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Yandere Yakuza - Valentine's Special
Romance is in the air and a certain yakuza is keen to teach you all about Valentine's traditions in Japan. Word Count: 4.2k Male Yandere x Fem Reader Mini Sequel to Yandere! Yakuza
As a hostess, you've been looking forward to Valentine's Day. Guests are notorious for spending big and tipping even bigger when romance is in the air.
One problem though. Your yakuza boyfriend does not approve.
"You don't have to work on Valentine's. My Family owns the club. I should get a say."
You ignore his complaining and the arms wrapped around your waist. You're focused on your makeup and no handsome, dangerous yakuza is going to distract you.
He changes tactics. "Onegaiya de? [Please?] Pretty please?"
You sigh and reach up to run your fingers through his hair. "Of course I want to stay home with you. But I need money. If you've forgotten, my brother still owes you. And besides, the house mother told me to come in today."
He frowns. "Naze? [Why?]"
"I'm very good at my job, that's why."
You manage to finish both your lashes and your lipstick before he speaks up again.
"Kurabu ni issho ni ikimasu. [I'm coming with you to the club.]"
You aren't surprised. It seems like he spends all his free time as your customer. As though being in a relationship isn't enough. As though he wants to have you both during and after work.
You turn and plant a kiss on his cheek. You leave behind a lipstick mark that he's in no hurry to wipe off. "If you want to spend all your money on me, I'm definitely not going to complain."
He grins in that lazy way of his and loops his arms fully around your waist. "Anata wa watashi no kanojodesu [you're my girl]. Who else would I spend my cash on?"
He drives you to work with one hand on your thigh. It gives you butterflies - the warmth of his skin bleeding through the fabric of your dress, the way he sometimes squeezes the meat of your leg like he subconsciously wants to remind himself that you're still there.
When he opens the car door for you, he brushes his lips past your ear. "Got a real nice surprise for you later."
You stop and pretend to fix your heels so you can look up at him through your lashes. "Is it the same surprise as last time? Because I loved that one."
Big, scary guy that he is, you think you can still see him swallow and freeze when you look up at him like that. He takes you hand and steadies you but the eyes that trace over your body are hooded, unreadable. "Not what I had in mind this time, no."
He inhales sharply when you step past him and 'accidentally' brush your hand over his belt.
"Too bad," you say, "I love that thing you do with your tongue."
It takes him a second to catch up with you. When he does, he wraps his arm around your waist and hisses in your ear.
"Anta, ijiwaruya na. [You unbearable tease]."
You can't help but smile. Personally, you'd describe yourself as an unbearable, romantic tease. It being Valentine's and all.
You're honestly looking forward to spending your shift with him. Even though he's started calling himself your kareshi, he still doesn't talk about himself much. You're not offended by it. There are a thousand little ways you've pieced together his past. The way he likes his sake hot and the way he turns his nose up at high end sushi, the way he holds his cigarette when he smokes and the way he can flick a match on his thumb. It all tells you a bit more than he'd probably like you to know. And each date you go on, each shift that he spends entirely focused on you, is just another opportunity for you to untangle the mystery that is your yakuza.
Unfortunately, the boss has other plans. You don't even get a chance to sit down before one of the other enforcers pulls him aside. He frowns at whatever the man is saying and then quickly presses a kiss to your forehead.
"Gomen ya de, daisukinahito. Shigotoya nen. [Sorry love. Gotta work]."
He's out the door before you can even object. The house mother narrows in on your table and less than a minute later she has a client seated across from you. She's built a habit of trying to cram as many customers into your schedule as possible when your boyfriend isn't around to steal you away. You can almost admire her dedication.
The first client of the night is a salaryman already happily flushed with drink. He tips you well, buys you several rounds of expensive drinks and gives you a drunken kiss on the cheek before he leaves. A very typical Valentine's date.
You get through a few more without any issues. Mostly businessmen not willingly to go home to an empty apartment. Your wallet gets noticeably fatter after each one. It's long past midnight when things finally go sour.
You're touching up your lipstick when the yakuza walk through the door. You can tell what they are at first glance. And worse, you know these aren't the usual guys.
You expect trouble. You aren't sure when you developed an instinct for yakuza business, but you know that the newcomers most definitely aren't part of the Family.
You try and watch them as subtly as you can. One of the regular enforcers goes up to meet them and - surprisingly - leads them to the back of the club.
The group passes right next to you. You keep your eyes on your compact and lipstick like you've never seen anything quite so interesting as YSL Loveshine. At the last second you look up, and straight into the eyes of a bleached blonde gangster with a mean smile. He must have been looking at you already, because he shoots you a playboy wink.
On instinct, you bow your head. Even if they weren't your Family, it wasn't a good idea to be caught lacking in respect.
When they're finally gone, you sigh in relief. Talk about scary. Those guys looked like their favourite pastime was baseball; the faces and knee cap variety.
You're about to get up and take your break when something makes you look over your shoulder. The blonde yakuza is leaning against the wall just outside the staff-only door. And looking straight at you.
Oh, please not today. You already have one yakuza in your bed and almost constantly blowing up you phone. You want absolutely nothing to do with Mr Tall, Blonde and Evil.
No such luck. He says something to the enforcer next to him and beelines towards you. Eyes locked on yours.
He slides in next to you - not across where a client would normally sit. You shift over to make room for him and wonder if there's something in the water that makes you particularly noticeable to men with a nicotine and tattoo addiction.
"Omae, jitto mi teruyan ka. Na n ya, kiniitta n kai, kawaī ko. [I noticed you staring. Like what you see, pretty girl?]"
His voice is raspier than your boyfriend's. And meaner too.
You can just...pretend to not speak Japanese. But one look at the blond's sharp, lazy smile tells you he'll know you for a liar the second you open your mouth.
"Omaeni mo onaji ko to kiitē wa, ikemen-san. [I could ask you the same thing, pretty boy.]"
He laughs, "She's got an attitude! Not scared of a big, scary yakuza?"
"Are you supposed to be telling me that about yourself?" You lean your chin on your palm and tilt your head. "What if I'm a cop?"
"Then you can put me in handcuffs right now." He let's his eyes roam down your body. "I'll happily do whatever you want, officer."
Okay. Pervert yakuza number two added to your collection. Could you get out of this somehow? A client is a client but you don't want to be next to him any longer than necessary.
"Don't you want a girl who can speak Japanese? I'm still not very good."
"What I want? We won't really be talking if we do what I want."
He pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket and lights one with an easy flick of his lighter. He inhales deeply and let's the smoke out of his nose, like a dragon.
"You got a boyfriend?"
That really does seem to be the first question these guys ask you. What happened to 'how are you?' and 'here's a fat stack of cash, do you want it?'
"Yes." You shrug, like this is just a casual conversation with another client and not a rival with a gun under his suit jacket. "He's part of the Family."
"Wakatta wa. [I see]." He offers you a pull of his cigarette. You almost decline, but you look into his eyes - a dark hazel - and realise what a bad idea that would be.
He holds your gaze as he presses the cigarette against your lips. You pull on it as lightly as you can, the tip flaring a bright orange.
It burns your throat and you turn away from him to cough out the smoke. God, that stuff is awful. Why the hell is your man always lighting one if this is what they taste like?
When you turn back to him, the yakuza is studying the cigarette. Your lipstick left a stain on the filter. Slowly, he brings it to his lips and covers the place where your own lips were. He pulls in deeply and tilts his head back, eyes closed.
"Sweeter than normal," he breathes.
Nope. Nope. Nope. It's flattering really, but you aren't an idiot. You don't want your boyfriend's rival sitting so close to you, you don't want him looking at you with eyes like liquid honey and you most definitely don't want him calling you sweet.
If you could telepathically summon your boyfriend, you would. Unfortunately, he's busy with whatever it is they took him off to do, and you're stuck making conversation with a man who's arm keeps inching tighter and tighter around your shoulders.
You try to stand up and excuse yourself, but he wraps a palm around your thigh and pulls you back down without even trying.
"I need to pee," you tell him. He grins, cigarette casting his features in shadow.
"Perfect. I'm really thirsty."
Alright then. Ultimate host club perv discovered. It's almost a relief. You were worried your boyfriend would continue to hold that unenviable title.
You're about to say something - probably along the lines of it would go down even better with a vodka chaser - when your boyfriend finally arrives. You can tell it's him by the way he let's the door almost slam shut behind him. (You've tried working on that but every time you bring it up, he just says that you're so cute when you're bossy and won't you please take that tone with him later tonight?)
The blonde must have followed your line of sight, because his grip gets just a little tighter on you. "That your boyfriend?"
He's already heading toward your table and his frown spells trouble.
"Yep." You wonder if the blonde would listen to you if you tried to warn him away. You doubt it.
Your yakuza's hair is messy and his sleeves are still rolled to his elbows. He must have come straight from whatever job he got called away for.
He stops right in front of you, his arms crossed.
"Times up," he says simply. "Her shift is over."
The blonde takes another pull from his cigarette. "This your girl?"
Your boyfriend tenses, "Un. Kanojo wa watashi no monodesu. [Yeah. She's mine]."
You can almost feel the room getting colder. Your boyfriend flicks his eyes at the other yakuza standing at the back of the club.
"What are you doing here?"
"Boss had business with your side of things. Said I could throw back. Sample the goods." Blondie runs his palm up your thigh. "I'd have risked coming over ages ago, if I knew you had such cute pieces."
Your boyfriend narrows his eyes. "Times. Up. She's got another date waiting."
The blonde yakuza makes a show of looking at his wristwatch. "Looks like I've still got five more minutes."
"Your watch is late." Every word is bitten off and curt. You've seen him serious before, but never like this. Is this what he's like when he's working?
It's easy to forget his job when he's sprawled in your bed with his head on your chest, muttering about letting him sleep for five more minutes. It's easy to forget that he's a gangster who breaks faces for a living. That he's dangerous.
After tonight, you don't think you'll ever forget that fact. It's terrifying to be across from him, even if his glare isn't directed at you.
The moment stretches - taut, awfully tense. Finally, the blonde breaks.
"Tch. I've got shit to do anyway."
He stands up - and just when you're about to sigh in relief - kisses you right on the mouth. You jerk backwards, more surprised than anything else.
He straightens and runs his fingers over his lips. "Even sweeter than I thought."
You scramble out of the booth and grab your boyfriend's arm before he can do anything stupid. The muscles under your palms are already coiled tight and you're terrified to see what might happen if that strength is unleashed.
You bow in a quick, half hearted way. "O jikan o itadaki arigatōgozaimasu. [Thank you for your time]."
And then you're dragging your man out of the club before he can muster any objections.
It's only when the cold February wind is kissing your cheeks that you dare to look over at him. He's looking back at the club, eyes narrowed.
"How long?" he asks quietly.
"Barely even ten minutes," you half lie. "Really. He didn't do anything until you showed up, I promise."
You tug at his hand. "It's late. Let's go home, please?"
He finally looks at you, eyes flat and face blank. That scares you even worse than if he was frothing at the mouth and swearing.
"Alright," he says mechanically, "Let's go home."
Usually you take the train to work or he drives you. So when he starts walking, you don't immediately realise the streets are all wrong. His car is nowhere to be seen.
Even though Spring isn't that far off, this late at night the city is still icy. You wrap your arms around yourself and it doesn't take him long to notice.
"Koko. Kore o kite kudasai. [Here. Wear this]." He pulls off his suit jacket and drapes it across your shoulders. It smells like him - cologne and cigarettes. You aren't sure when, but at some point that scent became the one you associated with safety, with home.
It's quiet. You can't exactly ask him what work he did while he was gone and you most definitely aren't going to mention the club again.
He's the one who finally breaks the silence. "Purezento o moraimashita. [I got you a present]."
He did mention that earlier.
"Can I guess what it is?"
That earns you a half smile."Mochiron. [Sure]."
"Chocolate."
"No. Not this time."
"Hmm... Flowers?"
"They make you sneeze."
True. But what else would he have bought you for Valentine's?
"A puppy?"
He doesn't immediately reply. Eventually, "I really didn't think about that one. Do you...want a puppy?"
You first instinct is to say yes. Who wouldn't want a puppy? Despite having him, your brother, and your friends from the club, Japan is still a lonely place for you. A puppy would remind you of home.
But it would also make Japan your new home. In a way you aren't sure you want. In your mind, it still feels like you'll leave soon, be gone next week or next month, when this debt issue is settled. Even your boyfriend feels temporary. This isn't your country.
"No," you say eventually, "Not yet."
He must be thinking along the same lines as you because at your reply, his smile thins and he looks away from you.
"Nande ya, ano ko ni inu demo kattaro ka. Muriyari ore to ora setaru wa. [Shoulda got her a damn puppy. Force her to stay with me]."
You don't understand Japanese well enough to understand him when he changes his dialect. He manages a smile.
"Not a puppy either. Do you give up?"
You hate losing. You pull his jacket tighter around yourself. "...Yeah I give up."
He slows to a stop."Mewotojite. [Close your eyes]."
He takes your hand in his and lays something in your palm. You open your eyes to see a diamond necklace on a bed on midnight blue velvet. And it's definitely diamond - even in the neon soaked streets of the Red Light District, it sparkles. You gasp.
You're almost scared to touch it. It looks beyond expensive. Like something you pass in a store window and tell yourself maybe someday.
"You like it?"
You look up at him, eyes wide. "It's incredible. I've never... I've never owned something this beautiful."
He looks beyond smug. He plucks it out of the box and in one smooth move has it around your throat. His fingers brush the nape of your neck as he fastens the clip.
If you were on you own, you'd never dare to wear it out on the street. But only a colossal idiot would try and grab it off your neck when there was an armed yakuza right next to you. You shouldn't feel safer in the company of a criminal, but you do. God help you, you do.
He presses a kiss against your temple."Watashi no gārufurendo ni totte saikō no mono dake.[Only the best for my girl]."
It scares you a little - how much he's willing to spend on you. How are you supposed to repay a gift like this?
"Ie ni kaerimashou.[Let's go home]," he coos in your ear.
You laugh and loop your arm through his. "Want me to show you exactly how much I love my gift?"
"Yes." His voice is low and almost strained. "God yes."
It's only when you're halfway down the street that you remember you have something for him too.
"Oh! I almost forgot!" you spin away from him and dig through your handbag. "Ta-da! A hostess at work was telling me that it's usually the girls who give gifts on Valentine's."
You hand over the chocolate you bought him. It's a thick slab with Turkish delight in the centre. You've stuck a plethora of pink and red hearts to the box, each one with a sappy little quote in the centre.
You feel a little silly giving a gift like this to a yakuza of all people. But you also want to do something for your boyfriend, even if it is sickeningly romantic.
You picked up on him liking Turkish delight when your brother bought you a box, and it was mysteriously empty when you got home that day. Your yakuza claimed he didn't touch it, but he tasted suspiciously like rose candy when you kissed him.
He takes it from you carefully. "For me?"
You stand on your toes and loop your arms around his neck.
"Will you be my Valentine?"
He's quiet for a moment or two, looking at you like he just can't understand you. Finally, he pulls you into him and buries his face in your neck. He takes a deep breath, but when he speaks his voice is just a bit unsteady.
"Of course I'll be yours. Ore wa zutto omae no mon'ya de. [I'll always be yours.]"
A man with a rap sheet as long as a CVS receipt, and somehow he's yours.
You pull him closer against you. "Thank you. For taking care of me. For helping me out when you had no reason to."
He hums quietly against your neck. "Nan demo surude, honma ni nan demo. [I'll do anything for you. Anything]."
He pulls away and something in his face tells you he's just had an idea. He peels the hearts off the box and carefully folds them into his pocket. He breaks off a piece of chocolate and holds it up to your mouth.
You're immediately suspicious of the smirk on his face, but you oblige and let him prop the chocolate between your lips. He leaves a piece sticking out of your mouth and before you can bite it off, he leans forward and does it for you. His hand slips around the nape of your neck to keep you still.
His lips barely brush yours.
He pulls away looking extremely satisfied. You've kissed him so many times already but your heart doesn't care. You can hear your blood rushing through your ears.
"Sweet," he runs his thumb across your bottom lip and then presses it against his tongue. "Just how I like it."
Damn him for a devil and a half. It's so totally unfair how giddy and nervous he makes you feel.
He nods at the building behind you. "Good thing we're already home."
"Home?" Is this his apartment? He never brings you to his apartment.
He leads you to the elevator and to your surprise has to use a key card to access the highest floor. The buildings in this part of town are cramped for space but when the elevator dings open, it does so in a broad corridor lined with heavy doors. He must be earning much more than you realised, to have a place like this.
He pauses on the threshold.
"Gotta carry you in. It's tradition."
"Only if we're newlyweds."
"Not true," He blatantly lies, hands drifting down your back. "Brings you luck for the rest of the year."
Before you can object, he sweeps his arm under your knees and scoops you up bridal style.
"Risuku wa toritakunai de. Un wa zenbu hoshī wa. [Not taking any chances. I want all the luck I can get]."
You don't get to see much of his loft-style apartment before he drops you on his bed. One knee already pressing into the mattress next to your waist.
He drops his head down to kiss the column of your throat.
"You'll be wearing nothing except your necklace when I'm done with you," he promises, voice already dropping to a slurred, needy growl.
Oh my. That's a new one. And you always took him for the lacy lingerie type.
You tug at his shirt but with one twist of his hand, he catches both your wrists. "No. You first."
"Impatient aren't we?"
His hands are already skimming down your back and unzipping your dress.
"Oh you have no idea how patient I'm being."
His lips dip past your collarbones and then lower still. You arch against his chest, breathless.
At the last second he pulls away. You practically whine.
"Move in with me."
You blink. "What?" Is he really asking you this while you're in your bra and panties? And when there are much better things to do with his mouth?
"You heard me. Maiban beddoni ite hoshī. [I want you in my bed everynight]."
You frown. Wouldn't it be dangerous? More dangerous than working in a yakuza club and sharing his bed already was?
His grip on you tightens. He isn't smiling anymore. "You're my girl. You should stay with me. Not your brother. And sure as hell not on your own."
"I-"
He slides down your body until his head is between your thighs. "Good. I'll get someone to move your things tomorrow."
"Wait, I didn't say -" He does something with his tongue that makes you gasp and arch your back.
"No more objections?" he mocks. You're too breathless to answer.
"Ēyan. Kikitakatta kotoya wa. [Good. Just what I want to hear]."
He's awake long before sunrise. You're still curled under his sheets, lovebites littered across your neck.
He didn't give you a chance to notice them last night, but there's a bouquet of roses waiting for you on the nightstand.
He leans in the balcony door, cigarette smoke curling between his teeth. Just watching you.
His girl. His to touch. His to have. His to hold and keep.
Do you have any idea how lucky you are that it was him you ran into that night? If it was anyone else sent to collect your brother's debt, they'd have just left you to drown under the mountain of interest. Let it get so bad that you couldn't possibly pay your way out and then offer you a job at a soapland. Hell, that was his plan too when he first laid eyes on you. Pretty thing like you would have made a fortune as a yūjo.
But then you went and made him fall for you. It's selfish of him to want you. He knows it's dangerous to have you on his arm. That blonde bastard from last night was proof enough. He knows, and still...
You can't expect a criminal to be selfless. You can't show him something precious and expect him to let it go.
"My girl." He exhales a cloud of smoke and leans his head back. "Gonna make you my wife someday. You just don't know it yet."
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JJK Men when they're OBSESSED with You.
featuring: Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Choso, Sukuna, Toji
a/n: just some fluffy (and not so fluffy) headcanons of the jjk men being smitten for you. enjoy ♡
Nanami Kento
Pretends he’s not obsessed, but it’s so obvious in the way he adjusts his entire schedule around you. (You’re the one thing in his life that doesn’t follow a schedule, but he can always make time for you.)
Knows things about you that you don't even remember telling him. Your childhood pet’s name? Your favorite snack from five years ago? The exact way your face twitches when you try not to laugh? He doesn’t just notice, he catalogs it in his mind.
Fixes problems before you even notice them. Something at work stressing you out? Magically resolved. Bills piling up? Suddenly paid. Annoying guy won’t stop texting you? He handled it. (Should you be worried...?)
“I wouldn’t call it obsession. I’d call it making sure you’re taken care of.”
Geto Suguru
The smoothest obsession. He’s calm, calculated, and charming, but know that everything he does is meant to draw you deeper into his orbit.
Lowkey stalks you… but in a way that seems completely normal. Oh, you’re going to that cafe? He just happens to be there too. Oh, you’re walking home? Well, what a coincidence, so is he.
Has a way of making you feel like you’re the only person who understands him, like you’re his one exception in a world full of disappointments. Always treats you like you’re a rare, delicate thing.
“I wouldn’t say I’m obsessed. But I would say that I’ve considered every possible way to make sure you never leave my side.”
Choso
The softest obsession. Absolutely no self-awareness about how deep it runs. He just thinks it’s normal to want to be with you all the time, to always position himself within arm’s reach, to instinctively follow you whenever you leave a room.
Textbook definition of loyalty. If someone so much as raises their voice at you, he’s already on his feet, ready to throw hands.
Physically incapable of ignoring you. You call his name? He’s already looking at you. You text him? His reply is lighting up your phone screen within seconds.
“I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t I want to be around you all the time?”
Sukuna
Denial, denial, denial. “I don’t give a shit about you.” Meanwhile, he’s threatening to level entire cities if someone so much as looks at you wrong.
Unhinged protectiveness. If you get hurt, he takes it personally. Like, seething about it for days, going on a rampage, killing everyone in his way until he finds who it was that hurt you. (Nobody gets to touch what belongs to the King of Curses and expect to keep their lives.)
Leaves marks on your body - bite marks, handprints, anything to make sure you know you belong to him.
“Be grateful. You’re the only human I’ve ever tolerated this much.”
Toji Fushiguro
Possessive as hell, but in a lazy, confident way, because he knows you’re his. No need to fight for you when he’s already won.
“Where do you think you’re going?” said with a smirk, as he hooks an arm around your waist and yanks you onto his lap.
Teases you constantly but never lets anyone else get away with it. Someone makes a joke at your expense? He’s already cracking his knuckles.
Doesn’t say he’s obsessed, but you can tell from the way his touch is always on you. A hand at the back of your neck, his fingers brushing against yours, his lips grazing your ear when he talks.
“You’re mine. End of story.”
Gojo Satoru
He memorizes everything about you, down to the way your voice sounds when you’re tired, the exact scent of your shampoo, and the way your heartbeat changes when you’re nervous.
Throws his money around just to keep you comfortable. "It’s not spoiling you, it’s basic human decency," he insists as he books an entire first-class cabin just so you can nap peacefully.
Acts ridiculously nonchalant, but the moment someone else shows interest in you, he gets so petty it’s unbelievable. (Flashing his six eyes while standing behind you just to glare at the person, making you wonder why every stranger you talk to always hastily ends the conversation and runs away.)
“Obsession? That’s a strong word. I just happen to think about you every waking moment of my day.”
(Psst by the way, if you liked this there are more gojo fics and drabbles waiting for you on my blog! 🤭)
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'𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠'
𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 • Ever the light sleeper Toji quickly wakes up to you slipping the covers off him. His ire turns to interest when you divulge your lewd intentions of sucking his cock.
𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 • 2.6k
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Quietly setting down Toji's bitter, black coffee on your side table. You climb into bed, carefully slipping your comforter, revealing Toji’s chiseled, fat pecs, and his deeply contoured abs.
Toji grabs your blanket, grumbling, shifting from his side onto his back. You freezing, waiting for Toji to settle and his grasp to loosen. Seconds trickle by of you freely admiring him.
His thin, dark eyebrows furrowed above narrow, almond-shaped eyes. Which are lightly lined by his ever-present dark circles. Dark, bold hickeys trail between Toji's sharply defined clenching jaw and prominent collarbones. There are more scattered on his pecs.
Loosening his grip, slipping his hand beneath his pillow. Sleep roughens Toji’s deep and otherwise smooth voice. “Whatcha ya want?” Opening his eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald green. Toji's lips scar deepens with his sleepy, cocky half-smirk.
Desperately mewling, “Need you Daddy.” Gliding your fingertips down his hard abdomen. “I’m soaking through my panties, been thinking of your cock since I woke up. Couldn’t keep my hands to myself much longer.” Gathering your comforter to the side by the wall and window.
Toji pushes himself up, stuffing more pillows behind himself. You settle between Toji's muscular thighs, whilst he reaches for his coffee. "How badly does my future baby mama need me? " You push aside the curtains of your bedside window. Showing the forest composing your backyard.
Casting golden light across the bed. Gliding your fingers along the deep middle line of Toji's abdomen. Tracing down towards his v-line, whilst he sips on his coffee. Grasping Toji's heavy cock, too thick for your fingers to wrap around.
You croon, "You've been pressing your naked body against me all night. Been driving me crazy Daddy. Need you so badly I can't think of doing anything else but being your cum-filled cock-sleeve." Holding him upright, kissing the ridged line of Toji's cockhead whilst fondling his balls.
Gliding his fat head into your mouth, swirling your tongue. Toji falters, groaning, "That's it princess. You're hot, wet mouth 's so good. Fuckin' take Daddy deeper, know ya can." Bobbing your head, taking most of Toji’s heavy, fat cock. One of his thick veins glides along your flattened tongue.
Relaxing your mouth, deep-throating most of Toji. Swirling your hand around the rest you can't fit. Groaning his hips buck from the vibrations. You gently massage your fingers into his warm, squishy balls.
There's a clink of the mug hitting the side table. Looking up at Toji's handsome face. A crease forms between his thin furrowing brows. His lips form the perfect o. Your pussy throbs from Toji's raw groans, and breathy, deep moans.
"Ngh fuck princess! Deep throat Daddy's cock. Good girl, you're so fucking sexy." Hungrily watching you with emerald eyes.
Jerking his hip, trying to follow your lips as you slide him out with a pop. Gliding, twisting your fist along Toji's veiny, thick cock. Swiping your thumb over his head, smearing his pre-cum.
You croon, "You're leaking so much Daddy, your balls must be full of so much cum." Letting go of Toji's balls, wrapping your lips around him. Swirling your tongue around his fat, warm sack. Pumping your fist faster, as Toji digs his heels into your bed.
Groaning with a mouthful of Toji's balls. "Gonna give you every drop princess. After I finish my coffee I'm going to stuff your beautiful soaking wet, little cunt." You let go of Toji's balls, kissing them.
Protesting, "You haven't even taken more than a few sips." Holding Toji's heavy cock upright, spitting on his cock. Slipping your head between your thighs. Gliding your fingertips through your wet lips. Gathering your slick which you smear on your clit with each stroke.
Toji rests his large, heavy hand on top of your head, rhetorically wondering, "How can I? I'm too busy enjoying your hot, wet, pretty mouth on my cock and balls." You're suckling his cockhead, the salty taste of Toji's pre-cum coating your tongue.
Gliding him deeper into your mouth. Gagging, your throat squeezes his cock. Thrusting his hips up, pushing your head down. Forcing the last two, fat inches of his cock into your mouth.
Rubbing your clit faster, choking on Toji's cock getting you off. Tears blur the sight of Toji's pleasure-drunk expression. Earning a deep, raspy moan from Toji,
"Wanna see those pretty tears, cry for me, princess. Cry 'cause Daddy's cock is too big for your little mouth." Holding your head still with both large hands. Toji splays his fingers out, reaching your temple and your jaw.
Planting his feet on the bed, fervently thrusting his hard cock into the wet, warmth of your mouth. Spit drips down your chin. Trembling from the pleasure of rubbing your clit.
Toji groans, "That's it mama." Whilst fat tears trickle down your face, dripping onto him. Pulling you off his cock, grasping his length, pumping it with his large fist. Your breathing is heavy, as quick as you try to steady before divulging,
"Need you to fuck me till I squirt! I wanna cum so hard on your cock. Daddy you always make my pussy feel so good, it's so much better when you make me cum with your cock." Toji lightly taps his cock on your lips.
"S' that right princess? Do you need to cum on Daddy's cock?" You lightly press one finger after another into his squishy balls. Repeating the process at a steady, smooth pace.
You eagerly plead with Toji, "Wanna be full of Daddy's cock and cum. Please let me cum on your fat, veiny cock." Toji grabs his coffee as you glide his cock deep into your throat. Groaning before he could take a sip.
Pulling you off his cock, insisting, "If you want more of my cock then you're gonna have't be a good girl for me and ride my thigh. Put on a beautiful show n' let me see how stunning you are cumming while I drink my coffee." You slip his cock out, which falls onto his balls with a soft plop.
Leaning forward, kissing his cheek. Splaying your fingers on his chest, groping his fat pecs. You straddle his thigh, whilst reassuring him with,
"I'll be good and clean up my mess afterward." Toji grabs your hip, encouraging you to grind your clit on his brawny thigh, smearing your slick on his thigh. You're mewling and moaning with every shift of your hips.
Toji groping your cheek, letting you set your own zealous pace whilst keeping you steady. "You going to lick my cock clean after I make you squirt mama?" Holding onto Toji's muscular bicep digging in your nails.
Sliding your other hand down his abdomen, towards his cock slipping your hand underneath, cupping his balls. "Cock and balls, won't miss a single spot Daddy." Lightly fondling them in your palm.
Toji kisses your forehead. "That's my good girl." Rocking your hips faster, desperate for that tingling high of cum. Leaning forward putting more pressure on your sensitive clit.
He glides his large hand up from your ass, over your hip. "You're hot grinding your super soaker pussy on my thigh. Can't wait to have your soft little cunt gripping my cock, making such a mess." Caressing up your side to your breasts. Swiping his thumb over your nipple.
There is a pleasurable from the roughness of his finger. Calloused from years of fighting, and labor on your soft nipple pushing you closer towards cumming. "I want your cock right after this, I don't care if it's too much. I need to feel you fucking my cervix. Nnng Daddy fill my soaking cunt with more cock than I can handle." Toji's cock is drooling pre-cum onto your hand.
Grasping his head, swirling your thumb over his wet head, smearing his pre-cum around. Whilst Toji takes a huge gulp of his coffee. Lightly wrapping his thick fingers around your neck.
You mewl one last plea, "I'll be a good girl and take it all! I'm so close please fuck me Daddy!" Pushing the last bit of air out of your lust. Whilst he gradually applies pressure to your neck.
Toji flexes his thigh, the muscles hardening underneath your clit. Any cries you wouldn't he stifles, leaving you soundless with your mouth hanging open. Your eyes roll back as intense ecstasy overwhelms you as you cum.
Roughly setting his mug down, Toji snaps, "Fuck the rest of my coffee. Have't fuck your beautiful ass now." He pushes you off his thighs. Pinning you to the bed as you thoughtlessly, instantly spread your legs for him.
Rutting his hips, rubbing your clit with his fat, warm cockhead. "Good girl, spreading your legs so quickly for me." Lining himself up, "Gonna make you my baby mama." Loosening his grasp as he thrusts his cock past your puffy lips.
Clenching down on him, your pussy barely spreading to let him in. "I fucking love it when she's too tight to let me in, all sensitive and sloppy from cumming." Grabbing your thighs, pressing your folded legs to the mattress in a firm mating press. Toji leans his weight onto you, gliding himself deeper with a harsh push.
Mewling, "Too big, don't stop." Holding onto Toji, scratching his back, pulling his hair.
He grunts, "Your squishy, beautiful little pussy just barely fits me. Want me to fuck her loose with my fat cock till you're dripping my cum?" You can acutely feel every puffy vein, along with the ridged bump of his cockhead. Gliding along your g-spot, the heaviness of his cock gives just the right amount of pressure.
It's too erotic, his raspy, deep groans, your squelching cunt, and the slapping of skin. The weight of his heavy balls hitting your cheeks. Whilst his navel swipes your clit with every thrust.
Squeezing his fat cock with your soaking wet cunt. Toji trembles, his cocky smirk dropping into an o. "Oooohhh fuck! Fuck! Princess your beautiful little cunt is too much." Leaning back, swiping your clit with his thumb. Coaxing you towards cumming towards quickly cumming again. Tingling pleasure spreads from your clit, seeping throughout your body overwhelming you.
Babbling, mewling, "Wanna cum! Wanna cum! Needa cum! Daddy! Don't stop!" Toji keeps his rough, quick pace, steady. "Right there!" You're pussy throbs around him. Bursts of intense ecstasy from his cock head rutting against your squishy cervix building a heavy wet pressure.
"You're getting so close she's quivering around me. Cum on your Daddy's cock like a good girl." Those words have you gushing. "Nng love how I can make your pussy cum so quickly." Stroking your clit, fucking you through your high. As you mewl,
“I love you too Daddy!” Quickly Toji pulls out, his muscular frame trembling. Half smirking at you, his green eyes lush with adoration. Whilst he breaths,
“Shit princess! You can't make me cum just yet. Don’t want to stop fucking your hot, squelching little cunt. I fucking love ya so much princess, gonna make me cum saying that shit to me.” Flipping you over, pulling your hips up, and spreading your legs.
Lining himself up, tightly grasping your throat, pulling you back to meet his harsh thrust. “What did you do to me mama? Got me going all soft for you and your little pretty super soaker.” Slapping both your cheeks, jerking away from every heavy, stinging slap.
His hand around your throat keeps you from running away. "You're gonna be a good girl for me and take it." Wrapping his arm around your waist. "Can't run away from me if I hold your ass in the air and fuck my cock into your sweet little cunt." With ease Toji slips off the bed, holding your body to his, his cock buried deep in your cunt.
Holding you in front of your vanity mirror. "You're going to watch how good your little pretty cock sleeve takes my cock." Your pussy flutters at the blurry sight of your smaller body pinned to Toji's brawny sculpted muscular one.
Air trickles into your lungs as Toji lets go of your neck. He grabs you're the back of your thighs, spreading your legs apart. Your pussy flutters from seeing Toji suspending you in a mating press.
There is a thick ring of your juices gathering at the base of Toji's cock. Your face is wet with tears, whilst the inside of your thighs is slick. Matching Toji's glimmering wet cock and balls.
Admiring Toji fervently fucking his cock into your soaking wet cunt. You're beautiful, trembling in his grasp. Wearing a love-drunk, adoring expression akin to his.
"We look so good together don't we princess? Look at what a beautiful mess you are, drunk on my cock." Quickly you wind your arms around him, slipping a hand into his hair. Holding onto him, as Toji's pace gradually picks up momentum.
Fucking his cockhead into your plushy cervix. As if trying to push past into your guts. Toji is so achingly handsome. Pulling himself out till his head is making your lips puffy with his head. Too fat to slip out easily.
Rocking himself deep into your cunt with a loud squelch. It's mouthwatering watching Toji's veiny, pale cock gliding past your lips. The sight of him is nothing compared to how he feels inside of you.
Heavy, thick, soft, hard you could tell the placement of every thick vein whilst he balls deep inside. The part you can't help but obsess over the most is the soft texture of Toji's cock rubbing your sensitive pussy contrasts with how rock-hard he is when you clamp down.
You mewl, "Harder daddy! Fuck me harder!" Prompting him to pin you to the bed. Grasping your ass, which hangs off the bed. Keeping you in a mating press, trapping your legs with his weight as he leans over you.
Toji plants his feet harshly rutting himself into you. Grabbing your hair, pulling your head back, kissing you roughly. Parting your lips, he slips his tongue past, tasting of bitter coffee.
Groaning into Toji's mouth. Getting off on how primal it is to be pinned, spread, and fucked into, unable to wiggle away. He breaks the kiss, drunken confessing,
"Mmnn princess, I fucking love you so damn much. So beautiful, sweet, soft, and wet, I love you so fucking damn much. That's it princess I got ya, gonna spoil you, give you everything you want." Your bed protests, creaking, threatening to break.
You're drunk on Toji, he's everywhere saturating your senses. "Too much!" Breathing in Toji's musky scent of lingering the Sauvage cologne you bought him with his money.
All you could feel is Toji's warm, muscular body pressing against yours. His large hands are on your hips, sinking into the soft crease of your hip.
His cock is too hard, fucking your plush cervix, pain underlines the pleasure. Clawing at the sheets trying to help you psychically comprehend the intensity of Toji. He lets go of your hips, his weight keeping you from running away from his harsh, quick thrusts.
Grabbing your wrists, pinning them above your head. Propping his foot up on the edge of the bed gives Toji a better angle to thrust deeper inside you. His cockhead bruises your cervix with every harsh, quick, bed-rocking thrust.
Toji is fucking you like he hates you and simultaneously groaning sweet nothings. "Princess you're doing so good taking my cock. Relax mama, Daddy 's gonna take care of you. You can take my cock like a good girl." You're squirting on him, thick slick trickling down your thighs. Coating Toji's throbbing cock and drenching his heavy balls.
One of his veins pulses seconds before warm creamy cum trickles inside you. Fucking you through his peak, smearing his cum. "Goddamn mama that was a lot for me good girl." Kissing the top of your head, wrapping your arms around him.
Toji insists "Lemme hold ya whilst I go soft, then eat some breakfast.” Toji grabs your hips lifting you off your bed. Climbing onto the bed settling by the window with his cock buried in you.
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zayne hates the way you look in a hospital bed.
the sheets are too white, the room too sterile, and the iv in your arm makes his stomach twist in ways he won’t admit. you look smaller like this.
too still, too quiet. it doesn’t suit you.
‘you should get some rest,’ he says, his voice even, professional. detached, like a doctor should be. but you know better. you always have.
‘you’re here again,’ you murmur, tilting your head just enough to meet his eyes.
he doesn’t answer. instead, he adjusts the blanket over your shoulders, making sure it covers you properly. it’s a useless gesture because the room is warm, and you’re not shivering.
but he does it anyway.
a ghost of a smile tugs at your lips. ‘you should be more careful, doctor,’ you tease, voice quiet but laced with something familiar, something warm. ‘the others might think i’m your favorite patient.’
he should roll his eyes. scoff. say something sarcastic like he always does. but this time, he doesn’t. instead, he just shakes his head, something unreadable passing through his gaze before he looks away.
for a second, you swear he almost says something. but then he pulls back, his hand leaving your blanket, his presence retreating ever so slightly.
you let it go.
it’s late when he comes back. the overhead lights are dimmed, the quiet hum of machines the only thing filling the room. you’re half-asleep when you hear the soft click of the door, but even in the haze of exhaustion, you know it’s him. you always do.
‘you should go home, zayne,’ you mumble, voice thick with sleep. ‘get some rest.’
‘i was.’ his voice is quiet, careful. ‘didn’t feel right.’
‘you care for me too much.’
‘nonsense,’ he said instead. ‘there’s only way too much or none at all.’
you force your eyes open, blinking up at him. he’s standing at the foot of your bed, hands in his pockets, his coat slightly wrinkled like he’s been running on autopilot all day.
‘zayne—’
‘you said something earlier,’ he interrupts, and there’s something in his tone—hesitation, maybe. or something heavier. ‘about being my favorite patient.’
you let out a tired huff of laughter. ‘what, did it offend you? i can take it back.’
he exhales sharply through his nose, not quite a laugh, but not quite nothing. then, after a beat, he moves closer, just enough for his voice to drop into something barely above a whisper.
‘you’re my most important patient.’
the words settle between you, sinking into the space where exhaustion lingers, where unspoken things have always gone unsaid.
you study him, taking in the way his jaw tightens, the way his fingers flex at his sides like he’s resisting the urge to reach for you.
‘yeah?’ you murmur, softer this time.
his gaze flickers to yours, steady and certain. ‘yeah.’
you don’t say anything after that. but you don’t need to.
instead, your eyes drift to the chair beside your bed. ‘you’re staying, aren’t you?’
he doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. with a quiet sigh, he lowers himself into the chair, shifting slightly to get comfortable. not that he ever will. the chair is stiff, unforgiving, and he’s been running on too little sleep for too many days.
but he doesn’t complain. he never does.
you watch him for a moment longer, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his eyes linger on you even as he leans back.
‘go to sleep,’ he murmurs, closing his eyes. ‘doctor’s orders.’
you want to argue, to tell him he should be the one sleeping somewhere comfortable, but the weight of exhaustion is already pulling you under. the last thing you see before you drift off is zayne, slouched in that uncomfortable chair, his breathing steady, his presence unwavering.
and for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel alone.
because you never knew it. never realized it.
but zayne became a doctor for you.
when you were little and scraped your knee, he was the one who pressed plasters to your skin, his hands careful, his touch gentle. when you sniffled from the sting, he’d ruffle your hair and say, ‘there. all better.’
when you climbed trees too high and got stuck, it was zayne who came running, scolding you under his breath as he helped you back down. and when you fell, because you always fell, he was the one who knelt beside you, wiping the dirt from your palms before you even had the chance to cry.
when you got sick, he was the one who snuck into your house with soup he swore wasn’t that bad, sitting by your bed even when you told him to go home. he would press the back of his hand against your forehead like he had seen adults do, frowning like he could will the fever away just by staying close.
when you started training to be a hunter, he was the one who patched you up after every battle, every wound, every brush with death.
he never once told you to quit, but every time he stitched a cut or wrapped a bandage around your wrist, his hands would linger, as if memorizing every scar.
and now, when the world threatens to break you, he’s still here.
still taking care of you. still choosing to stay.
you wake up hours later, the room still cloaked in soft, early-morning silence. the first thing you notice is the warmth around your wrist.
zayne.
he’s asleep in the chair, his head tilted slightly, dark circles visible beneath his eyes. his hand is wrapped around your wrist, fingers loose but still holding on, like he fell asleep taking your pulse.
like he needed proof that you were still here.
still breathing.
you shift slightly, just enough to tighten your fingers around his. he stirs for only a second but doesn’t let go.
and neither do you.
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More Than Casual?
Summary: After breaking up with Bucky, you thought you'd never see him again. That is, until you're required to make an appearance at one of the future congressman's events.
Part 1: Casual
CAABNW!Bucky x Agent!ExWidow!Reader
“You ready for the event?” Joaquin asks you as he throws a punch.
“What event?” You huff, dodging the right hook.
“Everyone on Cap’s team gets an invite to the White House.” He covers his guard.
“Less talking, more punching!” Isaiah yells from the other side of his training room.
You’d heard about the event being held at the White House but you decided to turn off the TV the second those familiar blue eyes were displayed. It was too early to see the man who still made you shiver.
“Not going.” Is all you say, throwing him a rogue kick with more force than necessary.
“You’re missing out on the event of the year for what? Ordering in pizza?” He laughs, but you take the opportunity to kick the center of his chest, making Joaquin fly across the room.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Isaiah hollers.
You help your partner up. “What if I have plans?”
“Plans?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Are you finally opening your heart to love?”
You roll your eyes, but your heart sinks a little. You’d successfully gone weeks without thinking of him and now, with just a couple of words, he’s back in your mind. Pulling at your heartstrings so tightly it makes your chest cave in.
It wasn’t Joaquin’s fault, he had no idea that the man who’s being honored at the event is the same person who tore your heart to shreds.
“I just don’t feel like going,” you manage to get out. “I much prefer to fight and protect, rather than prance and drink.”
——
“What’s this I hear about you not going to the gala?” Sam casually says a few days later.
You choke on the water you’re drinking.
“That serious, huh?” Sam jokes.
You shake your head. “Doesn’t sound like something that I’d be interested in.”
Your words are careful and strategic. But trying to think of the perfect excuse while your team leader looks at you so inquisitively is almost impossible.
“I’d be nice,” he shrugs. “To go out and support Buck.”
The nickname sends a chill down your spine.
You called him that same name for years, especially when you wanted to tease him. In front of others you’d always referred to him as Sergeant. But in close encounters, especially when you wanted him to plead for something, you’d call him just that. Buck.
It never failed to make you think back to when he was a kid. You’d beg him to see pictures, you knew he had a couple printed out after the rediscovery of the Howling Commandos files.
“You’re looking at the best version of me there is, doll.” He’d always say. “No need to dwell on the past.”
But you knew it was because part of him was always scared to look back. It made him remember he had a life before all of this happened.
“I’m busy that day.” You mutter, picking up the report on the desk.
Sam crosses his arms. “I haven’t even told you when it is.”
You stop in your tracks.
“Is there something else that’s bothering you?” Sam asks carefully. He knows perfectly how to deal with guarded agents. “You can tell me anything, you know that, right?”
You hum.
“So, I hope to see you there, Agent.” Sam narrows his eyes. He doesn’t need to use the words for you to know it’s an order.
You nod your head without another word, leaving the conference room before your anxiety rises more through your body.
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“You’re pretty amped up for someone who didn’t even want to come!” Sam yells over the loud music playing inside the limo sent for you.
You don’t look back at him as you tip the vodka bottle, letting the clear liquid coat your throat.
On any other day, vodka wouldn’t be your liquor or choice but today, you need all the courage I can get. And in terms of fucking you up the fastest, vodka is the way to go.
You can barely feel your heel poking your foot by the time you step out.
Your eyes inadvertently scan every square inch of the room, not looking for anything suspicious but looking for the man who you’ve been dreading seeing.
It’s bad enough his posters are up on every lamp post.
You make a beeline towards the free bar cart, Joaquin hot on your heels.
“Sam sent me over to babysit you,” he leans on the edge of the cart. “You look like you’re having fun.”
“Oh, yeah,” you say sarcastically, sipping on the martini the bartender set for you. “I’m having a blast.”
Both your eyes travel down to the napkin the bartender passes you, his ten-digit phone number neatly scribbled on the paper.
You turn it over without looking at him.
“What happened to opening up your heart to love?” Joaquin whispers, looking back at the bartender.
“I don’t have time for love.” You mutter, swirling the olives in your drink.
He twists the cap on a water bottle before passing it to you. “You’ll never have time for love, if you don’t make time for love.”
“Who died and made you the team’s hopeless romantic?” You eye him.
“Steve.” He shrugs.
Joaquin goes on and on about love but you can’t hear him anymore. Because the second you look over to the other side of the room, there he is.
Time stands still, and your legs threaten to give out.
Bucky’s changed so much since the day you said goodbye forever. His eyes have dulled, turning into a muted blue like the sky on a rainy day. His hair looks polished, but you know better than anyone else he hates how it feels. “I love it when you run your hands through it,” he used to murmur against your lips. “Makes me feel free.” But most importantly, his expression lacks that liveliness it used to have. The wrinkles near his eyes would deepen the second his lips would stretch into a smile. And it almost always came with a: “You have no idea how much I missed you, Doll.”
Unsaid words stretch between you two. Your eyes say all the talking needed.
Bucky’s eyes travel from yours, down to your left hand, where you’d always wear a vibranium bracelet that he’d gifted you. It had pieces of his old arm in it. Bucky used to say that after The Winter Soldier, he wanted nothing to do with him. Until he met you. He liked when you wore it because it reminded him that even with his past, he could still deserve someone as loving as you.
You rub the spot where the bracelet used to lay.
“You don’t deserve me anymore,” you whisper.
“D’you say something?” Joaquin looks up at you.
You shake your head, ripping your eyes away from the man who caused you unspeakable hurt. But not before noticing how his expression hardened as he looked at the man standing next to you.
You recognized it immediately. It’s Bucky’s signature: I want to rip your head off look.
And it had everything to do with the way Joaquin was rubbing your shoulder.
“Torres, we’re friends, right?” Your eyes bounce from Bucky’s azure to your partner’s brown.
“Yeah,” he eyes you suspiciously.
“Could you pretend to be my boyfriend?” You get out before you can regret the words.
Was it immature? Yes.
Did you want Bucky to feel at least one ounce of the hurt you felt? Also yes.
“Why?” Joaquin’s eyebrows furrow.
“I hate these events because, as you can see,” you flip over the napkin with the bartender’s number on it. “Men always get the wrong idea. So, can you just act like you’re my boyfriend?”
“Is this some kind of test Sam put you up to?”
You pinch your lips together. “Sure.”
“Man! I’ve been waiting for an undercover mission,” he shimmies happily.
“But you have to pretend with everyone, okay?” You look back at the future congressman who’s making his way towards the two of you. “And make it believable.”
Joaquin smooths down his lapels. “You got it.”
Not even ten seconds later, Bucky stands between you and Joaquin with a scowl on his face.
"Agents." He looks at both of you like he's done so many times. But now, his gaze holds Joaquin's for a second longer.
"Congratulations." You raise your glass to him.
"I haven't won, yet." He doesn't look away from the brunet to your side.
"By the looks of it, you're going to sweep the floor with all the other old bozos around here." Joaquin smiles, playfully shoving the super soldier's shoulder but he doesn't budge. Not one bit.
"Could I take her away from you, it'll only be a second." Bucky asks like you're Joaquin's property.
You roll your eyes. "You don't have to ask him."
"As your boyfriend," Joaquin not-so-subtly raises his eyebrows at you. "I approve of your parting."
"We're not in the regency era you doofus." You whisper as Bucky leads the way.
"I haven't been anyone's boyfriend in a long time! I don't know how to act!" He whispers back, throwing his hands up.
"What are you doing here?" Bucky asks the second you're away from everybody else.
"Trust me, I didn't want to be here." You let out a dry laugh, pulling a cigarette from your bag and lighting it up.
"I mean, what are you doing here with him?" Bucky narrows his eyes toward your partner. "What's this? A debutant ball for your new relationship?"
"Why would you care, anyways?" You take a drag, liking the way the smoke coats your mouth.
"I don't care-I-I just-" Bucky runs a hand down his face.
"Look James," You watch as his PR guy paces around the ballroom, looking for the man who is standing in front of you. "It's best if you go back inside."
"I can't." He looks down at the floor. "I can't just leave you out here smoking alone."
A genuine laugh rips through you.
"That's the promise you're keeping up?" You raise your brows, laughing harder as his expression tightens. "Out of all the promises you made me, that's the one you're going with."
"This isn't-" He tries but you interrupt him.
"Tell me what this is?" You push for him to spill what you know is on the tip of his tongue. "What? Was this summon a friendly one? Or did you want to bring me out here just so you could see if you still had it? That power you had over me."
"N-no." He stutters over his words.
"I'm happy now, James." You let out more smoke. "And it's killing you to know that."
"I just don't know how you did it!" He finally snaps. "You come here, looking amazing like always, with another man next to you. Acting like what we had was-"
"What we had was casual." You repeat the words he said. "Nothing more."
"Was it?" His blue eyes lock into yours, tumultuous like the sea.
"Yes." You lie.
"Then why do I feel like this?" He runs a hand through his hair, messing up his perfectly combed hair.
"I don't care, Barnes." You drop the end of your cigarette on the floor. Bucky lifts his foot to step on it, just like he'd done a million times before, only for you to do it first.
You turn on your heel but Bucky stops you.
"Whatever we had is in the past, and I intend on keeping it that way." You look at him over your shoulder, hating the way his gaze still makes your heart squeeze and his touch makes your skin heat.
"I should leave, Congressman." You say through gritted teeth. "Wouldn't want to give the wrong impression to all the voters around here. "
Authors Note: Hiiiihi! Thank you so much for the love on pt. 1! As always make sure to like and comment. Alsoooo I posted the first chapter of my book, it's on my page. I'd love it if you guys could give it a read. And if you'd like to support me, make sure to give me a follow on my ig and tiktok: @sophiabazar_author, I'll be posting all book related content on there! I'll be posting chapter 2 soon! If you'd like a part 3 to casual make sure to comment!
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XO ( IF ONLY YOU SAY YES ) 𝕼. ( 심재윤 )
𝓲𝓲 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒𓈒 ( 심재윤 x fem!reader ) ─── ❛ genre ⸝⸝ smut. content warning. pinning, down bad jake, needy reader, oral ( f ), unprotected sex word count. 2k 「 req? ⦂ yes/no 」 library !
synonyms. jake waits for you by your door each night hoping you give him a chance , all you need to do it say yes …
𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ i got inspired by a clip of jake from the behind the scenes of the xo music video.
as you walk down the dingy dim hallway of your apartment building to your door ; you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the boy standing in front of your door. “jake what have i told you about standing in front of my damn door?”
he smiled ; that damn smile that you hated , but secretly loved so much. “that you love it and i should do it everyday?” he smirked , you rolled your eyes. “that it’s annoying as fuck and makes you look like a stalker.” he put his hands up to his chest , like he was hurt. “you hurt me princess.” you glared at him. “stop calling me that , you know i hate it.” you could’ve put your pin in and walked into your apartment , but deep down you think you liked the attention. “jake go into your apartment.”
he pouted. “but i want to talk to you.” you scoffed. “i bet you said the exact same thing to the girl you brought over last night , where you then proceeded to put through your mattress?” his face turned red , he scratched the back of his neck, you laughed finally opening the door. “you forgot i can hear you , your bedroom is right next to mine.” you said , now standing half in the hall , half in your apartment. “what if i wanted you to hear? give you a preview of what could be you if you’d stop playing these cat and mouse games.” now smirking. “like i’d ever get inside your bed , don’t know what kind of fluids are on those sheets.”
“i don’t mind coming over to yours.” he was now standing in front of the door. “go home jake.” you said. “it’s late and i have to work , i don’t have time to deal with you.” you said closing the door. “good night yn!” he screamed through the door , you laughed , rubbing your temples.
the next night it was the same thing; walking to your door, the boy waiting for you. “hello the love of my life.” he smiled. “you look tired.” he said, noticing the sinking look in your eyes. “it was a long day today.” you unlocked your door. “you should let me come over and help ease your stress.” he said , you sighed. “jake.” you stared at him , breaking out into a smile , because you just couldn’t help it. “see i got you to smile.” you shook your head. “jake , go home.” you said walking into your apartment. “this isn’t over!” you shook your head , the boy was crazy , but he was cute.
even when he couldn’t be there he still made a way to bother you; coming home one day to a posted note taped to your door in his words. ‘had to work and couldn't be there to see you today, my love. take a nice bath and think of me while you’re in there’ you scoff , taking the letter into your apartment , sitting it on the table.
jake came home after a late night of work; dragging his bag behind him ready to unlock his door when he got distracted by a bright pink note. he picked it up to read it , smiling ear to ear when he realized who it was from. ‘in your dreams sim jaeyun.’ he looked back at your door , smiling as he made his way back into his apartment.
“you’re in a flirtationship with your neighbor.” your friend said over the video call. “girl what the hell is that?” you laughed , you had randomly explained it to her while you both painted your nails. “it’s so obvious you both want to fuck each other , but one of you , aka you is being a pussy.” she said , you scoffed. “you sound just like him.” you said , she shrugged. “he’s a smart man , is he cute?” you thought for a second. “extremely.” you said. “like one of the most attractive men i’ve ever seen.”
“so clearly you’re attracted to him , what’s holding you back?” she said. “i literally hear him fucking different girls almost every night.” you said. “what do they sound like?” you looked at your friend like she was crazy , that’s because she was. “do they sound like they’re enjoying it.” you thought about it for a second , they did genuinely sound like they were enjoying it , you could often hear their screams of pleasure as you covered your ears. “you know what , i can’t lie they do , he seems to be very good at what he does.”
“see now that should make you want to jump him even more.” she said. “you clearly won’t be disappointed if what you hear from your side of the wall is true and he is some sort of sex god.” she said. “think about it , when’s the last time you’ve gotten a really good fuck?” she said. “yeah it’s been a while.” you scoffed. “you didn’t have to say it like that.” she laughed , throwing her hands up. “maybe your neighborhood will be the one who takes you out of this obvious dry spell you're in.”
you thought about what your friend said all night ; and the entire day at work, and she was kind of right. besides , who were you to judge if jake had different girls spend the night? if you were as good looking as him , you definitely would have your fair share of ladies in your apartment. he was a single man , in his 20s. did you want to hook up with jake? you sighed at your desk. you did want to hook up with jake.
after your long day at work; you leaned against the elevator as you rode up to your floor; the door opened , revealing the boy who was on your mind the entire day. “jake.” he smiled. “you must’ve been thinking of me , because here i am , at your service.” he said , letting you step off the elevator. “are you not getting on?” he shook his head. “told i was waiting for you.” you turned to him. “okay fine , i was on my way out , but you’re here now.”
“i know how to get to my door , you don’t have to walk me.” you said , still smiling at the sweet gesture. “but i want to my love.” he responded softly , you both stopped at your door , a note waiting for you. “told you i was on my way out , couldn’t forget to grace you with my presence even if im not here.” he said , smiling as you picked up the letter , reading it — the blood draining from your face as you re-read the words. ‘i can fix that dry spell you’re under’
“how the fuck— you think i can’t hear you; you’re friend is pretty loud when she talks.” he smirked , his arms folded. “my friend is nuts.” you try to say. “is she? or are you just trying to say that so you can deny that what she said is true.” you gulp. “wh-what do you want jake?” you stutter out , trying to get your key to go into the hole , but your hands were too shaky. “i think.” he said , standing behind you , pressing against you , grabbing your hand to keep your hand steady , helping you put the key in the hole. “you already know what i want.” he said, leaning against the wall again. “and now i know you want it too.”
you were at your limit and your hot neighbor was just standing there, basically waiting for you to give him to go , you opened your door , once again half way in and halfway out. “just say yes , so i can finally kiss you.” he said. “ye-yes.” he wasted no time , pulling the door all the way open , grabbing the sides of your face , pulling you into a heated kiss.
he didn’t break the kiss , just guiding you back into your apartment , closing the door behind him; finally pulling away , his forehead pressed against yours. “your room.” he whispered breathlessly; you grabbed his hand , guiding him to your room , he bit down on his lip watching you from behind , he dreamt of this day countless times. “let’s get you out of these clothes.” he said , pushing the door open. “jake.” you whined as he bent down , unbuckled your pencil skirt , pushing it down your legs ; thank the lord you decided on the wear your good underwear to work. “so fucking sexy.” he kissed your thighs. “want these wrapped around my head , now.”
he pushed you down on the edge of the bed; grabbing the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs , pushing your legs apart. you moaned as the air hit your cunt. he cursed under his breath upon seeing how wet your were. “look at that.” he kiss in between your thighs. “poor neglected pussy.” he was dangerously close to your core. “so pretty.” he kissed your folds. “so sweet.” he licked your folds , you moaned , your legs definitely wrapping around his head , nose brushing against your clit as he ate you out like a starved man.
jake on the other hand was in heaven; the taste of your sweet cunt on his tongue, he’d often wondered what it would be like to finally taste you. “jake i’m gonna cum.” your hands tangled up in his hair , yanking it. “fuck i’m cumming!” you screamed out as you came , he kept going , until you were pushing his head away. “m’sorry.” he said , finally coming up for air. “got carried away , your pussy is just too sweet.” he smirked , his lips glistening. “i need you to fuck me.” you said , pulling him up. “please.”
how could he say no? stripping himself of his clothing , you took off your shirt , leaving you in your bra , which he took upon himself to reach behind , undoing your bra with one hand. “you-you’re awfully good at that.” you said. “like you’ve done it a hundred times already.” he pushed you back against the bed. “you talk too much.” he said , pinning you down to the bed , pushing your legs apart. “but i get it now.” he said , using his other hand to guide his fully erect cock to your hole. “it’s just because you need to be fucked probably.”
before you could even come back with a snarky rebuttal , he slid right inside of you. “ugh fuck!” he cursed , your mouth dropping open as his cock stretched you open. “ja-jake.” you whined as you felt him fully seethed himself inside of you. “please go faster.” he began to pick up the pace. “faster? deeper?” he said , his cock kissing your cervix over and over. “finally get to feel you wrapped around me.” he groaned. “fuck you’re so tight.” he grunted. “so fucking wet , it’s like you needed this more than i did.” he began to move at a inhumane pace. “jake !” you repeatedly shouted ; you’d be worried about your neighbor if he wasn’t the one plowing into you right now. “fuck jake i’m gonna cum!”
he gave you a few deep thrusts; using his thumb to rub your swollen clit. “cum for me.” he felt his own orgasm approaching. “fucking cum for me.” he let out a deep moan feeling your cunt fluttering around him as you came hard around him. “oh shit.” he pulled out just in time, cumming all on your spent pussy. “fuck.” he said coming down from his own high. “definitely worth waiting outside your door everyday.”
“does this mean you’ll stop hanging outside my door each and every night?” you asked the boy who was laying inside your bed. “like a stalker.” he rolled his eyes. “of course.” he said , you were shocked , he sounded serious. “really.” he nodded. “yeah , there’s no need to.”
“now that i know all i have to do is knock and you’ll let me in”
©️LUVYENI
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https://constitution.congress.gov/constitution/
https://constitution.congress.gov/about/congressional-research-service/
It's not on the white house's website but it does in fact still exist. It's available in it's full text through the library of Congress. This is very very easy to find with a very very simple search of "United States Constitution".
Yes, I do think a lot of things this administration is doing are ominous. Yes I think there are a lot of problems. No fear mongering over things that are indeed still accessible through the services that they are supposed to be accessible though does not help.
Yes. I do think that we as citizens should be saving any and all documents we have access to. However. That doesn't actually help anyone unless you're putting them in a place where other people can readily access them. It's next to useless sitting in your hard drive doing nothing because only you have access to it.
Yes this matters. But even having terabytes of data sitting on a million different private computers with no sorting or access system and no way of knowing who has what isn't going to change anything.
If you want this to mean something, then find a way to make this a joint effort. Otherwise, as far as I'm concerned, this is in the same bucket as demanding that people watch every atrocity in the world that comes across their dash and spend their money only with the Good Companies. Performative and makes you personally feel better, but won't have any actual, quantifiable impact on the state of things.
Which is why I included links so OTHER people can access the Constitution, rather than just re logging and continuing a trend of saying it's gone and lame ting the fact rather than actually doing something about it
And yes I'm being very short and abrupt about this and that has nothing to do with you personally and far more to do with how fucking fed up I am over everyone talking about how awful everything is and shove it in everyone's faces while doing absolutely NOTHING to ensure that people have ready access to the services/information/etc. that they're saying are gone but "don't worry I saved it ;)" when in actuality it often takes like 2 extra seconds of your time to put the information right in front of the people that you're bitching to.
But no one wants to do that because apparently it's too much work 😊
i have a folder in my computer called "just in case" where i have important documents saved, like the constitution (since trump REMOVED IT from whitehouse.gov) and books that might get banned
im obviously going to add more, if anyone has any reccomendations please let me know. just wanted to share because i think its a good idea going into these next 4+ years.
EDIT i've also added a clip of elon doing the nazi salute because its taken down a lot of places and likely will be removed everywhere. as well as screenshots of what happened when you searched "presidents in order" (it did not show biden) and "president from 2020-2024" (it showed trump) but have since been fixed
#fuck around on this and get blocked#i don't deal with bullshit#stop bitching and start sharing and fact checking#this is BASIC shit my guys#like come ON#I'm so tired
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📝 skz reaction - you're being a clingy baby
pairing. ot8!skz x gn!reader (individually)
type. fluff fluff fluffff, requested <3
warnings. gender neutral reader, curse words (thats how i show my enthusiasm okay)
a/n. i know last time i was like "meh sue me for not putting the boys in the 'right' order" but you know what, i actually like it like that. my boy jeongin is always last, he deserve to be first so i think i'm just gonna keep it like that when it comes to skz reactions :)



jeongin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ he would tease you like hell about it until one day you actually start crying and he feels so fucking bad he never does it again. (to be fair he probably laughed when you first started crying but when he realized they were real tears? he is panicking). after that he never denies you again and makes sure to give you attention whenever you need it. you're the only person he allows to be clingy and needy with him. which the boys are kinda petty about because they sure aren't allowed to be clingy with their maknae they love so much lol. they'd tease him sooo bad about it but every time he says it's different for you. you get special privileges.
seungmin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ he would def be annoyed when you're being clingy, not because he actually minds it but mostly because he knows you sometimes push it JUST to annoy him lmao. so in return he would deny you just for fun or when you ask him cute stuff he'd purposely answer seriously or act like he doesn't understand your request until you start wailing like a lost cat and then he can't resist anymore. oh and also, he loves to act that way when you're in public but behind closed doors? he can be just as clingy, it's different from when you are but still. he's not necessarily needy, but he wants. you. close. to him. he'd be the type to constantly want to be around you and get pouty when you can't.
felix ⊹ ࣪ ˖ honestly being clingy with felix only means one thing... you're spoiled rotten. you need hugs and cuddles? he will RUN to give them to you. you just want to stick to him like glue? 'sure baby come here'. you want to lay on his lap while he's playing games? not a problem. you don't even understand how you're feeling but you know you need to be with him? he will be there, arms wide open for you no questions asked. all your wishes will be executed because its just how it works between you two. and thing is, the treatment he gives you? you give it right back. so at this point, it's not even a question or a thought. it's simply second nature.
han ⊹ ࣪ ˖ getting han's attention when you're feeling clingy? it's tough. either because he will get side tracked by any little thing, despite his good intentions, so you'll have to remind him to stay with you or to give you a hug. orrrr he will goof off like crazy and will not leave you alone. until the point where you're physically trying to get as far away from him as possible. oh and he'd chase you, no worries "but babyyyy you said you needed love and attention. stop running." with the scariest most mischievous smile in the world until you actually start running away and hide from him because he will smother you with love. (but let's be honest you always end up letting him catch you because come on... you'll take all the love he'll give you)
hyunjin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ he does not mind at all when you're being clingy. in fact he LOVES it. in skz, there is a holy trinity of baby talker and you can bet your ass he's one of them. he will baby talk (to the other boys utmost horror) and repeat your requests with the baby voice until everyone in the room physically cringe. oh and he's mean, he's a real lil bitch, so he will deny you cuddles just so you can pout harder. his heart melts at the sight of it and he can't help but want more. still, it'd only take you to give him the eyes before he'd giggle and pull you in for a big big hug while he digs in nose in the crook of your neck where you just smell so so good.
changbin ⊹ ࣪ ˖ being clingy with binnie can go one of two ways. first, he's just just not gonna mind at all. he'd notice you seem more clingy than usual and just signal for you to come next to him. he'd keep babbling or doing whatever it is he's doing but he'd put his arms around you mindlessly stroking your back and giving you little kisses on your forehead... OR he would return it ten times worse. i'm talking full on baby voice (member number 2 of the holy trinity), pinching your cheeks, exagerating your requests, jumping on your lap and he'd act clingy just to make you laugh. "aw my little baby needs cuddles? you feeling clingy? you want to sit on my lap? what if I sit on your lap instead?" "what no bin that's not- BIN YOU'RE SO HEAVY IM GONNA DIE"
minho ⊹ ࣪ ˖ honestly, he does not care. like at all, the teasing would be minimal but all in all he'd let you do whatever it is you want to do, give you whatever it is you need. because fine he likes to tease ppl, but he also loves cuddles and physical touch even if he would never admit it. often ppl won't dare to be clingy with him because of his black cat personality, but you've always been able to see behind that façade and to never let it scare you. so you do not hesitate to latch on his arm or rest your head in the crook of his neck while he's doing something. and it always feel like a sweet sweet reward when he simply drapes his arms around you, not even reacting to your touch like it's the most normal thing and second nature thing in the world for him.
bangchan ⊹ ࣪ ˖ uhm yeah bangchan? absolutely adores when you're clingy. in fact, he would get whiny if you're not constantly requesting cuddles and hugs and little kisses. he would also be a master of the baby voice and obliging to your every demand. he just loves to be needed and the way you need him makes him feel light as a feather. he'd come up to you "what is you need babe?" and you'd pout and ask whatever it is you want wether its a hug or cuddles or some time with him "i don't think i heard you well the first time. want to repeat that?" but right before you'd say it again he'd squish your cheeks together so you have the cutest pout on your mouth and you'd mumble than you can't exactly talk like that but he'd insist "no no you can, go ahead baby" you'd sigh and oblige "mhm-want-mhug?" and this man would squeal like a toddler because he thinks youre so cute he’s going to explode. chan does have the profile of someone with love aggresion and so he'd lovingly and agressively give you anything you want :)
#ilya writes#stray kids fanfic#stray kids x reader#stray kids#bang chan#lee know#changbin#hyunjin#han skz#felix skz#seungmin skz#i.n skz#stray kids fluff#ilya’s skz reaction
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◟𖥻 percy's girl : percy jackson
▰▰ pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader
Percy would let the world burn if that assured him y/n's happiness. Everyone knows it, except y/n herself.
warnings: jealous n overprotective percy, slight mentions of violence i really don't know if it counts, oblivious reader, no cabin mentioned for reader.



Everybody at camp halfblood knows by now not to mess with percy's girl— except, well, she isn't really percy's girl. At least not that she knew, but for everybody else? yes, she is his girl.
Hard to think about it in any other way when Percy walks around camp glaring at just anyone that even dares to look at her the wrong way. And when it comes to keeping her out of harm's way? He is practically a force of nature.
Percy doesn’t take y/n's happiness lightly, so anything that threatened that is handled by him without her even noticing.
She is probably the only person to come unharmed out of every Stoll prank, and it's definitely not for lack of trying. Connor and Travis like her enough not to pull anything dangerous, but that doesn’t mean they can let her get away without trying.
So everything was planned. A simple, classic, but effective bucket on the door. She only had to come out of her cabin for lunch and they would get her. Hiding in the bushes, Travis and Connor snicker once the door opens.
She is talking to Percy, that is walking behind her, but something makes him pause just when she steps exactly on the mark the Stolls had left. Percy clocks what is happening immediately, as if it was second nature, and he moves y/n out of the way just in time for the bucket to fall directly on him.
He ends up fully covered in chocolate syrup seconds later, but he couldn't care less. His only worry is— "you okay, sunshine?" he asks, wiping chocolate off his face.
She is, in fact, okay. But she's gaping at him, her eyes comically wide. "Oh my gods Percy, how did that happen?"
Oh he definitely knows how that happened, he can turn around right now and find the bush in which the Stoll brothers are hiding just by the sound of them snickering. He is going to kill them.
Still he shrugs. "I don't know, weird bucket placement." He replies casually. "Why don't you go ahead and wait for me in the pavillion? I'll take that bucket down."
"Weird things always seem to be happening around here, huh?" She raises her eyebrows, but happily obliged as she starts walking away.
Percy doesn't take the bucket down, he makes the Stoll brothers do it once he takes them out of their hiding. And the snickering doesn't last them much because as he's leaving, he glares at them. "You two better not try this bullshit with her again."
Listen, Connor and Travis are all about going against direct orders from everyone. But they don't try anything else after that, because Percy is scary when it comes to y/n and they are not about to end in the same position as that Ares son who had tried to flirt with her.
It had been after sword training, some Darren or Dane or something— Percy really did not care about his name, mostly because he was more occupied with glaring at him as he leaned a little bit too close to y/n.
He stood a few feet away from them, knowing that he couldn't intervene without y/n noticing but still fully preparing to do it just in case she got too uncomfortable. He knew her, she wouldn't say anything in fear of being rude. But Percy didn’t have that problem, he would gladly be rude if that meant keeping her safe.
So for now, he only stood with his back against a wall, pretending to sharpen riptide.
"You know, you should train with me sometime. I could teach you a few moves." He told her, smiling smuggly. Percy wished he could erase that smile right away.
And when she started hesitating, the son of Poseidon got ready to intervene. "um- I-" she stammered.
But Percy didn’t really have to do much, because as he was pushing himself off the wall, the Ares guy seemed to notice him, sharpening riptide and sending incredibly hard stares at his way.
Darren-Dane-whatever visibly gulped and took a step back. Percy smirked. Smart move.
As the boy excused himself and basically ran away, y/n blinked at him surprised before she turned to Percy. "Okay, that was weird."
Percy smiled innocently. "Right? so weird."
The next morning due to completely unrelated events, Darren-Dane-whatever ended up waking up in the lake, completely soaked without a single clue how he got there. Percy denied any relation to this weird incident.
Worst part about it all is that Percy swears people don't learn their lesson. While y/n is just walking around in her perfect sunny world, Percy is just following her, trying to maintain her world exactly as it is, free of assholes.
But gods dammit, those assholes don't make it easy for him.
When they're playing capture the flag, they end up on opposite teams and even though Percy is focused on getting that flag, he's also worried for her. He hasn't seen her around, but he knows she should be somewhere close because he has already seen some of her siblings running around.
It's only when he's close to the opposite team's flag that he finds her: she's supposed to be guarding the flag but she's crouched down near the lake, watching a butterfly that's perched on a flower, completely oblivious to the mayhem happening around her.
Percy stops abruptly, his heart racing at the sight. She looks completely at peace, lost in her own little world, the late afternoon sun tracing shadows on her face, it's like she belongs in a painting. So beautiful.
He's mesmerized for a second, flag completely forgotten. Then—
A blur of blue runs past him, pulling him out of trance. His mind barely registers one of his own teammates from cabin nine before the boy is already charging towards y/n at full speed, catching her completely off guard.
She rolls on the mud, almost falling into the lake and Percy is immediately running to her.
"Dude what are you doing? go take the flag!" His teammate yells at him, pinning y/n to the ground. Fuck the flag, Percy couldn't care less about it.
With almost too much strenght, he's pushing the boy out of her, sending him soaring through the air, an indignant yell before he lands with a splash right into the lake.
"Dude what the fuck? i'm on your team!" The Hephaestus boy yells as he clumsily stands on the lake, dripping wet and looking very displeased.
Without looking, Percy flicks his hand and a second later, a wave crashes into the boy's face. He doesn’t care about his protests, he's busy helping y/n up on her feet.
"Are you okay?" He asks, his hands cupping her face to make sure there's absolutely not one scratch on it.
She lets out a small cough, wipping mud from her face. "Yes? it's capture the flag, Perce. This is part of it."
He knows she's right, that doesn’t stop him from scoffing. "Yeah, well, what he did was unnecesary." They both look at the boy once again trying to stand up only to be met with another wave crashing against him.
This time, she realizes this is Percy's doing and gasps. "Percy!"
"What?" he shrugs innocently, wiping some dirt from her nose without any care for the other camper. "He looked like he needed some refreshing."
He ends up being dragged away by her, not that he puts any kind of restraint anyways.
Yes, maybe everyone at camp knows about him being just a little overprotective of her, but so what? he loves her— can't help it if he wants her to be happy and safe. The only one that doesn’t realize this is y/n herself, she's completely oblivious of his actions.
And she remains oblivious through it all; when she's thirsty after training and he's waiting for her with a water bottle, when she's hungry and he has her favorite snack ready, when campers are talking badly about her archery skills and with only one Percy-designated glare they immediately shut up before she can hear them, when he deliberately walks by the side closer to the magical borders just in case something dangerous happens.
It's always there, he's always there. And all it takes is overhearing a conversation for her to realize it.
She's outside of the Aphrodite cabin, waiting for Piper to go have dinner at the pavillion when she overhears some of the girls walking by.
"I mean, come on, Percy is literally the hottest guy at camp, don't you think?" one of them says, and she feels this bubbling jealousy in her chest— something she has never experienced before.
"Agree, but it's a little annoying that y/n is always around him." the other one adds. "I mean she's sweet but he probably finds her annoying how much she clings to him."
Her heart drops, is that what they think? is that what Percy thinks? that she's just this annoying girl clinging to Percy for everything?
Before she can overthink it, the first girl talks again. "I don't think he finds her annoying, he's like totally in love with her, obsessed even."
A third girl sighs dreamily. "Right? he's always so careful and protective with her, Dean from cabin five told me Percy was glaring at him for flirting with her, and the next day he casually woke up on the lake. Listen, he would totally let someone burn if she said she wanted to roast marshmallows."
A chorus of giggles follows, their voices dissipating as they walk away without even noticing y/n was there all along, trying to process their words.
Suddenly everything clicks in her mind. Every time that Percy seemed to just be there. Always at the right moment. Always with a solution to every single problem.
She's not dumb, she has known Percy was protective. But she always thought it was him just trying to be a good friend, surely he was the same with Grover or Annabeth? but now she was sure it was never the same.
Because neither of them has Percy following them around, treating them like they're the most precious thing in the word. That's only reserved for her, and it has taken her this long to understand it, realization crashing over her like one of those waves Percy used to almost waterboard the boy that almost hurt her during capture the flag.
Piper finally steps out of her cabin, apologizing with y/n for taking too long. But she's not even listening, she's already made up her mind.
Without even stopping to take some time to think it through, she turns around and ignores Piper's questions as she sprints towards his cabin.
She arrives just when he's stepping out of the front door, and she's running so fast that she can't stop herself in time before she crashes into him. Thankfully, Percy's senses are better than hers so he catches her by the waist before they both end up on the floor.
"Woah there." he says, and even through his confusion he still finds it in him to be concerned. "Did something happen, sunshine?"
He barely has any time to finish his question before she's grabbing his face and pulling him down to kiss him. He makes a startled noise, completely caught off guard because honestly that was the last thing he was expecting to happen. A couple of long seconds pass with him completely frozen but then— oh, then he's kissing her back, his hands finding her waist like they've always belonged there.
He can taste the strawberry chapstick he has always seen her put on, but the kiss also tastes like stolen glances and endless afternoons spent together, like a love that's always been there, just waiting to get noticed.
When she finally pulls back, too soon on Percy's opinion, he blinks at her. "Not that i'm complaining, but what was that for?"
Her heart is stammering against her chest as she offers him a small smile. "Some girl said you were in love with me?"
"Took you long enough to realize." he replies simply before pulling her close again, his lips finding hers as if this was something he had been born to do.
And she can feel it, in the kiss, in the way he holds her— Percy Jackson loves her. And the best part? She loves him too.
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Mark falls for you hard.
It’s not gradual. It’s not slow. It’s instant.
One second, he’s just a normal guy.
And the next? You’re all he can think about.
At first, it’s sweet.
He’s nervous around you, fumbling over his words.
He texts too much, calls just to hear your voice.
When he’s with you, he’s so happy—happier than he’s ever been.
But when he’s not with you?
It’s unbearable.
His mind races, his chest tightens.
He starts needing to know where you are, what you’re doing, who you’re with.
And that’s when the obsession starts to grow.

Mark has lost too much.
His father betrayed him. His world turned against him. Everything he thought was stable, everything he thought he could trust—was ripped away.
But you?
You’re different.
You’re not like his father, not like the world that constantly demands more from him.
You’re safe.
And after everything he’s been through, he refuses to lose you.
No matter what it takes.
Mark is desperate for something good in his life.
Being Invincible means constantly fighting, constantly bleeding—constantly losing.
But when he’s with you? It all stops.
With you, he’s just Mark. Just a normal guy who can laugh, who can breathe.
At first, it’s normal.
He loves you deeply, intensely, but that’s just who he is.
He’s a good boyfriend. Protective, affectionate—always putting you first.
He never lets you feel alone. Never lets you feel unloved.
But then the fear sets in.
What if you leave?
What if something takes you away from him—like everything else has?
What if one day, you realize that you don’t need him?
That thought? It breaks him.
And once it takes root?
It never goes away.

Mark’s possessiveness is almost sweet at first.
He always wants to be around you.
He texts you constantly, asking where you are, what you’re doing.
He flies you to school, to work—anywhere you need to go.
And at first? It’s flattering.
Who wouldn’t want a boyfriend who’s always there for them?
Who wouldn’t love someone who drops everything to make them happy?
But then it escalates.
You mention a male coworker? Mark’s jaw clenches. His fists tighten.
You go out without telling him? He finds you.
You start pulling away? He notices.
And suddenly, his protectiveness doesn’t feel so sweet anymore.
It feels suffocating.
Because Mark doesn’t just want you.
He needs you.

Mark has superpowers.
He doesn’t need cameras to track you.
He doesn’t need to ask where you are.
He just knows.
His super-hearing picks up your voice from miles away.
He listens to your conversations—even the ones you don’t think he can hear.
He memorizes your schedule, your habits, the way your heartbeat changes when you lie.
And when you go somewhere unexpected?
He follows.
He stays out of sight, high above the city, watching.
And if he sees something—or someone—that he doesn’t like?
It’s handled.
Quietly.
Permanently.

Mark doesn’t mean to be controlling.
He just wants what’s best for you.
And sometimes? You don’t know what’s best for yourself.
It starts small.
A concerned look when you talk to another guy.
A casual “Maybe you should stay home today” when he hears about trouble in the city.
A soft, worried “I don’t like how they treat you” when you mention a friend.
And then it gets worse.
The people in your life start drifting away.
Your friends don’t call as much.
Your job starts feeling unstable.
And through it all, Mark is always there.
Holding you.
Comforting you.
Telling you that he’s all you need.
And you believe him.
Because when he looks at you?
When he holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world—
How could you not believe him?

Maybe you start to notice.
Maybe you start questioning him.
And Mark?
He doesn’t snap. He doesn’t yell.
He begs.
“Please don’t do this,” his voice shakes, his eyes desperate.
“I can’t lose you. Not you too.”
But if begging doesn’t work?
His expression hardens.
His arms wrap around you, strong, unyielding.
“I don’t want to do this,” he murmurs. “But I will.”
And before you can react—
You’re in the air.
The ground disappears beneath you, the wind rushing past.
Mark holds you tight, flying higher, higher—until the city is nothing but a blur below.
And then he looks at you.
Soft. Loving. Unshakable.
“You don’t have a choice.”

When you wake up, everything is different.
The doors are reinforced. The windows don’t open.
And Mark? He’s there.
Waiting.
“I know you’re upset,” he says gently, brushing your hair back.
“But this is for the best.”
His fingers tighten around your wrist, just enough to remind you.
“You’re safe now.”
“And you’ll always be mine.”
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But I’m supposed to believe you’re not a hoe? And you wanna sit here and call me a pervert you’re literally a sick fuck. That entertains anything that comes your way sexually . It’s crazy 2 me how u can do me so dirty when all I’ve ever done, was do right and love you . I slapped tf out of you one time and you beat the fuck out of me the whole time b4 it. I don’t ever wanna go through that again. You don’t understand what it felt like to be me n the situation. I know you know what it felt like to be you baby and I know that u was hurt the most & felt helpless and scared because the person who is supposed to be protecting you is hurting you. But I was the person that had to sit there and stand alone and understand everything I’d ever done wrong 2 u. for months and months even after you left me.and how fucked up the whole situation was.there’s not been one day since the day I met you that I haven’t went longer than 15 minutes without thinking about you. I don’t think you understand how much you run through my fucking head. I’ve never been like this with anybody’s soul on this planet in my entire life. What I have with you will never be re-created because I know it was meant to be forever . It’s just getting you to understand that and getting to change your ways long enough for you to actually talk to one person (me) so you can see how much I’ve always loved you. You’ve always been my ride or die. From the second I pulled up to your apartment and I told you to get in this truck and park it for me because I didn’t think I knew I couldn’t fit. I clicked with you right then. Cause This girl is funny as fuck. She’s so cute and bossy, you was trying to tell me you could park this truck cause I was taking to long to park and it started raining. And you knowing damn good and well u don’t know what it’s like to drive this big ass school bus. I made you learn your lesson. I told you to get up in this truck and park it for me. Guess what you did ?😂😂 you figured out this man actually knows how to drive a truck. And you jumped up in that truck and had to get right back out 🤷♂️🤣😂 i don’t get y u act like u want one person when you’ve never stopped entertaining less than 3 people the entire time you’ve been with me ???? It’s the fact that you sit here and paint this picture of this beautiful woman who has been nothing but hurt her whole life and wants to be loved by one person, but can’t never focus and slow down and understand that one person‘s love they have for her. It’s confusing because you sit here and expect me to believe that you’re not a hoe but yet you entertain two other guys the entire time you’ve been with me … literally you’re posting stuff about wanting Patrick to hug you so soft that you melt? So please tell me why the fuck you would ever want to be held by somebody that you don’t even find sexually attractive.??? It’s the lies, bro. You wanna know why you can never be happy. This is why you can never be honest.. I get it. You’ve done a bunch of fucked up shit it’s hard to fucking say shit out loud Cause most of the time that shit is embarrassing when you fuck up and do stupid shit like that. But all I’m asking you is to just focus on me and actually try to understand how much I love you. When can u ever tell me the truth? Like if you say you don’t love me you don’t wanna be with me. Why the fuck not just tell me the truth. So everyone can try to move on and understand what we’ve done to each other. I’m tired of u lying to me acting like you haven’t been cheating on me and talking to other people the whole time you’ve been with me…. And is honestly kind of funny and weird that you made patrick sit here and type some weird ass shit about y’all supposedly not never doing anything. And about how it was a sole purpose to meet each other.. for what motherfucker?? she’s been dating me for two years. Why the fuck do you think you need to get to know her??…. When you told me that he told you he was only coming there 4 his birthday. He was never even supposed to come and c you. The things you say don’t make sense.

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pairing(s): nam-gyu x reader, thanos x reader (separate)
warning(s): dubious consent, (guys, literally it's just) smut; oral fixation (receiving + giving) & fingering [minors dni], (fem anatomy, but gender-neutral), overstimulation, orgasm denial, degradation, dirty talk, power play, rough handling, choking/gagging, lowercase intended use and my best interpretation of the two characters. <3
author's note: i had to sit there for a good hour to think and just write LMAO PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED/MESSED UP ANYTHING. likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated. i just want feedback. <//3
when it comes to giving oral for nam-gyu, he doesn't do things to please people—he does things for his own gratification. if he’s going down on someone, it’s because he wants to, not because he feels like he should. he doesn’t care about making the experience soft or romantic; he’s crude, rough, and enjoys seeing you squirm under his control.
when he pins you down, his fingers leave marks—his rings biting into your thighs as he spreads them apart, the cold metal contrasting against the heat of his touch. he likes seeing the indents they leave behind, a reminder of how thoroughly he’s going to ruin you.
he's aggressive. his pace is unforgiving from the start—he doesn’t waste time teasing unless he’s feeling particularly cruel. he’d rather get you messy and desperate as fast as possible, just to hear the sounds you make when you can’t hold back.
if he does feel particularly cruel, his fingers ghost over your inner thighs, barely skimming where you want him most. he watches with amusement as their breathing stutters, dragging his fingertips in slow, deliberate circles until you start begging.
you don’t get time to adjust. you don’t get a moment to breathe before he’s already working you up, dragging you towards the edge at a brutal, reckless speed.
his rings are cold against your skin, contrasting with the heat of his mouth, his fingers— and he doesn’t care if it’s too much, if your thighs twitch helplessly against his shoulders.
in fact? he likes it, it satisfies him to see you like this. to see how he could easily reduce you into such a state.
your body can barely keep up, writhing under him, squirming, panting— and that’s exactly what he wants.
he pulls back for just a second, only enough to lock eyes with you, his chin glistening with slick, his fingers still buried deep in you.
“messy already?” his tone is mocking, darkly amused, but he doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he pulls his fingers out for a split second.
before his fingers slam back in, fast and rough, scissoring you open while his mouth latches back on, sucking hard, tongue flicking fast.
you cry out, body jerking, but he holds you down, forcing you to take it. "stay still."
expect zero tenderness. if he drags his tongue slowly, it’s not to be sensual—it’s to watch you twitch and whimper, just so he can pull back and smirk at you when you start begging. he gets off on knowing he’s the one reducing you to a wreck, and he’s not above mocking you for it.
he likes it messy. sloppy, wet, and borderline overwhelming. he enjoys seeing you come undone, saliva and arousal coating his lips, your thighs shaking under his grip. it feeds his ego—he’ll wipe his mouth with the back of his hand afterward, looking smug as hell.
control is a huge factor for him. nam-gyu isn’t the type to let you take charge—he'll literally fight for his life for it, even when he’s the one on his knees. he’ll pin your hips down to keep them from moving or tease you until you're pleading, just to remind you that he decides when you can get what you want.
if you try to guide him—tangling your fingers in his hair, pushing him deeper—he’ll purposefully slow down or pull away entirely. “getting greedy, huh?” his tone is amused, but there’s a warning in his eyes. he wants you to beg, not demand.
if you're close, he slows down—smirking against your skin as he pulls back just enough to make you whine pathetically. “what? you were right there?” his voice is mocking, but his fingers don’t stop, keeping you on the edge without letting you tip over.
when he finally does let you finish, it’s never gentle. his mouth and fingers work in sync, his fingers pressing hard against your most sensitive spots as he devours you. he’ll keep his mouth on you even after you finish and feel sensitive, which pushes you past your limits, he only wants to hear you gasp and stammer. he enjoys overstimulation, making you whine and writhe from how overwhelming it is.
he leans back, grinning like a bastard, dragging his fingers over his lips to taste them before wiping them on your inner thigh—a filthy, possessive mark left behind. “messy, huh? look at you.”
he doesn't do this to be sweet—he does it to own you, to leave you trembling and ruined so you don’t forget who’s in control.
when nam-gyu is the one receiving...he's rough, impatient, and demanding when it comes to being on the receiving end. he doesn't just sit back and let you take your sweet time—he expects you to handle him the way he wants.
the first thing he does? he rests his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him before he lets you start. the metal of his rings is cool against your skin, his thumb swiping over your lips before pressing in slightly, forcing you to open up for him.
he's not the type to just sit still and enjoy it. he thrives on power, and even when you're the one on your knees, he finds ways to assert dominance—gripping your hair, muttering crude praise, thrusting his hips forward just to watch you struggle to keep up.
he loves it when you choke on him. he won’t stop, either—if you gag, he’ll just chuckle, “too much for you?” before pushing deeper before it hits the back of your throat, enjoying the sight of you trying to take it.
he gets off on the control, but also on the raw desperation—he wants you to want and feel it just as much as he does. if you’re hesitant or shy, he’ll make you work for his approval, guiding you until you learn how to take him the way he likes.
he leans back, spreading his legs lazily, arrogantly, completely unbothered. one arm draped over the couch, the other resting against your jaw, thumb tracing your bottom lip, pressing against your tongue—just enough to feel the heat of your mouth.
“you nervous?” his voice is mocking, laced with amusement, but there’s a challenge in his gaze—daring you to prove him wrong.
if you hesitate? if you take too long?
he exhales sharply, shaking his head. disappointed.
“guess you don’t want it that bad.”
and then he pulls away. completely.
that’s what gets you desperate, isn’t it? the way he edges you emotionally, keeps you craving his approval, keeps you chasing after what he refuses to give?
but the second you give in—the second you grab at his thighs, lean in, take him into your mouth like you need it?
his expression shifts.
the teasing vanishes.
his jaw tightens, his fingers snap back into your hair, gripping tight, forcing you to take him deeper. his breath stutters out, sharp and ragged, his hips twitching as he groans through his teeth.
“fuck—” his head tilts back, his grip tightening just a little more, watching the way you struggle, watching the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, watching the way your lips stretch around him.
and once you’ve finally learned?
once you give in, let go, take him the way he likes?
that’s when he fucks your throat in earnest, forcing you to keep up, forcing you to take everything he gives.
because nam-gyu will only reward you when you prove you deserve it.
if you're being too slow, he takes over. his grip tightens, guiding your pace with short, sharp thrusts, his rings digging into your scalp as he fucks your mouth exactly the way he wants. he doesn’t care if it’s overwhelming—he gets off on watching them struggle.
he loves using his fingers to make things even messier. if you’re already drooling? he brings a thumb to your chin, spreading the saliva across your lips, watching with a smirk as you take him even deeper. “look at you,” he murmurs, voice dark. “sloppy thing, aren’t you?”
nam-gyu talks—a lot. his mouth is filthy, and he’s not shy about making comments that are meant to degrade and tease. “c’mon, you can do better than that.” “that’s it, don’t stop now—fuck, you look good like this.”
he’s not gentle when he’s close—his thrusts get sharper, his grip tighter. he doesn’t warn you before finishing, either. he expects you to take it, and if you struggle with it, he only finds it more amusing.
if you pull away too soon or try to pull away, he’ll grab your chin, tilting their face up to make you look at him. “did I say you were done? swallow it.” his tone is low and taunting and his gaze is trained onto you, daring you to try and defy him. a command, not a request.
thanos giving oral...he already is a wildcard—his unpredictability makes everything intense. one moment, he’s slow and teasing, dragging things out just to get a reaction; the next, he’s relentless, pushing you to your limit without hesitation.
he enjoys watching—he wants to see every reaction, from the way you trembles to the way your breathing hitches when he finally gives you what you want. it’s like a game to him, figuring out what makes you fall apart the fastest.
unlike nam-gyu, thanos doesn’t always go straight for the kill. he enjoys taking his time, licking, nipping, savoring—because to him, this is just as much about control as it is about pleasure. he'll slow down just to smirk against your skin, whispering filthy things that reaches towards your ears before diving back in—his fingers spreading you open, making you feel every stroke of his tongue.
he loves teasing. hovering his mouth over where you need him most, exhaling warm breaths against sensitive skin, barely touching you until you’re begging. he wants you to feel desperate for it, trembling under his touch before he finally gives in and gives you exactly what you want.
but once he does get serious? he doesn’t stop. his pace is brutal, relentless—he’ll grip your thighs to keep you from pulling away, tongue flicking, sucking, working you over while his fingers sink deep, curling slow and deliberate. he uses his thumb to press against sensitive spots, teasing in sync with his mouth until you’re sobbing from the intensity and continuous stimulation going through you. it makes you feel like there's nowhere to escape.
occassionally, if he sees you gripping the sheets, he pulls them away, intertwining your fingers with his own—a false sense of intimacy before he overwhelms them completely.
your fingers clench the sheets, gripping desperately, something—anything—to ground yourself as he works you over, tongue flicking with calculated precision. the overwhelming pleasure leaves your body tense, trembling, on the verge of breaking.
and then?
he notices.
before you can react, his hands are on yours, prying your fingers away from the fabric, lacing them together with his own. his grip is warm, firm, intimate—deceptively sweet. his thumbs stroke the backs of your hands, soothing, almost tender, like he’s offering comfort.
it’s a lie.
because the second your body relaxes—just for a moment, just enough to be fooled?
he ruins you.
his tongue flicks faster, lips sealing around you as he sucks hard, dragging another wrecked sound from your throat. your back arches violently, but you can’t pull away—he’s got you locked in, hands entwined, holding you down.
it’s cruel. so, so cruel.
he watches you the entire time.
his half-lidded gaze locks onto yours, drinking in every broken expression, every helpless sob that spills past your lips. and when your fingers tighten around his—not out of intimacy, but desperation?
he just smirks against you.
“that’s it,” he murmurs between deep, torturous strokes of his tongue. “hold on tight.”
overstimulation is his favorite game. even after you finishes, he'll keep going, his fingers stay buried inside, moving slower as he licks up every last drop, keeping you trapped under him, driving you past your limit. he enjoys the way you whimper, the way your body tenses from how overwhelming it is, and the expressions that you make just for him only. only him.
he'll be cocky as hell afterward, too. giving you a show as he licks his fingers clean in front of you before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning down at your wrecked figure like he just won something. “what’s wrong? thought you could handle me. didn't think you'd break so fast.”
thanos doesn't just aim to please—he aims to make you lose your mind.
thanos was already dangerous when he's the one being taken cared of—because unlike nam-gyu, who thrives on control, thanos enjoys unpredictability. his reactions shift on a dime, making it impossible to predict what he’s going to do next.
some nights, he lets you take your time—leaning back, watching you with dark amusement, running a lazy hand through your hair as you work and set your own pace, watching through half-lidded eyes. other nights? he’s ruthless, gripping your jaw or pulling your hair, fucking your mouth like he owns it. he snaps his hips snap forward, making you choke.
you're choking? gagging? struggling to breath? he finds it hot as hell. if you start to falter, he just grins. "c'mon, don't tell me you're already tapping out."
thanos leans back against the couch, one arm slung over the backrest, the other hand resting in your hair. his fingers are light at first, barely guiding, barely pressing.
at first, you think he's going to let you do as you please. but the second you slow down?
his grip tightens.
the lazy amusement in his expression shifts—something sharper, more demanding, as his fingers suddenly tangle into your hair and pull.
“not slacking on me, are you?”
his hips push forward just slightly, his other hand tilting your chin up—forcing you to look at him.
and the moment you start moving again?
he grins.
“good. knew you could take it.”
if you're hesitant, he gets rougher. his fingers press against the back of your head, forcing you down just a little further, making you take more than you're used to. "don't be shy now."
his thumb strokes the corner of your lips, wiping away the saliva that drips down your chin, smirking at the mess. he loves seeing you in such a messy state, being so desperate as you try to keep up with the way he moves.
but if you're experienced? he's a mess—growling, cursing under his breath, losing himself in the sensation. he loves it when you swallow around him, when you get sloppy and desperate just to get him off faster.
when he's close? his grip tightens, his voice dropping into something low and commanding. "you're gonna take it all, yeah? being so good for me."
when he finishes, he’s unpredictable—sometimes, he pulls them up for a messy, open-mouthed kiss, tasting himself on their tongue. other times? he just tilts their chin up, smirking down at them with that wicked gleam in his eyes, like he’s already planning what’s next.
thanos doesn't just enjoy oral—he owns the experience. whether he’s giving or receiving, he makes sure it’s intense, overwhelming, and impossible to forget.
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Hi Mae!!
Could I request like a really cute Remus x reader where she’s never been kissed or anything before? Like they’re all out of Hogwarts or in their last year and she’s the only one to have never had a relationship, and she’s kinda insecure and anxious about it all?
No worries if not or if you’ve already done something like this!
Thank you! - x
Thank you for requesting <3
cw: alcohol, reader is a bit tipsy
Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words
You don’t often feel self-conscious about your lack of romance. When you’re walking home from a bar on a cold night, it’s true that sometimes you wish you had a hand to hold, or a jacket that wasn’t your own, or somebody to slip an arm around your waist and make sure you keep your footing, but generally you’d rather wait than settle. When your friends start moaning and groaning about being lovelorn, though…
“It’s just been so long,” Sirius laments. He’s three sheets to the wind and hanging heavily from James’ side, who’s nodding commiseratingly as they wind a zig-zagging course down the sidewalk. “I mean, two months, James. Two months.”
“It’s been nearly two weeks for me,” James says glumly. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“Lily will be back from her holiday in three days,” Remus reminds him. He can hold his alcohol better than any of you, and thusly he’s been tasked with carrying the things everyone worried they’d lose. The keys to your apartment are somewhere in his pocket, along with James’ wallet--confiscated after James left it lying on the bar for the second time--and a collection of Sirius’ rings which keeps growing each time Sirius becomes distressed about them somehow falling off.
“Yeah.” Sirius looks up at James, glaring. “You’re only two weeks in, and you’ve got a lifetime of kisses ahead of you. I’ve got to take them where I can get them, ‘nd I haven’t had even one in two months!”
“If you think two months is bad,” you say, “try going your whole life.”
You mean for it to come out light and quippy, but there’s a vulnerability lining your words that you don’t mean to reveal. You wince, thinking everyone’s heard it.
“Well,” Sirius says after a brief silence, “yes, that does sound worse. Thank you, dollface. You’ve made me feel a bit better.”
You smile ruefully. “Happy to help.”
James starts waxing poetic about the shape of Lily’s top lip, and Remus slows his stride, falling into step beside you. You glance over, and he’s giving you a soft look.
You go sheepish. “Sorry.”
“What? Why are you sorry?”
“That was embarrassing.” James and Sirius are talking loudly enough that you don’t have to lower your voice much to avoid being overheard. “I don’t mean to complain.”
“It wasn’t embarrassing,” Remus murmurs, voice a fond color. He bumps your shoulder gently. “Anyway, I don’t think either of them are likely to remember.”
You give him a sideways smile. “Maybe, but there’s still you.”
“I can forget, too, if it suits you.”
“It does suit me, thanks.”
“Right. I’ll get right on that, then. Consider it forgotten.”
You smile down at the sidewalk. There’s something about Remus which always relaxes you. Maybe it’s that he’s so easy to talk to, or that he doesn’t make you feel like you have to talk. You just feel safe with him. You walk a ways in comfortable silence, close but not quite touching, listening to Sirius and James giggle like schoolchildren ahead of you.
“Do you really feel that way?” Remus asks after a while. “Like it’s bad that you haven’t kissed anyone?”
You wet your lips. Your saliva tastes like booze. “Sometimes,” you admit. “Like, it’s not as bad for me as it seems for Sirius. But I guess it also probably helps that I don’t know what I’m missing.”
“Yeah,” he hums, seeming pensive. “That makes sense.”
“I do wish I’d gotten it over with earlier, though.”
You’re not sure where it comes from. You do wish that, sometimes, but it’s not the sort of thing you say aloud. Even with a friend as good as Remus, it’s humiliating to declare a want so intimate.
He looks surprised. “You do?”
“Yeah,” you say, voice a shade of itself.
“Why didn’t you?”
“It wasn’t…it wasn’t really a choice. I was never trying to wait, or anything.” You shrug, cheeks warm. “There was just never an opportunity.”
Remus makes a sound somewhere between a hum and a laugh. “Oh, I don’t believe that.”
You look up. “Why not?”
With your attention off the sidewalk, you stumble slightly, the toe of your shoe catching on the uneven pavement. Remus slips an arm around your waist to help.
“Careful,” he says, suddenly incomprehensibly close to you. “Watch your footing.”
“Sorry.” You look back down. “Why not?” you ask again, softly.
“I just don’t think it’s possible no one ever tried to kiss you.” Remus’ voice is quiet but genuine. Unabashed. “More likely people have tried and you haven’t noticed. Or you just haven’t been ready. That’s alright too, you know.”
“I’m ready,” you say certainly. “I’ve been ready. It just…hasn’t happened yet.”
He hums. “That’s alright. So long as you’re alright with it.”
You’re quiet the rest of the way home. You live in the same building as the boys, only the floor below. James’ bedroom is right above yours. He’s not usually too terrible an upstairs neighbor, though you’re looking forward to hearing him stumbling around before bed tonight.
Remus walks you to your door while James and Sirius wait in the stairwell, cackling and crawling their way up on their hands and knees. He unlocks your door and reaches inside to turn on the hall light.
“Alright?” he asks as you step inside.
You nod.
“Okay. Drink water, and make sure to lock the door behind you.” He gives you a smile, eyes dark in the dim light of your building. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” you say back. But he hardly makes it a few steps away before you’re leaning out of the door, suddenly desperate. “Remus?”
“Yeah?” He turns. And he’s so lovely, all softness and gentle features. You know he’s the right person to trust with this.
You swallow. “I’ve been ready for a long time. And I don’t…I don’t know if I’m alright with it anymore.”
Remus frowns, stepping closer. “It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“I just feel so behind.” Your tone is nearly pleading. “I’m tired of not knowing what I’m missing. I’m curious. I want to know what it’s like.”
“Y/n.” Remus says your name like a remonstrance gentled. Like he feels sorry for you. “What are you asking me?”
You worry your hands are shaking, but you steady yourself against the doorframe, making your voice solid. “I’d rather it be with someone I’m comfortable with. Someone I trust.”
Remus moves closer to you. He’s nearly as close as before, when he’d held you up on the sidewalk. You wonder if this is how close people get before it happens.
“You’re drunk,” he murmurs, not unkindly.
You shake your head. “Not that drunk. Not so much I don’t know what I want.”
He sighs. Says your name again as though to himself, with fondness and something else you can’t place.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” you say in a whisper. “I’d just feel a lot better if it was you.”
“Oh, love.” He takes your face gently in his hands. The pads of his thumbs soothe over your cheeks. “That’s not it.”
Your breath catches as Remus starts to lean towards you, your eyes fluttering closed. You stay perfectly still as his lips come to rest in the center of your forehead.
It’s a tender kiss, not lingering but not overly brief. In the end, it’s so sweet you can’t even bring yourself to feel slighted.
“Go to bed,” says Remus, pulling back with a sorry smile. “If you still want to talk about it in the morning, we will, yeah? It’s not that I don’t want to.”
“Okay. I’ll…” Your whole face tingles as though you really have been kissed. You’re half tempted to touch your lips to see if they feel different. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I’m sorry, Remus.”
“Don’t be sorry,” he begs, backing down the hallway, “please. Goodnight, y/n.”
Your voice comes out a tad breathless. “Goodnight.”
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Hi! Film editor here! This is absolutely not one take!
For starters, it would be impossible for these guys to be in place for multiple different choreography beats in under a second between cuts. Especially on sand in the dark. Secondly, the guy who is playing Robin Hood is 100% the same between cuts.
So, what's going on?
The blurry camera movements between each moment are called "whip pans" and are achieved by moving the camera really fast. Each of these moments or "set ups" starts and ends with one of these whip pans.
It is very, very, very easy to hide a cut inside a whip pan. Because the image is completely blurry, the audience is unlikely to notice if the image suddenly changes. It's all just blurry colors. But we also hide these secret cuts by blending the shots by fading from one into the other. The fades in hidden whip pan cuts are typically only a few frames and are invisible. Even knowing they're there, you wouldn't know unless you went frame-by-frame.
This is standard practice for pretty much anything that is done in "one take" these days. The best example I can think of off of my head is the Church fight sequence in The Kingsman.
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Watch this and note the quick camera movements and how many times someone runs across the camera. There's a hidden cut every single time. This famous one shot scene is made up of dozens of shots that are planned and cut together to look like one shot. It saves time and energy, especially with a fight scene (or a dance one), to not have to start from the very beginning of the scene every time someone messes up.
So, there's a little bit of movie magic that's permanently ruined for you! Have a nice day!
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Hello fav writer 🤭 saw the game so here my request!!
Wanda + touch + number 2 ! Pretty please ♡♡
Hope you're okay if not I send you a lot of love :)
Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Drabbles

prompt: calloused hands in soft hands | words: 1183 | warnings: brief mentions of self-harming and violence, unhealthy coping mechanisms, winter soldier reader, takes place around civil war, fluff, kinda friends to lovers (unspecified).
A/N-> I wrote most of those on my phone, so I’m sorry if there are typos.
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Nine hundred and ninety-eight.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine.
One thousand.
Start again.
One.
Two.
A drop of blood felt at your feet. The pain makes you flinch but you push again.
Three.
The bag makes a noise.
Four.
There's another crack and then the sand is mixing up with your blood.
You stop, panting. The destroyed bag is pushed off the holder so you can carry it away with the other ruined ones.
The gym is empty because they only have two clients. Super soldiers from the 40s who got frozen in time and struggled to trust anything, even gyms, from the new century. But unlike you, Steve Rogers is getting better at training in public. He even goes running with some of the other veterans, you heard he even made a friend there.
You're not Steve. You never were. He was the good Rogers, you, well, let's just say Hydra didn't need to say much to charm you into the quickest way to find your brother again. A couple of lies later, and you found yourself in chains, losing the memories of your brother that were the reason why you accepted their bargain in the first place. Before you could protest, years were wasted as the Winter Soldier.
Well, that's past now. Yet, you destroyed another pushing bag while remembering your past.
There isn't much to do when you ruin them all - you are left for some push-ups before Steve calls again. He's insistent on your presence in the tower tonight, someone's birthday whatever. You're not the party type. You cannot be his Bucky.
What's left of the bags are discarded in the community trash, and you make sure to lock the place as the old Mrs.Johnson - the son, not the father, as that man died before you got unfrozen by Hydra a fourth time - asked you to.
But just as you're about to lock the old administration room, someone comes in.
Wanda is dressed in casual attire and they always make her look so not Avenger that it never fails to bring a smile to your face. She corresponds immediately, and you're not sure what good you've done in your life to deserve such sweetness but you're not complaining.
“Hey, you.” You greet her, keys in the lock but eyes on her. She repeats your words and you notice how shy she looks with her little anxious jump and hands safe in her pockets. “I thought you would be at the party tonight.”
She shrugs, a smile playing on her lips.
“I ran away.” She tells with a complicity you two have shared from the second you first met. Maybe being Hydra volunteers does bring people together. “I know you work out here so I thought… I don't know…”
She struggles to justify her presence but that just makes you smile.
“That watching me sweat was funnier? You're a flirt, Maximoff.” You tease her, enjoying the pink of her cheeks that she tries to hide with a chuckle.
She mutters “very funny” but you don't push your teasing further as you lock the door and tug the keys away. Grabbing your old army jacket from the coat stand by the entrance, you hold the door open for Wanda to go out again.
“Let's grab something to eat. And you're paying Avenger.”
She laughs, retorting that technically you're an Avenger too and you're sure not contradicting a pretty girl today.
The place you two go for is a local diner. It is not full but it's not empty, at least not enough to go unnoticed. Especially with a Winter Soldier physic or the face of everybody's favorite little witch. So when you and Wanda manage to get to one of the last tables without anyone bothering for an autograph, you're sure she used her powers for that.
“You're getting better at this.” You tell her proudly which surprises her. While the Avengers often tell her to control her Hydra impulses such as manipulation of will, you don't seem to mind about the moral issues of it. You're just glad she's getting more confident in her own abilities, instead of blatantly embarrassing her for something opportunely useful like her team does. She smiles shyly in appreciation and you busy yourself with the menu.
But the second your bruised fingers are noticed, Wanda's mood changes.
The waitress who is coming to the table suddenly has the will to turn back to the kitchen.
You watch as she moves the menu away from you to reach for your hands.
The softest fingers of the earth trace the lines of your calloused, over-abused hands. Every scar is touched before she looks up.
“Why would you hurt yourself like that?”
You sign, not pulling away from her touch but struggling to stare into her eyes.
“Not all of it was me.” You try to joke, but the weak chuckle that escapes you turns into a nervous laugh as she doesn't smile. “ I did fight for one hundred years, you know?”
She shakes her head, the eyes scanning your face then looks down where your fingers are dancing together.
“Steve said you were frozen for most of it.” She recalls with a strange hurt in her voice that makes you swallow hard. “And you're also a shooter. That wasn't that much of fighting back in the day.”
You smirk, one of your hands enveloping hers. Touch to touch warms your skin so tenderly that you barely feel the autumn cold coming from the windows.
“If I didn't know you, I would say you care about me.”
Wanda frowns and looks up, a serious look on her face.
“You do know me.” she says. “And you know I care.”
You're not surprised but you're speechless. You don't know how to do this. Whatever is between you and this charming woman.
So you just try your best to do what Steve always says you should: be honest.
Wanda watches as you sigh, hands still on the table, playing with hers.
It takes a moment, but finally, you add:
“The pain anchors me.” You start, risking taking a glance at her worried frown. “It just makes me feel I'm here instead of frozen again. It helps.”
It's her turn to sigh. When her hands move away you're worried you shared too much. You swallow, ready to push down your emotions when Wanda shifts in the bend to slide closer to you.
You tense, like a frightened animal but she doesn't make any sudden moves. Her actions are slow, the lift of her hand to your cheek, the tender smile before she leans in.
For a whole moment, the world does freeze. But unlike any of the other times, you feel warmer than ever.
She pulls away just enough for you to look at her eyes again, nose to nose.
“Would this anchor you enough?”
You smile at her, your hands finding hers again on her lap. One of them, you lift to your mouth level just to kiss her soft skin.
“I wouldn't be able to be anywhere else, witchy.”
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How would Xavier, Zayne and Rafayel react if we asked them to set us up with Jeremiah, Greyson and Thomas? In this scenario we're single and not into any of the LIs (but they don't know)
these kinda feel ooc but i kjinda like them anyway LMAOO let them be. mean and bitter bc thats how I feel whenever im rejected LMAOO
Xavier is pissed. He doesn't really show you the brunt of his anger but you can see he's...displeased with the way he just barely entertains the question. He'll ask if you really want him to get you with Jeremiah and if you really think that a guy like that is deserving of your attention. Somehow, despite how harsh the words themselves are his soft voice betrays their venom and you can delude yourself into thinking he's just being dramatic or making fun of his close friend.
You wouldn't be able to use Xavier to get to Jeremiah at all. He won't go out of his way to stop you from hanging out with him if you don't tell him you're going to see him but he makes his disapproval known at any given moment in time. You'd have to seek out the object of your affections independent of Xavier but when he sees the two of you together his gaze darkens and he observes from the sidelines.
Ultimately, he does want your happiness so he'll keep his thoughts to himself. However, you know he isn't happy about the fact you're seeing Jeremiah but you can't understand why. It's not because the man is treating you poorly - it's just because Xavier wants you. The fact that he can't have you vexes him but he's also not wanting to admit this to you. He grows distant with Jeremiah but if you ask him to spend time with you he finds it hard to say no. He'll always be longing for you, praying that you'll return his feelings but with every day that passes he knows the chance of it happening dies.
Zayne doesn't know how to respond. He asks you a little about your feelings for Greyson, trying to understand just how much you like the man. When it's clear that just the simple act of introducing him to you would make you happy he decides to do it despite every part of his body screaming no. He loves you and he wants you but he also knows he'd never forgive himself for getting in the way of your happiness.
It would take him a second honestly to muster up the mental energy to ask Greyson if he'd like to meet you. He mentions that a friend of his would like to meet him and internally, he's devastated when Greyson says yes, setting up a time and place for the two of you to meet.
As your relationship with him develops Zayne finds himself wishing he could retract. He loves you and he always will but seeing you so happy with someone that isn't makes his heart break. He doesn't go out of his way to avoid you two but he also doesn't really hang out with the two of you either. He tries to keep himself neutral as much as possible, not letting his personal feelings bleed into his professional life.
Honestly, it seems as though he doesn't have a personal life. He throws himself into work now that you don't have as much time to be with him. He doesn't really mind being too busy for other things but a part of him misses when he could spend all his free time with you. You'd start to see less and less of him, Greyson telling you that he's just busy all the time. You miss him too but you know he is a busy man, the two of you falling out of touch as time passes at an agonizingly slow pace for him.

Rafayel wouldn't introduce you to Thomas for similar reasons to Xavier. He doesn't think Thomas deserves you so you'd have to circumvent Rafayel which is fairly easy considering how often Thomas comes by his place for work and how often Rafayel insists you have to come over.
It's best to speak to Thomas whenever Rafayel is in the midst of an elaborate painting considering he'll leave you alone as all of his attention is taken up. That's when the two of you would bond and your relationship would grow, much to Rafayel's displeasure. He notices what's happening and would make subtle hints (read: complain loudly) about how you deserve someone better than Thomas. He tries to steal your attention but the more it fails the meaner he seems to get.
Thomas finds himself either fired or demoted but thanks to the fact that he's been able to work with Rafayel for so long he finds new work quickly. You want to scold Rafayel for being so petty but the man you find isn't the one you grew to know. This one is cold and almost cruel, never outwardly saying anything mean to you but you get the sense that he's keeping quiet for your sake.
He can't help but lash out, deciding he doesn't need this anymore. He'll decide that he doesn't need you (and he's fully lying to himself), resigning himself fully back to feeling that ever permeating pain that seeps itself into every part of his being. He was already used to the longing before - he'll do it again.
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