#one day i will be normal about this sort of thing

[hrrtshape]

shifting is just picking what happens to you (or, read this if you're confused about shifting and a person who has shifted over ten times will explain it...hopefully).

it's just your mind moving into different experiential realities based on what you're aligned with at any given second.

you are already doing it. constantly. every time you make a decision, change your opinion, react to something differently, you are mentally stepping into a different version of your life.

you pick tea instead of coffee, you're now in the branch where you drank tea.

you believe you're bad at maths, you're now living the sequence where that belief colours your whole experience of maths.

you decide "i'm lucky" and actually internalise it, you start living out a reality structured by that assumption.

shifting is not special. it's literally just continuous relocation of consciousness through choice and belief, tiny or huge.

most people shift so microscopically they don't notice. they call it "change," "growth," "bad luck," "mood swings," but really it's just consciousness slipping sideways into another experiential stream where the variables are a little different.

big shifting, like waking up in another reality, is just doing that same thing but deliberately, with intent, with commitment.

instead of unconsciously slipping into a slightly different branch because you chose a different lunch, you are consciously saying:

"ok. now i experience myself in this completely different set of conditions."

and your brain, because it is literally a data-processing organ, not a fixed meat box, accepts it when you make it real enough to override old data. are you still with me !?!?!?

you shift every second based on decisions, reactions, beliefs.

most shifts are small, unnoticed, cumulative. "big" shifts are just conscious, deliberate relocations into drastically different experiential data. it's not magic. it's normal. it's mechanical. it's the default setting of existence.

every moment you're experiencing a version of your life.

it's not THEE life. it's A life, the one you're tuned into right now based on what you expect, believe, and focus on.

when you shift, you're just moving into a different version of your life experience.

not a new world. not a portal. not a dream.

just a different set of experiences your mind is capable of locking onto, like changing playlists.

you do it already, every time you change your mind, act differently, even notice something new.

you're not jumping through dimensions like a marvel movie, you're just moving your awareness into a slightly or hugely different path that was always accessible.

small shifts = when you start liking sushi after hating it.

big shifts = when you wake up and the whole setup feels different because you deliberately chose a new pattern to lock into.

your experiences are flexible. your mind moves through them automatically. deliberate shifting is just taking the wheel.

now, for "big" shifts.

getting into the big shifts, or living in a completely different setup, starts with the same process as the small ones: some sort of belief and assumption.

if you're shifting into a different experience, whether that's hogwarts, a marvel universe, or a whole new version of your life, it's because you choose to believe that it's possible. just like you decide you're lucky or bad at maths, you decide you're already living in that new life.

it's not about waiting for something to "happen" or needing a cosmic shift. it's simply deciding that this new life is what you are now aligning with.

the key to big shifts is assumption.

you've been shifting already, but the experience you're living in right now is the one your mind is locked into. to get to something drastically different, you just need to fully assume that it's yours. it's like deciding what you're going to eat for lunch. one day it's pasta, the next it's sushi.

it doesn't need to be a complicated, mystical process. you just shift your awareness by choosing the assumption that the new setup is already happening for you.

why it's possible to wake up in a different world or timeline: your brain doesn't care if you're imagining or physically experiencing something, it will treat both as equally real.

once you decide that this new life is your life, your brain accepts it. you're not "leaving" one world and going to another, you're simply locking into a different path that was always available.

everything already exists. it's just a matter of tuning your mind to it.

once you assume it's possible, it's like pressing play on a movie. you commit to the experience, and your brain accepts it because it's designed to process whatever you focus on as reality.

the difference between a small shift and a big one is the depth of your focus and how much you align with that new assumption. the more you assume you're in this new reality, the more real it feels.

how to get there

stop looking at the shift as something you need to "arrive" at or wait for. it's happening now.

you don't need to fight your current experience; you just need to choose to experience the new one. you get there by focusing on the new belief, like a switch, but it's not a sudden jolt. it's a steady, quiet shift of awareness that says: this is my life now.

and the result: your mind doesn't draw boundaries between worlds. once you decide to step into a different version of your life, all that's required is the commitment to live inside it.

the reason it works with fantasy worlds, with totally different setups, is that your mind knows no limits. if you can think it and fully believe it's yours, it is yours. shifting is just you consciously moving into another path you've decided to live out.

why don't i see it? (aka why is my world not changing)

(i will copy and paste something i said previously, but it is 100% applicable here)

our brain files things under "real" and "not real" as if it's got an actual authority on the matter. but. it doesn't have any proof.

your brain doesn't have eyes. now i know you'll say that you do.

but what do your eyes actually do? they see things. cool. but . your eyes don't see truth. they see whatever your brain tells them is real.

example: ever woken up from a dream and for a few seconds, you still thought it was real? fully convinced? because your brain believed it, so your eyes went along with it. your heart raced, your hands shook, maybe you even felt pain. all from something that wasn't real.

or ever had deja vu? where you swear something has happened before, but you know it hasn’t? again. your brain is filling in gaps. deciding what's real for you.

so when you say, i know i'm in my cr because i can see it, what you’re really saying is, i know i'm in my cr because my brain is telling me i am.

but your brain is just following a script. one it's been running since birth. what happens when you stop following it? when you stop taking its word for it?

when you ask what if i already shifted? your brain freezes. because it doesn't actually know. it just assumes. and when it starts to doubt itself, that's when you slip through.

how do you break out of it: stop trying to make reality change. assume it already has. sit in the knowing that you are already where you want to be. no proving, no waiting, no searching. just accepting. reality bends to what you accept as fact.

the only thing keeping you in your cr is that you keep assuming it's real.

why some people shift easily and some don't:

it's not because some people are chosen or have magic brains. it's not because they "tried harder" or found a secret method. it's because some people assume they've already done it, and some keep looking around for proof.

when you're still checking, doubting, testing, your mind is holding onto the idea that you're not there yet.

even if you're doing all the techniques right, if the feeling underneath. it is "i'm trying to shift" instead of "i already have," you're holding the experience of waiting, not having.

people who wake up in their drs didn't stay stuck in the "trying" mindset.

it's not about how badly you want it. it's about whether you accept it without needing anything outside of you to confirm it.

your brain doesn't need to see it first. it needs to believe it first. seeing follows.

to the people who haven't shifted: you're not that wrong, broken, or bad at it. it's just that you're mind is still split, half believing, half checking. half stepping into it, half pulling back. and that's human. that's normal. but the second you stop needing to "see it to believe it" and start trusting the inner knowing, you'll slip through.

do you need to persist in your assumption?

technically, no.

but practically???? sometimes, yes.

here's why: shifting isn't about how hard you push. it's about what you accept as true. if you could snap into a full-body, no-doubt belief that you already shifted, right now, you wouldn't need persistence at all. you'd be done. locked in. experiencing it.

but, because most people have years of habits, doubts, conditioning, it's not always instant. the mind wants to fall back into what feels familiar.

not because it's evil. not because it's trying to sabotage you. just because that's how the brain saves energy: it runs the old script unless you feed it a new one enough times to override it.

nothing can stop you from shifting.

not your doubts. not your overthinking. not your past. not your fears. not your age. not how long you've "failed." not your mental health. not the fact that you woke up in your same bed today. not how "stuck" you feel. not your logic. not your friends, your parents, your teachers, your surroundings. not your subconscious. not the clock. not the calendar. not "missing the void." not "doing it wrong."

nothing.

because shifting isn't something you earn. it's not a reward you unlock after completing a list of tasks or becoming a better, calmer, smarter version of yourself. it's not a door guarded.

shifting is just moving your awareness to a different experience. you are the only authority. your assumption is the key, the lock, the door, the floorboards.

even your resistance can't stop it, because the second you decide, even if a part of you is screaming “this is stupid,” your mind begins tilting toward the new path.

moment by moment.

shift by shift.

breath by breath.

the only thing that delays it is believing that something can delay it.

but if you drop that???? if you stop believing anything outside of you has the power???? you move. immediately. automatically. effortlessly.

you cannot be denied access to something that was never closed. you cannot be blocked from a process that is natural to you. you cannot fail at something that is built into the way you already exist.

you shift because you decide to. that's it. that's all.

if you feel like quitting shifting, read upon this: post about quitting<3

and that's really it.

shifting isn't some cosmic lottery. it's not about waiting for a sign or chasing a feeling. it's not about methods or hours or perfect conditions.

it's just a choice. and then you live like it's true, even if everything around you still smells like your old life for a minute.

you don't owe the old version of your life anything. you don't need to explain yourself to your senses. you don't need to argue with your thoughts. you just decide and you stay decided. even when it's boring. even when it's slow. even when your brain wants to reroute you back into doubt.

the shift doesn't happen because you begged for it. the shift happens because you stopped needing permission to believe you already had it.

no chasing. no proving. no waiting. just deciding.

if you're confused about any other aspects, i have some routes for you to follow !!

how to shift

how to have successful shifts (follow up)

i said what i said and then it happened

becoming the laziest manifestor &&& shifter.

how i personally shift all the time and my own method

things that could "possibly" be stopping you and what to do about it

how to set an assumption

&my central masterlist <3

what to do with the 3d

or if you wanna hear my own experience

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

I want the LaDS boys to react when someone else accidently makes his s/o sexy gasp/moan; someone had randomly poked a spot on her back to get her attention, but it was one of her sensitive spots. Does that make sense? You can write them all or pick one.

Hands off!

Tags: LADS men x fem!Reader, established relationships, jealous LADS men, threats of violence (Rafayel’s) and slight stalking (Caleb’s), suggestive content, NSFW (Sylus’s), MDNI

An: what a wonderfully devious request, i love it.

ZAYNE

The two of you were at a fundraising banquet. The hospital was raising money for pediatric oncology treatment. While Zayne wasn't an oncologist, he made a habit to show his face at most Akso Hospital events, especially ones for a good cause.

You were surrounded by city hall representatives, nurses, doctors, and other big wigs in the healthcare industry. While you felt out of your league, Zayne assured you that he often felt out of place as well, but it was for a good cause at the end of the day.

Giving your temple a light kiss, Zayne follows one of his residents towards the small dessert table that the hospital has set up.

You busy yourself, listening to another doctor's wife prattle on about a recent trip she took to the islands recently. You nurse a glass of champagne to your lips as you're only half listening to her. Inwardly, you wonder when Zayne was going to be back.

“Ah~!” you gasp, face reddening as you jolt slightly. You spin on your heel, looking to see whoever just grazed their hand over your lower back.

You feel you skin grow hot with embarrassment as you see a fellow doctor that Zayne works closely with behind you. He's a little bit older, much old enough to know better than to touch a married woman there. "Oh, I apologize miss. I didn't mean to startle you."

Before you can even think of how to respond, you feel a presence press to your side, and you immediately recognize the smell of your husband's cologne.

"Dr. Hartford, to what do I owe the pleasure?" his stoic voice fills the space, and his hand steadily slides across your lower back until he wraps his palm conspicuously around your hip. It's subtle, but he's staking a claim over you.

"Dr. Zayne! It's so good to see you. I see this must your missus," Dr. Hartford says with a jolly smile. His cheeks and nose are red telling you one of two things: either he's embarrassed to be caught touching you while Zayne was present or he's had far too much alcohol. You decide that it was likely a combination of both factors.

"This is my wife, y/n." Zayne says as his hand imperceptibly tightens around your hip. It's not very often you get to see this more jealous side of him. "For your own benefit, Dr. Hartford, it'd be wise to keep your hands to yourself in the future. You know how... touchy HR can be about these sorts of situations."

Your eyes widen as you look up towards your husband in slight shock and awe. Only Zayne could threaten someone so professionally and look so handsome while doing so.

Now, if only you can convince him to take a few sips of champagne tonight, and you'll have yourself a good night.

RAFAYEL

Being a Lemurian meant that every one of his senses is attuned to be able to experience his beloved better. This meant he practically heard your small moan before it ever even left your lips.

His eyes search the crowd at the art exhibit he was forced to attend. You promised to stay by his side, but where were you now?

To the average person’s eye, Rafayel looks completely normal right now. Someone would even say he seems aloof, but to the people who truly know him, he’s seething with an unforeseen anger.

Once his eyes zero in on you and Thomas of all people, Rafayel feels his anger only double. He doesn’t even excuse himself away from the group of people that were talking and interviewing him about his latest painting. He walks over straight to you.

“You know, it’s not nice to touch things that aren’t yours,” he says, throwing a quick glare over at Thomas. His voice sounded lighthearted, almost like he was some petulant child who caught someone playing with his favorite toy, but you knew the truth.

Thomas’s face was already beet red. When he grabbed your side to stabilize himself, he didn’t think you were going to make that noise. He also didn’t consider that Rafayel would hear it.

You look towards your boyfriend, who is nearly pouting at you from the whole exchange, and you playfully roll your eyes. “Thomas was just trying to keep his balance. He didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Well, if my girlfriend was standing beside me, then Thomas could’ve grabbed someone else’s girlfriend, bur no, he had to grab mine,” Rafayel huffed as he turned his nose up at the two of you, putting on a show of bratty behavior.

“You’re so helpless, Rafayel.” You tease, looping your arm around his to follow him back to his painting.

“Only for you, miss bodyguard.” He then reached out a hand and drops a piece of paper onto Thomas’s extended hand. “That’s for you.”

Thomas waited until the two of you were a distance away before he slowly unfolded the small piece of paper. His eyebrows furrowed as he read the words on the paper.

I’ll kill you and paint with your remains xD

Stunned, Thomas looked back up to where you and Rafayel were. His eyebrows furrowed a little bit, wondering if Rafayel was just playing or not…

XAVIER

The moment a sharp breathy moan leaves your lips while you, Xavier, and another Hunter are out on the field, you know one thing is certain. Xavier's going to kill him.

His hand is still wrapped around your waist. He had only grabbed you to protect you from stepping in a puddle on your way towards reported wanderer activity.

Unfortunately for this poor hunter, who you thought was actually named Hunter, your waist was where you were most sensitive.

Xavier immediately spun around, and his light blade was out within milliseconds. His sapphire blue eyes narrowed as he saw where Hunter was grasping you. His jaw tightens, and you can immediately perceive the stormy look on his face.

“Hands off her,” the blonde hunter demanded. “She’s fine. She can handle herself.”

“Right— I was just.. helping her out, man. No harm; no foul,” the other hunter said as he took his hands off of you. He held his palms facing Xavier in a surrendering position.

No one in the UNICORNS knew about yours and Xavier’s budding relationship, but they were going to find out real quickly if Xavier’s jealousy kept getting the better of him.

“Y/n, you should lead,” Xavier says, ignoring Hunter’s statement. He puts you in the front of their small group, and he trails right behind you, leaving Hunter in the back.

While your back is turned, your boyfriend casually pointed his light blade towards Hunter, forcing space between him and the group. He then shot a glare that could kill over his shoulder to Hunter.

The intention was clear. Xavier was posturing. His glare said all the unspoken words that he could not. ‘Stay away. This is mine.’

The poor man didn’t even speak to you for the rest of the mission. He was way too intimidated by Xavier to even consider it. Oh well, Xavier would just have to keep you company.

SYLUS The two of you were at a couple’s massage. Well, you were getting a massage, and he got to watch with a glass of wine on the side.

When the masseuse’s fingers rubbed into your neck, targeting all the knots from stress and tension, a breathy little whimper escaped your throat.

Sylus was already having a hard enough time concealing just how much of an effect you had on him. His right ankle was propped against his left knee, and he was settled back onto the chair.

He let out a deep, rich laugh that only men with old money seemed to have.

You were clearly embarrassed, clenching your eyes shut as you profusely apologized. The masseuse tried to reassure you that it was natural, and it only meant she was doing a good job.

“Careful kitten, if you stress yourself out anymore, you’re going to need a massage for this massage,” he teased, swirling his wine glass in his glass cup.

“Oh no, that would be sooo terrible,” you responded back with sarcasm bitten into your tone.

“We all know you’re having a good time, kitten. No need to rub it in everyone’s faces.” A smirk curled on his lips as his roamed over your body, only covered with a towel.

“Shut it-!” you whined, feeling the embarrassment creep back in.

He was doing a good job at hiding it, but his pants felt extremely tight. The thought of you letting out those delicate sounds accidentally, so overwhelmed by painful pleasure…

He took another sip of his wine, and he eyed the masseuse closely. He had gotten massages from her in the past. He knew she was happily married, and he had nothing to worry about. Even if the masseuse was some single guy, he would’ve still been comfortable in his position. He knows you’re not going anywhere; he trusts you with his entire being.

Still, he watched extra closely. He now felt the need to learn how to use his hands like that. The next time you got a massage, he wanted to be the one to make you let out those noises. He also wanted to be in private, so he could bury his cock into you in peace.

CALEB

Oh, oh man… First of all, when you and Caleb first started dating, he barely let you out of arm’s length of his side. He couldn’t help it. He needed you there with him :(

However, when he finally started letting both of you do things on your own, he still had a habit of watching you.

You were going to go get drinks with a girl friend? Oh okay, that’s fine… the bar has cameras anyway :)

You needed to go to the grocery store? Caleb’s already hacked into their security system. No big deal.

You wanted to go out for a walk? Sure, Caleb would just walk a good enough distance behind you so you didn’t see him, which is exactly what was happening when he heard that small whine..

He knows that whine by heart. Hell, he’s been teasing you for years, but he’s only heard that specific whine when he’s rearranging your guts.

Subtlety be damned. He didn’t care about staying incognito whenever there was someone else who just got to hear that very, very sweet noise from your lips.

When he jogs straight up to you, he’s nearly panting but not from jogging — his pissed. The guy who had gotten you to make that noise was profusely apologizing for accidentally pulling your hair. Apparently, he saw a bug on you or something…

It didn’t matter to Caleb. Of course, he was polite, putting on a good show by laughing and teasing you. He ignored the confused looks that you threw his way.

“Yep, my girlfriend is so unaware, haha. Thanks for getting that bug off her. She hates those things,” he flashes that pretty smile that’s gotten him out of trouble for years.

While guiding you away from the man, he assures you that he was just going the same way as you because he needed to run to the market really quick for a very specific ingredient for what he was making for dinner tonight.

And of course, the kind stranger was never heard from again. If you have any information on the missing man, please contact the local authorities or the Deepspace Aviation Administration. 

[annemjw]

It’s a bit of a running joke with my team at work, but any time we have to do icebreaker stuff or meet new folk, my fun fact is that I got to work with The Muppets, and it is the absolute highlight of my career.

A few years ago the New Zealand Symphony Orchestra and Bret McKenzie hosted the Jim Henson Retrospectacle, featuring the Muppets, Fraggles, Sesame Street, and music from The Dark Crystal. My choir, Supertonic, was asked to be the choir supporting this, over the three-show engagement.

When I found out we’d been asked and could I get time off from work to do it, I basically RAN to my boss, I said I’d come in early, work late, take time off without pay, whatever she needed so I could do the rehearsals and performances. She told me to take just normal time off and that of course it was fine 😅

It’s truly one of the best things I’ve ever been able to do, and I’m been singing semi-professionally for about 20 years now.

We were told early on about how there were strict rules about the characters from the different properties not being allowed to be on stage at the same time, that there were strict rules about not touching anything, not improvising, sticking to what the producers needed to have happen.

It didn’t all go out the window (we were all very respectful of the touching! And the entries and exits kept the legal issues sorted for the copyrights or whatever) but everyone was having far too much fun for it to stay serious.

The first violinist who had the solo for The Count’s number had of course played far more difficult music, but the second they decided that they needed to have the batties come out and fly around him while he played his face lit up

The performers were absolutely lovely all the time, and had so much love and respect for what they were doing and the fact that we were all there together

We had foldback speakers as we were up and behind from the main stage (so that meant we could hear the music and the cues from the performers), and at one point one of the Henson people had a hot mic and was backstage - all of us were I think a bit worried that a façade would drop but he was just back there saying hi to people and having nice conversations

We had three sopranos who have incredible, clear, bell-like tones at a high pitch and who had a solo for the Dark Crystal part of the set. The look on everyone’s faces the first time we ran that and they sang - our country’s national orchestra and people who had worked all over the world with incredible performers - whipping around to hear that because it was so beautiful

The did a bit with Man or Muppet where they had had a Bret Muppet made, so you had Bret, Walter the Muppet, and a Bret Muppet - but they needed a Walter human, so they asked our Director of Music to do it, and act and sing with them on the fly (he’s an incredible bass singer, and absolutely nailed the acting, our friends who came to see us lost their minds)

Every performance started with Rainbow Connection, and the lights would fall on Kermit and Bret and the banjo would start and the crowd would collectively gasp and go ‘aww’, and then crack-up laughing that they’d all done it. All three performances!

There was a person working at the venue who was a woman probably in her early 20s, who was running around doing stage stuff and generally just her job - and they literally needed an extra hand for some puppetting (including the batties!) so she got to just. Perform as a puppeteer with The Muppets for a few days

One performance, there was an older gentleman near the front with I think his grandkids, and I happened to look at him just before Big Bird entered for the first time, and his face just transformed to that of a five-year-old’s and I saw him mouth ‘oh, Big Bird!’ at her, which makes me cry even now

Animal (he’s my favourite) got to play in the Timpani section (the percussion but of the orchestra), with a gong, and all the percussionists treated him like a respected colleague and hero - for all I know he was probably an inspiration for them - and we were right above them so they got us to do a bit about the gong being sooooo loud, it was a joy

It was the best thing I’ve ever done, I think. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. They’re a delight and actual magic.

[for some reason my copy edits didn’t save so uh, fixed now, whoops!]

Reblog if, no matter the size of the role, you would agree to work with the Muppets if offered the chance to do so, no questions asked

[zlut4rina]

I NEED YOUR THOUGHTS ON BOTTOM GISELLE

This but she's also fucking around with her best friend :P and the bsf is also g!p

Parirings: Giselle x G!p!Femreader

Warnings: Drugs and Alcohol use, unprotected sex, slight oral mention, holy plot 💔, Uh yea 👅

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You and giselle met in uni. You both had mutual friends, and one day, they decided to all group up and hang out. You were quite the shy and reserved person, so speaking to a new group of people was like a death wish. Giselle approached you first, drink in hand, and a big smile on her face. She reeked of alcohol, and was that maybe a hint of weed? Who knows? Honestly, you could hardly remember what happened that night, especially after meeting her. You were too intoxicated to even comprehend what happened the next morning, still hungover. After that night, you both grew closer. You told each other any and everything. Your mutual friend would make silly remakes about how connecting you two was a bad idea.

And to be honest, it was. You guys went everywhere together, you did everything together, and you two were like the ideal friendship everyone wished that they had. Despite her chic and bad girl demeanor and style, she was a completely different person when it came to sex. You two told each other about your sex stories all the time. You didn't have much since you never really liked socializing. But giselle practically had bedtime stories for you every night. At some point, she stopped doing that. She stopped fucking around, it's been a while since you heard one of her outrageous sex stories. Anytime you'd ask her about it, she'd brush you off, saying, "It's just not my style anymore" or how she needs to focus on other things.

Her true reason being was because of you. She couldn't stop herself from having disgusting lewd thoughts about you, especially after she found out about you little 'secret'. The day you told her you had a dick flipped a switch in her brain. That was all she could think about that night. Even though she hooked up with some guy, she could only imagine how yours felt. You were so oblivious to this that it actually turned her on sometimes. The way she would purposely sit in your lap a certain way, just to fulfill a small part of her fantasies. The way she would grind on your lap just a little, masking it as her 'Trying to get comfortable'.

Your stupidity brought her to her breaking point. One night in your doorm, you two were played up cuddling, watching some drama on your laptop. A random surge of boldness ignited in her, her hand that was rested on your chest slowly made its way down under the covers cupping your bulge. You both were only in your underwear. You both established that it was fine to be dressed like that since you're so close.

And you know, one thing led to another. And here she is, back arching for you, face buried deep into the pillow soaked of her tears and the drool from her mouth. You never thought this day would come. Honestly, I mean, you dreamed about it sure, but for it to actually come true was insane. Take this opportunity to fuck her raw without a condom, only cause she asked so nicely. Your fingers digging into the flesh on her hips. Trying to keep as quiet as you could, drawing orgasm after orgasm from each other. By the time you both were completely fucked out, you both looked like you survived some sort of war. Both of you bitten and bruised, the sheets drenched in mixed fluids. After that night fucking your best friend become such a normal thing, obviously you couldn't tell anyone about it though. But of course some of your friends got a little suspicious.

"You two always go home so early. It's like your dating or something."

You weren't necessarily dating, nor were you necessarily NOT dating. It was complicated, but in a good way. You didn't mind getting to fuck the pretties girl on campus whenever you wanted. Having her all to yourself was like a dream you never wanted to wake from. Giselle would wear skimpy, slutty outfits when going out just for you to ruin her in.

"So that's why you wore this, huh? Just for my attention?" You were balls deep inside her. A handful of her hair in your grasp, as you pounded her from behind. "You're so dirty, baby." You whispered into her ear, nipping at it. Giselle is a backshot warrior. Like omfg, the first couple of times you twocdid it, she would always want you to bend her over. You loved it too, the sight of her back angled so perfectly for you, ugh to die for. The way she whines into the pillow when you hit 'that spot' repeatedly. Her nails would be scattered all over your bed with how hard she was gripping the sheets. Her makeup stained your pillow once again.

Everyone thinks she's such a badass and takes the lead with everything she does, just not in all casses. The second she's with you behind closed doors, she's like putty. She's immediately on her knees, ready for her instructions on how to please you. Sucking you off with the prettiest hooded eyes. Her lipstick smudged on her lips as mascara ran down her face. She'd stick her tongue out and place it on the bottom on your tip as you shoot loads into her mouth, some of it hitting her nose and teeth. You weren't usually rough with her unless she'd as or she'd done something to rile that up in you. Spitting in her mouth and pulling her head back by her hair, demanding she swallow it. gulp

She absolutely loved it when you're rough with her, too. Making you upset at an outing, and the only way to calm you down is if she's bent over and taking your full length. Crying your name out as you handle her body roughly. Saying she deserves this for being bad and how she wanted this. "Don't tell me you can't handle it, princess." Meanwhile, she's literally struggling to even breathe against the soaked pillow. Her hair is a complete mess, sticking to her face from all the sweat. So, of course, you have to help her out. Taking a handle full of it and pulling her head back. While saying the dirtiest things to each other all night.

That's usually how most of your nights went. Bending her over or having her on her knees, you got whatever you wanted out of her. She's your best friend, that's what best friends do, right? They take care of each other's needs.

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[trippinsorrows]

dreamland: twisters

authors note: i can't remember or find which ask, but at some point, we discussed aroha interrupting roso's shower time. that inspired this lil oneshot.

hope you enjoy!

warnings: super light sexy time.

words: 3.2k

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“These damn kids are giving me all this gray hair.”

Solana looks over her shoulder to see her husband inspecting his salt and pepper beard in their bathroom mirror. 

Rolling her eyes, she walks over and hugs him from behind, kissing the back of his tatted shoulder. “Baby, you were starting to go gray when I married you.”

Something she's always loved about him and found attractive. One of many things she loves about him and still finds attractive.

At a truth he cannot deny, Roman instead opts for rationalization. “Yeah, well they’re not fucking helping.”

Giggling, she steps away to pull her shirt over her head. “Whatever you say, mi amor. Whatever you say.” Solana continues to remove her clothes until she’s left in nothing but skin, walking over to their massive walk-in shower, stepping in and twisting the knob to turn on the water. She plays around with the temperature as Roman also undresses, shortly joining her right as the temperature settles into her preferred number.

Turning around, she sees Roman hissing, bringing a small smile to her face. “All these years later, and you still like to damn near burn us.”

She giggles, reaching her arms up and around his neck. “And you’re still just as dramatic.” Connecting their lips for a kiss, Solana feels his hands moves down to her ass, pulling her against him, his flaccid penis pressed against her stomach. Breathing into his mouth, water drenching both of them, she whispers, “you know it’s been a couple days…”

He makes a sound, squeezing her ass. “Too long.”

Smiling against him, she reminds what he already knows, “all the kids are down for bed, too.”

“Hmm.” He hums, starting to back her against the closest wall, his finger trailing from her backside to her front, fingers ghosting over the short curls on her apex. “What should we do then?”

Solana gasps, eyes fluttering shut as she gently bites down on his bottom lip. “You tell me.”

Roman’s groan is followed up with him quickly turning her around, Solana’s mouth dropping open at being pressed against the shower wall, his strong, wet body pushed up behind her, the feel of his hardening dick on the small of her back.

“I have a couple ideas,” he murmurs, pressing open mouthed kisses on the back of her neck, trailing down her back, his hand moving to spread her thighs.

“Baby…” She moans, fingers scraping the wall. “Please.”

His deep voice chuckles, mouth atop her ass, hand spreading her cheeks. “Please what, sweetheart?”

She groans, forehead against the wall, the shower doors steamed all around them and not just from the humidity of the shower. 

“Roman—”

Her eyes begin to shut once more when three, hard, successive knocks completely pull both herself and her husband from the moment. “Mommy! Daddy!”

Solana turns around, Roman now standing up, his eyes shut from obvious irritation. 

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Solana clears her throat and manages the best normal tone one can achieve in that sort of situation. “What’s wrong, Roro?”

Another question versus an answer followed by the door being jiggled, hence why both Roman and Solana opted years ago to make sure that that damn bathroom door stays locked no matter what. “What are you guys, doing?”

“Nothing, now.” 

Solana casts a small glare to Roman’s back, his body now turned away from her, hands on the shower wall as he works to calm himself. 

“Baby, what do you need?”

Solana already has a good idea, but there’s a small part of her that’s hoping it’s not that, even though she knows exactly what that is. “Can I sleep with you?”

At that, Roman breaks his silence. “No, Roro, you’ve already slept with us twice this week.”

There’s an emphasis on the twice and understandably so. The parents have been working to help their youngest sleep in her own bed more nights than not, given a recent increase over the past few months of Aroha finding her way into their bedroom—and bed—in the middle of the night.

One of the methods to deter this has been limiting her sleeping with them to two nights a week, and as she’s already utilized both, her “freebies” are all gone. 

Not that she really cares about that.

“But, daddy—”

“No, Aroha.” Roman stands ten toes down, clearly dedicated to the agreement they all made and she was “okayish” with at the time. “Now, go to your room, and go back to bed. We’ll see you in the morning.” 

Naturally, Roro goes for her emergency line. “Mommy!”

Unfortunately, it’s a no-go, as both parents are on the same page. “You heard your daddy, Aroha. Go back to sleep, mija.”

An expected whine, protest, and stomp from outside the door followed by the sound disappearing altogether, signifying her departure. 

Roman still braced against the wall, Solana moves to stand behind and hug him. “You think we were too hard on her?” She feels him tense under her, prompting her to mumble a quiet ‘sorry.”

Poor choice of words.

He sighs. “She has to learn, babe. We don’t get this under control, she’ll be sleeping with us until she’s 10, and we can’t have that.” 

Solana is the one to sigh this time. He’s right. She knows he’s right. It’s just difficult, because all of their kids, sans Koa and Kai, have all gone through some phase like this, wanting to sleep with them. Especially the OG’s. But, that was often limited to when one parent was out of town, or Leya’s OCD was particularly bad. It’s also never been as frequent as it’s been with Aroha these past few months.  

They’re doing what’s necessary.

Dancing her fingers down his glistening back, Solana attempts to revive the mood. “I think…I think she’s gone now.”

Roman chuckles underneath her, prompting her smile to grow. 

If only it wasn’t temporary. 

“Roro, get out of our rooms!”

The sound of Kai yelling angrily pulls both mother and father from their attempt as husband and wife time. 

Solana shuts her eyes as Roman knocks his head against the wall. 

“I’m not in your room!" Aroha shouts back, mother and father practically able to see the the cave of her brows and scowl that’s 100% Roman. 

“Yes, you are!” Koa disputes, also something that can be visualized as an annoyed outburst through a closed door.

“No, I’m not!” Another staunch defense followed by an explanation. “I’m waiting for Tama!”

At that, Roman and Solana frown. What does she want with Tama?

Finally realizing and accepting the moment is long gone, Roman straightens, Solana backing away from him as he goes to shut off the shower. “Every fucking time…”

“Baby…” She warns, the two exiting their shared shower and drying off as much as possible before throwing their clothes back on, Roman the first to unlock and head out. 

She blows out a breath, not far behind him as they walk into the boys wing of the house to see Aroha standing in the middle of the hall, holding her "blankie" and stuffed bear, clearly upset. Koa and Kai stand in the doorway of their respective rooms that are right across from each other. 

Roman places his hands on his hips. “Aroha, what are you doing?”

She pouts, pointing to Koa but speaking of both. “They’re being mean to me!”

“No, we’re not,” Koa scoffs, looking over at his parents, pointing to his sister. “She’s bothering us.”

Aroha doesn’t skip a beat, protesting. “No, I’m not!”

“Yes, you are!” 

“Enough,” Roman’s deep voice travels the hall, silencing the three of them. A heavy sigh leaving him as he moves to kneel in front of a clearly upset Aroha. “Baby, what’s wrong?” His voice is lowered and softer, clearly recognizing what Solana is also seeing is more than just her wanting to sleep with them.

Aroha pouts, answering in a soft voice as she clutches her teddy bear. “I wanna sleep with Tama, but he’s in the bathroom.”

Solana frowns. “Still?” Her oldest son was in the shower about half an hour before she and Roman got in. “What’s he doing in there?”

At that, Koa and Kai snicker, muttering, “you don’t wanna know.”

Her frown deepens. 

What does that mean?

However, Roman remains focused on the issue at hand. “Why do you want to sleep with Tama?”

She starts to sniffle, signifying tears are coming. “He said he’d protect me from the twisties.” 

Now, Roman is frowning. “Twisties? What are twisties?”

She sniffles once more, pointing up, voice high and soft, “the things from the sky that suck people up and make them go bye bye.” Her explanation is both clarifying and confusing, as she shakes her head. “I don’t want them to come get me.”

It’s that last sentence along with her gaze dropping to the ground, face turning red that puts the last piece together. “You’re scared…”

One more sniffle followed by her face turning up into a frown, and then the waterworks. Roman quickly pulls her into his arms right as she begins to cry loudly. “It’s okay, baby,” he comforts, kissing her temple and walking her over to Solana. 

Aroha continues to sob as Solana takes her, also kissing and comforting her. She shoots her husband a glance, an unspoken, “I’ve got her,” as she turns to take their youngest to the master bedroom, clearly to get her settled. 

Roman waits until he hears the door close to turn around, jaw clenching and flexing as he looks at his two youngest sons. “You—” He points to Kai. “And you—” Then, Koa. “In the kitchen.”

Expected protests. “But, dad–”

“Now.” Roman’s tone leaves no room for protest as he moves down the hall, banging on Tama’s bathroom door. 

“What the he—”

“Get your ass downstairs in the kitchen now.” Another statement of finality. Roman then moves over to the girls wing of the house, banging on Lina’s door, waiting to hear her groans on the other end before he directs her. “Get up. Wake up Aria, and go to the kitchen.” 

Roman last hears the sound of his eldest daughter groaning and cursing before he heads toward the staircase when he sees Leya’s door open. 

She frowns, rubbing her eyes. “Daddy, what’s going on?”

Roman walks over and cups her face. “Nothing.” His voice is gentler, eyes softening. “Something I need to handle with your siblings. You didn’t do anything wrong, baby. Go back to sleep.”

Because if there’s one thing he knows for certain, it’s that if Leya was somehow involved, she was surely the one trying to talk her brothers and sisters out of it. She’s not complicit, therefore, she doesn’t need to be a part of this.

Leya, understandably, looks confused but simply nods with a quiet ‘okay,’ heading back to bed and closing the door behind her. 

Roman takes another deep breath before heading down the steps and into the kitchen where Koa and Kai sit around the island, irritated as all outdoors. 

“Fix your faces.”

They do so by turning away, clearly wanting the privacy to sulk in private. Roman blows out a breath, glancing at the time on the microwave. 

2:10.

His eyes shut. 

Of course.

But, a few minutes later, more footsteps followed by Aria, of course, complaining.

“Do you guys have any idea how disruptive this is to my sleep routine?” She complains, some kind of fucking sleeping eye mask sitting on her forehead. “It’s unforgivable.”

Roman bites back a smartass reply. His middle child is so damn dramatic.

Lina, however, rolls her eyes, completely ignoring Aria and straight up asks, “what is this about?”

Tama is also infestered. And, irritated. “Yeah, I was….busy.” 

Roman smartly decides to not comment on Tama’s statement. “Sit down,” he directs, offering no answer just yet. 

The remaining three do so, all five looking equally sleepy and annoyed but mostly curious to know just what has them all being summoned at such an ungodly hour.

Good.

Satisfied he has their attention, Roman gets straight to it. “Whose damn idea was it to let your sister watch Twister?” The irritation almost instantly shifts into shocked and nervous gazes, each suddenly avoiding eye contact. 

The minute Aroha started to describe the “twisties,” the Tribal Chief already knew what had happened and why they were in that damn situation in the first place.

“Now ya’ll suddenly don’t know how to speak?” Roman mocks, shaking his head, voice even. “I’m not gon’ ask again.”

It only takes him using that tone for the easiest of the bunch to break.

Samaria lifts her arm, pointing to the twins. “It was their idea!”

Koa and Kai look thoroughly surprised and irritated. “No, it wasn’t!” They gesture to Tama and Lina. “They said she could handle it!”

Busted, Tama lifts his hands almost defensively, pleading his case. “We thought she could!”

“She’s six,” Roman says, like it should be the easiest thing in the world, because it should be. “What the hell made ya’ll think she could handle a movie about fucking twisters?”

Lina groans, elbow on the table, chin in hand. “Daddy, she wouldn’t leave us alone.”

Tama nods. “Yeah, we kept trying to get her to go to her playroom, but she wanted to be around us.”

Roman pinches the bridge of his nose. “So then, you should have put something else on for her.”

Koa scowls. “What? Like Frozen?” 

“I don’t care if it’s fucking Melted, put it on for her.” Lord, these kids really are trying to send him to an early grave. “Ya’ll keep letting her watch shit she shouldn’t be watching, and then your mom and I have to deal with the repercussions, and I’m sick of it.” 

Because, this isn’t the first time this has happened. It was some other sort of disaster movie before this and a horror movie before that one. His older kids seem to think it’s okay to let the baby of the family watch these adult themed shows and movies and don’t care because most nights, Aroha isn't waking them up. She's seeking comfort from her parents. Hence, her wanting to sleep with them more than usual. 

And, he’s over it.

It seems his serious tone as well as the overall frustration radiating off his big body seems to start to penetrate the kids' incomprehension.

Samaria is the first to apologize, shoulders dropped, “sorry, dad.”

Sentiments echoed by the other kids, Lina speaking up and also taking accountability. “I guess we didn’t really think about that.”

Clearly. But, there’s less of a desire to further stress his point and more of a willingness to try to meet them halfway. “I know your sister can be a lot at times, but if she’s giving you a hard time, you need to tell me or your mom. Don’t just try to handle it on your own.”

Aroha may be his little girl, and he may be blind to some of her misbehavior at points, but Roman also knows how demanding and…difficult she can be with her siblings. He can just imagine her damn near obstinate and refusing to leave her brothers and sisters alone until they caved and let her watch these movies, not realizing the impact they’ll have on her later.

But also, that’s not really something he wants his other kids to have to deal with. One thing he and Solana have always been big on is never putting them in a position where they feel like they have to play parent. Any of the kids. OG’s, Samaria, or even Koa and Kai. 

Yes, naturally, some of the kids gravitate to one another. Like how Samaria likes to hang out with Lina or Aroha hangs on Tama a lot. However, there’s a difference between big brother and little sister or little sister shadowing big sister and that.

Roman and Solana would rather be on the verge of a stroke from all that stress than put that pressure onto his kids, because at the end of the day, he and Solana opted to have this big family. As parents, it’s their responsibility to be parents. They never want to do anything to take away from the kids just being kids.

So, he knows a conversation with Aroha will also need to take place regarding her understanding that she can’t always do what the big kids do. Plain and simple. 

“We won’t let her watch anything else inappropriate with us, dad.” Tama speaks up, Roman recognizing the shift in his demeanor. Less irritated. More understandable. Mature, almost. “Promise.”

“And, you guys need to stop being so mean to her,” Lina crosses her arms, looking over at her little brothers. “You know she’s sensitive.”

“Not our problem,” Koa mutters, groaning when Samaria pinches his arm. “Ow!”

“She’s just a little kid,” Samaria defends, looking around the island. “We all need to do better.”

“And, your mom and I are going to talk with her.” That’s a given. Even if Roman has to bite his pride and allow her to start having more playdates over at the house, then that’s just what needs to happen. 

Tama and Lina give him a nod, signifying understanding and appreciation. 

“Alright, ya’ll can go back to bed.” Sounds of appreciation for a different reason that only deepens when Roman adds on, “and don’t worry about school tomorrow. You can stay home.” 

Because it's been a long night and disturbing their sleep, then forcing them to get up to go to school all day seems unfair. One missed day of school won’t kill them. 

Cheers and “thank you, daddy!” from his daughters, especially Samaria, who says something about her sleep needs being “restored” as they all walk off one by one to head upstairs, back to bed. 

He does the same, returning to his master bedroom where he’s both relieved and unsurprised to find Solana still up, laying in bed, Aroha cuddled up next to her sound asleep, teddy bear beside her. 

Solana lays her eyes on him as she gently caresses their youngest forehead. “Well?”

Roman sits on the side of the bed, careful to not disturb Aroha, though something tells him she’ll be out for the rest of the night. “They let her watch Twister.”

Solana’s jaw drops. “What? Why—”

“I know, I know,” he cuts her off, gently, offering explanation. “I talked to them all though, and they know not to let watch her anything else inappropriate.” Solana looks slightly relieved by this, Roman reaching out to caress Aroha’s hand that rests on her mother’s chest, clutching almost. “But, baby, we gotta talk to her, too. She wants to do everything her brothers and sisters do—”

“But, she’s too little,” Soalna finishes, kissing Aroha’s bonnet covered head. “I know. I figured.” She nods. “We’ll do it tomorrow…keep her home?”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “I told the other ones they could stay home, too.” 

As expected, she offers no protest, chewing on her bottom lip. She speaks a minute later, voice almost tentative. “You ever wish we had another ki—”

“Don’t even say that shit, Sol.” While Roman looks borderline mortified at just the unfinished question, Solana simply giggles. “You say it, next thing you know, your ass ends up pregnant again.”

She rolls her eyes. “Pretty sure it doesn’t work that way, Ro.”

“It does for you.”

Solana shakes her head. “Don’t worry, my love. It was just a thought.” She watches as he climbs in the bed beside herself and Aroha. “We’re too old for that now. Our days of pregnancies are long over.” 

[lynbels]

hiyaaa can i order a prompt 4 with jaehyun of bnd sort of more like how he has cuteness aggression with the other members and maybe also mixed with a number 10 please?? ik this is kind of a mdni blog but can i js take my cute stuff and then i swear ill leave😢🙏

a little bit of love, a little bit of chaos - mjy (m)

#10 Laughing until you’re both crying and out of breath + kissing your forehead + #04 mumbling “You’re my favorite person.” · prompt request list

🎀 genre fluff, humor, friends-to-lovers, slice of life - ‼️ tw chaotic friends, lots of teasing, extreme fluff, forehead kisses, confession, light cursing - ✉️ 1829wc

💌NOO idk why I’m starting to write so much smut but I swear I love writing my cutesy fluff and I totally see myungjae doing this like the way he adores his members is just so UGHH

It all started because of Woonhak.

You’d been friends with him for a while now — the loudest, most chaotic part of your life, the boy who texted you seventeen times a day and dragged you into his endless schemes without even asking. So when he told you he wanted to introduce you to his friends, you didn’t think much of it.

“They’re not normal,” Woonhak warned, grinning like he was proud of it. “You’ll see.”

You didn’t really get it — not until you were standing awkwardly in Leehan’s living room, clutching a soda and feeling about as out of place as a cactus at a water park.

That’s when you met Jaehyun.

He was… sunshine. That was the only way you could describe it. Black hair flopping into his eyes, bright grin that crinkled the corners of his face, voice a little raspy from laughing too much. He bounded over like he’d known you for years, practically tackling Woonhak into a hug mid-sentence before turning to you with a wide, sparkly smile.

“Hi!! You must be Woonhak’s normal friend,” he teased, throwing a pointed look at Woonhak, who immediately tried to punch him in the arm.

Somehow, you found yourself laughing — real, belly-deep laughing — within minutes. Jaehyun had that effect on people. He didn’t just smile; he beamed. He didn’t just laugh; he giggled and clapped and doubled over like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. He had no chill, no filter, and apparently no concept of personal space because five minutes later he was slinging his arm around your shoulders like you’d always been part of their group.

“Isn’t she cute?” Jaehyun declared, squeezing you closer while Woonhak made gagging noises in the background.

“Stop,” you laughed, shoving at him — but he just grinned wider.

Over the next few weeks, it became a regular thing: movie nights at Leehan’s place, late-night convenience store runs with Woonhak and Riwoo, getting dragged into Taesan’s weird pranks (and somehow always losing). Jaehyun was always there, a golden retriever in human form — ruffling your hair, teasing you for everything, poking your cheeks and calling you “squishy” until you smacked his hands away.

He had insane cuteness aggression, especially with the boys. He was constantly hugging Leehan out of nowhere, squishing Riwoo’s cheeks until he whined, flopping across Woonhak’s lap dramatically just because he could. He even tried to kiss Taesan’s cheek once, but Taesan saw it coming and dodged so hard Jaehyun nearly fell over the couch.

“One day,” Jaehyun vowed, shaking his fist. “I will kiss you, Taesan, you can’t run forever!”

“You’re insane,” Taesan deadpanned, but even he was hiding a smile.

It didn’t take long for your friendship with Jaehyun to shift into something… different.

It was little things at first: the way he started lingering a little longer when he hugged you, the way he found reasons to text you late at night (“i saw a duck and thought of u,” “do u think ghosts get scared too”), the way he looked at you when you laughed like he couldn’t believe you were real.

You tried not to overthink it. He was Jaehyun — sweet, touchy, impossible Jaehyun. He was like this with everyone… right?

But then there was the night you stayed over after movie night, curled up in a blanket on the floor because Woonhak had stolen the couch and the others were already snoring around the room.

You were trying not to shiver when a blanket landed on top of you — and Jaehyun sat down right next to you, tucking the edges in carefully like you were something precious.

“I really like you, y/n,” he mumbled suddenly, almost too soft for you to hear.

You turned to look at him — and he kissed your forehead, quick and clumsy, like he couldn’t stop himself.

Your heart absolutely exploded.

The next morning, Woonhak caught you two sneaking glances at each other across the kitchen and immediately groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“This is so gross,” he whined. “I regret everything. I should’ve left you guys strangers.”

“You love us,” Jaehyun teased, tossing a piece of cereal at him.

“I want a refund on life,” Woonhak declared dramatically, dodging it.

Jaehyun just laughed — bright and beautiful — and reached over to squish your cheeks.

“You’re stuck with me now,” he said, and his smile was so warm you almost forgot to breathe.

It got worse after that.

Jaehyun didn’t even try to hide it anymore. If you so much as yawned, he was draping his jacket over your shoulders like a doting grandparent. If you said you were cold, he tugged you into his side without hesitation. He kept sneaking kisses too — on your forehead, your temple, sometimes even your hand like you were royalty — and every single time, you went stiff as a board because everyone was watching.

Especially Woonhak, who looked one second away from throwing himself into the nearest trashcan out of secondhand embarrassment.

“You guys make me sick,” he grumbled one day, watching Jaehyun fix the hood of your jacket for the third time in five minutes. “Like actual stomach pain.”

“You’re just jealous,” Jaehyun chirped, poking Woonhak’s side.

Meanwhile, Riwoo was busy dramatically pretending to puke into a bag, Leehan was shaking his head fondly like an exhausted single parent, Sungho looked vaguely amused (but very much like he was taking mental notes for future teasing), and Taesan just gave Jaehyun a long, unimpressed stare.

“You’re whipped,” Taesan declared, sipping his drink. “Pathetic.”

Jaehyun only grinned, completely unaffected. “Thanks, I know.”

And then — because apparently he didn’t know the meaning of shame — Jaehyun stood up, clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention like a camp counselor about to announce a trust fall, and blurted:

“I’m asking her out.”

Silence.

You blinked up at him, wide-eyed. “Wait, right now?”

“Yeah,” Jaehyun said brightly, like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Cue absolute chaos.

Riwoo immediately dropped his phone and screamed.

Woonhak threw himself backward onto the couch like he’d been mortally wounded.

Sungho started laughing so hard he almost fell over.

Leehan looked like he wanted to say something but was too busy trying to keep Riwoo from actually collapsing.

Taesan just stood there shaking his head like he couldn’t believe he was associated with any of you.

“THIS IS HAPPENING??” Woonhak shouted from where he was lying dramatically across the couch cushions. “IN FRONT OF ME?? IN MY OWN HOUSE??”

Jaehyun ignored all of them, smiling only at you — bright and sure and a little bit nervous around the edges.

You could barely hear yourself over the chaos, but you said yes anyway — and Jaehyun beamed, grabbing your hands and spinning you around like an overexcited golden retriever.

“Disgusting,” Woonhak muttered loudly, covering his face.

“I’m getting married first,” Jaehyun sing-songed back, hugging you close.

“You’re barely adults!” Taesan called after him, but he didn’t sound all that convincing.

At that moment — messy and loud and full of too much love — you realized you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Woonhak absolutely lost his mind the first time he caught you and Jaehyun kissing.

It wasn’t even that dramatic — just a quick, sweet kiss when you thought no one was looking. You were standing by the kitchen counter, Jaehyun tugging gently at your sleeves like he couldn’t not touch you, and you leaned up to peck him on the lips.

But of course.

Of course Woonhak walked in at that exact moment, holding a bowl of popcorn, and immediately let out a sound so shrill and horrified it made everyone else jump.

“OH MY GOD!” he shrieked, dropping the bowl.

Popcorn exploded everywhere — bouncing off the floor, the counters, even hitting Riwoo in the head as he came running to see what was wrong.

“WHAT WHAT WHAT,” Riwoo shouted, skidding to a stop.

“They’re—” Woonhak pointed accusingly, like he’d just witnessed a crime. “They’re making out in the kitchen!”

“We kissed once!” you protested, laughing helplessly as Jaehyun tried (and failed) to look innocent.

“This is betrayal,” Woonhak moaned dramatically, sinking to his knees in the popcorn. “I introduce you to my friend and now you’re— you’re kissing in my kitchen! Under my roof!”

Jaehyun just pulled you closer, grinning ear-to-ear. “You’ll survive.”

“No, I won’t,” Woonhak said, voice cracking. “I’m gonna wither away.”

Meanwhile, Sungho was laughing so hard he had to hold onto Leehan for support, Taesan was filming the whole thing on his phone with zero shame, and Riwoo just started eating the popcorn off the floor like it was no big deal.

In the middle of it all, Jaehyun bent down, brushed a kiss to your cheek, and murmured — so only you could hear:

“I’m never letting you go.”

And even though Woonhak was still whining dramatically in the background, and Riwoo was throwing popcorn at Taesan, and Sungho and Leehan were trying (and failing) to restore order — you swore you’d never felt happier.

Messy, noisy, chaotic.

But full of love.

Exactly where you were meant to be.

Eventually, after what felt like forever — after Woonhak finished dramatically mourning his “lost innocence,” after Taesan finally stopped filming, after Sungho managed to bribe Riwoo away with promises of bubble tea — the others filtered out, leaving you and Jaehyun blessedly alone in the kitchen.

For a second, it was silent.

You looked at him, he looked at you — and then you both broke into laughter again, breathless and giddy, leaning into each other like you couldn’t help it.

“God, they’re so dramatic,” you wheezed, wiping at your eyes.

Jaehyun grinned, nose scrunching in that way that made your heart do stupid little flips. “You’d think we committed a felony.”

You leaned your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “Maybe we did. Betrayed Woonhak’s trust or something.”

“He’ll live,” Jaehyun said, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing just a little tighter than necessary. His chin bumped the top of your head as he murmured, softer now, “You’re mine now, right?”

Your breath caught a little — because even though he was teasing, there was something real and serious underneath his voice.

You tilted your head up to meet his eyes. “Yeah,” you whispered. “I’m yours.”

The way Jaehyun beamed — like you just told him he won the lottery — made your chest ache in the best way.

He leaned down, kissed your forehead, then your nose, then finally your lips — slow and sweet and so full of feeling it made your toes curl.

“You’re my favorite person,” he mumbled between kisses, voice getting a little rougher, a little more shy.

You smiled against his mouth. “You’re mine too.”

For a long moment, the world faded out. No loud friends. No flying popcorn. No chaotic screaming. Just Jaehyun, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

And for the first time in a long time, everything felt exactly right.

prompt request list also eeee first bnd req and Drabble!

[bingbongsupremacy]

The Protector

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Warning: Implications of Human Trafficing, Talks of Murders, Creepy Man, Cursing, Violence

Summary: You're walking home late at night when a drunk stranger approaches, clearly with bad intentions. Thankfully, a stranger steps in to help you.

This doesn't really follow the movies or shows.

*Not Proof Read*

My mom always told me to be careful at night. The darkness emboldens people in a way they wouldn't dare to normally behave. It unleashes the darker parts of their personality, giving them a sense of confidence that they won't be caught.

It's happened before. It'll happen again. I've heard stories of girls in my neighborhood getting snatched in the middle of the night. Some return home -although never the same as they were before. Some are never found or are found dead. I've heard the gunshots that ring through the deathly silent streets. Later on the news, my suspicions are confirmed. Someone was murdered once again.

My neighborhood is rough. But I have no choice but to stay here until I can save up enough to leave.

I was supposed to be home hours ago. I try to leave work before the sun goes down. That wasn't possible today, and unfortunately for me, the buses stop shortly after sundown.

My boss kept me late filing paperwork and filling out forms. Something that should've taken me a few hours ended up taking me the entire day due to his negligence and irresponsibility. He figured that I wouldn't mind receiving months' worth of work a day before it's all due to be checked. I did.

Maybe he just didn't care.

Either way, because of him, I've been forced to spend that last half hour walking through the dark streets of the city towards my home.

If I could, I'd call a cab. I barely have enough money to cover rent this month. I have to tough it out.

The street lights send a faded glow onto the dark streets. My steps clack softly against the cracked cement, echoing slightly through the rows of apartments and worn down homes. Most of the buildings are completely dark. No one is out. No one is awake.

I tighten my grip on my bag as I continue down the street. Cold, bitter air nips at my face and the exposed skin on my hands. My coat only holds in so much heat. My body is cold and tense.

Trees and large bushes cast ominous shadows across the sidewalks up ahead. Worries flood my mind about possible things hiding in the shadows, waiting to attack me.

I push through my fears and force myself to continue forward.

It's eerily quiet outside, save for the occasional dog that will bark as I pass their house.

I finally make it onto my street. Like all of the other streets, everyone's inside and asleep. I

I let a small sigh of relief and I feel my shoulders relax slightly. My peace is short lived.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot movement on one of the porches. The home belongs to one of the many local drug dealers. All sorts of different people crash at his house at all hours of the night. It's not unusual to see someone on his porch.

I just wish there hadn't been anyone over tonight.

I pick up my speed, hoping the person will stay on the porch.

Unfortunately, they don't. A rough hand grips my wrist, spinning me back in the direction of the person.

A tall man stares at me, his eyes glassy and filled with a wicked glint. His smile is wide and unnerving. He's dressed in messy, torn-up clothes. Stains, I think may be blood, are splattered around his collar and under his nose like he's recently been in a fight. The smell of booze spills out of his pores, flooding my nostrils. His grip is firm and slightly painful.

"Hey baby, whatcha doin' out here?" He asks, his voice slurred. His eyes scan over my body, staying a few seconds longer on my chest than anything else.

My spine shivers at the leering man. My stomach twists and turns in fear. I'm frozen in fear, unsure what to do. He's stronger than me. He'll overpower me. If I scream, I doubt anyone would come. They know this neighborhood. They know what happens after dark.

I'm on my own.

"Please let me go." I try to say it confidently. My voice slightly waivers.

The man clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "Baby, you don't need to be scared."

I want to vomit at the nickname.

"You and I can have a lot of fun, you know that? Go back to my place...see where the night takes us." Once again, his eyes settle on my chest as he finishes his words.

"I said, please let me go." I say in a more stern tone. "I don't want to go anywhere with you."

The man's eyes narrow and snap up to me. Anger fills his gaze. His grip on my wrist tightens, and he twists it tightly, sending pain flooding through my hand.

I let out a yelp and try to pull back.

The man doesn't let go. "Listen, Bitch. It wasn't a real question. You're coming with me whether you'd like to or not." He spits.

"Please stop! You're hurting me!" My chest pounds louder. I feel like I'm going to throw up.

The man lets out a sinister chuckle. "Good." He's about to say something else when, all of a sudden, a large hand roughly grabs his hand and pries his fingers off my wrist.

Loud pops echo through the air as the man's fingers are pulled into an unnatural position. The man lets out a scream in agony at the sight and feeling of his fingers being broken.

My eyes widen, and I gasp, stumbling backwards. I take in the sight in front of me. The man who helped me is dressed in all black clothing, the only thing showing being some skin above his face mask and his muscular metal arm. His hair is dark brown and long, blowing slightly in the cold breeze. His angry eyes are pointed at the man in front of him. He grabs the other man by the collar, punching him in the face. Then he drops my offender on the ground, puffing his chest out to intimidate him.

The other man cowers, holding his damaged hand to his chest. He spits out a string of curses, begging my protector to stop. He scoots back as fast as he can, almost falling over from not being able to use one of his hands.

My protector takes a slow and intimidating step towards the cowering man, daring him to speak again. He follows the cowering man, pushing him backwards until his back is pressed against a spikey bush.

The cowering man is whimpering, begging for mercy. My protector leans down until he's at eye level with the cowering man.

The cowering man refuses to meet his gaze, his sobs loud and fearful.

"Touch her again, and I will find you. I will kill you." His words are stronger than a threat. They're a promise. This man is not fucking around.

Something about this man tells me he'll have no problem following through with his word. He won't struggle to find where this man lives.

My attacker nods furiously, his face red from his crying. "I won't! I promise."

My protector grabs the man by his collar once again, eliciting a yelp from the other man. "Leave." He tosses the man towards the sidewalk leading away from us.

The other man stumbles forward, quickly catching his balance and running off away from us. He clutches his hand against his chest, his cries dying down the further he gets.

My protector watches as the other man runs away, making sure he's fully gone before finally turning to me.

I stare at the man, shocked and horrified at what I just witnessed. My heart pounds, fear climbing up my throat once again. I tightly grip my bag once again like it's somehow going to protect me. "I-I...Thank you." I finally say, trying to shake off my nerves.

The man gives me a curt nod, glancing down at my bruising wrist that's covered by my jacket.

For a moment, all the chaos distracted me from my injury. His gaze brought the sore feeling back.

I lift up the sleeve of my jacket slightly to reveal a forming blackish blue bruise.

"Go home. Take care of it." The man's voice is monotone, exactly the way it had been when he was talking to my attacker. His gaze shifts from my wrist to my face. He's watching me.

"O-Okay." I nod in agreement, pulling my sleeve down. "What..." Should I ask him? I decide to do it. "What's your name?"

The man doesn't respond. He just continues to watch me.

Feeling nervous and not wanting to push the dangerous individual, I decide to thank him one last time. "Thanks again. I...I don't know what I would've done without you." I say sincerely. "Is there anyway I can repay you?" I offer.

"I don't need repayment. Just get home. It's not safe out here." The man states.

"I'll go then," I say, not wanting to argue. I turn around and begin walking down the street towards my apartment. When I get to my building, I turn to look back in the direction of the man who saved me.

He's unmoved. His eyes connect with mine. He was watching to make sure I got here okay.

I give him a small, nervous wave and smile before stepping into my building and closing the door. I peek out of the window in the door, trying to catch a glimpse of the man again.

But he's gone. Within seconds, he vanished into the night.

Who is he?

------ Years Later -------

After that night, I began training so I could protect myself in case something like that ever happened again. I never saw the man again. But I'll never forget how he saved me.

My training paid off. It unlocked a harshness in me I didn't know I had. I began to box. It started out legal, but eventually turned into underground paid events. I took my opponents out quickly and painfully. It paid well. It made me strong.

Eventually, my interests took a turn. My neighborhood was getting worse. I needed to protect myself.

I started to learn how to use weapons-it started out for protection. It evolved into me becoming a hitman. It all happened so quickly. It was a blur of my normal life turning into violence. Eventually, my skills were sought after by SHIELD, something I never thought would happen.

I was recruited to become an Avenger. Everything was fine until Tony and Steve started fighting, and we were forced to pick sides.

The day Steve found Bucky and brought him back was the day I realized he was the man who saved me. It brought so many unanswered questions back into my mind.

Why did he save me? Why was he in the neighborhood? Had he been stalking me?

As soon as Bucky came too and Steve asked which Bucky he was, I got my answers.

Bucky's eyes land on me. A glimmer of recognition flashes through his eyes. "You're the girl."

I don't need further explanation to know he's talking about me. "I am," I cross my arms and walk closer to him. "You're The Winter Soldier."

He doesn't say anything.

"Why did you save me? That night with the man. You didn't need to. Why?" I ask, my eyes steadily holding his gaze.

Bucky's brows draw together like he's trying to remember.

"Why were you there?" I try not to make my questions sound like an interrogation.

"I was there on a mission," Bucky responds, his gaze torn away from mine. He looks at the ground, still trying to remember. "I was sent to kill a dealer in the neighborhood. Someone who knew too much. I saw you walking through the dark. The man grabbed you, and I saw your face. Your fear. I remembered...I remembered a woman I'd helped protect in the past...In the 40s before I went to war. I felt pulled to help. So I did."

His instincts overpowered his training.

"Thank you." I let out a slightly shaky breath. "I don't know what would've happened to me without you. You helped me get here today."

His eyes turn to look up at me.

"I owe you. And I will pay it back." I promise.

"You don't have to." He says quietly.

"I do and I will. I'll help you the way you helped me." I insist.

It's my turn to stand up for him. I won't let Tony get his hands on him.

That's a promise I'll fulfill.

[monstas1ut]

Pull My Hair

SUGURU GETO x black!reader

Summary

__ Suguru wants to touch black!reader’s hair.. unfortunately she always says he cannot touch her hair, nobody but the lord knows that if he got one chance, he will not mess the opportunity up… especially since he wants to pull it during sex…

Content

Reader is implied to have a cute tall Afro puff! Wholesome stuff, more plot than smut! Hair pulling, wall sex, Suguru loves your hair,

___ brown skin can be dark, light, medium color.. whatever. brown is brown.. and it's gorgeous

“I finally did my edges the way I wanted it to be..”

A fraction of a chuckle poured out of the dark, mystifying male, closing his book with one hand. It had been about the disastrous consequences of war and fate that was inevitable. It was definitely a bit too gloomy for what was in front of him at the very moment, which was rays of sun on the color brown, you. The pages of the book were filled with disturbing absurdities that he took interest in, but the raven haired male would rather stare at you.

You were far more interesting than anything he could ever lay his eyes on, and he truly meant anything. He slid the book onto the side table by the soft couch he was sitting on, and he was fairly comfortable. His back was pressed nicely against the couch, his knees far apart. Suguru was settled nicely there, spread in his usual sitting position but to you it made your heart flutter everytime… he was sexy.

“You were in there for almost an hour, I’d hope so..” Suguru playfully teased, watching your little expression on your face turn slightly into a half smirk. Some people really dig deep into trying to figure out how you and Suguru even managed to date, but they just didn’t realize how much of a silly goose he was behind closed doors. It may be faint, but it was still there… Sometimes Suguru’s jokes tickle your lower stomach so badly that the floor is the only thing that can hold you.

“Do you likeee it? The last time I had my hair like this was in middle school..” this was normal, your regular banter of sorts, but Suguru was genuinely deep in thought. Maybe his dark eyes looked over you around 6 or 7 times already, giving his lips a dangerous lick as he tried to adjust his sitting position.. lightly lifting his hips. There was something about you embracing your natural beauty that had him fawning over you… hard. Could anyone blame him? Your hair was rarely out in a way that he could actually see that pretty pattern of hair.

“It suits you very well..”

Time gave into the fantasy of stopping, that’s how it felt to you anyway. His words were so silky, his slight emphasis on the word ‘very’ almost had you running to the hills. His stare, his slight tilt of the head. There was an odd few seconds of sweet silence as your heart thumped quickly. “I’m going to assume touching it is off limits..” there was only a little pout that surfaced on his porcelain face. He then slowly stood up to reveal his fierce height, his body covered mainly by the deepest black of fabric, his tee and wide legged pants

It’s days like this where he’d get mad at the mumble of the word ‘emo’.

Your eyes slightly widened, crossing your arms under your perfectly sized mounds. “Hell yeah it’s off limits. I have to make this hairstyle last-..” Suguru slightly scoffed the second the last word left your plump lips. He wasn’t angry or anything… however he was poking at your bullshit.

“You always tell me not to touch your hair.. not just this time..” Suguru didn’t know why, but there was something about the word cant. Why couldn’t he? Why was it so off limits? He wouldn’t have messed it up… But as time passed of being so intimate with you, he couldn’t lie, he wanted to ruin you. Suguru is as cordial as it gets, but unfortunately when he can’t have something, he spirals. It was selfish in spirit, but everyone has their dark secrets.

“Cuz you’ll mess it up. Like you said, the edges took me almost an hour. Do you have the patience to do that?” The sass that came from your words was harmless, but the tilt of the head you did made him a little more on the agitated side.

“I do actually, but even you know that” shooting right back at you with playful banter, Suguru’s soft, lanky fingers reached out to touch your wrist. His pale skin was on the warm side today, it could be possible that he was flustered from your new look. Suguru was a simple man, his body got warm over the littlest things you’d do. But unlike most , he kept it very quiet and self contained.

“I’d do anything that’ll give me a chance to touch a special part of you. Anything that’s.. you.. I would love to touch it with my fingertips..” his hands slipped to your fingers, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles in a lovesick manner. His way with words was dangerously soft, it caused your spine to straighten up everytime. However , right now, your main focus was trying to understand his inability to move on. Your hair was simply your hair. There was no need to touch it, you didn’t need gross oils from his hands to mess it up, let alone ruin your edges. However, you just wondered about his obsession, was it truly about him loving your hair or was he just trying to annoy you. To be honest, it wasn’t the latter.

“You’re sick Suguru.”

“I believe I’m just fine, I’m only a man with specific needs, y/n” his words hid no lie, his scent pushing through your nostrils as he got even closer to you. Sometimes when you smell him, your mind goes blank. Suguru was a handsome man with a rough, sweet wood smell that would linger on. “But your needs are ridiculous. There’s no reason you should be begging to touch my damn hair. It ain’t gold.” Now it was just hilarious to you. Your little laugh might’ve been you giving in, maybe.

As a kid, you’ve known others that would treat you as if you were an animal in a petting zoo. Their nasty hands touching your curls, ruining the hairstyle just for the touches. It was about respect of all things, however the more you looked at it, the more you realized how unfair it was to Suguru. Your sensual natured lover respected every boundary you put up, and he never tried to jump it. He’s never really gotten a good feel of your hair in it’s natural state. He knew he couldn’t, but the opportunity he had now was gracious. Suguru knew he was quite sick for this, but he wanted to rule out what he could not do. Suguru wanted to feel the curl pattern, the texture, the soft strands of you.

While he had an underlying motive, it was merely about the love for your hair and getting closer to you. Suguru wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through the cloud like puff and hold tight. And whether he roughs it up or not, he would indeed spend as long as he has to so he could fix his mess ups. He just wanted one chance…

“I’d actually enjoy it if you taught me how to do your hair. If I agree to helping you do it, would you change your thoughts about keeping me away?” Suguru had such a light look on his face. His smile practically caressed you while his fingers gently intertwine with yours. He just needed one chance, one soft grab or a twirl. Selfish he was, but he cared little. Your beautiful facial features were attacking him right now, almost telling him how wrong and right he was.

His soft, romantic grip on your hand made your heart flutter. Let alone his sweet glances towards your curly, juicy ends. For some reason this moment between the two of you felt deeply intimate, sexually intimate. You didn’t know what it was, but Suguru’s eyes were looking very sultry.

“Maybe..” you blurted, giving into his looks. He tilted his head a bit, his flowy, jet black hair going with him. He had his hair out today, no hair tie restrictions, so his looks were now far from just a ten. “You know, the day you actually let me.. I won’t wash my hands for weeks..” Suguru playfully joked, his more humorous side sliding out as a smile was plastered onto his face. It really did bum him out, but he would never force you… even if he wanted to touch your hair badly. Even if he wanted to pull it during the most intense sex.. he just never did.

“You’re losing it…” you lightly laughed before the world kind of disappeared around you. It happened so quick, and Suguru was the only person, human, soul you could see. He leaned down , his tall frame overpowering but he pressed his forehead against yours. His silky hair tickled you just a tad. “That’s alright…” he whispered, and even if he did, his voice was still deep and rumbling. Your face was hot, especially when his lips ghosted against yours. That was the exact second you forgot why you even did your hair. You were supposed to go run errands with your friend.. that’s what was supposed to happen.

Unfortunately, Suguru had different plans. His lips pressed lovingly against yours, emitting a shiny spark. The world around you turned to static and his hands were the only thing you could feel other than his lips. Both your hands were against his, intertwining all your fingers. He had you locked and forbidden from leaving his grip. The sweet kiss was nothing but a distraction, but a good one nonetheless. You were so distracted by the soft lip bites and his naughty actions of sucking on your tongue that you didn’t notice he had gotten so close. His body was practically pushing against you while your back was seeping in the wall.

How did you even manage to get close enough to a wall?

Eventually you gasped, moving your head to the side to tell him you needed to breathe. But, Suguru took this as a nice little gesture of encouragement. Your neck was shown to the air, and his lips fluttered all around it.

“If you believe me to be crazy just because I want to touch your hair..you must never hear what else I’d want from you…” Suguru muttered this against your bronze skin, only having dreams of guiding you through sex with a fist full of curls. “Suguru…” you purred, feeling each touch of his lips. It made your pussy begin pulsing almost, your heart also beginning to pulse quicker.

“Suguruuu, I have to go.. lord- if I just let you touch it one time.. will you just drop it and let me go?” Your air was having a hard time staying in your lungs, his touches and his neediest actions ever were causing you to feel all mushy. He stopped his lips from caressing your skin only to pull away. His heart thumped hard and he almost lost his cool. He kind of widened his eyes but they softened into their usual state again. A warm feeling washed over him and the look in his eyes was almost pleading.

He said nothing. His hands unraveled from yours and he lifted one of them to trail up your arm. The soft feeling of it almost made you want to stay home, he seemed so desperate, he looked desperate. His eyes weren’t even on you anymore, the fondness in his eyes were directed towards your curls. He’s seen so many types of hair, loose curls.. tighter ones. He didn’t care if yours was either or, he knew the second his fingertips slipped onto a curl, he felt some harmony.

The texture was so soft yet so different from his own hair. This felt like how a perfect cloud plucked from the sky would feel like. His lanky fingers practically disappeared the way he slipped them into the depths of your puff.

“To think you’ve been keeping this feeling from me… how dare you..” Suguru said this lightly, almost flabbergasted at how much greater this actually was. He simply believed it would be soft. No, it was soft. it smelt so good , and he also noticed how your hair would appear shorter when in reality it was a bit longer than what your hair was showing now. He’d have to ask why..

“Suguru…” you muttered a bit, acting as if you didn’t enjoy it but who doesn’t enjoy someone running their fingers in your hair.. on your scalp, it was relaxing. Let alone his voice that began speaking praises. You told him sternly that it would only be one touch, but here you are letting him melt in the silence.

“Hm..?” he hummed, occupied but willing to listen to your words. But whatever it was, if it wasn’t to his liking he just knows he won’t listen now. Suguru was a man that truly wants what he wants, there’s no negotiation, and if there is, he’s lying. “You need to let me leave now..” you whispered, but all you received was Suguru’s fingers caressing the back of your hair, his darkly tinted eyes staring into yours.

“I refuse. That is only because I’d enjoy it if I got to play with your crown a little bit longer…” His words lingered like a sweet smell of cologne. His eyes peered into you as his forehead once again met yours. For some reason you just couldn’t decline. You couldn’t stop him nor your thoughts. The second you felt his fingers slip in your curls and a slight tug was made, you gasped. Your eyes widened and your body felt the urgent lust that infected you and your brain.

He just pulled at your hair.

Why did you like it? In that minuscule moment, you found yourself angry but lust took over. Pleasure took the cake. Every bit of naughty thought you had rushed to your clit, it tingled and pulsed. The pleasurable feeling in your lower stomach needed to be dealt with, and it was just unfortunate how this only occured because he pulled your hair. It was sensitive. Doing this showed dominance, he wanted you and your pretty hair in his grip. Could you blame the man?

“Sug-..”

“ Would you kiss me again…?” his soft breath was right on your lips, your eyes never left his, and his raven eyes never left yours. It’s moments like these where you could actually hear a pin drop.

Suguru behind doors was nothing but a man who would fein for the pretty lips on your face and the ones between your legs. He loved you dearly, and to get the opportunity to actually see your withering and your begging while he dug deep in you was like a dream. He needed you in many different ways. He had you right here, right in the palm of his hand. Your pathetic, gorgeous expression right there looking up at him.

Nothing more was said, only your hands moved to grip at his shirt, pulling him down slow to seal the kiss he begged for. It wasn’t rough, it was soft and mesmerizing. That was what he wanted, his hands having a fist full of your heavenly sent hair and his lips pressed against yours. He had it a few seconds ago but this was different.. he had you stuck and bound. Submissive, not weak but willing. The kiss was nasty, you took initiative to suck on his bottom lip, coercing a moan from him before his other hand slipped off into deeper netherlands. Your insides curled up, a soft moan slipping from your throat.

The feeling in your body was like how people explain how their body feels going down a steep hill in a car.

“Suguru please-..” you whispered, feeling his hand still gripping your pretty curls in the back of your head. His other hand was digging in your pants, the soft pads of his middle finger rolled around your pretty clit. He wanted to make you more needy for him just like how he was for you, but you were already leaking. Your thoughts and his sudden actions combined to cause the sudden need.

“You’re already drenched… What is it that you enjoyed, hm?” It was teasing for him to say that, still swiftly playing with the pink pearl in between your legs. You didn’t just become wet from anything, he knew it was something specific he did. “Was it… this?” He purred, gently yanking your hair back again. It gave you a yelp, but what intrigued Suguru was your pretty little moan that traveled afterwards. How come you would yell at him not to touch your hair but this is how you act when it comes down to him actually touching it?

Suguru’s blood rushed to his dick.

He had to contain his unruly excitement, but the hand that wasn’t deep in your hair was shaking. He pulled both his hands away, making you jolt in confusion and anxiousness…. even shame. Was Suguru grossed out? Was he repulsed by your actions? All but the correct things were flowing into your mind, so much that you tried rushing from his vicinity.. you had to get away from his nasty mind.

“Ah… you’ve lost your mind if you believe-..” Suguru stopped talking as he reached his light muscular arm out, simply grabbing your wrist before you got any further in the house. “-you can leave me now..”He gently, but firmly yanked you closer like a small doll.. he swiftly ran his hand back into your curls from behind. Yes, your hairstyle was beginning to be a little messed up. That was especially true as he pressed your face against the wall.. All you could feel was his grip tighten on your strands of hair as his lips pressed against your ears. He then patted your ass a little.

“Pull these down for me… I’ll pull your hair~. That’s what you’d like, yes?”

“That’s not true!”

Suguru had dealt with a friend that enjoyed going back and forth with him constantly. So your little pleas and clap backs weren’t enough for him to fully give in.

“If it’s not true, why did you look so pleased when I pulled your hair..?” Suguru whispered in your ear, causing it to tickle and your lower stomach tightened up. You were aching for some release, knowing that, your body had given up on you as well. Maybe you did like it, no, you did like it and maybe it’s just the way he did it. Either way, you needed it more. So, you ended up kicking your shoes off and pushing your pants down your gorgeous legs. You couldn’t think of being shamed, not when Suguru was behind you with a terribly hard cock. You could feel it.

“No response… is it that you’ve given in?” His words kind of stung, Suguru would always revel in being right and finally getting what he wanted. Watching you kick away your pants and press your hands against the wall made him warm. He slowly moved his other hand to your back, the back of his index finger running down your lower back before hooking onto your panties and pulling them to the side. He saw the slightly sticky substance in your underwear, he felt it too.

“So gorgeous. I’d ruin the earth if you were taken from me.” He said without one stutter, he was so serious. Your panties were off to the side, revealing all you had to offer. His knuckles kind of rubbed against your clit, causing a sound to emit from your throat. “Crazy-..” you were cut off by the pull of your hair. Breathing in sharply, you shut your mouth and actually listened to what was happening around you. You could hear the drop of his pants hitting the ground. You also could’ve sworn you heard the ridiculous sound of his cock hitting his skin. It was just that heavy.

“Talk to me about it..” Suguru hummed, watching your body adapt to what was happening. You knew you were going to get fucked, so you were spreading your legs just a tad bit.. he liked that realization.

“About what..” you hesitantly replied.

“Your hair.. Everything about it intrigues me.” He admitted, and it was obvious.. his hand never left it. Your back was permanently arched as of right now, as long as he was still grabbing most strands of hair. You can admit however, it was cute that he wanted to know about it. Your eyes were hazy, feeling his heavy cock on your perfect ass. It made you stutter. You had to think of something, anything that would be interesting to him..

“My hair likes to shrink. It can look much fluffier and it can be long but I’d have to stretch it with a blow drier.. right now it’s pretty stretched… but if water hits it it’ll get shorter again-… fuck..” you choked up a little at the end, an uncontrollable moan releasing from you as you felt your boyfriend’s cock just slip inside of you. Suguru had a darker tip color, his veins weren’t hiding and his balls were large. Even he had to hiss a bit from the way your pussy contracted around him.

“Fuck…” you whimpered again, your mind going blank before those fingers in your hair gripped tighter. “Keep talking, baby. Tell me about it..” he huskily whispered, his own face slightly contorted in pleasure once he was actually inside. His cock was all wet and he could feel each inch of your pink walls.

The sound it made when he bottomed out in your pussy was absolutely slutty. It gushed and made the most smuttiest noises. How could you even speak about any more of it? Your mind was like rust, it seemed like he was draining you of your knowledge only to be there and dumb with dick inside you.

“How am I going to fix your hair after this if you do not tell me how to do it..?” He firmly asked, his hips slowly moving back before snapping forward. Your breasts were pressed sharply against the wall, still covered by your shirt. But, your hair was completely messed up, all out of the puff it was just in. “B-But-…” you shakily moaned as your legs weakened. He had you by your hair, the smell of it now stuck on his hand.

He probably won’t wash it.

“L-Lots of water.. g-gotta brush the ends first..” you choked out, your neck slightly burning as Suguru pulled at your hair tighter. His cock was beginning to dig into your pussy over and over. He obviously just wanted you to keep talking because he knew he could make you do it.. besides, you sounded cute and he knew he would be punished if he didn’t fix your hair afterwards.

“What else do I need to know? I know I didn’t lose you already…”

Suguru watched how broken you were becoming, that’s all he wanted right now anyway. There was something about gaining access to your precious jewel, your crown. After the first touch, he knew he couldn’t just let go.. you didn’t want him to let go either.

ⓒ Monstas1ut, do not copy

[tobesolnelyx]

Hiiii, for a one shot, I was thinking about adult!van and reader in an established relationship, they stayed together through the wilderness and couldn't leave one another. Life is not easy, guilt and nightmares making it difficult for both of them, but life is almost peaceful when they're together. They couldn't be more happy, they both like their jobs, somehow happy with what they're doing with their lives. But, recently, reader started to talk less and less to Van, avoiding her gaze, and most of all her physical contact. Van didn't push it at first, not wanting to make reader uncomfortable. But, reader continued to avoid Van like the pest, despite living together, always refusing any sort of physical contact, always managing to avoid talking somehow. Van is starting to get worried, thinking she did something wrong or maybe that reader is going to leave her. And as she goes to confront reader, to understand what's happening she hears noises in the bathroom. The door is slightly open and that's how she sees reader frowning at herself in the mirror, slightly mumbling about negative things. Then Van enters and reader immediately puts clothes back on. Van tries to ask about what happened but reader denies it, saying that everything is okay. But Van is getting more and more worried, she is almost tearful, thinking that it was going to be over for them and that reader was going to leave her. Reader, when she sees Van like this, immediately feels guilty and reassured her before finally explaining what's been on her mind for so long : reader felt insecure about her scars (honestly could be anything you want : the ones she got from the wilderness, in an accident, SH, or even stretch marks, whatever makes you more comfortable writing about) and was disgusted by her own body. Van finds this ridiculous because first of all she loves reader more than anything and also because reader never had a problem with her scars on her face, always kissing them. So, during the next days, Van makes herself a mission : making reader feel better. It could be some nice little comments, soft touches, etc. Could also be during sex and Van worshiping reader's body gently <3

I think it would work as fluff, hurt/comfort and smut if you want to :)!

— i’ll look after you || adult!van x reader 🦊 (post-crash)

a/n: thanks for req! didn’t include the smut part cause i didn’t feel like it. let me know if you want to write soft smut to that anyway. im definitely open to that! it was so fun to write ahhhh

summary: you got too deep in your head. van, as always, is here to help you get through it. hurt/comfort. fluff.

warnings: mentions of self harm, self hatred, standard yellowjackets warnings.

word count: about 2.7k.

It all started years ago, when you finally managed to leave the wilderness behind. As soon as the plane took off, you didn't look back. You didn't even want to.

The problem was, that place was going to haunt you for the rest of your life.

You remember the flight vividly—how terrifying it was. Your whole body shook, cold sweat clung to your palms, and your fingers clutched Van's hand with desperate strength.

Van was always there. No matter what.

So when you felt her fingers lace through yours, squeezing so tightly you thought she might crush your bones, you felt a spark of hope.

A chance, at least, at a normal life.

With her.

Because the thought that Van might not be there was something you never allowed yourself to entertain. Not after everything you had endured together. Not after spending nearly every waking moment side by side, clinging to each other to stay sane—against all odds.

You looked at her.

Everyone was silent then, lost between fear and a fragile sense of relief. The only sounds were the steady hum of the plane's engines and the low murmurs of the rescue crew—speaking as though afraid that a raised voice might shatter the fragile peace and send one of you lunging at them.

Maybe they weren't entirely wrong. You didn't know anymore.

Van met your gaze at last, tired but looser, more at ease than the others. After so much time spent running in circles, after so many days just fighting to survive, she looked as though someone had lifted a crushing weight off her shoulders.

You knew that some of you would never adjust. Would never fit back into the rhythm of the world, would never fully understand what normal was anymore.

But you and Van had each other. And that made you less afraid than the rest.

The first few weeks back were the hardest. Beyond the paparazzi, the nosy journalists, the endless hospital examinations—you simply couldn't find your place around.

Returning home to a place where everything was in its rightful spot was... strange. Running water, warm radiators, soft beds—it was all so horribly normal it made your skin crawl. You couldn't imagine going to college now, or worse—getting a job.

Not when, only a month ago, your teeth had torn through human flesh and dirt had soaked into the marrow of your bones.

It was then that Van, finally discharged from the hospital, announced that you absolutely had to catch up on all the movies you had missed while you were gone.

You agreed—because you couldn't imagine being away from her for long.

Besides, it gave you both something to do. Something to anchor yourselves with, to stop yourselves from drifting too far into the dark corners of your own minds.

Even if it meant rotting in front of the TV, holding hands, and gorging on junk food you hadn't seen in months.

Van preferred being at your place anyway. Her mother was too much. And your parents didn't mind. They were just relieved you had some shred of normalcy left.

You always curled up next to her, watching whatever terrible movie Van had dragged in.

Years later, not much had changed. If anything, it had only gotten better.

You lived together now, as far from Wiskayok as you could manage. Partly because you had always wanted to escape that shithole, and partly because you couldn't bear the sight of the others—wandering the streets like empty shells.

Van had opened a small but sufficient business of her own. You had found a stable job at last. Van's scars had softened with time, and you made sure to kiss each one every night.

Evenings were still spent the same way: curled up on the couch, with cheap snacks and some ridiculous film Van had unearthed.

"Van," you said one evening, grimacing but laughing at the same time. "This movie is terrible. Put on something else."

"Hey," she grinned, wrapping her arm tighter around your shoulders, pulling you even closer. "This is a classic, babe. You can't just call it terrible. It's essential viewing."

"Is it?" you teased, raising your eyebrows. "I think I was a much happier person before this movie started."

Van rolled her eyes but kissed your forehead anyway, smiling that lopsided smile you loved so much.

"Too late," she murmured, pulling back just enough to flash you a goofy grin.

You always slept together. In all the twenty-five years since your return, there had only been a handful of nights you slept apart. Not because you couldn't stand being separated, but because it was easier that way.

Safer.

The unpleasant hum of voices and memories in your head would grow quieter when you were together.

There were nights when one of you would wake up disoriented, unsure of where you were. And every time, you ended up curled up together, wrapped in blankets like some makeshift straightjacket, waiting for dawn. Because after those nightmares, sleep didn't come easily. You had to start over, every day.

There were days when one of you couldn't settle. Restless. Like you no longer fit inside your own skin, like guilt was gnawing an unbearable hole through you.

And when it felt like you were about to shatter apart, the other would catch you—suggest a walk, a stupid conversation, anything to pull you back.

Van knew she couldn't survive without you.

And then, one day, it hit you. That strange, suffocating feeling.

And not even Van's hands could chase it away this time. Her words, for the first time, didn't help.

You felt as lost as you had at seventeen.

If you couldn't live normally, you decided, you would at least pretend. For Van. For what you had.

It didn't work.

Not when you stood before the bathroom mirror in utter silence and really looked at yourself. Suddenly, everything chafed worse than ever. You couldn't just shrug it off as a bad day anymore.

Being queer in the '90s hadn't been easy. And your thighs still bore the evidence—white scars slicing across your skin. Not to mention the marks left from the wilderness itself, in random places, some more visible than others.

You hadn't thought about them in a long time. But now, you couldn't stop.

Especially now, when your body had changed over the years. And for the first time in your life, you wondered if Van might... leave.

So, whether consciously or not, you pushed her away first.

At first, Van thought it was just one of those bad days you both sometimes had. You avoided her—which was strange. You refused to meet her eyes. You always kept some distance between you. You sat farther away on the couch, flinching when she tried to touch you.

Van decided to give you space. Maybe it would pass. After everything you'd been through, how could she blame you?

She told herself it would fade, like everything else.

But she started worrying when you began skipping goodbye kisses before leaving for work. A kiss took seconds. You had always found time before.

Then you stopped letting her touch you at all.

You even started avoiding changing clothes in front of her—something that had never been a problem before. After all, in the wilderness, you had seen each other naked countless times. It had been almost natural.

And yet.

That's when Van truly started to worry. Confused didn't even begin to cover it.

One evening, she decided enough was enough.

She would get through to you, one way or another. She couldn't go back to those dark days. She couldn't keep worrying that you would slip through her fingers and shatter into pieces.

Van felt like she was seventeen again.

You were lying on the bed, reading god-knows-what, and Van barely cared. She walked over, gently tugging the book from your hands. She hoped you'd laugh—or at least smile.

Instead, you stiffened.

Van hesitated—but leaned in anyway, bracing herself on her arms and nuzzling her cold nose against your neck.

You flinched.

And not from pleasure.

Her lips found your neck, her hand sliding down to your thigh.

That's when you started to squirm, trying to gently push her away. Your hands trembled. Your pulse sped up. And suddenly, you felt trapped—like a wild animal.

You almost bolted from the room.

"Not... not tonight, Van," you muttered. You didn't even call her "love," like you usually did. Just her name. Something twisted painfully in Van's gut.

"I'm just... not in the mood," you added, fumbling for excuses. "Maybe another time."

You slipped out from under her, leaving Van more worried and confused than ever before.

And a horrible thought—an ugly, gnawing thought—sprouted in her mind:

Maybe you wanted to leave.

A few days later, after closing up shop, Van decided she couldn't take it anymore. The doubt. The fear. The guilt gnawing at her that she had somehow screwed everything up.

You used to tell each other everything. Why couldn't you now?

Van wasn't about to give up on the life she had fought so hard for. She had everything she had ever dreamed of. And she wasn't going to let it fall apart.

Even if her heart hammered in her chest and her legs shook slightly, she hunted through the house for you.

Finally, she found the bathroom door ajar.

She froze.

You were standing there, pants pushed halfway down your thighs, a loose shirt hanging off your shoulders, examining... the scars?

Van realized you were staring at yourself like you were searching for something that wasn't there.

"Disgusting," you muttered under your breath.

And that was enough.

Van pushed the door open.

You turned to her, wide-eyed, yanking your pants back up and fumbling to button your shirt. She had already seen. But you couldn't bear the thought of her seeing again. Because maybe this time, she would agree with you. Maybe this time, she would see you the way you feared most.

"What are you doing?" she asked softly, standing in the doorway.

You shook your head, forcing the most fake smile you had ever given her.

"Nothing," you said. But the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

Silence stretched between you. Heavy and loaded—like the nights in the wilderness when you spoke of dreams you didn't really believe would ever come true.

Van wasn't about to let it go.

"Okay," she sighed at last, her voice filled with confusion. You bit your lip, guilt gnawing deeper and deeper with each second. "I'm tired of this shit," Van said. "Tell me what's going on."

You clenched your jaw. Lowered your hands. Looked at yourself in the mirror again.

Took a deep breath.

"Nothing's wrong, Van," you lied—and the words tasted like acid in your mouth.

"Bullshit," she snapped. Her voice cracked. She swallowed hard, fists clenching at her sides, eyes locked on yours so fiercely you couldn't look away this time. "You're avoiding me," she said.

You dug your nail painfully into your palm.

"You're avoiding me, and I have no idea why," she continued. "I'm tired of being brushed off. I'm scared to death, and you're just..." her voice cracked again, tears glinting in her eyes. "...you're just pretending nothing's fucking wrong."

"You want to leave me?" she asked at last, a single tear sliding down her cheek.

"What?" you stared at her, stunned. "No. It's not that. I don't want..."

"Then what is it?" she pushed. You had only seen Van cry a handful of times. Knowing you had caused it now made you feel even worse.

And you broke.

"I feel horrible," you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "In my own skin. With my body. With the scars..." You shrugged helplessly."I feel disgusting."

Van blinked. Once. Twice.

Then she laughed softly— not because she thought it was silly, but because she couldn't understand how you didn't see it.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she whispered, her expression turning serious as she took a small step toward you.

And when you neither moved nor answered, her hands found your waist, pulling you tightly against her chest. Into a warm, firm embrace. Her fingers slid through your hair, and you felt something inside you shatter completely.

And it didn't even feel bad.

The tears came freely then. You broke down completely in her arms, soaking the front of her t-shirt, your fingers clenching tightly into the fabric as if it were the only thing keeping you grounded. You didn't know what you would do without her. And you never wanted to find out.

"I'm sorry," you sobbed into her shoulder, and she only held you tighter, anchoring you so you wouldn't spiral even deeper. Just like she always had. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." The words died somewhere along the way.

Van held you like that for a good half hour. Until you calmed down. Until the tears slowed, until your eyes grew puffy and your lips tasted salty from crying. Until your grip on her softened at last.

She carried you without a word to the bedroom, wrapping you tightly in her arms throughout the night, just like she had done so many years ago. In case you woke up needing her. At least it gave her a few hours to think of a way to fix this.

She listened to the steady rhythm of your breathing, adjusted automatically when you shifted in your sleep, whispered softly in your ear about how much she loved you. Even if you weren't fully awake to hear it.

Eventually, Van found a way. She found a way to fix it.

And that was already more than half the battle won. Because Van was sure of one thing: She wasn't about to let you go. Not after holding you every night for the past twenty-five years.

Van launched a little plan.

It started the next morning, when she made you breakfast and buried you under a mountain of compliments.

"You don't have to say all that," you muttered, trying to wrangle the whirlwind of emotions tearing through your head—guilt, that strange nervousness whenever you tried to believe her.

Van simply sat down beside you at the table and tilted her head until you had no choice but to meet her eyes.

"I think about it every day," she said, a small, genuine smile tugging at her lips. "I think about you—always. Everywhere. I just figured it was time to start saying it out loud."

You stared at her.

Van had always had this uncanny ability to melt people's walls with the sheer force of warmth she somehow carried inside her. You never knew where she got it from. But you were endlessly grateful for it now.

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, and you had to fight the smile creeping onto your face.

Van hadn't been this stupidly proud of herself in a long time.

Over the next few days, she kept it up. Complimenting you. Sometimes so ridiculously that you couldn't help but laugh.

And it worked. God, it worked.

She didn't slow down either—if anything, she doubled down.

Then, once you started feeling a little better—a little more like yourself—she began pulling you close again during movie nights.

"You're staring," you mumbled one evening, your eyes glued to the TV. The stubborn knot in your chest loosened a little more each day. And every time it threatened to tighten again, stealing your breath away, Van was there to pull you back.

She just hummed, her eyes still fixed on you.

"Is that bad?" she asked softly, her fingers tracing slow, comforting circles on your arm. Then she began planting small kisses along your shoulder, your neck—anywhere she could reach.

You stiffened at first. But you didn't pull away. Not this time.

"I guess not," you murmured at last, tilting your head a little, giving her better access. Her lips roamed up and down, her hands gently massaging the scars on your thighs. And this time—you didn't flinch.

"Good," she murmured against your jaw, pressing another kiss there."Because I love you too damn much not to stare."

[ironstrange1991]

You're So Loved (Happy Birthday, Sweetheart)

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It's Y/n's birthday and Stephen prepares a special dinner

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: None, just fluff.

A/N: I'm so happy for finally being able to post a fic here. It wasn't a piece of cake, since I've been batling writer's block, but I am proud of the result. I Need to be honest and say that this hasn't been proofread, so any typos or grammar mistakes you see just pretend you didn't. Hope you guys enjoy it and have a nice read ;)

You never liked your birthday. For some reason, the date always contributed to intensifying your depressive episodes. For some reason, the beginning of April brought with it an air of melancholy that you attributed solely to the fact that it was the month of your birthday and the reason for this remained unknown. You were not exactly a happy person, but there were so many people in worse situations. Of course, thinking that way did not help.

However, since Stephen had entered your life, you could see a clear improvement in the matter. After you started living with him in the Sanctum, you spent three birthdays with him. The first one was melancholic and you asked him not to give you any presents or celebrations, the second one you had accepted that he would take you out to dinner and in the present year you had not objected at all to the idea of ​​Tony throwing a party at Stark Tower to celebrate your birthday, although as the date approached you wondered if it had been a good idea to give in so much. After all, you knew that things could get a little crazy and grand when you let Tony do whatever he wanted, but at the same time, the fact that he cared about you enough to do that with such affection warmed your heart.

Anyway, Monday went by uneventfully and during the night you asked Stephen about his plans for the next day and he replied that he would probably be at Kamar Taj all day sorting out who knows what and you understood that he hadn't really thought of anything different for the occasion. It was better this way, you told yourself. There would be enough celebrating on Saturday. However, you couldn't help but feel a little sad, but in the morning you woke up, took a shower and had your coffee normally and didn't even bother to be disappointed that your boyfriend wasn't home. Stephen always woke up before you and always left the house before you woke up when he had to work. So, you simply grabbed your bag and left for work like any other Tuesday.

With Stephen, however, you had no idea how you would celebrate or if you would celebrate at all. The big party would be on Saturday night and your actual birthday would be on Tuesday, and Tuesdays were complicated and tiring days at work. Stephen had mentioned dinner, but he had been so busy all week at Kamar Taj that you wondered if he had forgotten, and honestly, you wouldn't blame him if he had. Your birthday was never a topic of conversation between you because that was how you preferred it to be. Deep down, maybe you were afraid that he would question what the matter was, and you wouldn't know how to answer.

...

Stephen was feeling remorseful for not having waited for you to wake up to congratulate you first thing in the morning, but America had convinced him that their plan would be more successful if you thought he had forgotten what day it was. Stephen had a photographic memory, he tried to warn the teenager, he never forgot anything.

"Well, then she'll think you just didn't bother to say happy birthday to her," America had said, rolling her eyes. How that could be a good thing, he couldn't say, but since even Wong had gotten on board with this with unusual enthusiasm, Stephen had agreed to do as America suggested. He woke up in the morning, stroked your hair gently as he watched you sleep soundly for a second, and then left.

He remembered perfectly the first kiss, the first time you made love, how you blushed beautifully when he called you sweetheart for the first time and just like that, he knew that would be your pet name. You completely transformed his life and suddenly he stopped being a bitter and resentful man with control issues and became your Stephen, a person he sometimes didn't even recognize, but whom he liked to be much more.

Tuesday was boring and tiring at Kamar Taj as usual. He trained the students as he had promised Wong he would, and then devoted himself to preparing for the next mission that he thankfully wouldn't have to participate in. Overall, it was a Tuesday like any other, except that it wasn't. Stephen couldn't stop thinking about you all day. It was like a movie playing in his head, making him remember your moments together.

It was safe to say that even his relationship with the Avengers improved after you came into his life. You and Stark were great friends, Stephen had no choice but to live with the billionaire in a more friendly way and that wasn't a bad thing at all. Stephen liked having friends now, he even liked having America as his protégé and all of that was thanks to you. There wasn't much he could say to you that would express how much he loved you, but he tried and would continue to try every day. Especially today.

He smiled and nodded. "We better go before it gets too late to make dinner." He replied, watching the girl approach. "I don't want her to get home before we've everything sorted out." America nodded.

"Are you ready to go home yet?" America's voice echoed from the distance across the courtyard as he crossed the hall from the library to the dorms while she ran toward him.

"There'll be time, relax." And then she slapped her forehead with her hand. "The dress! I completely forgot! I need to go to the store to get it."

Stephen shook his head in confusion. "I thought you and Wong had already picked it up yesterday."

She shook her head. "It wasn't her size. The saleswoman had to order it from another store. It arrived this afternoon. We need to go there to get it."

"What took you so long?" He asked impatiently.

Stephen sighed. "I'll let Wong know we're on our way."

When you use portals to get around, everything gets easier. Within 15 minutes, Stephen and America had gone to the store to get your present and were already back home. Without even planning it, they both took a shower and met in the kitchen where Wong was already waiting with all the ingredients already on the balcony.

"I hope everything went well at the bakery." Stephen said without bothering to answer and Wong gestured to the refrigerator. When Stephen opened the fridge door, he saw exactly what he expected, a beautiful round cake with white frosting and colorful sprinkles that said "Happy Birthday, sweetheart." He just smiled and closed the door again.

"Did you remember to wrap her present?" Wong asked as if he doubted the answer and Stephen's ability to do it right.

"Yeah. And you? You still haven't told me what you bought for her."

"That's because it's none of your business. You'll see when it's time." He replied. "Now we better start cooking if we want this dinner to be ready on time."

Stephen agreed and simply followed Wong's orders, which were basically washing and chopping ingredients while the Sorcerer Supreme actually cooked. Stephen couldn't argue; he couldn't touch the food if he expected it to be edible.

...

You were starving when you left the office and were caught in a persistent rain. You even thought about stopping by the sandwich bar next door to get some sandwiches to take home, but laziness got the better of you and you ended up giving up. There was always the option of ordering pizza anyway.

It was almost 7pm and if there was any sun it would be setting. The days in April were starting to get longer at this time of the year and some flowers were starting to appear on the trees on Bleecker Street due to the arrival of spring. It was a beautiful time of year indeed and as you walked slowly down the street under your umbrella and saw the Sanctum as a fortress of love and security, you felt happy to be alive and to have that home to return to at the end of each day. When you finally walked through the door that opened by itself as always to let you in, you were greeted by a delicious smell of food that made your stomach growl. It was unusual, really. Unless Wong was home.

"Hi there!" You were welcomed by a baritone voice. "You took your time."

You left the umbrella dripping behind the door and put your bag on the sideboard before getting rid of your coat. "Long and boring day. I thought about buying sandwiches for dinner, but I decided against it." You answered turning to finally look at him and it was then that the feeling of warmth and love intensified even more. He was dressed in dark jeans and a purple shirt, his hair was carefully combed and his goatee perfectly drawn, which indicated that he had taken some time to make it that way.

"You look nice. Any plans for tonight I don't know about?" You asked without trying to be subtle and making him chuckle.

"I always look nice." He answered walking slowly towards you. "And the answer is yes and no, but I'm not going to explain it until you come upstairs with me. Something tells me you need a hot shower."

He finally reached you and touched your face gently before kissing your lips.

"Yes, please." That was all you said on his lips while letting out a little groan. "What a Tuesday!"

He chuckled softly taking your hand in his. "Mine wasn't a piece of cake either, but it's finally over." He nodded leading you upstairs.

After you had showered and spent some time on your post-shower skincare routine, you were ready to get dressed in your most worn and comfortable pajamas, but Stephen just tsked.

"You don't want Wong to see you like this." He warned and you remembered the delicious smell of food you smelled when you got home.

"Did he cook for us?" You asked excited at the idea of ​​eating a proper dinner instead of takeout. Stephen could say whatever he wanted, but you loved Wong's cooking. The Sorcerer Supreme really knew how to cook, in fact he cooked much better than you, but Stephen wasn't ready for that conversation.

Before he could answer, you grabbed a pair of denim shorts and a band t-shirt and got dressed.

"Actually, we cooked for you." Stephen finally confessed with a slight blush on his cheeks. "It all started with America's idea of ​​celebrating your birthday in a low-key way so you wouldn't get mad." He explained. “That was precisely her words”

You smiled from ear to ear. So he hadn't forgotten.

"It was also her idea for me to pretend I forgot it was your birthday today, and she'll probably be mad at me because I should take you downstairs before I tell you, but I couldn't bear to spend another minute of my day without saying it." Then he leaned in close, cupped your face between his shaking hands, and spoke sweetly, "Happy birthday, sweetheart." Before he could say anything else, you had your arms around his neck and pulled him abruptly into a kiss that started out casual and soon became intense and full of saliva and teeth.

"I really thought you forgot!" You confessed, letting out a relieved chuckle. "I don't know what got into me this year, but I spent the whole day thinking it was my birthday and that we should do something about it."

He pinched your cheek teasingly, "I happened to you."

You hummed, "Well, I can't refute that." You responded, pulling him back into your arms. lips in a kiss that lasted until you were interrupted by an incessant knocking on the door.

"Are you guys coming down or what?" America's voice sounded slightly irritated, which made you laugh softly.

"I think you better pretend to be surprised, or she'll kill me." Stephen whispered.

"We're going now." You replied.

When you went down to the dining room - you with the best surprised face you could muster - the table was set beautifully and the candlesticks, never used since you started attending the Sanctum, were lit with candles that seemed to give off a slightly musky scent, but that perfectly matched the delicious smell coming from the kitchen. Wong was finishing the last details and when he saw you, he opened a rare smile.

"Oh my... I can't believe you went to all that trouble!" You exclaimed sincerely.

"You didn't really think we forgot, did you?" He joked, coming towards you and, to your surprise, hugging you. You felt your cheeks turning slightly pink, but you surrendered to the hug, feeling your chest fill with joy and warmth.

"To be honest, I thought everyone had forgotten." You confessed when Wong stepped away and gently pulled out your chair for you to sit down. Stephen smiled ironically, as if he was surprised by his friend's gallantry and maybe even a little jealous, but he said nothing and just pulled out his own chair and sat next to you.

"I think I spent so much time asking people to ignore my birthday that I ended up being afraid that it had actually been ignored this year."

Wong smirked, pointing at all the food placed in front of you. "As you can see, it wasn't. We spent a lot of time thinking about each dish we would make, and we trust that Strange knows what he's talking about because he was the one who chose the menu saying that these are your favorite foods."

You smiled, looking at the food in front of you. Nothing matched, it was just a pile of your favorite foods and somehow you found it much more incredible than if it had been a perfectly prepared menu. There was a basket with fries and some sauces next to it. There was a dish with lasagna Bolognese and another with cannelloni in white sauce. They also roasted what looked like a pork leg and with it there was mashed potatoes, rice, salad and stroganoff. There was definitely enough food to serve about 20 people easily.

"Stephen and I helped Wong prepare everything." America said sitting down and smiling proudly. "Actually I was the one who thought of everything, all the good ideas. Stephen helped, of course. He thinks he knows you so much better than me just because you've known each other longer..."

"Four years longer than you, actually," he teased.

"As I was saying..." She started shooting daggers at him again. "I thought of the best things and even remembered the fries. But overall we didn't do much, Wong got us to do the meson place, the good stuff was on his hands."

"Years and years of practice," Wong said proudly, pulling out his own chair and sitting down as well. "Besides, I needed to make sure you two didn't burn anything."

America rolled her eyes at him and then turned her attention back to you. "Is everything how you like it?"

You smiled. "Of course it is. I just don't know if I'll be able to eat everything you guys prepared."

"Eat whatever you like best," Stephen suggested, taking your plate. "Can I serve you?"

You nodded, noticing that his hands weren't shaking and you knew he was using magic to keep them steady. God forbid he spilled anything that night. Not that you would care, but he would never forgive himself if he did. "What do you want, first?"

You thought for a minute. "I'll start with the fries and the stroganoff. They go together somehow. And to drink... as much as I appreciate the choice of a good wine..."

"She'll have a diet Coke with me." America finished and you winked at her.

Stephen rolled his eyes. "I spent a good fifteen minutes in the wine cellar choosing this wine."

"Well, I'm sure I'll enjoy it properly," Wong said, opening the bottle and pouring himself a full glass of the red wine. He raised the glass to his nose and inhaled deeply before taking a sip. "I really deserve this after the week I've had."

"It's only Tuesday." Stephen said, placing the plate back in front of you. He was clearly going to start serving America, but the teenager was in too much of a hurry to wait and began serving herself, putting a little bit of everything on her plate and carefully assembling a pyramid of food.

"You're going to get a stomachache." Stephen warned as he began to serve himself, but America just shrugged.

Wong helped himself too and soon you guys engaged in a heated conversation about which dish was the best and in the midst of all the silly talk, while eating and laughing like a family, you found yourself thinking that what made you want to celebrate your birthday was that you felt like you belonged to a real family now. Stephen, Wong and America were your family and there was nothing more incredible than spending time with them.

"Just a little bit" Stephen insisted, indicating that you try the roast pork, but you grimaced and refused.

"I feel like I'm going to explode if I eat any more." You confessed "I'm sure it will be good for dinner tomorrow. In fact, I thought we could save some for tomorrow's dinner and make some lunch boxes with the rest to send to the compound. What do you guys think?"

Wong nodded, wiping his lips and finishing what must have been his fourth or fifth glass of wine. "That's a great idea. The food is good, I'd hate for anything to go to waste."

"The lasagna will stay." Stephen demanded as he poured himself another piece of it. "This is extremely delicious."

You couldn't help but smile as you watched him eat. There must have been something about watching your man eat because you found it extremely cute and sexy.

"Okay, the lasagna will stay." You said, bringing your napkin up to his chin to wipe a drop of sauce off his goatee, which made him blush slightly.

...

Stephen smiled broadly as you listened to America explaining the feeling of entering the mirror dimension for the first time and you knew that he saw himself in each new discovery of hers, that as Wong had pointed out several times, he saw himself in America and he liked that. Stephen always told you that you had made him a better man, but you couldn't take all the credit for his growth as a person, America had a big part in that. It was after she arrived that he finally lost his fear of being loved and even though he didn't talk about it, you knew that America was a kind of replacement for the little sister he lost.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to clear the table." Wong announced with a pompous gesture with his fingers and everything simply disappeared. You didn't even question the physics of it anymore, you were just grateful that their magic saved you from having to wash so many dishes.

"Is it time yet?" America asked impatiently and Stephen shook his head.

"What are you two up to?" You asked curiously and Stephen just laughed softly, standing up.

"Trust me, you'll like it. But first, I hope you have saved some place for the dessert." He said, making his own pompous gesture with his fingers and a beautiful cake materialized in front of you. It was round, full of colorful sprinkles and on it was the words "Happy birthday, sweetheart" with a single lit candle.

Before you could process the fact that this was the first birthday cake you had since you became an adult, Stephen, America and Wong started singing 'happy birthday to you' as out of tune as possible and before you knew it, you were crying, but you were also laughing and smiling, and it was undeniable that you were happy.

"Make a wish" America asked before you blew out the candle. "I wish..." You began, but were interrupted by Stephen.

"It needs to be a secret or it won't come true."

You nodded, closing your eyes and thinking about your wish with all your might, and then you blew out the candle.

You definitely shouldn't have eaten the second piece of cake, but it was so good that it was impossible to deny it, and besides, there would always be the next day to make up for the excess calories, right? America, on the other hand, didn't seem worried about the calories she had consumed, but thinking about the amount of strength training that Stephen and Wong were subjecting her to, added to the fact that she was a teenager in full physical development, you knew there was no real reason for her to worry about it, and so she devoured the fourth slice quickly before looking at Stephen with her pleading eyes.

"Come on, it's time." She almost begged impatiently. Wong smirked, finishing his own slice of cake.

"Well, I guess it really is time. We have to go back to Kamar Taj after all."

You had moved your chair away from the table enough so that you could sit sideways in it and rest your back against Stephen's chest who was sitting right behind you. The excess sugar and carbohydrates were starting to kick in and you felt slightly sleepy.

"What exactly are you guys up to?" You asked interestedly. Somehow you knew that whatever it was had to do with you. America smiled broadly at Stephen, but it was Wong who answered and with a simple gesture of his fingers, a large, old and heavy book appeared in the air and fell into your lap.

"Oh my god, what is this?" You asked sitting up straight and picking up the book and placing it on the table to look at it. It had a reddish leather cover and gold lettering that read "The magic and mystery of the New York Sanctum."

"It tells the story of the Sanctum, its mysteries, peculiarities, rooms and secret passages, as well as the great events that happened here." Wong said proudly. "Theoretically it should belong to the master of the Sanctum, but since we agreed that the one who really runs the house is you, I decided that you should keep it. It is a humble gift, but of extreme value and it is also a way of saying that you are part of our world."

You couldn't help but feel emotional with those words. Since the beginning, you always wanted to be accepted and welcomed by Wong and you indeed got what you wanted and much more. You had his friendship. "This is... I don't even know what this is..." You found yourself whispering as your fingers caressed the cover of the book because your voice refused to come out.

"A small demonstration of my affection for you, Y/n. Happy birthday and thanks for making Strange a lot less unpleasant." Wong said with a smile at you that turned into a teasing smirk.

"You can compliment her without offending me, you know?" Stephen complained to which Wong shrugged.

"Sure, but it wouldn't be the same."

"Okay, now it's my turn!" America said, butting in. "Remember when we went to the mall and you were eyeing that dress?"

You put your hand over your mouth in disbelief when America made a white box materialize in front of you on the table. "No!"

"Yes!" She answered so excitedly that it seemed like the gift was for her. "I didn't understand why you didn't buy it, but after Stephen told me that Tony was having a party to celebrate your birthday, I knew you had to go dressed in it."

"But it was too expensive! That's why I didn't buy it."

"Well, I had some savings saved up and know that neither Stephen nor Wong had to give a dime to it. It's all me." She said proudly.

You opened the box, removing the silk and finally looking at the beautiful pink dress inside. "Argh, I hate you, kid! Come here, give me a hug."

America's smile widened as she walked around the table and ran to hug you.

"You're my best friend, Y/n."

"Oh, and you're mine."

The two of you were interrupted by Stephen clearing his throat exaggeratedly. "I think it's my turn now."

America stuck her tongue out at him and returned to her seat.

"Well, what could it be?" You teased and he smirked. "I heard you like this particular band, so I thought you might like this..." He moved his fingers and a beautiful vinyl of the album X by Cigarettes After Sex appeared in his hand. He didn't bother to wrap it, but there was a small red bow around the object.

You took the vinyl from his hands in a not-so-delicate way and a soft squeal escaped your lips, such was your ecstasy. "Oh my... there were only 500 copies, how did you..."

"Turn it over to see the back." He instructed proudly and when you did so you almost fell out of your chair. In beautiful script written in silver permanent marker it said "To you, Y/n, with all my love, Greg."

Your jaw dropped and you stared at Stephen and then at the vinyl and then at Stephen again and then at the vinyl trying to believe that this was real. "How..."

"Too much coercion and threats." America said teasingly and Stephen glared at her.

"He likes the Avengers. I promised I'd get him an autograph from Captain America."

You couldn't help but laugh "You're kidding."

He shook his head "I swear. But tell me, did you like it?"

You wrapped the vinyl in an awkward tight hug "What do you think?"

Stephen smirked "I think I deserve a kiss." He said holding your face in his hands and pulling you to his lips.

"Ew." You heard America complain, but at that moment, you didn't care.

"I think that's our cue. Shall we go?!" You heard Wong say as they stood up.

...

"I still can't believe everything they did for me tonight." You said still amazed by the incredible night they had given you.

You and Stephen were lying on the couch in the living room and Wong and America had just left back to Kamar Taj. The TV was on, and you had put on a random horror movie to play, but it was safe to say that neither you nor Stephen were giving a damn about the seemingly bizarre scenes on the screen.

Your bodies were so close that you could feel the heat emanating through Stephen's comfortable clothes, your legs were comfortably intertwined, and your ear was glued to his chest so you could hear the soft beating of his heart and that was the most beautiful sound in the world to you.

"You deserve everything we did and even more." Stephen answered after a minute of silence. His arms were tightly around your body, and he caressed your arms absentmindedly. "You are so loved, Y/n. Not only by me, but by everyone around you. There is something about you that is impossible not to like."

You smiled to yourself hearing those words. They seemed so foreign to you. As someone who grew up with the feeling of rejection rooted within you, it was difficult to receive love or simply understand it as something positive. For a long time you were afraid to love or be loved for fear of losing it.

"Thank you for loving me." You said simply and Stephen kissed your forehead affectionately.

"It's not like it's something hard to do." He joked.

"I spent my whole life thinking the opposite. I always saw myself as someone unlovable. You, Wong, America, Tony and all my Avengers friends showed me that wasn't true and I'm very grateful for that." You confessed, raising your head to look at him.

Stephen was so beautiful. You would never get used to the beauty of those cheekbones and that jaw, much less the color of his eyes and that goatee. The combination of all the details took your breath away every time you looked at him the way you were looking at him now.

"I love it when you look at me like that." He said smirking as if he could read your mind.

"Like what?"

"Like I'm the most important person in your life."

You smile, resting your chin on his chest. "But you are. I love you, Doctor Stephen Strange."

He smiled broadly, cupping your cheek. "And I you." He paused to think for a moment and then asked, "Can I ask what your wish was?"

You had to force your mind out of the trance his gaze had put you in and only then did you realize what he was talking about. "I thought it had to be a secret."

"I won't tell anyone." He said, smirking and making your heart flutter.

"I wished that you would stay in my life forever. That nothing would ever take the three of you away from me." You finally confessed and his smirk gave way to a sweet, open smile.

"You are so loved, sweetheart. I'm sorry the world made you think otherwise, but we are here every day to change that, to make this stubborn, anxious little head of yours understand that you are special.”

"I always feel special when I'm with you."

"Thank goodness because you are. I love you and again, Happy birthday." He said pulling you to his lips and just like that all your doubts, anxiety and tiredness of the day disappeared.

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Cafe Buddy

Synopsis: you were never a gamer nor interested in any games but when Karina forced you to play minecraft some things shifted.

Word Count: 1,150

Another Fluff from me today y’all! 💪

You were always the quiet, smart one — the kind of person people overlooked in a crowd.

Karina, on the other hand, was loud, famous, and impossible to miss.

But somehow, despite everything, you two became friends. Real friends.

“Hey, Y/N, where are you going?”

You barely had time to react before Karina’s hand landed on your shoulder, stopping you mid-step.

“I’m heading home to study. What about you, Karina?” you said, adjusting your bag.

She pouted dramatically, tugging at your sleeve.

“Aww, boring! Let’s go to the internet cafe instead. I have no one to play Minecraft with! My treat!”

Normally, you would’ve rejected an offer like that without a second thought.

But for her… you couldn’t say no.

“Uhh… sure?” you mumbled.

“Perfect!” she beamed, immediately grabbing your hand and leading the way down the street without waiting for another word.

The cafe had the faint smell of old wood and instant noodles, a hum of computers filling the air.

You both slid into seats side by side, monitors lighting up your faces.

“Alright, first things first: WASD to move,” Karina said like a pro gamer, winking at you.

“I know how to move,” you muttered, cheeks heating.

Within minutes, she had you building, crafting, and — after some chaotic first deaths — starting a hardcore world together.

The weeks blurred after that.

Every day after classes, it became the same comforting routine.

“Hey old man! Same two PCs please!” Karina called as you entered the cafe.

“Ya got it, Rina. That your boyfriend?” the old owner teased under his breath, making Karina splutter.

“N-No! No, he’s not!” she stammered, practically shoving you toward your usual spot.

You fought down a smile as you settled into your chair.

The world you built together was like your own secret little city — hidden farms, deep mines, endless adventures.

“Hey, do you have extra iron?” Karina asked one afternoon, leaning toward your screen.

“It’s in my chest,” you replied without looking.

She opened your perfectly organized chest and blinked. Coal neatly stacked. Iron. Gold. Diamonds sorted by type.

“Who organizes in Minecraft, you weirdo,” she teased, laughing under her breath.

“Beggars can’t be choosers,” you shot back, smirking.

Moments like this — easy, stupid, real — became everything.

You even caught yourself late at night studying Minecraft builds, redstone tutorials, and AFK farm strategies…

All just to make your shared world a little more magical for her.

Meanwhile, Karina kept expanding her chaotic sheep farm and obsessively collecting every axolotl she could find.

“I swear I’ll find the secret blue one,” she insisted, determined, as she dragged you across oceans.

One afternoon, Karina let out a loud gasp from beside you.

“AH! Y/N! How did you do that?!” she exclaimed, staring at the massive infinite iron farm you built.

You shrugged, biting back a grin.

“Just… watched some tutorials,” you said casually.

“You’re a genius,” she declared, genuine awe in her voice.

The compliment hit harder than you expected. You hid your smile by pretending to focus on your farm.

“Thanks,” you said quietly.

“Oh — and by the way, your axolotl killed my two salmons,” you added dryly.

Karina gasped dramatically, clutching her chest.

“It’s survival of the fittest, Y/N! My babies come first!”

A few weeks passed by in a blur of after-school rushes and Minecraft worlds.

You practically jogged to the internet cafe now, trying to keep up with Karina’s reckless pace.

“HEY! WHY AM I BEING ATTACKED?! I’M WEARING GOLD!”

Her scream echoed through the cafe.

You barely flinched, already used to it.

“You’re wearing yellow-dyed leather, dumbass,” you said calmly, not even glancing up from your build.

She blinked at her screen, utterly betrayed.

“Oh… that’s why my armor bar looks weird…” she muttered.

You snorted, reaching over to nudge her with your elbow.

“Genius.”

That afternoon was supposed to be the same — calm, stupid, perfect.

You both sat hunched over your monitors, cup noodles steaming beside you, laughter slipping between clicks.

Until the door jingled and a group of loud boys barged into the cafe.

You caught Karina stiffen before you even looked.

One of the boys peeled off from the group, sauntering toward you two like he owned the place.

“Fancy seeing you here, my Karina,” he drawled, voice thick with fake charm.

Karina didn’t even pretend this time.

She let out a loud, annoyed groan.

“Ugh. Great. This dude again,” she muttered, dragging a hand down her face.

She turned slightly in her chair to face him.

“What do you want? I’ve rejected you like, five times. Take the hint, man,” she said flatly.

The guy just chuckled like she was teasing him.

“C’mon, you don’t have to act tough. Everyone knows we’d be perfect together. You’re just playing hard to get.”

You leaned back slightly in your chair, hand resting casually on the back of Karina’s seat. A clear message.

“You heard her,” you said coolly, voice low but clear enough.

The guy’s eyes flicked to you, sizing you up.

“What, you her bodyguard now?” he sneered.

Karina clicked her tongue, about to say something, but the guy kept pushing.

“Come on, Karina, ditch the nerd. You deserve someone who’s not glued to a block game all day.”

That’s when Karina stood up sharply, chair scraping loudly against the floor.

“I don’t like you, idiot!” she snapped.

The whole cafe turned to look.

Her chest was heaving slightly, face flushed from anger — and something else.

She pointed directly at you without hesitation.

“I like Y/N, okay?!” she blurted out.

Silence crashed down around you.

The guy stood there, stunned, looking between you two like he couldn’t believe it.

Karina didn’t wait for a reaction. She just plopped back down in her chair, aggressively opening her Minecraft inventory like nothing happened.

You sat frozen for a second, brain short-circuiting.

Then slowly — carefully — you smiled.

Without looking at her, you reached over and bumped your shoulder against hers again, casual but deliberate

You stared at her, heart pounding, not sure if you even heard her right.

“What do you mean by that?” you mumbled, cheeks burning hotter by the second.

Karina shifted in her seat, playing with the hem of her sleeve before suddenly blurting out,

“Ah! I like you, Y/N! You’re the only one who actually cares about me… and I find that really sweet.

Your mind blanked. Completely.

You opened your mouth — then closed it again — no words coming out.

Karina just laughed softly, reaching over to pinch your bright red cheeks.

“You look so cute when you’re flustered!” she teased.

You swatted her hand away, face practically steaming.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, pouting.

“I’m not giving you any more Netherite.”

Karina only grinned wider, leaning her head lightly against your shoulder.

you can’t help but stiffen, its alright as long as she’s comfortable…

Head cannons !!

Actually the second attempt on a hardcore world, Karina hit an iron golem and miscalculated the amount of blocks she stacked up into and ended up getting fling and hitting the ground hard.

Whenever you were cooking the muttons and pork-chop she’d grab them all and give you 1/4 of it.

When she was almost killed by the piglins she smashed the table making the noodle broth spill over the mousepad (she spent an extra hour cleaning the setup)

Karina ended up getting the secret axolotl and posted it in her story but you were the only one who liked it, she insisted that her story was bugged. 147 views but only 1 like.

The two of you defeated the Enderdragon but Karina died because she raided a Mansion insisting that she can solo it, she later sabotaged your iron farm on your PC and killed your character ultimately losing the hardcore world.

[hyunjincanraptoo]

Crazy over you- H.HJ & B.CN

Hi, guys! If you are hyunchan girl just as I am, prepare your hearts cause this is going to be an emotional rollercoaster. That being said, tysm for your request @stephanieeeyang I'm really sorry it took so long, hope you like it 🫶🏻 click here for context

Word count: 8.1k

Warnings: smut, we have sub!hyunjin and soft dom!chan (separately), and also some angst

Alexa, play Moonstruck by Enhypen

No one really remembered who had suggested the trip, it just sort of happened. One moment, finals were ending, and the next, your group chat was overflowing with hotel links and tourism guides, everyone craving to escape campus for a few days before reality came crashing in.

It was the last summer before graduation. The last time you’d all be students before jobs, interviews, moving away, and trying to pretend you knew what you were doing with your life. Your group from the major— people you’d studied and cried with, ended up merging plans with Hyunjin’s soccer team.

At first, the crossover made no sense, a clumsy mix of different energies, but somehow it clicked. Loud, chaotic, unpredictable. Just perfect.

You didn’t know all of Hyunjin’s friends, but you did know Chan— captain of the soccer team. Known for his talent, discipline, and for always being way too kind for someone so intimidatingly attractive. You’d seen him around before. In the cafeteria, in the library, once leaning against a wall outside the gym with his shirt damp from practice and a water bottle pressed to his lips. And you’d been captivated ever since.

He’d looked at you before. And smiled— that dimpled smile that made your brain short circuit everytime. It didn’t happen too often, but enough. Enough to leave your heart racing and your brain spinning, replaying the soft curve of his smile like you’d do with your new favorite music.  

Still, you’d never talked. No even once. 

Maybe this trip was the perfect opportunity for it.

•°. *࿐

You were in a group of ten, all staying at a shared Airbnb by the sea in Malibu, and you were rooming with a girl from your class.

The second your suitcase hit the floor, Hyunjin stormed in like he lived there, “You’re gonna miss me when we’re not in the same classes anymore”, he said, throwing himself face down on your bed and stealing your bottle of water.

“You act like I don’t already miss you when class ends”.

He rolled over to face you, eyes glinting, “Awww. You love me”.

You grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him, “Shut up”.

This was normal. You and Hyunjin had grown close through group projects, shared classes, and a mutual love of coffee and complaining about teachers. He was your best friend in the way only someone who saw you at your worst could be. 

But lately... something was different. There were pauses between your jokes. Lingering looks that didn’t quite laugh off like they used to.

Still, you chose to not question it.

•°. *࿐

At night the group hit downtown, chattering and weaving down sidewalks. The ten of you, walked like one loud, lost parade, arguing over directions and restaurant choices.

Hyunjin was beside you again, nudging your shoulder playfully as you talked about Changbin’s terrible choice of outfit— a mesh tank top and leopard print pants. A little ahead, Chan was deep in a conversation with two of the other players, Felix and Han. His hoodie sleeves were rolled up, the curve of his neck visible under the streetlights.

You tried not to look. Of course, you failed. He was beautiful— plain and simple. Showing his confidence and effortless charisma, the kind of person who seemed grounded no matter the noise around him. He laughed at something one of the others said, and the sound floated back to you like a warm breeze.

You even almost stumbled over a crack in the pavement, “You’re being so obvious”, Hyunjin said, his voice low with amusement.

You looked at him, startled, “What?!”

“That thing where you look at someone and forget how walking works”

“I don’t… I wasn’t…!”.

Hyunjin grinned, “Relax. Chan’s cute. I get it”.

You elbowed him, flustered, “Shut up”.

At the next corner, while the others debated directions, Hyunjin tugged on your sleeve and tilted his head toward a hotel entrance.

“Shortcut”, he said, “Trust me”.

You followed without thinking.

Inside, the air was cool and quiet and the floors polished. The two of you moved through the lobby like shadows, the laughter from outside fading behind you. Passing the glass doors that separated the lobby from the parking garage, you could almost hear the faint hum of the underground garage. Then, out of nowhere, a hotel staff car shot out from the lot, reversing at full speed, too fast and too close.

“Shit!”, Hyunjin yanked you back by the waist, the motion throwing your body against his chest.

You stumbled, heart caught into your throat, as the car’s headlights cut across your feet and then vanished around a corner.

His arm was still around you, chest pressed to yours, his hand splayed just above the small of your back. You were close, too close, clinging to his jacket, the adrenaline fading into something… different.

You looked up. He was already staring at you. Eyes wide, lips parted slightly.

“We were this close to getting hit by that guy”, you said, half laughing, half shaking.

“We could've died”,  he said dramatically.

You laughed again, and it was like something snapped into place. The kind of moment you’d seen in movies but never lived. The kind where the laughter fades, the distance vanishes, and the air shifts into something electric.

His gaze shifted to your lips and yours did the same.

“Wait…”, you whispered, panic breaking the spell. “Hyunjin… aren’t you with… What’s her name again?”.

He scoffed, “Yeji?! Ew! No, she's like a sister to me!”.

Your stomach flipped. You wanted to say, ‘but what about Chan?’. But Hyunjin was still looking at you like you were the only thing keeping him anchored to the planet.

And his lips? God, his lips. They looked so… inviting.

Then, you leaned in. So did he.

The kiss was gentle. Careful at first, as if testing if it was real. Then it became deeper. His mouth was incredibly soft, lips moving with a lazy kind of rhythm that made you dizzy. He kissed you like he was learning you, like he was trying to memorize the way you simply breathed.

For a second, it felt like nothing outside of that kiss existed. Just the cool lobby, the hum of the elevator in the background and his hand curled around your waist.

When reality came crashing in again, urgent. You pulled back, breathless, “We can’t get caught. I don’t want our friends to see”.

He looked at you, confused, but he nodded. An unreadable smile curled in his lips as he stepped back.

You both said nothing as you exited the hotel, slipping back into the night just in time for the rest of the group to reappear down the block. They hadn’t even noticed your absence.

You stepped behind them like nothing happened. Like your heart wasn’t racing, like you weren’t still thinking, ‘What if Chan finds out? What if I just ruined everything?’

•°. *࿐

You excused yourself to the bathroom as soon as you reached the restaurant. With your head still spinning, you splashed cool water on your face, reapplied your lip balm, stared at your reflection and tried to act like everything was under control, when really, it wasn’t.

You told yourself, ‘Get it together. Nobody knows. Just sit somewhere neutral and act normal’.

When you walked back out, your group was sitting on a big round table tucked in the back. You paused in the doorway.

You looked at Hyunjin, an empty seat beside him. Chan also had an empty seat near him.

Your throat tightened, and you forced yourself to swallow the panic.

Too close to Hyunjin and it would be suspicious. Too far, and he might notice. Too close to Chan and…

A soft, warm voice broke your thoughts, “Hey”. Chan turned in his seat slightly and smiled up at you, “There’s an empty sit in here”.

He gestured to the seat beside him. His hand rested casually on the back of the chair, his smile the same gentle one you’d memorized in those rare moments across campus.

You hesitated before looking at the seat beside Hyunjin. He was leaning back on his chair, scrolling through his phone, the corner of his mouth twitching when he noticed you watching. He raised an eyebrow like he was daring you to sit beside him, like he expected you to.

You looked back at Chan.

He shifted slightly, reaching for his glass of water, biceps flexing under the sleeves of his shirt. His eyes found yours again and softened even more, “Only if you want to”, he added.

You nodded, quietly before sliding into the seat beside him. “Hi”, you said,almost like a whisper.

He turned his full attention to you then, his expression lighting up like he’d been waiting for this all night.

“I was hoping we’d get to talk,” he said easily, resting his chin in his hand. “You’re Hyunjin’s best friend, right? Same major?”

You blinked. “You… know that?”

He grinned. “Of course I do. You always pass by our field with your headphones on. I’ve seen you sprint across campus when it rains too. You don’t think anyone notices, but…” He tilted his head, “I do.”

You froze, “Oh god”

“No, it’s cute!”, he laughed, “Like, one of those things you remember because it makes you smile. You’re kind of famous among the guys. We have a whole theory you secretly teleport between buildings”

You hid your face in your hands, groaning, “Please stop”

He laughed again, “I’m just messing with you. But seriously, I’ve always wanted to say hi. You seem really cool”

You peeked out from behind your hands, “I’m not”

“You’re adorable”, he said before leaning a little closer, voice lowering, “But I get it. You’re nervous”

Your eyes widened.

“I mean, around me”, he smiled,  “Which is also cute. But don’t worry, I’m not as cool as you think. I just work out a lot and talk too much”

You laughed, finally relaxing a little.

“I’m really glad we’re doing this trip”, he said, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, “Maybe we could do something tomorrow? Just us. I saw this boardwalk place with games and food trucks. Sounds fun”

You looked at him, eyes wide again,“You’re serious?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t”

He smiled, and your heart pounded against your ribs like that feeling of falling in love— helpless, a little terrifying— hit you all at once. 

You nodded, smiling too. “Okay”, you said, “Let’s do it”

Across the table, Hyunjin hadn’t taken his eyes off you once. He didn’t even notice his food getting cold. Or the way his friends talked around him. All he could see was you. Laughing.

With Chan.

Laughing the way you used to with him. The way you’d lean into his side during class, roll your eyes dramatically, rest your head on his shoulder while whispering gossip or half asleep complaints about morning lectures.

He knew you had a crush on Chan. You’d confessed it once after a few too many soju shots, blushing, giggling, hiding your face while Hyunjin made fun of you and promised not to tell.

It never bothered him. Not until now.

Now, watching you sit beside Chan, knees brushing, faces too close, whispering shared secrets like you were confidants, it made something twist in his chest.

He didn’t recognize the feeling at first. It felt like anger but not quite. Like heartbreak, maybe.

But damn, why now? Why him? Why seeing Chan make you smile in ways Hyunjin thought were just for him, hurt so much?

He dropped his silverware with a loud clatter and left the table, jealousy boiling in his blood.

•°. *࿐

The group split after dinner, some to the karaoke, others back to the Airbnb.

You stayed, waiting for your Uber, when Hyunjin caught up with you.

“Hey”, he said, voice low.

You turned, surprised, “Oh, hi… are you okay?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he took one step closer. Then another. Until your back met the cool wall beside the vending machine. He was close, way too close, crowding your space like he belonged there.

You blinked up at him, “Hyun…”

“What was so funny?”, he asked, quiet, trying to stay calm,  “You were laughing all dinner. Like he was the most hilarious guy on earth”

You stared at him, “Wait. Are you…?”

His jaw clenched, “I’m just asking”

You tilted your head, “It was just jokes. We were talking about classes, how Felix snores, nothing important”

Hyunjin scoffed, “Right”

“And anyway”, you said, stepping to the side, brushing past him, “I’m going somewhere with him tomorrow. So I should sleep early. Night, Jinnie”

He didn’t stop you, didn’t follow. But as you walked away, you felt his gaze burning into your back, like somehow trying to pull you back to him.

You lay in bed later that night, the room dark except for the blinking glow of your charging phone. Chan had sent a sweet goodnight text, something about looking forward to tomorrow. Your heart fluttered when you read it.

But your mind? It was still back at the vending machine. Back in the weight of Hyunjin’s stare. The heat of his body close to yours. The way his voice deepened when he said your name.

Why did he care so much about you and Chan? Why did you care that he cared?

And why did the only kiss you wanted to replay again and again tasted like Hyunjin?

•°. *࿐

The sun was high, and the ocean breeze tangled through your hair as you and Chan wandered along the boardwalk. Everything smelled like corn dogs, popcorn, and sunscreen. He was wearing a black baggy tank top and sunglasses, and his hand brushed yours a few times as you walked. It was casual, like he didn’t even notice but your heart did.

He was easy to be around. Funny, silly but thoughtful. He made you feel like he really saw you.

“You’re really bad at this”, he said with a wide grin, watching your dart bounce off the target and land pathetically on the ground.

“Okay, in my defense, the wind is definitely against me”

“There’s no wind!”, he said, laughing.

“Exactly. So suspicious”

“Come here”, he stepped behind you, close enough that you felt the warmth of him through your clothes, “Let me help”.

You paralysed.

His big, warm hands reached for yours and guided your fingers around the dart properly. “You’re holding it too loose”, he murmured, leaning down so his chest brushed your back, his breath brushing the shell of your ear, “You’ve gotta keep your elbow up, like this”

You tried to focus, but your brain was already fried.

His voice was deep and low and it made every part of you extra aware of how close he was. His clean, woody scent filled your lungs, and when he lightly adjusted your wrist with one strong hand, you shivered.

Chan paused.

“You okay?”, he asked softly, his breath ghosting against your cheek.

“Yeah”, you said, but your voice cracked.

He laughed under his breath, amused, “You’re cute when you’re nervous”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t pull away, “Am I ever not nervous around you?”

“Not yet” he said,  “But I’m hoping you’ll get there soon”

The day passed in a blur. You tried mini golf, he won a plushie in a claw machine and you spilled ice cream on your shirt but Chan helped clean it with a tissue. 

By the time you were walking back toward the house, the sky had faded into the soft purples and oranges of sunset. Chan reached out and touched your wrist lightly.

“Hey”, he said, “I had a really really good time with you today”

You looked up at him, heart thumping, “Me too”

He hesitated, then leaned in, not all the way. Just enough to tilt your chin gently with his index finger and press a kiss to the corner of your lips.

It was soft, careful, but still made you melt completely.

“I wanted to”, he said quietly, “But I didn’t want to rush it”

Your breath turned shallow.

“See you tomorrow, okay?”, he added, backing away slowly, still smiling at you like you were the only person in the whole world, “Sleep well tonight”

You nodded, “You too”

And when he turned to head to his room, you watched him go with a fluttering heart and a warmth that spread through your whole chest.

•°. *࿐

But when bedtime came, you couldn’t sleep. There were too many thoughts in your head, too many butterflies in your stomach. Fifty percent because of Chan, and the other half— because of Hyunjin.  So after rolling in bed for an hour, you walked down the hallway and knocked on Hyunjin’s room.

It was Han who opened it with a controller still in hand, “Oh hey!”

"Hi, Han”

“Are you looking for Jinnie?”.

You nodded, “Is he in?”.

Han narrowed his eyes, then glanced back at Changbin whose eyes were glued to the screen, “Nah, he went out like twenty minutes ago. Said he was meeting up with someone. Don’t think he mentioned who, though”.

Your stomach twisted a little.

“Oh”, you said, “Okay. Thanks”

“Wanna stay for FIFA?”, Changbin asked, not even looking at you.

You shook your head and backed away, “No, I’m… I’m good. Just wanted to talk to him”.

After saying goodbye, you turned around and walked slowly back to your room. But all the magic from earlier was replaced by something heavier, something tight and sour and frustrating. You didn’t even like Hyunjin that way.

Right?

You weren’t supposed to feel this. You went out with Chan. You laughed until your belly ached and felt fireworks when he kissed the corner of your lips. You were supposed to be floating. So why did the idea of Hyunjin being with someone else make you feel like you couldn’t breathe?

You closed the door behind you and sat on your bed, hugging the plushie Chan had won for you. It didn’t help. Your thoughts were already tangled in Hyunjin’s laugh, his touch, the heat of his breath on someone else’s skin… And, damn, you could feel your head spinning.

It felt almost like… you were jealous.

•°. *࿐

The day after:

It was early and the kitchen was quiet. You sat alone, slowly peeling your orange and sipping at a, now, cold cup of tea, lost in your thoughts. Lost in them— the boys stuck in your mind like thread you couldn't separate.

Your lip still tingled from Chan’s almost kiss the day before, and yet, Hyunjin was the one who wouldn’t leave your head.

Where had he gone? Who had he gone with?

You didn’t like the jealousy in your chest, but it lingered, bitter as the black tea in your mouth. And then, as the Universe was enjoying your misery, the door gently swung open.

You didn’t have to look up, you felt it in the air first. The warmth of him, the scent of morning sweat and sunscreen. His breath was still heavy from the run. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead, and his shirt clung to his chest, damp with sweat.

“Morning”, Hyunjin said casually, walking over like he hadn’t cracked your brain open last night just by not being there, “You’re up early”

“Couldn’t sleep”, you muttered, stabbing your orange segment with a fork.

He leaned down, pressed a lazy kiss to your cheek, then stole the toast from your plate and took a bite like it wasn’t yours. “Hum. I always love your burnt toasts”.

You blinked at him, lips tightening.

He grinned, still chewing, “What?”

“I see you’re in a good mood”, you said,  “Guess she was that great, huh?”.

He paused mid bite, eyes narrowing in confusion, “She…?”.

You didn’t meet his gaze, still you did, "Whoever you went out with last night”.

He kept silent for a few seconds, trying to process whatever was happening, “You think I was on a date?!”.

You shrugged,  “Why not? It’d explain why you were in a mood and suddenly came back all sunshine and sweet”

Hyunjin scoffed, stepping closer, “I wasn’t on a date, I went out with Felix!”.

You blinked, “Felix?!”

“Yeah”, he said, voice louder now, “He found this pottery workshop near the beach, and I’ve been meaning to try it. Figured it’d help clear my head”. 

You paused. 

Then finally, you looked up at him, “Do you really think I’m going to bite that?”.

His jaw clenched, “Oh, okay. So you can sneak off with Chan all day, come back glowing and even kiss him… ”.

He glanced at your mouth then looked away, nostrils flaring with anger,  “And I’m the one who has to answer for shit I didn’t even do?!”

“How do you…”

“I saw you guys from the balcony”. He admitted, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly stressed.

“Well, that’s different”

“How?!”, he demanded, “Why are you allowed to be jealous and I’m not, huh?”.

You stood up from your chair so fast it scraped against the floor.

“I’m not jealous!”, you lied

“You’re acting like it!”

“So are you!”

He stepped forward, closer 

“Maybe I am!”, he growled,  “Maybe I didn’t like watching him make you laugh like I used to. Or seeing you look at him like he’s the only one who exists. Like you forgot about me”.

His eyes flicked between yours, lips parted, chest still rising and falling fast from the run or… from your heat.

“Hyunjin…”.

But that’s all you got to say before he kissed you. It was messy. Desperate. Your back hit the wall next to the fridge with a soft thud, and his hands were already under the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing hot against your skin.

You gasped, and he took that sound like an invitation, slipping his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your breath.

You clutched at his shoulders, pulled him closer, groaned when his hips aligned with yours. Your shirt was halfway up your torso, and his lips already wandered down your neck, teeth grazing over your pulse, when…

“YOOO! BREAKFAST SQUADDDD!!”, someone yelled from the stairs. It was Han’s voice and Felix’s laugh trailing behind it. You both froze. They were seconds from walking in.

Hyunjin pulled back with a frustrated  growl and pressed his forehead against yours. “I hate them”, he whispered.

You let out a breathless laugh, but your heart was still racing. “You should go. You’re still all sweaty”

“Not the only one who’s hot and wet, though”,he muttered, smirking even as he fixed your shirt and stepped back.

Then he leaned in one last time and whispered, “We’re not done”, before disappearing down the hall toward the staircase.

You collapsed back in your chair, hair messy, lips swollen, heart practically in your throat.

Seconds later, Chan walked in along with Han and Felix. He spotted you, and smiled, “Hey, there you are! I tried to call you but you didn’t pick up”.

You offered a small smile, “I don’t have my phone cause I came down early. Couldn’t sleep”.

He grabbed a plate, sitting next to you, concerned printed on his face,  “You okay?”.

You nodded too quickly, “Yeah. Just… thinking”

“Want some distraction?”.

You glanced at his warm smiles, dimples showing up in each one of his cheeks, the kindness in his voice that somehow didn’t feel like enough this morning.

"Actually”, you said, standing , “I think I need to clear my mind”.

And before he could say more, you slipped out with your heart heavy, Hyunjin's kiss haunting your lips, and thoughts raging like the sea after a storm

•°. *࿐

You paced the hallway like a ghost with nowhere to haunt. Every step echoed louder in your chest than it did on the wooden floor. Your mind was a carousel of thoughts that couldn’t stop spinning around Hyunjin.

You needed clarity. Or maybe you just needed him. Before you could second guess it, you walked to his door, and knocked twice. A moment passed, then it swung open.

Hyunjin stood there, hair dripping in soft wet strands, a white towel wrapped low around his hips. His chest still glistened from the steam of the shower, water dripping over his defined collarbone, trailing down to the lines of his abs. His skin looked flushed and clean, the scent of soap immediately flooding your senses.

You blinked, swallowing thickly, “I’ll come back later”. 

“No, you won’t”, he said, stepping into the doorframe like he could stop time. “We need to talk”

“Not while you’re wet and naked, Hyunjin”, you muttered, attempting to turn.

“Why not? It’s more fun like this”, he smirked.

That stupid, teasing smirk. You hated how much you loved it.

With a sharp inhale, you shoved him back inside the room and kicked the door shut behind you. His towel loosened slightly with the force, and the shock in his eyes barely had time to register before your hands were tangled in his damp hair and your mouth was on his.

You kissed him like he was oxygen and you’d been drowning. Hyunjin groaned into your mouth, his hands fumbling at your waist, but you were already guiding him backward, until his back hit the wall.

“I can’t take your games anymore”, you whispered into his mouth

“Then don’t stop”, he panted, “Please, don’t”.

You tore the towel from his hips, letting it drop without a second thought. His cock was already aching for you. Hyunjin’s whole body flinched when you dragged your palms over his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen, then lower, teasing his sensitive, flushed skin just above his throbbing length.

You shoved him back onto the bed without ceremony. His body dropped against the mattress, a deep grunt slipping from his lips. You climbed over him, straddling his hips, grinding down against his hot hard length. He groaned, broken, as his hands gripped down on your thighs, too tight, too desperate.

“Wait…", he gasped

 “No fucking waiting, Hyunjin", you hissed back, grabbing his cock in your fist and lining him up at your entrance.

You sank down onto him in one slow, brutal motion, and Hyunjin almost sobbed.

His hips jerked upward instinctively, thrusting deeper, chasing your heat with a feral hunger. You rode him, grinding down, dragging every inch of him inside you until you were both shaking.

He was loud beneath you, panting, moaning, begging in choked, shattered words. His nails dug into your skin hard enough to leave crescent moon shaped marks.

Hyunjin touched you helplessly, hands flying up to grab your ass, your waist, pulling you down harder onto him, making you feel how much he needed you.

“I don’t know how or when….shit…”, he gritted out between thrusts, “But I can't stop thinking about you… I fucking can't…."

You kissed him like you were trying to devour him— biting at his lips, dragging moans from his throat, swallowing every desperate sound he made. Your bodies moved together rough and fast, making the bedframe bang against the wall. The obscene sounds of you fucking him, echoed through the room. The scent of sweat and sex and need clinged to your skin, driving you both completely mad.

Hyunjin lost it first— with a hoarse, broken cry, he came deep inside you, hips jerking wildly as he filled you until you were dripping him. Even though he didn’t stop, he kept moving, thrusting faintly into you, still trembling, still chasing something unattainable. You came moments after, clenching hard around him, pulling a raw groan from deep in his chest.

When you finally collapsed on top of him, breathless and shaking, he didn’t let you go. He wrapped his arms around you like he was afraid you might disappear if he loosened his grip even for a second. His forehead pressed to your shoulder, his breath hitching— choked, wet.

“Don’t pick him, Yn”, he whispered, voice cracked, "Pick me"

You could feel his shaky breath, the hot tears sliding down your warm skin— he really meant everything he was saying. Every word, every trembling syllable. And for the first time, you realized just how much it would destroy him if you didn’t.

You remained still with your fingers curled around his neck, “Are you… crying?”, you asked quietly, already knowing the answer.

“No”, he said, too fast.

But the way his chest rose and fell unevenly with every sob said otherwise.

“I just…”, he sniffled, “I just don’t want to lose you”

“Hyun… I– I can’t,” finally he looked at you, eyes red and face soaked and sticky with tears.

“Why not?”, his expression held genuine confusion.

“What about Chan?”, your voice slowly faded.

He buried his face in your shoulder again, and let out a bitter laugh.

“You say that, but with all due respect…”, he brushed his lips softly against your skin,

“I’m the one who’s balls deep inside you”

The silence was almost suffocating but you didn’t answer.

You couldn’t. Your mind was a blur, your heart racing, and your throat too tight to speak.

So you stayed there, pressed against him in silence, as everything inside you fractured quietly.

•°. *࿐

Later that day, the sun had just started to dip behind the horizon. The beach was quieter, most of the group having returned to the shared house. Hyunjin sat alone in the sand, knees drawn up, arms resting over them, eyes lost on the ocean.

He didn’t move when he heard footsteps approaching, didn’t even turn when Chan sat down beside him, brushing sand from his hands.

“You okay, bro?”, Chan asked lightly, nudging Hyunjin’s shoulder, “You’re usually the one laughing too loud or making us chase a volleyball you threw into the ocean”

Hyunjin let out a dry huff, still not looking at him, “Yeah… I’ve just been…”, he paused, biting back the truth, “With my mind stuck”

Chan raised a brow, “Is it a girl?”

Hyunjin chuckled under his breath, soft but bitter, “Yes… in fact, it is”

Chan wiggled his eyebrows playfully, “Well, now we’re talking. What’s wrong?”

Hyunjin exhaled, fingers dragging in the sand, “We’ve been friends for a long time now. Me and her. And suddenly, out of nowhere, I started to… feel more”

 “And her?”

Hyunjin gave a long pause before replying

"I think she likes someone else”, he looked at his best friend, "I know she likes someone else. But… I think she likes me too. It's like... it had always been here, this feeling, but I never noticed it until..."

He closed his eyes, remembering your kiss— your warm, soft lips against his. Your tongue dancing with his, wet, hot and sensual.

"Well… until I realized I might lose her to another guy"

Chan nodded, gaze turning toward the sea, “Just make sure to tell her how you feel before it’s too late”

Hyunjin tilted his head, eyes squinting as the breeze tousled his hair, “You think so?”

“Yeah. Your guy Chris knows a thing or two about girls”, Chan joked with a grin.

Hyunjin glanced at him, “What about you and Yn?”

Chan blinked, cheeks already blushing, “W-what?”

“You seem to get along well”

Chan scratched the back of his neck, suddenly shy, “Yeah, she’s… she’s captivating”

Hyunjin’s smile was faint, “I know”

“Do you?”, Chan asked quietly.

Hyunjin nodded, “Yeah. I’ve known her for a long time now but… every new day I find something else about her that makes me feel like I’m still getting to know her. She’s always surprising. She makes you want to know her a bit more”

Chan’s smile lingered, but there was something off in it now, something fading.

“You’re lucky, you know, Chan”, Hyunjin said, “I think she likes you”

“Really?” he looked at the younger, genuinely caught off guard.

“Yeah”

Hyunjin gave him a small smile. But the moment their eyes met, something in Chan changed. The pieces were clicking. The girl Hyunjin liked for a long time, who maybe liked another guy. The girl who Hyunjin thought liked him too, whose name he didn’t say, but didn’t need to.

Chan’s smile faltered but not enough for his friend to notice.

Hyunjin stood, brushing sand from his shorts, “I think I’m gonna go inside. Maybe read or something”

“Yeah”, Chan said, nodding, “Sure”

Hyunjin started walking back, leaving Chan behind. He stood there in the sand, a little too quiet putting pieces together he didn’t want to.

•°. *࿐

You hadn’t meant to end up alone with Chan. It just happened. The others were out for a late night beach walk— and you’d stayed behind to think. Just one glass of wine turned into two. Then Chan had found you there, sitting barefoot on the balcony of your room with your knees tucked to your chest.

“You okay?”, he asked gently.

You nodded, “Just thinking too much. Again”

“That’s a dangerous thing”, he teased, sitting down beside you, “Want to talk about it?”

“I don’t even know how” you admitted, “I feel… stupid. I feel like I messed everything up”

Chan turned to you, his eyes were warm and kind as always, “You didn’t mess anything up. You’re allowed to be confused. Especially if you’ve a lot on your heart”

You swallowed. His voice was comforting, and when he spoke like that, it felt like the world got easier. 

“I…”, you hesitated, “I don’t want to hurt anyone”

“You won’t”, he said, brushing his knees with yours, “You’ve got people around you who care. Me included. You can always lean on me, okay?”

You looked up at him, “I know. That’s part of the problem”

He smiled, and raised his glass at the same time as your hand flinched and knocked into him, spilling wine down the front of his shirt.

“Shit! Oh my god, Chan! I’m so so sorry!”

But Chan just laughed, “It’s okay. Just give me a second to get rid of this thing”. He looked right at you when he said it, as his fingers found the first button.

You didn’t mean to stare.

You really didn’t.

But his skin was flushed with warmth, the curve of his collarbone, the defined contour of his exposed torso illuminated by moonlight. He wasn’t doing it just for comfort. He was doing it for you. Letting you see him. Letting you decide.

“Still thinking too much?”, he asked, voice lower now.

You blinked at him. Then pulled him for a kiss.

It started cautiously. Like maybe if you hesitated long enough, the ache in your chest would disappear. But Chan’s hands held your jaw with such care— his thumbs pressed softly into your cheeks, his mouth parted against yours like he’d been waiting years for this moment, and it melted into something undeniable.

He pressed you against the edge of the bed, leaning his body into yours. You didn’t want to do that. But you wanted it more than anything at the same time.

The fire spread quickly, hot and intense. Your hands tangled in Chan’s curls, nails scraping lightly against his scalp, and he groaned low in his throat. His hands gripped your waist firmly and when he kissed you again, it wasn’t gentle anymore. It was starved, tasting you like he needed it to live.

Soon, your shirt yanked over your head, his belt loosened with a shaky tug, jeans and underwear sliding down his legs effortlessly.

Chan’s hands roamed everywhere and when he finally touched between your legs, you shuddered. His fingers slipped through your folds, finding you already slick, and he groaned like he was in pain.

“You’re so wet”, he whispered, circling your clit with torturous pressure.

You whimpered, hips bucking into his touch, shamelessly and desperate. His lips locked around your nipple, sucking hard enough to leave you dizzy, while his fingers slipped lower, teasing your entrance but not pushing in yet. Making your body beg without words.

When he finally pushed two fingers inside you, you cried out, nails digging deep into his shoulders. He fucked you good with them, curling just right, thumb still rubbing circles on your clit until your thighs started to tremble.

“Please…”, you gasped, voice dying mid sentence.

He didn’t make you say it twice.

Chan lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bed, laying you down on the mattress. He knelt between your thighs, stroking his cock slowly, eyes dark with lust.

“Look at you all desperate”, he rasped, “All for me”

He dragged the flushed head of his cock through your folds, teasing you both before finally— agonizingly slow— he pressed in, splitting you open with a delicious stretch.

Chan’s breath came ragged against your skin as he bottomed out, pushed into the very end.

“You’re tight, babygirl”, he panted, hips trembling with restraint, “So deliciously tight”. 

Finally, he started to move. His thrusts were long and deep, dragging almost all the way out before pushing back in with calculated force. The sound of your bodies colliding, wet and messy, filled the room, along with your whimpers and his broken moans.

Chan’s fingers laced together with yours— reminding you he was there. His other hand slid under your thigh, wrapping your leg higher around his waist, letting him thrust even deeper, angling precisely right to grind against your clit with every roll of his hips.

Your stomach tightened with every thrust.

“You’re close, aren’t you?”, he murmured hoarsely, lips brushing your ear.

You nodded frantically, choking on sobs of pleasure, body trembling under his pace.

But then, without thinking, without meaning to, the name slipped from your lips in a wrecked gasp

“Hyunjin…”

Chan’s body stopped immediately. Still buried inside you with his breath caught painfully in his chest — he didn’t move.

The silence was louder than any moan or gasp from before.

You could feel the way his heart dropped, the way his whole body emotionally collapsed like the world had just ended inside him.

Slowly, he pulled out and you gasped again, this time from the emptiness.

He sat at the edge of the bed, head bowed, back tense, jaw clenched 

“Was it always him?”, he whispered, so soft you barely heard it

Your mouth opened  to deny it, to explain, but nothing came out— you couldn’t fix this, you couldn’t take it back.

Tears burned your eyes.You reached for him, a trembling hand brushing his shoulder.

But he flinched.

You swallowed a sob and pulled the blanket around yourself, trying to cover the shame. You didn’t blame him at all.

“I’m sorry, Chan”, you whispered, voice breaking apart.

Chan just nodded, “I know”

He stood after a long moment, grabbing his jeans from the floor and pulling them on without a word.

You watched him walk away— shirtless and heartbroken. 

•°. *࿐

The next morning was quiet. No footsteps from the hallway, just you tugged in the living room, hair messy and heart even messier.

Chan slid the door open quietly. No words at first, he just sat beside you. 

You spoke first, “Last night… I shouldn’t have let that happen”

His voice was calm, “You weren’t alone in it”

“I still feel like I used you”

Chan looked at you, and for a moment, you hated that he was still so kind. His smile was faint but real, “I knew you weren’t mine. I just thought maybe… I could be someone you leaned on. Even just for a while”

You bit your lip, guilt consuming you whole, “I’m sorry. I really am”

“I know”, he said, again, just like the night before.

Then, almost in a whisper, you let it slip, “I love him”

Chan blinked, looking at you carefully

“I don’t know when it started”, you said, voice trembling now, “I didn’t even want to feel it. And I tried to push it down. But he’s just... in me. All the time. And I don’t know how to live with it anymore”

Chan stayed quiet, letting you speak.

“I keep replaying every second I had with him. Every stupid little moment. I remember how he always saved me a seat in lectures. How he passed me stupid doodles in the middle of class. How he waited for me after every class, even when he pretended it was just a coincidence”

You wiped your eyes with your sleeve

“And then the other day, when I kissed him… I thought it was just tension, just the heat of the argument. I thought I could blame the stupid jealousy. But it wasn’t, I wanted him. Not just like that, you know? I wanted all of him. And I know he wanted me too because of the way he touched me…. the way he said, ‘Don’t pick him. Pick me’ ”

Chan looked down at his feet, nodding slowly.

“I’m so scared”, you whispered, “What if I ruined everything? What if I hurt him worse than I already have?”

“Then fight to make it right”, Chan said gently, “If you love him, you don’t run. You walk right into the mess and fix it”

You turned to him, eyes watery and swollen, “You’re not angry?”

His smile was small and sad. “Of course I’m hurting. But Hyunjin’s my brother. And you… you’re someone I really care about. I want you both to be happy. Even if it’s not with me”

You leaned into him, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I hurt you”

“I’m just glad I got to be close to you”,  he murmured, “Even for a moment. That’s enough”

The waves kept rolling in. Somewhere inside the hotel, Hyunjin hadn’t slept. Somewhere inside you, something shifted — because now you knew.

Now you had to go to him.

•°. *࿐

The following days you and Hyunjin barely crossed paths. When you did, it was all awkward glances and deafening silences. He'd retreat to the back of the group, laughing with the others, never quite meeting your gaze. And you engaged in small talk with your friends, stealing glances when you thought no one noticed. But they did.

Everyone noticed.

It was Felix who leaned into Chan first, during a group game, whispering something with a mischievous grin on his face. Chan looked between you and Hyunjin across the coffee table, Felix was right— that cold war had to end. Just like that, a plan started to form led by the captain himself.

That afternoon, under the excuse of exploring an old abandoned boathouse, the group headed there, leaving only you and Hyunjin behind.

Both of you hesitated to join your friends, but the way Chan looked at you, with affection even after everything that had happened, made you give in immediately.

“Alright, we’ll see you there then”, Chan had said with a wink.

Silence lingered throughout the way there. But when you arrived, the group had already left.

And then the door clicked shut behind you.

You blinked. “What the…?”

No one. Just you, Hyunjin, dust and silence.

You spun around to open the door but it was locked from the outside.

“They didn’t”, you murmured.

Hyunjin sighed, “They so did”

You looked at him, arms crossed, “Did you know about that?”

“No. But I’m not surprised”

You didn’t know what to do with your hands. Or your eyes. Or everything.

“We should try the back exit”

“Already tried. Locked”, he said, too calm 

“Perfect”

You paced once, twice, then stopped, “Why are you avoiding me?”

Hyunjin’s jaw clenched. He leaned back against the wall, eyes to the floor, "Why are you avoiding me?”

“I asked you first”

“I figured you’d rather I stay away. Give you space to… you know. Figure things out with Chan”

You blinked, completely annoyed, “Seriously?”

He scoffed, finally looking at you, “What, do you want me to fight him over you? Is that what you want?! For us to rip each other apart while you pretend like it didn’t mean anything?”

His words hit you like a knife, “Don’t talk like that”

“Then what do you want me to do?”, he snapped, stepping closer, “You kissed me like it meant something. You touched me like you felt something. And then, you said I wasn’t the one, that someone else had your heart! My best friend!”

You felt heat rise in your chest, “You think this is easy for me?”

“Isn’t it?”

“No!”, you snapped back,“Because I’ve been in love with my best friend for longer than I want to admit, and suddenly you were in my hands, in my mouth, in my head and I didn’t know what to do about it!”

Hyunjin stared at you like you’d cracked him open.

You kept going, voice trembling, “I like Chan. I thought I liked Chan. He’s kind, and warm, and he always made things easy. But you? You look at me and my whole world cracks. You touch me and I forget how to breathe. You say my name and I can't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day”

He exhaled shakily, “So why aren't you with him right now, huh?!”

Your eyes dropped to the floor, “Because I slept with him”

Hyunjin’s jaw clenched instantly

“I thought it would help me to forget you! Maybe make me realize that the person I really loved was him and not you”, you confessed, “But all it did was break me a little more. Because mid act…” you swallowed hard, “I said your name”

He held his breath.

You looked up, cheeks flushed, “I moaned your name while fucking him, Hyunjin. Happy now?”

His eyes burned, a mixture of emotions overflowed from them, “You said my name?”

“I couldn’t stop it. I was trying so hard to… want him. But you were the one in my head. Not Chan”.

"For a second, neither of you moved. The tension was too thick, not even all the oxygen in the world could relieve the sensation of suffocation between the two of you.

Then he stepped forward, cautiously.

Like he was afraid one wrong step would make everything come crashing down.

“You slept with him”, he murmured.

Your voice was a whisper, “Hyunjin…”

“And you said my freaking name”

But before you could answer, he kissed you like he’d been waiting for a lifetime. No hesitance, no confusion. Gentle, then desperate. 

When the door finally opened and the others peeked inside, Chan was the one who walked in first.

You broke the kiss, flushed and breathing hard. Hyunjin looked at him.

Chan’s eyes flicked between the two of you— swollen lips, flushed cheeks, the soft way Hyunjin still held your waist, your fingers still wrapped around his wrist.

And then Chan smiled. It wasn't the widest smile. But it was real.

“Took you long enough”

Hyunjin stepped forward, Chan, I…”

He raised a hand, “Don’t. Just… be good to each other, okay?”

Hyunjin nodded.

Chan smiled again, a bit more sad, “You’re my brother, Jinnie. I’d rather give her away than watch you fall apart”

Hyunjin’s voice cracked, “Thank you, hyung. Really”

And from the doorway, the group burst into cheers and laughter, finally letting the tension break.

That night, when the stars hung low over the beach and everyone danced barefoot in the sand, Hyunjin found Chan sitting alone.

The youngest sat down beside him, not saying anything at first. He just sighed, stretching his legs out long.

"You always this dramatic when you're in love?" Chan finally asked, grinning at the sky.

Hyunjin gave a small breath of a laugh, “Only when it feels like the most important thing I’ve ever done”

Chan hummed in response, nudging Hyunjin’s shoulder lightly with his own, “You know, I did like her too”

Hyunjin turned to his friend, brows  furrowing, “Yeah, I know”

“But seeing you look at her… Made me realize I never stood a chance. Not really. It’s like you were already hers before you even noticed it”

“I didn’t mean to take her from you”, Hyunjin admitted.

“You didn’t”, Chan shook his head,  “She was never mine to lose”

Hyunjin’s throat tightened, “Still. Thank you”

Chan let out a little chuckle, leaning back on his elbows now, “What are best friends for, if not handing over the one girl you might’ve actually liked in years?”

Hyunjin groaned, “Damn, you make it sound so casual”

Chan smirked, “Gotta keep it light, or I’ll start crying”

Hyunjin laughed for real this time. A relieved  laugh.

“Just… don’t fuck it up, okay?,” Chan added, “She deserves someone who won’t run scared the second things get hard”

“I won’t”, Hyunjin said, his voice sure, “I already did that once. I’m not doing it again”

Chan smiled, small and genuine, “Then we are good”

And they just sat there after that. No more words, no more confessions. Just two friends, side by side, staring at the sky— one heart finally at peace, and the other still healing, but healing nonetheless.

a/n: I literally cried while writing the scene reader say Hyunjin's name 😭 i felt so bad for Channie, I promise I'll make it up to him 🥺

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[howlett-dekarios]

𝚂𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑

▏Trilogy!Logan x Reader

▏Summary: You were the perfect student of Scott's. But after you've came back form university, you've changed and Logan can't stand it.

▏Warnings: dom!Logan | virgin!reader | NSFW | MDNI | big breast | | breast play | slight overstimulation | kinda mean!Logan | unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!) | spanking | Logan calling reader names | male masturbation |

▏Word count: 3,5k

First days in school were a very weird experience for him. Being around so many kids and a few teens who were genuinely interested in studying here. The place itself being some sort of safe space for them. Truly unusual to watch something from so close, or even being considered a part of. Xavier wasn’t pushing him into anything though, rather giving him time to adjust to the new reality. Logan didn’t really feel like matching the whole vibe. Being a responsible adult, an example for youngsters.

He was called by Charles into his office. What he didn’t expect though was to be bumped into on his way in.

“Of course Professor, it will be done as soon as possible-“ A young woman's voice was stopped when her head hit the hard chest of Howlett. Her gaze quickly rose and was met with his unreadable eyes. “I-I’m so sorry Mister..”

“I’m Logan, kid.” His voice stern. “You should be more careful.”

“Yes, of course, I’m so sorry.” She stuttered. This guy wasn’t giving the nicest aura. Big, grumpy and intimidating with the cigar between his lips. “It’s my fault, I-“

“I’m just kidding, kid.” He gave her a teasing smirk, definitely enjoying how she had been panicking just seconds ago. Logan was a bastard who was well aware of his posture. “Nothing happened.”

“Sure..” Her red cheeks made him smirk even more. Are all students like this girl? “Goodbye, Professor, have a nice evening. Same for you Mr. Logan.” And with that she left as fast as possible, embarrassed by the whole situation she put herself into.

“Take care, bub.” His attention focused on Charles again. “Are all of them so scared?” The question was rather sarcastic one.

“I prefer the term of well behaved and polite.” The man in the wheelchair smiled and got back to sorting documents that were stuffed on his desk. “Besides Y/n is one of the best students here. Very smart and well raised young woman.”

“Oh is she?”

“I’m quite positive. She was asking me for the recommendation letter for the university she wants to get into.”

“They can do that?” Logan was honestly surprised. He couldn’t really imagine graduating from such school and being accepted in a ‘normal’ world later.

“It’s not so common unfortunately. Most students prefer staying here and becoming teachers like Jean or Scott. That or move out to the countries where the knowledge about mutant kind is less advanced.”

“They’re running away from reality-“

“Seems familiar?” Charles gave him that knowing look which other mutant already hated from the first day here. Older professor was actually one of the few people who had the ability not to take offense and even mouth back. Old ‘I know everything’ bastard.  “But I didn’t call you here to talk about Y/n performance in studies. You made your decision, Logan?”

Howlett wasn’t dumb, well knowing about what exactly this question was. Him staying in the mansion. If he was ready to fit into school reality. To deal with kids, or worse, with Scott. But what choice did he really have in that matter? It was that or coming back to the shadows. To live from paycheck to paycheck, getting any non-attachment job, vanishing as soon as someone realized who he truly was. And here? As much as Logan hated to admit it, it started to feel like home. Being accepted, doing whatever he wanted without needing to think about being discovered. A stabilization he never thought he really needed.

There was one more thing. He was in debt to Charles. For all the help the old man provided him with getting back the memories. For making it possible to puzzle all his life together. Such sort of debt wasn’t something a man can forget just like that. Or at least Logan couldn’t.

“I’m gonna stick around. No teaching though.” Not yet at least. He wasn’t ready for such responsibility.

“A babysitter then?” Xavier laughed, which only made the other man roll his eyes.

“I can train older ones.” Make himself useful by the skills he has. Not much but could be good to start.

“Very well, so be it Logan.”

And that’s how he officially became part of the life of the mansion.

For the next month Logan hasn’t gotten a lot of occasions to cross his way with Y/n. She was too focused on her studies and getting ready for the university life she planned for herself, and he definitely wasn’t the type to beg her to move her ass and join the training with the rest of teens. He really couldn’t point out why every other member of the team was so fascinated about that girl. Sure, she was nice, kind and smart, but that wasn’t making her anyone special in his mind.

That’s how on her last day in the mansion Logan was indifferent towards her. When Scott and Storm were all teary, hugging her and wishing luck, he stayed aside, watching it from the far corner of the room.

“Mr.Logan-“ Her face made it clear she didn’t know what to say after that.

“Just Logan, bub. You’re a grown up so act as one.” Maybe a bit too rude, judging by Jean killing gaze he felt on himself. “Just do your best there and don’t let anyone boss you around. If all I heard about you from Charles is true, then I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

“Thank you.. Logan.”

“Y/n we need to go, you’ll be late for the tour around campus.” Scott called her after packing everything in the truck.

“I’m coming.” She smiled at Logan one last time. “Sorry for not attending your classes.”

“Yeah, whatever, it was your choice.” He shrugged, patting her arm. “Just don’t bump into anything on your first day there.”

“I won’t-“

“Y/n!”

“Coming!”

And just like that she was gone, starting a new chapter.

It was quite funny how history repeated itself.

After five years and graduating from the university she was once again at home. Talking with Professor about wanting to come back. To help both the school, since she had a degree in psychology so she could help students to understand their emotions, but also to fulfill her responsibilities as a mutant. Charles has always been saying how her mutation was so unique and how much it could serve for goodness.

In those few years she understood where she should be. Who she should be helping. As a successful psychologist it would be so easy to just open her own practice and make good money, but deep down Y/n got the feeling that it wasn’t what would make her happy. Being surrounded by normal people, hearing all the hideous things they’ve been saying about her kind.. it just made it more clear. It wasn’t her world. She wasn’t welcomed in it. She never should’ve left the mansion.

She was so stuck in her own mind that she didn’t notice the body in front of her. Not until her nose sunk deep into someone’s white wifebeater.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I-“

“Old habits die hard, huh?” Deep voice made her realize who exactly she bumped into. Again.

At this point Y/n was sure that the universe is just playing its most hilarious pranks on her.

At first Logan didn’t recognize her.

Those five years changed her entirely. From a nineteen girl who he had only seen with her nose in the books, to a fully grown woman.

Fuck, a very attractive one too.

The upper messy bun, the white shirt and dark shorts which left very little to the imagination.. If the concept of glow up was real, then it sure as hell could be used in her case. He really needed to double check if it was actually her.

“Logan.”

“Y/n.”

They’ve been looking at each other and if not for Charles, it quickly could’ve been awkward.

“Good to see you here Logan, I’ve been looking for you.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Man in a wheelchair smiled and pointed at his student. “Y/n decided to join the team. But she will need a little bit of training before she can go for the missions. I believe your teaching skills could be useful for us.”

“And how do I know she won’t bail it all like the last time?”

“I’ve changed.”

“Yeah, I can see it.” Quite literally. One was sure, if Scott could see his thoughts right now, he would probably beat his ass because none of them were appropriate. “Fuck, alright.”

“Excellent. Welcome back Y/n.”

Next weeks were true torture. Watching her in clothes that wrapped her body tightly. All sweaty and with a face that showed true motivation to win against him. One thing he learned about Y/n was how university indeed changed her. From a polite and shy student, to a bratty and confident woman. Testing his patience limits whenever she opened her mouth.

Every night he was coming back to his room, getting in the shower and getting off to the thoughts of her in his bed. Laid down naked, spread all just for his pleasure. Her mouth finally shut up by his dick inside, abusing her throat. Logan wasn’t certain why it all made him so on edge, but something in her just made it impossible for him to focus. The thoughts of her irresistible.

He couldn’t act on it though. She was too young for him. Being the precious girl of Scott and Charles, the brightest and so perfect student of theirs.

But one evening made him lose it all.

“Always having such a fucking smart mouth bub, huh?” He hissed through his teeth, while having a strong grip around her throat. “Never taking my advices-“

“Maybe I would if you wouldn’t have your eyes on my tits all the time.” She mouthed back, using her power to form a dagger and sticking it into his lower stomach. “You’re always so grumpy, why is that? Haven’t put your dick into anything in a long time?” The bluntness of her words took him completely off guard since Logan was sure about hiding it rather well. 

Those few seconds gave her enough time to pin him to the floor, her legs on his chest and another dagger white energy dagger near his throat.

“I won.” Y/n gasped, clearly out of breath. After weeks of sparrings and constant failures she’s finally made it for the first time.

Her being on top of him was enough for Logan tho. In a second he rolled over, strong arms pinning her to the training matt.

“Get the fuck out.” He groaned, looking into her eyes. He wasn’t playing anymore. “We are done.”

There was no way of him working with her ever again. 

For hours Y/n was debating on how to approach Logan. What she should say, how to apologize to him. She took it too far, using some cheap shitty distraction to win. In reality she wasn’t even sure if Howlett had any interest in her, and judging by his reaction it was clear that he took the offense. The accusation of being unprofessional like this.. it was a really low blow.

That’s why she was currently standing in front of his room, knocking and waiting for an opportunity to say sorry.

What she didn’t expect was to be met with him half naked, wearing some sweats and having wet hair.

“I-I’m.. listen Logan, I’m sorry about what I’ve said-“

He didn’t give her a chance. Instead his big hands grabbed her waist, dragged into his room and pinned to the other side of the closed door.

“Oh, really, princess?” He fumed, his eyes focused on her face like he was really looking for any sign of doubt, not really in a mood to be played over again. 

“L-Logan I’m really sorry-“

“You should be, bub. Using my weakness, like it wasn’t you who have been wearing these tight pants and bras of yours.”

“W-what-“

“Everyone thinks you’re so smart but I see that you don’t have basic instincts, huh? Teasing me every damn time, like you don’t want me to fuck you dumb, and then having the audacity to just spit it in my face.”

“I swear I didn’t-“

“Is that so? Then why can I smell you know, Y/n?”

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck his heightened senses. The second he grabbed her she started getting wet, squeezing her legs just to provide any sort of pressure. 

“Logan-“

“I asked you a question, bub.” The threatening tone near her ear made a shiver run down her spine. “But let me ask again. Do you like it Y/n?”

Truth be told, the time she spent with Logan made her realize how handsome the guy was. Strong and cut muscles, the height, and now the chest hair and happy trail going down under the waistband.

“My eyes are here, princess.” He chuckled seeing her struggle.

“Y-yes.” If before she was out of breath, then now it was literally no existent.

“Good.”

And just like his eyes landed on hers. Swallowing her flavor. Devouring any place he could. Quickly the kisses lower to her neck, leaving the trails of his spit and teeth on it. Bruising it like it was his job to do so. 

“Logan!” Her moans were a pure symphony for his ears.

“Legs.” The simple order made her obey, wrapping her legs around his waist like it has always been their place. “Good girl.”

It didn’t take him long to make her a moaning mess. Dropping her on the bed and undressing, leaving her fully naked just as in his scenarios.

“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about it for too damn long. Always wearing those tops that are fucking too little and cute for your slutty tits. I imagine guys on campus enjoyed them.” Her nipples were being abused just like the neck before. “But they’re mine now, you get it, bub?”

“Yes, yes, please.” She cried, trying to cover her eyes, both from pleasure and embarrassment.

“Ah, ah, ah, none of this. You can’t act all shy on me now when you’ve been such a bratty bitch all the time, baby.” Logan grabbed her hand and pinned them together above her head, not making it possible for her to do anything else than just take what he was giving. After he was satisfied with his work on the upper parts of her body, he took his pants off and smirked at her reaction. Logan was quite aware of his size being above any normal human, so it wasn’t any surprise. “Never had anything like that, huh? None of your little college boys gave you something like that? But don’t worry, princess, I’ll make sure it fits.”

But before he could enter her, she stopped him, putting her hand on his chest.

“Logan, wait!” Seeing his confused face, she whispered the thing he couldn’t believe was real. “I-I’ve never done it..”

“Come again?” But her reaction to his question ensured him that what he just heard was true. “You are a virgin?”

She nodded, not being able to look into his eyes.  

“Y/n look at me.” She shook her head, afraid of him being mad at her. “I said look at me, bub.” Logan gently grabbed her chin and forced her to face him. “It’s okay. It’s fine, you don’t need to be ashamed. Fuck, you’ve been so confident in your words back there that I thought.. but it doesn’t matter. It’s all good, I’ll be gentle. Just tell me if anything will be wrong, okay?” When she nodded one again, he smirked. “Words Y/n. You have such a smart mouth then use it now.”

“Okay.”

That’s when his member slowly entered her. Inch by inch, Logan was checking on her if everything was fine. The little pain expressions were a natural reaction considering his size, so he was soothing her legs, calming her down by praising how well she was doing.

“So fucking good for me, baby, so tight and warm.”

At first Logan wanted to give her some time to adjust but instead the girl told him to move.

“I want it, Logan.”

And who was he to deny her?

His pace was too slow for his liking, but her comfort was in first place.

“Faster, please.” She moaned, not being able to stand his gentle trust. “I’m not made of glass.”

Oh, she really shouldn’t have said that.

“As you wish.”

Logan grabbed her legs and turned her around, making her stand on all four. Pounding into her relentlessly, like his life depended on it. One hand grabbed both of her, holding them as a lever, making her arch in a way that will never leave his mind. Other went straight to her hanging breasts, squeezing them and overstimulating to her limits.

“Lo! Please, fuck, I’m close.. Lo..”

“I should’ve known that all it takes to finally shut you up is just to fuck you dumb. Such a good pussy for me, keeping herself pure just so I can use it however I want, isn’t it right princess?”

“Yhym, yeah, please, Lo!” Her mind clouded by the overwhelming pleasure.

“Already dumbfounded, how sweet. What would Scott think about you, baby, huh? You think he would be proud of his perfect student to be pistoned like a cheap whore? Just a hole for my pleasure of all the people?”

His fingers traveled from her tits to her clit, making small fast circles which made her legs tremble uncontrollably.

“Logan! I think I’ll-“

“I know, princess, I can feel you squeezing my cock. Give it to me Y/n, milk me so I can know how good your cunt is.” He kept his brutal pace, pounding into her from behind. Feeling how her legs were slowly giving up, Logan freed her hand and slapped her ass, leaving a red mark on it. “Cum on me, baby.”

“Lo! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

It didn’t take much for him to follow her, reaching his orgasm, painting her walls white with his own cum. The trip to the drugstore for the morning after pill will be the first thing needed in the morning, but for now his mind was focused on something else.

Y/n didn’t take Logan as a type of the good aftercare guy, rather betting on the ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ man. But to her surprise after they both calmed down from their high, he grabbed her waist and cuddled her into his chest.

“You alright?”

“Yes.. shit, it was..”

“I feel the same, princess. You did a very good job.” He smirked, giving her tender pecks full of affection. “I’ll clean you in a second, baby. Also I don’t think you’ll be able to have any sparring tomorrow.”

The teasing comment made her blush, but she knew he was right. It’ll be a miracle if she will be able to walk properly. But it took her a second to realize the true meaning behind his words.

“So… we are cool?”                                                                                                         

It honestly made him smile. But it wasn’t his usual forced grimace. This time that smile was kind, soft and genuine which made her heart melt a little.

“Yes, Y/n. We are cool. Besides, you were right. I was checking your tits all the time.”

They both laughed at that and after a few more seconds in a tight warm embrace, Y/n fell asleep.

Finally after five years of being here, Logan found a good reason why it was worth staying.

BONUS

Their relationship was kept a secret. To Logan it was ridiculous, but Y/n didn’t want Scott to find out, knowing that her former teacher would be furious. He would definitely judge the choices she’s made, especially by choosing Logan of all the guys. So that’s why they’ve been hiding. Stealing private moments, hiding in empty classrooms for quick make out sessions. Sneaking out of each other's rooms in the middle of the night.

But one day, she fucked up.

Charles called the whole for an emergency meeting early in the morning. She was still tired from the entire night intimate session with Logan, that her brain didn’t have any moment to wake up and start working properly. Instead of grabbing her own hoodie, she put on Logan’s which was too big for her.

The whole meeting went smoothly, though she couldn’t understand why Scott was giving her angry glances, at the same time Logan smirking like crazy.

“Nice hoodie, sweetheart.” He finally whispered into her ear, when the gathering was over. The realization hit her instantly like a bullet. 

“I can explain-“ Y/n started.

“Fucking asshole.” Scott only bumped his arm into Logan’s chest on his way out, not wanting to hear it all.

“Well that could be worse.” Another smirk appeared on Howlett’s face.

The next thing she felt was his lips on hers. There was no way he wouldn't use the first occasion to show off his girlfriend. 

▏A/n: Was the first concept writing some sort of teacher's pet fic? Yeah, but then it slightly evolved. Hope you enjoyed it tho!

[forsaken-headcanons]

I am back with more hcs ! I’ve been busy writing a fic . More John Doe hcs this time because he’s one of my favorites

He’s largely mute because of how the corruption’s affected him. On good days he can get a few words out if he really tries but most of the time he just sort of communicates in growls and body language . The killers have learned to interpret what he means

Sleeping on both his back (exposed spine) and his side (heavy spike arm) isn’t really an option so he sleeps on his stomach . To prevent himself from rolling over or falling out of bed (since he moves a lot in his sleep, partially due to the corruption constantly feeding him negative thoughts which probably lead to nightmares) the mattress just lies on the ground and is surrounded by pillows and things. Kind of like when a cat loafs because there was an old hc about him doing it on this blog and it’s never left my mind

Due to the corruption morphing parts of his body into something that mainly kills people he can’t really do stuff that requires the use of two hands. Which is very annoying and frustrating for him

He has a tail, some spiky spine things on his body (mainly his back), and sharpened claws on his arms (they have black scales that cover his hands but it’s covered by the corruption). This is a result of the corruption modifying his base code & model to have the code and parts of a “monster” so that John Doe can better kill people. As such it wouldn’t go away if his corruption was cured, because it modified his code and wasn’t just an add on or muddying his functions so it could take over as the primary host.

He loves having a routine. It’s easier for him to remember things if he does them consistently every single day. Unfortunately he’s not great at remembering himself a lot of the time so the other killers have developed a sort of daily routine which John can follow. He’s been remembering things a small bit better since they started which is progress. (He cannot remember rounds since the Spectre modified the corruption to be really aggressive during rounds so he can kill things better. This has a consequence of making him almost never remember what happens. The one good thing the Spectre has done and it’s unintentional/j)

Despite being largely taken over by the corruption, when he DOES have control over himself (largely during the off-time between rounds or during larger periods of rest), he likes to tease the other killers and annoy them for fun. He finds their reactions funny and if he wasn’t affected by the corruption he’d definitely be a bit of a gadfly. Before the corruption happened he was largely kind and sweet though he did have a mischievous side. After his corruption the old code largely suppressed his niceness but not the other part. He cannot speak or anything but the other killers Know when he’s being a bit of an annoyance for fun.

Hello new mods :) I like posting long rambles I hope you can withstand my long words about things I like/j -🪶anon

Hello hi!! We don't mind we're all here to hear you ramble after all ^^

Love hcs of John Doe just trying to be a normal guy and keeping some of his humanity despite the corruption bc he's just that.

[imtrashraccoon]

Thank you to @coresanthewriter for the commission! I haven't written this topic before, but I had a lot of fun doing so. I hope you like it! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Wedding Day

Featuring: Swapfell Gold Sans "Wine" x You (Core)

Today was the day! After almost two years, you would finally be marrying the love of your life. The journey had not always been an easy or pleasant one, but now you could do the one thing you had been longing for ever since you had confessed your true feelings to your partner.

Funnily enough, your fiance was probably even more excited than you were about today. You had talked through "what if" scenarios on and off before, but when the legislation went through to legalize interspecies marriage, Wine's enthusiasm only grew more and more with each passing day. Indeed, he had all but insisted on planning out the whole ceremony, which made sense because he had always been good at that sort of thing.

It was a small affair, but that suited you two just fine. While Wine had a penchant for grandeur and large displays of power, he knew when to hold off when it counted. This was to be the first human-monster marriage since the whole race was freed from their underground prison after all, and what happened today would set the precedent for any future ceremonies to come.

Another reason you two had agreed to keep the wedding small was the fact that there just weren't that many guests to invite. Sure, Wine's brother would be there in support, but he did not have very many friends he wanted to be there. Despite this, the Monster Queen would be in attendance, as would the human ambassador who had freed their entire race. Although you had tried to tell yourself otherwise, this ceremony was a political one, especially since Wine still held a high rank in the Royal Guard. However, there would be a few other monsters attending as well, such as the Royal Scientist, the former Monster King, and a few plus ones, but you didn't mind since you were friends with most of them already.

As for you, it was a bit of a similar story. A few of your good friends were coming, in fact they had been overjoyed to be invited, but your family had declined when they learned who you would be marrying. It was not a huge surprise, since your parents had pitched a fit when they found out you were dating a monster a year ago, but you would have been lying if you said it didn't still hurt. The one good thing was that you were joining a new family, one who loved and accepted you for who you were, not for what you could do or whether you made them look good.

When the time for the ceremony began, it felt as though your heart had leapt into your throat. You promised yourself you wouldn't cry, but a small voice in the back of your head knew better. If you could just make through your vows, you would count it as a win, although in reality you were already winning. No matter what happened in the next few minutes, you would end the day married to the one you loved more than anyone else.

Wine was already waiting at the altar when you stepped into the auditorium. You remembered thinking that he had always looked good, but seeing him like this - dressed up in his full ceremonial guard uniform - you felt like you could admire him forever. His hands were folded behind his back and he stood tall, as if ready to take on the very world itself for you. The gold accents of his uniform gleamed under the lights and really brought out the scarlet pinpricks that rested in his sockets. Despite his rigid posture, there was a warmth to his presence that could be felt throughout the whole room, as if he was just barely suppressing the sheer joy in his soul to be here today.

Your outfit wasn't a traditional wedding suit or gown, but something more fitting for this unprecedented event. You wore a dress shirt with lace detailing, smart-looking slacks, and a loose cloak with a gold clasp. Your normally shoulder length hair had been plaited and tied back into a sort of wreath encircling your head. Your makeup wasn't anything too over the top, but it brought out your ebony eyes and made your warm sepia skin glow beneath the lights. You felt good, like you could let loose and have a little fun, but still seem sophisticated and elegant at the same time.

Wine's permanent smile only seemed to widen the moment his eyelights landed on you. He couldn't seem to tear his gaze away either as you made your way down the aisle to stand by his side. Truly, if he was the happiest monster in the world today, then you were the happiest human as well.

"Well Now," he purred in a voice that was meant for you and you alone as the pianist wrapped up the refrain. "I Was Beginning To Wonder If You Might Stand Me Up, But I Have Never Been More Glad To Be Wrong, My Paramore."

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[shalfeis]

I really like your hsr character as a cat can you do the other way around?

Like reader as their cat 👀?

cat!reader x astral express

possible ooc

The Astral Express often travels to a variety of places and planets, and it's no secret that the crew finds interesting curiosities, things, and so on from time to time. Or the residents themselves bring unusual items as a thank you.

Actually, this time you and the other crew members helped one merchant, and he showered you with thanks and gave you a whole box of various cool things.

Some were very ordinary and nondescript, others were a little more interesting. But what caught your attention the most was an amulet with a blue gemstone. Surprisingly, it perfectly matched your image, as if it was originally made especially for you.

You calmly walked with him all day and at some point began to feel strange. The last thing you remember is going to your room. You woke up on the floor, fumbling with your paws and meowing, instead of talking normally.

What happened next?

March 7 was the first to discover that you were missing. Although, like, she was just walking towards you, as you had agreed to spend the night, and found you. At first she didn't understand where the cat was coming from on board the train, but from your desperate attempts to explain and reactions, she guessed what was what.

She thinks you're charming. She didn't stop chirping about how cute you were and took a whole bunch of photos non-stop. You're afraid that the camera might run out of memory. And when she heard you meowing and purring softly from her caresses, that's it, March grabbed the blow. It's too charming.

Caelus didn't help either. He flew into March's room, saying something about trash and a recently released game along the way, and fell silent when he saw you. After a moment of hesitation, he joined March. Caelus wouldn't be Caelus if he didn't tease you and act like you're really a cat instead of a human in a cat's body.

Of course, it was fun with these two, but this situation started to bother you. I would like to get my original body back. But you couldn't not take advantage of your situation. So while March and Caelus were distracted by an argument about some nonsense, you slipped through the door and headed for the only sane person on the express.

To whom? That's right, to Dan Heng. Since Himeko and Welt were away because they were away on business, you could only count on him.

You prayed to find him in the archive, and fortunately, the eons heard you. He was sorting through the data when you snuck into his room. You gently touched his hand, and he was surprised to find a cat in his room.

- Hmm? Hmm, I don't remember that we took animals on an express train - Dany picked you up and began to examine you.

It didn't take him long to put two and two together and realize that you were in front of him.

Before he could come up with a plan of action, Caelus and March 7 came to him with a very guilty look, crying that they had lost you. However, they quickly calmed down when they saw you in Dan Heng's arms.

- Y/n, that's not fair! We almost had a heart attack! - Caelus looked offended and relieved at the same time.

- Exactly! You need to warn us before you go anywhere in this state! - March was indignant, although she gradually calmed down that you were okay.

You, as is typical of a cat, turned away from them, wagging your tail. I also made myself more comfortable at Dan Heng's. The three of you started a playful altercation, which caused the archivist to smile slightly. He was definitely enjoying this situation.

After calming down, they began to discuss what to do. Having made the most reasonable decision, Dan Heng contacted that merchant and began to ask about this amulet. As it turned out, he did not think that there was still energy in the amulet, so he gave it as a gift. Fortunately, the amulet's effect doesn't last longer than a day, so all you have to do is wait.

Although, sitting back and doing nothing is too boring, isn't it? That's what you thought, and you decided to have a pajama party in Dan Heng's room (not that he was against it). After a few hours, you were completely exhausted and fell asleep.

Upon returning to the train, Himeko and Welt found the four of you sleeping with your arms around each other. They giggled and decided not to wake you up, quietly going to another place to discuss a recent trip.

a/n: I thought it would be a bit boring to write as reader is a cat of the characters, as I did before, only the other way around, so this came out.