#however I will continue to drop hella hints

[platinummice]

Only thing stopping me from hitting on my friend relentlessly is the fact that he is straight.

[itgetzweird08]

Okay But Imagine If Endeavor had a secret love child

(TW: Mentions of cheating, hints towards abuse, hints towards pregnancy)

Okay so just imagine. Me personally, Enji Todoroki does not seem like a loyal man in the SLIGHTEST with his track record. Like I could definitely see him going to clubs and hooking up with people while on missions out of the country to let off steam because he has a wife who he doesn’t love, a son that is a danger to himself and doesn’t know what it means to quit, and two other children who are ‘failed experiments’

Enji is hella motivated to accomplish his mission to create the most powerful kid, HOWEVER, he’s still human. I think deep deep down he might want some form of true love and human connection. And that’s where /she/ comes in. The gorgeous woman that he meets in a diner one late night in America, while trying to get a decent meal after a hard mission. Any place that would even come close to having something that fits his meal plan is closed, but he knows he needs to eat. So this seemed like his best option.

He enters the diner, and it’s sorta dark and is cheap as all hell. He had half a mind to turn around and just starve, but the smell of something fried hit his nose and he gave up that thought quickly. He picked his own seat, a booth in the back next to a window that hadn’t been cleaned in a while. His hand touched something sticky on the table, and his lip curled in disgust. But that curl turned into a small ‘o’ as his jaw dropped, his eyes catching the waitress that was walking towards his booth. He was never a love at first sight kind of man, especially when he gave up such a silly concept long ago, but this was enough to make him get on his knees and praise Cupid. It felt like an arrow of warmth and desire had been shot through his chest. He had a fire quirk but nothing had made him feel so hot.

Rei and the kids were nothing but a distant thought all the way in the back of his brain stem when the woman approached his table. She seemed other worldly, tall and full and brave and soft. Something about her full curls and dark skin gave nothing less than goddess. There was so much to look at but there felt like so little time to take in everything she had to offer.

A soft clearing of her throat though brought him out of his stupor.

“Can I get you anything, sugar?”

The nickname made him blush, heat rushing to his face. It was a miracle his skin didn’t alight with his flame. “Yes- my apologies. Let me get, um,” here he was, sweating and stuttering like a school boy. Pathetic- he was pathetic. Before he could get truly angry at himself, she laughed, and the sound was like a drug.

“Here, you seem like you’ve been working hard. Let me get you a coffee and a proper menu, and I’ll come back for ya. Sound good?”

And all he could do is nod with a fry mouth, his face so hot he could’ve sworn his quirk was activated.

When she came back, she poured him a coffee, asking if he was from around while he browsed the menu. He said no, and told her of his hero work and his home in Japan. She listened with open ears and heart, finding herself sitting in the booth to listen to the scarlet haired man. She took the extra mug on the table, pouring herself a cup and loading it with mini creamers and sugar packets. It was a complete contrast to Enji’s own pitch black cup. But he didn’t mind. He honestly found it cute. He wondered if the sugar in the coffee was apart of what made the woman so sweet.

One cup of coffee turned to two. And that two turned to three with two waffle specials and a bowl of fruit to share. That ended up being a free meal for him and a ride home for her after her long shift. And the kiss at the door, well…you can guess where that led.

He left in the morning before she could wake, as he had a flight to catch by that noon. But he left her with a parting gift: his cell number and the large jacket he gave her when the night breeze got too cold.

Their affair continued for a while. It didn’t help Enji that Touya was putting himself in more danger, Rei seemed to be increasingly more difficult to deal with, and like her body got tired of the constant trying for his perfectly quirked child. And he knew it was wrong, of course he did, but when had that ever been enough to stop him? He began making up missions and lies, just to fly back across the sea to see his gorgeous waitress. And every time he left her a gift. A diamond charm bracelet, a new pair of shoes, a heart felt note with Godiva chocolates. And all she did in return was make him feel alive, like his life was worth more then it ever had been.

Six months.

It all lasted six months.

That was until he got the call from Rei, mid flight across the ocean, that she was pregnant. All thoughts of love and happiness and the small whisp of desire to leave his family behind and start a new one with his lover was erased. He had a feeling. This was it, his perfect child. He had the pilot turn the plane around, leaving his doll with one last parting gift.

The baby growing within her.

This time? He didn’t look back.

[herzzgeist]

🌺

Hana herself, also was in her drunken state, chuckled:"Welp, seems like they really know what to prank both of us huh?" She winked. Thanks to alcohol, she became more playfully than usual.

(Hope you have a great day! 🥺)

One Piece Dating Simulator - Law x fem!reader

Pairing: Law x Hana | Word count: 1.3k | Warnings: Suggestive

A/N: Dearest Hana! I’m SO HELLA SORRY! It’s a very late Valentine’s day .. so I gave it some extra spice for you! Please forgive me! Have a marvelous day, love

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

“Seven minutes in heaven . .” he snorts "that’s nothing but an evil farce to me.” Law growls and huffs in protest. In addition, your wink only manages to let him avert his gaze, complaining simultaniously: "Stop that." Although the light barely shines through the thin slit of the closet door, a hint of red is to be noted on his cheeks, caused by your straightfoward behavior. Before you can comment on that rather adorable display of your Captain’s abashment, Law grumbles and turns away from you, his hat being pulled over this usually stoic face.

“Oh come on. You’re acting all rough and tough now, even though we all know you have a cru-“ - “Shut it!”, it is then, where your intoxicated mouth is silenced by a hissing remark and a glare that sends shivers down your spine. Steel colored pools threaten to pierce through you, a dark shadow casting half over his face from the brim. The tension between you only grows, however — your perception isn’t exactly reliable, thus your distorted judgment lures you to take it a step further.

Slowly you approach him, your hand reaching out and landing on his upper arm. Upon the sensation of your gentle palm, the man flinches and clicks his tongue: “Hana-ya, you’re drunk . .” - “I’m tipsy, there’s a difference!” Your sassy retort gives Law all the more reason to roll his eyes and keep distance from your advances. Asking you to quit your fooleries and uncalled for touches, his words fall on deaf ears — you continue on being a needy nuisance. From his perspective that is.

“Tipsy or drunk, you’re still under the influence. And that too much for my taste.”, he mutters, swatting away your grabby hands occasionally, with no avail. Like a burr, you stick to his side, pressing yourself against him with a pout that looks almost comical. Where there’s a will, there’s a way, attempting your best to make him give you the attention you oh so longingly crave.

That crave isn’t solely a product of your inebriation, it has been there for as long as you can remember — since the first time you met eachother. And now, where confidence peaks, your elegance lacks, nevertheless you cannot let this opportunity slide.

“Loosen up a bit, Captain.”, is what you hum nonchalantly, your warmth invading Law’s peace of mind. With a snappy tone, he answers in a matter-of-fact: “That’s the point, I can’t when you’re like this. You’re insufferable when you drink.” It hurts, seeing him this distant towards you, yet it doesn’t hinder you from taking action. You’ve had enough of these mind games.

In one suave move, your fingers caress his chin, ruffling his goatee as you turn his head to face him. Shock accentuates Law’s features, his jaw dropped, a sweat drop drifting down his temple and pupils blown widely. All those details mildly illuminated by the cozy warm light from outside the closet. “Hana-ya . . explain yourse- mhf!”, too late, his query is being interrupted abruptly, after you pull him down by the collar to slam your cherry like lips against his. The kiss is sensual and slow, leaving him completely stunned and unable to respond properly to your ministration.

A tad bit awkward, his mouth remains stiff but willing to reciprocate, as he melts under your heat. Your hands rest on his chest, now that his body has turned your direction. There is a hitch of breath you notice under Law’s strong air intake, fueling you with a sense of victory. Gradually, you feel down his stomach, his abdomen. It isn’t particularly clothed with a vest halfway done, exposing his torso how he usually wears it.

Each centimeter your palms cross, earns more shallow, more audible rasps out of him. Then a strong grip around your wrist stops you in your tracks. “Woah woah . . you’re trespassing unorthodox territory here . . Hana-ya.”, Law utters breathlessly, his voice nearly hoarse already. Uncertainty is written in his eyes, telling about his worries regarding you and your connection the both of you share.

In abandon, your pretty doe eyes glimmer and look up at him with nothing but adoration, if not with a tinge of a broken heart. This pleading, close to puppy dog charming gaze sets the surgeon’s chest aflame, upon realizing that this gorgeous little lady before him is in fact infatuated with him. Albeit him being an emotionally lapid and dull man, Trafalgar does indeed have a soft spot for the mellow sentiments. Hence he cups your face and leads you towards him again.

“Oh . . you damn woman, ” he curses under a low growl, before he lures you with a whisper that grazes your lips, “come here.” Another kiss that seals the deal and induces your belly with the fluttering of butterflies, a hum of yearn escaping your throat in response. You find yourself entranced by the way he conveys his attraction to you, his tongue silently asking for permission to relish in your taste.

Alcohol still has quite the hold on you, opting you to remain playful and smiling into the kiss in a ‘dare-you’ manner. Oh no you don’t.

Teeth begin to nibble on your lower lip, forcing you to let out a timid moan. And as if this isn’t enough, one of Law’s large hands finds it’s way down your sides, along your waist — hips and finally, your plush behind. Giving it a squeeze to earn a second, more of a whimpering moan. That’s where you submit to his dominant and possessive nature. Now he is the one smirking in victory, lip locking you just about starvingly.

The air in the closet rises in temperature, the two of you being the cause of it. What was simple kissing before, is now a full on out make out session, as you explore his body. Greed overtakes you, your hands brushing up against his lower abdomen, dangerously close to his slowly but surely growing hard on. Law groans, his arousal throbbing in his spotted and slightly too tight jeans.

"Captain! Hana! Hello? Seven minutes are over!", a voice calls out from outisde the closet, startling the both of you. And to your horror, the door creaks open. "Hakugan, seven minutes aren't over yet.", Law simply states, clearly indicating not to be disturbed and immediately holding the door closed. The masked man on the other side grumbles thoughtfully: "But-" - "You're not questioning your Captain's judgment, are you?"

Footsteps vanish into the distance, leaving you and the doctor alone again without further intrusion.

Out of nowhere, the tall man lifts you off the ground and pins you against the wall, slipping between your legs while his arms hook underneath the crooks of your knees.

"Now . . Hana-ya, I'm starting to believe this prank was to our favor," his pelvis closes in to your core, the hardness giving you the idea of how dearly he reciprocates your feelings "don't you agree?"

A wolfish grin spreads over his lips, sending shivers down your spine and you agree to his haughty question with a subtle nod.

And with this nod, you opened the gates for this eager man before you, his possessiveness showing in a low chuckle.

That night, after that failed attempt of Shachi and Penguin to prank you and Law, Cupid did his job justice. A memory you blush and smile sheepishly to, for Valentine's day marks the day you found your mutual raging flame.

To this day, Law still can't cope with your tipsy flirtiness, but finds it endearing and hilarious nonetheless. And for certain, this was the first and last prank, he'd tolerate. Ever.

[forsworned]

𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 ☆ 𝙮𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙞𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙞

☆ ──── 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 : this is for one my faves @stxrryemxlys congrats on graduating, so here is a grad gift for u!! even tho it lowkey became hella self indulgent fmenferj

☆ ──── 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) : long flashback?, sensual themes??

The nights that he would leave for days and sometimes even weeks at a time to tend to slaying demons would leave you irrevocably lonely. Your heart yearned for him to come back home so you would find yourself restless. In fact, so restless that you would toss and turn in your bed until you threw the covers off of your body followed by a  frustrated huff. The light of the moon was cold and unforgiving. It opposed the warmth and welcome of the sun. Your sun. His smile, his voice and the way few but tenderhearted words would fall from his lips. You wanted nothing more than to see him at that moment.

Soon you found yourself getting out of bed and slipping on your shoes. You grabbed one of  the wisteria incense that endlessly burned from your porch as you walked barefoot across the path that led to the edge of town. Thankfully there was no wind to blow out your incense, but even if it had it would burn long enough for you to get home safely. The sound of water trickling was getting louder and louder as you headed down the moonlit path. 

You smiled as you recalled the memory of meeting him for the first time here. 

You were gathering fish from the river and he had been standing at the edge watching as the scales of the colorful trout danced in the light of the sun. Your breath had caught at the sight of the handsome man in front of you. He wore his hair long in a high ponytail that lifted in the summer breeze. His maroon gaze soon on you and your heart thrummed against your chest.

“The trout here are quite vibrant. I’ve never seen anything like it.” His voice was deep and rich, though his tone was cheery and a hint of aloof. 

“Oh–yes! They are also quite tasty when you cook them just right.” You stammered nearly as hard as your heart did. “Would you care to join me in catching some?”

You glanced away from a moment feeling his intense gaze on you. Your cheeks warmed as you continued on your incessant blabbering. “I cook them quite well.”

You stole a glance and a small smile had graced his attractive visage. “I would like that a lot.”

Gutting and cooking the fish wasn’t the hard part, catching them, however, was. 

“Ah! I caught one!” Yoriichi exclaimed with a stunted look on his usually stoic face. He hadn’t felt such joy in a long time. The fish wriggled within his grasp and he showcased his first catch to you.

You clasped your hands together and beamed at him as he struggled to keep the fish in his hands. 

“Great catch!” 

Fwwp!

The trout had completely slipped out of his hand and plopped back into the river and Yoriichi’s face was unmoving. He was completely hampered by what had just occurred that he hadn’t even known how to react. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at the fleeting happiness of his first catch. His face softened at your melodious laughter and suddenly he felt embarrassed at how excited he had become over something so menial. 

“How childish of me.” He laughed, peering down at himself. 

His rolled up sleeves and hakama were completely soaked, but his resolve was strong.

“I will catch this trout.” The look of determination on his face was enough to make you stop laughing and get serious with him.

“I’ll teach you a trick to catching a fish and not having it slip from your grasp.” You said as you rolled your sleeves and cuffed your pants and padded across the running river right alongside his form.

While he had his eyes trained to kill demons, your eyes and hands had been trained to be an expert at catching fish. 

“You ready your stance and wait for the perfect moment…Gotcha!” You exclaimed in triumph as you held the fish and quickly dropped it in the bucket. 

When you peered up for a moment, you caught a glimpse of Yoriichi’s eyes that sparkled at you in curiosity and admiration. “That is truly amazing! Please teach me how to achieve this level of mastery.”

You rubbed the back of your neck as you gave him a sheepish grin. “It’s nothing special, really. Just something I was taught by the village elders.”

Yoriichi and you went back to catching fish as you continued to converse. 

“Did you not have parents growing up?” He asked. It wasn't a rude question, just something you never really spoke openly about. 

You shook your head as you watched Yoriichi raise his hand to attempt to catch a fish, but it was all in vain as he caught nothing but water. He shook the water off of his hand and you softly chuckled at his failed venture. 

“Damn.” He mumbled to himself.

“That was close. Try again.” You said. A small pause as you recollected your thoughts before answering. “No, I was an orphan for as long as I can remember. The village elders looked after me and taught me all the skills I know today. Honest work for honest pay. I’ve never traveled farther than the next town over.”

“I see.” He observed the water rippling beneath both of your ankles. “I think they did a great job raising you. You really know how to catch fish.”

You peered up at him and his smile was warm and enchanting. So young and full of life.

“I’ll show you how I cook ‘em, too.” You beamed at him.

“I didn’t know one could make trout taste so tender and flavorful.” He hummed in content as he savored every bite.

Your chin sat on your palm as you watched him take mouthfuls of rice and pieces of food stick to the sides of his mouth. It had occurred to you that this man hadn’t known how incredibly stunning he was. Not only in physical beauty, but his boyish and nonchalant attitude was charming as hell. Well, charming as hell to you. 

“Aren’t you going to eat…” His head turned to the side before blinking back several times. “I never asked for your name. How rude of me.”

“You can call me [name].” You felt warmth rush to your cheeks when he looked at you. He was so endearing without even realizing it. 

“[name], that’s an interesting name.” He seemed to be pensive for a moment as he nibbled at his trout. 

You chuckled as you waited for him to reveal his name to you. He glanced up at you confused as to why you were looking at him for some sort of answer. 

“And your name?” You giggled at him. He blinked a couple of times as he registered your words. 

“You can call me, Yoriichi.” He finally said as he placed down his bowl in front of you and bowed. “Thank you for the meal, [name].”

“Oh, no need for that. We’re practically the same age.” You waved him off. 

He peered up at you in surprise. “What is your age?”

“I’m twenty years of age.”

A ghost of a smile now on his lips. “I guess we are the same age then.”

He glanced into the crackling fire between the both of you and then to the sun that was beginning to dip below the horizon. “I should get going.”

“W-wait!” You suddenly said as you grasped on the sleeve of his haori.

 He looked from your hand that was grasping the still damp fabric to you whose eyes were big and glistening with a yearning for company. The company of a man that could possibly fulfill the void where your heart was supposed to be. 

“You should stay.” You murmured. 

He didn’t say anything for a moment as he glanced down at you. His face was unreadable as he analyzed your features and tried to read the expression on your face. Yoriichii never faced a situation like this before. You, a woman, who had taught him how to catch and cook trout in the span of a day. You, a woman, who pleaded for his company. 

Should you have had any semblance of shame? Yes, maybe. But the thought of never seeing this man ever again. A stranger who had just happened to be passing through town and never to cross paths in the near or distant future suddenly filled you with the emptiness that you were always left with scared you.

“You know, since it’s dark out and demons are out and about.” You quickly said feeling hot in the face. It was more than apparent that he was a demon slayer. From the sword that he proudly wore on his waist to the kimono that hung around his form.

“Do you know how to fend for yourself against demons?” He suddenly asked.

You thought about his words for a moment before shaking your head. 

“Then I will stay until I teach you how to.” And there was that smile again. That smile that you found yourself yearning for every day since that occurrence. 

And he kept his promise. Yoriichi would sleep a few feet away from you and wake you at dawn with the intention of honing your skills to the fullest extent. He wore you down to your bones, but his encouraging words and sincerity had pushed you to be the quick witted and instinctual warrior that he promised he would make out of you. 

He would fondly watch you as you practiced every move of his and soon he had moved on to  teaching you his breaths.

Your eyes sparkled in delight as he had showcased only a single technique and yet it mesmerized you as flames ignited from his blade and then to his form. He was literally his own sun. His techniques were a form of a fatal dance to the death and that only further entranced you. 

“It may look intimidating, but I know you can do it, [name]. After all, my work won’t be done until you master it.” His form towered over you as you peered up at him. 

If anything, he hadn’t even planned on teaching you any breathing techniques as that had been outside of the realm of what he thought you were capable of. But after watching you these past several months, mastering technique after technique he had gained a guilty indulgence toward you.

In no time, you had conquered every breath that he had laid out for you and soon you were a shining star next to your sun. Yoriichi had found himself not able to separate himself from you. He wanted only to spend all his days being in your company, hearing the sound of your laughter and the incoherent mumblings in your sleep as he tucked you into bed. Soon he had learned to cook trout almost just as good as you if not better and you were waking up to meals made by him without even having asked. 

“Yoriichi, can you head down to the market and grab some potatoes and a pound of rice? We seem to have run out already.” You called out from inside as he sharpened his blade on the porch. 

He frowned. “By myself?” 

You poked your head out the doorway. “What was that?”

“You want me to go alone?” He asked again, not feeling embarrassed by his question. 

It delighted you to see that pout on his face. “Well, I’m busy trying to clean the floors. I just think it would be more productive if you went and got food while I was here cleaning.” 

“It would be quicker if I just helped you and then we headed off together.” He was persistent as hell when it came to these sorts of things.

He was guilty of being overfond of your presence, but he welcomed it. He didn’t want to be without you and that much he knew. 

"[name], it’s too cold for you to be out here with nothing but your yukata on.” His voice suddenly filled the air and you felt your body go frigid. 

It had just occurred to you that your toes and fingers were going numb, but you hadn’t cared about that. He was finally here. Yoriichi had stood tall in front of your form and soon you had found yourself throwing your arms around his shoulders. 

His body went rigid for a moment as he had felt shocked by your unexpected intimate gesture. Your quiet sobs were muffled by the fabric of his haori and you clung onto his tightly with no thoughts of ever letting go. His scent was just as you had remembered. Woodsy and musky from his travels and scintillas of wisteria adhered to the fabric on his figure. You missed every bit of him and you couldn’t even hold yourself back from clutching onto him. 

His firm hand found the small of your back and he sighed. “Let’s get inside.”

“Carry me.” You murmured against his chest. 

He quietly obliged and soon you were lifted from the ground and you couldn’t find the courage to look at him as he carried you in his arms with ease. 

There was only one other time that he had carried you this way and that was when you had sprained your ankle in the river trying to catch a trout and you were unable to get up on your own. He never scolded you, only softly speaking to you as he tended to your injury. You whimpered in pain and he never hushed you. He simply bandaged it and stayed by your side and became almost annoyingly dotting. 

Is that what love was?

Yoriichi never liked to think too much of it. He hadn’t exactly familiarized himself with the concept of it, but then again he would simply brush off any compliments made to him by women who flock to him. He didn’t understand why. Why did he treat you like you were a wife he was coming home to and accompanied on trips to the market, racing downhills with and down the halls to see who could finish cleaning their side of the floor first with?

“Yoriichi.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. 

He peered down at you for a moment hearing the neediness in your voice. Warmth blossomed to his cheeks as he got a better look at you. Your eyes were hazy with lust and longing. Or maybe he was mistaking it for some other emotion that he couldn’t quite pinpoint in that moment. 

“Yoriichi.” A small whine emitted from your lips as half covered your eyes with your forearm. 

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he observed the way your lips glistened in the moonlight and the way your eyes fluttered up at him. 

“Yes, [name].” His voice shook to his and your surprise.

You bit your lip and he was in anticipation of your next words. “I want you.”

His heart stammered at your words. “Want me to what?”

Your hand tugged at his haori. “ I want you–and me…”

You struggled to find the right words to put together for him to get it without you having to actually say it. 

“Do you love me, [name]?” It was so sudden. Nothing that you would ever expect him to ever ask you. No, not ever in a million years had you imagined him asking you something like this.

“And if I said yes?” 

He didn’t skip a beat. “We should get married.”

You felt your heart pound against your chest at his words. “M-married?!”

A small sigh escaped his lips as he felt a tad embarrassed at his own choice of words. “If that’s alright with you. I’ve come to realize I want to stay by your side until the day I die and if there is an afterlife I want you to be there with me then as well.”

You felt your eyes well up with tears at his sweet words. Yoriichi was hardly a romantic. He never really spoke about his feelings. He was a man of the moment and honestly this proposal suited more than anything else.

“Why are you crying?” His tone was brimming with concern as he wiped your tears away. 

He gently set you down on your futon and rubbed your eyes as you sat up. 

“Because–I–I don’t know. I just feel emotional right now. I never thought you would ask me to marry you.” You whimpered as you tried catch your breath.

His expression softened as he looked at you. He wanted to take care of you until he no longer could and lay with you every night and wake up with you every morning and the only way to say all of that was to ask you just that. To marry him.

“Well, do you accept?” He asked, scooting toward your form.

“How could I not?” You sniffled. 

A rare toothy grin spread across his boyish features as he dabbed away at your tears. “Good. Because then we can do husband and wife things.”

You sat upright at his words and your sniffles came to a stop as you felt your cheeks warm. “Like what kind of husband and wife things?”

His voice was low and soft as he spoke. “Like the things you want me to do to you right now.”

His fingers brushed away the stray hairs that covered your face and felt yourself hold your breath as he did. 

“Let’s do it tomorrow.” And he wasn’t kidding either.

“Tomorrow?!” You exclaimed. “I don’t even have a dress for the ceremony let alone someone to officiate it!”

“Mmm.” He thought for a moment as he leaned against his palms. “I guess you’re right about that.” 

“How about a week from today?” 

“A week?! Yoriichi! You’re insane!” But you felt joy and laughter bubble from your throat. You couldn’t help but feel elated at the fact that he wanted to spend eternity with you.

“That should be enough, right?” He inquired, cocking his head to the side.

“I mean–I guess so.” You became pensive as you searched your mind for anyone who would be willing to sew you up a dress.

“Ah, I just remembered. An older lady from the village not too far from here said that if I ever found someone I wanted to marry, she would make them a dress at no cost.” He bumped his fist to his palm.

“And why does she owe you that?” Your curiosity was piqued.

“I saved her children from getting eaten by demons.”

“Ah, of course. Always the classic I-saved-your-children-from-flesh-eating-demons-so-I-owe-you-a-wedding-dress scenario.”

“What do you mean?” 

You shook your head and laughed. “Nothing. If she can get a dress done by the end of the week that would be…”

"That would be perfect.” He finished as he gave you a softer smile and put his calloused hand on top of yours.

His maroon gaze was intense yet playful as he gazed down at you and it made your heart nearly jump out of your chest. 

“Then I can fulfill my duties as a husband to you.”

[wendy130]

A young wannabe warriors Tommy hunts down picks a fight against a giant techno but techno is unsurprisingly unbothered that’s there’s an angry child stabbing his toes. Mostly just confused. so he just goes tries on with his day wile being followed around by the angry boy. hi-jinx ensues

Feel free to add noms if u want (sorry if this prompt is F tier)

Hey y'all, I've been... busy, wheeze. I haven't had much time to write anything, so that's why I've been gone.

But, I absolutely loved this prompt, and I couldn't just leave it to rot in my inbox.

Instead of writing everything out like originally planned, here's the outline of the story that I wrote under the cut.

There are nomfs in this story, however, if you do not like vore, you do not need to read that part. There will be a warning when it comes to the vore part of this story.

// Warnings: mentions of a bad past, mentions of injury, vore, safe vore, soft vore.

// (If I missed anything, please tell me.)

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- Set early in the morning. A retired warrior g!Techno is just getting ready to leave his home and tend to his farms... only to find a child human has.. broken into his home... and is yelling at him to fight him.

- Techno just noped out of there, moving on as if he didn't just see that and going on with his day.

- Going to a stream to get water, the kid follows him out of his home. He's annoyed but still tries to ignore them. Ends with "You're not going to leave me alone, are you?" "Nope :D"

- Techno continues to just go on with his day and tries to tire them out.

- He goes to his ranch, feeding all the animals as the kid tries to stop him. He just.. picks them up and drops them in a bucket before going back to work.

- Techno goes back inside, and Tommy somehow gets out of the bucket that he was put in and follows the giant piglin back in. Techno ignores them in favor of cooking food (the kid... oddly stays away from him when he does that) before going to his living room to read a book.

- While he's reading, the kid still is farther away than before, yelling obscenities. They stop after a while, looking upset. Techno sighs, giving a short answer as to why he won't fight (while doing so, he leans over and gives the kid a piece of food; Tommy ends up flinching violently but Techno doesn't comment on it). Techno doesn't really know why he did that. He could've just ignored the kid, and they might've left.

- Tommy huffs and tells him that he's stupid (in a soft voice, unlike the harsh tone they always seemed to use). Techno rolls his eyes, going back to reading.

- After a bit, Techno goes back outside since the sun isn't gonna make him boil while he tends to his other farms that he's yet to visit.

- the kid is still following him like a lost duck. They're still insistent that he fights them, albeit less so. They seem to be more curious about what he's doing now. Raising an eyebrow, Techno decides to indulge them on a whim.

- time skip.

- Techno's done with farming and goes to sit under a tree while the sun sets. He ends up asking the kid why they were trying to fight him.

- The kid is rather... reluctant to speak. He ends up dropping the subject, and he places a hand next to the kid. "Come on, you don't seem keen on leaving any time soon, and I'd rather not have some kid die on me." Tommy reluctantly climbs onto the hand, and they go back to his home.

- Also, at this point, neither of them actually know the other's name, so to fix that, Tommy is like "I'm not a kid. I'm Tommy." Techno snorts in amusement and shares his own name.

- long time skip.

- Tommy ends up staying with Techno.

- Uhhh, write some little fluff moments with breaks in the middle to signify a time skip. (Throughout the timeskips, there are hints at Tommy coming from a bad background (restless fidgeting, and clear flinching whenever Techno does something too fast or something). )

- Tommy bonding with Carl while helping Techno with the ranch.

- a break in the writing.

- Tommy is hella fidgety as mentioned before, so Techno ends up gifting the kid a few fidget stuff: a knife and wood for whittling, a human knitting set, and an ocarina. Tommy asks him where he got the stuff, and Techno shrugs, saying an old friend helped him get the stuff.

- another break.

- It takes a while for Tommy to fall asleep, and he ends up asking for Techno to tell him a bedtime story. Techno has been waiting for a while for the kid to gather their wits and ask him. The topic of bedtime stories can shift to a deeper conversation where Techno asks about Tommy's past.

- Tommy's past is.... not good. He was a street kid and was taken in by a group of monster hunters when he was young. He was trained day and night, barely taken care of. That's why he was sent to fight Techno.

- Techno has a realization that, if the group of monster hunters was informed enough to know about him, they were consciously knowing that they were sending the kid to a possibly horrible end. (Techno used to be ruthless when he was an active warrior.)

- He... wisely keeps that information to himself, glad that he's changed while in retirement, and tucks Tommy to bed, vowing to himself to keep the kid safe.

// If you don't like vore, this is a good stopping point. The story can end here.

- a break. Instead of a fluffy moment, shift to angst. Nomfs start here.

- Techno should have known better than to forget good things don't last.

- Tommy ends up hella injured by something. (Maybe falling? Mobs? Tommy's past comes up to meet him?) Anyways, the kid is passed out and hurt, and Techno doesn't exactly have the medical supplies to help the kid. Well... he has one way, but neither the kid nor him will exactly... enjoy it.

- Healing nomfs occur.

- time skip.

- Techno is in the middle of reading when the kid wakes up. It is... not a gentle awakening, the kid immediately pounds at their surroundings. Holding back a few purrs, he has to try and calm them down. Clearly... that doesn't really work so he has to wait painfully for the kid to stop struggling.

- He feels guilty as fuck when the kid stops and sobs, and he gently drapes a hand over his brooding pouch, feeling the kid tense. Softly, he explains to the kid that they're safe and that he was sorry about the entire thing. Tommy doesn't respond, only pipping up in a shaky voice to ask to be let out.

- Techno does just that, quickly placing the kid down next to a towel before backing off. Tommy quietly asks him to leave the room, and Techno does that too after a second of reluctance.

- time skip.

- The next few weeks, the two just... skirt around each other until nighttime, where they reluctantly sleep in the same room. Techno knows how much Tommy fears him still because the kid won't stop shaking around him and they rarely get sleep. So he ends up just... leaving out small gifts to the kid (nice food, some new supplies for the kid's hobbies, flowers, hell- he even starts reading out loud during his reading time for the kid, hoping that they might hear it).

- Finally, finally, Tommy confronts Techno when they're heading to bed, asking if Techno was serious... about doing it only for his safety. Techno wholeheartedly says yes (and apologizes again. "I- I'm sorry. I truly am. You were just... bleeding out, and I panicked.") Hesitantly, Tommy nods before bidding Techno goodnight, and, well, he supposes that's better than nothing. Both of them sleep a little better that night.

[zackcollins]

speechless || bo bichette

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Author’s Note: Hello! Everyone gets a treat of a second fic today because I was in a mood to write. Hope that’s okay. Idk man. When you’re in the mood to write, you write. And sometimes, you just wanna post right away because you’re too impatient to wait. Ya know? Anyways. GIF credit to glasnow!

Warnings: An anxiety attack. That’s probably it??? I don’t think there’s anything else. Feel free to let me know otherwise and I’ll fix this warnings section for you.

Word Count: 1.9k+

Title: Speechless by Dan + Shay

Additional: The reader should be gender neutral again! I don’t think I used any identifying language or pronouns or anything. If I did, it was accidental because I was hella distracted watching my dog while my grandparents went grocery shopping. As always, let me know how I did because constructive criticism is always welcomed!

Tagging: @whimsical-daydreams​ @donttelltheelf-x​

You had suffered from severe anxiety; it had been a part of your life for as long as you could remember. At this point, it had totally consumed you. You could hardly do anything anymore without your anxiety trying to take over in some form or another. It was the worst feeling in the world.

That's why it was like all your prayers had been answered when Bo waltzed into your life. For the first time in your life, you were able to open up about your anxiety with someone. There was just something about Bo that made you feel safe, secure, and like nothing would ever hurt you again.

You had been dating for about two and a half years before your relationship changed. It changed on what had otherwise been a quiet day in the middle of February. Snow was falling outside of your house, blowing around peacefully in the evening breeze. You were sitting on the window seat of the living room window, staring out onto the street while idly sipping on a mug of hot chocolate.

Somewhere outside, you heard a dog distantly barking. You found it odd because to the best of your knowledge, nobody in the housing community you and Bo lived in had a dog. Most of them had cats because they were easier for their housekeepers to look after when they were away on business trips or vacation. You quickly shook it out of your mind, though, thinking it only to be a dog that had wandered in from somewhere nearby. It wasn't entirely unlikely for that to happen because some of the people in the housing communities on either side had been known to let their dogs roam freely from time to time.

A couple of minutes later, you heard the front door to the house open. That snapped you out of thinking about the barking dog because you needed to know who walked in. Turning around, you heaved a relieved sign when you saw Bo standing in the entryway. You felt a little anxious, however, when you saw that he had placed a rather large box at his feet. Placing your hot chocolate on the windowsill, you walked over to Bo.

"What's this, sweetie?" You asked, walking all the way around the box. You wanted to see if it had some sort of label or marking on it that would hint at what was inside; it did not. All it had was a pink ribbon embossed with white hearts tied around it.

Bo smiled as he was undressing from his winter apparel. He tossed his hat into the closet. He unzipped his coat and carefully placed it on one of the coat hooks beside the door. Lastly came his boots. He slipped out of those and tossed them haphazardly onto the plastic boot mat you had bought specifically for the winter so snow wouldn’t be tracked all over your house. He ended up bowling over your boots and a spare pair of boots you kept in case of emergencies. You glared at him, crossing your arms over your chest. Bo raised his arms in surrender as he stepped forward and gave you a quick kiss. You relaxed, kissing him back as you wrapped your arms around his back. When you pulled apart, Bo stepped aside and motioned to the box.

 "If you wanna know what’s inside,” Bo produced a pocket knife seemingly out of nowhere because you didn’t know him to carry one. He handed it to you and motioned to the box a second time. “All you have to do is open it.” 

You walked forward and leaned over, carefully cutting the ribbon a couple of times so that it was easier to untangle from the box. Once you had all of the ribbon untangled and balled up, you placed it along with the knife on the console table next to you. When you looked back at Bo, he gave you an encouraging nod and a soft smile. You bit your lip nervously as you carefully lifted the lid off of the box. What was inside made you blink in surprise. Staring back at you was a beagle puppy. You had to blink a couple of more times, just to make sure that truly weren't imagining this. When you surmised that this was, in fact, a real dog sitting in the box, you lifted them out, cradling them in your arms. They even kissed you on the chin a couple of times. That was also all it took for you to be absolutely smitten with this puppy.

Just as you went to put the puppy down, the light from the chandelier made something on their collar glisten. At first, you thought it was name tags or the city registration tags. But, when you examined it, you discovered that it was an engagement ring. You turned to ask Bo about it. Much to your surprise, he was down on one knee, holding his hands out. You handed him the dog (who you could now see was a boy), thinking that was what he wanted. Bo chuckled as he scritched the dog behind the ears. The dog sighed, jackrabbitting his back foot in satisfaction. You huffed an amused breath, rolling your eyes and chuckling.

Bo carefully put the dog down and took the ring off of his collar. He gave him a few more ear scritches which made the dog flop on the floor and curl in a ball. Bo rolled his eyes before he looked up at you, holding the ring in your direction.

"Since I know I'm the best thing to happen to you and you're the best thing to happen to me," Bo paused, wiping tears out of the corners of his eyes, "I was wondering if you'd marry me?"

You clammed up. You felt your anxiety wash over you like a giant wave crashing into the surf. You fell to the floor, chanting a bunch of incoherent nonsense as you curled into a ball and clutched your knees tightly to your chest. You rocked back and forth, tears streaming down your face as you continued to death-grip your knees. It was then that you felt Bo wrap you in his arms. He cradled you, rocking you in time with how you were rocking yourself. Only, he was doing it softer, gentler. He was also mumbling some of his stats from last season, the stats from the hockey game you watched yesterday. Hell, he even started mumbling what you needed to buy when you went grocery shopping the next time. Anything mundane and boring because he knew that was what generally helped you out of anxiety episodes. The more boring the better. It gave a sense of normalcy and order that helped your brain to focus on the everyday parts of life as opposed to the falsehoods of meaningless compliments that people only said to you when you were in the middle of an anxiety episode.

Hearing about baseball and hockey stats as well as what groceries you needed to buy helped remarkably well. You calmed down relatively quickly given how badly this attack had started. You tilted your head, looking Bo in the eyes. Your eyes were full of a question that didn’t need to be asked but probably should be anyways. Bo, knowing how to read you by now, simply nodded. He met you halfway as you connected your lips. You shared a brief, albeit meaningful kiss. 

When you broke your lips apart, you held your hand out. "Of course I'll marry you."

You smiled, though it was a little awkward because you were still recovering from your anxiety attack, as Bo placed the ring on your finger. You moved your hand around, looking at the ring from every angle. It was a gorgeous ring. It was also simple and not very flashy. Which is something you had told Bo you wanted when the time came for him to finally propose. You weren’t a flashy or extravagant person so there was no need to have a flashy or extravagant ring. The thought of having an expensive or flashy ring made you really anxious. You were afraid that somebody would break in and steal it from you. And you didn’t want to live the entire rest of your life in fear that someone was going to break into your house to steal something from you. You had told Bo that that was no way to live. That’s why you were content with a small, simple ring. You didn’t have to live in a constant state of anxiety that some schmuck off the street was going to get the wise idea to break in one night and rob you of it. And the ring Bo had picked was exactly the ring you had been eyeing the last time you were in a jewellery store. So, it worked out even better.

Bo snapped you out of your thought by grabbing you by the chin with his thumb and forefinger. He tilted your face up so that you were looking at each other directly. Bo’s eyes flitted down to your lips and then quickly back up to look at you. You nodded as best you could with Bo holding onto your chin, a soft smile breaking out across your lips. Bo smiled back, dropping his hand away from your chin. He, instead, grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers. You huffed softly before you leaned forward and connected your lips with Bo’s. Bo smirked into the kiss, bringing his other hand up and resting it against your shoulder. The kiss was far more passionate than the first and you swore it could’ve gone on forever and ever. The only reason you stopped was because the puppy weaseled his way in between you and licked both of your noses. Bo laughed and booped the puppy on his nose. You made an amused noise and scritched the puppy's chest.

Bo turned back to you after you both spent a few moments playing with the puppy. "Sorry for surprising you. I know how you hate surprises."

"It's alright, Bo. It would've defeated the whole purpose if you told me," you responded, moving in closer to Bo.

At that moment, the puppy plopped himself down in between the two of you. You both scratched him behind either ear. He made a soft groan of appreciation, before falling fast asleep. He was snoring softly after a few moments which made both you and Bo chuckle bemusedly.

"What do we name him?" Bo asked, picking him up and placing him in your lap.

"Biscuit!" You replied with excitement. The dog responded to that, briefly opening his eyes and snuffling before he went back to sleep. "See! He likes that name." 

Your smile grew wider as your leaned down and gave Biscuit a kiss on the head. He snuffled again, his tail wagging against your knee. You lit up significantly, almost forgetting that you had had an anxiety attack a few minutes ago.

“Scratch that,” you said, a smile beaming on your face. “He loves that name.”

Bo just shook his head, chuckled, and waved a dismissive hand at you. "You're such a huge dork. You know that, right?"

"But I’m your huge dork," you replied, pointing to the ring on your finger as proof of that claim.

"Yes, yes you are."

[violettelueur]

— KUGISAKI NOBARA || MAYBE ANOTHER TIME

↳ featuring : kugisaki nobara from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues and spoilers for non-manga readers

↳ spoiler warnings : chapter 37-38

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 20 january

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 1.6k

↳ request : Hii!! May i request a Nobara Kugisaki x fem reader imagine, in which she has a crush on them and its obvious to everybody except her? Maybe throw in some angsttttt?? (This is the anon that requested smth similar to this)

↳ barista’s notes : let me admit, with the scenario i made, i don’t think i was able to put any angst into it ʕ ﾟ ● ﾟʔ but i hope you really like it! also the next imagine will be staring mr. gojo satoru - the man that has everyone leaving their significant others hehehe ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ but other than that, i hope you enjoy you cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come to the cafe again soon ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

“Itadori, Fushiguro, this is really important announcement that I have to make.”

Both of the mentioned sorcerers looked upon their classmate with utter confusion painted on their faces as they weren’t sure on the current reason why Kugisaki had commanded them to have a meeting together without you involved. However, Itadori and Fushiguro didn’t express any disagreements due to knowing how the female sorcerer could become when she got either annoyed or extremely irritated.

“I, Kugisaki Nobara, have a crush on L/N Y/N,” Kugisaki suddenly announced causing both of the boys to look at her with surprise before unexpectedly declaring to the weapons sorcerer, “we already knew that,” leading Kugisaki to look at Fushiguro and Itadori with widened eyes of utter shock before immediately slamming her hands on the table they were sitting at as she swiftly stood up.

“HUH?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ALREADY KNOW?” Kugisaki angrily shouted as she intensely eyed her two classmates trying to find the reason or reasons on how they already had knowledge of her unrequited feelings towards you.

“I can’t lie, your feelings are quite obvious Kugisaki,” Itadori carefully mentioned, as he didn’t want to anger the female sorcerer more to which he then continued by saying, “but I don’t think L/N knows about them at all,” leading Kugisaki to drop back into her chair as she then slumped on her chair in relief due to the salmon-haired boy’s comment.

While on one end, Kugisaki was extremely content on the fact that you have no acknowledgement of her feelings towards you but on the other hand, she was frustrated that her actions towards you weren’t getting through to you at all and that she was somewhat nervous to confess to you, leading to the orange-haired girl to groan in frustration to which was caught on by both Fushiguro and Itadori.

“I don’t think there is anything to be scared about,” Itadori quickly mentioned as he tried to calm his friend down before leading his statement with, “so what are you worried about?”.

“She’s worried that L/n is only attracted to men,” Fushiguro bluntly stated, causing Kugisaki to quickly look at the shikigami user with a death glare before instantly flopping back into the dis-hearted position she was in previously.

‘Don’t be too blunt, you idiot’

However, she couldn’t argue with Fushiguro, she was completely and extremely worried at the fact that you only were attracted to men. To be honest, your actions didn’t help either whenever the four of you were on missions together.

From what she could recall since the day she arrived at the capital, Kugisaki thought you were gorgeous the second she laid eyes on you when you stood between Fushiguro and Itadori in front of Harajuku Station and she wasn’t the only one. When everyone was making their way to Roppongi, you were stopped by quite a few modelling scouts along the way to which you, of course, rejected due to your occupation of being a first-year jujutsu sorcerer only for one of the scouts to become physical with his persuasion leading to your childhood friend Fushiguro to step in and help dissolve the situation.

‘Ugh, she probably likes Fushiguro’

However, other than your physical appearance, what Kugisaki loves about you the most was your determination and strength. She clearly remembered when you were with her and Panda during the Kyoto Sister School Goodwill Exchange event and you had somehow managed to defeat Muta so quickly despite being a grade lower than him causing her feelings towards you to only manifest even more than she had anticipated from the start.

“Fushiguro, what’s L/N type since you are her closest friend?” Itadori then curiously asked, as he wanted to help Kugisaki with the whole ‘feeling towards you but doesn’t know if you like females’ situation - but he also didn’t want to be a victim with her wrath like he had been many times before.

“She never really told me what her type was,” Fushiguro muttered as he continued reading his book that he had taken out in the middle of Kugisaki’s breakdown leading to Kugisaki to place her forehead on the table with shame as she began to recall that her two classmates right in front of her was no help at all - in fact, Itadori and Fushiguro were both useless when it came to the topic of you. 

“Ahhhh Fushiguro, she probably likes you,” Kugisaki muttered under her breath as she then lifted her head up to send other menacing death glare towards the sorcerer causing the shikigami user to somehow feel shivers as he felt the dark aura exhibiting from the girl’s body.

“Fushiguro is handsome, but that doesn’t make me like him at all.”

Suddenly, upon hearing that comment, Kugisaki shot straight up and quickly looked to the side, only to find you leaning forward across the table as you gape at your childhood friend before pulling the extra seat out that was next to your now flustered classmate leading to some questions to swim in your mind.

“What are you guys talking about now? I feel left out, to be honest,” you asked, as you took your seat leading to the trio to uncharacteristically become silent.

‘Now this is awkward….’

Breaking the silence, you couldn’t help but question your three classmates further since you managed to hear some parts of the conversation they were having when you were walking around. “Did I disrupt something, because I can leave if you want,” you kindly offered, as you began to lift yourself up from your seat as quickly as you sat down. However, before you could fully stand up, Itadori quickly exclaimed that you didn’t need to leave and that he actually wanted to ask a few questions to you.

“L/N, would you rather have a male or female as your significant other?” Itadori suddenly asked you, leading you to look at your friend with slight confusion displayed on your face before looking around the table only to find that everyone else was also interested in your anticipated answer - even Fushiguro seemed to be intrigued to your surprise.

“I don’t think that really matters, to be honest, I have no issue with gender at all,” you casually answered, leading to the trio internally sign in relief at your answer since Fushiguro and itadori didn’t want to see their friend disappointed, while Kugisaki realised that she still had a chance.

“Do you have a crush on someone right now?” Kugisaki questioned, trying to act natural and confident as she didn’t want to explicitly showcase any of her lingering anxiety in front of you.

“I do, but I’m scared that they might not even like me that way one single bit,” you replied with a light tone as you then playfully sighed in disappointment leading Kugisaki to counteract your statement in a frustrated tone, “what do you mean? I bet they really like you L/N a hell of a lot, it’s crazy to think otherwise!”.

“But what if she only likes guys though, ugh that’s such a drag,” you mentioned with extreme annoyance. However, this little statement of yours caused all three of the sorcerers with you right now to gape at you with broadened eyes.

‘Wait…’

‘She?’

‘ONLY LIKE GUYS?’

“L/N, YOU LIKE A GIRL?!” Itadori and Kugisaki screamed in shock, leading you to look at both of your energetic friends in extreme confusion before quietly commenting, “didn’t I just say that gender wasn’t an issue?”

“We can help if you want!” Itadori excitedly commented with a hint of shine in his eyes causing you to giggle slightly before saying, “thank you, but it’s fine, I’ll rather be friends with her than make things really awkward in the end,” leading to the lively duo to sit back down into their seats with a small pout on their faces.

“Why do you look so disappointed? That’s the reality of crushes you know, once you confess there is no going back no matter what answer you are given and it’s hella more awkward when they are the same gender as you when you get rejected,” you quickly explained as if you had experienced it - when in reality you haven’t at all.

“Yeah, but I like a girl as well, so we’re in the same boat,” Kugisaki confessed as she pointed at herself leading to you to look at her in shock as you didn’t accept your friend to be in the same situation as you. “I feel like she wouldn’t like me at all since I've given her some clues here and there but I do know that she likes girls, so I am kind of in the clear of that!” Kugisaki explained as she looked at you with hope in her eyes causing you to gently smile at her due to how cute she looked.

‘Ain’t she adorable?’

“Lucky you then,” you said with a small smile on your face as you turned to look at your other friends as they continued to ask questions about newly known crush leading you to answer them as briefly as possible since you didn’t want to reveal too much to them since you weren’t going to risk your secret to the girl that was next to you.

‘Maybe another time’ you and Kugisaki thought as you both continued to stare at the boys that were seated in front of you.

However, what they didn’t notice was how yours and Kugisaki’s hands were lightly brushing against each other under the table until you both unexpectedly linked your pinky fingers together causing a shy pale pink blush to appear on both your faces. 

‘Yeah, maybe another time’

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[ruzek-halstead]

i found my hand is holding yours

so this started as a drabble and was supposed to be hella short, but please enjoy 1.6k words of julie and luke being absolutely adorable. 

julie has been dealing with a persistent classmate who won’t take no for an answer, so luke accompanies her to their end-of-the-term party in hopes to get the point across. 

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"okay, so i have a really weird favour to ask.”

luke looked up from his guitar, arching a brow at julie's obvious distress. they had been at it for a few hours, trying to write a new song, but the motivation wasn't really flowing. ultimately they decided to separate and see what they could come up with on their own. it was a bit pointless since all luke could think about was the girl in the corner and all of his feelings for her.

"there are only a handful of things i wouldn't do for you, jules. so, shoot."

the apparent blush on her cheeks was unavoidable, so she pulled a few stray curls out from behind her ears. 

"would you mind coming with me to this end of term party type thing?" julie asked, hesitantly biting her lip. it wasn't that she didn't think he'd be up for it, it was just the uncomfortableness of the entire situation. "it's for everyone in our music program. but there's just this guy who isn't really getting the hint and i figure if —" luke's eyes snapped over to her nervous and fiddling figure as soon as she mentioned a boy. "i'll be there," he replied instantly. his limited motivation to continue strumming his guitar until he found a melody he enjoyed immediately disappeared, and all he could think about was that julie had been feeling uncomfortable lately, and he had no idea. "he's not like a bad guy or anything!" julie rushed to add, because she had a heart of gold and always sought the best in people. "he's sweet, really — sort of. he's just also very persistent and i'm not —" "you don't need to explain," luke told her, shooting her a lopsided grin to calm her nerves. "i'll be there." it was a blessing in disguise that the boys could now be seen by everyone, and not just when they were performing with julie. she would feel much more comfortable with luke by her side; he was her anchor, and it helped that he was so protective, that hopefully he would help get the hint across to her surprise suitor. she knew what luke was thinking; was it nick? and the answer was no. they were friends now, nothing more. but a few months back, a new student joined their program, and he was partnered with julie for a few exercises. she didn't think anything of it, being friendly and polite as per her usual. it seemed like somewhere along the way, he developed feelings for her and no matter how many times she said no to a date, he kept asking. something about persistence? julie hated it. he was still constantly polite and respectful, but the mere fact that he wouldn't take no for an answer was severely unnerving for her. she hoped him seeing her with luke would get the hint across that she wasn't interested (and if it led him to believe that she wasn't available, then so be it). the music program party was being held in the school gym, filled with games, snacks and of course, an open mic. even though julie was a tad bit nervous to attend, luke confidently grabbed onto her hand and quite literally dragged her into the gymnasium. "socialization is good for you, jules," he had said teasingly, to which julie squeezed his hand painfully. he shot her a wolfish grin in response. "i'm going to get us drinks, you good?" luke pondered, ducking his eyes to meet hers. he could tell how nervous she looked by the way she couldn't stop moving her hands, and it irritated him that someone was making her feel weary like this. "jules," he repeated, squeezing her hand. julie nodded, raising her chin in a more obvious display of confidence. "i'm good," she insisted. he pulled on their hands until he was out of her reach and hers dropped back down to her side. the gym was decently filled; julie recognized a number of familiar faces as she actively searched for flynn, who had shot her a message saying she was already here. as she was distracted searching through the crowd, she didn't notice the one person she was trying to avoid. his name was caden, and he was cute and sweet, but he was just not getting it. "hey julie! it's nice to see you!" his hands were shoved into the front pockets of his jeans as he rocked back and forth. "are you planning on singing tonight?" julie shot him a polite smile. she just didn't have it in her to be mean, but she knew if she was a bit more direct and aggressive, this entire situation might end here and now. "probably not. i don't plan on staying long." "oh," his eyes widened, and suddenly julie knew that was the wrong thing to say. "did you maybe want to go out after? coffee or something?" julie felt her panic start to climb its way up her throat; god, where the hell was luke? it's okay, she just had to let him down again. "uh, actually —" "here you go, jules!" julie almost screamed in relief when she heard luke's familiar voice. he slipped in next to her, bumping her hip clumsily. to the untrained eye, it looked like he was just being a walking hazard, but julie knew it was on purpose. he was a touch-oriented person, and his touch soothed julie; they both knew that. luke handed julie a cup of punch, and his gaze flitted to caden, who was staring at them with wide blue eyes. "oh hey! my name's luke, i'm in the band with julie." with his free hand, he reached over to shake caden's hand. caden looked surprised and a tad disappointed, but he was nothing but respectful to luke as he introduced himself. "i'm caden, one of julie's classmates." a comfortable silence passed among them as their focus was directed to the stage where one of their classmates was performing. luke could sense julie's tension and his free hand reached down for hers. he didn't outright tangle their fingers together but his pinky reached out to wrap with hers in a comforting gesture. it gave her the power to do whatever she felt comfortable with. unbeknownst to them, caden watched their entire interaction, and even though he was disappointed, only a blind person wouldn't see their obvious connection. it suddenly dawned on him why julie never seemed to reciprocate his intentions, and he couldn't believe he'd never caught on before (he saw their performances on youtube videos). "ah, so you two are...?" caden trailed off, unsure of what to label it. luke and julie glanced over at him, julie with furrowed eyebrows, and luke with a somewhat smug but innocent expression. "oh, we're not re—" julie started to say, but caden shook his head, smiling. "i should've figure it out sooner," he added, "i've seen the youtube videos. you can't fake that chemistry." luke pursed his lips at the use of the word chemistry. at one point, he'd deny it, but at this point? it would be an outright lie. julie, however, just looked confused. "sure, but that's no—" "it's okay julie, you don't have to explain," caden insisted. "i see the way he looks at you, and i get it now. i'll see you around," he smiled, waving before he walked away. luke awkwardly sipped his drink. he wasn't expecting to be put on blast like that. he couldn't exactly control his eyes and what they did when they looked at julie. she was the embodiment of beauty and music and perfection, and that was everything luke saw when he looked at her. if he was exhibiting 'heart-eyes' (as alex and reggie had told him multiple times), he couldn't stop it. "okay, well, i guess that worked," julie smiled, tapping her cup against luke's in cheers. "although, i wonder why he thought we were — you know." luke glanced over at her. she was watching the stage performance with such a sense of innocence that luke almost didn't want to burst her bubble. almost. "come on, jules," he chuckled, shaking his head when she turned to him with questioning eyes. "you know why." julie pursed her lips, holding his steady gaze. it was challenging because his eyes were absolutely gorgeous and intense, and clearly the way he looked at her made her feel things. sometimes she could feel his gaze on her while she played piano, or while she studied for a test or wrote excitedly in his (their) song journal. sometimes she would look over at him and he'd already be looking at her. and at first, he would look away in embarrassment, but now, he would hold her gaze, sometimes even going as far to send a smirk to really throw her off her game and fluster her. something had changed between them along the way and they both knew it. they just hadn't decided when was the right time to address it. the truth was luke could be ripped away at any moment; the thought caused julie to live in a constant state of paralyzing fear. and so, the time never felt right. "yeah," julie mumbled, reached for his hand again. "i do." julie didn't end up leaving early. she found herself in the corner of the gym, leaning against the wall with luke's arm wrapped securely around her shoulders. they watched performance after performance and they couldn't even be bothered to get up on stage and show them what a real duet looked like because they were so comfortable in each other's arms. and as julie tipped her head onto luke's shoulder, a sudden wave of exhaustion overtaking her, she knew caden never had a chance because her heart was already taken.

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[hunflowers]

Lake George

A/N: This is a little extra for my fic Skating Lessons! And she’s part of @helladirections’s Summer Feeling Challenge! So, I’m doing the boat ride challenge and i’d say she’s hella cute :D enjoy! *nose boops*

Going on a vacation together is a big step in a relationship.

At least in Harry’s mind it is, considering this was going to be the first time Y/N was going to join him and Abby for the annual Lake George trip.

End of June, early July, Harry, Abby, Harry’s mum and sister, and a few of Harry’s friends go on a week long getaway to Lake George in upstate New York. Of course this year Y/N would be tagging along because she’s Harry’s girlfriend.

And Harry is fucking nervous.

Y/N hasn’t met any of his friends really and he’s worried how she’ll think of them. Because he knows his friends take a little getting used to, to actually enjoy their company. But, she was insistent — if he was okay with it — she join, so she can feel like less of an outsider in his life.

Plus, Abby really wanted her there. And once Abby wants something, it’s hard for Harry to say no. His daughter is just too adorable and too innocent to deny her anything. Which, can be bad, but he doesn’t really have to worry about Abby turning out spoiled or anything because even as a five year old, she’s pretty humble.

She was insistent, saying she wanted Y/N to join so there’s more girls, and so she could be around someone she actually enjoyed. Though Nana and Aunt Gemma were a close second.

Harry was quick to make Y/N feel not pressured to go no matter how much Abby begged, because he knew she wanted to take things at her own pace. Y/N didn’t meet his mum or sister until four months after they made it official and was quite intimidated about the idea of assimilating into his social life.

Y/N never liked to think of herself as a shy person, and she’s slowly -- ever since Harry has been in her life -- becoming more open to people instead of closing herself off like she used to. “Do y’think they’re gonna like me?” was her main concern the entire plane ride over to New York, and then in the train to the lake, and then when they checked into their hotel.

“Baby, ask me one more time and m’gonna throw you in that lake,” Harry jerked his head to the window that overlooked the vast lake, a warning tone with a hint of humor etched across his face.

Y/N rolled her eyes, smacking him in the shoulder, 1) because he knew her lack of swimming skills and 2) because he hasn’t really provided her with an answer to ease her social anxiety. “Jerk, I’m just nervous.” She looked to Abby in her arms, rocking the little girl a little as she snoozed on her shoulder.

Harry set down their bags on the floor by the bed, before walking over to the extra cot and opening it up for Abby to sleep on. When it was finally set up, Harry walked over to his lovely girls, taking his daughter from Y/N’s arms and gently laying her down on the makeshift bed. He kissed her forehead after tucking her in before walking back over to his girlfriend who opened her suitcase to pull out her own pajamas to sleep in.

By the time they got to the lake it was about ten o’clock, plus jetlag was seeping through their systems and they couldn’t wait to knock out before their busy week ahead of them. 

Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as she stood upright against his chest, sighing into the feeling of him pressed against her, her eyes shutting slightly as the exhaustion took over her body.

Into her ear, he mumbles, “They’re gonna love you. I’m worried if y’g’na love ‘em.”

“If they make you happy, m’sure I will,” she hummed back, turning her head slightly so she could plant a soft kiss to his cheek. At the contact, Harry turned his head so they were face to face, just so he could secure a kiss on the lips.

“C’mon let’s get to bed,” he patted her bottom, leaving one last kiss to her shoulder.

❊ ❊

Y/N never should’ve agreed to coming.

Or, never should’ve agreed to getting on the boat for a little ‘fun.’

She was perfectly tanning on the little beach, reading a new book she brought with her until Harry and co. get back from their little adventure. It was going to be a perfect bonding time for her and Anne and Gemma, but no, nothing was ever that easy.

Abby and her sweet little face could convince the most stubborn of people to do anything, and that’s the only reason she agreed to leaving the safe space that is land. Did Harry in his tiny, white swim shorts have any influence? Hardly. Though, she found it difficult to look away from. Especially when they boarded the floating trap and he removed his t-shirt.

But, Y/N was so beyond nervous of falling overboard and drowning, even in the life jacket that Harry secured to her body. She hardly let her eyes wander out to the water surrounding them, getting nauseous at the sight of the vast lake and thought of all bad things that could happen.

She wasn’t even nervous about his friends anymore. They all get along pretty well, which is amazing. And that leaves more room for her to be anxious about the boat ride. 

Harry sat by her side the majority of the time, except for when it was his turn to take a ride out on the water for a little wake-boarding. Surprising to Y/N, he managed to stay balanced and pull off a few tricks here and there, except for when he completely wiped out by the end of his turn. Her initial instinct was to fear for his life when he dropped down in the water, a loud gasp escaping her throat as he sunk away from her line of vision. But, when his head popped back out of the blue and a smile was adorning his face, she felt just a little bit better.

When he came back onto the boat and sat back next to her, Y/N couldn’t help but pull him into her arms, and mutter “Had me worried for a second,” into his ear, causing him to squeeze her in return. Of course after ogling his wet skin and how tight his tiny, white shorts clung to his thighs. 

“Can’t get rid of me that easily, darling.” And then he smooshed her cheeks which puckered her lips, and kissed her briefly. “D’ya wanna go for a ride?”

Y/N let out a loud laugh at this, “Thanks, but I’ll pass.”

“How about tubing?” He pointed as one large raft was being set up now at the back of the boat. “All you gotta do is sit, and hope for the best.”

Y/N looked at him with a deadpan expression, blinking a couple of times. “You want to torture me don’t you?”

“Come on with me! If we wipe out, we do it as a team. Y’know, because we’re a team,” he smiled cheekily, batting his eyelashes the best he could at her. It isn’t hard to determine where Abby learned that from.

Everyone started to gang up on Y/N, telling her just how fun it’ll be, saying she’s wearing a life jacket and has no reason to fear. And Harry will always save her if anything goes wrong.

It’ll be fun, they said.

You won’t regret it, they said.

But, when her and Harry flipped over on a particularly rough turn, she did in fact, regret it. And it wasn’t fun.

She’ll admit that the moment her body collapsed onto the water, and her life vest kept her afloat, she wasn’t as terrified as she thought she’d be. That doesn’t make her any less right that she was perfectly fine with staying on the boat and watching everyone else enjoy the little adventure. 

When Harry popped back up out of the water, he was laughing his head off, pushing his floppy hair off of his forehead. Y/N splashed him, flipping him off as he continued laughing, waiting for the boat to come back around to pick them up. 

“See, y’survived, baby. Knew you would,” he grinned, earning another splash from her as he swam over to her. 

Abby was a giggling mess when she saw the state of Y/N and Harry, pointing her finger at the two of them as she recounted the events from her own perspective. There were a lot of hand gestures involved in between laughs, and in return, Harry jokingly picked up his daughter and held her over the water upside down.

This just made Abby squeal and laugh harder, no ounce of fear of being dropped anywhere in sight.

Y/N was envious, because Abby wasn’t even wearing a life jacket of her own and she seemed to be completely fine with dropping into the water -- not that Harry actually would.

After all of the more adventurous of the festivities, they all relaxed with the last couple of hours of rented boat time. And though Y/N shouldn’t exactly be drinking while out on the water, to submerge this underlying fear of hers, she needed to drink to forget about it. 

And, well, she did feel a little more relaxed after she got a bit of vodka in her system.

“So, Y/N, is H treatin’ ya well?” Niall, one of Harry’s friends asked, finishing off what seemed to be his third beer in an hour. It was impressive, and how he doesn’t even slightly fazed by the alcohol is even more impressive.

Taking a sip of her own drink, she nodded her head. “Very well. Nicest person I’ve ever met, honestly.”

“I know Abs is crazy ‘bout you. When Harry was first telling me about you, t’first thing he mentioned was how Abby was absolutely in awe of you. That’s the deal breaker for him, his daughter,” he gestured in the direction of where Harry and Abby had ventured off to.

They were both in the water, Abby on his back as he swam around. Harry sometimes ducked on the water, taking Abby with him, both of them popping back up and laughing as she tightened her hold on him. The sight of them two always warmed Y/N’s heart, and each time she saw their bond, it made her determined to stay in their lives for however long they’ll have her.

She loves watching them together and seeing how happy they are when they’re together. They’re best friends and Y/N can’t imagine either of them ruining the pure relationship they have together. And the love they radiate between each other is one that is unmatched, and Y/N wishes she loved someone like they loved each other.

Then it dawns on her.

“Niall, I think I’m in love with Harry.”

At the L-bomb, Niall couldn’t help but spit out the beer that was about to travel down his throat all over the deck of the boat, coating the area in front of him in the sticky substance. His eyes widened as his mouth dropped open into a wide smile, “Holy shit.”

❊ ❊

“Nana, you gotta come with us t’mo’row! It was so much fun!” Abby squealed as she was lifted off the ground, one hand in Anne’s and one in Harry’s as they swung her between the two of them.

Y/N trailed behind them, watching the three of them interact in a loving manner. Ever since her little epiphany from earlier, she hasn’t really spoken to Harry, and not in a bad way, but in a I don’t know how to cope with myself right now kind of silence. 

They’ve been together a total of eight months, and the L-word hadn’t ever really crossed over Y/N’s mind. She supposes it’s because she still has this underlying fear that he’ll up and leave her because he’s so far out of her league, but as days pass on and she gets to know this man more and more each day, she can’t imagine herself never wanting to be apart of his life anymore. 

Seeing him with Abby makes her yearn for a life like that with him, with kids of their own, married, bound to grow old together. And to get to that point, she has to admit to him and herself, that she really loves him.

Like, loves love him.

Harry noticed her silence about an hour ago after they docked the boat and went to dinner. He was confused as to why she had grown silent and he worried she was mad at him for pushing her to go tubing with him, but he also knows her well enough that, that isn’t something she could stay mad at. He also knows her well enough to know not to push her in a public setting, and that she’ll talk when she’s ready.

That’s why he suggests Abby stays with his mum and sister for the night so they could watch a movie or two together and catch up a bit since it’d been a little while since they spent a decent amount of time together. Though, Anne and Gemma knew he just wanted some alone time with Y/N because they also noticed her quiet attitude compared to the start of the day.

When they all departed, and Y/N and Harry headed to their room, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head -- his signature move to console her. “You okay?”

Y/N looked up to him, and nodded her head. “M’fine. Just had some things on my mind.”

“Like what?” He hummed, inserting the key to their room and waiting for the little green light on the handle before pushing open the door.

“Just... things,” she shrugged, mentally slapping herself in the face. She hated how nervous this newfound thought has made her, and she feels like she’s been thrown back to step one when it comes to being open around Harry.

He rose one eyebrow in response, “Uh, right. Do y’want to shower first?” He changed the subject, throwing his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the ensuite bathroom.

“No, no, you can go first,” she waved him off, kicking off her sandals and gathering her disgusting hair into a ponytail to get it out of her face.

Harry opened his mouth to say something else but he quickly shut it, deciding this was a conversation that needed to be had when he felt less sticky. Though, he zoomed as fast as he could in the shower because the anxious gut feeling over what’s wrong was eating him alive. 

When he came out of the bathroom in just his towel, he ruffled the ends of his hair quickly before pushing them up and out of his face. He was quick to notice Y/N was looking at her phone, a small smile complementing her face as she looked at whatever was on it. And his curiosity got the best of him as he wondered, “What’re you smiling at?”

Y/N looked up from her phone, the smile still nestled into her skin as she showed him the contents of her happiness. “I forgot I took these before.”

They were photos of him from the boat, a captain’s hat on his head that he had found in a little compartment under one of the benches. They were some of her newfound favorite photos of him.

Which only further solidified her love for this man.

That guy in the photos is her boyfriend, and the man she loves,

It’s crazy.

“Hey, I look pretty good,” he grins, flicking his nonexistent long hair over his shoulder.

Y/N hums back, bringing the phone back around to her eyesight, still staring at the photos she took. She also got a few of Abby that are absolutely precious. And all she wishes is that she gets to stay in this girls life for the rest of her life.

“Y/N,” Harry called, knocking her out of her lovestruck trance, making her snap her eyes to him as he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her a little worrisome. “Are y’sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, H. Honest.”

He gave her a pointed look at that, basically saying c’mon I know you better than that. “Was it m’friends? I know they can be a little... much, tha’s what I’ve been trying to warn you about.”

“No! No, I loved them, they were really great,” she spoke quickly, getting up from the armchair she was on, and standing in front of him.

“Is it because I pushed you into going on the boat today?”

“No--”

“I know I shouldn’t have, I’m really sorry--”

“Harry!” Y/N finally snapped, bringing her hands up to his cheeks and smooshing them together so he could stop talking for just one second.

“I’m in love with you.”

Silence loomed over them as Harry’s jaw fell slack and his eyebrows scrunched together. Y/N smiled down at him sheepishly, her hands moving down to his shoulders, tears swelling in her eyes as she really took in what she just said to him. She felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, her mind finally relaxing and taking its own deep breath as the truth was finally set free.

It felt like an eternity as they kept staring at one another, but Y/N didn’t mind. She could spend forever looking at him and never once would she get bored.

Her left hand came up to caress the underside of his jaw, her thumb grazing over the bit of stubble that sat on his face. To break the silence, she said it again, “I love you.”

“You love me?” He finally breathed, hands coming up to her hips and pulling her down to straddle his lap.

Y/N brought her arms up to wrap around his shoulders, a bigger smile than before worming its way up her face. “So much.”

“Holy shit,” and then he kissed her. He pulled her face quick against his, locking their lips in a passionate embrace fueled by love.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” he broke them apart, cupping her face in his hands as he kisses her cheeks, her nose, then her forehead.

“I fucking love you, Y/N.”

And then the tears swelled in her eyes again at his confession. She sat back just a little bit as her eyes bounced back and forth between his, now letting his truth dawn on her.

Before she could say anything else, he continued, “I’ve loved you for a while now. But, I wanted you to say it first. I knew if I did, you would’ve spiraled into a sea of darkness in that mind of yours. Needed you to say it first, needed you to do it without any pressure of saying it back.”

Fuck, she loves him so much.

And now the tears cascaded down her cheeks as she pulled him back to her in a heated kiss. They fell back against the mattress, Harry’s hands firm on her hips as they rocked back and forth with one another.

It was refreshing stepping into a new part of their relationship that has yet to be explored. It excited them both; To be able to love each other with no fears getting in the way. They were developing and evolving together and fuck, they love each other.

“I really wanna have sex,” Y/N muttered against his lips, pecking his soft lips once more. “But I really need to shower first.”

“V’got a solution,” he smiled, quickly sitting up and standing up with her legs wrapped around his hips. It was clear to say he was heading to the bathroom again, his intentions straightforward — and Y/N’s heart and lower region throbbed at the thought.

“M’gonna need another shower after we’re done anyway.”

[cryingoverafictionalcharacter]

Grand Gestures

Prompt: Fred Weasley x Reader: Y/N is many things, smart, funny, attractive, kind, they are all of things, but observant is not one of them. Y/N has a massive crush on Fred, and Fred returns their feelings and has been trying to hint at it for over a year, which has gone completely over your head. Finally, Fred decides enough with the little hints, and does something that will make you realize his feelings.

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff,, I think that’s it

A/N: So, I have COVID, yay, so to cope I’m probably going to be writing a shit ton more to cope, so if you have any suggestions feel free to leave them. Smut is allowed, and I write for other characters besides Fred so just LMK

Also I used they/them pronouns in this but there is a part that says that the reader sleeps in the girls dorm so there's that as well. If I missed wrote any pronouns LMK because I’m hella dumb and cant read.

It was the weekend, and the storm raging outside meant no quidditch practice, so what better way for a gaggle of Gryffindor's to spend the day in the common room trying to kill their ever-growing boredom.

You, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Fred and George Weasley and Dean Thomas were all currently splayed about the common room, either paired off to have more private conversations, or just laying on the floor, which you were currently doing.

“I’m so bored!” You suddenly shouted

“We know Y/N, its only the 5th time you’ve said it” Hermione said from the couch, where she was currently reading a book.

“I only say it because I’m suffering” You said from the floor, causing Hermione to roll her eyes, but still smile.

“Well find something interesting to do” She said, going back to reading her book.

You stared back up on the ceiling, trying to think of anything you could do. It was to rainy to go outside, the dining hall was closed, and you’ve already read all the muggle books you brought from home. After a few seconds you turned to look to your right, where Fred Weasley was laying beside you, his head at your feel, and George beside him, his head at Fred's feet, all three of you staring at the ceiling.

“Can you read Georges mind?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could look at the older twin, who was now looking at you with a confused look on his face.

“What?” He asked.

“Can you read Georges mind? It’s a simple question” You said like it was the most casual conversation in the world.

“No I can’t read Georges mind, why do you ask?” Fred said, now sitting up as well, intrigued by your weird question.

“I don’t know, don’t twins have like, freaky abilities or something? Have you ever tried?” You asked fully sitting up, causing Fred to look at you with a look that could only read as ‘what kind of weird muggle drugs is this bitch on?’ But he decided to humor you, looking over at George.

“George, I’m looking at a color, what is it” Fred asked, causing the younger red head to furrow his brows in concentration.

“Yellow” George said, earning a head shake from Fred.

“It was Blue, guess that answers that question” Fred said looking back at you.

You furrowed your brows, looking around the Gryffindor common room, which was pretty full of Reds and Yellows, trying to find the blue he was seeing.

"Blue?” You asked looking at the older red head.

“Your sweater dummy” Fred said laughing, making you look down and laugh as well.

“Why my sweater?” You asked.

“It looks cute on you” He said, making you smile and blush a bit as you looked down at your hands, which in turn made you miss the thumbs up George was giving Fred, which he quickly slapped away.

“Why thank you” You said, appreciating the compliment but not thinking much of it. You did fancy Fred, but he was nice to everyone, so you were sure the compliment was only that.

“It looks like the rain is letting up a bit, you guys want to stop by Hogsmeade?” Harry asked looking at the group, who nodded eagerly.

“Yes! I would kill for a butterbeer right now” Ron said, already standing and practically running to the door, the rest of the group following.

About ten minutes into your walk, you realized that you should have brought a coat, your knit sweater not doing a whole lot to protect you from the cold. You shoved you crossed your hands under your arms and tried to focus on the walk and not on the wind that was causing goose bumps to rise on your skin.

Fred noticed, having put on a coat before he left, but he didn’t bring it for himself. He knew you got cold easily and were also to stubborn to bring a jacket anywhere, so he brought it along just in case. 

“Here” He said, grabbing your attention and slipping off his jacket, holding it out to you.

“Won’t you be cold?” You asked looking at the article of clothing, and then at Fred.

“Nah, I run hot” He said. You looked at him skeptically, before giving in and taking his jacket, slipping it on and instantly being enveloped in warmth.

“Thank you” you said, a smile crossing both of your faces. This wasn’t the first time Fred has offered you his jacket, but all you thought was that he was probably just being nice, he would probably do the same for anyone.

In reality, seeing you in his jacket made Fred’s heart pick up. He thought you looked cute in his clothes, your face blushing from the cold. He smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, continuing their trek to the village.

“No problem” He said.

Your first stop when you got to Hogsmeade was Honeydukes, seeing after a stressful week of classes, you in some desperate need for some chocolate frogs. As you walked into the store, Fred’s are slipped from around your shoulder so you could move around the store more freely, which made your heart sink a bit, but seeing how cramped the store was it was definitely necessary. However, before you were even fully in the store, Hermione suddenly grabbed your arm.

“Oh my god, they have a new bookstore across the street! Can we please go see, I know you’ve read all your books from home and you may find something you like” Hermione said, making you smile at her excitement.

You looked into the shop to see Fred and George, George laughing at something Fred said or did, and I guess he didn’t like whatever it was because he was currently glaring at his younger twin. You made eye contact and you made a hand signal letting them know you were going across the street. They nodded in your direction, letting you know they understood, and then you were on your way across the street.

When you were fully out of the store, George started laughing again, making Fred hit his arm.

“Would you knock it off! I’ve tried everything I can think of!” Fred said, making his brother laugh even harder, this time causing some people in the store to look over.

“My dear brother, I think Y/N’s great, I do, I love them like a family member, but they are absolutely clueless. You need to step up your game.” George said, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Luckily for you, I have a plan for you”

“Really?” Fred asked, suspicious of what George had planned.

“Yep, I got Hermione working on it now”

The bookshelves seemed to go on forever, lined with thousands of books. You didn’t know where to begin, so you just started wandering the isles, trying to find things that sounded interesting. So far you had a book on magical creature care, and a book about a young witch who saves her true love. It sounds corny, but also like it might be good.

“So” Hermione said from beside you suddenly “I noticed you and Fred are getting pretty close, what's that about?” Hermione asked as casually as possible. In reality, she's been watching Fred drop subtle hints that he liked you for almost a year, and at this point it was getting a little hard to watch you not get the hints, so she and George made a plan to push things along.

“Oh, I was cold so he gave me his jacket. He was just being nice” You said, face heating up at the subject, which Hermione noticed.

“Do you fancy him?” She asked, causing your eyes to snap from the bookshelves to hers.

“I... I guess... why do you like him? Because if you do I can-” You started but Hermione shook her head violently interrupting you.

“Oh god no, not that there's anything wrong with Fred I just... Have someone else in mind. Anyway enough about that, so you do like him?” Hermione asked again, to which you nodded.

“What do you like about him?” She asked, adjusting her bracelet, which was actually a charm she and George came up with. It allowed the person that was wearing the other charm to hear what the other person was saying. Basically just a magic Walkie Talkie, but you didn’t know that, and that Fred and George were currently listening.

“Well you know, he’s really funny, and not in a mean way, but in a way were everyone thinks its funny. Even his pranks are pretty well intentioned, unless they’re at Snape which I can understand” You started, leaning against the bookshelf, meanwhile Fred had a giant smile on his face from across the street.

“And he’s so nice, like when I first met him I was really shy, and he introduced me to all these people and encouraged me to be myself, and he’s the reason I’m friends with all of you.” You continued, Hermione nodding to what you were saying, showing she was listening.

“And he’s just... so nice to look at, like he’s tall, and his freckles are adorable, and his smile gives me butterflies, and his hair looks so soft, and I once saw him without a shirt because George gave him a dare or something, and bitch... quidditch is the best thing to ever happen, he has such good abs.” You finished, causing George to let out a laugh, which could be heard through the bracelet, but Hermione covered it up with a cough, covering the bracelet with her sleeve and cutting off the connection to the other charm.

“I didn’t know you liked him so much” Hermione said smiling. “I think he might fancy you as well you know” She said, to which you shook your head.

“No, I don’t know if I’m his type, he’s just being nice” You said

Meanwhile across the street.

“See, I told you they liked you back, now will you go tell them?” George asked Fred, who currently had the most ridiculous smile on his face.

“Yeah I will” Fred said, looking out the store window, and into the shop across the street. Looking at you. 

By the time you and Hermione were done at the bookstore, it was time to head back. You didn’t end up getting your chocolate frogs which was a little disappointing, but you had four new books to read, and seeing you still had another day of the weekend, that will most likely be rainy, you couldn’t wait to start reading them.

You and Hermione met the rest of the group outside Honeydukes before making your way back. On your way back you were clinking your two of your new books to your chest, Fred offering to carry some as well, and talking to Fred about how excited you were, which made him smile. He loved how your face lit up when you talked about something you were passionate about. Before you knew it, you had made your way back onto the campus, and into the common room.

“Whelp, that was fun, now I’m going to sleep for the next twenty hours” Ron said, making the group laugh.

“I’m pretty tired too, see you guys tomorrow” Hermione said, cutting off from the group as well.

“I think I’m going to start one of my books. See you guys tomorrow?” You asked the rest of the group.

“Yeah sounds good”

“See you tomorrow” Dean and George said, heading towards the boys dorm.

“Oh Y/N” Fred said, stopping you and handing you your other books that he carried for you.

“Oh, thank you! Sorry you really didn’t have to carry them if you didn’t want to” You said.

“Oh hush I wanted to” He said smiling ‘Oh, and I think you should start with the green one, it looks interesting, see you later” Fred said, before headed to the boys dorm, leaving you to head to yours.

When you walked in you set your books down and went to change your clothes, realizing you were still wearing Fred’s Jacket. You held the jacket out and smiled before bringing it to your face and taking a breath in. It smelled like fireworks and cinnamon. Like him.

You put the jacket on your bed and went to go to your trunk, when you noticed something sticking out of one of your new books, the green one about magical plants.

You picked up the book and opened the cover to find a folded up piece of paper. You unfolded and read the parchment.

‘Meet me at the astronomy tower in an hour, I want to tell you something’ the paper said.

You knew it was from Fred, you could recognize his handwriting anywhere, still why would he need to talk to you... in the astronomy tower? Regardless of why he might want to talk to you, the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy, and all you wanted to do was watch the clock until it was time to meet him.

As you made your way up the steps on the astronomy tower, you could see lights coming from the landing. You carried Fred's jacket over your arm, thinking it would probably be best to return it. However, you almost dropped it when you walked into the room.

The room was glowing, the light from the moon illuminating the whole room. A couple of blankets were laid out on the floor, along with some candles, chocolate frogs, and Fred, who was now smiling at you.

“About time you showed up” He joked, but you barely heard him, to mesmerized by the room.

“What's all this?” You asked, walking over to where Fred was standing.

“Well its for you” Fred said, the confidence in his voice faltering a bit at your lack of a reaction. He was about to explain some more, when you spoke up.

“You did this for me? Why?” You asked, finally looking him in the eyes, a confused look on your face.

“What do you mean why?” Fred asked

“Is it my birthday and I forgot?” You half joked, wondering if you might have missed something.

“No, its not your birthday” Fred laughed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I did all this because I wanted tonight to be special” He said, waiting for you to finally put all the pieces together.

“Again, why?” You asked, causing Fred to mentally face palm.

“Because I like you, you dummy!” Fred finally said, looking at your face for a reaction.

“Like as a friend or-” You asked, but before you could come up with something else to say, Fred had taken his hands out of his pockets and closed the space between you, cupping your face and pressing his lips to yours.

Time seemed to stop as you felt him kiss you, before you finally dropped the jacket you were holding, and moved your arms to rest around his neck, deepening the kiss, only for his to pull away, much to your disappointment.

“Not as a friend” Fred said, making you smile.

“Well, I’d hope not after that” You said smiling as Fred lead you over to the blankets on the ground, taking a seat.

“Chocolate frogs?” You asked, picking up one of the packages, a huge smile crossing your face.

“Yeah I know they’re you’re favorite” He said, who was also smiling, but because of your reaction.

“So wait, you fancy me? For how long?” You asked, making him laugh.

“For over a year! I’ve been trying to give you hints all this time and you just never picked up on it, and I was too nervous to ask you out directly, so I just kept hoping you would notice” Fred said, making your face heat up.

“So what made you tell me tonight?” You asked, this time Fred getting flustered, a tint dusting his face.

“Hermione and George got sick of watching you not notice and me not make a move, so they made a charm and... I heard that you liked me too”

“Wait, so in the library when Hermione asked me-” You started, to afraid to finish the sentence.

“Yeah” Fred said

“Oh my God! How much did you hear?” You practically yelled making Fred laugh.

“All of it” He said, causing you to hide your face in your hands.

“I’m going to kill them” You said, before feeling Fred’s hand gently pull your hands away from your face.

“I thought it was cute” He said, making you give him a look of suspicion.

“You promise this wont change the way you view me for the rest of our lives” You asked, making him laugh again.

“I promise” He said, making you laugh before he closed the space between you two again, this time your hands moving to his face to deepen the kiss more, his hands moving to rest on your waist. The kiss was just starting to get a bit more heated when-

“So you think I have nice abs?” Fred asked, breaking away from the kiss and laughing when you swatted his shoulder.

“I swear to god!”

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A/N: I hope you guys liked it! Even if its kind of cringey lol. Feel free to leave any notes or requests <3

[kim-bobbae]

7. “I dreamt of you last night.”

Ok it’s been WAY too long, and by that I mean YEARS since I’ve written any smut so I hope this will be a decent read at the very least... I just wanted to get it out ASAP since it’s been sitting in my inbox for the longest time. Heh.

You woke up to the faint sound of rain pattering against your window and you couldn’t help but let out a small smile as you stared blankly at the outdoors through the small gap between your curtains. It was the perfect weather for a Saturday morning, even more so when there was absolutely nothing planned for the day. The past week had been more exhausting than you’d like and for once in a very long time, you decided that you wanted nothing more than to laze the day away – no lunch appointments, no gym classes, no nothing. 

Letting out a sound between a whine and a groan, you stretched lazily, not even noticing the figure that had been laying behind you until a pair of arms wrapped themselves around you from behind you could’ve sworn you were this close to shrieking out of pure shock had it not been for the tattoos that looked all too familiar. 

“Good morning,” He mumbled sleepily, pulling you nice and snug against his chiseled body. He then closed his eyes, allowing one of his hands to slip under your loose camisole, his fingertips barely grazing the underside of your breasts. 

“What brings you here?” 

“I miss you, that’s all.” 

With a bit more free time on his hands these days, Jay had been spending it on his music, managing his labels, working out and impromptu dinner dates whenever your work schedule allowed for it. However, every so often on the weekends, you’d wake up to him sleeping soundly beside you despite being absolutely sure that you had fallen asleep alone the night before. You were not complaining, though, because most of the time you stood to benefit…your newfound habit of sleeping in just your underwear self explanatory. 

“Weren’t you working on something with Woogie?” 

“Yeah but we decided to continue tomorrow so I thought I’d drop by, but you were asleep by then so…I helped myself,” He explained, blowing raspberries at your neck to which you giggled in response. 

“Slept well?” 

“Mhmm,” He hummed, dotting your neck with light feathery kisses down to your bare shoulders. “I dreamt about you last night.” 

You reached a free hand behind to caress his cheek, thumb drawing circles across his flawless skin, “And what were we up to?” 

“Nothing much, but you know…” He trailed, then let out a low chuckle as his hands travelled further upwards to cup your breast, giving it a playful squeeze. 

“I would love to, but I’m sleepy…” 

“Then I’ll do the work,” He said as he began attacking you with kisses, pressing his body closer against yours. 

For a while he continued spooning you, one of his arms positioned under your neck while the other reached southwards and into your panties to palm your vagina. Your legs parted slightly – an almost instinctive reaction – and you shamelessly melted into his intimate touches, the softest of moans escaping from the back of your throat as his teeth joined in on his kisses, nipping at the uncovered skin on your upper back and leaving dark, purplish spots in its wake. 

“Ride it,” He whispered as the heel of his palm stilled at your clit and the way you obliged obediently had his dick perking up, a smirk finding its way to his lips. 

You moved your hips in slow, circular motions, taking in the pleasure you drew from the pressure that he was applying on your sensitive bundle of nerves each time you pressed your hip fully against his contact. Then, you took the opportunity to rub your butt cheeks against his arousal that was prodding at you from behind by now each time your hips circled back and he was obviously enjoying this, licking his lips in approval before whispering sweet nothings into your ear and that throaty, morning voice of his had your folds getting wetter by the second. 

“You’re hella wet,” He snickered, smearing the liquid that was leaking from your entrance to coat your clit. 

“Then quit playing and stick it in,” You panted with no care in the world at how needy you sounded. 

He let out a low chuckle, pulling down his boxers just enough for his dick to spring out before pulling your panties aside and very slowly slipped it in, drawing a long contented sigh from you at the feeling of his length filling your core. His free hand gripped at your breast, elbow pressing your body against his to hold it in place as he thrusted against you, the first low moan escaping his lips. 

It started off nice and slow, deep breathing and the occasional moans the only sounds that penetrated the silence in the room and compared to the usual bed creaking sex that the both of you enjoyed, too, the intimacy felt nice for a change – pressed close against your back, his uneven breathing that was filling your ears, gentle touches as he went from teasing your nipples to rubbing your womanhood...boy was he driving you off the edge, fast. 

“Jay…w-wait-” You barely managed, holding onto the wrist of his hand that was working on your increasingly hypersensitive clit. 

He chuckled, then took the hint and flipped you over, giving you a second’s breather before he thrusted into you again, harder and faster this time around. He had your feet in the air as he rested your ankles against his shoulders, pushing himself deep inside you, reaching depths you never knew existed that left you a loud, moaning mess. You had completely given up on any form of control by now as you laid there, completely vulnerable to his touches as you left him to go from manhandling your breasts to smacking your ass – anything he wanted, really, while you admired the perfect being that he was through half lidded eyes. 

The loud sound of skin slapping against each other echoed through the walls of your bedroom, drowning out the whimpers from you which had him biting down on his lip in an attempt to keep himself together. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt your climax approaching, your hand reaching down to rub yourself to which he found sexy as hell, especially with the way your erect nipples formed little peaks through the thin cloth of your silk camisole, moving up and down together with your breasts that bounced violently from the speed at which he was going. 

“Fuck,” He rasped, lusting at the sight before him that snapped the very last strand of restraint he had in him. 

He plowed relentlessly into you, grunting as he felt your muscles contracting against his and you came soon after, back arching as you threw your head back into the pillow while your legs shivered in his tight grip. You milked him dry, his nails digging into the flesh at your thighs as he muttered a string of profanities, his eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to gather his last bit of consciousness to ride out your orgasm before he collapsed on top of you, breathless and too spent to care about the sticky mess that was leaking out of you and onto the sheets. 

“You alright?” You asked after a good minute, stroking his hair as he sighed in the crook of your neck. 

“I’m…fucked out,” He said, finally pulling out of you and rolling over to lie on his back beside you. 

You laughed, giving him an appreciative kiss on the cheek, “Well you said you’d do all the work…” 

“That’s it? That’s all I get for all my hard work?” 

“Well what do you want me to do? You’re the one who volunteered...” 

“Oh c’mon, I deserve a proper kiss at the very least,” He whined, then wasted no time pulling you to lie on top of him where he latched his lips on yours, making it clear that he was bent on getting what he wanted, especially after all he did to please you bright and early in the morning.

[angelicmichael]

Pretty Please

Jim Mason x reader

Summary: Jim and Reader decide to throw a christmas party but get distracted while trying to do so. Christmas fic!!

Words: 2.5k+

Warnings: Hella sexual tension, no smut but almost smut?? Very sexually suggestive hehe, fluff with no plot basically, SO much fluff its gross

A/N: based off this prompt I found in a christmas prompt list 'Making out under the christmas tree because the lights reflecting in their eyes just looked too ethereal for them not to kiss them until they lost their breath' sorry I cant find the specific prompt list this came from. Jim and Reader are both 18+, and this is kinda canon rewrite?? Basically as if the ending in ttopv didnt happen and Jim actually lived.. and got a gf haha. ALSO loosely based on the song 'pretty please' by Dua Lipa. Enjoy 💖 read the tags for more thots

You felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you once you entered the apartment.

The minimalistic decorations that once adorned the small apartment you and Jim owned were now paired and even doubled with new, shiny, Christmas decor. The last thing you were expecting to come home too was christmas decorations, to be completely honest. You knew the decorations were new because prior moving in together- you two had nothing.. christmas decoration wise anyway.

Saying that Jims childhood and even high school years were rough was definetly a understatement; you were thankful you didnt have to see him in that state and that you met him after that time.

You only met his parents once; well his mom anyway and almost immeadietly you knew why it took him so long for him to introduce you to her.

She was a fucking nightmare.

She told you immeadietly about Jim's dark past, probably in a lazy attempt to scare you off. She told you about Jim's father, the drugs, and even the drug overdose that nearly killed him. That didn't scare you off - but what it did do was break the final fucking straw for Jim who happened to overhear everything she said.

He hadn't talked to his mom since.

Medina frequently came over, she was practically your best friend and stayed incredibly close with Jim. In fact, you were supposed to see her in roughly a hour... along with a handful of other Jim and yours close friends.

With Christmas being so soon you and Jim decided to have a spontaneous christmas party. The idea was to decorate together but.. apparently Jim had other plans.

There was a wreath on the front door for one, and multi colored lights and Garland that were kept nearly on every surface of the house. Smaller christmas related knickknacks were placed too on the dining and coffee tables. It looked beautiful. You couldnt believe Jim would do this all for you, you meant to help but work unfortunately ran short so you had to cover a coworkers shift.

The entire living room was kept pretty dark and dim, only candles and the soft lighting from the christmas tree lights allowed you to see at all- but it was still enough. It was romantic if anything.

Jim didnt say anything as he came out to the living room to greet you. He stayed silent, watching you and your reaction as you spun around - trying to admire the apartment from every angle possible.

As you continued to keep walking in the apartment and admiring Jim's work, you couldn't help but dumbly giggle.

"Jim; dont get me wrong, I love the apartment but why didnt you just wait for me"? You marveled.

He smiled shyly, a light blush coating his cheeks.

"I wanted to spend as much time with you that I could when you got back before people started to show up for the party". He admitted, sounding slightly bashful and shy as he spoke.

He approached you, and you couldnt help but to feel butterflies at the closer he got. You dont know why you were suddenly starting to feel nervous at doing a act so simple; like kissing your boyfriend. Perhaps it was because normally when you two kissed or showed affection it was done so quickly and without second thought; it wasnt 'special'. You weren't blaming Jim for that either, you knew that was typical in long term relationships. However - tonight he was actually taking the time to be with you. It was beyond romantic.

He looked delicious. His hair wasnt messy but it wasnt kept up enough to look like he brushed it recently, yet it still managed to look so soft. You were yearning to run your fingers through it.

Once you were within arms reach, he quickly enveloped you in a hug. Forcing you to inhale his scent while you quickly buried your nose in his jacket, trying to take him all in.

He smelt like a hint of weed, but mostly like the ocean. You suspected he must've went surfing a while ago.

Even though the apartment was decorated for christmas and it was currently Winter; the air was still warm, maybe even a little muggy. The sun had finally decided to set, just sinking below the far off treeline - making the sky in a state of in between. Not dark but not quite light out either.

In the part of California you and Jim lived in, it only dropped about 10 degrees in the winter. You wore a warm cardigan since you came just home from outside; along with a pair of jeans and cozy boots that seemed to be your go to outfit in the winter.

Jim on the other hand wore a tight fitted dark navy shirt under his typical Jean jacket which you gently clutched onto.

"I missed you. I hate when you have to work during the holidays". You heard him softly grumble, which made you giggle.

You slowly moved, you backed your head up just enough so that your faces were now right next to each other. You bumped noses - you considered kissing him for a split second but you chose not too. Instead ghosting your lips over his; and gently resting your forehead together.

"Why? It's not like today is a holiday or anything". You asked, a playful tone apparent in your voice.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt Jim's lips inch closer, you could nearly taste his breath. Minty mostly, and warm on your lips.

You suddenly were itching to kiss him, unconsciously moving forward to ease the growing tension between the two of you. You jumped a bit when you felt a hand start to rub your back, quickly relaxing when you realized it was just Jim being handsy. You heard Jim's voice, even though you were incredibly close to him, it was so soft you could still barely hear it. A quiet, sultry whisper.

"It doesnt matter if it's a holiday or not". Jim started, he backed up a bit.

Just enough to make eye contact with you, now gently cradeling your face in his hands.

"This is the first Christmas season I've had where I'm not in between my parents trying to break up a fight. I'm so thankful I get to spend it with you, I just wish I had met you sooner". Jim said, with a shy blush starting to dust his tan cheeks again.

By the time he finished talking you were beaming. Pure happiness and joy was coursing through your veins as you stepped forward and fully enveloped yourself in him, your hands grasped his shoulders to steady yourself while your lips feverishly and slowly met his.

Jim's hands quickly adjusted, moving from your face down to your waist. His fingers gripped your skin tightly; the slight pain made you moan. It didnt really hurt persay but you knew your skin would be purple and sore tommorow. However, in this moment you didnt really care about how your skin would look - you just wanted him.

Jim kissed you menacingly slow; his lips working against yours so slowly in a deliberate attempt to make you frustrated and it was working. Your fingers flexed into his shoulders as you let out a throaty moan. You broke the kiss and let out a hiss,

"Stop fucking teasing". You spoke, titling your head slightly and arching your neck out - trying to hint to Jim that you wanted him to start kissing down your neck.

However; that's not what he fucking did.

Instead of feeling Jim's soft warm lips on your neck, you felt his wet tongue lick a fast stripe down your neck - most likely tracing a vein. You yelped and jumped, only realizing after how stupid you probably looked for getting startled. Jim was laughing too, fucker.

"What the fuck, Jim"?! You asked, laughter mixing in with your voice.

Jim giggled before quickly leaning in and stealing another slow kiss from you before mumbling against your lips;

"As much as I would love to sit here and make out with you all day.. we have business to attend too".

He pulled back suddenly, his lips up turning in a smile as if he knew what exactly he was doing.

"Business"? You mused.

"Yes. We have company coming over in 30 minutes, love" Jim reminded you.

You rolled your eyes, completely unamused.

"Do they have to come"? You whined.

"Yes. They do. Now c'mon make yourself useful". Jim said.

He turned around, grabbing a box that sat idly in the living room which you didnt notice previously. Opening it, he pulled out a ornament. You dumbly smiled, knowing exactly what this meant. He approached you, ornament in hand with a corny smile on his face.

"I decorated everything but the tree. I wanted to save something for us to decorate together". Jim stated.

"Your such a sap". You said fully laughing.

You grabbed one of the ornaments out of the box and walking up to the tree. You felt dumb for not noticing how bare the tree was before. No ornaments, no lights, no tinsel.. nothing. Well, nothing execpt for the one shiny ornament that you had just hung on one of the branches right center in the tree.

The one ornament on the tree quickly doubled, and then tripled until the tree was fully adorned with ornaments. You and Jim (mostly Jim) hung a string of lights around the tree. Making the already ambience scene in your living room even more cozy and romantic.

"This was a good idea, babe". You said, quickly kissing him.

You quickly checked the time, there was still 20 minutes before anyone was supposed to show up.. An idea popped up in your mind.

A wonderful, awful idea.

You were already standing comfortably close to Jim; you turned casually around and place your hand square on his chest.

"Its too bad we finished decorating so early, hmm"? You purred.

You didnt dare take a step forward; you knew Jim would make the next move and sure enough he did. He took steps closer to you.

You cheeks were slightly rosy, with the slight embarrassment you felt from suddenly taking the reigns and being in control. Needless to say this wasnt something you were really used too.

"We still have the tinsel to put up, you know". Jim chuckled lightly.

You looked down for a split second and looked back up into his circealean blue eyes, batting your eyes at him.

"Or.. you know, theres something else I can think of we can do that's less boring". You said.

You let your hand slip and travel from his chest up to his shoulder, feeling the muscle that lie underneath your hands as you took your other free hand up to his other shoulder. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard Jim groan.

It's not like you two have never been intimate before; that was far from the issue. Even though you knew Jim for fucking ever and you two have had sex countless of times - he still managed to give you butterflies.

That's how you knew he was the one for you. Even after all this time he still seemed to make you nervous and blush.

"Is that what you think"? You heard Jim say. His voice lowered in a husky manner.

You felt his arms quickly grab you as he gently pushed you onto the ground. He pinned you on your back; his hands on your shoulders as he softly panted above you. His face hovered right above yours - and his legs on your thighs. Not that you were complaining but you certainly couldnt leave or escape even if you desired too.

You merely giggled beneath him at this realization, not really wanting to switch from this position at all.

It sounded incredibly corny but you honestly wouldnt be surprised if you had took a brief visit to heaven. You felt pure, unfiltered ecstasy as you looked into Jims eyes.

The aroma from the pine tree that was directly above you and Jim filled your senses; the smell along with the candles set the atmosphere perfectly. Ornaments hung directly above you two, the rainbow lights from the tree reflecting in Jim's light blue eyes.

Because of the nature of how light Jim's eyes were, typically seeing reflections of other objects or anything really in them was close to impossible... but, maybe it was the already dark lighting in the room or a bit of christmas magic that made seeing the lights in Jim's eyes possible.

It made the already beautiful man look nothing but ethereal. You were left speechless as you could do nothing but stare, and get lost in his eyes.

You couldnt help but feel how lucky you were to even be in this situation, how lucky you were to be loved by him.

You could do nothing execpt for smile cheesily and blush at your new realization. Instead of craning your neck awkwardly to reach his lips, you chose to be smart and innovative instead, by taking one of your hands and pushing his head into yours - gently of course.

His lips met yours and you nearly moaned from the anticipation. You kissed him slowly, relishing in the feeling of being on the floor with non other than Jim Mason. You knew for a fact you would never do this with anyone else, nor did you even want to spend the time thinking about doing so.

His lips were warm and soft - not chapped in the slightest. They danced perfectly with yours; making separating for air almost a painful and undesired act.

When you separated, Jim still didnt let up off of you. He remained on top, breathless. His lips were swollen and pink, and were his cheeks. His eyes still looked beautiful, but even more so now that his pupils were dilated.

You heard him let out a soft, shallow growl. Bending down swiftly, almost animalistically, to the side of your mouth to give you a quick kiss. His lips ghosted and drifted down over your jaw; until you felt them meet your neck in gentle soft kisses.

Your mouth fell open, your fingers gripping the soft tree skirt below you that was riddled with tree nettles.

"Jim, wait". You spoke, barely even able to get the words out of your mouth without moaning.

You saw his head immeadietly snap up, those gorgeous blue eyes meeting yours again.

"Arent we having company over in like.. 10 minuets"? You asked, laughing.

You noticed Jim let out a brief chuckle as well before replying.

"Ugh, your right but if only I could bring myself to get off of you, baby". He spoke, gently attacking your neck in slightly more aggressive kisses than what you were typically used too. Although, you certainly weren't complaining.

You felt Jim slightly push his hips into yours, you automatically opened your legs - wrapping them around his waist and lower half. He gently started to grind into you; and there was no point in even trying to bite down or mask your moans at this point. All you felt was pure, unfiltered love for the man who was on top of you.

"I love you, Jim".

~

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[cutelittlestar]

Unconditional Love || Peter Parker x Reader

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: While on a mission, you get exposed to an unknown substance, causing you to fall in love with the infamous soldier, Bucky Barnes. Peter, on the other hand, gets extremely jealous and angry, wishing that he was the one you fell in love with. 

Word Count: 5.9k

Warning(s): swearing, angst, fluff mentions of blood and pain, fem!reader, avengers!reader, physical fighting, sad petey :( 

A/N: I was hella bored, so I wrote this imagine for you guys. Hope you enjoy this story!

*gif is not mine

“Where are they?” Peter asked in a panic tone as he paced around the room, biting his fingernails. You and Bucky were sent on a mission a few hours ago, but both of you should’ve been back by now. As the sun was slowly disappearing, horrible scenarios started to develop in Peter’s mind, and he feared that something terrible happened to you or Bucky. What if you were hurt? What if you or Bucky couldn’t escape? What if you were captured? Peter thought to himself. For a short moment, Peter feared that you were killed, but he quickly got rid of the thought, not wanting to think of the dreadful possibility. Peter couldn’t lose you, not like this. Peter pulled his hair in frustration, hating that he couldn’t do anything but wait. You and Peter were friends since high school, and you were the best thing that happened to him; he didn’t want to live in a world without you, and his heart burned, hating that he couldn’t confess his deepest secret to you before you left. 

“You need to relax, Peter,” Steve stated, attempting to ease him; Peter was pacing around the room for what seemed like hours, but Steve couldn’t blame him, he had every right to be worried. However, Steve had to remain strong for the sake of his team. 

Peter quickly turned around, irritated that Steve and the others were sitting down and not expressing the same fear he had. “How can you remain calm?” Peter said in disbelief, growing hot by the second. Tony, Nat, Steve and the other briefly looked at one another, not knowing how to respond. While all of the Avengers feared that you and Bucky were in serious danger, both of you were well aware of the risks. Bucky and you knew that one day, you might not return, but it seemed as if Peter was ignoring that horrible scenario. 

“I’m scared too, Peter,” Steve continued, standing up and walking towards him. Steve grabbed Peter by the shoulder and reassuringly squeezed it, “-but we have to wait.”

“I can’t lose her,” Peter heartedly confessed, his voice cracking. “I need her. I can’t live without her because-,” Peter closed his mouth as he realized he almost confessed his true feelings towards you. Although the strong emotion was slowly destroying him from the inside, Peter remained quiet. 

However, Peter didn’t have to say anything else. “I know,” Steve softly whispered, knowing the exact reason Peter was so agitated; it was clear that Peter was deeply in love with you, and the mere thought of losing you was causing Peter to completely break down. 

Suddenly, the bright red alarm started to quickly flash in the room, disrupting Steve and Peter’s heartfelt conversation. Friday announced that you and Bucky had returned, but judging by the loud alarm and the distressed tone of Friday, it alerted the group that something was wrong. Within seconds, they all ran down the hallway and towards the door. Looking through the glass windows, Peter watched the quinjet shakily land and he immediately felt relieved, knowing that you were back. Unfortunately, that emotion rapidly disappeared as Peter watched a bloody and frail Bucky walk out of the quinjet with you in his arms, your body unresponsive. There were cuts and bruises scattered around Bucky’s face, his clothes were torn, and it looked as if he took a beating. Yet, Bucky’s main concern was you, and he continued to limp towards the group, hoping they could do more than he could. Bucky was on the brink of collapsing him and Peter wasted no time, running towards you as fast as he could. 

“What happened?!” Peter hastily asked, feeling his heart drop as he examined your body. You had the same, if not, worse injuries than Bucky, but Peter’s eyes immediately focused on the large gash across your stomach. 

“Am-ambush,” Bucky weakly answered. He attempted to explain more, but no words came out of his mouth; Bucky’s body shook with such intensity, but before he fell on the floor, Steve stepped in and held him by the shoulders. 

“Quickly, Peter,” Steve rushed out, “take Y/N to the emergency room.” Peter hastily took you away from Bucky’s arms and sped down the hallway, with Tony and Bruce right behind him. Kicking the door open, Peter laid you on the medical bed, stepping aside as Bruce began to work. Sweat was dripping down Peter’s face, and he tightly held onto your hand, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“Please, Y/N.. please wake up,” Peter choked out, pushing your hair away from your face. Your eyes were closed but you softly let out a whimper once you heard Peter’s voice; your minor movement indicated to Peter, Bruce, and Tony that you were still alive. Peter let out a sigh of relief, placing a tender kiss on your forehead, but his heart continued to rapidly beat in his chest, unsure of what was to come next. Bruce grabbed the scissors and began to cut off your suit to further inspect the gash on your stomach. Once the fabric was removed, Bruce stopped moving, his eyes widening in the process as he stared at your stomach. Peter took note of Bruce’s sudden change of behavior, and Peter’s eyes landed on your wound once again, only this time, he felt his panic grow stronger. 

“What the hell is that?” Peter exasperated in shock and horror, unable to believe what he was seeing. Your stomach was covered in a layer of sweat, blood, and dirt, but instead of the injury gushing out blood, a thick concentration of pink substance was seeping out. Bruce and Tony glanced at each other but immediately continued to clean your injury. Peter closed his eyes and turned his head away as Bruce attempted to close your wound, and Peter held onto your hand tighter, rubbing his thumb across your delicate hand. 

You groaned in pain as you felt a needle prick your skin, but you patiently laid on the bed until Bruce was done bandaging your wounds. You felt someone tap your shoulder, and you slowly opened your eyes as you were met to face Bruce, Tony, and Peter. Your breathing becoming erratic as you were unable to find Bucky but Peter instantly grabbed your cheek, forcing you to look into his eyes. “It’s okay, Y/N, I’m right here. You’re going to be okay.” Tears were spilling down Peter’s cheeks, and your first instinct would’ve been to wipe his tears, but instead, you moved your face away from Peter’s touch and began to look around the room. 

“Wh-Where’s Bucky?” you inquired in a worried tone. Peter felt a lump form in his throat as you slipped away from his touch, but he disregarded his pain, knowing you were anxious for Bucky’s condition. 

Peter cleared his throat, “he’s with Steve right now.” Your breathing was becoming heavier by the second as you hated the idea of being away from him. 

“I need him here, please!” you shouted in pain and sadness, tears quickly forming in your eyes and sliding down your face as Bucky was no longer by your side. Peter watched as you screamed Bucky’s name, and within a second, Bucky came barging into the room. Bucky’s eyes hastily darted around the room until he met yours, and he sped towards you, placing his hand above your head; Peter felt his heart break as he watched you gravitate towards Bucky, and he felt an unsettling emotion grow in the pit of his stomach as he watched your hands land on Bucky’s chest. 

“I’m here, don’t worry,” Bucky reassured you, rubbing your head with one hand and holding your small hands with the other. Peter’s face fell as he continued to watch the intimate interaction, but nothing could’ve prepared him for your next words. 

“I love you, Bucky,” you admitted, causing everyone’s eyes to widen. Peter’s mouth opened in shock and tears began to fall; his heart utterly shattered into a million pieces as he watched your loving eyes stare into Bucky’s, but he failed to realize how Bucky didn’t reciprocate those emotions. Instead, Bucky froze, unable to believe your words. That couldn’t true, Bucky thought to himself. You once told him about your feelings towards Peter, there was no way in hell that you were in love with Bucky. 

“Uhh,” Bucky breathed out, attempting to step back, but you tightly held onto his fabric, refraining him from doing so. 

“It’s true,” you professed, “I can’t help it, Bucky. I’ve always loved you, and I want you to be mine forever.” Bucky felt his face turn red from embarrassment as he continued to stare into your eyes, but as you finished your sentence, he noticed something unfamiliar and unsettling. Your eyes weren’t your usual color; instead, Bucky noticed a faint hint of pink cloud around your pupil until it expanded and covered your irises, the color becoming brighter and impossible to not notice. 

While Bucky was examining your eyes, your hands sneakily snuck around Bucky’s neck; in a swift movement, you pulled him closer towards your body and placed a long, loving kiss onto his rough lips. Bucky eye’s widened in pure panic and shock as your lips collided with his, and he tightly grabbed you by the shoulders, disconnecting your lips and forcing you to lean back onto the pillow. You let out a giggle as you wrapped your hands around his waist and pulled him closer, placing your head against his chest. You turned your head, noticing how all eyes were on you and Bucky, but you didn’t seem to mind; Peter and the rest of the team felt as if the room was swirling and all of their mouths dropped to the floor, unable to believe what they saw. Despite everyone seeing you passionately kiss Bucky, they were more worried about how your eyes were a different shade of color and your flamboyant behavior with the soldier. Bruce quickly connected the dots, figuring out that the wound on your stomach, which oozed a strange pink substance, could explain why your eyes were a different color.

Peter felt his blood boil but also extreme sadness engulf him. He wanted nothing more than to land a hard blow on Bucky’s cheek, but he knew it would be wrong of him to unleash his anger onto Bucky for something he couldn’t prevent. However, something was very off, and it deeply displeased the team, especially Peter. Peter turned around to face Bruce and Tony, hoping they could explain what he had to witness. 

“What the hell just happened?” 

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

While you were resting in the emergency room, the rest of the team were patiently sitting in the conference room, thinking of possible explanations to your odd behavior. Peter angrily leaned against the chair, burning holes at Bucky. 

“Tell us what happened on the mission,” Steve said, glancing at Bucky, hoping that they could find the solution to their problem if they went over every detail of the mission. Bucky sat on the chair as Bruce bandaged the cuts around Bucky’s face and body; Bucky let out a sigh as he rubbed his forehead, feeling horrible for not being able to protect you nor having a proper explanation. He ignored Peter’s glare as he attempted to think of any specific information that could be relevant. 

“Everything was fine in the beginning,” Bucky affirmed, “but then as we were about to leave the compound, we got ambushed by Hydra soldiers. Y/N and I were fighting the men until one of the bastards cut her with a dagger.” Tony nodded his head, listening to the words of the winter soldier. 

“Was there anything on the blade? A weird substance?” Tony asked.

Bucky shook his head, not recalling anything on the blade. “I didn’t see anything on it, but the minute they hurt her, they retreated back to their base. I carried her back to the jet and she immediately passed out when we left.” 

Natasha directed her attention away from Bucky to Thor, hoping the Asgardian God of Thunder could provide more about this strange topic. “Thor, is there anything that you know about magic that could explain Y/N’s weird fixation on Bucky?” Thor leaned against his chair, taking a second to think of any possible supernatural explanations. 

“Actually,” Thor announced, gaining the attention of the team, “there is.” Peter felt an intense flood of relief wash over him, glad that there was a reason that you fell in love with Bucky. It’s not real, Peter reassured to himself, you’re not really in love with Bucky. 

“It seems as if Y/N was put under a love spell. Judging by the pink substance that was coming out of her wound and her eyes turning into a bright pink color, the person behind this has to be doing supernatural or witchery activity. Bucky is the first person she saw, which explains why she’s deeply in love with him.” 

“A love spell. There has to be a cure, right?” Nat further asked, hoping they could quickly resolve the issue. She knew how much this was hurting Peter the most; although the affection you were showing to Bucky was not real love, Nat saw how much it broke Peter’s heart. She was willing to do anything to get you back to normal. 

“There is. But, we don’t know the spell, so there’s no way we can reverse it. In order to get her back to normal, we need to find whoever put this spell on her,” Thor disclosed. 

“Then the viable solution is to head back to the compound and find the person,” Peter suggested to the team, his eyes desperately pleading. The team was silent as they stared at Peter, but before Peter could say his idea, Bucky interrupted him.

“I doubt the Hydra soldiers are still there. They’re long gone by now.” 

“Then what the hell do you suggest!?” Peter angrily countered, slamming his hands on the table in frustration. Peter closed his eyes and tried to think of something positive, but the image of you kissing Bucky fueled his anger. Peter let out a sigh, removing his hands off the table, softly apologizing for his sudden outburst. 

“We’ll find them,” Steve remarked, assuring Peter that they’ll bring you back to your usual self, “in the meantime-” the sound of the doorknob wiggling caught Steve’s attention, and he stopped talking as he watched you enter the room. Peter quickly stood up, wondering why you were walking despite your conditions. 

“What are you doing Y/N? You need to be resting,” Peter stated in a worried tone, walking towards you; your eyes were still a bright pink color, and all Peter wanted was for you to get a proper night’s rest. 

“What do you mean? I’m fine, see?” you lifted the shirt, revealing to Peter and the team that you weren’t hurt nor in extreme pain. The gash was gone, but Peter was still anxious, not knowing the effects of the love spell. As Peter tried to force you out of the room, you stepped away from him. You ignored his protests and began to scan around the room until you found the person you were looking for. You brightly beamed as your eyes landed on Bucky, and you pranced towards him, pushing Bruce to the side and sitting on Bucky’s lap. You began to place kisses on Bucky’s cheek, despite Bucky trying his hardest to push you away without hurting you. 

“There you are,” you said in between kisses, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s neck. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, sweetie. Did you know I love you? because I do,” you continued to ramble on, playing with the hair strands that fell onto his face. 

“Please stop,” Bucky groaned, hating every second of your affection, but you pretended to not hear his comment. All eyes were on Peter as he stood by the door, his fist clenched by his sides. He absolutely hated every second of it, but there was nothing he could do. Until they found the person who cast the spell, Peter would have to deal with your hectic yet romantic remarks and actions. He hated Bucky so much as this moment, but at the same time, he was envious, wishing that he could take Bucky’s spot. Once again, Peter felt his eyes water, but he wiped his tears and cleared his throat. A melancholic expression was embedded on his face, but before Tony could comfort him, Peter turned around. 

“Let me know when you reverse the spell. I’ll be in my room,” Peter sadly confessed, walking out of the room and slamming the door shut. 

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

As days went by, Peter’s attempts to stay in his room until you were back to normal was futile due to the fact that Bruce and Tony desperately needed him. The rest of the team went on various missions in attempts to find the culprit, but they always showed up empty-handed. Therefore, as they continued searching, Bruce and Tony decided to stay in the lab to see if they can create a reversible cure, and Peter was another great mind that can help them during the process. However, Peter was not fond of it. This meant that he would be out of his room, and there would be a higher probability of seeing you with Bucky. Although it already hurt Peter enough since he constantly thought about the various types of affections you were giving to Bucky, his room was like a shield, and it protected him from reality. On the other hand. Peter was glad that he was working with two great scientists; hopefully, their chances of finding the cure would be far greater.

One day, after hours of trying to find a solution and failing miserably, Tony thought it was best to take a break. “Hey, kiddo, how about you relax and eat something in the kitchen? I’ll be there to join you soon.” Although Peter wanted nothing more than to go back to his room, he didn’t want to say no to Tony, so he begrudgingly nodded his head and headed towards the kitchen, hoping he wouldn’t bump into you nor Bucky. As usual, he was wrong. Once he entered the kitchen, he saw you digging through the cabinets, observing as you took out the cake mix and a tray.

“Oh, hey Pete,” you greeted, setting down the objects on the table. You gave him a smile, to which Peter softly returned, but Peter looked around, baffled that Bucky wasn’t there with you. 

“Where’s Bucky?” Peter wondered, but his voice was seeping with rage and jealously. He knew it was childish of him to speak like that, but he couldn’t control his anger. 

You ignored Peter’s rude tone, “in his room. Do you want to bake a cake with me?” Peter weirdly eyed you, confused as to why you weren’t chasing after Bucky, but he decided to disregard it. If this meant that he could spend any time with you without Bucky getting in the way, then Peter would happily accept. Peter felt his stomach twist with happiness, and he gleefully nodded his head. 

“Of course.” 

And for a moment, it felt like everything was back to normal. Despite your eyes being a different color, you were acting like your usual self. You were playfully joking around with Peter, you were jamming to your favorite songs, and you were dancing around the kitchen, with Peter following your movements. It was the little things like these that made Peter realize why he was so in love with you. The energy you brought to the room instantly made Peter’s day better, despite the adversity he faced. While a part of him regrets not having the courage to confess his real feelings sooner, being here with you eased the pain. After you carefully covered the strawberry cake with frosting, you leaned back, a satisfactory grin plastered on your face. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” 

Peter admiringly stared at your face but turned his attention away from you to the cake. “It really is.” 

“Wait!” you gasped, turning around to face him. You roughly grabbed him by the shoulders, bringing him closer until he was inches away from your face. Peter felt his face get redder by the minute as you proudly smiled at him. “We forgot something!” Peter opened his mouth but you already began digging through the drawers, searching for something. “Aha!” you exclaimed in delight, holding up a red decorating pen. You quickly took off the cap and began to carefully write on the cake, and Peter felt his heart warm as he watched you bite your lip in concentration. As Peter moved to the side to get a better view of what you were writing, his smile immediately dropped as he read the phrase over and over again in his head. 

I love you, Bucky

You placed the cap back onto the pen, setting it to the side and turning to look at Peter. Within an instance, you engulfed him in a tight hug, squeezing him as hard as you can, but Peter stood still, unable to speak nor move. You broke away from the hug, grinning at Peter. “Thanks for helping me make this cake for Bucky! I’ll make sure to tell him you helped me.”  

No matter how many times Peter tried to convince himself that you didn’t mean those words, it felt impossible. Watching you be in love with Bucky shattered Peter’s hopes and dream, but he forced himself to smile, not wanting to ruin your gleeful attitude. “Of course, Y/N. Happy to help.” You gave him another smile before turning your attention to the cake, prudently picking it up, planning on delivering it to Bucky’s room. 

“I’ll make sure to save you a slice,” you promised Peter before saying goodbye and walking out of the kitchen. Peter stood in the middle of the room, his smile quickly disappearing once you were far away. A lump formed in his throat, and although Peter tried his hardest to swallow it, the lump remained lodged, stubbornly rooting itself in his mouth. Just as Tony finally appeared in the kitchen, Peter stormed out, hastily walking towards his room with a distressed expression on his face. 

Unfortunately, this wouldn’t be the last interaction he had with you or Bucky. Instead, Peter had to endure various incidences, and every time, he had to swallow his anger and pretend nothing was wrong. He would try to focus on anything that could distract him, but it wouldn’t keep him engaged for long. Every now and then, his eyes would land on you, and it felt like someone was digging a knife in his chest. Whenever Bucky was in the living room sitting on the couch, you would be pressed up against him, your head laying on his chest. Whenever Bucky was in the kitchen or the dining room, you would always sit next to him and hold his hand. You followed Bucky around like a lost puppy, and it was torture for Peter. All of the things you used to do with Peter were no longer happening anymore, and it made things worse for him. Now, he was utterly alone, and although the rest of the team would try to include Peter in their activities, Peter would always decline. Moreover, Peter hated how bright and beautiful your smile was because he wasn’t the reason for it. Peter hated how you looked untroubled and delighted whenever Bucky was by your side. Most of all, Peter absolutely loathed how much Bucky looks unbothered by your undying love for him; Peter noticed the way Bucky would return those smiles, or how he would hug you tighter whenever you laid on his chest, or how he didn’t seem to mind your touches; it absolutely enraged him because Bucky didn’t love you the way Peter did, nor will he ever. 

Days turned into weeks, and Peter finally lost his patience. After numerous times of either walking out of the room or remaining quiet, Peter couldn’t take it any longer. Now, Peter stood in front of Bucky’s room and was harshly knocking on his door, ready to confess his true emotions to let Bucky know how much this was destroying him. 

“Open up, Bucky! We need to talk,” Peter roughly shouted, growing angrier by the second as Bucky didn’t answer the door. “I know you’re in there!” There was another moment of silence, but Peter could clearly hear Bucky shuffling inside the room. Without any hesitation, Peter grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, swinging the door open. As he entered the room, Peter stopped moving, his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach and his body shaking from immense rage at the sight in front of him. Bucky was dressed in nothing but his boxers, and Peter’s eyes flickered towards you, watching how you failed to cover your body with a towel. Peter’s breathing became erratic as he glared at Bucky.

“Peter,” Bucky panted, putting on a shirt and trying his best to distance himself from you, “I promise you, it’s not what it looks like.” 

“Not what it looks like?!” Peter shouted in rage and betrayal. “It’s exactly what it looks like!” Tears started to pour down Peter’s face as he assumed the worst, but he quickly wiped the tears away. Pure hatred started to course throughout his body, taking complete control, and without a second thought, Peter charged at Bucky, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him against the wall. You let out a scream as you watched Bucky’s face turn red, but his attempts to push Peter away were useless. 

“You fucking asshole!” Peter roared at Bucky, tightening the grip he had on Bucky’s neck. “You think you can just manipulate Y/N like that? I’ll fucking kill you!” Within a second, Peter lifted Bucky up and tossed him across the room, his body hitting the wall; the amount of strength Peter used caused a huge crack to form on the wall, and Bucky doubled over, the impact catching him off guard. Bucky groaned in pain, but he, too, felt his anger become stronger as Peter attacked him without giving him a chance to speak. As Bucky attempted to stand back up, Peter fully charged at him, colliding with so much strength that they both managed to break the wall entirely. Due to his spider abilities, Peter was the first to stand up, and he roughly grabbed onto Bucky’s shirt. Peter curled his hand into a fist and aimed it at the bridge of Bucky’s nose. Blood splattered all over Bucky’s face and onto the floor, but Peter continued, landing punch after punch, despite your screams and sobs. Within moments, the team shows up to separate Peter and Bucky, and as Tony and Bruce grab Peter by the shoulder and successfully drag him away, Bucky manages to stand back up with the help of Sam and Tony. However, Bucky shakes off their grip and counters with an upward cut to Peter’s jaw, causing him to stagger backward and fall down. Peter angrily spits out blood, but before he could charge at Bucky again, Peter lays on the floor as he watches you gingerly hold onto Bucky’s face, delicately rubbing his jawline in attempts to calm him down. The mere sight of seeing you pick Bucky over Peter caused him to immediately break down; Peter’s lips trembled and a gut-wrenching sob tore through his chest once he realized what he’s done. 

“What the hell is wrong with the both of you?!” Steve furiously shouted. Peter looked away due to embarrassment and regret, and he slowly stood up, wiping the blood running down his mouth. Everyone’s eyes prudently observed Peter as they expected him to fight, but Peter’s eyes were filled to the brim with tears. Bucky felt immensely guilty for what happened, but he didn’t say a word either. 

“I’m sorry,” Peter whispered out, wiping his eyes to the point that they were red and swollen. “I’m so sorry,” Peter repeated before turning around and running down the hallway.  

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

A day after the incident between Peter and Bucky, the team finally managed to find the person who cast a spell on you, and within a few hours, the love spell was finally broken. However, Peter decided upon himself that what he did was unforgivable, and he didn’t deserve to see you. Peter let his rage and jealously take control of him, and he unleashed his pent up emotions onto Bucky. Peter didn’t deserve any love nor forgiveness; no matter how much it broke him because he couldn’t be near you, he also knew that it was a worthy punishment. He feared that you and the rest of the team couldn’t look at him the way you did before, and it absolutely terrified him. Peter pricked at the skin around his nails, completely unfazed as a long layer of skin was ripped from his ring finger, causing a small ounce of blood to seep out; Peter felt completely numb. This was his breaking point. Although the team tried numerous times to speak to Peter, he would either ignore their remarks or scream at them, telling them to leave him alone. 

However, you yearned to see Peter, despite what happened a day ago. You knew he was feeling extremely guilty, but all you wanted to do was be by his side and console him. Therefore, this was the reason you were standing in front of his door; you hesitantly knocked, listening to him slightly move but no response came out of him. You knocked again, putting a bit more force, causing Peter to rise from his bed; he didn’t want to yell at the person standing in front of the room, but he was already growing tired of explicitly telling the team that he wanted to be left alone. 

“I told you to leave me alone,” Peter spat as he came closer to the door and began to unlock it; Peter intentionally made sure every word reeked of frustration so the person got the gist that he wasn’t fooling around. As Peter grabbed the doorknob and slightly opened the door to personally confront the person, he felt his heart drop once he realized it was you who was standing in front of his door.

“Y/N?” Peter said in disbelief, completely taken aback; he thought you would want to be as far away from him, but yet, here you were. You sorrowfully stared at Peter, noticing how there were tear stains on his face; his eyes were completely red and swollen and you wanted to engulf him in a hug, but you were afraid that he would push you away. You gave him a soft smile, and you pulled your hair behind your ear. “Can I come in?” you gingerly asked him. Peter opened his mouth, but no words came out; instead, he nodded his head, opening his door and allowing you to come into his room.

Your eyes wandered around the room as you were unsure of how to start the conversation, but you looked into his eyes and gave him a half-hearted smile. Peter returned the simper before it quickly disappeared; his face distorted into one with fear and guilt. “How’s Bucky?” Peter managed to say. 

“A broken nose, but he’ll be alright,” you said, noticing how Peter flinched once you told him the truth. You gave him a reassuring smile, but you knew that what you were about to say next was going to make him feel horrible. You let out a sigh, hoping he wouldn’t beat himself up. “I know you think that Bucky was trying to take advantage of me, but that’s not what happened. It was the love spell’s fault, not Bucky’s; I snuck into his room while he was taking a shower, and I tried to seduce him, but he quickly turned me down, saying that it wasn’t the real me, just some chemical in my body that made me believe I was in love with him.” 

Peter opened his mouth but no words escaped. He heavily groaned as he walked towards the bed and sat down. You followed his movements, but you left an immense gap between you and him; you were still unsure of what he wanted, and you wanted to respect his boundaries. “Fuck, I look like a fucking idiot now.” There was a thick silence that engulfed the room, but you waited for Peter to continue, hoping that he would tell you more about how he felt. After a minute or so, Peter spoke out. “I didn’t mean to get so angry,” Peter confessed, a solemn look embedded in his facial features. The image of you on Bucky’s bed caused Peter to shake with rage, but then it quickly died down. “But, when I saw you in that bed... I just lashed out. I’m so sorry, for everything; I understand if you or the others don’t forgive me.” You sorrowfully watched Peter’s slouched body, and you took it as a cue to move closer towards Peter. You slowly grabbed his hands, causing him to flinch, but then he instantly relaxed. Although his reaction was capricious and terrifying to witness, you also believed that Peter knew what he did was unjustifiable. 

“It’s okay, Peter,” you conveyed, giving him a tight squeeze, “everyone knows you feel guilty, but you shouldn’t carry that guilt until the day you die. As long as you know that what you did wasn’t right, then the others will forgive you. We miss you, Peter. I miss you. A lot, actually.” Peter turned his head as he listened to your words, his heart warming as you tried to make him feel better. 

“I missed you too,” Peter revealed, earning a smile from you. 

“Can I tell you something?” you whispered, afraid that if you said it loud enough, you would regret opening your mouth. Peter nodded his head, leaning further into your touch. 

“Anything.” 

“I love you, Peter Parker. More than anything in this world, and I’m sorry that I waited so long to tell you this, but after everything that’s happened, I couldn’t hold it in,” you unveiled, feeling your face turn red as you watched Peter stare into your eyes. The silence that followed after caused your heart to beat faster, and you instantly regretted saying those three words to him. Just as you were about to stand up and take back your confession, Peter slowly reached his hands out and gingerly placed them onto your face. 

“I love you too, Y/N, and my love is unconditional,” Peter revealed before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. Time stopped when your lips met his, and the feelings you had for Peter only intensified. Your heart pounded in your chest and you felt your body shake; the raw emotions in the way his fingers cradled your face only confirmed that his love was real. At that moment, every breath he took smelled like you, a coconut scent, and he adored every single millisecond. The warm feeling was inviting, and it caused you to pull him closer. 

You broke away from the kiss after a while and opened your eyes; it felt as if his lips were still on yours. Peter’s eyes brightened, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you, unable to believe the intimate moment you just shared. 

Finally, you stood up from the bed and grabbed Peter’s hand in the process, pulling him up. You gingerly held onto Peter’s face, placing a soft kiss onto his lips as his hands rested on your waist. You smiled into the kiss before breaking away, tugging Peter out of the room. “C’mon. Let’s make Bucky a ‘sorry I broke your nose’ cake.” 

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Edser / SCK asks Ep 30 and 31 Fragman

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Anonymous said: Thoughts on the second trailer for epi 31

My thoughts on the fragman are complicated. Here’s the thing, this show is my happy place and I want my-- and everyone else who reads what I have to say-- experience to be positive. 

So I’m going to say this once and then not dwell. (This means don’t send me a bunch of negative, venting asks, I won’t answer them) I don’t like the direction they’ve taken. I was fine with amnesia, I was great with him falling in love with her from scratch, and I was a-okay with it happening very slowly, even with lots of obstacles and pain. However, involving Selin, and some rando dude who is apparently secretly in love with Eda for years, at such a heightened level... is making it very difficult to enjoy. What they’ve had to do to numerous characters to make the Selin thing make sense is ridiculous. It’s maddening to watch her manipulate and brainwash a man with a traumatic brain injury and NO ONE recognizes it as such. It’s hard to watch such a brilliant man not be able to see through her even a little. It’s hard to enjoy anything with that going on in the background.  

So with that being said, watching the last two episodes felt a little like getting kicked in the face with a Selin shaped foot. Frankly, this fragman made me feel like we’re going to get kicked in the face a third time. While the spoilers say something is coming for her, there is really no hint in the fragmans that she’s going to get comeuppance in this episode, or even start to. (Poor Bige, good thing she’s not a Hollywood actress because I’m not sure I would ever be willing to watch her in anything again, my reaction to her as Selin is now that visceral). 

HOWEVER, the only reason I watch this show is for Serkan and Eda and to watch Hande and Kerem bring their magic together. That’s it, that’s my happy place. So while the last two episodes were hard to watch-- with the undercurrent of Selin’s crazy behavior not being recognized as such-- both episodes offered up some really great scenes of them together (though it needs to be more, much more) and that’s what I’m going to focus on. So on the BRIGHT side I do think we’re going to get some amazing and even romantic moments between Eda and Serkan in 31. 

It seems certain that the scenes on the boat when they’re alone will give us some really nice moments. The fragman makes it look very fraught and emotional, but hopefully the scenes are long and they get a chance to really talk and connect and there are lighter moments.  We know from the live, that they shot at Eda’s house, and it looks from the fragman there is a scene with them outside. That should be reminiscent of many scenes of old when he would pick her up or drop her off, and I’m hopeful they will do that justice. Then of course jealous Serkan sniffing around Deniz’s cafe will hopefully lighten things up around this joint. 

So... I’m gonna be excited for any and all scenes with Eda and Serkan that don’t also have the human praying mantis along for the ride, and for the rest... I guess I better place an order at the liquor store and stock up on human brain bleach (what do we think? Everclear?) until we can get rid of the barnacle on the ass of this show. 

Anonymous said: Do you want eda to end up with the flower ring or do you think she should get a new one? I’ve been thinking about this ever since the last engagement and now that she’s taken it off again, I’m like hmm, should they just start anew? I would of course want her engagement ring to have meaning but I wonder if they might be able to come up with something else.

We are on the EXACT same wavelength. Simpatico, my friend.  I thought the same thing when Eda asked him to marry her. Like.... hmmm... maybe this ring has the wrong kind of history to start your life together with? And look CURSED!  

So now I really think it might be best to go with a new one. Surely they can come up with something that has meaning and is not just some giant solitaire diamond, but also symbolizes a new and fresh start.  Maybe that’s what the necklace is about, retiring that ring, but still keeping it as a keepsake of how they met and fell in love?

Anonymous said: Having Serkan turn Eda’s engagement ring into a necklace that he gives her on the yacht is an interesting way for the show to go. On the one hand it means he is thinking about her and feels bad/starting to fall for her but on the other hand kind of rude too. I do not see her accepting it to be honest. She gave it back because he got engaged to Selin and they are still engaged. Seems like this next episode will be full of interesting surprises like that.

Yeah, I’m not sure what she will do. I could see it going either way to be honest.  Either she wants to hold onto it because of all it’s meant to them, or she tells him she doesn’t want that reminder of him. 

I do hope you’re right that the episode will have some more surprises... let me amend that... I hope you’re right and the episode will have some more GOOD surprises. I need Serkan to realize that the pull he feels towards Eda, regardless if he’s still hella confused and isn’t ready for anything, is reason enough to rethink his engagement to Selin. Or hell I’ll even take Serkan starting to be suspicious, or starting to see through her act. Throw us a bone, show!  This 1 step forward, 2 steps back thing they’ve started is not a recipe for success. 

Anonymous said: Am I the only one hoping that Eda says no thanks to that necklace from Serkan? I guess we are supposed to think it is sweet but it came off more like “yeah I am not giving it back to you as an engagement ring but don’t want you to lose the memories.” I need her saying “that ring meant a lot to me because the man I loved gave it to me but you are marrying someone else/do not remember me and that ring means nothing now”. Not here for the show having Eda getting excited over the scraps given to her while Serkan continues with his engagement.

If they actually had her say those words to him I would cheer.  If Eda can step around her pride and be that nakedly honest with him, it would be a very good thing indeed. 

Switching gears to last episode:

Anonymous said: i totally agree with your thoughts on ceren and eda.. like i hope they don't ruin their friendship (and i dont think they will, i think this will just be a tough period in their friendship) but at the same time, i don't really care either??? ceren and eda have butted heads before over her and ferit's relationship and honestly while her friends are great support for her, they are allowed to show conflict there as well without everyone yelling about "ruining the character"

Yes, this. It’s okay for friends to have conflicts. It also doesn’t mean all “girl power” is gone if they do have conflicts.  I’m just sad that it’s happening at a time when Eda needs friends and Fifi already left. 

And like you say, I don’t care that much. I’m here for Eda and Serkan... oh and Serkan and Eda, and that’s it (oh and Sirius, he can stay). So I’m not really invested in any other relationship, friendships or dynamics. 

Anonymous said:  I laughed at how they actually had Selin put the ring on her own finger. and I don’t think it even crossed her mind that he should’ve done it, she was too desperate to get it on! As much as I hated this “engagement”, the writers are clearly showing that he’s not very interested so I’m fine with it 😂 I was also waiting to see if they were going to spend the night together in the cabin, but then Selin came in with her suitcase and they left early? Lol

BWAH, I loved that they left early! Writers have gone out of their way to show us they don’t spend the night together. THANK YOU SHOW. One small thing they’ve done right. And to your point they’ve also gone out of their way to show how uninterested Serkan is in all of it. Unlike Selin, we’ve all seen how Serkan Bolat behaves when he’s in love and getting engaged and getting ready to be married. The difference could not be more stark. Too bad that the only two characters who don’t know how he behaves when he’s in love are Serkan and the ass barnacle.

Anonymous said: Ngl I want gag a little with Serkan giving Selin more breadcrumbs (key word lol) than before. But 1 of many things I enjoy is that Serkan has yet to try to buy Eda's shares. He expressed interest in doing so when Selin then Efe had those shares. He did suggest her moving into her grandma's old office but gave up quickly. So Serkan's cool with a stranger, who's possibly inexperienced and supposedly manipulative, being a partner in his company and taking up residence in his office? Hmmm

I loved that we got such a quick change from Robot Bolat’s you-won’t-own-these-shares-for-long attitude to you-can’t-go-on-vacation-you’re-needed-here attitude!  One of the best subtle moments from the last episode. I want more of them interacting professionally and him seeing her in action. I also want her to tell him how much she learned from him. I think that might be something he’d be interested to know. 

Speaking of, you know what I want? With his hand tremor, I hope we get a scene where he’s trying to draw something and it’s not coming out like he wants and he’s getting frustrated and she goes over there and puts her hand over his (like he’s done for her so many times) and helps him get the drawing done. 

Anonymous said: Eda was really ready to move on and forget serkan just in 2 days? He came back and lost his memory it wasn't his fault anyway but I understand that the situation with selin must be difficult for her. I just want Eda to keep fighting for him despite what he may say or do (his decisions and actions are influenced by selin so...) I don't want her to lose hope just when he is just starting to open up to her. In my opinion eda should give serkan some time.

Well... I think putting on that frilly yellow dress and forcing him into a corner with her “engagement” has nothing to do with moving on or forgetting him. That was all for him. That’s her way of fighting for him. She knows what it takes to get him to act. He needs to be in a corner and about to lose her. .  

But also I take your point. I hope that Eda’s natural pride and very understandable hurt doesn’t get in the way as Serkan starts to open up to her and gravitate to her and make moves in her direction. 

As for her talk of moving on last episode, it was premature, but Eda has said similar things many times before, her pride talking, but she never means it. She always fights for him. 

Anonymous said: There's a moment in the episode Serkan tells Engin that he love seline and that really pissed me off, because we've never heard Serkan say that before. He only lost one year of his memory and we already knew that he never loved selin so I wonder why he would say that now?

I’ve actually already answer an ask about this, but since then, I saw on twitter that some Turkish speakers confirmed that Serkan used the past tense. “I remember the woman I used to love, and that woman is Selin.”

But also, what I said right after the episode still holds. Serkan Bolat didn’t even know what love was until he met Eda Yildiz. He didn’t really believe in it, no matter what justifications he’s using now. When Serkan and Selin were together, Serkan probably though that boring milquetoast arrangement was what people meant when they talked about love. It wasn’t until he met Eda that he realized he’d never been in love.  

I predict he’s going to have the same realization one more time in the not so distant future.

Anonymous said: I am so glad you aren’t liking Deniz either! I thought I was the only one. I can’t really pin point what it is about him but there is something off. He is definitely an opportunist and is pushing Eda too hard to forget Serkan. Which totally pisses me off. Move over dude, Serkan is and always will be the love of her life. Their friends truly suck. Melo is the only smart one and good friend who is telling Eda to fight for their love. I’ll give Ferit some credit too as he is throwing some digs in at Selin as well. Everyone else is cancelled in my eyes. Do you think that maybe Selin knows Deniz and could be working with him against Serkan? I am not entirely sure but I feel like there is something more there based on the looks they shared when they met as if they knew each other before.

Oh interesting! I don’t know how that could have been arranged from the start, so I don’t think they know each other from before, but at this point I’m not putting anything past either to start working together to keep Edser apart. 

And yes, Melo is really the only non-Edser character I don’t want to slap upside the head. Ferit is better that most, but could still try harder. Oh Seyfi. He hasn’t given me reason to want to slap him upside the head either. 

As for Deniz, I’m already done with him. 

Anonymous said: Near the beginning of the series, I do remember seeing some people shipping Ferit and Melo when she started working for Selin. 😂They haven't really interacted much since but I'm also down

Let’s do this thing. What is their ship name?  Felo? Merit? Cuties?

[a-dorin]

waiting | the eleventh doctor

word count: 1,760

warnings: jealousy, a slight hint of angst, smut (some hella smut) 

a/n: i know this something totally out of left field, but i also adoreeeeee doctor who! it’s been one of my favorite series for a veryyyy long time (since i was in sixth grade!) nonetheless, i hope you all enjoy! 

summary: your love departs from the tardis for a couple hours, leaving you to wonder what shenanigans he gotten himself into. however, once you realize what he was up to, hurt rises within you. 

you were wide awake in your shared bed, awaiting for the return of your boyfriend. he was out on an errand, one that he claimed would not take long. he had left around nine o'clock, and it was midnight. you sighed, realizing that although he was a time lord, he lost track of time quite easily. it was possible that he had recognized an old friend or someone from his past, so it was highly likely he was catching up.

however, a cold feeling began to creep over you, brushing your skin. although the tardis always treated you with care, there were times the heat could not keep up with the vast expanse of the ship. you missed the feeling of his warm body next to yours, holding you safely until you slept. you got out of the bed, wrapping a blanket around yourself. you decided you wanted to wait by the main console until he returned. maybe then you could confront him about tonight. after all, he promised you a cozy night within the tardis.

the tardis made a humming noise when you strolled out into the open. she knew that you were supposed to be asleep. it was well beyond the hours you were normally awake. gently, you brushed your fingertips along all of the bells and whistles of the console.

"when do you think he'll be back?" you meant to ask the question in your thoughts but the words came tumbling out of your mouth.

there was only a slight hum in response. you sucked in a breath, feeling extremely frustrated. who was taking up all of his attention? what was taking so long?

suddenly you heard voices outside of the doors, you perked up, hoping it would be your doctor. yet, the voices continued, and you felt the need to eavesdrop. silently, you made your way towards the door, realizing that it was in fact, your beloved, and a woman. you bit your lip, pressing an ear up against the door to listen.

"all right, river, it was nice catching up with you. i hope you have a good night and travel safe."

your heart dropped at the mention of her name. river was a previous lover of the doctor. they had been together a while, yet things did not work out in the end. immediately, tears formed in the corner of your eyes. how could he?

you heard him approaching the door, so you quickly ran back over to the console, propping yourself up against it. he opened the door, quietly shutting it behind him. he was almost silent, as he probably thought you were already asleep. your hid behind the console, watching as he made his way towards your shared room.

"what took you so long?" the question echoed through the room.

he turned, startled, "hey love, why are you still up?"

"why are you back so late?" your eyes narrowed, and your tone was sharp.

"i was just catching up with somebody," he came over towards you, "you know the drill. i always run into someone i know. it's hard when you know every creature in the entire universe."

"i didn't know river was a creature," your voice was low.

his eyes widened, "(y/n), you know it's nothing like that."

"then why did you talk with her for so long?" you felt tears forming again, threatening to spill over your rosy cheeks. god you were so frustrated. not only did he stay out too long, he also was catching up with a woman who you weren't a fan of.

river song was beautiful, with bouncy blonde curls, stunning green eyes, and an authoritative aura that made everyone in the room melt under her. you felt like nothing compared to her beauty, as well as her intelligence. the woman was so smart she was constantly locked up in prison. you were extremely insecure when it came to the slight mention of her name, as her and the doctor had a very eventful past.

"we were talking about you," he murmured, his hand cupping your cheek, "she has found somebody new, and so have i. we are friends, love. i wanted to tell her all about you."

"sure," you mumbled, your eyes averting his hazel gaze.

"baby," his voice was soft, and you felt yourself soften at the nickname, "you know i adore you. you're the most special girl in all of time and space. i want to show you off to the entire galaxy."

"i just wanted you home earlier," you muttered, feeling some of the hurt dissolve.

"i know," he sighed, pressing his lips against your forehead, "i am truly sorry i was out for that long. i didn't mean to be. i had gotten my screwdriver repaired but then i saw river. we chatted for a bit, and i am sorry i didn't come back any sooner. believe me, all i thought about was you."

"can we just go to bed?" you asked, feeling better. you figured most of the anger was due to exhaustion, and you wanted nothing more to just be in the arms of your love.

"of course," he took your hand, intertwining your fingers together, "how long have you been up?"

"a while," your voice was quiet.

"since i went out?" he raised a brow.

"yes," you nodded.

he sighed quietly, not saying anything till you both were back to the room. you sat on the bed, feeling exhaustion overwhelm me. he took the blanket off your shoulders, laying it on the bed.

"hey baby," he kissed your cheek chastely, "how about i make it up to you?"

"how?" you inquired, feeling a slight pout form on your lips. you still felt a little upset about the whole situation, and you weren't sure if all of the cuddles in the world would fix it.

he pressed his lips against yours, his tongue entering your mouth. his hands began to unbutton your shirt, which was his. as you kissed, he laid you down on the bed, still in control. his hands began to squeeze your breasts, his mouth moving towards your neck. your hands moved towards his belt, but he had you stop.

"just wait, love," his lips brushed against your skin, "let me be in control."

his mouth began to suck on your skin, earning a moan. his right hand slipped into your lace underwear, rubbing your clit. you suppressed another moan as he began to suck on your breasts. he placed wet kisses down your stomach, sucking on your skin so that there would be marks in the morning.

slowly, he slipped the underwear off of you, casting it to the floor. he kissed the insides of your thighs, driving you crazy. you wanted nothing more for his mouth to be between your luscious legs.

"you know what love?" his voice rang out in the quiet room.

your eyes met his, and he smirked, "you're so wet for me and i have barely touched you. it's making me go crazy for you. i thought i had some control tonight but i think it's gone."

"what do you mean?" you asked, your cheeks hot.

"it means i'm about to fuck the shit out of you," his voice was low, full of lust.

he unbuckled his belt, quickly getting out of his slacks and boxers. you handed him a condom from the nightstand, and he rolled it onto his cock, which was already hard from the sight of you wet.

without warning, he flipped you onto your stomach, bringing your hips up. his cock slammed into you, your moans of pleasure bouncing off of the walls. one hand gripped your hip to keep you steady, while the other cupped your ass while he fucked you.

you couldn't hold in your moans as his cock hit your g-spot, almost sending you over the edge. your hands were gripping the sheets, your thighs trembling as he pounded into you.

"oh love," he gripped your hair, pulling it, "i know you're so close, but hold it in. can you do that for me?"

you nodded, suppressing a moan. god, he was never like this with you. usually the sex was slow, full of passion and love. this was full of lust, as well as a little more aggressive than usual. you didn't mind, as the doctor was extremely hot when he took complete control of you. it made you submit every time.

the doctor pulled out, trading his cock for his mouth. you let out a loud groan as his tongue swirled on your clit, his hands gripping your ass. you tried to keep your composure, but once he slipped a finger into you, you came undone. pure ecstasy washed over you, stars flooding your eyes for a moment. the doctor didn't stop licking you until you had nothing left.

"baby," he murmured, "i need you so bad."

you turned, facing him. his cock, condom now off, was throbbing, and you knew he was aching for you. without any hesitation, you took all of him in your mouth, wrapping a hand at the base of his cock. as you sucked his cock, your hand pumped at the base, and you could tell he was enjoying every second of it. his fingers were laced in your hair, pulling it back as you took in all of his cock.

"i'm going to cum," he groaned, his hand pressing his head against his hips.

you felt him cum in your mouth, the liquid going down your throat. tears formed in the corner of your eyes from the action. his fingers released themselves from your hair, and he went to grab a warm towel.

gently, he cleaned you up, as well as himself. once he was done, he slid on a pair of boxers, allowing you to grab one of his sweaters. you curled up in his arms, grateful for the warmth, along with his gentleness.

"are you okay now love?" his voice was soft, and he placed a loving kiss on your temple.

you nodded, curling up against him, "i'm not mad anymore."

he smiled, "good. i love you so much, (y/n). don't you dare ever forget that."

"i love you too," you bared a sleepy grin.

as you dozed off, you were very grateful to have such an amazing man in your life. not only was he a good boyfriend, but he was also very good at pleasing you. maybe tomorrow you would see if he could make "anything else" up to you.

[tatertotthethot]

The Doms Next Door 3.1

Part 1 | Part 2.0 | Part 2.1 | Part 3.0 | Part 3.1

Word Count: 13.5k

Warnings: Second-hand embarrassment (lol sry); a lot of dialogue for explanation purposes; slight dub-con (nervous reader); graphic, NSFW content; crude, vulgar language; oral (female receiving 🤑); fingering; degradation; a dash of Humiliation; implications of Daddy-kink; lots and lots of dominance; and hella Big Dick Energy.

copyright © 2018 all rights reserved

~ please read the A/N at the end so that I can properly explain in a rant as to why it's taken so fucking long to update. A bitch cried real tears over this~

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  "You..."

  Your trembling hand rose to gesture between the two of them before you placed it over the spot in your chest that was vigorously pumping from uncontrollable anxiety.          

  "Y-Y'all..."

  "We're the ones you heard fucking around with the window open," Taehyung easily confessed, rendering you speechless, once again.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, nor could you fathom the sight of him sitting there in such comfort, with his legs still spaciously parted from where he'd just had you in between them, and his body lazily reclining back against the countertop to prop his elbows up behind himself.. as if he needed to emphasize just how unbothered he was by the betrayal in your eyes.

   It only seemed to heighten the hint of cinnamon that was still lingering on your taste-buds, from where he had just transferred his gum over your mouth with his tongue, not even 5 minutes ago.

  However, he must've noticed how your gaze was wavering down to catch the glossy sheen of moisture that was still left among his lips, because he leaned over to dab around his mouth with a noticeable amount of arrogance.

"Am I being pranked?" You blurted out, suddenly hyper-aware of how ridiculous you looked right now, and quickly scanned the area for any sort of camera lens that could've been blending in plain sight this whole time. "Was this all a big set-up to get back at me for the song?"

  "No. Not entirely," Jungkook vaguely responded, and was also way too nonchalant about everything. He was acting like this was a conversation about the weather. "But we couldn't resist poking a little fun at you for what happened. We're just being honest with you now— no hard feelings."

  "So... that's why you two have been so.." what word should you use?

"Flirty?" He guessed, sounding rather cheerful as he crossed his decorative arms over his bulky chest, looking like a Korean Ken-Doll from the neck up and a punk'd-out, G.I. Joe action-figure from the neck down. It pissed you off how he could have such a bold contrast in aesthetics but looked a good, hardily and delicious meal all together.

  But you were a bit more agitated about how he could stand here and continue to play with your emotions and it still be this fucking hot while being completely full of shit.

  So you bitterly huffed out, feeling your emotions bottom-out from the dreadful disappointment of today.

"I knew this was all a big crock of shit. You could've poked your 'fun' at me without bringing me in here, wasting my time, and fucking with my head while making me wearing this itchy-ass robe. Y'all didn't have to take it this fucking far, ya know.."

  "Sweetheart, you're still here for this tattoo," Jungkook objectified with a bit of a flat, but humorously sardonic expression, and his lip tilted with the angle of his head as he looked at you. "We didn't make this elaborate scheme up just to drop the ball on you that we're your neighbors. We just expected a more comical reaction out of revealing it to you, the same way you revealed this song to us."

  "But clearly you don't have the kind of humor we anticipated, despite the circumstances," Taehyung proceeded to say, careless about the possible offense you could've taken from his blunt words. "So I think it's safe to say that you weren't the one that chose to play the song."

  You didn't say anything, because he was completely right and you knew it would be a very far-stretch of a lie to say that it was you, at this point. Because if it had been you, you'd definitely be laughing out despite the embarrassment. But you didn't want to tell them that it was Jimin, either.

  Even though you yourself was planning on kicking his ass when you get home..

"I hope you're still willing to go through with this now that you know, though," Jungkook continued. "Nothing's changed as far as the modeling part of this tattoo goes."

"But hold on... you already knew who I was when I messaged you last night?" You asked in confusion.

  "Not at first, no," Jungkook responded. "I was already skimming through the message requests when yours came in, and I honestly didn't even recognize you in any of your pictures because they all had Snapchat filters on them. And I'm not gonna lie— the tattoo you were asking for automatically lost my interest."

The scrunch in your face must've given off how wounded you were becoming, because he suddenly switched-up his approach and came off (at least somewhat) mindful of his wording.

  "Not that it was ugly, or that there was anything wrong with you; there's only a handful of pictures on your profile and they're all animated and filtered. So I'm saying that that's why I didn't recognize you. But as for the rose, I could tell by the thin texture of the paging and the Snow-White image showing from beneath it, that you literally took the picture from inside of a child's coloring book. And again, there's nothing wrong with that, but we just prefer doing pieces that we can give a little bit of our own originality towards. And you even said it yourself that you wanted simplicity and that your budget was limited, so that's what made me ignore you at first. But then, after we found out it was you, Taehyung came up with the bright idea to give you this piece in exchange for some pictures of it for business promotion."

  You blinked at him in uncertainty, because you just didn't understand the motive behind what made them pick you, regardless of your identity. There was still nothing particularly special about you, overall.

"How'd you find out it was me? And why did that suddenly change your minds?"

"We found out through Avery," Taehyung answered, and you looked over to him just as his arm slipped off the counter to rub at the material of his cargo-clad thigh— which looked very appealing, because his pants were tight in that area, and the jet black material of his pants and shirt sleeve matched the abstract designs of the ink that was scatter across his melanin-blessed knuckles and hand, which made the excessive rings wrist-watch all the more enticing.

  But there was one tattoo in particular that stuck out a little more then the rest..

  🖤 YOUR THROAT HERE 🖤

"To give you the full story," — You snapped your eyes back up to him— "We first saw you about a month ago, when you and your friend was outside grilling and dancing with each other in your backyard. Our gaming-room is upstairs and in the back of the house, so we can see right over your fence, and I just-so-happened to open the window up to smoke and saw you shaking your ass in that little bathing suit of yours, to that Thottiana song."

  His smirk was just as brutal as your instantaneous cringe for what he was talking about. It was the same day Jimin had taken that off-guard picture of you from behind at the public pool; only, it was later in the evening, and you and Jimin had went back home to grill-out and drink some fruity daiquiri's. But you could've sworn he had mixed Tequila in them instead of Rum, because you specifically remembered Jimin shaking his ass with you to that very song, while cheering you on with his tongue sticking all the way out of his mouth.

  So, he definitely wasn't lying.... And this was really fucking happening, but Taehyung kept going without any regards for your distress.

  "So after the whole Cupcakke fiasco, we were just genuinely curious to know who the hell you were. We asked Avery for your name but she only knew Jimin's, and we found your Instagram through his, and then we were met with the surprise of it being you— the same profile that had sent us the original, kid's version of our own, customized piece."

"And we felt like you would be a good fit, so now you're here," Jungkook concluded, shrugging his shoulders at the simplicity of it all. "We already knew what your body looked like prior— maybe not close-up, but we've seen enough to know that you have the right kind of shape for this tattoo. And now that we can see your face up close, without all that distorted filtering and shit, we can't lie by saying that we plan on keeping this whole thing strictly professional anymore."

Your eyes squinted up in confusion to that, not being able to read what he was implying.  "What's that suppose to mean?"

Taehyung piped up, once again taking the floor without any curtesy for his blatant descriptions:

  "Its mean that you're pretty fucking nice to look at, and we're basically trying to see if you'd be interested in fucking with us on a more... intimate level," Taehyung explained with a suggestive roll of his wrist. "Or, to be more frank— we wanna know if you'd be down to getting fucked by us. You're being cordially invited to a threesome."

  "Whuh—?" You couldn't utter a full-on word as the air in your lungs was critically limited now.

  "When?" Taehyung 'attempted' to say for you— knowing damn good and well that you wouldn't have dared to ask that— but answered the question anyways. "We're down for trying some things out right now, if you're willing. Doesn't have to be sex.. we just think it'd be better for you to get a little familiarize with the way we handle things. Because as of right now, I am in no-way convinced you can sit through getting this outline done."

  You honestly thought the ground had shook beneath you.. but then you realized that you were just experiencing vertigo from how weak your knees were becoming and how light your head was beginning to feel. You felt yourself swaying back a little, until you collided back against the body table behind you, and nearly lost all balance.

  "But— h-how?! You don't even know me! And I just met you guys—"

  You were forced to take a seat down, and damn-near lost your hold on the robe as your hands were becoming very clammy from the nerves.

"Hold on, I—" you were panting now, trying to recollect your discombobulated thoughts. But your mind was so shot-out that you couldn't even think about what you were going to say anymore.

  "Aren't you guys Doms? I'm not even into BDSM!"

  Their brows shot up a fraction, clearly not expecting that sort of call-out but, not necessarily bewildered by it. You're guessing it must not be that much of an exclusive secret to them, because there was no sign of embarrassment or defense, just surprise.

   "Oh, so you do know about that? How did you find out that we're into BDSM?" Jungkook inquired with a sharp tilt of his head, making your pulse increase from the antagonizing amount of interrogation in his stance. It was only made worse by the way Taehyung slowly sat up and straightened out his posture, before mimicking the whole crossing-of-the-arms thing like his friend's.

.. It took you a second to realize that their silence was an indication of that being an actual question, and not just some condescending remark.

"Oh, uhm, J-Jimin and Avery are friends. Well, they talk at least. He doesn't know what you two look like because neither of us have ever seen you before, but she tells Jimin that you're..." you struggled to repeat the exact wording, because it was hard to keep yourself from choking on the air it took for you to reciprocate them. "You're Doms? And you're helping her tr-train, or something? I really don't know what to call it exactly, but I think I get the gist of it— y'all are ssssooo fucking scary."

  From their perspective, the smiles that broke out across their faces was merely portraying how comical this was for them, but in your shoes, it was blinding. You couldn't even begin to process just how conflicting and overwhelming it was becoming, to be so gobsmacked and intimidated by these two men, but still so undeniably attracted to both of them.. at the same-fucking-time! There was no point in trying to predict where this conversation was even going anymore, because you couldn't even see your way out of it at all. You felt like you were meeting your fate on this one.

— And, judging by the way Jungkook was now moving towards you, it seemed like now was the time to pay your dues...

You were too petrified to move, watching him approach through your peripheral vision and not being able to meet his eyes.. yours were now stuck on the discarded wad of red-hot chewing gum among the floor.

  "What's so scary about us, honey?" Jungkook questioned, with a charming, sultry lilt to his tongue. His aura and demeanor was growing disturbingly strong— and invasive— to you. Your heart was lurching from the awareness of his proximity, once he came to your side, and you were almost startled to the point of flinching when his hand calmly rose to coax your hair away from your face. so that he could enclosed his prominent paw around the nape of your neck, in a very domineering.. and possibly dangerous manner.

    "Hm? You're not gonna answer me now?" He steadily persisted, voice low but intensity high. His fingers were so broad and his touch was so firm; you couldn't trust the intent behind the gesture to call it flirtatious.

  He then began pressing his thumb into your jugular vein, increasing the pressure of your pulse and making beat a little harder against your muscle tissue. You remained unresponsive, but physically shuddered at the chills that erupted throughout your body as his thumb began drawing circles in its place. Your eyes didn't dare to move anywhere close to his face, as you knew you wouldn't be able to handle whatever expression he was starring you down with, without falling apart.

  You no longer felt like any of this was going to lead you to getting any 'work' done today. But even still, you knew you definitely wasn't going to be the same woman you were when you walked in to this studio.

  "You're really starting to send me mixed signals, aren't you?" He pouted to himself, like he was really having a typical discussion despite the aggression. He then took a very close seat next to your body, while the hand on your neck suddenly strolled down to the side of your waist, where he then coiled his arm around your torso to keep you from possibly distancing yourself from his presence. "Well if you're just going to be silent, then I'm going to be invasive."

He knew he was torturing you, and the fact that he was touching bare flesh was agonizing— especially when his palm was so cool against the surface of your skin that was now sweltering beneath the robe. Your nipples have never buzzed like this.

  "Would you like to see the layout of the drawing, first?" Taehyung chirped up after a solid second or so, turning around to retrieve a sheet of paper on the desk before standing to his full-height and walking over to you.

  You sucked in a startled breath when that piece of paper was held out beneath your face, and being as your fists were set to stone in their hold, Jungkook reached out with his other hand to hold the sheet for you, to look at it together.

  You suddenly blinked at the recognition of the photo, but was helplessly thrown off by the realistic drawing edited onto your back.

  It was the photo of you at the pool— only, your bikini-top string was removed and in place of it, and down the entire length of your back, was an intricate rose— who's petals were falling down around the stem in a spiral.

  But then, upon further examination, you realized the soft, blue beam radiating around the path of the petals was actually bringing the wilted ones back up to the blossoming rose, as the vibrant, blood red pigmentation and evergreen stem seemed to be revitalized by the magical rays.

  It wasn't a wilting rose, it was a healing one.

  And that, without a doubt, couldn't have been more fitting to your current situation.

  You were healing— breaking the curse of your self-loathing depression.

  You were so intrigued that you didn't even realize how much distention seemed to vanish in your muscles..

  But then it reappeared when Taehyung took a not-so-spacious seat aside you, trapping you in between him and Jungkook. They seemed to be waiting on you to speak first, and being as you didn't know what else to say, you just spoke your thoughts on the image, and not the unsettling situation going on around you.

   "It's.. really pretty," you awkwardly muttered, shrinking into yourself as you waited for Taehyung to make a move to touch you. But he didn't— and that's what made it more agitating, because you knew he was going to, any second now. So you watched as he distractedly twisted his silver band around his thumb, almost provoking your anticipation.

  "You think you're ready for the commitment of it, though?" He prodded, voice portraying his own lack of conviction. "I mean, you might be tough enough to take it, but I don't want you signing the contract and diving into it, only to realize that you've bitten off more than you chew— as far an pain and endurance goes. You're going to need to convince me of that before we get started, because once you sign the contract, you're going to have to see it through until it's finished. And then you're going to have to take photos that are adequately attractive as this piece. So you may need to take a few days and think about this."

  "But I thought we were planning on starting it today... that's why I took my shirt off."

  "You're right, we were going to do it today— until I realized how indecisive and insecure you are," Tae stated, and those world seemed to hit like a hammer against a very fragile, glass nerve.

  "You don't know anything about me," you weakly defended, the anxiety making you awkward and inconfident as not a shred of bravery was left in your voice. "And you really don't have to be so rude..."

  "There's a difference between honesty and rudeness. This is our work, our business, and our time and free labor going into this. If I don't feel like you're capable of taking on the responsibility of modeling it, I am inclined to tell you why I feel that way, based off of what I can read off you. You are clearly not confident enough for this piece, yet."

  Your eyes remained down-casted but instinctively fluttered shut as Jungkook's lips were suddenly beside your ear; even with the curtain of hair dividing the two of you away from each other, you could still feel the entire area surrounding your eardrum and ear lobe erupt in tingles with the distinct awareness of his proximity.

  "But we could be just what you need to help with that. We see so much potential in you, but we're a little scared to trust that you will see it too— with or without this tattoo. We don't want this all to be a waste of time and a missed opportunity, when you could be just what we need to launch this business off in the right direction. This could be big, (Y/N)."

  "And we could all make a lot of money, if done right. We're willing to give you commission off whatever clientele we get in reference to your piece, and we're thinking of starting a YouTube channel to document this, too. We already have the social-media platform to help with getting this public, but if we get sponsored off our work? We could get so much clout."

  "And you think sex can break me of my insecurities with body?" You asked for clarity, needing more conviction of that. "Because from my personal experience, it did the opposite. It embarrassed me."

  "Well what happened?" They asked at the same time, freaking you out a bit.

  You needed some more water; your mouth was dry it was almost sticking to the roof of your mouth again.

  "I hooked up with a guy at prom and it was just.. lame."

  A rapid series of questions followed that statement, causing you to feel like an ant beneath a magnifying glass.

  "Were you dating him?"

  "No."

  "Did he take his time with you?"

  "No.."

  "Was there any foreplay?"

  "Not really?"

   "Was he in control throughout it all?"

   "Pretty much."

   "Did he even try to please you?"

   "Not really, I guess."

   "Did it last long?"

   "A couple of minutes."

   "Did he even know what the hell he was doing with you?"

  "I guess not!" You broke out from near combustion, feeling their scrutiny zero-in on both sides of your face.

  "Well then that's why," Jungkook stressed after chuckling to himself at the absurdity of your argument.

  "You can't base your sexuality off some quickie that was probably a first-time thing for both of you— I'm assuming that was your first time, anyways," Taehyung examined taking the paper from you and looking at it himself.

  "It was.." you admitted as you returned your gaze to the ground. "You don't want someone like me, though, right? You want someone who knows what they're doing."

  "We want you even more now," Jungkook objectified, roaming his hand beneath the tail of the cloak to leisurely rub your thigh. The hand he had on your rib cage drug to the middle of your back, where he then expanded his fingers to feel your skin. You were so soft. 

  "You know you want this, too. Don't be ashamed to act on it. We live the kind of life where it doesn't take knowing a persons entire life-story before engaging on the chemistry we feel. The first time we fuck-around is actually the official ice-breaker to who we are and what it is that we do."

  You were getting extremely horny, and there wasn't anything you could do to refrain from allowing his words to prickle at the part of your brain that deals with temptation, and wonder, and longing...

  "You don't even know what BDSM truly is, or all that it can be," Taehyung spoke up again, not even saying it as if it were an assumption, or insult, but as a matter of mere fact. You were surprised by the way he suddenly tossed your hair back over your shoulder and away from your face with a back-handed flick of his wrist. He then lifted your head up with a finger beneath your chin, but made no movement to turn your face towards him as he, for some reason, seemed to be examining your neck like a doctor would for inspection. He continued on as he did so.

  "Its an umbrella-term that ventures many different things— and for all those things, it starts with a beginners-faze. You don't know much about yourself or your own sexual arousal at all, and a lot of mentality has to be conquered before you dive into the extremities of being submissive to a dominant male... or two. First there's a trial for experimentation, to find out what your kinks are, and how well you cope with ours— which then builds a lot of trust and understanding, and sets a foundation for that bond to grow, along with your experience. It's all about exploring and finding yourself in things that satisfy you, outside of the vanilla box. And you go from there."

  Why was your stomach flipping at his words? Why were you so intrigued by his words, and their touch, that you found yourself snapping back into reality after somehow zoning into a trance?

  Could they both read and control your mind?

  "But I have a feeling that you don't even know what vanilla-things turn you on," Jungkook openly acknowledged, making you jump as the back of your arm and shoulder blade was now pressing up against his chest so bluntly, that you physically felt the vibrations of his vocal chords rumbling to speak against your bare flesh. His fingers were curling in as he delicately ran his nails along the surface of your skin beneath your breast, just to feel you tremble against him from the goose-bumps that came in his wake. Your stomach was roaring with anxious butterflies now, and an inconsolable adrenaline-high was coming to a peek as you smelt their intoxicating colognes invading your senses, making you feel like your soul was being robbed of all defenses towards them and this situation.

  "If you're not going to speak, then I can go ahead and label a few of them for you," Taehyung offered, loving the way that you were being absolutely still and allowing their hands to venture wherever they so desired. He also learned that strawberries was a fitting scent for you as he could smell the shampoo you used this morning, "You like being touched and handled by us. You're not very good at making eye contact, or communicating through words, but even still, you're letting yourself get caught up in the attention we're giving because you like it. A lot."

Taehyung tilted his head at you, eyes roaming along the flustered complexion of your cheek as he stroked the feverish surface with the back of his knuckle.

  "Am I right?"

  There's was no point in lying, or holding back the truth. They were going to get it out of you.. they already fucking knew.

  So you nodded to that. Sealing your fate.

  "Good. You're coming over to our place tonight." Jungkook announced with an enthusiastic squeeze to your shoulder, bringing you in for a more personalized embraced.

  Your neck finally broke from its restricted confinement and you whipped your head over to look at Jungkook's chest, as his chin was practically hovering above your head and his hold was too tight to lean back from to see his face.

  "For what?" You muttered.

  "We're going to see how obedient you are to following instruction and letting us handle your body. We don't have to have sex just yet."

  "She's probably too fucking tight to take either of us," Taehyung snorted in what sounded like genuine amusement. "But that's gonna take some time, anyways. We can just play around a bit. See how sensitive she is, and how she cums. I bet she creams."

  "I bet she squirts," Jungkook objected.

  "Maybe she can do both. We'll see," Taehyung finalized, suddenly standing up and walking over to his desk to collect his papers. "Go home, take a shower, and if you think it'll calm your anxiety a little, make yourself something eat— or maybe drink you a little bit of alcohol. Don't get shit-faced, though. Be coherent."

  "And make sure your friend knows where you're going and what we plan on doing, and tell him not to worry because you will be safe with us. And make sure you bring an extra set of clothes with you in case you choose to spend the night."

   You listened to both of their instructions as an eruption of giddy distention unleashed in your stomach. You were excited, but frightened at the same.

  But were you going to back out? Hell no. You weren't missing out on this.

  Taehyung rose a brow at you over his shoulder, as if expecting for you to just jump up and get to it. Apparently, he really was.

  "Why are you still sitting there? You were given instruction, (Y/N). That's not something you procrastinate on," he snapped at you, then pointed a strict finger down at a spot on the floor.

   "And get that fucking gum up before it winds up on the bottom of my new Doc Martins."

••••••*

  Jimin was Narruto-running around the house like a cracked-out emu as he screamed bloody-murder from the hype of everything you'd just told him.

"biiiiIIIIIIiii—" a pink-headed blur zoomed by your door he as he darted to the end of the hall, not even pausing to catch air before rounding his way back to your room. "—iiIIITCHHHH!! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!!"

  He was vigorously clapping and running in place now, too much energy in his slender body to know what to do with. You were currently drowning your anxiety in a pint-sized bottle of Hennessy.

  You were now bathed, packed, and waiting for them to return home, so you could go over there. You were trying to pace yourself on the whiskey but fuck, it wasn't kicking in fast enough to suppress the nerves.

  "I'm taking this with me," you rasped with a cough, grimacing at the bottle but willingly embracing the burn of its contents flowing down to your chest. You were dying to catch some relief from your paranoid thoughts; you could barely manage to shave legs without dropping the razor from how bad your hands were trembling since you left the parlor. "I never thought I'd getting any use out of waxing my vagina."

  "That's fate, bitch! I can't believe you're about to be dick'd down by two baddies. TWO!" Jimin beamed whilst holding up two, jazzy fingers. "You don't even understand how happy I am! And how proud I am that you're actually going through with this! They're about to have you bussin' like a bag of fucking chips!"

  "I'm so fucking scared," you nearly cried out, crumbling under the distress. "Please don't make it worse—"

  You heard the distinct rumble of a car nearby, pulling into the direction of the driveway next door. The bass in their sound system was stronger than the engine itself.

  "I got hooooes, caaaaw-liiin," Jimin mumbled in familiarity, suddenly distracted by the tune of the song before smacking his lips in recognition. "That's definitely them."

  Just then, your phone sounded off with a vibration on your nightstand, where you had it plugged in. Jimin was the one to dive for it, and you squeezed the glass bottle with both hands from the high-strung anticipation of what it could be.

  "You gotta text from DADDY, bitch.. with TWO tongue-emojis beside his name," Jimin chirped with an exaggeration jut of his two fingers. "TWO!"

  Your stomach churned; Jungkook programed his own number and contact name in there. You didn't think to look when he handed it back to you, but you're glad you didn't because that would've added on to the stress of the drive home.

  "He says: we're waiting on you," Jimin's eyes practically bulged out of his skull as he ogled at you, and unplugged your charger before thrusting it at you along with your phone. "Better get going, bitch. Did you make sure everything was hairless?"

  You cringed but nodded, shakily gulping another mouthful of whiskey down before cramming the bottle into your backpack, letting your second-set of night-clothes cushion the glass before zipping it up. You then hiked it onto your shoulders and held onto the straps of it like they were life-lines.

  "Did you pack a toothbrush?"

  "And mouthwash," you answered.

  "What panties are you wearing?" He pointedly questioned, taking it upon himself to pull the band of your Sophie-shorts out to inspect the black boy-shorts beneath them. He shrugged in acceptance, and continued his investigation in a serious fashion— or, well, as serious as he could. "Did you use Dove or Ivory to wash that thang?" 

  "Ivory, you weirdo," you scoffed before brushing past him, thoughtlessly treading towards the door so that you wouldn't turn around and dive back into your room. "I never wash my punani with scented soap, that's bad."

  "But you still used those BathBombs from Wish that I TOLD YOUR ASS wasn't FDA approved, and you still came out crying the next day because your dumbass had a UTI. Mamma's just making sure you're taking the proper-precautions to prevent these predicaments, hoe. Which is why you better pee when you're done with them—"

  "Okay, okay! Stop nagging at me, I'm already freaking-the-fuck-out!" You exasperated as you reached for the door knob.

  "That Hennessy will kick in any minute now.. you better take it slow on that shit, too—"

  "Jimin!"

  "IM JUST SAYIN'! STOP—" he popped your forehead, "—FUCKIN' YELLIN' AT ME."

  "OW," You flinched away to rub at the spot, fighting off a giggle so that you could continue to glare at your goofy-ass bestfriend. He was trying to help lighten the situation at hand for you, so you both knew this was for banter's sake. He could still see the fear in your eyes, though. So, with a tight, long hug, he gave you his best assurance.

  "All you gotta do is scream, and I'll bust in that bitch like Jackie Chan off Rush Hour. Crowbar and all," he promised, and you pathetically giggled as you squeezed him back.

  "I'll text you when it's done."

  "Please do, so that I know you're okay," Jimin pleaded, now sounding sincere. "I gotta know my lil' cinnamon-apple is good before I go to bed."

  "Alright Momma," you reassured, breaking away to give his hands a squeeze. "Wish me luck."

  "Have fun, slut," He chirped, sending you off with a beaming grin as he gestured for you to walk. "I'm waiting until they let you in before I go back inside."

  You nodded, now starting to feel the rush of butterflies pick back up again as well as the buzzing warmth of the alcohol you've consumed. You re-tightened your straps as you walked across the yard dividing your houses, and took a huge, deep breath to cope with the sudden spike in your heart as you past their garage and came to the front porch.

"Come on, just fucking do it," you pressured yourself before caving and walking up to the welcoming mat.. and knocking.

  Your breathing was audibly trembling as you waited every solid second to hear footsteps, and when you did, you felt a cold sweat coming to your face.

  The door open, your breath caught, and at the sight of Jungkook now wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, you couldn't decide if it was a sign to break out into a sprint back to your house.

  Because his dick-print was astoundingly prominent, without even being erect. Wow.

Your whole body was pulsing just as strong and consistent as your heartbeat. The alcohol was really beginning to have an affect but did nothing for how effected you were by Jungkook, or your intimidation to him. You somehow contained your apprehension enough to wave at Jimin in verification, to which he enthusiastically waved back— like Forrest did to Lieutenant Dan from the dock of his boat.

  But in no way were expecting Jungkook to step out to see who you were waving goodbye to, and you definitely didn't think he'd give a friendly wave of his own to Jimin. But he did, with full enthusiasm,

  "Hey Wanda!" He called, taking you and Jimin both by surprise— but not in the same way.

  Whereas you were just genuinely shocked by his friendly behavior, Jimin was excited in a way that automatically triggered his inner-hoe.

  "Shiiiit, HI TIMMY," Jimin cat-called from the porch, stepping out to slyly place his hands on his hips. "You lookin' for a Fairy-Gay-Parent?"

"That'd be a wish granted," Jungkook responded with a casual sense of humor, one you had the pleasure of witnessing for the first time. He seemed so.. normal-ish. Nice. You actually really appreciate the way he was approaching Jimin— he must sense how important and close the two of you are.

  Which, still kind of confused you, because Jungkook has never spoken to Jimin before— even though he's friend with Avery, too.

  Maybe he just figured now would be the time to say hi, for once.

  "Good— come to Wanda if you're ever in need of a good meal.. and by that, I'm not just talking about myself. I'm the desert," he called back, strutting back towards the door. "Y'all take care of my little sunflower!"

  "We will," Jungkook said through a snort, lightly throwing an arm over your shoulders to guide you inside. "Goodnight!"

  You gave one final wave to your bestfriend before turning to step into the house, and upon doing so, the first thing you encountered was the strong, potent smell of Weed.

  "Holy hell," you consciously giggled as you waved in the air, signifying what you were smelling. "There's enough gas in here to ignite the entire neighborhood."

  Jungkook snorted behind you as he shut the door, and you were pretty impressed by how nice the living room looked. You didn't know what to expect from a couple of straight guys living in one house together, but you still misjudged the stereotype of them being messy. The Carpet looked freshly vacuumed, and just like the studio, they had black furniture as well as a ginormous flat-screen mounted on the wall.

  Jungkook came up to take your book bag off your shoulders before tossing it on the ottoman, leaving you with the awkward sense of feeling naked as you crossed your around yourself.

  "You smoke?" He asked as he tugged your elbow down to sit with him. You did so, almost against him, and he then threw his arm over the head of the couch behind your head, which suddenly made you feel really tiny all over again.

  "Nah, it freaks me out," You confided after pushing a strand of hair away from your eyes. You recrossed your arms and trained your eyes on the Tv across the room— which was muted on the basketball channel. 

  "Yeah, it use to do me that way too," he commented, and you could feel him starring at your ponytail as the hand behind your head came down to play with a strand. "I can smell the liquor on you, though. What'd you drink?"

  Your eyebrows rose in acknowledgment, as you were somewhat distracted in the tugs you felt in your scalp. "Oh, uhm.. I drank some Hennessy.. and I brought it with me," you laughed, hoping that didn't sound as pathetic as you felt.

  "Did you really?" He humored, the amusement evident in his voice as he went for the whole ponytail— letting the locks waterfall from his fingers. "How much is left?"

  "I'm not sure," you frowned as you genuinely wanted to know yourself, only because it gave you a reason to lean away from him to grab your backpack, and something to do as you unzipped it to retrieve the flask-sized bottle. "There's about 3 shots left.. want some?"

  "Nah, it gives me acid reflux," he confided, taking the bottle from you and making it look a lot more miniature in a his hand. You watched him grin at the missing contents of the bottle, which symbolized just how much you were trying to cope with this all. "Hennessy, though. You gotta be pretty damn strong to drink this shit in large amounts. You're not even of-age to drink, period."

  "How do you know?" You challenged, feeling like it was okay to be playful right now, being as he seemed so tame.

  "It says the year you were born on Facebook," he responded in the same tone, sticking his nose up at you and all. You grinned despite yourself, definitely feeling a buzz as you then plucked the bottle away from him.

  "I'm surprised you could even do the math," you mockingly countered before twisting the top back off to show him how easy it was for you to swallow the unpleasant liquor. You smacked your lips despite wanting to gag, as if it were nothing. "You ought to see Jimin drink this shit, he can't stand it."

  "He seems fucking hilarious. I'd like to chill with him sometime," Jungkook said as he glanced at the television, then both your heads suddenly turned towards the sound of footsteps shuffling down the hall.

"I be balllinnn' like a mo'fuckin' prooo—"

Your eyes widened on instinct, downright astonished by the sight of Taehyung entering the living room. He had no shirt on, but his body, from the waste up, was covered— almost completely— with... so many tattoos. There was only enough space in between to let you know none of them was connected, or specifically designed in coordination with each other, but they all had the same appeal and looked so coordinate together— like each one complicated the next and made them pop out. It was fucking glorious, even without you having the time to describe any of them. Because his body, alone, earned its own attention.

His washer board abs was covered, as well his finely-toned arms. You honestly was just as enthralled by him as you were by Jungkook, because whereas Jungkook had the big, bulky muscles and decked-out designs flowing in full sleeves, Taehyung had a slender, lean physique that was slap-fucking-full of visually appealing art. And it was incredible.

  A walking fucking masterpiece.

  However, upon more thorough inspection, you discovered another interesting detail—

"Your nipples are pierced too?"

  "My nipples were pierced first," He corrected, knowing he looked damn good without a try. He didn't even care to fully gauge your reaction, because he was already aware that you were completely mind-blown. So he instead strolled over beside you, where you basked at the sight his shaggy, damp hair framing the top of his radiantly handsome face.

  He is so fucking hot. Just when you thought Jungkook could be the main apple of your eye tonight, Taehyung showed up to remind you that it was impossible to have a bias between the two. They were at a dead tie.

  "You smell like Hennessy," Taehyung commented as he brought what appeared to be a Black-and-Mild up to his lips. You were surprised to see that his hands still looked dazzling without the excessive jewelry.

  You pulled the bottle out from between your legs, not able to recall when or why you specifically put it there, and showed it him as he pulled a lighter out from the pocket of his sweatpants. He adverted his eyes over to the bottle and his brows rose a fraction at the appearance of it, much like Jungkook's did. You then realized the reason why his eyes looked so much more mellow but cloudy was because he was probably the one high. But you couldn't believe that it didn't take a spec of seduction away from his eyes, though.

  You knew he wasn't tamed.

  "It's so weird meeting someone else who drinks that shit as much as you," Jungkook said to him, like it was something worth hearing about. "I can't even take more than a couple swallows without wanting to puke. She chugs it like it doesn't even bother her."

  You couldn't find it in yourself to speak anymore, so you just gave a tight-quirk of the lips at the interesting look on Taehyung's face, like those words meant something more.

  "That bottle was full when you started drinking it?" he questioned with interest, not bothering to mask the hint of amusement that was proposed in the question as he put the cigar in his mouth.

  "Yeah.." you shrugged, not seeing the big deal.

Tae let out a laugh through his nose before exhaling the smoke from his nostrils and pulling the cigar out from his mouth. His voice sounded so much thicker when he was smoking.

  "You know, when a guy drinks that shit, sometimes he can't even cum or get hard.  I've never had that problem, myself. But, I've seen the effects it has on women. They usually can't stop cumming when they get drunk off whiskey.."

  He smiled a little wider as he took the pint from your hands, shaking it at you as if to reveal just how much you've had to drink.

  "This shit's halfway gone, and I can tell you're beginning to feel it."

  You weren't even fazed by your heart dropping anymore from how demanding the sensations were becoming between your legs, and throughout your entire body. Tae's words set off an epiphany that you somehow have been suppressing up until now. You realized, upon getting ready to come here, that you weren't necessarily thinking about what was going to happen, but more about just coming to see them in their own home.

  You had subconsciously avoided the gratification of coming here to get naked, and to let them do whatever it is they plan on doing to make you cum. You felt like you had entered a simulation and was watching everything from a far, far away place that wasn't particularly present.

  But now? Now you were feeling entirely present. Drunk, but aware. Very fucking aware.

Tae laughed again at your expression, hard enough for his mouth to actually open and reveal his tongue ring before his head fell down a little, his body lazily reclining back into the cushion.

"Ah, damn. We just might turn you into a super-soaker after all."

You didn't know what that meant exactly but you had a pretty good idea of what it dealt with. Squirting.

"We need to ask you a few things first, just to be on the safe-side," Jungkook told you, taking the attention away from Tae as you turned and actually looked at him. He looked so fucking great right now. You couldn't resist.

"Are you clean? I know you said you've only had sex once, and that you get blood drawn, but have you actually gotten verification on paper that proves you are negative to HIV or STDs?"

"Oh, yeah- twice, actually. Uhm, the first time was when I went to the OBGYN for my IUD, and the second time was when they took my blood a couple months back. They do on-the-spot testing."

"Oh, so you have an IUD too," Jungkook reiterated with a pleasant tone. "I was gonna ask you if you are on any sort of birth control. Because we don't like pulling out."

"O-Oh.. uhm, okay.."

"We're clean, though. We have documentation if you'd like to see it," He continued, not missing a beat from his last statement.

You suddenly felt Taehyung's hand fall on your bare thigh, causing an adrenaline-jump to occur in your gut. Your skin was suddenly alive in a tingling buzz that only seemed to intensify the warmth of his palm. You looked over as he put his cigar out in a nearby ash tray, before looking fully at his hand.

"You might as well be screaming to get filled with cum, when you're wearing shorts like these.. I might just have to eat her pussy instead, Kookie."

You breathing was becoming labored at the antsy clench in your lower gut— the heat swarming into your system. It all seemed to be flowing down to your groin, and the higher Taehyung's hand came to the hem of your shirt, the stronger your clit began to pulse. He wasn't even close to touching it yet, but the thought of him doing so had it literally twitching in arousal.

"Nuh-uh, we already said I'd get to do it," Jungkook said in objection, giving Tae a pointed look to relay a message that you wasn't fully aware of. "You know it's not fair."

"I'll just do the inside when you're done, you just focus on her clit," Taehyung reasoned, before leaning into you and switching his hands. One went behind your head, and the other went directly between your legs, where you keened from the tense squeeze he applied to your entire center as he brought his lips next to your ear. "I wanna getta good taste of it."

You were half-gasping, and half-squeaking from the sheer, blunt pressure of his nimble, kneading fingers working their way against your labia through the cotton material of your short and underwear. Your abdomen was clenching in spasms out of pure reflex, and your hands were clammy as they held on to his wrist.

"Aw, your pussy that sensitive, baby?" Taehyung cooed in faux-endearment, pressing his middle finger in with more aim to glide directly over the patch where your clit was, making your hips curve inwards as the intensity was blare enough to startle you. He chuckled deeply at that, kind of sounding like a purring lion, and just when you didn't think he could fuck with your sanity anymore than he was already doing, he turned his head to the side and lapped his pierced tongue along your jugular vein before enclosing his lips area the area for an unmannerly suck.

Your scalp crinkled in tension and your chest hollowed in from the mind-boggling combination, your thighs squeezing and swirling around his circulating fingers. He was being so rough and hasty already, but your body was feeling from contact. You were prepared but somehow you were ignited.

"Don't ruin her shorts. I want her to put them back on when we're done."

"Mmph," Tae grumbled out in reluctance before breaking himself away from your neck and out from between your thighs.

"Then she better hurry up and take them off," he rasped out, before tapping his hand on your thigh. "Stand up and turn around, face the TV."

With a deep breath, you did as told— well, with the help of them boosting you up, being your legs suddenly felt like frigidly noodles.

"Keep your hands to yourself," Jungkook instructed to you, and you noticed they were still sitting down behind you, with their faces pretty leveled with your ass. "Don't look at us."

  What's going to happen? What's going to happen? What the fuck are they about to do?

You cradled your hands against your chest and clenched your eyes shut, waiting. Coping. From the outside-looking-in, someone might think you were praying really hard. But you kind of were, just so you could keep your shit together as they made a living show-doll out of you.

You didn't know who's hands were on you right now but they were definitely going for the waistline of your shorts, and you stiffened as they dug their fingers into the hem and unyielding pulled them past your hips, down your thighs, and passed your calves until they were falling to your ankles and leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

  One beat of silence passed.

"Well that was disappointing—"

You almost jerked away at that, but stopped when they hands at your hips guided you to take the opposite step back.

"You're wearing panties that look like shorts, underneath your shorts? You're a fucking brat." Jungkook chided in what sounded like genuine offense, and you somewhat broke out into a snicker despite the stressful stance you were in, until he whirled you back around to face him—

"Shouldn't have laughed," Tae shrugged, watching with a pleasantly entertained smile as the stark, steely look in Jungkook's face was impeccable. He yanked you in closer to stand between his legs making you meet him eye-to-eye.

"Strip," he snipped out, hands steady on your hips.

"M-My shirt?"

"Everything expect your panties. I'll be taking these off after I watch you strip."

You scarcely breathed out.. This was fucking excruciating! It was impossible not to think about it and just rip your damn top off like a bandaid, because your boobs and belly was the reason why moments like this was apart of your worst nightmares.

"She's not listening to you Kookie," Tae leaned in to note for his friend, clearly provoking the situation. "I guess she doesn't take you as seriously as she takes me."

You shook your head, intending to deny the false accusation, but couldn't will your hands to do the task assigned.

Jungkook's jaw ticked rather irritably as his eyes stayed unflinchingly trained on yours. You were looking down at him with fragility, which must've kept him from taking his friends challenge.

Or so, you thought..

"Give her some help, then," He summoned, making your eyes flash wide in panic as Taehyung immediately sprang to his feet.

"Don't you move away from me," Taehyung lowly warned, pressing his front into your back and taking your discomfort to a whole new level as he let you feel how hard he was. You couldn't feel where it ended, though. It just kept going past your ass... and what you felt was already long enough. And thick.

Tae's hands came to slither below your belly, his pinky coasting the band of your shorts as Jungkook rested himself back against the cushions of the couch with a mirthful grin, ready for the show.

"And don't you look away from him," Tae added on, making his friends smile grow even more as he tentatively crossed his arms at the two of you.

You could've sworn you were watching Jungkook transform back into the same, wolfishly demonic man you first perceived him to be when you first encountered him at the studio. He seemed so cunning, but was so calmly collected in his manner that it was undeniably disturbing.

But holy shit, you were entranced by that.

You only closed your eyes when Taehyung hiked your shirt up with no warning, making you go frigid as he proceeded to haul it up over your head. You complied on reflex and lifted your arms, but it was with great dread as you instantly hugged your chest and could not look Jungkook in the eye anymore.

"Quit shaking, it's not even cold in here," Jungkook chastised, then jutted his chin at you in command. "Arms by your side."

He wasn't making you look at him anymore, so for that you were able to drop your arms despite not being able contain the shake. That was completely out of your control—

You quietly gasped as Taehyung had your bra undone before you could prepare yourself for the rest of the reveal, and you jerked with the urge to catch the bra itself as it fell down your arms— but hit the ground before you could act.

The world was spinning too fast. This was moving too fast.

"There is absolutely nothing fucking wrong with you, (Y/N)," Jungkook said in all seriousness, and you suddenly felt a rush of emotion come on, as if you were deeply triggered by the tender subject. They could see your blood boiling bright beneath your flesh— your utter fear radiating off your aura.

 This was it. This was you facing a very big, burdening fear that's held you back on so much living.

But you were too worked up from the other hormones to cry. You just stayed still despite the rattle in your system.

"You are perfectly damn fine," Taehyung emphasized by curling his arms back around you to aggressively palm your breasts. You didn't anticipate how sensitive they'd be— they felt like mush beneath his discourteous hands. You shuddered and went into shock when he leached his mouth onto the other side of your neck, pinning you against his body as he began rolling your perky nipples between his fingers, making you hiss and squirm a little—

"Ungh!" You spluttered out, eyes shooting open as you were stunned by the swift smack against the side of your thigh— signally you to stand in attention to the heated man in front of you.

"Didn't he tell you to keep your fucking eyes on me? Why do you have such a hard time cooperating with me? Am I being too lenient with you?"

Taehyung drawled out a groan at the back of his throat, like he was having the time of his life feasting on the bruising flesh of your neck, and a very dark, scornful singe rolled into the blazing eyes of Jungkook's glare.

"I'll fix that. Look away and see what happens," He warned you with obvious threats implied, fingers reaching for the band of your panties. "And for every time you don't answer to me with yes sir, or no sir, or please sir, or sorry sir, that's another cry I'm going to wrench out of you. This is your last chance, alright? You're going to be good for me."

Jungkook was snapping and you nodded out of pure submission, then caught yourself and slung the words past your lips before you could choke on the thought of them.

"Y-Yes sir."

A wicked smiled sprawled across his sharp, bewitching face, and without waiting a second longer, he snatched your panties clear off your hips, and drug them down to join where your shorts once were, at your ankle.

Your hands shot up to shield your face before reluctantly falling back in place with a cringe. You were unnerved by the blunt action and the sudden, overwhelming vulnerability that you were now facing, but Taehyung locked his arm around your rib cage and jolted you a bit, as if it to wake you up and reground your endurance.

"Quit it, you're okay," he recited like a commander, but you were still heaving from the distress. Your face felt like it was combusting from the heat of the blood rush. You wanted to scream—

Jungkook's hands pulled you in as Taehyung walked you up to him a step more, and your stomach curled in at the feeling of his lips at the line of your bare, uncovered pelvis. You were sputtering for air as he kissed you there, and let his lips stay in their place as he then spoke to you.

"You're not looking at me," he mumble from below. "I'm trying my damnedest to be nice to you."

"I can't!" You rasped, breaking character and rubbing your swelling eyelids. "It's too hard!"

Tae's hands shot up your wrists and forcefully twisted them behind your back to hold them there, And he literally shoved you into Jungkook— who was suddenly standing to his full height and towering down above you with an unforgiving glower. You struggled to gasp as his calloused fingers grappled around the perimeter of your jaw, locking you in place with a claw-like hold so that you physically could not look away from him without closing your eyes.

"What's so fucking hard about it? You don't like looking at me?"

"I do! But I— I can't when you're looking back at me.."

"Why?" He demanded, making you flinch as he pulled you higher to your tip-toes by the hand on your face.

"Because I'm ugly!" You strained.

"No you are NOT," he snapped within that split-second. "You are a beautiful girl. And you're going to fucking see that, soon enough."

Your eyes dared to open from the mere.. solidity you felt at that. Jungkook's narrowed in at you in examination, making you blink rapidly at the authoritative energy he was boring down upon you.

"I-I'll listen to you, sir," you quietly aired out, feeling his hands tighten at a snails pace. His eyes scanned your's intently.

"You sure about that?" He tested, and in no way were you prepared for the nimble pinch that came to your throbbing nipple by the fingers of his free hands.

You hissed as your inner cheek simultaneously pressed against your molars, unable to squirm away at the assault as Taehyung's hand were as harsh as iron shackles around your forearms.

"Yes sir," you said with a chatter, stomach convulsing as his fingers then released the bud to twinkled down the trail of your sternum, past your navel, and down to your leaking core.

"Who were you making this pussy so pretty for? Me or him?"

"Both," you answered immediately, even though it was already bare prior. But even if you had shaved it just now, your intentions would've been for the both of them— either of them.

Chills sprung to the damp lips of your pussy as Jungkook's fingers caressed the outskirts of your slit, sliding across your folds like smooth.

"Her pussy fees like silk," He arrogantly noted to Tae, who's outspoken silence was rolling like thunder clouds over the back your head.

"Don't patronize me, motherfucker," Tae heaved with a heavy intent. "I'll steal this whole fucking show."

"He's a bit of a fireball," Jungkook went on to say as you whimpered. Your thighs were shaking from the agonizing urge to close them on reflex, but you were then distracted by the way Jungkook lowered his face to peck your forcefully puckered lips. You were actually blushing from the affection gesture but should've fucking known he was counterbalancing a surprise attack, for he then took the following chance to dip his bulky middle finger between your slippery-wet seal to feel the warm, twitching flesh underneath, causing your body to writhe as your clit jolted to attention, and a weep or two made its way past your quivering lips as he roamed the valley. You couldn't see it, but a doggishly enthralled grin crept over that arrogant face of his, but the snort that sounded of as he skimmed the source of your fluids was just as degrading as he watch your face crumble in, and felt your saturated labia spasm beneath the pad of his finger.

He then sought out your inconsolably awaiting clit, making you literally melt at the pure sensation of his touch. Your lids became heavy as he lightly began to twirl your swollen bud with a tentative motion. The lubrication of your arousal made the stimulation so much more impactful for him, and he was literally about to make you cum with the most minimal of efforts.

You were just about to drool on his hands but swallowed to strangle down the sobs of pleasure. Jungkook was beginning to marvel down at you now, and his hand moved from your jaw to jostle you closer by the nape of your neck so that he could act on it as soon as possible. He tilted his head at the perfect angle to claim your mouth with his own once more, willing you to reciprocate by letting him leisurely suckle and caresses the surface of your bottom lip with his tongue. You were even pressing your lips further out against his despite his manual manipulation, just to get the full effect until he broke off with an audible smack.

  And then his finger suddenly slipped down, and you once again remembered that he wasn't to be trusted. His kisses were distractions—

A suddenly puncture invaded your unprepared hole, which about the size of a tampons. But what made you grunt and hissed at the blunt intrusion was the stretch of a second finger and knotty knuckles that made your snug, inexperienced walls, causing them to ache and quiver in protest. He thrusted his his fingers in deep enough to make your abdomen wrench when he met the shallow end of your cervix.

"Tighter than a fucking glove too," he gleefully gritted out as he withdrew his fingers from your pussy to show Tae the thick, shimmery coating of your arousal covering the first few inches of his knuckles. Your breathing hollowed when he then pressed the pad of his finger thumb together, to show off the gel-like consistency of it. "But slipped right in."

You couldn't see Tae's reaction but you felt the shaft of his prominent member stir against your ass, his hands beginning to twist around your achy arms like he was conducting an Indian Burn.

Jungkook's eyes then slid back down yours as he pressed the pad of his wet fingers against your lips.

"Clean it up." Was all he said.

Ogling at him in a trance you couldn't describe, you opened your mouth and allowed his fingers to glide back against your taste buds, instantly closing your mouth around the digits to suck them off.

"Thaaat's a good girl," Jungkook marveled, seemingly shook by the feel of your tongue swiveling around to wash your juices from his knuckles. "I knew you were a little freak."

Jungkook withdrew his fingers and pinched your chin to show a little bit of affection, then rolled his tongue beneath his bottom lip, suddenly looking like he had an appetite.

"I'm going to eat your pussy until you fucking scream," he stated in that next second, as if he was just merely advising you to ready yourself.

But you couldn't; the second Jungkook stepped to the side and Taehyung bumped you forward, you were already about to scream from the fear of not knowing what it was going to feel like to have a man go down on you. But when you were close enough to the couch, and Tae turned to make you sit back between his legs, you were almost on the verge on tapping out.

"Keep your arms folded behind you or I'll go get the handcuffs," he instructed with no sort of teasing bluff in his tone. You nodded in obedience secured them between the two of you like you were being arrested, while Tae took the opportunity to greedily grope your breast again.

"These are fucking great. But I'm going to cum all over your ass tonight, so that I don't have to look at your mouth and wind up fucking it while I'm trying to cum on your tits." Tae said as he squeezed himself around your hips.

You were listening to him, with full imagery of what his words portrayed, but you couldn't look away from the sight of Jungkook kneeling in front of you—

"Oof—" a hand seized your throat, very strongly, forcing you choke on the abrupt lack of air caused by Tae squeezing your windpipe with an unforgiving glare. You went stiff and still from the blatant shock of what he was doing. You could still somewhat breath, but it wasn't much help to know that he was daring you to fight him off. Testing you to crack.

"I wanna hear you whine," Taehyung sneered into your ear, making a burst of heat swarm through your veins like liquid fire. You felt like you were loosing your mind.. your own sense of thought.

And you felt so... free? Was that the word? It was ironic, but justifiable in a sense.

You were afraid to show your reactions anymore, it's what they wanted.

"Yes sir." You breathed out in coherence, feeling drunk off your own discombobulated state of mind. Your eyes were beginning to loll from the possessiveness of his hand around your throat, and the breathing at your core. You didn't resist when your legs went up in the air, and a deep, unforeseeable cry rang out from your chest when your pussy was engulfed with a wet, warm mouth, and a wide, slippery-laced tongue flattened to slither up the valley of your labia. Your clit sparkled with the stimulation of having the smooth taste buds lap away at it like a lover, skillfully spoiling the raw bundle of nerves with a tentative twirl and a sensual stroke. Your world was quickly coming apart before you could bare your grounding, and your mind was blindly falling into a black hole of mesmerization as you began suckling at your raw flesh, mimicking the feeling of his kiss. But he wasn't even trying, it seemed. He was just teasing your core— warming himself up to your taste.

And apparently, he was satisfied, because his mouth maneuvered down to greedily lick his extended tongue all the way back up again just to hear you keen. He pushed your legs back further until the top of your thighs touched your stomach, and your pussy was practically presented on a platter for him.

"Watch him (Y/N)," Tae snapped at you, and your heart lurched at the drastic increase in his strength of his hand, clenching around your esophagus.

You audibly gurgled in strain, but did as told until he released your throat and somehow heightened the sensation of talented tongue dominating your mound. The hold beneath your knees was so firm, but the most blatant thing of all was how hot your flesh felt once the sight of Jungkook had your undivided attention. He was coaxing at your slit with a wide, mouthed smile— a hungry one. One, that seemed to be enjoying it's meal.

Your inside exploded with lust. You couldn't even pay attention to how the rest of your body felt anymore because his eyes crept up at you with desire. You didn't know you were so fucking pink down there, but it oddly matched the pigmentation of his vibrant, merciless tongue, that did something almost unnatural as it literally slithered and writhed over your puckered clit like a snake in the water. Your uterus clenched in sheer bliss and your mouth parted in awe, knowing that this sight would forever be burned into your brain for the rest of your life.

He buried his mouth deeper between your lips to languishingly slurp with a sloppier technique, one that draw your entire core up in anguish, all while watching you with a patronizing glint in his eyes. As if to say, "dance for me little girl."

"Ooh my gooood," You hoarsely wailed out in agony, the zinging sensations of his mouth growing to new heights and making your body fold in on itself. The sloshing and suckles were graphic, the feeling was brutally raw, but it was such an amazing feeling that you were about to black-out in pleasure. Something was going to rupture.

"Cum you little whore. You can do it. Cum for your Daddy."

That fucking did it, Tae's degrading demand slung you over the edge of control. The tongue between your legs went into turbo-mode, and was swerving your clit around with such vigorous persistence that your body couldn't hold out anymore. Your eyes lolled back and you swore cunt had combusted, and white-hot euphoria erupted everywhere, starting from the electrifying convulsions of the pleasure wafting from your labia and flooding through veins with a drug-like adrenaline rush. Your neck was being held widely by Tae's hand now, keeping your face up right throughout your orgasm. It wrecked you so thoroughly that the downfall felt dramatic, and you fell utterly limp once the roaring had dissipated and left in an inconsolably whimpering, slumped-out mess against his body.

"You're so fucking whiny, like a little baby," Tae chuckled, but your mind was too fatigued to acknowledge it. You were seeing stars as he teasingly tossed your head to the side to look at you slacked-out face— amused by how brain-dead you looked. "I think you killed her, Gguk."

"She's still squirming, She's alive. But look at the fucking mess she made, though," Jungkook cracked up, and Tae's chest began to quake with his own silent laughter. "We wouldn't happen to have anymore Shamwow's laying around?"

They were unfolding with laughter, which slowly brought you out of your daze with a new founded confusion. Why are they laughing? What are they talking about?

You forced your neck to turn over and away from Taehyung's collarbone look up at Jungkook, who was dabbing his mouth with the back as his hand and breathing a little harder as his neck and chest was glistening with.. sweat?

Oh god, oh fuck! WAIT—

"Did I pee?!" You croaked out, moving to sit up but Taehyung was quick to remind you to stay still.

"No, you squirted," Jungkook informed with a triumphant upbeat in his attitude as he picked your shorts up off the floor and wiped his mouth.. and Adam's apple, and pectorals off before discarding them again, and made grabby-hands at you in gesture for you to grab them. "So much for saving those shorts."

You hesitated at first, but when Tae's hand released to instead help you gain footing on your wobbly legs, you brought your arms out of their confinement and placed your somewhat numb fingers into Jungkook's palms. He pulled you up very slowly, patiently, and steadied you as Tae twisted the cap off a bottle of water that's been sitting on the side table.

"Hm," he hummed in instruction as he tilted the open bottle up at your lips. You greedily accepted the water and guzzled down half of it in under five seconds, and Taehyung had to pull the bottle away in exasperation as you nearly drank your entire weight in it.

"Jesus— do you want to piss yourself? You're not even done yet. It's my turn now."

Your eyes threaten to sink into their sockets again, not forgetting but not entirely ready just yet. But, you knew if you waited at all, this feeling could vanish. So you wearily nodded in permission to proceed, and Jungkook took the water bottle from Tae to chug the rest down as he pulled you with him to the couch again.

Once he sat the empty bottle down on the table, he shifted his legs onto the couch to lay on his back while hauling you up to crawl on top of him, but a second pair of hands grasped at your hips to keep you up on all fours, before a throw-pillow was tucked beneath your pelvis and over Jungkook's to keep your ass arched in the air.

You were then forcibly shoved down until your cheek was pressed flush against Jungkook collarbone, thanks to your unsteady arms having very little strength left in them to bare anymore weight, and your ponytail was abruptly pulled outwards, until you were bent into a downwards arch and looking facing up.

You were suppose to be looking up, but you didn't realize your eyes were closed in dreariness until a large hand— one that you were beginning to familiarize just by the feel and shape— patted your cheek with intent to bring you to, and your lids floated back over until you were looking back at Jungkook in obedience.

"Are you okay with continuing? We can stop if you don't feel up to doing anything else."

Tae's weight paused as he was lower his knees behind you.

 "I'm okay," You spoke once you recollected your coherency, somehow rekindling the strength to support your weight now. "Where do my hands go?"

Jungkook shuffled beneath you to bring his face closer and beneath your's, his smile one of appreciation towards your stealth, and he brought his hands up to frame your face.

"They can stay where they're at, pretty girl."

Your insides warmed with a fuzzy need, reeling at the sweet endearment. You almost forgotten what you were in the middle of until Taehyungs massive hands palmed the under-cup of your ass cheeks to spread your flesh and reveal the very, upmost intimate parts of your body to his feigning eyes.

  You groaned at the crude vulnerability.

"Ooh, you stingy little slut. How could not want us to see this perfect little cunt? And this fucking ass!"

THWACK!

"AH!" You wrenched into a spam as your tender, high-strung flesh rippled beneath the splaying hand like a tidal wave upon impact. You never thought in a million years you'd be revitalized by the sheer, stinging strike, but holy fuck, your were arching your ass in liking before you could process it.

  THWACK!

You shuddered and panted like dog over Jungkook, and he fucking loved it so much that he'd couldn't keep his fingers out if your pretty little mouth, impulsively slipping his thumb over your bottom row of teeth to flattened it against your tongue and making you look like a wantoning pornstar as you heard Taehyung spit. A warm glob of saliva instantly splattered over your opening, and even though you had absolutely no use for the extra lube, something told you that he did it for his own degrading pleasure. However, you were not expecting the abrupt stretch off two fingers plunging into the depths of your defenseless walls, which caused you to audible choke out around Jungkook maneuvering thumb.

"Fuuucking hell," Taehyungs rasped out as he unyieldingly plummeted his fingers in yo the very last knuckle, aiming for your cervix. Your pussy fluctuated in protest, like he wanted it too, and he continued to retracted and invade just so he could manipulate your tunnel into sucking his fingers like a pacifier.

Jungkook let you close your eyes for a moment just to watch how fascinating your face looked when it was scrunching up in strain, but not once did you move in protest.

"Don't you fucking bite me," He huskily purred out, that being your only warning before he forcefully inserted both his middle and fourth finger into your mouth, roughly swooping further past your tongue until he was at the back of your throat. "Suck on daddies fingers while you cum on Tae's."

You obeyed to the best of your ability, although it wasn't necessarily hard when his hand Then squeezed your cheeks in with a clamp-like hold again, and began finger-fucking your mouth to create his own feeling. The only reason you didn't gag was because you were already choking on the sobs that built as Taehyung took his fingers out to massage your overly-sensitive clit. The bud was so swollen and traumatized from post-orgasm that you rattled from the overstimulated torture. You couldn't even control your swallowing well enough to stop a copious amount of saliva from leaking out from around Jungkook's fingers and in between his knuckles.

"Aw, babygirl's drooling on herself. You fucking love this, we've got you right where we want you, just that easy."

"She's gonna be the funnest one yet. You wanna be our little toy-slut? We'd love to train you. You're so responsive, it's fucking insane."

"She can't answer you, but I know that's a yes."

"Well then I won't torture that much. We'll make this quick before I wind up having to fuck her silly from how fucking hot this is."

"Go ahead and turn it on," Jungkook signaled, and you blinked at him in unknowing confused until your ears picked up the slightest, but distinctively specific sound of vibrations.

Your pussy was spread out again to open you up, and absolutely nothing in this world could've prepared you for the thick, bulbous tongue the delved into your tunnel.. with a VIBRATING BARBELL AND STUD, buzzing away at your spasming walls to no abandon.

Taehyung was tongue-fucking you.. with a vibrating tongue ring.

"AH! AH!" You shouted out as you core began to swell too fast for you to handle. The feeling of his slippery member sloshing around and pumping in and out while the piercing massaged your quaking innards flew you into another mind-numbing orgasm before you could see it coming.

  And then you were cumming.

Tae's fingers thrusted back in to vigorously pump the area where it felt you had sprung a leak— not exactly from same area you normally pee, but you could feel water literally spraying out of you like a geyser, and your body was convulsing like the exorcist.

"Good fucking girl!" Taehyung boomed before snatching his fingers out and thwacking his hand upwards to smack your lips and make you jolt.

He did it 3 more times until he were screaming, and as soon as you fell into a trance of silence, his hands returned to your ass cheeks.

"Stay still," He rasped as you felt him shifted up on his knees against. His hand parted your flesh to reveal your holes once more, but you couldn't tell what he was doing with the other hand, that was covered with your juices, until you heard him hiss in labor.

He was jacking off.

You were aware, but in La-La land as your forehead sagged down against Jungkook's. He was softly laughing through his nose while holding onto your face for neck supporting, and kissing you in affection as if Taehyung wasn't currently drenching your opening with hot, heavy-coated cum.

You didn't keep track of how long it took, you just laid there until his hand slipped away, and you felt his secretion oozing down between the legs.

"Shit," he sighed as he fell back into the corner part of the couch, only taking as much time to pull his sweatpants back up and using your shorts to wipe his hands off before reaching for the ashtray and relighting his cigar. He fell back into the cushion as he inhaled the tobacco, then exhaled as he looked at your lifeless figure atop his friend's.

Poor Jungkook was still hard as a rock.

"Are you not gonna get your's?" Tae teased, elbowing Jungkook calf.

"Mnt-mm," he hummed back as he leaned away from kissing your flustered, spent face. "She's has more than enough tonight. I'll jerk off in the shower after I clean her up and put her to bed."

"Put her in mine." Tae told him, and quickly received a look of absurdity from his friend, who's head popped-up over your heaving shoulder.

"What? No. I want her." Jungkook insisted.

"You can come lay with us, dumbass. I'm the one with the bigger bed." Tae said with an audible eye-roll.

  You were slipping away from reality faster than you could keep up...

"Oh, yeah. Alright. Clean up in here while in get her fixed."

And with that, Jungkook sat up and waited until you were conscious enough to stand on your own two feet, and Tae was quick to take your shorts and cram them between your legs from behind— muttering something about making an even bigger mess for him to clean up before tapping your ass in signal to walk. And then, you followed Jungkook to wherever he was taking you now, slowly coming to terms with the fact that you somehow...

Someway...

Survived your first night with the doms next door.

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That’s the end guys! Hope you enjoyed :*

Soooo....

How much do you hate me?

LOOK, LET ME TELL YALL THE HELL IVE GONE THROUGH WITH THIS UPDATE. It took so much time and so many rough drafts to perfect how I wanted this to go, and after MONTHS of critiquing and building and building, I went to upload the final, edited draft after hours of revision AND I SHIT YOU NOT, IT LITERALLY WOULD NOT OPEN THE DOCUMENT AND IT DELETED THE ENTIRE THING.

I've had to rewrite this whole part from memory, and I legit had an entire meltdown over it so that's why I kinda fell off the grid. I needed to step back and keep myself from quitting, so yeah, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE. YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH YOR SUPPORT MEANS TO ME!

.. but you may now proceed to cuss me the fuck out. Love ya 🥰