#mr ‘i’m not attached i could leave whenever i want to’

[fustilarian1031]

they’re family your honor

i just like the concept of minato unofficially adopting kakashi after sakumo and just ignoring all of his protests and lashing out bc he’s just a sad lonely kid. kushina has the amazing ability to ignore all of kakashi’s grumpy kakashi-ness and just immediately gets him to open up to her somehow

minato and kushina are the only two kakashi lets see his face. rin and obito are aware of this and are so bitter

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I fucking own you | RAFE CAMERON

You’ve been working for the Cameron’s for a few months, and a while ago you made the biggest mistake of your life- you slept with Rafe Cameron. And now, it was about to happen again. You were in too deep, and you fucking loved it.

cw: smut, rough sex, bondage, rafe is feral, dirty talk, degradation

“I asked for a drink half an hour ago. Where is it.”

He came closer and closer to you, his eyes dark and filled with pure annoyance. It wasn’t that you went out of your way to disobey Rafe’s orders, but when you had as much on your plate as you did- it became easier and easier to slip up. People have this idea in their head that being a housemaid is a simple job- but when you work for the Cameron family, it’s nowhere near simple.

“Raf- Mr Cameron. You know that my job is not to run around fetching you food and drink whenever you feel about it. I’m here to look after the house, not you.”

He scoffed.

“Talk to me like that again, pogue, and I’ll get you fired.”

Rafe had been threatening to get his father to fire you ever since you made the biggest slip up of your entire life. You prided yourself on being a smart person who always made good choices- but then one night you ended up tangled in the sheets of Rafe Cameron’s bed- and that does not happen to people who make good choices.

After that night you vowed to avoid him as much as you possibly could. You couldn’t afford to get him so angry that he’d rat you out to his dad and loose this job.

But your biggest problem was that no matter how hard you tried to stand up for yourself, you’d always cave in front of him. You’d always end up getting him that drink even though it wasn’t your job, you’d fetch his dry cleaning before your shift simply because he asked you. And worst of all, you let him fuck you.

But it would never happen again.

“I’m sorry, Mr Cameron.” You apologised, nodding your head.

“Good.” He said, before lowering his voice, “Now go and be the nice, obedient girl that I remember, and get me a Scotch.”

You swallowed, nodding.

With shaky hands, you make your way to the bar cart in the corner, placing some ice in the glass and pouring the shot. You might not have had eyes on the back of your head, but you could feel his eyes on you- his gaze was burning into the back of your head.

He treated you like shit, it’s not as if you were unaware of it. Sometimes you got worried about the fact that occasionally it made you want him more.

You turn around, and try to give him the glass. He noticed your shaking hands and smirked. This man has evil written all over him.

“I change my mind, sweetheart.” He said, his tone rude and condescending, “I want my drink in my bedroom.”

“Can’t you just take it up, I-”

He scoffed, “You’re what? You’re telling me to do your job because you’re worried about being next to my bed again? Are you really that weak, pogue?”

Your heart was beating uncontrollably.

“Of course not.” You reply, “I’ll take it up to your room right away.”

“That’s a good girl.”

You leave the room and follow the, what feels like endless, stairs up to Rafe’s room. His section of the house was bigger than your entire apartment on the other side of the island. When he says ‘room’ he really means entire suite. The living area opened up into a huge bedroom with an en-suite, and he even had a small kitchenette to the far left with different cooking appliances. The microwave itself was probably worth more than your entire wardrobe.

You placed the glass on the small table next to the couch, when you heard the door open, close and then lock.

You turn around, rapidly, to be faced with Rafe’s face already only inches away from yours.

“Don’t look so worried, sweetheart.” He said, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling your body against his, “You know I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Rafe, we can’t do this again. I need this job, you know that.”

Instead of a reply, he lent down and attached his lips to your neck, making a b-line for the sweet spot that he must’ve remembered from last time.

You used all of the strength in you to stop yourself from letting out a moan, but then he pressed his crotch against your stomach, and the moan slipped out.

“I knew you wanted me.” Rafe said, pulling away and holding your face with his hands, “I could see it in your eyes, they just scream out how desperate you are for my cock.”

Rafe’s hands reach for the buttons of your blouse, looking at your face, waiting for a signal that it’s okay for him to continue. He wasn’t a good guy, but he had enough good in him to make sure you were okay with this.

You gave him a quick nod, and he made quick work of taking off your blouse, throwing it on the floor.

“The shit my dad makes the help wear is fuckin’ ugly.” Rafe said, “I much prefer when you look like this.”

His hands raked over your body, and over your bra.

“How would you cope if I worked naked every day?” You joked.

“I wouldn’t.”

Before you knew it, your bra joined your shirt on the floor, your tits spilling free.

“Pants off. Lie on the couch.” Rafe demanded, taking a step back, waiting to watch you undress. “I have plans for you before you get my dick. So, be a good girl and do as I say.”

You bite the side of your cheek, unbuttoning your pants and kicking them off.

“Panties too.” Rafe said, “I want to see all of you.”

Once again, you done as he said, peeling your underwear from your body, leaving you completely naked lying on his couch.

It was intimidating lying like this with him watching you while he stood fully clothed. But then again, every time Rafe looked at you there would be some sort of intimidation involved.

“Now,” He said, slowly unbuttoning his white shirt, “I’m gonna tell you how this is gonna go, and you’re gonna listen.”

He took his shirt off and lifted the glass of Scotch.

“You’re gonna lay there nice and still and well behaved, understand? And while you do that, I’m gonna have some fun.” He says, moving his arm so that his glass of liquor was hovering above you, before tilting it and letting the liquid drip over your stomach.

It was ice cold, yet the feeling made your head fall back. The anticipation was killing you, and he knew it. Rafe was taking his sweet time simply just to torture you.

You watched Rafe sink to his knees, dropping the glass on the floor, ice spilling everywhere.

“You’re gonna forget who the fuck you are when I’m done with you.”

His mouth attached itself your breasts, his tongue licking up the alcohol that had dripped onto them, before slowly making his way down your stomach, licking and sucking at every trace of liquor he could find.

Most of the liquid had pooled around your belly button, and as he got closer to that area, he gripped your thigh to steady his body, making sure to purposely brush his fingers over the aching heat between your legs, enjoying the soft moan you let out.

You couldn’t help but groan as he sucked harder at your skin, his tongue all over your stomach. You wanted that tongue sucking at your tits, in your mouth, between your legs. You wanted him everywhere.

“You’re desperate for me. I can tell.” Rafe said, using the grip he had on your thigh to spin you around, so that you were sitting facing him on the couch.

Arousal was dripping down your legs as his hand crept further and further up your thigh.

“I was gonna take my time with you today, sweetheart. But I think you want my cock right now, am I right?”

You nod, desperately.

“Words.” He demands.

“Yes.” You plead.

He shakes his head, “I know you remember the rules. Yes, what?”

You swallow.

“Yes, Sir.”

Even in the bedroom, Rafe had to remind you that you would always be beneath him. His superiority complex would never die, yet your sheer desperation could look past that.

The power dynamic was unhealthy, it’s not as if you were unaware. Technically you were still on shift working at his house right now. But you allowed yourself to look past it simply because of how badly you wanted him.

How badly you needed him.

Next, he told you to go and lie on his bed- and he followed you into the bedroom area but instead of joining you on the sheets he opened the door to his closet, rifling through until he pulled out a long black tie.

“I think you need a reminder today of who is in charge.” He says, coming closer to the bed.

“You.” You whisper, “You are in charge.”

“You’re right,” He said, “But I need to be really sure that you underhand that. So give me your wrists.”

He takes your hands and wraps his tie tightly around them, before guiding your arms to the headboard of the bed, where he looped the tie around and secured your wrists to the bed.

“Tell me if it’s too tight.” He said, a slither of genuine humanity showing through his words.

“It’s fine.” You reply.

It was somewhat exciting, to be here tied up for Rafe. He could do whatever he wanted and there wasn’t much you could do about it. But at the same time, it was nerve wracking.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, so you have to try to be a little less tense, alright?” Rafe said. His words were genuine, but it didn’t come off as such.

He unbuckled his pants, pulling them off and pushing them aside, leaving you staring at him in his briefs.

“Where do I start.” Rafe says, placing a hand on each of your thighs, spreading your legs apart.

“Look how fucking wet you are.” He said, running a single finger over your folds, “I didn’t realise what a desperate whore you were.”

Rafe’s patience thins- his solid erection paired with your dripping wet cunt is driving him crazy and he can’t wait any longer. He quickly flips you over onto your stomach and pushes your ass into the air, keeping your legs spread so he can access.

“Are you still on the pill?” He asks while he massages his cock. He needs to be inside of you. Right now.

You nod. “Yeah.”

With the anticipation, that one single word is all you can croak out of your mouth.

With no warning, you find Rafe’s cock pushing into you with a speed you can’t quite comprehend.

“Your tight little cunt.” Rafe moans, splitting you open, “I bet no one’s fucked you since the last time you had my dick, huh? You keep this pussy just for me?”

You moan, your face pushed into the sheets as you take the full length of Rafe’s dick.

“Agh!” You cry, “You, Rafe, just you.”

He’s thrusting into you with no thoughts in his mind. You knew Rafe fucked rough, but this was a new level of feral you hadn’t seen before- and you were kind of loving. You tugged on the tie restraining your wrists while you cried his name.

“I own you.” Rafe says, “I fucking own you, you understand?”

You moan loudly, his dick still pounding into you.

“I said do you fucking understand?”

“Agh! Fuck!” You cry, “I’m yours, Rafe. You own me, you own me.”

You were so close to your orgasm, clenching on his cock while he thrusted deep inside you.

“I’m close.” You tell him, pushing your head into the mattress.

“Don’t fucking cum until I say so.” Rafe said.

He sped up, reaching for his own release.

“Cum with me.” He growls, his speed reducing as he cums inside of you.

You cry out, your long awaited orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave as you coat Rafe’s cock with your cum.

You might regret this tomorrow, but right now you didn’t have a care in the world.

[snakes-writing-corner]

Mr. Puzzles Fluff Alphabet

Requested by… Me!

Coming out of hibernation ‘cause there is not enough Mr. Puzzles x Reader content out there so I am contributing to the pile because the hyperfixation I have on this man has me in a fucking death-grip.

It is 2 in the morning when I’m posting this so yippie brain-rot!!!

Anyways alphabet under the cut :D

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very. I mean you are kind of the only person who’s ever bothered to get close to him!

He was extremely clingy when the two of you were just friends, but now that you’re his partner? That’s increased tenfold.

He’s very unpredictable so he’s pretty much a wildcard when it comes to ways he’ll show affection.

Sometimes he’ll gently pull you along by grabbing your wrist, sometimes he’ll nuzzle into your hair or neck, maybe he’ll cup your face like you’re a glass sculpture that might shatter, and sometimes he’ll just pick you up and twirl you around. Honestly? This lovable director will show you any kind of physical affection under the sun.

I do think he particularly would like to hold your hand though. He likes the warmth of your hand in his, and how it’s so small compared to his. It’s like your hand was just made for him to hold!

Overall, any physical affection is fine by him as long as he gets to touch or hold you!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

I fear having this man as a best friend because that means chaos.

Yes being in a romantic relationship with him would be chaos, but a friendship I feel would be more chaotic somehow???

Will break your door down to get an opinion on a new show he’s been working on, and will absolutely pester you until you comply.

Would probably get you to star in said show and then poke fun at you the entire time. Lovingly of course mind you!

Lots of talk sessions where the two of you just talk shit about other people because this man lives for drama, like wants the tea on everyone.

Would break into your house at 2 in the morning to steal food like a fucking rat (I say this in a loving way).

Anyways being besties with him means say goodbye to your doors because he’s kicking them all down to get your attention.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddling is definitely a must!!! Like he would love to cuddle!!!

This man has no preference to cuddling he just wants to hold you close to him! Definitely big spoon no questions asked, but he also loves having you lay on his chest.

I think his favorite way to cuddle though would be on his side with you snuggled into his chest. You would probably look very small compared to him like his body would basically envelop yours, but hey he’d be very warm at least! Mr. Puzzles would probably just lazily comb through your hair with the goofiest smile on his face, whispering little words of affirmation under his breath as he did so.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they around the house?)

Oh definitely! But, after he becomes all rich and famous! He wants the best life for you after all!

Definitely a housewife though when he’s not busy working on his shows, like this man is a workaholic. I genuinely think he enjoys cleaning and repetitive tasks in general, helps him think.

When working on his shows or stressed? Yeah no the living space can easily become a train-wreck as he gets increasingly more frustrated over whatever he’s working on.

You could probably leave the studio on any given day, and either come back to it spotless or a wreck. There’s like a 50/50 shot whenever you leave.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Nuh-uh, not happening, you are literally stuck with him now, and he is NEVER LETTING YOU GO. :)

Yeah that’s definitely not concerning! Good luck my guy because Mr. Puzzles has some attachment issues, and will not leave you no matter what you do!

But hey! You probably won’t get to leave him either! At least he won’t let you without a fight! (Get this man some therapy or something)

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Very big on commitment honestly part of him wants all of your attention to himself, but he loves you enough to not go that far.

I think he’d be kinda iffy on marriage. On one hand he could throw this big event for the two of you, letting everyone know you’re his.

On the other, he’s fine not getting married at all! As far as he’s concerned as long as you’re completely committed to him romantically there’s not really a reason to get married?

Honestly whether he gets married to you or not would depend on your preference.

Would probably still get you an engagement ring of some kind no matter what your answer is, just so others’ know you’re committed to someone.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Oh my god this man? Gentle as a feather physically. Emotionally? He tries to be as gentle as he can, but that temper gets the better of him sometimes.

He holds you like you are glass about to shatter, like he’s holding the most precious thing in the world.

Cups your face in his gloved hand and just admires you like the most beautiful art piece ever created. Might even lightly bump his screen against your head wondering how he got so lucky.

Most of the time he’s a bit aloof regarding your emotions he likes to tease you after all!

But in serious moments his tone will get noticeably softer as he listens, and tries to help you with whatever you are dealing with in anyway he can.

Now granted, Puzzles gets frustrated easily, and might lash out at you occasionally or straight up manipulate you, but he tries to make up for it.

Just be patient with him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?)

Yes.

Hugs are a constant thing with this man he loves to hug and hold you. Though he will probably pick you up to hold you.

Most of the time he’ll come up from behind, pick you up, spin you around a bit, saying something like “There’s my little angel!”, and then hug you!

Definitely puts his screen to your head and makes a loud “mwah!” sound.

He’s a dork when it comes to hugging he wants to make you smile, that and he just likes having you close to him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

After you get together?

All. The. Time.

Not in a bad way of course he wants you to know he absolutely adores you! Words of affirmation are part of his love language after all!

Says stuff like “I love you my precious starlight.” or “Gosh you’re just so cute! I truly do love you when you give me that look my dear!”

He is serious every time he says it though, but will not hesitate to fluster you with that phrase.

Can imagine him saying “I love you.” in a low husky voice to make you weak in the knees.

He likes to see you get all red in the face and become a stuttering mess. He’s a tease like that. :)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Puzzles has attachment issues this man gets extremely jealous very quickly.

If he thinks anyone is getting even a little touchy with you? He’s walking over, putting his arms around you, and talking to the offender with fake enthusiasm and venom in his voice.

The person doesn’t get the hint? Lightly veiled threats start coming out.

Would resort to violence as a last resort.

If it’s a more light version of jealousy he’ll probably dramatically pout in the corner with his arms crossed until you come over and give him attention.

He’s very dramatic with jealously like a dog not getting attention when it wants it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Uhhhh I mean he has a TV for a head he can’t exactly kiss you per se.

But Puzzles tries to make it work! Most commonly he’ll gently tap his screen to your head or hands with a little electric shock to give the illusion of an actual kiss.

Is not much for you kissing his screen though since he’ll have to clean it afterwards…

But you want to get this man to melt into you? He loves being kissed on the neck, or on the bottom of his TV, might as well send sparks through his entire body. Would definitely love neck bites as well.

Honestly would not care where you kiss him he’s just happy getting your affection.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I think he’d be pretty good around children at least outwardly.

Probably would be trying to entertain them with cartoons or little puppet shows.

Do not think he’d actively put himself in a situation to be around children though. I don’t think he likes them very much.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Puzzles would get up without waking you, get dressed, get some coffee, and then would make the two of you breakfast.

You typically tend to wake up before he’s finished, but if you aren’t then he’ll gladly give you breakfast in bed!

Would make fun of you for being a sleepyhead though.

Mornings with Puzzles would start off quiet, but get progressively louder as you both wake up a bit.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

I feel like nights go one of two ways.

Either A. Chaotic as hell or B. Actually nice

A chaotic as hell night includes Mr. Puzzles having some sort of mental break which results in him overworking himself and refusing to go to sleep and/or him frantically at a board with a bunch of papers on it trying to come up with ideas.

While this rarely happens it can if his shows aren’t doing as well as he would like or if you’re gone for long periods of time. The best thing to do here is gently talk to him and get him away from his area of work to help him calm down. A nice cup of hot tea or hot cocoa would help as well!

A nice night is more common though since Puzzles does think sleep is important. Probably ends with the two of you winding down by either cuddling in bed or watching TV (an actual TV though not his head he likes being able to hold you) while you two have blankets and/or hot tea to sip on.

Alternatively you two will cuddle in bed and just talk about whatever comes to mind until you two fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s pretty open about his past but not so much about what he doesn’t want you to see.

He shares stories from when he was a kid a lot, mainly about his mom, (I get a huge mama’s boy vibe from him) or his struggles making friends and connections until you showed up.

Also talks about his frustrations about getting into directing shows and how no corporate big shot would give him a chance so that’s how he made his own company! Also loves talking about ideas for new shows or really anything that comes to mind this man has no filter and just says what pops in his head.

He does not talk about things he doesn’t want you to know. Mainly that he smokes but he’s also definitely done some fucked up stuff in the past to get where he is today so he keeps that under wraps.

Wouldn’t want his darling angel to worry about those little hiccups~

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

We are literally talking about the person who sang about how ‘patience is a virtue uttered by fools’ this man has close to none.

He gets very frustrated and angry when things don’t go how he planned them to. He also can get frustrated if you don’t tell him things.

While he never tries to direct his anger at you he tends to lash out when frustrated and says things he doesn’t mean. However, he would probably apologize in the end if he really hurt you with his words.

Would never think of getting physically violent with you though he would much rather cut off his own head again than do that.

It would be very odd hot to see the man who holds you so gently be able to so easily make a sizable dent in a metal object.

Definitely has punched many holes in the walls and covered it up with something.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

My guy.

My buddy.

This man will remember every little thing you have told him about anything you like. He has a little notebook dedicated to writing little details about you so he doesn’t forget.

Knows just about everything you’ve either off-handedly mentioned about yourself or straight up told him.

Has various things written down like your favorite color, food, drink, cartoon, etc. Like literally anything you can think of that you could say about yourself he probably has written down.

Also has a page just describing how much he loves your looks down to the littlest detail but that’s not as important.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you two officially became partners.

He was so anxious to ask on the inside but kept the outwardly performance up as he was desperately trying to figure out how to go about it.

He broke one night and frantically made a board full of ideas for what he could do, but none of them were good enough! You deserved so much more than-than this!

You just so happened to walk into this scenario but Mr. Puzzles didn’t notice you as he was too focused on his board. You heard him muttering to himself about how “this had to be perfect” and “no, no that wouldn’t-”.

You eventually got concerned and walked up to him, accidentally scaring the living daylights out of him by the way, and as he tried to stutter something out you realized just what the board was about.

You then looked at him as he was still trying to come up with an excuse and just looked at him with wide eyes as you just blurted “And here I was scrambling to figure out a way to ask you out myself.”.

Puzzles just stared at you wide eyes and shouted “Wait really!?”

Anyways that night ended with you two just watching a movie on the couch and you’ve been together ever since.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Oh very protective.

Like you get scary tall guard dog partner privileges.

Most of the time if you’re with Puzzles no one would really dare to try anything because of how tall your TV man is, but on the off chance some asshole wants to try his luck?

Well Puzzles most definitely has a kill count.

In actuality he’d probably make threats towards the person, never getting outwardly aggressive as he doesn’t like to be the one fighting, but if the aggressor tries to touch you?

All bets are fucking off.

Despite what his personality may suggest to you if it comes down to it this man can pack a punch if need be. He is deceptively strong for how he looks and could easily beat a man to death if he wanted to.

While the fight would not end with the aggressor’s death as Puzzles does not want to kill someone in front of you, there is a good chance that person might end up mysteriously dead with no evidence tracing the murder back to him later down the line.

This man is slightly unhinged when it comes to keeping you safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

This is Mr. Puzzles we’re talking about he’s going all out!

Would definitely have a fancy dinner or something equally extravagant. I can see him liking to slow dance with you in a ballroom if given the chance.

If you prefer more casual dates then hey he’s up for that too! He’s paying though no ifs, ands, or buts about it! He loves movie dates and stargazing as date ideas.

Anniversaries are an all out occasion he’s standing his ground on that one because it’s special date and he wants the entire day to be special to the both of you.

Tries to get you gifts he knows you’ll like instead of fancy things though.

Okay maybe one or two pretty rings and such but mainly things you’d actually enjoy or give that big smile at receiving. I think gift giving is one of his love languages after all so expect to have lots of little trinkets.

He tries his best to make you smile everyday so he tries a lot for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has some… unfavorable aspects of himself he doesn’t want you knowing the true extent of.

He does not want you to know he smokes as he thinks it’s an undesirable habit and always deflects any questions about why he might smell like smoke or any cigarettes you might find.

His temper also gets the best of him at times leading to him lashing out and making dumb decisions that he tends to regret if he thinks about it too much. Though he has wrangled it in around you it can be explosive and violent when you aren’t around to witness the full extent of it.

He is also very obsessive with you and he knows it. It’s definitely toxic obsession as well because at his worst moments mentally he has debated keeping you to himself and not letting you leave. He’s also considered sabotaging all of your relationships so you only rely on him and no one else.

A dark part of him wants to keep you all to himself so no one can take you away from him ever.

Thankfully, he respects and loves you too much to act on those thoughts but god rest the poor soul that does anything bad to you because odds are…

Their life is on a very short timer.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Oh my god yes.

Yes he so is.

He wants to look his best around you 24/7 all day every day and somehow does not even have to try for it.

He needs to always look presentable because a good director should always look ready all the time!

Is dramatic as fuck if his shirt gets wrinkled or something like damsel with their hand on their head going “my poor husband” dramatic.

He’s very silly like that and you love him for it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes.

You are the only person who ever really tried to get to know him, who puts up with his silly shenanigans, and who he fell in love with.

Truthfully without you? He’d completely lose it mentally because you are his rock. The one person he knows can pull him back from the darkest corners of his mind.

Not that you’d ever know this but Mr. Puzzles does. He knows that now that he has you he would not be able to live without you and continue to pretend to be even remotely sane.

X = Xtra (Random HC)

Plays his dreams or soft static on his screen when he’s in a deep sleep.

Claps his hands when excited and fidgets with his suspenders a lot.

Also makes tons of motions with his hands while he talks.

Y = You (How would they talk about you?)

This goes one of two ways.

Either he’s all giddy and cheerful like a schoolgirl with a massive crush or sounds very concerning as he talks about you like a follower would a god.

Pick your poison because both are accurate it just depends on how he’s feeling that day.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Will. Not. Let. Go.

Like if you wake up before him you are not getting up because he has the grip of a koala and probably has his arms and legs wrapped all around you.

But sometimes if you wake up before him he ends up in the funniest positions like sprawled out in ways that should break his bones. It can be very funny and disturbing at the same time.

[xiakato]

XIAOTING- Ella Baila Sola (M)

The party was bustling, everyone dressed to the nines. The atmosphere felt expensive, taking a glance around the room, only the most high class brands could be seen. You stand on the second floor overlooking the hall, watching people body to body. Sipping on your room temp gin, studying everyone walking in or walking out. Your eyes land on her, her beautiful black dress hugging her curves, leaving little to your imagination. Her beauty stands out even in the sea of nobodies. Her eyes meet yours,dragging you in. Falling deep into her dark brown eyes, She walks to another room, her eyes only just leaving you as she goes to the next room. You waste little time walking down the stairs, following her into the room, pushing your way through the people.  Finding her again came easy to you, once her beauty was burned into your retinas. She turns slightly, looking at you offering you a light smile before moving on. Pushing people out of the way to catch up to this woman. You finally do, she looks over the luscious garden, hearing your footsteps and your bated breath she looks behind. 

“Rather relentless don’t you think?” Her voice was beautiful as she is, the low light only provided from the moon etches itself into her beauty. 

“Can you blame me?” You ask once you catch your breath. 

“Perhaps I could, not every man rushes through a party filled to the brim to get to a pretty woman.” 

“Perhaps a man will when he sees the most beautiful woman that has ever blessed his eyes,” You step closer to her, her aura doesn’t falter. She is used to this, you can tell. 

“I’m flattered,” Her emotionless face remained perfectly still, “But just like all men, there must be more you want from me.” 

The music has gotten louder, the drunks come stumbling out around the two. You get closer to her, “I only wish to get the chance to know a woman that has caught my eye and seems to have something deeper hidden.”

“What’s there to know Mr?” She leaves out her hand. 

“L/n, Y/n L/n,” You take her hand ever so softly like she is made from porcelain, kissing her knuckles. 

“I’m Shen Xiaoting,” She smiles slightly, taking her hand away from the roughness of yours. 

“Xiaoting, nice to meet you on this beautifully moonlit evening.” 

“Likewise, walk with me,” She turns and starts walking, her eyes lingering on you just a bit longer. You can’t help but to join her in the rhythm of her step. 

“What brought you here tonight Xiaoting?” You ask her, tearing your eyes away from her to take in the scenery. 

“Hopelessness,” She replies as she takes your features, “I presume that it is the answer if I were to take my guess.”  

“Why hopelessness?” You look, her eyes a sea of emotion betrayed by the statue stillness of her face.

“I’m just lost, a soul without purpose. A loner, if you want to attach a title to it.” 

“I’m here,” You stop walking, taking in everything you can about her, her ever so slightly movements, her milk white skin thriving under the moon. 

“I dance alone,” She keeps walking, her heels clicking against the stone walkway. 

“You don’t have to,” You follow, the wind is a bit chilly. You take your jacket, placing it softly on her shoulders. 

“I know, but I don’t trust anyone nearly enough to let them in.” 

“I’ll do what I can for you to trust me,” You smiled at her, the night continued on. You spent every minute you could with her, the night ended a win in your book. You got her number and you texted her whenever you could. She opened up to you little by little, you were happy that this amazing person, who was scorned by the shit life threw at them, relied on you. The more time the two of you spent together, the more you yourself realized that you love her. You realized that as you looked at her while at Han river, the calm water, the peaceful atmosphere coupled with her peaceful expression. Her face has brightened tremendously, you like to think it’s thanks to you. 

“Why are you staring at me again?” She asks, a giggle escapes from her light crimson lips. You remember the first time you heard her laugh, your heart skipped a few beats at the innocence resonating through it   

“Can I take you to dinner?” You blurt out, her giggling stops as you watch a bright smile etch across her face. 

“Like a d-date?” She asks, her smile falters a little, the hope in her eyes. 

“Yes Xiaoting, like a date.”

She hugs you tightly, “I thought you would never ask me.” 

“You knew from the beginning I wanted to take you on a date.” 

“Shhhh~” She giggled, hugging you tighter.  She pulls away, quickly telling you to pick her up at 7 before she takes off in a taxi. You chuckle rushing home yourself, to get ready for the hopefully a changing point in your life. The all black suit, topped off by a simple gold chain collar pin. The messy yet refined look of the styling of your hair is perfect and you went to get her. Knocking on her door, she opens it wearing the very same dress when you first met her, the dress still perfectly fits her just like that day she lures you into a trap that you can’t get out of, a trap you don’t want to.  

“W-wow,” You say as she takes your breath away. 

“I haven't worn this since that day,” She shyly pats down the fabric, “I hope you still like this dress.”

“I do but I love the person wearing it.” 

She blushes, grabbing her handbag, her hand intertwined with yours as you lead her to the car. The sleek all black Audi R8 with black leather, a perfect choice considering the both of you look like death eaters right now. The choice of dinner was easy, you called up one of your friends that owns one of the best restaurants in Seoul to keep a table for you. The drive was quiet and perfect. Her hand fit perfectly with yours, arriving at the restaurant, your friend met the two of you at the back. Taking you through the kitchen and to a private room. Throughout the night, she opened up more than ever before. You couldn’t help but to smile all dinner, but as always a perfect night must come to an end. Your hands intertwine once more as you walk her to her door. Your hand doesn’t leave hers until she unlocks the door and steps in. 

“U-um, Y/n?” 

“Yes Ting?” You ask her as you look back at her right before you step off her porch. 

“Wanna eat ramyeon?” 

You look at her through the mirror, as her dress falls off of her frame. Her white lingerie, a stark contrast from her black dress. You take in the features of her body. Her thighs, her toned stomach, everything. Leaving soft kisses down her nape, under your fingertips you feel her shiver. You lead her to the bed, laying her down, leaving kisses down her body. Hooking your thumbs in her panties, you pull them down and spread her legs which she quickly closes. 

“Relax baby, let me take care of you,” You say softly as you spread her legs again, your tongue darts out slowly licking circles around her clit as she whimpers.  Your hands grip onto her thighs tightly but not too tight. You keep up with what you are doing, altering between small circles and big circles. 

“Fuck baby,” You feel her hand reach out tugging on your hair. Flicking your tongue at random intervals as her hips buckle against your mouth. She’s sensitive, you can tell it’s been awhile since the last time she was taken care of. You flick faster and lick the occasional circle, as her other hand joins the other tugging your hair as she cums. Her legs squeezes your head as she locks ankles riding out her orgasm, “Holy s-shit,” She lets go of your hair, you sit up wiping your mouth. She tastes sweet, just perfect. She pulls you down onto your back as she tosses your boxers and trousers somewhere in the room, “So hard for me already baby,” She strokes your cock softly, “My turn to take care of you,” She smiles as she straddles you, sliding your cock into her in one swoop. She’s the tightest you’ve ever been in, squeezing your cock between her soaked velvet walls.

“Fuck Xiaoting,” You mutter as she lifts her hips slightly and slams back down rolling her hips, your arms wrap around her waist. 

“Say my name again please baby,” She asks as she rides you ever so slowly letting you feel everything. 

“Xiaoting,” you look her in the eyes, her hair disheveled, her arms around your neck as she rides. You capture her in a kiss, the passion flows out as you hold her tighter. You want to give your entire being to this girl, every bit of you. Her lips pressed against yours is the euphoria you needed, the complete package. 

“Y/n, I love you. I love you so much,” She speeds up with her hips, her hands holding on the side of your head. 

“I love you too, I love you so much too,” You stare into her eyes as she gets tighter and tighter, “I’m close, Xiaoting.” 

“I-inside please, give your love,” She quickens her pace, as she reaches her own climax, you reach yours. You hold the tightest you did all night as she does to you, Your cock throbs as you fill her, her pussy not letting go. Only a tiny bit drips out, You pull back slightly kissing her again. 

“I love you Xiaoting,” You say, a bit lucid coming down from your climax. She kisses you again, her tongue swirling around yours. Her body fits perfectly with yours, you never can go back to anything from before now that you had her in your arms. 

“I don’t have to dance alone anymore…. I love you too Y/n.”

[luimagines]

He Realizes You Like Him Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

Part two will include Warrior, Wind and Legend.

Content under the cut!

Warrior

To be honest here, Warrior has a warped perception when trying to figure out when someone likes him. Genuinely.

It was harder for him when he was just a boy and as a teenager it didn’t get any easier. Once the war had started it was easy to forget about it for the time being... that it until he leaned the reason for the war.

He realized that he didn’t like that kind of attention. But was that what happened when people liked each other? Was Cia only an extreme version, if genuine? Was she genuine?

He didn’t know. All Warrior knew was that he didn’t feel good when he learned about it and wanted to avoid it again if was within his power.

Now when he met you, he knew that he liked you. He tried to be nice and friendly and be your friend. At first. Then he came to the quiet acknowledgement that if there was a chance to be more than friends that he wouldn’t mind it.

But he had no idea if that was something that you would be up for.

“Are you gonna make a more or what?” Legend jabs him right under the ribs non to gently. “If you ask nicely, I bet you could ask for a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“Shut up.” Warrior swipes at him but it lacks any venom or power behind it. Legend dodges it easily. “They wouldn’t see me that way anyway.

That makes Legend pause. If Warrior was looking in his direction he would see that that Legend is not only looking at him like he’s grown three heads but also like he’s the biggest idiot in all of Hyrule.

“You’re joking right?” 

Warrior sighs. “Why would I be joking? We’re just friends... but there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Legend takes a moment to let that sink in before he pinches the bridge of his nose. ”Ok. Wait, so when you see them, do you get nervous or excited?”

Warrior finally looks at the Vet. “I mean... I like their company. I wouldn’t mind if they were next to me all the time. I like them. I like hanging out with them.”

“Answer the question.”

Warrior coughs. “I get excited.”

“I mean yeah- but they also seem to light up like a beacon whenever you see each other.”

Warrior blushes softly. “I think you’re reading too much into it.”

“They literally hung off of your arm for the entire morning.” Legend points out. “They hardly give hugs, let alone attach themselves to someone.”

That gives Warrior pause. He’s right. Warrior’s never seen you step outside of your comfort zone like that- but you were also holding onto him. He was so happy by it that he didn’t even notice it as different behavior.

“They also laugh at all your stupid jokes.”

“Excuse you, I’m a comedic genius.”

“Yeah- whatever. But you’re literally always around each other. Don’t you think that maybe they’re willing to hear you?”

Warrior doesn’t reply.

Legend won’t stand for him trying to justify this to himself in his head so he shoves Warrior behind a bush, not caring if he falls to the ground harshly or not and calls you over.

You jog over and Warrior stays hidden as he listen. Legend seems to have a smirk on his face. You don’t seem to notice. “What’s up Mr. Man?”

“Are you ever going to tell the Captain about your stupid giant crush?”

“SSHH!!!” You jump on him and cover Legend’s mouth with your hands. “Shut up! What if he hears you?!” 

Legend’s gets a knowing glint in his eyes. “Is that a no?”

“Shut up!” You flick his nose. “I’m thinking about it. I just... I know that he’s... His past is something that’s a tough subject and I don’t want to make things harder for him, you know?”

“Coward.”

“I’ll punch you.” You glare.

Legend waves you off and you roll your eyes as you leave. Legend takes a step back and looks back at Warrior who’s stuck, slacked jawed on the ground. “Better?”

Warrior nods.

Wind

Wind wasn’t actually paying that much attention when Wild elbowed him non too gently in the ribs.

Wind looks up to swipe at the young man for the jab but he’s cut off by Wild’s mischievous grin and a finger to his lips. Biting the loud retort that sits in the tip of his tongue, Wind glares up at Wild and crosses his arms. “What?”

“Look.” He whispers and gestures vaguely with his chin. Wind turns subtly and looks over with his eyes. You’re look down with a slight blush to your face. you seem very concentrated. 

Wind tries to follow your line of sight and sees that your looking at his hand. He’s confused. Why would you be looking at his hand? Why are you looking at it like it’s personally offended you?

He opens his mouth to ask you what’s up when Wild knocks into him again. In The back of his head, he’s amazed that you’re so concentrated on it to miss all of this. Wind glares up at Wild further. “What?”

Wild looks exasperated and rolls his eyes. He takes his hand and hooks it with his other one, pointing to you afterwards. Now Wild’s just being weird. Why doesn’t he just say it? Wind doesn’t get it.

Wild seems to see that and drops his voice even lower. “Hold their hand.”

“Why?” Wind whispers in reply.

Wild face palms. “Because they can’t do it. They’re been trying to for the past fifteen minutes!”

Wind looks back over to you and seem to catch on that you’ve been noticed. You flinch and move away. It looks like you’ve been embarrassed to have been caught despite thee fact you weren’t subtle at all. Wind takes your hand before he can even think about it.

“Oh..” You say and squeeze his hand a little tighter. You open, no doubt to speak again but nothing comes out of your mouth. Instead you smile brightly and swing your hands together a little bit, clearly happy to hold his hand.

Wind still doesn’t get it, but he smiles back at you. You’re cute.

Wild jabs him again and this time Wind actually takes a swipe at the boy.

Wild is undeterred. He gets a face splitting grin on his face and points to you. He mouths ’they like you’ and winks.

Wind furrows his eyebrows and looks back to you and tilts his head. He’d hope that you liked him. He likes you too. You’re really cool and nice and awesome-

You let go of his hand and instead hold onto his arm. You’re purposely looking away from him but you’re humming a happy tune, looking at anything and everything but him. You’re face is still pink.

Wind looks back to Wild who’s only grinning wider and winks again.

Oh.... Wind lets you hold onto him with a slight blush to his face. He thinks he gets it now.  He means like that... Um... Uh-oh... What does he do with this information?

Legend

“What do I do?! I really like him!”

Legend froze in his tracks and back tracked the last two.

That was your voice.

...Who do you really like? Exactly?... He’s just curious.

“You talk to him like a normal person?” Your (assumed) friend (unhelpfully) offers.

You seem to not like the answer and groan loudly. “You know I can’t do that!”

“There’s nothing difficult about this. Just say ‘hey, I found a flower. It matched you. Here.’ Done.”

“You make it sound so easy.” You whine and Legend’s heartstring get stung along with it. “I really really like him. I don’t think he even likes flowers. He has this massive collection of anything and everything but flowers!”

“Then tell him you noticed the lack of- and you’re offering to give him the first.” Your friend sounds tired. Legend gets the idea that you’ve either been having this conversation for a long time, you’ve come to them more once for this sort of conversation.

“Why did I come to you?! This isn’t working!” You cry out.

“I don’t know! You’re making this more complicated than it need to be!”

Legend frowns and begins to unstick his feet from where he was eavesdropping. His heart sinks somewhat.

Whoever it is that’s got you in such a tizzy is one lucky son of a gun, Legend admits to himself. He keeps walking through your little village, taking in the little sights and all. It’s quaint and quiet. It’s lovely. He can see how it influenced you to be the person you are.

Legend doesn’t want to think about his own feelings right now so he decides to check out the local lake and go fishing.

He stays there, thinking despite the fat that he’s there to not not think about what he overheard. You seemed so nervous. He’s never heard you so high-strung Well there were a few times. It happens with the work that they do. But never for something as simple as giving a flower.

You must really like this person.

He put his cheek in his palm, not bothering to care if nothing is biting his line. It’s not like he actually came here to fish.

Someone pokes his shoulder.

He blinks out of his trance and looks up.

You’re smiling at him. “Hey. Mind if I join you?”

Legend’s heart bobs without his permission but he smiles back at you. “Sure, go ahead.”

You smile brighter and take a seat next to him on the doc. Legend’s eyes dart to where your thighs are right next to each other, but he’s quick to divert to the lake once more.

“Um..” You start. “Lege... Link...”

Legend nearly lets his fishing rod slip from his grip. “...Yes?”

“Here.” You hold out a very small flower. It’s purple with dots of white splashed around the edges. “I thought you’re like this.”

“...oh...” Legend delicately takes the flower.

“...I noticed you didn’t have any flowers in your collections.” You say quietly. You try to smile wider to feign confidence. It would have sounded natural if he hadn’t heard what he did, but now that he knows the context, it sounds scripted. You had to practice saying it. “Now you can start one.”

Legend finds himself staring at the flower then back to your face with a watery smile. His heart is pounding and he feels like yelling. He wants to take off running. Would it be too much to kiss you here and now? “It’s going to be my prized possession. It’ll be the star of the whole assembly.”

You snort, relaxing a little. “It’s just a little flower.”

“Well yeah...” Legend tucks  it safely away for safe keeping. He can never lost this. Ever. “But you gave it to me.”

Part 3

[pukanavis]

"Sink Into Corrupted Love～Usezakicho Never Sleeps" Track 8

Location: Club NETHER

Liguang: —I’ll handle this. Tonight, I’m not here as your boss, but as Wángpái.

Supervisor: W-Wángpái-sama is making a return…!?

Wángpái: I can't imagine I've allowed my skills to get too rusty since my golden era.

Frail Old Man: …I knew this day would come, Wángpái-sama.

RYU: The janitor again…?

Immature Host: No way—Are you Kamiyama-san, the godly supervisor that supported boss from the shadows during his godly era of hosting…!?

RYU: Huh?

Partyer Host: You’re telling me the godly tale of the godly supervisor being over the godly age of 60 was true!? You've lived for a godly amount of time, sir!? You’re unbelievable, Mr godly supervisor, Kamiyama-san!

RYU: Stop saying godly!

Kamiyama: Wángpái-sama, I made sure to keep it safe and sound all these years.

RYU: That scuffed-up book...?

Wángpái: …Heh. I can't believe the memories attached to this.

Kamiyama: This is the Thousand Princess Heaven…a list of 1000 dedicated customers that have sworn their lifelong loyalty to Wángpái with a blood oath.

Wángpái: Supervisors. I want you to drop everything and call every name on this list.

Supervisors: Yes, sir!!!!

Partyer Host: This rules! I can't believe I’m witnessing the return of a legend and his entourage!

Wángpái: I have time to fill before my Thousand Princess Heaven arrives. Kamiyama, seat me with a debutante.

Kamiyama: As you wish, Wángpái-sama.

Immature Host: Boss is gonna serve a debutante!? That's gotta be like winning the lottery…!

RYU: I…I��m coming too!

Wángpái: You?

RYU: This is the return of my coach we’re talking about. Please, let me share a table with you…!

Wángpái: (Hmph, look at the sparkle in his eyes.)

Get a hold of yourself first. The only thing I'm concerned with is keeping my princesses satisfied.

Wángpái: Does it really make you this nervous to have me sit beside you? …Lift your head.

Look at my eyes, not my ears.

Heh…that’s it.

Tell me what your heart desires. If you become ‘my woman’, I’ll take responsibility for your wants, your actionsーeverything.

You think that’s old-fashioned of me? It’s true that modern values have opened up an ocean of new possibilities, but I don’t see that as a reason to turn on the beauty of the past.

It’s your choice. Will you be mine, or someone else’s?

[Option 1] Become Wángpái’s woman.

Wángpái: Good choice. From now on, you’re under my care. Your eyes, and the wallowing sadness within them, belong to me as well. Don’t be shy, you can give it all to me.

[Option 2] Don’t become Wángpái’s woman.

Wángpái: Heh, how interesting…I’ve never met a girl as tenacious as you. I don’t mind a woman with a strong will. There’s no better partner to have when I need someone to rely on. Whenever you need your worries eased, come spend the night with me. I’ll be your place of refuge.

Wángpái: …What happened to my retirement? Princess, you are the one who decided to wake a sleeping lion.

If you want my company, I'll give it to you for as many nights as you want. All you need to do, is choose me—

If there’s one thing I can promise, it’s that my ability to satisfy will leave you breathless.

KiKi: The bar will be closing in 15 minutes. Wángpái-sama, RYU-sama and Nyúl-sama have been so occupied with making sales that it almost feels like they’ve made a contest of it. That being said, at this rate…

I’m afraid the possibility of meeting our goal is—

???: PLEASE!!

Supervisor: P-Princess…?

Ex-Debutante Privilege-Abusing Princess: I pick RYURYU! I’ll buy the b’day bash tower!!

RYU: Wh…i-its YOU…!

Ex-Debutante Privilege-Abusing Princess: You remember me? I’m the one who ripped up your business card when we first met.

RYU: Like I could forget.

Ex-Debutante Privilege-Abusing Princess: Ever since some slimy host cheated me out of my money, I’ve sunk to being a royal pain that visits clubs just to abuse their debutante perks…but after I treated you so awfully that day, I’ve haven’t been able to get over how terrible I feel.

🐰 Royal pain: A disruptive, rude princess. A problem that many princesses deal with to an extent.

For some reason, I never unfollowed you on social media.

The tower isn’t happening anymore.

No one's to blame.

It was out of everyone's control.

The bar closes in 2 hours.

I know it’s lame, but let me say it anyway.

I really need your support right now.

I want my very first b’day bash to put me on the moon.

Ex-Debutante Privilege-Abusing Princess: When I saw that post, I dropped everything and raced here! I knew that if I didn't come, someone else would!

RYU: Princess…are you saying…

Ex-Debutante Privilege-Abusing Princess: ーTake my money!! I’ll pay for the tower!! Don’t stop now, RYURYU!!!!

RYU: You got it…!

KiKi: —You've arrived with just enough time for your order to go through.

Liguang: “The honour of the finale song goes to RYU. Tonight, we celebrate a new record for the most sales ever made in a day.”

“And, what's more—we’ve reached our goal.”

RYU: …No way.

We really did it!?

KiKI: Yes. The debt will no longer be sold to Roga’s company.

Liguang: What do you have to say for yourself, RYU?

RYU: I…

Nyúl: If you’re going to steal the finale from me, you better make the most of it.

Immature Host: Come on, RYU, you’re an inspiration! We wanna hear what you have to say!

Partyer Host: Show us a legend in the making, yo!

RYU: —You've got it.

“When I first saw this hosting stuff, I thought it was a total joke…I mean, there’s no way it could be that hard, right?”

“But once I actually tried it for myself, I realised I couldn't've been more wrong.”

“I came to understand the difficulties of serving someone, the struggle of capturing a person’s heart, and the importance of the people I work with.”

“But what stuck with me the most, was the gratitude I felt towards the people supporting me.”

“This incredible club, my incredible co-hosts, and all the incredible princesses. Each and everyone one of you has helped push me this far.”

(Hey, boss?)

“I don't feel alone anymore. It's not like I have the chance to be lonely, right?”

Liguang: ……

RYU: “NETHER isn’t closing. NEVER! EVER!! Cheers!!!!”

Hosts: YEAHHHH!!!! CHEEERS!!!!

Nyúl: My, my.

Liguang: RYU……

ー*Rumble rumble*

Everyone: !!!!????

RYU: W-Woah…! What was that…!?

Nyúl: An earthquake?

Liguang: …KiKi.

KiKi: There are currently no active earthquake warnings—

RYU: W-W-W-What’s going on!? Do you guys hear the walls creaking…!?

Nyúl: This shaking… I suggest you look out the window.

Partyer Host: YOOOOOO!? T-The club is in the SKY?

Supervisor: EEEEK! WHAT’S GOING OOOON?

RYU: WHー!? The roof just blew off!!??

Immature Host: EEK, i-it’s a—It’s a giant!!

RYU: Huh…

Giant Utaro: LUUUUUU-LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

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[justnerdy15]

FlashFictionFriday 4.11.25

wc: 1984

prompt: @flashfictionfridayofficial rise and fall

notes: companion piece to this; attached to HOTN

warnings: light gore, description of injuries

Theo sits at her daughter’s bedside, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest, listening to the low whirl of the machines as the blood transfusion and IV drip slowly work their way into Eva’s body. Her brow is furrowed, skin a sickly pale where it isn’t a deep violent purple, and she’s silent, mostly, except for the occasional whimper.

Cassandra warned her this would take time, that she would look worse before she got better, but the sight of her poor girl squeezes a tight fist around her heart. This whole mess has created a sinking feeling in her stomach she hasn’t felt since Daniel died.

Theo doesn’t even understand how they got here. Any of them.

She reaches out with one hand, gently pushing away the damp curls clinging to Eva’s forehead, before tracing the soft curve of her face. Like any parent, even those who have grown up in the Hunt, she hates the sight of her child in pain, but there has always been the spike of terror, a consuming fear, whenever Eva ends up in one of these beds.

Eva seems so small when she’s here, like the room will swallow her whole, that it makes her look younger than the grown woman she is now. Theo knows it just her mind, the trick of fluorescent lights and a mother’s worry, but it’s hard to remember that in the moment. Eva has always been larger than life, her bright star in dark nights, that there is something instinctually wrong with her quiet stillness.

Sighing, Theo strokes her thumb softly against Eva’s cheek, stoutly refusing to glance below her jawline, as if that could make the bloody, bruised mess of her neck not exist. As if Kha — as if Eva’s former recruit hadn’t buried his teeth there. As if he hadn’t nearly killed her.

A shaky breath escapes and Theo squeezes her eyes shut. She’s fine. She’s alive.

She’ll get better.

She repeats the words over in her head, letting her hand fall to Eva’s sternum, resting just enough to feel the rise and fall. When she hears the creak of the door, she assumes it’s Gareth and keeps her eyes closed, counting each breath Eva takes.

“I’m not leaving, Gar, and I don’t feel like eating.”

There’s a moment of silence, a well-meant argument probably dying on his tongue, but instead of his warm, comforting voice, there’s a stiff throat-clearing noise.

“Mrs. Clark. My apologies for interrupting.”

Her eyes snap open, turning towards the door as she stands while her hand drops to her hip, reaching for the vial in her pocket. But when she sees who is in the doorway, she freezes.

DuPont.

He stands there with his hands loosely curled at his sides, looking at her with guarded apprehension. Portions of his face are rubbed pink and his clothes are different — a solid black shirt has replaced the white button down, turned red by —

It was stained. That’s all.

She glances down at his hands, droplets clinging to clean skin, and the memory forces its way to the surface, of those same hands cradling her daughter, the panicked look on his face as he gave her to Jia-Ahn, the way Eva held onto him, begging DuPont to help the recruit.

It doesn’t make sense.

She shouldn’t even know a vampire. Much less him.

“What do you want?” Theo asks, forcing herself to relax. She watches his gaze shift towards the bed and an uncomfortable feeling grows as a . . .look crosses his face. “Mr. DuPont,” she says again, firmly, though he does not look her way. “What do you want?”

His gaze slowly drags its way back towards her. “I wanted to check on her condition.” He clears his throat again and adds, “For Khalil.”

Theo can’t help but flinch at the addition. It should concern her, how quickly she has turned away from the recruit, the sweet young man that Eva is so fond of, and maybe in the future, it will. But, for now, she can only think of his face, bloodied and wild, as he lunged at her daughter.

A small part of her hoped that DuPont had done his duty and already disposed of him.

She does not want to be the one to tell Eva they must call a Hunt.

He’s staring at her again, lips pressed into a thin line, and Theo wants to move, to shield her daughter from his gaze, deny him the opportunity to observe her vulnerability. Before she can, however, he frowns.

“Why hasn’t anyone cleaned up her?” he asks, brow furrowing, as he takes a step into the room.

Theo bristles, the criticism hitting a bruise nearly 4 decades old, and matches his step. “Cass and Vera took care of her wounds. Now, it is just a matter of waiting on Jia-Ahn.” How dare he? Her indignation rises at the flat look he gives her, unimpressed.

“I’m talking about the blood all over her neck, Mrs. Clark.”

Her jaw clenches. “I know that, Mr. DuPont.”

“Then why —” He cuts himself off as if he finally realizes who he’s talking to. An apologetic look flits across his face, one that she raises her head at, before he breathes out deeply. She grinds her teeth together, willing her eyes to stay dry, as he gives a brief nod.

She can’t do it. She can’t look down at her sweet daughter’s neck and not picture Daniel. Not remember the jagged edges of his torn throat, the sliver of startingly white bone revealed between sections of wet flesh, blood coating his skin —

She can’t.

Theo expects him to turn tail, to utter a short apology, if he even says anything, and disappear to whatever hole he crawled out of.

“May I?” DuPont asks her instead.

She blinks, bewildered. “I’m sorry?” May he what? Leave?

DuPont swallows and he looks back to Eva, tilting his head in her direction. “Do you mind if I help her?” He glances back to Theo. “Evangeline won’t like waking up to that.”

“Eva,” she corrects him out of instinct. “She doesn’t like being called by her first name.”

“Really?” he says with another frown. “She never said.”

Theo shifts on her feet, curiosity flickering, as DuPont takes in that information. Perhaps they weren’t as familiar as she feared, if he didn’t know that. Eva was quick to correct people on her name, Imma aside. But that is not the conversation at hand.

“I don’t think,” she trails off as she looks back at her. She still can’t look, but she sees the spots dotting the line of her jaw and chin.

“I’ll tell her it was my idea,” DuPont says, causing her to look back at him. He offers a slight shrug. “I don’t think she’ll mind, but.”

She looks him up and down, conflicted. Theo doesn’t understand why he cares, why he hasn’t left, but a part of her doesn’t care. He wants to help Eva — right now, that’s enough for her.

“Okay,” Theo says, ignoring his look of surprise, “But I’m watching you, DuPont. Just — just be careful.” She takes her seat again beside the bed, laying a hand on Eva’s wrist, pressing her fingers gently into her artery, feeling the steady pulse. It soothes her enough to let him come further into the room.

“I would expect nothing less,” he says, lips twitching into a slight smile. He walks over to the sink on the other side of the room, taking a wash cloth off of the vanity’s shelf, and turns on the water.

Theo watches as he tests the water, adjusting the handles, until it’s a temperature he apparently prefers, and wets the wash cloth. He carefully wrings the cloth out and brings it to the other side of the bed.

His eyes flick up to meet hers, briefly, before he leans over and begins to gently wash Eva’s neck. Taking a steadying breath, Theo’s fingers flex around Eva’s wrist, keeping an eye on DuPont as he wipes away the tacky blood.

“You should know,” he says quietly, “that you’ll be able milk this for a while with Khalil.”

Theo stiffens and a sharp retort is on the tip of her tongue just as she realizes that he wasn’t saying that to her. He isn’t even looking at Theo.

“He’s shaken up,” DuPont continues, rotating the cloth to a clean section, moving up her neck. “Which is understandable. He’s worried sick, and feeling guilty, but I was able to get him to calm down. I don’t think he’ll want to leave until he knows you’re awake and on the mend.”

Disbelief settles in her as she watches DuPont clean Eva up with methodical attention, his voice low and soothing as he talks to her. It discomforts her. All the pieces she knows she’s missing. Theo looks at her daughter’s face, soft and calm under DuPont ministrations, and she has to know. The words force themselves out before she can hold her tongue.

“How do you know my daughter, Mr. DuPont?”

His hand stills, hovering over Eva’s skin, before he looks up at her. “We met at the Ball.”

“We didn’t introduce her to you.” The Ball was months ago and she can’t bring herself to believe that Eva has been keeping a secret for that long. Not from them.

His jaw ticks. “No, you did not.” He huffs out a breath and returns to his task. “Don’t worry; she didn’t tell me who she was.”

“Then how did you find out?”

“I ran into her one night when she was Hunting. We were after the same fledgling.”

“And when was that?”

“Jesus,” he bites out, stopping again to look at her. “Just ask what you want to ask.” His eyes are narrowed, frustration bleeding through, and he steps away from the bed to head back to the sink. His back is a tense line as he wets the cloth again. “If you were wanting an interrogation, you should have had your mother here.”

Theo’s mouth thins and she wants to scowl at him. Eva is her daughter and she’ll ask as many questions as she damn well pleases. She doesn’t need Imma here to do it for her.

“Fine,” she says flatly, “How long has she been lying for you?”

DuPont turns around, incredulous, as he demands, “Excuse me?”

“My daughter is a lot of things, Mr. DuPont. But a liar has never been one of them. Until now,” she motions to the room. “She’s been lying and speaking half-truths and sneaking around. And all of that has led to this.”

DuPont scowls at her as he approaches the bed. “I don’t appreciate the accusation, Mrs. Clark,” he says with a glare even as he returns to his original task.

“Then tell me how long this has been going on.”

“If she hasn’t said anything, then I’m sure she has her reasons.”

“Bullshit. Dammit DuPont, just tell me —”

“No,” he says, tone final. He straightens from where he’s leaned over, folding the cloth into a square, and looks her straight in the eyes. “She’s Jocasta’s heir, right? As such, maybe you should have a little faith in her and trust that she will tell you when she’s ready. Maybe you should spend some time thinking about why she’s been reluctant to tell you.”

[noodyl-blasstal]

Can't talk, library's haunted - Chapter 4

Taako gets his book, Kravitz gets attached, and they both learn some more about their spook book.

Read below or on Ao3. Missed this so far? Read chapter 1, 2, and 3

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Taako pulls up directly outside the door and waves cheerfully whenever Kravitz looks. He gets more glowery with every pass. He doesn’t stop looking.

“Sir, I think you’re irritating him.” Angus says mildly.

“I’m flirting, Agnes.”

“It doesn’t seem to be working.”

Kravitz gives a particularly murdery glare towards the car. Taako smiles as big as he can. “I think it is.”

Kravitz finally appears and makes to get into the car. “Careful Krav, Angus was ready so he gets shotgun.”

Kravitz peers into the depths of the tiny back seat, picks Angus up, and plonks the book on his knee. “Absolutely not.”

Taako laughs, loud and raucous. “Okay, Garyl’s engine is a-sputtering and that means it’s time to head to Taako’s. Hold onto your butts.”

“I don’t think I can, Sir.” Angus sounds forlorn, bereft, buttless and adrift in a cruel world.

Taako has to stop the car briefly to get himself together again, Angus’ butt holding lament making it impossible to drive straight.

“I was worried about my personal safety!” Angus says indignantly when Kravitz snorts and starts them both laughing again.

“Angus… you’re a ghost!” Kravitz chokes out. “What did you think was going to happen?”

No answer is forthcoming and Angus sinks huffily back into the book.

“I can’t believe you were so rude to the baby, Mr Manners. It’s not okay to grow plants in the library, but it’s not too indelicate to remind people about how dead they are?” Taako smiles so Kravitz knows he’s joking. “Personally, I would never be so uncouth.”

“Taako, you just laughed at him so hard you cried.” Kravitz deadpans. “If I’m going down for this we’re going down together.” Kravitz claps a hand over Taako’s gleeful mouth before he can say anything. “He can definitely still hear you.”

“Umrph.” Taako replies, because stupid Kravitz apparently knows him well enough to know he was gonna say it anyway and kept his hand there.

“Are you going to be good now?” Kravitz asks in a tone that should be condescending, but instead just makes Taako want to, for completely unrelated reasons, not make a joke about 69ing.

Taako licks his hand. “Nope!” He says happily, as Kravitz pulls away with a small ‘ugh’, and Taako smiles broad and defiant. It doesn’t fade, even when Kravitz wipes his slobbery hand on the side of Taako’s face.

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“Okay, here we are! Library 2: Read Harder. You get a book, and you get a book.” Taako clambers out of Garyl and delights in watching Kravitz try to unfurl his similarly long legs in a much less practised motion.

“I already am a book, Sir.” Says Angus, wedged under Kravitz’s armpit as he finally works out how to alight.

“Do you want to live in a world where books can’t read books, Angora? Because I certainly don’t. C’mon, keep up!” Taako doesn’t have time for messing about, they need to do some research.

“Lup!” He yells as he opens the front door. “I’ve got company.”

“Is it the goth librarian? Taako? Tell me it isn’t? Barry wins the pool if it’s today… can’t you just wait until the weekend?”

Taako glowers at the door to the front room. A quick glance over his shoulder at least confirms that Kravitz is still dawdling up the path so probably didn’t hear.

“We’re doing work Lup, and there’s a child with us, so if you could not talk about boning down then that would be great.” Taako hisses, cracking the door open slightly so she can definitely hear him.

Lup’s draped across his armchair. The one she promised she never sits in. He knew if felt off. “Uh huh, work.” She waggles her eyebrows. He waits for the rest of the sentence to kick in. “Wait, he’s got a kid? Taako! You can’t, not with the… I’m not babysitting.”

“It’s okay, he’s dead.”

“You fucking what now?”

Taako bravely resists cackling at the look on Lup’s face, and instead just turns to leave. “C’mon. We’ve got work to do.” He doesn’t hear any footsteps behind him. “Wrong spook in the book, Lulu. Gotta fix it.” There’s a loud sigh from the front room and the noise of Lup resigning herself to helping. Good. Time is of the essence if Taako is right, and Taako is usually right. Mostly because the sooner it’s dealt with the sooner he can ask Kravitz out, and also the sooner the baby can figure out the rest of his undeath.

Taako finds Kravitz warily inspecting the glittery binicorn by the door, deftly avoids any questions, and steers him towards Taako’s office.

“I need to check out some things and I’m just a simple idiot wizard, so an information professional and a nerd are only going to help matters.”

Taako grabs the books quickly, he’s fairly sure there was something about Orroth in the tome of spectres, and Agnes can read about bindings in the ‘spooky shit’ manual.

“Here you go Krabster. You’re looking for Orroth.” Taako dumps the huge book on the table. “Remember to use the…”

“Spine cushion.” Kravitz finishes for him, already dragging it over. Ridiculous perfect man, something something bend his spine just not his books’. Terrible, bad. Back on track.

“Wonderkid, I’ve opened this to the right page, but let one of us know if you need another one and you’re not feeling corporeal enough for pages.” Taako settles Angus on the edge of the desk.

“Lup! Just in time. Here’s the history of the paranormal. We’re after Orroth, Ormiglast not Pector.” Taako mage hands the book her way (so he likes to show off, so what?)

“Thanks for the introduction there, KoKo. Hi, I’m Lup, the hotter twin.” She waves at Kravitz.

“We look exactly alike, goofus.”

“And yet…”

“Hi Lup.” Kravitz cuts over Lup. “I’m Kravitz. I think we’ve met at the library? I hear that you sent Magnus my way. That was kind of you.” He smiles a tight, polite smile, and Taako loves him for it as Lup squirms in discomfort and suddenly looks anywhere but Kravitz.

“And I’m Angus.” Angus waves cheerily. “You shouldn't worry by the way ma’am, there’s no need to babysit me. I’m a very capable and responsible young boy.”

Lup looks even more alarmed. “How much did you hear?”

“Well you said that…”

“No she didn’t.” Taako cuts in loudly. “No one heard anything, especially not you, Angles.”

“But Sir, I…” Angus starts.

“Ango, read your book.”

“Ooooooh, teacher voice!” Lup crows, likely glad not to be on the receiving end of it.

Taako levelles her The Look™. “Taako isn’t doing everything by himself here, mush!”

“Taako isn’t doing anything at all, right now.” Kravitz muses, not looking up from the book so he doesn’t note the glare Taako levels at him. Kravitz is exceedingly lucky that his handsomeness level is just high enough that Taako's willing to let him get away with this kind of unearned disrespected.

Taako settles for rolling his eyes at Lup instead. “Hey Angus, can I flip through the book without bothering you?”

“Feel free, Sir.”

“It’s Taako.”

“Okay. Feel free, Mr Taako, Sir.”

Taako’s taking a month off after this. He’s going to rent a cottage by a lake and spend four weeks up to his thighs in it, glittery waders shining in the sun, fish queuing up to be on his line, and not being obligated to talk to anyone.

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“I’ll get it!” Lup jumps up the second there’s a knock at the door.

“Please tell me you didn’t…” She’s gone before Taako can finish.

“Hey Kravitz!” Barry smiles easily from the door and waves.

“Barry!” Kravitz looks overjoyed to see him and Taako ignores the spark of jealousy it ignites in him. He definitely isn’t thinking about how nice it would be to make Kravitz light up like that. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“I’m not sure any of us knew Barry would be here.” Says Taako pointedly. Because obviously he wants Barry here, he’s got the big squishy brain full of every single fact, but he's also not going to miss out on a chance to torture Lup. “Lulu, dearest darlingest sister, did you make the struggle for poor, sweet little Angus’ future freedom a date?”

“I thought that’s what we were doing?” Lup grins with her stupid smug face and looks pointedly at Kravitz who, thankfully, seems oblivious, chatting animatedly to Barry about how much he loves him or whatever. It’s fine, Taako doesn’t mind. It’s absolutely great and wonderful that Barry just gets on with people and is quiet and nice and everyone loves him because he knows how to talk a normal amount, keep the occasional thought to himself, and only tells select people about the experiments he’s running in his basement. No problems here, Taako’s totally fine actually.

“Everyone needs to do their reading. I’m going to fail you all if you keep this up.”

“Sir, I have been doing my reading the whole time! I already found two passages that I think are exceedingly relevant and started making a list of equipment.” Angus sounds worryingly upset at the prospect of failing Taako’s imagination class.

“Right, fine, everyone but Angus is going to fail, Angus gets an A++ and a gold star for being competent.”

“I’ve also been doing my reading, what do I get?” Asks Kravitz.

“You’re talking in class!”

“He was telling me what he’d found out, don’t you allow peer to peer knowledge exchange in class? I usually find that teaching peers is a great way to learn, in fact in my current module I’ve reworked a few of the sessions so that…”

“Barry, will you help me with this please?” Lup cuts him off. Thankfully her ‘Taako’s going to combust into glittery glass shards and everyone in the radius is going to suffer about it’ radar is well honed by this point.

“Fine. Kravitz can have a gold star sticker too. You two had better catch up.”

Kravitz looks unreasonably pleased and rewards Taako with a warm smile that lights a small, hopeful fire in his chest. Maybe Kravitz doesn’t hate him. He could have left any time. He wants to be here. Here with Taako. Maybe he can still take him out after this is over… but now’s not the time, now he has to focus on the task at hand. One minor little teensy demon binding, then he can plan.

“We’ll compare notes in 15.” Taako flips a few of Angus’ pages and pretends not to notice the ticklish giggles when he does. He definitely doesn’t do it a few more times than necessary because it’s adorable. No one can prove anything.

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Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Want the next installment? Find it here.

[agirlnamedzoya]

Dirt on the Hands, Tears on the Face

Inspired off Mr. Oddmod's twitter work!

He posted this absolutely cute little comic of Hunter and Omega from episode 4's ending, so I took his permission and wrote a fanfic! You can view the comic here Or in other words, Hunter's POV of episode 4's ending and some of the artist's and my additions! :)

Word count: 3.9k

Memories can be so powerful. So breaking. So bonding.

Hunter was sitting alone in Omega’s ro- no, the gunner’s mount, staring in space as they drifted aimlessly after dropping Mox, Stax and Deke on Pabu.

He couldn’t help staying in her room. Even though the little traces of his girl, her laughter in these walls tortured him and threatened to drive him crazy with the amount of tears he was holding back, he still found this the only place he felt his heart was attached to, one he never wanted to leave. He wanted to stay in this room and relive her best memories, out of fear of forgetting her.

Five months. Five months of not seeing his little Omega, and he was going insane. He did not want to think about how much Omega might have grown, if she was still as little as she was when she had left, and what might she have felt and gone through in those five months when she should have been a little carefree girl who only knew to play and eat instead of being subjected to horrors of science.

Truth be told, he was tired now of the disappointment he had to face whenever they got a false lead. The way his hopes raised, he could practically hear them fall down around him when she wasn't there. Especially this time, seeing Hemlock's lab, seeing those clone kids, he was so hopeful, but now he needed some time before he advanced.

It wasn't that he was giving up. He was bottling up his emotions, he was just trying to bury his grief before those emotions drove him rash on this mission and make him do bigger mistakes, he told himself as he was reminded of one of the greatest lessons war taught him as a soldier. Soldiers do not have the luxury of showing emotions, especially leaders. Why must he suffer so much? Why him? Why his girl? In a galaxy of clones, why only her?

"And if you get into trouble?" "Use your comm and give your location!"

If only they'd known. One time, their hardest problems could be solved by comming your location. Why not now?

He did not feel the need or want to take a rest, but Wrecker had very sternly threatened to take away all contacts and leads from Hunter if he did not take an hour’s nap. And, he wanted to make Wrecker feel a bit happy.

An hour won’t hurt, he thought. But hurt it did, when he realized he can’t sleep, no matter how hard he tries, and memories of Omega keep flashing in front of his eyes, especially the time Hemlock took her away.

He just kept his eyes closed in an attempt to rest while loosening his bandana and letting his locks tumble freely. As if a movie began, his brain felt adamant to give him pain and showed him his very first memory of Omega: when he saw her staring at them when they came back from Kaller to attend the assembly. It was all in fast forward, as if the brain realized he had one hour for rest and wanted to make the most of it. He succumbed to this onslaught of memories.

The next was the food fight. “I like this kid!” Wrecker yelled and punched Echo.

Then him telling her to stay away. He smiled with sadness at the thought of now facing the complete opposite.

Then them going back for her and losing Crosshair. "Had to. We were looking for you."

He flinched. Now they’ve lost both of them.

Them reaching Saleucami. "If this is where you want to be, then this is where you'll stay."

Tracking the Ordo Moon Dragon. “Could I learn to track like you?”

Going to Pantora and fighting Fennec Shand. “Hang on, kid. We're not out of this yet.”

Meeting Cid for the first time and being sent for Muchi. “The Rancor is Muchi?”

Then Corellia. “Hunter, I’m stuck on the conveyor! I need help!”

Then meeting Rex and Bracca. "We're not going anywhere, Omega. You're stuck with us, for the long run. Got it?"

Hunter still felt the fear ripple through him that he had for Omega and the others when Wrecker’s chip had activated. How he had jumped for Omega to pull her safe, yet if Rex hadn't reached in time...he shuddered at the thought.

Reuniting with Crosshair and losing Omega to Cad Bane. "He...he took Omega. A bounty hunter. We have to find her!"

That had hurt worse than being nearly shot in the heart.

And finally her voice coming from the comm on Bora Vio. The relief he had felt was nothing like he’d experienced before. Like he could breathe freely. Like, someone he loved is safe.

“Hunter, Wrecker, Echo, Tech. Is anyone there?”

Hunter could strangely hear her voice clearer, as if coming from inside the ship. Unlike his memories, whose voices sounded faded, only limited to his brain, this one came as if somebody were speaking them near him .He shut his ears tighter in an attempt to stop it from raising his hopes but the voice seemed to seep through, chanting his name over and over.

Omega’s on Tantiss, she’s not here, get yourself together. Omega’s on Tantiss, she’s not here, get yourself together. Omega’s on Tantiss, she’s not here, get yourself together.

He repeated these sentences like a mantra so that their pain can occupy his mind instead of the sound of the little girl he loved and he lost.

He clenched his eyes shut and his teeth tight to help him focus. In this battle with his memories, Hunter did not sense Wrecker calling his name softly, until the large clone shook him like a ragdoll. Hunter looked up, wildly, secretly glad for a distraction from his memories.

“A heads-up would’ve been nice,” he snarled. That was real rough.

“Sorry, you seemed pretty troubled and weren't listening so just checking on ya.” Wrecker tried to show regret but his face was shining. “I had to show you something.”

Hunter felt alarmed and intrigued. Wrecker had not smiled like that for the past five months. What could have brought that dazzling grin? This smile was not the sad one he gave when Hunter talked about her, it was brilliant as if their mission was complete.

As if they found Crosshair.

As if they found Tech.

As if they’d found Omega.

No, no, no, no. Hunter followed Wrecker and mentally told himself it might just be Echo, or Rex, and not to raise his hopes too high, because he didn’t know if he’d survive the pain of them crashing down on him.

Wrecker sat down in front of the console. “I received this transmission, and the channel used was unknown, but the person who used it was not.”

In no mood for riddles, butterflies practically rolling in his stomach, Hunter said as quietly and gently as possible, “Patch it through.”

Hunter had hoped it might be Rex or Echo with a lead to Omega. Except it wasn’t a lead.

The next sight stole the breath out of Hunter. The way he’d gone still, so pale, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open, his arms dangling limp instead of being crossed, he might have died standing there.

It wasn’t a lead to Omega. It was Omega herself.

No, that cannot be Omega.

The face is way too mature.

The face is way too tired.

She’s taller than their Omega was.

And her hair is in a ponytail!?

She’s wearing some older person’s clothes.

No, that can simply not be Omega.

Yet, some fatherly instinct inside Hunter told him it was Omega. His Omega.

The way she smiled, the way she laughed slowly.

The accent.

And her brown eyes. Her beautiful, large brown eyes.

The way she spoke their names.

Hunter’s heart swelled with pride and broke at the same time on the maturity on her face, how much she’d grown without him to see her, and make more memories, how she’d grown up in a lab far away, surrounded by doctors instead of her brothers who loved her. He could see her eyes sagging with tiredness, exhausted from fighting the world at an age where she deserved something more peaceful and delightful than war, even though she was trying really hard to hide it behind her smile.

“Huntah, Wreckah, I hope you get this message.”

Hunter could have recognized that voice anywhere. He memorized everything about her, her voice, her style, her body language. No doubt left that it was her.

Eyes brimming with tears, Hunter looked at Wrecker for confirmation, whose eyes were shining with tears himself. Wrecker nodded, and said, “It is her, Hunter. She found us.”

After five months, crossing the galaxy five times, she had found them.

Could love be this strong? Could there be any bigger blessing than this?

Hunter did not realise when during the transmission he had sunk to his knees, his hands laced in his hair. This was just too good to be true. His eyes and ears were completely focused on the blue image of the little girl who was now talking to them after months of silence.

“It’s me, Omega. I managed to break out, and I’m headed home. Can you meet me at the moon where we met Hera? I’m headed there. Can’t wait to see you. Plan double-zero.”

Hunter was generally not one to remember planets on his fingertips, but this time the answer bombed into his brain like he’d been always thinking about it. He ran at such a speed to the cockpit that Wrecker had to duck aside and he began laughing so hard. “Sarge, you don’t need a ship to reach Ryloth with the speed you’re moving at!”

But Hunter couldn’t stop the smile spreading on his face and the butterflies now swarming his stomach with more intensity now that the prospect of Omega was coming near. He plotted the coordinates and once in hyperspace, he turned around to see Wrecker enter, and ran to him for a hug. Wrecker, surprised, hugged him back, saying again and again, “we found her Hunter. She’s not dead, she found us.”

Until a thought bombed Wrecker.

“Uh Hunter, are we sure this is not a fake message?” Wrecker questioned. “Like, someone impersonating her, or maybe she’s been forced to make this message?”

Hunter stayed quiet for a while. “I don’t know, to be honest. But if this is true, I don’t want her to be waiting a long time for us. I want to be there to welcome her back. She’s waited for us more than enough. It’s worth a try, and if it’s an ambush,” Hunter turned to the blue stars of hyperspace whooshing past, “I’m dying for one good fight

***

Hunter was slightly relieved to see they were here first. They planned to stay here for a week for Omega to turn up, but they needn’t wait long.

Hunter, ever since the ship landed, was thinking what to say to Omega. He felt a shortage of words to tell her how much he missed her. He couldn’t muster the courage to talk to her after failing her so horribly. What if she’s mad at them? What will he do then?

While these thoughts ate away at him, Wrecker paced the Marauder, all the while keeping his gaze at the sky through the windows in the cockpit.

Hunter was still worrying what to do when Wrecker saw him. “What’s wrong, Hunter?”

He ran a hand in his hair. “I’m…just confused. What to say to Omega. And…what if she’s mad at us. What if she hates us – hates me – for not coming for her.”

Wrecker placed his big and gentle hand on Hunter’s shoulder. The very hand which had supported him throughout this torturous chapter of his life, the hand which he was thankful for, the very hand which brought him back from the verge of insanity.

“Just…be natural. I know you can do it. Speak out the first thing that comes to your mind, be yourself. She loves you the way you are. And if I know Omega,” he smiled in a lopsided way, “she’s not gonna hold it against you. She realises the perils, and she’ll forgive you faster than I can say her name. She has a heart purer than most, Hunter. She proved it with Crosshair.”

Hunter smiled and squeezed his hand gently. “Thanks,” he mumbled.

Wrecker looked like he was about to crack some joke when all of a sudden Hunter’s senses detected an incoming ship. Wrecker darted to the window.

“Can I go first?” Wrecker asked with the innocence of a ten-year-old. Hunter, knowing how much Wrecker had to stay composed for Hunter’s sake, and how much he missed Omega, gave him a nod.

They both were peering out the ship, which had now landed and opened its door. Please be Omega, please be Omega, please be Omega.

Wrecker peered out, and all of a sudden he squealed, but low enough not to go outside. “It’s her,” he said in a voice constricted with tears, “it is her, Hunter. It’s her. It really is.”

“Yes, Wrecker. She’s finally home. Now, go on!”

Hunter saw Wrecker playfully bound out, and run to Omega. Force, she’s grown just so much!

He could hear their voices while desperately waiting for his turn. Until it was too much. He walked out, and heard Wrecker.

“We crossed the galaxy four times looking for you!”

Hunter stepped into the light. Omega hadn’t seen him yet. Good, surprise time!

“Five.”

Omega’s head snapped to him. Yes, it was his Omega. The look of joy on her face took away all the pain he’d suffered in five months in an instant.

He decided he’d give Omega a compliment. He usually didn’t give compliments, but not every day your kid breaks out of an impenetrable and clandestine jail all by herself.

“But you’re the one who found us.”

Hunter wanted to smack himself. Out of all sentences, this?

It sounded so…like him. Rough, unemotional. Way to go, Sarge. Wrecker’s so good at this thing

But the way Omega’s face contorted as if she were holding back tears, as if she was too overwhelmed, made him positive about his choice.

The moment her little feet carried her across, Hunter ran down.

He always was the one to walk with grace. One at a time, posture erect, head held high. Usually it was Crosshair or Wrecker who slid or jumped steps, but today…he couldn’t hold it in.

He jumped two stairs at a time to get to her quick.

Overcome with emotion, he bent down on a knee, like he always did for her, to her level, and did something he’d never, ever done for her before: he held out his arms for her to embrace.

She had hugged him, leaned into him so many times for comfort, but since he wasn't allowed to be weak, to show emotions, or rather, since he had no experience, he quite simply didn't know what to do, except to hold her shoulders or kneel to her level. 

This time she deserved a hug. She definitely earned his hug. And also, he felt like he needed one too.

She dashed and threw her little arms around him.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

The galaxy felt so much brighter now. All problems felt minimal compared to the love he was feeling now.

Omega’s home. She’s finally with him.

Hunter now understood why Wrecker's love language was physical touch. Why he was so fond of hugs. They seemed to have a calming effect on you, that you're safe, you're loved and you're gonna be fine. Nothing's wrong now.

Omega circled her tiny arms around him, as he tightened his grip on her. He was afraid of letting her go again, of losing her. He hugged her back rather gently, as he didn't want to hurt her, despite every cell in his body screaming to hold her closer, hold her tighter, hold her closer to his heart, to memorise the feeling of her small arms around his neck.

“We missed you, kid. We never stopped searching.”

Hunter felt a prickle of tears, and this time, he did not hold back.

Orders be damned. Those orders did not help him in finding Omega.

This time, he felt like a human, not a soldier.

Holding Omega tight, so she does not see him break like that, Hunter cupped her head with one hand and raised his face slightly to the skies so nobody can see him break down and trying not to quake hard, he let his tears fall.

All that wait had finally brought fruit. All those trips across the galaxy had finally come to an end.

I love you, Omega, he thought, but with the tears coming faster, he didn’t speak it out loud. Count the stars on this moon of Ryloth. I love you more than that. I love you more than I loved anything ever. Don’t you ever leave me again. My life’s dark and worthless without you, sister.

Omega seemed to have heard his tiny sob, because she was crying too. She pulled away, smiled while waterfalls cascaded down her cheeks, and she wiped his cheek with her hands. He leaned in her touch. He wanted to feel these tiny hands in his large ones, these fingerprints on his face every day he lived. How can a war-torn galaxy make something so pure, so lovable, so innocent?

“Don’t cry anymore, Hunter,” she whispered, even though he was now holding his tears so she doesn't see them, hugging him again, which he reciprocated, “I’m here, I won’t let you cry ever again!”

“I know, kid,” Hunter said in a muffled voice, “with you by my side, you won’t ever see me cry again.”

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Hunter walked softly after making arrangements for Crosshair to Omega’s little bed where she was sleeping soundly, holding her Lula.

He stood at the foot of her bed. He's never gonna stop marveling how grown up she looked. The difference between the Omega they'd found on Kamino and the one lying here was too much to believe.

He fingered her hair lightly. Well, he grinned, he can now fulfill his wish of having someone else wear bandanas too. Who knows, maybe Omega might ask for one herself, with all the times she's copying him.

Even though he wanted to pick her up, and hug her, and sleep beside her, he didn’t want to disturb her.

He just climbed up slowly and carefully, not to wake her up, kissed her slightly on the forehead, placed the tooka beside her and smiled. Before turning for his own bed, a peaceful sleep hopefully not marred by nightmares anymore, he spoke softly to Omega’s sleeping form, “you just don’t know how many nights of my sleep you had taken away with you, do you? But I'd do it all again for you, to find you, to bring you home. Just...don't leave me again like that, eh?”

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The guardians of the Pharaoh.

I don't own Yugioh or it's characters.

The prologue has come to an end and the main story is about to begin.

Warning for violence and mild blood

Epilogue

 

Turns out things only went downhill after Lillian disappeared…

 

With the Muto’s…

 

Yugi became reclusive, he rarely spoke to anyone. When he got home he would disappear into his room and sit at his desk trying to finish the Millennium puzzle. He ate very little and didn’t get much sleep either. His parents and grandfather grew increasingly worried about the poor boy. And as fate would have it, tragedy befell the Muto family again just mere days after Lillian left…

 

Lee was out one night searching for Lillian, a school photo of her in his hand. He would spend his nights looking for her, overwhelmed with guilt and wanting to restore his family.

 

As he was walking he bumped into a tall buff man dressed in an intimidating purple coat, his hair a dirty blond with long sideburns, a glowing green crystal hung from his neck and a strange round disk like device was attached to his left arm. Lee took a step back as he looked up at the stranger, feeling uneasy. The man frowned at Mr. Muto, speaking in a gruff voice, “You should look where you’re walking.”

 

“I…I’m sorry. I was just looking for my daughter. Have you seen her by any chance?” he holds up the photo, “Please she’s been missing for days.” The man looked at the photo of the raven haired girl dressed in a pink school uniform. He was about dismiss Lee when he noticed the necklace hanging from the girls neck…the blue gem that his master had described some time ago. He was certain that this was what he was looking for…

 

“Where did she get that necklace?” the stranger asked. Lee narrowed his eyes as he took a step back as the uneasy feeling he had been having grew, “What does it have to do with my missing daughter?”

 

“My master has been searching for it for years. He says it belonged to a great enemy of his.”

 

‘What is this guy on about?’ Mr. Muto thought, he needed to get away, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have bothered you. I should get going.” He turned to leave when the man grabbed him and dragged him into an alleyway…

 

A few moments later the alleyway glowed green as Lee’s screamed filled the night air, dark clouds swirled in the sky as it formed some kind of vortex, a stream of energy flowing from the alleyway into the vortex. Seconds later everything returned to normal. The stranger was standing in the alleyway holding a card in his hand with an image of Lee on it behind some kind of seal. Mr. Muto’s unconscious body lay on the ground, his eyes open but were glazed over as if he had no soul, the photo of Lillian still clutched in his fingers.

 

The strange man kneeled down and picked up the photo, examining it, ‘Master Dartz will be pleased to know I have found a lead on the Siren.’ He thought to himself before disappearing into the night.

 

Mr. Muto’s body was found the next morning and was rushed to hospital. His family was notified and Masami was devastated to learn that her husband was in a coma. Just days before her daughter went missing, her son had become distant and falling into depression and now her husband was lost too. The Muto family was falling apart…

 

With the Kaiba’s…

 

Seto focused on his work, trying to distract himself from the ache he was feeling in his heart. He missed Lillian and would find himself staring at a photo of her that he kept on his desk. Mokuba tried to help but the little boy could only do so much.

 

The young billionaire had some reassurance though since he got notifications whenever Lillian used his credit card. He knew she was in Cairo at least as a charge for a hotel in the region had gone off. He could easily fly off and go find her but he had a company to run and he had discovered that some of the board members were trying to steal Kaiba Corp from him. So he had to focus on the company he had worked so hard to obtain.

 

About a month went by and the restless nights started to return. The memories of what Gozaburo had done to him started to plague his mind whenever he tried to sleep. He would wake up in a cold sweat, the scars he hid from the world starting to ache, the cruel words of step father echoed in his ears, reliving every punch, every kick, every beating and so much worse…things that his father did that made him sick to his stomach, causing him to go days without eating. Normally he would call Lillian and she would come over and just sit with him. Sometimes it would be in silence and other times he would talk about what he had experienced and she would just listen. It honestly helped to know that he had someone to talk to. But now she was gone…and he was alone to face the demons…

 

It got so bad that he had passed out at work due to exhaustion and hunger. He had been rushed to the hospital and was forced to stay there for a few days. It had scared Mokuba, thinking he was losing his big brother. The young boy would stay with him day and night, wanting to be strong for Seto.

 

The older Kaiba witnessed this and felt guilt for what he put his little brother through. He promised he would do better for Mokuba’s sake. But that meant that he closed himself off to his own suffering, burying it deep down. His heart turned dark as he stopped caring and focused on becoming stronger and refused to rely on anyone. He placed the photo of Lillian in his desk drawer, denying the pain and anger he felt from missing her.

 

Darkness started to taint his soul; it festered like an infected wound. The darkness would lead him to do many horrible things…including hurting the family of the girl he loved.

 

With Lillian…

 

She was currently walking through a village in a location that she didn’t know the name of. She held a photo in her hand, the very photo she had found in the purse that was part of her mother’s belongs that the orphanage had kept from her before Seto had returned it to her.

 

The image was slightly faded but the face of her father was still clear. She had been searching for weeks, asking around if anyone had seen him or knew of him or if anyone knew anything of the archaeologist that went missing after discovering the unnamed Pharaoh’s tomb. So far she had come up with nothing.

 

It had started to seem hopeless until one day…

 

A man had run into her, causing the both of them to fall to the ground. Sitting up, Lillian noticed the man had a strange necklace in his hand, the pendant was large and in the shape of a ring with a triangle in the middle, spikes hung along the ring but the strangest thing was the eye that sat in the centre of it all. It was the same eye as the one that was on the golden box that held her brothers puzzle…

 

Before she could ask about it, the man got up quickly and tried to run only to be stopped by a group of hooded figures. They grabbed the man as he struggled; a man in a white turban and a long robe seemed to appear out of nowhere, a strange golden key hanging from his neck. He walked towards the thief and took the necklace that held the strange ring from him. Without a word the cloaked figures started to drag the thief away.

 

Lillian quickly got up and silently followed them to an abandoned looking house which led to a hidden temple underground. The young girl couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The walls were covered in hieroglyphs, a few torches were placed along the walls, large stone pillars held up the ceiling and in the centre of the room was a strange look sarcophagus with 7 indents of different shapes. 6 were empty while one held some weird looking scale. She knew she shouldn’t be here but couldn’t will herself to leave…

 

The thief was forced to his knees by the cloaked men, he looked up at them fearfully, “Please I’m sorry stealing from you! D-Don’t kill me! I beg of you!” The man with the turban approached the frightened man, holding the strange ring in his hand, “I do not intend to condemn you for stealing the Millennium ring…” he spoke calm but earie voice, “…The is whether you are a chosen one…Will the ring itself accept you as it’s bearer?”

 

Lillian watched from behind a pillar, curious about what was going on. The turban man handed the ring to one of the other cloaked figures, “Put the ring on! Then the answer will make itself known…”

 

Lillian watched as the hung the strange object around the thief’s neck. At first nothing happened but then the eye on the ring started to glow. Suddenly the spikes that were attached to the pendant stabbed into the man’s chest, blood seeping from the wounds. Lillian covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her shocked gasps, she watches in horror as the man screams in agony. His eyes burst into flames as fire bellows out of his mouth, dying instantly. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’ she thought as her body trembling in fear.

  

The turban man walked over to the corpse of the thief, “The Millennium items test the souls of those who possess them…” he picked up the Millennium ring, “Those who are not worthy will be burned alive, body and soul…”

 

One of the other cloaked figures approached him, “When will the chosen ones appear? Until we find suitable hosts , we cannot find the missing Millennium items…”

 

“No need to hurry. The Millennium items are drawn to each other. If I had to liken it to something, the seven Millennium items are like pieces of a puzzle…” he knelt down in front of the sarcophagus, “…when the time comes, they will be united in the tablet of the Pharaoh’s memories.” He was about to put the ring back into one of the indents on the sarcophagus when one of the cloaked men spotted Lillian.

 

He shouted something in a language little didn’t understand as she tried to turn and run but two men managed to grab her and dragged her towards the man in the turban who was no doubt their leader. “Let me go!” she begged as she struggled against their grip. She was forced to her kneels as she looked up at him with fear. The leader didn’t look happy as he approached her, “You saw something you shouldn’t have seen…The only way to leave this holy place…” he held up the Millennium ring and Lillian’s eyes widened, “…is to be a chosen bearer of a Millennium item…”

 

Lillian struggled harder as the man raised the ring over her head, “No please! I won’t tell anyone what I saw!” she begged but he didn’t listen as he hung the golden object around her neck…

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SingleDad!Mingi x Nanny!Fem!Reader (NSFW/ 18+/ MDNI)

A/N: No one requested this but I had a dream about dilf Mingi last night and I HAD to process it SOMEHOW. I’ll put a warning above the smut if you just want the fluffy parts. But if you’re like me and have raging daddy issues, you’ll love it all :)

TW: female reader with she/her pronouns, reader is afraid of thunderstorms, cursing

NSFW TW: making out, groping, grinding/ dry humping, nicknames such as “sir, good girl, naughty girl, baby girl, little girl, princess,” oral sex (giving and receiving,) nipple play, marking up, hair pulling, fingering, protected intercourse

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You never wanted to be the kind of girl who would hook up with her boss. Especially when it was the father of the two adorable twins you looked after. But Song Mingi was simply irresistible. He had a way of flustering you and making you feel safe. And it was all because of that stupid thunderstorm.

It was late at night, and the kids were fast asleep in their rooms. You were sitting on the couch, waiting for Mr. Song to come home so you could leave. His job meant that he was working most of the day, so everyday you would pick them up from school and spend time with them until they went to bed. You also watched them on the weekends and whenever Mr. Song was away on a business trip.

The kids were crazy about you. They saw you more than their own father, so you were practically a mother to them. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t attached to them as well. You tried not to get too close to the families you worked for, but something about these kids just tugged at your heartstrings.

You and Mr. Song got along great as well. He was always so grateful for your help taking care of his kids. The two of you weren’t very close, but your conversations were always pleasant. Plus, he was very handsome. You didn’t want to admit it, but he always made you weak in the knees when he came home in a suit, his hair all tousled, his rings and chain glimmering in the dim light.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a bright flash of light coming through the window. It was followed by a loud booming noise, one that made you jump up in your seat.

“Oh great.” you said to yourself. “A thunderstorm.”

It had been raining pretty hard, but you were still holding out hope that it wouldn’t result in a storm. Why couldn’t it have waited until after Mr. Song came home? Then you could go home and hide away under your bed like you always did when there was thunder.

You gripped the hem of your shorts anxiously, biting your lip as you thought about what to do. The storm looked pretty horrible. You tried to do a couple of deep breaths to calm yourself down.

“Mr. Song will be here any minute…” you whispered to yourself.

And soon he was. You jumped at the sound of the front door swinging open behind you, turning around to see him entering the house.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” he chuckled, setting down his umbrella to remove his coat.

“It’s okay, I’m just a little jumpy.” you laughed nervously. “How was work?”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “The usual. A slew of boring meetings and compromising with people I have to pretend I like.” He hung his coat up and slipped off his shoes. “How were the kids today?”

“The usual as well. They were little angels.” you told him.

“I find that hard to believe.” he scoffed humorously. “Then again, they always listen to you more than they listen to me. You’re so good with them.”

You couldn’t help the light blush that crept its way up your cheeks. Something about Mr. Song praising you made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside. You looked down at your lap with a bashful smile, then continued with the conversation.

“Minsu got an A on his spelling test today. The teacher told me he’s one of the smartest kids in his class.”

“Oh really? That’s amazing. I’ll have to tell him how proud of him I am at breakfast tomorrow.” he said with a warm smile. “What about Minji?”

“She didn’t have any tests today, but she had a lot of fun in art class.” you smiled, running a hand through your hair. “She actually made you a painting, it’s hanging up on the fridge.”

He walked into the kitchen to look at it. “Oh…” he sighed affectionately, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s the four of us, isn’t it?”

“M-hm.” you nodded. “I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be all of us at the aquarium we went to last weekend.”

“I’m so glad I got to go with you guys.” Mr. Song mused as he opened up the fridge to grab his usual bottle of wine. “I don’t get to spend nearly as much time with them as I’d like. You’ve really helped me get closer to my kids. I appreciate you a lot.”

There he went again, making you feel all giddy inside. You looked away momentarily in embarrassment, then moved to stand up. “Well I suppose I should-“

You were cut off again with a flash of lightning and a loud crash of thunder. It made you squeak and clutch your chest. Mr. Song chuckled at you.

“My, you are quite jumpy tonight.” he stated, setting down the bottle to walk into the living room. He stopped in front of the large glass window. “That storm looks pretty bad though… I don’t want you driving in that. Why don’t you stay the night here?”

Your heart stopped. You were completely frozen for a moment, then shook your head and laughed anxiously. “Mr. Song, that’s very kind of you, but I couldn’t possibly intrude…”

“You wouldn’t be intruding, I’m inviting you to stay.” he replied, putting his hands on his hips sternly. “I’m not letting you drive home when the weather is this bad. You can have my bed, I’ll stay on the couch.”

“No!” you cried out impulsively. He was taken aback by your outburst. You forced out another awkward laugh before explaining yourself. “I mean, I couldn’t take your bed. Please, I’d rather sleep on the couch.” There was no way you could handle sleeping in your hot boss’s bed. It would smell like him, and your imagination would run wild.

“Okay, whatever makes you comfortable. As long as you stay here.” he sighed defeatedly, but gave you another warm smile. “I’m not very tired yet though. Would you mind if I stayed down here for a bit?”

Yes, I would. “No, not at all Mr. Song. I’m not very tired either.”

“Great, I’ll fix you a glass of wine. And please, call me Mingi.” he humored, walking back to kitchen. “How about you find something for us to watch on TV? Just keep the volume low, I don’t want to wake the twins up.”

You exhaled a long and slow breath. You were shaking like a leaf. Get it together Y/N. It’s just a terrifying stormy night, where you’re trapped in the same house as your extremely attractive boss. Nothing is going to happen.

After you picked out a decent movie, you looked over your shoulder at him in the kitchen. He had removed his suit jacket, the sleeves of his white button-down shirt rolled up as he poured the wine. God, he was so sexy.

You quickly turned your head back to the TV as he picked up the glasses to bring them to you. “There we go…” he said, handing you one. “To the storm.”

“To the storm.” you chuckled, clinking your glasses. As the wine went down your throat, it did relax you a bit. Hopefully it would calm your nerves, and you wouldn’t have a complete anxiety attack over the thunder.

He took a seat next to you. You grabbed a fluffy blanket and curled up into it, using it for security. Not only were you scared of the storm, but being so close to Mingi was giving you butterflies in your stomach.

You watched the movie in a comfortable silence, except for the little comments and laughs you’d share with each other. Suddenly, another boom of thunder sounded off, this one particularly loud.

You reflexively hid your face in the blanket, coiling up defensively. Damnit, you made a complete fool of yourself Y/N.

“Y/N, are you… afraid of thunderstorms?” he asked, setting down his glass.

“No… I was just… startled, that’s all.” you lied. You pulled the blanket down under your eyes. He was looking at you with such genuine concern. You felt a twinge in your chest.

“You’re trembling, dear…” he observed, reaching a hand toward you. You froze as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I can tell you’re scared. It’s okay to be afraid.”

You sighed defeatedly. “Okay, I’ve been scared of thunderstorms ever since I was little. I usually just hide under my bed until they go away.”

“Awh, that’s horrible…” he said sympathetically. He held his arm out to you. “Here, why don’t you move closer to me? It might help you feel better.”

You tossed the idea around in your head. On one hand, cuddling up to Mingi would make you less scared of the storm. On the other hand, being so close to him was also terrifying. Just as you were about to protest, another crash sounded, and you instinctively jumped into his arms, burying your head in his chest.

“Well, I guess that answers that question.” he chuckled, patting your back comfortingly. “It’s okay, nothing bad is going to happen to you.”

You squinted your eyes, furious with yourself for acting so childish. You pulled back a bit to look up at him. “I’m sorry, I just get so anxious whenever there’s thunder.”

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re all scared of something.” he reassured. He threw an arm around your shoulder and gestured for you to lean in. “Just let me hold you. I’ll keep you safe.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief at the comfort that washed over you. You leaned your head back against his chest, inhaling the smoky, spiced scent of his cologne. The way he was running his hands through your hair was putting you in a trance, and for a second you completely forgot there was a storm.

——— SMUT CUT ———

“Oh, that’s a good girl...” he praised. “The thunder went off again and you didn’t even flinch. You’re doing such a good job.”

Your cheeks heated up at his comment. Why did it feel so good to have him praise you? You pressed your knees together as an act of self control and partly because you could feel yourself growing wetter by the second.

“Oh did it? I guess… I didn’t notice.” you laughed nervously, glancing over at the window. You shifted out of his hold to sit up and grab your wine glass, taking a few more sips. “Thank you so much… for comforting me, and for letting me stay here.”

“Of course dear, anytime.” he smirked, sitting up a bit as well.

You set your glass down and undid the claw clip in your hair, shaking it out over your shoulders. He crossed his legs and locked his eyes onto you for a good while.

“What?” you chuckled, turning towards him.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked flatly.

Your mouth fell open a bit at his bold question. You breathed out an airy chuckle and clicked your tongue. “Nope, no one seems to be interested in me.”

“Really?” he baffled, brow furrowed in shock. “I would not have expected that.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused.

“Are you kidding me Y/N?” he snickered, leaning towards you. “You’re a very beautiful young woman. Any man would be lucky to have you.”

You gave him a wide smile, feeling more comfortable accepting his praise now. You were also starting to feel a bit bolder.

“Thank you Mingi… you’re not so bad looking yourself.”

“Me?” he gasped, sarcastically pointing at himself. “Nah, there’s no way.”

“I mean it.” you retorted, shooting a seductive gaze at him. “You’re a very good looking man. Incredibly sexy.”

Oh my god. You did not just say that to your boss, Y/N! You thought to yourself, internally panicking. But on the exterior, you remained cool, a playful smirk plastered on your face.

“Oh really?” he asked in a low grumble. He leaned closer to you at a painfully slow pace. “Well I happen to think you’re incredibly sexy as well…” He brought a hand up to your cheek. “Look at you, in that tight tank top and those teeny tiny shorts…” He glanced down, raking his eyes over your body. “It’s enough to make a man forget himself.”

You giggled innocently, then put a hand on his thigh. “It’d be alright with me if you did. Sir.”

That seemed to make him lose all his reserve, as he brought his other hand up to your hair and pressed his lips against yours. It was such a delicate kiss, you were almost surprised at how gentle he could be.

He pulled back slowly, forehead rested against yours. “Such soft, pretty lips…” he observed, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “I don’t think I can restrain myself any longer.”

A playful grin made its way onto your face, then you threw your arms up over his shoulders to pull him into another, much rougher kiss. You began devouring each other, lips growing red and swollen, tongues pressed against each other.

You pulled back for a second, making him furrow his brow in confusion. It soon faded away though when you swung a leg over his lap to straddle him.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk. “What a naughty girl…” His lips were back on yours in an instant, his hands now rested on your hips, gripping onto them tightly. You ran your fingers up into his hair, giving it little tugs as you began to grind down against his crotch.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs.” he huffed, practically gasping for air. You nodded, about to stand up, but to your surprise he just picked you up in his arms and folded your legs around his waist, carrying you up the stairs quietly.

Once you reached his room, he locked the door behind him and set you down on the bed, crawling overtop of you to kiss you once again. You clamped your legs up around his waist, grinding desperately for some friction.

“Oh, you poor little girl, you’re so needy…” he teased, looking down at you affectionately. The way his chain was dangling down over your face was driving you insane. “You’ve never been taken care of by a real man before, have you?”

You shook your head, gazing up at him with doe eyes. “No, I haven’t.”

“Well, lucky for you…” he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I’m about to change that.” He began kissing your neck, grazing his teeth against the soft flesh and running his tongue up along the sides. His hot breath was making your toes curl, and you couldn’t help the light airy moans that spilled from your lips as you threw a hand up in his hair.

“That’s right, sing for me princess…” he demanded, smirking against your skin. “Do you want me to take care of you?”

“Yes…” you breathed out, gripping tightly onto his dark brown locks.

“Ah-ah…” he reprimanded, pulling back. “Yes what?”

“Yes sir.” you corrected yourself in a pouty whine.

“That’s a good girl.” he praised. He reached down to fiddle with the bottom of your tank top. “This looks uncomfortable, do you mind if I take it off of you?”

You shook your head, and in an instant he was pulling it off over your head, messing your hair up in the process.

“These don’t look very comfortable either, I might as well take them off too while I’m at it…” he stated, unbottoning your shorts and sliding them down your legs. He leaned back to look at you sprawled out underneath him, now clad in just your bra and panties.

“Fuck…” he huffed, looking you all over. “You’re breathtaking.”

You giggled, wrapping a leg around his waist to pull him back in. His lips clamped back down on your neck, this time much more roughly. You were sure you’d have hickeys tomorrow. But all you could focus on was the way his lips trailed down lower and lower, stopping at your collarbone.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, glancing up at you.

“Yes sir…” you practically whispered, frozen in anticipation.

He turnt his attention back to your chest, reaching up to grope one of your breasts. He moaned the tiniest bit as he squeezed his large hand around it, then leaned back down to kiss the top of your chest. He began marking it up as he continued groping your breast, soon moving his lips down to the sensitive flesh above the cup of your bra.

“Sit up for me, princess.” he grunted, and you obeyed. He snaked his dominant hand up behind your back and unclasped your bra, letting it fall down your shoulders before tossing it over his shoulder. Once it was out of the way, he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently. He groped the other breast simultaneously, making you wriggle desperately underneath him.

“Sir, please…” you whimpered. “I need more.”

He looked up at you with a sly expression. “Awh, you need to be more patient sweetheart. I was just about to give it to you, but now I think I’ll have to tease you some more.”

“No please!” you begged pathetically, twitching your legs in frustration. “Please sir, I need you so bad…”

He chuckled coldly, then brought his forefinger down to rub against your clothed pussy. You threw your head back at the sudden contact, slightly ashamed at how worked up you were over the slightest touch from him.

“Oh baby, I’m hardly touching you, and look what a mess you are…” he humored, still looming overtop of you. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to handle my cock?”

“Please sir, I want you inside of me so bad…” you pleaded, reaching down to clutch his wrist. “I’ll do anything, anything at all…”

“Oh? Anything?” he chuckled, glancing down at your lips. He ran his thumb over them before staring into your eyes intensely. “Get on your knees.”

You immediately jumped up and got down on the floor, staring up at him expectantly.

“Such an obedient girl…” he smiled, standing up in front of you. He looked even taller from this angle. “I’ll give you exactly what you want, but you’re gonna have to earn it first.” He reached down to unbutton his shirt, then took it off completely. You gasped at the sight of his toned physique. You always suspected he was incredibly built under all those suits, but you never knew his body was this fine.

He reached down to unbuckle his belt, sliding it off his waist before unbuttoning his trousers. You watched him intensely, waiting on every move he made. He undid his zipper, sliding his trousers down to reveal his tight black boxers. You glared at his bulge hungrily, having to restrain yourself from licking your lips.

“Are you going to be a good girl and suck me off?” he asked, palming himself through his boxers.

You nodded up at him. “Yes sir.”

He smirked, then hooked his fingers into his waistband to pull his boxers down. His cock sprung out eagerly, rock hard in anticipation. You couldn’t help but feel proud knowing that you had worked him up so bad.

You wasted no time, wrapping both hands around the base as you licked all along the tip and down the shaft, getting him all nice and wet. You went back up to the top and sunk down onto his cock with your mouth. He threw his head back with a groan as you began sucking and bobbing your head up and down.

“Fuck, princess….” he huffed, putting both hands in your hair to guide you along. “Your mouth feels so good…”

You hummed in reply, sending a shiver up his spine from the vibrations.

“Look up at me. Let me see those big, pretty eyes.” he demanded. You obliged, and his breath hitched in his throat. “Oh, look at you…” His breathing was growing heavier, his lips parted slightly.

You went deeper and deeper down his cock, struggling to fit all of it in your mouth. The more of him you took in, the louder his moans became.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum…” he exclaimed, pulling on your hair. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

And you didn’t, continuing to bob your head back and forth, whimpering with every stroke.

“Fuck!” he cursed, coming undone in your mouth. You tried to catch all of it in your mouth, jerking him off with your hand as he finished. He moaned airily with every rope of cum he shot into your mouth. When he was done, he smirked down at the sight of you swallowing all of it.

“That was incredible, princess.” he exhaled, tilting your chin up to look at him. “You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you. You deserve a reward.”

You smiled happily, and he pulled you up to lay you back down on the bed. He pulled your panties all the way down your legs and tossed them to the side, then dove down to kiss the inside of your thighs.

“Oh, you’re so wet for me baby…” he chuckled, hovering above your core. The way his breath was fanning it made you twitch underneath him. He leaned in slowly, then attached his lips to your clit, giving it little flicks of his tongue and sucking it ever so gently.

Just the slightest contact made you throw your head back and cry out in pleasure. “Oh sir, yes!”

You could feel him smile into your pussy, and he began licking long stripes along your slit, lapping up all of your sweet nectar. He continued his assault on your clit, circling it with his tongue. Soon, he brought two of his long fingers up and gently pressed them up into your needy cunt. The cold metal of his rings made you gasp, but the feeling was addicting.

“Oh God, you’re so tight…” he growled, beginning to pump his digits in and out of you. He brought his tongue back down to your clit to stimulate it in time with his fingers.

“Oh yes sir, just like that…” you moaned, bringing a hand up to your mouth to lower your volume. His tongue was doing things you’d never felt before, and coupled with his fingers, which were now digging into the soft sponge of your g-spot, you could sense that you were about to come undone. But that wasn’t what you wanted.

“Sir, please… can I have you inside of me?” you begged.

“Silly girl, I’m already inside of you.” he teased, wiggling his fingers along your entrance. “You’ll have to tell me exactly what you want so I can give it to you.”

You sighed in frustration. “Can you please fuck me with your cock sir?”

He shot a sinister grin at you before crawling back up overtop of you. “Well, since you asked so nicely. Get on your hands and knees for me, baby girl.”

You smiled gratefully, then did as he asked. He stroked himself a few times, easily getting bricked up again at the sight of you bent over in front of him, then reached over to his nightstand to grab a condom. After sliding it on, he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Are you sure you can take it, princess?” he asked, putting a hand on your lower back.

“Yes, please! I need your cock so bad sir!” you exclaimed, feeling your pussy throb in preparation.

He let out a deep chuckle, then began pumping his cock into your pussy. You both whimpered at the initial sensation, you falling down onto the mattress slightly and him leaning over your back.

“Oh fuck, your pussy feels so good…” he moaned, gripping onto your hips tightly. He began to grope the plush of your ass, growling at how it squished up against the base of his torso.

You began to grind your hips in the same rhythm as his thrusts, desperate to have more of him inside of you. “Oh, fuck, yes! Fuck me sir, please fuck me harder!”

“Yeah? You want more?” he huffed, leaning down to talk into your ear. He brought a hand up to fondle one of your breasts. “I’ll give it to you.”

He slammed his hips into you even harder, making your arms give out underneath you. Your back was now fully arched up into your hips, and you were desperately gripping the sheets in your hands as he fucked you from behind.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back up. “Awh, is it too much for you baby girl?” he pouted with false sympathy. “I know you can take it. You’re doing so well.”

Suddenly, the tip of his cock began to bump against your cervix. You cried out at the mixture of pleasure and pain, seeing stars as you squinted your eyes shut.

You began to feel a knot form in your lower region. “Sir, I think I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“Go ahead princess, cum for me.” he ordered.

With his blessing, you cried out and let the warm wave wash over you, sending shocks all throughout your lower region. You rode his cock all the way through your orgasm, until you could barely move anymore.

“Fuck baby, that was so hot…” he heaved, still slamming into you at a relentless pace. “I’m gonna cum again…”

You nodded underneath him, heaving with a satisfied smirk. “I want you to cum inside of me sir.”

As soon as you had finished the sentence, he was cursing and grunting from behind you. His nails were digging into your hips so hard you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow. He breathed out a whimpery sigh, then collapsed on top of you.

“God, that was amazing.” he whispered huskily into your ear. He then rolled off of your back to lay on his side next to you. You did the same and gave him a grin.

“I’ll say. I have no regrets.” you giggled.

He laughed along with you, then fixed your messy hair a bit. “How about you sleep in here with me tonight? The house is just so big, I don’t want you to get lonely.”

“I’d like that very much sir.” you replied.

“You can call me Mingi now, dear.” he snickered, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’m so happy you stayed here tonight. I wish… no, nevermind...”

“No, what is it Mingi?” you asked, sitting up curiously.

He laughed at himself, a small blush forming on his cheeks as he looked down at his lap nervously. It was interesting to see him being the flustered one.

“I was going to say, I wish you could stay here all the time.” he confessed.

Your jaw unhinged, but you were smiling. “Really?”

“Yeah, why not?” he mused, grabbing your hand. “You can live here, with me. The kids already love you, and… I want you here with us for as long as possible.”

“Mingi, I have to work.” you giggled, intertwining his fingers with yours. “And if I find another job, then someone else will have to take care of the kids.”

“I’ll still pay you, but under the table.” he stated without hesitation. “Not as a nanny, but… as my girlfriend. I make more than enough money. You can think of it as me giving you money to take care of the kids.”

You marveled at him. “You mean, you’ll give me a full salary just to stay here with you?”

He nodded with a warm smile. “Yes, I would. Will you accept it?”

You acted as if you were deep in thought for a while, playing with his fingers. Then, you looked up at him and smiled. “I would love to be your girlfriend Mingi.”

He broke out into a huge grin, tackling you back down to the bed and kissing your cheeks over and over. “God, you make me so happy.” he sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “Who would’ve ever thought that I’d fall for my kids’ nanny?”

“Who would’ve ever thought I’d fall for my boss?” you joked back. “The agency isn’t gonna be too happy about it though.”

“Well yeah, they’re losing one hell of a nanny.” he smirked, ruffling your hair before sitting up. “Come on, let’s hop in the shower and then get some sleep. We’ll need to be well rested to give the good news to the twins tomorrow morning.”

[seehowsupplethespineis]

So...these headcanons are more for my enjoyment than anyone else’s. I just LOVE superhero comics so much and wanted to combine my two interests. Also, these headcanons have nothing to do with any movie/show adaptations. Just comic books. Sorry if you don’t recognize some of the characters. Like I said, this list is extremely self-indulgent.

Favorite Superheroes (and a couple villains):

Optimus- He connects with heroes who do right even at great personal cost. Therefore, Spider-Man is his absolute favorite. The line “With great power there must also come great responsibility” resonates deeply with him. Like Peter, he knows he can never turn his back on those that rely on him, even when the weight of his responsibility threatens to crush him. Peter fights to remain compassionate, something Optimus - though he would never admit it - also struggles with. Reading about someone who resists his darker impulses and chooses to do good inspires him to continue to do the same.

Ratchet- Does Alfred Pennyworth count as a superhero? Probably not, but Ratchet doesn’t care. As someone who has to remain at the base, wait to see whether his companions make it home safe, and prepare for if they don’t, Ratchet can deeply sympathize with Alfred. Also, Alfred is an exceptional fighter whose skills - like Ratchet’s - often go unacknowledged, so Ratchet absolutely loves it whenever Alfred cuts loose.

Arcee- She’s an X-Men gal through and through and Storm is her favorite. Storm’s got a lot of pent up rage and Arcee admires how she embraces it instead of pushing it away. The 80s run where Storm changes her look to match how she’s changed inside is by far Arcee’s favorite comic storyline.

Bumblebee- He sees himself in the New Teen Titans hero Jericho. Both of them had their voices violently taken away and both chose to remain kind and compassionate despite this. Jericho reminds Bee to stay true to who he is whenever darker emotions cloud his head. Also, sign language representation always makes him happy (even when it’s not always accurate).

Bulkhead- The Thing - from the Fantastic Four - is his comfort character, for sure. Like Ben, Bulkhead’s not particularly bright and often doesn’t think things through; however, they are both incredibly loyal, and Bulkhead finds reassurance in seeing his own strengths in Ben.

Megatron- Thanos. He can get behind a character who started as a timid intellectual and went on to conquer worlds. Also, Thanos’s obsession with Lady Death and her disfavor of him hits close to home…

Starscream- Classic Loki! Of course he loves a character who schemes and backstabs at every turn. However, he is also fond of the modern Loki who constantly strives to prove himself as good (this version is the result of a reincarnation of the original). He doesn’t like thinking about why the newer Loki resonates with him so much; he just enjoys the comics and leaves it at that.

Knock Out- First off, human Knock Out is literally modern Starfox. I’m putting a picture under the cut so those not in the know can see the glory with their own eyes. Knock Out would definitely admire a hero that’s just like him. Other than Starfox, he enjoys suave, dashing heroes like Iron Man and Nightcrawler (he refuses to acknowledge their flaws).

Breakdown- The Incredible Hulk; he’s the strongest there is, after all, and Breakdown can relate to letting his anger get the better of him.

Soundwave- Like him, Cassandra Cain - or Batgirl - is a silent, mysterious, and imposing figure. They are also both highly capable individuals who tend to operate in the background. Like Cass, Soundwave finds it difficult to express himself. Seeing her triumphs and tribulations offers him a sense of comfort on an unconscious level.

Shockwave- Who else could be his favorite but the intelligent and logical Mr. Fantastic? He appreciates Reed’s tendency to ignore pathetic emotional attachments in favor of scientific breakthrough. Of course, Reed does give in every now and again, though Shockwave concedes few can be as purely logical as himself.

Bonus:

Skyfire- Superman. He appreciates how gentle Superman is despite his immense strength. He wants to be just like him.

Rumble and Frenzy- They like Batman because Batman is cool. He also reminds them of their dad and they like to joke that they’re Soundwave’s Robins.

Wildbreak- As the son of notable Decepticons and nephew of the president (Starscream), Wildbreak feels he has a lot to live up to. As such, Jon Kent - Superman’s son - means a lot to him. Anytime he feels inadequate, he remembers that Jon feels the same. Even though Jon is fictional, he makes Wildbreak feel a little less alone.

I mean...just LOOK at him! Literally Knock Out!

[starryhyuck]

dangerous game. (m)

pairing: dilf!jaehyun x younger!reader

words: 1.9k+

summary: jaehyun is your father’s co-worker, but it’s not your fault that he’s undeniably hot.

genre: smut

warnings: older!jaehyun, younger!reader, car sex, public sex, creampie, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy

“It’s not like he’s your dad, you know.”

You glare at Sookyung, who’s innocently sipping at her glass of champagne. You pinch her arm and she squeals.

“He could be! He’s just as old as my dad,” you comment, eyes roaming over Jeong Jaehyun’s figure.

He was just recently hired into your father’s corporation and proven himself to be a worthy asset, his dimples charming everyone who comes his way. He’s built up a strong relationship with your parents, bringing over his daughter to hang out with you sometimes. You wonder if he’ll always see you as a kid — a friend of his daughter’s to have play dates with.

Speaking of the devil, Haerim bounces over and smiles at you and Sookyung. Luckily, Haerim got her looks from her mother so you don’t feel so odd when you gaze over at her.

“How are you two doing? I’m kind of bored,” she comments, fingers gripping her own champagne glass.

Sookyung gives you the eye and you know what she’s thinking — you practically sped home from college just to stare at Jaehyun all night, jumping at your father’s invitation as soon as he called.

“We’re doing fine,” Sookyung replies, and you grow wary of her mischievous smile. “How about you and your dad? Any luck with finding him a date?”

Haerim shakes her head. “Nope. He’s probably just not ready to move on yet.”

Sookyung grins. “Maybe he just hasn’t met the right girl.”

You glare at her. Haerim shrugs.

“Yeah, maybe.”

—

It’s only a few weeks later when you come home for Christmas. Your father greets you at the door and your mother lets you know they have company over. You try to keep your resolve when you see Jaehyun at the table, his smile taking your breath away like it always has.

“Jaehyun’s spending Christmas with us,” your father mentions as you take your seat.

“And Haerim?” You ask, eyes locking with Jaehyun’s.

“At her mother’s for the holidays,” Jaehyun responds, dark eyes gazing at you. You nod, and as soon as you dig into your meal, your father and Jaehyun are chatting it up. “That’s crazy, Doyoung. I couldn’t imagine any of the investors buying that crap.”

Your father laughs and your mother leans over to speak with you.

“I want you to be nice to Jaehyun while he’s here. He’s having a rough time, first holiday after the divorce and everything.”

You smile. “I’ll keep him good company, I promise.”

She pats your cheek. “That’s my girl.”

It’s later in the night when you keep your promise, knocking on the guest room door. You’ve taken Sookyung’s advice and luckily packed all of your best underwear, matching bra and all. You know deep down you shouldn’t get your hopes up, especially since Jaehyun is still learning to live without his wife.

All those thoughts are thrown away, however, when he opens the door. You grin innocently at him.

“I hope you’re enjoying your stay, Mr. Jeong. I was just checking up on you.”

He smirks, leaning against the doorframe. “Is that so? Well, thank you for being such a hospitable host.”

Sookyung’s words bounce around in your head, still lingering when you called her after dinner. Flirt. Remind him you’re very mature for your age. And wear that red thong I bought you for your birthday!

You laugh. “Yes, well, I think my father would be upset if he knew I wasn’t being very friendly.”

He chuckles and nods his head. “We can’t have that, can we?”

“No, we can’t.”

Your gazes lock, and you swear his eyes darken a little. He opens his mouth to say something before you hear footsteps. Your father comes around the corner, smiling and placing his hand on your shoulder.

“I can see you’re treating Jaehyun nicely.”

“She was,” Jaehyun answers. “You raised her well, Doyoung.”

“I hope so,” your father laughs, placing a kiss on your head. “Listen, Jaehyun, we’re going out tomorrow to get all the groceries we need to make Christmas dinner. I was wondering if you would tag along with Y/N to find a suitable tree for the living room.”

Your eyes practically light up, and Jaehyun chuckles.

“I think that would be fine,” he nods, gaze returning to you. “We’ll leave in the morning?”

You smile. “Sounds good.”

—

Car rides with Jaehyun are more arousing than you expected. You’ve been on edge since you’ve been on the road with him, mainly because you’re unsure of how to make the first move. If he ends up not even liking you in that way, he could definitely tell your father and further humiliate you.

“You’re quiet this morning.”

Your head darts to look over at him, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Oh,” you laugh awkwardly. “Just a lot on my mind, I guess.”

“Care to enlighten me?” He hums.

This is a very dangerous game.

“I just- um-“ you pause, trying to comprehend your thoughts. Jaehyun chuckles at your internal struggle. Oh God. What if he just sees me as a kid? I’m wearing this uncomfortable thong and all he sees is his daughter’s little friend-

“I don’t think we can,” he comments, taking you off guard.

You frown. “Don’t think we can what?”

He sighs. “I want to be with you in that way, but your dad-“

Your eyes widen. “Wait wait wait. You like me? I mean, you like me like that?”

He smirks, taking his eyes off of the road for a mere second to glance at you. “Yes, I like you like that. But it’s too complicated. You’re young, and-“

You scoff. “I’m not that young.”

“You’re as young as my daughter,” he reminds you. “And your father and I are good friends. Plus, he has all the power to fire me whenever he wants, and I don’t think I can afford to lose my job right now.”

Sookyung’s voice grows louder in your head. Make him want you. Show him he can’t resist.

Your eyelashes flutter closed, fingers drifting down to your core.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

You ignore him, one hand slithering into your underwear and stroking your folds gently. You throw your head back and moan. You can feel the car swerve a little.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be doing this. I’m driving, this is dangerous and I-“

“Touch me, Mr. Jeong,” you beg, opening your eyes to stare directly at him. “Please?”

It isn’t long before he pulls over on the side of the road and leans over the console to press his lips against yours. You whimper when his fingers tug on your hair, exposing your neck to him.

“Such a little slut,” he hisses, lips attaching to your neck and sucking gently. “We could’ve gotten into an accident.”

“But we didn’t,” you remind him, guiding his hand to your core. “Can you fuck me now?”

He growls. “Filthy little mouth. Does your dad know you talk this way?”

You shake your head. “No, daddy wouldn’t like that.”

He curses lowly and you know you’ve got him. He pushes the seat all the way back and climbs until he’s hovering over you, tongue desperately exploring the expanse of your mouth. He replaces your fingers with his, digits slowly playing with your folds before sliding two into your waiting hole. You whine into the kiss and he pauses briefly.

“You’re not a-“

“Virgin?” You raise an eyebrow. “No. But don’t tell daddy.”

He growls, attacking you once again and curling his fingers upwards. You’re both lucky he’s pulled over to an abandoned part of the town, and his tinted windows giving you even further security.

“We have to be quick, baby,” he whispers breathlessly. “Still have to bring a tree home.”

The clothes come off quickly after that, your hands gripping Jaehyun’s shirt and flinging it over your shoulder. He laughs at your eagerness, palming at your breast and kissing your mound.

“Such a pretty body,” he murmurs, lips darting over your nipple. You moan and arch your back.

“Yeah? Prettier than your ex-wife’s?”

He smirks. “Prettier. Younger. Hotter.”

You whimper when he throws your dress to the side, fingers dancing over your choice of underwear.

“Isn’t that pretty? You wear that for me, sweet girl?”

You giggle. “Only for you, daddy.”

He flips you over, smacking your ass along the way. You enjoy the way he manhandles you, pulling your hair back and tugging it harshly.

“Is this how you like it? Exposed like a whore for anyone to see? What would your parents say if they saw you like this?”

“What would your daughter say if she saw you about to fuck a girl the same age as her?” You counter.

He smiles. “She wouldn’t like it, that’s for sure.”

You feel his tip prod your entrance and you moan, gripping the headrest of the passenger seat. Jaehyun kisses your shoulders, cupping your breasts and sliding into you.

You cry at the stretch, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock as he enters you. He’s thick. And huge. Definitely the biggest you’ve ever taken.

He curses in your ear. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy’s so fucking tight.”

“Never-“ you gasp, catching your breath when he sinks deeper and deeper. “Never had someone this big, daddy.”

You both groan when he bottoms out, lips parting at the pleasure you’re receiving. You feel so full, and Jaehyun’s cock is like a fever dream.

“Jaehyun, please,” you beg, aching for him to move.

He follows your order, grabbing your hips and snapping into you. You moan loudly, the sound of his hips connecting with your thighs echoing throughout the vehicle. He feels so perfect inside of you and you blubber his name over and over again.

You imagine how sinful you both look, with Jaehyun fucking you desperately in the passenger seat of his car, where Haerim probably sat when he used to drive her to school everyday. You whimper at the thought as Jaehyun drills into you, panting in your ear.

“Feels so good, baby,” he praises you. “Wanna fuck you all day.”

“Will you?” You ask, whining when he nudges against your sweet spot. “Will you fuck me when we get back home?”

“If you can stay quiet,” he chuckles and you giggle with him. He groans when you clench around him. “You going to cum for me, baby? Show me how much you want it, sweet girl.”

You fall apart around him, squeezing his cock for dear life as you orgasm. You’re completely spent but Jaehyun still plows into you, chasing his high. You prod him a little.

“Please, daddy. Want to feel you cum inside me.”

“Yeah?” He grunts, his voice dropping an octave. “Are you on the pill?”

The beat of silence is deafening. “What if I wasn’t?”

He groans. “Don’t mess with me, baby. I’m going to explode.”

“Wouldn’t you like to see that? Your cum dripping down my thighs at dinner, trying not to let my dad see? What if he found out I was pregnant? What would he do then?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jaehyun hisses. “Baby, I can’t. I’m going to cum.”

“Knock me up, Jae,” you giggle, pushing back against him. “Show everyone how filthy you are, getting a girl half your age pregnant with your child. What would Haerim think?”

He pushes deep inside you and cries out, shooting ribbons into your waiting womb. You smile deviously, pushing further back onto him so none of his cum would spill out. He’s still cumming after a minute, and his warmth fills your stomach.

You grin. “Had a lot to give me, didn’t you?”

He growls and leans down, nipping at your ear.

“I’m getting you pregnant while I’m here, you little minx.”

“Looking forward to it.”

[apocalypticgargoyle]

Ok you amazing person. Demon Sapnap, but the reader is really sick or maybe is in an accident and ends up in hospital. Sapnap and Dream both visit and get jealous of eachother. Eventually Dream leaves and Sapnap is just there like 👁👄👁 And then after a day or two the reader is finally home and Sapnap is like really pent up because he has been jealous Horny and reader has been in hospital and he just rails them, but softly because reader is still weak. Basically jealous soft-dom Demon Sapnap.

This is just an idea- by no means do you have to write it :)

I'm begrudgingly writing Dre as Mr. Steal Your Girl for obvious reasons (/ j), but also I couldn't pass down this idea for incubus 3 ;) I'm also going to include a few other requests I had about Sap's backstory and some smut. enjoy!

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 & 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒. ⛧ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬!𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩 (𝟏𝟖+)

warnings: smut (18+), spanking, degradation, thigh riding, domination, literally quoting the b!ble

here's a playlist for those of you that were asking for it. i would love to see what the rest of you are listening to :)

previous part

You opened your eyes slowly, the ache in your body fully coming to your attention as you noticed the metronome of beeps coming from the machines connected to the tubes in your arm. You turned your head, squinting as your eyes struggled to focus on the figure beside you. After a few minutes, your brain pieced together his features and your heart eased when you realized it was Sapnap. For some, obviously ungodly reason, his presence brought you a sense of calm.

His feet were kicked up on the edge of your bed, his eyes scanning over a magazine as he chewed on his bottom lip absent-mindedly. He was dressed more casually than he usually was, probably an attempt at blending into the general public. You reached out a hand, fingers brushing against the soft material of his dark crewneck to get his attention. His gaze moved to look at you, a smirk painting across his pink lips.

You cleared your throat, tongue feeling like sandpaper. “What happened?” You grumbled, reaching beside him for the remote to elevate your head.

He watched your movements carefully. “You got a fever and then passed out cold,” he reminded you softly, making you groan. “Dehydration.” You couldn’t remember what he was talking about, only feeling nauseous in the middle of the night.

“How long have I been here?” You asked, rolling your head on your shoulders as your neck cracked, your limbs popping as you moved slightly. The IV pinched your arm as you moved, making you hiss quietly, making his eyes focus on where it was attached.

He hummed in thought. “A few hours. They wanna keep you until tomorrow, just in case you die or something,” he shrugged, tossing the magazine on the couch in the corner of the room.

You rubbed one of your eyes, a yawn rippling through you. “And why are you here?”

He chuckled. “Obvious reasons,” he stated, nodding towards the bite on your shoulder. “Also, Saint Dream was the first on your emergency contact list, so…” You pulled your knees to your chest as you looked at him.

“Even if it’s just because you have a quota to meet, I’m glad you’re here,” you muttered and something flickered behind his eyes, a smug expression tugging at his lips.

He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, feet planted on the ground. “You’re not part of my quota, baby.” Your cheeks flushed at his words but before you could respond, he tensed up, eyes clouding with a darkened gold. They always shifted when something was intruding. You furrowed your brows at him. “Lupus in fabula venit enim ad me,” he mumbled darkly, the venom of sarcasm dripping from his voice as a knock came at your door.

Clay stuck his head through the threshold, eyes softening at you. Sapnap watched him silently as he stepped inside, rambling off how worried he was about you. Clay seemed to ignore Sapnap’s presence as he settled a batch of roses on your nightstand. Sapnap rolled his eyes and once Clay finally acknowledged him, he made a face like he was smelling something rotten. Sapnap looked like he was ready to snap Clay in half if he approached you closer, yet his dark demeanor didn’t dissuade Clay. In fact, it seemed like Clay was hell-bent on ruffling his feathers more, pulling up a chair on the other side of you.

“I didn’t think he would be here,” Clay commented, voice dipping slightly as his sights shifted toward Sapnap, irises flashing brighter. You perked an eyebrow at him.

Sapnap scoffed, leaning back in his seat. “I’m here because she wants me here,” he commented, nearly with a boasting tone. “So, it seems like I’m in the right role to ask what the fuck you think you’re doing.” You kept silent as the two played their game of wits and egos.

Clay smirked at him as if he was in possession of some esoteric knowledge. It dawned on you that you weren’t sure how old either of them actually was. You had dated Clay for god knows how many years, yet you learned more about his past from Sapnap than you had in any of the years you were together. “It’s still in her best interest that she be given options that don’t involve your kind,” he gritted.

Sapnap laughed shortly, a cockiness settling into his appearance. “Oh yeah? In her best interest or in yours, you selfish prick.”

Clay’s jaw tensed, a sigh flooding from his nose. “We can do this more maturely, you know? Like fucking professionals.”

Sapnap shook his head. “I’m not up for negotiating,” the stated bluntly. “Go near her again and I’ll report you,” he assured, his deadpanned stare making your heartbeat quicken.

Clay swallowed, eyes glued to Sapnap’s as the pair of them flexed their dominant personalities. Clay’s eyebrow twitched as if he had thought of something, almost mockingly. “Begone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit,” he began, making Sapnap roll his eyes again before cutting into Clay’s quote.

“-enemy of man’s salvation. Give place to Christ in Whom you have found none of your works,” he mocked. “Try and exorcise me all you want, feather boy.”

Clay’s hand moved to curl around your wrist and Sapnap leaned against the bed, as if asking Clay to make his next move. “Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour-“

“Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings,” Sapnap cantered without a thought. “It’s not even the right verse for this, stupid bitch,” he grumbled.

You cleared your throat, pulling your arm away from Clay and trying not to look as if you were slinking towards Sapnap. “You should leave,” you stated, Clay’s lips pursing at your words. “I need to rest.” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Sapnap’s sly expression cutting into Clay.

After spending another night in the hospital, you were finally unlocking your apartment door and letting Sapnap help you out of your coat. You mumbled something about getting yourself a drink and he brushed you off, already doing it himself. Your mind was racing with questions after what you had witnessed between Clay and Sapnap. You hadn’t doubted the authenticity of Sapnap, but your mind still ran with what had happened to him. He handed you a water, sitting down on your couch as you paced slightly.

He broke into your thoughts. “Go on, tell me what you’re thinking,” he stated, unbuttoning his shirt slightly. You wanted to hex him about the fact that he probably already knew what was pounding against your temples to be asked.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, rolling over your questions to censor some of them. “The bible’s been translated and reprinted so many times, how are you still…” you gestured with your hands, unable to explain where you were going with your statement.

He chuckled, brushing a hand against his chin. “It really doesn’t matter if it’s actually God’s word or not. It’s a guide, like an outline. Rules, I guess. Think about it like the Constitution.”

“I thought demons like… burned up when someone quoted the bible at them…”

His face fell a bit at this. “No, we just can’t read it,” his tone was almost regretful, sending guilt to pulse through your body because you had asked. “It’s like it’s in a completely different language, and each time I look at it, it shifts around the page. When you get dragged into hell, something happens with your eyes.” He huffed slightly, wetting his lips. “It's kind of like an isolation thing. He wants you to be completely aside from him.”

Your mind clicked, eyeing your heirloom display case. “Can I try something?” You asked, popping open one of the doors after he hummed in response. You fished out your grandmother’s rosary, the cross feeling almost heavy in your hands. You turned on your heel, bringing it closer to him before dangling it in front of him. His eyes drifted away from it, his gaze turning up to you. “Does this bug you?” You probed, making him snort. He took it in his hand, thumb caressing over the design.

He shook his head, chewing on his lip. “It’s a shameful thing really. I feel guilty whenever I look at this kind of stuff,” he muttered; you sat on the arm of his chair and looked over his shoulder. He turned, looping it around your neck. “Does it bug you?”

You held it away from your chest. “For different reasons, I guess.” You stood again, putting it back in its spot beside a photo of your grandfather. “Why’d you get kicked out?” You queried softly, peering over your shoulder.

He was watching you. “Maybe another time.”

“What about your childhood?” You asked. “Did you have one?”

“I know more about your childhood than I do my own. Why all the questions?” He countered with a soft laugh.

You shrugged. “I want to get to know you…” You mumbled, your hand drifting up to rest on your shoulder, feeling heat coming off of his scaring bite mark. “How do you know when to show up?”

He sighed, leaning his back against the chair and stretching his legs. “I can feel when you get anxious. Angels have some kind of block though, that’s why it took me so long to realize you needed me when that bastard was over here.” He shook his head almost like a new fire about Dream had been lit. His eyes flickered up to you. “Unless you weren’t scared.” You shook your head quickly at his joke. He chuckled. “How does it make you feel that I’m in your head sometimes?”

You approached him again. “Narcissistic,” you answered plainly, sinking to your knees before him. You ran your hands up his thighs, a smirk growing on his features as he sat up to be closer to you. “What happens after I die? Eternal damnation?” You questioned, as his hand went to brush against your arms.

He pressed his lips to your neck before digging his fingers into your hair as if he’d been waiting to touch you for days. You hummed as he kissed you, the slight scruff of his unshaven face feeling soft against your cheek. “You shouldn’t have to worry about that. I think I’ll make you immortal or something. Being with me should be enough damnation,” he jeered, making you laugh. “Most of my colleagues take the souls of their targets and leave, but I enjoy your company,” he teased.

“But you already have my soul, right?” The line felt strange coming from your mouth.

His lips brushed against yours. “There’s still an innocent piece of you that I haven’t tapped into. Everyone has it; I like it in you.”

Your eyebrows perked at this, fingers digging into his thighs to make him groan. “What do you mean?”

He kissed you briefly, actions getting needier the longer you were between his legs. “It’s completely pure. Untampered by sin or desire. When a demon gets it, they go feral,” he mumbled, nose pressing into the crook of your neck, teeth dragging across your skin.

You tilted your head to the side, fingers tracing over his zipper. “Take it from me,” you breathed, leaning into his touch.

“No,” he answered blatantly.

You moaned as his tongue slipped against your collarbones. “I want you to have it,” you continued, voice uneven. His fingers tugged at your hair.

His breath was warm against your shoulders. “I’ll take it after a few years. I don’t want it now.”

You pushed him away from you, his eyes already blown with lust as you looked into them. “You just said demons want it so badly. Take mine.”

He chuckled, hands dropping to your jaw. “No,” he repeated, voice light.

You sat back on your heels, looking up at him with a tilted expression. “Is mine not good enough for you?”

He wheezed. “No, it’s perfect. I just… After I take it, it’s like you’re dead. You’re not the same. Your humanity is gone.” He pulled you back up towards him. “I’ll take it when I’m ready to escort you to hell.”

You quipped an eyebrow. “Oh, so you just don’t want me to see your place?” You joked, making him roll his eyes. “Maybe Clay was right. What’s the verse about confession?”

His eyes darkened playfully. “For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved.” It was mind boggling how he could probably quote the whole Bible and was as… sinful… as he was. “Bring up Dream again, and I’ll make sure you can’t walk for a week.”

Your eyelashes fluttered. “You bargain for a fun game," you quipped.

He chuckled darkly. "It was more a light-hearted threat, dove," he muttered.

You sat forward and pressed your lips against his hungrily, letting him pull you into his lap as his fingers curled into the loose ends of your hair. Your fingers ripped at the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest to you as he tugged at your own clothing. Your teeth dragged against his lips as his hips ground up against you, needy for friction.

You pushed your tongue into his mouth, moaning as his hands moved to your thighs, his blunt nails raking against your jeans. You rolled your hips against his lap, feeling him harden beneath you. He spread his legs further, coaxing you to grind against him as his hands pushed you down to rut against his leg.

You were breathless as you pulled away from him, one of his hands fisting in your t-shirt to bring you close to him, lips and tongue pressing against your neck. "I didn't tell you to stop riding my thigh," he commented darkly, bouncing his knee to make you moan.

Your hand wrapped around the wrist of his hand holding you in place, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as heat spread across your body. He pulled your shirt over your head, your bare chest at his mercy. Your mind blurred at the sensation and the feeling of him sucking his mark into your skin, making it clear who you belonged to.

You moaned, digging your face into his neck as he rolled his hips against your leg. "Please, Sapnap. I need you," you whimpered, voice a soft whisper in his ear. He chuckled darkly, ripping your pants down your legs as you fumbled to unzip his slacks.

He pulled you onto him without warning, a groan leaving your lips as he suddenly filled you up. "Bold of you to beg for me after associating with that bastard," he bit, thrusting up into you. "I should tie you up and let you suffer for that."

You moaned at his dark tone, grinding your hips against him. Your lips ghosted against his as your cheeks began to feel warm from the stimulation. "I might like that," you jested, your sentence breaking with your voice as he harshly grabbed your hips, driving himself into you harder.

"You're lucky you're still weak," he nipped, voice swirling with lust and power. "I'd throw you over my knee for that comment." His fingers dug into your hips, grinding against you as you bounced on top of him. You moaned at his words. His hand snaked up to wrap around your throat, threatening to apply pressure as he continued to direct your movements, thrusting into you at a deep and reserved pace. "Dirty girl. You want me to punish you, don't you?"

When all you could do was mutter a small beg, he pulled you closer to him, lips meeting yours in a mess of hair, teeth, and tongue. He moaned into your mouth, the taste of his breath was addictive and bliss-inducing.

He pulled you off of him and onto the couch beside him, slipping his shirt the rest of the way off. "I'll fuck the angel lover out of you," he joshed, a hand coming down sharply across your ass; the pain making you moan his name, hands gripping the couch as he pressed your shoulders into the cushion.

He dragged your hips into the air, pushing into you again, rocking his hips against yours with a small grunt. His teeth were sharp against your skin as he pounded into you and an animalistic pace, your mind numbing at the feeling. He pushed your knees further apart to pump himself deeper into you.

You moaned as his weight settled on the hand pinning you to the couch, your hair sticking to your sweaty face as he spanked you again, hand gripping your irritated skin. "Good girl. Take it," he nearly growled, making your skin crawl with an added layer of pleasure. While his pace and mannerisms were ruthless, he was definitely holding back, knowingly going easy on you because of your already weak body. That didn't mean he wasn't reminding you of your sour attitude as he pulled your arm behind your back, his hips snapping against your own to firmly instill his name in your mind.

You reached for the arm rest, a grounding element for you as his motions drove you over the edge in a teeth gritting orgasm, boy flushing with goosebumps under his command. You rocked your hips back against him as he pulled out, jerking himself off instead of giving you the satisfaction of finishing him off.

You groaned as you turned to look at him. "Feeling okay?" He asked, pressing his lips to your shoulder blade. You shook your head quickly and his eyebrow quipped ever so slightly. "Good," he stated, pulling you up and onto the ground in front of him again. He grabbed your cheeks. "I still don't think you've learned," he muttered, leaning back into his previous position. "Blow me," he directed, tucking an arm behind his head. "And with the mouth, one confesses and is saved, remember," he taunted.

Your eyes flashed up to his devious expression as he leered at you from his commanding spot.

It was going to be a long night.

And you were ready for it.

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Hey bb! First of all, let me just tell u how much I love your writing! You're fabulous, love. Don't ever doubt yourself. Secondly, I wanted to know if u could do a college professor! Jungkook and pretty student reader where Jk is absolutely enamoured by her.. (also, with a bit of the good ol smut🤭) It's a-okay if u can't tho! Just know that you're appreciated!❤️

the probability of us

pairing: jungkook x y/n

wordcount: 6k

glimpse: jungkook’s the son of the university’s president, y/n’s cardigan is everyone’s favorite, and adjacent walls mean shared victories. 

notes: there’s something so warm about this request that it made me write it as an actual fic and not a bullet one!!! i did alter it a little bit but i was genuinely so happy writing this so thank you sO much for this babe :D // gif from pinterest!

Jungkook, in his better and most definitely unbiased judgement, thinks he knows enough about you.

He knows you well enough to have noticed your patterns and habits with almost everything in between. They were predictable for the most part, and that was partly because he takes pride in being observational, but you manage to unintentionally throw him a curveball every now and then that makes him smile.

You always come into class when there’s atleast fifteen people in it and Jungkook wonders if you know it in the back of your head or if you just sneak a peek at the room every now and then. He’s not keen on being early to classes, and on the three straight occasions his dad left something in the classroom from the day before and got him to retrieve it for him, you were already there.

You’re fixated and practically attached to your knitted cardigan, seemingly having no problem wearing the same outfit for days straight — something so both adorable and visibly heart-racing when it’s almost always a tank top underneath that’s on the lower scoop, and a rotation of pants and sweats that sometimes feel so misplaced with your cardigan that it matches.

Jungkook’s found out that you probably wear atleast three rings on a daily basis, and that only took him two days to figure out because you’d exit the classroom with slight marks and indentations on your cheeks or on your jaw. Whether it’s to being sleepy, being bored, or being focused is something he has yet to discern — but yeah, he looks at you with his eyes silently when the class is dismissed, wondering if he’d see the same Pandora tiara ring mark on your cheek, or this time from a signet ring you sported more often.

He’s eight weeks in doing whatever this is. Whatever having the definition of him trailing behind his dad, a back and forth between his classes and his office, then them eating out for lunch break.

Sometimes, Jungkook forgets that his dad’s the president of this very university. 

He’s only really known him as dad and he’s grateful for that, and the only times he’d see his father as the educator he was with the fancy doctorate degree was whenever Jungkook’s been a little lacking in his studies as a child up until high school. His mom, a doctor, would be on duty for nights and at home for mornings so that’d be the window she’d teach him the alphabet and addition with the carrying, something that eight-year old him would tear up just at the mention of.

His dad would just sit beside him in a very calm manor, take out two notebooks for one of them each, and make reviewers. Jungkook writes down what he knows and what his dad tells him to, highlights the key terms, and for some totally odd reason, making his own reviewers saved him from failing altogether and become an honor student with little help from his parents and most especially his dad.

It humors him that people are so rigid and intimidated by his dad, and he knows that not everyone would believe that this is the same guy that taught him how to give someone a proper wet willy. Jungkook sees people left and right going out of their way to greet him and pay their courtesies, stifling in a giggle that his dad also fights the need to laugh.

He loves and looks up to his dad, feeling a lot more thankful that he has a healthy relationship with his parents as an only child. Jungkook feels he owes that much to his dad that he took education for his college course, despite his blatant lack of interest for it.

And here he is — a senior at another college his dad’s not the professor of, studying a degree that he’s not gonna practice, and shadowing his father for eight weeks while he goes and teach for the “experience” as his dad calls it.

This has got to be a little ethically questionable, but that’s okay. Jungkook takes some comfort knowing that his dad’s the boss and he could just sit in a chair, pretending to absorb his lessons. In fact, he doesn’t even know why his dad opts to teach still even if he’s well high up in that ladder, the only explanation being that his father just really really likes teaching and not just be moving between airconditioned offices and meeting rooms all the time. And if that was enough, his dad just had to teach two classes to which Jungkook needs to accompany him in both — Statistics and English Literature.

Jungkook has a memory of stone that’s probably of the same kind the Code of Hammurabi was inscribed in (because he just swears his memory started way earlier than the age of four), because he practically knows everyone in each of his dad’s classes.

Eight weeks in. He’s only known that long.

But Jungkook knows for a fact that you’re never late — that much he knows. He refuses to believe that you’re actually gonna be late to class. 

His dad comes in early and normally, he sits by his chair just when he’s a minute away from starting class. For some odd push today, he felt the need to enter the room with his dad and be early for once; but for the one time that he did this, you weren’t around for it.

You’re late, and you’re never late, and you’re throwing him a curveball, but something tells him in his gut that this just wasn’t something you pull out of your cardigan sleeve to confuse him.

You’re confusing.

You’re never usually confusing.

He visibly straightens in his seat when you enter the room with a sense of complacency and without the need to rush, the class only in the quieting down stages before the lesson begins when you walked in.

Mr. Jeon’s flickered to the entrance briefly, his tinkering with the HDMI cord continuing nonetheless. “Kook,” he just barely manages to get out because he’s already standing up from his seat, nimble fingers grabbing a slip from his desk that makes his dad perplexed.

Jungkook walks all the way to you at the back of the class, holding out the late slip to you a little too eagerly as it seems, and you can’t help but feel confused and irritated at the same time with how you started your morning.

For starters, coffee was spilled on your cardigan from the night before, and soaking it overnight in a mix of detergent, softener, and the tiniest bit of bleach wasn’t enough to completely rub the stain off — which meant you had to get up extra early to have it dry-cleaned (the staff looked at you a bit weirdly) and head off to where you needed to be, in a rush.

“But I’m not late though.”

You murmur as you peer up at him, refusing to even take the slip in between Jungkook’s fingers. He turns impatient, even more-so at your retort that honestly sounded genuine, that he settles on dropping it down your desk.

“You are, Y/N.” He says as convictedly as he can, only having to glance sideways briefly to your nosy seatmate to keep him out of a conversation he clearly isn’t a part of, and you make a note in your head to apologize to Jimin who gets scared easily, especially by the president’s son.

As if to prove his point, Jungkook rolls the sleeve of his bomber jacket in the slightest, enough for you to see a glimpse of his flashy gold Rolex in an attempt to tell you the time, one you couldn’t decipher because it was analog and your eyesight’s not that quick-witted nor clear.

“It’s three minutes before the start of the class,” you make it a point to outstretch your forearm, one that isn’t covered by your cardigan as he now realizes, your silver and digital Casio telling him that it’s 9:57, indeed three minutes away from the start of his dad’s class.

He barely even blinks before he adjusts himself to stand between your stretched legs so he could hold your arm and adjust your goddamn watch to be set four minutes later, his movements done so quickly that you straighten your back to the seat.

Jimin pretends he’s looking away, but deep down you already know that he’s gonna ambush you with questions as soon as Jungkook leaves.

“See that? You’re late,” he hums contentedly, pushing the late slip towards you and stands by himself with his hands across his chest, all-knowing that he wouldn’t leave not until you comply with his stupid request for a late slip.

His dad sees the interaction unfold from a distance, still confused but somehow amused, and a curious smile appears on his face as he now has something else to bring up on the dinner table later.

After all, he only called out to his son to tell him that they should go pick up a few groceries over lunch break — not to give you a late slip.

Jungkook collects the piece of paper from you wordlessly, letting his hand linger for the briefest moment but you pay him no mind, too occupied to looking at your left and gesturing for Jimin to scoot closer.

Something’s wrong.

His instincts are not exactly the most accurate but after all, it does account for something. He’s not the best at reading people when they’re indifferent, and normally you’re never indifferent to him. 

He decides to lay low at that, sitting back on his chair and only twirling the slip in between his fingers and not once setting it down on the desk, preventing himself to look at it.

It’s only when his dad calls him to do a summary and explain to the class about his lesson’s breakdown, and he turns stern when he crushes the paper within his palm for the sake of being indiscreet that he totally wasn’t fiddling with paper for an hour and a half.

Jungkook returns and that’s when his dad starts giving out final reminders for their next meeting, straightening it out as much as he could until he can see your messy handwriting more than he could see the creases.

Tutored Hwang Hyunjin; state quizbee next week.

And why, exactly?

As far as he knows, Hyunjin’s the faculty’s favorite because he was such an intelligent student. He might be the favorite of his dad but he’s not entirely sure because his dad says he doesn’t like playing favorites, but he seems to think so nonetheless. If the guy who’s in the line-up for summa cum laude is asking help for a mere quizbee, what exactly is it for?

You’re an honor student, sure. In the dean’s list and in the running for cum laude, but you’ve said it yourself that you’re no Hyunjin and in verbatim, anyone who takes education as seriously as he does needs a hug and an emotional support system. Do you see yourself doing all the extra credits when you already have the highest average on all of them?

Did you hug him?

Jungkook scoffs to where his mind is running, a little dejected as he ponders on it even more as he stands next to his dad’s desk, nodding curtly at the students who bid him goodbye.

He’s extra quick to stepping up when it’s you who passes him, hands on his pocket as he asks under his breath.

“We cool?”

He tries to search for a hint of distaste in your face and he’s almost disappointed to find none, a genuine small smile on as you reply and come out the door without so much of a look back at him.

“‘Course we are, Mr. Jeon.”

... \ ( ♡ ) / ...

“What’s up with you?”

Jungkook utters the moment the door of your apartment swings open. It was straight to the point, really. No buttering up to you and no unnecessary bullshit before he drops the question that’s been plaguing his mind the whole day.

You had only been brushing your teeth when you hear a series of crisp and heavy knocks that led you to think that your neighbor Hoseok next-door has finally screwed up the pooch completely, and accidentally set his kitchen on fire with the cookie batter he’s been doing a series of trial and error with for a dozen times already.

Oh.

It’s only Jungkook, then.

He doesn’t look the slightest bit concerned being out in the hallway that gave everyone an opportunity to see him. Frankly, everyone who’s set foot to the president’s office, which is everyone, could tell who he is simply by looking at the few hundred picture frames Mr. Jeon has on his desk. 

He’s not concerned and he doesn’t have the gall to be concerned either, because as much as he knows that although underneath his dad’s section, the housing section of the college wasn’t under his close supervision. Besides that, he finds that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with this.

Jungkook only looks up to you for a few seconds, wide-eyed with your toothbrush in your mouth, and decides to let himself in.

This being yours and Jungkook’s interactions for the past eight weeks. There’s not a label to it, but it goes along the lines of the occasional fuck, and then the ranting about each other’s days, and binge-watching that either ends up as hook-up, or trying to pick up new hobbies the other’s just suggested, or whatever’s playing is actually playing and the two of you just watch, your head laid on his lap and his hand brushing your hair.

Yeah, that one. Whatever that’s called — that’s what you and Jungkook are.

It’s been painfully obvious to your tight knit of friends, namely only being Jimin and Hoseok, that those things practically yielded to the commitment of him being something that starts with boy and ends with a friend, no spaces in between and all in one word.

You blink away your internal monologue, remembering that you need to spit before replying to his question that he’s asked you point-blank two seconds ago.

“You saw me in class today.”

That one couldn’t be anymore obvious and he huffs at that, once again going on a grumpy fit of frustration while he lies on your bed upright, arms across his chest. “Off,” you swat his leg immediately, making him haphazardly throw away his shoes if he want to keep being frustrated with you.

That’s the exact bit though. Regardless if you forced him to take off his shoes while he’s on your bed, he’d be frustrated at you regardless. He doesn’t know why he’s frustrated with you in the first place and that just makes him stressed even more.

The realization hits him that Jungkook doesn’t really know why he’s so pressed about you, his tone considerably softening because now he feels a little smaller under your curious gaze.

“Yeah, yeah. I clearly know that. I, uh, I meant outside of class.”

Normally, he’d find your avoidance of things actually endearing because you seemed to worm your way out of any situation you just deem to be unrelated to you — but for the first time, he doesn’t know if you’re avoiding his question. If this was still your passive-aggressiveness or genuineness showing its head right now.

“You’re starting to sound like a professor, y’know,” you note with intrigue, relishing to how Jungkook lying on your bed and looking at you under such intensity seems normal to you at this point and at this moment. “A professor hanging out with his student outside of class, in her dorm, and on a weekday.”

The comment you add was supposed to be humorous but you find it rather odd now having said it out loud, the realization dawning on you that whatever this is, is just too ambiguous and vague that you’d never wanted something so specific in your lifetime.

“Just trying to appease dad. Do I look like I have the patience to teach a class, better yet show up?”

That’d be the actual bane of him.

Don’t get him wrong, professors must be so cool and patient with their workload and stuff, but holy fucking shit does he hate it for himself. He means no disrespect to his dad but he honestly can’t see himself doing what he does, even for a fraction of his life willingly.

You sort of envy him for the upbringing he has and the wholesome and healthy relationship he has with his family that you wouldn’t mind telling people all about. Not everyone expects Jungkook to be as family-oriented as he looks, and the little nugget of information he made you privy too puts a gentle smile of your face.

“You do have the patience to ask me if I’m okay though.”

It’s a question between reeling yourself in and putting yourself out there more, plopping to sit on the edge of your bed as you try to put lotion on your legs all the way down to your heel.

Jungkook finds it normal to see you putting lotion on and zit cream on your face, and he doesn’t question it for one second.

That doesn’t automatically mean that he’s gonna address it though.

“Well, baby, are y’okay?” he crawls the short distance from you, putting half of his body weight as he slings himself on your shoulders from behind, lips brushing against your ear as he pulls you tighter.

“Mhmmm.”

He finds it that as much as he pulls you tighter, you grow a bit more distant. You’re there with him but your mind isn’t, perhaps lost on the lotion that only adds into your scent that seems engraved in his mind nowadays.

Jungkook does as much as to tug a sleeve of your shirt to expose the slightest bit of your shoulder blades, pressing wet gentle kisses that leaves you, surprisingly, unfazed.

You make no move nor action, just continuing on rubbing your arms with your hands and him taking the momentary act of silence to look around your room, seeing your textbooks piled neatly on your desk with your lamp on.

“Long night?” 

He asks and not a second later do you hum in confirmation, making him roll his eyes and his stomach churn, but it probably just has something to do with a heartburn that’s beginning to form because the ache’s spreading to his chest.

It’s got to be heartburn, right?

“Alright. Didn’t have to answer me too quick just so you can kick me out.”

He mutters underneath his breath a little hurt, taking your responses as his cue to leave. His flair for what you think is the dramatics makes you roll your eyes and slap his thigh, following him out on the way to the door.

Jungkook’s fazed because he doesn’t exactly know the essential purpose plus his expected outcome of this five-minute visit. He doesn’t have a clue, but dropping to your apartment unannounced and seeing you for just even five minutes, even if he doesn’t know why, doesn’t seem wrong.

What is wrong, is that you’d normally kiss him goodbye.

This time, you don’t.

... \ ( ♡ ) / ...

Jungkook’s gut tells him to come early to class, even telling his dad that he’d come down there by himself so he could scope out his class like the great son that he is, and he does exactly that.

Some of the early-birds are pleasantly surprised to see him there, early and alone without Dr. Jeon, sitting on his usual chair.

This setting’s odd for him and as much as he wants to leave, he doesn’t feel the need to. He doesn’t really care if he’s intimidating the students because after all, that’s not the reason why he’s here. In fact, he’s aware that he seems to be quite the talk of the campus, the verdict being half and half if he was as fun, easygoing, yet stern like his father — or if he’s something else entirely. Either way, none of them could catch on to the fact besides you that he’s not here out of passion, but rather obligation.

There’s less than thirty students in the room but Jungkook could just feel it at the back of his spine that you’re gonna walk through the door soon enough. You’ve got to be, right? Jungkook stands by himself near the door, practically barricading the door with how he’s built.

This familiar guy he can’t put a name to is walking through the door carelessly, eyes completely fixed on his phone that his shoulder’s barreling into Jungkook’s.

“Oh hey dude, what’s up?”

The guy in question barely even looks up for a second, a meek smile on his face before turning to his phone again and just staying there by the door, a character paused to block it all for a fucking text as what it seems.

Jungkook barely needs a second to look at him eye to eye; tall, pale, long blonde hair, and smooth pronounced features.

Hwang Hyunjin.

He’s only seen him in passing but never on this scale, his first instinct being straightening his back. They’re roughly the same height, Jungkook shoving his observation to the back of his head that Hyunjin’s only a millimeter higher than him.

He’s probably the only one applying pressure to this scenario, thick brows furrowing as he almost grimaces looking at the younger guy in front of him.

“Are you in this class?”

What?

Hyunjin’s confused to say the least, not only because this random dude he bumped into is suddenly making conversation with him, but because someone’s actually questioning about his presence here.

He lowers his phone, putting a pause to his heated exchange of which installment of this series they’re watching this, all in the favor for staring at this guy who’s cowling at him.

“... Yes?”

His answer even sounds unsure, Jungkook’s questioning raise of his brows prompting him to explain.

Hyunjin doesn’t even know why he feels compelled to explain but he does it nonetheless. “They say I could sit in this class. Some topics would show up in the quizbee next week.”

That’s just grand.

Before Jungkook can simmer in his irritation even more, his dad slips through the door by holding his shoulders in place, looking between the two of them briefly before walking to his desk.

“Kook? Thought you’d open up the lesson without me.”

Blondie tilts his gaze, eyes narrowing as he tries to scan a Kook in his brain’s directory and why it sounds so fond coming from Dr. Jeon.

“Mmmm, sorry dad.”

Jungkook emphasizes a little more than needed, turning to him and sending him a half-hearted grin while unbeknownst to him, Hyunjin pales and is having a breakdown and a half.

Did he really just accidentally bump into the college president’s son? Is he gonna be expelled now?

Jungkook’s oblivious to the inner turmoil that’s unfolding in the guy in front of him, crossing his arms before looking at his dad once more.

“Is he allowed here?” 

He questions sharply like a toddler who’s just seen an inconspicuous man by the swing, his cheeks rounding with his lips pursed.

His dad’s really confused because this is the most intrigue he’s seen Jungkook inhibit for the whole eight weeks.

Of course his dad knows; he’s more than aware that his son has literally no interest in being a professor, and honestly speaking, he’s not even mad at that. He’a outsmarted him on this one and just went along with the lengths of hi son trying to impress him, falling into this eight-week routine of them bonding together with little practice teaching, yet Jungkook still wonders where he got his wit from.

He looks back and forth between Jungkook and Hyunjin, perplexed because he’s pretty sure that the two of them don’t know each other and that doesn’t explain the tension lingering.

“Hyunjin? Yeah. President’s lister, right?”

Hyunjin grins and chuckles at that, bowing slightly as he just passes Jungkook that appalls the latter.

“You put me there, sir.”

Jungkook mocks him under his breath, not going unnoticed by his dad who just chuckles all the same. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” he lies right out of his teeth, sitting on his chair and spreading his legs until his dad nudges him to be atleast decent because he wants the students to focus on his presentation and not his son’s crotch.

He feels cursed having such clear vision because even when the lights are dim, Jungkook still finds his gaze looking for you out of habit. Cursed for seeing Hyunjin sit on the other side of you and suddenly he wishes that this would be the time that Jimin interferes.

He’s unsure if you’re making him confused or he’s confusing himself, but the way his head feels like splitting just by thinking about you and what he could’ve done wrong tells him that he should be definite.

“Would you mind wrapping up the lesson, Mr. Jeon?” his dad asks outloud and for any other context, they’d share identical smiles on how they should be professional towards each other (as suggested by his dad) during class.

“Not at all, Dr. Jeon.”

God, he’s so oblivious to see how he has everyone gravitating towards him that it’s actually endearing. You sitting all the way up gives you a front-row seat to see how everyone sits up a little straighter and how heads follow his every move.

Jungkook has everyone wrapped around his finger and he doesn’t even know — you’re everyone; he can’t know.

He steps up to the plate and the natural dominance and hold he has on everyone broke through, a lesson about statistics never being this intense and a large majority of the people would really stay for another hour and a half if it’s Jungkook who’s teaching.

He’s so absorbed into summarizing as a way of destressing that he ended up giving perhaps one of the best makeshift lectures ever, his dad positively awed and ending up even more confused.

Jungkook’s coming down from his lecture high, nervously fiddling with his fingers as his dad gives the final reminders. What doesn’t help is also you coming out of the classroom with Hyunjin in tow, wearing your cardigan, and that’s what considerably sets him off.

Suddenly, he now decides that your cardigan is the ugliest and most disgusting piece of clothing he’s ever seen in his life. It’s the furthest thing from adorable, and the nearest thing into being set on fire.

You still smell sweet and homey when you’re nearing him, and the realization that your cardigan’s tainted by the smell of you and soon enough, Hyunjin will — it hits Jungkook too hard that he mutters under his breath, his jaw lax from being clenched.

“If you have a problem with me, just tell me about it.” 

He can’t find the will in himself to care whether or not Hyunjin’s gone on without you and is waiting for you by the corridor, or that his dad’s arranging his shelf and could be possibly listening.

“I don’t,” your face reflects the same thing as your answer, devoid of any uncertainty that you have a problem with him.

“You don’t?” he prods further even if he knows that asking the second time wouldn’t even help.

“I don’t. Do you?” 

There’s no malice in your tone. It’s the same gentleness laced with mischief underneath, head tilting in question.

That’s when he narrows his eyes at you, always knowing how to play your cards right without him knowing.

“With you or with myself?”

You shrug carelessly, an automatic giggle tumbling out of your lips that it bothers you too because you shouldn’t be okay with pulling yourself away from Jungkook, and the fact that it could be because you made peace long enough that the two of you will never be more is something to blame.

“You tell me, Mr. Jeon.” 

He’s never hated his family name more and the formality preceding it than now. In reality, he’s just a year older than most of you in this class and the last time he’s checked, no one calls their senior, despite being from another university, like that.

Everyone assumed that he should be called with respect because after all, they’re probably looking at the future of this institution anyways. 

Stable breaths aren’t enough and Jungkook seems to despise the way your slightest change towards him affects him the most, and his pride over not reaching out to your first has long been gone since.

He figures that this is just your way of detaching from him because his eight weeks are almost up, and that he should be totally fine with it because after all it’s only been eight weeks.

He can’t see another eight weeks of you pulling out from him, and even worse, eight weeks without you.

“We’re not cool.”

Jungkook says as soon as you open your door, not waiting for you to gesture him to come in. In any other situation, he’d find you adorable having traded your contacts for glasses, and absolutely sexy if his blood’s rushing elsewhere besides his cheeks. There’s no introduction of asking about your day nor catching you off-guard with a kiss either. 

It’s him going straight to your bed and lying upright, looking at you somberly that you feel sorry you’ve been establishing this change in the first place.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

His question is a complete 180 from his voice that’s been gravelly since morning, sincerity underneath the rough edges.

You shake your head no, a signal that there’s absolutely nothing wrong and you don’t have anything to tell him about.

“Are you sure?”

He looks at you with wide reassuring eyes just begging for anything, atleast something, the only time that he wishes there’s something wrong going on so he could chalk it up to that instead of facing this shift with you blindly and aimlessly. 

You’re wordlessly climbing up on bed too, making him automatically scoot over to his side of your bed when he stays overnight, instant warmth welcoming you just by having your shoulders touch with him. It’s a head nod of yes, I’m sure that there’s nothing wrong with your eyes closed. 

Being beside him is the equivalent of all the comfortable nights you’ve slept. Jungkook’s the ultimate compilation and the most expensive goodie box of warm hugs and warm tea that tasted familiar instead of incredibly earthy. He’s white noise and eight-hour loops of rainfall against your windows and humidifier-goodness of sleep that you take indulgence and warmth in.

Jungkook’s in another realm of thought when he almost snaps at you because your roles have been reversed and it’s him who’s doting over you.

“Are you usually this non-committal?”

You’re always warm with a cherry on top when you talk to Jungkook, and just only two days of you giving him timid replies has him asking you if you’re the opposite of the adjective that people most commonly attached to you.

“I think we both know best that I’m loyal.”

You are. 

It’s a word that’s almost always attached to your name. You’ve never really sustained a large group of close friends, and it wasn’t needed, but Jungkook finds it funny that you’re oblivious to how people look at you.

He’s well-acquainted with what goes around, and the only things that go around about you was that you’ve touched them in one way or another. You’re the most loyal friend Jimin has because you’ve stuck with him even if he’s spilled his guts on your bathroom floor, missing the mark of your toilet bowl. You gave up your bed for him and tucked him in even if he was still at risk of throwing up because he just couldn’t stop, and made him breakfast the next morning. You’ve only known each other for three days.

Hoseok considers you his most loyal neighbor slash friend ever, because you let him have a go at your pantry even if you knew at the back of your head that he’d screw up something in his recipe one way or another. Even started buying extra ingredients whenever he needs them, and him purposefully forgetting that he has brown sugar at the back of his cabinet.

You are loyal, and that’s what he sometimes hates about you too because it makes you more vulnerable. A little too easy to trample on. A little too easy to have you cheering for someone from the bleachers when they’re still on the bench.

Jungkook wonders if you’re loyal to him too, and if you were (which he’s sure of, and there’s no denying it), would you still be even if he feels like the two of you are growing apart?

“Then why do I feel that-“

He sighs in exasperation, head turning to face you and he’s greeted with your finger outstretched, digging in to where his dimple would appear.

He could look at you properly this time because he’s not in a rush asking if you’re okay. Eyes glazed looking up at him underneath your glasses, scrunched nose with the cutest smile and all that he wants this to never stop.

“Hey.”

You whisper in a rush all of a sudden, a toothy grin fading steadily when your thumb comes to rest on his cheek, whole hand soon pressed to it whole that Jungkook finds himself leaning.

“I’m in love with you.”

It comes out of you fluidly; no baited breath and no hesitation at all. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, actually. Not once did you think that you’d ever tell Jungkook you love him in this way, or ever for that matter, but it’s something that materialized out of thin air.

It’s as quick as a passing thought and as stable as a core memory, reiterating what is only a truth instead of a confession.

There’s no sadness in your gaze and no distrust either, but the smile that stretches on your cheeks doesn’t look as giddy.

He’s a little cross-eyed with how close you are, but Jungkook audibly whimpers when you pull away suddenly and out of the bed altogether, picking up your laptop from your table.

You don’t know what you’re doing either, but you could only hope that it looks as natural as it seemed, wanting him to know that your sudden realization that you need to make a twenty-page essay in size 12 font has nothing to do with your profession of love.

“But I know I shouldn’t, and besides, it’s a conflict of interest. Anyway, let’s just end this here now and-...”

“Are you insane?”

Jungkook exclaims in punctuation marks and of deep urgency, looking at you as if you suggested the most ridiculous thing ever after what you’ve just said, which you exactly did.

“Just continue loving me!”

He says it as the most obvious thing ever, his chest feeling an odd sense of relief after having blown up with emotion. He’s a sponge at this point in whatever relationship the two of you have. He’ll take what you can give, but this was something Jungkook would run to hell and back for to not take from you.

“You didn’t even ask if I loved you back! And that’s my honest answer, not something that would appease you when you return the question.”

He looks a little softer around the edges at the moment — arms flailing around and hair bouncing as he keeps moving his head. 

His cheeks are puffed out when he’s angry and his lips are red from trying to get his point across strongly, stammering with what more he could think of in his head.

“It’s not a conflict of interest either! I only shadowed my dad to please him, but we both know that I don’t want to become a professor like him. You just think that it is because you’re up on the seats and I’m down on the podium!” he’s heated and his cheeks are warm and there’s no way it has something to do with your airconditioning.

“It’s a stint. It was a literal eight-week stint for free, because he’s the president for god’s sake — that’s it! I go back to my university in like what, a week? And they don’t even need me passing requirements, because they already know, again, that I’m the son of a university president! Honestly, it’d be stupid of them to.” 

Jungkook feels like he’s gonna pass out with how overwhelmed he is. Too overwhelmed to the point that he doesn’t see you smiling out of the corner of his eye, hand rubbing down the length of his nape to his back.

It’s only then that you realize that he’s rambling and his voice is wavering, concern dripping down from you instead of amused laughter.

“Y/N, please, it’s convenient — more than convenient. I graduate this year, and you next year. The last thing I’d do in my life is grade papers. You know what I want to be? I wanna be-...”

Jungkook’s cut off with a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth that’s grounded him, blinking twice to look at you.

He should really kiss you right now.

“You could’ve condensed that into a single simple sentence,” you snort when you pull away from Jungkook’s hold, sending him a look of faux disappointment to which he whines. “It’s called I love you too, Jungkook.”

He squints at your teasing but reasons just as quick, sneaking in his head underneath your shirt to escape from your teasing and importantly, press a gentle kiss to your chest, then your boobs, and settling to lie down on your stomach as he’s content.

“I was panicked!”

Jungkook’s certain that he loves you, laughing to himself when he heard heavy knocks against your bedroom wall that just conveniently happens to be adjacent to Hoseok’s.

“Fucking finally! I was about to flirt with either of you just so you could cut to the chase and admit it to each other!”

Your laugh is the sweetest thing he’s ever heard, coming out from hiding underneath your shirt and just laying on top of your clothed tummy, hand looking for yours to hold on to.

You’ve been sleepy the entire time, he’s figured. You having switched to your glasses meant you’ve already had your night shower, and only had three hours maximum before succumbing to your bed. You’ve had a long day clearly, and it’s when you’re starting to succumb into sleep right exactly where you are that Jungkook suddenly remembers.

“You know what I want to be? I wanna be-…”

“With you.”

“Mhmm?” you all but mumble, feeling him adjust your head on the pillow while he lays on his, literal weight being lifted off from you.

Jungkook feels even more endeared if that’s any more possible, the tiniest boop to your nose and the softest kiss on your forehead.

“I wanna be with you.”

[dollslayer]

Botanical Interest - In Bloom

Soft!Mob!Steve Rogers x florist!Reader

Summary: Steve comes home to you angry after a rough day at work. He made a promise to keep his work life separate but can he keep it?

W/C: 4,103

Warnings: Angst, mentions of past abuse, smut, swearing, alcohol consumption

A/N: Hi there! A part three for our soft mob Steve and his lovely florist. Thank you so much to everyone that has shown interest in my work so far, if you like it please reblog and comment!! You can also check out my other stuff if you haven't yet. Cheers!

Botanical Interest Masterlist I Main Masterlist

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When Steve Rogers had asked you to be his girlfriend you knew there was a weight attached to it. A long talk over a stack of waffles and a couple of beers left Steve with a ‘yes’ and some ground rules.

After the incident in the alleyway you both agreed that he left his work at the door whenever you spent time together. Steve’s profession has made you uneasy since you met him and you two couldn’t avoid it forever.

A month later and you’ve managed to avoid conflict for the most part. Nothing as bold as that day in the alley, just small moments where he’d have to take a phone call, once when he had to cancel your plans for a ‘work incident’. But still he really was trying to keep his work and personal life separate and you appreciated it.

It had bothered you that he had to do those things but it’s not as though your work hadn’t impacted your time together either. Being a florist meant a lot of late nights when you worked events. Wedding season in full swing, every weekend was a busy one for you.

That’s why Monday’s have become almost sacred to you, your one day off a week. You and Steve always spent time together, sometimes you’d go out or stay home and just relax.

This Monday Steve had promised to come over and make you dinner. He’d only ever tried to cook for you once and it had ended with a lasagna burnt so badly you had to open every window in the apartment just to get the charred smell out. You couldn’t wait for him to redeem himself and take him to bed after you both came out of your food comas.

You were cleaning the kitchen when you heard your phone buzz. You had asked Steve if he wanted you to pick up any groceries since you had the day off. Expecting a list you were met with mild disappointment.

Running a little late, doll. 6:30 and not a minute later, I promise. Don’t worry about groceries. I'll get it all taken care of, just enjoy your day off.

You were kinda miffed but at least he gave you a heads up and he was going to get the groceries. You picked your sponge back up and scrubbed away at the counter.

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Expecting to be let down, you were pleasantly surprised when 6:30 rolled around and your doorbell sounded. You buzzed him up and waited patiently for him at your door.

Steve appeared as he rounded the corner and he looked exhausted, irritated maybe. He carried a lot of tension in his shoulders and his suit jacket was long gone. His tie was undone and his sleeves were rolled up to where you could see well toned forearms. You bit your lip thinking of those arms holding you in place in bed.

Maybe we should just ditch the dinner and skip straight to dessert.

He approached you and you leaned up to give him a kiss.

“Hi, honey. How are you?” You greeted him as you shut the door behind you.

He set the groceries down onto the counter with some force and you winced. Okay so he did have a rough day. Do I ask him about it? I don’t wanna talk about his work but I don’t want him to feel like he can’t talk to me about his day.

He sighed and turned to face you, took his tie off completely and ran a hand through his hair.

“Don’t worry about it” he responded as he took a beer out of your fridge.

You were off-put by the abruptness of his answer. Maybe he was just short with you because he didn’t want to talk about work.

You stepped closer and tried to approach him again.

“I-“

“I said don’t worry about it.” Steve snapped, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and swiped the screen, visibly annoyed. “I gotta take this”. He slammed the door to your bathroom shut behind him and left you stunned in the middle of your kitchen.

What just happened? You had never seen him so upset aside from when you caught him mid-punch a month ago with Mr. Andersen.

Realistically you knew it wasn’t you he was mad at but you’d never done well with people when they were mad at you. You were engaged years ago to a man that was abusive towards you. Things had started off well like they always do but he became manipulative and he was quick to anger. You were constantly questioned and criticized. He kept you from seeing your friends, even some of your family. It took your friends coming through for you to get you out of the situation safely. Through lots of therapy and flinging yourself headfirst into your business you’ve come a long way but sometimes you had difficult moments.

It couldn’t be helped as your heart began to quicken and you felt heat come to your face from the embarrassment of being snapped at. Unsure what to do you poured yourself a glass of wine and sat down at your small dining table facing away from the bathroom.

You were trying to get yourself to not shut down in response to his change in mood but it was hard. He’s upset and clearly irritated with me already, he probably just wants to go home. Maybe you should just reschedule. Don’t cry, if you cry you’re gonna make it a whole Thing. Don’t cry. He’s not mad at you specifically and it’s not your fault.

In the torrent of your thoughts you didn’t hear the bathroom door open. Steve hadn’t spared you a glance or a word as he started unloading the groceries. Angrily placing a jar of pasta sauce onto your counter with a thud and muttering under his breath. You watched him timidly and took another sip of your wine.

He turned to you and took another swig of his beer.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that? What did I do?” He challenged.

Not wanting him to be upset with you, you devolved into old ways of over-explaining so you could justify your actions. Somewhere in the back of your mind, the rational part was telling you it’s not your fault he’s angry and you don’t owe an explanation but you were too far gone.

“I, I just, you didn’t do anything you just, um, you just looked upset. I don’t want to make it worse, I’m sorry. I was just looking at you, I didn’t mean to-”

You were cut off in the midst of your nervous rambling by the shrill ring of Steve’s phone. A frustrated growl escaped his mouth.

“I have to take this,” he muttered as he strode back to the bathroom. “I told you not to call me until you had it fixed” you heard him before the closing of the door muffled his anger.

He left you there to stew in your nervousness and self loathing. Five minutes had gone by and the rational part of your brain was slowly taking over. The rational part of your brain was angry. It’s okay for him to have a bad day and not want to talk about it but the way he’s spoken to you and responded to you isn’t warranted. You needed to confront him calmly and if he was still angry you needed to ask him to leave. You can talk to him another time but not while he’s angry. It won’t do anyone any good. Just like you’ve talked about in therapy.

You rehearsed the lines in your head and finished your glass. You heard the door open again and almost threw everything you had been going over in your head out the window. Just breathe. It’s fine, he calmed down so quickly after that time in the alley, he’ll understand.

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Steve was angry. With Clint for getting the dates of Pierce’s arrival wrong, with Sam for failing to get the recon they needed to get the drop on him. Even angrier with Bucky for taking all of this out on him when it wasn’t even his fault. But most of all he was angry with himself for letting his work get in the way of your time together. He promised you undivided attention and you deserved it.

He knew how important your day off was to you and after the day he’d been having he couldn’t wait to just come back to you. He just wanted to make some decent spaghetti and melt the worries of his day off with your embrace. He craved the physical comfort he got from you after a long day. The feeling of endlessly sinking into your arms while you held him in bed allowed him to be the vulnerable one for once. He never felt comfortable enough with any of the other women he’d dated to even entertain the idea of being the little spoon.

He always suspected that who he was at work was almost the only reason any of the other women had even gone out with him. Who he was at work was almost a front for the art-loving, touch-starved, hopeless-romantic that he was when he let himself relax. They’d all just wanted this big burly man who was always in charge, a walking wall of muscle and testosterone that they had seen and heard of him to be when he was on the job. But when he was on his own time he just wanted to feel comfort more than anything.

He just wanted to melt into you.

That’s why he was eager to get to you today but the constant calls were cutting him to his last nerve. Bucky was out with Natasha and her parents so he specifically asked not to be called. Being the boss, Bucky was not to be bothered. Being second in command, Steve was.

When he hung up with Clint he exited the bathroom and walked straight past you without a word, knowing you didn’t want to hear about work and talking about it would just make him angrier. He started unloading the grocery bag with maybe a bit more vigor than was necessary.

Remembering he had opened a beer that was probably warm by now he turned to you and grabbed it off the table you were sat at. At this moment he looked up and you had this look on your face he couldn’t quite place. He wanted to know what was up so he asked but you just ended up stammering out a response that didn’t make much sense.

He was trying to listen to you, he really was but he just couldn’t work around this building anger, couldn’t let it go. So of course his phone rings again. And of course he takes it. Excusing himself and locking the bathroom door behind him again he was already forming how to lay into his men on the other line without raising his voice and alarming you too much.

“I told you not to call me unless you had it fixed” he seethed into the receiver. Steve pounded his fist against the porcelain of your sink in aggravation. “I’m not fucking coming down there tonight. I shouldn’t have to be taking fucking phone calls to solve this kinda shit when I’m with my girl. Lose their tail, re-track them, and we’ll deal with the rest in the morning. Don’t call me again unless someone fucking gets shot”, Steve hung up abruptly and took a deep breath.

He wasn’t even sure what he was going to say to you so he just waited a minute to collect himself. He took another deep breath and readied himself to go back to you.

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You were sitting quietly at the table, silently digging your nails into your palm as you tensed your fist. Steve had exited the bathroom and taken a seat across from you. You decided to see if he’d speak first and waited.

A beat of silence and you sighed deeply, readying yourself to talk to him like you’d planned.

“Steve, I understand you’re having a bad day and it’s probably work related. That being said, just because you’re mad at someone else doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me” You blew out a shaky breath, wanting to finish before you lost your nerve and before he interjected. You didn’t dare make eye contact. Only stared at his hands on the table in front of you.

“If- if you’re mad don’t take it out on me, and if you feel like you can’t control that anger I don’t want you around me while you feel that way. If you want to talk through it or just work past it then I’m here. But if you’re going to snap at me again and just be mad then you need to leave. It’s not fair to me.”

I’m pretty sure Dr. Danforth would be fucking proud of me right now. Straight to the point but respectful, just like we talked about. And even if Steve’s mad, you’re in control. You’re doing great.

You braved a peek at his face at this point and he looked stunned himself. He’s probably never been spoken to like that in his life, being the second in command and all. You watched his brows bunch together in what you hoped was thought and not frustration for you and waited for him to speak.

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Oh. Steve was a little struck by what you’d said. Have I been that bad? She’s shaking like a leaf, of course I must have been that bad. He’d had no idea that he even snapped at you, that’s how wrapped up in his own business and his head he was. He never meant to take it out on you, didn’t even realize he had. Sometimes it was like he was so deep into his work life he couldn’t take himself out of it. But he wanted to try, for you.

He remained silent while he pulled the chair across from you out and took a seat. He looked up to meet your gaze only to find you staring at your hands. You were digging your nails into your palms so he brought one large warm hand to cover yours and brought the other up to your face gently to get you to look at him. You flinched away from him and he felt another strike of surprise, but also maybe a hint of shame. Is she afraid of me? Normally Steve likes when people are afraid of him, makes his job easier, but he’d never want that from you.

“Sweetheart”, Steve’s voice was just above a whisper when you finally looked up at him.

“I’m… sorry, that’s really it I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I didn’t even realize I did.” He apologized.

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You could feel your tears subsiding and finally brought yourself to look at him. He looked just as exhausted before, just a little bit more sad. You imagined it was probably easy for him to get swept up in who he was at work so it must be hard to separate himself from it since it requires so much from him. You don’t want him to feel bad for being upset, you just want him to be more aware of himself and to not take things out on you.

“Steve, I know we said you wouldn’t talk about work when we’re together but I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me if you have a bad day. Maybe you can keep it vague but I don’t want you to feel like you can’t say anything or be yourself, unless of course you don’t want to, I don’t want to force you to talk about anything either. When you snapped at me I just sorta shut down” You explained.

Steve seemed to be processing your words and forming a response when he took your hand in his to stop your nails from ripping into your palms like they often do. He nodded and took a breath.

“You have no idea how much it means to hear that from you, thank you. Just for the record, I never feel like I can’t be myself with you, it’s opposite, really. When I’m with you I get to drop all that bullshit at the door. Girls in the past have just wanted me because I was scary but seeing the way you flinched just now, I don’t ever want you to feel scared of me.” Steve confessed.

Maybe it’s time to tell him about the engagement, let him know where you’re coming from. You blew out a shaky breath and looked away from him again.

“I, um, I’m not scared of you. Years ago I was engaged to a man and things were really bad, he was really bad. I’m not ready to talk about all of it but that’s why I shut down on you when you snapped. I’ve been through a lot of therapy and I’m still working on it, but I’m not afraid of you. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, it’s… kind of a sore subject” you admitted.

Steve’s nostrils flared and his grip on your hand tightened a little but you could tell he was trying everything he could to school his features and reply to you.

“I… didn’t know that I’m sorry.” he said as he ran his thumb over your knuckles. “If you ever wanna talk about it more, I’m here. And if you don’t, I understand.”

You stood from your chair and came around behind him to throw your arms around his neck. You kissed his cheek and rested your head against his.

“Thank you for listening and apologizing. I forgive you. And if you wanna talk about your day then I’m here.” You assured him.

Steve turned his head to capture your lips in a soft kiss which you reciprocated. Steve stood to his full height without breaking the kiss and brought his hands up to frame your face. The warmth was comforting again to you. Your tongue slipped into his mouth and he elicited the softest of sighs before returning your passion.

He broke the kiss while his hands explored your curves. “I want to make it up to you, will you let me do that, sweetheart?” he asked.

You could only look up at him with eyes blown wide with lust and affection. You nodded and he kissed you swiftly before leading you to your bedroom. You were holding his hand when he let go and softly urged you backwards onto the bed. You obliged and soon he was on top of you laying feather-light kisses to the column of your neck.

Your hands mussed his hair and smoothed out the tension in his shoulders as you held onto him. He kissed his way lower and lifted up the hem of our shirt and kissed his way back up to your breasts. You sat up slightly and took off your top and unhooked your bra, letting it fall before throwing it to the side. Steve took turns taking your nipples between his teeth and teasing them, licking and kissing them. He knew it always made you squirm and would build the anticipation before you could even touch him.

“Steve, please.” You whined.

Wordlessly he kissed and bit his way lower and undid your shorts. You arched your back to help him remove them along with your panties. Steve wasted no time and administered the smallest of licks to your clit. You gasped slightly at the feeling when you felt two fingers prodding your entrance before going in. Your body was getting accustomed to the initial wave of pleasure brought on by Steve’s movement and slowly you ground your hips against his hand and cried out softly.

Normally Steve would never let that fly, he was always so controlling and dominant in bed but tonight was different. Tonight was soft and he was making it up to you, showing his love in a physical way. So he let you push him deeper and raise your hips just so to reach the perfect angle. You felt yourself tighten around him and this is the point he usually slows down just to drag things out but your loud cries only fueled him as he doubled his efforts. With a final cry you came around his fingers, white heat blinding your vision momentarily.

You caught your breath and looked down at Steve. His beard was absolutely drenched and he sucked his fingers clean. You could almost cum again just from the sight of it. He wiped his mouth on a tissue before returning to you to give you a kiss. You tasted yourself on him but you didn’t care, you just wanted his mouth on yours. You felt his erection pressing against your thighs and it had you squirming all over again. You reached to undo his belt when he stopped you.

“This night is supposed to be about you, doll. I’ll be fine” He protested.

You shook your head at him. “I want you, all of you. Please, Steve”, you begged.

He nodded and undid his belt. You helped undress and when he was finally naked you felt the rush of heat to your core all over again, an itch you couldn’t scratch. You laid back further on the bed and soon he was above you, face inches from yours and one arm at the side of your head.

His cock nudged against your core and entered slowly to stretch you out. You moaned deeply and when he was all the way in he kissed you passionately and began moving. It didn’t take much for him to pick up the pace as he started to fuck you. He swore under his breath at the feeling of you.

“You’re so, so, good sweetheart. So fuckin’ good.” He praised.

His words made you keen as you let the feeling of him making love to you take you over completely. His lips grazed yours in between grunts and he moved one hand to your clit while the other cradled the back of your head. You held onto his shoulders tightly and sobbed out pleas for him to keep going. His thrusts picked up speed and so did his hand. You were so close to the edge and you could feel he was too.

“I love you” he panted out before his hips lunged forward into you one last time before he came inside of you.

The shock of his confession and his work on your clit triggered your second orgasm. It was powerful and had you clawing his back and gasping in pleasure. He’d never said that before. Did he mean it? You looked to him for the answer but his lips caught yours as he gave a few last lazy thrusts. He finally collapsed to your side and was heaving to catch his breath.

You both laid there basking in the afterglow of the makeup sex for a few minutes. You turned on your side to look at him. He was so perfect like this, so at ease.

“Did you.. Mean it? What you said?” You questioned nervously. You really wanted him to mean it.

He turned slowly to look at you and he was blushing. “Yeah, I did. I know it’s kind of soon and you don’t have to say it back, but I couldn’t help it. I love you” he confided.

“I love you too, I’m not just saying it cause I feel like I have to, I love you Steve Rogers. All of you.” you assured him.

The softest of kisses was laid on your lips. This moment with him was perfect.

“I can’t believe you love me. I’m so sorry about earlier. I feel so comforted when I’m with you, the last thing I want is to lose you. I promise I will do everything I can to never be like your ex. Ever. If I’m being a dick I want you to tell me,” He apologized again.

You were about to respond when his stomach let out the loudest groan. You both laughed as you sat up.

“I did promise you dinner. Unburned this time!” Steve pledged as he helped you gather up your clothes.

“That’s a promise I’m going to hold you to, Rogers.”