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bajicantspell · 5 months ago

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Strangers

Summary : part two to Kodzuken in my DMs (press), although i wrote it in a way that reading part one isn’t necessary. The only context you need is that x reader is a small instagram influencer. This chapter is about them hanging out together, doing stuff and Kenma pondering how to make you his girlfriend :)

→ Warnings: smut,cursing (Fluff) 🎧

Kenma loved every conversation with you and couldn't get enough. Each text left him wanting you more ; you were just so… interesting. He was completely amused and infatuated with you.

The fact that he also thought you were a total smoke show was a bonus as well. It was like having the best of both worlds – someone who was not only interesting to talk to but also insanely attractive.

He daydreamed about you a lot, whether he was grocery shopping and saw the drink you told him you like, or glancing at his screen every few minutes hoping you’d reply. He also thought about you, at other times. With one last whimper he flopped onto his bed, exhausted, reaching for the tissues.

He couldn’t help himself; everything you said, every picture you sent, every time you spoke during a call, made him feel a certain way. Your words, your voice, and your beauty all had a profound effect on him, stirring emotions he couldn't ignore. Each interaction left him more captivated, more infatuated with you, and he found himself constantly thinking about you during his alone time late at night.

Kenma kept breathing heavily due to his exhaustion from his high, feeling his eyelids growing heavier.

“Fuck, wish you were here.” He whispered to no one, hoping it could reach you.

He just felt so, so fucking lucky. Not only were you everything he asked for, your university was also ridiculously close to his place, so you didnt live far either. It was as if everything was perfectly set up for you to get together.

He’s a logical man, he wouldn’t be hopeful if the probabilities of you being together were low, but each day he was growing more and more impatient.

He didn't know if he was doing the flirting thing right, but he assumed he must be doing something right since you agreed to go out with him a couple of times over the few weeks of knowing each other.

Over text you could talk together so much, no conversation was boring with you. But he spend the entire evening of your first date just staring at you in awe. You honestly looked better up close than in your pictures, he didnt know that was possible. He could tell you were a little nervous since you talked about everything and anything that came to mind. Your constant chatter was endearing, revealing your anxiousness in a way that made him sheepishly smile. It was clear you were trying to fill the silence, and he found your efforts adorable.

Thankfully, when you talk you’re not that in touch with your surroundings, so maybe he got away with staring.

Lying down in his bed, he smiled a little at the memory. He drifted off to sleep, knowing he’d get to see you again tomorrow. The thought brought him a sense of calm as he finally succumbed to his exhaustion.

Kenma has always been observant of people, a skill that served him well during his high school volleyball days. Old habits die hard, and his keen observation hasn’t faded. But now, it’s working against him as he watches you wrap your lips around the coke bottle, his eyes fixated. It makes him wish he were that bottle.

You noticed his eyes lingering.

"Ken', are you okay?" you asked.

"Hm? What?" he replied, caught off guard.

He invited you to his house for a date night, away from the crowds. The past few times you went out together, you were stared at due to his presence, and he noticed it made you a little uncomfortable. He knew exactly how that felt. Back in high school, he had even bleach-damaged his long beautiful raven locks just to avoid standing out. Though he's an introvert himself, he eventually got used to the public attention fame brings and learned how to tune it out. But he understood that it's not something everyone can easily adapt to. He wanted to ensure you felt at ease, so inviting you to his house seemed like the best way to enjoy each other's company without any unwanted attention.

"You were staring, Ken," you chuckled.

The way you said his nickname was smooth and sweet, giving him chills. Your seductive voice held him utterly entranced.

“Can’t help it. You’re too pretty.” He said, leaning down to peck your lips.

You shared a few kisses, both gentle pecks and passionate ones, but it never went further than that. You didnt know each other long enough for it to go further than that.

You smiled against his lips and he swore his heart skipped a beat. You don’t know what you do to him. He was completely and utterly at your mercy, like putty in your hands.

He knew that if someone who knew him well, like Kuroo, saw him interacting with you, they wouldn’t believe it was the same Kenma.

He surprised himself, honestly. Kenma wasn’t used to being this gentle; he was more familiar with hearing his friends call him a bit intimidating or too straightforward. Though he wouldn't admit it, he kind of enjoyed leaning into his scariness. He also really enjoyed making fun of his friends, if he didn’t throw shit at Kuroo at least once it’d be a bad day. He took particular delight in finding the perfect moments to attack in his monotone voice, and Kuroo was often his favorite target.

Honestly, you couldn’t believe that the guy taking you out, showering you with gifts and compliments, taking photos of you when you asked, and offering to help you with everything, was the same guy famous for his streams being the definition of chaos. The contrast was striking, and you wondered if you’d get to see both sides eventually.

"Ken? Should we clean up and watch a movie?" you whispered softly, your face just inches from his.

"Mmhm," he murmured, his voice low and warm. "How about I wash the dishes while you pick out a movie?" His eyes lingered on yours, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

You shook your head, "No, I'll do it. You paid for the food."

He smiled, appreciating your gesture. "Alright," he said, leaning back a bit. "But next time, it's my turn to clean up."

With a playful nod, you headed to the kitchen, feeling his gaze follow you.

He snickered, enjoying the view as you walked away.

Kenma often found himself questioning whether his opinions of you were merely a romanticized version he had created in his mind, or if you truly were that perfect for him. He couldn't help but wonder if his feelings were clouding his judgment, making you seem even more flawless than you actually were. The way you made him feel was undeniable, but he often pondered whether his perception was influenced by his own desires and hopes.

He mentally shook his head—no, that’s not how his mind operated. Kenma was to his core, a realist, often setting himself up for disappointment by meticulously analysing every detail. There was no idealized version of you in his mind; it was simply you. He couldn’t find any flaws because, to him, there genuinely were none.

He knew sooner or later he’d have to officially make you his. The thought of it made his heart race with anticipation and excitement.

The fact that you were still technically available made him simmer with jealousy, despite the unspoken understanding between you that you were unofficially exclusive. He knew he needed to change the 'unofficial' part, though.

He didn't know what got over him, but something compelled him to go after you. An irresistible urge surged through him, driving him to follow you into the kitchen.

You were washing the last plate, completely lost in your thoughts, when you were suddenly brought back to reality by the feel of two hands gently gripping your waist and a head resting on your shoulder. The warmth of his touch and the closeness of his presence sent a shiver down your spine, pulling you out of your reverie. His breath was soft against your ear, and you could feel his heartbeat against your back, grounding you in the moment.

“Well, hello there,” you chuckled, your voice light and amused, hiding your nervousness.

“You smell so good,” he murmured, his voice muffled against the crook of your neck. The warmth of his breath tickled your skin, sending tingles through you. His arms tightened around your waist slightly, pulling you closer as he nuzzled into your neck. You could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing and the gentle press of his lips against your skin.

You giggled in response.

“I’m almost done with these. Did you pick a mo—” you were suddenly interrupted by his grip tightening on your waist, bringing you closer, followed by the sensation of wet, lingering kisses being placed on the back of your neck.

“Kenma, what are you doing?” You asked, your voice firm and low.

"Whatever you want me to. If you want, I'll stop," he replied matter-of-factly, his breath warm against your neck. His hands remained firmly on your waist, but he eased up slightly, giving you the space to decide.

You paused.

"I want... I want more."

Kenma's eyes lit up. "More?" he echoed quietly, a spark of excitement and anticipation in his voice. His grip on your waist tightened once again, his lips hovering just above your skin as he awaited your next move, eager to fulfill your desire.

“Mhmm,” you nervously replied, still gripping the plates. Your heart raced as you felt him grin against your neck, anticipation building with every second.

“Well, if you want more, I'll give you more,” Kenma murmured, his voice low and full of promise. His hands slid up your sides gently, and his lips resumed their trail of kisses along your neck, making your heart race even faster.

His hands slid under your shirt, over your bra, an action that made you set the plates down in the sink gently. The feel of his touch sent a sense of calm through you, and you leaned back into him; an action that made him smirk against your neck.

He played with the textured lace of your bra, his fingers tracing the delicate fabric as if asking for permission to go further. You nodded, neither of you making a sound, the tension between you too much to make a sound. His fingers, encouraged by your silent approval, continued their exploration with more confidence.

He stopped at the hook of your bra, bringing both hands to unclip your bra in one swift motion.

The ease with which he did it made you wonder how much practice he had. His fingers moved so skillfully, it seemed almost instinctual. But don't worry; it was just a fluke. Even he was surprised by it. In reality, he was navigating this new territory with as much uncertainty as you were. The chemistry between you made everything feel natural, even though his heart was pounding just as hard as yours.

When your bra was completely off, with just a little bit of hesitation his hands approached to cup your breasts. His touch was tentative at first, fingers lightly tracing over them as if he were memorizing every curve.

"Fuckin' perfect perky tits." he mumbled against your neck, almost as if he were talking to himself. His breath was hot against your skin, and the words came out in a hushed, reverent tone.

You could only giggle in response.

He pulled one hand out from under your shirt, cringing as the sudden cold air hit his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth you provided.

With one hand still drawing circles around your chest, he brought the other one in front of you, his middle and ring finger just before your mouth. His silent request was clear, so he eagerly waited for you to part your lips.

"Say it," you said, a sudden confidence overcoming you.

"Hmm? Say what?" he replied, his voice tinged with curiosity and anticipation.

"Say what you want me to do," you commanded softly, challenging him to voice his desires.

"Oh yeah? Okay then. Suck ‘em," he said with a chuckle, his fingers practically pushing your lips open. The playful command, combined with the gentle pressure of his fingers, sent a thrill through you. You parted your lips, letting his fingers slide in, and the taste of his skin filling your mouth.

He was still pressed up against your back, and throughout this entire exchange, it was the only time he was glad he couldn’t see your face. He knew he didn't have the self-control to hold back if he saw your pretty, pouty lips wrapped around his fingers like that. The thought alone was enough to drive him wild, but the feel of your mouth on his fingers, warm and inviting, was almost too much to bear.

Eventually, much to his displeasure, he had to remove himself from your mouth.

His sticky, saliva-covered fingers quickly slipped back under your shirt before you could notice. Meanwhile, his other hand traveled just below the waistband of your sweats, tracing the small bow on your panties.

With the fingers that were mere moments ago in your mouth he started gently tracing your nipple, slightly pinching it in the process, causing you to mewl oh so quietly.

He had to bite down on your neck to quickly ground himself. Hearing you make a noise, even if it was barely audible, for the first time had him battling every instinct to not pounce on you that same instant. The soft sound made him want to hear it more, and he struggled to maintain control, every fibber of his being yearning to give in to the moment. He was so hard it was aching.

He couldn’t help himself. While maintaining the rhythm of his fingers, he began gently grinding against you, unable to resist the overwhelming urge.

“Fuck, baby. I never knew it could feel this good, never felt this good with anyone. ” he quickly mumbled, his voice whiney, almost a whimper.

You couldn’t even process the new pet name, you were clenching around nothing and aching for attention too much.

You couldn’t even remember the last time you were touched like this. Kenma had his own struggles with love due to his fame, and although you were locally known at best, it didn’t mean you didn’t attract a bunch of insecure boys. Men who claimed they didn’t care about the online attention you received would quickly change their tune when they saw how many men were in your comments. Some even used you to boast to their friends about talking to you. As a result, every experience you had prior to this one felt completely one-sided. They didn’t care if you felt good or not, as long as they got off. Your last boyfriend couldn’t even make you come once in the entire three months you were together.

But Kenma was different. Kenma wasn’t insecure, and his feelings for you, although attraction based at first, were real now. His touch was filled with genuine desire and hunger, making you feel truly seen and wanted, craved even. The contrast was striking,and it made all those past experiences fade into insignificance.

“Kenma?” you said breathlessly, your voice trembling with anticipation.

“Mhmm?” he responded, his voice husky he continued to touch you.

“Please. Wanna come,” you pleaded, your need evident in every word. The desperation in your voice only fueled his own, making him more determined to bring you to the edge.

“Don’t have to tell me twice, pretty,” he said, his voice filled with urgency. The hand that had been teasing the edge of your cute panties slipped inside, his fingers skillfully finding their way to your most sensitive spot.

He paused for a moment as his fingertips brushed against your entrance. “You’re fucking soaked,” he murmured, a hint of awe and satisfaction in his voice.

“Maybe you’re doing something right, then,” you replied with a teasing smile, your voice a mix of playful and breathless.

“Maybe I am,” he teased back, a smirk playing on his lips as his middle finger began making gentle circular motions on your bundle of nerves using your own juices to lubricate it. It was so lewd. The sensation was like nothing you’ve felt before, making you gasp and lean further into him.

‘Fucking gamer hands.’ You thought to yourself.

As his fingers continued their rhythmic movements, you could feel the intensity building within you, every movement bringing you closer to the edge. Your breaths grew shallower, your heart racing as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations he was creating. His other hand, still wet and playing around with your nipple, only fueled the buildup.

Kenma’s eyes never left what he could see of your face, watching every expression. You couldn’t meet his gaze, eyes closed in pleasure. If you could, you’d be terrified by the dark, feline-like stare he wore. His eyes were intense, predatory, and focused entirely on you, taking in every detail of your reaction. The sight of you, lost in feeling because of him, only spurred him on.

He could tell you were close.

He whispered softly in your ear, “Let go for me, pretty,” his voice a mix of command and tenderness. His assured yet gentle words urged you to surrender.

The rhythmic circles on your sensitive spot grew more insistent and you could feel the tension building, a powerful wave approaching.

His free hand roamed your body, adding to the sensations. You felt completely surrounded by him—his presence, his touch, his voice—all combining to create an experience unlike any you had known.

As the intensity built, your breaths became ragged, your body trembling with anticipation. Kenma’s dark, intense eyes never left your face, capturing every expression and quiver of pleasure.

“Let go,” he repeated, his voice now a husky murmur, filled with urgency and promise. His touch and words were irresistible, and you finally surrendered, giving in to the overwhelming pleasure.

Loud whimpers filled the house as your muscles tensed from the sensation. The intense pleasure made it impossible to stay quiet, each sound escaping your lips adding to the excitement. Your whole body tightened, responding to the waves of ecstasy, leaving you breathless and trembling in Kenma's arms.

He finally turned you around, taking a good look at your face. His eyes roamed over your features, taking in every detail—the flushed cheeks, the parted lips, the dazed expression in your eyes. He smiled to himself, proud of his work.

“Was it good?” he asked, gently cupping your face. His thumb brushed lightly over your cheek, his eyes searching yours for an answer. Not that there was any doubt in his mind it wasn’t.

“Are you joking? That was the best one I’ve had in a long time.” you replied breathlessly , a satisfied smile spreading across your face.

Your arms wrapped around him and he followed suit. You stayed like that for a couple of minutes, you calming down from your high and him holding you through it.

His fingers gently stroked your back, a soothing gesture that further eased you into a state of complete relaxation.

“Ken?”

“Yeah?” he responded, his voice gentle and attentive.

“I’m on the pill, you know,” you said, your voice teasing but clear.

He grinned slyly, “Oh yea? And why are you telling me this?”

You stood on your tiptoes, gently pulling him closer by the collar. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he didn't resist, his breath hitching as you leaned in close. Your lips brushed against his ear, and you whispered, "Because I wanna go to your room so you can ruin me."

He hid his surprise and excitement, taking a step back. "Sorry, I don’t fuck strangers." He lied.

You were confused. "Strangers?" you echoed, your voice tinged with hurt and uncertainty.

“Well, yeah,” he said, leaning on the counter. “So unless you wanna be my girlfriend, it’s a no for me.” He smirked, watching your face change from confusion to realization.

The initial hurt faded, replaced by a mix of surprise and excitement. "Girlfriend?" you repeated, your voice softening.

“Mmhm.” He replied with anticipation.

A smile appeared on your face. “Oh, fuck you. I thought you were going to kick me out or something. Couldn't you ask like a normal person?”

He chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction. “Where’s the fun in that?” he teased. “So, what’s it going to be? Girlfriend?”

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t hide your grin. “Yes, Kenma. I’ll be your girlfriend.’

“Good,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you softly. “Now, about ruining you...”

You looked up at him seductively. “Gonna have to catch me first.”

Before he could process what you said, you quickly turned and ran to the bedroom, laughing.

“Don’t run so loud, you’re annoying,” he called after you, a huge grin plastered across his face as he followed you.

Kenma genuinely lost count of how many times he came in you that night.

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 ↓。

a bunch of ppl requested anonymously for this to be a smut chapter, so I’m delivering lmaoo, you animals. (ILY THANK U FOR THE SUPPORT) Tags : @nazwrites-2002 @nishayuro @nnnyxie If u wanna get tagged in my next fic abt Suna or if u want a part 3 lmk <3

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hopelesslyinlovewithanime · 6 months ago

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Yandere Ohma x Reader

A price to pay

Chapter 1..

It was…strange…when i first met him though i will never forget the way he made me feel. It started off normal at first. I got butterflies in my belly with how he looked at me… his eyes full of love and want..his touch feeling like cotton candy each time he would hold me, but that was nowadays..back then when we were only teeengers i noticed his change in demeanor,especially the way he looked at me.those pretty dark grey eyes i love now..back then used to pierce into my soul, it almost made me feel like i did something wrong or somehow made him hate me. But never the less i still loved him….even after the blood that hit my face when he beat a guy to death for batting an eye at me….or maybe that one time he gripped my arm so hard it bruised…sure it hurt but i still loved him and im sure he wouldnt do something like that again right?

It was 10 pm at night when your eyes shot open. Your body drenched in sweat as you pant heavily. “Another bad dream…” You thought to yourself as you sat up from your bed stretching as you looked around your dark empty room, only to feel shifting next to you. You turn your head only to be greeted by the sight of your boyfriend…Ohma Tokita, who was sleeping peacefully. You hadn’t seen him this peaceful since you two were little under Niko’s care. You smile to yourself as you gently slide out of bed, slidinhg on your slippers as you planned to get a late night snack.

“Where are you going?’

A deep husky voice asked as you hear the bed shift to accommodate to the body weight. you turn your head, not surprised to see Ohma as you take a deep breath. “ just going to get a snack from the kitchen..that okay?’ you didnt mean for that to sound sarcastic but it kind of did especially when you asked him that question.

Ohma’s eyes narrowed as he fully sat up on the bed, letting out a yawn before his eyes bored into you. “..this late?...” he asked in a suspicious yet calm tone as he watched you shift on your feet

“Yeah ….couldn’t sleep, i just figured a snack would help…” you responded now slightly cautious at the way you spoke to him…no wanting to repeat..last time. Your hands gently clenched into fists as you stared at Ohma with a attentive look. The funny thing is Ohma doesn’t respond just simply look at you as he tilts his head slightly, noticing your body language. Ohma watches you alittle longer before finally speaking up “oh….alright…” his tone was so simple yet…weird,,,usually he reacted the complete opposite…which is why it caught you off guard. You simply nodded your head as you let out a quiet “mhm..” as you stood there in silence not really sure what to do. Your gaze slowly landing onto the floor, to uncomfortable to even look him in the eyes. until you heard his body shifting in the bed, your eyes quickly darted from the floor and up at Ohma.

Ohma laid back in the bed as he yawned once more. “Alright, just make sure you bring me a snack also..” he said in a neutral tone. You nodded and was just about to leave until “y/n…” he said in a now monotone voice. You felt a shiver run up your spine as you slowly turned to face him, seeing him sat up on the bed once more. “Come here real quick…” he gently opened his arms to you as you slowly yet cautiously stepped over to him. Ohma quickly wrapped you into a tight hug, your head pressed against his chest as you gripped his shoulders. His lips pressed against the top of your head as i smiled to himself “i love you okay…” his tone had a sweetness. Your body seemed to shiver in his grip but you tried to make it not noticeable…”i love you too…” you said with a somber tone.

Ohma stared at you for a minute before he let out a satisfied grunt as he gently let go of you as you quickly moved off, heading towards the kitchen. He knew you were still afraid of him but it was only a matter of time before you warmed to him….he’ll make sure of it.

End of chapter 1

(Hey guys sorry I've been gone so long I've been dealing with personal stuff and I will be making more content in the future.. I love you guys so much and thank you for your support ♡)

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starlightazriel · 4 months ago

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bee 6

desc: best friends > lovers azriel au (fem reader)

warnings: 18+, fluff, sexual tensionnn, alcohol/drug addiction,

other parts can be found on my masterlist under azriel

wc: 4.8k

six

Azriel was leaning against the counter and I instantly felt his eyes boring into me, studying me. I had known Azriel long enough to be able to visibly see that he was clearly on a bender, or coming off of one, something was bothering him. And when something was bothering him there was always at least alcohol involved, if not more. I knew he was an alcoholic, that wasnt anything new. I knew he dabbled, okay, maybe heavily dabbled. But I never wanted to think of Az as a drug addict, it just didnt sound right. I hoped it was just one of his phases.

Despite that look that he always got when something wasnt right in his life, underneath that guarded exterior, his eyes, detached but still so attentive to my presence... I could still see my Az, and I could tell he was hurting. I knew he must be upset, he must be thinking that he lost his best friend, the one person he could come to and never have to put any sort of wall up with. I knew, when Cass left I would have to explain myself to him, I needed him to know that nothing had to change between us just because I kissed him. I knew how he was, I knew he was dwelling on all of it, thinking that because he had rejected me things would be weird between us and they already had been anyway from him walking in on me... But it would pass, it had to.

"Good morning," I say softly, swallowing hard as I took my seat on the stool at the counter. Cassian was making pancakes, and I silently thanked any higher power that he was still here. I had noticed his large body nearly hanging off the couch when I had come in lastnight, they had both been sleeping thankfully.

"Good morning!" Cass greets cheerfully, twisting from the stove away from the pancakes he had just flipped. "I was just telling Az that you guys need some bigger and better couches, my neck is toast after lastnight," I chuckled quietly, my eyes nervously drifting toward Azriel every few seconds who hadn't stopped staring. It was making my cheeks hot, making me nervous.

"Yeah, um, I've been saying that, definitely on the list," I swallowed, hard, my eyes flicking back to Azriel again. "Could you pour me a coffee Az?" he softens slightly but his jaw flexed, he didn't say a word, but he didn't move to pour my coffee either. "Az, are you- Are you just gonna sit there and ignore me?" I ask, Cassian glances back between us, squinting a bit. Cassian was also visibly uncomfortable now. But that, that was Az, he could blend in easily when he wanted to, and when he was angry, everyone around could feel it.

"Kind of like you ignored me last night so you could go fuck my plug?" he asks coolly, my cheeks burn and I tried to swallow the lump aching in my throat. His tone was even, not letting off a hint of emotion, but I could see the temper flaring in his eyes. My toes curled in my slippers, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up when I remembered the way he spoke to me the other night, the way he wrapped his hand around my throat and looked directly into my eyes- "Hope you wrapped it up, he gets around," again, that emotionless tone, I opened my mouth to speak, thankfully, Cassian chose then to drop the platter of pancakes onto the counter.

"Pancakes are ready family!" he said, standing between us, I knew he could sense the tension. The awkwardness hanging in the air, the metaphorical absolute cloud of shadow that hung over Azriel. "Cool it Az," Cass cuts him a look as he piles pancakes onto his plate and takes the seat at the counter next to me. I served myself, taking two, Azriel didn't touch them, stayed right where he was, leaning up against the counter, watching me.

I wanted desperately to tell him to eat something. I couldn't bring myself to say anything else. Annoyed wasn't the word, who was he to even bring it up? And more importantly how did he even know that it was Eris that I was with? And why in front of Cassian? Not that I cared, really, Cass was the type of person you either loved or hated the first time you met him, and he and I had bonded instantly the first time Az brought him around. I didn't care that he knew, really, it was just the principle.

"The silence is real loud guys," Cassian comments, and he was right, no one had said a word for ten minutes at least. "And I think I really should be going," he adds as he stabs the last bite of his pancakes, I had barely finished my two while he wolfed down his stack. Please don't go. I wanted to say but I cut him a look instead which he smirked in response to.

"Later Cass," I mumbled, squishing a crumb left on my plate with my fork, anything to keep my hands busy.

"Don't be late Az, seriously, Rhys will kill you," Cassian puts his plate in the sink, not bothering to wash it. Azriel finally turned to look at Cassian for what felt like the first time since I'd entered the room. Working today... Guess I wouldn't be able to talk to him.

"Im not going to be late. Right behind you," Az muttered after Cass as he slammed the rest of his orange juice and headed toward the door. My eyes shifted to him, now that he wasnt looking at me. His jaw flexed as he watched the door close and the tension in the room seemed to grow ten fold with the click of the lock.

After a long moment, Azriel turned, and there she was, looking at him. He didnt soften the way he wanted to, the way he knew he should. There was so many things that he wanted to say, he didnt seem to know how to say any of them.

"Working today?" she finally blurted and broke the silence. He knew her too well, he could tell there was so much she wanted to say too, but she didnt know how to start either. She was shy or whatever.

"Yeah," he shrugs, knowing he should be walking away right now to go get dressed and ready. "Some shit for the event, project I've been working on. Mor is the model, she's in town just for the tattoo," he shrugged and tried his very best not to let his eyes wander, to keep them trained on hers. She only nodded, they fell into a short silence, he noted the way she was still nervously playing with her fork. "So..." He finally works up the courage to say something, at least something before he left. "You and Eris, huh?" he rubs the back of his neck, searching her eyes, he knew his own weren't telling of anything, usually Bee was one of the only people he didnt have to put up walls with. He couldn't help it now though, he was afraid of whatever he was feeling, he couldn't really even understand his feelings.

"Oh," she swallows, and just shakes her head at him, her fork clattering onto the plate. "No, well... At least I don't think so just- Its been a while," she rambled, nervously biting her lip. So they did fuck. Azriels eyes narrowed, he could feel the back of his neck getting hot, he swallowed the angry words that threatened to spill from his lips. "Are you seeing Cecille again?" the question caught him off guard, distracted him.

"No. I didnt even go there for that," it wasnt a lie, he definitely wasnt going to start seeing her again. She had just been a scapegoat, somewhere to run because he was afraid. He didnt know how to make sense of all the conflicting emotions he had been dealing with.

"Oh," she says awkwardly, averting her gaze, he swore he noticed her shoulders slump in relief. Though, he knew it was probably only because she had always hated Cecille, and she thought Az was wrong for sleeping with a married woman. Of course she did, Bee was a good person, unlike him.

"Yeah," he shrugs, standing a little straighter now. He really had to go. "I gotta get to the shop. Just be careful with Eris, okay Bee? I know he can be-" Azriel grimaced, "cool, or whatever. But there's a lot of people in this city that would kill him, or anyone that might be close to him if they got the chance." He didnt want to scare her, but its not like it wasnt true. Eris' dad was a fucking mob boss, his whole family was dangerous.

"It was just one night Az," she swallowed, and he nodded, feeling only a tiny bit relieved. Because, maybe it was just one night, but it had happened. Eris of all people got to fuck her, touch her- maybe even taste her. His Bee. The thoughts sent his stomach coiling.

"I don't need to know. I'm just saying," he shrugs trying to play it off like it was nothing. He wondered if she saw right through his facade the way it felt like she did. She always saw him, knew who he was underneath the exterior that the rest of the world got. Even like this, even on the morning after days of being absolutely fucked up, she still saw him, and he could feel it. He needed her, that was just another reason why he wasnt wiling the risk, of giving into his desires for Bee. If he did something to fuck it up, which inevitably he would, and she never spoke to him again... Losing her just wasnt an option for him.

"Az I know you need to leave, but I just wanted to apologize... For overstepping or crossing a boundary or whatever the other night," her cheeks burned a bright red as she rambled, and her words caught him so off guard that his expression instantly softened. The other night.

"You shouldn't be apologizing," he swallowed, his phone buzzed in his pocket, he ignored it. He knew if he didnt leave now he would be late, and he still needed to change. "I should be- I was fucked up. I shouldn't have ever put my hands on you like that, I shouldn't have-" Azriel paused, he swore something like disappointment flashed in her eyes, did she like being choked out? This was exactly the problem, a month or two ago, however long it had been since he walked in on her, he had thought he knew his best friend after practically growing up together. Lately, it had felt like they were getting to know each other for the first time. "I shouldn't have taken it as far as I did, you were so drunk..." Azriel swallowed hard, he remembered how torturous it had been to pull away from her. After she had cum, just from him rubbing her panties alone, she had soaked through them. He had been able to smell her pussy on his fingers when he had lit his cigarette, his mouth had been fucking watering, his cock had been so fucking tight in his pants, begging him. And he had to fucking walk away, she was too drunk, and she was Bee, she didnt deserve to get fucked in some dirty alleyway. "And I'm sorry if I made you feel like... Like i didn't want to keep going or something... I just, I can't lose you Bee," admitting it out loud made him blush, it made him feel weak.

"Az you could never lose me," she insists, his phone was ringing in his pocket now, he could tell she wanted to say more. He wanted to hear it, even though her words made him blush. Made him feel something he wasn't used to feeling. "You should go, Cass said you can't be late. We'll have time to talk later," she gives him one of those cute half smiles, he knew she was right. So he just nodded, debated on giving her one of those half hugs but he didn't.

When Azriel strode into the shop, he immediately knew Rhys wasnt happy, he did that thing with his eyes where they just burned through you, like they could read every thought you ever had. His eyes flicked to Rhys' cousin Mor, a grin spread across his face, he advanced and tackled her in a hug. It had been forever since he'd seen her, she rarely came now, she was off pursuing her fashion designing dreams in the big apple.

"Hey, sorry Im late. Mor, it's good to see you, how are you?" He definitely had gone through a phase of crushing on her at one point, that was before he found out they more or less had the same preferences.

"That's okay Az, it's good to see you too," she laughs, hugging him back before breaking away, her blond hair bouncing behind her. Azriel knew this was good, a big piece, something he had been working on for a while, dying to put into ink on Mors skin. He knew this was exactly what he needed to steady his mind, maybe he'd even talk to her.

"I thought Cass told you not to be late," Rhys cuts in, his jaw flexing in annoyance. "This shit is important Az, if we win this thing... Its going to be huge, its going to give us enough publicity that I can finally open another shop in Vegas," Rhys was serious, and it was dragging Azriels mood down, enough that he knew he needed a little something extra to focus. He didnt say anything, just nodded to show Rhys he understood before ducking into the bathroom and mumbling something to Mor about getting settled into his tattoo room.

He fished the little bag from his pocket and used his house key to take two small bumps of encouragement. This technically was cutting back, days ago he would have taken a whole line before doing a tattoo this big. He estimated that with a few breaks it would take him around six to eight hours, and Mor was a trooper, he'd tattooed her before and he knew she could sit through it. He took a piss, washed his hands, and made sure his face was clean before he exited the bathroom.

"Az," Rhys stopped him just before he entered his tattoo room, it was just the two of them now. Kat and Cass were in his piercing room designing the sign for their booth, and Mor, waiting patiently for Az in his own tattoo room.

Azriel stops, wincing slightly, he blinked once before turning around. "What's up?" he tries to be as casual as he can, tries not to let his eyes dart all around the room which was near impossible with nothing to do with his hands.

Rhys softened slightly, but he was still clearly pissed, and he doesn't let on the pity he was probably feeling for him. That was another thing Az hated. "I just need you to get your shit together. And Im not kidding," he tilted his chin lightly, in that way that Rhys did to show that he was in charge. "I want to take you and Cass to Vegas, and hire an entire new staff for here. Maybe even sign Riley on a more permanent position here," this was all new to Azriel. He knew Rhys had been talking about going big in Vegas for a long time. Maybe even turning into a celebrity tattoo shop, but Az figured he would hire outside for that. He figured him and Cassian would have stayed back and run the original shop, he didnt even know if he wanted to go to Vegas. "I can't take you there like this Az, once in a while is cool. This every day shit? Don't make me cut off your supply completely," Rhys words are even, serious, final. Azriels ears got hot, his temper flared, and no it wasnt just the slight buzz he had egging his temper on. It was that Rhys basically just insinuated that he would fire him completely if he didnt clean up his act. And also Rhys arrogant insinuation that if he fired him Azriel would be nothing, like he couldn't get a job somewhere else and supply himself that way. Even though he knew it wasnt true, it hurt, Rhys and his fucking power trips.

"Alright bro," Azriel responded through his teeth, knowing that if he said anything else, it wouldn't be good. "Understood. Im gonna go get to work now," he didnt wait for Rhys to say anything else before he shut himself in his tattoo room with Mor, who was looking at Azriel with raised brows. Of course she over heard.

"What was that about?" she asks casually as Azriel puts some music on and takes a seat on his chair, she was sitting with her bare back to him, her arms in front of her holding her clothes to her chest. If he was younger, he probably wouldn't have been able to handle this, but Mor was more like a sister to him now.

"Rhys being Rhys," he shrugs, he didnt really want to get into it now, even though Mor was probably the best person to talk to. Azriel prepped her skin, cleaning a large area on her upper back where he would be putting her tattoo. It was a gorgeous piece of snowy mountains, with Mor nestled into them, atop a beautiful horse. Immense detail, he had worked on the stencil for weeks.

Azriel changed the subject after that, and for a while they chatted while he worked, it was peaceful enough that he didnt take another bump on their lunch break. He ate something instead, Mor had brought him back a sandwich which he was more than grateful for since he skipped breakfast and hadn't been eating much of anything recently.

When the break was over and he was all set up for the next round, they fell into a comfortable silence for a bit, the outline had been completely finished earlier and he was now just shading and adding details.

"Okay Az, I can't take it anymore. I need all the tea, the full tea. I told you about my new fling I need to hear more about this Bee situation Kat barely had any details, Ive been telling Rhys for years that you guys are gonna end up getting married and having the cutest little babies," she giggled and Azriel leaned back for a moment, her body shook slightly with her laugh.

"Hold still," he muttered, blushing at the mention of y/n, he was glad Mor was facing the other way so she couldn't see. "It's nothing really, I just kind of walked in on her and I can't get her out of my head now. We um, we kissed once. 'S like I just.. I don't know Mor," he shrugged and leaned forward again to continue tattooing her.

"You kissed?" She demanded, sounding excited, Azriel sighed, his cheeks still blazing. "How was that? She's hot Az, you better claim her before I do," Mor was relentless and always seemed to be able to get him talking.

"Yeah, we kissed. I just- I don't wanna fuck it up, she's my best friend Mor," he squints slightly, willing himself to focus as Bee took over his mind, specifically the way it felt to kiss her. "If I give in.. To whatever this is.. I risk losing her, she says I won't... But you know how that goes," he mumbled and shrugged, swallowing hard. He had never wanted anyone so badly as he wanted Bee now, he had to think about puppies and Rhys' grandma so his dick wouldn't get hard in front of Mor.

"Az, you guys were meant for each other. You need to tell her how you feel before it's too late," she insists, he was almost done now, it was getting late too. Lighting wasnt as good anymore, but it was enough for him to finish and get his final details in. He knew she was probably right, he knew at this point, seeing Bee with someone else would destroy him. Fucking Eris was bad enough, but if she actually started dating someone, fell in love with someone. He didnt know how he would handle it. Even if he couldn't fully understand his feelings, he knew now, he wanted her in his life as more than just his friend.

"Im gonna ask her out," he finally says after a long moment of silence his cheeks were still burning but he kept his hands steady as he continued on his final details of the tattoo. Mor squealed with delight, making Azriel grimace, he was sure she would tell Kat and Bee would find out before he even got the chance, so he decided he needed to do it tonight.

"Cutest. Babies. Ever. Mark my words," she giggled again and Azriel sighed before telling her to keep still again. Nerves were coiling in his stomach and he couldn't remember the last time he felt like that.

It was late. I had expected Azriel to be home by now, I knew it was a big tattoo but it had been at least nine hours that he had been gone. I wondered if they all had went out for drinks, since Mor was in town, they probably did. I sighed, tossing the empty ice cream pint on the coffee table and taking another small sip from my second glass of wine. I definitely wasnt drunk, but headed in that direction if I kept going much longer.

I knew I was going to need at least a little bit of liquid courage for what I was about to do. After thinking about it all day, I planned to tell Az everything when he got home. I was tired of being a coward and watching from the sidelines, and he deserved to know that I've been standing beside him pathetically hopelessly in love with him for the past eight years.

I had taken advantage of the alone time when he first left, pleasured myself to his photo as many times as I wanted, worked on a little homework, stalked Eris' social media a little, because even though I knew Azriel was the one for me... I couldn't help but still be just a little bit curious about him.

Now, the alone time was getting old, the wine was only making me more impatient, and the stupid reality tv show I was watching wasnt doing anything to sooth my restlessness. Azriel hadn't texted me all day, and I had been fighting the urge to text him all day, knowing that he was busy tattooing and probably wasnt even on his phone anyway. I was horribly nervous, and I knew that if he didnt get back soon, I would probably make up some excuse as to why this wasnt a good idea and back out of it. Just this morning I had been ready to go back to being just friends, to tell him that we could be the same. That nothing had to change between us- I just knew I would regret that forever. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I never got the way I felt off of my chest.

My heart raced when I heard the key in the lock and I closed my eyes for a brief moment, begging any higher power that I wouldn't be a complete idiot. "Hey Az," I twist, watching him enter, he smiles sheepishly at me, entering the living room and sinking into his usual chair by the couch, he turned, swiveling the chair to face me.

"Hey y/n," Azriel breathes out and chews on the inside of his lip, my lips part slightly in surprise at the use of my name, he almost never used my real name, it was always Bee. Nerves fluttered in my stomach, I was completely thrown off by his demeanor now and all of the words I had so carefully planned out all day seemed to slip away. His waves were disheveled from him probably repeatedly running his fingers through them, a few pieces fell over his guarded eyes, is he nervous? Azriel rubbed his hands on his legs as if they were sweating, he didnt break eye contact with me, it made my cheeks hot.

"How um- How did the tattoo go? How's Mor?" I ask, trying to keep my voice as even as I possibly could, my heart thundered in my chest. What was he going to say? Why was he being so weird?

"It went really well," he seemed almost relieved at my question, like he needed to stall something. "Mors great, she can't wait to catch up with you too- Probably going to do a big camping trip with everyone... After the event, before she um, before she goes back to New York," he was distracted, I could tell, whatever was on his mind had him nervous. That wasnt like Azriel, it made me nervous.

"Sounds like fun," I managed, but his intense gaze was starting to get to me, he looked like he was trying to figure something out. Like he was so afraid of something, searching for an answer from me before he could even get his words out.

"Bee?" he finally says after a long moment of silence, my heart leapt as I watched his cheeks warm, his throat bobbed, his hand found the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his I had gotten to know over the years.

"Yes?" I managed, something about the air felt so heavy. This felt like some detrimental turning point like Az was about to open up to me about something big. Hes quiet again for a moment, and his normally tanned face was slightly red, I wasnt used to seeing him blush. The sight made me tingle, it made my nipples harden beneath my shirt, it reminded me of how his face looked after we kissed. I squeezed my legs together, he didnt miss it, his eyes dropped, and quickly snapped up to mine again, he swallowed hard before speaking again.

"I want you to come to the event..." He trailed off and Im about to say yes, of course, I was already going to be there- "With me," he adds on, his voice a throaty whisper, heat pricks at my skin before settling between my legs at the sound of his voice.

"Like as your-" I stopped myself, I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud, my cheeks were on fire, my heart pounded in my chest. This, this was not what I expected.

"Yes, as my date, not as my best friend, I want you on my arm all night, as my date," his voice was so sensual, raspy, as he watched me intensely, his eyes searching mine. My lips parted as he looked at me expectantly, I felt like I was dreaming, I had thought about this moment for so long. "Well? What do you say?" always impatient, and I hadn't exactly realized I still hadn't said anything.

"Yes," I mumble stupidly, relief washes over his face, a confident smirk spreading across his face at my lack of words. What could I even say now? My stomach was practically doing somersaults now as I racked my brain for anything I could possibly wear, the event was the day after tomorrow.

"Good," he sunk back in his chair a little, his eyes wandered before settling back on mine. "You should go to bed Bee," his voice was so damn low and gravelly, it made me want to get on my knees right now. He rubbed his hands on his pants again, his eyes not leaving mine.

"Why?" I ask, my eyes tracking his movements, savoring each and every detail of him. My mind was racing, part of me felt like I was dreaming.

"Because if you don't, Im not going to be able to keep my hands to myself," his voice was raspy and uneven, his jaw flexed, his eyes roaming over me hungrily, like the way he had looked at me before we kissed that night. I debated for a few seconds on whether or not I should just undress and let him put his hands all over me. I decided I didnt want him to regret it later, or change his mind about taking me as his date. Plus, my body was begging me to shut myself in my room and use this whole little conversation as fuel for multiple orgasms. So I stood up, and smiled shyly down at him.

"Goodnight Az."

a/n: sorry for the wait :/ thank you for being patient eeeeeeee they definitely fucking in 7 wtff officially proof read I love this series so much omggg

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riddlessecretss · 3 months ago

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My dorm room dalliance - Part two (enemies x lovers)

Based on this photo^^ (aftecare)

“Fuck baby you did so well”

You smile from Mattheo’s praise, you’ve never felt so normal after sex. You get up to set yourself a shower. “Mattheo” “Yes?”

“Stop staring at my ass.” You hear him groan and light a cigarette. You roll your eyes, when is he going to stop with that?

You set a temperature and step in. You start washing your hair when it gets quiet, too quiet. “Mattheo?”…

“MATTHEO?”

You think to yourself that he probably just left. You carry on brushing through your hair and humming to yourself. Having a dorm all for yourself is great!

You finish in the shower and walk out to feel a breeze seep through the balcony door. You grab your wand and walk over to be not so graciously greeted with Mattheo smoking with his headphones on.

You snatch them and place them on your head to be met with Don’t by Bryson Tiller. Not bad Riddle. “You’ve been here this while time?”

“Well where else would be on a friday night if there’s not a common room party?” He scoffs as you give him his headphones and walk back into the room to get changed when Mattheo follows you back in.

“Are you staying here tonight?”

“NO.” He shot back.

“What do you think i am, homeless?”

“No I just thought youd want some nice company since you also have a dorm to yourself.” -Silence- “Aww y/l/n you get lonely?” He teases.

“Shut up Riddle.” You button up your pyjama shirt.

“Ill stay, but only because i’m tired.”

You let out giggle and settle in bed. Mattheo gets in after you and cuddles into your waist.

”It does get pretty lonely by yourself, you know?” He looks into your eyes, hoping for a sense of peace. “I know how you feel, i have to occupy my silence with reading, although it gets quite boring at times.”

“Hm my occupation is all this.” Mattheo holds up a book which at first looks like just doodles but holds some of his heartfelt feelings.

Turns out we are more alike then we thought.”This feels normal. Mattheo do you feel this as well.” You felt your heart skip a beat as Matheo answers with a simple yes. He holds you tighter as you two fall asleep together.

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~At around 3AM~

You wake up with a headache and as soon as you get up you instantly know why.

“Do you have to smoke that shit in here?”

“Someone’s cranky.”

“I’m not I just have a headache.”

“Here.” He hands you a box of a strange looking pill. “And what is this?” “A pain relieving pill.”

You take it without question and look over Mattheo at an empty can, a lighter and an ashtray. Where did that come from? But out of everything, even the spliff in his hand, you notice his notebook on his chest open on a specific page.

“What did you write?”

“What?”

“In your book. Can I see?”

“No.” He turns a cold shoulder and puts his cigarette out and his book in his bag. I mean i am curious but a no is a no.

You turn away too and try to get some sleep.

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~At 7:30AM~

You wake up and notice Mattheo gone. It doesn’t surprise you at this point. But what surprises you is to see his book open on the same page it was last night with a note that read:

Since i can’t let you read it when im there…

You laugh to yourself and you pick up the book to see:

I can’t possibly contain my feelings for her trapped in a box in a corner of my heart, she deserves more. Even the way she sleeps, she looks mythical. She needs to be mine…

… Decorated in blue ink doodles confessing his love for me.

“Oh Mattheo if only you knew how i really feel about you…”

Im so so so sorry i didnt post this yesterday, I suddenly got so ill and tired and fell asleep early. I hope this makes up for it. And thank you guys so much for all the likes on the Slytherin boys react: aftercare post. This is part two so I recommend to read part one first which can be found here. I dont know if there will be a part 3 tell me if you guys want one. Navaiah 💘

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armpirate · 9 months ago

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OMGG!!! The only one was so amazing just wanna say thank u again 💗

Also can u pls also make a part story of them when YN gets pregnet and jk reaction?!!! 😬 also have them smut like they say sex with while pregnet are more better than it was , idk how far its true but well its up to u how it will ended up , well dont mind my requset just do what u like, even if u didnt want its okay ✌

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pairing: TheOnlyOne!JK x fem!reader || Mafia

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Warnings: mention of vomit, smut, dirty talk, pregnancy sex, voyeurism, female masturbation

Aprox. time of reading: 16 minutes

The environment was too heavy. The loud voices around the table, the fake laughs, the momentary shouts to give more emphasis to what they were saying... and certainly the way your stomach felt like you had been rolling on yourself for hours didn't help. Your husband's hand never left your thigh under the table, aware of the way your frown was slightly furrowed and your lips twisted in disgust.

"Doll, are you okay?" Jungkook asked for the third time that night, leaning over you to whisper in your ear.

"Yeah, I don't know" you shook your head, gulping thick. "I think I might be getting sick or something. It's okay" you patted his hand, caressing the tattoos on his fingers.

Jungkook smiled, taking your answer before he laid a kiss on your exposed shoulder and joined one of the conversations back.

It was so weird.

For a few days, you had been feeling queasy, losing appetite over food you'd have lost your mind over months back, feeling dizzy at random moments of the day -especially in the morning. It was shocking how your stamina seemed to last less, to the point that you'd fall asleep in places you would've never thought of. It wasn't like being in the hotel was the most entertaining thing for you, but it certainly wasn't as boring for you to end up sleeping on Jungkook's desk while you worked on some documents.

As much as you had tried to find that little thing that might've made your stomach upset, and influenced the way your body was working, you couldn't find anything out of usual.

"Earth calling Y/n" Jin joked, bringing you back to the conversation. "Are we so boring for you to ignore us?" he he reproached, pointing at you with the fork.

"I don't even know why you're surprised. She married Jungkook, at the end of the day" you heard Yoongi tease him back, licking his lips before he gave a sip of his drink filled with wine.

Jungkook's grip on your thigh tightened, drawing your eyes on him just so you could assure him for the fourth time that night that you were okay. Your soft smile was all he needed to relax again, and move back to allow the waiters to serve the food in front of you.

You didn't know if it was the way the fish was cooked, but you felt disgusted by its odor as soon as the plate was settled ahead of you.

"Y/n, are you okay? You look a bit pale" dared to ask, giving you a concerned look.

"Yes, I'm okay. It's just..." the sentence was interrupted by a gag reflex that you managed to stop before it was too obvious. Although you could only hold on to the noise from it, because the uncomfortable feeling stayed there for a second until you felt your stomach preparing for the second one "I'm sorry".

The chair squeaking under you, at the sudden movement to drag it away from the table to run away from there, made everyone look up to you. Until then, most of the people around the oval table were minding their business, but you made sure that attention would fall on Jungkook after your dramatic exit.

There wasn't anything as distressing as feeling the bile going up your throat until you were forced to take it out, kneeling in front of a toilet in the nearest restroom to the private room you all were in. For a few seconds, you dealt with your bangs and some locks making their way in front of your face, while you tried to keep the balance, until someone else got in charge of them. You'd recognize that gentle touch anywhere else, as he picked the hair that was bothering you with one hand and comforted you with the other on your back.

One last gag, one last spit, and you thought you were done. Your breathing was a bit faster from the effort, your eyes felt teary and you didn't want to imagine how bad you probably looked at that moment.

He handed you some paper, so you could clean your mouth as he flushed the toilet and waited for you to recover. He was squatting next to you, giving you that worried look that you recognized. Only one dangerous word from you, and he'd be setting the whole place on fire.

"Don't give me those eyes" you warned him, sighing as you sat on the top of the toilet.

"What eyes?" his tone sounded exhausting, and his body language was giving away how frustrated he actually was when he tilted his head.

"The eyes of someone who's about to kill somebody"

"Good, because I want to kill somebody" he replied. "You've been feeling bad all night. Or, let's better say, you've done well at pretending you were fine until now" he clicked his tongue. "What did you eat? Did you drink or eat something out of home? Did any of the food you ate this week taste weird?" he started asking, placing a hand subtly on your knee.

"I promise I'm okay" you insisted.

But that sentence most probably translated into something else in his brain. Jungkook stood up, extending his hand in front of you to help you get up.

Taking a deep breath, you got up from the place where you were sitting, feeling his fingers intertwining yours as he walked you outside. But instead of turning left to go back to the private area, he turned right, walking towards the exit. "Jungkook, the dinner..." you tried to stop him.

"Fuck the dinner" he huffed, "I'm taking you to the hospital".

It didn't matter how many times you insisted you were okay, his paranoia was winning the argument against you, and the slightest chance of you being poisoned some time in the week made all of his alarms blast at full volume in his head.

Jungkook insisted on you getting checked the first time you fell asleep next to him during one of the meetings. The next time was when you tripped on your feet when you went dizzy for a second. And that night was the last straw he needed to put a stop to your stubbornness.

You hated hospitals. The smell, the feeling of never being okay... you just couldn't stand being in those places. And the fact that you were dragged to one had you fuming all the way there, even if Jungkook tried to convince you that it was something you needed. It didn't matter how hard you wanted to stay mad, one look into his sparkly rounded eyes as he whispered that he'd feel relieved if he saw everything was okay and you were fumbled.

The doctor's first words after you got your tests done got you and Jungkook looking at each other, confused.

"When was the last time you had your period?" he asked, looking at you over his pasty squared glasses.

You pressed your lips together, trying to remember, and realizing you should've had your period two weeks back. It wasn't like your period was regular, but you never had delays of more than a week.

"A month ago" you whispered, with your voice lowering with every letter you pronounced.

"Everything is fine with your body, mrs. Jeon" he scoffed. "Really fine, actually".

As he handed you the papers with all of the results, you were sure your knowledge in Korean was deceiving you, inviting Jungkook to read them himself when he was aware of the shocked expression on your face.

"Positive" he whispered.

"Hmm. Yeah, it seems like that food that didn't sit well is actually a baby" the doctor joked. "Congratulations" he celebrated for the two of you, "or I'm sorry, I don't know".

You walked out first, bowing to him as you tried your best to walk on those heels when you were barely able to keep up with the weight of your own body. Jungkook read the results as he walked behind you, unbelieving of what his eyes were seeing.

"Y/n" he called you.

The tears in your eyes started rolling down your cheeks as you turned to him, being the only way to make that pressure on your chest feel a bit lighter. He hugged you tight, wrapping his arms around your body while you held onto his waist and hid your face on his chest.

"Shh" he tried to calm you down, moving his fingers through your locks.

"I'm pregnant" you whispered within hiccups. "We're going to have a kid".

If it weren't because, after three years of marriage, he knew you so well, he'd have thought that was bad news for you. Jungkook smiled against your temple, hugging you tighter and encouraging you to sob a bit louder.

Getting pregnant was an idea you got rid from throughout the years, it stopped being a topic of discussion between you two after several arguments where you felt insecure and undeserving of him, while he fought to show you the opposite. You had gone through different therapies, only to end up with the same disappointment every time. So seeing that "Positive" in your results was the closest you had ever been to witnessing a miracle.

"We're pregnant" you moved back, repeating it while looking him in the eyes.

"I know" Jungkook nodded, moving the locks away from your face and wiping the tears away as he stared into your bright eyes.

He had known you for quite some time, but he swore he hadn't seen the way his universe reflected in your eyes as clearly as it did that night.

You were lying in the middle of your bed, looking up at him as he joined you in your bedroom after taking a shower and changing his suit for some comfortable clothes. You managed to deal with some of the shared responsibility that came along with Bangtan, until your belly started to grow enough to make it impossible for you to barely move. For your safety, and his mental peace, Jungkook came up with the idea of you staying at home -with him only leaving whenever he was actually needed somewhere. But, most of the time, it was Jungkook orbiting around you and pleasing your needs before you could even be vocal about them.

That day, he had to take a morning trip to Seoul, forcing him to spend most of his day outside -which translated in him being present through texts or video calls several times throughout the day, until he managed to go back home.

He sat behind you, extending his legs around your hips so you were almost trapped in his body when his chest rested on your back and his chin on your shoulder.

"How are my two precious treasures doing?" his voice sounded muffled against your skin, with the vibrations tickling on your skin and making your body squirm with a giggle.

"Treasure number one is okay" you assured about yourself, "While treasure number two keeps making it clear he wants to be as a restless ass as his father" you joked.

"That's my boy" he cheered, receiving a playful jab on his stomach from you.

Still smiling, Jungkook leaned to kiss the curve of your shoulder over one of his oversized t-shirt, slowly moving up to your neck. You know he didn't do it with any intention of taking it further, they were more like caring pecks, but your body reacted to them as if he had dug through one of the most erogenous corners in your body.

"What?" he inquired, looking at you over your shoulder.

"Nothing" you tried to shrug it off, caressing his hands that almost covered your whole belly.

"Is it because I did..." he gave another kiss, making sure his lips would be in contact with your skin as he reached the collar of his t-shirt "this?".

"Kook" you warned him.

You didn't know if it were going crazy, or if it was because Jungkook had barely touched you that way ever since the belly started growing a significant amount, that made him be concerned of the slightest move you could make -which translated in more than two months going no further than some make out sessions that always left you over the edge. And while you appreciated how caring he was, it was driving you insane the distance he set for you two.

"Don't start something you won't finish" you asked him, tilting your head.

"Hmm, who said I won't finish it?" he challenged, rubbing his lips over the arch of your ear. After dropping a kiss on the sensitive skin behind it, he whispered "I know I said I would try to keep my hands to myself, but I can't do it anymore".

He moved his legs under yours, hooking your knees with his to pull them apart.

"How bad do you want me?" you teased, encouraged by the way his hands advanced over your inner thighs at a slow pace.

"Well, you have no idea of the many times I've ended up jerking off in the bathroom after seeing you naked, I think that should...".

A loud chuckle interrupted him, having you pushing him and kicking his arm "It'd have been enough just saying that you want me bad".

"I want you so bad, baby" he purred against your lips.

Shutting the moan that was coming out of your mouth at the sudden touch of his cold fingers with your folds, Jungkook linked your lips together. Your hips reacted automatically to his touch, grinding against his digits when they found their way to your clit, and that gentle rub made you ascend to the seventh heaven, squirming at every small touch he was giving you. Thatconstant sway of hips was also pushing him to the limit, feeling your ass pressing against his hard dick every time you tried to reach for tighter fictions against his fingerprints.

"You're so wet" he mumbled against your lips, tracing your lips with his tongue before he kissed you again. "How did I even think going without fucking you for months?".

"Because you're a dumbass" you gasped, back arching at the sudden throb in your core.

"Are you going to cum so fast?" his mocking tone only added fuel to the fire that was starting in your lower stomach, and that had you pulling the sheets underneath your feet away.

"Kook, please" the barely powerful fear of him leaving you hanging had you begging before you had to, making him scoff.

"I got you, babe" he assured, lowering his left hand from your neck to one of your breasts, softly pressing the palm of his hands against the hard nipple. "Cum for me, hmm? Get yourself ready, because you'll be coming on my cock next".

His lewd words were the final push you needed to let yourself go, embracing that desperate feeling that you were craving so much for the past few weeks, losing any type of control all over your body and letting the pleasure speak by itself when your back arched against his chest in sync with a whine.

You still thought Jungkook was messing with you, and that he'd help you clean yourself and change clothes as he helped you stand up and started undressing you. But his fingers moved over your skin as if he wanted to set you on fire again, rubbing the reverse of his digits every time he tried to pull one of the fabrics away.

"We'll be careful" his eyes looked deep into yours, as if he were promising his reflection that you'd both take it easy, rather than you. "We don't want to hurt Ujin".

You had many questions, started by that name, but you thought it was something to discuss later and keep the focus on what you two wanted to do.

Jungkook guided you back towards the bed, helping you move over the mattress until you laid on your side. He joined next to you right after, pinching your chin and kissing your forehead before he moved your legs over hip.

He had been deep diving for too long on the Internet about what were the safest sex positions, afraid that the moment of you two being unable to hold back your needs came.

Your pussy clenched at the first feeling of his tip against your folds, feeling your clit throb only at the idea of being stretched out by him again.

"If it hurts, or if it bothers you, I'll stop" he squeezed the skin under your chin, warning you.

Your lip was trapped under your upper teeth as he slowly rammed into you, stretching your walls inch by inch until you two were linked together completely, announcing it with a heavy gasp. Jungkook warned you with his eyes, announcing his movements before you nodded.

Feeling him go all the way out, to pound back into you as slowly had to be one of the most erotic thoughts you had ever felt, feeling all the hairs in your body raise whenever his tip teased its way out to then rub against the deepest spot it could reach in your guts.

His thumb kept tracing circles on your skin, holding you by your knees while his other hand was holding the curve on your neck softly, assuring himself that you were comfortable in that position, while you sneaked yours at the top of his head, playing with his hair as you felt the pleasure building up, closer to blow at any moment as his thrust sped up.

"Does it feel good?" his voice sounded raspy, yet he gave you such a gentle look that made your pussy and your heart throb at the same time.

"Yes, don't stop" you begged, pressing your palm against your clit.

"I missed so much how warm you feel around me, doll" Jungkook moaned, moving his head back for a moment before his eyes were back on yours. "You always take me so good".

With a more firm grip on your neck, he made sure your body didn't bounce too harshly for you to end up hurt, controlling the power of his thrusts. Changing the angle of his hips, he moved at the same steady pace, rubbing his tip against one particular spot that made your toes instantly curl.

You wouldn't last too long.

The touch of his hands, the sound of his groans and moans, and how his dick stretched out so well had you gripping the pillow cover beneath his head. And Jungkook loved that look on your face, that particular expression you made when you were ready to give him the world and everything he could ask for, too drunk in pleasure to think straight, giving you a tiny glimpse of how he felt around you every single day since he met you.

Your walls took him in, clenching around his length tight as if you didn't want him to leave ever again, at the same time your eyes rolled to the back and your jaw clenched with a prolonged moan. He went right after you, spilling his seed deep inside your cunt, feeling more connected to you than ever before.

As you two recovered, Jungkook stayed hugged to you, playing with your hair and smiling among shaky breaths.

"If you take so long to lay a hand on me ever again, I'll file for divorce" you joked, with a daydreaming smile curving on your face.

That wasn't what you were screaming when you two bursted inside the emergency room in the hospital, to later be dragged on a wheel chair to your room. In fact, you kept screaming how you wouldn't allow him to lay a hand on you ever again, or how unfair it was that you were the only one going through all the pain while all he did was stand there. You kept squirming once you were moved to a bed, groaning and whining at the intense pain in your lower stomach that was only preparing you for the pain you'd end up going through once Ujin decided to step into the real world and stop living peacefully inside of you.

Although it all lost sense, it all didn't matter, it was as if that pain had only been a nightmare when the nurse wrapped your baby in a towel and handed it to you, followed up close by his protective father's gaze until he was lying in your arms.

You remembered the way you cried when you were first told you were pregnant, and how you got so emotional whenever you saw him moving through that tiny television next to you, but it still didn't feel real. All those months you didn't get your hopes up, you didn't believe it'd end up with you holding your baby tight against your chest, while Jungkook snaked a hand behind your neck and his palm gently covered Ujin's head.

"His hands are so tiny" you sobbed, moving your index finger over his tiny hand. "He's so tiny".

"You made it, babe" Jungkook kissed the top of your head.

"We made it" you rubbed your head against his cheek, unable to control the tears from falling down at how full you were feeling in that particular moment.

The nurse smiled at you, standing at one side of your bed before asking "Do you know how you will name him?"

Jungkook looked down at you, receiving a proud smile before you took a breath and answered: "Our little blessing, Ujin".

#dirty talk #armpirate #request #fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #mafia!au #The Only One #reader insert

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wrathofrats · 6 months ago

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Mushy May Day 2- reminiscing (I changed it oops)

I’m just rewriting thunderstorms because I loved it a lot and wanted to rewrite something a year later, just because I think I can expand upon it (:

Thanks to @forlorn-crows for putting this month together!

1.5k of mountain and dew listening to a thunderstorm.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, mountain attempts to have a serious talk with dew, vague description of a small panic attack,

“Dew, can I ask you a question”

“Yeah of course, what’s up” dew mumbled, head forward to the sky. Mountain lifted himself from his shoulder and sighed.

“Why do you act the way you do”

Dew opened his eyes slowly, just in time to see the room be lit up with lightning, closely followed by a clap of thunder that echoed through the house. He rolled over and attempted to snuggle into a body that was no longer there. A mass of pillows and sheets made up the form of the earth ghoul he had fallen asleep with, as if he didnt want to wake dew in his absence.

“Mountain?” Dew whispered in a groggy tone. It wasn’t like mountain to leave in the middle of the night when they slept together. Often he was the one to hold dew close and mumble protests when they finally had to get up, but dew couldn't remember the last time he had left him first. He attempted to pull the pillows closer to him, the smell of mountain mixed with some kind of fresh scented cheap detergent invaded his senses. All too artificial and cold, a poor excuse for another body.

The house is always eerily still at this hour. The only source of sound being the rolling clouds in the distance and the creak of old wood under dews feet. He could sneak into someone else’s room, wedge himself between aether and Swiss, or curl behind cirrus. But the curiosity of where mountain had gone at such an hour peaked dews interest too much, and the particular ache in his hips was something only quelled by his earth ghoul.

Another large lightning strike lit up the living room, and a figure sitting outside on the patio.

“Mountain?” Dew whispered again, opening the back door.

Mountain turned to greet dew with a small smile. “Hi droplet, storm wake you up?”

“Yeah I guess. You too?” Dew closed the door and walked over to stand next to him, pulling one of the chairs that didn’t seem soaked in rain over to the convenient dry spot that mountain had found on the porch.

“Just couldn’t sleep”

“ ….. we could go for round two if you want something to tir-“

“Just listen to the storm with me,” mountain interrupted. “Usually helps me sleep”

The strong wind and splashes of rain made dew pull his jacket closer to himself, shivering as he sat down. Mountain threw an arm over his shoulder, pulling the smaller ghoul close as another boom of thunder hit. Warmth radiated off of dew as he attempted to regulate his own temperature, putting off waves of heat to keep the both of them comfortable. Mountain breathed deeply, inhaling the earthy smell of thunderstorm, with hints of dewdrop, a comfort of spice and smoke. They sat like that for a minute, basking in each other's company before dew broke the silence.

“So do you just, watch?” He asked

“Yeah” mountain hummed, shoving his face into dews neck and taking a deep breath.

“What are you watching? There’s nothing happening”

Mountain smiled at him “there’s plenty happening, but sometimes it’s nice to sit and just appreciate nature even when there’s nothing going on”

“Sounds like you’re just a nerd” mountain rolled his eyes and sighed.

“You’re more than welcome to go back inside if you’re bored”

“But I wanted you to come with me” dew leaned his head onto mountains where it was still rested on his shoulder. He drew his legs up to avoid the splashes of rain on the concrete. “Besides, it’s wet out here. Wouldn’t it be better to watch from inside if you’re so insistent?”

“But that’s not the point of sitting out here”

“Then what is the point?” Dew grumbled, pouting with his arms against his chest.

Mountain breathed deep for a minute. As much as he loved dew, sometimes he wanted to spend his time peacefully. He wanted to take an opportunity to appreciate the simplicity of the storm, to breathe in the petrichor as if he would never experience it again. There’s always been something grounding about watching a storm pass, about the morality that Mother Nature reminded everyone of.

Dew reminded him of a dark cloud sometimes. Heavy and rain filled, simply looking for a release even if it ended up being destructive to those around him. Mountain lost his patience with him earlier, evident by the bruising around his wrist and the way dew couldn’t quite sit still. They sat for a couple more minutes without speaking. Purely focused on the wind and rain. More thunder rumbled in the distance. They watched as the silvery clouds flashed above the tree line.

“Dew, can I ask you a question”

“Yeah of course, what’s up” dew mumbled, head forward to the sky. Mountain lifted himself from his shoulder and sighed.

“Why do you act the way you do”

Dew was stunned. He didn’t know how to answer that question. Mountain didn’t look at him when he asked, gaze turned towards his lap as if he too didn’t know what answer he wanted, or even why he had asked the question in the first place.

“I dont- what do you mean?” He asked, looking up at the bigger ghoul. Mountain leaned his head back, staring directly into the sky.

“You’re just constantly provoking. You seem to do things specifically to get on people’s nerves, specifically to get a reaction.”

“Then don’t react. I’m just joking and you know that mo” dew rolled his eyes. He sounded teasing, like he was still trying to get the rise of annoyance out of mountain. An instinct in him to continue to push until he can’t anymore.

“See? I don’t really understand you sometimes. You seem to just always want to be bad”

“Fuck you” tears welled up in dews eyes before he could stop them or turn away. He quickly stood up and stumbled backwards as if the chair was suddenly burning his skin.

“Droplet that’s not-“

“I dont” he furiously wiped his face, embarrassed to have mountain see him cry over something that seems so trivial. Part of him has to admit that mountain is somewhat right. He can’t help it, can’t help the part of him that wants to see the reaction to his antics, the part of him that feels sickly satisfied with the grumble of annoyance or backlash when he’s successful.

Dew knew he was probably overreacting, but the sentence stung, “you just always want to be bad” he doesnt. He doesn’t know why he acts the way he does.

“I know you don’t” mountain attempted to move towards him, but dew continued to back up, putting as much space as possible between them like a frightened animal. His eyes were squeezed shut, the sight of pity on mountains face unbearable. If mountain thought he wanted to act out to be a nuisance he didn't want his pity as well. He shouldn’t feel bad for him in this context. Especially since he probably deserves it.

“You just fucking said I do. You just said I do you asshole” the tears were falling faster than he could wipe his face. He wanted to rush inside, lock himself in his room and attempt to forget the conversation that was happening. He doesn’t want to be an annoyance, to make people angry, to be bad.

“That’s not what I meant” Mountain took another step towards dew. His movements were slow, cautious, not to overwhelm the fire ghoul. He hated seeing him like this, as anyone would.

“Stop”

“You constantly act like you want to be punished. You act like you need someone to beat it out of you. You’re only good after you let someone treat you like some kind of stress relief.”

“Mountain stop, please” dew hiccuped. He put his arm in front of his face like he was trying to block out mountains words. Every fiber in him praying mountain will drop him like a sufficiently wounded animal and stop toying with him.

“You don’t deserve to be hurt Dew”

Dew froze. He dropped his sleeve from his face and stared at mountain. Thunder continued to crackled in the distance, but all he could hear was his own heartbeat and blood rushing through his eardrums. His chest felt like it was constricting hearing those words said to him. He wanted to respond, call him stupid and go to bed. But he couldn’t. It felt like there was a golf ball in his throat, preventing him from speaking. He continued to stare at mountain. Neither of them made any attempt to move.

“You deserve positive attention droplet” mountain whispered, as if the words being spoken would break dew into tiny pieces in front of him. “You deserve to be able to ask for the love you need”

He made a slow advancement towards him, giving him to to move in case he still didn’t want to be touched at the moment. But dew continued to stand there, tears still streaming down his cheeks. Mountain put his arms around the smaller ghoul and held him tightly. Dew finally broke and sobbed into mountains shoulder. Holding onto his shirt for dear life.

“I’m sorry” he managed to get out “ I don’t mean to -“

“You don’t need to be sorry” mountain cut him off. He slowly pet his hair while dew continued to bury his head into his chest. “I love you so much”

A cold breeze laced with the spray of rain washed over them. Dews skinned burned as he cried into mountains chest while little rivets of steam radiated off of him. Mountain could only feel the pleasant warmth through his layers of clothing, he wished that he could hold dew like this forever.

They stayed like that for as long as dew needed it. Holding each other while the storm continued on in the background.

#credit to @ghuleh-recs for divider!#just be wary #it’s angst folks #but it’s fine it gets better #hurt/comfort #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #mushy may #mushy may 2024

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shadowpeachceo · 10 months ago

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Shadowpeach incorrect quotes

Sun Wukong: *Holding up a pack of pencils* These are kinda cute.

Macaque : Sun Wukong, that’s gay.

Sun Wukong: We’ve been dating for 2 years—

Sun Wukong : Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

Macaque: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shot me because I’ve obviously not the real me.

Macaque : As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Sun Wukong: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

Brotherhood era Macaque : We should get you to a healer for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Brotherhood era Sun Wukong: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

Sun Wukong: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Macaque : But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Sun Wukong: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Macaque : Is it working?

Sun Wukong: Go fuck yourself.

Macaque, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

Sun Wukong: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.

Macaque : This is a lie.

Macaque : I'm literally dating them. This is a lie.

Macaque : THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

Macaque : Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

Sun Wukong: AS ENEMIES again?!

Macaque :

Sun Wukong: What are you in the mood for?

Macaque : World domination.

Sun Wukong: That's a bit ambitious.

Macaque : You are my world.

Sun Wukong: Aww...

Macaque :

Sun Wukong:

Macaque :

Sun Wukong: OH.

Brotherhood era Sun Wukong: I feel like doing something stupid.

Brotherhood era Macaque : I’m stupid, do me.

Peng in the background: *wheeze*

Sun Wukong: Listen, we’re done, we’re over! Okay?

Macaque : Whatever bitch, you ain’t never gonna find no one like me.

Sun Wukong: Yeah, that's the point shithead!

Macaque : This date is boring!

Sun Wukong: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

Macaque : Then why did you invite me?

Mk, who's only homophobic when it comes to Shadowpeach: he didnt, he specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Sun Wukong I'll do whatever I want!"

Macaque, to Sun Wukong : We had a date!

Sun Wukong: *aggressively points to Bai he and the Hello Kitty Coloring Book*

Sun Wukong: Did it hurt when you fell-

Macaque : From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Sun Wukong: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Macaque : ...

Sun Wukong: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Macaque to Mk : Sun Wukong is playing hard to get.

Macaque : Little do he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Sun Wukong: I have feelings for Macaque.

MK : Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

Sun Wukong: Look, last night was a mistake.

Macaque : A sexy mistake.

Sun Wukong: No, just a regular mistake.

Macaque : There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Sun Wukong: Nope, there's 26.

Macaque : Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Sun Wukong: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Macaque : You'll get the D later ;).

MK in the distance : Ugh!!!!

Brotherhood era Sun Wukong: Macaque and I are no longer dating.

Brotherhood era Macaque : peaches, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re Mated.

Sun Wukong: Fight me!

Macaque : *gets on one knee and pulls out a ring*

Macaque : Fight me for the rest of our lives.

Sun Wukong: Macaque , you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Macaque , naked in Sun Wukong's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Sun Wukong, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

Sun Wukong: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Macaque : Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Sun Wukong: ...

Sun Wukong: You mean ring bearER, right?

Macaque : ...

Sun Wukong: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Sun Wukong: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

Macaque : I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

Sun Wukong: I said within reason, Macaque . How about I murder that guy?

Macaque : So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?

Sun Wukong: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

Brotherhood era Macaque, trying to flirt: So, you come around here often?

Brotherhood era Sun Wukong, confused: I mean, this is my mountain, so yeah.

Macaque : Sun Wukong, you love me, right?

Sun Wukong: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

Possessed Wukong: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out!

Macaque : In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way?

Possessed Wukong: I don't know, surprise me!

Macaque : You look good in that hoodie.

Sun Wukong: You know where else I'd look good?

Macaque , zero hesitation: My bed.

Sun Wukong, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Sun Wukong: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Macaque : Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

Sun Wukong: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid.

Macaque : You always act stupid.

Macaque :

Macaque : Wait...

Sun Wukong: Wow, Macaque , you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Macaque : We literally slept together yesterday.

Sun Wukong: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Brotherhood era Macaque : We should be partners.

Brotherhood era Sun Wukong: You mean like, partners in crime?

Brotherhood era Macaque : Yeah... that’s precisely what I meant.

Sun Wukong: Bro-

Macaque : No, no, hold up, rewind.

Macaque : My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

Macaque : Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Sun Wukong: Okay.

Macaque who, has never seen sharkboy and lavagirl : And make out during the scary parts.

Sun Wukong: Th-

Sun Wukong: The scary parts.

Sun Wukong: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Mei : Do you want to explain the text you sent Monkey King last night?

Macaque : It was autocorrect.

Mk: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me." To Monkey King?

Macaque : Yes.

Sun Wukong: Okay, but if your not gay then why are you always holding my hand and kissing me and telling me I’m your boyfriend?

Macaque : Dude- Its satire!

Sun Wukong: THAT'S NOT WHAT SATIRE MEANS!

Macaque walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Sun Wukong, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Sun Wukong, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

#lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #shadowpeach #incorrect quotes #lmk incorrect quotes

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asteroidzzzn · 1 year ago

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more than just a dream - spark, 004

pairing: college!ellie x reader

synopsis: you transfer to a new school where you only know one person; your childhood best friend. he invited you to a beginning of the year party to meet some new people, but one person, in particular, catches your eye... his other best friend.

a/n: dina bonding time!

genre: social media au, fluff

series masterlist -- previous chapter -- next chapter

bria 🧚

hey!

dina 💋

hi whats up? :)

bria 🧚

im bored and everyone else went out but i dont feel like drinking rn..

can i come over?

i know the two of us arent super close but this could be our chance to bond outside the group 🤞🤞

dina 💋

omg ofc!! i was feeling the same i just wanted to chill and stay in today 😭 but ya come over whenever

bria 🧚 ❤️ a message

we can watch mission impossible if ur into that!

only if u bring snacks...

bria 🧚

U HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IVE BEEN WANTING TO SEE THATTTT OK im omw now ill put the best i have in a bag 🙏 cya!!

dina 💋 ❤️ a message

bria 🧚

hey dina, sorry i had to leave right away

i have to study for the first unit test later today

wish i didn't, this is so boring

how are u?

dina 💋

im fine

good

im good im great actually

but i really think we should talk about it

what happened last night

bria 🧚

later, ok?

sorry

i need to go right now stepping into class

dina 💋

oh ok, bye :)

dina woodward

hi y/n im literally going insane r u free to talk

y/n

omfg 😭 whats going on

dina woodward

you'll never believe what happened last night

y/n

ughhh i wish i was there! sorry i wanted to stay in to get some sleep, i have a test next period

dina woodward

oh no worries i actually stayed in too so this isnt ab the outing

do u know who bria volentas is?

y/n

yeah i do!

shes really nice ill sit next to her in history in a few minutes actually

dina woodward

oh 😭😭😭 i wanted to talk to u ab this bc i thought u were the only one in the group that didnt really know her

can u keep a secret? just need to get this off my chest

y/n

u can trust me :)

dina woodward

sooo... ive had a crush on her since the dawn of time

y/n !! a message

and we hung out last night alone!!

y/n

!!AWEEE yall will be so cute together i can see it now

dina woodward ❤️ a message

also im so glad u said that bc i wasnt ab to be the one to com eout first 😭😭

dina woodward !! a message

dina woodward

YOUW AHT?!?!?!?!?!?

i didnt wanna assume but i secretly knew.........

y/n haha a message

y/n

🤝🤝🤝

OKOK GET ON W UR STORY

dina woodward

we were watching mission impossible bc ellie ditched me (i wont forget) and she goes 'im cold' so bc shes the actual loml i let her under my blanket

y/n

awwww

dina woodward

then our feet kinda touched then our hands kinda touched and we were getting rlly close... then we fucked

y/n

AHH????

that went from 0 to 100 sO FAST

dina woodward

I KNOW LIKE IMS TILL SO IN SHOCK RN

y/n

SO YGS ARENT TOGETHER YET THO?? HAVE U TALKED AB IT ALL??? FYB? ONE TIME THING?

dina woodward

IDKK I HAVE NO IDEA

this is the average wlw experience i say while dry heaving and crawling onto the roof and howling

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y/n

LMFAOOO it literally is tho we have it so difficult

dina woodward

HELPPP ME AND BRIA ARE IN CHAT RN BUT WE'RE NOT SAYING ANYTHING

SPEAK UP WOMANNN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

i said i wanted to talk ab last night and she was so avoidant so she BETTER say something rn

y/n

yall rn

lurking in chat.....

dina woodward

😭😭😭

i need to be distracted rn

eye starts twitching

tell me smth thats going on w u

y/n

ok u trusted me w ur crush so i can trust u w mine right..

dina woodward

ofc ofc

y/n

so u know her actually like really well from what i know

BLEEEH I HATE TELLING PPL I LIKE THEIR FRIENDS

is ellie williams gay..

dina woodward

take a look at her what do u think

yes she is gay! AND U LEIWFAGJEDFANJ YOU LIKE HER??

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y/n

angels harmonize and descend from heaven

BLESSS 🙏🙏

yes i like her... i think. its been hard to like anyone since my last relationship but im feeling rlly hopeful about us

im heavily delusional tho she was prob just being friendly when we hung out

dina woodward

she recently broke up w her ex too, and shes been kinda staying away from relationships :(

ur amazing tho youd be so good for her

if she acts like a bitch to u ONCE run

y/n

damn jesse warned me ab her too 😭 what happened with her and her ex? if u know or if ur ok with telling me

i know its not really my business

i just wanna know what lines i cant cross

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dina woodward

yeah i totally get it

i actually dont know all the details

i think she only told jesse bc theyre way closer than me and her

if u want to know everything, id ask him or get it from ellie herself

just get closer with her and she'll tell u everything, and u can decide what to do from there

y/n

ok , thats a good idea

ill just use my amazing charm and incredible beauty to captivate her in chemistry

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dina woodward

HEHEHEHE

speaking of,, she sucks at chemistry. u could get closer to her by tutoring her if youd be up for that?? shed appreciate it sooo much

y/n

#1 wingman award is presented toooooo dina woodward!

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ill def talk to her ab that ill be like heyyy u need help 💋

shit gtg now, test time!

dina woodward

good luck!! with the test and ellie🙏

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a/n: a lot longer than the last chapter!! but i had a lot to say in this one :D love in the future for my girl dina!!! love to see it

hope u enjoyed as always (✿◠‿◠)

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