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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months ago

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Black Light 16

Warnings: noncon, namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

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Part of The Club AU

“Stop!” August swats you away as you play with his chest hair, “God’s sakes, do you sleep? Why are you in here?”

“If I was a worm--” You begin.

“Don’t,�� he catches your hand as you reach for him again. “Why won’t you go away?”

You pout and glare at him as you sit back on your heels. You cross your arms as he closes his eyes and drapes his thick arm over his face. You have that urge again. The one that makes your palm itch.

“Why didn’t you?”

He huffs, his broad chest rising and falling, drawing your attention. Despite the mess of feelings you have about this man, from fear to fury to furor, you can’t help but notice how cute he is.

“Trust me, I’m asking myself the same thing,” he growls.

“Oh, I have a question,” you pop your hand up as if he could even see.

“No more questions.”

“How old are you? Because I’m sensing a bit of a gap here. I don’t mind, though. Older guys are cute,” you giggle and wiggle giddily, “but like you’re handsome. Rugged. Anyway, I just figured that silver hair right there--”

He rips his arm away from his face and catches your hand, threatening to crush it as he squeezes. You gaze meets his agitated scowl and you smile. You wiggle free of him and drop your arm.

“You have beautiful eyes,” you preen.

His forehead lines and he turns his attention to the ceiling. He grinds his teeth as he puffs out through his nose. You admire the strength corded into his thick neck. You lean forward and plop a kiss on his cheek. He snarls again.

“Well, I’m awake now,” he bristles.

“Oh, me too,” you chime, “I remember you like coffee, right? After our first time you--”

“Jesus fuck,” he sits up and his muscles bulge. “Yes, go make some coffee. Just get away from me.”

“Right,” you turn and bounce off the bed. You look down at yourself and let out another bubbly trill, “do you have something I can wear? Unless... you like the view.”

He grumbles and looks over his shoulder. He stares for a moment before turning back to face the other wall. He shrugs.

“Closet.”

You search around and find the sliding doors. You roll it back and find an endless supply of black button-ups. Not much variety. This whole place is drab. Not the shades of grey that makes people happy. You take one of the shirts and swoop it up your arms. You face him again as you do it up.

“Oh, do you have any hot chocolate? I don’t drink coffee. The caffeine makes me buzz.”

“You serious? This is you without coffee?”

“Or tea? I like tea. Ohhhhh, I can bake cookies.”

He bends forward and holds his head, “you can drive me fucking crazy!”

“Oh, pookie, you know I’m mad about you too,” you spin and skip to the door, “I’ll figure it out.”

You breeze out into the front room and through to the kitchen. It’s tidy. You search the cupboards and find a canister of coffee. You measure it out like you do at home for your dad and find him a mug. All of them black too. This place exists in monochrome. He needs someone like you to brighten it up.

You take your time and so does he. The pot finishes and he’s still in the bedroom. It’s like he’s avoiding you or something. That’s absurd. He wasn’t so shy last night, was he?

You traipse over to his bedroom door and peek inside. You get an eyeful of his ass and giggle. He glances over as he pulls out a pair of briefs. Also black. Maybe slate gray.

“What?” He tweaks a brow.

“Nothing, you’re just...” you flex your arms as the sleeves gather at your wrists, “so strong.”

“Stop.”

“Stop? Well, I’m just saying. You’re thick.”

“Thick?” He squints and looks down, brushing his hand down his hard stomach. “I work out more hours in a day than you’ve done in your entire life.”

“I can tell,” you stick your tongue out. “It’s a compliment.”

“Mmm,” he growls and steps into his underwear. “Don’t you have stuff to do? Somewhere else to be?”

“Hm,” you tap your chin with your finger, “I haven’t heard from my friend but I’m sure she’ll get back to me. And my mom and dad trust me, they won’t worry.”

“You don’t have any hobbies?” He says as he shakes out a pair of jeans and pulls them on.

“Oh, loads. I love to make dreamboards. What about we look at the scrapbook I made you? Or we can make one together.”

“No.”

“How about... knitting. I can show you how--”

“No.”

“Quilting--”

“No fucking way.”

“We could go for a walk? We can hold hands and look at the butterflies--”

“You are delusional,” he unfolds a tee shirt as he approaches you. “I’m not into all that shit. I’m barely into you when I’m not balls deep.”

“Well, we could do that too,” you offer.”

He inhales deeply and rolls his eyes, “I get it, alright? You’re upset. If you think that what happened was so wrong, why don’t you go to the police? I’m sure they’ll be happy to knock on my door.”

You waver and your smile falls. You’d rather an actual slap in the face than this feeling. You narrow your eyes. He lets the hem of the shirt slip down his torso.

“Did you know that the majority of victims don’t report. Those that do are rarely even investigated, let alone convicted,” you chirp up as you lift your chin defiantly, “bet you were counting on that?”

“Then why the fuck are you here?” He exclaims as he throws his hands up, “leave me alone. Get over it!”

“Get over--” you sneer and bite your tongue.

You can’t stop yourself. You throw your fist at him and he deflects it easily. You follow with another, and another, but he easily bats them all away. He grabs your wrists and stretches your arms up, letting you dangle from his grip.

“You are fucking ballsy,” he growls, “you keep this up and you won’t like it when I fight back.”

You curl your lip and swing in his grasp. You stretch your neck awkwardly and get as close as you can. You snap your teeth down and bite his chest as he cries out and lets you go. He stumbles backwards and you unlatch as he staggers back. He rubs his pec through the cotton and gives you a stunned look.

“Did you just fucking bite me?”

“I’ll do it again, you big meanie!” You stomp your foot and ball your fists.

“What the fuck,” he pulls the collar of his shirt away from his neck and peers down it.

“We’re going to have a romantic walk, you hear me, Auggy,” you furrow your nose, “or I’ll bite something else.”

#august walker #dark august walker #dark!august walker #august walker x reader #series #drabble #black light #the club #au #mission impossible: fallout

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latibvles · 1 month ago

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43) a blood stained uniform for lena and andy

A BLOODSTAINED UNIFORM.

done with my essays which means I can finally tackle the clothing prompts!! lena and andy my beloveds... here's some postwar Andy at the Connolly house. they're having a slumber party. they should kiss already. I mean what.

Everything in the Connolly apartment is packed tightly together. A bedroom off the kitchen and the other off the living room — the only distinction between them being the shift from hardwood to tile. Andy figures it’s only fitting; Lena’s been fairly open about having no siblings and not needing much space — she liked how close together things were. It makes it easier when she’s stirring and he can hear from the thin wall separating her room from the living room.

She doesn’t say that, but whenever he opens the door and sits on the edge of her bed, tucking strands of hair behind her ear when she jolts awake, Andy has a feeling it’s a shared sentiment.

In the mornings she makes the eggs, he makes the bacon and she talks about why her parents have gone away to begin with. And Andy listens, because he likes the way she talks: everything is lists with Lena, it’s all step-by-step and clear, concise — intentions laid out clear as day. She’s easy to keep up with. After everything, surprises leave a sour taste in his mouth anyway. He’s here for her, so she wouldn’t be alone, but he can’t help but find comfort in the way her eggs are always a little burnt at the edges.

They sit on the couch, knees knocking against each other’s and the coffee table, knuckles brushing whenever she reaches for the mug in front of her.

“Do me a favor?”

“What I’m here for.” Lena chuckles at that, rolling her eyes.

“Cute,” she mutters, and Andy smiles. “I’ve got like… this box of letters from a few of Rivera’s girls under my bed. Pretty hard to miss. Could you..?” He nods, rising to his feet, making his way into her bedroom. He’d been endeared by the sight of it, when he poked his head in once and found her bundled up in a heavy hand-made quilt. Her bed is tucked into one corner of the room. Her vanity doubles as a desk and as such is littered with knick-knacks and pictures by the mirror.

He gets down on his knees, reaching beneath the bed until his fingers meet metal, and he curls them around the handle to tug. It’s heavier than he expects it to be, dragging across the floor with loud scrapes and Andy silently hopes he isn’t fucking up her floors or something as he eventually tugs out an old wooden footlocker — splintering a bit at the edges. The ink is fairly faded, but he can make out the words easily: CPL. LENA M. CONNOLLY, A-017610.

Andy stares at it for a long, hard moment — wondering if this is what she meant or if he’s completely missed the mark. And if this is what she meant, what does it say about them that she’s letting him crack open her old footlocker, even if he’s just trying to get something for her? He looks at the slightly rusted latches keeping it shut, the spots where green paint has chipped away a little bit before he sighs and pops the trunk open. He’ll make it quick.

There’s a bunch of books on one half of it, a couple loose pieces of paper that Andy skims over briefly, looking for names. He recognizes an H. Hobbs, vaguely, just from things Lena’s told him about service. There’s one signed off from “Soup” and he chuckles a little under his breath, stacking them to the side. An old photograph in front of a barracks — he recognizes Lena in the middle, her arms tossed around two girls’ shoulders: one tall, blonde and skinny, the other with a small smile and a youth-filled face.

It’s not that she’s never talked about her service before. But in the same way she hasn’t pried about the puckered scar on his temple, he hasn’t pressed about the jagged ones on her calf that didn’t look anything like shrapnel. He’s getting around to remembering names, and knows that ghosts linger in the corners of this tiny apartment. Takes a certain level of pride in knowing she’d called him to chase them away.

He doesn’t know where the line blurs between doing a favor and curiosity. He thinks it has something to do with his fingers brushing against fabric, tugging until it unravels but careful not to upend everything else in the box. Andy never had to wear something like this, an all-in-one green suit with a long zipper. He tries to imagine what it'd be like to wear this and comes to the succinct conclusion that the heat stroke would’ve taken him out before the bullet did.

There’s a few old stains on it, impossible to ignore. A dark brown on the cuffs of the sleeves, and down the front of it — it’s not hard to imagine how it must’ve smelled irony and metallic. His stomach begins to twist, feeling sick. Not at the fact that blood had been a part of her job, but that feeling that this isn’t meant for his eyes. He has half a mind to fold it up as quickly as he can. He almost does. The door opens and Andy can’t help the curse that escapes him.

“Andy? You— oh,” he looks over his shoulder, but Lena isn’t really looking at him. Her eyes are trained on the fabric in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he says immediately, “I was just—”

“No no, it’s fine,” Lena walks towards him, gets on her knees next to him. “I haven’t really gone through any of it anyway. I’ve just been shoving stuff in here,” she admits, reaching over his legs to grab the letters and looking at them with a smile as she skims it. “But I probably should’ve unpacked it first.”

Andy watches as she folds up the two letters, sets them on her side. His eyes fall to her blunt nails, and the tattered and slightly scabbed nail beds. To one of the faded scars on her cheek — only really visible when he’s close, like this, when the sunlight starts leaking in through her window at 10am. He knows he’s staring, she knows it too, because she looks over at him and tilts her head slightly. “She’s fine though. My copilot. First aid was uh… part of the job. I helped land the plane that day.”

He doesn’t know if he’s relieved that she’s not angry with him, or that this part of the story has a somewhat decent end. He figures it’s a little bit of both as he folds up her flight suit again.

Lena’s hand brushes his when they pack away the other stuff. For a moment, Andy’s just a little mesmerized at their ability to heal, on top of everything else she can do.

#andylena my beloveds #ch: lena connolly #ship: lena/andy #andy haldane #Andy haldane x oc #the pacific fic #masters of the air fic #masters of the air oc

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wordywarriorwrites · 8 months ago

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Blowing Bubbles

Title: Blowing Bubbles | AO3 | Rating: T | Masterlist

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F! Reader

Summary: Your stay-cation isn't exactly going as planned...

Warnings: Kissing. Mildly spicy thoughts/behaviors.

A/N: This is the second fic I've written for Hawk and Frankie. Here is the first. If people show interest and the muse sticks with me, I might continue writing little drabbles for them. :o)

“Hawk, what are you doing?”

Frankie’s sudden appearance just inside the living room threshold prompts you to glance up so fast that your neck crackles and pops like dried wood. You let out a hissed curse – not only at the pain, but also because you know you’ve just been caught.

The oversized mug at your elbow is steaming with your third (maybe fourth?) serving and the table in front of you is covered corner-to-corner with tools and supplies of various kinds. There’s really no hiding what you’re getting up to – especially not when it’s zero-two-hundred, and you’re so damn jittery from too much dark roast and exhaustion that you’re practically tap dancing in your seat. You really should’ve eaten the toast you made for yourself, but you just got so wrapped up in it…

“Por favor, cariño,” he rasps. “Come to bed.”

“Five more minutes,” you counter, refocusing on the remaining bits and pieces spread out in front of you. “I’ve almost got it this time.”

“You said that yesterday.”

“I know, but--”

“And the day before.”

Your absentminded grunt. His put-out sigh. The refrigerator hums lightly and the floorboards creak with every other step he takes toward the kitchen. Bare feet patter along the tile, and then, he’s standing over you – the broad, muscular form of him distorted by the headlamp magnifier you’re wearing. A blurry cutout of sinew, Frankie is lit up by a tiny row of LEDs, and his eyes morph, all comically large, before his visage starts to become clearer.

“You look like a mad scientist,” he remarks, deft fingers working to remove your headgear and scoot your mug of black-one-sugar aside. “Even your hair is wild.”

“I think the term you’re looking for is sex hair,” you quip back, unable to hide the smirk crawling its way up the left side of your face. “And I lay the blame at your feet for that.”

A flicker of pride, and then, a furrowed brow. Frankie crosses his arms over his chest and props his cute ass up against the table, but it’s not until his expression morphs into what you’ve dubbed his “frowny, grumpy face” that you know he’s no longer thinking happy thoughts. A man of careful consideration, he weighs his words, practically rolling them around in his mind and mouth before finally speaking.

“We had plans,” he says, succinct, but not unkind.

You rub the back of your neck and stare at your lap, “And I’m ruining them.”

“No, baby, not that – never that. It’s just…A whole week together. Just you and me. That’s what we agreed to. Remember?”

You fiddle with the hem of your t-shirt and nod, your mind recalling the hours-long conversations the two of you had, going over the pros and cons, weighing up the mutual fears and excitement. The serious lack of alone time and the desperate, mutual need for a break – that’s what ultimately clinched it. You and Frankie would have your own, private staycation, while at the same time, a very excited Isabella would be with her grandparents for a getaway at an out-of-town water park/resort.

You and Frankie never have the house to yourselves, and the two of you had plans to celebrate via unabashed orgasms, eating pizza naked in front of the TV, and taking prolonged showers together. No chores. No projects. No plans to go out or catch up with friends or even grocery shop…

But instead of a distraction-free, sexed-up weekend, full of takeout food and Netflix shows without singing cartoons, you’ve been tinkering with Isabella’s damn bubble blaster. You’ve allowed an easily replaceable, three-dollar toy to take up entirely too much of the infrequent, precious alone time you get with the man you otherwise can’t ever seem to get enough of.

You repair helicopters, for crying out loud. And you’re good at your job. In fact, you’re so good at it, the exorbitant salary you pull isn’t just for your mechanical skills – people also hire you on a contractual basis just for your opinions. Shit, you could buy Isabella a plethora of brand-new bubble blasters. Hell, you could upgrade to one of those fancy machines they use at clubs and in movies, but there’s something about fixing this particular butterfly-themed bubble blaster that you simply can’t let go of…

“The replacement parts you’re putting in this thing are more expensive than the toy itself,” he says, voice gruff with sleep and perhaps a hint of agitation. “And with how she plays with her toys… You know it’s not gonna last long.”

Frankie’s remarks prompt you to glance at the table’s surface again. Every inch is covered with a mess of trial-and-error, and the presence of all that’s accumulated – like the multimeter, soldering iron, repair kit, and empty supply packages – simply makes you shrug.

A deep inhale. A long exhale. Frankie closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose – the picture of an exasperated partner who really wanted to get laid without fear of interruption and maybe – just maybe – eat first and sleep in late for a change. You feel terrible for getting caught up, for allowing your obsessive, one-track mind to take over, and you would apologize for it if not for him speaking first.

“I love the way you love her,” Frankie says, tone now warmer, more understanding. “I may not get why you’re doing this, but… I love you. And I love you more for loving her.”

You find it difficult to keep the tears at bay – especially when he looks at you, all soft, soulful eyes full of adoration and even deeper admiration. Frankie has always had the uncanny ability to see you, to get you right down to the marrow, and it would terrify the hell out if you weren’t so in love with him.

“It’s her favorite,” you say, hoping that somehow explains the reasoning behind the sudden madness that’s gripped you. “And I just… I should be able to fix this for her.”

He scratches at the hairs along the column of his throat, “I know, cariño. I know.”

A long pause, and then, you press your luck. “Does that mean I can have five more minutes?” you wonder, sticking out your lower lip and batting your eyelashes for good measure.

The sound that escapes his throat is a combination of a bemused groan and a warning growl. You know you haven’t exactly won, but you haven’t lost, either. Frankie is a man of compromise who always has a caveat, and you know it’s coming when he leans forward, cups your face in his hands, and stares at you in such a way that you’re powerless not to meet his gaze.

“Last chance,” he says sternly. “Then, it goes in the trash. That’s an order.”

You lick your lips and nod slightly, “Yes, sir.”

Frankie’s pupils expand, and his smile wide enough to reveal his dimple, then, he’s kissing you – a relentless, frantic demand of your mouth that’s all possessive and purposeful. Then, he’s slow as syrup when he pulls away, the epitome of stark contrast when he drops a chaste peck to the middle of your forehead and calmly sets a timer on his wristwatch. He doesn’t hover – he simply hands you the headlamp magnifier, wishes you luck, and leaves you to it.

With your heart racing and the clock ticking, you set about reassembling, working off your own drawings of internal components and how the toy had been put together before you started tinkering with it. You slide the battery into place and close the compartment. With a flick of your thumb, the power button slides from off to on, and the colorful lights built into the handle come to life.

The bottle of bubble refill twists neatly into place. You slowly press down on the trigger, and the enclosed blower fan comes to life with a high-pitched, mechanical whir.

“Alright, come on,” you murmur, watching as the soap dribbles pathetically down your wrist and along your forearm. “Come on, baby, come on…”

A strange gurgle. A death-rattle-type wheeze. Then, one, big bubble gives way to dozens more, and you don’t realize you’re on your feet or that you’ve even left the kitchen. Suddenly, you’re jumping on the bed, practically screaming your victory at the top of your lungs, jostling the hell out of Frankie and covering him, the blanket, sheets, and pillows with glittery bubbles.

When you eventually stop your crowing, you’re panting, and your mouth tastes like soap. Frankie’s laughter has slowed, and he’s trying (and failing) to brush the glitter out of his hair and mustache. There’s no denying you’re still giddy and wound up as all hell, but still, you’re careful when you step down from the bed and even more mindful of where you place your prized work, opting for the top dresser drawer and nestling it safely in a pile of socks.

“I did it,” you exhale, mind settling in its relief. “I actually did it.”

“M'proud of you,” Frankie grins sleepily.

You sigh and happily crawl into strong arms covered in soapy sparkles. You let yourself bask in for a moment, permit yourself to soak up Frankie’s sincere compliments, revel in your achievement, and think of how happy Isabella will be. It feels good – good in a way that’s entirely unexpected because the motivation was different.

“I do love her,” you whisper, the words tumbling out like a confession against the soft cotton t-shirt covering his chest.

A beat of silence. Then, you feel warm fingertips beneath your chin, coaxing your eyes up until his gaze meets yours. Frankie cups your cheek and his smile – the one reserved just for you – fills you with such warmth, such comfort, that you can’t help but smile at him in return. His kiss is brief, but tender, and then, he rests his cheek against the crown of your head and holds you just a little bit tighter.

You nuzzle his chest and sigh, “You think she knows?”

He chuckles and nods slightly, “Yeah, cariño. She knows.”

#frankie catfish morales x reader #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales fanfic #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fan fiction #francisco morales x reader #francisco morales fanfiction #wordywarriorwrites

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trashboatprince · 1 year ago

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Hiya! If you haven’t done this one yet the last prompt on the physical intimacy prompt list with Aziraphale and crowley? Hope you had a good day at work!

I did not have a good day at work, but thank you anyway haha!

Alrighty, the prompt is: climbing back into bed, onto your partner's body to wake them up

I think this was written with these two on my sideblog, but not here, so let's do this!

On with the fic!

Sleep was never really an interest of Aziraphale's over the centuries. He had slept on a few occasions, mostly to appear human when he was with large groups of them, or when he was too exhausted and felt it was the best way to recharge.

Sometimes he enjoyed it when he shared his bed with his favorite being in all of creation.

He slowly opened his eyes, seeing the faint light of the rising sun outside of his curtained windows. There was the quiet sounds of the early morning SoHo traffic, and the gentle snoring of Crowley, who was drooling on the pillow next to Aziraphale's head.

Aziraphale tried to keep his laughter quiet as he looked at the tussled, messy hair Crowley was sporting, the demon's ridiculous, snake-themed eye mask was out of sorts on his face, only covering one eye. A few times, his tongue slipped out, wiggling a bit to taste the air.

It was such a cute sight to behold, and one Aziraphale silently treasured because he knew Crowley would be grumpy if it was brought up. He leaned over, giving the demon a tiny kiss on his forehead before getting out of bed.

Aziraphale slipped on his dressing gown and slippers, making his way to the flat above the shop's kitchen. He felt that today would be a good morning for breakfast in bed, and he was sure he had just the things for it! Aziraphale waved his hand about in the air, and he soon heard the happy music of the record placed on his gramophone down in the shop, wafting up the spiral stairs.

He pulled out a few pans and grabbed the ingredients he needed to prepare a breakfast of savory crepes for himself and sweet ones for Crowley. Sure, he could just pop over to Paris for his favorites, but he did enjoy making his own at home as well. Especially since he wanted to surprise Crowley!

He scrambled up some eggs in one pan, cooked up some sausages in another, while a knife worked on its own to slice up fresh fruits that knew better than to rot in his icebox! Aziraphale hummed along to the musical that played from his record as he repaired their breakfasts.

As things got close to being done, he put on the kettle for a nice pot of breakfast tea, remembering to grab the milk and sugar for the old tray he had kept in his kitchen since the eighteen hundreds.

He set up two plays with their crepes, along with two mugs for their tea. One was his favorite winged one, the other was an odd mug that changed color when you introduced hot drinks to it. This one went from black to having different types of stars and their names on it. He grabbed silverware and put them on the tray before lifting it up by the handles.

He was smiling as he opened the bedroom door, finding Crowley still sleeping soundly. Aziraphale set the tray down carefully on the bed before leaning over, his body pressing down on the demon's. He then started kissing Crowley on the cheek, the nose, before placing one on his lips.

This was quickly met with a response of the kiss being returned and he pulled back, moving off him as he smiled at the sleepy, partially-awake redhead looking at him. "Good morning, dear."

"Nnnnn... 'ornin' 'ngel..." Crowley mumbled, blinking very slowly, like a content cat. He stuck out his tongue a few times before smacking his lips and glanced towards the end of the bed, where the tray sat. "Food?"

"I thought today would be perfect for breakfast in bed." Aziraphale smiled brightly as he lifted the tray and sat down on the bed, setting their food down on his lap.

Crowley shifted and sat up, staring at the tray, then flopped his head down on Aziraphale's shoulder. "Breakfast in bed with my angel? And they're homemade crepes? Shit, I could get used to this."

So could Aziraphale, the angel thought to himself as he happily handed Crowley over the mug of tea.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #john's drabbles

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hxneyfarm · 1 year ago

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WIP Weekend!

tagged by @steves-strapcollection as always! thank you for keeping me accountable, babe. none of my shit would ever get written if it weren't for you, i think <33

THE RULES

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

THE WIPS

awkward office au

for the bit fake dating rewrite

batter up!

greatest hits

THE SNIPPET

Chrissy glances toward the office door and raises an eyebrow. “There goes your boy.”

“Not my boy,” Eddie says with a tsk. There he is, though - Steve Harrington, in a starched yellow button down. He’s got a coffee cup in his hand. He looks right at Eddie as he passes, makes eye contact, holds it. “Fourth time I’ve seen him since I clocked in.”

“Fourth? He’s getting bold.”

Eddie plucks his own empty coffee mug from the corner of his desk. It’s one his uncle got for him, says Don’t Stop Me From Having a Helvetica Good Time.

“Suddenly I’m pooped. Think I need a pick me up.”

“Mmm,” Chrissy grins. She stands from the chair, gathers her file folder, and tells Eddie with a wink, “Knock him dead, tiger.”

“Hey, that’s my line! Thief!”

“Sue me,” she shrugs, and leaves to head toward the Harrison room.

Eddie stretches and twists, letting his spine pop as he does, and then he heads toward the coffee machine.

Steve is there already, the whirring coffee machine loud as it grinds the beans for his - vanilla latte, Christ, of course. Usually, Eddie will get a cup of black coffee from the machine and load it up with sugar and half and half. Not today, though. Today seems like a vanilla latte kind of day.

“Steve,” Eddie says in greeting as he comes up behind him. Steve glances over his shoulder with an arched brow.

“Munson. Edwin, was it?”

“Cute. Eddie. You know that, though. At least… you did at the Christmas party. Or. Well. After the Christmas party.”

Steve pinkens, the cherry red tips of his ears spreading into a lovely blush that goes all the way down his cheeks and neck and disappears beneath the collar of his shirt. He smirks, though, fighting past the flush to look Eddie in the eye.

“Hmmm, the Christmas party…” Steve says, considering, his brow furrowing like he’s trying to muster up a memory that just isn’t there. “I dunno… did something happen that night? It was such a long time ago, I can’t remember. Must not have been that memorable.”

no pressure tags: @hotluncheddie, @bifuriouswaterbender, @sunflowerharrington, @lady-lostmind, @steddielations, @stevebabey, @sharpbutsoft, @patchworkgargoyle, @starryeyedjanai, @eriquin

#bee's blurbs #wip weekend #steddie

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marshallpupfan · 1 year ago

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Marshall Merchandise Update!

It's been a good month since I last posted about any new finds for my Marshall collection. I dare say I've got some interesting items to show off this time! I'll try to figure out where I'm going to put them later. 😅

First up, this "Play Cup". It's basically a small coffee mug, except it's plastic and comes with a small bag of candy. The artwork of Marshall is pushed out a bit, giving it a 3D-like look instead of just being flat. I believe this item released around Easter time, but I'm not 100% sure. I was able to get this one on Ebay for a good price.

Chase also got a similar cup, but I'm not sure if the other pups got some, too. I recall seeing some of non-PAW Patrol characters, but I can't remember which ones right off hand.

Next, this insulated lunch box! Okay, I have to admit, the moment I seen that artwork of Marshall on the front, I knew I had to buy this. I mean, it's just so super-duper cute! Then again, that pup always is! 😉

Just like the Play Cup, the main artwork of Marshall here is also slightly pushed out, and it has a holographic-like outline around him, too. The material is cloth, and it has little pics of Chase, Marshall and Rubble scattered about (no Skye, Rocky or Zuma, oddly enough). There's also a little pocket on the side for a bottle. It's pretty nice!

Admittedly, when I bought this thing, I thought it was going to be kind of small. Turns out, it's nearly eleven inches tall! It easily holds the most out of all the lunch boxes I have.

Next, this micro mover of... Claw? Hey, I finally managed to obtain the last piece of merchandise of my favorite baddie from PAW Patrol! Well, the last piece available in North America, anyway. Believe it or not, they made additional items of Claw in other countries, such as the Dairy 4 Fun line of products in Germany. I don't think I'll ever own any of those, since they're surely hard to find now... and overseas shipping is usually pretty high, even for small items.

No biggie, I'm quite happy with these three items! Hey, have I mentioned lately that I'm a big fan of Claw and really hope to see him in the cartoon again someday soon? Please, Spin Master? 🥺

Last, and possible the most interesting of the items this time; this Mighty Movie theater bundle set! It came with a cup, a [removable] topper figurine, a bucket, a mask, and of course, popcorn and a drink for the movie. I got these at an AMC Theater, although I've heard other cinemas had them, too (like Regal). The whole thing cost $20.

Actually, I was worried for a while there if I was going to be able to get one or not. I figured they'd sell out quickly, and I wasn't looking forward to the idea of buying one off of Ebay for two or three times the price. Thankfully, we found out that my closest AMC Theater were selling them a day early, so we rushed up to go get one. And according to someone on Instagram, it's a very good thing that I did; they told me that, after finishing the movie, they noticed most of the kids in the lobby were wearing Marshall masks! Possibly more than any of the other pups! Wow, way to go, spotted one! 😁

Well, that's all for now! I have a friend who might send me one more Mighty Movie item that I've been looking for, but otherwise, I have a feeling this is it for movie merch. Chances are, Jungle Pups toys will be up next here in North America, since I'm sure those episodes will finally air here at the beginning of 2024. Then again, Christmas is fast approaching, so I'm sure holiday-themed products will pop up in-between time. I'll have plenty to keep my eyes open for, no doubt.

A Marshall merchandise collector's work is never done. 😅

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theloveoftoms · 2 years ago

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This Christmas - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x Penny Benjamin

Summary: This Christmas, Maverick intends to find Penny the perfect gift. Will he succeed? Or will he wait until the 24th and end up asking Rooster for help?

A/N: in honour of top gun being on the paramount channel literally ALL day yesterday (you know I watched it more than once ;)), I decided to write this cute little Christmas story about Penny and Mav. I had such a blast writing this and I hope you enjoy! <3 🎄🤍 HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! xoxo - mac

Wordcount: 3.4k

For the past forty years or so, whenever Christmastime rolled around, Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell would make it his goal to wait until the eve of the 24th to do all of his Christmas shopping. Gifts for his family and friends would frequently be purchased at whichever 24 hour pharmacy was in closest proximity of whichever naval base he had been living on. Maverick would browse the isles for discounted chocolates, keychains, coffee mugs, and other little nicknacks that could be found. By the till, he would grab whichever roll of wrapping paper was left, and wrap the presents in his car on the way to wherever he was going. It was simple, and it was maverick.

But this Christmas was going to be different. It was the first Christmas that he was spending with Penny and her daughter Amelia. Maverick didn't want to be seen as the boyfriend who waited until the very last minute to get his gorgeous lady - and her daughter - a gift that still had the price tag on it. He wanted to set a good example. He wanted to show both Penny and Amelia that he was really committed this time, and that he was finally ready to keep his feet on the ground - or at least in the San Diego area when he was up in the air.

Maverick's Christmas preparations begun in the first week of November. One night while Penny was running Amelia to the mall for an eyeshadow palette that she needed to have, Maverick found himself alone at home. And for some reason, the thought of Christmas popped into his mind. Maybe it was that he had been standing right beside the fire place, or maybe it was the universe's way of telling him to be a proper gentleman. Anyways, however the cause, it made Maverick realize that he wanted to give his girls a Christmas to remember.

November involved Maverick looking over Penny's shoulder any time she was looking at something online, which she rarely did. And for all of November, all she had browsed online was a pair of Uggs that she bought for Amelia's birthday, kitchen-aid mixer attachments, and various skin care products that maverick had a hard time telling apart from one another. To him, nothing could compare to a three-in-one wash that was good for hair, face, and body.

However, as the month of December rose into effect, and the generally warm San Diego air began to feel brisk and unfamiliar on Maverick's face, he realized that time was running out. So, on a Friday night while Penny was busy working at The Hard Deck, and Amelia was off at a friends for a sleepover, Maverick did the one thing that no middle-aged man should do on his own; go to the mall.

So, he hopped on his motorcycle and ventured down the interstate until he reached the district of Mission Valley, where the biggest outlet mall of the area was located. For a Friday night, the shopping mall was busier than Maverick had expected.

As the laughter of a group of lanky teenagers sitting at a nearby bus stop filled the air, a pit of worry began to spiral in Maverick's stomach as he begun his walk inside. His breath, what was usually composed of long, slow intervals of inhalations and exhalations turned into shallow dives as he walked up the pathway to the mall. Yes, you heard me, Pete Mitchell was nervous. He was nervous to go into the shopping mall.

When was the last time that Maverick had been to a shopping centre? The 90's? Early 2000's? Why on earth would he go to the mall? What would he even buy? But then, looking at his phone noticing his background, maverick remembered why he was here, he was going to get a gift for Penny and Amelia.

Amelia was easy to shop for, after all, she had emailed Maverick a very detailed list of items that she wanted for Christmas. The list was even complete with pictures, store locations, prices, and sizes. So as quickly as he could, Maverick walked into the Hollister that was located on the second floor of the mall, and browsed the shelves for the clothing that Amelia had wanted.

But within seconds of looking in the young women's department, and hopelessly getting lost in exactly which lilac coloured shirt it was that Amelia wanted, he decided to ask the employee, who was likely not much older than his Amelia herself, for help.

But just as Maverick was about to open his mouth to speak, the girl with auburn hair directed her gaze to him, "You look like you need some help sir."

Maverick chuckled, shaking his head, "Was it that obvious," and showed the girl the list on his phone.

And for the next twenty minutes or so, the employee, who's name-tag read "Amy," led him around the store and picked up one of every piece of clothing that was on Amelia's "Clothing" section of the list. And as Maverick followed her around the store, he hung the shirts and skirts, and pairs of jeans over his shoulder like one might with a towel before they shower.

"Would you like gift-wrap with that sir?" Amy asked him as she scanned through the pile of clothing that was set down in a heap on the counter. And Maverick, who didn't really have faith in his gift wrapping abilities agreed.

So, after Amy would scan an item, she would fold it neatly and then place it in the box, one atop of another, until she needed to begin another box. "Is this for your daughter?" Amy asked, folding the very last item, a cropped knit sweater that made Maverick nervous. But the comment, the very thing that Amy asked him, made his heart swell. Amelia was the daughter he never had. And Maverick, as trying as ever, was the father that left her and her mom. A comment like this would make Maverick smile just a little but more, enhancing the smile-lines forming in his seemingly ageless face.

The first time Amelia called him dad was when Maverick answered the door to one of her friends, and Amelia, who's hair was half-curled for the school dance, greeted her friend "Hey Chels, ugh dont mind my dad, come on, lets go get ready!" As brief as the conversation was, Maverick heard it, and although she called him Mav more than she called him Dad, he knew that what they had was special.

"Yes," Maverick replied confidently, smiling softly to himself as the employee tied a bright red ribbon around the box.

Amy offered him the machine, and a number popped up that made Maverick wonder why a cropped shirt must cost more than that of a full one. Seeing the numbers, three digits in, maverick looked up, raising an eyebrow at the cashier, "is this the total?" he asked with shock.

Amy nodded, "yes sir." And a defeated Maverick who cared for Amelia dearly, inserted his card and said goodbye to that new pair of sunglasses he had wanted to buy himself.

With two medium sized Hollister boxes tucked beneath either arm, Maverick walked out of the store and through the busy mall foyer. Each time he passed a window, he would peer in, looking if there was a gift suitable enough for Penny. But the clothes in the window weren't Penny's style. And a previous gift, a black leather jacket, that Maverick had gotten Penny for her birthday that was still unused said otherwise that perhaps Maverick shouldn't get his girlfriend clothing.

So as his feet grew tired, and the night carried on, Maverick continued to wander through the mall. He wandered into stores whenever he thought he saw something, and out of the stores whenever he realized that in fact he didn't. He had been there for nearly three hours, and the only other things he had purchased were a new pair of headphones, a baby blue water bottle, and a pack of fun coloured things called 'squishmallows' that Maverick had never heard of until that night. And each one of those things were for Amelia.

The only thing he had found for Penny was a box of peppermint bark chocolates and a pair of fuzzy socks that had winter-time drawings of polar bears on them. Yes he had green her something, but Maverick wanted to get her something special.

It was hopeless, Penny Benjamin was impossible to shop for.

So as Maverick walked slowly back to his motorcycle in the dark of the night, wandering how on earth he was going to drive home with two boxes of clothing and a another bag of Amelia's presents, he felt a sense of defeat that he had not managed to find one real present for Penny.

Each morning on his way to the base, Maverick would park his bike and walk down a different street of Coronado in hopes of finding something for Penny. He wandered into a book store, and then out when he wasn't sure if Penny even liked to read at all. He did this every day for a week, and by the time Christmas Eve rolled around, he was starting to get nervous. So much so, that he began to debate asking her what it is that she wanted, but mid-way through typing the text, Maverick decided against it as it was Christmas Eve and he didn't want Penny to think that he had done what he had done and not gotten her anything at all. So, he did the next best thing. He asked Rooster.

For all of the morning, Maverick had spent his time tracking down Rooster on the base, which was not an easy thing to do. Especially when he was in a meeting with a couple of the on-base commanders and Admirals. Maverick, the man with with quite the back bone, knocked on the door to the board room where the meeting was being held, and interjected whatever naval business was going on there. He cleared his throat, "Pardon my interruption, but I am going to need to borrow Lieutenant Bradshaw for a moment."

Cyclone, who gave Maverick a disapproving look, rolled his eyes and waved for Rooster to go. Rooster, who hated meetings, wasted no time in the act. "Thanks for the save Mav," he said, patting him on the shoulder once he got out into the hallway.

"If you think I called you out here just to talk, you're wrong Bradshaw," Maverick spoke, leading Rooster down the hallway.

"Well what is it then?" he asked.

Maverick thought about how he should word this next phrase. Would he rush into to, would he stagger it? But eventually, he settled on putting it all out in the open, "I didn't get a Christmas gift for Penny."

Bradley's eyes went wide, and then he began to laugh, "Mav," he chuckled, "You can't be serious!"

"I wish I was joking," Maverick spoke defeatedly, "but she is impossible to shop for."

"What?" rooster laughed, "You didn't want to get her some mouthwash and a box of chocolates from the pharmacy?" he chuckled, gesturing at the gift that mav had gotten him last year.

"Well, I can see who's getting the hemorrhoid cream this year Bradley," Maverick said as he slapped an arm around the boy.

"Ha ha, very funny," Rooster teased, "but why are you asking me?" he asked.

Maverick threw his hands up in the air in that usual dramatic way of his, "I'm asking myself the same thing," he groaned, "But I dunno, you seem to have it all figured out with Phoenix, and as much as I hate to admit it, I could probably learn a thing or two from you."

Rooster smiled, "Well, if you're going to flatter me like that, I suppose I could help you."

So, the pair, who were still clad in their flight suits, wandered out to the parking lot and hopped into Rooster's Ford Bronco, because two grown men sitting together on a motorcycle was something that neither one of them had wanted to experience.

As Rooster started the car up, the piano chorus of "Great Balls of Fire" sang through the stereo. It made maverick smile. "You really are just like him Bradley."

Bradley looked to Maverick, and then looked away, turning the radio down, trying to hide the smile that was spread across his face. There was a time where Rooster would have hated being told that, especially by Maverick. But over the past year, the two had grown close like they once had been. Maverick was practically his father. And although he would never admit it, Rooster thought of him like a father. Maverick could never replace his dad, but he could tell Rooster stories that made him embrace the past instead of run away from it.

"Where are we off to Bradley?" Maverick asked him as the vehicle pulled out the gates of Top Gun.

"Theres this little jewelry store on Orange avenue that 'Tash can't get enough of," Bradley spoke, "I hope you brought your Mastercard."

Maverick rolled his eyes, knowing he would probably spend a bit more money than he had planed to.

The quaint jewelry store called Diamonds of the Sea was nestled in-between a coffee shop and a restaurant that was located a mile or two off base. And Maverick and Rooster, who were both dressed in their government-issued uniforms and uniquely similar pair of aviators, pushed open the door delicately enough to make the chiming of the bell startle them. Jewelry stores scared Maverick. He always felt out of place in them. They didn't quite scare him as much as shopping malls did, but then again, he didn't particularly feel at his best in either of them. But at-least Rooster was here to offer his opinion and keep him some company.

The cases of glass filled the store, each one with a different variation of the same diamond ring, necklace, or bracelet. The details were microscopic; you had to know what to look for. And when Maverick saw just how many different pieces of jewellery were there, be began to feel just a bit in over his head.

"Bradley!" the store clerk greeted him with a smile, "Back again I see?" she asked in a cheerful tone.

Bradley shook his head, "Not me this time, Jessica. My friend Maverick here needs a present for someone special."

And for some reason, when Rooster described Penny as being someone special to Maverick, a blush crept up the back of his neck, making a warm pool of adoration rise in his chest.

"Well Maverick," Jessica smiled, extending her hand eloquently, "it's lovely to meet you. Do you have any ideas in mind of what you're looking to acquire?"

"A necklace," Maverick spoke, still a little bit unsure of himself, "But I don't really know what exactly it is I am looking for."

Jessica chuckled softly to herself, "If only you knew how many men in your position have said that to me this past week."

"Could you tell me something about this special someone Maverick?" Jessica said, "It might be a bit easier to help you decide if I know a bit about them."

But just as Maverick was about to speak, Rooster took the liberty of speaking on his behalf. "Its for his girlfriend," Rooster replied, "They've been on and off again since the 80's but now Mav here has finally decided to settle down."

Maverick ran a hand through his hair to hide the embarrassment that crept upon his face, "thanks for telling Jess here my whole life story."

Jessica laughed, "well how about we get the two of you situated in the consult room and we'll bring you a couple of selections and some champagne."

Maverick agreed.

Jessica, who's wage was paid mainly by commission, pulled out all the stops. In the consult room, she brought the two men a stack of necklaces with a range of prices. Some were silver and some were gold, and one had a light pink hue to it. But Maverick didn't like any of them. So, Jessica brought back another stack, and another, and decided to leave the guys alone with their thoughts for a while.

"What about this one?" Rooster offered, holding up a silver locket with a delicate heart-shape that you could insert a photo into. To which Maverick almost immediately shook his head, "its not Penny."

This routine went on for a while. Rooster would make a suggestion, and then Maverick would shoot it down. Poor Rooster, who was still very much wanted in the meeting with Cyclone was now occupied at a jeweller, helping his instructor and friend pick out a gift for his girlfriend.

An hour passed, and the two began sipping at the champagne that Jessica had brought, and the suddenly, Maverick saw it, the perfect necklace for Penny. He stood up slowly, holding the necklace carefully in his hands. It was like a scene from a movie. A moment of realization. This was it. This was Penny.

The necklace was composed of a faded gold chain that was almost brass in colour. And on the chain, a single charm. An anchor. It was simple, it was delicate, and most importantly, it was Penny.

Penny loved to sail, and although Maverick didn't admit it when Rooster had asked him about it, the anchor did depict something more that Penny's love for sailing.

To Maverick, it described his commitment to her. The anchor was a symbol that represented his willingness to stay and build a life with her. He may have missed out on it before, but now he was here, settled down as best as he could be, his feet on the ground; most of the time, whenever he wasn't flying. Penny was his anchor and he never wanted to let her go.

The necklace had costed more than Maverick would have hoped, but nothing was enough for his Penny. So, he had Jessica wrap it up in a signature sand-toned box, complete with a little white bow, and he placed it securely into the chest pocket of his flight suit.

So that night, while Amelia and Maverick were curled up on the couch, listening to whichever home alone movie happened to be on tv that night, Penny was busy in the laundry room, doing her weekly wash of Maverick's uniforms. She checked the pockets, as she usually did, but just as she was about to throw the deep green suit into the washing machine, she noticed something unusual in the chest pocket, a box, one that made Penny gasp. One that made Penny gasp loud enough to have both Amelia and Maverick come running into the laundry room to see what was the matter.

And when the two of them arrived, the box was held open and tears were pooling in Penny's eyes. "What is it mom?" Amelia asked, enticed to see what exactly was making her mother smile brightly amid her misty eyes.

"Maverick," she smiled with eyes of salt, "Its beautiful."

Amelia, who sensed that this was a special moment between her mother and Maverick to share, smiled at the both of them on the way out, "the commercials just ended, I'm going to go finish watching the movie."

Penny nodded and Maverick patted Amelia on the back on her way out, mouthing her a silent 'thank you.'

"You know Penny," Maverick said, looking up to meet her oceanic eyes, "you weren't supposed to see that until tomorrow."

Penny smiled, "well, maybe you should start doing your laundry" she laughed.

"Do you like it?" Maverick asked shyly, a blush of anticipation creeping up on the back of his neck.

"Maverick," Penny gushed, opening her arms and extending them around him, "this is the most perfect gift that anyone has ever gotten me. I love it, and I love you."

Maverick enclosed her in an embrace, pulling her close to his chest, placing a kiss at the top of her head. "Merry Christmas Penny," he said, smiling into her hair.

"Merry Christmas Pete."

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jplupine · 1 year ago

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Feral Possession: Chapter 33

Talks

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~4.8k WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Mentions of familial death [non-graphic] and past abuse [non-graphic]

Summary: Things are taking a turn in directions unknown.

A/N: Updating for other fics will start picking back up now that I no longer have to grind for my 31 Days of Bleach project xD Thank y'all for being patient!

You can also read it on AO3!

Masterlist | Chapter 33:

Scooping coffee grounds into the filter placed in the coffee machine, I felt Grimmjow nuzzle the side of my head as he somewhat leaned on me. Even though I'd been awake less than 30 minutes, he was already clinging to me. But I couldn't say I disliked it as he had his arms around me.

Closing the coffee machine's lid, I turned it on, and it started brewing.

Nel's first night here had actually been calmer than expected after giving her a thorough explanation of our situation. She actually seemed more capable of handling things than Grimmjow- Perhaps due to her living among humans for some time now already. It was hard to go to sleep at first knowing she was in the house, but having Grimmjow next to me eventually got me to relax.

Lips brushed my temple before Grimmjow's cheek rubbed against mine. I couldn't tell if he just wanted affection or if he was silently begging for breakfast like a housecat. Reaching up into one of the cabinets for some mugs, his hand slid across my stomach that had been somewhat exposed from my shirt riding up.

"Feel like breakfast tacos?" I asked, and he hummed with approval. The scent of freshly brewing coffee filled the kitchen, and I heard hooves come clomping down the stairs. Grimmjow didn't pull away in the slightest even when Nel came into the kitchen and saw him clinging to me.

"Unsettling, and yet kind of cute." She popped off after quietly staring at us for a few seconds.

"Shut up." Grimmjow grumbled.

"C'mon. Seeing you like this is like if Hell froze over, as humans say."

"Would you like some coffee?" I glanced at Nel, and she nodded with a smile.

"Yes, please."

"Man. You never use manners like that." I tapped Grimmjow's cheek before reaching for another mug. He softly growled before nipping the corner of my jaw. "I'm also gonna make breakfast tacos if you want any."

"Ooo, yesss." Nel got closer while eyeing the coffee pot to watch the hot liquid drip into the transparent pot. "No wonder Pantera has been staying here. This place is amazing." I couldn't help but scoff.

"So I take it you slept well, too?"

"Oh, the best sleep I've gotten in a long time. The peace and quiet, the soft mattress-" Nel made a noise almost like a trill while holding her face and smiling. "And now I get breakfast!"

"So you're over what I am?" I questioned, and Nel leaned on the counter.

"I don't see a reason to get hung up on it if you're not planning on attacking me. In fact, I'm very interested in knowing more about you, Wynter." Nel leaned closer only to get growled at by Grimmjow. "You're so territorial." She huffed while shooting the other demon a look as she backed away.

"No kidding." I muttered under my breath.

"Just make breakfast." Grimmjow growled.

"This should help with the flooring." I said while adjusting the socks on Nel's hooves. She hummed while looking at her hooves before placing them on the floor. The fabric dampened the sound and she stood up.

"Feels a bit strange." She placed her hands on her hips and took a few steps. Nel was now nearly silent as she moved around, and her ears perked. "Oh, I could get used to this."

"Great. I know hoof pads are a thing, but I figured this would be easier....and cheaper." I gestured at her hooves, and she smiled.

"Of course. I'll try to remember to wear these when in this form." Nel moved around a little more to get used to the feeling of the socks. I'd been trying to get work done, but hearing her clomping around had been distracting. Not to mention I was worried her hooves might leave marks on the floor if she wasn't careful.

Thankfully, with her politeness and patience, I'd been able to get her to sit down and try out the socks.

"Awesome. I'm gonna get back to work now, then."

"Work? Is that what you've been doing in there?"

"Yeah. I'm an editor when not studying demons." I chuckled as Nel followed me back toward the office. "I mainly work with books. Sometimes my friends will get a free quick read-over, though."

"Is that why you have so many books?"

"Nah. Most of these were my uncle's." I replied while walking into the office. Grimmjow was lying across the desk with his hands behind his head.

"I see." Nel wandered over to one of the bookshelves to look over the titles present. "You mentioned your uncle could seal demonic powers inside books. Can you?" She asked while running her finger over one of the book spines.

"Not yet." I sat down in my chair and put my glasses back on. "I only know a few low-grade exorcism spells, and the binding spells I know don't separate the demon from their power."

"Do you seek demons out to train?"

"I don't have to when they seem to be drawn here. I've learned to more or less hide my spiritual energy, but some still sniff me out." My gaze then drifted to the window when I saw a shadow go across the curtain. The window was then opened before Tigre crawled out from under the curtain.

Nel was looking at Grimmjow and I with a bit of confusion but didn't otherwise react when she saw that we didn't. Tigre, however, froze when he saw Nel.

"So he just comes in through the window like that?" Nel questioned.

"Sometimes." I softly sighed while looking at her before turning to the shorter demon. "The A/C is on, Tigre." His tail twitched, and he reached back to shut the window.

"What's she doing here? Don't tell me another has fallen under your spell."

"Again, it's not a spell. Now, what's today's visit about?" I watched Tigre's ears perk before he got closer to rest his chin on my knee.

"Do the thing." He demanded, and I scoffed. Placing my hand on his head behind his horns, I ran my fingers through his hair. "Behind the ears, too." Tigre purred as I rubbed behind his ear and tilted his head.

"Oh, my...." Nel looked surprised. "So it's real?"

"Really not magick."

"Have they not done this to you, Gamuza?" Tigre asked.

"No." Nel's answer made him pause since he realized what he'd just done in front of her by putting his head in my lap to be pet. He quickly recoiled away from me with his ears flat against his skull. "Wanna try it on me?" Nel stood beside me now while pointing at herself.

"Sure." I reached up and ran my fingers through her hair while rubbing her scalp. She slowly closed her eyes and softly smiled.

"That does feel nice. But I wouldn't consider this a spell." Nel had a calm tone while Tigre looked bewildered.

"It doesn't have the same effect?"

"Apparently not. Interesting." I muttered and even rubbed behind her ear. She hummed before looking at me.

"I will admit that it's rather relaxing."

"Told you it wasn't magick." I shrugged and leaned back in my chair. Looking at Tigre, I raised my eyebrows at him. "So, what've you got?"

"....With word spreading of how Pantera is still alive, the Espada are wondering what has kept anyone from seeing or hearing of him for this long. He isn't known for keeping quiet, you see." Tigre glanced from Grimmjow to me as his tail flicked. "There is talk of finding him to confirm that he's alive."

"Oh, that's not good." Nel muttered.

"My word isn't enough." Tigre stated as he leaned closer toward me. "Arrancar will begin trying to seek him out. It won't be long before they find this place."

I paused while letting his words sink in. My jaw clenched as my heart picked up pace thinking of the danger this meant I'd be in. Sure, there were two Arrancar now calling this place home, but one was a former Espada while the other was ranked 6th. That meant there were more Espada much stronger than him and more willing to kill me.

"I-" My voice cut off when Grimmjow suddenly sat up with a sigh. His legs swung over the edge of the desk so that he could stand. He formed his sword while turning to face Tigre. "Pantera?"

Grimmjow didn't respond and grabbed some of his hair. We were all watching him as he raised the sharp edge of his sword. No one said anything even when he cut some of his hair off and held out the severed strands to Tigre.

"This should be enough." His tone was firm as he looked down at the smaller demon.

"....What?"

"You said your word isn't enough. This will be. Tell them I said to leave me the fuck alone."

"I'm not your Fraccion-" Tigre stopped when Grimmjow crouched to be at his level. His sword vanished into smoke when he let it go and grabbed Tigre's jaw. Grimmjow's presence became suffocating and heavy as he looked into Tigre's eyes.

"But you're still a Fraccion. Remember your place, Tigre. You'll get your ass up and take this with you to prove that I'm alive. I don't want those fuckers anywhere near my territory, is that understood?" Grimmjow's tone was harsh, but his face was unchanging and set in a dangerously calm expression. The threat in his eyes was unmistakable and piercing.

Tigre could only nod, and Grimmjow tightened his grip on the smaller demon's jaw.

"I mean it, Tigre. Little Rabbit was there to save your ass last time, but they won't even have the chance to stop me from tearing you apart piece by piece if you don't obey."

"U-Understood." Tigre's ears were flat against his skull, and he held up a shaky hand. Grimmjow dropped the chunk of severed hair into the other demon's waiting hand while maintaining eye contact.

The tension in the air dissipated as Grimmjow roughly let Tigre's jaw go.

"Stop making that face." Grimmjow's tone cut through the silence, and I looked up at him as he threw back the blankets on the bed. Spitting out toothpaste foam into the sink, I sighed through my nose.

"Can you blame me for making it?"

"I don't even know why you're making it."

"What you did earlier. I wasn't expecting you to do something like that." I turned on the water to rinse out my toothbrush.

"Gonna have to be more specific."

"Cutting your hair." Looking back at Grimmjow again, I saw him holding one of the pillows as he stood beside the bed. His brows were deeply furrowed, and his eyes drifted up in my direction.

"It's just hair."

"And it's yours."

"So?"

"So I've never seen you do something like that." I turned off the water and set my toothbrush down before leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed. "I also would've figured you'd rather fight them." Grimmjow's ears twitched and he dropped the pillow back onto the bed.

"Are you stupid?"

"No, ass. Just wondering why you did what you did."

"....I could smell your fear."

"I thought you liked that."

"I'm greedy." Grimmjow then began to walk my way, his paws silently going across the floor as his eyes reflected the bathroom's light. "The only demon you should fear is me."

"You expect me to still be afraid of you? After everything that's happened?"

"You should." He looked down at me and gently grabbed my jaw to lift my face. "I own your soul, Little Rabbit. I can do with it as I please. I may not be able to hurt you now....but that doesn't apply after your death."

"Would you, though?"

"What?"

"Hurt me. Once you have my soul, would you really hurt me?" I asked, and he went quiet for a moment as he studied my face.

"Depends on how I feel by the time you die."

"Do you think your feelings will change by then?" I questioned while gently grabbing some of his hair to look at the clean cut his sword had left.

"Who knows."

"Based on how you feel now, would you?"

"Hm." He gave a short hum as his thumb brushed over my lips. "Maybe just a little." I chuckled before gently pulling his hair to get him to lower his face.

"I'm okay with just a little." I pecked his lips, and the corners of his mouth twitched up. "See? How can I be scared when you have such a cute smile."

"I wouldn't use 'cute' to describe me, Little Rabbit."

"I would. I did. And thank you."

"For?"

"What you did. No matter what your reasoning is, you do make me feel safe. And I'm well aware of how fucked up that might sound to anyone else." I scoffed before leaning my forehead against his chest with my hands on his hips.

"....Good thing I'm not anyone else." Grimmjow muttered before I felt his hand on the back of my head. "But what else are you wanting to say? Your chemosignals are too confusing right now."

"Sorry. I'm just feeling a lot right now." I swallowed as my grip on his hips slightly tightened. "It's honestly confusing to me, too."

"That doesn't sound good."

"Bittersweet." I replied, and he went quiet.

"....Are you mad at me again?"

"No. No, I'm not mad at you. I'm so very grateful for you, and that is causing a lot of conflicting feelings for me. You're a demon. I'm not supposed to feel safe with you. I'm not supposed to find comfort in your presence. But you've done so much for me that it'd be impossible to not have those feelings. And you're the reason I wasn't all alone while trying to deal with Uncle Jordan passing." My voice went quiet as I kept my forehead against his chest.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him while clenching my jaw again as things buried deep were clawing at the back of my throat to be let free.

"Uncle Jordan was all I had left of my family. Being here alone with that hanging over me....was devastating."

"I thought you didn't mention your family to keep them safe from me."

"No." I swallowed and took in a deep breath. "My parents died when I was really young, and Uncle Jordan tried to take me in. Before he could get custody, my aunt had the court deem herself a better fit. My aunt couldn't have children, so she did whatever she could to keep me and was a fucking asshole. Uncle Jordan did his best to help me get out as soon as I could. She ended up dying of cancer while I was in college, so Uncle Jordan was all that was left. He never had kids of his own, and I guess that might've been due to him being an exorcist."

Grimmjow was quiet as I spoke, and I wasn't even sure he was listening.

"I hated you so much when I thought you had killed him. And it made me hate myself every time I was close to you. I originally started the contact thinking I could manipulate you....but I needed it." I felt my bottom lip quivering as my eyes began to burn. "I really fucking needed it. My friends are amazing, but I couldn't....I couldn't tell them I was drowning and faking it. But you," I scoffed. "you didn't give a shit about anything but yourself. You kept my mind off my pain. And at night when the pain would come back, you were there again."

My hands remained planted where they were as I didn't move an inch. It felt as if I was so close to having everything spill out, and I was trying to fight it.

"That's why I sleep better with you. You provide comfort and take away the loneliness. You being a demon, the fucking Sexta Espada, ate away at me. But I couldn't bring myself to stop. Knowing what you are, who you are, made me so conflicted. But as things progressed, it became easier. Then the Soul Society got involved. I couldn't let you go when you'd become the only thing keeping me together. I'm so used to hiding how I feel that no one even had a clue how close I was to breaking."

"Wynter....I don't...." Grimmjow sighed before lifting my head. His palms were cupping my cheeks as he looked down at me. "I don't know how humans deal with these things."

"I don't need you to. You being you has been enough." His gaze was soft, and he leaned down to lick my cheek, cleaning away tears that had broken free from my eyes.

"I am your king, Wynter. Show me your weakness so that I may own it, too." His voice was gentle before he licked the tears from my other cheek. "You belong to me, mind, body, and soul." He kissed the corner of my eyelid and licked the tears from his lips. "And I sure as fuck won't share you. Kinda funny how you tried manipulating me and only fucked yourself, though." Grimmjow's expression was serious as he still touched me so gently.

"Yeah. Kinda." I sniffled, and his nose brushed against mine.

"You better know how much I mean I won't share you. I don't care if it's a higher-ranked Espada....I'll kill them."

"That should worry me hearing that."

"But it doesn't."

"Not like it should." I sniffled, and Grimmjow gently bumped his forehead against mine.

"Is this what happens when you hold things in for too long?"

"Yes." I scoffed. "I try not to bottle things up, but sometimes it still happens. Usually feel better after a good cry."

"Do you want me to do anything?"

"Just....stay with me. That's all I need right now." His hands then dropped from my face to grab my wrists.

"Is this what you wouldn't tell me the other night?"

"No."

"Then?"

"I'm still not ready to say that."

"Bullshit. But whatever." He sighed while taking a step back as the bathroom light turned off. "Keep telling me what you are ready to say then."

"Do you actually care?"

"....I may not care in the way a human might. But I'm learning here." Grimmjow continued toward the bed while gently pulling me along with him. "You can say as much as you want or nothing at all." He then grabbed my hips to lift me onto the bed.

My back hit the mattress as Grimmjow crawled over me. He shape-shifted into human form to bury his face into my stomach without his horns getting in the way. His arms wrapped around me to hold me closer.

Softly sighing through my nose, I ran my fingers through his soft hair. He began to purr, knowing that low, rumbling tone was comforting for me.

"You may never truly understand just how much you do for me."

"You're welcome." His voice was muffled, and I couldn't help but chuckle. It sounded a bit sad.

"Yes, yes. Thank you." I continued to pet his hair and lazily twirled my fingers around some of his blue strands. "This is all such a mess."

"Smells like it."

"Do you think it'll actually work? Giving your hair to Tigre, I mean."

"Yes. Tigre would have no way of getting it without me giving it to him. They also know I prefer they all leave me alone." Grimmjow replied as my other hand went up his arm to his shoulder that was bare since he only wore sweatpants. His warm skin beneath my fingers as he purred was helping me to relax.

"Can I ask you something? Not about demon stuff this time."

"What?"

"Your shit with Gary. You don't do the same things to any of my other friends, and there's no way you're still holding a grudge."

"Honestly?" Grimmjow lifted his head to look at me with a calm expression. "He just pisses me off. The idiot still clings to what was and won't move on. And since you're mine, I don't appreciate how he keeps cocking his leg like a mangy dog around you."

"Now that's an exaggeration."

"It's not if your senses were as keen as mine."

"So that's really it? Just you being territorial?"

"Well, he also starts shit. Need I remind you of how he signed me up for karaoke that one night?"

"Right. Just a couple of idiots beating your chests." I sighed, and Grimmjow lowered his face to bite me. "Ow!"

"Watch who you're calling an idiot."

"So mean."

"You'll live. It was barely a nip."

"....Do you think I should talk to him about it?"

"What do you mean?" Grimmjow looked at me from the corner of his eye as I caressed his hair again.

"Should I talk to him about how he feels? I just.... I don't know, it just feels wrong to know he has those feelings and say nothing if he's holding out for a chance that won't come. I'm not sure he'll move on if it's been this long and he's still....in love with me."

"Talk to him. Don't talk to him. I don't care." Grimmjow's face nuzzled into my stomach again. "He's just pathetic."

"He's not pathetic."

"I said what I said."

"You-" I rolled over onto my side while forcing Grimmjow to roll with me after trapping his torso between my legs. I ruffled my hands through his hair to mess it up, and he snarled while trying to swat my hands away. I chuckled and swept his hair back to kiss his forehead. "You're terrible."

"You're feeling better, aren't you?" He snapped back while flashing his sharp teeth.

"Yes." Cupping his face in my hands, I leaned down further to kiss him. "Not fully, but I'll be okay."

"Keep talkin' if you need to. Especially if you're gonna give me more kisses." Grimmjow's response made me laugh and kiss him again.

"Aren't you sweet?" My tone was sarcastic, but I was still smiling either way. A lopsided grin pulled at his lips as he looked up at me.

It made my heart flutter.

"Fuck you, you fucking bitch!" Grimmjow roared, and Nel's rambunctious laughter followed. Going into the kitchen to get a drink, I glanced over to the living room where the two demons sat on the couch.

"Suck it, Pantera!" Nel excitedly kicked her hooves in the air while cackling. The two were playing a video game on a console Nel had somehow obtained and brought with her when she moved in. And judging from their attitudes, Grimmjow was losing.

By now, Grimmjow was also not as clingy as before, having relaxed for the most part with Nel's presence in the home. She had more than proven to be true to her word. In fact, she was even helping around the house and cleaning up after herself rather well.

Nel was a wrench in the machine of the Soul Society's understanding of Arrancar. She was so....normal. And her behavior was of her own doing that had budded from her own curiosity.

She was fascinating.

"Rematch! Right fuckin' now!"

"You'll still lose, sucker." The two continued yelling at each other while Grimmjow sounded so aggressive and Nel playful.

"I'm still learning these fucking buttons."

"Learn faster."

"Sounds like you two are having fun." I popped off and took a drink from my glass.

"Lots! Wanna try?" Nel looked back over the couch, and Grimmjow did the same as they both stared at me.

"C'mere."

"No, thanks. I've got work to do."

"The tutorial won't take long, I promise." Nel grinned.

"I don't need a tutorial. I used to play that game a lot when I was a teenager."

"You know this?" Grimmjow's ears perked up, and that was all it took for him to drag me over and sit me in his lap with my drink on the coffee table. "Here." He placed the controller into my hands while looking over my shoulder. "I'm player 2."

"Didn't I just say-"

"Just one round, it'll be fine. It's not like your work will run away." Grimmjow huffed before pushing the button pausing the game to have it start playing again. I took a split second to reposition my hold on the controller before looking up at the TV screen.

Grimmjow was breathing down the back of my neck while watching me fight Nel's character. It took me a moment to recall all of the moves and button controls, but I remembered enough to not get killed in the first few seconds. Grimmjow peered over my shoulder to watch my hands as his tail curled. I wouldn't doubt he was watching to learn the moves to use when he was playing again.

However, my mind wandered while feeling his breath on my shoulder and his arms wrapped around me. I thought back to last night and how he held me while we talked. Well, I mainly talked and he mostly listened. I talked about a lot of things that had been causing me stress as he soothed me with his purring and letting me run my hands through his hair.

It felt good to let it out. Even if I had cried at one point, I did feel better afterward.

I still kept one thing hidden, but I was able to get plenty of other things off my chest.

Leaning back into Grimmjow, I rapidly pushed buttons on the controller to do a combo. Nel cried out before sitting on the edge of her seat. She huffed through her nose like a bull as her HP bar went down.

The fight onscreen continued while I only half paid attention. Dagur hopped down from the couch because of Nel moving too much, and he went over to his rope toy in the middle of the floor to chew on it instead. Grimmjow laughed with utter delight when the game declared me the winner.

"Oh, come on!" Nel whined.

"I gotta get back to work now." I turned my head and gently grabbed Grimmjow's chin. I gave him a kiss before holding up the controller. "Try not to break anything." His ears perked from the kiss then his nose brushed against mine.

"Don't overdo it. You still gotta make dinner." Grimmjow popped off, making me scoff as he leaned in to kiss me and take the controller away.

Standing up, I grabbed my drink from the coffee table and noticed how Nel was looking at Grimmjow. One of her furry ears twitched before her gaze drifted to me. Her eyes were slightly wider while her mouth was in a flat line.

"What?"

"Uh...." Nel looked back at Grimmjow again. "Guess I'm still not used to it."

"Used to what?" Grimmjow asked while stretching out, his arms going over the back of the couch with his paws out and claws flexing.

"Come on, Pantera. When have you ever treated anyone like you do Wynter?" Nel questioned, and Grimmjow froze before slowly looking at the other demon. "I've seen you with other pets, your Fracciones, and other Espada. You were never so....docile."

"Docile?!" Grimmjow snarled with his pupils narrowing. Taking in a slow breath, I began to walk away. "I'm not fuckin' docile!"

"How else would you describe it? Soft? Gentle? Domestic?" Her tone was steady even as Grimmjow was growling a warning.

Stopping at the entrance of the hallway, I glanced back over my shoulder. Grimmjow's tail thrashed with agitation while Nel was unwavering.

"The fuck are you going on about?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Watch what you're insinuating, Gamuza." Grimmjow sounded more vicious as I turned away and clenched the front of my shirt.

"I didn't insinuate anything. I made an observation."

"I haven't gone soft!"

"I didn't say you have. But you certainly are gentler with Wynter. It's not a bad thing. You actually seem....happy." Nel's response was followed by utter silence. "It's surprising, but don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're capable of it."

My heart beat faster, and I quickly made my way back to the office with Dagur at my side. Hearing Nel say she thought Grimmjow seemed happy actually filled me with such a light and warm feeling. I got to the office before the demons could pick up on my change in mood.

Sitting at my desk after setting my cup down, I leaned over to bury my face into Dagur's fur. He sniffed at me while happily wagging his tail. Perhaps having Nel here would have more benefits than previously suspected.

#Feral Possession #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #bleach #bleach au #bleach fanfic #demon/exorcist au #oc x canon #exophilia #orange #Wolf does fanfic

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oceanoecielo · 1 year ago

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“Oh, fine,” Simon sighed with a stamp of his foot and roll of his eyes. “No amusement parks at all—you’re so boring.” Really, he hadn’t even been thinking about taking Martin to the amusement park today until the other said something about it. The poor thing was so bent on assuming the worst of everyone, simply fostering further isolation. Maybe it was too late for him, after all, but then Simon always expected Peter to secure this one.

No, he wasn’t here to poach, either, just to pursue an innocuous, idle curiosity. He liked Martin’s sharp tongue and expressive features. In short, the man was cute, and Simon’s interest lied well outside the realm of making a victim of him.

“You realize I am a multifaceted individual with plenty of interests and hobbies outside of killing and torture, don’t you? I like art and dancing and a good strawberry pastry. I was thinking we would grab a bite or do some window shopping.”

He was going to suggest coffee because he liked it until he glanced down at the mug on Martin’s desk and remembered. “You’re the tea guy, aren’t you? Why, I know of a lovely tea shop a few blocks away. I went and got an orange hibiscus blend a…” He put his finger on his chin and realized he could not recall how long it had been since his last visit. The days had an awful tendency to run away from him. “…an indeterminate amount of time ago, but it was great! We could pop in for a look around, maybe pick you up a little something.”

Simon perched himself on the edge of Martin’s desk and crossed his legs at the ankle, trying to look as pensive and scholarly as eyewear and general disposition would allow. “As for Peter, I wouldn’t worry about him. There is no task he could give you that is so monumental that it can’t be neglected for an hour or four.”

"No!!" The archival assistant reiterated with a firm swipe of his hands in a chopping motion. "NO coasters, no swing rides, no rides that take you up to the top and then drop you like a pit fall, NO amusement parks at all! I know what I said, but I'm also not a complete idiot ...no matter what Jon's said, or what Peter Lukas had told you."

He didn't care how outwardly charming this man appeared to be on the surface, or how fun and eccentric his choice in eyewear; Martin had read too many statements from the victims of the avatar of the vast to fall for the ploy. Besides which, he'd threatened to throw Martin off a roller coaster; no matter how jovially he'd done so, that sort of thing tended to leave a bitter taste in one's mouth.

"...I-I don't think that's a very good idea. I have a lot of work to do for Mr. Lukas." He countered, evading eye contact by half-heartedly straightening out a pile of statements by tapping them on the edge of his desk. As much was true; but moreover, he was becoming much more comfortable in the folds of the Lonely than he'd initially anticipated he might. Gliding through the halls unnoticed, not having to make conversation with people who wanted nothing to do with him ...it had been ...almost nice. Or if not nice, then at least complacent. He had no desire to interact with anyone at length, if at all -- let alone any other avatars of the respective fears, and least of all this one in particular.

#you and i‚ we're flying high. 『 ic 』#eyesophile #//he's so sick of you lonely people #//one of you needs to make out with him already wtf #//LKFDJSLAKJSKJD #//simon: why won't you go on a date with me? 🥺#//martin: YOU KILL PEOPLE!

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professorrw · 3 years ago

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Don't Fake It

marvel masterlist

Pairing: female reader x Peter Quill

Request: peter starts getting frisky with the reader but shes tired and isn’t really in the mood. He would never pressure her or anything but she wants to make him happy and feels bad saying no, so she does it and fakes her orgasm just to get it over with. Later, he somehow finds out (or knew all along, you decide) that she faked it and of course his ego is bruised and he’s kinda annoyed, but also feels guilty she didn’t tell him how she felt. So the next night, she starts coming onto him and he makes damn sure she never fakes it again. Then after, she apologizes for faking it and it gets kinda fluffy because hes like “hey, its not good for me if you’re not having as much fun as I am. I have a right hand if i’m that desperate.”

Warnings: smut, 18+, fluff, faking an orgasm, protected sex, rough sex

A/N: Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

Sleep was calling your name, digging its claws into you and dragging you into the dark depths of slumber. But there was something stopping it. That thing was Peter. He was wide awake and his sex drive was in full throttle. You weren’t feeling up to it though. The long day at work had taken a toll on you, and the only thing you wanted to do was go to sleep.

You loved Peter, everything about him. You didn’t want to deny him sex, especially when he was being so sweet about it. Your back was to him so he could cuddle you while you slept, but he started to kiss your shoulders and the part of your back that was exposed by your tank top.

“Mmm what is it baby?” you asked groggily.

“I want you,” he replied unashamedly. You could feel Quill shifting his weight behind you. He was peering over your shoulder, trying to look at you. He had missed you all day and you were finally home. What he didn’t know was that you were tired, and not in the mood.

“Oh really?” you mumbled.

“Mhm, I missed you today.” You couldn’t see him but by his sweet tone of voice you could tell that he was sticking his bottom lip out and giving you puppy dog eyes. You smiled and turned around, cupping his face in your hands.

"You know you're adorable right?" you teased.

He smiled, "I know, that's why you can't resist all of this." He wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh. He was just too cute. You didn't want to tell him no.

When you stopped laughing he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss quickly elevated, his hand snaking up your tight shirt and pressing heat against your lower abdomen. While your eyes were closed, sleep called your name once more, but you ignored it.

Peter pulled back for a minute and reached over to the night stand. He grabbed a condom and pulled his boxers down and put it on, tossing the wrapper back onto the table. He switched positions and crawled on top of you. His face drew closer and he kissed you while he pulled down your sweat shorts.

He got the lube too and squirted some on his covered dick and rubbed the leftovers around near your entrance. With dick in hand he guided his length into you, easing it in as to not hurt you. He let out a long sigh when he got to moving. At least he was feeling good, you thought. Peter was making you feel good too, but you were so tired that if it weren't for the movement you would have fallen asleep.

The pleasure wasn't building like it usually did. You wanted to cum, you wanted to show Peter that he was doing a good job. But you weren't feeling it, and you knew you weren't going to cum. You didn't want to hurt Peter's feelings so as he reached his peak speed and his head lolled back you moaned extra loud, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Me too," he groaned back. His hips pounded into you and his balls slapped against you as he came in his condom. You kept on moaning a little, acting like you had actually cum too.

Peter slowed then pulled out. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to the bathroom to clean up. He went to take his condom off and realized there was no cum on the outside of it. You said you had cum, but there wasn't anything other than lube on there. Quill didn't want to assume you had faked it, but he didn't want to ask right away either.

He threw the condom away and went back to your bedroom. You were already out cold, and when Peter saw he sighed and crawled into bed, completely dejected. He was embarrassed that he couldn’t make you cum, and a little annoyed that you wouldn’t just tell him. But he let those thoughts drift away so he could fall asleep.

The next morning you woke up early for work again. Peter was still asleep so you didn’t wake him and instead went about your morning routine. Three minutes before you needed to leave you wrote a little note on the refrigerator for him, “I hope you slept well hunny, I’ve already left for work by the time you wake up but I just wanted to say I love you and I’ll see you later <3”

About an hour later Quill rolled out of bed and dragged himself into the kitchen. He wasn’t a morning person by any means. The coffee machine beeped and he pushed himself off of the counter to pour himself a cup. He set his mug down on the counter and went to the refrigerator to get milk and creamer. Your note, which he noticed just then, made him stop mid pull. He shut the refrigerator and took the note off so he could get a better look at it. A tired smile spread on his face.

Then he remembered last night. It was odd that there wasn’t anything on his condom, and you didn’t get up to clean yourself off right after he did. Now that he thought about it, you went straight to sleep. How unusual. He pushed the thought aside and decided he would bring it up later. It wasn’t making him mad, but he was a little wounded that you had faked it, or if you even did fake it.

Lucky for you, work was slow and you got off early. On the way home you picked up lunch for you and Peter. It was in a way an apology for your tiredness last night and faking your orgasm, whether he knew about it or not.

Keys jingling together you unlock the door and step in with takeout in hand. “Quill I’m home!” you shout.

He power walks out of the bedroom and just about tackles you into a bear hug. You giggle and kiss his stubbled cheek. “I missed you,” you say into his ear.

“I missed you moooore,” he replies. “How was work?”

“Better than yesterday, I’ll tell you that. Plus I got off early, so that’s even better. I get to spend more time with you.” You kiss his cheek again and he smiles before setting you back down. The food gets set on the kitchen counter and you pull out the chinese you got. You hand Peter his usual order and take out your own.

There’s only the quiet sound of eating for a few minutes before Peter says something. “Y/N I need to ask you something.”

You look over at him. He rarely calls you by your first name. That means he’s being serious. “What is it?”

He wants to ask about your orgasm but you’re right in the middle of eating and he doesn’t want to interrupt you. He can just ask later, he thinks to himself. He thinks of something else to ask and quickly thinks of, “Can you pass me some soy sauce?”

You quirk an eyebrow at him but hand him a few packs and go back to eating.

Later that night, a few hours later, you were laying in bed doing nothing in particular. Thoughts of last night were filling both your heads. Peter was set on trying to ask you about it, and you were set on trying to make up for it.

The both of you were sitting up in bed and you set your phone down on your bedside table and leaned over. You set a hand on Peter’s bare chest and he instantly stopped what he was doing. His eyes shot to yours, a sly smile on your face. He could tell exactly what it was you wanted.

“Peter,” you whispered against his lips. Your mouth was an inch away from his and your eyes were drifting between his and his lips. He parted his mouth and leaned forward, capturing you before you could make a move. You were trying to take the lead, but he wasn’t letting you.

He overpowered you, flipping you around and putting you on your knees. His bulge was against your ass and he was rubbing circles against it. The intensity he was showing was like nothing before. Whatever it was that was riling him up you needed to find out. It would have to wait until later though, because your panties being dragged down your thighs was the only thing you could think of.

A condom and lube had already been taken out of the drawer, and Peter was putting them on. The room was silent other than the rustling of sheets and your heart hammering in your chest. Then there was the squirting of the lube and you knew it was about to come. The cold goo was smeared on your folds and slightly inside of them by Quill’s rough fingers.

His tip, covered by a condom, was right at your entrance in a second, and in just one more, it was inside you. Your whole body was pushed forward with the force that Peter was thrusting. You were moaning and panting, and he was smiling between his own groans. His goal was to make sure you never had to fake an orgasm again. And with the way things were going you wouldn’t need to.

“Oh- Oh my god!” The way he was slamming into you was so quick and hard the pressure inside of you was building like a balloon being blown up.

His hands were holding you and keeping you from falling over. If they weren’t you would have smacked into the headboard. You couldn’t stay on your hands any longer, you dropped to your elbows, back making a beautiful arch for Quill.

The unbearable speed was tiring Quill out, but it was also making his orgasm come even quicker. He grabbed your shoulders, giving himself even more leverage to thrust with.

Your knees were trembling, jelly below you. But you wouldn’t have to hold that position for much longer. That balloon inside you popped like too much air had been blown into it. Your walls clenched around Peter’s cock, and the cum he was searching for yesterday covered his condom. He kept his pace, legs killing him and pelvis hitting your ass.

He let out a loud groan, and cum leaked and squirted from his tip. He let go of your shoulders, seeing a red handprint there. He pulled out of you, your cum dribbling out when he did. He smiled, satisfied that he had done what he set out to do.

Your lower half ached and you all but collapsed onto your pillows. You flipped over and saw Peter above you, buttcheeks against the heels of his feet and catching his breath. You laughed just a little and he opened his eyes.

“What?” he asked.

“That was something else,” you admitted with a smile.

“Good.” He crawled onto his stomach and laid next to you with his head on his arms. You scooted over closer to him, laying on your back with your hands set on your stomach.

“Y/N,” he sat up, “last night,” he started.

“I already know what you’re going to say. I’m sorry. I should have told you. I was just super tired last night and I didn’t want to deny you.” You looked down at your stomach but Peter turned your face back to his with his thumb.

“It’s okay, really. I’m sorry I didn’t catch that you weren’t in the mood. If you ever don’t want to do stuff just tell me okay? I won’t be upset. Besides, it’s not good for me if you aren’t having as much fun as I am. I have a right hand if I get that desperate.” He waved his right hand and grinned.

You giggled, “I promise I won’t do it again.”

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imfluentinfangirlandgay · 2 years ago

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Surprise Adoption - Ch 5

hey anyone else remember this one? ive been trying to finish this for literally three months and i think i have ideas to continue and finally finish this! i know a few of you have been looking forward to this one

Ingo held the crying Dawn in his arms, considering his options. He decided right then and there. She would stay with him and Emmet for the time being.

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Days came and went, and suddenly it was Saturday. Dawn said she was okay with seeing more people again, and in fact, Ingo suspected she was beginning to go a little stir crazy. She paced the apartment, keeping all the windows open and moving things around. Ingo offered to take her on an outing and she immediately shrunk away.

She needed to see someone new.

Ingo and Emmet fixed each other’s collars as they prepared for the day. Dawn had managed to talk them out of their work slacks, and instead wore nice denims. Ingo adjusted Emmet’s collar, patting him on the back to signal he was done. They looked at each other. Emmet tilted his head, almost imperceptibly. Ingo nodded. Emmet blinked twice. Ingo tapped a finger against his hand.

Then the brothers split off, one heading to the kitchen to feed their Pokemon and the other doing some last-minute cleaning in the family room. They had all been sleeping on the floor in the main area ever since the night with Chandelure, and the nest had become something of a permanent fixture. For now, Ingo tossed all the excess pillows into his and Emmet’s room, along with the extra blankets, replacing the couch cushions and fixing the area’s appearance. It almost looked… empty without it. He made a mental note to purchase a larger, softer blanket to lay down as the base. A pang of longing. He hoped they brought it back.

As he finished making the house look presentable, Emmet meandered into the room, their Pokemon now sated. He handed Ingo a mug of liquid. Ingo did not hesitate, taking a deep swig. They said nothing as Emmet looked at him expectantly. Ingo almost rolled his eyes, but refused to acknowledge it. He would not get that kind of confirmation today.

Dawn bounced in, wearing a nice skirt with a cute blouse, a cardigan over the outfit. “Hey, guys! Have they said when they’re coming yet?” She plucked the mug from Ingo before he could warn her, taking a drink with a smile on her face. And then she blanched, her face puckering. “Eugh, Uncle Ingo, what the heck? Do you just drink your coffee like this?”

Emmet couldn’t contain his laughter, covering his mouth as he bent over, holding his stomach. Ingo smacked him on the shoulder. This only earned a harder snort as Emmet fell to the ground, quivering with mirth. “I typically prefer some sugar instead of salt, in fact. Emmet sometimes just happens to mix the two up, despite the labels on the jars stating what they are. Clearly, it is accidental.” His voice dripped with sarcasm. Dawn snorted as she finished swallowing the tainted drink, handing the mug back to Ingo.

“I guess I won’t take it from you again.”

“For the best, young Dawn.” Ingo took another drink, meeting Emmet’s eyes as he did so. Emmet had now straightened up again, tears in his eyes as he struggled to breathe. This action made his face straighten somewhat as he realized what Ingo was doing.

“You do not have to finish it.”

“You gave it to me. I will not let it go to waste.”

“Ingo, that is not good for your heart.”

“Should have thought of that.” Ingo began chugging the coffee, the salt making his eyes water. It was worth it though, as Emmet began trying to take the mug from him. Dawn was giggling.

“Ingo, no.”

Ingo did not respond until he had drained the cup, the residual salt at the bottom grainy and almost making him gag. He popped his lips in mock satisfaction, sighing loudly and making eye contact with Emmet again. “Ingo, yes.”

“You guys act like kids sometimes, I swear.” They both turned to Dawn, who was trying not to laugh. Ingo flicked his gaze back to Emmet, who grinned innocently. Ingo took his empty mug and rinsed it in the sink, getting a glass of water and chugging to get the taste out of his mouth. He heard the doorbell ring. He quickly readjusted his collar, placing the cup in the sink and out of sight as he hurried back into the main room. Dawn was still laughing over their antics, hard enough that she had moisture leaking from her eyes. She quickly wiped it away. Ingo knew she wanted to make a good first impression.

“Emmet! How have you been?” Drayden’s cheerful, deep voice floated in through the doorway.

“I am Emmet. Hello, Uncle Drayden, Iris. Come in!” Emmet gestured inside, opening the door wider for their guests. Ingo nodded and waved at Drayden, who smiled at him. Iris ran forward and encased Emmet in a bone-crushing hug.

“Emmet, hi! You’re way too busy all the time! I never get to see you guys anymore! Ingo has been home for three months already and I still haven’t gotten to take you guys to the Faire!” She lifted her head from Emmet, who had reached down to pat her, as she turned and ran to Ingo, bowling into him. Ingo braced for impact as the sixteen year old bullet careened into him, making him chuckle. “Ingo! I missed you guys and Drayden said you guys have someone living with you now?” She detached from his front, now catching sight of Dawn, who smiled and waved awkwardly. Iris grinned widely. “Oh my gosh, another girl! Hi, I’m Iris!”

“I- uh, I’m Dawn.” Iris did not hesitate to go in for a hug. Dawn, after floundering, hugged her back. “Nice to meet you.”

Emmet had closed the door by now. Drayden had stepped between the twins and placed a hand on each of their shoulders, smiling. “How have you been holding up? Taking care of yourselves?”

Emmet smiled. Ingo nodded, “Yes, Dawn has been making sure we eat breakfast every day and get to sleep at a decent time every night.”

Drayden’s eyebrows shit up. “I don’t think I’ve seen either of you eat breakfast since you were in grade school.”

They heard a giggle. The girls were both listening to them and Dawn was making the noise. “That’s exactly what Elesa said.” She looked up at Drayden, studying him. “I think I see the resemblance.” She was looking between the twins and their uncle.

Iris snorted. “It’s in the eyes. They all look angry, all the time. Even though Dad’s like a big teddy bear most of the time and Ingo is a ray of sunshine. I think Emmet is the only guy I could see fighting anyone.”

Emmet grinned and saluted her. “Thank you for the vote of confidence.” Ingo reached over and lightly smacked him on the back of the head, making him snicker.

“Boys, please,” Draden scolded lightly, clearly used to them. The twins kept their hands to themselves now, with Ingo still throwing Emmet a stink-eye as Emmet punched the air like a boxer. Drayden held out his hand for Dawn. “I am Drayden, their uncle and Iris’s father. I’m happy to finally meet you.” Dawn shook his hand, still incredibly awkward.

“I’m Dawn, but you uh… already knew that.” Drayden smiled warmly under his beard, though Ingo knew Dawn would struggle to see it.

“I suggest we go out today. I understand you have not left the apartment in some time. I know you are concerned with being recognized, but I believe I have a solution. I hoped you would like to go out today with all of us. Iris in particular is excited about having a girl around that’s her age,” he chuckled. “Iris is good at changing appearances. You should get some sun, Dawn.”

“I… well, uh, it’s not that I don’t want to, really, but I uh… there's just… who knows me and uh…”

Iris tapped her shoulder. “Show me the room they’re having you use, I have some tips. Also, show me your Pokemon. I’m interested in what types you use.” She led Dawn away, chatting excitedly about her partner, Haxorus, the direct sibling of the Haxorus used by Ingo and Emmet.

Once they were gone, Drayden faced the twins. “I see what you mean now. She’s very timid. Hopefully leaving the apartment will pull her out of her shell a bit.”

“She was not like this in Hisui. She was outgoing, always on the move, and so driven. I am incredibly concerned for her. She has not even been here a full week…”

Drayden tapped Ingo’s shoulder, bringing his attention back. “You both were much the same after your mother passed. I was concerned for you then, too. Give her time. She needs to figure out how to process this. Did she get to see her one last time?”

“Chandelure showed her. Her mother’s spirit found her and has latched to her. Chandie was able to let them have a conversation and it seems that has already helped immensely. She cannot sleep alone, though, so we usually make a blanket pile right here on the floor and we all pile in here with the Pokemon. She ensures we eat regularly and get off work at a decent time.”

Drayden nodded. “It seems she is doing you both some good, too. I can give you some advice on how best to care for her while she’s here. Did she give a time frame? Just out of curiosity, she is, of course, a welcome addition for as long as she would like to be.”

Both twins shook their heads in unison. “She showed up at the station sobbing. She only said that she had nowhere else to go. She mentioned she had a friend in her hometown, but I believe it all reminded her too much of her mother. This is neutral ground. And, of course, we are both happy to have her around.” Emmet nodded enthusiastically with the last statement Ingo said.

“She calls us her uncles, too,” Emmet said proudly, making Drayden smile.

“I might plan to have her around for a long time, then. We can go and get some things to make her room feel more like hers. You mentioned she took your room, Ingo?” Ingo nodded curtly. “We can find something she likes, I know where Iris likes to shop. I believe it may be time for a girls shopping day. It’s going to be a long day for us three in particular.”

The three men stood and chatted while the girls continued doing whatever they were doing for about half an hour. The two teens came rushing back in suddenly. “Dad! Look what we did!”

Iris now stood with a very different Dawn. She had makeup on that accentuated her cheekbones and her nose, making her lips look smaller. Iris added a beauty mark on one of her cheeks as well. “Dawn said she might want to dye her hair a little, like she had before in Sinnoh, it just all grew out again. I think she’d look really cool with dark green hair, what do you think? She was thinking maybe silver-”

“I’m sure we can discuss that soon, Iris,” Drayden chuckled. “It does look nice. If you all are prepared, I suggest we get going. Daylight will not last forever and I know Iris has many places she would probably like to take you, Dawn.”

“W-while we are out, do you think you could call me Akari? I used that name in Hisui and I’m still worried people will recognize me and make me go back to Sinnoh but I can’t do that yet and-”

“Of course, Akari,” Ingo atoned. He winked. “Just like old times.” Dawn nodded, smiling softly with relief. “Since you will be staying with us for an extended period of time, we were hoping to redo my old room in a better manner for your tastes. We don’t quite know what your tastes are, though, with interior design. Hopefully you and Iris can help pick out some new things.”

Iris’s eyes lit up. “I have a cousin now?!”

Dawn looked like she was going to shed tears. “You guys really don’t have to, I mean I kinda sprung myself on you suddenly…”

“You are our niece. We want to.” Emmet grinned at her from behind Ingo, making her smile again.

“Ok. I don’t know any stores around here, though. Uh… lead the way, I guess?” Iris practically threw them out the door, already talking about this store and that, where to find the best decor, and where to get cool clothes and snacks.

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kookiesandcreams · 2 years ago

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THE UNFORGETTABLE LOVE

Summary: Life takes unexpected turn and you meet your childhood crush. His confession has you in tears. Well, is there a turning back now?

Pairing: Jungkook × Reader × Jimin

Warning: mention of love making, angst, fluff, injuries and hospitals, heart breaks.

A/n: Istg this story made me immensely sad even though I was never lucky enough to experience true love :( I hope yall would try to connect to this one.

It's unedited as usual.

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"Here you go," Jimin said handing you a mug of freshly brewed coffee.

"Thanks, Jimin.'' you smiled at him as he ruffled your morning hair.

"So, is there something bothering you?", he asked, sipping on his warm coffee.

"No. Nothing important," you tried to brush it off.

He turned to look at you and ran his hand through his hair. His deep pools searched for answers in your worried ones.

"Baby," he began, "anything and everything related to you is important. I won't force you to share your burdens, but just know that I'm here for you." he smiled.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile and swallowed the bitter liquid in one go. Jimin picked up both the mugs and left the living room to wash the dishes. The memories of the past loomed over your head as he left you in solitude. That one phone call seemed to pause your life and change your track as a comma does to your sentence.

"Hello, is this Kim Y/N?"

"Yes, I am,"

"Could you please come to Bae Jang hospital? We have a patient under the name Jeon Jungkook here. He met with an accident and we need someone to sign the papers for the further procedures."

Jeon Jungkook; your childhood crush and best friend. Lost were the days when you both used to giggle and hide behind the huge tree trunk on your school campus to avoid the teachers. You were torn apart to hear the news but couldn't bring yourself to go and meet him. It was already difficult for you to let go of him. But were you going to leave him on his own? He was–

"Hello ma'am, are you there?"

"Ye–yes," you gulped hard.

"So are you coming?"

Would you go?

"Baby, I'm done with the dishes. Do you want to watch some movie?"

"No, I'm leaving. I've some urgent work," you said grabbing your waistcoat and purse. You knew for sure you couldn't forgive yourself if Jungkook would have to suffer because of you. You had delayed your visit already. No more would you make him wait.

Walking on the cold tiles of the hospital, memories of the past clogged your mind. You hurried to his respective room.

There he was, with scars on his face, hand plastered in POP. He had become thin and pale. You went over to him and held his big hand in yours. They were rough and hard, completely in contrast to what they were back then. You felt yourself sobbing. The beeping of the monitor, oxygen tube under his nose, bandages all over his body; this was never the way you imagined him to be.

How? How could a man like Jungkook possibly get involved in drink and driving? You remember him politely refusing the whiskey you offered him when you turned 17. You had sneaked it from your father's stock and mixed it with orange juice. Your lips twitch at the memory.

"No. I'd never let this alcohol corrupt my virgin body." Your body cracked hard at his overreaction. Your fingerings twitching to boop his cute nose.

What happened to that old Jungkook, your muscle pig who easily tackled you to the ground and looked into your eyes like your held stars in them.

You were just his friend after all. You scoff.

"What happened to you Jungkookie?", tears threatened to escape your eyes. Your lips quivered as your hands braced his in a tight hold.

You expected an answer to a question which you knew he couldn't provide you with.

The most important person of your life had long back become a chapter of your memory you barely go through.

Or at least you thought so.

You passed your final exams with flying colours. This is a perfect time, you thought when you approached him with a small box in your hand.

You smoothed the ends of your pleated skirt and applied some baby pink lip tint. You knew he liked that colour on girls. You sprayed some fresh fruit collagen on your wrist and crook of your neck while keeping his sensitive olfactory sense in your mind.

He was hanging out with his friends when you saw him. You heard them congratulating him on something.

Must be for his scores, you believed.

He noticed your presence and gave you his bashful smile, showcasing his bunny teeth. For some reasons unknown, you blushed.

Well, not exactly 'some reasons unknown'.

He approached you and you looked down at your feet; you were shy.

"Hi Kookie," you waved at him.

"Hi Y/N-ie" he waved back.

"You look pretty today," he chuckled and booped your nose.

You smiled wide, "Thank you." You bit your lip.

You tucked the stray strands of your hair behind your ear and looked up at him.

It would be difficult for someone as normal as you not to fall in love with Jungkook. He was known as the golden boy of the school. Being the best athlete in your city, he still managed to score well. His art was worth a million dollars, you thought. The way he sang, his honey-like voice was enough for anyone to drown in the sea of tranquillity. His doe eyes easily allured and trapped hearts like fish in fishnet.

"There is something I have to tell you," you said trying to avoid eye contact.

"Yes! Me too. Trust me today is the best day!". He was practically jumping on his toes due to excitement. Your heart swelled in your heart.

Your heart started pounding in your chest at a speed unbeatable. Does he feel the same about you? You thought it was one-sided.

Silly you! You smacked your head in your mind

You giggled and said, "You go first".

Never knew the further sentence could devastate you...

"Choi Jin-ha accepted my proposal. And that's, not the only news, she has been having feelings for me for a while!", he exclaimed.

His happiness had no bounds. His eyes twinkled and his lips curled into a smile, automatically. Oh! That was the reason they were congratulating him for.

The box in your hands dropped to the ground and made a loud thud. But, not louder than the thud you felt your insides make. Your heart seemed to skip a beat. You looked down and signed out abated breath.

There he was, your crush, picking up the box and looking at it for possible damage.

Your eyes were filled to the brim. You felt a sudden pang of sadness stab your heart. Was this it?

Was it going to end now?

"Aren't you happy?"

How couldn't you be happy, when your Jungkookie is happy.

"Of course, I'm happy you idiot!", you smothered a smile.

"I knew it. You know. you are the first girl to know. Don't you feel privileged, huh?" He cocked an eyebrow at you playfully. You wanted nothing more than to go home and bury your face in the pillow to cry your heart out. But you remind yourself about his precious moments. Being happy for him is the least you could do as a good friend. So you have to bear with it and be happy for him.

You stroked the scar on his cheek and looked into his onyx pools, "My Jungkookie is happy, I'm happy."

He smiled, completely forgetting that you had something to say. That was the last time you saw him, except for the nights you looked at his photos and cried yourself to sleep.

The next day you had packed your bags and left for Seoul. Singing: something that calmed you down. Your love, of course after Jungkook. You decided to prioritize your career, forgetting about Jungkook.

Easier said than done. Your first song, Sorry, my love' was dedicated to him. For your abrupt departure must have had a bitter feeling in his heart. Following songs were too, somehow related to him. Your best one, 'Hey, my love; the one in which you described him, was super hit

You remember very well, that Jimin walked in your life like an angel. Provided you shelter and care in difficult times. He was the sweetest person you could have ever met. From holding your hand while crossing the roads to holding you in his arms after making love with you, he shined like a bright star in your eyes.

You knew, forgetting Jungkook was never an option, for you always dressed up to his liking. Wearing warm colors, applying light make up and wearing accessories just like the way he liked.

Somewhere deep down in your heart you knew you were waiting for him. You always wanted to be ready for him. But, at the same time, you had caught feelings for Jimin. For the past couple, of years he had been by your side through your thick and thin.

"Why Jungkookie, why could you never see me as more than a friend? You said I looked pretty, you felt comfortable with me, even your parents loved me! Still, you never saw me the way I saw you!" Your voice cracked.

Fat tears streamed down your cheeks. You felt a grip on your finger. You looked down to see Jungkook moving. His face twisting in pain, you guessed. You immediately rang the bell and the doctor and nurse surrounded him.

They checked his vitals and removed the oxygen tube from below his nose.

"His waist had a deep cut, we stitched it but you have to be extra careful for a few days. Complete bed rest has been advised. He'll be discharged by next week. And yes," the doctor said turning a few pages you assumed were his reports, "no alcohol at all!"

"Thank you, doctor," you said and glared at Jungkook.

The doctor stopped suddenly and turned to look at you. Clearing his throat he began, "You are Kim Y/N, right? The singer?"

"Yes." you smiled.

"It's our privilege to have you here," he said and closed the door behind him and the nurses bowed and followed him.

"You are back? I knew you'd come." You could feel the excitement in his voice.

"Why? Why did you do this to yourself?"

His eyes watered but there was a smile on his face. His calloused fingers caressed your hand in his hold.

"I knew you'd come. I liked you too back then. But I never thought I was enough for you. I felt like you deserved everything." he beamed.

You shivered. His words hit you like a fire truck. How misunderstandings and gaps in communication changed the course of your lives.

But now, it was late.

"I still like you," he said without batting his eyes.

"What about Jin-ha?" Her name left a bitter taste on your tongue.

"She left me. Apparently, it was a dare for her. She crushed my hopes and feelings and walked over to my dreams. I felt like I was nothing without you: my support system." The clench of his jaw was enough for you to tell how much he despised her.

He clutched your hand tighter and sobbed.

"How did you get my number?", you had to keep your silly heart at bay now. You can't ruin everything you have.

"Your sister, she gave it to me."

You hummed and nodded your head, seemingly understanding everything.

"Y/N, will you accept me? I'm sorry. I was a fool back then. Please, don't leave me now." He was looking at you with anticipation.

"Jungkook", you began and sighed, "it's too late now. Jimin and I are engaged and he has been nothing but kind and loving towards me. If I return to you and leave him, won't that make me a bad person who uses others? I do not despise you, I loved you and maybe I still do, but I must make a wise decision. But trust me, the time I spent with you was the best. I'll treasure it forever." You were sure years left your eyes like a flowing river. The weight of your heart was heavy in your chest.

By the time you completed talking, both of you were drowned in the sorrow of separation. One thin string: relationship with Jimin, was what restricted you now. How you wished you had told od him everything earlier.

Maybe, you both were never meant to be together...

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2jaeh · 3 years ago

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TRUE FRIENDS | MARK LEE

Genre: angst, smut

Warnings: mature themes, dom!Mark, jealous!Mark, slight jaehyunxreader, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 3,6k

Author: SIN

You’re trying to figure out why Mark has been so mad at you since you both agreed on being friends with benefits, Mark on the hand is trying to figure out why the rules between him and Jaehyun were...different.

A/N: it’s angsty but it gets cute I promise! Also I wrote this after listening to Heavenly - cigs after sex! About a thousand times.

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“When are you guys going to just speak to each other ?” Johnny groaned, following you into the fifth floor dorm kitchen as you placed your mug into the sink.

You turned around and sighed, leaning against the counter as the eager, tall browned haired boy waited for your answer.

“I told you I tried talking to him at Joy’s party last week but he snubbed me...what do you want me to do ?”

Johnny furrowed his eyebrows as if whatever answer you had given him was still not enough. He knew there was more to the story because how can a friends with benefits situation turn so fucking sour in a matter of four weeks ?

“You guys are childish” Johnny huffed, “this is why it should’ve never happened in the first place.”

“You’re the one that pushed us into his dorm that one night knowing we were drunk, what else did you expect to happen ?” You shot back, gripping the sides of the marble countertop.

“Uh...not fuck ?” Johnny shrugged and you shot him a glare before he raised his hands to defend himself,

“All I’m saying is that Mark ain’t the meanest guy around so if he’s mad then maybe it’s serious.”

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Mark was stuck in the booth at the company building, unknowing that it was already past 11pm and most of the staff had gone home. His tired eyes ran over his lyrics for the 20th time, analysing each section, trying to improve what he had, but his mind was elsewhere.

“Knock knock” Mark swivelled his chair to the door and half smiled when he saw Jungwoo’s head pop in with a bottle of soju and chicken.

“What are you doing here man ?” Mark rubbed his eye, placing his lyric book on the soundboard and stretched his arms above his head. Jungwoo took a seat on the couch and unpacked the meal on the wooden coffee table in front of him,

“You’ve been here all day, you didn’t even meet us for dinner” Jungwoo pouted and handed Mark a cup filled with a mixture of soju and sprite.

Mark shot back the drink and sifted through the pieces of chicken, “yeah I was working, kinda lost track of time”

“You’ve been out of it for the past week, is everything okay ? Is this about....y/n ?” Jungwoo’s voice was cautious as he noticed Mark’s eyes narrow at the sound of your name.

“I told you all of that was over” Mark took a measly bite of the chicken and threw it aside, opting for another cup of soju instead.

“You never told me what happened though,” Jungwoo interjected, “all I know you guys were hooking up and next minute every time you two were in a room together it was tense as fuck.”

Mark chewed on his bottom lip and slumped in his chair knowing Jungwoo was going to pester him until he gave him a valid answer.

“Well after that first night we hooked up y/n laid down some ground rules, the usual you know” Mark explained, his thoughts going back to the first night that he spent with you,

“No feelings, freely hooking up with other people, no spending a full night together, no holding hands, like just none of that shit.”

“So just hooking up and leaving ?” Jungwoo raised his brow, his mouth filled with chicken.

Mark nodded, “yeah apparently to preserve our friendship and not make it weird for the friend group or whatever.”

As Mark spoke he felt the pain he felt 13 days ago, when everything had crumbled right before him. When instead of ignoring the matter he pondered on it, made it play in his mind and ruin him.

“What changed ?” Jungwoo poured the both of them another drink and joined Mark in downing their fourth shot for the night.

“What changed was, “ Mark let out a dry chuckle, “what changed was that y/n was also fucking Jaehyun but his rules were obviously very different.”

Mark’s mind flashed to the night he finished work late and when he walked by Jaehyun’s bedroom he heard your voice. You were softly moaning out Jaehyun’s name and not his.

“Y/n stayed the night in Jaehyun’s room and in the morning she barely greeted me and the two of them were being lovey dovey in the kitchen while making breakfast” Mark topped off his glass with a little more soju than the usual ratio and gulped it down.

“I had no right to get mad right ? Well a couple days later y/n came over I had to hear about how much Jaehyun’s date wasn’t good enough for him or why it was the reason y/n never got into relationships”

Mark’s head was spinning at this point and normally he hated over sharing but it just felt so good to finally let everything out. He had liked you for ages and even confessed to you once before the two of you actually hooked up. As usual you had brushed it over and Mark settled for hooking up instead, as you were “emotionally distant” you had told him.

But the way you reacted to Jaehyun seeing someone else told a different story all together. You were just like him, your feelings weren’t considered, you were only there for a quick no strings attached, that was all.

It made Mark so mad that he decided to cut you off completely. He stopped answering your texts and tried his best to avoid you at all costs. When you tried to contact him at Joy’s Party last week he wanted to tell you everything but then he heard you tell Haechan that he was not talking to you because “he was temperamental.”

You were so careless with his feelings that he wanted nothing to do with you, but every single time he caught a glimpse of you, he just wished he could’ve ignored his feelings and just continued the way you wanted to.

“We should get back to the dorm it’s getting late” Jungwoo sighed and cleaned up the takeaway boxes and stuffed the empty soju bottle into his backpack.

Mark mumbled a yes and got to his feet even though the room spun around him. He had no idea when he had gotten so intoxicated but it numbed the pain he felt...for the moment.

Jungwoo swung open the door of 10th floor and dragged Mark in, hoping everybody would’ve been asleep by now.

“Yooooo did we miss a party or something ?” Johnny yelled from the lounge and Jungwoo groaned under his breath.

Mark looked up wondering why the fifth floor boy was here and then he noticed Jaehyun seated next him followed by you sitting up close next to Jaehyun.

“Great” Mark mumbled under his breath as Jungwoo tried his best to hold him up.

Jungwoo propped Mark up on the bar stool as he got the younger boy a glass of water to ease his state.

“What the hell happened ?” You asked, slowly approaching the kitchen yet still keeping a safe distance from Mark who was practically sliding off the bar stool.

“Hey be careful” you scolded him, rushing to his side to prop him back onto the seat.

“Leave me alone y/n” Mark muttered as he shrugged out of your hold and propped his elbows up on the counter, burying his head in his hands.

Y/n is just trying to help man” Mark heard Jaehyun say followed by his footsteps approaching the kitchen alongside Johnny. Mark rolled his eyes and took a sip of the water Jungwoo had provided for him before pushing away from the counter and got to his feet.

“I don’t need help from any of you” Mark slurred his words as he tried to find his balance but to his dismay only had him crashing into Johnny.

“Seems like you do” Johnny pursed his lips and held the black haired boy up.

Mark uttered a few curses under his breath until you had enough and dragged him down the hallway into his bedroom and shut the door behind you.

“What the hell is wrong with you Mark Lee ?” You folded your arms as the boy stumbled back onto his bed and sunk into the soft mattress avoiding your eyes.

“Get out y/n” he said under his breath.

“No” you replied sternly and Mark groaned at your stubbornness.

“Why are you here ? Shouldn’t you be in Jaehyuns bed right now ?” Mark’s words made you frown, oblivious to his distaste toward the idea of you and Jaehyun being together.

“Mark” you cautioned and sat next to him on the bed, “can you please tell me what’s going on ?”

“You, him, us, everything” Mark rubbed his eyes and looked over at you, “y/n I’m trying to get over it and you’re not helping right now.”

“Get over what Mark ??!”

“You! Damn man, get over you” Mark yelled, his voice slightly breaking and his heavy breathing turned to soft sobs. You swallowed hard as you watched the guy you always had known to be the positive energy in the room sob over something you had done to him.

This was all your fault.

“Mark when did you-“

“Since a while ago, come on I even confessed to you” Mark wiped away his tear with his black sweater.

You Ofcourse remembered his confession but at the time you weren’t ready and neither was he, and the two of you agreed to stay friends. Then the hook up happened and in order to honor the deal of staying friends you enforced the rules. It was about two weeks of your escapades did Jaehyun kiss you unexpectedly while you were rummaging through his vinyl collection. One thing led to another and you were in his bed, allowing him to have his way with you and even let him convince you to spend the night.

You didn’t think much of it but Jaehyun was a sweet guy and for a second you entertained the idea of having a tiny crush on him, until the very next day he had mentioned Mark.

‘Mark really likes you y/n, how do you feel about him?’ Jaehyun had said while the two of you prepared breakfast.

Mark was great. He was more than great and someone like you didn’t deserve him you thought.

‘Mark’s cool’ you casually replied to Jaehyun knowing you suppressed a lot of feelings when it came to Mark, especially since you had already scrapped the idea of you two being together when he confessed.

‘I think you guys should give it a try’ Jaehyun had told you, which confirmed you and him were just going to be a one time thing.

When you had met Mark a few days later you kept thinking about what Jaehyun had said and the effect it had on you but you weren’t ready to make the first move. You went on to Mark about Jaehyun thinking he’d speak up about it and let you know that Jaehyun wasn’t good for you and you’d respond by kissing him and fixing everything,

But what happened after was not what you had planned.

You hurt him and played it off knowing Mark was head strong and he’d be back to normal the next week. You expected him to be back to his goofy self, ranting to you about God knows what and ending it with his classic “should we make out now or -“

You bit down on your lip as you looked over at Mark who had now fell asleep, his black locks falling over his swollen eyes as he peacefully fell into his slumber.

Not wanting to wake him or leave his side you opted for the floor, pulling an extra pillow from the closet and a rolled up foam mattress that was hidden at the back. Your heavy eyes finally closed but your heart still raced, not knowing how to overcome the situation you were in.

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A few hours later Mark felt a throbbing in his temple and winced when he noticed the first light of morning shine through his window.

All those soju shots were now a regret as Mark sat up wishing his sleep never broke. As his mind recollected his thoughts of last night he quickly remembered you were the last person he spoke to before he passed out. About to step out of bed his hazy eyes quickly cleared to the sight of you, sound asleep on his bedroom floor.

“Y/n ?” He whispered, carefully stepping over you and crouching down to meet your frame.

“Mmm” you answered, eyes still closed but shifting uncomfortably thanks to the rising sun and the wooden floor.

“Y/n sleep on my bed, I’ll close the blinds” Mark rubbed your head until your eyes slowly opened and you began making your way into the warmth of his bed.

Mark felt uneasy as he watched you tuck yourself into his bed unsure of what to do with himself or where to go.

“Mark...” you mumbled.

“Y-yeah ?”

“You should get more sleep, you have a free schedule come here” Mark watched you shift over in the bed creating a space for him to lay down next to you.

In any other circumstance he’d just do it but now it was different. After last night it was all different.

“Mark...”

“Coming...” he responded to you and slowly slipped under the covers, turning on his side to face you. He didn’t expect your eyes to be staring straight back at him.

“I’m so sorry” you said softly, lifting your hand and placed it on his cheek. Mark stayed still and quiet, still wary if you fully understood his outburst or not.

“I- don’t like Jaehyun like that, and he’s way more into you and I being together than me and him” you chuckled dryly,

“Mark I like you just as much, and I always have I’m just stupid, I was just...afraid.”

“Afraid of what ?” Mark raised his eyebrows cutely which made you smile from ear to ear and roll over onto your back to stare up at the ceiling.

“I don’t know, dating is scary and if anything happened we’ll never be friends again” you whined and you heard Mark giggle next to you,

“How can you think about what would happen if we break up before we’re even together ? That’s so stupid” He scoffed and you nudged him in his side.

“I’m serious, I’m sorry I was such a jerk and I want to continue whatever we have this time on your terms” you turned to him and Mark pressed his lips together and nodded,

“I want us to try it out, it doesn’t have to be serious, but I want you to stay over, I wanna hold your hand whenever I want” Mark pouted and enveloped his hand with yours, “and please no more Jung Jaehyun, dude can sing, cook, and God knows what else I can’t compete with.”

“You don’t have to compete because I only like you stupid, you’re perfect” you playfully pinched his cheek and Mark shifted closer to you.

“Officially dating ?” His large eyes looked up into yours,

“Officially dating” you giggled and Mark wasted no time in shifting his body until he was hovering over you. his thumb brushed over your bottom lip and he pressed his mouth against yours, sighing into the deep kiss. Your lips attacked each other excessively and passionately. Mark brought his body down onto yours as your hand tangled in his hair and the other grabbed onto his waist.

Mark pushed his hips into yours roughly, and you groaned at the friction of his Jean clothed member pushing against your core. Mark used your moan as a means to slip his tongue into your mouth as the two of you desperately tried to remove the constricting clothes between you.

“Fuck” Mark sat back on his heels and watched you reach between his legs to palm him through his jeans.

You quickly undid his button and pushed him back as he quickly shimmied out of his jeans and removed his sweater, leaving him in nothing but his black boxers.

Mark licked his lips as he watched you discard of your own clothes before bringing your face down to where his member was just begging to be touched.

Throwing his head back, Mark uttered a curse word as you pulled down his boxers and stroked his length slowly and skillfully. You watched him squirm beneath you as you teased his tip, bringing your tongue to it and flicking it while you pumped his member.

“Baby....” Mark said huskily, sending a shiver down your spine. His eyes were hooded as he looked down at your mouth wrapped around his dick, just waiting for you to suck him off.

You abided quickly and messily took him in your mouth while still using your hand to rub his length. Mark’s curses got even louder until he finally made you stop and pinned your back to the bed, looking down at you with devilish eyes.

“I’m not the one who needs to be punished here” Mark raised his brow as you shrugged innocently,

“But you’re a nice guy, you wouldn’t punish me” you pouted and Mark stuck his tongue in his cheek before giving you a quick smack on your thigh, “yeah that’s not gonna work on me.”

Your heart raced excitedly as Mark rid you of your bra and panties, spreading your legs enough for his frame to sit in between your thighs.

A shudder went through your body when Mark’s index finger traced your inner thigh and abdomen, making sure to dance close enough to your core but not giving it any attention.

“Seriously ?” You groaned, throwing your head back in frustration.

“What?” Mark asked innocently still tracing circles and tried to hide the obvious enjoyment he had from teasing you.

“Do you want me to beg you to touch me ?” You whined, arching your back hoping to somehow get to his touch.

“Hmm” Mark hummed and pulled his hand away, “sounds like a good idea.”

“Mark please touch me, please I -“ you didn’t care how desperate you sounded or if the whole dorm could hear you right now but there was nothing more you wanted than have Mark touch you.

“Okay but that’s only because I’m a nice guy” Mark smirked and slipped two fingers into your dripping core with ease. You let out a loud moan and normally Mark would silence you but right now he couldn’t care less. The more you moaned the faster his fingers moved and when you mentioned you were about to cum he added a third.

“Holy shit” you breathed as you came undone and felt even more light headed when you witnessed Mark lick his fingers clean.

Once he allowed you to catch your breath Mark positioned himself at your entrance and slowly slipped inside, the already wetness made him groan with satisfaction.

Finding his rhythm Mark began thrusting inside of you, grabbing your breast with one hand and your hip with the other to help him keep his pace.

You felt him stretch you out and it was the most exhilarating feeling having him inside you again. Mark was confident in bed and that was one of the most attractive things about him. For someone with a sweet face and an innocent demeanor he was so dominate and tantalizing in bed.

“Mark I’m gonna-“

“Me too” he grunted before flipping you over and grabbed a fist full of your hair and slammed inside of you again. The new position built your orgasm even faster as your ass hit against his abdomen every time he thrusted into you. Mark pulled you up, turning your head to the side as he bit into your shoulder and you screamed out his name continuously.

“Cum for me” Mark growled in your ear and those words were enough for you release your second orgasm. Mark quickly pulled out of you and stuffed his length into your mouth, groaning as you swallowed every bit of him and even cleaned up any remaining mess with your tongue.

“I missed that” Mark collapsed on the bed trying to catch his breath while you did the same.

“Me too” you hummed and rested your head on his chest as the two of you drifted off to a sweet slumber.

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It was mid day and Mark and you snuck into the bathroom to quickly clean up after a quickie in the shower Ofcourse and arrived in the kitchen where the rest of Mark’s bandmates were.

The tenth floor boys and Johnny were all enjoying their lunch but their smug faces when the two of you walked out said it all.

“Well we’re dating now, so that’s out of the way” you grabbed a fry from the table and popped it into your mouth.

“Congrats” Jungwoo clapped, more interested in the food in front of him than the announcement he obviously saw coming.

“Hey maybe they didn’t hear anything after all” Mark whispered into your ear and placed a soft kiss on your cheek before sitting down to join the meal.

You shrugged and slipped into the seat next to Johnny, and watched as Yuta, Jaehyun, and Taeil shared a quick glance and smirk,

“I really didn’t take Mark for a begging kink kind of guy” Johnny said nonchalantly while the entire table erupted in laughter as you hid your reddened face and Mark choked on his glass of water.

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