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colorfulrook · 1 month ago

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I have an idea:

Basically, it would be Reader and Jinwoo who have known each other for a long time. They're best friends, and Reader was always super affectionate with him when he was an E-rank. She treated his wounds, cooked him food, etc., and flirted with him directly, but Jinwoo ignored her advances every time (for him, it was just affection between friends), but Reader always continued even though it wasn't reciprocal.

When he became an S-rank, he got closer to the other hunters, especially Cha Hae In, and Hae In did the same thing Reader did for him (taking care of him), except that he reacted to her advances. Reader, seeing this, understood that she had to let it go and was happy for him despite the heartbreak. Everything she did for him, she did with the other hunters in the guild (brought back cookies, put bandages on Baek, while complimenting him on his muscles, etc.). Jinwoo seeing Reader being affectionate with everyone except him gives him a pang in his heart realizing that he hates it when Reader is with people other than him and begins to regret all the times when he didn't reciprocate and ignore her advances. One day when Reader is injured he goes to heal her and tries to do what Reader did for him hoping to be able to get closer to her again

Thank you so much for trusting me with your idea! I hope you will enjoy reading it and tell me if you liked it! I value quite much every opinion you throw ahaha, love you all - Rook

Ps: I proofread it a bit quickly so eventual grammar errors will be dealt it later!

Where the heart awaits [S.JW x F!Reader]

Pairings: Sung Jinwoo x F!Reader Word count: 1.5K Theme: Fluff, angst (Injury ahead!)

Being an A-Rank healer was tough, but it had its perks. You met all kinds of people—arrogant hotshots, quiet tanks, mages who thought they were gods, hell even S ranks—but none of them managed to leave you an impression like Jinwoo. Gentle, caring Jinwoo who, no matter the hardships of being an E-Rank, never backed down on a job.

You met him during one of your first dungeon after you awakening, despite having already some offers for all kinds of guilds, you politely declined, saying that you would like to lend a hand to the guildless people before committing to one.

That’s how you ended up in a cramped, damp D-Rank dungeon with a group of nervous, under-equipped hunters… and him.

He hadn’t said much at first—kept his head down, focused. You watched as he silently took more hits than he should have, trying to protect the others even though he was clearly exhausted. By the end, he was bloodied and limping, but smiling when he handed the core to a trembling C-rank who looked like he might burst into tears. You had walked up to him, healing magic already warm in your palms, and asked with piqued interest.

“Do you always try to be a martyr, or was today special?”

He blinked at you. Then he smiled. “Habit, I guess.” Feeling refreshed as you healed him, warm magic tickled his skin.

That was the start of your friendship.

From then on, things moved fast. Days turned into month that eventually turned into one year.

You started teaming up more often. Dungeons with Jinwoo became your favorite��how you waited eagerly every time there was a new dungeon, a smile forming everytime you read Jinwoo's name on the list. You could already feel your heart warming.

You began to see him after and before the raids, sometimes even cooking for him and his sister after a particularly gruesome outing. He walked you home after late-night cleanups. You learned how he liked his coffee, how he couldn’t handle spicy food, and that he always, always made sure everyone else was safe before thinking about himself.

You started to look forward to the way his eyes would light up when you brought snacks. To the little, tired smiles he’d give you at the end of a run. You flirted with him—openly, shamelessly—sometimes just to see him flustered. But he never responded to it. At first, you told yourself it was just because he was shy.

But you were wrong, he wasn't shy, he just thought you were very friendly.

It hit you one night when the two of you went out to eat in one of those small restaurant full of people and laughs. You'd teased him again—something flirty, casual, something about how you liked guys who were quietly heroic and kind to their teammates. Jinwoo had just laughed. Not nervous. Not awkward. Just… amused.

The thought of you referring to him went completely over his head.

"Don't worry (Y/n), you are an amazing person and hunter, I'm sure you will find someone you love soon enough!"

And that’s when it sunk in. You could feel your smile dropping a bit before regaining your composure.

To him, your kindness was just that—kindness. The way you patched him up, brought him home-cooked meals, dragged him out for breaks, gifted him silly little trinkets to cheer him up—he’d seen all of it as the affection of a good friend. And maybe, in his mind, he didn’t deserve more than that anyway.

So you smiled and kept going, because even if your heart ached sometimes, his presence was worth it. Being by his side was better than not being there at all.

Until it wasn’t anymore.

When Jinwoo came back from his double dungeon, you felt everything change, as if someone pulled a rug from under your feet and disrupted your carefully built balance.

He was stronger. Colder. More focused. You watched as he built his new life—his new guild—and got closer with hunters you barely knew. He spent more time with Cha Haein, and even though she didn’t speak much, she didn’t need to. The way she looked at him said enough. And worse, the way he looked back at her…

You decided to let him go.

You still talked frequently but you decided that it was time to do something with yourself, Jinwoo was happy with Haein, it was time to reach your happiness as well.

You decided to join Baek Yoonho's guild, feeling ready to lend your powers to a bigger group of people—it was time for a "fresh start" as you called it.

You loved it there, truly, you began to grow fond of every member of your usual dungeon party. Thus you decided to spread your affection to them.

You began to take extra care while healing everyone, especially Guildmaster Baek, handed cookies to the office staff, even embracing one of the rookies— "Gukkie" you called him with the affection of a big sister—in a warm hug for nailing one of the raids in a dungeon.

You didn’t mean it as payback. It was just you being you.

But Jinwoo slowly began to notice it.

And for the first time in a long time, he was the one watching you from the sidelines.

Jinwoo didn’t realize when it started—the way his eyes always followed you, shadows always at the ready to protect you.

Maybe it was the moment you tucked a blanket around Baek Yoonho’s shoulders after a gruesome raid and told him to get some rest, your voice warm with that same gentle tone you used to use just for Jinwoo.

"Master Baek, I know you are toning your body everyday but you must take care and rest after a dungeon!" you'd say pouting.

Or when you ruffled that one hunter's hair after he brought you a smoothie and said, “You’re getting sweeter by the day,” and Jinwoo had to stop himself from yanking your hand away, starved of your usual caring touch.

It didn’t hit him all at once. It crept up slowly, a quiet cold wave that nipped at his ankles. A sharp tug in his chest every time you smiled at someone else. And a heavy, sinking feeling when he realized that you haven't smiled like that at him for weeks.

You were still kind and affectionate during the now rare times you saw each others. But you didn’t linger anymore. You didn’t tease. No more late-night texts, no more lingering touches. You didn’t call him “handsome” with a laugh or sneak his favorite candy into his coat pocket before a raid.

And it was his fault.

Thinking back to before he went in that double dungeon left him with a bitter taste on his tongue.

He’d thought it was just how you were. That your softness belonged to everyone. He hadn’t realized—until it wasn’t his anymore—how much of it you had given only to him.

Now it was too late. Or maybe it wasn’t. He didn’t know.

Not until the day of an abnormal red gate dungeon.

When Jinwoo felt the pulse of the gate from across the city so stronge that even Igris twitched.

And then your name came through the emergency report from the White Tiger Guild.

A red gate. An unexpected ambush. An A-Rank healer, critically injured. You.

Jinwoo didn’t remember giving the order to teleport. He just moved. Shadows exploded from the ground like a tidal wave, launching him towards your position.

The first thing he noticed was how small and frail you seemed in Baek Yoonho's arms, whom looked at him with wide eyes.

"We closed the dungeon but we need to help her fast if we want her to live"

You were unconscious, blood seeping from your uniform, your breathing was shallow, and your mana flickered like a dying candle. Someone had tried to patch you up, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t you.

Jinwoo’s hands trembled as he touched your cheek. For a moment, all he could do was stare.

You were always the one healing. Always smiling through exhaustion, patching wounds, giving warmth without asking for anything back. Now you lay still, quiet and cold.

Something cracked deep inside him.

“Why didn’t I see it?” he whispered, almost angrily. “Why did I let you go?”

Beru stood silently nearby, his gaze lowered. Even his shadows stayed quiet, watching their king kneel beside the one person he could never bring himself to face until it was too late.

Jinwoo’s heart raced as his hands trembled, pouring every ounce of mana into you with a desperate kind of reverence, trying to heal the wound he had failed to stop. His shadows clung to you like a protective cocoon, dimly glowing with the magic he so freely gave, trying to mend what had been broken both in your body and in his soul.

"Please," he whispered again, his voice trembling with a vulnerability he had never shown before. "I can’t lose you. Not like this."

His forehead touched yours, and for a fleeting moment, the world faded into the background. The overwhelming pulse of his heart, the suffocating grief, the quiet dread of losing you—all of it seemed to blur as he focused entirely on you.

His breath came out in ragged gasps as he choked on the words he had kept buried for far too long.

“Wake up…” His voice cracked, the words barely audible. “Please. I still haven’t said it. I haven’t told you…”

But then he felt it—a soft pressure on his hand.

“Jinwoo…” Your voice was weak, your hand reaching up to gently touch his face. “I’m here…”

He leaned down, cheek pressed against yours as relief washed over him like a tidal wave. The fear, the doubt, the hopelessness that had gripped him melted away.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured softly, his hands brushing away the sweat on your forehead. “I'm sorry you had to wait for so long”

You smiled weakly as you felt the warmt of his words settle in your chest, maybe there was still hope after all.

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urdreamydoodles · 1 month ago

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Hi! I’m sorry about your surgery! And as intructed I’m here to request!

Can I Have the X-men characters with a reader who’s very muscular, and maybe how’d they react. If that’s too vague maybe just the X-men characters working out with the reader.

I hope you recover fast and hope everything goes well!

X-MEN CHARACTERS X FEM!READER

X-Men with a very muscular S/O

Characters: Logan Howlett, Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Rogue, Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Hank McCoy, Emma Frost, Laura Kinney, Wade Wilson & Kitty Pryde

Response to Did-I-Ask: The surgery is supposed to be for the best, even though it's very scary to think that they're going to cut my back open and put metal rods in it. Anyway... MUSCLE MOMMY. Thanks for that.

Logan Howlett

- Logan noticed your strength before he noticed you. Not that you weren’t beautiful—hell, you were stunning—but the way you carried yourself was what first caught his eye. The way you moved, each step precise, controlled. The way you lifted things without a second thought, like the weight meant nothing. There was a familiarity in it, a recognition. Strength wasn’t something delicate to you—it was yours, it was part of you. And Logan, for all his years, had never met someone who made raw power look so damn effortless.

- He never outright commented on your muscles before you got together. Logan wasn’t the type to gush, wasn’t the type to openly admire. But he had a way of looking, of watching. The kind of gaze that lingered longer than it should, that flickered over your arms when you reached for something, that trailed down your back when you pulled your hair up. And when you caught him staring, when you raised a brow with that knowing smirk, he’d just grunt, shrug, and pretend like he hadn’t been completely captivated.

- When you finally got together, Logan wasn’t one for flowery words, but his actions spoke loud enough. He liked your strength, your power—respected it. Never treated you like you were delicate, never held back when you sparred, never told you to be less. And when you carried him once—effortlessly, like he weighed nothing—he had just chuckled low in his chest, looking up at you with something both amused and proud. "Well, ain’t that somethin’," he had murmured, his fingers tracing over your bicep. "Guess I ain’t the only tough one in this relationship."

- Logan had always been protective, but with you, it was different. He didn’t need to hover over you, didn’t need to step in when things got rough. And that—more than anything—was what made him fall harder. Because for the first time in too many years, he didn’t feel like he had to be the unshakable one. Didn’t feel like he had to bear the weight of the world alone. Because there you were—strong, unwavering, unbreakable. And Logan, against all odds, found himself leaning on you just as much as you leaned on him.

Remy LeBeau

- Remy had always been a man who appreciated beauty, and mon dieu, did he appreciate you. But it wasn’t just your face, wasn’t just the curve of your lips or the fire in your eyes. It was your presence, the way you moved with the kind of confidence that only came from knowing exactly what you were capable of. The first time he saw you lift something that would’ve made most men strain, he had whistled low, shaking his head with an easy smirk. "Ain’t never seen a belle quite like you before," he had murmured, red eyes gleaming with something dangerous.

- Before you got together, Remy flirted shamelessly—relentlessly. He had a thousand words to describe you, a thousand compliments dripping with his signature drawl. But there was a particular reverence when he spoke about your strength. "Bet you could lift me easy, cher," he’d tease, leaning in close, a smirk playing at his lips. And when you did—hoisted him up like he was nothing, spun him around just to prove a point—he had laughed, bright and wild, delighted. "Ah, mon amour, I think I just fell in love."

- Being with Remy meant endless praise, endless admiration. He liked to worship you, liked to trace his fingers along your muscles, liked to murmur in that honeyed voice of his about how magnifique you were. He wasn’t intimidated, wasn’t insecure. If anything, he thrived off it. "Damn shame you ain’t a thief like me," he’d joke, "we’d be unstoppable." And when you raised a brow, playful and sharp, he’d grin, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "Ah, but I suppose I already stole your heart, non?"

- But more than the teasing, more than the flirting, Remy trusted you. And that was rare. He had spent his life learning not to depend on people, not to expect someone to catch him when he fell. But you—you—were a foundation he never expected. He knew that if the world crumbled beneath him, if everything he had ever built came crashing down, you’d be there. Unyielding, unshaken, as steady as the strength in your arms. And for once, Remy let himself rest in that certainty.

Kurt Wagner

- Kurt had always seen strength as something that came in many forms. He had known warriors, had known fighters, had known people whose power was all sharp edges and destruction. But you—you—were different. You had the strength to shatter mountains, to bring men to their knees, and yet, there was kindness in you, softness in your touch. The first time he saw you lift something that should have been impossible, he had only blinked, tail curling behind him as he took it in. And then—"Mein Gott, you are incredible."

- He wasn’t shy about his admiration. Before you got together, he was fascinated by you. Would ask endless questions about how you trained, about how it felt to be that strong. He would watch you spar with awe, his golden eyes filled with open wonder. And sometimes, when he thought you wouldn’t notice, he’d reach out to trace the curve of your bicep, marveling at the sheer power beneath your skin. "It is amazing," he’d murmur, almost to himself. "You are amazing."

- When you finally got together, Kurt was constantly touching you—casual, affectionate, awestruck. His tail wrapped around your wrist, his hands traced over your arms, his head rested against your shoulder as if drawn to the very essence of you. "You make me feel safe," he admitted once, softly, as if the words carried too much weight. Because he had spent his life being the one who had to run, had to hide. And yet, here you were—unshakable, unwavering. His anchor in a world that had never truly held him still.

- But it wasn’t just admiration—it was joy. Because Kurt adored every part of you, from your strength to your heart. He would swing from the rafters and land gracefully in your arms, laughing as you caught him with ease. He would wrap himself around you, tail curling tight, whispering how lucky he was. "Strong and beautiful," he would say, grinning, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Truly, I am blessed." And you knew, without a doubt, that he meant every word.

Scott Summers

- Scott had always been disciplined, always respected strength—not just physical, but mental, emotional. And yet, when he first saw you, he had felt something entirely different. It wasn’t just admiration, wasn’t just respect. It was something deeper, something unshakable. You were powerful, in a way that demanded to be seen, in a way that made the air shift when you walked into a room. And Scott, for all his restraint, couldn’t help but watch.

- Before you got together, Scott tried to be subtle. Tried to focus on his work, on his responsibilities. But he noticed things. How you carried yourself. How you held back, always careful of your strength. And once—just once—when you lifted a fallen beam with nothing but a flick of your wrist, he had muttered, almost to himself, "I’ve never seen anyone like you before."

- When you were together, Scott wasn’t the type to say it outright, but his hands spoke for him. The way he’d squeeze your arm absently, the way his fingers would brush over your muscles in quiet appreciation. He didn’t need to say he was in awe—you could feel it in the way he touched you, in the way his breath hitched when you held him close. "You don’t have to protect me," he told you once. But the truth was—he liked that you could.

- And in the quiet moments, when it was just the two of you, Scott would sigh against your skin, holding you like you were the only steady thing in his world. Because for once, he didn’t have to be the strong one. For once, he could let go, knowing you would always be there to catch him.

Jean Grey

- Jean had always been drawn to the kind of strength that wasn’t just physical. The kind that was felt—a force in the room, a presence that demanded to be noticed. And you were all of that. It wasn’t just the muscles, though those were undeniably impressive. It was the way you carried yourself, the way you moved like the world had never once been heavy on your shoulders. The way you stood, solid, unwavering, as if nothing could break you. And Jean, for all her power, had never met someone who felt like a fortress.

- Before you got together, she tried to pretend she wasn’t completely fascinated by you. She was subtle about it, or at least she thought she was. But her eyes lingered too long when you sparred, and her fingers would brush over your arm under the guise of casual touches. And when you caught her staring, when you smirked at her in that knowing way, she would flush—an actual flush, pink dusting across her cheeks—and turn away, as if you hadn’t just caught her admiring every inch of you.

- When you were together, Jean loved touching you. It wasn’t just about attraction (though there was plenty of that). It was about feeling you, grounding herself in the solidity of you. She would lean into you absentmindedly, her fingers tracing the lines of your muscles as if committing them to memory. "You’re incredible," she’d murmur against your skin, like a quiet confession. Because for all her own power, for all the things she could do, there was something deeply comforting about your strength—about knowing that, for once, she could lean on someone else.

- And when the world threatened to pull her under, when the weight of her own mind grew too heavy, it was you she turned to. You, with arms strong enough to hold her when she broke. You, who didn’t flinch when her powers surged out of control. You, who simply stood, unshaken, and reminded her that she wasn’t alone. And Jean, for all the galaxies she could hold in her mind, knew that you were the one thing she would never let go of.

Ororo Munroe

- Ororo had always believed that true strength was as much about grace as it was about power. It was not just the ability to lift, to fight, to endure—but the ability to move through the world unshaken. And you—you embodied that. The first time she saw you, truly saw you, she had felt the air shift. Not from her own power, but from yours. You stood like an unmovable storm, like something carved from the earth itself. And Ororo, who had always commanded the sky, found herself mesmerized by the weight of you.

- Before you were together, Ororo watched. Quietly, curiously. She was not the type to be easily flustered, but there was something about you that made her pause. Not just the sheer strength of you, but the control—the way you handled yourself, never careless, never reckless. And when she finally spoke of it, when she traced a finger over your arm with quiet appreciation, she simply smiled and said, "There is power in you. A rare, beautiful kind."

- When you were together, Ororo was not shy in her admiration. She would rest her head against your shoulder, her hands lazily tracing the curve of your biceps as if she belonged there. She would stand beside you in battle, her eyes gleaming with pride when you fought like an unrelenting force of nature. And when the storms raged, when the skies darkened, it was you who kept her tethered—your strength the one thing that never wavered, even when the heavens roared.

- But most of all, Ororo trusted you. With her heart, with her fears, with the parts of her that few ever saw. Because she knew that you were not just strong in body—you were strong in soul. And for a woman who had spent her life carrying the weight of the skies, knowing that she could rest against you—steady, unyielding—was the greatest gift she had ever been given.

Rogue

- Rogue was used to being the dangerous one. The one who had to hold back, who had to be careful, who had to be afraid of her own strength. But you? You were the opposite. You were powerful, so powerful, and yet you carried yourself without hesitation, without fear. And that—that undid her. Because if anyone knew what it meant to fear your own power, it was her. And yet, when she looked at you, she saw someone who had mastered it. And Rogue, for all her bravado, had never wanted something more.

- Before you were together, she tried not to let it show. She played it cool, cracked jokes, teased you about being a "brick house." But there were moments, quiet moments, where her eyes would linger, where she would stare a little too long when you lifted something heavy with effortless ease. And when you caught her, when you grinned at her and flexed just to mess with her, she’d scoff, rolling her eyes—but the blush creeping up her neck betrayed her.

- When you were together, Rogue thrived on your strength. She would cling to you shamelessly, drape herself over you like you were the most comfortable thing in the world. She’d run her hands over your muscles with a smirk, murmuring, "Damn, sugar, y’could crush a man with these." And if you ever did carry her—effortless, like she weighed nothing—she would melt, her Southern drawl turning lazy and affectionate as she murmured, "Well ain’t that somethin’."

- But more than the admiration, more than the teasing, Rogue trusted you in a way she rarely trusted anyone. Because you never made her feel dangerous. You never treated her like something to be feared, never flinched when she touched you (through gloves, always). And when she was tired, when she was worn down from carrying the weight of what she was, you would hold her—strong, steady, safe. And for the first time in her life, Rogue knew what it felt like to rest.

Erik Lehnsherr

- Erik had always respected power. He had seen too many people stripped of it, too many lives crushed under the weight of those who wielded it without mercy. And you—you were power incarnate. Not just in strength, but in presence. In the way you stood tall, in the way you carried yourself like you knew what you were capable of. And Erik, for all his cynicism, found himself captivated.

- Before you were together, Erik was not one for admiration—but he noticed. Not just the way you moved, the way your muscles tensed beneath your skin, but the way you never let anyone make you feel small. There was something almost magnetic about it, something that made him linger. And when he finally acknowledged it—when he stood before you, his gaze sharp and assessing—he simply said, "You are formidable." And from Erik, that was the highest compliment he could give.

- When you were together, Erik marveled at you in his own quiet way. He would trace his fingers over your arms absentmindedly, like he was memorizing the strength beneath your skin. He would watch you in battle, his lips curling into something almost proud as you tore through your enemies like a force of nature. "Beautiful," he would murmur under his breath. Not just your face, not just your form—but the raw power of you.

- But more than that, Erik trusted you. And that was rare. He had spent his life believing that trust was a weakness, that to rely on another was to invite betrayal. But you—you were different. You were unyielding, steady as steel. And Erik, against all odds, found himself leaning on you. Found himself allowing himself to rest. Because for the first time in a long, long time, he had found someone who could stand beside him, unbroken, unshaken. And Erik, for all his hardness, could not help but soften in your arms.

Charles Xavier

- Charles had always believed in strength beyond the physical—strength of mind, of will, of heart. He had known warriors with bodies made of steel but spirits fragile as glass. But you… you were different. There was power in you, undeniable, but it was not just the muscle beneath your skin. It was the way you carried yourself, the way you moved with purpose, the way you stood. And for a man who had spent his life surrounded by those who fought for survival, Charles found himself utterly captivated by the effortless strength that radiated from you.

- Before you were together, Charles tried to be subtle about his fascination. He was a gentleman, after all. But his gaze would linger when you entered a room, his thoughts lingering in admiration even when he forced himself to turn away. He had never been a man drawn to appearances alone, but there was something about the way you moved, the way your body was carved from pure discipline, that made his mind wander far too often. And when you caught him looking, when you smiled at him like you knew exactly what he was thinking, he had to suppress the warmth rising in his chest.

- When you were together, Charles found himself indulging in the wonder of you. His hands traced the planes of your arms absentmindedly as he spoke, as if grounding himself in the reality of your presence. He marveled at the way you held him—not just physically, but emotionally, mentally. For all his intelligence, for all his wisdom, Charles had spent much of his life feeling alone in his own mind. But with you, there was solidity. A quiet, unwavering strength that he could reach for, even in his weakest moments.

- And there were weak moments. Nights when the weight of the world pressed too heavily on his shoulders, when the echoes of voices in his mind threatened to drown him. And it was in those moments that you held him, steady and sure, reminding him that he did not have to carry everything alone. And Charles, who had spent so much of his life offering comfort to others, finally understood what it was to be held.

Wanda Maximoff

- Wanda knew power. Knew what it meant to be feared, to be called dangerous, to feel the weight of something terrible humming beneath her skin. But you—you were different. Your power was not chaos, not something unpredictable or unstable. It was firm, steady, as if the world itself could bend around you and you would not waver. And Wanda, for all her uncertainty, was drawn to that. To you.

- Before you were together, she was hesitant. She had been drawn to people before, but this was different. You were so strong, so certain, and she—she was made of fractured pieces barely holding together. But when you looked at her, you did not see fragility. You saw her. And that terrified her more than anything. So she avoided you, at least at first, pretending not to notice the way her heart stuttered whenever your hand brushed against hers, or the way she always felt safer when you were near.

- When you were together, Wanda clung to you in ways she had never clung to anyone before. She would rest against you, tracing patterns against your skin with absent fingers, as if memorizing the solidity of you. She would watch you lift things effortlessly, train with an intensity that left others exhausted, and she would smile—because there was something so beautiful about watching you exist in your own strength. And when you held her, when you wrapped those strong arms around her and whispered that she was safe, she believed it.

- And she needed that belief. There were days when the weight of her own power felt unbearable, when the voices of the past whispered in her mind that she was a danger, a mistake. But you—you never flinched. You never feared her, never hesitated when she reached for you. And when the world threatened to break her, it was you who reminded her that she was whole.

Pietro Maximoff

- Pietro was fast. Too fast for most people to keep up, too fast for most to even touch. His whole life had been a blur of motion, a race against the world that could never quite match his pace. But you—you were solid, immovable, a force of nature that did not bend to the chaos around you. And for the first time in his life, Pietro found himself slowing down. Just to watch you. Just to see.

- Before you were together, he teased. A lot. His flirting was constant, relentless, laced with cocky smirks and playful nudges. "Damn, sweetheart, you been liftin’ cars for fun or what?" He’d joke, even as his eyes traced the lines of muscle in open admiration. But beneath the teasing was something else—something quieter, something more real. Because Pietro wasn’t used to feeling small, but next to you, he did. And he liked it. More than he wanted to admit.

- When you were together, Pietro was all over you—always touching, always moving, always leaning into you like you were his personal anchor. He would drape himself over you dramatically, sighing, "Ugh, babe, I’m exhausted, carry me," just to get you to pick him up (which, of course, you could). He loved showing you off, bragging about how "his" partner could probably bench-press a truck. And if anyone dared to challenge your strength? Pietro would just cross his arms, smirk, and say, "Go ahead, try ‘em. See what happens."

- But more than anything, Pietro trusted you. You were a constant in a world that moved too fast for him, a foundation he could rest against without fear of falling. And for someone who had spent his life running, the idea of staying—of being held by someone who could handle him, who could match him—was the most terrifying, exhilarating thing he had ever known.

Hank McCoy

- Hank had spent his entire life being called a beast, a brute, something other than human. He had learned to compensate with wit, with charm, with intellect, but deep down, there was always a part of him that felt wrong—as if his body was something to be ashamed of. But then there was you. You, with your power, your strength, your undeniable presence. And yet, you never let it define you. And that… that changed everything.

- Before you were together, Hank admired you from a distance. He wasn’t the type to gawk, but he certainly noticed—the way your muscles flexed beneath your skin, the way you moved with an effortless grace that made even the most difficult tasks seem easy. And more than that, he noticed how unapologetic you were about it. There was no shame in your strength, no hesitance, no fear. And for someone who had spent so long struggling with his own form, that was… inspiring.

- When you were together, Hank was fascinated by you in ways he could hardly explain. He would trace his fingers over your arms as you lay beside him, murmuring quiet observations about muscle density and physiology, until you laughed and pulled him closer. He adored watching you work, watching you move, and whenever you lifted something heavy with ease, he would push his glasses up with a smirk and say, "An absolutely remarkable display of biomechanics, my dear."

- But more than admiration, more than fascination, Hank felt safe with you. Safe in a way he rarely felt with anyone. Because you never looked at him and saw something monstrous. You never recoiled from the sheer size of him, never treated his strength as something unnatural. And when he held you—when you let him rest his head against your shoulder, let him feel small for once—it was then that he truly understood what it meant to belong.

Emma Frost

- Emma Frost was not a woman easily impressed. She had walked among kings, controlled rooms with a glance, and brought entire empires to their knees with nothing but her mind. Beauty, strength, power—none of it was foreign to her. And yet, you caught her attention. Not because of your muscles alone—though she certainly noticed them—but because of how you carried them. Strength was so often loud, desperate for validation, but yours was effortless. Unapologetic. You did not beg the world to take notice, and that made her watch you all the more.

- Before you were together, she kept her intrigue quiet. Emma did not pine—it was simply beneath her. But oh, she indulged in little observations. The way your muscles tensed beneath your skin when you lifted something heavy. The way your body moved with a confidence that was neither arrogant nor overcompensating. She would make passing remarks, seemingly casual—"Darling, you do realize your physique is utterly devastating, don’t you?"—but beneath them, there was something undeniably real.

- When you were together, Emma became shameless in her adoration. She had always appreciated beauty, but with you, it was something else entirely. Her fingers would ghost over the lines of your arms as she spoke, as if mapping out the shape of you without thought. She would lounge against you in moments of quiet, resting her head on your shoulder with the ease of someone who knew she was untouchable—except by you. And though she would never say it outright, the way she sought your warmth, the way she traced your skin absentmindedly, spoke volumes.

- But more than that, Emma trusted you. And for a woman who trusted so few, that was everything. Because strength, to her, had never been a thing of brute force—it was control, presence, certainty. And when the weight of the world pressed too heavily on her shoulders, when old wounds whispered that she was alone, she would turn to you. To the body that could hold her without faltering. To the presence that made her feel, for once, like she did not have to be made of diamond just to survive.

Laura Kinney

- Laura had spent her life being told what she was. A weapon. A tool. Something created for violence and destruction. She had been conditioned to see strength as something brutal, something cold. But then there was you. You, with your muscles carved from discipline, from effort—not from programming or pain. And you were kind. Strong, but never cruel. Capable of destroying, yet choosing not to. And that fascinated her more than she could ever put into words.

- Before you were together, Laura was curious. She wouldn’t say much—she rarely did—but she would watch you. Studying the way you moved, the way you carried your strength without the arrogance she had come to expect from those who were powerful. And more than that, she tested you. She would throw herself at you in sparring matches, pushing, provoking, trying to see if there was any hidden brutality beneath your surface. But when you caught her wrists mid-strike and simply smirked, as if amused rather than threatened, something in her chest shifted.

- When you were together, Laura found herself drawn to you in ways she didn’t fully understand. She was not naturally affectionate, not soft in the way that others were. But she would press against you in moments of quiet, resting her head against your shoulder without a word. She would run her fingers over the scars on your skin, mapping them as if trying to understand how strength could exist without cruelty. And when she saw you lift something with ease, she would simply nod in approval—not impressed, not surprised, just quietly satisfied.

- And she needed you. More than she had ever needed anyone. Because for all her lethality, for all her sharpened edges, Laura had spent her life feeling like she was something wrong. But you never treated her as something broken. Never flinched when she was at her worst. And when nightmares clawed at the edges of her mind, when old ghosts whispered that she was nothing but a weapon, it was your arms—strong, steady, real—that held her together.

Wade Wilson

- Wade liked to joke that he wasn’t into muscles—he was into you. "The muscles are just an added bonus, babe," he’d say, grinning like a fool. But in truth? He adored them. Worshiped them, even. Not just because they made you look like some kind of Olympian demigod (though, yeah, that was definitely part of it), but because of what they meant. You were strong, but you never used that strength to hurt people. You were powerful, but never cruel. And for someone who had spent his life fighting monsters, you were the first thing that felt truly, undeniably safe.

- Before you were together, Wade was obnoxious about his attraction. Constant flirting. Endless commentary. "Damn, babe, I could probably do pull-ups on your biceps." He’d rest his chin on your shoulder, stare at your arms, and dramatically sigh, "It’s just unfair. It’s like Michelangelo sculpted you just to make the rest of us feel bad." But beneath all the jokes, there was something real. Because Wade wasn’t used to gentle strength. And every time you pulled him close without hesitation, every time you caught him without flinching, something in him softened.

- When you were together, Wade was obsessed. Absolutely, unapologetically obsessed. He would constantly poke at your muscles, squeezing your arms with a goofy grin. "I just wanna make sure they’re real," he’d say, as if you hadn’t already proven your strength a hundred times over. He loved that you could pick him up effortlessly, and he would take every opportunity to be carried around like a dramatic, oversized damsel in distress. "Sweep me off my feet, my hero!"

- But beneath all the jokes, beneath the constant teasing, Wade needed you in ways he would never fully admit. Because for all his bravado, for all his unkillable resilience, he had spent his life feeling like he was too much—too broken, too loud, too damaged to ever be held the way he wanted. But you? You never hesitated. Never pulled away. And when he curled against you after a long, brutal day, whispering the worst of his thoughts against your skin, you held him without a second thought. And in those moments, for the first time in forever, he felt whole.

Kitty Pryde

- Kitty was fast, clever, and always one step ahead of the world. She had spent her life dodging, slipping through walls, never quite staying still long enough for people to catch her. But you? You were solid. Unshakable. A presence that couldn’t be ignored. And she had never met anyone who made her want to pause—to stop running, to stop slipping away. Until you.

- Before you were together, Kitty found herself fascinated by you. She wasn’t subtle about it, either. "Okay, but seriously, how do you look like that?" she’d ask, poking at your arms with an impressed grin. She would watch you lift things effortlessly, her mind racing between admiration and the scientific curiosity of someone who had to understand how that kind of strength even worked. And when she caught herself staring a little too long, she would quickly phase through a wall to hide her flustered expression.

- When you were together, Kitty was delighted. She would climb onto your back without warning, grinning. "I have the strongest partner in the universe—why would I ever walk again?" She would grab your arms at random moments just to marvel at them, laughing as she wrapped her fingers around your biceps and said, "Okay, but seriously, do you think you could punch through a Sentinel? Like, just one punch?"

- But beneath the teasing, beneath the playful awe, there was something deeper. Because Kitty had spent her life feeling like she had to keep moving, keep running, never staying in one place long enough to get hurt. But with you, she stayed. She let herself be held. And for the first time, she felt like she didn’t have to phase through walls just to survive.

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heavyhitterheaux · 10 months ago

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Under the Influence (Slight NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: a little twist on the pheromone perfume trend 🤭

Synopsis: An argument earlier in the day is still lingering in the air as Jack tells you his plans for the rest of the night. However, once you get a whiff of his new cologne, you quickly try to put a stop to them.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a beautiful anon 💕

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Tension was lingering in the air as you eyed Jack as he walked into your shared bedroom. The argument that had taken place earlier left the two of you not speaking to one another since early in the afternoon. You wanted to put an end to it because the last thing that you ever wanted to do was fight with your husband.

“Um, babe? Where are you going?” You asked as you sat up from your position on the couch in the corner of the bedroom as you saw him getting an outfit together.

“The Hub. I'm doing a set.” He quietly responded as he took off his shirt and threw it into the hamper without bothering to look over at you.

“Since when? You didn't tell me that.”

“Aren't you going out with Taylor? I only did it because I thought you told me you would be with her. Besides I do recall earlier you saying that you didn't want to be around me. So I'm doing what I was told.”

“Well that was earlier and I want to call a truce. You had an entire attitude with me for no reason. But no, she had to reschedule. I thought we could stay in with it being just us. We haven't had a night to ourselves in a while.” You told him as he walked over towards you with an expression on his face that you couldn't quite read.

“Y/N, I dropped the triplets off with my parents so I could go.”

“I-... not you calling me by my first name. Well, can't you do it another day?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around him. But it didn’t look like you were about to change his mind.

“When I stop being mad at you, that's when your name goes back to being baby. And no, I already told them I was coming.” He replied as he moved your hands away from him.

“But…”

“I have to get ready so I won't be late. Call hot chips and bad decisions.”

“They're busy and I want my husband.”

“Hmm, tough because you said the opposite earlier.” Jack replied as he walked away from you and headed towards the bathroom as you rolled your eyes.

“I know you rolled your eyes at me and if you keep doing it they're going to get stuck like that.”

“You weren't even looking at me!”

“Doesn't matter. How long have I known my wife? Since I was fourteen? I know you like the back of my hand.”

A few minutes later, you heard the shower turn on and you went back to reading your book as you sighed. This had been your first night without the triplets in a while and as much as you were trying to take advantage of it, your husband wasn't budging.

When Jack walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, you slowly lowered your book so that you could look at him. He wasn't paying you any attention and it made you feel some type of way.

“Smush?”

“Yes?”

“You still have an attitude with me but I want a kiss.”

“You'll get one before I leave and no I don't.”

“Yes you do! And you NEVER deny giving me kisses. Stop being mad at me!” You whined as you put your book down next to you and pouted as you crossed your arms.

“No one is denying you anything. I'm trying to hurry up so I won't be late.”

“You hate me.”

As those words left your mouth, Jack slowly turned his head to look at you and gave you a blank stare.

“If I hated you, we wouldn't be married. Stop saying stupid shit that isn't true. Starting to piss me off all over again.”

You made a face at him before proceeding to pick up your book once more to let Jack finish getting ready. When he was fully dressed, you got a whiff of his cologne as he put it on and it immediately made you stop in your tracks.

Got damn he smelled good.

“Is that new?” You asked him and all he did was shake his head no.

“I've had it for a while, just never used it. Got it in Cannes.”

As Jack turned around to come towards you, he was startled as he noticed that you were now next to him and wrapped your arms around him once more.

“Who are you wearing that for!?”

“Do not fucking start.”

“That smells really good. Can I have my kiss now or multiple? Or you can just take my clothes off too. Whatever works.” You said as you squeezed him tighter.

“I… what?”

“I don't want you to leave.”

“I'm giving you a kiss and then I'll see you when I come back but you'll probably be asleep.”

“But…”

“Take it or leave it.”

“Fine.” You mumbled as Jack leaned down to kiss you and you made sure to keep a tight hold on him. He noticed that you wouldn't let him go and simply placed several more kisses on your lips.

“Y/N, I can't go anywhere if you don't let me leave.”

“I know that's the entire point. How long will you be gone? And stop calling me Y/N!”

“Not that long. The sooner you let me go, the sooner I come back and that was the name you were given at birth.”

“Actually it wasn't, but that's a whole nother story. My mother, well grandmother changed it. But I don't think you need to go anywhere anymore.”

Jack let out a frustrated sigh as he wiggled out of your grasp.

All you did was go and stand in front of the bedroom door and cross your arms.

“What…. What are you doing?”

“Standing here so you can't leave.”

“That's cute. Really cute actually.”

“I'm not cute, I'm horny and you are NOT fulfilling your duties as my husband!” You explained to him and he did not look impressed.

“Remember what you said earlier or do I have to remind you again?” He replied as he checked the time on his phone.

“Well that was earlier and now I want you to rearrange my guts.”

All Jack did was walk over towards you and you thought he was leaning down to kiss you, however he simply picked you up and moved you to the side but not before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Excuse me, little one.”

“I… JACKMAN!”

“See you when I get back and stop all that yelling.” Jack replied as he was walking down the steps and you were right behind him.

“Nooooo! We're not done here! Just put the tip in!”

“You are no better than a man, I swear.” As he went to open the door, you hugged him from behind.

“Babyyyyy! Pookie! Smush!”

“No.”

“Damn, you probably won't even let me suck your dick so I know you're mad at me. You probably put that cologne on to find another wife.”

“Your mouth gets you in so much damn trouble sometimes.” Jack responded as he turned around to see you looking up at him.

“But, it also gets me out of it.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm, what?”

Before he responded to you, he took hold of your neck and lightly squeezed it.

“I will put you through the fucking mattress and you won't be able to walk properly for a week if you keep playing with me.”

You couldn't help but to smirk at him knowing that it would piss him off more.

“Who's playing, babe? Certainly not me. You got your wife so wet right now and she can't understand for the life of her why you won't do anything about it.”

By this point, you knew he was completely done with you with the way his neck vein was protruding, indicating his frustration.

“Don't you want to see how wet I am?” You asked as you grabbed his hand and moved it to the waistband of your shorts.

When you heard him sigh, you knew that you had won.

“Get on the couch and do not making a fucking sound or I'll stop. Face down, ass up. I have ten minutes.”

“Yesssss! I knew you'd fold. With the way things are going, you're probably going to make me come undone in five.”

“This doesn't change anything and I’m still mad at you.”

“We'll see about that in ten minutes.”

“I'm definitely wearing this cologne every day if this is your reaction to it.”

“Jackman, we will end up with twenty children if you do that.”

“Doesn't bother me. I love how you look when you're pregnant. And your boobs will probably get even bigger so it's a win for me.”

“Hmm, just like a man.” You mumbled as you rolled your eyes as the two of you were now on the couch.

“Well you were yelling at me to just put the tip in earlier so you aren't any better.”

“And I'd do it again too.”

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literaila · 1 year ago

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it's not my fault

gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: tsumiki and megumi get into an argument

warnings: sibling stuff, fluff, two oblivious (stupid) parents

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year five.

“couldn’t you say something nice?” tsumiki is asking megumi when you walk in. “she just wanted to—“

you set your bag on the table, just barely able to make out their words.

they were... quiet in the car, you realize suddenly. but you hadn't thought that anything was wrong. megumi's typically burnt out after school, and tsumiki waits until you all get home to start telling you about her day.

but it only took a minute of you running back out to the car to grab something for it all to fall apart.

megumi groans. “i don’t even know her.”

you round the corner, just stopping there so you can observe. neither of them seem to notice you, or your wide eyes at both of their stances. the matching scowls on their faces.

they look so similar that it shocks you just briefly.

tsumiki has her arms crossed, shaking her head. “you still don’t need to be mean about it.”

“i wasn’t mean.”

“yes, you were. you told her to leave you alone.”

“that seems like a pretty straightforward request.”

“everyone at school thinks you’re mean,” tsumiki is pouting, looking dishearted at his reaction. typically, megumi will agree with her just for the sake of it. “and i always have to defend you, even if it’s true.”

megumi sighs, shrugging. he's got his satoru-type scowl on, and even though he looks disinterested--as usual--you can see it when his frown deepens, and he shifts away from tsumiki. “well, stop then. i don’t need you to come to my rescue. i don’t care what people say.”

“well, i do! you’re my brother.”

“that doesn’t mean you have to treat me like your responsibility. i can handle myself.”

“you’re always alone at school,” tsumiki disputes, almost whining at him. “if you were nicer—“

“i’ve never complained—“

“okay,” you turn the corner, brows already raised. “there’s a lot of raised voices going on. you two are going to wake up the neighbor's cat.”

tsumiki is pouting at megumi and he just rolls his eyes. both children stand facing each other, standoffish in the living room, arms crossed.

usually, they fight about what movie to watch, or who got to sit in the front seat last.

but those fights don’t typically involve yelling.

sure, they’re both sensitive about their childhood. about living here and being with you and satoru. they'll bicker about being little, megumi hating it when tsumiki mentions either of their biological parents, and tsumiki hating it when he refuses to listen.

but even then, tsumiki goes to hide, and megumi just shuts down.

this seems… different.

a part of you rationalizes that they're both exhausted from school and getting to that age where their priorities differ.

you don't have any siblings, but you quarreled enough with nanami and haibara back at school to know how these types of arguments work.

and unless one of them admits that they're wrong, it's never going to end.

with that thought in mind, you put on a learned smile, standing between the two of them so you can look back and forth between the two children, observing both of their very closed-off body language.

it's a little cute, honestly. they both look very different, but their matching stances and glares are worth much more than biology. you almost want to stop them to take a picture.

satoru would do it if he was here.

“tough crowd,” you say, feeling the tension between the two. “what’s going on?”

“nothing,” they both say, at the same time, but megumi with an attitude and tsumiki with a sniffle.

really, you should find a book about expressing emotions. you and satoru are teaching them far too much about denial and avoidance.

you make a mental note to look it up later.

you blow out a breath. “yeah, well, i heard the yelling, but i’m missing some context."

you look between the two of them, but they’re not looking back. both sets of eyes are focused on each other, identical glares bouncing off of each other. they could be communicating in some secret language and you would have no idea.

in fact, you can basically see the thoughts they're forcing towards each other on their faces.

“hey,” you poke them both on the forehead at the same time, trying to get their attention on you. “talk to me. what happened?”

they both remain still as statues for a moment, not bothering to consider the question.

but after a moment, tsumiki blinks, and her frown increases, which makes megumi roll his eyes--like he already knows what she's going to say, and doesn't care.

“megumi was mean to a girl at school,” tsumiki says, finally looking at you with big doe eyes. her face is pained, confused, and worried.

and honestly, she could ask you for anything with that look and you'd give it to her.

but megumi sighs. “i wasn’t mean.”

“you told her not to talk to you!”

he looks to you, less pleading but confident. “if i want space, shouldn’t i tell someone that? isn't that what you say?”

you open your mouth. “well, it depends, megs, you can’t—“

“you’re always mean,” tsumiki’s eyes are filling with tears. she looks at you too. and usually, she would apologize for interrupting, but not right now. “nobody at school wants to be around him. he scares everyone, and they don’t believe me when i say that he’s nice.”

“tsumiki," you begin, face softening, "you shouldn’t—“

“that doesn’t make me mean. why would i want to hang out with people who don’t like me?”

you turn, “megumi—“

“they would like you if you weren’t always saying mean things!” tsumiki tells him, her sweet voice rough with frustration. the tears begin to slip from her eyes.

and you can feel it when megumi moves another inch away, wanting to flinch back from her sadness the same way you do.

“i don’t want them to like me,” megumi corrects, shaking it off. “i don’t care what they think.”

tsumiki frowns even deeper, eyes growing wide. “what about what i think?” she asks him.

“are you going to stop hanging out with me?”

“maybe.”

“how? we literally live in the same house. your room is down the hall from mine.”

“guys—“

“i’ll ask dad to move rooms. he won’t mind.”

“oh, sure. because you’ll be able to avoid me at the dinner table—“

“why are you always—“

“guys.”

they both look to you, glares immensely misplaced. their mouths are still open, ready to interrupt each other at a moment's notice.

you look between them, finding matching pictures on either side. clearly, they're both upset about something different. and still, you don't really understand, but it doesn't seem like they're going to explain anything further.

why would they when they can just keep arguing?

you purse your lips, closing your eyes for a moment, trying not to laugh.

really, if they wanted you to take them seriously they shouldn’t have grown up to be so cute. they shouldn't look like that.

harsh, angry breaths fill the room as the two of them wait for your instruction. you should probably be able to fix this problem immediately--you could by sending them both to their rooms and forcing them apart--but you'd rather talk this through.

plus you don't want either of them to think too hard about any of it. you hate it when you fight with satoru and take a break, just to linger in that anger like a quicksand you can’t pull out of.

“okay,” you say, once there’s a moment of silence. “i know you’re both upset.”

“i’m not—“ you look at megumi and he stops, little frown on his little face. his cheeks are red in indignation, and he's got clenched fists. you can tell that he wants to say something, maybe to you, maybe to tsumiki, but he won't.

you ruffle his hair. “it’s fine to be upset with each other,” you tell him, looking to tsumiki, her face entirely sad. “but going back and forth isn’t going to solve the problem, okay? and neither is saying anything just to hurt each other's feelings.”

“but he just—“ you shake your head, wishing with everything in you that you could go get one of satoru’s blindfolds right now.

it physically hurts to look at them, they're so precious.

you are a terrible mother for finding this moment slightly amusing. to be fair, you spend far too much time with satoru, and deflection is a family trait.

you finger tsumiki’s hair, pushing it from her eyes. “should we take a break?” you ask them both. “or do you want to talk about it now?”

“break,” megumi says, immediately.

“talk about it now,” tsumiki answers, at the same time.

for two people who are so alike, they sure think differently. you want to smile at the very predictable answers but refrain.

“okay…” you pause, thinking. “tsumiki, why don’t you tell us why you’re upset? megumi will do the same, and then we can take a break, or keep going.”

they both glare at each other.

“and nothing mean," you add because it feels necessary.

tsumiki sniffs. “everyone at school says that you’re cruel,” she tells him, a devastating pout on her face. “and i don’t like that. you’re my brother, and i want people to like you like i do.”

you both look at megumi, waiting.

he's silent for a moment, processing his sister's words, but then he’s got a scowl on his face. “i don’t care what they think, they’re all stupid anyway—“

“megumi.”

he looks at you, pleading blue eyes. you can see that tsumiki got under his skin, but you shake your head.

“see?” tsumiki complains, voice high-pitched. “he’s always—“

you wipe away a tear, nodding. “i know, sweetie, but it’s his turn. you can go next.”

you turn to megumi, wanting to laugh at his annoyed face. “don’t call your classmates names," you say, giving him a look. "it's your turn. tell tsumiki why you’re upset, megumi.”

he sighs again, looking towards the floor. he kicks at the hardwood, shaking his head. “i don’t like it when you baby me. i don’t need you to defend me, or try and take care of me at school. i’m fine.”

tsumiki swallows, not saying anything.

you look between the two of them, trying to read the complex emotions of your almost-teenagers. unfortunately, they're closed off from you, and you can only guess.

both of your hands rest on one of their shoulders, squeezing. “do you both want to answer? or should we sit down for a bit? i can make a snack or something. it might be good to cool off."

you say it mostly for yourself, because, honestly, any second you're going to break.

the two children look at each other, communicating telepathically, and then they nod.

“you should treat everyone respectfully,” tsumiki says, as an answer. “even if you don’t care what they think, you should still be nice.”

megumi frowns. “if i don’t want to talk to someone, i shouldn’t have to.”

“but you just told her to go away. she probably feels bad now, and—“

“i don’t even know her," megumi interrupts, brows furrowing.

okay, so maybe you should've separated them a couple of minutes ago.

“chiyo's my friend!”

megumi rolls his eyes. “just because she’s your friend doesn’t mean she has to be mine.”

“but you were mean.”

you look between the two of them, megumi annoyed and tsumiki frustrated.

“okay, kids.” you breathe out, wishing you had a brother to fight with, just so you knew what it felt like. just so you could be a part of this argument. “i know you’re both mad, and you disagree. that’s fine. let’s take some space, breathe, maybe i can—“

“just because you think i was being mean doesn’t mean that i was," megumi blurts out, like he can't hold it in.

you pause, mouth opening. you're about to say something, but you don't get the chance.

“if everyone doesn’t like you,” tsumiki argues, “then it’s because you’re mean.”

“maybe they just suck.”

“they don’t suck. this is—“

and then it all breaks down.

“well well,” satoru peeks his head around the corner, white hair a shock to all three of you. “look who’s falling apart without me.”

you sigh immediately, a hand against your temple. of course he would come in at the worst moment possible. “satoru, please go back out the door. i'm sure you forgot something at the store."

the two kids look at satoru, neither one of them happy to see him. there's a similar fire in their eyes, and you know that if he hadn't shown up they would've continued arguing until you pulled them apart.

he walks over to you, slinging an arm across your shoulder. his grin is far too self-satisfactory. "what'd you do?" he asks, tapping you.

"i didn't do anything," you tell him, "leave them alone. they're working it out."

"by yelling at each other?"

you push his arm off of you, glaring. "you just walked in at a bad moment--"

you say something else, telling him to get out again, and satoru laughs back at you, asking if you missed him, and neither of you seems to realize that the two kids are just staring at you.

megumi and tsumiki share a look, like this is a typical occurrence (it is), then shake their heads at the same time, like an echo of each other.

their faces have cooled, scowls fading as you and satoru bicker.

tsumiki sighs and megumi scratches the back of his neck, and for a moment, they both avoid each other's eyes.

but eventually, you and satoru look back at them.

"i don't want to talk anymore," megumi tells all of you, beginning to walk away. satoru tries to grab the back of his shirt to keep him in place, but megumi just shrugs him off.

and then he walks down the hallway to his room and closes the door gently, clearly no longer bothered by anything tsumiki said. or maybe too bothered.

but, you think, at least he didn't slam the door.

you can recall yourself telling satoru to give him space, to let megumi deal with his emotions as he pleases before you force him back into the spotlight, to apologize or hug tsumiki, or...

you blink and look back at her. she's still got a small pout on her face, but her eyes have relaxed, as red-rimmed as they are. you know, and tsumiki knows, that she's really just worried about him. trying to protect him in her own, sisterly way.

and, really, there's not much you can teach her about that.

so you just smile gently at tsumiki, wiping away some moisture from her face. "just give him a bit, hmm? let him think."

she sighs but relaxes into your hand for a moment, her shoulders slouching as she gives into defeat. and then tsumiki shrugs at you, agreeing despite herself, and walks over to satoru to give him half of a hug.

it's not a moment later that she follows megumi and walks down the hall, escaping to her room. you both listen as her door closes.

"wow," satoru whispers, shaking his head. "you did a number on them."

"they had a fight about school," you say, nudging him. "i had no part in any of it. i just walked in."

he wraps two arms around the back of your neck, smiling eagerly at you. "so what you're saying is, it isn't your fault?"

he's mocking himself, and the reoccurring events that happen when you leave him in charge. which you've sworn to never do again, by the way.

you scoff. "when i get home you've started all the problems," you tell him, shaking your head. "they're fighting because you instigated something."

"we're communicating."

"whatever."

satoru quirks a brow at you, eyes just barely visible behind his glasses. "the parenting books aren't doing much for you, are they?" he asks, rhetorically.

"you realize i caught you with those in your room multiple times right? i know you read them."

"you'll never prove it," he says, smiling maliciously.

"and neither will your parenting skills."

satoru snorts, nudging his nose against yours in an odious way. "clearly, you guys can't last a day without me."

"it wasn't a day," you argue, shivering at his touch. "more like an hour. you just went to the store..." you pause, tilting your head at him. "and where are the groceries, by the way?"

satoru looks away, hands tapping on the back of your neck, humming innocently. "oh, i might've... slightly misplaced those."

"satoru."

"i got distracted--but it's not my fault. there's a new kakigori shop down the block."

you look at him blandly.

satoru, because he cannot be trusted, smiles sweetly at you as he places a peck on your lips, as a sort of apology.

obviously, you don't return it. not even in the slightest.

satoru hums as he pulls back, already knowing that he's won. "so, i'll just get dinner..." he says, grinning at you.

you roll your eyes but wrap your hands around his neck, letting a little smile fall across your face.

you and satoru are sitting on the couch when you see megumi creeping down the hall, on his tiptoes, purposefully not looking at the two of you.

it's been an hour or two, the silence echoing across the house almost a bad omen.

but you decided not to bother either of them. considering the fact that you still don't know why they were really fighting, or why they didn't just talk about it like they usually would, it seemed like the best option.

and also, satoru shouldn't be involved in any conflict resolution. he'd probably suggest wrestling it out in the backyard.

still, as you watch him pass by, you lean away from satoru, your legs completely tangled in his. you stretch your neck to watch him, relying on satoru's hand around your waist to keep you steady, but he's too far down the hall for you to see where he's going.

but a moment later, you hear him knock on a door, and then a small, quiet voice telling him to come in.

you relax back against satoru, already grinning proudly. "see? i fixed it."

satoru laughs, his breath soft against your temple. "you didn't do anything. megumi just felt guilty."

"well, i taught him that."

satoru noses the side of your head. "mmm, i'm pretty sure i did."

"of course you didn't."

he shakes you a little, as a punishment for your words, but sighs. "what were they fighting about anyway?"

"megumi was mean to one of tsumiki's friends, i think. i missed... pretty much all of it."

"who?"

you frown. "chiyo?"

satoru snorts a little, and you shift to look at him, raising your brow. "megumi mentioned her."

you turn even more, eyes wide. you poke his cheek with a finger, and then wave for him to continue.

satoru groans, fingers trailing through your hair. "he said that he overheard some girls talking about 'miki."

"behind her back?"

satoru smiles, a bit sadly, nodding.

"oh."

"yeah, oh."

you frown. “what did they say?”

satoru licks his lips, watching your eyes as you concentrate on him. “dunno. megumi wouldn’t tell me.”

you roll your eyes. “of course not,” you say, sighing. “and he didn’t tell her?”

satoru winces. "okay, so… maybe i told him not to,” he whispers, like a confession, voice going a bit high at the end. and then he laughs at your annoyed expression. "what? i didn't want her to get sad."

you shake your head at him, tsking.

you could scold him for protecting tsumiki, but you know that you probably would've done the same.

so you just turn back towards the hallway, resting your head against his shoulder. after a moment, satoru nuzzles himself into your neck, humming against your skin.

it's a very unpleasant feeling.

"do you think i should go get them for dinner?" you ask him, quietly.

"nah," he kisses the side of your neck, looking down the hall with you. "give them a little while."

and it's about twenty minutes later that the two siblings walk back into the living room, megumi's lip quirked at tsumiki, and tsumiki beaming back.

after all, you and satoru have taught them well.

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Includes- Dark fic, violence, sort of dub con, fingering, pussy eating, blow job, throat fucking, deepthroating, cum swallowing, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms

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? POV

I watch her through her window, hiding in the shadows

I'm contemplating making contact soon

I've spent months following her, watching her, learning her schedule

I dream of the day I can touch her, kiss her, fuck her

Love her

She knows about me

Her stalker

I've allowed her to see me a few times

Not my face

Not yet

Just my presence, letting her catch glimpses, letting her know I'm there

Nothing that is provable to the cops

But she knows I'm watching

I thought she might get scared, take precautions, get a roommate

But no

Instead she flaunts herself in front of me

Teasing me

Walking around her house naked, in full view of the open windows

Walking around with a crop top and these tiny panties that cover nothing

Dancing and shaking her ass at the window

She's baiting me and I don't know if she thinks I won't take it

Because I will

Soon

She wanders into her room and I get ready for the little show she's been putting on for me this past week

She stands in full view of the windows, facing it

Facing me

Her hands slowly moves up her body, taking her shirt off, dropping it to the floor, her beautiful perky tits on display

She tilts her head to the side, smirking as she drags her panties down, stepping out of them

I breathe harder, my cock growing hard in my pants

She moves to her bed, sitting right in the middle

Leaning back, she opens her legs widely, showing me her pussy

Her hand moves down to her cunt, her small fingers running along her slit

She touches herself, playing with her clit, pleasure on her face

And even though I can't hear it, I know she's moaning

I stay still, watching as her fingers now slide down and into her pretty little cunt

She moves them in and out and I can't help but think my fingers would fuck her so much better

Reach that spot inside her that will have her seeing stars so easily

Her beautiful body shakes as her hand moves faster

I crave being between her legs, licking her cream from her cunt before shoving my cock inside her and fucking her dumb

Soon

She finishes with a shudder, her body spasming as she falls back on her bed

She removes her hand from her cunt, curling up in her bed, dragging the blanket haphazardly around her

She reaches for her phone, pressing on it, the lights in her room turning off

I wait a few minutes more until I know she's fast asleep

Only then do I move closer, peering right into her window, watching her sleep

She has no idea she's mine yet

But she will

She's playing with fire and she's going to get burned

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J POV

Walking into the mechanic shop, I greet my best friend

"Hi Yoongi"

He raises his eyebrow, "You're late"

I scoff, "Oh c'mon, just like fifteen minutes"

He sighs, "Why do I put up with you?"

"Because you love me and I'm you're bestest friend in the whole wide world", I smile, cutely

He snorts, "Yeah ok. I put up with you because you need a job"

I pout, "And because I'm your bestest friend"

He cracks a small smile, "Yeah fine. That too"

"Say it", I ask sweetly

"No", he says

I love embarrassing him and making him say cute things that he hates saying

Yoongi is a tough guy

Tattoos galore, some I know I haven't seen because they're under his shirt

But he has two really beautiful tattoo sleeves that I love looking at

It's just so colorful and interesting

His long black hair is usually in a ponytail, his eyebrow pierced

He's gorgeous but always has a scowl on his face

He's intimidating and non-approachable, scary even, to most people

Except me

I've seen him in diapers so he'll never be scary to me

And girls eat up the bad boy aura he has

Throw themselves in front of him

They'll even bring their cars to him, when nothing is wrong, just to get a chance to talk to him

But he doesn't pay them any attention

He's never had a girlfriend

Says he doesn't need one

Only fucks and does one night stands

It's sad because he's the sweetest man I've ever met, so attentive and caring

He's the perfect boyfriend

That no one will ever see until he drops the fuck boy act

"Say it", I repeat

He sighs, looking at the ceiling, "You're my bestest friend"

"Yay!", I squeal, hugging him

"Yeah great", he mutters, his arm around me, hugging me back

"So anyone come in yet?", I ask, putting my bag in the back of his car

My stuff will be safe in there

"We opened like twenty minutes ago", he scoffs, "Nobody came but I still have cars to fix. Jungkook and Tae are coming in an hour for their shifts, they'll take any new people who come today"

I nod

I'm just the secretary here, he calls all the shots and I do what he tells me

If he wants Jungkook and Tae to take the people that come in, they will

He owns the shop and he tends to fix the cars that take the longest and the most difficult

Like sports cars

He does all kinds of work on those but I couldn't tell you any details

I know next to nothing about cars and I'm an avid pedestrian

Yoongi offers to teach me to drive all the time but I don't really need to

Living in Seoul there's public transportation and the bus stop is a block from my house

If I need to go anywhere far, Yoongi will take me or I can get a taxi

"So what'd you do last night?", he asks, walking to the back of the shop where the cars he's working on are

"Oh nothing. Watched TV. Messed around with the stalker who watches me"

His head snaps up, confusion in his eyes, "What?"

"Oh I didn't tell you? I have a stalker"

"You have a what?", he gapes

"A stalker"

"You're fucking joking"

I shake my head, "Nope. I call him my shadow"

"Yeah fucking charming", he scoffs shaking his head, "How do you know you have a stalker?"

"I've seen him"

"You've...what?", Yoongi asks, "He's not doing a very good job if you've seen him"

"Well....not him exactly. Just his figure. Glimpses of him"

"What's he look like?"

I shrug, "I don't know. He always has a hoodie with a weirdly long hood that covers his face. Like I can be looking right at him and the hood is so deep I can't actually see him"

"Yeah that's not fucking creepy", he retorts

It is

I was startled the first time I saw him

I thought it was weird that someone would wear that

But then, I'd see him more often

Every time I got the feeling someone was watching me, I'd look around and there he was

Well, he was there when he wanted me to see him

There's been too many times to count where I felt someone was watching me but no one was around

Then there's the little things I'd find outside my front door

A rose, a locket, a ring

Never a note

"Yeah it's creepy and it bothers me so I fuck around with him"

"Yeah that's the smart thing to do", he sighs, rolling his eyes

"Hey, if he's gonna fuck with me, I'm gonna fuck with him"

"Yeah but he's crazy! He could kill you!"

"Hmm I'm thinking no. He wouldn't kill me if he's obsessed with me"

Yoongi scoffs, "You're playing with fire"

"And it's gonna burn me, yeah yeah yeah. I know"

He shakes his head, scowling, as he pops the hood of a nice red car

"What did you do to fuck with him?"

"I masturbated in front of my open window"

Yoongi snaps his gaze to me, his mouth dropped to the floor, "You...what the fuck Joanne?"

"What?", I smirk

"That's just gonna rile the guy up! It's gonna push him to do more than just watch! Are you trying to get killed?"

"No, I'm trying to show him that he's not affecting me! That I'm not going to stop living my life and cower in the corner afraid!"

"Nah, Jo, you're baiting him. Don't do that shit again"

"Yoongi"

"C'mon Jo", he says, his dark brown eyes looking into mine, "You're my best friend and I love you. I don't want you to die because you taunted the wrong guy"

Maybe he's right

Maybe I did take it too far last night

It was the first time I did anything like that

Yeah I've walked around naked or in skimpy clothes but last night was something explicitly sexual

Maybe I shouldn't do that again

"You're realizing you did something completely stupid right?", Yoongi asks

"Yeah, ok, you're right. I did"

He just shakes his head, "Do you want me to come over? Stay with you tonight so the creep doesn't try anything?"

I shake my head, "No, I'm good. I got a date tonight anyway"

His eyebrow raises, as he uses some tool to unscrew something in the hood

I like watching him work, watching his hands move even if I don't have a clue what he's doing

"A date? Really?"

"Yeah", I answer, "Why? Am I only allowed to attract stalkery creeps?"

"Oh my god, don't be so dramatic", he rolls his eyes, "I'm just asking. Usually you talk my ear off about a guy you like way before you go on a date with them. You haven't told me about any guy"

"Well it was a surprise", I tell him, "It's with a guy at the coffee shop around the corner of my house. He's always there when I go in and we sort of became acquaintances. He asked me out the other day and I agreed"

"Huh. Doesn't sound like you like him too much"

"I mean I don't know him outside of the coffee shop. He is really cute though. And even if it doesn't work out, at least I'll get laid"

He laughs out loud, "Yeah ok. Great thinking"

I scoff

As if he can be the only one who has one night stands

"So I don't need you to come over. Either he'll be at my house or I'll be at his"

He snorts, "Yeah, good luck with coffee boy protecting you"

I know what he means

Yoongi has gotten into fights before

Like knock out, drag down fights

He's not afraid to be violent when he has to be

He's never started a fight but he's finished many of them, mostly with him winning

So I know he'd be the better person to protect me from this stalker

But he's not my boyfriend and he can't be at my house every night, so that's that

He's taught me how to fight a bit so I'm not completely defenseless

"It's gonna be fine", I assure him

He just shrugs, turning his attention back to the car in front of him

"Hello!", I hear a voice calling from the front room, "Is anyone here?"

"You're up", he says, nodding towards the direction of the room

"Ugh", I groan, turning and heading towards the front desk, him chuckling behind me

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I get out of the shower, wrapping my body and hair in separate towels

Drying off, I go into my room and sit down at my makeup desk, wondering what kind of makeup I should do for my date

I'm a crazy color girl, loving to experiment with bright ass pigments but I'm not sure that's the right course for a first date

I take out my natural palettes, looking them over as I grab my phone to check the time

And see that I have three missed calls

All from the same number

From the guy at the coffee shop, Dae

Pressing redial, I hold the phone to my ear

"Hello?", he picks up, his voice sounding like he's in pain

"Hey Dae. You called me?", I ask, wondering what's wrong

"Yeah. Sorry but I have to cancel tonight"

Fuck

"Oh? Is everything ok?", I ask, as I passive aggressively close my makeup palettes and toss them in the drawer

So much for that

"Uh no actually", he says, wheezing, "I got jumped"

"Wait what?", I gasp, my thoughts immediately going to my stalker

"I don't know who this guy was but as I was throwing the garbage away in the alley behind the coffee shop, he appears and punches me right in the face", he explains, "I fall down and he continues to wail on me, kicking me in the ribs and punching my face. Then he just left"

Oh my fucking God

"He fucking broke my nose and hit me so hard on my face I have to get stitches on my eyebrow. Not to mention the number of bruises I have"

"He broke your nose?", I whisper

"Yeah. I'm in the ER, waiting for the doctor to come fix it"

I'm completely distraught

This could be my stalker

Or it could be someone Dae messed with and wanted revenge

But I'm leaning towards my stalker

"I'm so sorry this happened to you", I apologize

"Yeah me too. Sorry about the date"

"Oh my god, please, don't worry about that! You need to rest"

"Hopefully, we can reschedule?", he asks

"Definitely"

"Great", he replies, "Oh hey, I gotta go. Doctor just walked in"

"Yeah sure. Feel better", I say

We say our goodbyes and hang up

And I immediately call Yoongi

He can come over tonight

Hopefully he's not busy

His phone rings and ring then goes to voicemail

"Fuck", I shout, hanging up

I call him three more times with his phone going straight to voicemail then text him four times

No answer so far

Goddamn it

I get up and walk to my window, closing the blinds and curtains

Guess I'm keeping all the lights on tonight

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Tossing in my bed, I open my eyes

And immediately sit up

My room is dark

I specifically left the lights on when I went to sleep

There's no way they turned on

I didn't get up and the app connected to my light switches is off

Because my phone is on sleep mode

I get chills up my spine, the feel of being watched falling over me

And the terrifying feeling of not being alone

"Hello?", I call softly

No answer

I'm scared to get out of my bed

Pulling the covers up over me, I turn on the small lamp on my night stand

That gives off such a small dull light, most of the room still covered in darkness

Fuck

Bravely, I call out, "I know you're here. Come out"

Movement to my right makes my heart leap in my throat as a figure comes closer

Oh my fuck

Oh God, oh God!

"How did you get in here?", I whisper as he moves to the foot of my bed

I can't see him because firstly the weak light form the lap doesn't fully reach to the end of my king size bed

Fucking had to get the largest bed

Idiot

Secondly, he's completely dressed, no part of his skin exposed

Black jeans, black hoodie zipped up to the neck with that ridiculously huge, deep hood

Even his hands have gloves on them

He really doesn't want me to know who he is

"Who are you? What do you want?"

He tsks, "You know what I want"

His voice is very deep, rough, but it's like he's making it that way, to distort it so I can't recognize it

Which I can't but that might also be because I'm terrified

"No I don't", I answer meekly

He scoffs, "You know what I want"

I hesitate, biting my lip before I answer, "Me"

He nods

"Look, I don't....this isn't a way to get me if that's what you want", I babble, "It's actually really scary"

"You're already mine", he says, which honestly, annoys me

"Uh, no I'm not"

He crosses his arms, "You put on that little show for me last night. You're mine. And you have the audacity to think you can go out with another man?"

Oh shit

"I don't think so"

"You....you beat up Dae"

"He thought he could have what's mine. He thought wrong"

"I'm not yours you psycho! I don't know you!"

He stays silent, power radiating off of him and I shrink back in my bed

Maybe calling a violent stalker a psycho is not the way to go here

After literally five minutes of silence, he says, "That performance last night. Felt good?"

I blink in surprise, "Uh what?"

"When you fingered your pussy, did it feel good?"

I'm completely stunned he's asking me this but it's best to play along

Maybe he'll leave if I do

"Uh yes"

He's silent for another minute, driving me insane

I can't with all the quiet

I can feel his eyes tearing into me even if I can't see them

"I could do it better"

My mouth drops in utter shock

"Excuse me"

"I can make you feel better"

This is fucking insane

Like really

"I'll show you"

"Uh, no thanks. Really you don't have to", I say, thinking how I can get away

Before I can comprehend what's happening, he's grabbing my legs, pulling them out from under me and dragging me to the foot of the bed

"I didn't give you a choice"

And while I am scared, a spark of arousal hits my body

No, fuck, what's wrong with me?

His hands are pushing my lingerie dress up and my body reacts

I start to move, squirming, trying to move back up the bed

"Stop", he commands and for some utterly stupid reason, my body does

His hands pull my panties down and off and fuck me, I get wet

While I don't want this, I really do at the same time

And I realize I'm just as fucked up as he is

He opens my legs, his head down and I can only assume he's looking at my cunt

Which is getting wetter by the second

Why I'm so turned on I don't know, but it's shameful

I watch him kneel down, my heart pounding

Something wet moves up my cunt, sending pleasure hurtling up my spine

His tongue

It's his tongue

He licks up again, my body shaking in pleasure, a soft moan coming from my mouth

"Look at you, lying to me. Your pussy is already wet before I even licked you. You want this"

It's completely and utterly screwed up but after that taste of his tongue, I want it

He licks again, so slowly, between my pussy lips and ends with flicking my clit

This time a huge moan rips from my lips

It's like that's all he needed because he pushes his face into my cunt, licking and eating like he starving, throwing me into so much fucking pleasure

"Look at you, making a mess on my face", he growls between licks

I lift my head, looking down between my legs

I can't see any of him, that hood covering everything, even my pussy from my view

But somehow that makes it even more hotter

As he swirls his tongue around my clit, I feel his fingers, sinking into my hole

"Fuck", I cry, shaking, realizing that he took his glove off, his bare fingers in my pussy

And that just makes my hole clench tightly around them

"Hmm, such a desperate pussy", he laughs darkly, pulling his fingers out, "You can't have my fingers yet"

I whine, which just makes him laugh more

I feel his fingers spread my pussy lips open, his tongue diving into my hole, licking inside

And my cunt closes around his tongue, squeezing it in bliss

"Oh fuck", I whimper

"Hmm seems you want to be tongue fucked"

I breath hard, not knowing what I want, just knowing that I want to feel that again

"Do you want that?"

I nod, biting my tongue

This is so wrong but....I kinda invited this on to myself

When I teased him

Yoongi was right

What did I think was going to happen?

"Then ask me to do it"

It seems like he wants to please me but he won't until I ask him too

Making me confront my pervertedness

But I'm so fucking horny, I want it

I can pretend it's the guy I want it to be between my legs

I can imagine him while having this stranger eat my cunt

I'm so fucked up

"Please", I whisper, my body on fire, "Tongue fuck me"

His tongue resumes moving into my pussy, in and out, making me water his face

I hear him swallowing my creamy juice, his tongue making lewd wet sounds as I'm fucked with it

But fuck do I like hearing those sounds

I lay my head back, closing my eyes, imagining him between my legs

Imagining it's his tongue moving inside me

The one man I've always wanted

His tongue slides up, flicking my clit, my whole body shuddering uncontrollably

He licks again, making me cry out

"Ask me"

"Lick my clit", I moan, "Please. Lick it, suck it, just do something"

I feel his mouth suck my clit in, suckling softly on my swollen bump, sending fire through every vein

"Oh my god yes", I cry, my hands gripping the sheets under me so hard my fingers hurt

He grips my thighs, spreading my legs wide open, his mouth doing wonders on my clit

"You taste so fucking good", he growls between slurps, "Just like I knew you would"

I whimper, lost in the pleasure, his face in my head

"Could drink from this pussy forever"

Tears prick my eyes from the overwhelming bliss

"I could make you cum"

"Yes", I whine

"Ask me"

"Make me cum. Please make me cum!"

His mouth attaches to my clit, the tip of his tongue against it and he sucks harshly

My body arches off the bed, crying for some release

My orgasm is so close, I can feel it

He slurps around my clit a few more times throwing me into complete and utter ecstasy

"Yes!", I cry, tears falling as I ride the tsunami of pleasure

I sob hard at how fucking good it feels to have him suck me though my orgasm

No one's done that before

The idiot guys usually stop as soon as I cum, thinking I don't need anything else to keep going

Not this guys though

His mouth keeps at it until the pleasure fades and my body relaxes

His tongue drops down, licking rapidly, swallowing and I realize he's eating my cum

"So fucking sweet", he grunts, "Sweet sweet pussy"

"Oh God", I whimper, still turned on, the fire still burning inside me

"My fucking favorite"

When he finishes lapping up my cum, his mouth reattaches to my clit, sucking rapidly

"Yes, yes", I moan, my hands twisting the sheets

"You can have my fingers now", he informs me

"Yes. Fuck yes, please, put your fingers in my pussy. Fuck me with your fingers"

He chuckles, "You're learning"

Then his fingers plunge into my hole

His remark makes me realize that I asked him to finger fuck me, without him telling me to ask him

Fuck, it's like he's training me already

His tongue gives me barely there licks to my clit, ghosting over my throbbing bump as his fingers do the opposite and drive hard into my pussy

His fingers hit my spot, the pleasure fucking blinding as I moan and arch my back

My eyes flood with tears at the sheer euphoria

I move my hips down, fucking down on his fingers as he slides them back in, squeezing them tightly, creaming his hand

And right now, nothing is in my head except the need to cum

He wraps his lips around my clit, suckling softly, throwing more bliss into the mix

I fuck his fingers, my hips not stopping, shivers running up my spine every time he hits my spot

I can hear the wet sound of my cunt taking his fingers, it driving me nuts

"Please suck faster", I cry, tears streaming down my face, "Harder"

He obliges, his mouth now changing to a harsh slurp

And that's just what I need to get closer

"Gonna squirt for me?", he growls, his mouth sucking hard, his fingers fucking into me even harder than before

"I don't....I never"

"Never squirted?"

I shake my head, crying out, "No!", my mind turning off

"I'll make you squirt"

And I have no doubt that he will

"Please", I whimper, begging for I don't even know what, "I'm gonna cum. Please more"

His fingers bury in my cunt, the tips rubbing my spot as his mouth goes crazy on my clit

Stars burst in my vision as I'm hurtled over the edge, the orgasm feeling like I'm out of my body

I've never felt such intense incredible ecstasy before

I feel myself squirting, his fingers leaving me and instead rubbing my clit

I feel sucking on my pussy, around my hole and I realize he's swallowing my squirt

And moaning while he's doing it

While I'm just a screaming mess, my hips fucking into his face as his tongue slides back in

I clench around it desperately, fucking down on it as the pleasure extends

He keeps his tongue inside me as I come down from the bliss, his fingers slowing down their rubbing on my clit until he stops

I melt in the bed, my whole body feeling like jelly

And that's when he slowly pulls his tongue out of me

I shiver when its out, then shake again when he licks me, cleaning up my pussy

Then he stands and I hear the sound of his belt opening

"Told you I'd do it better"

He was right

But still, fuck him

He moves to stand near my head, grabbing my face and turning it towards him

"Open your mouth", he growls, his cock exposed

I look at it, gaping at how fucking huge that thing is

I've never seen a dick that big, that fucking thick before

And my mouth has never watered at seeing a cock before

"Open", he demands

I open my mouth willingly like an idiot, his cock entering, pushing in until my mouth is full to the brim

"Suck", he says raggedly

I listen, my mouth immediately sucking on this enormous cock

Fuck, it's like he's too big

Nevertheless I suck as best I can, ignoring the fact that I want to please this creep

"Look at my little slut", he groans, "Sucking desperately on my cock the second it's in your mouth"

I glare at him but I can't see anything with that stupid hoodie on him

He probably also has a mask on too, the bastard

If he's covering his hands then I suspect he's not taking any chances with his face either

"Don't look at me like that", he snaps, "You're sucking on me like my cock is the best tasting lollipop in the world"

I mean yes I am

But still

Fuck him

"And you still keep going even when I insult you", he chuckles darkly, "So tell me again how you're not my slut"

I close my eyes, anger filling me but still, I suck his cock

It's like I can't help it, my mouth has a mind of its own

And he's right

I really like sucking dick

Always have

And right now I want this creep to feel pleasure like I felt when he ate me out

I want him to feel like he's losing control

"Stop", he orders, pulling his dick back a bit, "Keep your mouth open"

I slacken my jaw, keeping my mouth open, wondering but also knowing what he's going to do

Suddenly I'm choking as his cock slides all the way in, buried to the hilt

Tears spring to my eyes as I try to control the gagging

"Fuck, sounds so pretty", he murmurs, pulling his cock back, letting me breathe

Then it's shoved back in, down my throat, my mouth so full of cock

His hips begin to move, fucking his cock in and out of my mouth, bottoming out each move

His fingers grip my hair, keeping me in place, my throat making a wet sound every thrust

I choke every few strokes, tears blinding me as they stream down my face

My head feels like it's filled with cotton and I just let him use me

His free hand reaches down, sliding into my lingerie dress, wrapping around my tit, pulling it free

His fingers are pinching and rolling my nipple, pleasure sparking again, a soft moan coming from my lips

"Aww is my whore horny again?", he murmurs

He moves his hands behind his back for a brief second, then lays down something next to my head

His glove

I feel his hand move my dress up, moving between my legs

His gloved hand fists my hair, making me look up at the blackness where his face should be

"Spread your legs"

I do willingly, curse myself out in my head at how pathetic I am

A promise of an orgasm and my legs are wide open

He laughs slowly, his fingers slotting back in my pussy

And my cunt clenches on them immediately, sucking on them

"Wanted me back so bad huh", he groans, resuming his fucking of my throat

This time pleasure seizes my body as he moves his fingers in and out, pressing on my spot hard, his thumb pressing circles into my clit

I moan loudly around his cock, my pussy getting embarrassedly wet

"Fuck, look at your pussy crying for me", he murmurs, "Such a pleasure whore. I can't even get an orgasm without giving you one. Slut"

I nod, moaning, feeling his thick cock in my throat, his fingers in my soaked pussy, his thumb in my clit

I'm in so much pleasure, it's stupid

"You better hurry up", he warns, "I'm stopping when I cum whether you have or not. And I'm close"

I know he is

I can feel his cock throbbing in my mouth

And like a slut I desperately suck on his cock as much as I can as he pummels my throat

My orgasm is right there, I just need a little more

"You're going to swallow all my cum, understand?", he growls

I just nod because I figured I'd have to

"Good girl"

He thrusts a few more times, then slides my head down, holding me on his whole shaft, cum bursting in my mouth

"Swallow", he grunts

I do, so fucking thrown at how good he tastes

And that is just what I needed to set off my orgasm

His fingers hit in my cunt hard, stars exploding in my vision as ecstasy washes over me

I scream, sucking on his cock, swallowing his cum as I cum around his fingers, my pussy pulsing hard, my body shaking

My god, he cums so much, the yummy thick liquid sliding down my throat so easily

We both finish at the same time, his fingers resting inside me while I softly suck on his dick

"I'm gonna need my cock back", he says

Embarrassingly, I stop sucking and open my mouth, his cock leaving, going right in his pants before I can see anything

He slowly pulls his fingers out, my pussy sucking on them, wanting to keep them inside me

"Need these too", he murmurs, finally pulling his fingers out

He immediately moves his hand into his hood, where his mouth is, sucking me off them while groaning about how good I taste

Then he's fixing his belt and my body sinks into the bed, realizing how tired and sore I am

I close my eyes, breathing in, wondering what he's going to do now

To my utter surprise, I feel my blanket moving over me, tucking me in

"Sweet dreams baby girl", he whispers

I feel something soft against my cheek and am startled to realize that he kissed me

It's gone almost as soon as it's there, then I hear his footsteps fading away

And I fall fast asleep

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The next day

"Where the fuck were you?", I growl at Yoongi

He looks up from the car he's working on

"Uh what?"

"Where were you last night? I called you and texted you but you never answered me back!"

I woke up today, so sore

And when I got up from bed, my sheets were soaked and stained with cum

And I realized that last night wasn't a dream

I had oral sex with my stalker

A lot of it

I'm so horrified with myself, appalled that I let it go that far

Ashamed that I wanted it, that my body reacted so positively towards him

I should of yelled, screamed, called the cops, hit him with something but instead I let him eat my cunt

There were so many times I could of incapacitated him but I didn't because I was in too much pleasure and wanted it to keep going

And then I feel asleep like an idiot

I don't know what to do

I can't report it because I consented to it

The second he licked me, I folded like a cheap lawn chair

I just have to make sure it never happens again

I need to make sure he doesn't get in again

Yoongi's eyebrow raises, "I was at a club with Hobi and Namjoon"

"A club?", I shout

He looks at me like I'm insane

I feel insane

"Uh yea. What did you think you were the only one who wanted to get laid last night?"

How does he know what happened?

"How do you know I wanted that?", I snap

"Because you told me?", he answers confused, "You said you'd let coffee boy fuck you"

Oh shit

I completely forgot I told him that

And I realize he still thinks I went on the date last night

"Is everything ok? Did you forget to take your crazy pills today?"

"Har har, very funny", I roll my eyes

"Seriously, what's going on?", he asks, a worried look on his face, "Why did you call me?"

I proceed to tell Yoongi about the cancelled date and why it was called off"

"He was jumped?", Yoongi gapes, "By who?"

"He doesn't know ", I say slowly, "But I think it's..."

"Your stalker", he says flatly

"Uh yes"

"You need to call the cops on that freak"

"And tell them what? I think a guy is watching me? I think he beat up my date last night?", I exclaim, "I have no proof!"

Well, no proof I'm willing to give

"Tell them you have a stalker"

"No. They'll just say they can't do anything until he does something"

"Did he do something?", Yoongi asks, staring hard at me, "Did anything happen last night?"

I definitely can't tell Yoongi what happened last night

He'll flip out

He'll worry

And I don't want him to get hurt

"No nothing happened", I lie

"Joanne! Don't lie to me!"

"Nothing happened. I just felt creeped out and the feeling of being watched was stronger", I answer, "I called you to come over and hang. Spend the night to uh....well....protect me"

His eyebrows fly up, "Fuck, I'm sorry. I thought you were on a date"

"It's ok", I answer

It's not his fault

"I'll come over tonight", he says

I shake my head, "No Yoongi"

"Why not?", he asks, upset, "Maybe if he sees me, he'll know you have a guy around and he'll back off"

Or he could attack

"I don't want you to get hurt. He already beat up someone, allegedly"

I know he did because he told me

No one else knows that

"Please Joanne, I'm not scared of him", Yoongi scoffs, "I'm coming over"

"Yoongi-"

"Don't Yoongi me", he cuts me off, "I'm coming, you'll let me and you'll have fun hanging out with me"

I chuckle, "Will I?"

He scoffs, "Of course. I'm fun"

"The life of the party", I quip

"Don't get cute", he warns

"Ok ok"

"Seriously Jo", he says, "I'll keep you safe ok?"

I nod, knowing he will

He's always protected me since we were kids

"Thanks Yoongi"

"Of course", he answers, "Now that that's settled, back to work"

He points to the front desk and I roll my eyes but smile as I turn and walk to my designated area

#yoongi smut #bts yoongi smut #min yoongi smut #bts suga smut #suga smut #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts yoongi fanfic #min yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfic #bts suga fanfic #suga fanfic

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eph3merall · 4 months ago

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chris fic no reader

angst

I BEG 🙏🏼

ask n i deliver. had fun with this req. death of a triplet (matt), and no other warnings i believe. just lmk if im wrong :)

chris has the heels of his palm pressed into his eyes, white hot tears burning behind them. his eyes started hurting with how hard he was pressing into them, shoulders tense and form rigid. his room is filled with the whirring of a fan, drowning out the muffled laughter and sounds of talking in the living room.

he missed matt. he knows nick and justin are hurting equally as much, but theyre somehow so much better at hiding it. chris lets his hands drop from his face, resting them on his knees as he stares at the ground from between his legs. it always hurt to know he wouldn't ever see his brother again, not in person. he won't get to hug him and show him the silly videos on his phone.

to chris, it's as if they aren't even triplets anymore. it's just him and nick out of the trio now. it feels wrong to call themselves the 'sturniolo triplets' when one triplet wont ever get to say it again. his heart thumps against his chest, stomach turning at the memories that rush back just at the mere thought of matt. it felt wrong, to go out there and laugh and have fun like everything was okay. he will never get to see one of his brothers again, never get to laugh with him and pose for pictures like the silly duo they were, even as kids.

chris' head was swarmed with bittersweet memories, hating that he'll never get to giggle around with one of his thirds anymore. nick told him he was being childish when chris excused himself for a second to go to his room. his nostrils flared with deep breathing, running a shaky hand through his hair that's gotten all too long.

his bed creaks when he sits up, leaning to press the fan off. after opening the door and shutting it behind him, chris wanders over to matt's room. it's untouched. everything. things are still in the same spot as they were the night he left.

unmade bed sheets, his laptop sitting on his bed with the charger still plugged in. chris has lost count of how many days that charger has been in, and no doubt it's probably bad for the device. stuffed animals sit in the positions they were last in, never to be moved again—chris knowing how much matt hated when they would get rearranged. clothes litter the floor, unsure of whether they're dirty or clean. everything is set in stone. disrupting anything feels like a crime, as chris stands in the doorway and stares, unsure of how to put his feelings into words.

he wants to fix it. fix everything. unplug the laptop, pick up the clothes, throw away the cans of soda on matt's desk (which are only there due to chris and nick) to make it seem more like matt's room. he always hated when it was food dirty, not able to stand cans or boxes or wrappers here and there with old, unfinished stuff in them.

he doesn't even realize his hand that grips the doorknob so tightly, inching the door open just a bit more as it creaks. the longer chris stares, the more sadness piles up in the pit of his stomach and the more he itched to walk inside. but it would be like disrupting the peace of an elderly home.

his stomach drops, jolting when a hand is felt on his shoulder. nick is suddenly behind chris, an expression of disappointment plastered on his face. his hand steers chris away from the open door that seemingly leads to another world, leaning in to shut it.

"you need to stop, chris. it's hard, i know, but standing here isn't gonna do shit. grow up. we're all hurting, but it's better for you to just go downstairs right now," it's like a parent scolding a child who's just thrown a tantrum. nick cares for chris, so much. but that means he has to be a little tough sometimes, being the older brother besides justin.

chris still has a hand on the knob, gripping tightly on it like a lifeline. his other hand is clenched into a fist, taking a few deep breaths in and out to calm his nerves down. looking up at nick, he just nods slowly.

"yeah, sure, whatever."

"i'm serious. mom and dad are hurting too, fuck face. would you rather them be even more upset since they didnt see you for like, half the time you're here since you're so busy up here? you miss matt. i do too. we all do. but sitting here, staring at his room like he'll magically appear wont do anything."

chris can feel the familiar burn behind his eyes, teeth pressed together and body rigid. he knows nick means no harm, but it hurt. truthfully, it did hurt to acknowledge that matt won't just spawn in front of his eyes if he stared long enough. the two would always joke about stuff like that.

"just.. be downstairs. if not for me, do it for mom and dad. and justin."

and then nick is retreating down the stairs, and it's like the weight of his words hang in the air. chris feels suffocated, his tongue prodding his inner cheek as he pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes. the tears soak his skin, some drip down his wrist and the fabric of his hoodie absorbs them.

he cant help but turn to peek inside his brothers room again. doing a scope of the area, it just makes it even harder to breathe. his fingers twitch a little, eager to step inside already and make it look like matt was still alive and he would walk in any second.

but he knows thats stupid. chris is already in denial in a sort of way, very slowly coming to terms with the fact that he will never see matt again. the words bubble up in his throat before he has a chance to shove them back down.

"man, i love you, matt. we miss you. but secretly, i miss you the most."

and then the door is clicking shut, chris quick to turn away and bound downstairs. if he lingered any longer, he knows the tears would come again. and he doesn't want to make anyone else any more sad than they already are, joining his family downstairs while trying his hardest to shove the thoughts of matt plaguing his mind to the back of his brain.

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mev-fizzah-writes · 2 months ago

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Jason ends up picking up a street kid.

He DEFINITELY picks up a phyco one as well. He doesn't adopt...yet. I have a few drafts like these that may or may not see the light of day.

And if they also came from a broken home OR if they're parents are still alive but just hella toxic, he let's the kid crash at random safe houses until he clears up that spare room in his apartment. Though he'll never ask the kid if they want crash at his place, they have to ask first.

But the thing is, this 13-17 year old shouldn't be associated with the crime lord Red Hood. So what does he do? Makes them associated with the crime lord Red Hood, under an alias. Now he has his own version of Robin, except a bit more rough and blood thirsty.

Now how is he explaining this to Bruce? Oh, he isn't. Sure Bruce is curious about this potential threat but, there's more he should be focusing on. But now his second eldest is being more...friendly? No, that's the word. Jason is just being weird, weirder than normal.

It would be even better if Jason drops everything the minute his kids tough, I can take care of myself act finally cracks. He's just by their side at an instant. Hell he'll drop everything if they just asked.

Hes attending a gala, that would give him trouble if he skipped, but he gets a message from his kid saying 'help'? He drops a bottle of expensive champagne and if put through the nearest exit, even if that means through a window.

He picks up a phyco, damaged street kid and he keeps them.

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Please add your thoughts on this 🙏🙏

#red hood x reader #fizzah's ff #red hood imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd

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ohisms · 1 year ago

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↪ ᵀᴴᴱ 𝑀𝐼𝐶𝐾 , ꮲꭲ 2 . ( a series of sentence starters from season 1 of fox's sitcom , “ the mick ” adjust phrasing as necessary . )

damn , [ name ] , how many cars can one person crash ?

i can't help it — when i'm behind the wheel , i'm a slave to the power of the machine .

other people worked very hard to buy those cars , and now they're mine .

why you gotta put me in a cage ?

i'm not a rat , okay ?

shut up , you don't know what you're talking about .

i am NOT joking , i don't wanna do this .

guys , we don't snitch . that's it , end of story .

will you listen to yourself ?? "jUsT tElL tHe tRuTh"

[ name ] , you snitch you die !

pretty sure that was already there when i walked up .

how is this good news ?

everyone's gonna call me a traitor , like you .

don't worry about it , it was worth it .

what are you doing tomorrow night ?

just say the words , and it can be yours .

oh , it's like that , huh ? fine .

what was that ? i can't hear you ... you can't breathe ?

you better figure something out , 'cause if you don't — i'll have to go public with this .

that's called extortion , stupid !

those guys are just covering their own asses , they don't even like you .

as easily as i can save you in this world , i can destroy you .

if anybody messes with you , let us know - okay ?

with a dong like that , you'd think he'd be happier .

do i look like i'm playing , [ last name ] ?

oh , your breath reeks of booze .

i hope you have a plan .

i was up all night watching prep school movies in preparation .

there are some real evil illuminati-type vibes in here , right ?

there was a time i could see , and i have seen .

oh , i'm just getting warmed up .

we are but food for worms , gentlemen .

whose burrito did i just step in ?

get out of here , the tv's mine .

what did you do to my shirt ??

how would you feel if i ran around stealing your clothes ?

we had to kill him cause he wasn't a team player .

no more special treatment for you .

i grew up in squalor , i am perfectly comfortable in it .

[ name ] , don't you dare !

didn't know you were gonna be so weird about it .

if you decide that you don't want me around , just tell me and i will go .

you're not the only game in town , buddy , okay ?

you don't know who i hang out with .

jealousy is the reason people hate us .

you don't have to worry about labels , just like who you like .

i hope this is some sort of emergency .

you kept me waiting , so i'm gonna get right to it .

don't make this your thing , this is [ name's ] thing .

suing is how rich white people solve their problems .

i wanted to sing and show you there's nothing to be afraid of .

i'm so nervous for you ... i want to throw up and run away .

you could have me escorted out , but you have no security .

ooh , dark scary room ! you know what they call that in prison ? they call that a blind spot . great place to catch a shiv .

what kind of operation are you running here ?

you didn't do anything wrong . i was the problem , not you .

where i'm from , the guest gets the good seat .

i drink , smoke , lie , steal ... i'm drunk right now .

i will ruin him . please don't let me do that .

i'm not the one doing whatever you guys are doing ... what are you doing ?

i'm not judging , at least he's a hot mess .

it's the wolf's job to eat the sheep , so y'know ... this was bound to happen .

i will RUIN you when we get home .

i'll give it back to you in a minute , you're gonna get it back .

the suit you destroyed cost a grand !

come on , [ name ] . i'll help you get settled .

he can't know it was my idea .

she made her mean bed and she can sleep in those scratchy sheets .

woah , tough day at the office ?

what the hell did you just say to me ?

you are right ... no matter what you say about anything .

we do this all the time , but usually there's some art to it .

this is not nearly as fun as i thought it was gonna be .

you're letting a bunch of nerds pick on you with their computers ?

why don't you just systematically destroy her ?

i can see where this is headed , so i'm just gonna hit the road .

she ripped me open , stuffed me full of devastation and then sewed me back up again .

leave me alone , this is all your fault .

why are they yelling ? are they angry cause they're bad musicians ?

i will never understand your generation .

let me have it . how bad is it ?

do you have any idea what i saw in there ?

you should come and check out what's going on outside , cause i think you'll be pleasantly surprised .

i just want us to be friends again .

it would be such a silly waste of time for someone like me to be mad at someone as insignificant as you .

the truth is , i pity you .

when the universe gives you a sign , it's not up to you to ignore it .

[ name ] gave it to me . it means i'm in charge .

i'm not comfortable with the whole arrangement . where's [ name ] ?

this is outrageous ! i'm getting passed over again ?

i don't have a problem , i'm just blowing off some steam .

you wanna get in on this ?

you deserve to take a time out as much as anybody else .

sorry , i didn't realize you were the fun police .

having money has reaaally changed you .

i've lost control ?! oh no , you dumb , dumb idiot . YOU'VE lost control .

that's a gross overreaction .

i will show myself the door in a ... graceful and classy manner .

thanks for sticking around .

look , i realize i did some questionable things in there .

i just felt like the universe was giving me a sign .

i'm the only one worthy of its power !

keep it in your pants and follow my lead .

it's no offense , i just don't know you very well .

let's go over this one more time , just so we're clear .

we've already been over the terms .

what's in it for you ?

i like the element of surprise .

wasn't expecting that . are you okay ?

i saw a burglar , i didn't know what to do ... so i SMOKED his ass !

you SHOT me ! what the hell's the matter with you ?

that gunpowder's like a hundred years old , it probably just broke the skin .

what about the police ? they're expecting a gunshot victim .

guys , we've gotta move this along , okay ?

you got it , i'll get you a pillow .

you're lucky no one was killed .

here's the thing about the bordeaux ... i drank it .

i'm so sorry that you had to keep our mansion warm .

how do you think the police found them ?

if you're done criticizing me , i think i'll head on up to bed .

you want me to do the jobs no one else wants ?

can we pick this up tomorrow ? i was shot , so ... i'm very tired .

it has nothing to do with that . okay ? now please leave .

i wanted to thank you for having my back earlier .

that had nothing to do with you . i was just trying to hurt them .

it's chloroform . i found a recipe online .

[ name ] , don't come at me with that .

i was gonna do whatever it takes . i'm not a quitter.

i wanna tell you , i really do . but first there's something i need .

oh my god , you're bailing again .

innocent people don't sneak in and out of their own home .

'cause i don't like you , that's why .

i'd rather get mowed down in a hellfire of bullets than listen to you screech .

you don't have to lie . i heard you guys .

how was i supposed to know you were gonna hug me ? i didn't even know you knew how to hug .

#rp meme #ohisms #rp inbox prompt #inbox prompt #rp prompt

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buckysouvenir · 2 years ago

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bucky: "you should've knocked" warning: mention of sex

bucky leaned against y/n's bed frame watching her stand in front of the mirror. he tried to hide his disappointment, even though he appreciated the fact that she was friends with his best friend, he wished they could spend more time together.

they spend almost every second together when they're not in a mission... but still.

y/n turned to bucky with a comforting smile "buck, you ok?"

he shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. "yeah, yeah... just thought we could, you know, do something together"

y/n grinned, walking over and giving him a small kiss on his lips. "we spent the night and the morning together, love... i'll just hang with steve for a few hours and i'll be back"

bucky rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "i guess i can survive a few hours without you"

you laughed, kissed him goodbye and walked to the elevator.

being friends with steve since he got out of ice was something you considered a pleasure. it's not always you have someone you can trust and you're thankful for one of your best friends is best friends with your boyfriend too.

walking to steve's room, you didn't even bother messaging him, calling him, or even knocking; you knew steve well enough to barge in unannounced.

"OH MY GOD!" were the only words your mouth and your brain could let out.

you sprinted back to the elevator back to your and bucky's floor. you definitely needed him right now.

running to his room and opening the dor immediately, he let out a "hey... what are you doing here?" while laying in bed.

you threw yourself in his bed and started to curl by his side and put a pillow on your face while saying "ohmygodohmygodohmygod" repeatedly.

bucky now in complete confusion, sitting on his own bed looking at you "what happened woman????"

you take the pillow out of your face, and take a deep breath with your eyes close. after you recompose yourself, you sit and look into bucky's eyes. "i- i just saw"

"saw what?"

"the imaginable"

"...what?"

"i just saw steve"

"ok... weren't you gonna go out with him?"

"i saw steve-" you took a deep breath, "i caught steve, in bed, with- with a woman"

bucky was frozen in place.

"...bucky?"

he started laughing.

"DON'T LAUGH!" you yelled at him.

"I'M SORRY! i can't" he got up, recomposing himself. "who was the women? i didn't know he was sleeping with someone"

"if you don't know, how the hell am i suppose to know? she's blonde, i didn't even see her face, he- he turned around too fast" you said as you covered your face with your hands, now sitting at the end of the bed.

bucky still laughing, crouched down and patted your legs. "i'm sorry sweetheart, that must be tough to go through... can't believe you went through this before me to be honest" he kissed you on the forehead. "you should've knocked"

"SORRY! SORRY! I AM SO SO SORRY" steve appeared out of nowhere at buckys door. stress written all over his face.

hearing his voice, you crawled up buckys bed and shoving a pillow on your face again. "GET HIM OUT OF HERE!"

bucky started laughing again, "ok! ok!" he patted steve on the back. "c'mon man, let's... walk before you two can look each other in the face again"

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blackenedsnow · 8 months ago

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Hello! Feel free to ignore this if you can't or wouldn't like to write it!

If it's not any trouble, could I request an Arthur Morgan x Asexual!Reader thing (one shot or headcanons, whatever fits better and/or is easier!), where there's like, mutual pining, but the reader speaks about their aversion to sex and lack of that sort of attraction, and how they think they're just never gonna have a meaningful romantic relationship because of this? Been feeling discouraged and sad about this, so yeah lmao.

And if the reader could be buff, it'd be awesome (no, I am not buff yet, but I will use this as inspiration to get there lol.

Anyways, tysm for taking the time to read this! Have a lovely day/night/afternoon!

heart stronger than flesh

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Arthur Morgan x Asexual! Reader

NOTE: I hope this gave you the encouragement you were looking for! Arthur's got your back, and so do I. You're going to reach those buff goals, one step at a time. Stay strong and know you're worthy of all the love and care in the world! Thank you so much for requesting this. Remember that love comes in many forms, and you deserve it as you are.

SUMMARY: Arthur has always admired you—your strength, your sharp wit, the way you stand tall in the middle of this messy world. He knows there’s something unspoken between you two, but neither of you has dared to name it. That is, until one evening when you finally confront your fears about the future.

The camp was quiet tonight, only the crackling of the fire filling the air as the rest of the gang slowly drifted off to sleep. You sat a little ways from the fire, resting on a fallen log, your muscles tense from the long day. Arthur sat nearby, the warmth of the firelight casting flickering shadows over his face as he quietly cleaned his gun. His usual frown softened whenever his eyes flickered your way, though he was trying to act like he wasn’t paying too much attention to you.

It had been this way for a while now. The unspoken tension between you two simmered just beneath the surface—an unacknowledged pining that neither of you knew how to handle. You weren’t blind to how he looked at you, especially after all the times you’d ridden into town together, his eyes lingering on the way your biceps flexed when you pulled the reins. He was always good at keeping it hidden, though, his cowboy façade of stoicism remaining intact. But tonight felt different. He kept glancing over at you more often than usual, his jaw clenched a little tighter.

You sighed and stretched your arms above your head, feeling your muscles strain under your skin. Even in the dim light, your physique was obvious—strong arms and broad shoulders earned through days of hard work and rough living. You were proud of the strength you'd built, but something else gnawed at you. The weight in your chest wasn’t from exhaustion.

You tried to brush the thought aside, but it came creeping back, like it always did.

Arthur noticed the shift in your expression. He finally broke the silence, his voice low and gravelly. “You alright?”

You hesitated, your fingers idly picking at the worn fabric of your pants. “Yeah. Just… got a lot on my mind, I guess.”

He nodded, putting down his gun and giving you his full attention now. He was quiet for a moment, waiting for you to speak. His eyes were soft, his usual guarded expression slipping as he looked at you with concern.

You shifted on the log, feeling the words at the back of your throat, but they were hard to spit out. How could you explain it? You weren’t shy about being tough, about fighting back against the world, but this? This was something different. Something more vulnerable.

“Arthur…” you started, not looking at him directly. “You ever… feel like you're not ever gonna have what other folks have? Like, love… romance?” You paused, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. “I mean, I see people, how they are with each other. But for me… I don’t feel the same way they do.”

Arthur frowned slightly, not sure where you were going with this yet. “What do you mean?”

You swallowed hard, your hands tightening into fists in your lap. “I don’t… I don’t want the same things as most people. I don’t want—” You stopped, heart pounding, before forcing yourself to continue. “I don’t want sex, Arthur. I never have. Never felt that way. And it makes me feel like… like I'm gonna be enough. Not for anyone.”

Arthur was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on you, but there was no judgment in his eyes. Just understanding, like he was listening to every word you said with more focus than he gave most things in this world.

You let out a shaky breath. “I’ve been thinkin’ about it for a while now. About... us. I know there’s… something between us, but I’m scared it’ll never work because I can’t give you what most people expect in a relationship. Hell, I don’t even know if it’s fair to you.”

Arthur finally spoke, his voice low and calm. “You really think that’s all there is to love? To wantin’ someone?”

You blinked at him, surprised by his question.

“I’m serious,” he said, shifting forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned toward you. “You think I’m with you—care about you—just ‘cause of what I could get outta you physically?” He shook his head. “It ain’t like that. Not for me.”

You stared at him, unsure of what to say.

“I don’t care about that,” he continued. “Hell, I’ve been around enough folks to know what really matters. I care about *you*. I care about the way you carry yourself, the way you look after the people you care about, the way you get stronger every damn day.” His eyes softened even more. “You think I ain’t noticed how damn strong you’ve gotten, how you keep pushin’ yourself?”

Your heart skipped a beat as he spoke, and a warmth spread through your chest at his words. You had always prided yourself on your strength, but hearing it from him—hearing how he noticed and appreciated it—meant more than you could have expected.

“I’ve felt it too,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. “Somethin’ between us. I ain’t gonna pretend I know all the answers, but I know I care about you. And I don’t need anything else but you by my side.”

It was hard with the weight of your fears crashing into the relief his words brought.

Arthur, ever perceptive, reached out slowly, placing a calloused hand on your knee. It was a gentle touch—so different from the hardened man you were used to seeing in him.

“I ain’t here to push you,” he said softly. “You don’t ever have to be anything you’re not. I don’t expect you to change, and I sure as hell don’t think you’re any less for feelin’ the way you do.” He hesitated, squeezing your knee gently. “You’re more than enough. I promise you that.”

You let out a shaky laugh, wiping your eyes quickly. “Arthur, I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t gotta say anything,” he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. “Just know that you mean somethin’ to me. And I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

For the first time in a long while, the tight knot in your chest started to loosen. You weren’t used to feeling this kind of reassurance, and yet, here was Arthur Morgan—someone as rough as the life you both led—telling you that you were enough just as you were.

You looked down at his hand on your knee, then back up into his eyes. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He smiled—just a small, fleeting thing, but it was real. “Anytime.”

The two of you sat there for a while longer, the fire crackling softly beside you, the night quiet and peaceful for once. And in that stillness, you felt a sense of calm settle in your bones.

You were strong—physically and emotionally. And with Arthur by your side, maybe you didn’t have to carry that weight alone.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #red dead redemption #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 x reader #oneshot #x reader #ask

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nogenderbee · 1 year ago

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ ℂ𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕪𝕤 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Could I request Ayato, Zhongli, Thoma, and Kaveh with a s/o who can create cute, living toys?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Yeah! Absolutely! Honestly I'm not entirely sure about it buuut... hopefully you like it?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ over years, Zhongli already saw many toys and mechanisms, yet yours always seem to surprise him

✧ he may've seen the greatest inventions, but yours? They're so simple and cute, they have their own charm

✧ he's used to formal introducing when it comes to inventions like that, and yet you introduce it as if it's some toy for kids! Who knows? Maybe it is?

✧ but what he finds the sweetest is that they actually seem like alive, they move and some even talk! It's hard not to be impressed!

✧ like mentioned earlier, he's used to formal inventions, definitely not as silly as these, so his recommendation may not be the best...

✧ despite that, he wants to help, so he takes you on few adventures and shows you many secret places around Liyue or tells you stories which you may find closest to "fairytales"

✧ he's never recommending anything directly but he doesn't mind giving you ideas by sharing what he already knows

"Hehe~ ... No, nothing. I just thought your invention is really sweet. You have a real talent, dear."

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@bleachtheidiot @toyaswif3y - come get your broke archon!

✧ Thoma is literally like a supportive mother when it comes to your work as an inventor

✧ he's always gonna compliment any work of yours, usually taking time to admire it's looks and functions to give you more detailed compliment than just saying "it's good" and leaving it at that

✧ but he also won't lie to you when he sees something could use some fixing... he's definitely very gentle with it and if it's something little, he might hesitate to mention it but he'll probably tell you about it sooner rather than later

✧ coming back to mother subject... he's not gonna let you pull all nighters! And if he catches you, he'll immidietly force you to go to bed

✧ but if he catches you sleeping on your desk at 1am... he's just gonna move you to bed and moves little health talk for another time

✧ if you ask him for some ideas, they're most likely gonna remind you more of child toys than some serious robots but... those are usually still rather interesting ideas! So why not give it a try anyway~?

"Oh, this one's really good! I really like their design and how you went for the sweet look... and I can also see you worked really hard on making it move so smoothly. You did a really good job! Here, take a break after all of this work, I can make us tea."

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your perfect malewife~

✧ I have a feeling like Ayato, due to being head of Kamisato Clan would know a bit on how to judge inventions but not actual clue how to make ones

✧ but judging is still something! Because he can always tell you what's missing and what requires fixing in his opinion

✧ tho his words may be a bit harsh, due to being used to formal meetings and saying what he thinks there, as it was what he payed for... he tries making words gentler for you next time but first? Feel free to tell him he's being a bit blunt...

✧ but he gets there with time so don't you worry! He doesn't want to be mean to his partner after all!

✧ and if you have tough client to deal with? He'll volunteer to go with you and to help you with business talk, he sees how much passion and work you put into your works so he only finds it fair the other person needs to pay fair price

✧ also, he's gonna try his best to pull you away from all nighters buuut... he takes them himself so he can't really argue here... he'll just try to help you and get you to bed as soon as possible

"They want to pay this little? No, you're fighting for the right thing, you're obviously trying to under pay you. Tell me, when are you supposed to meet them? I'd like to assist you if it's not a problem."

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your boba lover!

✧ inventor the architect.... don't you see it's the perfect duo?

✧ Kaveh get's your struggle... so little time and so many ideas... let alone, if you're selling what you create!

✧ he's never gonna hesitate to help you, be it with the design or just to get idea for your next project

✧ and if he can't think of anything, he'll go on a little tour with you and maybe there you or him will be able to think of something

✧ he doesn't know much about inventing but he does know that all nighters are sometimes necessary and real pain at the same time... so he'd be happy to be your assistant and pass you various tools

✧ and if it ends you have to pull all nighter and don't allow him close to your inventions? He'll be happy to be your company for the night and coffee and snack bringer

✧ but since you're his lover, he's still worried about your health so despite doing that himself, he'll try getting you away from sacrificing your sleep

"C'mon honey... I get that it's important but so is sleep. And if your client complains, I'll personally have a talk with them! So don't worry about it, go to sleep and let me handle it if necessary, okey?"

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your architect beuty~

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unluckilyimnot · 1 year ago

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do you know who much am i in love with tsundere man ???

i wanna kiss raichi's face sooo bad, with lipstick on, all over his face, until he tripped over his words and is all blushyy

don't forget cuddles and sitting on his lap like AAAAA

i love your loki and sae's making out writings btw 🫶 can u do the same thing but with raichi but in this version?

making out - raichi, isagi

mlist || rules || requests are open :)

note : thank you sm for your request, both of you ! they're so cute, as you should queen (in a neutral way) i love them a loooot too. i post this Isagi one at the same time bc i did them with a similar vibe

I've been busy these day im sorry ! And I have a busy weekend as well with my gf so I'll do as much as I can today and post it later !

Raichi acts tough but deep down he knows he can’t fool anyone when you order him around. You two invited some of your friends over tonight to have a nice dinner together and you kept calling his name to get things done. He tried to boss around a little at the beginning, saying he was talking with the tip of his ears red but you just had to whine a little please for him to be by your side in a second. He's the grumpy type, but still ready to help whenever he's asked to.

He spent the whole night eyeing you from head to toes. His hand lingering on your thigh below the table and your seemingly innocent gaze let him know you get where he wanna go. He's a little impatient but that's nothing you can't handle.

When you finally say goodbye to your last friends, you stretch your back as soon as the door is closed. 'What a night' you thought, excepting Raichi around you but he was nowhere to be seen. Taking a few steps to the kitchen to find him cleaning up a little. Leaning against the door frame, you stared at him until he noticed you.

"You're less clingy suddenly." You spoke as soon as his eyes lay on you, a cute smile on your lips. Lips that got his attention all night. He shook his head, muttered things you couldn't understand but still amused.

"Come on, leave all of this. I'll take care of that tomorrow." Taking his head in yours, you dragged him along your bedroom and kindly pushed him on the bed. "You weren't that concerned about the dishes earlier," you whisper in his ear, slowly taking a seat in his laps.

Cuddling up against him, you played with his hair while debriefing the night with him. Your arms lay around his neck and, despite his red cheeks, his hands finally hold you closer, rubbing your back in a needy way. His eyes on your lips once again, you're sure it's already messed up so you don't mind making it worse.

When Raichi finally cuts your chat by kissing you like he wanted all night, the shadow of a satisfied grin on your lips. You broke the kiss and chuckled.

"What's so funny ?" He barked like he always does, making you laugh even more.

"Nothing, you're just cute." You answered, shutting him up with a kiss before he can argue. Pecking his face over and over again, all over his face not without leaving a red tint at the same time. His poor soul can't even speak a full sentence without stutter before grabbing your face and kissing you again.

You deepen the kiss instantly, done joking around and finally into it. You put his hands back on your back and thigh, feeling his short nails digging into your skin and you're here for it. It's intoxicating, you're lost in the way his tongue licks your lips, making you smile. You didn't realize how both of you wanted it too until now.

Your hand slowly drawing circles on his shoulders, you were thinking when you could finally take his shirt off when you felt his hands coming closer to the zip of your dress. He started pulling it down, exposing your bare back for him and only him. You glared at him in an amused way.

“I'm helping you.” He defended, putting his hands away from you to try to annoy you in some way. You shook your head with a loud chuckle.

“Go ahead.” you said before pushing him down on the bed, kissing him again.

Isagi is too cute for his own good, you’re sure of it. He can’t be rude to save his life. Well, besides football. With you he’s a sweetheart, always saying yes to anything you ask, even the weirdest things. So you like to mess with him a little. A sly smile forms on your lips before you hand your phone away.

“Yoichi I wanna try something !” you cheered, leaning on his shoulder, taking a look at his phone. He wasn’t really doing anything, only scrolling through his social media.

“What is it ?” he’s used to that, you wanted to try silly thing you saw on internet. You’re always after him to try tiktok trend, he’s sure it’s that once again. You grinned, taking his phone from his hands and tossing it nearly yours before sitting in his laps. You already got him gulped hard. Not that he’s not used to it, it’s even a position you like to cuddle but something in his mind tells him that’s not related to cuddle.

His hands find your waist, laying there comfortably, waiting for your next move. You get closer, your chest flat against his and you take his warm cheeks between your hands. He blinks a few times, already anticipating but flustered at the same time - not trusting that smile of yours. You cradle his face a little, pitching his cheeks and leaving small pecks here and there, on his cheeks, his nose and finally his lips.

“What do you wanna tryyy ?” he whined trying to escape the kisses attack but you shush him quickly, kissing him seriously this time. He takes some time to melt into the kiss, pulling you closer. You shiver at the coldness of his cold hands crawling under your shirt, meeting your warm skin and you smile in the process. His hands go up and down, smoothing your skin, grabbing it a little too hard from time to time, making you moan but mostly chuckle.

“You’re so cute Yoichi.” you purred in the middle of the kiss, leaving small pecks on the corner of his lips.

“Am I ?” he grinned, happy to realize one more time the effect he has on you. It’s easier for you to know how he feels so he appreciates it when you vocalize it. You can already feel him hard under your weight and decided it wasn’t too early to grind on him, wanting him so bad already. Just so he knew, you know.

Taking this as a green light, his lips started going down your neck to your shoulders, kissing it all the way, biting from time to time just to feel your hand pulling his hair at the tingling sensation. He loves that a lot, sometimes he’s a little brutal just for you to pull his hair or scratch his skin at the pleasure. He likes to mess around too, not that he’ll tell you. He likes the way your gaze darkens when he acts innocent. He has his way.

Coming back to kiss you after almost eating your shoulder, one of his hands stays on your hip, encouraging you to move in a back and forth motion ; hoping he will not be the first one to ask for more. But deep down, he knows he won’t or else you wouldn’t almost be riding him already. You were the desperate one this time, but it’s ok. He likes to take care of you.

I hope you liked it ! ♡

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #isagi x reader #raichi x reader #isagi smut #raichi smut #isagi headcanons #raichi headcanons #blue lock #bllk

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arahusk · 1 month ago

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Just thinking about both the Hazbin pilot and the main series, and while I did really like the pilot and would go back to rewatch it every few months, I really think the show did well when it came to showing more aspects of the characters and fleshing them out.

Like, they're good. They're complex. And they're so fun! The show was what finally endeared the characters to me and made me see them more than just deviantart concepts that liked to say the fuck word a lot. Like, no shade on the pilot, because I did still like it! But it was tough for me to see past their zany furry designs. Now they feel fleshed out and just... Like actual characters now!

And I just appreciate that.

(This got too long again, so have a cut).

The pilot served as the introduction to the show and its concept, so it makes sense that each character would mainly be... a sort of type, or a trope. Charlie was the precious cinnamon roll, Angel was the flirt, Husk was the grouch, Vaggie was the angry one and so forth. And it was nice in the show we could see beyond that for them.

Seeing Charlie's righteous anger with Adam in the finale (and with Valentino earlier on), seeing Angel reveal his self-destructive ways as how he copes with his situation and the trauma he endures, Husk showing his empathy and concern for others while being burdened by his own fuck ups, Vaggie ALSO dealing with her trauma and insecurities from being an Exorcist, Alastor showing off more of his petty side and this underlying fear he has because of his own mystery contract, and Niffty... Well she's still a crazy little gremlin, but we do see her getting upset if she thinks she's not doing her job well. Also her being a dominatrix, hope we get more of that.

Even with the show's fast pacing and some plot holes, (also, first episode is a bit shaky because it kinda just drops you into this world expecting you to see the pilot that's not even the same exact vibe anymore lol) seeing these characters finally become more than their initial tropes was really so refreshing. Listen, I never would have thought Husk would eventually become my favorite years back to when I first saw the pilot. Like, yeah he was fun, but I honestly thought Angel would have been my fave until Husk revealed more of his character. And then seeing him and Alastor's complex relationship put even more seasoning for me, plus with Niffty, oh gosh I love it.

I love that we get more of these characters and their flaws, and their hopes, and their fuck ups. And so when I see opinions from other fans of how the show was worse than the pilot or it ruined the characters, it just confuses me. There's more layers to these characters now! There's so much to play with and theorize! Sometimes it feels like some fans expect the characters to stay static, like with Alastor. Idk I just love him being a petty little bitch that soon gets emotional for others and may even like them! Then he gets wrecked by Adam and sings about it in his broken radio tower of how he almost gave his life away for others oh no!! It's so juicy to me. I like him as a wacky radio man but seeing how imperfect he still can be was *chef's kiss*.

Also not to mention seeing other new characters and their role in the show (please let's have more Velvette). I don't think the show is perfect and some writing can still be tightened up but man, the characters are fun. The characters are layered!! I want to pick each one apart with tweezers and look at them through a microscope. (Especially Husk. I want to rip this cat man apart and put him back together again).

Anyway, show good and I'm gonna watch it again soon.

#my ramblings #look it's 3 am and my thoughts are suddenly running #actually a lot of this was spurred by reading a fic from the pilot era #and how it portrayed Vaggie as just an angry person with no nuance to her #which i cant even blame because the pilot didn't really extend her beyond that #vaggie i think had the best development out of everyone #anyway I'm excited for season 2

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sturnberries · 4 days ago

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ꕤ TOUGH LUCK - in which lucky is having an unlucky day, and chris makes it better for her.

warnings; just fluff and fluff, intentional lowercase.

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chris didn't really believe in the word luck. or whatever luck meant to him. it was fake, a clover or a dime didn't mean anything to him. until he saw lucky trip down a flight of stairs on her porch falling to her side.

maybe he didn't believe in luck, but he did believe that whatever the hell just happened was super unlucky.

chris quickly made his way over, crossing the street as he looked both ways, and she got up before he could tease her about falling down. he put out a hand and she gently took it pulling herself off the stairs, chris tried to hold his laughter back. she frowned a little bit brushing her sides with her hands.

"what's the frown for?" chris furrowed his eyebrows, and he spoke and a little laugh escaped his mouth. she sighed a little and shook her head and muttered a little ''nothing."

"okay but seriously, what's wrong?" chris asked again wanting to know. he realized she was probably hurt from that fall or something else she would complain about. "did you get hurt anywhere or anything?"

she shook her head and pushed her hair behind her ear a little bit. she was now just walking on the sidewalk wondering why chris was so annoyingly curious and continuing to walk beside her. it was a good warm day, the wind wasn't messing her hair up, the fresh grass smelled nostalgic, yet she was still quiet and not saying a word.

"is miss lucky feeling unlucky today?" chris said with a stupid smirk on his face looking at lucky to see her reaction and maybe she would open up or at least snap at him. why did he mow his way into her life? "tough luck?-"

"enough.-" lucky said as she walked a little quicker trying to leave him behind, praying he'd leave eventually, another part of her kind of hoped he'd stay and talk to her. chris spoke with a genuine tone in his voice now more understanding. "okay, okay I'm sorry, just tell me what happened, yeah?

"i don't even know-? just like alot of things happened I guess." lucky spoke finally opening up to him, chris nodded indicating that he was actually listening to her speak and wasn't messing or joking around with her. like he usually did.

"so it kind of started in the morning, I spilled strawberry milk all over my new white shorts, and now they're stained—and then my favorite sunglasses lenses broke, and I can't fix them and then when I fell down the stairs like an idiot-" she rambled on about what had went wrong on her day a little more and chris waited for her to finish so he could help her out.

"hey, it's okay, maybe just an unlucky day, alright? no need to frown."

"thought you didn't believe in luck."

"yea well—I believe in 'unlucky' now."

"cause of me?"

chris nodded and she mumbled something mean under her mouth. chris was thinking of some ideas on how to maybe fix her day so it doesn't end badly. the sun cast a beautiful glow on his and her face and they squinted their eyes projecting their vision from the sun. a wonderful idea springed into chris's head as he spotted a hill of grass in the distance.

"you look really pretty in the sun, lucky." chris spoke maybe hoping she'd try to get her mind off other things, he looked at her with a stupid smile again seeing her reaction. the truth was even if he was joking she did look beautiful and radiant in the sun, practically glowing.

"can you shut your mouth and walk please." she spoke continuing to walk and didn't believe him for a second—and just like that as they were walking by a hill that was a field of very overgrown grass, chris quickly tackled her into the grass like they were seven year olds as she screamed at him with a laugh. "chris! oh my gosh-."

they both couldn't contain their laughter, he was basically laying on top of her and their giggles were so cinematic. the grass hid her face a little bit, and chris's hand was gently resting on the side of her waist. they squinted their eyes as they laughed at how dumb this all felt, and chris felt better when he heard her laughter. he truly enjoyed making her laugh, it felt like an accomplishment to him. when the laughter died down chris rolled off her to the side of her as they laid closely next to eachother. arms touching eachother and close enough to hear whispers like lovers.

they both exhaled, stomachs hurting from laughing too much, chris wiped his eyes a little from the tears from all the laughter. he turned his head to the side to see lucky still laughing to herself a little. her chest rose up and down slower and slower. chris continued to look at her, not caring if it would get weird or anything.

"you feel better now?" chris asked. she nodded to chris with a sweet yet embarrassed smile on her face. it wasn't that much of a moment but it certainly turned her day around. chris looked around a little and plucked a wild flower with his hand and gave it to her with a silent grin.

"thanks." she said looking at the small delicate wild flower she took from his hands, twisting and turning it around like a ballerina in her hands.

they laid there just like that for a little longer on the slanted hill of overgrown grass like idiots. he was glad that she wasn't thinking about her unlucky day. it was such a small act that happened yet she was as happy as could be. they shared some whispers and giggles here and there.

maybe he did start to believe in at least some luck. he would never admit it though no matter how hard lucky tried. maybe he was just the luck she needed that day.

a/n: oh yes guys I loved this oneee I do take requests and ideas so please send them innn!

luckylawn!au taglist: @vanillaspacecamp @backwardshatnick

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baby-yongbok · 2 years ago

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My Savior?

Yandere!Hyunjin x Sadodere!BangChan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, non idol

Warnings: Yandere, Manipulation, Jealousy, swearing, Stalking, obsession, mentions of murder, physical abuse (towards reader), threats (towards reader), description of injuries, possessiveness, gaslighting. If any of these tags trigger you than PLEASE do not read or continue with caution! (Sorry if I missed any tags)

✨Masterlist ✨

Word Count: 1922

Note: Hyunjin and Third Person POV

Summary: You and Hyunjin go way back. You've know each other since your senior year of university and your friendship meant a lot to eachother, you just didn't know that it still meant a lot to Hyunjin. He values you as more than a friend and your boyfriend Chan is anything but happy about that. Chan plans to let you know just how unhappy he is with you trying to rekindle your friendship with Hyunjin but when things get heated a certain someone is there to 'save the day'.

Hyunjin's POV

There she goes again, switching those fucking hips so hard. She clearly likes the attention it brings her, the men around her breaking their necks to get a better look at her beautiful --

" Hyunjin?" Fuck, she saw me. I was going to try to surprise her.

"Y/n, hey." I've been practicing my surprised face for a moment like this one. It's pretty hard to be 'surprised' to see someone that you see everyday. "What are you doing out here? Don't you live across town?"

"You know I can't resist Ron's coffee, what about you? It's been forever since I've seen you, where have you been?" To answer your question, yes, I do know that you can't resist the coffee here. You've been coming to this cafe every Saturday and Wednesday after yoga class since our senior year of college. I'm honestly surprised that you stuck with Yoga for two whole years. You've always been bad at committing to things.

"Oh, you know, I've been around. Been doing a little bit of everything, a lot of freelancing."

"That sounds great, I know it can be a bit challenging for photographers to make a living out here but you're so talented I know that you'll find a permanent spot soon." She's smiling, so I can't help but to do the same. She's so cute and foolish. I'll never settle at one job, I need to be close to her. I made a promise never to be more than two miles from her at all times just in case--.

"Y/n." Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. No, no, no. Not him, what the fuck is he doing here.

"Chan, hey, I thought you'd never show up. This is Hyunjin, we went to Uni together. Hyunjin, this is my boyfriend Chan." Oh, I know who he is, Bang Christopher Chan, twenty-five years old, born October third which makes him a libra. I could go on and on about your cute little scumbag here.

"Nice to meet you." I offer my hand to him and his icy stare meets my burning one. He doesn't budge, you can barely tell that he's breathing. You wanna be a tough guy? Two can play that game.

"Chan" Y/n nudges him in his side and he serves her a disapproving glare. Running my hand through my hair I smile over at y/n.

"It's fine, some people have a hard time containing their jealousy when they're around me."

"Come on, y/n, we'll be late." Late? You don't have anywhere to be. She would've put it in her Google Calendar.

"Uh, right. Well um, Hyunjin it was awesome seeing you. Text me sometime." He grips the back of her neck and guides her past me just as she went in for a hug. I'd be lying if I said it didn't take everything in me not to snatch her from him. She doesn't need someone like him, always so cold towards her. Does he even have a heart? How could you not smile at the sight of her short curly hair, her bright eyes and crooked smile. How could you resist such a ravishing woman? It takes everything in me not to step out of her closet in the mornings and fuck her right over her desk.

Before I could say my goodbye the cafe door closed behind them and Chan looked back at me with a smirk. My jaw clenched at the sight, he thinks he's got her. He thinks he can take her from me, he thinks this is goodbye. It is far from goodbye, it's see you later. Maybe, tonight.

Third person POV

"Why would you tell him to text you later?" The echo of Chan slamming his car keys down on the table in the main hallway echoed through the quiet apartment. Y/n trailed in behind him, annoyance evident in her eyes and tone.

"I told you a thousand times, I was being kind. Hyunjin and I haven't seen each other in a year and a half. We were best friends and I've missed him." That's all she had to say to trigger him, he turned swiftly, caging her body against the hallway wall with his arms on either side of her body. He leaned down to her, inches away from her face and snarled.

"You what?"

"I- I said that.. I missed.. him." A smirk plays upon Chan's lips, it deepens into a smile as he processes what she just had the nerve to tell him.

"You shouldn't say things that you don't mean, Y/n. That makes you a liar and no love of mine is going to be a liar. You do not miss him." A stiff laugh spills from Chan's lips causing y/n to shiver and squeeze her eyes shut. She knew that Chan could get jealous to say the least but he's never come off this… Intense. "Listen, baby, I don't want you talking to him okay? I think that's a simple request and I expect you to follow it. Am I clear?"

The silence that followed Chan's question seemed to worsen the situation almost instantly, slamming his hands against the wall he inches closer to her until they are practically sharing the same breath. "Am I fucking clear, y/n?"

"Yes." Her answer is firm and rushed, it's also a lie. She knew that if Hyunjin were to message her, she'd answer. How could she not? Their friendship goes so far back it would just be rude to ignore him.

"Good, pet." Backing away from her Chan turns his attention towards the living room. "I'm Ordering thai, I'll get your usual "

Y/n stood there, shaken and silent as she watched Chan walk away. Little did she know that Hyunjin had seen the whole thing, it was moments like these that he was thankful for installing those nano-cameras a year ago. It was times like these that Hyunjin was tempted to burst through the front door and save her from him, but he knew he had to wait just a little longer.

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"Who's that?" Y/n's phone chime triggered Chan to speak for the first time in almost two hours. The two had been sitting in the living room in silence flipping through channels until they came across a Criminal Minds marathon. Pressing her home button, y/n checks her phone then shrugs her shoulders seconds after.

"Just an Instagram notification. " Her gaze settles back onto the TV screen but Chan's is fixed on her.

"Are you sure about that?" Y/n's eyes quickly meet Chan's before she averts her gaze to his chest.

"Yes, Chris, I am sure." Her tone, that's what did it. That's what got him started, what caused the corners of his lips to curve into a cynical smile. The violent exhale that followed caused y/n to squirm in her seat a bit, fear bubbling in her stomach.

"I thought I just told you..." Lifting himself and swiftly leaning over y/n like a shadow, Chan grasps the front of her neck and pushes her head back slightly cutting off her air supply. "I don't fucking like liars, and yet, here we are.

The small gasps that y/n managed to let out filled the room along with the noise of a car commercial on the TV. Chan's eyes bore into hers like he was searching for something he hasn't been able to find for years. Like he was waiting for her to look the least bit sorry. Releasing his grip on her neck he swings his arm and the back of his hand sweeps across her cheek harshly causing y/n to shift in her seat. Grabbing a handful of hair he pulls her head back to look him in the eyes and his disturbing yet amused face has shifted to an icy stare.

"How many times am I going to have to telling you the same fucking thing?" His voice was calm yet bitter. "Do I have to beat it into you? Maybe fuck you into submission? Solitary confinement, maybe."

Y/n's heart was beating at nearly a million beats per second but that was nothing compared to Hyunjin's. The sound of Chan's words rang through his head like a church bell. Today was the day that he had to go and save her. Before he knew it he was out of his car and across the street. The sound of y/n whimpering spilled from the cracked window and he used that as his green light. It was almost like he could hear her calling his name in each cry.

Using his copy of the key that he made, Hyunjin busted into the apartment closing the door behind him and rushing to the living to find a half dressed y/n with red marks in a uniform pattern down her back. Her tear littered face turned to look up at him and he felt his heart flutter and sink all at once.

"What the fuck are --" before Chan could finish his sentence Hyunjin had charged at him. Hands balled into fists and ready to fire. Pinning Chan to the ground, Hyunjin had the upper hand for a while. Landing punches in places that were sure to bruise later and remind Chan of this day, this moment.

"What the…" Y/n's voice trailed off into a whisper of silence as she crawled away from the altercation scrambling to her feet. She watched, confused and in pain from the punishment that Chan administered seconds ago.

Chan managed to push Hyunjin off of him and land a strong punch to his nose. The two scrambled to stand and stood across from each other, smirking.

"How fucking dare you touch her like that." All Chan did was chuckle darkly and shake his head slightly.

"I was wondering what it would take for you to come out of hiding." Hyunjin's eyes widened, he knew?

"Now what? Gonna save the day? Take her from me and run away to the land of butterflies and rainbows? " Chan glares at Hyunjin with a cocky grin as he wipes the blood from his nose.

"You don't deserve her, it's me that she needs. I'd never harm her, that's all you seem to know how to fucking do." Chan claps sarcastically causing Hyunjin to snarl aggressively.

"How sweet, but you're missing one key piece…" taking a step closer to Hyunjin, Chan sticks his hands in his pockets. "I'm not letting her go. She's mine, she belongs to me. I won her before you did and I don't plan on letting her go anytime--"

"I'll take her from you, I know her better. I can love her better than you ever imagined you could. " Turning around to face a frightened y/n, Hyunjin smiles. "Baby, let me finally take care of you… I've been here everyday since senior year waiting for you."

"W- what do you mean everyday? You've been.. in my house?" Y/n's visible trembling breaks Hyunjin's heart but he's too far past his capacity of emotional vulnerability to aid her at the moment.

"Of course, Darling, I've been here all along. Watching you sleep, eat, and get hurt by this monster. Now is finally my chance to protect you from him. I'll do whatever I have to do to get you away from him."

"Kill me, that's what you'd have to do. And even then I'd find a way." Hyunjin and Chan stare at each other almost as if it's a game and y/n is the prize.

"Murder, eh? I can do that."

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