same in your position.” Alya patted Marinette’s shoulders. “But don’t worry; we’ll go over all the lessons again and hope that none of the other ladies here notice if you make a little misstep or two. I have a feeling they’re all too obsessed with competing for Prince Adrien’s attention to care if you make a misstep, but you can never be too careful.”

Marinette felt herself relax. “I think you’re right about that. As long as I don’t get too close to the prince, I should be good, don’t you think?”

With a grin, Alya nodded. “I’m pretty certain. But the one person you do have to watch out for is Prince Adrien’s father. He’s particular.”

Marinette felt the blood rush from her face. The king. Oh, heaven have mercy, how did she miss that she was likely going to be meeting the king of the land?

“Hey, hey now,” Alya said, quickly returning to reassuring Marinette. “Don’t worry about it. It will be all right. Just as long as you act enough of a lady, there’s nothing to worry about. The worst he might do is tell his son to avoid you if he saw you make too many tiny blunders, but that’s what you want, right?”

Marinette nodded.

“So no worries!” Alya assured. “He’s not going to accuse you of a crime because he’s never going to suspect a thing. He may just think you were a poorly trained lady. After all, isn’t your lady on the outskirts of the kingdom? He always complained about the outliers not having as refined manners as the nobility well inside the boundaries of the kingdom. Nevertheless, I’m sure you’ll get by without trouble, and soon the whole thing will be behind you. Trust me.”

Marinette swallowed nervously, and even though the butterflies were still fluttering in her stomach, she forced a smile. “Well, right now, I don’t have many other options.”

Alya chuckled. “That’s the spirit. Now, let’s start the first lesson.”

“Now?”

“No time like the present,” Alya said, guiding Marinette to sit down on a lounger. “Now, lesson number one.” That’s when a cheeky smile crossed Alya’s face. “Guards are below you, and you are to treat them with the same detached manner as you would a servant. You do not talk casually with them and most certainly do not allow them to flirt with you.”

Marinette’s cheeks flared with heat before she could hide them behind her hands. She groaned at her incompetence while Alya laughed in the background. At least Alya swore that Chat Noir wouldn’t tell because after her allowing him to lead her around the castle and bow over her hands, there was no way he didn’t know she wasn’t a lady.

…

“This is pointless,” Marinette bemoaned, standing stick straight with a book balanced on her head while Alya quizzed her about all sorts of random facts.

Alya frowned. “How so? You haven’t questioned my training methods before.”

True. It had been a few days since Alya started drilling these lessons into her. Marinette almost felt overwhelmed by the amount of information, both new and old, that she was bombarded with constantly. But she knew Alya was only trying to help her.

The book on the head, however, was new. And very irritating. “Why do I need to balance a book?”

“Because I need amusement.”

Alya spoke it so flatly that Marinette had to process her words for a solid four seconds before realizing what Alya had said. “Hey!” she cried, causing Alya to break into laughter. Marinette took the book off her head and tossed it toward Alya, who barely managed to avoid the flying object. “I can’t believe you! I trust you to help me and you pull a stunt like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Alya cackled, “but it was just too easy to get you to do it.”

Marinette pretended to be angry, but she couldn’t be. Alya may be full of spunk and sass, but she was truly kind and caring at heart. Marinette knew Alya only had her best intentions in mind. “I severely dislike you. I should have you fired for mocking me.”

Alya snickered. “Now you sound like Lady Bourgeois.”

Marinette immediately cringed. “Oh, please don’t compare me to Chloe.” Lady Bourgeois was the most obnoxious, irritating, loud, brash, entitled woman in the entire castle and Marinette’s second least favorite person ever.

Alya snorted in amusement. “Better than Lady Lila.”

Marinette groaned. “Anyone is better than Lady Lila. She’s a horrible human being and such a liar. How anyone could believe her is beyond me.”

“At least you know,” Alya said. “I mean, it was quite obvious.”

“Which lie? Her saying she was part of some secret fox clan with supernatural powers or the part where the prince of a foreign land loved her policies so much, he grew determined to implement them immediately?”

Alya sniggered. “Any of them. All of them. That any of the other ladies are as captivated as they are proves how dull they are.”

Marinette bit back a chuckle. “Back to the lesson,” she said, changing the subject before she accidently started speaking ill of any of the other girls. “What else can you teach me? Sans book on my head.”

“I think we’ll call it good for tonight,” Alya said.

Happily, Marinette collapsed on her lounger. “Thank goodness. I can barely keep facts straight anymore.”

“And in the meantime,” Alya said. “I can tell you all about the festival coming up.”

“Festival?” Marinette asked, her brow furrowing in thoughts. “Oh! Do you mean the summer solstice festival?”

Alya nodded before she gasped, her expression brightening. “We should go together. My sweetheart said he would take me but then he was informed he had to guard the ladies—he’s a royal guard; I’ll introduce you to him sometime—and since it’s no fun going alone, we should go together.”

Marinette immediately frowned. “But Mistress Nathalie is certain to notice if I disappeared.” Mistress Nathalie was, to say the least, an utterly terrifying woman. She may not have been born into royalty, but she held herself like a queen. She ruled the servants of the castle with a firm hand, hence her title as Head Mistress of the Castle. However, she also was trusted by the king himself to take on certain tasks, such as monitor the ladies at the castle to ensure they were good enough to marry the prince.

“I don’t think so,” Alya said, shaking her head. “She’s tasked with observing you all when you’re together, but if you retire early to your room, I’m sure I can sneak you out. And then we can explore the shops and vendors and the food—oh, the food. It’s amazing. And then there’s the fireworks at the end of the night and it’s just spectacular; you have to come with me.”

Her fingers nervously toyed with the fabric of her skirt while she chewed her lip in thought. “Are you sure I won’t get in trouble?”

Alya nodded. “For certain.”

Though she wanted to pretend she could argue, Marinette just didn’t have the energy to. Not when she would much prefer that celebration over anything she could do in the castle. What was a festival in the capital city like? The town Lord Bug ruled over was small, yet the celebrations took up the whole town. With the capitol being as large as it was, surely there would be no shortage of things to do.

With a relenting sigh, she grinned. “As though I could say no.”

Alya squeaked excitedly. “Perfect! It’s tomorrow night so I’ll come get you and get you out of whatever awful dress you wear and get you into something more comfortable. You don’t have anything like that, do you?” Alya realized.

Marinette shook her head. “It wasn’t as though I’d have use for it. I’m supposed to masquerade as a lady, not a servant.”

Alya hummed. “True. We’ll make something work. There are a few other girls I know who might be your size so we don’t have to hem anything for the day. But even if nothing fits, I’ll make quick work of that. You aren’t the only one who knows her way around a needle. Not when I have two younger sisters that rip everything.”

Marinette chuckled at the reminder of little Ella who came up with a ripped shirt for her sister to fix. “I suppose that would make you proficient pretty quickly.”

With a roll of her eyes, Alya nodded her agreement. “So don’t worry about the clothes or anything else. I’ll come get you, we’ll sneak out, and we’ll have a fantastic time.”

For the first time, Marinette felt genuinely excited about having come to the castle in the first place. “Okay.”

…

It was most certainly an odd thing. A very odd thing, indeed.

It had not missed Nathalie’s attention, the way Lady Bug was, to put it nicely, less trained than the other ladies that had arrived for Prince Adrien’s choosing. Furthermore, the way Nathalie had caught Lady Bug talking with her lady’s maid, one that the castle had assigned to her, brought up a whole new set of questions. They seemed far too familiar, and while Nathalie knew Alya was a chatty woman, she also knew Alya knew her place.

Which begged the question of why Alya was acting familiar with Lady Bug.

So many questions; so few answers.

“Is something bothering you, Nathalie?”

Nathalie paused, knowing that King Gabriel knew her well enough to call her out should she answer ‘no’. “It’s one of the ladies, Sire,” she answered.

Gabriel paused his work to look up at her. “What of it?”

“It is merely speculation at this point.”

“It is rare for your speculation to be wrong.”

“But it is too early to tell anything for certain.”

Gabriel frowned before laying down his pen and leaning back in his chair. “Nathalie,” he directed. “You are far too sharp and preceptive for me to believe that you picked up something that is actually nothing. Therefore, what concerns you?”

Nathalie frowned. Gabriel was equally sharp and preceptive. As such, she couldn’t be anything but completely blunt with him. “Lady Bug is poorly trained for a lady.”

Gabriel hummed. “What of it? If I’m correct, Lady Bug is the daughter of an earl on the rim. And if I’m not mistaken, there was a rumor about his daughter sneaking down into a ballroom and making a scene of herself before she could be properly presented. I can’t say her lack of training surprises me.”

“Yes,” Nathalie agreed. “But I’m made more curious by the way Alya—the maid we assigned to Lady Bug—is acting towards her.”

Gabriel’s frown deepened. “Then I suggest you keep an eye on this maid of ours, Nathalie,” he directed. “And keep me informed on your findings.”

Nathalie bowed. “Of course, Sire.”

…

“Stand still.”

“I am. Stop poking me.”

Alya grunted as she passed the needle through the fabric of the skirt for Marinette. It was a little large of her, meaning it that to be hemmed and taken in at the waist. Ideally, this should have been done this morning, but apparently, Alya had to search for just the right skirt, hence why it was being done mere moments before they were heading out to the summer solstice festival.

Marinette did have to give Alya credit, though; she was quick with a needle.

“And done.”

Marinette sighed in relief. “Finally.”

“What do you mean ‘finally’?”

“I mean you can finally stop poking me with a needle.”

“Only twice,” Alya argued.

“Three times.”

Alya grunted. “Don’t make me make it four.”

With a chuckle, Marinette finished dressing in the rest of her clothes before putting her hair up with two ribbons.

“Cute,” Alya commented.

Marinette grinned. “Not befitting of a lady, though.”

“Yes, but that’s why no one is going to look twice at you when we walk out of here.”

“Just as long as—”

“We won’t get caught,” Alya assured with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Calm down.”

Marinette huffed. “Forgive me for being a little worried.”

“Trust me. Nathalie won’t know. At this very moment, she’s either looking after the other ladies or talking with King Gabriel. We will be fine.”

“What about the guards?”

“What about them?”

“Won’t they catch us? Rather, me?”

Alya smirked. “Nino is high ranking. All I have to do is throw his name out, and they’ll conveniently forget ever seeing us. Now, quit worrying and let’s go.”

Before Marinette could protest, Alya grabbed her hand and dragged her out the door. Alya made sure to peak around every corner before pulling Marinette down each hallway. Then they reached the servant’s door and Alya was quick to tug her through it.

Marinette’s heart was racing with fear. No matter what Alya said, Marinette was terrified of getting caught.

“Uh-oh.”

Which was apparently was what was about to happen.

“Oh no,” Marinette grumbled. But she bit back the ramble that wanted to spill out. Not only for the sake of being quiet, but Alya was taking up a nasty habit of thumping her head when she did.

Alya squeezed her hand. “Stay.” Silently, she slipped out of the stairwell. “Hello, Sabrina.”

Marinette inwardly groaned. Of all the people… Marinette had met Sabrina once before as a servant, though it was years ago. Keeping out of Sabrina’s sight was difficult thus far considering Lady Bourgeois demanded Sabrina follow her around everywhere. If Sabrina caught Marinette now, she would out her immediately.

Blood roared in her ears as her heart pounded, making it difficult to hear the conversation, but it was over quickly enough and Alya was back and grabbing Marinette’s hand soon enough.

“Run.”

“Run?”

Marinette barely had time to gather the still slightly too long skirt and run after Alya. They wove through more corridors and ducked through the hallways until they reached a door Alya was quick to shove open. In seconds, Marinette was yanked outside and Alya slammed the door shut.

“See?” Alya said, panting lightly as she flashed Marinette a smile. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah,” Marinette sarcastically grumbled while mentally begging her poor heart to calm down before it killed her. “Absolutely nothing.”

Alya sniggered. “You’ll live. Now, come on. We have a festival to go to!”

Before Marinette could respond, Alya grabbed her hand and began scampering off. Again, Marinette had to snatch hold of her skirt to keep from tripping over it, but she also couldn’t hold back her grin. “Alya, slow down!”

“Speed up! The festival is calling us.”

Laughing all the while, she yanked her hand away from Alya. “I’m going to trip over this skirt, and I’m trying not to ruin it.”

Alya frowned, but at least she slowed her pace. “Maybe we should have hemmed it a little more. But too late for that now. I’m sure you can walk in that thing backwards if you’re careful enough.”

Marinette scoffed. “The last time I tried walking backwards in a skirt, I tripped over it and ripped it.”

A smug grin soon took over Alya’s face. In a second, she flipped around and started walking backwards. “I don’t know. Seems easy to me.”

It was a hard task to scowl when all she wanted to do was grin. “How dare you mock me. I thought we could be friends.”

“We still are. I just have a talent you don’t.”

Marinette’s smile grew bigger.

“I bet I could run backwards and not trip.”

“And I hope you do so I can laugh at you.”

With a wild grin, Alya did, looking over her shoulder as she shuffled quickly backwards.

“You’re going to trip!” Marinette called.

“You’re such a worry wa—AHHH!”

Marinette gasped as Alya fell, only to be snatched by a figure in black hidden behind a tree. Her heart began pounding and her first instinct sent her tripping over her skirt again, barely spinning in time to land…

On a very firm, leather-clad chest.

This was it. She was caught and she was going to be found out and be thrown in the dungeon and—

Froze completely at the sudden deep chuckle that emanated from the chest. “Are you falling for me again, my Lady?”

#miraculous ladybug #fanfiction #A Bride for the Prince #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #training time :)#nathalie sancoeur #gabriel agreste

89 notes · View notes

readyplayerhobi · 6 years ago

Text

Honey Tea

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 2.2k

; Synopsis: A bad day is always made better by something soothing and warm, which is exactly what you get in the form of Jung Hoseok.

; A/N: Just something I wrote as I was feeling a bit down and wanted to be cheered up with Peppermint Hobi <3 just like honey tea, he’s soothing and calming. Obviously this is part of the Peppermint world. It’s unedited but whatever.

Today had been a crap day. A really, terrible day that had made you just wish that you could go home, go to sleep and get to tomorrow already. You didn’t even really have an exact reason to blame to justify why it had been a bad day. It was just one of those where everything went wrong.

You’d struggled to write an article that Taehyung had suggested to you this morning when you’d found yourself at a complete writer’s block. It had only been after you’d managed to slog through half of the article that your computer had promptly died and it hadn’t bothered to autosave for some god forsaken reason.

And then the deli down the street messed up your order and gave you cucumber for some god forsaken reason. In the whole time you’ve worked at Poppin’ Culture, you have never asked for cucumber. For good reason! The very smell of it makes you gag, so you’d been just delighted to have to almost throw away $5 worth of food because cucumber is an insidious food which infects anything it touches with its taste.

Jimin had been highly amused by your disgust and had traded you his lunch instead, happily eating your tuna salad with cucumber while you got stuck eating a sad cup ramen that didn’t even taste good.

Then you’d discovered that there was no peppermint tea left in the kitchen to make the drink that calmed you down the most, leaving you furious for the rest of the afternoon. To top it all off, Hoseok hadn’t been at work all day due to being at a gaming convention with the games team to help record videos there.

All you really wanted right now, was to curl up with your boyfriend on his couch and watch him play one of those RPG games he adores so much while you munch down on the delicious pizza he can get delivered from that place near him.

Instead, you’re stuck on your own couch wrapped up in a blanket in some ratty old pyjamas that look terrible but are comfy. And your food option is going to be mediocre Chinese from the restaurant down the block that you can never quite tell if you like or not. But you can’t be bothered to cook, because all you want to do is slob on the couch and watch a box set of something.

Not Breaking Bad, because you really just can’t get into it despite all the critical acclaim and Hoseok begging you to just watch it.

Instead, you’ve clicked onto Sabrina on Netflix and begin rewatching the series from the start. Neither you nor Hoseok had quite known what to expect once you’d started watching it, yet you’d both been pleasantly surprised with what you’d seen and had devoured the second season when it had arrived.

You only get five minutes into the first episode when your doorbell rings, causing you to pause Netflix and scowl at the door. Who the hell is coming by your apartment at this time and why are they interrupting your brooding time?

Groaning quietly, you stand and shuffle over to the door while wondering if maybe you’d ordered something. You normally get your stuff delivered to Hoseok’s lately as you’re there more often than not and his neighbour is nicer than yours.

Yours just likes to bitch at you and moan because they’d taken a parcel, as if you’d asked them to defend the nation or some bullshit. So it was just easier as Hoseok’s neighbour liked you and constantly tried to feed you cookies every time you went over. It was honestly to the point that Hoseok pouted a little at the attention you got, leading to you giving him half of the cookie every time.

Unlocking the door, you pull it open just enough to peer through with a moody face before you practically light up with happiness. Swinging the door open, you let out an excited noise before rushing forward to wrap your arms around your boyfriend, who laughs and holds the pizza box he’s holding in the air to prevent you from knocking it to the floor.

The boyfriend who should not be here but instead hundreds of miles away.

“Hobi! What are you doing here?! You’re supposed to still be at the convention!” You rush out, looking up at him with a grin as your chin rests on his chest. Already you feel better, just feeling his solid warmth in your arms and the comforting scent of him.

“Well...they decided that they weren’t going to film tomorrow as it was the last day. So there was no need for me to be there and I got the earliest flight I could.” He’s shuffling you into your apartment slowly, a strange little dance that involves him trying to keep you upright as you seem to be refusing to let go of him.

It’s only when he gives you an exasperated look, his eyes wide behind his glasses while he presses his lips together to try and hold in a laugh that you finally let go, hands moving off him hesitantly before you stand back with a pout.

“But you love those conventions, and that means you could have just spent tomorrow looking at all the cool games and playing them. Didn’t you say that erm...what’s it called is going to be there and you really wanted to play it? Err...Last of Us?” You could barely remember what he got excited over as he got excited over a lot of stuff, but this was a game you didn’t understand why he liked it. It was horror, and he didn’t do well with horror.

Yet he still loved it and went on about it constantly to you.

Hoseok moves past you after kicking off his shoes and heads into your tiny living room, shrugging off his backpack onto the floor before sitting on your couch. His apartment is bigger than yours, and you miss it intensely as he sits there. There’s something oddly comforting about all the nerd memorabilia of his place, making it look far more lived in than your place.

“It’s there, yeah. But I wanted to come home to you. Jimin messaged me this morning and said you’re not in a good mood so...yeah.” Your earlier bad mood seems like a distant memory now and you want to just sit on his lap and kiss him silly, the shy happiness at him voluntarily giving up something he was excited for to come home to you almost threatening to overwhelm you.

How anyone could dislike this sweet man was beyond you.

Sitting next to him, you accept the slice of pizza with a tiny thanks before you find yourself leaning against his shoulder and sighing heavily. He doesn’t say anything, just takes a bite of his own pizza and lets you stew for a few minutes before you take a bite of your own.

It’s from the place near him, the one that you’d been craving about and suddenly you’re feeling a little bit overwhelmed. The days emotions and stresses finally crack and you sniff pathetically, tears rising as you look down at your pizza slice as if it might have all the answers.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Hoseok asks softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you tightly into him as he puts his slice back down before putting yours down too. Soft lips press to your forehead and he’s shifting you till you’re as close to him as you can get, legs laid over his lap. “Did something bad happen? You didn’t say anything in your texts?”

Shaking your head, you burrow your head into his neck and inhale him deeply. His innate sense of calm that he always carries with him is soothing right now, his hand making long and relaxing strokes along your back and you feel safe.

“It’s dumb, it’s just...I’m just being stupid. I just...everything felt like it went wrong today and I got super upset and stressed over it all. I’m just...overreacting.” You say pathetically, trying to reassure him that it was just you being silly over it all. Thinking back on it, you certainly felt like you’d over-reacted and felt a little embarrassed that Jimin had even messaged him about it.

Hoseok doesn’t say anything for a moment, just holding you close before he lets out a quiet and rests his cheek against your head. You let your fingers trail over his Pokémon shirt, long since used to his pop culture related fashion.

“Don’t say that, and don’t think that. If you were feeling stressed and upset, then you were feeling stressed and upset. You don’t have to justify it to me or even yourself, okay? Sometimes you just have bad mental health days, and that’s okay. I’m not going to laugh at you, you know I’m the last person who would do that. Obviously things have just piled up for you and today is the day you’d had enough. Are you still upset?” Lips pouting almost childishly slightly, you shake your head as best you can with it jammed between his shoulder and jaw.

“Good, do you want to talk about it?” He lets the question hang in the air and you ponder for a moment, wondering if you actually want to talk about anything or not. Eventually, you shake your head once more before leaning back till you can look at him.

Up this close, you can see almost every pore on his face from the tiny red dot that’s evidently a spot forming to the slightest bit of stubble on his upper lip. He has a ridiculously slow hair growth on everywhere except his damn head, where it grows like lightning and he has to get it cut at least once a month. But facial hair? The man can go days with only the slightest growth.

And he’s quite evidently been lax at the convention, leading to you running your finger over it with a teasing smile. “No, I’m okay. Honestly. Nothing to talk about, just...me getting a bit stressed and I think I missed you more than I realised. I feel okay now, I swear.”

He shifts his head away from you with the slightest scowl, his black rimmed glasses sliding down the elegant slope of his nose a bit more at the movement while his dark hair falls into his eyes, causing him to shake his head once more. Just as you’d said, he needed to get it cut already.

“Okay...but if you want to talk-” You cut him off by reaching up to cup his cheeks, running your fingers along the still smooth skin of his cheeks and squeezing until his lips purse out in a pout. He’s giving you a rather unimpressed look with his eyes, but you know he’s amusing you to make sure that you’re okay.

“No, I’m fine. I just want to eat pizza and cuddle with you. This, us, it’s what I needed. Thank you for coming back early.” Whispering by the end, you let one hand drop while the other plays with the collar of his shirt, running along the edge until you reach his black hoodie.

He sighs before kissing your head again and taking your hand, interlinking your fingers and playing with it carefully. “You’re welcome. I’d rather be here with you than in a room full of people I don’t know. I don’t like going to them without you, it’s just too much noise and people and...yeah.”

Smirking at him, you lean up to kiss at his jaw teasingly. “That’s sweet. I hope you were okay while there too. And I’m guessing the fact that you can get sex here has nothing to do with coming back either right?”

Hoseok is sputtering, his cheeks turning a bright red that rivals when he’s drunk as he looks all around the room and his free hand running through his hair nervously. “W-wha-what, no?! That’s not w-why I c-came back! I love you, that’s why! The s-s-sex is...a bonus.”

“I’m kidding, I doubt you even thought of that. But I will say that I love you, and thank you for thinking of me. It means a lot.” You lean forward and grab both pizza slices before feeding one of them to him, not even sure which slice was who’s anymore.

He watches you warily for a moment before accepting and nodding slowly. “I’m always thinking of you so, no need to thank me. And I love you more.”

“Are you wanting sex or are you trying to butter me up to let you play that game I don’t like again?” You eye him, narrowing your gaze on him as he steadfastly refuses to look in your direction even as you can see him trying to press his lips together.

“Sex?”

“Oh, you so want to play it don’t you? I hate it! Why can’t you play it when I’m not there?”

“Because I like playing games with you! And I like it!”

“Fine, but only because you brought me this pizza.”

“I love you.”

#armiesnet #networkbangtan #btscreatorsnet #btssunshinenet #hoseok fluff #hobi fluff #j hope fluff #bts fluff #hoseok drabble #j hope drabble #bts drabble #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #peppermint hobi #peppermint hoseok

555 notes · View notes