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NSFW Alphabet | Bakugou Katsuki

NSFW Bakugou Katsuki x F!Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Katsuki may not seem like the type, but he’s actually pretty attentive with his aftercare. He wants sex to be an enjoyable experience for you, as much as it is for him, and that extends to after the deed is done, too. He wants to make sure you’re not feeling any pain or discomfort. He’ll also wipe down the parts of you that he got dirty (which there’s always a lot of, because he loves to cum on you). If there’s anything you need, like a glass of water, or maybe for him to grab you some clean clothes to change into, he’ll do it. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Katsuki’s favorite part of himself would have to be his arms, and that also extends over to his hands. His hands are the source of his Quirk, his power, and he puts in a lot of effort into training and maintaining his physique. It proves how dedicated he is, and he can’t help but be proud of it.

His favorite part of you is your face. He just loves looking at you, to be honest. He firmly believes you’re the prettiest girl in the world. He also really loves your ass. Your face is still his favorite, but he’ll grab and slap your ass just about any chance he gets. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He tries to keep a good diet because it affects his health, and therefore, his performance as a hero. If his cum ever has a pretty distinct taste, it might be because he really likes spicy food. It’s normally nothing noticeable, though.

He loves to finish on you, and adores the sight of his cum dripping down your breasts, ass, face, etc. If you let him finish inside of you, and grace him with the sight of his seed spilling out of your pussy, he will be very, very happy.  

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’d like to start a family one day, so he often fantasizes about impregnating you. However, he would never willingly bring this up. At least, not until the two of you have had a proper discussion about whether or not you want kids. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He isn’t experienced. It depends on when you got together, but if you met him while you were at U.A, then that means you’re his first partner. Of course, he likes to act like he’s experienced, all confident and cocky, and since he’s such a quick learner, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. He picks up on what you like very fast. He’s Bakugou Katsuki, after all. Everyone knows that he won’t settle for anything other than being the best. Sex is no exception. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favorites are missionary, doggy style, and mating press. He’ll usually go for doggy style if it’s a quickie, or if he’s just in the mood for rougher, more fast-paced sex. He loves being able to grass your ass and watch as his cock disappears inside of you. He does also really enjoy seeing the expressions you make during sex, which is why he likes both mating press and missionary. He can face you in either of those. Although he’ll pick missionary if he wants the moment to be more intimate. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not usually goofy, but there are definitely moments where you might get him to crack up. He can actually be pretty playful in bed at times, so it’s not impossible that you might hear him let out a chuckle or two. If you’re acting super cute, or bratty, he’ll find it difficult to suppress his smile. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not completely shaven, but definitely well-groomed. He doesn’t have a ton of hair growing down there to begin with, and it’s a fairly light shade of blond, similar to the hair on his head. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sex is one of the times when Katsuki allows himself to be more vulnerable, and while he definitely loves for it to be fast-paced and aggressive, there are also times where he’ll take it slow and be more gentle with you. Even if he’s fucking into you without abandon, he’ll still make sure to tell you how much he loves you, and he’ll praise you near endlessly. There’s never any doubt that you mean the world to him. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’ll jack off semi-regularly, but it’s mostly for stress relief, or in the moments that he isn’t able to be with you. He has a collection of nudes (and possibly videos, if you let him record you) of you on his phone, which he’ll jerk off to repeatedly. But he’d definitely much rather just have sex with you instead. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dirty talk, hair pulling, overstimulation, spanking, and he also has a praise kink. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere at home, where he knows the two of you are in private. This can be the bedroom, up against a wall, on the couch, with you flattened onto the kitchen table, it doesn’t matter. Just as long as he knows that no one else will see you. He hates the thought of anyone else seeing you naked, exposed, or making those gorgeous expressions that are supposed to be reserved only for him. Just the thought of it pisses him off. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anytime you compliment him and make him feel good about himself. Even though he tries to hide it with his ego, there are moments where he feels really insecure. He’ll often initiate sex because he’s crazy about you, but there’s just something about you coming onto him and telling him how handsome he is, how he’s an amazing hero, and so on and so forth… it just really gets him going. 

Also, he loves it when you wear skimpy clothing. Not in public, because he’ll get jealous that other people are staring at you, but if you’re just walking around the house with half your ass out, it’s guaranteed to get his dick hard. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He’s okay with biting, scratching, hair pulling, and even tying you up if you ask, but he’ll never do anything extreme that involves serious pain. He’s also extremely possessive and hates the idea of anyone other than him seeing you naked, or being able to hear you moan. So, he will outright refuse any form of public sex. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Katsuki prefers receiving oral over giving. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy going down on you. He’ll gladly eat you out as if he’s starved for a meal, and he can never get enough of your sweet moans and the way you start shaking when you’re about to have an orgasm, but even so, watching you suck him off is probably one of the hottest things he’s ever seen. He doesn’t dare look away as you desperately try to stuff his cock in that cute little mouth of yours, and every time you strain to look up at him, with tears in your eyes, he has to resist the urge to finish right then and there. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sex with Katsuki will usually be pretty fast-paced, and more than likely on the rougher side, too. He’s a very passionate guy, and sex is one of the ways that he conveys that. However, he’ll try to adjust his pace according to your preferences, and there are moments where he purposely slows down, because he wants it to be more intimate and sensual. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Katsuki doesn’t mind quickies, although he’d prefer to take his time with you. Still, being a pro hero is a busy job, and there’s bound to be moments where he’s in a rush, but you just look too damn good for him to keep his hands off you. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He doesn’t mind experimenting. As long as you don’t suggest anything that goes against what he strictly refuses (inflicting serious pain or having sex in public where others might see you), he’ll definitely keep an open mind. His goal is to make you feel good, after all. He can’t enjoy sex unless he knows you’re enjoying it too. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This guy has virtually unlimited stamina. He’s one the most powerful heroes ever, and his diligence and determination is second to none. Not to mention that sex is different from fighting. He’s enjoying himself too much to worry about getting tired. Sometimes it’s actually a bit of a problem, and you end up having to beg him to stop. Even if he has to get up early for work the next day, he’ll gladly stay up all night fucking you. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Katsuki doesn’t own toys, and he doesn’t particularly like them either. He will refuse to ever let you use toys on him. There’s virtually no chance. Still, if there’s something you really want to do, he’ll try them out on you. Again, he wants to make you happy. If you’re super into toys in the bedroom, then he’ll make an effort to accommodate you. He just doesn’t want you to prefer toys over him. His ego wouldn’t be able to handle that. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can definitely tease quite a lot. He likes dirty talk. Nothing too foul, but definitely some filthy words here and there. He won’t ever degrade you to the point that he feels disgusted by the words coming out of his own mouth, though. He’s often mistaken for a shitty person, and he doesn’t want you to think that of him. If you reassure him ahead of time that you’re okay with him saying some more extreme things, then he’ll probably do it. He just doesn’t want to take things too far and upset you. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t extremely loud, but he’s not that quiet either. You’ll hear him biting back moans and gasping between grunts. He’s also very vocal when it comes to dirty talk, praising you for how beautiful you are and how good you make him feel, etc. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

There are times when he goes out of his way to make the moment more romantic (like using scented candles, booking a fancy hotel room, preparing a nice meal for you afterwards, etc.) and he always gets a little embarrassed, worried that you’ll think it’s dumb. Which, of course, you never do. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s above 6.5 inches long, close to 7, and impressively thick, too. When he gets excited, he’ll drip a lot of pre-cum, and his cock is just slightly curved upwards, which helps to hit that sweet spot inside of you. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high sex drive. He’s the type of person who isn’t particularly sexually driven until he gets into a relationship and has someone he cares about. But since he loves you, he’ll want to fuck you every day. Multiple times, if possible. He won’t ever pressure you into having sex with him and he knows to back off when you’re not in the mood, though. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He tries to stay awake for as long as he can, but realistically, he’s pretty quick to fall asleep. Especially at nighttime. He has an absurdly early bedtime, after all. He loves cuddling with you afterwards, though, so even if he falls asleep before you, you’ll always have a place in his arms. 

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stevie cruz had an appetite for men that knew no bounds. twinks, daddies, buff guys, scrawny guys . . . it didn't matter! seldom had stevie met a man who couldn't turn his head. of course, benji was no exception, but benji didn't even give him a second glance! in that way, of course . . . the pair were the best of friends for a reason — even if stevie did have a nasty little habit of nabbing benji's crushes! it wasn't his fault guys found him irresistible, right? besides, he was playing nice this time around and bringing benji into the fold! he wasn't totally heartless . . . just ready to be slutted out, and richie could sense it! "hey! i am not crazy. your step-dad was too handsy! someone's bold today . . . you showin' off for richie?" stevie teased, a little smirk curling up on the corners of his lips. a weight was lifted off his shoulders as it became clear that richie was easing some of the tension between them. gosh, maybe guys were good for more than just their dicks! "let me put it this way, benj . . . i'm sorry for goin' about it behind your back, and i won't do it again — slut's honor!" stevie whispered. "but to make it up to you, i'll let you play with my butt! and don't even think about saying no . . . we'll put on a good show for richie!" his eyes twinkled as they peered up at richie, his cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink. he leaned in to press a kiss to benji's lips, soft but passionate. he felt a stirring in his chest, the tug of his heartstrings to make a beautiful, grandiose symphony. benji's lips had always looked soft, but as they finally collided with stevie's for the very first time, he'd never realized just how pillowy they were. it was easily the greatest kiss he'd ever had in his life. no boy had ever made his heart putter quite like benji cooper, a fact that hit stevie like a ton of bricks. "i love you, benji," stevie said in a whisper, pulling back with hearts in his eyes. boy crazy, he might have been . . . but even stevie could tell this was something serious!

stevie knew benji like the back of his hand. he knew what kind of underwear he liked to wear, what his favorite color was, how long he'd had braces for . . . they might not have been the most conventional pairing, but best friends they were. only, best friends were starting to blossom into something more — a firework explosion of feelings that could never be contained or concealed. as benji's hands roamed over his plump, pert cheeks, all stevie could think about was how and when he'd get them again. "uh - huh . . . when have you ever known me to not flirt with a hot guy, benji? i flirt with you all the time!" stevie admitted with a giggle. his back arched as he gazed between both boys, licking his lips hungrily. "he's right, y'know? you can have it anytime you want . . . all y'gotta do is ask, or least touch me," he hummed. maybe benji didn't feel the same way about him, but stevie had to at least try to capture his attention, to let him know that he had an open invitation whenever he wanted it . . . but maybe benji was just a little too pre - occupied with his little crush on richie to notice how bad stevie wanted him! "i can be both . . . slutty little princess's fitting, no?" he giggled. "speak for yourself, benji! you're a total dreamboat — when you're not tryin' to slutshame your bestie for getting dicked down!"

down in his rightful place, on all fours with a man's foot in his face, stevie felt right at home. of course, things felt different being next to his best friend, tongues slathering saliva in thick stripes along richie's massive soles. "exactly, sir! i know my place, 'n' you'll never find a slut as good as me," stevie blubbered, his chin coated in his own slobber. the trick to being a little cock - hound was simple: pushing himself to his filthiest state and loving it. even if it looked goofy, he looked hot as hell doing it, that fact drove boys wild! and it kept them coming back for more . . . "they're my favorites! i came like ten times . . . i was shakin' by the time i was done with 'em! i felt so naughty huffin' away at them, but i couldn't help myself. and i couldn't help myself when they started to wear out, so i might've stolen a few more pairs after that . . . surprise, benji!" stevie admitted with a giggle. he pressed kisses to richie's sole, but his green - eyed gaze had shifted to his dreamy best friend. all of a sudden, he wished it was his feet he was making out with . . . not that, richie's were bad! they just weren't his favorite. "i've made plenty of passes at you, benji! you just ignored them or turned me down!" stevie protested. "why d'ya think i have to leave the room every time i see you naked?! i had . . . business to take care of!" their bickering was hopefully adding to the fun of it all for richie, but either way, stevie didn't care quite as much as he had walking into that room. he wanted to please them both, but benji was his priority . . . if only he were lucky enough to have him! "uh . . . hello? i'm right here! stevie would absolutely like them. d'you miss the whole monologue on your sweaty socks? or the 'you can fuck me if you promise i can slobber all over them' part?" stevie retorted with a pout. "benji totally has vers top energy, richie . . . and benji's not the run - a - train - on kinda guy. that's me . . . and that's a conversation for another time. you haven't even gotten a taste of our pussies yet!"

if you had told stevie, he'd be bent over for his best friend, he would've probably thought you were crazy. stevie never imagined sweet little benji ever giving him a second glance, but there they were . . . stevie's doughy cheeks flaunted up in the air, soft as sin and not a hair in sight. his pink hole fluttered with need, just for benji, all the while stevie haphazardly mouthed at richie's feet. "you can say that again, baby," he hummed. all thoughts left his head as benji's lips pressed against his hole, toes curling in the process. his body felt electrified, set ablaze by his unsuspecting best friend. stevie whined, back arching to grant benji even more access to his body. he would've given benji anything he asked for, right then and there. it didn't matter if richie was onlooking . . . stevie loved a show after all. "whenever you want it, daddy . . . it's yours," he whimpered. he pressed a few kisses to richie's foot, though it was clear that benji's magic had done a number on the lake thornton cumslut. the second that fat cock fell between his creamy cheeks, stevie knew he was done for. he pulled off richie's feet with a pop, a string of saliva still connecting his lips to his toes. his emerald eyes rolled back into his head before his lashes fluttered shut. just the tip was enough to have stevie's little cock steadily leaking pre-cum, staining his panties. he moaned out in pleasure, lost in benji's touch. richie's lips brushed against his, and stevie welcomed them. his tongue slipped past the jock's plush petals to glide against his tongue . . . but given benji's orders, stevie retracted. following orders was what he did best, and well, benji held the reins. stevie also was a little minx, and he wasn't going to give his best friend some kind of half-assed escapade . . . no, stevie glanced back as his fat ass pushed back on that thick length until he'd taken every inch. and then, after benji had gotten used to that tight warmth, the lithe boy began to pull away, only to come crashing right back down. his curves were jiggling with each obscene stroke, and moans were flying off his tongue like it was nothing. "don't doubt him, richie . . . dick's so good he's gonna steal your girl," stevie teased with a lilted giggle. "i doubt you thought you'd be turning mr. right into a cuck for little ol' me, daddy . . . but ya knew this little pussy was irresistible, didn't you?" he licked his lips hungrily as he glanced back at sweet, innocent benji — who wasn't so innocent anymore with that gleam in his eye! "now, daddy, should we be nice and let richie play too, or's he gonna have to beg for it?"

stevie was benji's best friend, and there was no questions about it. despite all of their differences, they had an inseparable bond that benji never thought could be tested by something as frivolous as a guy, but then richie had come along. whilst he knew that stevie wouldn't try to steal him away intentionally, benji also knew that his friend was used to getting whatever he wanted — and benji was more than ready to put a ceremonious end to that. "do you see what i mean, richie?! he actually thinks that having a celebrity crush is equivocal to banging his best friend's step-dad! that's the textbook definition of crazy," benji scoffed, cheeks flushed bright pink. "or you could have, y'know... told me what was happening and let me take care of it — but of course, you would rather act first and think later, and leave me to clean up your mess! i'm sick of it, stevie!" benji would always love stevie, and they would always be friends, but he had grown weary of being the trusty sidekick. more than anything, benji wanted something that he could call his own — and for some foolish reason, he actually thought that could richie. "i mean... when you put it like that," he considered with a sigh, swallowing around the lump in his throat. "of course i love him. i guess i could share, since he's my best friend and all... and i know that he really likes you too, and i want him to be happy. i just wish he wouldn't have been so sneaky about it."

benji knew stevie like the back of his hand. he had memorized the faint constellation of freckles on his left shoulders, and the birthmark above his hip that was shaped like a heart. he could describe every inch of his best friend's body in great detail — but never, ever like this. "oh, wow," benji remarked softly as richie's firm hand guided his own to stevie's ass. he was lost in a daze, letting his hand caress the boy's soft cheek before slipping a finger between them to swipe over his hole. "you were flirting?" he giggled softly, tucking his face into the crook of stevie's neck. benji didn't understand the effect stevie was having on him. he never thought there was any underlying romantic tension between them, and surely he would have noticed it by now if there were! but if that were true, he wouldn't have been nipping at stevie's neck with a finger pressing at his taut rim, breathing too heavily to pretend he wasn't affected by it all. "i think... i think i would treat you like a slut, because you'd like it — b-but i'd treat you like a princess, too, 'cause that's what you deserve," benji gulped, bringing his other hand to stevie's waist. "but... that would never happen, right? because we're best friends, we're not... attracted to each other like that — are we?"

benji couldn't help but feel a tad jealous as he watched stevie go wild at richie's feet. even though he was doing the same, lapping at the boy's sweaty soles with a hunger he didn't quite understand. he gazed up at the boy on the bed and couldn't deny that he much rather would have been in his place, laid back like a king whilst the prettiest boy in all of lake thornton worshipped him. "w-wait, what? seriously? that's what you were doing with my socks?" benji asked, eyes blown wide as he turned to face his best friend, a thin trail of saliva connecting his swollen lips to richie's toes. "i just... i guess i never thought you saw me like that. i mean, we've slept in a bed together our whole lives and you've never made a pass at me — and you've made a pass at everyone," he replied, a soft pink hue washing over his cheeks. hearing stevie's little secret only made benji even more jealous of richie. if stevie had a thing for his feet, why hadn't he said something?! his fearlessness was what he loved most about stevie — he wasn't afraid of anything, or anyone... yet he'd kept something like that from benji. it didn't make sense, but benji didn't have much time to mull it over, since richie was doing his best to rile him up! "i mean, y-yeah... they are pretty sweaty, but they're not all that big. stevie probably wouldn't even like them," benji said softly, averting his gaze from stevie's big brown eyes. he went back to pressing kisses into richie's soles to distract himself from his own embarrassment, breathing in the boy's potent musk.

benji never would have thought that he would get off on watching, but stevie was right — he looked way too pretty sloppily making out with their shared crush's sweaty feet. "hey, i'm n-not a cuck! i don't even know what that is, but i know that i'm not that," benji protested, wiping saliva from his lips with the back of his hand. "i just... i've never gotten to see stevie like this before, a-and it's kind of intoxicating. i've always known he was pretty, but this is totally different. he's... he's perfect." distracted by stevie's ass perched in the air, benji wanted a better view. he crawled over to him, fingers circling the fluttering rim as he licked his lips hungrily. "n-no, i think... i think i would rather be back here," benji said, offering a polite smile to richie. he was practically obsessed with richie only moments ago, but now all he could think about was stevie — his pretty lips, his juicy thighs, his creamy skin. "i didn't think so either, stevie... but... fuck, it's all i want right now," he gulped. benji leaned forward and pressed his lips against his best friend's hole, kissing it softly as though it was a lover. his eyes rolled back as a deep groan echoed throughout the bedroom, hands gripping stevie's thighs as he dug deeper and deeper. he hummed softly as the boy sang his praises, circling his pink rim with the tip of his tongue. "holy fuck, why would i ever suck cock when you taste like this?" benji said breathily. his cock was rock hard, shoved between his thighs, and he needed relief. he pulled his panties down his legs, letting the thick slab of meat — bigger than stevie's, bigger than richie's — that he'd kept a secret flop out and push between stevie's pert cheeks. benji's lips curled into a smirk as stevie began to beg, glancing up at richie to see the utter disbelief on the jock's face. "yeah, baby? you want daddy's fat cock filling up your sweet little pussy?" benji asked teasingly. he spit into the palm of his hand, lathering his cock with saliva before gently pressing the tip past the boy's rim. he sighed deeply as the tight warmth welcomed in, gnawing at his bottom lip as he watched his best friend's pretty hole stretch around him. "if y'want it that bad, baby — take it. push yourself back on daddy's cock, fill yourself up with it. slowly, too, since y'know i like to watch," he hummed, glancing up at richie. "who's the cuck now?"

everyone knew that benji and stevie were attached at the hip, but richie had no idea just how dramatic the pair could be. it likely wouldn't have changed the fact that he flirted with them both, but it would've been nice to know what he was getting himself into beforehand. nevertheless, richie had no doubt that they could work things out — especially once he pulled his cock out, and the little sluts inevitably dropped to their knees and resolved their problems whilst relieving his. "hey now, don't put me in this. you girls gotta talk this out amongst yourselves," richie replied with a small chuckle, hands raised at his chest. the only reason to get involved in a catfight is to get scratched, and stevie didn't have any band-aids on hand. he sat back, socked feet crossed at the ankle, and tuned in for the show. "i don't know, baby... he doesn't seem to thrilled at the idea," he sighed softly. richie turned to benji and placed a hand on his cheek, a teasing pout on his lips. "what's wrong, princess? i thought this was what you wanted, sweetheart — and i thought you would want to share it with your best friend," richie cooed, stroking the boy's cheekbone. "think about it, baby... you love him, don'tcha? and he'll be right by your side the whole time. you guys will be even better friends after this!"

richie had the best of both worlds right before him. whilst stevie was outwardly gorgeous and deliciously sinful, benji presented a brand new sort of challenge — and richie bernstein loved a challenge. he thought he might have to put in a little more effort to corrupt the shy little thing, but stevie was doing all of the work for him! "bet you never felt anything like that, baby... and guess what? word on the street is, your little friend here will give it up whenever you want it!" richie teased, leaving a firm slap on stevie's pale cheek. as benji explored the bottomless treasure chest that was stevie cruz, richie's hand had fallen from that fat little ass as he moved to the boy's front. he placed a hand on his cheek and brought him in for a sloppy kiss, only pulling back for a deep breath. "benji can watch if he wants, princess... but it looks like he might want a piece himself," he grinned, nodding toward the boy mouthing at stevie's neck. "shit, kinda looks like he might want the whole thing." richie could practically feel the air sucked out of the room as benji glanced in his direction, a hunger in his dark eyes. suddenly, richie no longer felt like he was in control — he wasn't watching two little sluts fight for his attention, he was fighting to keep stevie's!

natural order seemed to be restored as stevie and benji dropped to their knees, each taking one of his sweaty feet into their hands. it was hardly the first time he had been treated like royalty by a slut too eager for their own good, but it was the first time he'd had two boys mouthing at his feet, gazing up at him like he hung the moon and the stars himself. "that's right, you're a good girl — and good girls only cum when they've got their daddy's cock in 'em, don't they?" richie teased, wiggling his toes against stevie's lips. he groaned out deeply as their tongues seemed to work in unison, eyes rolling back as he dragged his soles along their rolled out tongues. "fuck, baby... such a little footslut you can't even resist your best friend's? tell me, princess, how did those socks smell? did they make your little cock hard?" he hummed softly, smirking in benji's direction. he had to say, he liked the kid a lot better when he was being a meek little footslut. richie could see the wheels turning in benji's head, could even see stevie's attention being stolen away the longer his little friend went on. "too bad you're both little bottom bitches, right?" richie said, tapping his foot against stevie's soft cheek. "but luckily for you, i've got plenty of friends to pass your hot little pussy around with... i could take y'downstairs right now, and i'd have the whole lacrosse team hard, dripping and ready to take you on a trip to poundtown in seconds."

"hey, there ain't nothing wrong with being a little cuck, baby," richie said with a grin, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. he brought his other foot to stevie's feet, watching for benji's reaction as his little friend got the full richie bernstein affect. "he's downright sinful, ain't he? why don't you come up here and give daddy some kisses while we watch the show?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. richie thought he had benji precisely where he wanted him, thought that he would have absolutely taken him up on his offer and joined him at the top of the bed... but little benji cooper was up to no good, and there was nothing richie could have said to get his night back on track. "hey, don't forget about your daddy," richie snapped, wiggling his toes in front of stevie's face. "you've got some sweaty feet to clean, and i'm not satisfied just yet — you do a good enough job, and i might let you finally get your lips around my cock." he was grasping at the power he craved, trying to avert stevie's attention back to where it rightfully belonged — on him. richie could hardly believe his eyes when benji whipped his cock out. he hardly expected the little twink to put him to shame, but stevie was all over it! richie knew that he'd lost; and if he didn't want to be totally phased out, he would just have to get with the program. he slid down the bed, perched at the edge of it as he ran his hands through stevie's hair and pressed a kiss to his lips. "you two are fucking wild, y'know that?" richie said with a soft chuckle. "go ahead, benji — show me. show me that you're a man... y'might have a fat cock, but do you know how to use it? you really think you can please a slut as seasoned as this one?"

[peterlorrefanpage]

Mad Love / Phantom of the Opera crossover

Peter Lorre & Frances Drake - Mad Love studio promo (1935).

It's images like this that bring what I call my latent Phantom of the Opera desires to the forefront.

I mean, look at this. Look at his utter absorption as he drinks in the face of his beloved, at his regard palpable even in the poise of his chin, in his lowered eyelids:

Unhf.

It's because of Mad Love and tons of other things that Peter would have been fabulous as the Phantom of the Opera (just as he was in a different way as the Phantom of the Ballet). He'd have used similar elements, I just know it - the obsessiveness, the fractured personality, the masterfulness. He would have made PotO his own.

And after all, Claude Rains did it without singing (I do love Claude Rains).

Now, Peter could carry quite a nice tune. See The Verdict, and even the deliberately-goofy Was Frauen Traumen. But since it's already been established that singing on the Phantom's part isn't strictly necessary, even if we do mingle up movie and musical versions...

...and we already know Peter looks divine behind a keyboard, a la Three Strangers (1946)...

...and even when he's more menacing in All Through the Night (1942). I get that he's standing up from the piano at this moment, but still...

Now.

Imagine him as Erik, the lonely Hades of his own subterranean kingdom beneath the opera house, surrounded by all the lush and profane trappings he'd acquired over the long years. It's a home and a mausoleum in one, built to last out the rest of his days with everything he needs but nothing he wants.

Jaded and dejected, he sometimes feels his heart thudding so strongly it fills his ears like a tell-tale, ticking down the hours to the death he half-longs for. Time, there's too much time no matter how he squanders it, spending hours reinforcing the horrible stories that surround him like the wings of the stage.

Bah. Parlor tricks; amateur work. It's all too easy. He who had made audiences convulse and froth with horror, he who had designed masteries of diabolical architecture for petty gods on earth! What is an off-key shriek from a chorus girl or a whites-of-the-eyes bluster from a manager to that?

It's only when someone comes too close to his home, his security, his intactness, that his heart starts beating a vibration off the true, igniting his darker, more infernal urges...

Yet when he's with his music, tempering and mastering (though he knows he's a mere student of this, this cosmic glory) the pure energy that he hears with his eyes, feels with his skin - sound masquerading as air, as life - when he's more himself than at any other time - there's a small, stubborn, ridiculously hopeful part of him that glimmers up a foolish little wish that someone could sense and feel and know the humanity left in him.

For someone to see him, really see him, away from the shadows, away from the shroud, unshielded in unfiltered daylight.

And not leave him.

Such a hope is somehow the most damning of all. Yet he can't seem to obliterate it.

And then, one day, there - ! Above in the opera house! Something new has come: A budding voice, tremulous, pure.

A voice that brings the light right down to him through the corridors and casements, shafts and stairwells, along the crooked passageway second from the left, around the dust-covered boxes spilled out into the hallway from the broken-hasped door, down alongside the subterranean lake, through his doorways and walkways and archways, down to where he sits on his throne of an organ bench, hands frozen in mid-air, transfixed, overcome.

A voice without affectation. Without guile. Without, perhaps, much timbre or assurance.

But with, somehow, comprehension. Knowledge of suffering, of heartache, of the foibles of humankind. In fact--

Ah. There it is, a glissando of shade like a dark lantern closing, like the edge of an eclipse. He somehow knew it would be there.

How can such light coexist with this shadow?

He must behold its source. He must. Just a glimpse, that's all, surely he can have that. Just to see the face and form that voice comes from, just to fill his eyes and spirit.

And then to creep back to his cold hell of a home, there to feast on the image and the sound, knowing that the corporeal is not for such as him.

...but then, he thinks, as his hands twist his composition paper, crackling dry like mummified bones, why couldn't it be?

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[imaeraser]

Can I request platonic Akazaya nine headcannons

(Takes place before 20-year time jump)

Kin’emon

He’s goofy

He isn’t even trying, it’s just that he’s a little slow on the uptake

And by that, I mean very

You can be making a joke, and he’ll take it seriously. Then five minutes later start laughing hysterically

Which makes you laugh at how ridiculous he is— and that just leads to you two rolling on the ground. No longer sure about what was funny, but each time the other person laughs, you can’t help but do the same

He’s a perv, so you catch him leering at girls

So of course you tell the rest of the 9, and you guys endlessly tease him

Then he starts yelling about how he’s the leader, and how he can punish you guys

But no one takes him seriously

Even Oden joins in on the fun. That’s when Kin’emon give up trying to save his pride (he ends up making fun of himself)

He tries to act like a big brother, which most of the time doesn’t work. But when it does you wonder where all the wisdom came from

10/10 Expect nothing less from Kin’emon

Denjiro

He’s serious

But in a funny ironic way. Unlike Kin’emon he will get the joke, but not laugh and scold you for not taking work seriously

When he loosens up (aka, when Oden tells him to relax) then he might laugh at your corny jokes, but until then you can expect him to act like a mom

He may not have much of a sense of humor, but he is probably the best when it comes to advice

Tell him your woes, and he’ll have an eight-step plan to fix them

If you do something amazing on accident, he’ll have a newly gained respect for you

That’s because he’s kinda naive

So if you pull an Usopp on him, and start telling grand lies. He’ll believe you

Be careful though, that may mean he’ll give you way more than you can chew when fighting enemies

He will fanboy to you about something cool Oden did

If you don’t get as excited as he does, he will scold you

7/10 too much of a mom

Kikunojo

They are like an older sister figure

Pretty calm

Until you do something stupid, then they’re giving you the worst side-eye. They don’t even have to speak for you to understand what they’re saying

They like to dress you up in clothes that are as feminine as possible

If that’s not your style, deal with it. If it is, then you two can choose outfits for each other

You low-key get creeped out when they put on the Oni mask

Their entire vibe changes, and it’s intimidating

They wouldn’t protect you in a fight, since they trust that you can handle yourself

But if anyone picks on you outside a fight, expect hands to be thrown

I can see you two making food for the others

When Oden isn’t making oden… which is all the time

9/10 the only downside is the shade that is (occasionally) thrown

Kanjuro

You two mess around together

You guys can act out several plays and have tons of fun making the characters as outlandish as possible

He’ll draw something cute for you, and you two get to play with it for a while

If you’re extra hungry, he’ll draw out some lettuce. But when that gives you a stomach ache, he’ll just rub your back

I can see him trying to be a good wingman, but failing (I think the only good wingmen would be Kawamatsu, and Denjiro. But Denjiro would never do it)

He’ll just stick to doing your Kabuki makeup

I think he would be a good hype man

I can also see you two just drinking tea, while the rest of the group is running around, trying to find where Momonosuke ran off to

I can see you two taking a pottery class together (and probably failing)

Anything art related you and Kanjuro like to do together

I can also see you two having dance parties, and (most) of the group joins in

10/10 very fun times

Raizo

Similar to Kin’emon

But the difference is that he tries to impress you with his ninja skills

If you compliment him, he’ll act humble

But he’s beaming with pride

He uses his ninja skills to prank you

This leads to a prank war that no one is safe from

Even Oden wants to join in on the fun. Which ends up with him crushing everyone

Not very good when it comes to emotions, he ends up getting awkward

Unless you’re getting emotion about Oden because he’ll start crying too

He’ll ask you to help him pick up girls

It never works. It ends up with the girl running and screams, and you two bolting and having to explain to Oden why he got a complaint

9/10 it’s all fun and games until Oden joins in

Ashura Doji

Acts kinda like an uncle/older brother

He acts seriously a lot of the time, but when he does let loose he is fun to be around

Why can’t he be like that all the time?

He may not always have the most fun, but he is always reliable

If you have any problems, you can go to talk to him and he’ll listen. And if you ask for advice, then he’ll give the best words of wisdom

And if he thinks it’s appropriate for him to step in, he will

He smells like alcohol though, so if that bothers you he’ll just laugh

I can see him teaching you how to use a sword/fight, or give extra practice

Ashura also treats you like an errand runner

He’ll give you a few coins and ask you to buy him sake, or a snack

If you say no, he’ll get salty

8/10 stop sending people on errands

Inuarashi

Him, Neokmamushi, and Kawamatsu are the best trio

Add you in, and the castle is in shambles

In the best and most fun way, but it is still chaos

It doesn't help when Oden joins in. It only makes things crazier (see the trend?)

Then the rest of the 9 has two stop you four, and Toki scolds Oden

I can see him also giving really good advice

He’s loyal to a fault, like dude calm down. All that person did was look at you, he does not need to whip out his sword

I can also see him following you around (like a dog)

He likes to act as he hates it when you pet him, but he secretly loves it

I think that he would like to read books with you and drinking tea

Can be annoying though, since he’s clingy

9/10 not too much to complain about

Nekomamushi

I think it would take a while for him to warm up to you

Him being a cat, that makes sense

I think that when he does warm up though, you will never be able to get him off of you

You can be laying down, digesting food, and he’ll just start kneading you

If you tell him to stop, he’ll get salty, and leave you for an hour, and then come back and try to sit on your lap

Like stop, you’re way too big to be doing that

He’ll also start to randomly rub your faces together

Like Inuarashi, he will follow you everywhere

That leads to those two into fights (sometimes), but if you pet both of them they’ll shut up

He’d be good at killing bugs. So if you are disgusted/scared of them, then he is the perfect partner in (bug) homicide

If anyone is bothering you, he’ll team up with Inuarashi to beat them up

9/10 there is a lot of similarities between him and Inuarashi

Kawamatsu

He is so cute

If you give him food he will love you forever

Especially eggs, he loves the texture

So if you give him an egg, he’ll thank you and do anything you say for a day

This can be useful if you don’t want to do something yourself

I can see him getting you two matching hats and clothes

Unlike the cat and dog duo, he doesn’t feel the need to be around you all the time. Instead, he lets you come to him

He’s also really good at giving advice and learning an ear

And as I mentioned before, he is one of the best wingmen. If you have your eyes on someone, he will go up to them and start talking about all of your accomplishments. How you saved fifty kids in one day (or something)

With him as a wingman, you are guaranteed at least one date. If you screw it up, that's on you

I also can see him as a very honest person, so when you ask him if you’re idea is dumb (and it is), he’ll tell you— in the kindest way possible

10/10 I need a Kawamatsu in my life

Bonus

Oden

He’s kinda a bully, but in the nicest way possible

He just likes messing with you. I can see him beating you and the rest of the crew up at a board game when you guys were little kids

Like dude, chill

Don’t worry though, if you think he’s being an unintentional bully (since he kinda acts immature), you can just tell his wife, and he’ll stop real quick

But when it comes down to it, you guys are what means the most to him

Aka: If he sees someone or something bothering you, he will demolish it

Unless it's another one of the nine, then he’ll make a family circle to talk it out

He likes it when he sees you and the rest of the group take care of his kids. It’s like seeing his kids, take care of his kids

Then his eyes start stinging and welling up with tears

But if you ask him, he’ll tell you that he is not crying

He’s kinda like a dad, but also like a little brother too

10/10 just stop beating everyone at uno

[yetanothersonic]

A'ight, time for Sonic Multiverse 101!

Here's every important Sonic media/continuity/universe/dimension, summarized so you can educate you're non-Sonic-crazy friends.

Wrote this for my Discord friends last night and thought Tumblr might be interested.

Games:

Modern Sonic--Sonic Sonic/Normal Sonic/This is main one, used in almost every game, the OG, the truest canon, this is Sonic. He runs around, beats Eggman, destroys robots, and saves everything from the little animals to the whole planet when it rips itself apart.

Classic Sonic--Just Sonic from the past, until time travel in that one game set him on an alternate timeline.

Boom Sonic--Different universe altogether, where everything is less serious. This world got three mostly-terrible games and two good, hilarious seasons of TV.

TV:

90's:

Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog (AoStH)--Humor, Robotnik and his henchbots are ridiculous, Tails is a 4-year-old, and Sonic Sez smoking, stealing, and accepting candy from strangers are No Good. Aimed at kiddos, explosions and goofiness.

Sonic the Hedgehog (Saturday Morning) (SatAM)--Darker and more serious, introduces the Freedom Fighters, trying to retake the Kingdom of Acorn back from Robotnik, while praying every day that their forest hideout isn't discovered, for fear of being roboticized into a mindless slave.

Sonic Underground--Sonic is a prince, has siblings, and they're in a band. They use music to fight Robotnik while trying to reunite with their mother so they can fulfill the prophecy that will free their kingdom from Robotnik's rule.

00's-20's:

Sonic X--Anime! The first one to actually come out of Japan, and the first that really took stories from the games, Sonic, friends, and Eggman get teleported from their world to Earth, and they (not Eggman) live with humans until they can get back home. Humor, but some parts could make grown men cry.

Sonic Boom--First in 3D, same world as the Boom games, stupid-funny, and Eggman secretly wants to be friends with Sonic.

Sonic Prime--??? Coming 2022!

Comics:

There are so many little manga and whatnot that I'm not going to mention them all. Here's the big ones:

Archie's Sonic the Hedgehog--American, originally based off SatAM, continuing the story of the Freedom Fighters. ~24 years of comics is too much to summarize, but there was romance drama, tons of world-building and lore, epic battles, angst, amazing characterization, a multiverse, and a reboot that took almost all of that away just a few years before the series finally caved. This has a few important alt universes, pre-reboot:

Sonic Prime--Savior of the multiverse, OG Sonic, yada yada. Likely no relation to the TV show of the same name.

Scourge--Anti-Sonic/Evil Sonic from the reverse dimension where everyone good is bad and vice versa. Green, wears a leather jacket and shades.

Zonic--Zone Cop from the No-Zone, 90 degrees from everywhere, in charge of keeping an eye on all the Sonics and making sure no one(Sonic or otherwise) goes into another universe unless it's necessary for plot without authorization.

Fleetway's Sonic the Comic--British, so I'm less familiar with it. Again starting with Robotnik having taken over the world, and Sonic and a different group of Freedom Fighters do their best to take him down. Unfortunately, this series never made it past the 90's. Also has a couple different Sonics that are important to distinguish:

Sonic--A bit of a jerk, though he really does care about his friends.

Super Sonic--Invincible psycho murderer who is activated when Sonic is too stressed or too exposed to chaos energy. Until Super gets his own body and looses his powers and memory, then he's an adorable baby who wouldn't hurt a fly.

IDW's Sonic the Hedgehog--American, the current series, three years old! Much more based on the games. Sonic and friends have to deal with whatever Evil Scheme Eggman has planned This Time, as well as dealing with a bunch of new baddies. Adventure!

Misc: OVA--The original movie/anime! Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles fight Robotnik and Metal Sonic, to rescue Princess Sara.

Movie--Sonic barely escapes his home planet with his life, then spends ten years stalking this human couple on Earth before getting caught and going on a Friendship Adventure. In the fandom, Sonic has adopted the couple's last name, Wachowski.

And I believe that's it!

[sawwyouuinadream]

FIFTH HARMONY EXPOSED

Isn’t this the type of headline that intrigues people? Well, here I will expose some myths that the so-called Exposing accounts go on exposing. Just declaring something here in the beginning: I love all my Fifth Harmony girls, OT5 that is, and read it at your discretion. The thoughts stated below are opinions of mine, gathered over months and years, and I firmly stand by them.

Cutting to the chase, here we go:

1)      Fifth Harmony the Band Image:

This group was manufactured by Simon Cowell on the X-Factor, back in 2012, and it broke up in 2018. On the show, Lauren Jauregui, the green-eyed white Latina was given the majority of solos and they performed songs in Spanish and garnered Hispanic fans banking on the fact that there were three Latinas in the group.

After they signed to Syco/Epic when the show ended, we saw Camila Cabello, the more convincing Latina, who was born in Cuba, get more and more solos. Normani Kordei was promoted as the “dancer” of the group, Ally Brooke as the “unproblematic one”, Lauren as the “broody edgy girl” and Dinah Jane as the “relatable Polynesian”.

Not surprisingly, Camila was the first one to do a solo venture with Shawn Mendes, the song I Know What You Did Last Summer, which, according to me, was a song to test the waters for both Shawn and Camila.

As more time passes, Camila was portrayed like the lead, not by HERSELF, but the trademark that Fifth Harmony was. She stopped talking in interviews, started doing more and more solo stuff, and even signed to a different manager. Voila, we were getting the rift in-band vibes galore.

Now here’s my verdict:

Fifth Harmony was made by Simon to not get the next One Direction, but to get the next Taylor Swift. Little Mix was already there in the U.K, and people know Girl groups don’t do as well as Boy Bands, mostly because of the inherent Misogyny in the society.

They wanted the next relatable girl next door who could influence teenage girls.  Camila being Latina, could now have an even larger fanbase, in Latin America as well as South Asia, because South Asian music is quite similar in a groove to Latin Music.

Why Not Lauren or Ally then?  Well, they were simply not interesting or Latin enough.

Why Not Normani? Do I have to tell? Those bitches are racist as fuck.

Why Not Dinah? Same thing. Less Appeal to a large fanbase.

That’s why Camila was the goofy dorky most relatable person on 5H. That’s why she readily had a high budget tour all set up for her the moment she left the group. That’s why they promoted her. 5H was never the long-lasting plan. Camila was. 5H was just an excuse to get her a strong fanbase and give Epic 4 more mediocre artists. I am really happy that Normani proved her worthiness and released smash hits as well. And mind you, this was done without Camila herself wishing for it. It was just the label’s decision.

 2)      Camila- the beauty or the bitch?

Camila Cabello is a very intriguing person to me. At the first glance, you haven’t seen a more dorky, goofy, and relatable celebrity like her, eating bananas and tripping on air. But then she starts talking about profound and deep experiences, and you go on her Tumblr and find quotes from books and aesthetic pictures. But then you see her leaked text messages and old Tumblr and all those images crumble before your eyes.

Think about this. Among the 5H girls, Dinah, Lauren, Ally, and Normani have friends outside the industry whom they talk to and hang out with. They have family they post about. Camila? She seems to have no friends apart from Sandra and Marielle Guzman, and those are the people we got the leaked texts with. What about her school teachers and school friends? Nothing.  All she hangs out with is Shawn Mendes and Taylor Swift and her mom who follows her like a hawk. She doesn’t seem to have a social life at all except for events she goes for business.

In my opinion, Camila has a pretty big secret that is guarded closely by everybody but her.

Is she racist? Yes. She was. She didn’t have any sensitivity to Black people or their struggles whatsoever. But you have to understand she is Hispanic, and not born in the U.S. And she has sort of always been a big mouth. I am from a country that doesn’t have a single black person in the near 30000 miles. We grow up using racial slurs as if it's nothing. I had to unlearn my indoctrinations and consciously undo the wrongs in my head and implement them in my actions. Bit it doesn’t undo things I said as a child. I bullied one friend of mine in middle school simply because her skin tone was darker than mine. But I was not canceled. Because I am not a celebrity. Have I learned? Yes definitely. I will never dare to act like that again because now I understand the pain of being ostracized and I recognize the struggles of black people. But that happened over time.

I feel like Camila is a changed person now, and tries very hard to educate herself. She is not perfect, but she doesn’t deserve so much hate. She deserves a second chance.  If she was indeed like that, Normani wouldn’t post a photo with her in IT on the eighth anniversary of 5H.

As far as her being a jealous bitch goes. The rest of 5H always had good things to talk about her after 5H dissolved in 2018. Lauren, the activist, even praised her. Dinah still seems pretty close to her.

Did she do solo stuff without 5H knowing?

No. If she did, and the whole not attending meetings thing happened, Dinah wouldn’t go to her Bad Things concert one day before she left the band. Lauren wouldn’t laugh with her in the VMAs like that if they weren’t friends and just work colleagues. The whole 5H vs Camila feud was planned by management because apparently shade helps sales. For both parties. Another manipulative misogynistic example of society.

 3)      Are/ Were Camila and Lauren romantically together?

All the roads lead to Rome honey. Camren has too many coincidences to NOT be real. From song lyrics to shady potato photos to weird comments and body language in interviews, I am pretty sure the Camren blogs will keep you covered.

Why does Lauren hate it so much? Why are we being invasive?

Lauren is supposed to nix it every time because she is contractually bound to do so. She needs to be the one to keep Camila’s straight image intact, although we have more than tons of evidence that Camila is anything but straight.

To everyone who says we shouldn’t force sexuality on people. Heterosexuality is not the default. Don’t force straightness on her. She never said she was straight. We’re just speculating she is with Lauren, and that’s it. Lauren just happens to be a girl. That’s IT.

Why did the nosy shippers out Lauren?

Nobody did. They just speculated on her sexuality based on assumptions. But no fan posted photos of her and Lucy from her aunt’s Facebook, because it was password protected. It was most probably intentional. Note that she shot a coming-out photoshoot with her “ex-girlfriend” Lucy Vives even before the Wedding where she was supposedly outed. Why shoot a photoshoot TO COME OUT and then hide behind the closet? Her coming out was planned as early as 2015, and so was the bearding of Camila simultaneously.

To me, Lauren and Camila are contracts bound to lie, at this moment. But they have a very grown-up and well-communicated relationship that is very sacred and private, and only the two of them know everything about it. Lauren and Camila are still related to the same contract, and this intuition of mine was confirmed yesterday. She was shooting something for Roger gold’s label. I hope the best for both of them, and I would love it if they were together. But them going public would be huge and in my opinion, detrimental to them.

4)      Who’s Shawn Mendes?

A really career-oriented artist. Shawmila is for him and his promotion only. Not his fault though. He is just a conceited boy with good guitar skills who wants to be extremely famous. I will not talk about his sexuality, because unlike Camila, I can’t trace him to anyone in particular.  But I can say this, Camila’s solo career had plans for Shawmila since the very start. I also believe it will end like Jelena and be back and forth for some time for minor promotions.

 Final Verdict:

Nobody is perfect. Don’t make this about Shawmila Vs Camren. Every artist has their struggles. But please break out of the shell of heteronormativity, misogyny, and racism. Love human beings. The 5H girls and Shawn Mendes are teenagers, now adults, who have been oppressed and manipulated by a capitalistic racist homophobic industry, for money and money only. And only the fans have the power to see the truth and choose the right stuff.

[fandomlovingfreak]

Healing His Heart (8/?)

Young Remus Lupin/Reader

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: 1715

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Summary: (y/n) is two years younger than him, a popular Slytherin, and Regulus Black’s best friend. Yet he can’t help but be attracted to her bewitching personality and sweet smile. Unfortunately, his er–problem makes it harder to get close to others. Despite his attempts to push her away (for her own good) she seems determined to worm her way into his life.

Enjoy

Something is touching his face, bringing him back into consciousness. He recognizes the soft touch as fingertips as they graze the skin underneath his eyes and across his bottom lip. Remus nuzzles into the hand that's caressing his face. Slowly he blinks his eyes open, a bit of the morning sunlight blinding him. Remus puts his hand up to block the offending light, grumbling about the offensive light. "(Y/n)?" His voice sounds groggy, as it usually does after the full moon. "Can you sit?" (y/n) entirely comes into focus as his eyes adjust to the daylight. Remus nods, letting her help him sit up. "Here." (Y/n) presses a glass of water to his lips. He glances over at her before taking the glass in his hand. Remus takes a large gulp of the cold water before setting down the glass, "what are you doing here?" "I assumed those three knobs didn't do much more than help you back into the castle, so I volunteered this time." "Why?" "Why?" She giggles, "because you're my boyfriend, duh." "I'm not your problem—" (Y/n) rolls her eyes, "I wouldn't say you're my problem, but you're mine, so I'd have to argue with that." He notices then he's missing his clothes, "uh—" "I have your clothing." She turns, dragging his bag from behind her. "But I want to heal those cuts first—" "Let me put on my trousers!" He's a brilliant shade of red, trying to cover up. "It's not that big of a dea—" "(Y/n)! Just—" he reaches for the bag, snatching it from her hands. She laughs, "but are you sure you didn't hurt —" "There's nothing wrong with my legs." (y/n) giggles, getting up to turn around towards the door, giving him privacy. Remus hurriedly pulls the jeans he's packed himself from the bag, struggling to pull them up his legs. He watches her as he gets the zip and button done. "Okay... you can uhm—turn back around." She does just that, instantly moving back towards him. Her hand reaches back for his face, examining the new damage he's done to himself. "There isn't a ton that needs too much attention, but--" she gently rubs her thumb across his lips, "this one is particularly nasty. Any discomfort otherwise?" "Just sore—" she nods, moving to grab a little vial of green liquid. She hands him the vial. "What's this?" He looks at the contents of the liquid. "Something I've been making myself for years for after Quidditch games. Got a bludger to the shoulder a few years back, and it still gives me issues. This is—well, it's a tonic for muscle soreness, I suppose." "It works?" (y/n) rolls her eyes, "of course it works! When has a potion I've made not worked?" He smiles, wincing at the movement as it tugs at the cut, "that is true. And is it safe?" He grins, so she knows he's teasing. "Quit talking till I've healed that lip. You're making it worse." He tries not to smile again. She pulls out her wand and begins to heal the cut. "There," she pockets her wand once again, reaching to get something else. "What's that?" He asks curiously as she pulls out a salve. "Well, if you wanted—" she holds the salve up, "and this is only if you want this. I'm not pushing it on you, but I have this scar reducing salve. It won't completely erase the scars, especially not the deepest ones, but the color will correct somewhat. Again, not a miracle salve, and I don't want you to think I care about the scars." She swipes her thumb against his cheek, "I like you just as you are. I just thought I'd ask in case you were interested." "Wait—where do you—how'd you get that?" (Y/n) grins, "made it myself, of course." "How are you so brilliant?" He's genuinely impressed with the girl. How she was so incredibly intelligent but so— into him? It blew his mind. (Y/n)'s giggle is magical as she leans in to kiss him quickly, "do you want it or not?" "Uh—does it sting at all?" "Nope, truthfully, I made it because I had a scar on my leg from a playground accident. The scar is still there and still somewhat visible, but… it worked enough for me to be content. Healing scars is a tricky business, you know. And it's not going to be a dramatic difference. It will be a slight reduction. I don't want you to think this will completely heal them. Again, It's hard to heal scars..." "I know... maybe? Just on the bad ones?" "You're going to have to use it yourself then. I don't which ones you personally feel are the worst." "Well, can't you tell?" He motions to his face. "I really can't, Remus. I don't only see the scars when I look at you. I see you, Remus, exactly how you are." He huffs, hiding his blush behind his hand, "why do you have to be so sweet—?" She touches the newly healed bit of his lip, "I'm not being sweet. I'm being honest." Remus pulls her into his arms, leaning his chin on her shoulder, "I don't know what I did to deserve you." "You don't do things to deserve love, darling," she says against his bare chest, "love is—well, it's not a transaction." "You're spectacular," his voice is breathy as he reaches out to touch her cheek. "Me? Spectacular?" (y/n) chuckles, "well, maybe a little bit. Do you think you can walk?" Remus gets up to stand, pulling his clean sweater over his head, "Yes, but I might need a little help from you. Do you mind?" "Not at all." She wraps her arm around his waist, allowing him to lean some of his weight on her. "Do you want to get breakfast?" she asks as they make their way through the tunnel. "Sure, do I look presentable enough?" (y/n) hums, "you look well enough. We could also find a sunny spot in the castle and eat there if you don't want to sit in the Great Hall." Remus smiles down at her, "you don't mind?" "Of course not. I don't really want to share you with anyone else right now, anyway." He suddenly remembers, though, that he should probably check in with Madam Pomfrey, "Wait-- I have to check in with Pomfrey." "Okay. We can stop in the Hospital Wing first." "Let me go alone. She doesn't know you are aware--" "What does it matter if she does? Would it be crazy you've told your girlfriend of your condition?" He purses his lips, "No, but I don't want to get you in trouble. It's only supposed to be me that knows about the Shrieking Shack, darling." (y/n) rolls her eyes, "fine. I'll wait for you in the hall." *** Madam Pomfrey looks a bit confused that he hasn't got a single scratch on him. "No damage this time, Mister Lupin?" She hands him a bit of chocolate. Remus pops it in his mouth, nodding along. "Doesn't seem so." "No soreness? Last month you complained about your shoulder quite a bit." Madam Pomfrey doesn't seem convinced that he's so-- okay. It's the first time in seven years he's come into the Hospital Wing without a single scratch or bruise. "I'm feeling pretty good, honestly." Madam Pomfrey hums in the back of her throat, "interesting. Well, you may leave if you'd like, Mister Lupin." Remus jumps off the hospital cot, "thanks, Poppy." Madam Pomfrey only shakes her head, not bothering to correct him. Opening the heavy door, he looks around the hall, not seeing (y/n) anywhere. "Remus!" He looks towards the voice, seeing (y/n) carrying something in her arms. "What'cha got there?" he quietly closes the door behind him. "Breakfast, of course." (y/n) grins, kissing him on the cheek, "let's find a place to eat." *** They're able to find a quiet, sunny space in a deep-set windowsill. (y/n) climbs up onto the seat, patting the space next to her. Remus sits next to her. His stomach growls audibly, causing (y/n) to laugh. "Hungry?" She teases him. Remus rolls his eyes, "What did you manage to get?" "All sorts of stuff." She begins to place the food in front of them. He grabs for a piece of toast, taking a large bite. It tastes marvelous. "How are you feeling, honestly?" She places her hand on her own face before putting it on his forehead. "I'm fine. I feel good. Whatever is in your... muscle soreness tonic or whatever works wonders. I'm not sure I've felt this well after a full moon ever." (y/n) takes his hand in hers, "Really?" "Yes. Are you going to tell me what it is?" "Of course not. It's a secret." Remus raises an eyebrow, "you won't? Why?" "What if you... stole my secret and claimed it as your own?" He can tell she's teasing by the way she grins at him. "Do you really think anyone would believe someone so... dreadful at potions concocted something so brilliant?" (y/n) pretends to think it over, "No, I suppose they would assume you've stolen it. It is quite brilliant as you said." Remus chuckles, taking another bite of his toast, "so if you won't tell me what is in your secret tonic... how about the salve?" (y/n) takes a bite of her own food, "I don't believe that's necessary, Mister Lupin. You won't get my secrets that easily." She makes her point with a light jab to his chest. Remus's lips curl into a flirty grin, "oh? Can I not? Not even if I do this--" He leans in to kiss her, tilting her chin up to meet his kiss. (y/n)'s hand comes up to touch his face lovingly. Remus pulls away to admire her. (y/n)'s eyes flutter open, a goofy smile painted onto her face, "No, I don't think even that will make me spill my secrets--" He stops her speaking with another kiss, this time crowding over her, his arms wrapping around her body. "How about now?" he pulls away just enough, their noses brushing against each other. (y/n) hums, her eyes still delicately closed, "I don't know yet... maybe another kiss could convince me--" Remus chuckles before giving in to her request.

[socialwriter]

Ch. 2-Diamonds are a girls best friend

Listen alongside- this and this

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Female Reader

TW: Prostitution, sexual activities, mentions of homelessness, cursing, health issues

2.2k+ words

A/n- This is the second chapter of my moulin rouge series, I hope y’all enjoy, mwah

 The curtain rose, and JJ's mouth instantly went dry when the most beautiful woman he had ever seen walked onstage. Immediately, butterflies erupted in his chest. He realized that this mission of his was going to be much harder than he had initially anticipated…

Y/n strut on stage, hips swaying from side to side slightly. She had the routine down pat, knowing how to maximize tips for the night. Leaving the men of the audience wanting more, that’s how you keep them coming back for more. You push and push them, but don’t let them over the edge. Eventually, she landed center stage, the spotlight hitting her making the jewels on her body and costume glimmer. The entire audience was quiet, anticipation evident by the atmosphere. 

You were ready to begin. 

The silky notes left your throat, as looked up at the audience through your eyelashes, flirting with every man in the room all at once. Your eyes skimmed the audience, creating a connection with each and every person watching. After all, the larger the connection, the larger the tip. Though, your attention always drifted back to those middle booths. The money makers. You hadn’t forgotten your conversation with Topper before the show had begun for the night.

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You’re putting the finishing touches of makeup on for the night, painting the red rouge on the lip when a knock was heard at the door. You breathe in, putting on your sultry look, preparing for an early customer, only to relax when you see it's just Topper likely here to tell you to break a leg. “There’s my star.” He said, a grin on his face as he opened his arms towards you. 

You rolled your eyes, but nevertheless walked over to him to give him a small hug and air kisses. Topper had always been able to see the shine and glimmer in you that you hadn’t been able to see in yourself. To yourself, you were just like any of the other performers, nothing special, but he saw something more in you. He had taken you in when you were left homeless at 14, giving you a job as a waitress before letting you perform when you were of age. He picked you up, dusted you off, and made you a beautiful star, though he said you didn’t need his help doing the last part.

“I’m just doing my job Top.” You retort, pulling away from the hugs. He just grins at you and shakes his head, surprised that after all these years you still had never learned to take a compliment. “And that’s why we pay you the big bucks.” He muses, before the smile falls on his face and he becomes serious. The mood change is abrupt, taking you aback. It looked like this wasn’t just his ritual check in before he started the show.

“I need your help.”

“When don’t you.”

Topper huffs and rolls his eyes, clearly not in the mood for jokes anymore. “Listen, you’re the first girl I’m telling this to, but we’re running low on money. We can’t afford the drinks, the costumes, the lights. Pretty soon we’ll be going under if we continue on this path.”

A small gasp escapes your lips and you look down, tears threatening to spill. This place and Topper had given you a home when you had nowhere else to turn to and now it may be in ruins? You saw other girls, in similar positions you had been in, depending on this place to pay the bills. Some of them had families and children to care form, and now they might suffer because of this place going under. “I hate to break it to you Top, but I don’t have any money to keep this place a float.

Topper shook his head instantly. “I know you don’t, trust me, I don’t think anyone that works here does. But one of our patrons tonight can save us, and I need your help convincing him to invest in us.” That was no shock to you. Topper had often asked you to pay special care to the top paying customers to ensure that they always came back for more, but never had the stakes been so high. “Who?”

“His name’s Rafe Cameron, Duke of Monroth. He’s been coming here on your nights off for the past few weeks, but I think we’re going to need you to give him the final push to give us the money. He always sits in a middle booth, as per usual with the bigwigs. Can you do this for me, for everyone here doll?”

You nod, a determined look in your eyes. “This Duke isn’t gonna know what hit him Top.”

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You smile, eventually walking around the venue, collecting your bills on the different beats of the song. Everything was a show, and the people had to be entertained at all times.

When you start to approach the booth of the three bohemians, JJ pats down his pockets before realizing he doesn’t have any money to give. “Gimme some money.” He whisper-yells at the two men seated next to him, you were only one booth over. You were currently giving a show to someone who you didn’t realize yet was Rafe Cameron, and he was thoroughly impressed, enjoying the show but not tipping a cent. 

“I only have a $20.” Pope whisper-yells back, but you’re already walking, so JJ grabs the 20 dollar bill from Pope’s hand without his consent and grabs your wrist ,spinning you around. You’re shocked to say the least, and about to pull away from the rude customer. You may dance around and perform sexual acts in front of men, but you drew the line at consent. However, when you turned around, your breath hitched as you met the most beautiful blue eyes that you had ever seen. The unknown mystery man hands you $20 before getting on one knee and kissing the back of your hand. The tip is huge, and with the chivalrous attitude, you connect the dots in your head that this must be the duke Rafe Cameron. It looked like you would be seeing more of those mesmerizing blue eyes later tonight.

You start to walk away from who you assume is the duke, but not before turning around and blowing a kiss his way. JJ is practically swooning at this point, his eyes glued on you the entire time as he makes his way back to the booth with Pope and John B. “Man..you’re good.” John B mumbles, looking at JJ with only respect in his eyes. Pope, however, is a little less impressed, muttering, “You owe me $20” under his breath.

You stuff the 20 in your corset, making your way back to the stage before it feels like a ton of bricks have been piled onto your chest. You stumble upstage and lean on a wall, hoping that the dancers in front of you will distract the audience from whatever is happening to you. It's hard to breathe, and you don’t know what's happening, until you feel a hand on your shoulder and see Sarah’s worried eyes, Kie glancing over at you with concern in her eyes while she dances. Focusing on Sarah seems to pull you out of whatever funk you’re in and let you focus on breathing in and out again. Eventually, you feel like enough oxygen has filled your lungs as you start to walk back to the front of the stage, nodding to Sarah to let her know you’re ok. She reluctantly allows you to walk forward and finish the number, but makes sure to keep an eye on you for the rest of the night.

After belting out the final notes to the song, you’re met with applause from everyone, and you smile at them all. “I hope you all have enjoyed your time at the Moulin Rouge thus far. Now, who’s ready to dance?!” You ask the audience, earning whoops and hollers in response. The rest of the girls and yourself all start to walk off stage, the real performance of mingling with customers just beginning. 

John B and Pope, seeing you walking off stage, stand up abruptly. “Now’s your chance pal. Talk to Y/n, and we’ll distract Topper. Good luck bud.” John B says to JJ, before both boys leave heading over to Topper. “Hey Top, looking spiffy as always, that a new tie?” JJ hears Pope shout, causing him to chuckle and shake his head. Before he can start looking around to find you, you’re already in front of him, a light sheen of sweat on you from the rigorous performance that you had just given. “Hey handsome.”

JJ gulped, scratching that back of his head nervously. He had expected to have to pull you away from some rich scum to talk to you, and he had no clue as to why he would be the first man you approached. “Me handsome?” He asked, pointing to himself. Way to make yourself look like an idiot, JJ.

You just giggle, twirling some hair around your finger. You had half expected the duke to be some arrogant asshole that immediately wanted to get into you pants, but he was different. You catch yourself getting butterflies in your stomach at his goofy smile and pretty blue eyes, but try to push down the feeling. Your profession was not one for love. “Yes you, silly.”

You lean down so that your mouth is right next to his ear, your lips just barely brushing against his skin. “Care to dance?” JJ’s eyes widen slightly, and he looks you in the eyes. “Aren’t I supposed to be asking you that?” 

Smirking, you shake your head at the blond, holding out your hand for him to take. “I like to switch things up, what can I say?” 

JJ takes your outstretched hand, standing and following you to the dance floor. “I’m, uh, not really a dancer, I actually do more music.” You look back at him, surprised by the information. Most men kept their mouths shut during this part, wanting the physical and nothing more. But not the man stood in front of you. He seemed genuine, nervous sure, but like he wanted you for your soul and not your body. You can’t help but smile at his awkward stance, glancing at the other girls and how they're dancing with their customers for the night. “Well, that means that you already got the hard part down. If you’re dancing to the beat, then you’re already doing better than most of the guys in here.” You tell him, smirking when his face turns a shade of pink. “Now come here.”

You pull him close, wrapping a leg around his hips so that your chests are pressed together, and your hands go up to his shoulders, fingers absentmindedly playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. JJ clears his throat, uncomfortable with how close you are, considering your dress is riding up so that your ass is almost hanging out. “You, um, you don’t have to do that, you know.” He says, looking you in the eyes. The smirk you had on your face falls, and you lower your leg. It looked like all the usual tricks wouldn’t work, like you had thought they might. Apparently this Rafe guy needed an emotional connection, which would be harder. You’d trained yourself to block out emotions, but this guy was demanding you to be vulnerable and be the real you, not the act that you put on. 

“Where did you come from?” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can even really think of what you’re saying, and your eyes widen slightly, heat rising to your cheeks. You rest your head on the blond’s chest, praying that he hadn’t seen the blush on your face. But JJ had, and it made him fall in love with you even more. Seeing the real you, the real woman, the real person, not the performer and the act that you put up. He was determined, in that moment, to make you his, no matter the cost. “America.” He joked, causing you to snort, shaking your head before pulling away. Instantly, you both crave the other's touch. “I’ll be in my dressing room, hope to see you there.” You tell JJ before walking away, giving him one last parting glance. 

John B and Pope see you walk away from JJ, so they decide to quit pestering Topper to see how the mission with JJ and you was going. “So how’d it go man?” Pope questions. JJ is left speechless for a moment before glancing back at the two. “She invited me back to her dressing room.” John B and Pope both grin at JJ, the former patting him on the shoulder. “Well done, you go up there, talk to her uninterrupted, and we’re in for sure!” 

JJ nods, sending the two a half hearted smile before sneaking another glance at you. You approach Topper, a smile on your lips before you remember that you have to do this for professional reasons. “I’ve invited him back to my dressing room.” You inform Topper, causing him to grab you by the shoulder and kiss you on the cheek, grinning. “That’s my girl, I knew you could do it.” You can’t help but look back at the blond haired, blue eyed man, and resent the fact that you can’t help but blush when you see that he’s already looking at you.

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[peaches-of-1]

Peachtober | Day 12: Haybale

Settlement | Reader x Ranch Hand!Namjoon

A/N: I did my best not to add pronouns/gender specifics refering to the reader, so lemme know if I did by accident or missed any.

"So, we'll split up new volunteers with the regulars." The chubby older man in a blue plaid shirt said and read the list on his clipboard through thick glasses.

You were bummed that your best friend Rosé had been put with a different leader than you, but at least the cowboy you had been assigned to was cute.

His thighs seemed to fight against the faded blue denim of his jeans which led to a well crafted torso. And his smile charmed you in a millisecond, a flash of canyon like dimples and dazzling teeth.

Namjoon was his name, and he gave you a firm handshake as a greeting, along with a kind, "Thanks for coming to help out, Y/N."

"No problem."

Because a lot of people hadn't shown up, and the work was too much for just 2 people, Yoongi's group joined as well making for a total of five. It was September 25, and so the local farm was starting to set up it's annual Autumn Festival. Rosé was the one who had suggested it, and you had nothing better to do.

"Our jobs are pretty easy. It'll take a while, though. We have to take all the hay bales from the barn and make it into a maze for kids. The maze is already planned, but it includes a lot of lifting. Not too hard, right, Namjoon?" The dark haired man asked the honey haired leader. "Namjoon-ah?"

As your head turned to face the usual volunteer, you caught a glimpse of dark brown eyes looking downwards...at you? No, but who else could he have been looking at?

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, it's enough cardio for a week." He smiled as you felt heat rush into your cheeks. "Let's all drive over to the barn, and go from there."

The two other newbie volunteers hopped into the back, and you were about to join them when Yoongi called your name.

"Ride in the front with Joon. I'll explain to my crew." He held the door open.

"Ah, ok." Came your quiet reply.

The idea seemed sudden and kind of startled  you, but you were glad not to be sat in the rough bed of the truck. As the engine growled to life, Namjoon reminded you to put on your seat belt. Then the wheels began to turn as you were driven forward.

"So, uh, how long have you been doing this?"

He smiled, grateful that you spoke first it seemed, "I actually work in the city, but one of my young friends, him and his family run the farm. They needed some extra help, so I started helping about 7 years now." Regret tinged his ears a red shade as he said, "Sorry. I tend to ramble."

"It's ok. I don't think you rambled too much." You gave him a genuine smile.

"Eyes on the road, Joon!" Yoongi called.

Once the first stack of hay bales were secured onto the truck, the darker haired man left with the other two. Namjoon and you were left alone to get the next stack ready for their return. His muscles rippled with every yank of heavy straw that you pushed towards him. No trace of the goofy and shy man you had rode with 15 minutes before.

"What made you join this year?" He drank a bottle of water he must've left here. "I recognized Rosé from last year. She looks good with pink hair."

You nodded and refused the bottle as you weren't thirsty...for water at least, "Yeah, I just wanted to do some work outside of my house and she signed me up for this."

"What's your usual job?"

"Oh, it's--OW" You pulled your leg back and saw a black spotted cat paw leading to your attacker.

"Wasabi! That's not how you treat guests!" He scolded the cat who now purred around his ankles. "She just had babies, so she's a bit protective. Sit."

You automatically dropped to sit on the block of hay you had let go. Namjoon went to a box on the wall with a red cross on it to get a small bag from it. He knelt in front of you.

"May I?"

You nodded and replied, "Mmhmm."

He lifted your foot to rest on his thigh and dabbed at the scratch with a wipe. You gave a sharp inhale, and he giggled.

"It's not even that deep."

"Still hurts." You pouted.

With a gentle rub, the too big bandaid covered the injury.

"I could sue you for this." You teased.

"If I kiss you, could we call it a proper settlement?" The question came out so smoothly you couldn't tell if he was serious.

Your eyes got wide. The sound of an approaching car pulled both of your attentions towards it. You quickly stepped back and Namjoon grinned at the ground.

"Sorry." He said before moving towards the door.

With a swift movement, he took up the straw you had dropped at Wasabi's scratch and you looked at the mama cat who meowed. It was if she was teasing you for not taking the chance. Yoongi came in to give her pets and asked where her babies were. She leapt down and took us to an old closet with a pile of discarded clothes inside on the floor.

"Awww, so cute! I want one~" The short red haired girl who was a part of Yoongi's group said, wanting to approach, but you put your arm in front of her as the mother hissed.

"We'll see." Yoongi replied and then spoke to Namjoon. "Just keep clear of them for now. We can make due with a few less bales."

"Gotcha. See you in a few."

The two quiet boys and the tiny red head left again.

"So, what do we do?"

"We'll kinda fence them in. Make sure no one else gets too close." He began to push a bale towards the area.

Following suit, a small barrier now separated Wasabi and crew from the rest of the barn. Looking around, most of the hay was on the second floor.

"You want me to go up there and toss 'em down?" You asked, spotting a ladder.

"Yeah. That's better than you catching 'em." He held the ladder sturdy, "Just be careful."

"If not, I'll just have to ask for more kisses." And up the ladder you went, not thinking too much of how cute his shocked expression was.

Several tons later, it was time for lunch. Namjoon helped you down off the ladder, letting his hands linger around your waist before blushing, "We should hurry before the corn gets cold."

Even though you had the option of leaving after the meal, you convinced your ride to stay until you were done with the maze. You went back to the barn, but volunteers had to leave at sunset. Namjoon didn't say much during the meal to you, but it was ok since you weren't a socialite anyways. Also, seeing how familiar he had been with the other regulars, the Farm family's son Tae, and his dog which now joined you, was nice.

"You really have been helping out for 7 years." The words left your lips before you could even think.

"Yeah. I know everyone pretty well. Enough to know that Tae's got a little crush on you." Namjoon wiped his forehead with the hem of his shirt, allowing you to see his glistening abs in the afternoon sun.

You couldn't help but bite your lip, "Is that so?"

"Yep." He met your gaze. "You interested?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you interested in being with the farmer's son?" The way he asked sounded like it was more than one question.

How many in total? You didn't know, but you did what you did best. Told the truth.

With a firm shake of your head, you sat on the edge of the loft, "No. I'm not interested in him. He's sweet and all, but I don't have eyes for him."

"...I see. Any hay left up there?"

You looked behind yourself, "None that's like all together. Hey, what's this?"

"What's what?" He looked up to see your ass filling out the overall shorts you had worn today.

"Come up here and take a look." You replied.

So Namjoon climbed up the ladder to come see what had caught your attention and was pulled forward to be on top of your own nervous but eager form.

"Now that we're here, are you gonna kiss me or not?"

"You're the one who got us here. Can't ya kiss me first?"

"I wanna make sure it's mutual. Anyways, I can only be so bold, Namjoon."

A cheeky chuckle left his lips as he settled on top of you, looking into your eyes as they closed and waited for the heat of his lips made contact with yours. There was no way either of you could stop now as you grabbed onto each other as if you'd disappear if you let go for even the slightest moment. His left hand was on your hip while his right snaked up to the latch of your overalls.

"Is it ok? Can I--"

"Go ahead." You replied breathlessly.

As shaking hands fumbled with each, you couldn't help but laugh and help him out. A grateful grin was given before making out ensued once more. Namjoon wanted this to last forever, but knew this time would have to be quick. Before Yoongi and the two volunteers came back. Still, he'd be remiss if he did not properly prepare you, so he slid two fingers inside of you. Without realizing, your hips rolled into his hand and a string of moans left your mouth. The grip you had on his forearm flexed.

He watched you through all of it, noticing your blushy reaction of looking away. However, Namjoon kissed your neck as the sweetest punishment. You squealed and bucked your hips as fingers spread your needy hole.

"Hurry." Came past your lips in a whine as the last thing you wanted was to be caught by the others in such a situation.

"Wait." Namjoon took his fingers out of you and reached into a spot in the corner.

There seemed to be a box that he looked through as you ground your hips onto nothing. Yet you needed to move just for any slight sensation. He mumbled to himself.

You pouted and called out his name, "Namjoooon~ Hurryyyyy~"

The large man turned around and revealed an unmistakable box of condoms and a small bottle of lube.

He smiled and then bit his lip at the sight of your disheveled form, "They're not expired."

"Then fuck me already!"

Namjoon's dick jumped at the desperate plea and quickly obliged, lubing you up and rolling the rubber on. You wanted it inside you so badly, but he waited.

"You look so pretty." Honest words reached your ears.

Your cheeks warmed even more at the compliment and you couldn't look at him, all the bravery from earlier all but gone.

Then he leaned over you, hands on either side of your head as he growled into your ear.

"You'd be prettier with my cock inside you, though." And thrust into you.

The scream of pleasure which came out of your throat surprised even you. And though you tried to cover your mouth, Namjoon pinned your hands down.

Between grunts, he uttered, "Don't. Don't hide from me. I wanna hear it all. Oh fuck. Please. Let me hear how badly you want this."

As his own moans trickled out, you looked at his furrowed brows and the new layer of sweat forming on both of you. You groaned and moaned out his name and loving words of support.

"You're so great, Namjoon. Oh, oh, oh my God. You're doing so well. Ahhhhh, more!"

"Yes! Yes! Oh Y/N. Oh fuck!" His curses were a whisper, contrasting how he screamed your name like a prayer.

"Namjoon, yes. Harder. Fuck, yes!" You felt him twitch inside of you and moved your hips upwards to meet his.

He whimpered and began to suck on your nipples, giving them tiny nibbles here and there. Namjoon's breathing became thick as he made love with you. He looked up at you, brown eyes dark and glittering in the golden hour of the world.

"Y/N, I can't--I'm gonna."

You held his face in your hands, "Cum for me."

He released as soon as the door opened, and you had to kiss him to muffle his scream of ecstasy.

"Namjoon? Y/N? Is this the last of it?" Yoongi asked.

Namjoon replied, "Yeah. If you can take it all on one go, that'd be great." in a voice that was clear for someone finishing up an orgasm and was still bucking inside of you.

You couldn't help but twitch, making him look down at you with your own hands muffling your own moans and eyes filled with tears. Right on the edge. You were right there, but you couldn't get there with the other man so close to catching on. The seconds passed by in the form of endless hours as Yoongi was quiet for no reason.

"So, you gonna go?" The thick chested man asked.

"Yeah. Alright, we'll start loading the truck. Wanna help out, Joonie?"

The man on top of you whispered, "Fuck." Before clearing his throat, "Nah. Kinda busy."

Yoongi's voice held a smile in it, "Oh, I see. I'll tell V you wanted to give the volunteer a tour." He then left.

You hid your face into Namjoon's shoulder. You wanted to cum so badly. The barn door closed and Namjoon began to pound into you after a sigh of relief. He was hard again. Did he like the idea of getting caught that much? It was a fleeting thought as the sound of a truck driving off allowed you to moan again. Your body convulsed as the ranch hand abused your g spot now that he found it. You gripped his arm, wrist, whatever you could hold onto as your orgasm finally reached its peak.

Heavy pants as Namjoon pulled out and lay next to you. He kissed your lips once more and you curled up into his side.

"That’s such a great settlement." You let an airy chuckle out.

Joon looked over at you, only able to laugh at your comment. The two of you decided to hurry and get dressed, and he walked you to the bus taking the last bit of city folk back. He called out your name before you went on, picking a piece of straw out of your hair and sticking it into his mouth.

“Come back soon.” He smiled so large that his dimples became a cavern.

[spxllcxstxr]

Heey ya darling,congratulations <3

Can I please get a ⛵️??

She/her,preferably ship me with a man,5’4,brown and purple curly hair.I like to dance,play the piano,spend time with my dog and friends.

I get very nervous around people but once I meet them I am super goofy,funny and loud.I read one book like every week,I am super loyal I would definitely put my friends first for everything.

Ship me with one of the marauders pleeese :)

Thxs love ;)

Hi!!!! Thank you so much! Love the username btw. ❤️ ship under the cut!

I ship you with: Sirius Black

Was I influenced by your username? A little, but hear me out.

He loves that you’re shorter than he is because according to him you’re “just the right size for me, love.”

Sirius loves hugging you from behind and just resting his chin on the top of your head

You could be in the middle of the conversation and he’ll just wrap his arms around your waist

Chin knocking the top of your head

He’s just be silent

Might sway you a little

Hums in content

It’s so cute

Also, he loves your hair

Like really loves it

Loves running his fingers through it

Loves brushing it and styling it

And the color?

UGH he loves it

Totally wants to dye his hair a different color

Eventually, he gets a few strands dyed the same shade of purple you have

Makes you do it at like 12 am in the bathroom

“You sure you wanna do this, love?”

“Poppet, I would look so hot with a purple streak and you know it.”

And he looks so good

He proudly shows it off and brings it into every conversation

“We just match, y’know?”

You’re also one of the few people allowed to touch his hair

You can also braid it or put it in a bun...whatever you want

Any time

Ok so Sirius only knows how to ballroom dance and headbang

Please teach him real dance moves

He’s such a good learner

FLIRTING DURING DANCE LESSONS

Gets really heated and really passionate real quick

You practice in the Room of Requirement so you’re all alone

This man falls in love with you every single day

He’s also a big fan of the piano

So he will sit and watch and listen to you play

Watch your fingers glide across the keys

He thinks it’s so beautiful

You make such beautiful music

Claps extremely loud when you’re done

He tears up while you play

Won’t admit it though

You like spending time with your dog?

Well here’s another one to spend time with

Don’t get me wrong, he loves playing with your dog as a human

But like

Sometimes he’ll shift to Padfoot

And make you play fetch

And belly rubs

He says that him and your dog gossip about you

You have no clue if he’s telling the truth but he’s revealed that he knows certain things only your dog would know so...

His friends love you too

You’re always welcome to hang with them whenever

Sirius would totally understand about being nervous around new people

But he’ll always support you

If you’re ever uncomfortable just give him a sign and he’ll swoop in and save you

Extremely protective

Goofy, Funny, and Loud are his specialties

The two of you compliment each other so well

You’re totally going to have a ton of inside jokes

That have you rolling on the floor laughing with tears in your eyes

Sirius finds it amazing that you can get through one book a week

He can get through one like every term

But you’ve seen him glance at a few of them

He loves it when you rant about them though

Like if a character dies or someone turns evil

Tell him

He wants to know

He sits patiently and listens to you rants and it’s the sweetest thing because he has no clue what you’re on about but he’s so invested

You slowly convince him to read more

Sirius shares the same sentiment about putting friends first

100%

He’s always there for you

Hope you like your ship! I think I’m getting the hang of it! Come join!

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Dwayne Robertson having a crush on you would include~

(My gif)(requested by anonymous)

(I love this country boy with all my heart)

- You met Dwayne when he joined the USA team. The instant he saw you he thought you were beautiful, then you smiled at him and he thought you couldn’t be any more perfect. He stood corrected when you talked to him for the first time.

- Dwayne tends to form childlike crushes. He doesn’t care about your body or your reputation or whatever; he falls for you because of your smile, your personality, the way you treat him; just innocent things. 

- Now you weren’t necessarily excited when you were told you’d be getting new members to your team but you were a little more open to the idea compared to your fellow ducks. And when the Texas ranger showed up with his yeehaws and his goofy sayings you decided that this may be fun after all.

- During your team bonding experiences the two of you got to talking and found that you quite liked each other

- The two of you had a little moment when he roped you in while having fun wrangling the team. You got close, laughing with each other as he held you steady and pulled the lasso off you. You nearly kissed right there but were interrupted by the shrieks and laughing of your teammates.

- After that he was head over heels like an amateur bull rider.

-  His ears turn red when he gets flustered which happens a lot around you. If you look close enough whenever you talk to or touch him you’ll notice them turning a brilliant shade of pink. 

- He gets really protective over you. He always hops to your defense and shows up to rescue you when you’re in trouble. He usually acts like it’s nothing whenever you try to thank him. 

- He tries to use his accent to his advantage. He’s heard about the “southern charm” and even though he’s not sure if he believes it he still thinks it’s worth a shot.

- Whenever he wants to impress you he shows off with his rodeo tricks and puck handling.

- He was raised to be respectful so he’s always rushing to hold a door open for you or give you his jacket when you’re cold. He’s called you ma’am more than a few times.

- You get some cute nicknames from him. Things like filly, flower girl, honey, sweetie pie, darlin, pumpkin. He also makes a lot of nicknames based on specific things that have happened or about you like ocean eyes, kitty, wormy, etc.

- He laughs at all your jokes. Could be the most unfunny thing you’ve ever said and he’s laughing up a storm like you’re some professional comedian.

- Teasing him about his accent. He thinks it’s cute when you do it and tends to blush while he laughs.

- Whenever he sees a flower he picks it for you. It’s like he’s one of pavlovs dogs. Flower~y/n. Flower~y/n.

- Unnecessary physical contact. This boy is always finding an excuse to have a hand on you.

- Hes always the first person to offer help when you need it. Having trouble with a certain move? Here let him help you. Can’t get your skates to tie properly? Hey it happens to all of us, let him give it a try. About to fall? Look who just happens to be next to you and can help steady you.

- His height is a big asset of his. It can be a reason for you to ask him for help as well as being a reason for you to ask him for a hug.

- Speaking of height~ even though Dwayne’s a sweetheart he does scare many potential suitors off. Surprisingly enough boys don’t like having bigger guys glaring daggers at them from across the room.

- He gets jealous easily. Whenever you’re with another guy and seem to be having a ton of fun he always seems to be sitting against a wall with folded arms looking on angrily. He just really doesn’t want someone else stealing you away before he has the chance to confess.

- The team start to notice and tries to help him out, leaving the two of you alone together and not so subtly trying to put in a good word.

- He takes you out on different adventures. It’s partly because he just wants to hang out with you and also because he wants to prove that he’s boyfriend material and someone who you could have fun with.

- So many people mistake the two of you for a couple. He’ll never be the one to correct them, it’s either you do or they leave believing that you’re dating. It makes him really happy that people think you look cute together.

- It doesn’t take very long for Dwayne to ask you out. While he’s a little shy when it comes to falling for people he’s been through scarier things than asking you out. You’re probably only friends for a few months before he decides it’s time to take his chance.

- He gets all dressed up, puts on his fanciest hat and buys you some flowers before he heads over to your house and knocks on your front door. Once you answer it he hands you the flowers, clears his throat and asks if you’d go out on a date with him.

- You’re obviously shocked but you smile and agree, giving him a tight hug. He’s probably more shocked than you were at his confession when you agree and asks if your serious while the two of you hug. You laugh and tell him yes before you invite him in.

- Once your back is turned he gives a silent cheer and jumps around before following you inside with a big smile on his face.

[sourcherrybomb]

SoKai Week 2020 - Day 7 - Blue, Blue Sea of Home

Synopsis: In the calm of a starry night whilst thinking of home, Sora writes a letter to Kairi.

Sneak Peek: I’m definitely going to have tons of stories to tell you once I’m back on the islands with Riku. Different worlds mean different cultures, which means tons of different stories.

Tags: Light Romance, All Ages, F/M

Prompt for the Day: Down the Road

Words: Approx. 800

Fanart By: eclipsimart (Fiverr)

Dear Kairi,

I’ve been having a lot of weird thoughts lately. 

Makes sense considering there’s not much else to do out here in these fields besides daydream. Yeah, occasionally I’ll practice fighting with Donald and Goofy, but it never feels serious. More and more I’ve just been finding myself lost in thought more often than not.

For example, I’ve been thinking about the taste of Paopu Fruits. I remember asking my mom what it tasted like when she and my dad shared them. She told me it was pretty sweet, but my dad found it sickeningly sweet. I always reminded her of him, so she said that I might find the taste a bit unbearable too… 

I guess for now only time will tell. I hope you’ll be there to see my reaction.

Speaking of time, I can’t help but wonder about all that time you spent inside my heart. The entire time I was with Donald and Goofy, I kept on thinking about how it’d be great if you and Riku could have been alongside me… Although I guess you were the entire time. So, what did you think of our first adventure together? Any worlds you’d like to go back to, preferably in your own body? 

Still, I can’t help but think about how you might have felt all the negative emotions I had during the adventure. Sure, I had a lot of fun going from world to world like how we always wished. It’s just that there was a lot of bad stuff going on as well. All of the worlds getting destroyed, having to fight with Riku, all the times I nearly bit the dust… and the one time I did.

You’d think I’d have more nightmares when I sleep, but I don’t. Mom hung a dream eater over my bed when I was younger to eat my nightmares, maybe it’s like that? Although not like there’s much of anything in these fields to hang one above me… 

But sometimes there have been times where I can’t really dream. I usually wake up in the middle of the night whenever this happens. Donald and Goofy are usually fast asleep, so sometimes I’ll just walk around and stargaze like the two of us used to back on the island.

I’m still not too good with navigation with the stars. I’m definitely still a work in progress when it comes to that. More often than not, I’ll usually just look at the stars and constellations and think about all the stories I'd tell you. Coincidentally, the other night I ended up finding the stars from your favorite story, Vega and Altair! 

I can’t help but feel the irony of how similar I feel to Altair right now… isn’t that right, Vega?

Speaking of which, I’m definitely going to have tons of stories to tell you once I’m back on the islands with Riku. Different worlds mean different culture, which means tons of different stories. Who knows, there might be other legends like Vega and Altair, except with more of a happier ending!

Some days, it’s like the only thing moving me forward are these thoughts.

I’ll be honest with you: I’m sad I can’t be with you or Riku. I love the adventure, but when I close my eyes, all I see is the deep blue sea surrounding our small green island. I see myself with all of our friends playing around. I think about the smell of the sea and the feeling of shade the trees always gave us.

But out of everything, when I close my eyes and think about home, the first thing that always comes to my mind is you, Kairi. When I lie down to rest for the night, I dream about being back home with you more often than not. Sometimes the dreams feel so… real. I smell the sea, feel the sand, and taste the paopu fruit that we share. 

But then I wake up. I’m back in these fields, following a seemingly endless path. 

But Kairi, I want you to know that while I may be sad, I’m not in despair. The thoughts of being reunited back home with you and Riku is what keeps me going. The dreams I have of being with you on the islands make me believe in a future where everything will be okay!

That’s why I’m writing this letter to you, Kairi. I want you to know that even if I have my lows, I’ll always bounce back up! 

I don’t know whether or not I’ll send it or give it to you in person. What I do know is that down the road, I’ll make sure to hear your response in person when I’m back on the Islands with Riku.

- Sora

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When it came to writing this, my idea was that all these oneshots were supposed to be separate dreams that Sora had, only to wake up and realize he’s still in those fields Post-KH1. I got the idea from the song “Green Green, Grass of Home,” a song about a man dreaming of home, only to wake up in a prison cell.

I decided to go with something a bit lighter, but still hurtful lol. 

Over time, that dream evolved into a letter from Sora to Kairi, one where he lays out his homesickness. I thought it made a good parallel to my Day 2 entry, which was a Diary written by Kairi that she would eventually share with Sora. It only felt fair that Sora got his own oneshot to himself since Kairi got one. 

Sadly I couldn’t fit Day 4 into this. AU Day didn’t really fit well into the sort of “canon” I’ve made for the oneshots, minus the mention of stars of Altair and Vega. To explain this, in each of my oneshots I tried to make small mentions of stargazing and storytelling between Sora and Kairi the best I could. I did this because I love it when seemingly disconnected stories are part of a much bigger one. It’s why I stayed as KH-Canon Compliant as possible (with the exception of Day 4/AU Day obviously), so my oneshots felt like they had a place within the story of the games and the narrative I tried making.

As mentioned, this is my entry for Day 7 of Sokai Week 2020! The theme was “Down the Road”!

Thank you to the Sokai: Destined Oath Discord server for being so welcoming to a person like me and introducing me to this fan event. 

Thank you to the three friends that have acted as my Beta Readers, Painted With a Palette, BlissfulNightRain, and Gee. Especially Gee, because holy crap she came in clutch, beta reading 5 of my 7 oneshots!

Thank you to the seven different artists that I commissioned and gave me permission to post their artwork on my own Social Media accounts.

And most of all, thank you to the people who have read my oneshots for the week. Even if you read one, or you read all seven, I’m glad you took the time out of your day this week to read my works.

[lunarimagines]

WATCH ME BABYGIRL [20]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: final part of the series! thank you for the support and the love you gave it! now onto the next one ;) (a jk bodyguard fic)

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“I think this is the last box babe,” Jungkook huffed as he looked for a place to set down the lumpy cardboard box. You gestured vaguely to a free spot on your counter as you surveyed your one bedroom apartment. Though you had toured it before it looked TINY now that all of your stuff was moved in. Would you even be able to fit everything? Of course Jungkook’s stuff was strewn with yours, but he’d insisted the two of you would only need a one bedroom apartment. You sighed as you reached down to begin unpacking some of the essential items.

Arms wrapped loosely around your waist and a soft kiss was pressed to the back of your neck. You hummed at the feeling. It had been a huge decision to move in with Jungkook during college, but you figured that since your relationship with him had already lasted this long it could stand to last many more years. Plus you loved being around him. You loved seeing a rogue sock here or there, smelling his scent on your bedsheets, placing your toothbrush in the holder next to his. The little things really do count.

“Hey… do you want to break in the bed with me?” Jungkook asked, craning his neck around so that you could see he had one eyebrow cocked. You rolled your eyes as you swatted his hands off of you.

“No. I want to unpack this and meet the neighbors before we even THINK about ‘breaking the bed in’,” you scolded, turning back to unpacking the box you had started on. Jungkook snickered behind you, but nonetheless he began to help you unpack. You mentally yelled at Taehyung and Jimin for jokingly giving the two of you housewarming gifts. At the time it had been amusing, but now that you were actually unpacking them and trying to figure out where the hell to put them it was considerably less amusing…

“Do you think they’d be heartbroken if we.. donated some of their gifts?” Jungkook questioned as he pulled a ridiculous doormat out of a bag. 

“They’ll never even have to know,” you replied, setting a now empty box aside. “I’m declaring this box the official donation box.”

Jungkook rolled up the mat and tossed it into the box before he continued unpacking. You watched the way his forearm muscles stood out as he pulled out heavier items and you admired the way his face became scrunched as he concentrated on figuring out where each item should go. You tried to busy yourself with unpacking more, but your eyes kept being drawn to Jungkook. You couldn’t help but think back to when you first started dating Jungkook. Both of you were so different now… You liked to think about how the two of you had grown together and how much you’d grown the love the boy in front of you. Your past self probably would have hit you if you’d told them you were going to be living with Jungkook someday, so infatuated with him that it was difficult to breathe sometimes. 

“We should frame a photo of me so that you can stare at that when I’m away,” Jungkook teased when he caught you staring. You smiled softly at him, not even bothering to joke with him. This was one of those moments when your chest felt so warm and tight and your heart felt too big to be contained and you wanted to cry because you were so in love with everything. 

Jungkook seemed to sense this because he quickly crossed the small space to grasp you in a tight hug. You snuggled into his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist as you breathed in his scent. 

“You know I love you. I love you so fucking much,” Jungkook whispered into your hair. You nodded in response and grasped at the back of his shirt to pull him closer to you.

“You know I feel the same way, right? It’s so overwhelming sometimes,” you replied softly, placing a soft kiss on his chest. He smiled and ran his hands down your back softly, tracing the words “I love you” as he went. 

“Do you think we’ll always be like this? I mean like this in love?” you questioned tentatively. 

Jungkook didn’t even stop to ponder before he replied, “Absolutely we will be.” 

You pulled back and looked up to plant a kiss on his lips before you pulled out of his grasp to continue unpacking. 

“What do you want to do tonight?” 

Jungkook looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and his mouth pulled into a goofy half-smile. “I have something planned… We have to be there by 7pm though because that’s when I made our reservation. We can always go out to eat before we go I suppose.”

“What are we signed up for at 7pm?” you asked, your eyebrows scrunching in confusion. You knew whatever Jungkook had planned was bound to be fun, but you wondered why Jungkook was being so secretive about it. 

“Help me move this box?” 

You were pulled from your wonderings by Jungkook calling out to you. Not even bothering to call him out for changing the subject, you wove through the maze of boxes to reach him to see he was struggling to lift a box onto the counter. Wrapping your arms around the box, you prepared yourself… only to be able to lift the nearly empty box with ease. It probably didn’t even weight five pounds. Jungkook simply stood there smiling widely, his eyes crinkled at the corner and filled with love. You knew he’d done this to distract you, and it worked. You laughed out loud at his shenanigans.

“Wow muscles, okay!” he praised as you flexed. You smiled as you leaned over to peck his lips before going back to your own boxes. Yeah, living with the love of your life was the best decision you had ever made, second only to agreeing to be Jungkook’s girlfriend. 

When 6:15 pm had rolled around the two of you had finally finished unpacking most of the boxes and were halfway through devouring some takeout you’d ordered when it became clear the two of you had a SHIT ton of boxes left. You decided not to think about that and instead turned your attention to figuring out whatever Jungkook had planned for you. 

“What should I wear for our rendezvous tonight?” you questioned, trying to get a hint as to what you would be doing tonight as you tucked your leftover takeout into the fridge. Jungkook hummed as he reached around you to stack his food next to yours.

“Something athletic and comfortable,” he relied, kissing the side of your head as he moved back. Not helpful at all, although admittedly you were too distracted by the kiss to really think about what he’d said. The kiss had been so soft and filled with love. You adored the little kisses he gave you throughout the day and mentally noted that the physical affection was another thing you adored about Jungkook. “Oh! And probably something dark, too.”

You nodded as you walked over to the couch where your clothes were currently spread. 

“Is all black too much?” you questioned, holding up a jeans and t-shirt combo. 

Jungkook shook his head. “Nope. That’s just right.” 

Fifteen minutes later, you and Jungkook were both dressed in head-to-toe black. You were climbing into the passenger seat of his car as he held the door open for you, closing it when you were tucked into your seat.

“I heard this place is the best in town,” Jungkook said as he slipped into the driver’s seat and started the car. 

“What place?”

Jungkook simply quirked an eyebrow at you as he pulled into the street. “You’ll see.”

The place, it turned out, was a laser tag place. As in a laser tag place like where the two of you had your first date with one another. As in where you’d realized just how hard you’d fallen for Jungkook.

“Ugh you’re so cheesy and it’s so cute,” you whined as you walked beside Jungkook into the building. 

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked, a cocky grin on his face. “I’m just too good, right?” 

The laser tag place had cameras set up to see inside of the laser tag course. There were not only walls to hide behind but also obstacles to get around. The vests were pitch black, no blinking lights to indicate they were even on. The guns only glowed faintly around the barrel, a soft white glow that turned a soft shade of orange when fired. You watched as another team went through the course, tripping over small indents in the floor meant to be challenges. They had missions on glowing screens within bases and you could see they were racing to complete as the timer ticked down from 1:30… 1:29… 1:28…

“This is a lot more difficult than the one at home,” you whispered to Jungkook. He nodded as he watched the screens but you knew he was up to the challenge. The reason he’d probably chosen the place was because it was so different and difficult. 

You suited up beside Jungkook, the two of you managing to be on the same team. He tightened a strap on your vest before kissing you quickly. “Ready to kick ass and take names?” he joked.

You adjusted your vest and gave him a thumbs up. “Absolutely, bitch.”

As soon as the course opened the two of you ran towards your base and you tried to note where the obstacles were before the lights were turned off. You knew you wouldn’t remember though, and you hoped you wouldn’t twist an ankle. You’d already signed a waiver saying whatever injuries you sustained would not be at the fault of the laser tag group. 

You ducked down behind Jungkook as the clock on the wall counted ten seconds until lights out.

“Okay here’s the plan. I take the front, you take the back. We switch each mission. If one of us dies we both go back to the base to recharge because it won’t be any good if we BOTH die. Sound good?” Jungkook reasoned. You nodded and he hugged you into his side and kissed your head quickly as the clock reached zero and you were thrown into darkness. The neon lights buzzed on. You and Jungkook took one look at the screen showing your mission, then at each other, and then the two of you were running through the course.

“Movement on the right side,” you whispered to Jungkook. He tapped your arm as an indication for you to shoot when you had a clear shot. As soon as you saw a flash of neon you were shooting. Your gun glowed orange and buzzed, letting you know you had fired and hit your target. 

It was more chaotic than the original course. There were about 20 more people to compete with and every now and then you would find yourself falling right into an enemy trap. Sometimes even Jungkook would fall for the traps. With one minute remaining in the course the two of you were down by one kill. 

“We need two kills to win… Here,” Jungkook pulled your arm as he ducked into a small alcove you hadn’t seen before despite passing the spot numerous times. “Okay, new plan. I know there’s another base across from here. We both take a side and hope the other team returns. Watch the scoreboard because even though they’re ahead in kills they’re also dying a lot.”

You hummed quietly in response, crouching beside Jungkook and leaning against his side. 

“Oh, and one more thing,” he whispered suddenly. You felt him tug at your hand and you let go of the gun only to feel him slip a ring… onto your left hand ring finger. You whipped your head around to look at your boyfriend, your mouth hanging slack with shock. He giggled. “It’s a promise ring. I don’t think I’m ready for marriage yet, but I do want you to know how serious I am about you. I love you so much, Y/N.” 

You were about to say something back, maybe even cry, when Jungkook quickly shushed you as he saw the enemies approaching.

“Ready?”

You nodded, your head feeling light. The clock was at ten seconds. 

“One… two… three… shoot!”

You felt your gun buzz and heard Jungkook’s buzz softly. 

“We should go pro,” you whispered as the clock hit zero, your mind still reeling from the ring now adorning your finger. 

“Fuck yeah we should,” Jungkook whispered back, high fiving you before pulling you into a tight hug. “Reigning champions.” 

The two of you tried not to hold your heads too high despite being happy with your win. You congratulated the other teams and even set up a time to come back to play. 

In the light of the lobby you could see the ring clearly. You could also see Jungkook had a matching one on his left hand ring finger. They were dainty, gold, and perfectly sized. You had no doubt he’d gotten Taehyung to steal some of your jewelry to figure out the perfect size. 

“I love the ring. I love you, Jungkook,” you said as the two of you walked hand-in-hand through the parking lot to his car. He squeezed your hand lightly before bringing it up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles lightly. 

“And I love you, Y/N.”

You weren’t sure you believed in fate, but you knew something had brought you and Jungkook together. Originally, Jungkook was just your brother’s annoying best friend. You couldn’t stand him but he just couldn’t resist teasing you. As it turned out, he would go to any length to find his way into your heart. And you weren’t even about to complain.

[tbzhours]

little big problems

kevin x you, you-centric, fluff 

[summary] after going home from a lame party, you had 3 problems: you took someone’s jacket identical to yours, you don’t know who it belongs to, and there are really some weird shit in their pockets  [warning] small mention of alcohol  [words] 2k  [a/n] thanks amanda, now i can’t stop smiling :( 

You texted your friend, who invited you to this party, your thumbs tapping on the screen in hopes that they’ll reply soon. It’s been a hot second when you took your black jacket off, watching your text get sent with the first complaint having been sent 30 minutes ago. Your eyes rolled in annoyance, leaving your jacket there on the couch before you shut the screen off and slid your phone in the pocket of your pants. You stood up, making your way through the dancing bodies under the loud music and electrifying lights as you headed toward the kitchen where all of the drinks you needed were. 

You took a cup where all of them were set up beside a big bowl, probably alcoholic. You chugged it down, getting some boosts and hollars from a few people in the kitchen. You ignored them, hitting your cup down onto the counter. The sizzle running down your throat made you suffer a sharp relieving pain as you sighed it out. 

You turned around, watching the crowd just a few feet in front of you dancing to the beat of the song. The lights flashed throughout the room and the noise level was way over your ears that you had to rub your temples with your eyes closed. 

You thought it would be a party with just a few people mingling without any loud music like this, something more chilled but instead, your head was going to explode because your friend wasn’t here too. You checked your phone again, getting nothing back from them that you stomped back to the couch to grab your jacket. You didn’t wear it and instead, you set it over your shoulder before walking out of the party with your head spinning from the bass of the music. 

Setting the jacket on your couch once you got home, you quickly got into the shower, washing everything off. You literally fell onto your bed right after, closing your eyes until you fell asleep. 

It didn’t take long until your friend replied back, waking you up at the notification sound in the middle of the night. You were half-asleep, trying to open your eyes to read the text after reaching your hand over to the table next to your bed. You vividly understood that they couldn’t make it because their ‘sweetheart’ surprised them with a visit since they haven’t seen each other in a while from studying in different universities. You set your phone face-down before your head dropped onto your pillow. You sighed deeply, opening your eyes again. Your mind was all over the place, considering that you just woke up to a ton of information as you thought of the party. 

You pulled yourself up from the bed, making your way into the kitchen for a cup of water with your slipping feet. You hoped that this break could help you fall asleep as you gulped, releasing a refreshing sigh. Your eyes turned to the side, seeing your jacket on the couch in the living room as if it was shining at you. You thought you had hooked it in your closet but you made your way over, slowing your steps when you realized it wasn’t yours. 

The design was slightly different but the colors and the patches were alike. Your eyes had widened when you touched the red rose on the left side of the chest with a nice calligraphy of ‘moon’ written below it, knowing yours had only the rose but shaped a little different. You picked it up and brought it close to your nose, taking its scent as it didn’t match yours. You had to admit, whoever this jacket belonged to, they have a very good smell. You couldn’t pick up what kind it was but it felt very paint-like. 

Artsy. 

Your hands couldn’t help to run into the pockets, curiosity filling your mind because you know you didn’t leave anything in yours if the other person had it. As your scrambled into them, your eyebrow heightened at the touch of them. 

In your palms landed a few pebbles, a paper of different shades of a color, a string similar to that color, a small bag of silica gel meant to keep food fresh, and a piece of chocolate still wrapped inside the wrapper. 

You set everything back into the pockets, not caring whether they were in the right places right now. You quickly shook your head as you set the jacket down and headed back into your room. If there was anything you wanted to sleep for, it’d be to forget everything that happened tonight. 

Sadly, the first thing that came to your mind when you woke up the next morning with the sun shining through your window was the jacket. The fact that it wouldn’t leave your mind since you went to sleep last night, you thought you should probably return it even though you had no idea who they may be or where they are right now. The best place would be where the party was, so after getting up, you headed out with the jacket in your hand in hopes that you’d find yours too. 

Knocking on the door, Younghoon, the party host from yesterday, opened it with a wide smile. Confused, your lips slowly curved like his. 

“Hey, you must be looking for your jacket.” He exclaimed then his hand waved for you to follow him. “Come on in. I know where it is.” 

“Thanks.” You awkwardly replied, stepping into his house as he led you into the living room where the owner was waiting patiently for your arrival. 

Kevin was sitting on the couch, eyes looking down at the opened magazine on the table out of boredom. No really, his mind was full of who stole his jacket. He’s been waiting for a while, being the early bird he was until he heard your steps heading your way. His lips beamed at your sight while you didn’t meet his eyes until Younghoon’s voice caught your attention. 

“What did I tell you? I knew they’ll be coming over too.” Younghoon smiled cockily at Kevin. Younghoon glanced at you then back at him as he crossed his arms like he just won a bet. 

“I didn’t expect them to come this early.” Kevin stood up, taking a few steps closer to you and Younghoon. You didn’t know what to say, considering that you weren’t part of this weird conversation they were having. You watched though, seeing Kevin holding onto your jacket in one hand. You glanced up, not knowing why you blushed. It must be the hair or the way his lips moved when he talked. You couldn’t pick it out but you could smell his scent again in the air. 

Younghoon shrugged, leaning onto one side with his elbow pointing at him to make another point. “Well, that’s fine. You could just take a nap instead of getting coffee.” 

Kevin scoffed lightly, a flattering smile painted on his face. “Oh please. Coffee keeps me alive.” 

“Sure. Sleep is more important.” Younghoon attacked again before Kevin glared at him. In the few seconds in the silence, they realized you were still there. Kevin finally made eye contact with you but you stayed still at the suddenly interaction. Your heart was racing so fast that you didn’t hear Younghoon continue as he brought his attention back to you. “Anyway, here’s the owner of your jacket and your jacket. I’m gonna go make breakfast for me so leave when you are done.” 

Younghoon nodded with his eyes playing to the side before he left you two there. Kevin’s eyes left yours for a second to shake his head at his friend. When he looked back at you, you wondered if he caught your red cheeks. His smile melted your heart as he handed over your jacket. 

“This must be yours. Here you go.” 

You took it then you slowly gave him his with the other hand. “This is probably yours too.” 

“It is. It has my name on it.” 

You looked at him in confusion, tilting your head. “Moon?” 

“My surname.” There went his laugh again. His grin looked contagious. He closed his lips into a smooth smile when he continued, “I’m Kevin.” 

You told him your name as he repeated with a giggle after, making your heart stop this time. You didn’t understand this feeling but you might be thanking your friend in your mind right now. 

Kevin slightly turned his head, eyes squinted as his finger pointed at you at the waist. “You didn’t steal anything, did you?” 

You quickly shook your head, a laugh about to burst from your lips. Your hand held close to his finger in defense as you explained. “No, you have a ton of weird stuff in it.” 

“Oh really?” He nudged his head back with his eyebrows playing with his goofy face. “Guess I should keep this then.” 

Your eyes widened at your accessory ring on his finger. It was one of your favorites that you didn’t remember wearing it out the night before. You opened your palm and demanded, “Give it back.” 

Kevin closed his hand and held it up in the air, testing you with his cheeky smile. “Unless you wanna go get some coffee with me.” 

“Fine.” You gave up as your arms fell at your side with a sigh. 

Kevin quietly giggled, wiggling his eyebrows again before he got closer to you to whisper in your ear. “Wait, actually since I’m stealer, should we just stay and be freeloaders?” 

“What?” You gave him a weird look, not realizing how close your faces were. Despite that, you could see his eyes glittering like the sun had reflected from the ocean into them. 

Kevin pointed over to Younghoon with his thumb between you both, who was in the middle of getting his coffee brewer started in the kitchen. 

You shook your head at him after seeing the scene behind you. “That’s not a nice thing to do.” 

Kevin frowned, moving back while glaring at you. “It’s not a nice thing to go through my stuff too.” 

“Fine.” You huffed instead of apologizing. He did the same thing too so you didn’t know why you should say it anyway.  

“Let’s go.” Kevin grinned happily as he tapped your shoulder. As you headed toward the door and got your jacket on while Kevin did too, he looked over to his friend and waved a hand at him. “See you later, Younghoon.” 

“You’re not invited today.” Younghoon yelled across the room with a declarative voice. He almost threw a punch in front of him when he saw Kevin’s smiley nod. 

When you both left the place, Kevin shut the door. He was shaking his head with such a cute smile that you almost fell off your feet. “Younghoon is such a loser.” 

“So are you.” You added light-heartedly, getting his attention. One of his eyebrows heightened up as you grinned. “You really have a nice smell though.” 

“Oh.” Kevin was taken by surprise but he shrugged afterwards with an honestly smirk dotting close to your flushed face. “Guess I should tell you where I got that smell from.” 

Whatever that smirk meant, you hoped to know about this jacket stealer more since he stole your ring. That’s only until you both get the coffee he asked for. Maybe he should explain all of the things you found in his pockets too. As you peeked at him while you both made your way to get some coffee, you didn’t want to admit it but he might have stolen something else from you too. 

[ambssssssssss]

The Swan-Mills Family Discovers Kingdom Hearts

Part 1 of ?

I don't go here but anyway

One day, after the last curse is broken by True Love's Kiss shared between Emma and Regina, the two of them are at the Mills household with a tumbler of apple cider split between them debating on letting Snow plan them a huge extravagant wedding or just sneaking off to the courthouse one day, when Henry comes home. He's absolutely buzzing with excitement as he walks straight into the den and turns on his PS4 (he's probably more than a little spoiled by now, which annoys Regina to no end but he's still her little prince so she actually doesn't mind all that much) without so much as a hello to his mothers.

Emma and Regina follow him and blink curiously as the opening credits for a game they don't recognize begins to play. The style is a little outdated but it looks like the animation had been updated recently based on Emma's very limited video game knowledge. Curious, Regina picks up the case the game came in and turns it over in her hands.

"Kingdom Hearts?" She reads the title aloud, her inflection morphing as the words change into a question. Henry hums.

"I know everyone is pretty tired of the fairytale thing but I couldn't resist getting this. It looked like so much fun."

"I don't really think we can get tired of fairytales considering the fact that we're living one," Emma says, but her curiosity is peaked and she seats herself on the arm of the couch next to Regina. "But this game is about fairytales?"

"Kinda. It's hard to explain Ma," Henry eyes don't leave the screen as he sets the brightness, difficulty level, and controller vibration intensity. "But there's a ton of save slots if you want to play too."

"We'll just watch for now kid," Emma tells him , absently rubbing Regina's back with one hand. Henry nods and presses the button to start the game.

The family of three all find themselves almost immediately engrossed in the story of the game. The beginning is a little slow, though the choices and questions are interesting. Henry had accepted the staff and given up the sword, leaving the shield alone. The Heartless, the enemies Henry had to defeat, were actually pretty cute. At least, they were until an enormous, shadowy figure of the main character, Sora, appeared. Henry made a few comments on how the fighting style would improve as Sora gained more skills but Regina was more interested in the surface the character stood on. Each one depicted a different princess and Regina wondered what they might symbolize.

Another round of questions and Henry was told that his journey began at dawn and then the game finally, truly began. As Henry directs Sora to explore the place called Destiny Islands, Emma repositions herself so she's sitting on the couch cushion instead of on the arm. Regina settles against Emma's side with her legs tucked underneath her and her head against Emma's shoulder as they continue to watch. Henry, seated on the other end of the couch closer to the television, is leaving forward with the controller in his hands. His brow is furrowed in concentration as he races against Riku, for the 7th time, and loses again. Emma has to hold in a chuckle as Henry groans and begins the race again. Regina is relaxed in her arms and if not for the way she had maneuvered their hands together and was absently playing with Emma's fingers, Emma would have thought she had dozed off. Henry let out a little cheer as he finally beat Riku in the race and the family watched the next cutscene with interest. There seemed to be quite the mystery to solve, people in strange robes, and even the makings of a love triangle between Sora, Riku, and Kairi.

By the time Emma remembered that they were supposed to meet up with her parents for dinner like they did every Tuesday, Henry had already beaten the huge shadow figure for a second time, gotten a weapon called the Keyblade, and was wondering around a world called Twilight Town after a long cutscene that revealed more familiar Disney characters in the game. Thankfully, these were characters that Emma was certain were just fictional. She had no idea what she would do if she ever met a real Donald Duck or Goofy.

"Time's up, kid. We've gotta meet you're grandparents for dinner." Emma called when Henry found a save point and he groaned good naturedly but complied. After donning shoes and jackets, the Swan-Mills family made their way to Granny's diner chatting about the game.

"I think we should restrict this to a non-school night game," Regina commented as they stepped through the door to Granny's. Charming and Snow had already claimed a table for the whole family so they made their way over. "Clearly it is easy to lose track of time playing this."

That was an understatement. Regina and Emma hadn't noticed the hours passing, three of them to be exact, and they were only watching Henry play.

"What's this?" Snow asked curiously after pulling each of then into a hug one by one. Charming did the same for Emma and Regina but traded a fist bump with Henry instead as Emma greeted her baby brother.

"A new game Henry is playing," Regina answered as they all took their seats again.

Henry launched into a startlingly in depth run down of how the game came into existence, its reputation of having a hopelessly convoluted storyline, several branch off games that were not necessary to play but would fill in a lot of gaps outside the two main games, and the much anticipated release of the third game in the main franchise, Kingdom Hearts III.

"Sounds interesting," Charming said after Henry finished his long winded explanation and began to devour his food. Regina was glad that the explanation was over if only so Henry could eat his food while it was still somewhat warm. "And it's about fairytale characters?"

"Sort of. The game was developed by Square Enix but they collaborated with Disney for this. Most of the characters are either from Disney or another video game series called Final Fantasy."

Snow asked about the plot of the game but Henry shrugged his shoulders. In it's most basic form, the game was simply about light versus dark, good versus evil. Henry didn't know how much this game would delve into the shades of grey between good and evil but he was eager to find out.

"You'll have to let us know how the game goes," Snow said after they finished their meal and were walking out. Henrt nodded enthusiastically as he gave his grandmother a parting hug.

"I thinks its gonna be awesome," Henry said as he pulled away. Then he looked over his shoulder at his moms and smiled his most charming smile. "Even if nothing can be as great as your story."

Emma chuckled. "Nice try kid, but you're not getting extra game time tonight."

"As soon as we get home its homework, shower, then bed. You have school tomorrow," Regina completed, taking Emma's hand in her own as they walked out.

Charming laughed as Henry shrugged his shoulders, "Worth a shot."

The Swan-Mills family walked back to Mifflin street and Henry, as instructed, grabbed his bookbag and went up to his room to complete his homework for the night as his moms retreated to the study to finish the cider they had started earlier.

"He's right you know," Emma commented sometime later from her spot on the couch in the study. Regina, sitting at her desk and reviewing a few documents she would need for a meeting the next day, looked up curiously.

"What are you talking about darling?"

"Henry," Emma rose from the couch and made her way to Regina's side as she spoke. "He was right about us. No story will ever be better than ours."

"He was sucking up so we would let him play more video games," Regina rolled her eyes but still put the papers she was reviewing down in favor of pushing away from the desk and pulling Emma down into her lap.

"Doesn't mean he was wrong," Emma placed her arms around Regina's shoulders, one hand tangling in long, dark hair as the other caressed Regina's cheek.

"I suppose so," Regina tilted her head back slightly to look Emma in the eyes. "As long as our story has a happy ending, I think it will be the best one ever told."

"Our story has the happiest ending of all because it's not an ending. It's a beginning. The beginning of us."

Emma leaned down and kissed Regina then, slowly and surely and with the confidence that she'd get to do so every day for the rest of her life. As Regina poofed them up to their bedroom in a cloud of light purple magic, videogames could not have been further from Emma's mind.