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deerlysacred · 2 days ago

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🥘 . . . taming a bear, { soldier boy x witch fem!reader } | playing house

𐂂 𝄢 { butcher left you to take care of this famous supe soldier boy for the weekend. }

𖣂 𝄢 fluff, first chapter of the ‘playing house’ series. not sure how much chapters it'll have, planning on 3 for now.

‼️ 𝄢 i do not own the boys or any of its characters; all rights belong to their respective creators. this is purely a work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only, with no intention of profit.

The safe house wasn't much to look at. A shitty little apartment in the middle of nowhere, with peeling wallpaper and a draft that whistled through the cracks in the windows. Butcher and the others had left hours ago, and now it was just you and Soldier Boy.

While they were out playing detective, you were tasked with making sure Soldier Boy —Ben— didn't do something stupid, like get himself killed before the job was done or accidentally vaporize an entire city block in a fit of PTSD. Babysitting duty, basically. Butcher had even been patronizing enough to say, "Keep 'im happy. Maybe cook 'im a meal or somethin'." As if you weren't already the unofficial den mother of this ragtag mess of a team.

So. Cooking it was.

You figured stew would be easy enough. One pot. Minimal effort. Warm, fulling, impossible to fuck up. All you had to do was get through the next weekend without pissing off the most volatile superhuman in history or dying from secondhand smoke inhalation.

Simple.

Except Ben was watching you. Very closely.

Not in the way most men did— sly glances, stolen looks when they thought you wouldn't notice. No, his stare was direct and sharp. It was the kind of look that made you hyper-aware of every movement, of the slow stir of the spoon in your hand, of the subtle hitch in your breath.

Ignore him. He's like an old cat— if you acknowledge him, he'll just do it more.

He was sprawled on the couch, beer dangling lazily between his fingers, the flickering TV screen casting sharp shadows over his face. Even like this —half-drunk and half-bored— he had a presence that was impossible to ignore. Broad shoulders slouched, thick arms corded with muscle resting over the couch. His long legs were spread wide, the denim of his jeans stretching over thick thighs. "What the hell are you even makin' over there?" His gruff voice cut through the quiet, laced with skepticism. "Smells weird."

You glanced over your shoulder for a second, catching him scrunching his nose like a spoiled golden retriever. "It's stew." you said, giving the pot another slow stir.

Ben snorted, bringing the beer to his lips, his throat bobbing with each slow swallow. "Christ. What, Butcher put you up to this? Thought you were my fuckin' babysitter, not my goddamn housewife."

Heat crept up your neck at that, but you ignored it, choosing instead to focus on chopping up some carrots. "Yeah, well, I figured if I let you fend for yourself, you'd either burn this place down trying to use the microwave or get scammed into buying twenty-dollar fast food. So here we are."

"Dont need a goddamn caretaker too. I'm a grown man." he muttered into his beer, but there was something almost amused in his tone. Maybe even… appreciative? You weren't sure. His default setting was 'grumpy' so it was hard to tell.

You scrapped the chopped vegetables into the pot, watching as they disappear beneath the simmering broth. The aroma was actually kind of nice, despite what Ben said.

For a while, there was only the sound of bubbling stew and whatever car chase was happening on TV. Then, Ben spoke up again.

"Didn't know witches cooked." His voice was a low drawl, rough around the edges like he smoked a thousand cigarettes (which, let's be real, he probably had).

"What, you think I survive on eye of newt and bat wings?"

He shrugged, took another swig of his beer, and gestured vaguely at you with the bottle. "Dunno. Figured you just… I dunno, chant some shit and make food appear. Like poof— supper's on the table."

You rolled your eyes. "That's not how magic works."

"Then what's the point?"

Your grip tightened slightly on the spoon. "Oh, I don't know, maybe I like doing things with my hands."

You realized your mistake the second his lips quirked up into a shameless grin.

"Yeah? Bet you do."

You groaned, immediately regretting everything. Maybe if I just jumped out the window— no, bad plan, third floor. Maybe—

Ben chuckled, low and satisfied with himself, as he settled deeper into the couch. "What's in it anyway? Gotta admit it's starting to smell… decent."

You grinned, dropping some salt in with a flick of your fingers. "Beef, potatoes, carrots, some herbs— basic stuff."

He raised an eyebrow. "You do all this by yourself?"

You blinked, a little thrown by the question. "Uh… yeah?"

"Huh." He took another sip of his beer, gaze sliding over you in a way that feels almost calculating. "You'd make a good housewife."

You froze mid-stir, processing that absolute relic of a statement. Then, slowly, you turned to him, wooden spoon still in hand. "Excuse me?"

He smirked, completely unrepentant. "You heard me."

Your fingers tightened around the spoon. "I'll have you know I am not housewife material."

Ben scoffed. "Bullshit. You cook, you clean—"

"I don't clean for you—"

"—you do all that magic hocus-pocus shit, probably got some potion that makes a man sleep like a baby. Bet you'd keep a husband real happy." He leaned forward, propping an elbow on the coffee table, the grin on his face wicked. "Ever think about settling down, sweetheart?"

Your eye twitched. "Yeah. Every day. With arsenic."

Ben barked out a laugh, a real one, amused. "Shit, you got some bite to you, huh?"

You sighed, turning back to the stew before you say something that gets you vaporized. "I don't know what kind of women you were around back in the day, but I'm not some 1950s housewife."

"No shit, women these days got more bark than they used to."

You tossed a disbelieving glance his way. "Gee, I wonder why."

Ben shrugged like it was all the same to him. "Not complaining. I like a girl with some fight in her."

For some reason, that made your stomach do something weird. Not good weird, but… weird. You busied yourself with the stew. "You're impossible."

"I'm a fucking delight."

"Sure."

Silence settled between you, broken only by the occasional pop of the stew as it simmers. Ben watched you for a while, his expression shifting into something more thoughtful. Then, surprisingly, he asked: "How'd you learn?"

You blinked. "Learn what?"

"This." He gestured vaguely to the stove, to you, to the whole cooking situation. "Somebody teach you?"

You hesitated, caught off guard by the genuine curiosity. "Yeah… my mom."

Ben hummed, gaze drifting slightly. "That right?"

"Yeah." You stirred absently, the memory coming back to you. "She used to say that food is one of the simplest ways to care for someone. That a good meal can fix a lot of things."

Ben took that in, quiet for a beat. Then—

"That's some sappy shit."

You sighed. "Of course that's what you take from it."

He smirked. "Hey, you wanna cook for me, I'm not gonna complain. Just sayin' —a blowjob does the same thing and takes half the effort."

WHAT THE—

Your hand twitched violently, almost sending the spoon flying. Ben just laughed at your shock. You didn't throw the spoon at Ben's stupid face, but God, the temptation was there. Instead, you took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand. The stew was done. It smelled rich and hearty, the kind of meal that sticks to your ribs. You grabbed two bowls, ladled some in, and set them on the table, sliding one towards Ben with a little more force than necessary.

"There. Eat."

Ben eyed the bowl, then you, smirking like he could hear every profanity currently screaming in your brain. "Didn't even spit in it. How sweet."

"Yet." you muttered under your breath as you sat across from him.

Ben picked up the spoon, scooping up a chunk of beef and potato. He gave it a cautious sniff —because apparently, despite surviving years of eating God-knows-what, he suddenly didn't trust food— before taking a bite.

His chewing slowed.

You watched him carefully. "Well?"

He didn't answer right away, just chewed, swallowed, and went in for another bite. Then another. His brow furrowed slightly, like was confused. "…Huh."

You raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

Ben pointed his spoon at you. "This is actually pretty fuckin' good."

You snorted. "Wow, thanks. High praise from a guy who probably ate paint as a child."

Ben grinned. "And look how I turned out."

"Oh yeah. Perfect specimen." You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help feeling a little pleased as he kept eating. Soldier Boy, the walking nuclear warhead, was sitting in front of you, wolfing down your cooking like it was the best thing he had in decades.

He gestured at the bowl. "So, this, uh… this is normal now?"

You tilted your head. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged. "Like… people don't eat TV dinners and spam anymore?"

"Okay, first of all, people still eat that stuff. But yeah, home-cooked meals are still a thing. Not everyone survives on frozen shit."

Ben grunted. "Didn't have time to cook back in the day. Always off doin' supe shit. When I was home, I had a hire girl do it."

You gave him a dry look. "Of course you did."

He smirked. "What? S'how it was. You'd have fit right in back then."

You scoffed. "Yeah, except I wouldn't have been cooking for you."

Ben chuckled, shaking his head as he dug back into the stew. For a while, there was just the sound of eating— the quiet clink of spoons against bowls. It was oddly… peaceful.

Then, naturally, Ben ruined it.

"So, what's the deal with you and Butcher?"

You paused mid-bite, blinking at him. "What?"

Ben gestured vaguely. "You two got a thing or somethin'?"

You nearly choked on your food. "What—God, no!"

Ben smirked, clearly entertained by your horror. "That a little too much mustache for ya?" Caressing his beard.

You shuddered dramatically. "Ew. Please. I don't need that image in my head while I'm eating."

"Figured. Butcher doesn't seem like the type to go for weird little witch girls."

You narrowed your eyes. "Weird little witch girls? I'm gonna hex you."

Ben laughed, deep and throaty, one hand drumming against the coffee table. "So if it ain't Butcher, you got someone else?"

You frowned. "Why do you care?"

He shrugged, popping another bite into his mouth. "Just makin' conversation."

You studied him for a moment, then sighed, stabbing at your stew. "No. No one."

Ben raised an eyebrow. "What, a cute thing like you, no boyfriend?"

Your face heated slightly, but you rolled your eyes. "Oh, please. I don't have time for that. I've got more important things to worry about than—" You waved your spoon vaguely. "—dating."

Ben hummed, considering you. "That's a damn shame."

You cleared your throat. "Why? You wanna sign up?"

"Depends. Do I get more stew out of it?"

You scoff. "Oh, that's what you're after. The food."

"Hey, I ain't gonna lie to you, sweetheart. You cook like this, a man starts thinkin' long term."

You rolled your eyes so hard you nearly sprained something. When you were done, you stood up. "I'm gonna go wash my hands." Ben just grunted in acknowledgment.

You headed to the dingy little bathroom, shaking your head as the faucet rattled before spitting out a weak stream of warm water. Just as you were drying your hands with a towel, you heard it—

Ben's voice, raised and pissed.

Your stomach dropped.

Oh, God. Nononononononono…

You barely dried your hands before rushing out of the bathroom, half-expecting to find him punching holes in the walls or squaring up against some poor delivery guy. Instead, you skidded to a stop in the middle of the living room and found him standing there, broad-shouldered and brimming with barely restrained fury, gripping your phone in one massive hand like he was debating whether to crush it.

"You answered my phone?!" you yelled.

Ben turned his head, green eyes blazing, irritation sharp in the hard set of his jaw. "You didn't answer it," he shot back. "Thought it was somethin' important! Instead, some dickhead named Greg starts yappin' in my ear about 'overdue payments' and 'interest rates'— what the hell kinda scam you wrapped up in?"

Your eyes widened. "Wait— you talked to the bank man?"

Ben crossed his arms, his expression pure fury. "Damn right I did."

You groaned, dragging your hands down your face. "Oh my god. What did you say?"

"I told 'im to go fuck himself, that's what I said! Told 'im he's a snake oil peddler and if he wants his money so bad, he can come down here and fight me for it like a man."

Your jaw dropped. "BEN."

"What?"

"That was my credit card company! I owe them money!"

Ben blinked, his green eyes zoning out for a second. "…So?"

"So, now they probably think I'm trying to threaten them instead of paying them!"

Ben scoffed, waving a hand. "Good. Maybe they'll stop calling, then. Bunch of bloodsuckers, the lot of 'em."

You groaned again, stomping over and snatching your phone from his grip. "Unbelievable. You threatened my bank!"

Ben smirked, utterly unrepentant, his lips quirking like this was the most fun he had in weeks. "Ain't my fault they folded like wet paper. Bunch of pussies."

"You told Greg to fight you over my credit card bill!"

His smirk widened, slow and wolfish, dimples cutting deep into his bearded cheeks. "Hell yeah, I did. Told 'im I'd meet him anywhere, anytime. Guy backed off real quick."

You stared at him, equal parts exasperated and horrified.

"Y'know what?" You inhaled sharply, shaking your head as you turned away. "I'm just gonna pretend this didn't happen." With that, you flopped onto the couch, grabbing a pillow and covering your face with it, muffling a scream.

You were never letting him near your phone again.

Later that evening, after the dishes had been washed (mostly by you, with Ben half-assedly drying them and complaining the whole time), you made coffee. Because let's be honest, after that absolute disaster Ben caused, you needed caffeine. Badly. You brewed it. Strong, dark, and just slightly sweet.

Ben eyed the two steaming mugs as you set them on the table. "You drink coffee at night?"

You shrugged. "Why not?"

He scoffed, grabbing his. "No wonder you're so high-strung."

You shot him a flat look. You wanted to say 'Says the guy who's been vibrating with unresolved rage since 1984.' but you bit your tongue. Knowing which lines to not cross.

Ben took a sip, his expression barely changed, but the way his shoulders loosened just slightly told you that he approved.

You curled up on the couch, hands wrapped around your mug. "So… now that we're stuck together for the weekend, what do you usually do to pass the time? Besides smoking, drinking, and picking fights with my credit card company?"

Ben smirked over the rim of his mug. "That about covers it, sweetheart."

You rolled your eyes. "Figures."

For a while, silence settled. Not awkward, not tense. Just… quiet. The only sounds were the occasional clink of a mug against the table, the low hum of the fridge, and the faint noise of a distant car passing outside.

Then Ben spoke.

"You really think a meal can fix shit?"

You blinked, turning to him. "Huh?"

"That thing you said earlier. About food fixin' things." He didn't look at you, just stared at his coffee. "That just some witchy sentimental crap or do you actually believe it?"

You hesitated, then answered honestly. "I think… it's not about the food itself. It's about what it represents. Taking care of someone. Letting them know they're not alone." You traced the rim of your mug. "Even if it's just for one meal. It's a moment outside of everything else— outside of all the chaos. A moment where you sit down, you eat, and you know, for just a little while, that you're okay. That someone thought enough of you to keep you warm, to make sure you had something real in front of you. Then adding another meal, another evening onto it. Then another, then another… Building something safe and sound with a person."

Ben was quiet. His fingers tapped against his mug in a slow, thoughtful rhythm. Then—

"…No one ever did that for me."

Your chest tightened. You turned to him fully, but his expression was unreadable, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with something distant.

"…Not even your team?" you asked softly.

Ben huffed a bitter laugh. "Yeah, right. Those assholes? They couldn't wait to get rid of me."

You frowned. "Payback."

Ben's grip tightened around his mug. "Yeah. Bunch of goddamn backstabbers. Lied to my fuckin' face. My own team— people I trusted."

The weight in his voice made something twist in your gut. Crimson Countess was already dead. You didn't ask for details— if Ben had killed her, you doubted there was much left to find. But the others… they were still out there. Still breathing. They lived freely while Soldier Boy was trapped in there for years. You did know his reasons to want revenge. Or at least, you had an idea. The experiments, the isolation, the years of being kept in a frozen hellhole with nothing but agony and rage to keep him company.

"…That's why you want revenge."

His eyes flicked to you.

You didn't look away. "I understand that. I may not be in your shoes but I can't even guess how much I would want to get revenge if I was."

Ben exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw tightening as he shook his head. "They don't get to walk free after what they did." His jaw clenched. "They don't get to live their goddamn lives while I spent forty years rotting in a cage."

You swallowed. You could hear it in his voice, that deep, burning rage. But beneath it, buried under layers of anger and bravado— you could hear the hurt.

You hesitated, then—

"…What if it doesn't make you feel better?"

Ben's brows furrowed. "What?"

You held your coffee a little tighter. "What if you get your revenge, but it doesn't change anything? What if it doesn't make the pain go away?"

Ben stared at you.

The question hung in the air, heavy and unspoken.

Then, he scoffed, shaking his head. "Christ. You always this fuckin' sentimental?"

You sighed, leaning back against the couch. "Just something to think about."

Ben didn't respond right away. He just took another slow sip of his coffee, his gaze distant, like he was turning your words over in his head.

For once, he had nothing smart-assed to say. And for some reason, that unsettled you more than anything else.

You pushed yourself up with a yawn, your eyelids getting heavier. "Alright. I'm calling it. I need sleep."

"Tch. Lightweights, all of you."

You ignored that. "There's a room for you down the hall. I set up the bed earlier."

That got his attention. He turned, giving you a slow once-over, before smirking. "That right? Real cozy set-up we got here. What, you tucking me in too, sweetheart?"

Your eye twitched. "No. But I will hex you into insomnia if you keep pushing it."

Ben chuckled, low and amused, but thankfully he didn't tease further. He stretched— an obnoxiously big stretch, broad chest rising, arms flexing, before he finally stood with a groan. "Fine, fine. Since you're gettin' all cranky."

You rolled your eyes, already padding toward the bedrooms. The safe house was small, so it wasn't much of a walk. Just two rooms, side by side, with a narrow hallway between them. You stopped in front of your door, reaching for the knob, when you heard Ben behind you.

"This one mine?" He nudged the door beside yours with his boot.

"Yeah." You stifled another yawn. "There should be clean blankets in there."

Ben huffed. "You really went all out, huh?"

You glanced over your shoulder. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with a tired yet amused look.

You shrugged. "Just figured you'd rather not sleep on a couch that smells like stale beer and mix of suspicious liquids."

Ben snorted. "Sweetheart, I spent years sleeping in a fuckin' icebox. I ain't picky."

There was something about the way he said it— too casual, too offhand— that made your chest tighten a little.

You hesitated. There was a beat of quiet, only the faint hum of the old heater filling the space between you. You shifted on your feet. "…Well. If you need anything, just—" You gestured vaguely towards the wall between your rooms. "Bang or… whatever."

Ben's lips quirked. "That an invitation?"

Your fingers tightened around the doorknob, nails pressing into the cool metal. The way he looked at you now —hooded gaze, mouth curled just enough to be tempting— it sent something warm curling in your gut, heat prickling at your neck.

You exhaled sharply through your nose, gripping the door handle. "Goodnight, Ben."

"Night, witchy."

You groaned, stepping into your room and shutting the door with a click. But as you laid back down, the sounds of the apartment settling around you, the knowledge that he was right there, just on the other side of the wall, was… strangely comforting. You didn't want to think further why you felt that…

#𐂂 𝄢 syl's fics #soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x female reader #the boys #jensen ackles

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shame-is-a-wasted-emotion · 2 days ago

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So I noticed something on rewatching episode 12 of helluva boss's season 2

Now there are two scenes I would like to attach in here. When the crazy lady who wanted to kill her husband because of him cheating on her with another man takes place, here is how Stolas is reacting

You see my baby crying at the back due to guilt? Because Stolas did whatever the lady was saying about her husband in real time. Although he had no choice, he knew that cheating was wrong and that's his face of dying in guilt.

Cut to imps travelling to real world and Blitzø refusing to take up the project after imaging how similar he wanted a family just like the gay couple, this is how Millie reacts

Does she show any sign of guilt? In fact she wanted to do this job and she felt the reason was valid . She's a furious little worker here. And she knew cheating is wrong.

So why am I talking so much? To the people who are saying that Millie reacted negative to the pregnancy test because she might have cheated on Moxxie is complete bullshit. She didn't show one ounce of guilt from Stolas's face. She might be acting but she was fucking ready to get the job done. So , my conclusion: Millie didn't cheat on Moxxie and she reacted that way because she's scared of something else like an average mother who came to know of her unexpected pregnancy.

Dont you dare mess with M &M. They have what is called a TRUE LOVE

#helluva millie #moxxie #helluva boss #stolas #helluva boss blitz #Don't you say millie cheated on moxxie #I've given you enough proof

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minkiverse · 8 hours ago

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JUNG WOOYOUNG FIC RECS

Poly!Ateez Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Kim Hongjoong - Park Seonghwa - Jeong Yunho - Kang Yeosang - Choi San - Song Mingi - Choi Jongho

Happy Valentine's to Ateez's biggest loverboy, Jung Wooyoung!!! My love for this guy knows no bounds, and he deserves all the love in the world!!!! Please make sure to visit these authors blogs and leave lots of love to them!!

DISCLAIMER none of these works are mine and majority are MATURE 18+, please read all warnings before reading!!!

Key:

✨ - My Favs

🔥 - Smut (MINORS DNI)

⛈️ - Angst

💗 - Fluff

🍑 - Humor

SERIES

Cache - @songmingisthighs ⛈️🍑 Chaebol!Wooyoung ✧ SMAU

Be ready to hate ateez and become a txt stan! it would be funny if i left it like that but truly the angst in this author's social media au's 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 readers be warned you will not catch a break adgffgdfhdfhg

Right Here Part 2 - @0097linersb 🔥💗🍑 Friends to Lovers AU

I'm obsessed with the banter in this fic, it flows so well and i literally had to put my phone down because i would start laughing adfsdgsfgfgdfg but goddammit is this wooyoung charming as hell 😩😩 mc is so strong for holding out so long 👏👏

Written in the Stars - @ennysbookstore 💗 Office!AU ✧ Ongoing

*BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL* ID DIE FOR WOOYOUNG 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 it may only have one chapter BUT I DONT CARE I LOVE HIM SO MUHUHUHCUCUHHH 😭😭 he is just so sweet n kind 🥹🥹🥹

vivrant thing - @hwaslayer ✨🔥⛈️💗 Bestfriend's Brother AU

i have a soft spot for this series, because the mc hasnt been pining over wooyoung forever which i think stands out for this au 👏👏 like they just fall together like a cute lil puzzle piece 🥹🥹 and the sibling banter is extremely realistic adfsdgdfdgfg

ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES

One on One - @beginningofwonderland 🔥 Fighter!AU

Untitled - @kitten4sannie 🔥 Hybrid!AU

Untitled - @multiwreckedmess 🔥Roomates!AU

Drive you crazy - @sxcret-garden 🔥

first snow - @cheollipop 🔥💗

Study Games - @muntitled 🔥💗 Idol!AU

Marks - @last-words-ofashootingstar ✨🔥💗

I love brat!woo just as much as the next person, BUT soft domestic woo is my FAAAAAAAAAVVVVV!!!! like he is just so full of love that him in a relationship would be DEVASTATING 🥺🥺 also its more subby!wooyo so it feels like this was made for me adfssgdff

Sweet Dreams - @yuyusboyfriend 🔥 Friends to Lovers AU

realistic sex with wooyoung - @byuntrash101 🔥

Freaks on a Friday - @thisthatpinkvenom 🔥 College!AU

Untitled - @bandgie 🔥

Untitled - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

Untitled - @cheollipop 🔥 Hybrid!AU

5:40am - @xuchiya 🔥

late night cravings - @cheollipop 🔥

21:23pm - @adoringsan 💗 Tattoo Artist!Wooyoung

bf texts w/ wooyoung - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

Untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥 Hybrid!AU

"i'm just bein' curious." - @teeskz 🔥

mirror mirror - @seonghwaddict 🔥⛈️💗

Untitled - @secretsecretbunny 🍑 Friends to Lovers AU

Strawberry Mocha - @pirateprincessblog ✨🔥⛈️ Barista!Camboy!Wooyoung

aaaaaaaaaaaah this fic 😭😭😭 if you like a side of pain with your smut you will LOVE THIS! ESPECIALLY IF YOU LOVE YUNHO😭😭 but god was this fic fun to read, just incredibly written dialogue, smut, characterizations, just everything was really well done👏👏

enemies w/ wooyoung - @beenbaanbuun 🔥⛈️

shampoo w/ wooyoung - @beenbaanbuun 💗

Whatcha Gonna Do About It? - @songmingisthighs 🔥

i like you, i do! - @sungbeam 💗 College!AU

Lock your windows - @mingtinysworld 🔥

Untitled - @baby-boy-chan 🔥

Untitled - @cheollipop 🔥

Untitled - @bunnliix 🔥

Birthday Surprise - @pocketjoong 💗

Mug w/ Jung Wooyoung - @beenbaanbuun ⛈️💗

after the game - @pantherxrogers ✨🔥 Baseball Player!Wooyoung

i will never, not for one single second, get over wooyoung in a baseball uniform like it changed something inside me 😩😩 and this smut is hot (i don't even fuck with daddy kink like that but goddamn 😵‍💫😵‍💫) but it ends super cute and someone needs to give woo some kids STAT

milkshake - @byuntrash101 🔥 Office!AU

Untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

marked - @igbylicious 🔥💗 Werewolf!AU

home run! - @vampzity 💗 Baseball Player!Wooyoung

Imagining Wooyoung as a girl dad - @redzie02 💗 Dad!Wooyoung

[15:41] - @songmingisthighs ⛈️💗

If Without You - @sorryimananti-romantic ⛈️💗 Friend to Lovers AU

Jeju Thoughts - @hee0soo 💗

Star 1117 - @sorryimananti-romantic ⛈️💗 Space Apocalypse!AU

Untitled - @gojosnympho 🔥🍑

how to tame a brat tamer - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

Good Lil Boy - @sorryimananti-romantic ✨🔥⛈️💗 Royalty!AU

of course my fav bside would be one of my fav fics 😩😩 what really sells me on woo fics is banter I JUST LOVE IT!! i mentioned this in my reblog but this was a fic i read early into getting into ateez and it just hits even harder reading it now 😭😭 and with these two its just meant to be i love them dearly 🥹🥹

random bf!wooyoung texts - @sativateez 🍑 SMAU

sleepover - @kitten4sannie 🔥

Pull of Passion - @crimsonbubble 🔥

friens to fwb to lovers with wooyoung - @lxvemaze 🍑 SMAU

drive (me crazy) - @cheollipop 🔥

blood pact - @kitten4sannie 🔥⛈️ Vampire!Wooyoung

I Still Hate You - @starskq 🔥⛈️ Enemies to Lovers

Almost Home - @shadowkoo 🔥

Untitled - @intheemptymirror 🔥

Challenge Accepted - @mikrokosmoslove 🔥 Friends to Lovers AU

Just Trust Me - @wwooyology 🔥⛈️💗 Fox Hybrid!Wooyoung

Night Drives - @tinybeetiny 🔥

Untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

Xmas Dinner Goes Wrong - @hwallazia 🔥

random bf!ateez texts // wooyoung - @nightbeforethend 🍑 SMAU

very bad things - @frenchkisstheabyss 🔥 Mafia!Wooyung ✧ Stripper!Reader

Needy texts - @sugarbaybeetexts 🔥🍑 SMAU

#ateez #ateez fic recs #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez angst #ateez fluff #jung wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung smut #these are getting a lot harder to do because i have so many recs 😭😭#like looking at my earlier ones they seem so bare in comparison #BCS I KNOW I HAVE MORE FICS TO REC NOW #they will all be updated..... eventually #also happy valentine's again! i hope you all have a wonderful day!#merengue makes lists

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urperfectcinnamonroll07 · 19 hours ago

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Valentines

requested?: no pairing(s): Simon 'Ghost' Riley x afab!reader genre: fluff, smut warning(s): unprotected sex (not promoting this, wrap it please), soft sex, reader being a hopeless romantic, ghost not knowing what to do whatsoever on valentines, kinda oc reader (only for favourite animal, if you dont like it you can change it), oral (f recieving), face sitting, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, not proofread (and is so fucking rushed, im sorry) summary: 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦... word count: 1.9k a/n: happy valentines everyone! spending it alone yet again, but its okay because we have a whole ass ghost fic with soft sex and valentines. hope everyone has a lovely day wherever you are, even the single people and the people with partners (i am not the latter). i also promise that i am almost done the alex volkov and happy go lucky reader fic, so it should be out over the weekend, i js wanted to give you a valentines special as i did last year (my first ever fic i think), either way, it is almost done! remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! (honestly, i apologise in advance because this was so rushed so ya'll could have a valentines special out on valentines, so i am so sorry ya'll if this is shit) -Cilla

simon never got the point of valentines. it was just people in love celebrating their love and showing it through overly expensive flowers and chocolate, what was the point when people showed they loved each other every day? maybe it was the way he was brought up, or maybe it was the fact he had just never found the right person to celebrate with, or maybe he wasn’t built that way.

well, that’s what he thought, until you. you made your way into his life, all flowery and bubbly, but most of all, ever-loving. you loved almost everything. animals, nature, sweet treats. but most importantly, you loved him.

honestly, you hadn’t been together for long. you had started dating a few days after valentines the year before when johnny had managed to get him a blind date with someone who he thought simon would like. your date was a few months before valentines, but you didn’t decide you had liked each other until a few days after valentines.

simon didn’t not like you, he just thought you were too good for him and a girl like you should date someone who wasn’t like him, someone who hadn’t seen the harsh terrors of the world and someone who wouldn’t wake up from night terrors almost every night. but you didn’t care about all that and fought for him, going on date after date until the two of you eventually became romantic partners.

so, you had both never celebrated valentines together and simon honestly didn’t know what you wanted. he knew your favourite animal was an otter, so he got you an otter teddy to add to your collection, but other than that, he didn’t know. you had insisted you didn’t want anything or much, but he wanted to spoil you the way you deserved.

he had been on deployment for a few months prior to valentines, and he was coming back the day before. that was how he had managed to get you a teddy. he was sure you would love it. as soon as he got home, he hid it somewhere he knew you wouldn’t find it (up a height). and spent the day with you (and inside of you), catching up with what he missed while he was gone.

you both went to bed together later that night after watching a sappy romance movie which simon had complained the whole time (you were sure he truly loved it) before you went off to bed and he was inside of you once again. once you had fallen asleep that night, he had managed to book you both a table at your favourite restaurant before letting you curl against him and went to sleep as well.

he woke up first the following morning, immediately untangling himself from you to go and retrieve the things he had gotten you. it wasn’t much, but it was quite expensive, which he knew you would yell at him for, but he didn’t care. he wanted to spoil his girl.

“happy valentines, lovie” he smiled when you woke up. you sat up immediately, wiping the sleep from your eyes and smiling. he hugged you as you hugged him back.

when you both pulled away, he pulled the otter teddy from behind his back, your eyes went wide and your face broke out into an even wider smile.

“oh my god, si, thank you so much, i love him!” you took him from him softly and held him up to your chest which was still bare from the night before. “i think i’m gonna name him olly”

simon smiled at you. it was something he had always admired about you, how you always managed to stay positive even when the world had turned to shit. simon was stiff as you hugged him again. you could tell it was somewhat awkward for him as he had never celebrated valentines before, so he didn’t really know what to do.

he also pulled out a small ring, and you got him a new watch as well as a chain with the both of your initials on.

you were both in bed afterwards, sharing soft yet very intimate kisses. his hands were all over you while yours were resting on his shoulders.

they were soft and small until the kisses started to get more deep and passionate. you shifted so you were straddling his thighs. you were both still naked from the previous night, so you didn’t have to do much. you whimpered softly into his mouth as you grinded down on him.

you could feel him beginning to harden beneath you as you continued to grind down on him, your slick beginning to coat his thighs. he pushes you away.

“I want you to sit on my face” he says bluntly, his eyes lidded and full of lust. you bite your lip softly.

you were insecure enough to not want to crush him, but then again you had also done it before, so you knew it wouldn’t be that bad. you moved up the bed until you were straddling his face.

he grabbed your thighs and pulled you all the way down. his mouth latched to your clit, sucking and licking as he licked a stripe up your folds, shoving his tongue inside of your hole. you moaned and whimpered softly as he did so, gripping onto his hair as he did so.

he licked and slurped you for all you’re worth, making you moan and whimper. you ground down against his face, wanting as much friction as he could give you. you threw your head back as he did so. simon held your thighs down against his face so you wouldn’t move away, sensing you were getting close.

“oh god, si- m’ gonna come” you moan out, continuing to grind against his face as he kept slurping your cunt up as though it was his last meal, eventually adding a couple fingers and curling them inside of you, making you moan harder and louder. yeah, you were definitely going to come now.

“mhm” he grunts against your pussy, sending vibrations that made you jolt. “come for me then” he mumbles against your cunt, the vibrations were making you go absolutely feral, making you feel more sensitive by the second.

it only took a few more sucks and curls inside of you before your juices were splattered all over his face, simon wasn’t complaining as he just slurped everything up as though his life depended on it. he continued to ride you out what felt like your longest-lasting orgasm ever.

he moved you down his body so you were back sitting on his lap, he wiped your juices from his chin, a shit-eating grin on his face as he did so. you watched too intently as he did so. you clenched around nothing, your ovaries feeling like they were about to explode with how horny you felt at that moment in time.

he smirks and props himself up on his elbows.

“gonna need you to ride me now, lovie” he says, it sounded condescending, and from your previous position over his face, your thighs wouldn’t last long before they gave out. he must be a mind reader at this point, because he then added “oh don’t worry, lovie, i’ll help you”

it was almost subconscious in the way his hands moved to your hips to lift you onto his hardened cock. the tip was red and already leaking pre-cum. he was always massive, no matter how many times the two of you had sex, you would always need a few seconds to adjust to his size. as he slowly lowered you onto him, you had to bite your tongue to stop you making a guttural sound.

it took you a few seconds to adjust to his size, bearing in mind you had last had sex less than 24 hours ago, and began moving your hips slightly. it started off with just rolling your hips on hip, rolling them in soft circles to get yourself going at first, but then you began to bounce softly.

simon’s hands stayed on your hips the whole time, helping you bounce on his cock. simon was never usually a vocal person in bed, but he always loved when you rode him with him helping you, so that’s the only point in which he would become vocal. he was letting out the occasional grunt and groan as he bounced you.

it was beginning to be him doing all the work, you doing nothing and letting him lift and slam your hips back down on hip. his pelvis was getting soaked with your juices as your cunt squelched with his large cock. it was full trying to accommodate his full length.

you were beginning to get tired and simon knew this as you were putting less and less effort into bouncing on his cock. he began to start moving his hips upwards to meet yours when they were going down, making him hit a whole new place inside of you, making you yelp at first.

you then started to moan louder as his length was hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over, making your cunt squelch louder as well as your moans that reciprocated the volume of your pussy.

he had a smirk on his face the entire time, but his smirk got wider when he decided to reach a hand down to play with your puffy and overstimulated clit, making you jolt and whimper. you were getting closer and closer with each passing moment and you knew at some point you were going to come, you could feel it and simon could feel his orgasm coming on.

he continued to meet your downward thrusts with his upwards ones, making you make sounds you didn’t know you could ever make.

the rubbing on your clit and simon’s cock repeatedly hitting that oh-so sweet spot inside of you was too much. the knot was forming in your stomach and it was tightening fast.

“it’s okay lovie, let go, come for me” simon says, it sounds strained and you could tell he was close too by the way he looked down at where the two of you met then threw his head back. “fuck, you’re so gorgeous” he says with his head back before looking at you with his hooded eyes.

that was all it took for you to come completely undone for him. letting your hips come down one more time before throwing your head back and clamping so hard down on him that he could have sworn you resembled a vice, but he didn’t mind because that was what made him come too, spilling his white-hot cum all over your velvety walls.

you came down from your highs not long later, panting and reaching for each other’s embrace.

simon picked you up with him still inside of you and only pulled out when you reached the bathroom. he sat you down on the toilet, leaving for you to for you to do your business then helping you wash your hands before running a bath for the both of you.

“i got us a table at that place you like” he says softly as he helps you get into the bath first before climbing in behind you. you smiled and thanked him, saying he was perfect. you leaned your head back against him, on his chest.

maybe simon didn’t mind the overly expensive flowers and chocolate if it meant he got to see the love of his life happy.

#smut #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #ghost cod #cod simon riley #cod simon ghost riley #cod modern warfare #cod mw3

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fadeling · 2 days ago

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if it were up to me i could fix the alistair companion quest. i mean most people probably could but i definitely would. here's my pitch:

so alistair is a guy who is actually pretty even-keeled throughout the story, although undeniable that he's idealist and naive. the thing that makes him cool is that hes not simply a bumbling fool covering it up with desperate attempts at sarcasm, he knows his own weaknesses and his sardonic attitude lampshades that while also letting you in on the joke. hes always aware of the fact that hes like if a failgirl was a boy and instead of trying to fight against that impression, he shrugs his shoulders and lets it happen. he lives in a terrible world in a faction that exposes him to The Horrors, so he has to operate on a casual, malleable attitude even if that isn't really true to his heart

that discrepancy makes him confused, conflicted, and most of all: extremely vulnerable to moments of extreme genuineness. (his romance works much in the same vein i think) the way his personal quest starts in the game is actually perfect for showing that about him. he gets ahead of himself, he lets his hopes become known and it's obvious how much he wants to Try even if he understands why the warden may reject him. if the warden accepts, it reinforces him getting his hopes up and he unknowingly feels a bit safer in letting hid idealism just exist for a bit

it's for these reasons that i actually wouldnt change how it starts or the way it's initially presented. i'm even going to keep the fact that he thinks hes the son of a maid and has a sister, because thats what eamon told him and i'm sure it was reinforced by duncan too. i dont think it's a problem for alistair to be wrong about his lineage, but something needs to be done about that

so you arrive at goldanna's house (she would also be given a name that isnt fucking stupid btw) and she's not in a great mood because shes busy and these strangers just kind of demanded her attention to talk about he's her brother when it turns out her mother never died during childbirth at all. she worked at redcliffe's manor but she like, left, man. she did die but that that was a few years later and its actually really annoying that i have to talk about it to two strangers.

her rudeness would be more justified because shes just trying to live her life but this guy has to show up at her door and hallucinate a backstory and promptly get his whole world flipped upside down. it's not really something she had the mental capacity for she just wanted to do the laundry.

NOW this would mean that alistair went into this hoping to gain something, but actually lost more than what he started with. losing the ideal domestic family dynamic stings, sure, but the strongest familial ties he had in the first place were with eamon (a little bit) and ESPECIALLY duncan. now he has good reason to doubt both of them, one of them being especially difficult because it's tangled in so much grief too.

alistair takes a chance on something, finally sticks his neck out, and then he gets hurt. the warden can help him process that in a few different ways; you could coddle him by insisting she sucks and was probably lying anyway, or you could encourage him to acknowledge the truth and still persist anyway. there could even be the asshole third option where you tell him that hes too cringe to live idk. there could even be more things to say, the point is that the sentiment of the warden would accurately reflect how his attitude changes when hes hardened thats all

also theres a bonus opportunity for adding another layer of drama between him and eamon with very little extra effort, and thats always good

#dragon age #dragon age origins #alistair theirin #okay i think i should probably try and never talk about him again

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vind3miat0r · 22 hours ago

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ea yap bleh

for clarification; im not dragging on Erik here and nothing abt this is /neg, im just rambling abt my observations n questions :3

no bc dont we already have a "first valentines" audio with Gavin??

this isnt some sort of followup to that audio either; their second valentines wouldve been after the inversion, and they wouldve already been together; they wouldnt have gone back to strangers like that

it could be a remake? a lot of the stuff in this audio is pretty much the same that was said in the original

it could also be a "what if this happened differently" type deal...

but if it is a remake/what if, why not say it is?

i mean, Erik could have forgotten that he already made a first valentines audio for Gav n FL, hes done that before, but somehow i doubt it

(the fact that Gavin knows that its Valentines Day in this audio despite him not knowing in the original audio makes me think this could possibly be the case?)

it could also be fanservice since we havent had a standalone Gavin audio in EIGHT MONTHS OH MY GOD...

but if it was fanservice, i dont see the point in making it a flashback..? why not set it in current times ykwim

so either Erik forgot, or something big is about to happen....

or secret third option its just Erik making fanfiction abt his ocs 💕

anyways i digress

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted early access #redacted ea spoilers #vinn says fandom things #vinn says really dumb stuff #vinn yapping #vinn has a thought

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aambearr · 2 days ago

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Mr. Forgetful ❦

Summary- Soldier Boy isn’t one for valentines. SoldierBoyxfem!reader

Warnings- none <3

Notes- first time writing something so please be mindful 🙈

Dividers @strangergraphics @chaeneuu @roseraris

You’d been off with him all day, quiet and seemingly mulling something over in your brain. At first he had brushed it off, in true Ben fashion, as you ‘being a hormonal woman’. His words not yours. Usually he’d leave it at that not wanting to be on the receiving end of your ‘nagging’, however, Ben couldn’t cease the idea that someone more was brewing.

As he sat, legs spread on the couch, a joint precariously resting between his fingers, he seemed to study you intently for any kind of giveaway.

“Alright, tell me what’s up. ‘Been ignoring it all day but I’ve missed that pretty smile of yours”Throwing in a bit of charm in hopes it would warm you up, but, to his avail a scoff is what he got.

“I’m fine, nothings wrong”

The response was curt and disinterested, instantly making his curious frown deepen into one of slight impatience and worry. Whilst he portrayed himself as some big Marlboro man, Ben did care. Ben wasn’t Soldier Boy as much as he liked to tell you that there was no matter of indifference.

“Don’t give me that crap, c’mon, what have I done?” His tone was a little agitated as he huffed out a plume of thin smoke, the stench of weed permeating the air. The only flaw he would ever admit to having was impatience.

This time however you dont say anything, instead your gaze is now deciding that, wow that rug you’d dragged in from the street is actually really nice.

And that evade of your eyes tells him that he’s clear-cut. He had done something. Though what was still a mystery.

A grunt left his lips at your choleric behaviour, but it worked in getting the man to start racking his brain for something.

Had he taken the trash out? Yes. Had he picked up his dirty laundry? Most likely answer would be no. Had he left dishes in the sink? Probably.

Though these were everyday Ben behaviours as he slowly adjusted to the fact that you, as a woman, weren’t in fact his personal maid. An eye roll was what you gave at most in those moments. So he files through other things any man would do to piss off their woman.

Birthday? No. Anniversary? Didn’t think so. Valentines Day? Oh fuck.

What did Ben think of Valentine’s Day? Well not much, in his opinion the so called ‘holiday’ was just a hallmark way to get couples spending more and more money, which to be fair to him, he wasn’t at all wrong. Then again, it was a tradition, and who wouldn’t want to be spoilt by their partner for a whole day?

You briefly raise your head to him when he states he’s going out and he’ll be back soon. You roll your eyes.

“Women” he grumbled, and when he turns away he too rolls his eyes. Then you roll your eyes again, at the fact, he most definitely was rolling his eyes now. It was one of those little things the two of you had, it was your thing. As much as you would irk each other, something as simple as eye rolling only made you both run deeper into that pit of yearning.

✫.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・✭

Bens eyes glimmer fondly when he returns home to see you splayed peacefully on the couch. And boy he was proud, he was convinced he’d outdone himself, no way you could still be sulking after this.

“Look, I got you something darlin’”

Curious to what he had, your head snaps round like a little owl. A smile embellishing your lips.

“What? Didn’t think I’d forget did you?” Voice a gentle scoff. Oh how rich of him to say.

“Well…. Maybe I did think you’d forgotten” your brow jerks up “did you buy these just now, on your ‘beer run’.”

“Fucking Christ you think nothing of m-“

“Ben… the tags still on them” a slight giggle escaping you. As much as you wanted to be mad at him, as much as you probably should, you couldn’t. He did care, just in his own, special way. When your friends would say he was bad for you, you’d shut them down *he was trying and that’s what mattered*.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever I still remember didn’t I? Or does that not matter nowadays?” to anyone else he might seem serious but you could tell his tone was one of banter.

With a grumble, he sat himself beside you after placing the floweret of roses down. Rough hands pulled out a black velvet box from his pocket. He wasn’t one for formalities, instead he opened it up for you. A dainty necklace lay resting on the soft pillow within. The delicate golden chain mirrored the light of the room. The colour was rich, like the ichor that pumped through the gods. It was simple, yet opulent, aristocratic even. It had that ‘old money’ feel as you so put it to him.

“Put it on for me?”

His tainted hands become so featherlight as he clasped it shut around your neck.

“What so I don’t even get a thanks these days? Just a demand? Christ on a cross, back in-“

You silenced him from a rant with a caress of your lips against his.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Mr. Forgetful, I love you”

A look of gratification etched into your face. And you swear you can see the vines of his grassy eyes lustre at your affection.

“Happy Valentines sweetheart”

Feel free to let me know that this was absolute ass but if you like it please feel free to interact <33

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 2 days ago

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Be ours | Yan!Karube x Fem!Reader x Yan!Arisu |

Warnings: Yandere - Obsession - NSFW - Possessive!Boys - Polyrelationship - AU NO BORDERLANDS - Use of Y/N - MxM - MxF - MxFxM - Reader gets hurt mentally and physically -

It was obvious for Karube how much of a crush Arisu had on you. He followed you everywhere, left his games if you called and even left dinner with his stern father to go and pick you up if you needed it.

"And we have been dating for three months"

Karube had to hold himself back from scoffing at your words as he gulped more beer down. Arisu was not being so subtle but it could pass as a friend being jealous. Even if he was not buying it.

"I will get us another round" You said standing up from the table leaving behind two lovestruck Boys that were boiling in jealousy as they saw you smile down at your phone from distance.

"Told you, you should have done your move faster" Karube said seeing Arisu get tense. The boy may be a game genious but sucked to hide feelings and atraction, hell Karube had felt multiple times how his eyes would follow him around specially on summer when he would use his shirts open.

"I- I got no idea what you are talking about" Arisu responded playing with his empy glass

"Please" Karube moved closer to Arisu who blushed under the intense gaze "I know how you look at her, how you act...thats not how a friend does.

His hand went to his THIGHT slowly caressing it. "Or how you look at me, really Arisu ? Do you think im that stupid ?" He whispered on his ear

"N-no I, I dont think you are or-" He stopped as Karube softly bite down on his neck "W-we are in a bar"

"And? I can feel your frustration from here and honestly im quiet angry myself. It should be us right? Not that random guy..."

Arisu held is breath when Karube's hand went higher taunting him.

"Why dont we use that energy on...other things? Only if you want of course" Karube offered looking at Arisu who shily nodded.

"Guys!! Im here with our drinks...Arisu are you alright?" You asked seeing the poor man red face and pressing a hand on his forehead making it worse. "Mhm I dont feel a temperature, maybe we should call it a night?"

Both men knew most likely your current fling had asked you to be with him tonight. Otherwise you would offer to take Arisu to his home or to even pass the night.

"Yeah lets do it. And dont worry I will take good care of him" Karube said giving out a polite smile that was like a killing one to Arisu who knew the hidden intentions.

"Alright...then lets meet again..soon?" You said feeling the athmosphere strange between you three, like something bad was going on but you could not catch up on what it was.

"Yeah, we will see each other soon. Good night (Y/N)"

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Arisu left his head fell on the pillow gasps from the intense orgasm Karube had manage to pull from him still THRIVING his body while the other seemed no affected laying besides him.

Karube lighted up a cigarrette getting a side look from Arisu.

"Do you mind?" He asked already going to turn it off but Arisu said nothing just kept watching. He could not help but feel the blood of his body going once again towards his dick at the sight.

A sweaty naked Karube, Arisu could aprecciate his finger marks on him, the quick breaths from him and the way he smoked. Arisu never liked that his friend (could he still call him that?) Smooked but could not denied that it was a hot image that he hoped his mind will RETAIN for a long time.

"You ok Arisu?" Karube asked after a long drag "I did go a bit rough at the end"

"I-im fine" He responded blushing under the intense gaze of him. Besides it had been a good distraction from his thoughts of you with another men, maybe you did the same that he had done with Karube. The idea made him feel angry and sad.

Karube must have noticed because one hand started to caress his hair.

"I know, I would like her to be with us tonight too" He said his eyes on the ceiling "That bastard does not deserve her"

"Did you know she used to like you when we were in middle school?" Arisu asked and got a small laught from Karube "She told me during one launch time. I was so jealous but...but I thought you two would be cute together and it would be better if it was with someone I knew. Besides i could dont blame her" Arisu added hitting that he was feeling the same at that time.

"So we are now in this situation because no one said a thing" Karube noted taking another long drag "I would not mind. If it was you and her or the three of us together. I just cant imagine her with....with some stranger who does not really know her. Who never saw her at her worse or her best. Who shared so many memories with her..." Karube crushed the cigarrette and turned towards Arisu

"We need to get her back"

"How? They seem really in love" Arisu said kind of already giving up

"Well, I can be quiet persuasive" Karube said caressing Arisu body once again causing him to tremble. "And you are her best friend...and cute. She will listen to you if we put some work on it"

"You-you want us to break them apart?"

"I want what should have been ours" Karube corrected him kissing his lips "Just imagine her here with us. Naked and gasping for us, not some random guy she met in a dating app, we would give her the world and more"

Karube made his will clear taking Arisu's dick rather harshly to start and jerk him off with new vigor while Arisu moaned.

"Just think if she was there, right besides you. Kissing your neck and moaning your name" Karube whispered in Arisu's ear as he bite down "You would feel so good wouldn't you?" Karube asked pressing the head of his dick hard making him moan louder "Yes you would..."

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Arisu how do you feel ? Did Karube get you home safe ?

Were the first texts Arisu got from you and one missed call

He could still feel the bruises from Karube but ignored them as he typed a quick response.

"Im fine" He knew it sounded nothing like him, but he had to follow his friend's plan. Ignore you till you came for them, turn the blame towards you and then use that moment to their advantage.

Fucked up ? Maybe. Arisu did think it was wrong but it felt worse to imagine you with a stranger who for what he understood did not like you having male friends after a text he had seen by accident on your phone.

"Ok! Take care" And a sweet sticker, oh how much he wanted to tell you everytning but that would just ruin things. He fucked up from the moment he allowed you to date that guy.

And so days turned into weeks were him and Karube would give you cold and short responses. Every time it would be worse than the last.

Karube the one who would left everything to attend you when you came to his Bar, now would ignore you. "Forgetting" the drink you ordered and openely flirting with others. Its not like you could get angry at him for that. You two were nothing after all (something that Karube wished to change) but he knew you did valued the frinedship you two had and now seeing him leaving you to not work but flirt...

Arisu was sad about all of it. He would ignore your calls, when you two used to play games together, now he would lie about being too occupied or that his internet was bad and that he did not want you to lose because of him.

Maybe the hit was when one night at the Bar Karube had pulled him for a kiss in front of you. Why did it hurt so much to see you look so suprised?

"Oh...I did not know you two were now together" There was no malice in your words only...pain. You would think your two best Friends would tell you if they had started dating.

"Sorry (Y/N) we have been too caught up with each other" Karube responded without looking at you. Knowing he would not have the face to see you.

Arisu just blushed and said nothing.

"Well...congratulations then" You said giving them a tense smile then leaving for the bathroom.

Once you were out from their sight Arisu hit Karube on the chest.

"We are hurting her!! And that kiss...we are going to break our friendship before we can even start to date her" Arisu said anger clear on his face as Karube looked at the side being ashame.

"Listen we are almost there. Last week her friends came without them. Seems like that guy she is dating has been...well not being good with her"

"And we are being better pushing her away?" Arisu asked not beliving what he was doing anymore.

"No. But our goal its to make her happy at the end"

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Alright maybe Karube and Arisu did not think things would go...like this.

When you had asked to meet with them they had expected that you would tell them you had left your boyfriend.

And actually you did.

But...not like this. They could see the fresh bruise on your cheeck. And even some old ones on your arms.

"Im sorry I called you two" You started voice breaking "You two have been my friends for so long...and then when you two started to date I understood I was...well I was not necesary anymore. But I dont have anyone to tell this. My friends...they told me I was stupid for trusting him, and I dont want to worry my parents..."

If Karube could go and kill that bastard he would. But now you needed them.

"(Y/N)..." Arisu started his voice soft "You....you are always necesary. We are sorry we did not tell you about us sonner" He kicked Karube under the table who nodded along. "We were...well we were worried on how you would react"

"Did you two think I would judge you?. You two are my best friends...and im really happy for both of you. I just...I wished you two told me and...and I wish I was honest with how my ex was being with me"

Karube took a deep breath leaning in.

"Why did you not tell us?"

"Because you two do a lot for me. I did not want to be more of a burden...and then we got away so I thought I could manage this but-"

"(Y/N) you can always count on us" Karube said taking your hand in his "We...as Arisu said we were scared but you can count on us. We are sorry we made you feel bad. And we are sorry you suffered like that"

"Is he...is he still around?" Arisu asked trying to mask his anger. How dared that excuse to put a hand on what was his and Karube's.

"No. He told me I was not worth all the problems and left...I think one of my friends is seeing him" You said almost crying "Maybe I deserve it. I was such a bad friend with you two when I started to date him"

"No (Y/N) you dont deserve this. And why do you say that?" Karube asked

A fainth blush fell on your face.

"I- the truth is...I have always liked both of you. But I did not want to break our friendship so...so when I started to date him I tried to be away from you two. And now you two are together. Something that I support dont get me wrong" You explained

Karube and Arisu looked at each other for a moment a mutual underatanding going between them.

"(Y/N)..." Arisu started "We...well we do have feeling for you too. Both of us"

"...What?"

"Its true" Karube now talked in "We...well what got us together was our mutual love for you. I love Arisu as his own person but the shared interest we had on you was what made us start dating.

And make you be miserable.

You could not speak or say a word too suprised to talk. Suddendly the world seemed to fade and everything that had happened was like a bad joke.

"You mean to tell me...we could have saved us all that trouble if we just...talked?"

Arisu let out a shy smile while Karube nodded.

"Probably, so (Y/N) would you like to date this two dumb ones who are really in love with you ?" Karube asked seeing your face go on fire.

"B-but are you two sure? Arisu? You havent said-"

"Im up to it!" He almost screamed getting the attention of others. "Sorry, but I also want you do date us (Y/N)..."

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Life was...good. Better than you ever expected it to be. The relationship between Karube, Arisu and you was like a fairytale...

It was like being friends once again plus the kisses, long staring and sex.

You never expected the last to be so intense.

Karube was a natural dom, always making you and Arisu put on a show for him before he would join you two.

And Arisu was a natural sub, loving to have both is mouth and dick being stimulated at the same time

It was impossible to not end with marks and love bites after it.

And both of them made you feel safe. After you told them about your ex they decided to put a set of boundaries so you would not revive some trauma.

Karube managed to track him down and he went personally to give the bastard a piece of his mind. Leaving him with broken ribs and a probably lose of sight on one eye.

That while Arisu and you were under a fluffy blanket playing games. You did not need to know what Karube did. Or that both of them had made you feel so bad for months to get you to be with them at the end.

No, they would cut off their tongues before even consider telling you the truth.

All they needed was your smile and company. That was enough for them to feel like what they did was worth it at the end.

It was better than to drug you with alcohol and take you to one of the wood cabins Arisu's Father had. At least like this the three of you could live a normal life. And not fall in a true victim/captor relationship.

But that was a joke Arisu made one time to Karube while both were drunk.

Just a joke...right?

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