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only-lonely-star · 2 months ago

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I hope you dont have too many requests i dont want to overwhelm you but i had an idea i thought was cute lol

Sodapop loves babies and will hold any and all babies that he sees while working at the DX or around town. Anytime he sees one he let's out a little gasp and runs over to look at them and charm the person into letting him hold them. There's one baby that is his favorite because he gets to spend the most time with her. Her mom comes into the DX everyday for cigarettes and then wanders around outsode for an hour while Soda babysits the baby. One day she just up and leaves and Soda doesn't really notice until a couple hours later when Steve comes back from working on a car and sees the baby is still there. Soda just instantly decides he's keeping her and Steve has to tell him that's not how it works but Soda is determined. Eventually they go home after trying to find the mom and not being successful and now the baby is fussy because it's hungry and needs a change and somehow Soda knows how to do all that?? Pony is shocked lol but yeah Soda loves babies and takes his 24 hour dad experince very seriously (he doesn't get any sleep because the baby just wanted to be held all night)

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Warnings - Child neglect from the mother i guess 😭 ? This is supposed to be cute and sweet, I’d consider it to be fluff .

Summary - Sodapop has always dreamt of having the opportunity to look after a baby… 🍼🧸

Author’s Note - **After visiting the DX in Oklahoma, I learned it was formatted a bit differently than I imagined, but I feel as if the way I described it is more fitting for the story so I decided to leave it! Either way, the story still makes sense!** This is so cute, brb I’m crying. I decided to switch up my theme if you guys couldn’t tell, so I hope you like it because I feel I like this one a lot better 😭. Thank you so much for the request, I’ve had this in my drafts for a minute and felt it’s unfair to keep you waiting any longer than you already have. Enjoy!! 🫶🏼

Word Count - 2.7k.

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The rusted bell that hung above the door rattled yet again. The day had gone by fairly slowly, with only a few customers stopping by each hour. Sodapop glanced up from the opened cash drawer, smiling fondly at the woman who glanced around with a suspicious look in her eye. A cigarette in between her index and middle finger, and a swaddled infant tossed over her shoulder completed her look entirely. She headed straight for the counter. The woman’s thick hair was slicked back in a smooth side part, faded curls dangling over her free shoulder.

“Back again, huh?” he greeted teasingly, his eyes darting for the blanket draped over the baby’s resting body.

She directed her attention onto him, her gray, dull eyes softening ever so slightly. Her voice came out rather cranky than usual, “Sure, Soda, back again.”

The woman was no fool - she knew how much Sodapop loved the small interactions with her child. It was almost a daily occurrence…buying cigarettes and the interactions between the two. She heaved her bag off of her shoulder after placing the cigarette back in between her lips to hold it. Setting the tattered purse down on the counter in front of her, she carefully used both hands when maneuvering her child around.

“You alright, Miss?” Sodapop then asked, shutting the cash drawer after shoving the last bill inside. His eyes were practically glued to her shoulder.

The woman sighed, lifting her baby off her shoulder and cradling it to her chest. “Just tired,” she shook her head and used her eyes to gesture to the baby. “Take her, I figured you maybe missed her.”

Sodapop’s million-dollar smile made its appearance at the sudden signal to hold the child. He could hardly contain the giddy excitement building up within himself as he reached for her. “Sure did, she’s my favorite customer now that I see her so much,” he added playfully. The woman didn’t seem too amused, she seemed to be more stressed than anything. She cracked a forced smile in response.

He was used to being gentle with babies, he charmed his way into fooling around with one any chance he got. Whether it’s holding a baby for a few minutes, or simply making faces at one, he constantly looked forward to seeing kids at work. It made his day seem easier and cured his hidden baby fever. Sodapop loved the idea of fathering a child even if it wasn’t his own. A mere twenty-four hours with a child to tend to and he would be cured - he was sure of it.

Sodapop’s hand held the baby against his chest, smiling until his cheeks turned a bright red. One hand was nearly as big as the baby. “Oh, she’s sleepy today, hm?”

The blanket was warm, soft, and extremely small. It reminded Sodapop just how careful he needed to be. One wrong move and he could harm such a small and delicate baby, purely on accident. His eyes drifted back upwards to her mother. “Can I…do something to help you out a bit? I know you’re probably stressed and - …”

“Yeah, get me two packs of uh…some Luckies and I’ll grab a Coke or somethin’. Thanks, Soda,” the woman cut him off quite rudely before she waltzed towards the back of the store where the cooler was shoved into a dusty corner.

Puzzled, Sodapop took one good look at the freshly stocked fridge behind the counter with various glass bottles of soda. He kept his eyes glued onto her briefly before smiling upon the baby in his arms. “Your momma sure loves them squares, don’t she?” he mumbled to the baby, pitching his voice up as if it would assist her in understanding him. He slowly removed an arm from underneath the infant’s legs, swiftly replacing its position with his other arm. He scanned the wall of cigarettes behind him until his eyes landed on the slim white boxes with ‘Lucky Strike’ printed across the front. Swiping two from the shelf, he set them on the counter in front of him.

The mother had her eyes set on the exit door, pretending to not notice Sodapop with her child from her peripheral vision. Sodapop removed his fingertip from the baby’s cheek and spoke up loud enough for her to hear, “Got your cigs, Miss!”

“I’ll be back!” she hollered in reply, busily pushing the door open. Sodapop stood with the baby in his arms. He’d grown accustomed to practically having to babysit her child whenever she paid him a visit. He wasn’t complaining of course - this brightened his day more than the woman even knew.

Busier days meant the mother was in and out within minutes, leaving Sodapop no time to cradle her daughter and softly lull her to sleep. Today, Sodapop has all the time in the world. God only knows what that woman was up to whenever she made her exit. Sodapop had spent the next half hour with the baby, tending to her and gently kissing the top of her head. The baby’s eyes opened only a few times as the door creaked open while more customers entered.

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Sodapop was laughing aloud as the baby responded with a squeal of excitement. Her big, blue eyes sparkled with amusement whenever she saw Sodapop’s grin. Her favorite game had quickly become peekaboo, finding the jumpscare to be humorous. Sodapop had moved the baby to sit up in his arms as his free hand covered his eyes. He stifled a chuckle and removed his hand from his face, a higher-pitched “peekaboo” filling the room with laughter.

The door swung open, and a boy who looked quite similar to Sodapop, panted breathlessly while standing at the counter. He was cooling off as he stood in front of the small, dusty fans. “Soda, quit with the damn baby, I need some help.”

The boy huffed, his hands placed on his hips. A black substance smeared across his forehead and cheek, his fingertips just as dirty as his shirt. Sodapop held onto the baby, resting her chest against his shoulder as his hands soothingly rubbed her back. She croaked, her tiny fists clenching and unclenching in response to the sudden movement. “Her momma left, I bet she’ll be back soon. What ya need help with anyway, Steve? Did somethin’ spill?” Sodapop giggled, swiping his hand across the smear of black substance.

“This guy’s car is dirty as all hell, needs a new spark plug is all,” Steve replied, serving Sodapop’s hand.

“Be out there in a minute, just let her momma come back and I’ll join you,” Sodapop ushered him back out, patting the infant’s back again.

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Two hours had gone by, no sign of the mother. Sodapop was multitasking with taking care of the child while trying to restock by the counter. Few customers had stopped by, and Steve never made his return. The baby had been quite active - crying, sleeping, giggling, and whatnot. Sodapop leaned his back against the wall of cigarettes with the baby sitting on his lap. His arm acted as a seatbelt for her, allowing no movement or for her to fall.

Steve pried the door open as he made his entry known through an exhausted groan. He heaved down his toolbelt and stumbled for the fan. “You and that damn baby!” he hollered suddenly.

The baby sprung right up in Sodapop’s lap at the sudden noise. Sodapop turned her around and attempted to shush the child as best as he could.

Steve walked towards the girl, searching around her clothing. He tucked his finger down the collar of her onesie and squinted. “This is insane, you know that woman’s a ditz, Soda.”

“The hell are you doing? She said she’s comin’ back!” Sodapop retorted as he swatted Steve’s finger away.

“Let me check for a name or something, dammit!” Steve hissed as he flipped the tag inside out. There was no sign of a name or address anywhere to be found. “I don’t see nothin’, think we might have to take her down to the station.”

“We’ll look for her momma, she couldn’t have forgotten ‘bout her own kid,” Soda reasoned. He held the baby in his hands delicately. “Besides, she said she’d be back.”

Steve let out a sigh of annoyance and shook his head. “She’s the most scatterbrained woman in all of Tulsa and you believe the bullshit she’s handin’ you?” He scoffed weakly. “Hell, might as well keep it for yourself.”

Sodapop’s smile appeared at the sarcastic suggestion. Steve had said it first - not him. “You’re right, I ought to keep her. She likes me anyway.”

Sodapop cradled the girl close to his chest as she giggled softly. It seemed as if she was agreeing to Steve’s ‘suggestion’. Steve sucked his teeth as he composed his annoyance. “You can’t keep her forever, alright? You can’t. It ain’t your kid and you know that. We’ll take her down to the station first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Damn right I’m keepin’ the baby, just look at her,” he held her up like a puppy and grinned widely. Steve grimaced and stuck his index finger out to poke the baby’s cheek. As if on cue, she giggled in reply.

“She’s…alright,” Steve hesitated to reply. It would take a bit of adjusting to say the least.

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“Okay…I know how this looks,” Sodapop started, a convincing smile etched onto his face. He delicately poked at the baby in his arms to quiet her down. He was so sure his smile could charm his way into having Darrel come to terms with the baby. Darrel, on the other hand, he didn’t look too pleased.

Ponyboy stuffed his hands into the pocket of his jeans as his cheeks puffed out. He snorted out a laugh, earning a scowl from Sodapop. “You know you can’t take care of no baby,” Ponyboy jabbed at him.

“Darry, please - ?” Sodapop tried to plead.

“Who’s baby even is that? You can’t just take someone’s child and run off with it,” he replied in a skeptical tone. His tense body language spoke more than his words. His hands rest firmly on his hips, his eyes focused on Sodapop’s mouth as each word fell from his lips.

Sodapop let out a deep breath as he tried to regain his composure. “That same lady who I tell you about nearly every damn day! She just… left her with me.” He shrugged his shoulders while the baby uncomfortably shifted around.

“You don’t even have - …” Darrel tried to interfere dismissively as he took a step back.

“I got everything she needs,” he interrupted. Sodapop seemed strangely determined on taking care of this baby. “Stopped by the pharmacy and got some diapers and those little jars of…whatever babies eat…”

It was safe to say Darrel was a little surprised to see Sodapop so well prepared. As head of the house, he decided what went and what didn’t. He pondered briefly. “Pony’s right, you don’t know how to take care of no baby.”

“The hell I don’t,” Sodapop defensively spoke up. “Let me have this, I promise I’ll do all the babysittin’. We’ll even take her to the cops tomorrow, they’ll find her momma then.”

Ponyboy gave Darrel a look that said his word couldn’t be kept. While he agreed, something had swayed his decision. Maybe it was the desperation in Sodapop’s voice, or maybe even the fact that he had a baby resting in his arms with no parental figure to look after her. He sighed, slinging his arm around Ponyboy. “We ain’t doing no takin’ care of it, you’re on father duty. Deal?”

Sodapop’s face lit up within seconds, a giddy smile plastered across his face now that he had permission to take care of the baby. “Deal, I got this,” he giggled, poking the child’s cheek tenderly.

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Not long after he’d settled back down, the baby had begun wailing uncontrollably. Sodapop had fallen asleep on the sofa with her splayed out across his chest. The pilled blanket wrapped over her body was now halfway draped over her. Sodapop stirred awake, lifting the child in his arms carefully. Her face had become a deep shade of red from the constant crying. Sodapop had to do something.

“Soda!” Darrel’s voice called out from another room, his tone was tinged with annoyance.

“Alright, alright, what do ya want…?” he questioned, reaching one hand into the brown paper bag he had received when purchasing her necessities at the pharmacy. “Food? You hungry?” he murmured to her as he retrieved a small jar with green slop packed tightly inside. The baby continued to cry relentlessly. Her voice was high-pitched and piercing; something that quickly became irritating to all members of the Curtis household. He groggily placed her down on the thick cushion beside him, her head lying limp against the armrest. “Pony! You in there?” he called out for him as he stepped for the doorway that led to the kitchen.

Ponyboy stuck his head past the wall that separated the two. “Yeah, is she alright?” he asked skeptically as his gaze drifted to the baby who was drooling and squirming on the family couch.

“I think she’s hungry, hand me a spoon or somethin’, will ya?” Sodapop held up an empty hand to signal for one.

Ponyboy nodded, tossing one of the smaller-sized spoons directly into the palm of Sodapop’s hand. “I wanna see this,” he scoffed.

Soda took the spoon, gently scooping up the slop onto the spoon. He composed himself and tried his best to focus on her. “Here, here…open,” he directed in a hushed whisper as he mimicked the wide-mouthed expression he needed from the little girl.

She blinked in obvious confusion as her crying subsided to a low whine. Sodapop’s voice was enough to calm her down in the slightest.

Sodapop’s gaze flickered to Ponyboy as he shoved the embarrassment back down. He shook his head before opening his mouth even wider. “Ahhhh,” he spoke in a low monotone voice as his mouth opened yet again.

Ponyboy snorted, expecting no reaction from the baby whatsoever. The baby giggled, reaching her hand out to touch the tip of Sodapop’s nose. Within seconds, her mouth had weakly attempted to mirror his action. “Ah,” she chuckled again.

Sodapop had nodded in approval, opening his mouth once more in hopes this would be the final time he had to demonstrate. The child’s cheeks puffed out as she grinned, her mouth now wide. Sodapop slipped the spoon inside, gently talking her into swallowing. “Mmm, tastes good, right?” His over-exaggeration of the words made Ponyboy giggle.

“Well excuse me for doubting you,” Ponyboy spoke sarcastically.

Sodapop seemed a little too focused on the baby. He pulled the spoon back and set it on the small wooden table beside the sofa. “Pony, hand me that bag,” he directed, a serious and emotionless tone now in play.

Ponyboy swiftly handed him the brown bag with the child’s necessities before taking an extra step back for caution. “She okay…?”

“She needs a change,” Sodapop replied, scooping her up into his arms like some sort of plushie. He hurriedly took her to the bathroom, turning on the light switch as he hoisted the baby over his shoulder.

**I've never even held a baby, let alone change one, so I have no clue what to even write for this part. I’M SORRY IT SOUNDS A BIT OFF 😭**

Ponyboy scratched the top of his head awkwardly, only able to imagine how much patience Sodapop must have. The crying continued once again as the faint sound of crackling paper echoed from the bathroom. It was a total mystery how Sodapop had become so educated on how to care for an infant.

Moments after, the door opened slowly as Sodapop nuzzled his head against the child yet again. Her crying seemed to have come to a complete stop, her eyes now fluttering closed. Sodapop hushed the baby girl and steadily rocked back and forth to lull her asleep. “Shhh, you’re alright now.” Tip-toeing his way back to the couch, it sank with his weight. He carefully ran his hand down her back in soothing motions, caressing the sides of her small body with his fingertips. She licked her lips and let herself relax against the warmth of Sodapop’s body. Kicking his shoes off, he buried himself within the comforting presence of the infant, allowing the time to pass in a loving embrace. He knew he had a long night of tender love and care to give ahead of him.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING 🫶🏼

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poppyseedgirly · 2 months ago

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i walk up and down the creaky floorboards in the grocery store beer and wine department, i’m more familiar with beer and cigarette brands than i ever have in my life, i don’t smoke but id like to try one of every cigarette, i want to feel the differences, i enjoy when a song i know comes on the radio, i sing and hum and sweep and step step spin i dance down the beer aisle when its slow, something in the orange, karma is my boyfriend, the man with no voice mouths to me you are a very beautiful girl, the effort to say so is sweet and not in a creepy way like usual, he buys two beer cans, i voice back thank you. i have a crush on my boss and i don’t know what to do about it so i think i try to pretend i don’t sometimes, he’s hard to read, i wish i didn’t get so nervous or maybe i wish i knew how to navigate through the nervousness, i think i will with time, its funny and fun to me, and the little things charm me and im curious, maybe it’s just enough to yearn for for now but i don’t want to live that way either, im trying to figure out next steps, i shuffle and dance to my car at night because its mine and i did that, i look at apartments, i order custom shampoo, poppet stares at me with moon eyes and i cry into her belly and muffled i say i am going to build us such a beautiful life and that's the motto i want to share with her, she butts my leg, she always knows, and maybe it already is beautiful, i talk about cats being angels all the time, everyone agrees, the swing set i would sit at all theses past two years is being dismantled, i haven't been there since, its already getting dark out faster again, i laugh and tear up at the leaves changing on my drive, who would have ever thought, im listening to a youtube video called hold my hand, i don’t want to lose you in the leaves, i dreamt of chicago last night, old roads i used to navigate, a new apartment, different, i’ll stay just for some time i say, but i see the bath has overflowed and there’s snow all over and i keep stepping into endless rooms away from you, i see what you are doing but please i need to go, i wake up and its not you but it is me and i’ve been thinking about what relapsing or regressing means in all of this, there’s only one way to go and it’s through and forward, you’ve left an imprint in my mind, like memory foam but the bed hasn’t lifted quite right, and the gravity shifts funny, comes and goes comes and goes, forgiveness feels far away, it’s been two weeks off of instagram and it hasn’t been so hard, i get the urge here and there, to check and check and check for what, deleting it is at least a step in a good direction, i really want to make these rice kripsy treats with cheese puffs and caramel chips, like caramel cheese popcorn vibes, it sounds good to me right now and like a good halloween treat, im doing my best im doing alright im doing okay

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sherbetpixels · 3 years ago

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This challenge has been around since The Sims 3, so there are lots of different versions that have been adapted for The Sims 4. I’ve found two sets of rules that I feel fit my playstyle and combined them into one set, whilst making a few adjustments of my own.

You can find these rules here and here

This is a 24 generation legacy challenge, each one offering something new and different to the family tree. I see these ‘rules’ as a guide or suggestions, so any parts/ generations that don’t spark joy I won’t do.

I’m sharing this for anyone who would like to see my gameplay ‘rules’ and maybe they’ll inspire you to play this challenge too 🥰

And remember, the most important rule of any challenge, Have Fun!

Get yourself some water and a healthy snack, it’s a long read 😅

This is a long challenge, and whilst the intro to each generation leads on from the one before, you can start on any generation you like and pick and choose which ones you want to do when.

I’m following my own vague version of the standard legacy rules, you find these here if you’d like to have a read. I made a young adult sim in CAS and moved them onto a lot of my choosing (I think it was a 20x15) and built a tiny starter home (tiny living perks) with my 20k and went from there! I haven’t used cheats (yet!) and anything that comes with the game goes as far as I’m concerned! If my sim is offered 5k to get married, then it looks like I’m planning a wedding 😂

I choose my heir by the first born, however if I feel a spare fits the theme of the next generation better I’ll pick them instead. Their partner(s) can be anyone you like.

I use a custom life span set through MCCC that focuses around the calandar set at 28 days, so each generation is roughly 1-2 sim years long (babies I age up after a day or two when I get bored of them). I age up early if I want to move on before their birthdays.

Without this mod, I think normal - long life span is plenty of time! For an extra challenge you could play on short, who am I to tell you what to do 😂

I’ve tried to include at least one trait, aspiration, skill and world per generation as a guide or starting point for anyone who would like it, but of course they’re your sims, in your game, they can be whoever you want them to be! Feel free to choose which ever ones you like, you don’t need to use the ones I’ve suggested.

To complete one of the final goals, it’s suggested you have a portrait/ photo of each generation’s heir. It is also recommended that you keep any family urns/ graves or alternatively create a family graveyard lot to store them.

I’d also recommend copying these into a word doc and editing the bits you like/ don’t like so you have it to hand in case you'd like a reminder 💖

Differences in the Family Tree

1 - The Farmer

I never wanted much, just a small corner of the world to call my own and time to enjoy nature’s bounty.

On your 18th birthday your parents gifted you with a small plot of land and enough money to start the farm you’d always dreamt of. While others might be happy with a desk job, you wanted nothing more than to survive off the land and live simply.

Traits:

Loves the Outdoors

Aspirations:

Freelance Botanist

Angling Ace

Country Caretaker

Skills:

Gardening

Fishing

Herbalism

Generation Goals:

No Woohoo before marriage

Have a boy and a girl, keep trying till you do!

Live only off money earned through gardening, fishing and beekeeping

Have a cow plant!

Have a Bee Box & Bug Box

Catch or ‘discover’ every type of fish (base game at least)

Marry a sim who also Loves The Outdoors

Plant one of every harvestable

Live Off-The-Grid

Join a gardening club & meet on Sundays

Build a greenhouse

Get Patchy the Strawman to help

Live in Brindleton Bay or Henford-on-Bagley

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

2 - The Magnate

My parents liked the simple life but I was hungry for more. I wanted to live a life of luxury and success, and I wasn’t afraid to work for it.

You never enjoyed living hand to mouth, relying on nature to survive. You wanted the kind of creature comforts only cold hard cash could guarantee, and you weren’t afraid to work for it.

Traits:

Ambitious

Outgoing

Aspirations:

Whiz Kid - childhood

Fabulously Wealthy

City Native

Skills:

Charisma

Singing

Generation Goals:

Complete either branch of the Business Career

Wait until Adulthood to have kids, afterall your career is your priority

Have at least 8 friends

Get divorced. You were too busy working to notice your marriage fall apart.

Have 50,000 in family funds by death

Once Charisma is maxed, mentor your kiddies in the skill! (You want them to be outspoken too)

Collect all City Living collections and recipes

Live in San Myshuno

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

3 - The Rockstar

Childhood was lonely for me, my parents were too busy working to pay me much attention. I turned to music for comfort instead and now I’m surrounded by friends.

While you never wanted for anything material growing up, you were left to your own devices most of the time and instead took solace in your instruments. Now you get all the attention you missed out on performing on streets and stages, always happy to spend time with your adoring fans.

Traits:

Music Lover

Aspirations:

Artistic Prodigy - childhood

Musicial Genius

Skills:

Guitar

Piano

Violin

Singing

Generation Goals:

Complete the Musician Branch of the Entertainer career

Get the mix master music station, release at least 3 tracks & get some fans!

Get 3 Fame Stars!

Have at least three kids

Get married to a fellow music lover

Get a tattoo

Learn all songs on guitar

Start a ‘band’ club where you get together and jam.

Have an affair with a “groupie” i.e. someone that has tipped you, and have a child with this sim. Bring this child into the family and make this your heir.

Play for tips at community lots

Live in an apartment in San Myshuno for some of your life, then move to Del Sol Valley to Start your family

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

4 - The Lover

There are so many beautiful and wonderful people in the world. Why settle for one?

Growing up the child of a famous musician often meant wild parties and entourages. You fell in love with the carefree lifestyle, but most importantly the people…

Traits:

Non-Committal

Aspirations:

Social Butterfly - childhood

Serial Romantic

Skills:

Mixology

Generation Goals:

Have at least 3 children by different sims

Follow through on all whims to break up within 1 sim day

Join the Mixologist Branch of the Culinary Career

Vote for the “Free Love” Neighborhood Action

Perform/ DJ at clubs

Date two different sims simultaneously then break their hearts

Go on at least 10 dates & Get a gold rating on at least one.

Marry due to “accidental” pregnancy

Cheat on your spouse(s)

Host a gold rated house party

Collect mementos/photos of all your romantic conquests

Attend the San Myshuno Romance Festival each time it’s in town

Throw a party at least once every 2 weeks

Start a singles club

Live in Sulani

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

5 - The Homemaker

Commitment doesn’t have to be a dirty word, I want my children to have a sense of stability, we’ll be a happy family.

Your parents lifestyle might have been fun for them, but as a child you hated the chaos and drama. It’s little surprise that you rebelled in your own unique way and promised yourself you would pursue a perfect family, complete with white picket fence.

Traits:

Family-Oriented

Aspirations:

Social Butterfly - childhood

Successful Lineage

Big Happy Family

Super Parent

Skills:

Parenting

Cooking

Generation Goals:

Either Heir or Spouse must be a stay-at-home parent

Family cannot hire any services (maid, butler, gardener)

No woohoo before marriage (married once, no divorce)

Try for twins until you win! (Have at least four kids if you get twins first time)

See to it that your kids all max at least one skill before each age transition

Your kids should get the “Happy Toddler” or “Top notch Toddler” Traits

All children should age up with at least 2 positive character values

Either parent must help children with homework every evening after school

Heir’s spouse should have an affair. Perhaps not all is as perfect as it might appear.

Must marry and have 2 children before age to adult

Have at least two animals in the house to complete the family (dog or cat)

Adopt one child - They can count (or not! Up to you) to the four children requirement

Live in Willow Creek

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

6 - The Villain

They say nice guys finish last, I couldn’t agree more.

Maybe you were coddled too much, or maybe you resented your parent’s willingness to lie about how happy they truly were. All you knew was that it was time this family saw a few changes…

Traits:

Evil

Aspirations:

Rambunctious Scamp - childhood

Public Enemy

Chief of Mischief

Skills:

Mischief

Logic

Comedy

Generation Goals:

Complete the Boss Branch of the Criminal Career

Have only one child, they will be your perfect evil child.

Get a ‘Villainy’ degree

Pull pranks on (be mischievous) family and neighbors

Obtain the voodoo doll and bind it to a sim (this sim will be your spouse)

Become best friends with a neighbor or Childhood friend & become partners in crime with them.

Once your child is born, befriend them & start becoming enemies with your spouse (you just used them to obtain a child after all – their part is done [divorce is your choice])

Marry someone with the mean or evil traits

Max out the Bad Reputation

Pull at least one prank a day on your family/ neighbours

Live in Oasis Springs

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

7 - The Hero

I won’t turn out like you, I refuse to be your perfect evil child!

Growing up your parent tried to mould you into their perfect evil child, but deep down you knew they were wrong. Now that you’re grown you decided to dedicate your life to putting monsters like them behind bars.

Traits:

Good

Aspirations:

Rambunctious Scamp - childhood

Friend of the World

Strangerville Mystery

Skills:

Athletic

Logic

Wellness

Generation Goals:

Complete the Law Enforcement Career or Diamond Agent branch of the Secret Agent career

Have a long term partner but don’t marry them until Adulthood, crime sleeps for no one after all!

Declare your parent your nemesis

Become enemies with both parents & avoid them

Donate to charity once a week

Marry a sim & have a best friend within the detective/ doctor career (you want to surround yourself with good people who have the same goals as you)

Thoroughly investigate your partner – know all their traits before initiating romantic interactions (You have to make sure they’re not secretly evil)

Volunteer with your family often

Max out the Good Reputation

Have lots of dogs (you want loyal dogs to protect your family)

Become the hero of Strangerville

Live in Strangerville

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

8 - The General

Protect and Serve, that’s what I was taught to believe. And I’ll make damn sure I continue that work.

You were raised to believe in right and wrong, to trust the law and do your bit for your fellow sim. But the life of a beat cop wasn’t for you, you wanted to make a difference on a larger scale…

Traits:

Self Assured

Aspirations:

Rambuctious Scamp - childhood

Successful Lineage

Body Builder

Skills:

Logic

Athletic

Charisma

Generation Goals:

Complete the Military Career, either branch

Befriend all your neighbours, Neighbourhood Watch style!

Ensure all your children max out the athletic skill, your kids need to be kept on their toes!

Adopt a strict parenting style for your children

Marry someone with the Good trait

Live in Strangerville

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

9 - The Jokester

Having fun isn’t a crime, some people really need to lighten up…

You always struggled living under your parents strict rules growing up. You didn’t understand why they were so obsessed by doing things by the book. You wanted to do good as well, but what’s so wrong with cracking a few jokes now and then?

Traits:

Goofball

Aspirations:

Social Butterfly - childhood

Joke Star

Friend of the World

Skills:

Comedy

Generation Goals:

Complete the Comedian branch of the Entertainer Career

Marry someone who enjoys your Llama jokes

Be best friends with all your children

Perform stand up at bars once a week

Attend the Humour and Hijinks Festival each time it’s on

Throw a costume party once a season

Live in San Myshuno

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

10 - The Healer

They say laughter is the best medicine. I prefer actual medicine...

You grew up in a household filled with laughter, and saw first hand what good a smile and a joke could do. You wanted to leave a positive impact as well, but while you might not have had great comedic timing, you had a mind for nurturing and logic.

Traits:

Good

Aspirations:

Whiz Kid or Social Butterfly - childhood

Renaissance Sim

Skills:

Logic

Wellness

Generation Goals:

Complete the Medicine career

Never take a sick day from work

Play with the Doctor set as a child and achieve your dream as an adult

Have all your children grow up with the Compassionate Trait

Have an at home medical bay for any sick family members to recover

Respond to all out of hours work tasks

Live in Windenburg

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

11 - The Scientist

Why stop there? Why not see how far science can really take us?

You were always a bright child, and with the Chief of Staff as your parent no one was surprised. While they were happy to tend to the sick, you wanted to know what made life work and wanted to test the boundaries known to Sim-Kind.

Traits:

Genius

Aspirations:

Whiz Kid - childhood

Renaissance Sim

Nerd Brain

Skills:

Logic

Rocket Science

Robotics

Generation Goals:

Complete the Scientist Career

Create a clone of yourself

Visit Sixam via the Electroflux Wormhole Generator

Become an Astronaut OR a scientist OR an Engineer (or all 3 if you’re feeling brave)

Get a Physics degree.

Build a rocket

Travel to Sixam

Collect all the space rocks & space prints

Have at least 3 pet aliens

Help your children with any/ all science or robotics school projects

Have a small ‘alien’ garden

Build a Servo Bot

Have a child with an alien

Live in Oasis Springs

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

12 - The Conspiracy Theorist

If you’d seen half the stuff I did growing up you wouldn’t be calling me crazy!

Your parents had a bad habit of bringing their work home with them, and because of that you saw some pretty unexplainable things. You know the truth, and the truth is that there’s a lot more out there than most people realise. Dangerous stuff, stuff people should fear…

Traits:

Paranoid

Erratic

Aspirations:

Whiz Kid or Artistic Prodigy - childhood

Best Selling Author

Painter Extraodinaire

Inner Peace

Skills:

Writing

Painting

Generation Goals:

Move to a secure location. Create a bunker and live underground where it’s safe! (Strangerville?)

Only sims whose traits are all known are allowed inside the bunker.

Work from home as a freelancer, you can’t trust the public, they’re watching you everywhere…

Marry a Conspiracy Theorist from Strangerville

Plant bugs on all your friends and family

Never attend social invites from sims who aren’t Good Friends or above.

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

13 - The Astronaut

There’s so much out there that’s worth exploring, I’m not spending my life hiding in the shadows!

Your upbringing was a little...odd to say the least. While your parents were content hiding underground, you heard stories of the strange and wonderful things your grandparents accomplished and were determined to see those things for yourself.

Traits:

Ambitious

Aspirations:

Whiz Kid - childhood

Body Builder

Nerd Brain

Skills:

Rocket Science

Athletics

Logic

Generational Goals:

Complete the Astronaut career, either branch

Build a collection room for all the items brought back from space, duplicates may be sold.

Visit all public locations - you want to see it all!

Conceive your children via Rocket WooHoo

Marry someone knowing as few traits as possible, just to spite your parents!

Don’t have any basements in your house. You still have nightmares…

Live in Brindleton Bay

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

14 - The Gamer

Can’t you see, the world online is so much more vast than you can even imagine.

Your parents always had their heads in the clouds and barely spent any time planet side if they could help it. Left to your own devices you became a virtual explorer, spending hours of time online or talking to sims across the world through your games.

Traits:

Loner

Aspirations:

Artistic Prodigy - childhood

Computer Whiz

Skills:

Gaming

Programming

Generation Goals:

Complete the E-Sport Gamer branch of the Tech Guru career

Marry someone met through a game or chat room

Socialize with friends on the computer often

Collect all the post cards/ pen pals

Start your own social media site; have over 1000 follows

Have at least three children

Win 3 professional gaming tournaments

Earn 5,000 via live streams/ social media sites/ designing your own apps etc You can Livestream or make videos as well. You prefer being admired from afar than having actual friends.

Have a games night with your family and play multiplayer once a week.

Go to NerdCon each time it’s in town, in fancy dress of course!

Have a room with one of every computer and games console set up

Have 5 cats (they’re antisocial like you)

Have a ‘LAN’ club where you get together and play video games

Live in Windenburg

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

15 - The Influencer

Don’t forget to like, share and subscribe!

When your parents are elite e-sports competitors you realise pretty fast how lucrative the online world can be. You were more interested in the sponsorships than the trophies though. Through savvy editing and perfectly planned captions you plan to leave your mark in the Halls of Internet Fame.

Traits:

Self-Absorbed

Aspirations:

Social Butterfly - childhood

World Famous Celebrity

Skills:

Media Production

Charisma

Generation Goals:

Complete the Internet Personality Career

Become a Celebrity and complete the Influencer branch of the celebrity perk tree

Get a distinguished drama degree

Live in a Mansion in Del Sol Valley

Be friendly to fans & paparazzi

Get & accept an award

Have a pristine reputation

Marry a Groupie/Fan

Upload 2 videos a week

Have a Simstagram with over 50,000 followers

Have a Selfie displayed in every room of your house

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

16 - The Politician

Why waste my time earning money when I could earn power?

You never quite saw eye to eye with your parents materialism. You only saw them as sell-outs, using their power for fame and fortune. Instead you wanted to take that same influence and actually achieve something tangible with it.

Traits:

Outgoing

Aspirations:

Social Butterfly - childhood

Friend of the World

Leader of the Pack

Skills:

Charisma

Generation Goals:

Complete the National Leader branch of the Politics Career

Speak publically in San Myshuno once a week

Host a dinner party or BBQ once a week for coworkers and neighbours to network and promote your cause

Attend all social invites and promote your cause

Complete the Networking branch of the celebrity perk tree

Live in San Myshuno

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

17 - The Party Animal

Life’s too short to waste it at work, and it’s not like we need the money.

Growing up as the child of a famous politician meant you were always expected to attend the various fundraising events they threw. Unbeknownst to them you developed a taste for the partying lifestyle. You weren’t interested in a career, you just wanted to have fun!

Traits:

Materialistic

Aspirations:

Social Butterfly - childhood

Party Animal

Skills:

Dancing

Singing

Generation Goals:

The Heir can never have any form of employment, they must only live off money earned by family/ partner

Throw at least one party a week, preferably more

Don’t do any chores, that’s what the help is for

Complete any purchase related whims within 1 sim day. You want it all!

Avoid any skills that lower fun

Give all friends residence keys, the more the merrier!

Earn a Gold Medal for every kind of party

Live in the same home you grew up in your whole life

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

18 - The Athlete

You’ve completely wasted your life away, you disgust me!

You hated your parents lavish and wasteful lifestyle growing up. While they were happy to lie around spending money and overindulging, you had a natural sense of discipline. You’ve chosen to dedicate your life to the pursuit of physical perfection.

Traits:

Active

Aspirations:

Rambuctious Scamp - childhood

Body Builder

Extreme Sports Enthusiast

Mount Komorebi Sightseer

Skills:

Athletics

Wellness

Snowboarding

Skiing

Rock Climbing

Generation Goals:

Attain the Perfect Physique

Have a home gym with one of every form of exercise machine

Complete either branch of the Athletics career

Avoid ever eating cakes, baked goods or junk food (with the exception of Carob Cake and Protein Bites)

Workout every day

Hike to the top of Mount Komorebi

Have at least one child grow up Physically Gifted

Live in Mount Komorebi

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

19 - The Academic

Is the brain not the most powerful muscle of them all?

While your parents were focussed on their physical ability, you were always more bookish, and preferred to expand your brain rather than your biceps. You’ve always had a thirst for knowledge and you want to learn it all.

Traits:

Genius

Aspirations:

Whiz Kid - childhood

Renaissance Sim

Skills:

Logic

Handiness

As many as possible

Generation Goals:

Master at least 5 skills and have 10 at Level 8

Have all children graduate with A’s

Enroll all children in extracurricular activities

Read to your children once a week, literacy is important!

Achieve the Most Interesting Sim Alive achievement (11 Traits)

Live in Britechester

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

20 - The Chef

For the brain to be powerful you need to feed it!

Your parents seem to know everything about everything. Learning about the world fascinated you as a child, but whilst they were practising chess, you preferred to return to the family roots and maintain a kitchen garden instead.

Traits:

Foodie

Aspirations:

Social Butterfly - childhood

Master Chef

Skills:

Cooking

Gourmet Cooking

Baking

Gardening

Generation Goals:

Open a bakery or restaurant

Join Culinary career, Chef branch OR Food Critic

Own a chefs kitchen!

Cook all meals for family

Have 6 children (You want to cook for a big family)

Discover all the food stall recipes in city living (27) Goodluck lol.

Marry a food critic

Have the 'Simple Living' lot trait and write the simple living cook book

Cook a perfect version of every meal

Learn every recipe

Attend every spice festival (OR at least 3)

Move into the house Gen 1 lived in, the original Family Home!

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

21 - The Artist

While I might not have inherited any culinary talents, I’m creative in my own way.

Despite growing up surrounded by glorious foods, you were never interested in continuing the family business. Instead you preferred to put brush to canvas, creating colourful worlds and filling your parents restaurant with your artistic vision.

Traits:

Art Lover

Perfectionist (If you use this trait, watch out for disappearing artwork)

Aspirations:

Artistic Prodigy - childhood

Painter Extraordinaire

Skills:

Painting

Photography

Writing

Generation Goals:

Earn money solely through selling your artwork

Paint at least 5 masterpieces

Paint at least 10 Masterpieces

Have some murals in your home

Join writer/painter/art critic career

Decorate your home only with paintings created by yourself

Marry an art critic

Make 10,000 in royalties OR sell 10,000 worth of paintings

Display all artwork created by your children, you always encourage creativity!

Run your own studio, Selling your work (books/paintings/photographs)

Go to University & get an art degree

Live in San Myshuno

22 - The Collector

The world is full of beauty, I want to capture it all!

Your parents instilled an appreciation for beauty and art from a young age. Growing up you felt that the most beautiful of things were those found in the world outside your door. Some might call it hoarding, but you call it appreciation.

Traits:

Loves the Outdoors

Aspirations:

Social Butterfly - childhood

Curator

Archaeology Scholar

Skills:

Photography

Archaeology

Generation Goals:

Complete 5 collectable sets

Visit every single world/destination

Take photographs of your travels and display the prints at your home

Have a room in your house dedicated to your collections

Live in Brindleton Bay

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

23 - The Eco-Warrior

The world is a special place, we should do what we can to protect it.

Your parents travels took you many places, but wherever you went you could only see destruction and the selfishness of the sims living there. You’ve decided to right this injustice and have chosen to live a kinder life instead.

Traits:

Green Fiend

Vegetarian

Aspirations:

Rambuctious Scamp - childhood

Beach Life

Skills:

Gardening

Herbalism

Generation Goals:

Complete the Conservationist career

Live on a lot with the Off-The-Grid trait

Move to Sulani & stay on Mua Pel'am

Save Mua Pel'am (complete the cave mural) as well as change the eco footprint to Green.

Change your neighbourhoods footprint to green

Vote on the Green initiate action plan.

Make some furniture with the Fabricator

Have a meat wall & cook with Faux Meat cubes

Happy with what you’ve accomplished, you settle down (marriage optional) & have 2 kids.

Cultivate a garden and live off the produce

Marry someone with the Loves Outdoors trait

Find some Kelp & become a Mermaid.

Watch some turtles hatch

Move to evergreen Harbor (You no longer have to live off-the-grid) and change the neighbourhood footprint to green.

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave onto the next gen.

24 - The Historian

Our family has truly left its mark on Simdom, we can learn so much from our past.

Over the past 24 generations your family has been led by a diverse cast of characters. You were always eager to learn more of the sims who came before you and so you have sought to honour their memory and achievements.

Traits:

Family-Oriented

Aspirations:

Artistic Prodigy - childhood

Best Selling Author

Skills:

Writing

Generation Goals:

Hall of Ancestors: Have a room or hallways containing portraits of all the heirs before you.

Legacy of taste: Mark or decorate each portrait with an item relevant to that generations theme

Befriend all remaining family ghosts

Have your portrait painted/ photo taken (pass this and your grave, plus those from previous gens, onto the next heir.

Write a biography for each generation

Bring an ancestor back to life using the Book of Life

Complete the Writing career.

Move into the original family home from Gen 1 and Gen 20!

Phew... And that’s it!

If you read this far, well; you deserve a medal or something! 😅

I’ve fallen back in love with The Sims 4 gameplay thanks to this challenge, and I’m really enjoying it, so I hope you enjoy it too!

Let me know if there’s anything I should add in, and most importantly..

Have Fun!!

Love Aria 🌴

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death valley (m) | part 8

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jin x reader, jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.0k

warnings: reader discretion advised. rough sex, physical roughness, sadism kink, pain kink, breast play, fingering, elevator sex (semipublic), praise kink, dirty talk, unrealistic endurance (this is one day LMAO), attempted fire play, bondage, guns, attempted shootings, knife play if you squint, spanking, degradation (name calling, slut shaming, being really mean lolol thanks jin), crying kink? lot of crying, toxic and manipulative behaviors, jin steps on you so there’s that, character death, heavy drug use, paranoia/fear, voyeurism, sex while intoxicated, me trying to put some humor where i can, sweet dom!jungkook, wild dom!jin, and a sprinkle of dom!taehyung ;) ALSO eyebrowpiercing!jungkook. very important.

a/n: s/o soowoozoo!bts for being my inspo.

F L A S H F O R W A R D--

Goosebumps spread across your skin as the silence set in. The room was chilly, air conditioner buzzing in contrast to the slick humidity of the summer night waiting for you outside. The white light made your eyes ache, the walls were plain, dry, empty.

You stared blankly at the table in front of you. The sound of the pen scratching paper made you ache, remembering kinder days when you and Hobi would be goofing around and writing songs. How did you get here? How did you let this happen?

The previous night, you had dreamt of being at a concert, somewhere far from Death Valley. Losing yourself to music and molly, a soft pair of hands on your hips as you danced the night away, singing at the top of your lungs. Those same hands wrapping around your waist, nose tracing behind your ear to whisper to you how pretty you were. How hot you looked and how badly he wanted to tear your clothes off with his teeth.

You allowing him to pick you up so easily, take you back to his car where you scrambled into the back seat. Like children. The first kiss was magic, you were glued to him and could barely move on. He wouldn’t leave you for a second, he wouldn’t let you breathe. Your lips were hot on each other, soft moans and giggles. Swallowed smiles as you drank one another in, bodies like waves crashing against each other.

Hands wandering until he had you where he wanted. Where you wanted. He loved you down so incredibly good. How he was able to tear you apart while still being so sweet, you could barely even fathom. His teeth dug into the flesh of your breasts, fingers hooking around your panties.

His tongue ravished your figure. There was no part of you left untouched, no part of you that wasn’t completely ablaze with arousal. You would arch your neck back as he lapped away at the sweetness dripping between your legs, your hands combing through his wavy black hair.

His tongue knew where to go, he knew how you liked it, and your fist clenched as he fucked you with his mouth through and through. He always made sure you came first. Always. Every single time.

Whether you had mere minutes or long hours, he loved the way you tasted, making sure you knew that at every chance he got. Sloppy wet kisses traveled up your stomach to your chest, up your neck, hands caressing your ass, scratching your back, holding you close for a moment.

You were whisked away into heaven, just briefly, as his thick cock would push into you. Your pussy pulling him in, wanting to feel the familiar but oh so incredible stretch that only he gave you.

Taehyung. You sobbed as he fucked you, allowing him to kiss the glossy tears off of your cheeks as he rolled his hips, angling so perfectly to nudge deep within you. His sinister grin, his giggles, his chaos. You were in the hands of disaster but you never felt more safe.

Why are you crying dumbass? He would find your state amusing, continuing to fuck you, thrusts long and smooth. Quick, but slow enough for you to savor each second. Your whining lost behind the wet sound of your bodies colliding.

Where are you? Are you watching this right now? You’re not really dead are you?

Stroking your cheek, he leaned down to whisper against your mouth. The words he would keep on saying, echoing back to you. Play along. I won’t hurt you.

What exactly you were playing, you were unsure.

“Look at me” Your eyes darted up to meet Jin’s deceivingly innocent eyes. “I’m gonna ask you again, did you kill Kim Taehyung?”

You gulped, sweat collecting onto the cold handcuffs around your wrists. Jin glanced at the mirrored wall, before letting out a heavy sigh.

“It appears that Kim Taehyung was murdered about two hours before the party. We found your gun near the body.” Jin holds up the custom weapon Yoongi had given that was unmistakably yours. “Where were you at that time?” You felt your eyes getting heavy.

“I was” You lips were chapped, mouth clammy with a bitter taste. You looked him dead in the eye, stomach sickened by the amusement glistening within them as you struggled with your response. You knew he was getting a kick out of it. You wanted to spit on his face. You wanted to slap him, to scream, to flip the table and break out of the windowless room that caged you.

“I was with...y..” Jin smirked, leaning back. You cleared your throat, mind running a mile a minute.

“With who Y/n?”

You glared at him. He was treating this as some sort of role play. You felt queasy at the thought. Someone was dead. Dead.

“You. I was with you”

F L A S H B A C K--

The morning rays slid through the expansive glass wall of the hotel room, causing Yoongi’s eyes to flinch, squinting as they opened and took in the day that presented itself. He sighed heavily, the weight of the previous night still on his mind. You were still asleep, but he could see through the chaffing beneath your wrists that you were not comfortable. He took the leash and fastened it to the headboard, ensuring you had no escape.

Grabbing his keys, Yoongi quickly got dressed in a white hoodie and left the room. He needed to find out the truth for himself. He couldn’t afford to have you lying to him already.

It was so frustrating to him that you couldn’t just be honest with him. He had been immensely open with you even if he was not proud of what he had to share. Why would you hide things? Hadn’t he proven himself to you? Hadn’t he done everything to win your heart?

Yoongi sighed. His anger issues were core to his being. It was part of his true self, but he had spent years trying to become someone you would fall in love with. All he wanted to do was make home in your heart, but no matter how many of your suitors he ended up threatening, beating to a pulp, and forcing them to bail on you, there was nothing in his power that could tear down that goddamn Park Jimin poster on your bedroom wall.

There was nothing he could do to stop you from writing small fantasies in your journal that you kept stashed in your bedside drawer.

Yoongi would be lying if he said he didn’t come close to killing Jimin multiple times before. But he realized that would not have delivered him a solution. If Jimin died, you would mourn. You would still harbor that love for him and never have an opportunity to see what he really was. It was because of this Yoongi, with Taehyung’s helpful insight, had orchestrated a way to destroy Jimin in your eyes.

Jimin was then introduced to Yoongi’s two weapons of destruction, Taehyung and cocaine. Yoongi worked hard to build himself up as a successful music producer. He had to be better than Jimin, had to make sure he could offer you everything Jimin could and more.

To his surprise, you did move on from Jimin, at least the reality of him. But this fantasy of who he used to be remained pinned to your heart. After Jimin quit music, the mention of his name would still cause you to blush and smile. It made Yoongi want to throw up.

You had to see for yourself. Yoongi learned what it was that attracted you to Jimin and embodied just that. You liked that you had to chase him, you liked that he didn’t give a shit about you. You liked that he never noticed you and you had to pine for his attention. You liked that he was dedicated to his music, you liked the lifestyle he was associated with. You liked his lack of emotion and fantasized of him showing his true colors to you and only you, a sensitive, sweet, charming guy. Anger was not a part of this persona at all.

When he felt like he had driven Jimin crazy enough with the drugs, he decided to plant rumors on stan twitter that Jimin would be signing with his label. Using his personal relationship with the singer, he was able to sign him on. He conveniently then offered you a summer internship, knowing full well you would be coming for one reason alone. Park Jimin.

Yoongi wanted you to fall straight into his arms. He rented out every available apartment for the months you were searching for a place to live, forcing you to reside in his building. He wanted to win you over naturally. He wanted you to work with Jimin, hook up with Jimin, and end up loathing him. Loving Yoongi instead.

Jimin’s gang activity was getting on Yoongi’s nerves. Taehyung told him Jimin was in Death Valley, that you saw Jimin at Death Valley. When Yoongi heard from you, not Taehyung, that you had been kidnapped, along with Namjoon nonetheless, Yoongi had enough. He was used to giving Taehyung plenty of unsupervised jurisdiction, so Jimin’s accident was not a surprise to him.

But you sympathized with Jimin, which was not what he wanted. He then decided to take things into his own hands, threatening Seokjin into throwing the fight to leech Jimin of every cent he had. He broke into your apartment, fucking everything up so that you had no choice but to come to him. To need him.

And when Jin didn’t lose, he had no choice but to reveal to you who he was. Even after all his honestly, all his trust, you still lied to him.

Yoongi was furious. He arrived at Death Valley, using the front entrance. Pulling a mask over his face, he barged in, surveying the silence as a sign that the bar was empty. Through the kitchen he arrive at the back storage room, accessible only by key, where all of the surveillance had been set up years ago.

Monitors were spread across the wall, but Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in at one that was coming up with no feed. Your apartment. Someone had fucked with the cameras. Yoongi types away at the main monitor, enlarging your apartment footage and reeling back to find the moment the device was destroyed.

He sees Taehyung, whispering something to you. Next thing he knows the stream is blank. He grits his teeth, as all the pieces fall into place. He was a fool. How could he have been so blind? Taehyung must be in love with you. He must have, after watching you for so many years. Yoongi scowled at the thought of the ways Taehyung may have seen you, naked, vulnerable, ways that only he should.

He had trusted Taehyung. Taehyung had only ever shown interest in money and Yoongi thought that was enough. Taehyung must have fucked you over and over again once the cameras were dead. What a whore. It made sense then that he had cut the line through his branding on you. He was the only one who could have. He had access to you and he was psychotic! He must have forced you to lie. You wouldn’t ever hide anything from Yoongi, no, Yoongi was the man of your dreams. You felt grateful that you had him, didn’t you?

He tilted his head, cracking his knuckles before he punched the glass screen, causing the feed to go haywire and sparks to erupt. Kim Taehyung. You are dead to me.

Yoongi growled lowly before picking up his phone. “It’s me. I need to see you. Now”

Hobi kept his hand on the small of your back as he led you down to the hotel bar. The two of you nodded politely at the staff members who were busily preparing for the big event. The bar was empty aside for a few guests enjoying their brunch-time mimosas.

Hobi couldn’t really revel in the fact that the two of you were getting drinks together, almost like a date. His mind was too caught up in the initial shock he felt when he saw you tied up in his boss’ bedroom. He felt upset, but moreso he felt violated. He wondered if you were getting taken advantage of. Did he promise you a promotion? Was he manipulating you?

Punishing someone like that, Hobi was never one to kink shame, but it seemed a bit much. The name burned into your skin did nothing to ease his concern. Someone who was possessive, violent, impulsive. It reminded him of...

Hobi didn’t know. He didn’t know who gave him orders. He really didn’t care once the cash rolled in, but it began hitting too close to home. He wasn’t thrilled about hurting Namjoon, but two duffel bags of cash were enough for him to momentarily set aside his morals.

“What should I get?” You surveyed the small menu of cocktails. “What’s gonna fuck me up the fastest?”

Hobi snorted, “Tequila” He twirled your hair as your gaze remained glued to the menu. The thought of you being in danger upset him greatly “Y/n...when did Yoongi brand you?" You called the bartender ordering a line of shots to which the they glanced at the clock before giving you a weird look.

“The night of the rematch” You told him, reacting before you realized what you had said. Your lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to conjure an excuse. A row of shot glasses was placed in front of you. You took one, gulping it down before letting out a heavy sigh. The bitterness burned down your throat. You basked as the liquid hit your mind, easing you slightly.

“Yoongi was at the fight?” Hobi recalled the wild night that the three of you had been at Death Valley. It was the first time he ever saw the man giving him orders. The man was tall, broad, had dark hair and wore dark clothes, face covered in a mask. Could it have been...Yoongi?

“Y/n!” The two of you turned to see Jungkook approaching the bar. He had changed his hair, the blue swapped for a short black cut, and you couldn’t help but double take at his new eyebrow piercing.

You downed another shot, glancing at Hobi who had raised his eyebrows seeing the drug dealer. Jungkook gave you a light hug, waving timidly to Hobi. You smirked, another shot down the hatch. “Easyyyy Y/n” He placed a hand on your back as he slid into the seat next to you.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Hobi sneered. Jungkook rolled his eyes, used to the condescending treatment of gang members. "Didn’t you get stabbed or something?”

“I did!” Jungkook grinned, “In fact, that’s exactly why I’m here. I think I figured out who Mr. Bossman is, and I wanna fucking kill him”

Hobi rolled his eyes, “Oh really”

“Kim Seok-motherfucking-Jin baby. He stabbed me. He’s the one who showed up and threatened me to move out of Y/n’s apartment, so he’s probably also the one who called for the kidnapping. And he might have called for Jimin’s accident. It makes so much fucking sense”

Jin did what? There was not enough alcohol in your veins to act like you didn’t fully understand what he had just said. Jin had Jungkook move out? It wasn’t impossible. And that’s what scared you. You blinked at Jungkook incredulously, “But he’s literally a police officer”

Jungkook’s grin widened, “Exactly! It’s fucking brilliant. He’s a cop, he fights for the other side. He wins no matter what and can never get caught. No one would ever suspect him. Winning despite being threatened? Who threatened him huh? It’s a fucking ploy. You’re not dead and neither is he I bet. Kingpin. Boom”

You felt sick, knowing that Yoongi was not the only person you needed to be worried about. It was almost funny how blatantly misinformed Jungkook was. “Wow you guys are idiots.” You muttered under your breath, taking another shot before coughing roughly. Should I tell them? Why did Jin lie? Is this even the truth? Jin always tried to pin things on Jungkook, but you defended him. Hearing his words now made your head spin. He’s lying. Jungkook is lying. You wanted to scream, frustration flooding through your veins as you clenched your fists.

“I’m gonna tell Jimin and Taehyung what I know. They will give me so much money dude.” Jungkook chuckled, “And then they’d kill him, oh God finally”

Hobi pursed his lips, mouth feeling dry as he reflected on Jin’s eerie words before he shot him in the leg. He didn’t know where Jin was anymore, handing him off to be taken somewhere. It didn’t make sense. His orders were to seize Jin if Jin won the fight. Why place an order like that all? Why do any of this?

“Y/n, come with me.” Jungkook tugged at the sleeve of the oversized Nirvana shirt you had thrown on after your shower session with Hobi. You giggled, the thought of Taehyung coming into your slowed thoughts like a hurricane, tearing up any understanding you thought you had of the situation. There was only one thing you believed. Only one thing you knew with full certainty and it was all you could hold onto.

“Oh my goodness it’s Yoongi. It’s Yoongi. It’s always been Yoongi” The words spilled from your lips like the tequila that dripped down the side of your lips as you took yet another shot, giggling like a ditz. Jungkook and Hobi exchanged confused looks with each other, only making you laugh more. “I would fucking know okay!” Your laughs grew loud, “I was locked up in his fucking apartment and where the hell were all of you huh? Dumb fucking idiots!” You buckled over, laughing into Jungkook’s chest.

“Jungkook” Hobi sighed, “I gotta get back to work. Can you get her sober please?” Jungkook nodded. He held your waist tightly helping you stand, walking with you carefully to the hotel elevator.

The laughter wouldn’t stop. Passerbys shot the two of you dirty looks as Jungkook pulled you into the elevator easily. Through it’s glass walls you could see the midday skyline, where outside people hustled through life as if everything were normal. Must be fucking nice. “Y/n” Your laughs began to choke in your throat, turning instead to the sobs you tried to suppress with whatever will you had left.

Jungkook placed his soft lips on your shoulder. Hands sliding onto your waist as he peered at you curiously, “Y/n, is everything okay?”

You shook your head, the elevator door closed as tears began forming in your eyes. Your voice croaked, “I’m dead. He’s gonna kill me. T..taehyung is gonna kill me. I...I know he will. He’s everywhere. Everywhere.” You looked around frantically, suddenly feeling hyperaware of the security cameras littered throughout the public space. “I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone...I” You hiccuped. Jungkook pulled you into a tight hug.

“It’s okay ssh” He stroked his thumbs them across your cheeks, cupping your face affectionately. “I’m here aren’t I?” You sniffled, nodding lightly. “I got you okay. No one is gonna hurt you”

You stared into his kind brown eyes. You did not trust him, your entire body was screaming at you not to trust him. His fingers danced down your figure, freely gliding over your heaving chest, desperately trying to breathe with the fear that choked you from within.

You blinked at him, eyes glancing down at his pouty lips before finding his eyes again. “Y/n” Jungkook whispered, barely inches from your lips. “I won’t let anyone hurt you okay. I promise”

Fat tears rolled down your face at his words. Jungkook clicked his tongue, cooing at you as he continued to wipe away your hears. “Oh you poor thing” He held you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, before tilting your face up to his.

He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as his lips landed on yours, swallowing you into him. The taste of tequila was evident on your lips as he kissed you softly, and you allowed yourself to surrender to his warm touch.

You felt heat pooling in your chest as his fingers trailed up your legs. He traced circles into the inside of your thighs, letting his fingers tease the edge of your shorts.

“Jungkook” You inhaled sharply, his hot breath tickling your neck as you tilted your head back. He licked his lips before sloppily latching onto your collarbone, sucking down to litter your skin with wet kisses as his fingers slid down your shorts, just barely so that he could roll his hips into you.

He pushed you back against the glass, fingers trailing across your bare thighs before sliding beneath your panties. Jungkook ran a finger over your clothed folds, making you clench down.

“Y/n” His voice sounded equally as desperate as yours, barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. “Fuck I missed you” You gasped as his fingers slid under the fabric. He pushed a finger in, allowing your tight cunt to accustom to it before adding another finger not long after.

His other hand slid beneath your shirt, pushing your bra up so he could run his thumb over your nipples, his touch featherlight, leaving you breathless. You rolled your eyes back in pleasure, bucking your hips up as he slowly pumped you with his fingers.

“That’s it baby, just like that” He whispered, lips pressing into your neck. You let out a shaky moan as his fingers quickened, pumping in and out of you as you latched onto his shoulders. “Look at me. Look right at me baby”

He brought his lips over yours, just brushing them across your skin so he could gaze deep into your eyes as you fucked yourself onto his fingers. You cried out his name as the friction began to overwhelm you. His fingers easing you right where you needed them, pleasure searing through you as he watched your every move.

"So good for me” He pulled his fingers out, doused in your sticky arousal before he placed them into his own mouth. Your eyes widen as he licked of every last bit of you and smiles. “You taste so fucking good baby”

He kisses you again, harsher this time as his hips roll against you. Your fingers grip his hair as he pulls down his sweats, allowing his cock to spring out.

“You want my cock?” He ran his tongue over your lips, tugging at them slightly as he stroked his cock. You could feel his hand moving between your legs. “You want my big cock in your little pussy?”

You gulped, nodding as Jungkook looked down, lining his tip against your folds, pushing in only slightly before meeting your eyes again. “So warm and wet for me, fuck” He pushed in further, groaning as you spread your thighs wider, allowing him to thrust as deep as he could. He stilled briefly, kissing you again “You take me so well baby fuck. So fucking tight for me. My pretty baby” He stroked your face, thumb pushing into your mouth slightly.

“Does it feel good?” He mumbled, pulling out just slightly before rolling his hips back into you. He picked up a rhythm, fucking you deep and slow, hands clawing at your breasts.

“Yeah...feels really good” Your eyes fell shut, enjoying the fulfilling pleasure of his movements. He pulled your shirt up, burying his face between your breasts as he continued to fuck up into you.

“Mmm yeah I bet” He pushed your bra up, allowing his fingers to pinch you nipples. He took one into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the small bud as he began to suckle you, looking up to your face and enjoying your reactions. “You’re so fucking pretty you know that right?” He sucked on your breast harshly before leaving it with a soft kiss and moving onto the other. “So perfect for me”

His thrusts quickened, driving you up the wall as his hands fell to your hips. You burying your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your high approaching. “Jungkook...I’m...”

“Yeah?” Jungkook’s voice was raspy with lust, “You wanna cum baby? Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock, wanna hear you make those pretty little moans when you cum”

You cried out with every thrust as he pushed you over the edge, and you felt your pussy burst with pleasure as you came, the sloppy sounds of your arousal echoing through the small space. Jungkook groaned as the hot liquid covered his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease.

“There you go. Good girl. Good fucking girl, just like that” He gasped, feeling his cock twitch slightly, buried deep in your cunt, “Want me to cum inside you baby?” You nodded, whining slightly, “Yeah? You want it baby? Huh?” Jungkook’s hips thrust furiously at you, and he cupped your face, bringing his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes as he came. “Want my cum? Want me to fill you up baby?”

“Yeah. I want it. Jungkook please,” Your whiny voice was enough to have him spurting through you.

“Holy fuck” Jungkook buckled over, holding you tight as cum shot out of him, filling you up and leaking out onto the floor.

He pulled out of you quickly, pulling up his sweats while you fixed your own clothes. Sweat painted his forehead as he looked at you, panting with a big smile on his cute face.

“I missed that” He confessed, pulling you back into him by the waist. He knelt down and pressed his lips on yours, letting his hands slide to your ass and squeeze them softly.

You heard a familiar ring as the elevator door reached it’s destination. You jumped away from Jungkook, unable to get far as the strong boy’s hold on you remained steady.

"I see stabbing you once didn’t really drive home the message huh Mr. Jeon Jungkook”

You felt goosebumps spread as you heard the sinister tone of Jin’s voice. He stood leaning against the elevator as if he had been waiting for you, twirling his knife around aimlessly between his fingers. “Too bad, I unfortunately can’t kill you yet” He turned to you and winked, “Both of you come with me”

Sweat trickled down from Namjoon’s neck, his eyes glued to the tattered punching bag in front of him. His muscles were still sore, bruises still spattered across his bare chest. He didn’t care. He was sick of feeling helpless. Under the dim lights of the boxing gym, he pushed himself, another hit, more force, ignoring the pain shooting through his limbs with every strike.

“Don’t overdo it” Namjoon rolled his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice. “Last thing you want is to get injured again” He turned to the sound of loafers echoing across the concrete floor.

“What do you want Yoongi?” Namjoon sneered. The producer smirked slightly, patting the punching bag playfully before pacing around Namjoon.

“I’m gonna kill Taehyung, and I know Jimin is gonna break hell. I need you to protect Y/n for me. Can I trust you, Namjoon?” His voice was stern.

“Man, fuck you Yoongi” Namjoon groaned, “I put my life on the line for you constantly and you still have to fucking ask? Promise me. I want out after this. Promise me a record deal”

Yoongi shrugged, “Okay fine. I’ll sign you. Don’t let her out of your sight.” Yoongi inhaled sharply, “And I swear to God Namjoon if you even think about touching her, you’re dead to me. And I will know if you do.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, lips parted, desperately trying to catch his breath. “Yeah okay. Just get me my fucking record deal”

Yoongi pursed his lips, pulling out his phone and handing it to Namjoon. “Paperwork is ready. You have one job. Don’t fuck up again” Namjoon clenched his fist as Yoongi chuckled in amusement. “I have some business I need to deal with personally. Keep her safe Namjoon, please”

You gagged, a puke-ish feeling clogging your throat as you coughed out. Your head was throbbing with pain as you squinted against the gleaming lights from the chandelier above your head. Glancing around, you realized you were back at Jungkook’s place, large dark wooden floors adding to the ambiance that just screamed rich in your face. The plushness of his large bed evident beneath you.

You get up slightly, peering across the room where you see Jin handing a large duffel bag to Jungkook, whispering something into his ear. Jungkook nods eagerly, shaking Jin’s hand before exiting. He turns back to you, smiling as he realizes you are awake.

“Hey party girl. Recovered from our little day drinking session have we?” Jin chuckled. You scowl, searching around you as your throat desperately demanded water. Jin handed you a glass. “I just got Jungkook caught up, but you and I need to have a little talk”

You exhaled before emptying the entire glass down your throat. “I know everything” You scoffed in spite, “I know everything you did, you fucking maniac”

Jin smiled wide at the term, “I know. Jungkook told me you think I was behind all of the stuff that’s been going on, stabbing him and kidnapping you. I mean,” Jin laughed, a tinge of condescendence in his voice, “You don’t actually believe that do you? Like, seriously how dumb are these guys. At least you’re smart”

You frowned at his tone, unsure of how to respond. Jin raised his eyebrows at your silence before continuing, “Oh come on Y/n. Use that little brain of yours hm? What the hell would I be gaining from all this? It was Taehyung.”

He extended you a hand, helping you out of the bed and pulling you up to stand before him, “What did he tell you huh? That he’s Yoongi’s friend or some shit? Taehyung doesn’t give a fuck about Yoongi. And I know you know about him screwing over Jimin. He’s trying to take over both gangs, not just Jimin’s, and he’s been lying to you this whole time.”

The bargaining chip. “What do you mean?” You followed the flat echoes of his footsteps down the hallway into the same office that you had Jimin tied up only a few days ago. You suppressed a smile as you noticed the curtains were still torn.

“He’s distracting Jimin and Yoongi with you. He wants them to get up against each other so that he can sway the gang loyalties towards him by showing that their leaders priorities are off. Look here” Jin motioned towards a laptop on the large desk, playing security footage of what appeared to be Death Valley’s parking lot, where people were loading bags of cash into what could have been Taehyung’s car. “He’s robbing them. And you know what else Y/n? When he’s done with all of this, he’s gonna kill them both.”

No. No way. Betrayal stung you as you process Jin’s words, “You’re just a pawn in his game. You were bait. He just needed to you get Jimin and Yoongi to fight amongst each other. And you let him, didn’t you?” Jin chuckled, patting your cheek. “I know he kept telling you that you could trust him. That he wouldn’t hurt you. It was bullshit Y/n. This man only cares about one thing. Himself”

You thought back to the first night you laid your eyes on him, back when his hair was a faded green, his sweaty tan skin contrasting his dark leather jacket. The look of familiarity in his eyes and the gleam from his diamond studded watch. You were a fool. He strung you along.

“Where is he?” You growled, “I wanna hear it from him. I wanna ask him myself”

“Absolutely. In fact, if you’re up for it, I was wondering if you would be down to do another little mission for me” Jin winked at you. You scowled, folding your arms over your chest, “If we don’t kill him first, he’s planning on killing Yoongi tonight before the party. I know because I got him to let me in on his little coup” Your heart dropped, “You don’t want that do you?”

"No” You blurted.

“So let’s kill him first. Come on, let’s go get you dolled up for this party”

As you left the office, you couldn’t help but notice a familiar figure standing at the other end of the hallway.

Namjoon? Your eyes locked with his. He pressed a finger to his lips before pointing at Jin and shaking his head. What is he trying to say. Namjoon seemed to have a warning look in his eyes. You simply shrugged at him, before running down the hall to catch up with Jin.

Namjoon exhaled, watching from a window as Jin and you drove off, likely heading to the hotel. Looking at his palm he saw the way his nails left imprints in his skin from how hard he was clenching his fists. Namjoon wasn’t necessarily a fan of Taehyung, but he knew a thing or two about him from Yoongi. Taehyung would never kill people. He was averse to it for some reason, Namjoon always thought it was ironic for him to be a gangster given that quality. Taehyung could torture anyone, threaten anyone, but he didn’t have it in him to take a life.

Which meant that Jin was lying to you. Namjoon never liked Jin. Even aside from all the hits he had taken from the strong man, he always felt something was off about the guy. He feels uneasy about what he had just seen transpire, and decided to go find Yoongi.

“Do you want some coke?” You were in the middle of washing your face when Jin walked in with a bag of powder. “I could use a hit, I don’t know about you”

“Oh hell yes. Thank you” He poured out a line on the bathroom counter using a quarter, watching with a small chuckle as you inhaled the drug, nose pressed against the cool marble. You sighed, wiping your nose and flashing a big grin in the mirror “Damn. I needed that. I didn’t know that you use”

Jin bit back a smirk, “I do.” He poured another line on the same place, this time taking a hit himself. “A lot”

“Oh. Officer Jin is a druggie like the rest of us huh” You teased. Jin poured himself a gin martini, taking a sip, eyes alight with amusement. “Does that turn you on ever? Do you ever have a hottie cuffed up and they’re like please Officer does that..you know..turn you on?”

Jin’s eyes widened at you “Not any hottie, no. Now if I had you cuffed up saying that” He chuckled, pulling you to him by the waist “That’s a whole other story” You pushed him away playfully.

“What?” Jin said mockingly, “Don’t remember that night where I gave you the best orgasm of your life?” His traced his lips up your jaw, and you could feel his smile against you.

“Wow. Cocky are we?” You raised your eyebrows. “I’ve had some pretty good sex in my life. Hard to say if that was the best”

Suddenly, Jin pulled his knife from his back pocket, glancing in the mirror as he traced the blade across your neck just enough for you to feel the sharp cold metal glide on your skin, pinching without actually making you bleed. “Don’t even lie. You loved fucking me. Don’t you remember? How fucking wet you were?” His breath was hot against your lips, but it was the look in his eyes that had you weak in the knees.

Taking his knife, he slit clean down your shirt, tearing it off of you to reveal your bare chest. “On the floor slut” His whispered, flirty demeanor now shifted into something dark. Something feral.

You gulped, taking care to slide your bottoms off, not wanting him to slice them up before lowering yourself down onto the tiled bathroom floor.

Jin set the knife aside, pulling out his lighter and setting in on the counter before shedding his own clothes, even he kicking off his shoes. He lifted his foot, and you watched with a curious gaze as he placed his foot on your chest. He kept the weight off of you, much to your relief, and you couldn’t help but feel absolutely filthy as he rolled your breasts under the sole of his foot. You had never done anything like this. It seemed so dirty, but felt so good.

“Oh my god Jin” You gasped as he switched onto his other leg, taking his foot and shoving it into your mouth, watching in amusement as you gagged over his toes.

“Look at you. On the fucking floor. Naked little whore. Letting me do whatever I fucking want.” He removed his foot from your mouth, letting you catch your breath before you looked up at him with quivering eyes.

He felt blood rush to his cock at your expression. Licking his lips, knelt down, climbing over you to gently trail his fingers where his foot had been moments ago.

“And you love it” He sneered, letting his nails dig into your breast, “You love the pain don’t you you fucking slut?” When you didn’t answer he grabbed your jaw, pushing his fingers into the edge of your mouth. “I asked you a fucking question”

“Y...yes” You exhaled. You felt his fingers tease your clit, teeth tugging on your lobe as he laughed darkly.

Jin reached for the martini glass “Turn over” He growled. You found yourself with your breasts pressed flat against the floor, Jin’s cock pressing into your ass. You gasped as he poured the drink onto your back. “This is gonna burn. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl. I know you are, you let Yoongi do it so I can too”

“Wait what” Jin pressed your face down with one hand while the other grabbed his lighter, “Jin. Hold on.” Your voice rose in fear, which only turned Jin on more. He watched as you writhed under him, trying desperately to get away. “Jin seriously. That’s not funny”

“Shhh. You can take it” He cooed, flicking the flame on he slowly lowered it to your skin, bringing it nearer and nearer to the doused skin. You yelped as you began to feel the concentrated heat. Your entire body was petrified. “Enjoy it baby. You like it. You love it. You let Yoongi do it so why can’t I?”

“Jin. It’s not you, I'm just not ready for something like this please” Jin cocked his head aside in irritation, stopping the lighter before it actually touched you and tossing it aside. “I didn’t let Yoongi brand me he just did.”

Jin stilled momentarily. “And you still love him? Even though he did that?”

You didn’t answer. That alone was enough for Jin to rage. He slammed your face back down, the blow giving you a dizzying sensation that hat you getting wetter by the second.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He growled, “How can you love someone like that?” He pulled your face up, bending you back until you were flush against his chest. “I don’t want any of them touching you again. You understand me?” He let go, giving you whiplash as you fell back to the floor. “Ass up. Now” He spanked your ass hard, causing you to yelp. The stinging pain vibrated to your core. You couldn’t help but love every second of it.

Jin knew that you were scared of him, he could feel it. He could also see the way your thighs would clench whenever he did anything to you. You were his favorite drug. He was going to ruin you.

He grabbed his belt from the pile of clothes on the side, “Hands under” He demanded, rolling his lip through his teeth as you obeyed him right away. He took the belt tying your wrists to your knees under you.

He took a moment to admire his work, your shivering body all his for the taking. You had no where to run. He had you now. “Who gives it to you the best him?” Pulling you towards him by your thighs, he didn’t care that your knees would burn against the smooth tile as he lined his cock up with your folds. He spat down, a glob of saliva landing on your ass before he used his cock head to rub it all over you. He could hear your shaky breath, your whiny moans that made him want to fuck you even more.

He slapped his palm onto the curve of your ass, bending over your to growl into your ear “Filthy whore. You disgust me. You let them all just do whatever they want to you, don’t you have any fucking self respect?” He could see his words were hitting close to home. You pursed your trembling lips as Jin smacked you again in the same place.

“When will you fucking learn huh? This pussy” He reached his hand to harshly cup your cunt, shoving two fingers inside you without warning. “This pussy belongs to me. You’re mine. My cockslut whore” Taking his fingers out, he shoved them into your mouth “You taste that? That how desperate your needy little cunt is for me”

Your legs were strung together, making it all the more painful when he finally began to push his cock inside you, using his fingers to scissor you open so that he could get deep inside you. His length pushed against your tight walls, your cries and curses only motivating Jin to push further.

“Who owns this cunt huh?” Jin pulled your hips back, burning your knees each time as he pulled you on and off his cock. Your ass slammed into him with each blow.

“You do. Holy fuck, you do” You gasped, practically screaming as your whole body ached with pain and pleasure.

“That’s right baby” He pinched your clit, making you yelp as he flicked at it, pounding into your relentlessly.

“J..Jin” You mumbled, lips still half pressed on the floor, “Jin please. Feels good” Jin scoffed, “Gonna cum...gonna cum” You inhaled loudly as you felt your high approaching. Your eyes clenched shut as he edged you closer and closer, fingers furiously attacking your clit until he stopped.

You let out a loud sob as Jin yanked you up by your neck “You really thought I would let you cum whore?” His grip tightened, cock twitching at the way your voice sounded choking, the water streaming from your eyes and the drool at the edge of your lips. He kissed you, licking it all up in the process.

“Look in the mirror. Look at how pathetic you are. I want you to remember the only person who’s ever gonna let you feel this good” You looked at your reflection, seeing only your faces and the way Jin’s nails dug into your neck. He pushed you forward so that your chin was on the countertop. You coughed out, watching as he resumed his thrusts, punishing your clit with the jarring movements of his fingers.

You screamed, pleasure crashing over you in a wave of tantalizing heat. You gushed onto his cock, tears falling from your eyes due to how overwhelming the sensation was. Jin continued to whisper filth right into your ears but you could no longer hear anything. Your vision became hazy, not minding the blow when Jin shoved you back onto the floor and pounded you to his own release.

On the other side of the wall, Namjoon leaned his head back and sighed, glancing down to see his cock in his hands, now completely covered in cum.

Taehyung chewed on his gum nonchalantly as he paced around the luxurious hotel, checking out all the fun features. The pool deck was nice, the lobby exquisite, and his favorite part, the cafe, smelt delicious.

Yoongi had asked to meet him in his suite. On his way there he ran into you, and you knocked his breath away. He always thought you were beautiful, but tonight you looked elegant. It was such a surprising contrast to your usual getup, but you looked amazing. He was about to tell you just that when he finally registered the hurt look in your eyes.

“You liar” You slapped him with everything you had. Taehyung backed away in surprise. “How could you use me like that? Over and over again. I trusted you. You were really the only one I thought had my back. Without a fucking doubt” You lunged towards him for another hit but Taehyung held your wrist firmly.

“What are you talking about? When did I use you?” Taehyung looked around frantically, “Calm down okay, let’s go somewhere and talk this through.” Your eyes flared in anger.

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! You’re gonna kill them!” You screamed. Taehyung squinted, noticing the slight redness in your eyes. He sighed in understanding, pulling you by the wrist into a corridor.

“Y/n. Breathe. Tell me what’s going on” Taehyung attempted to calm you down but you were enraged. “And what the fuck are you on?”

Admittedly, you and Jin had ended up doing many more lines of coke, perhaps even molly, you were no longer sure, but you washed it down with the bottle of gin, finding it unprecedentedly hilarious that Jin liked to drink gin martinis.

“You used me! To fuck with Jimin! And Yoongi! You lied to me! Everything you said was a fucking lie, everything you did, every stupid word that came out of your stupid mouth was a lie! You just want power. You’re selfish, and...and...you’re gonna KILL them” A dramatic gasp left your lips, Taehyung almost laughed, “You’re gonna kill Yoongi. I...I can’t let you do that”

You pulled out your gun, cocking it and pressing it against Taehyung’s chest. He instantly put his hands up. “Y/n. Y/n stop. That’s not true okay you’re not thinking straight. Don’t do something you’ll regret”

Your hands trembled around the gun “You’ll kill them. You’ll kill them both...I can’t let you do that”

“Hold on!”

Too late. You pulled the trigger.

Hobi wandered through the parking lot looking for his car. His eyes narrowed on a familiar vehicle, thinking back to when he had loaded the drug money from the last fight.

So. Is that guy Yoongi then? The one I kept seeing? Hobi wandered over to the car. Peering inside the passenger window, his eyes locked on a small item on the floor of the car. He squinted to read it, it appeared to be some sort of credit card.

He stepped back, realizing what the name on the card was. He glanced around before taking the end of his gun and ramming it into the door handle. The door creaked open, allowing Hobi to swipe the card up. He slid it into his pocket, before hurriedly returning to the hotel.

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he watched you pull a gun out on Taehyung. He had been thoroughly entertained as you yelled and slapped him, knowing full well that you were high out of your mind.

Namjoon couldn’t understand Jin’s plan at all. He had eavesdropped on everything so far, as per Yoongi’s orders. Why would Jin ask you to kill Taehyung, why wouldn’t he just do it himself? He knew you would hate yourself if you actually killed him.

He had also been thoroughly disappointed at how easily Jungkook had bought into Jin’s agenda as well. The things people do for money. Namjoon sighed, realizing that he was pretty much acting on similar motivations.

You were ready to pull the trigger, and Namjoon was almost certain you wouldn’t do it, until he saw your finger begin to curl. He ran towards the corridor as fast as he could.

“Hold on!” He yelled, but it was too late. Taehyung’s eyes flew shut.

Namjoon blinked, not hearing the familiar gunshot sound. You looked equally confused, glancing down the barrel of your gun. Taehyung let out a shaky sigh of relief, sliding down the wall.

“It...was a blank” You mumbled. Namjoon rushed to your side, pulling you away from Taehyung. “What the...what was I just about to do?” His heart clenched as your lips parted in shock.

“Taehyung are you okay?” Namjoon asked. Taehyung nodded, clearly shaken up but managing to get a hold of himself.

“What the fuck is going on?” He growled, “Who gave her a gun? And who gave her drugs while she had a gun? Fucking hell”

Namjoon stroked your back as you let the gun drop to the floor, the weight of your actions finally hitting you.

“I’m so sorry. Taehyung I...” You looked into his eyes. Those eyes that always left you questioning what was really going on in that pretty head of his.

“Yeah. Jin fucking fed her some interesting stories about how you’re using her. At least I hope they’re just stories” Namjoon peered at him. “I’m Namjoon by the way, we haven’t officially met”

Taehyung shook his hand “Hi Namjoon. I heard you make pretty decent music” He chuckled ironically, “Y/n, I need you to tell me everything Jin said. There’s been some sort of misunderstanding, I promise you I wasn’t taking advantage of you.”

Namjoon made a face, exchanging a glance with you as you nodded slowly. Namjoon was not entirely sure he should believe Taehyung. He supposed it wouldn’t matter, when he knew that Yoongi was planning to kill Taehyung anyways. The more information he had, the better he could at least keep you out of trouble.

P R E S E N T D A Y--

Security escorted you and Jimin out immediately as the media broke into a frenzy trying to figure out what had happened. You had hoped your acting skills had convinced him.

After Taehyung sobered you up slightly, the three of you had sat and schemed. Using everything the three of you knew, you were able to figure out that it really was Jin behind Jimin’s accident, your and Namjoon’s kidnapping, as well as Jungkook’s attempted murder. He was able to do all of this using Hobi’s help, but Hobi seemed not to know that he was receiving orders from Jin.

The question remained how and why.

“I know you’re not going to believe me. So I have proof” Taehyung pulled his phone out, pulling up a recording of Jin tied up somewhere.

All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. And I get to kill them. My way

You felt queasy seeing his earnest expression through the film. Namjoon’s jaw clenched, recognizing crazy when he saw it, wishing he could have knocked the guy’s brains out beforehand.

“Listen to me. This guy is dangerous. I don’t really understand why he’s doing all of this. He said he wanted to help me, but clearly there’s some other motive here. Otherwise he wouldn’t go behind my back.” Taehyung muttered.

“The only way to know what he wants is to see what he does next” Namjoon pitched in.

You glanced between the two men, feeling weirdly relieved that you finally had some solid answers. Having Namjoon by your side after so long was the best thing you could ask for at the moment, and you clung to him, hands wrapped around his arm tightly. He thought it was cute.

“Let me fake my death. Let’s see what he does.”

The drivers took you and Jimin to the precinct. You looked around for Namjoon but he was nowhere to be seen. Your eyes met Jin’s briefly as he signed some paperwork. He winked at you.

“Can I have the body taken to get an autopsy report please?” You weren’t phased by this. Taehyung had said he had enough contacts to make it truly believable that he had died. Jimin’s face was void of emotion as he watched the stretcher go past with the body on it.

You left the hold on his hand, your blood running cold as the body nears you. It was loosely covered with a white sheet, but the arm hung out limply from the sight.

That watch. That’s his watch.

Jimin pressed his lips to the top of your head, sliding his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him “You okay babe?”

“I...no yeah, I’m just shocked” You stammered. You looked up at him, allowing him to place a loving kiss on your lips.

Jimin felt for you, he really did. He himself was generally an emotional person, it was not something he ever tried to hide. But he always felt like his emotional energy was valuable. He didn’t feel the need to cry. Not for Taehyung.

Jimin stroked your back softly, “It’s scary, I know. I know baby, but don’t worry” He licked his lips, eyes briefly meeting Hobi’s from across the room. Hobi gave him a knowing look.

“Don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon”

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smut pairs are up for next week! poor oc, she really needs to eat some food. yikes.

see you then & thanks for reading <3 happy juneteenth!

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emerald-chaos · 4 years ago

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Touchdown

*gif not mine, credit goes to the owner*

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

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

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

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2844

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

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

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

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

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

Now here you are, a regular booboo the fool.

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

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

“I think you should do it,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Strong Girl 🔞☁️❤️🎀

🍧 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

🍧 Genre: Good Girl AU!, slice of Life AU, non-Idol AU, smut

🍧 Warnings: DD/LG themes, so much love it's gross istg, a home accident if that makes you uncomfortable but we aint having a full on world's end dw, hero! Reader, no other way to put it, Koo is so proud, so so proud, showers her in kisses yes please, nsfw themes because it's me what did yall think this was gonna be, finger sucking (forgive me lord for I have sinned-), reader being cute, injuries (mentioned and described), praise kink, oral (oral f. rec.), size kink, strength kink, manhandling, subspace, Dom! Jungkook, Sub!Reader, protected sex because you won’t ever catch me slip HAH!

🍧 Summary: Jungkook is not just your boyfriend- he's your absolute hero, your knight in shining armor, your protector and personal simpBodyguard when he needs to. But sometimes, even little girls can be heroes. And they always get rewarded, in the end.

This is part of the Good Girl Universe! (But can be enjoyed on its own)

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || Tempting Girl || Strong Girl

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The first time you said it, it made his heart beat faster.

It was on your way home from grocery shopping, a small bag in your hand as Jungkook held your hand, walking silently. You and him had been slowly but surely become a couple like the one's you always dreamt of being when you were younger- the one that fought sometimes, yes, but would ultimately be together at the end of the day, doing simple tasks such as what you did just now. Jungkook somehow made even boring things such as buying mere groceries interesting, not just by making fun of other customer's outfits, but also by explaining things you didn't know. He loved that he somehow made your eyes light up in wonder whenever he told you about a certain dish he could try out with a vegetable you've never tasted before. Or that awkward moment you said you hated brocolli, just so he could correct you and explain to you that no, you've eaten it a lot actually- he was just really good at making food taste how you liked it. He felt proud when you told him, with magic in your eyes, that he was incredible.

Because when you said it, he really felt like he was.

It all happened so suddenly, you didn't even notice yourself slip out of fear and shock- and even Jungkook didn't notice at first. A stray dog had walked up to you, but, contrary to all those cheesy movies where you'd pet it and it would be on its way quick after, it turned out to be not a stray at all; because the man that owned the big dog was desperately trying to catch up to it, leash in his hand- collar still attached to the hook.

Jungkook had never reacted so quickly in his life before, as he pushed you behind him, sucessfully shielding you from the violently barking saint bernard in front of him. You held onto his jacket in complete terror, mind filling with nothing but the loud barks as you were sure this was a nightmare. Don't get it wrong, you loved dogs- but this one wasn't so sweet.

"I'm so sorry!" The man yelled, slipping the collar back around his dog's neck, making it a bit tighter to make sure his pet was secure this time. "He just slipped out, are you two okay?" He said, and Jungkooks voice spoke out, calm, but firm in its tone.

"We're good, but please make sure to boy a harness or something, sir." He said, and the man apologized again, hurrying on his way while the dog still pulled violently and untamed at the leash.

"Baby? He's gone, you can let go now." Jungkook says with the hint of a smile in his voice, one that quickly vanished however once he feels you sniffling against the fabric of his jacket, as your head shook in denial. "Sweetheart I can't check up on you if you hide like this." He explains calmly, glad that your apartment building was already in sight. He knew that you had probably slipped, and he was unsure how to deal with that in public; it wasn't like he was ashamed of it, but he knew that others would judge you quick and easy, and he didn't want to push you into such a bad situation. "Can Kookie check up on you, baby? You're worrying me." He says, and at that, you slowly let go of the fabric, as he turns around. His heart clenches at the sight, tear stained cheeks and nose all red already. He quats down in front of you for a second as he rubs your arms comfortingly. "There we go, everything's fine, yeah?" You nodded after a moment, but refused to speak. "That was scary, wasn't it?" He asked, and you nodded, still quiet. "Let's go home, okay? We can continue that puzzle we've started yesterday, alright? And Miri is waiting, too!" He said, and at that, you nodded more excitedly, even though you still seemed timid.

But you still held his hand tightly, only letting go once you were in the safety of your own home- calling him your hero with a quiet voice he almost didn't catch.

Jungkook really enjoyed both sides of you.

Just like he did now, searching for the right puzzle pieces to place, silently watching your innocent, concentrated face. In a way, it was healing for him; since he never truly had a good childhood himself, this was somehow like a chance to enjoy all of these things he missed with you- a fact that made all of these experiences even more special to him. "Baby, I don't think that fits there." He chuckled, correcting your placement of a piece that didn't fit the edges of the picture it was trying to build. You huffed, before yawning, eyes glossing over with sleep. "Hm, this one is hard, isn't it?" He asked, running his hand over your head before pushing some hair behind your ear. "I think my baby needs to recharge her batteries, hm?" He asked, but you shook your head after a moment, making him raise his brow in question. "Oh really? Miri, what do you think?" He asked, the dog immediately skipping over, excited to be given attention so suddenly. She immediately went to sniff your face, making you giggle. "See! I knew she'd agree with me!" He said, and you laughed full on when the dog went to lick your cheek. "Alright then, Miri, off!" He called out, the dog immediately stopping her actions at the sound of his voice. Jungkook had been unsure on how to train a puppy at first, but overall, he'd done a pretty good job at keeping her fierce temper under control.

Even throughout her violent phase of chewing on pretty much every fucking thing.

So after making sure you were comfortable on the couch, he simply sat down at the puzzle laid out on the living room floor to continue silently. However, shuffling could be heard as he look towards the couch, where you'd previously been laid down on; your tired form talking towards him with eyes barely open. He chuckled when you simply flopped down close to him on the floor with your blanket, head on his thigh as you sighed in comfort. It was second nature to him almost, the way his hand immediately found your head, gently stroking your hair as you drifted off.

Days like this were nice, he decided.

Typically when you came home, Jungkook would greet you at least with a call. Today however, you heard nothing; something that immediately set something off inside you.

Searching for him wasn't a long process- after unleashing Miri into the apartment, you went straight into the bedroom where he's usually be if he's not feeling too well. And sure enough, there he was- weirdly pale and visibly uncomfortable, even in his sleep. Squatting down in front of the bed, you gently felt his forehead, just to simply detect that he was slightly sweating, but had no fever whatsoever. "Koo?" You asked, and he stirred a little, opening his eyes, a little red looking.

"You're home? I didn't even hear you." He said, before he ran a hand over his face. "Sorry, I think I'm coming down with something." He explained, and you nodded, simply telling him to lay back down and take it easy. You made a mental note to maybe cook something light since he never really had much of an appetite when he was sick.

"Is it just me or is it cold in here?" You asked, brows furrowed as you noticed how chilly it was inside the apartment, despite the heater being set pretty high. Jungkook simply groaned, too tired to move much as he asked you to please close the curtains. You followed his request, worried figure dissapearing out of the bedroom.

However, something didn't sit well with you.

Maybe it was a simple gut feeling, but when the night slowly crept over the town, and you were slowly growing mildly dizzy yourself, you decided to make sure that your suspicions were correct, slowly walking towards the heater in the living room. It was chilly, but the heater was set to full power. And somehow, after looking at Miri whining in her bed, aimlessly pacing around, it seemed to click inside your head.

Jungkook had been home all day since last evening.

The apartment was cold, the heater's on.

Miri was already looking just as bad- and your own headache told you that this was exactly what you thought it was.

You instantly shot up from the couch, knocking your knee into the edge of the table which made you fall- the edge of the table ripping at your skin on your arm, painfully scratching it open. But it was as if you didn't feel it. Ripping the bedroom door open clumsily, you immediately opened the window, turning the heater off, before you went to wake Jungkook- or at least, try. "Kookie! Jungkook, wake up, come on!" You begged, shaking his shoulder as he slowly somehow came to his senses. He wasn't really awake- but he wasnt unconscous either. "Fuck.." You whispered under your breath, grabbing his phone and calling an ambulance- the dispatcher telling you to try and get him outside or to a place with fresh air.

But this was Jeon-I-love-working-out-Jungkook.

There was no way you could carry him all those stairs.

So you ran out the door, uncaring to close it, and knocked at your neighbours door- a familiar face looking at you with surprise. "Y/N?" He asked, visibly stunned to see you; teary eyed, with a bleeding arm, and clearly distressed.

"Namjoon, I think we have a gas leak in our apartment.. Jung-Jungkookie- they said I should get him outside but he's too heavy-" You pressed out, last words a little unclear as you finally broke. Namjoon simply went inside to grab his shoes and keys, before he closed the door, running towards your apartment, where he instantly grabbed Jungkooks arms, trying to somehow get him on his back.

"Jesus christ how much does he fucking weigh-" He swore under his breath, until he got a somewhat secure hold on the younger boy, walking out the door while you grabbed the dog, running after the two with the puppy in your arms.

Outside, the ambulance had just arrived, immediately attending to the both of you.

Seems like you owe Namjoon twice now.

Jungkook woke up with stinging smells and bright lights around him, some birds chirping outside the opened window. His arm felt heavy, fingers tingling slightly, and as his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings, he saw the cause of it.

You, with a bandaged arm, sleeping with your hands grasping his in your slumber.

He gently moved his arm, waking you, as you sleepily looked up at him, eyes suddenly widening as they glistened- a tell-tale sign that you were going to cry. "Thank god!" You said, head burying itself into his chest as he chuckled, a little confused on what was actually happening.

"What happened?" He said, partially also referring to your arm clad in white cloth, his inked hand gently touching it.

"We had a gas leak in our apartment." You explained, sniffling. "At first I thought you were just not feeling well, but then I started to feel unwell too, and Miri.." You went on, his hand running over your head to soothe you a little, noticing how you were getting wound up again. "And then I- I checked online and thought better be safe but you were sleeping, and you looked so bad so I called an ambulance and they said I should get you outside and I really tried-" You explained, and even though it hurt him to see your tears, he couldn't help but chuckle at that in amusement.

"Baby, you tried to carry me?" He asked, and you nodded. "My strong girl!" He teased, full on laughing when you playfully hit his arm to make him stop, a small smile on your lips. "But I highly doubt you got me even out of bed baby." He said, and a familiar voice chimed in from the door of his hospital room.

"No, but she was smart enough to get someone who could." Namjoon explained, casual clothes telling you that he wasn't there for work purpose. "I'm seriously questioning your body though. How the hell do you look like a yoga instructor but weigh as much as a professional wrestler?" Namjoon teased, making Jungkook groan in annoyance.

"Oh my god, now I owe him twice!" He said, playfully exagerating his reaction to the fact that Namjoon had helped them for the second time by now. "Please someone lay me back in my bed, I wanna die!" He said, and you hit his chest.

"No!" You said. "You're ready to leave me and Miri like that?" You said, playfully pouting as you turned away from him.

"Oh baby no, I take it back- nooo, look at me!" He whined out, making grabby hands for your just-out-of-reach sweater you wore, Namjoon laughing as he watched the scene unfold.

A couple of days later, Jungkook and you were sitting in your home again- with the pipes fixed, and plans of moving into a different apartment. For some reason, you didn't truly trust the apartment anymore- but maybe that would settle after a while.

"Hm.." Jungkook mumbled, looking at you as if checking for something, until he moved from his place on the couch, sitting up from his previously laying position. Without many words, he moved you onto his lap, his back resting against the couch, as he held you in place on his thighs. "You know everything's fixed right?" He asked, and you nodded- but he knew you simply answered to reassure him, not yourself. "Baby, I promise we can think about moving if you're really not comfortable- but let's settle down first, yeah?" He said, and you sighed.

"I know its stupid-" You began, but he quickly placed his pointer and ring finger to your lips, effectively shutting you up. You already knew that he'd argue that you weren't stupid, and you knew that- sometimes phrases like these just slipped out. So you playfully snapped after his fingers, making him shoot you a dark glance; a glint in his eyes that told you clearly that he was definitely up to play with you.

"Hm, did they never tell you to not bite the hand that feeds you?" He said, voice deep as he suddenly, and without warning, pulled you closer by your thighs, the abrupt movement forcing you to brace yourself against his chest with your hands, face inches away from his. "Or the hand that gets you off, in our case." He added, making you blush from his words.

You should be used to this by now, but somehow, as weird as it sounded, being together with Jungkook was never the same as the time before. He always found ways to make things different- either by taking it slow, or by introducing you to kinks and fantasies you never even knew were a thing. He loved excitement, loved to try out new things, even if sometimes they would turn out to be something he or you didn't enjoy. Somehow, he always managed to steer things around even if that happened however, turning an awkward situation into a sweet memory in the blink of an eye.

He groaned out lowly when you took his hand again, never breaking eye contact with him while you slowly guided his hand towards your lips- Jungkook instantly taking the hint, as he pushed his first two fingers between your lips, pushing down your tongue;

oh what a sight to see.

Both of his hands wandered towards your neck, never putting pressure- simply touching, holding you, and enjoying just how sweet you were being just for him. He loved these moments with you, these reminders that no matter how useless he felt whenever something didn't go his way, for you, he was always a hero. A knight in shining armor, your Master-

He could feel his pants getting uncomfortable at the thought of those words tumbling from your lips.

He'd probably introduce you to that someday else, because in that moment, he was way too impatient to think clear enough. He'd probably miss important clues that were sometimes so small that he himself wondered how he saw them- because you were dangerously submissive to him. He knew that if he asked, you'd do anything.

Even if you didn't like it.

"Hm.. I wonder if my baby can ride me this time?" He hummed, and you nodded, making him grin as he searched behind him for his hidden condoms in the couch- something you found quite funny at first, but by now you've gotten used to it. "Fuck." He groaned, noticing that there was no contraceptive hidden like it usually was.

"Thats a bad word, kookie." You playfully said, teasing him as he grabbed your behind quite roughly, raising his brow as his jaw clenched.

"Oh I'll make you scream out some bad words." He said, before standing up, throwing you over his shoulder in a manner that seemed to practiced to be simply winged out of nowhere. After all, this wasn't just a one time thing- he loved showing off his strength over you, and you loved it just as much in return.

Your body hitting the matress, Jungkook immediately grabbed your thighs again, pulling you to the edge of the bed where he already kneeled- placing your legs over his shoulders after almost rushing to get your clothes off. There was no gentle touching, no foreplay, he simply dived right in, pitch black eyes darkly watching you as you squirmed, back arching off the mattress every now and then in pleasure once he added the first two fingers into the game he was playing. "No smart words now, hm?" He hummed from his spot between your legs, amusement clear on his face at the sight of your trembling body. "But I'm not gonna let you suffer tonight, baby." He said, licking his lips before crawling over your body, hand reaching for the bedside table where he knew he had condoms stored in. "Take it as-" He said, while shedding his clothes before wrapping his length in the clear protection. "As a reward." He said. "For being my personal guardian angel." He said sweetly, before leaning down to connect his lips with yours. What was an innocent gesture at first, turned heated quite quick however; you would've never guessed, but Jungkook was a pretty messy kisser- open mouthed and tongue running over your lips, all while he guided his length inside you.

One thing Jungkook loved, was just how utterly small you looked underneath him. Not just that- but the way he could feel his own dick move inside you underneath his inked hand placed on your lower belly made him growl deeply as he rolled his hips in a forward motion, eyes fixed on the view he had of your cunt swallowing him as if it was nothing.

You were his.

For a long time, he didn't quite get the hype about saying that your partner belonged to you. For him, that was stupid- you couldn't 'own' a person, so why say that? But nowadays, he finally understood that no, this wasn't about ownership. It was about being able to simply have situations like these; moments of pure emotions and nothing else, with a person so devoted to yourself that you felt as if your entire life had their name.

He was yours.

Because even if he took on a more dominant role in the relationship, and a leading force in the bedroom, you had him in your hands at the end of the day. He was so utterly in love with you it sometimes hurt him to even think about it; the way you looked at him with so much adoration made him melt, the way you touched him with so much care made him feel so loved. He'd glady give his life to you if he had to choose between you and him.

"So sweet, just look at you." He mused, out of breath as he smiled, leaning over you again before kneading your soft breasts with his hands, kissing the delicate skin sweetly as he picked up his pace. "All mine, aren't you?" He said, and you nodded, mewling out something he didn't quite catch- but that was okay. "Gonna fuck you stupid, pretty girl-" He huffed out, biting the skin on your shoulder as he grew more and more sloppy. "Come on baby, cream on my cock," He grunted out, making you squirm- and open your mouth in a silent scream as Jungkooks hand found its way between your bodies, viciously moving his fingers over your most sensitive spot. The quick movement and the pressure of his length inside you finally made you come undone, hands desperately reaching for his arms as if that could save you. The orgasm you experienced made your vision bright, and unbeknownst to you, Jungkook came quickly after, panting to catch his breath, before he discarded the condom.

It took a moment for you to come back around, but when you did, the first thing you noticed was, that you were practically laying across his chest- his hand gently running up and down your arm, kisses being place on the top of your head as he bathed you in praise. "You're so sweet.." He hummed, before he noticed your eyes on him. "Welcome back princess." He grinned cockily, before placing a kiss ontop of your nose. "Come on baby, lets get you washed up and into bed, yeah?" He said, and you simply nodded.

Too tired to talk, and too comfortable in his arms to really move on your own. But that was fine.

He loved carrying you around anyways.

"You know.." Jungkook said, while you were both at the table, eating dinner. "I know I said I was uncomfortable with you calling me daddy, and I still stand by that." He said, and you nodded, unsure where he was going.

"I mean, yeah, you've said that but what does that have to do with-"

Suddenly, he leaned forwards after finishing his plate, eyes sparkling mischieviously. "I wouldn't mind hearing you call me 'Master' though." He hummed out.

And you choked on your fries.

#bts imagine #bts #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts smut #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts reactions

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petersnya · 4 years ago

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SOMETIMES PT.2

---NOT MY PIC--- PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

Warnings: SMUT, Fluff, Angst?? Idk lol

Word count:2145

COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THE STORY AND WANT ME TO CONTINUE! SHOULD I START WRITING FROM PETER OR Y/N’S POV?

[A/N]Heyyy! Soooo this is part of this series (I’ll link part one). Hope you guys enjoy it! PLEASE COMMENT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND IF YOU WANT YOU CAN SEND ME MESSAGES AND ASK QUESTIONS I'LL ANSWER LOL. Anyway, I had fun writing this chapter so I hope you like it! -J.T.S xxx

PART ONE

During physics class, Peter was working on an upcoming project with Ned, but he spent most of his time sleeping. He was basically sleep deprived from patrolling the town and stopping crimes.

“Late night huh Pete?” Ned asked, nudging Peter's arm that was supporting his head in the palms of his hands as his eyes got heavy, starting to close.

“Yeah, had to stop some petty theft last night,” he began, a yawn interrupting him, “took longer than I thought.”

The bell rang, dismissing the students to their after-school activities, if you had none you would just go home. Peter and Ned gathered their things and headed to the school’s front doors- MJ catching up with them how she usually did.

“Man, you look terrible,” MJ said with a slight chuckle.

“Wow, thanks. You're such a great friend.” Peter retorted sarcastically. Ned wasn’t riding the bus home today, he had to go with his mom for something he refused to share with anyone but Peter; so Peter just decided to ask MJ to walk home with her.

“Sorry Parker, Y/N is picking me up today. You’re welcome to ride with us if you want though.”

Peter didn’t respond for a while, debating if it was worth the anxiety attack of being around her. Y/N was the only thing that was on his mind now. His attraction grew even more when she wore those glasses. He zoned out for a while till MJ snapped her fingers in front of his face. Blinking rapidly, his vision focused on MJ who was now reaching out to grab the handle of a car door. Y/N’s car. His breath hitched in his throat once he saw Y/N wearing those same glasses from last Friday, her hair in the messiest high-ponytail he had ever seen- but it was cute to him.

“Ya coming lover-boy?” Y/N said, looking Peter right in his wide brown eyes. He blushed at the nickname before answering.

“Yeah… I’m coming.”

The three teens got into the car and started on their way. “Hey losers, wanna go shopping?”

“Y/N you only wanna go to the mall to eat,” MJ said to Y/N who was now laughing loudly, throwing her head back in agreement with her. Suddenly, in the middle of her laugh, she let out a loud snort. The car went silent as Y/N covered her mouth with her hand. MJ and Y/N burst into laughter, Peter soon joining. They all joked and sang to the songs that played on the radio all the way to the mall.

///

“Dude!”

“Jeez Y/N, you scared me! What is it?” MJ said to her, clutching her chest from being startled. They all had gone to the food court and were now just walking around the mall and into random stores.

“There's a Build-A-Bear Workshop here!” she exclaimed excitedly, pointing at it like a child. Peter couldn't help but smile at how adorable she looked freaking out over a child’s store.

“Let's go in,” Peter said to the two of them. Y/N looked at him wide-eyed with a goofy smile on her face. Her eyes looked like they twinkled with excitement. She shoved her drink into MJ’s hand, fixed her glasses, then grabbed Peter’s hand while running into the store.

“Oooohh, I should get an H.P-themed bear!” Before Peter could even answer, Y/N dragged him to one of the workers, asking if she could get a custom bear. They went over to the station and started to build.

As Y/N was finishing up the bear, she turned to Peter, “Ok, I have a very serious question. What accessories should I get?” they were standing in the Harry Potter section, looking over all of the things they had to decorate the bear. Peter shrugged, but then, he had a great idea, “I-I think you should get the uh, the glasses. The ones like your dads…” he said in an unsure tone. Y/N looked at him with a soft smile on her face. She couldn’t help herself, she had no idea what came over her as she pulled Peter into a tight embrace. Peter hesitated before putting his arms around her waist- her arms draped over his neck.

At that moment, Y/N inhaled Peters sent heavily. She felt so… safe in his arms. Like nothing bad could touch her. She never wanted to break away- MJ’s voice brought them back to reality.

“You guys done, I need to get new converse,” she said with a smirk plastered across her face. Y/N quickly pulled away from Peter, a million thoughts running through her mind, but only one seemed to overpower the rest.

I would be in his arms forever if I could.

“Ma’am, would you like to add a voice to your bear?” the lady said to Y/N, causing her thoughts to disappear.

“Actually,” Y/N paused looking at Peter and MJ, “yes, I would.” She grabbed the recorder from the worker’s hand and sent her a small smile. She looked at the curly-headed girl and the brown-eyed boy was on either side of her. She explained her plan, “Ok, I want all three of us to say ‘Mischief Managed’, ok?”

“What does that mean?” Peter questioned, looking at the two girls. They both sent him a deadly stare. “Nevermind,” he mumbled.

“Ok, on three, one… two… three…”

“Mischief Managed!” the trio yelled, causing some customers in the store to turn their heads and stare at them. They all mumbled small sorry’s as they laughed.

///

“Ok, Peter what's one thing you hate?” MJ asked, turning to face him. They were all sitting in the car at a drive-in movie. Peter was now in the front seat while MJ was in the back. They all decided to just talk because the movie was pretty boring to them.

“Uhh, I can't stand sleeping with socks on.”

“I don't think anyone can Parker,” Y/N said, laughing slightly.

“Well what about you then?” he asked her, turning his full attention as he anticipated her answer.

“Easy, liars. Ugh, I hate liars! What’s the point? It’s not like I’m gonna judge you,” Y/N answered confidently. “See, that’s what I like about you, Parker. You are very honest,” she said with a genuine smile. Peter just loved her smile, the way it lit up her whole face.

“Welp imma go get some pizza from the stand back there,” MJ said as she got out of the car. Y/N and Peter sat there in silence for a moment- comfortable silence.

Y/N was the first to break the silence, as usual, “Hey, Pete. I just wanna thank you for the whole glasses thing last Friday. It really helped me realize that I should’ve worn the glasses the moment he gave them to me. It’s like I have a part of him with me now... And I love Harry Potter, obviously. Ya know, I took a quiz and found out what house I’m in! Can you believe that I’m in-��

“You’re welcome, Y/N” Peter interrupted her rambling, sending her a small smile. They stared into each other's eyes for a while, admiring one another. Peter got this warm feeling inside and had that same surge of energy he had when he first met her. Before even processing what he was about to do, he grabbed her hand without breaking eye contact. He fiddled with the ring she had on her thumb.

Y/N breath became shallow as her heart pounded at her chest.

“I’m in Slytherin,” she said randomly, looking down at how Peter’s hands played with hers. He let out a breathy chuckle. Their eyes met once again.

Y/N gathered all of her courage and quickly reached out her hand to grab Peter’s cheek, pulling him into her. Their lips were centimeters apart. She ran her thumb along Peter’s bottom lip, slightly parting it as she leaned in closer, catching his lips with hers. Their lips interlocked and it felt like heaven to the both of them.

They pulled apart from the soft kiss and slowly opened their eyes, starting again into each other's eyes searching for the words that weren’t said. Peter couldn’t contain himself anymore. His large hand grabbed the back of Y/N’s neck, pushing his lips into hers in a lust-filled kiss. Just like the one he had imagined.

This was the moment he had dreamt of and it was finally happening.

He ran his tongue over her bottom lip, begging for an entrance. She gave it to him without hesitation. His tongue slowly slipped into her mouth while her tongue ran into his.

Peter snaked his hands to her waist, lifting her from her seated position in the driver's seat. She complied and started to adjust to where she was sitting in his lap. His hands ran from her waist to her butt and gave it a tight squeeze.

Y/N let out a soft moan into Peter’s mouth. She slowly started to trail kisses down his neck as he massaged her thighs and ass.

Y/N hands got tangled in Peter’s brown curls. She began to suck on Peter’s neck, wanting to leave a mark. Peter let out a low groan at the sensation of her soft lips and wet tongue on his skin.

He lifted her head and connected their lips together once again. His veiny hand slipped between their body making its way down to her core.

Peter never did stuff like this, and neither did Y/N. all of this was new to them but their connection was so strong that they were willing to push the limits.

As Peter’s hand reached Y/N core, he placed two fingers right on top of where her clothed clit was. He began to draw circles against it. Y/N started to rock her hips over his fingers, yearning for more friction. She started to let out moans uncontrollably, whimpering at the euphoric feeling of his fingers pressed against her dripping core.

“Peter,” Y/N breathed out trying to catch her breath. Peter hummed in response while moving his lips down to kiss her neck.

Suddenly, Peter snapped out of the trance that he seemed to be in. This moment was the best moment of his life, but his damned mind couldn’t help re-play Y/N’s words on a lope: I hate liars. Why? Before they went to the movies and were still at the mall, Y/N had asked Peter about his Stark’s internship. And, of course, he couldn’t tell her the truth. So he just lied. Y/N looked so intrigued in the conversation but Peter couldn’t bear lying to her over and over again. He felt so guilty...

“Y/N,” Peter let out. “Y/N, we can’t do this.”

Y/N head snapped up, her glasses left crooked on her face. She looked stunned by his words. Her shoulders slumped as she started asking questions.

“What? Why? Am I not a good kisser? I’ve only kissed one person before but I don’t even really wanna count that. Does my breath smell bad? Ugh, I knew this was a bad idea- wait no! I didn’t mean it like that, I just knew you didn’t like me how I liked you… I’m so stupid.”

After Y/N was finished rambling, she put her face in her hands, trying to avoid eye contact with the chocolate-eyed boy.

Peter was speechless. He didn’t know what to say, because what he wanted to say was: no Y/N that’s not it at all. You are the most amazing girl I’ve ever met, I- I lied to you…

No. he couldn’t say that it would absolutely crush her and he couldn’t bear to hurt her. Peter put his hands on her waist, making Y/N jerk her body in shock. She let a small smile spread across her face, thinking Peter was going to hug her or make a cute gesture or even continue what they had started. He lifted Y/N and slid her back to the driver’s side.

Her smile dropped from her face and she pushed herself the rest of the way to the driver’s side. Peter sat there awkwardly, praying she wouldn’t say anything. It killed him to see the gloomy look on her face as she fixed her glasses.

“I’m back with pizza!” MJ announced as she made her way into the backseat. “Woah, hey, cuz what’s wrong?”

“We’re going home,” Y/N replied with a cold tone of voice. This shocked Peter and MJ. Y/N was usually so smiley, even after her dad passed. She always tried to find the light in every situation. But something was different with this. One thing Peter knew for sure,

I fucked up…

[A/N] HEY GUYSSSS SO I HOPE YOU LIKED PART TWO. SORRY, IT WAS UP A BIT LATE, IVE BEEN HAVING INTERNET PROBLEMS. ANYWAY, SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES (IM GONNA GO BACK AND FIX THOSE)

-J.T.S XXX

@love-granger

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kitacco · 4 years ago

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teenage fever.

pairing: gn!reader, nanami kento.

genre: angst, suggestive.

summary: the line between the good and the better.

cw: age gap, implied sex.

wordcount: 1.7k.

! a sequel to teenage talk. !

the drink tastes bitter after the second sip. it’s no surprise; he hates this place.

nanami hasn’t visited the bar since the both of you met. not because he couldn’t face you. after that night, his face stinged for around thirty minutes. he didn’t move, simply sighing as he heard the door closing, signaling you had left his house. he couldn’t explain it, why had he let you go so easily? you probably thought he didn’t care. he didn’t know either. all he remembers is pouring the lasting liquid on the sink and going straight to bed.

in a month, he stopped thinking about it all together. nanami wasn’t curious about your whereabouts, nor was he purposely trying to avoid you. actually, at first, he wished to see you, just to make sure.

with so little conversation he’d managed to make an idea of you inside his head. you were tender, curious, hesitant and extremely conscious (he thought so by the way you’d softly try to reach for his body after the both of you laid quite drained, as if you weren’t sure if he’d want you to touch him like he hadn’t kissed every part of your body with his every sense).

he stopped concurring the bar, not because he couldn’t face you. after that night, he was sure you’d learnt one or two things.

nanami was sure you were doing exactly what that night you’d done with him.

and once he stepped inside the bar, what he’d wished was a ridiculous judgement, materialized when he noticed your figure by the rail on the balcony of the bar.

exactly where the both of you had met.

his legs wouldn’t stop slightly jumping under the table, nanami was sure his colleagues could tell he was feeling uneasy.

he wasn’t jealous, of course not. you didn’t belong to him, neither he could protest. after a year he was sure you’d gotten over the whole incident, his memory long erased from your brain.

wearing a rather revealing black dress, you played with your hair as what seemed like the third man tried to entertain you. in less than two hours. nanami couldn’t help but chuckle, had you become too exigent with your tastes or had he managed to grab your attention so fast? he’d like to know, consequentially getting up from his seat, excusing himself from the group, and directing his way to the balcony.

“what a surprise,” you’re fast to say.

nanami seems to be taken aback. he guessed you’d gotten out of your shell, however, he wasn’t expecting you to appear remarkably unruffled to his presence, as if you were waiting for the moment the two of you would meet again.

nanami is nervous, he has to admit it. small steps, clearing his throat whilst he plants himself right beside you.

“you’re alone tonight?”

“yeah,” you shortly answer. nanami only hums, nodding. “what about you?”

“out with my colleagues.”

“that’s nice.”

he cringes, picking on the way the words leave your mouth. he knows exactly what you’re thinking, oddly.

nanami is quick to understand the situation - and confirm his judgement. what could he say to you? he missed you too, even when you’re straddling him, and the noises that slip out of your lips sound and feel usual, almost like this was something you were custom to. he’s taken aback by your movement and the lingering touches on his body, completely losing any control he ever thought he had over your body.

once again, he understands, after you leave a faint kiss on his lips and let your back fall onto the mattress, the bed you were familiar with once.

“i couldn’t stop thinking about what you said,” you whisper in the night, hoping nanami is listening to you.

you don’t have to check, you know he’s listening to you, and you know he’s waiting for you to say something.

“i’m—”

“thank you, actually,” you interrupt him, chuckling. “you don’t understand how much that helped me.”

he doesn’t want to ask, but he does, his body shifting to rest his weight over his side, searching for your eyes in the dark. “how come?”

after returning to the bar and meeting another man, you couldn’t stop. you quickly realized that nanami wasn’t the only man that could make you feel special, being you the only one capable of deciding that. you would visit the bar, find someone, go home with them and repeat, every week. dates didn’t really catch your attention anymore, nor did your classmates once the change started to adorn your eyes. your friends were quick to pick on it too, but you had your mind made up. no other man will let you down. it was harmless fun. you’d talk to whoever approached you, immediately letting them know your intentions and wishes. they decided if they’d take it or leave it, you were quick to learn there were men like that too, men that’d make everything easier. that way, both of you would get to enjoy, which was the plan all along.

you had turned into the kind of teenager you had dreamt of. completely free.

but nanami couldn’t understand it.

he wasn’t jealous; he knew he long ago had lost any possibility of making a comment on your living. yet the uneasiness wouldn’t leave his body.

but how could he tell you? how could he let you know that, as a man, as a person that had lived a few more years than you, he thought you were being reckless? that’d only make you shake more, that’d only cause you to seek for more and more. because, after all, nanami realized he had taught you wrong, or were you mistaken?

nanami wanted to tell you about all the dangers your ideas could bring, but would you understand him? would you take the indefensive suggestion?

is no surprise you don’t, furiously grabbing your clothes and leaving his apartment like the last time.

only this time, nanami can’t let you go.

“listen to me,” he calls, following you down the stairs of the building.

“what? you’re gonna brag about how grown you are and that i’m being childish again? trust me, i heard it the first time, i don’t need it again.”

“listen, it’s dangerous, and i’m not saying it because i think you’re incapable of taking care of yourself, i am saying it because i believe you deserve better—”

“better? and what’s better? you’re better?” you laugh, your bare feet tip toing the stairs as you try to put on your heels again.

“i’m not saying that i am better, i’m saying you’ll find someone better, but the way you’re acting now is not it,” nanami tries again, finally reaching you.

you stop when his fingers wrap around your forearm, stopping you from descending any further.

silence, this time, unbearable. your eyes are unable to communicate like he once used to believe, and it’s like now you’ve completely blocked him from your system.

“what’s so wrong about it?” you whisper, and nanami frowns, approaching your face to hear what you said. “what’s so wrong about wanting something better?”

nanami can’t seem to understand what you mean, dumbfounded.

you sigh, shaking his hand off your body. “isn’t growing up all about understanding yourself? what’s so wrong about listening to what my head asks for?”

“it’s not—”

“i want to feel special, and i want to enjoy any given time with whoever i want and if i want, is that wrong?”

“you’re confused.”

deep in the building, is impossible to hear the engine of the cars that surround the busy street nanami’s building is. it’s probably four in the morning, not a single step is heard all along the staircase. the building was quite tall, there was no doubt probably nobody used the stairs. nanami doesn’t care, though, he doesn’t mind anyone walking between the two of you, interrupting the moment. nanami doesn’t care anymore.

you turn to face him. nanami observes you, trying to look for any sign of rejection, but all he is able to do, is recognize the desire, the eagerness for him to finally share his mind with you.

“please,” you whisper. “please enlighten me.”

nanami can’t help it. he had promised himself he wouldn’t do it. yet, it’s impossible to suppress the simple thought of meeting your lips again, the longing of your warmth, craving of your touch, and yearning of your presence.

when you left he thought of how ridiculous the situation was. what’d his colleagues thought? acting like a boy in love in the body of a man that has already conquered the phase. nanami didn’t chase after women, there was no need to. it was simple, so incredibly simple, the idea and possibility of you turning him down that night was thrilling, the possibility of being complete shut down by the uneasiness of a man his age approaching you because, at the moment, you knew he was too much for you. when you accepted his offer, he was waiting for the excitement to wear off. so he thought when your body collapsed against his chest once you came down from your high. it never did. that morning after, he walked inside the office, uncertain of what his colleagues would thought if they were to find out he’d slept with a twenty year old girl. after an hour, he realized he didn’t care. after realizing he was excited to find you in his bed, waiting for him, he had to leave early and rush back to his apartment, the excitement once again making his heart beat as he opened the door and noticed your clothes were still in the dryer, and that you were still, laying on his bed.

you made him feel thrilled again. not because of the fact he was a few years older than you. you made him thrilled because that ingenuous, that innocent image of love you had in your eyes had reached his heart. he wanted to experience the love you were eager to receive.

nanami is not good with words nor is he capable of deciphering what exactly you need to hear, but he guesses, and so wishes, that keeping you by his side gives you an idea.

it’s rushed, it’s silly and it’s childish, but nanami finally realizes that night he met you wasn’t simple luck.

that night he was meant to find you just as much as you were meant to find him.

#nanami kento angst #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento smut #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen x reader #tw. age gap #requests!

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frannyzooey · 3 years ago

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Because I am a heathen who loves your Gracie more than anything in the world, can we talk about the first time that her favourite lady customer wants to go down on her (having never done it before) and how patient and sweet Gracie is as she gently guides and teaches her how to make her feel good 😇

Happy Birthday to one of the best, kindest, most supportive makers of life jackets I know ❤️

You deserve so much on this special day — endless pampering and nsfw gifs, platters of seafood delivered to your talented fingers for picture taking before consumption, absolutely no work calls (or work, for that matter) and so much more — please accept this very small token of my appreciation for you, on this very best of days 🥰

Gracie x f!reader, Take Me To Church Universe

Rating: Explicit

Her lips trailing over the inside of your thighs, you can feel her smile against the soft skin, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.

"I told you it was going to feel good, honey", she murmurs against your hip and it wasn't that you doubted her, you just had no idea how good it could be.

"Did you like it?", she coos, a soft press of her lips against your navel, the plane of your chest, her hair tickling your skin as she licks the underside of your breast before pulling it into her mouth and when you arch into the wet heat, you can feel how slick her chin still is.

You watch her suck on your nipple for a moment, heat building between your thighs at the lewd sight and when you try to close them to relive the ache, she presses her hand against the inside of your thigh and pushes it back open.

Her fingers skim along the damp seam of you, your hips chasing the delicate touch and even though you are overstimulated from having just cum, you want more - you always want more with her.

"Do you wanna taste me?", she asks, whispering the words against the hollow of your throat and you swallow thickly; a swirl of arousal and nerves in your belly. You don't think you've ever wanted anything more in your life, but still you hold your breath in hesitation - what if you don't make her feel as good as she just made you feel?

You've dreamt about what she must feel like, your mouth watering with it at night as you slipped two fingers inside yourself to quell the ache you have for her - always for her - and when she kisses you, you can taste yourself on her tongue and you imagine it to be her slick you're drinking down as she opens her mouth to you.

You switch places, her mouth never leaving yours and you can feel the vibration of a moan, the soft sound at the back of her throat when you settle yourself between her legs, your fingers splayed over her breast with a gentle squeeze.

She likes this the best, you know by now because she's told you as such, but she wouldn't have had to have said anything - you catalog every sigh that leaves her lips, every arch of her back into you, every single thing that you do to her that leaves her just as slick, just as needy.

Your thumb swiping over her nipple, you feel it harden under your touch and you pinch the bud between your fingers, rolling it.

"Fuck honey", she sighs in between panting, desperate kisses, "just like that - I like it just like that."

You pull away from the kiss to do it this time with your mouth, your teeth a light drag over her nipple before laving at it with your tongue, drawing it into your mouth with a suck and your hand finds her other breast; her smaller hand settling over yours.

You swirl the tip of your tongue over her nipple once, twice, three times before sucking on it lightly and her hand flies up to cradle the base of your skull, holding you in place.

"I want it just like that, but lower, honey", she pleads and you skate your hand down from her breast to between her legs, where you find her slippery folds soaked, slick dripping onto the inside of her thighs.

You feel so empty yourself when you give her breast one last, lingering kiss before nudging her thighs open with your shoulders and you don't have time to overthink anything with how eager you are to finally taste her.

"Oh!", she moans, pushing her head back into the pillow and she grins breathlessly with how hungry you are, your tongue immediately swiping through her folds before pushing inside her. "Softer, honey - oh, god, softer."

Her thighs drop open wider to give you more space, a look of affection on her sweet face when she reaches down to brush a lock of hair away from your brow so she can see you and she loves the frown of concentration you have between your brows, the fan of your eyelashes on your cheeks as you close your eyes and savor.

Your tongue is a softer touch now, one that skims along the seam of her, drawing her slick out and into your mouth as you try to remember what she just did to you and she gently rolls her hips against your tongue, a hitch in her breathing when you find her clit.

“Just like you were doing it, honey”, she guides breathlessly, your tongue gliding over the bundle of nerves before swirling the tip of it around it and she quietly chants yes yes, pressing her heel into the mattress.

You are building her higher and higher, her eyelids slipping almost closed as she watches your hips grind into the bed for relief and when you let out a low moan into her cunt and suck on her clit with your lips, the air is suspended in her lungs for a moment with the intensity of the feeling.

When you feel her hips jolt, you stop, instead replacing the suck with a lap of your tongue again and it is like heaven to have your chin slick with her, to be surrounded by her scent, her soft skin, her plush thighs as they brush against your cheeks.

She guides you through it, telling you just how she likes it, her increasingly breathy voice filled with praise and direction and you can feel when she’s about to cum; her belly trembling under your hold, your other hand wrapped around the top of her thigh to hold her open.

She likes it soft, so that’s how you keep it - gentle swirls of your tongue, dipping it inside of her to drag it slowly upwards, flat licks over her clit again, again and when you feel a rush of arousal soak your bottom lip, you suck on it as gently as you can while she twists the sheet into her fists, her back arching off the bed.

Her heel now placed between your shoulder blades, she keeps you in place when she comes with a broken moan of pleasure, her hips locking into place as your tongue laps up every gift that’s she giving to you right now and you feel as if you could float into the air with how proud of yourself you are; with how much love you feel for her.

“You did so good, honey”, she breathes sweetly against your lips when you come up to kiss her, her hands immediately grasping your hips to pull you closer and you can feel her heart thrumming against your chest, her leg winding around your waist to keep you in place as she kisses you.

Her hands cup your cheeks, her mouth slanting over yours to deepen the kiss and now the taste on her tongue is perfect - a mix of the both of you, just like you dreamed.

#tmtc drabble #tmtc ask #wlw

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pinkoptics · 3 years ago

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AU-gust 2021 Prompts

3. Hipsters / 16. Hippies

Erik detests hipsters and hippies and, to be honest, isn’t even sure what the difference is, nor does he particularly care. The things he will do for Charles…

Modern AU. Still have powers. Grumpy Erik. Adorable Charles. Meet Cute. Silliness.

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Erik hated everything about this place.

Absolutely everything.

He could write a dissertation on its failings, which were abundant.

Its first sin was being directly across from his apartment building. When he looked out his window, he saw it. When he stepped out of the lobby doors, he saw it. When he pulled his car out of the parking garage, he saw it. It was an unavoidable part of every single day of his life.

Its second sin was what it had replaced. Previously, there had been a diner. A kosher diner. A diner that had tasted like his childhood. It had been a hole in the wall, never looked quite clean, but the coffee had been strong enough to caffeinate an elephant and the food almost as good as his mama’s. Most people had passed it by. Just another slightly dingy New York eatery that you didn’t give a second thought. Quiet. A refuge for those in the know. Then came the hipster gentrification, ruining not only his precious diner, but the neighbourhood in general.

Its third sin was its name. Plant. In and of itself the name ‘Plant’ was harmless, inoffensive. Just a word. It conjured images of a vegan eatery, bistro, restaurant, or maybe if taken 100% literally, a store that sold plants. All of which would have been fine. He had nothing against plants and, sure, he ate meat (kosher meat), but happily ate vegetarian dishes as well. But no, it was not a plant store or even a vegan eatery, it was a vegan coffeehouse. Coffee came from plants, Erik knew this, so the name passed on that technicality, but it did not scream ‘coffee.’ Why not ‘Bean’ if it needed to conform to the trendy one-word-naming that had for reasons unknown come with the gentrification. It was couched between ‘Table’ (a restaurant) and ‘Sweat’ (a boutique gym). Plant did not equal coffee, and that knowledge crawled under his skin every time he saw the stylized lettering.

Its fourth sin was the coffee. Erik wasn’t particularly picky about his brew, whether at home or out. Cheap diner swill, the finest Italian espresso, the Keurig at the office, the ridiculously expensive machine that produced the perfect cappuccino at Emma’s apartment, whatever. Plant’s beans were fine as beans went, the roast satisfactory, but then ruined with its accompaniments. They carried a variety of ‘mylks.’ Yes, with a ‘y’. He preferred lattes, and would have been fine with oat or almond— if only it was spelled with a fucking ‘i’. Every time he saw the pretentious letter, he felt the urge to take a sharpie and commit as many acts of misdemeanour graffiti as necessary until all the ‘y’s were gone.

Its fifth sin was its staff. He could have tolerated their always sunny dispositions (even if it were literally impossible for any customer service employee to be that happy all the time). He could have tolerated their ridiculous hipster (or was it hippy?) apparel, moustaches, beards and hairstyles (what was even the difference between the two?). What he could not handle was the way they called him ‘friend.’ Every. Single. Time. He could count his friends on one hand and none of them worked at Plant. Their ‘peace, love and joy’ vibe made him grind his teeth and wish he had a mutation that would allow him to send them back to the 1960s.

And yet…

“Good morning friend! Amazing day, right?” It was, in fact, pouring so hard the streets were borderline flooding. “Usual? Or do you want to try—”

Erik had long ago learned to immediately tune out the suggestions, but was sure he caught the word ‘sage.’ Who in their right fucking mind wanted sage in their coffee? Yes, he was inside the loathed establishment wasting precious brain cells wondering why anyone felt the need to mess with the simple perfection that was coffee and milk. Yes, he was there often enough that the employees knew him on sight. Yes, he had a usual order.

It wasn’t his fault.

It really wasn’t.

It was the fault of a pair of the bluest eyes he had ever seen.

This shouldn’t have been the case. The whole thing was ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. The entire story more at home on the W Network or Hallmark, than in his very real, not-a-rom-com, life. And yet, here he was, having his 24th latte with mylk in a row and questioning his very sanity.

It had all started, just over a month ago, directly in front of Plant. To this day, Erik wasn’t sure whose fault it had been. He’d been on his phone, eviscerating a junior partner for a monstrous fuck up, and so livid that he was not at all paying attention to his surroundings. The blue-eyed man he’d run into, however, had claimed equal distraction, so perhaps the blame rested on both of their shoulders.

They had crashed into each other— papers flew, his phone flipped through the air and they ended up in a heap on the sidewalk, Erik atop the smaller frame beneath him. Already late for work, already pissed off with the junior partner beyond reason, Erik had been ready to re-direct his anger and tear whoever it was a new one, when the aforementioned blue eyes had arrested the words in his throat. He had admitted this to no one. Hell, he barely admitted it in the sanctity of his own mind because he was not a 12 year old girl, but a senior partner in one of the most prestigious architecture firms in New York. He did not go soft over a pair of gorgeous eyes (except, apparently, that he did), particularly when he hadn’t even seen the face that went with the eyes, which could have been grotesquely unattractive (it wasn’t).

The mouth that went with the eyes was absurdly red and absurdly kissable. The face angelic. To his eternal, internal embarrassment he had thought that exact word— angelic. He wished he could have blamed his temporary insanity on hitting his head, but having fallen on top, he couldn’t. If anyone had a concussion it was the ocean-eyed, ruby-lipped angel man. The ruby lips had spluttered apologies in a gorgeous British accent (not something Erik had until now found to be a turn on) as they scrambled off each other, righting clothes and belongings.

“Your phone!” the man had moaned. “Is it all right?”

The screen did appear to have a crack, but in another moment of lunacy, Erik pocketed it before the Angel could see and muttered something about it being fine. Instead, Erik helped him to collect the papers that had fluttered every which way, including the road, where they were already being demolished by a steady stream of vehicles.

“I hope those weren’t important.”

The man laughed, it was a very nice sound. “Not as such, no. I’m sure my students will be delighted to hear that their papers were torn asunder. They already mock me for printing them at all. I could mark them on my laptop like a proper 21st century individual, but there’s something about the feel of paper and pen that I just cannot let go of. It’s— and, as I go on and see your expression, I realize a simple ‘no’ likely would have sufficed.”

What did he see in Erik’s expression? A man besotted? Enamoured? Smitten? Any other number of words he had never used in regard to himself or anyone else in his entire life? Fuck. Erik tried to school has face into its usual disdain for the world and ninety-nine percent of the people in it, but if he was as in control of his facial muscles as he was of his thoughts, he knew he was failing miserably.

Erik handed him the last of the papers they could possibly retrieve. “I agree— about the pen and paper, I mean.” He did. As incredible as design software was these days, he always started on paper. The precision needed to draw the perfect straight lines and angles of a new building gave him a feeling of immense satisfaction in a way little else did.

“Oh, well, glad I’m not the only one who hasn’t forsaken the old ways.”

His smile.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Erik cleared his throat. “Let me buy you a coffee.”

Had he just said that?

Traitorous voice.

Was he gesturing at Plant?

Traitorous body.

He’d never been inside. On principle. Apparently, principle flew out the window for charming British men with cornflower (cornflower?!) blue eyes. The man blinked those eyes, as though not expecting the kindness.

Erik gestured at the papers. “I’ve clearly set your work back and I’ve ruined your—” cardigan. Erik blinked as his clothes came into focus. The man he was suddenly, desperately, attracted to was wearing a baggy, grandpa cardigan. Erik began to wonder if he had never woken up that morning. Maybe he was still in bed, across the street. Maybe this was a fever dream.

“Oh! I’ve dozens more just like it. It’s nothing.” He swatted ineffectually at the dirt covering one sleeve.

“Please.”

The man cocked his head. “Well… all right.”

So Erik had. In the end it had been a tea, not coffee. Earl grey with mylk. The interaction had ended there, awkwardly. Most likely his own fault. He didn’t do flirting with random strangers he’d just plowed into on the street. He didn’t generally do flirting at all. Moreover, he was now very late and had the junior partner’s fuck ups to fix before this afternoon’s meeting with their client. So, he’d left, stumbling over his goodbyes.

The day that followed hadn’t afforded much opportunity to think on the chance encounter. Not with employees to castrate and clients to placate. It wasn’t until he was home, looking out the bank of front windows at Plant that his thoughts drifted back to Blue Eyes. Which was, unfortunately, what he had christened him in his head because he’d never gotten the man’s name. Erik had gone to bed, mind clouded with thoughts, dreamt of him, and woken up with those same thoughts. Emma had always said his was one of the most disciplined minds she had ever encountered.

So much for that.

It was only a complete loss of that discipline that could possibly explain why he’d unnecessarily crossed the street the next morning and entered the obnoxious establishment for a second time, without even a moment’s hesitation. His eyes had immediately scanned for a mop of just overlong brown hair (yes, he’d noted that too, as well as just how much he wanted to run his hands through it). When they’d landed upon said hair, curling delightfully upon Blue Eyes’ forehead, Erik had been genuinely surprised. This clearly made the man a Plant regular, which should have been a point against him — a massive point — yet here Erik was, seeking him out regardless. Blue Eyes had looked up at him then, gifting him with a smile and acknowledging him with a nod, before returning to a set of what Erik had to guess were re-printed term papers.

Such was the story of how Erik had become a regular customer with a regular order.

Most days Blue Eyes was there before he came in, sometimes working on laptop or in a notebook, other times reading a book or a journal. Erik had caught a title once — The Oxford Journal of Genetics — which led him to conclude, that along with clearly being a professor, this proved the man must have a brain to back up the looks. Another point in his favour, as Erik had no patience for stupidity, no matter how pretty a package it came in.

Erik’s day was such that he usually needed to take his order to go. The few days where he could scrape together a few extra minutes, he grabbed his own table. He hadn’t once attempted to kid himself that it was because he enjoyed the ambience— that level of denial would have been absurd. No, it was clearly so he could spend a few extra minutes trying to stare, in a way that wasn’t blatantly obvious, at his… crush. Crush. He might as well think the word because that’s what it was. Only days after meeting him, Erik had caught himself, pen poised, about to doodle hearts on his notepad at a meeting. The mental pinch and knowing look Emma had sent his way had made him extra testy for the rest of the day. The wide berth everyone but Emma had given him was a testament to that.

And yet…

He never approached Blue Eyes. They exchanged nods, occasional hellos, but never anything more. Out of all of his out of character behaviour — and there was a lot of it at this point — this rattled him most. Erik had a reputation in professional and personal circles. He was confident, forbidding, occasionally arrogant, and brazen in pursuing designs no one else thought possible to execute. Erik went after what he wanted in life with borderline fanaticism.

He did not sit and observe from afar, mentally warring with himself, while also berating himself, for not having the balls to ask to join him, or buy him another tea, or inquire as to what he was reading. There were any number of conversational openings, but 24th latte in, he still hadn’t taken any of them. With each passing day the side of him that decided against it (or ‘chickened out’ as the nastier part of his mind supplied) became stronger and stronger. Blue Eyes hadn’t engaged with him either. Maybe he wasn’t gay. Maybe Erik wasn’t his type. Maybe he was already in a relationship. The chances that he was being just as melodramatic as Erik was being in his own head seemed slim. So, Erik continued to act foolish — alternately wondering how long he would continue to do so and how good a kisser Blue Eyes might be with lips like that.

It was on latte #26 that everything changed— no thanks to Erik.

He had decided to sit at a table that day and engage in his usual ‘I’m staring but I’m not staring’ routine. He was in the ‘not-staring’ portion, scrolling through his emails without really paying attention to any of them, when he was startled out of it by the chair across from him suddenly becoming occupied.

Blue Eyes.

“I can’t take it anymore.”

“Wha—”

“You come in here every day. Every day. Sometimes you stay, sometimes you don’t. It’s baffling because there is one thing I know for certain— you hate it here. No, you loathe it. And, there are literally dozens of other coffee houses within walking distance. You clearly don’t belong—” Blue Eyes gestured up and down at what was likely Erik’s three piece suit, then at Plant in general, where there wasn’t a single person so much as sporting dress pants. Erik counted at least two man buns, one head of dreadlocks and a form of baggy pants Erik didn’t even have a name for. “—and I am fascinated by things that don’t belong. Things that don’t make sense. Puzzles. You don’t make sense. There is no way the coffee is that good. And yet, here you are. Oh! Where are my manners? I’m Charles.”

Blue Eyes — no, Charles — extended his hand across the table and, reflexively, Erik took it, shaking it gingerly.

Charles laughed. “I don’t bite. I entirely talk too much, ask anyone, but I don’t bite.”

Erik rather wished that he did.

“How did you— my suit?”

Thankfully, Charles seemed to follow his meaning. “Oh no, the suit is only corroborating evidence. As is the way you look down your nose at everything in here. It’s your mind.” Charles tapped his temple. “Telepath. I swear to you I haven’t dug any deeper than the surface swirl of utter distaste for this establishment. Then I’d know, wouldn’t I? Wouldn’t be here asking.”

Telepath. Blue E— Charles was a mutant. Erik was fairly certain his knees went a little weak. Good thing they were sitting. However… what on earth could he say? ‘I’ve essentially been stalking you’ hardly seemed like an opener that was going to get him where he wanted to be. Erik cleared his throat, buying time, as those keen eyes continued to look at him expectantly. While Erik wasn’t verbose, he also never found himself at a loss for words, except for here and now, where the truth was exceptionally embarrassing.

His pause, it seemed, went on too long because Charles jumped back into the fray. “Good lord, I’ve ambushed you, haven’t I? Clearly, you don’t have to answer the mad man who mowed you down on the sidewalk and then ambushed the peaceful solitude of your morning coffee. I apologize and will bugger right off if you tell me to. However, if it helps any, I don’t like it here either. It’s trying too bloody hard to be ‘on trend,’ isn’t it? For a cultural subset who pride themselves on not being pretentious they’ve entirely failed, haven’t they? And, I’m English, I know pretentious.” He laughed self-depreciatingly at that.

A beat for his mind to catch up to the second verbal barrage and Erik finally had a response. “If you like it as little as I do, then why are you here?”

Charles’ mouth formed a perfect little ‘o’ of surprise. He scratched the back of his neck and, for a moment, looked everywhere but Erik. “Blast. I’m caught, aren’t I?”

His cheeks reddened adorably. Since when did Erik find anything adorable? Since now, apparently. This man broke all of his rules.

Charles gave an adorable (christ) little shrug of his shoulders. “I suppose I best come clean.” He looked Erik squarely in the eye. “You’re gorgeous. You bought me tea. I came back thinking I’d ask you out. But you’re so… I lost my nerve. Have been doing the same daily ever since.”

“I’m so… ?”

The cheeks reddened further.

“Entirely too gorgeous for me.” Charles gestured at today’s grandfatherly cardigan. “Besides that—”

“You’re perfect.”

Fucking hell. When had his mind decided to say things without his permission?

It produced another, adorable, surprised little ‘o’. “I’m sorry— What?”

In for a penny…

“I had never set foot in Plant before we crashed into each other. Never would have because I do hate everything about it. Everything except you, who I thought were a regular—”

“I thought you were a regular.”

“— and wanted to ask you out.”

“I’d never been here before ei— you wanted to ask me out?”

They stopped, collective words sinking into respective minds.

Charles threw his head back, laughing. “If I didn’t know better—“ He tapped his temple again. “— I’d think you’re having me on.”

His laughter was infectious and Erik found he was smiling despite himself. He gave his own little shrug. “I don’t lie.”

“No, you don’t, do you? I can’t believe we both—”

“Me either.”

“This is too much. Wait… Why are we still here?”

“I’m sorry?”

Charles leaned forward and plucked Erik’s latte with oat mylk from his hand. “Can I buy you a coffee? A real coffee? Where they know how to spell the word milk? At the cafe I actually frequented before I began co-starring with you in a romcom so terrible my sister wouldn’t even watch it?”

He was already standing up, as if assured Erik would say yes, which every single bone in his body was blaring loudly for him to do. It didn’t seem to matter to any part of him that he would be blowing off work, a thought he discarded as quickly as it appeared. Just another out of character thing to add to the list. He followed. “I’m Erik, by the way.”

Charles looked back, as he collected his belongings, and grinned sheepishly. “I know.”

That was the last time Erik set foot in Plant until exactly a year later. He ordered latte #27 with Blue-Eyed Charles on his arm, after having crossed the street from their apartment, to celebrate their first anniversary. As Charles smiled at him over his Earl Gray with mylk, Erik found he couldn’t quite hate the damned coffee shop as much as he had before.

#cherik #cherik fanfic #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #pinkoptics fic #au_gust #augustwritingchallenge

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milky-pillow · 4 years ago

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Song: Do I Wanna Know? (Arctic Monkeys) Characters: Yumeno Gentaro, Arisugawa Dice, Amemura Ramuda, Reader Relationship(s): Yumeno Gentaro/Reader

originally posted on ao3

“Have you got color in your cheeks? Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the type, That sticks around like summat in your teeth?”

Gentaro scans your face as you twirl the straw in your cup. With the silence between you two, he finds it hard to read what could be going through your mind.

Before he gets the chance to break the silence, you open your mouth, “it feels like you’ve changed since we’ve last spoken.”

Gentaro’s expression falters for a second before reverting back to his mask. The mask that you oh-so despised. He doesn’t respond immediately, as if trying to put some thought into his response.

“What do you mean?” his voice and smile seemingly taunting you.

“You’re asking me? I mean,” you pause and turn your gaze to the busy crowds of people in the streets, “it’s like you’re trying to avoid me.”

“Me? Avoid you? Why would I?”

“Look, it’s just a feeling. Right, you’re not avoiding me-- at least I hope you’re not. Well, I guess with you and I seeing each other face-to-face helps prove me wrong,” you trail off, bringing your drink to your lips. The sweetness of it satisfies your tongue, no residue being left on your lips as you place the cup down.

Gentaro laughs and taps the table to get your attention, “hey, cheer up! How about we order a cake to eat?”

Gentaro calls over a waiter to order a cake he thinks you’d like while you watch his expression. You repeat to yourself that he’s not avoiding you, that you’re being paranoid, that he wouldn’t purposely put distance between you two. He glances over at you to make sure you’re okay with the flavor, and you respond to his action by nodding with a smile. It warms your heart that he checks with you before ordering.

“I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week, How many secrets can you keep?”

“So,” you begin, breaking the second period of silence, “you’re participating in another division rap battle? I noticed you’ve been busy with Arisugawa and Amemura.”

A snicker escapes his lips as he drums the table with his hands, “you don’t have to call them that, you know. They see you as a friend, not someone of different status.”

Heat creeps it’s way up your face while you stutter, “r-right. Dice and Ramuda then. But you didn’t answer my question; though I take it you are?”

“Mhm,” he hums, pulling out a notebook, “I’ve been preparing for them, but I guess I’ve hit some sort of writer’s block.”

“You? Hit writer’s block? Liar. I don’t believe it,” you laugh as you call out his lie.

He pouts, “okay, so maybe it was. I don’t like how you call it out so easily now. Remember when you fell for everything I said?”

“Honestly, that feels like forever ago,” you give him a soft, yet sad smile, noticing him staring right back at you with a gentle expression.

“(Do I wanna know?) If this feelin' flows both ways?”

Your eyes light up when your long-awaited cake arrives. Drool begins to pool in your mouth as you thank both the waiter and Gentaro. You couldn’t wait to dig in. When your eyes meet Gentaro’s, you feel a sense of disassociation from him. As much as you wanted to dismiss it, you felt yourself becoming attached to the thought that he’s hiding something from you.

You push the cake towards him to share some of it. When he waves his hand to signal he doesn’t want a piece, you place a fork in his hand.

“You really wanna share it with me, huh?” he teases, giving in and taking a slice.

Finishing the slice on your plate, you grin at him, “what? You didn’t want a taste of this delicious food? How’d you know what flavor to pick? This tastes amazing!” While your exclamation draws the attention of some customers around you, your eyes continue to sparkle.

After persistent convincing, Gentaro takes another slice. Your heartbeat accelerates when he meets your eyes with a smile that has never felt so genuine. If you had to guess, he was either really enjoying the cake, or he was getting comfortable. Feeling accomplished, you helped yourself to your drink and another small slice.

“Woah, what’s the sudden burst of energy from?” Gentaro touches your hand to get you to slow your pace.

You lift your fork halfway to your mouth, stopping to respond, “no reason.”

Gentaro can only shrug, knowing how stubborn you can get when he tries to pry.

“Crawlin' back to you Ever thought of callin' when You've had a few? 'Cause I always do”

By the end of the evening, you had a takeaway box of a half-eaten cake and a smile plastered on your face. The both of you walked out the building side-by-side, catching up about things you had in common. You enjoyed yourself so much, you forgot to ask Gentaro what he thought.

“Um, Gentaro?” you change the subject by posing your question, “knowing you’re busy and all, when would I get to see you again?”

Teasingly, he sticks out his tongue, “when either of us choose to reach out I guess? Kidding, I’ll give you a call to let you know when I’m free.”

You could sense his lie, but you didn’t want to start an argument by mentioning it. Before he could tell you he was lying, you split off with him and rushed back to your apartment.

You could only imagine what could happen between the two of you. With a wave of emotions hitting you from a blind spot, you lay in bed and ponder to yourself. Becoming bored of the plain white ceiling, you turn to your side to reach for a drink, only to find you’ve run out.

A sigh escapes your lips as you head to get a cup of juice for yourself. You lean against your kitchen counter and stare at the paintings that filled your blank walls. The colors look more blended together than usual, the cold tones screaming out to you. Tearing your eyes away, you opt to look out your window. Though your scenery was filled with other buildings and streetlights, the view of the sunset was still visible. For a brief moment, your lonely heart felt a little less lonely.

“So have you got the guts? Been wonderin' if your heart's still open And if so, I wanna know what time it shuts”

Ring! Ring! Ring!

It was your phone. Ring! Of course it was. Ring! Ring! Broken from your distraction, you place your cup down and bring your phone to your ears. With a simple tap, you were connected with the caller.

“Hello?” out of habit, the word slips right out.

“Y/n!” Ramuda excitedly beams, “you were just with Gentaro, right?”

“Yeah, why? Is he okay?”

“Of course, of course! I was just asking is all,” he seems to be holding back laughter. He covered his microphone and all you can hear is muffled bickering.

You sip on your juice while you wait for more, but when you don’t, you speak up, “um, Ra- Ramuda?”

Just as you speak, the call disconnects. Confusion seeps through your skin and into your very soul. Unable to connect the dots, you head to bed.

In the morning, you wake to a string of messages and missed calls. This rarely happens. No, this never happens. Squinting your eyes due to the light of your screen, you read the texts. They were all sent from Gentaro, but it was hard to tell whether or not he was the sender as it had gone back and forth between “sorry, that wasn’t me” to “that was a lie; it was me.” All of the missed calls were also from Gentaro, but you start to find it hard to believe he was the caller.

Testing your luck, you call back.

“Y/n! You finally picked up!”

“Gentaro?”

“Nope, this is Dice!”

“Oh,” you attempt to hide your disappointment with a question, “why do you have Gentaro’s phone? Not to sound rude, but I’m sort of confused.”

Ramuda snatches the phone from Dice and greets you, “mornin’ y/n! Could you come over? We want to talk to you about something. I promise it’s not anything bad! I’ll send the address to our office on this phone.”

“Hold on,” you blurt out before he can end it, “why can’t we talk about it over the phone? I mean, do- do I really have to go over there? Not that I can’t, but if it’s important it’s quicker over the phone, right?”

“Look, no time to explain. Just,” Ramuda takes a deep breath, “do it for me? If not then for Gentaro.”

Beep! Beep! Beep!

He ends the call before you could protest anymore. Seconds later, your phone dings with the address Ramuda was expecting you to go to. Who are you to displease a member of Fling Posse-- and even an ex-member of The Dirty Dawgs?

“I don't know if you feel the same as I do But we could be together if you wanted to”

Hesitance filled your body, heart pounding against your chest and filling your ears. With trembling hands, you open the door to Fling Posse’s office.

The moment you step inside, Dice and Ramuda stand up in excitement, “you came!”

“Of- of course,” you stutter in embarrassment, mentally scolding yourself for your stuttering.

They gesture for you to take a seat, and so you do. Sitting back down, their happy expressions falter. The acceleration of your heart rate doesn’t make you feel any better than you were already feeling.

“Let me get straight to the point, we need your help,” Ramuda says, not getting straight to the point.

Out of nervousness, you burst into uncomfortable laughter, “m- my help? I’m of no use to you, trust me, but what would you need me for?”

“Well, we just need you for one smallllll thing,” Dice chimes. They go on to explain that they need you to get Gentaro to be more open.

Ramuda claps his hands together, “so that’s the plan!”

You shake your head so much it felt as if your brain was going to shatter, “no way! I- I can’t ju- just do that! He’ll know something’s up for sure!”

“If it’s you, there’s no way he will,” he smirks at you.

Knowing you won’t be able to get out of the situation, you agree to follow the plan, “on one condition, though. You can’t make me do anything like this again.”

“Deal,” Dice and Ramuda simultaneously nod their heads.

“(Baby, we both know) That the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day”

“Thanks for meeting up with me, I hope you weren’t busy or anything,” Gentaro smiles at you.

Your face burns as you take a seat and look around, “of course not, but this is definitely, uh, new?”

Cocking an eyebrow, Gentaro crosses his arms, “am I not allowed to invite you out?”

“You know what I mean. This fancy restaurant has nobody? It’s unusual. Also, I thought you originally invited Ramuda and Dice.”

“Hey, don’t look at me like that. I heard this place was good and I was able to snag us spots. Ramuda and Dice couldn’t make it, so I opted for you; is that bad?”

“It’s not bad, but spots? The whole place is empty.”

Gentaro raises his hands guiltily while chuckling quietly, “you caught me. I may or may not have pulled some strings, but that doesn’t matter, does it?”

Liar. With no energy to call him out for his lie, you both order your food and eat in silence. While silence can be comforting, you felt like you had to talk. An uneasy feeling begins to settle in your stomach as you try to drown it with your food.

“Maybe I'm too (Maybe I'm too busy) Busy bein' yours (Bein' yours) To fall for somebody new”

Though you both made small talk throughout the night, time didn’t seem to pass. But whether you believe it or not, you were both in the back of a taxi heading to your apartment. Not for him to go into, but for him to make sure you would make it back safely.

“I got lucky being able to see you two days in a row,” you can’t stop yourself from smiling as you gaze out the window.

“Am I just that amazing?” Gentaro’s response makes you laugh. How is it that you’re enjoying the ride back? You can’t believe yourself and hope it doesn’t make you appear rude.

You nod and turn your head to look at him. He is amazing and you know that. If he was planning on doing this for his friends, he definitely sees you the same way he sees them. Nonetheless, you take in the moment and could only wish for what could be.

“Do you want me crawlin' back to you?”

END.

#songfic #one shot #hypnosis mic #hypmic #fling posse #yumeno gentaro #arisugawa dice #amemura ramuda #gentaro x reader #gender neutral reader

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