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Love 119 [Part Two]

part of my paramedic!jungwon series. [part one]

pairing: paramedic!jungwon x doctor!reader genre: enemies at work, lovers at home. secret dating. jungwon is hot when jealous, suggestive, fluff summary: your coworkers think that you and niki look cute together while jungwon, your boyfriend is literally standing next to you and it's driving him insane. word count: 3.5k author's note: hey everyone! as promised, i'm here to serve another paramedic jungwon brainrot because it's not fair to just devour this cutesy alone. enjoy and leave some notes <3

You’re midway through a lukewarm coffee in the hospital cafeteria when your coworker leans in, voice low and eyes gleaming with intrigue. “So…” she starts, drawing the word out slowly, “who’s the lucky guy?”

It takes you a second, but the question sinks in just as she tilts her head, nodding toward your neck with a smirk. Your hand instinctively rises to the spot Jungwon’s lips had claimed last night, right at the juncture of your neck and shoulder—a parting gift as you’d curled up together, something you didn’t think twice about until now.

A blush surges to your cheeks. “What? Oh, no, that’s… I scratched it too hard,” you say quickly, heat rising not only from the surprise but the memory of last night—Jungwon’s sleepy grin, the way he’d pulled you close, whispering in your ear as he pressed soft kisses down the curve of your neck.

“Sure you did,” she teases, crossing her arms as her smirk widens. “You’re going to need a better excuse than that. So… is it Niki?”

“What?” you laugh, the idea so out of the blue it’s almost comical. “Niki? Why would you even think that?”

She shrugs, the smugness on her face never faltering. “You always have a soft spot for him. You never scold him like the rest of us. Plus, everyone’s seen the way he hovers around you in the halls, he’s clearly smitten.”

Your eyes widen at the notion. Niki, your young, eager junior who fumbles his way through shifts and who you can’t help but look after because he’s new and a little too starry-eyed for his own good? It’s laughable. “It’s not like that,” you manage, shaking your head. “He’s just… young, that’s all.”

“Mhmm,” she says with a knowing chuckle. “Sure, if you say so.”

Before you can protest further, your phone vibrates. Glancing down, you find a message from Jungwon: a photo of his lunch, neatly arranged with a sweet message beneath it. “Eat well, ily.”

The casual intimacy of it makes your stomach flip, and you feel an involuntary smile tugging at your lips. You quickly swipe away the notification, hoping she didn’t see the smile or the faint hearts in your eyes.

The day unfolds in the usual rush of patient check-ins, chart updates, and emergency calls. You busy yourself to the point where the cafeteria conversation drifts from your mind—until you catch a glimpse of yourself in the break room mirror and spot the faint outline of that now-infamous hickey, the concealer having barely managed to mask it. You tug your collar higher, hoping to hide it through the rest of the shift.

The afternoon in the ER has been a blur of movement and urgency, leaving you barely a moment to breathe. Every time an ambulance pulls up, your heart skips a beat, half-hoping, half-dreading that it’ll be Jungwon walking through those doors.

But each time, it’s someone else, and you return to the steady rhythm of your work, instructing Niki at your side as he follows your lead. Despite the tense environment, he’s attentive and focused, learning from you as he manages each step of the patient’s treatment with remarkable ease.

Afterward, you and Niki head back to the department office, the adrenaline settling as you both chat lightly, unwinding from the chaotic pace. As you enter, you spot Jungwon down the corridor, heading the other way with a stack of documents.

It’s almost comical how, even amidst the bustling hospital, his presence stands out so starkly to you. For a split second, he glances your way, and the fleeting moment feels charged, pulling your attention and making it impossible to look away. But as soon as your eyes meet, you glance down, hoping no one notices how that brief connection leaves your pulse racing.

Once back at your desk, you feel your coworkers’ eyes on you, their curious glances flickering between you and Niki. You try to brush it off as nothing, settling into your usual seat, with Niki across from you. Just as you’re starting to sift through some files, Jungwon’s familiar stride enters the department office.

His easy confidence fills the room, and he greets everyone with that understated charm, heading to a nearby colleague to ask for specific documents. You’re not even looking at him, but his presence is impossible to ignore. You focus on your papers, hoping that looking busy might steady your nerves, but the pages blur in front of you, your mind too distracted by the fact that he’s just a few steps away.

Then, just as you’re juggling a pile of documents, you accidentally knock over your iced coffee. The mostly empty cup clatters over, spilling what’s left onto your coat. The moment the coffee splashes onto your coat, Niki and Jungwon are both at your side in an instant. Niki’s quick to pull out a box of tissues, while Jungwon silently holds out a pristine handkerchief, a touch of annoyance already flickering in his gaze.

Caught off-guard, you instinctively reach for Niki’s tissues, leaving Jungwon standing there with his handkerchief, his jaw tightening slightly as he watches you dab at the stain.

Your coworkers notice the scene and immediately latch onto it, their laughter filling the room. "Oh, come on, you two," one of them teases, grinning at the pair of you. "Why don’t you just date already?”

Another chimes in, "Yeah, it’s obvious there’s something going on. I mean, look how attentive Niki is—always ready to help you out."

You wave them off, laughing it away, but the teasing only grows louder. Someone else playfully nudges Niki. "What’s next, bringing her coffee in the morning?"

Niki laughs, scratching the back of his head, visibly flustered. "Come on, guys, we’re just… coworkers," he insists, though his blush only adds fuel to the fire.

Meanwhile, you can feel Jungwon’s gaze on you, sharper and more intense than ever. His silence speaks volumes; the usual relaxed confidence he carries seems to be tinged with something harder, a jealousy that simmers just beneath the surface. It unsettles you, tugging at something guilty inside as the teasing around you grows.

Suddenly, Jungwon steps forward to you, interrupting the chatter with a clipped tone. "Enough with the tissues,” he says, leveling his gaze at you, a glint of challenge in his eyes. "Stop fussing with that coat—you’re only making it worse. Change into something clean, or the smell will stick with you all day.”

The room falls silent, your coworkers exchanging amused glances. You roll your eyes, unwilling to let him get the last word.

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Practicality. I can handle a few drops of coffee,” you retort, folding your arms and meeting his gaze with a defiant tilt of your chin.

He raises an eyebrow, a slow smirk forming on his lips.

"Right, because dealing with a coffee stain is something you’re well-prepared for," he says dryly, folding his arms to match yours. "Clearly, practicality isn’t your strong suit."

You scoff, refusing to back down. "And since when did you become an expert in coffee stain management? It’s barely noticeable, and I’m perfectly fine with it."

Jungwon’s gaze doesn’t waver, the challenge sparking between you both as he leans in just a fraction, his voice lower. "Just because you’re fine with it doesn’t mean everyone else is." His eyes flick down to the stain and then back up to yours, a knowing glint in them.

Your coworkers are watching with raised brows, amused but also visibly intrigued by the tension between the two of you. "Are we interrupting something?” one of them jokes, breaking the silence. "Honestly, the way you two bicker is like a married couple."

The comment makes you blush, but Jungwon doesn’t flinch. Instead, he holds your gaze, his smirk deepening. "At least one of us knows how to handle these little emergencies,” he quips, voice steady, though there’s a hint of something raw behind his eyes—a hint of jealousy that only you can catch. The way he’s looking at you, there’s no mistaking it: he’s anything but amused by the teasing around Niki.

But before you can respond, Niki steps forward, awkwardly placing his coat over your chair. “Um, here,” he says, clearly trying to ease the tension. “You can wear mine for now if the coffee’s bothering you that much.”

The room erupts into more laughter, someone nudging Niki with a grin. "See? He’s a gentleman. Really, you two should just make it official."

Another coworker teases, "Or maybe they already have, and they’re just not telling us."

Jungwon’s expression hardens as he watches the exchange, his eyes narrowing. His gaze flickers from Niki to you, a frustration simmering beneath his calm facade.

You feel the tension growing, an almost tangible weight of jealousy in the way his jaw clenches, his fingers tapping restlessly against his thigh.

Finally, he speaks up, cutting through the laughter with a controlled but slightly irritated tone. "Enough of the matchmaking." His gaze falls pointedly on you, something possessive flickering there, though he masks it quickly. "And you should change. That coffee smell won’t just vanish."

You narrow your eyes at him, refusing to back down. "If it bothers you so much, why don’t you bring me a change of clothes yourself?"

"Thanks," he says shortly, taking the stack of paperwork with a polite nod. He turns back to you and your coworkers, offering a quick, “See you all later. Take care, everyone.” His voice is casual, but as his gaze lingers on you for a fraction of a second longer, you feel the weight of everything left unsaid.

With that, Jungwon strides toward the door, his usual self-assured calm back in place. You watch him leave, but just as he reaches the exit, your phone buzzes in your hand. You glance down, your pulse quickening as you read the message from him:

“I have something you can change into in the back of the car.”

It’s simple, yet there’s something about it that makes your stomach flip. You glance up just in time to catch Jungwon’s silhouette disappearing down the hallway, feeling the tension of the moment linger in the air long after he’s gone.

The rest of your shift rolls by with its usual demands, and you brush off the incident from earlier, deciding against getting the change of clothes Jungwon offered. By the time you finally clock out, the sun is setting, casting a warm glow over the nearly empty parking lot. Just as you step out of the hospital doors, Jungwon’s car pulls up in front of the exit.

You feel a small smile tugging at your lips as you walk over and slip into the passenger seat. “Hey,” you greet him, but his focus remains straight ahead, his hands firm on the wheel, his paramedic uniform clinging to his form. The sight of him in that navy blue uniform, complete with the badge and patches, usually makes your heart race, but today his expression is unreadable. A flicker of surprise hits you. Jungwon, who is usually quick with a playful remark, doesn’t even turn his head as you settle in, leaving you feeling a bit deflated.

You tilt your head, watching him closely, noticing the slightest crease of annoyance in his brow. With a slight pout, you try breaking the ice, “So, how was your day?”

He answers, but his tone is clipped, barely more than a few words. "Busy. The usual."

You blink, feeling a hint of tension in the air. Normally, he’d be cracking jokes or filling the car with easy chatter, but now he’s focused on the road with a seriousness that feels almost uncharacteristic.

Leaning back in your seat, you give him a sideways glance. “Is this about the clothes?” you finally ask, crossing your arms as you look at him. “Are you upset I didn’t change into them?”

A quick denial. “No,” he says, a bit too fast, but still refusing to look your way.

You can’t help but smile a little, noticing his hands gripping the wheel tighter than usual. “Uh-huh. Doesn’t sound like you’re not upset,” you tease, leaning forward to get a better look at his face.

“I’m not upset,” he repeats, but he’s biting his lip, eyes fixed stubbornly ahead as if he’s hyper-focused on the road. His brow furrows, and he lets out a soft sigh.

“Come on, Jungwon, it’s cute when you sulk,” you say, your smile widening at the way his jaw clenches ever so slightly, revealing his irritation in the most subtle way.

This finally gets a reaction. He glances at you, his eyes narrowing just a little. “I’m not sulking,” he mumbles, but the denial lacks its usual conviction.

“You look pretty sulky to me,” you murmur, enjoying the rare moment of catching him off guard.

Just then, the car comes to a stop at a red light, and you glance over to find him holding a long breath, his expression somewhere between frustration and fondness. The tension in the air shifts slightly as he turns his gaze towards you, and in that moment, you feel the familiar flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

Without breaking eye contact, he places his right hand gently on your lap, rubbing small circles with his thumb. The warmth of his touch sends a jolt of electricity through you, igniting that familiar spark between you two. It’s a simple gesture, yet it feels so intimate, especially with the way he’s staring at you as if he’s trying to convey everything he can’t say out loud.

He resumes driving as the light turns green, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead, but his voice softens, a hint of vulnerability slipping through the usual bravado. “I’m not upset,” he assures you, though the sincerity behind his words hints at something deeper, something he’s wrestling with beneath the surface.

You can’t help but smile at him, the weight of his earlier mood lifting slightly. “Then what’s with the whole silent treatment? You know you can just tell me, right?”

Jungwon shakes his head, a faint smile creeping onto his face despite his mood.

“It’s more complicated than that,” he says, his voice maintaining a lightness that’s undercut by an earnest edge. “I don’t want to be the guy who gets all worked up over people assuming you and Niki are a thing.”

You bite your lip, the realization sinking in that his jealousy is more about their perceptions than the spilled coffee earlier.

“Well, I’m definitely not dating Niki,” you reply softly, trying to ease his tension. “He’s just a good coworker. You know that.”

He glances at you briefly, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smile as he focuses back on the road.

“Good,” he mutters, his hand still gently rubbing your thigh, sending tingles coursing through you. The intimacy of the gesture makes your heart race.

He passes another intersection and accelerates, the car moving smoothly through the streets.

“But you know,” you continue, trying to keep the mood light, “if you were just a little quicker with your offer, I wouldn’t have to deal with all this teasing.”

Jungwon lets out a soft chuckle, the tension in the car easing slightly. “I thought I was quick enough,” he says, a playful tone returning to his voice. “How was I supposed to know you’d be so stubborn?”

“Stubborn? Me? Never,” you tease, rolling your eyes dramatically.

He shakes his head with a laugh, his grip tightening slightly on your thigh, a subtle reminder of the unspoken bond between you two. As he navigates the streets, the silence stretches comfortably, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the occasional sound of traffic.

“Hey, you should know,” you add after a moment, “if you want to make sure I’m not wearing Niki’s clothes, maybe you should just… keep me in yours.”

Jungwon raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Is that your way of saying you want me to dress you?”

“Maybe,” you reply coyly, biting your lip again, the playful banter making you feel bold.

He laughs, shaking his head as he pulls into a quiet parking lot. “You really know how to make me feel like I’m the jealous one, huh?”

“Just speaking the truth,” you say, leaning back into the seat, enjoying the rhythm of the moment.

As he turns off the engine, the atmosphere shifts slightly, the playful banter fading into a more intimate silence. Jungwon finally meets your gaze, his expression earnest. “Just so you know, it’s not about Niki. I just…” he trails off, searching for the right words. “I want to be the one you lean on, the one you trust.”

Your heart swells at his confession, a warmth spreading through you. “You are, Jungwon. You’re the one I always want to lean on.”

He smiles, a genuine light returning to his eyes, and in that moment, everything feels right.

When you arrive at your apartment, Jungwon opens the door for you, the familiar scent of your space washing over you. As soon as you step inside, he follows closely behind, and before you can even set your bag down, he closes the door and turns to face you.

In an instant, the air between you shifts. Jungwon steps forward, his hands gripping your waist as he pulls you closer. You barely have time to react before he captures your lips with his in a deep, passionate kiss that takes your breath away. The world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you and the electric tension that crackles in the air.

His lips move against yours with a fervor that surprises you, and you feel your heart racing, responding instinctively as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He deepens the kiss, his mouth coaxing yours open as he explores the sweetness of your taste. It’s intoxicating, and you lose yourself in the moment, your worries and doubts melting away.

In the midst of the kiss, he breaks away for just a moment, breathless and looking down at you with those soft eyes. “I can still smell the coffee,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You giggle, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, the reminder of the earlier incident making you giddy. “Well, I didn’t exactly plan for that to happen,” you reply, your voice teasing but breathless.

“Maybe I should get you a proper change of clothes next time,” he quips, his eyes sparkling with mischief. But then he adds, more seriously, “You should probably take those off; the smell will cling to you.”

His suggestion sends a thrill through you, and you find yourself biting your lip in excitement. “Are you sure that’s the only reason you want me to take them off?” you tease, your heart racing as you lean closer, feeling the warmth radiating from him.

He chuckles softly, but there’s a glint of something deeper in his eyes. “Okay, maybe it’s a little selfish,” he admits, his breath ghosting over your skin as he moves in even closer.

With a playful grin, you decide to indulge him. “Fine, but only if you do too,” you say, your fingers finding the buttons of his uniform. You start to unbutton it, your hands trembling slightly with anticipation. Each button that comes undone reveals more of his toned physique, and your breath hitches as you take in the sight of him.

As your fingers glide over the fabric, Jungwon watches you, his expression a mixture of desire and admiration. “You know, this might be the best idea you’ve ever had,” he murmurs, his voice low and enticing.

You finally push the uniform off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. In that moment, the playful atmosphere shifts into something more intimate. He captures your lips again, and you feel the heat between you both intensify as you pull away the last barriers that had been keeping you apart.

Just when you think it can't get any more intense, he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, both of you gasping for air. “I’ve wanted to do that all day,” he admits, his breath mingling with yours, creating a palpable tension that thrums in the air.

“Why didn’t you?” you ask, your voice teasing yet filled with warmth.

“You know I can’t let everyone find out I’m dating the hottest doctor in the hospital, or else…” he argues, a playful grin breaking through his earlier seriousness.

“Oh, please,” you bite back with a smirk, playfully nudging him. “Like they wouldn’t notice that the ‘sexiest and charming paramedic’ is completely smitten.”

With a smile that could light up the room, you lean in for another kiss, feeling the world around you fade away once again as you get lost in him.

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Vanilla

Bucky x Y/N

Bucky overhears Y/N talking to Nat about her unfulfilled desires…

Requests Open!

Warnings: Smut. Fingering. Oral (f!receiving). P in v sex. Slight Sir kink. All after the red division —————-

The soft afternoon set in around the compound, casting warm shadows in the living room where you and Bucky often spent lazy afternoons together.

Today, however, he was out training with Steve, and you found solace in the quiet as you prepared a small snack in the kitchen. You were humming softly to yourself, the sound of your movements blending with the faint echoes of clanking weights coming from outside.

Just as you were about to pour yourself a cup of tea, Natasha entered, her hair pulled back in a tight bun, a knowing smile on her lips. “Hey, Y/N!” she called out, crossing the room with a confident stride.

“Hey, Nat!” you replied, your heart lifting at her presence. “Want some tea?”

“Sure!” she said, leaning against the counter, her gaze curious.

“So, how’s it going with Bucky..?”

You felt a slight blush rise to your cheeks, a smile breaking across your face. This was your favorite question - because life with Bucky was just incredible. “It’s great! I mean, he’s just... he’s amazing.” The warmth of your feelings was palpable, and you couldn’t help but beam as you spoke about him.

Natasha chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I can tell you’re smitten. What’s he been up to?”

“Oh, you know, just the usual. Training, trying to get better at the whole ‘normal life’ thing. He’s been really sweet lately.”

You absentmindedly stirred your tea, remembering the little things he did—like the way he always made sure you had your favorite snacks or how he would leave little notes around the house.

“Sweet, huh?” Natasha teased. “What about in the other department?”

You paused, biting your lip. Nat was never bashful.

The question made your heart race. “Well, it’s great, it is... but I guess I have some... unfulfilled desires,” you admitted shyly, your voice dropping as you glanced away.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, leaning in as if she were about to divulge a juicy secret. “Like what?”

You hesitated, a nervous flutter in your stomach. “You know, maybe trying something a little less... vanilla.” The words slipped out, and you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you.

Natasha smirked, leaning closer with a conspiratorial tone. “No, I get it. You want to spice things up a little?”

“Yeah, that’s it. I just think we could do something more…”

“Kinky?” She stated.

You felt the itch of blood rushing to your face.

“I understand that, it took me and Bruce a while to get into the swing of something more interesting. He was always scared he’d break me. Think that Bucky’s problem?”

Before you could reply, a heavy footfall sounded from the hallway, and the door swung open. Bucky stepped into the room, glancing between the two of you.

“What’s going on in here?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly, the playfulness in his voice tinged with curiosity.

You quickly straightened up, forcing a smile. “Oh, we were just talking about... nothing much!”

Bucky looked from you to Natasha, his instincts picking up on the slight tension in the air. “Right. Well, I’ll just go grab a drink.” He turned, his expression unreadable as he walked away.

Natasha’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, her teasing smile replaced by something softer. “You should talk to him, you know. Communication is key,” she said gently before leaving you alone in the kitchen.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of what you had just shared hanging in the air. What would he say if you brought it up? Would he be upset? You hoped he wouldn’t take it the wrong way. He was perfect in so many ways, but you longed for a deeper connection, a chance to explore more together.

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Later on, you and Bucky were sitting together on the couch, watching something neither of you were watching.

“Everything okay?” you asked one evening as you curled up next to him on the couch, your fingers tracing patterns on his arm.

He looked down at you, a slight frown crossing his face.

“Yeah, of course, sweetheart,” he replied, but the hesitation in his voice made you worry.

“Are you sure? You seem a little... off.” You shifted, trying to catch his gaze, but he looked away, focusing on the television instead.

“I’m just... thinking about stuff,” he said, his tone evasive.

You wanted to press him further, to ask about that day with Natasha, but something held you back. Instead, you settled for resting your head on his shoulder, hoping he would open up when he was ready.

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As the days passed, Bucky started to show subtle signs of change.

He began cooking more elaborate meals, experimenting with spices and flavors, making an effort to make each dinner an occasion. You found yourself laughing and teasing him about his newfound culinary skills, and it felt like old times when the air was light and carefree.

One night, after a particularly delightful dinner, you found yourself sitting on the counter, your legs swinging as Bucky cleaned up the dishes. You watched him with admiration, noticing the way his muscles flexed as he scrubbed the plates, lost in thought.

“Want some help?” you offered, swinging your legs over the edge.

“Nope, I got this, darling,” he replied, flashing you a smile that made your heart skip. “Just enjoy your time, Kitten.”

But as he continued washing the dishes, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was still bothering him. “You’ve been acting a little different lately,” you ventured, trying to keep your tone light.

He paused, glancing over his shoulder at you. “Different how?”

You hesitated, choosing your words carefully. “I don’t know. Just... more serious, I guess. Is everything okay?”

Bucky set down the dish he was cleaning and turned to face you fully, the light reflecting in his blue eyes. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just... trying to think about what you said the other day.”

Your heart raced at his words, hope mingling with anxiety. “What do you mean?”

He stepped closer, the space between you charged with unspoken words. “About wanting more than just the usual, you know?”You swallowed hard, feeling your cheeks heat.

“Bucky, I didn’t mean to—”He interrupted, his expression softening.

“No, it’s okay. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. And I want to make sure you’re happy, that you feel fulfilled.”

A wave of warmth washed over you, but your nerves fluttered. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, Bucky. I just—”

“No, I want to,” he said firmly, stepping closer until your legs brushed against his. “I just didn’t know if that was something you really wanted.”

Your heart pounded as you looked into his eyes, the sincerity of his words warming you from the inside out. “I do. I just want to explore... things together.”

Bucky took a deep breath, his gaze intense. “Then let’s do it. I want to make it special for you.”

The promise in his voice sent butterflies dancing in your stomach, a mix of excitement and nerves flooding your senses. “Okay,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. “I’d love that.”

Bucky's hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin. The tenderness of the gesture made your breath catch. 

"Tell me what you want," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I want to hear you say it."

You felt a rush of heat flood your body at his words. Your tongue darted out to wet your suddenly dry lips. "I... I want you to take control," you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. "To push my boundaries a little."

His eyes darkened at your confession, pupils dilating with desire. "Are you sure?" he asked, his tone serious despite the obvious want in his gaze.

You nodded, feeling both nervous and exhilarated. "Yes. I trust you, Bucky."

A slow smile spread across his face, equal parts tender and wicked. "Alright, doll. Let's start slow." His metal hand slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him. "First rule - you do exactly as I say. Understood?"

A shiver ran down your spine at the commanding tone in his voice. "Yes," you breathed.

"Yes, what?" he prompted, eyebrow raised.

You swallowed hard, realizing what he wanted. "Yes... sir."

Bucky's eyes flashed with approval. "Good girl," he purred, the praise sending a jolt of pleasure through you. "Now, I want you to keep your hands at your sides. Don't move them unless I tell you to."

You nodded, heart racing as he slowly began unbuttoning your shirt. His fingers brushed against your skin with each movement, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When he reached the last button, he pushed the fabric open, exposing

your lace-covered breasts to his hungry gaze. Your nipples hardened instantly under his scrutiny, straining against the delicate fabric.

"Beautiful," Bucky murmured, his flesh hand skimming along your collarbone. "I've always loved this bra on you."

You fought the urge to arch into his touch, remembering his command to keep still. The effort it took sent a thrill through you.

"Thank you, sir," you whispered, your voice breathy with desire.

Bucky's eyes met yours, a mix of lust and tenderness in their blue depths. "You're doing so well already, doll. Now, I want you to close your eyes."

You obeyed instantly, darkness enveloping you as your other senses heightened. You could hear Bucky's steady breathing, feel the heat radiating from his body so close

to yours. The anticipation was almost unbearable as you waited for his next move.

Suddenly, you felt the cool metal of his left hand tracing along your jawline, down your neck, across your collarbone. The contrast between the chill of the vibranium and the warmth of your flushed skin made you gasp softly.

"Shh," Bucky murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Remember, no moving unless I say so and be quiet, Kitten"

You bit your lip, fighting to stay still as his metal fingers danced along the edge of your bra, teasing but not quite touching where you desperately wanted him to.

His flesh hand came up to cup your other breast, kneading gently through the lace. A whimper escaped your throat at the dual sensations.

"That's it, doll," Bucky praised, his voice rough with desire. "You're doing so well for me."

His metal thumb brushed over your nipple through the thin fabric, causing it to harden instantly. You arched your back slightly, craving more contact, but Bucky tsked softly.

"What did I say about moving?" he reminded you, withdrawing his hands. The loss of his touch was agonizing.

"I'm sorry," you breathed. "Please, Sir. I need you."

He chuckled low in his throat. "I know you do, sweetheart. And you'll have me. But only when I decide you're ready."

His flesh hand slid down your stomach, fingers playing with the waistband of your panties. Your thighs trembled with the effort of keeping still as he teased you mercilessly.

"Tell me what you want," Bucky commanded, his voice husky.

Your breath caught in your throat as you struggled to form coherent thoughts. Bucky's touch was electrifying, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your body.

"I... I want you to touch me," you managed to whisper, your voice trembling with need. "Everywhere."

Bucky's eyes darkened with desire as he slowly slid your panties down your legs, leaving you completely exposed to his hungry gaze. His metal hand trailed up your inner thigh, the cool touch making you shiver with anticipation.

"Like this?" he asked, his fingers ghosting over your most sensitive areas, barely making contact.

You whimpered, fighting the urge to buck your hips. "More, please," you begged.

Bucky leaned down, his hot breath fanning across your skin as he placed open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

Bucky leaned down, his hot breath fanning across your skin as he placed open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone. His metal hand continued its teasing exploration between your thighs, while his flesh hand cupped your breast, thumb circling your nipple.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do," he murmured against your skin. "I want to hear you say it."

Your cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and shyness, but you forced yourself to vocalize your desires. "I want... I want your fingers in me," you breathed. "And your mouth here..."

A low growl rumbled in Bucky's chest as he obliged, sliding two cool metal fingers into your slick heat while his lips closed around your nipple. You gasped at the dual sensations, your back arching involuntarily.

Bucky's metal fingers curled inside you, finding that spot that made you see stars.

His tongue swirled around your nipple as he sucked gently, sending hard rushes of pleasure through your body. You moaned, struggling to keep still as he'd commanded.

"That's it, doll," he murmured against your breast. "Let me hear how good it feels."

His thumb found your clit, circling it with just the right pressure. You cried out, your hands fisting in the sheets as you fought the urge to grind against his hand.

"Sir, please," you whimpered. "I need more."

He lifted his head, his blue eyes dark with desire as they met yours. "What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me."

You swallowed hard, gathering your courage. "I want... I want your mouth on me. Down here."

Bucky's eyes flashed with hunger at your words. "Is that so?" he murmured, trailing kisses down your stomach. "I think I can arrange that."

He settled between your thighs, his warm breath teasing your sensitive flesh. You trembled in anticipation as he placed soft kisses along your inner thighs, purposefully avoiding where you needed him most.

"Bucky," you whined, desperate for his touch.

He chuckled, the vibration sending shivers through you. "Patience, doll. I'm going to take my time with you."

Finally, his tongue flattened against your core, licking a long, slow stripe.

You gasped, your hips bucking involuntarily.

Bucky's metal arm draped over your pelvis, holding you in place as he continued his ministrations. His tongue circled your clit before sucking, your hips bucking involuntarily. Bucky's metal arm draped across your lower abdomen, holding you in place as he explored you with his mouth. His talented tongue swirled around your clit before dipping lower, tasting your arousal.

You moaned loudly, forgetting his earlier command for silence in your pleasure.

Bucky paused, lifting his head to look at you with a mix of amusement and stern reproach in his eyes. "What did I say about staying quiet, doll?" he murmured, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh.

You bit your lip, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "Please don't stop."

He smirked, trailing his flesh hand up your inner thigh. "I suppose I can forgive you this time," he said, his voice low and husky. "But you'll have to work harder to stay silent."

Without warning, he plunged another 2 fingers inside you, curling them expertly as his mouth returned to your clit. The sparks of euphoria were overwhelming, and you had to clamp a hand over your mouth to stifle your cries of pleasure. Bucky worked you relentlessly, his fingers pumping in and out while his tongue flicked and swirled. You writhed beneath him, desperate for release yet fighting to stay quiet. Your free hand tangled in his hair, urging him closer.

He growled against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You could feel the pressure building, your thighs trembling as you neared the edge. Bucky sensed your impending climax and redoubled his efforts, curling his fingers to hit that perfect spot inside you while sucking hard on your clit.

Your body tensed as waves of ecstasy crashed over you.

You bit down hard on your lip, tasting blood as you fought to remain silent. Your back arched off the bed as your orgasm ripped through you, vision going white at the edges. Bucky didn't let up, working you through every aftershock until you were a quivering, oversensitive mess beneath him.

Finally, he lifted his head, a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he took in your flushed cheeks and heaving chest. He crawled up your body, pressing a searing kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he explored your mouth.

"Good girl," he murmured against your lips. "You did so well staying quiet for me."

His erection pressed insistently against your thigh, reminding you that he was far from finished with you. Bucky trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. His metal hand cupped your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple and drawing a soft gasp from your lips.

"Think you can stay quiet for what comes next, doll?" he murmured against your collarbone, his voice rough with desire.

You nodded eagerly, beyond words as anticipation coursed through you. Bucky chuckled darkly, positioning himself between your thighs. He rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds, teasing you mercilessly. Your hips bucked, seeking more contact, but his hands gripped your waist firmly.

"Ah ah," he tsked. "Patience, remember?"

You whimpered softly, desperate for him to fill you.

Bucky's eyes locked with yours, dark with lust, as he slowly pushed inside. Your breath caught in your throat as he stretched you, the delicious burn of his thick length making your toes curl. He paused when fully sheathed, giving you a moment to adjust.

"So tight for me, doll," he groaned, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding still.

You clenched around him experimentally, drawing a sharp hiss from his lips. Taking that as his cue, Bucky began to move. He started with slow, deep thrusts that had you seeing stars. Your hands roamed his broad back, feeling the muscles flex beneath your fingertips as he drove into you.

Gradually, his pace increased. The room filled with the sound of skin on skin and your muffled whimpers.

Bucky's pace increased, driving into you with powerful strokes. The old couch creaked beneath you as he pounded relentlessly, hitting that perfect spot deep inside with each thrust. You buried your face in his neck, muffling your cries of pleasure against his skin.

His metal hand gripped your hip, the cool plates a stark contrast to your feverish skin. The other tangled in your hair, tugging your head back to expose your throat. Bucky's lips latched onto your pulse point, sucking and biting as he marked you as his.

"Say you’re mine," he growled, his voice rough with exertion and desire. "Say it."

"Yours," you gasped out, teetering on the edge of orgasm. "I'm yours, Bucky."

He groaned at your words, his hips snapping faster. "That's right, Kitten. All mine…Fuck-" Bucky growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Come for me again. Let me feel you."

His words pushed you over the edge. Your back arched as waves of pleasure crashed over you, the corners of your vision going white as your second orgasm came faster than the first had. You bit down on Bucky's shoulder, your walls clenching around him.

Bucky groaned at the sensation, his hips stuttering as he chased his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, spilling himself with a low moan of your name.

You both lay there for a moment, breathing heavily as you came down from your highs. Bucky's weight pressed you into the arm of the couch, his face buried in your neck as he placed soft kisses along your collarbone.

“Still too vanilla, Princess?” He muttered.

“I…”

“Maybe next time I’ll get the rope out.” Bucky deadpanned.

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So, what do you think? Should Bucky get the rope out? 🤔

[acciofictionalmen]

she's my alibi

(aou wanda maximoff x female!reader one-shot)

"i just killed a man she's my alibi"

summary: utterly smitten with wanda, you'd do anything for her. including covering up murder.

(inspired by the song 'alibi')

word count: 403

warnings: gory-ish description of a man dying, reference to blood, a little dark, completely whipped reader

"It all happened so quickly." You exclaimed, emphasising your doe eyes as your bottom lip trembled.

Wanda's fingers dragged down his scalp slowly, savouring the feeling of his life ebbing away. She flashed him a sultry smile, the kind that had lured him there in the first place.

Steve and Tony nodded sympathetically, their eyes fixed upon your concerned expression. They'd cornered you on the sofa in the compound living room whilst you'd been watching a horror movie. Without much explanation, they began questioning you on Wanda's mission the previous day. The mission you'd joined her on.

"I didn't see much," you began, looking down with a feigned, thoughtful expression- to conceal the glimmer of smugness that shone in your eyes.

You watched as Wanda twisted her hand, forcing the man to his knees. He looked up, pleading with her through bloodshot eyes as she laughed dryly.

"But I do know that Wanda was with me the whole time and never left my side." The first and only truth you'd told.

You stood by her side as she delivered the killing blow, his body crumpling like a discarded piece of paper. He stilled; lifeless, yet splattered with a vibrant crimson as though his body was a canvas and Wanda, the artist.

Wanda turned to you, eyes shimmering with that testing look as she slyly gauged your reaction. She revelled in the way your eyes widened slightly, devoutly never leaving hers despite the dead body before you. Caressing your face, you didn't flinch as Wanda brushed her fingers down your cheek. The same hand that with a flick of her fingers could easily render you dead. She leant in close, strands of rich, brown hair framing her jaw as she pressed a chaste kiss upon your lips. You could feel her smirking against you as her hands circled your neck; a shark circling its prey.

The two men nodded, Steve's lips drawn in a thin line of disappointment as he surveyed you closely. Your expression was blank, unreadable. Just as she'd taught you. He sighed, placing his hands on his knees as he stood, Tony following with a grunt. "Thank you for your insight."

Wanda pulled away slightly, her intense eyes fixed on yours, remnants of that red glow outlining her irises, "Now don't go telling on me, pretty girl." She cooed, the accent that you loved so much lapping at each word.

"Never."

happy halloween ! 🦇˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

a smaller one today, but in honour of halloween i wanted to post our favourite witch ♡ as always, please share your thoughts as id love love to hear them

take care lovelies, thank you for reading :')

yours, 𝒜

[biancadoes1]

Because I saw the anon theory from earlier, it made me think.

Any person with eyes can watch even OLD bts and promo videos and see how smitten sweet L has been with N since the very beginning (would wager it brought about the end of his previous relationship) and N friendzoned him early on. I get it, nobody wants to be a rebound. While I will never ever say a bad word about N and any choices she made to protect her heart, I had many arguments with others because I have always defended L. He pursued someone else because he was told by N it wasn’t gonna happen. Then, like many who guard their feelings initially (myself included) she changed her mind, and he wanted to lock that down before she could change it again. I don’t blame him one bit, but all who have hated on L for supposedly picking some “hot, young thing over N” or “breaking N’s <3” can suck it. That’s total BS.

It's total bullshit, anon, I agree.

Like you said, anyone with eyes can see what is happening in the background here.

Some of you have your blinders on with a black out curtain over top of them, though. It must be dark and scary under there.

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 14: Breeding with San

Trigger warnings:

Content warnings: names (baby, honey, sweetheart), a little biting, san spits in mc’s mouth, breeding (duh)

Summary: Your husband had a dream and now he’s entertaining the idea of starting a family…kinda.

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: hi all 🥰 after much consideration, i’ve decided to repost my kinktober 2022 stories. i had a great time writing these a couple years ago and want to share them again now that it’s been a while and i’ve had time to fall in love with them again. i hope you all enjoy! and by all means, feel free to send a message or comment here if you’d like to be part of the new tag list!

Tags: @bahng-chrizz

Smut below the cut

You let out a soft sigh at the feeling of your husband’s lips on your skin, a smile creeping onto your face as he roused you from your slumber. “Good morning to you too.” You giggled, allowing him to tug your tank top down in the front to litter your chest with kisses. “Did you sleep that well?” You teased, carding your fingers through his hair.

“I had a dream.” You gasped when he laved his tongue over your nipple before continuing. “We were parents. You were carrying our second child and you looked fucking stunning. It got me thinking...”

“Sannie, we’ve only been married a couple months…”

He paused his actions and looked up at you with a warm expression. “I know, sweetheart. I know it’s too early to actually try for that. We agreed on waiting three years and I’m sticking with that. But there’s no harm in having some fun and playing into the fantasy, right?” He hummed.

“Well…I am on the pill…” And I certainly love when you finish inside me… You didn’t voice that last part. Saying it aloud would ruin the moment.

“Whaddaya say, honey?”

“It’s just a fantasy until we’re actually ready to be parents.” You reminded him and he nodded before resuming his attack on your chest.

You bit your lip as your eyes slipped shut again, allowing yourself to get caught up in his touch. He always handled you with such care, made you feel like you were the center of the universe. The man was smitten and wanted to make sure you knew just how special you were to him.

You let out a soft sigh and your grip on his hair tightened, tugging gently when he closed his lips around your nipple and sucked. “Oh…” You gasped as he gently bit down. “Take it off.” You urged when his hands slipped just under the edge of your top, thumbs massaging small circles on your hips.

He wasted no time in complying, pushing the cotton upwards as you sat up. As soon as he had your shirt off, you laid back down and pulled him in, kissing him. His hands roamed and he slotted himself between your legs as you nipped at his lip, drawing out a hum of appreciation.

His bare skin against yours was dizzying. He was fucking gorgeous. Sometimes you wondered how you’d managed to snag a husband who was not only gorgeous but also a complete sweetheart. He truly was the ideal man. And somehow he was all yours.

Laid like this, you could feel how hard he was and you felt a wave of arousal wash over your entire body when he rolled his hips against yours. You whined against his lips at the sensation and he quickly pulled back, sitting up between your legs. “I want you so fucking bad, baby…” He groaned and you bit your lip again, this time to conceal a smile.

“So take me. Make me feel it for the rest of the day.” You challenged and his jaw ticked as he tried to control himself. You didn’t want him to do that though so you caught his eye and said the only thing you could think of, playing off his fantasy. “Fuck a baby into me, Sannie.”

His grip on your hips tightened and he sucked in a sharp breath as his eyes darkened. “Say that again.” He ordered, his voice a low rumble. You knew not to argue when he spoke in that tone.

“I want you to put a baby in me, Sannie…” You whispered, placing your hands over his.

He groaned and pulled away, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties and tugging them down in one swift motion. “Fucking perfect.” He sighed upon seeing your bare pussy, already soaked for him.

He made to lay on his stomach but you shook your head. “I need you now, Sannie.”

Everything went quiet as he tried to process your words. Neither of you moved - hell, you weren’t even sure you were breathing - as time stopped in its tracks, his eyes taking you in. You were so fucking perfect for him.

Just as quickly as he’d frozen, he snapped back to reality and dove forwards, capturing your lips in a demanding kiss. His hands were everywhere as he licked into your mouth. Finally, he cupped your pussy and you couldn’t help but grind against his palm. “You’re so fucking wet, baby…you like the idea of me putting a baby in you that much?” He groaned as he pulled back to look at you.

You whimpered and nodded, making a quiet noise of distress when he pulled his hand away. You clenched around nothing upon seeing him bring his hand to his mouth and lap up your arousal. You froze for a brief moment before frantically shoving his boxers down. He swatted your hands away when you reached for his dick and lined up. “Since you like the thought so much, I’ll give you what you want and fuck a baby into that pretty pussy.”

You wanted him to slam into you straight away but he was afraid to hurt you given the absence of your usual foreplay. Instead, he eased in with shallow thrusts, teasing you with the promise of more each time he pulled out. “So fucking good, baby…” He sighed, burying his face in your neck as he spoke.

You shivered when he bit you, a delicious pain radiating out from where his teeth sank into the junction of your neck and shoulder. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your fingers splayed out on his firm back as you let out tiny sounds of pleasure at the pace he set. He always filled you just right, always knew what would make you explode, and he was far from selfish - though he’d said plenty of times that getting you off got him off, so maybe he was a little selfish. You couldn’t be bothered to care one way or the other regarding his selfishness or lack thereof, you were already working up a sweat just from meeting his thrusts.

You felt the knot in your belly start to tighten when he spoke to you in a tone that dripped with poorly concealed excitement and a hint of desperation. “You’re gonna look so fucking stunning carrying my baby…” He all but growled, licking over where he’d bitten you. “Everyone’s gonna see your swollen belly and know you’re all mine.”

You moaned weakly, nodding along at his words. “Want everyone to know ‘m yours…” You murmured, gasping a moment later when he delivered a particularly harsh thrust. “Oh fuck- just like that-”

“Like this?” He repeated his actions and you whimpered pathetically, nodding vigorously. Your nails dug into his back and he grunted as he lifted his head from the crook of your neck. He brought one hand to your jaw and held your head in place, forcing you to make eye contact. “Open.” He demanded, giving your jaw a gentle squeeze.

The moment your lips parted, his hips stilled and he allowed a thick string of spit to drop into your mouth. You clenched around him as molten lava filled your veins, eyes rolling back at the erotic act. You quickly swallowed just before his lips met yours, tongue sweeping into your mouth as he continued to fuck you. He let out one of the most primal sounds you’d ever heard from him and you eagerly drank it up, clenching around him again, this time on purpose.

His precise, sharp thrusts were dragging you closer and closer to the edge until you finally hit your limit. “Fuck, Sannie, ‘m gonna cum-” You warned, just barely pulling back from his lips.

“Me too, baby. Cum for me. Make a mess all over my cock.” His voice was deep and throaty as he granted you permission to let go. That’s exactly what you did. You let out something akin to a squeal of delight as your orgasm crashed down on you, your body jerking beneath your husband’s.

Your walls fluttering around him dragged him down with you and he moaned something about making you a mother as he came inside you, though you didn’t process his words. You were in a pleasant daze as you rode out your orgasm and nothing made much sense so you didn’t even attempt to comprehend what he’d said. All you could focus on was his cum already leaking out of you as his hips slowly came to a halt.

When you finally cracked your eyes open and peeked out at him, he was admiring you with an expression of pure adoration. Your cheeks went a soft pink but you didn’t speak, allowing the moment to last until he broke the silence. “I love you.” He whispered, smiling warmly when you returned the sentiment. “Why don’t you let me get you cleaned up and then we can go out to breakfast?” He suggested as he pulled out. When you nodded in agreement, he quickly scooted down the bed and grinned at you. “Since I didn’t get to taste you earlier, how about I do that to clean up my mess?” Before you could respond, his head was between your legs, lapping at his cum.

<-d-13 | d-15->

[elllisaaa]

NOT EASY FOR YOU - L. CHAN

KINKTOBER DAY 19 - OMORASHI + SPIT

SUMMARY : after having taken you out a on a bunch of dates, you got comfortable enough to invite chan to come have a last drink at your apartment after a night out. chan really needs to go to the bathroom, but he doesn't want to cut off the conversation flowding fludily between the two of you, especially not when he had been meaning to ask you out for ages. so he stays here and tries to not think about his growing need to pee, even if it might lead to an accident.

-> pairing : lee chan x fem!reader

-> words count : 2.1k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : sub!chan x dom!reader, omorashi & piss kink (if you don't like it, don't read !!), spit kink (obviously), reader and chan are both a little fucked up ngl, handjob, oral (m. receiving), cum eating, deepthroating, face fucking, use of 'good boy', begging

+ the way i'm depicting chan does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | svt masterlist | kinktober 2024

Chan had never been the one to make the first move when it came to relationships - he was too scared of rejection, too scared of breaking a blossoming friendship, too scared of not being interesting enough. So when Seungcheol introduced him to you as his friend, even if Chan was smitten by how breathtaking you looked, and how smart you were, he couldn’t bring himself to ask you out on a date for the life of him. 

And it stayed this way for months, despite all his friends and even Seungcheol pushing him to just shoot his shot because they knew for a fact that you were also interested in him - Chan still didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You actually had to make the first move, asking him out to the movies, just the two of you. And he was over the moon, couldn’t believe his luck nor how well this first date went, even when he was borderline awkward because of his nervousness.

But that didn’t stop him from asking you on a second date, and a third, and a fourth, and so on. Everytime Chan had a moment, he took you out and the both of you had the best time together. Tonight was no exception as he invited you to the restaurant, having made a reservation in a place you had told him about a few times already. Once again, everything went well, but as this night held the promise of going back to your place after, he felt all his nervousness from the first few dates come back full force. 

So Chan drank, a lot more than what he was used to - be it cocktails, wine or water, he just needed something to hopefully make the knot in his throat go away. And just as it was planned, the two of you went back to your apartment. It was the first time he went to your place, and here again, he wanted it to be perfect, he wanted everything to go well and not mess it up. You proposed the idea of having a last drink, and even if Chan was starting to feel really bloated from all the liquid he already had, he accepted, not wanting to turn you down. 

However, as you sat down on your couch to continue your discussion, he quickly realized that he would not be able to handle it for too long. He really needed to go to the bathroom, but he didn’t want to cut you off. Every time you talked about something that fascinated you - like right now - your eyes were sparkling and you seemed so excited to tell him all about it that he didn’t dare interrupt you, that all he wanted was to note down every little information about you. But maybe he should still ask you the way to your toilets ? Maybe he should have but he didn’t, sitting there and trying to hold back his urge as he closely listened to everything you had to tell him. 

"- Are you okay Channie ?"

Shit. You noticed. You noticed how squirmy he was getting and how he could hardly hold back at this point. But he really didn't want to get away from you, even for a minute. You kept on saying that you were having a good time with him, and he didn't want to lose his chance with you because he drank too much to water down his stress. 

"- Yeah, yeah, don't worry."

His excuse was lame but however, you seemed to choose to believe him as you returned back to the subject you were talking about before this interruption. And as much as Chan really didn't want to go to the bathroom, it was starting to become really, really urgent. He couldn't even focus on what you were saying for too long, too concentrated on not moving around too much and on not leaking in his underwear. 

Though, all it took was you putting your hand on his thigh for him to jump in place and feel himself let go just a little. Chan's eyes widened as he felt himself leak into his underwear. He was able to stop it before he grew a wet spot on his pants, but it was his signal that he had to go to the bathroom now before he literally pissed himself in front of you - which would be way more embarrassing than leaving you for a few minutes. He stood up quickly, making you confused at his strange behavior again. 

"- I... Uh, could I use your bathr-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, Chan felt himself leak again, but this time, he couldn't stop it. His hands got down to grab at his crotch in a desperate attempt to stop the flood but it was too late. He looked down in shame, whimpering as he watched the material of his pants get darker and pee pooling at his feet, the sound of it splattering onto the floor adding to this humiliating situation. Tears quickly filled up his eyes, feeling so embarrassed at literally pissing himself in front of his crush, and the fact that he could feel you staring at him made it even worse. He had earned himself a few dates with you, you even invited him over to your apartment, you trusted him, and he had to be an idiot and be disgusting. He didn't even know what to say when the flood finally stopped, not daring to look up at you but seeing the puddle he left on the floor was even more mortifying. Chan tried to hold back his tears as he looked to the side, hands still covering his crotch even if the rest of his beige pants were now soaked with piss. 

"- I... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm gonna clean up everything, I'm sorry."

As he was talking, he realized how shameful it all was, his voice breaking on the last word. You must be disgusted by him, and you would probably not want to see him ever again, and you would probably tell all his friends and yours, make fun of him and laugh at him. And maybe that was even more embarrassing. He didn't know, but at this moment, all he wanted was to be swallowed by the floor as he didn't even want to move to not make any more of a mess. 

"- Channie, look at me."

Your tone was soft and soothing, something he wouldn't have expected. He felt so bad right now, and it was hard to cross your gaze when he was literally standing in a puddle of his own piss but he did it nonetheless - because if it was his only chance to not make you hate him forever, he was taking it. Chan looked at you, cheeks burning up, and tears almost spilling out from his eyes. Though, you didn't seem disgusted at all, a glimpse of something else burning in your eyes. 

"- I'm really sorry, I don-

- Stop apologizing Channie, it's okay. 

- W-What !? 

- I said it's okay. You didn't do anything wrong, yeah ?

- But I-"

He interrupted himself, his cheeks heating up even more. He couldn't bring himself to say it out loud, too embarrassing to admit that he just pissed his pants in front of you. But to his surprise, you just giggled and stood up from the couch.

"- You're so cute. 

- M-Me ?

- Yeah, you baby. So stop being so embarrassed, okay ? Actually, I think it was pretty hot."

Chan couldn't believe what you were saying. That couldn't be true. Surely, you were only trying to make him feel better and let him down slowly. However, when you got closer to him - close enough to step into the puddle on the floor - he started to believe it a little more. 

"- Y-You thought it was hot ?

- Is that so hard to believe ?”

You had gotten close enough to be able to brush your fingers against his cheek, loving how he shuddered underneath your light touch. You smiled widely as you leaned in, mouth staying inches away from his for a few seconds before you kissed him, your lips moving against his as your eyes fluttered shut. 

“- Do you believe me now ?”

Your breath was falling on his parted lips, eyes blown out with desire. Chan couldn’t believe what was happening right now, he couldn’t believe that your first kiss was right there, with you standing in a puddle of his piss.

“- Y-Yes.”

His voice was still shaky, but he couldn’t control it. Not when you were slowly getting down to your knees with an attractive smile on your face. Chan opened his mouth to say something, but he quickly closed it again. The last thing he wanted was to stop you, even if the shame was still in a corner of his mind as he watched his pee soak up the material of your long skirt. 

“- You’re okay with this Channie ?”

The boy nodded at you, and he seemed so far gone already, it was really, really cute. You took his hands in yours, slowly moving them away from his crotch that he was still uselessly hiding. The sinful vision of you licking your lips as you took in his wet pants made him swallow loudly, getting harder by the seconds. 

“- Stop me if I go too far, okay ?

- Y-Yeah.”

But both of you knew that he would most likely not say no to you in this situation, you both wanted this to happen just as much. So you didn’t wait anymore to pull his pants and underwear down, revealing his cock to your hungry gaze. Chan was already half hard, and he didn’t even know if it was all because of the situation or because the way you reacted to his accident excited him more than it should have. 

“- Spit on it Channie.”

He looked in your eyes for a few seconds, as if to make sure that it was really what you wanted, before he opened his mouth and let his spit dribble down to your hands and his cock. You smiled up at him as you collected his saliva to jerk him off, adding your own to the mix and making him moan loudly, his eyes glued to the mess in between his thighs. 

“- Good boy.”

Chan never thought he’d be the type of guy to like being called that type of name, but coming from your mouth, it sounded so good, and he couldn’t help the way his hips were aimlessly bucking up into your hands, as if to take more and more of what you were giving him. Luckily, you seemed to take the hint as you got closer to his cock, until you could lick at his tip. 

“- Fuck… You’re so hot Y/N…”

You chuckled, because you couldn’t help but think he was cute, even in a situation like that. However, you still rewarded him by taking his cock in your mouth, pushing it as deep as you could and breathing through your nose as you jerked what you couldn’t fit yet. Chan was already a moaning mess, his fists closing at his side, hesitant to bury his hands in your hair and fuck your throat like he meant it, but he didn’t want to push his luck. 

That was until you noticed and reached for his left hand, bringing it to the back of your head. And when Chan experimentally tugged on your hair, you hummed in approval around his dick. That was enough to make him definitely lose his mind. From then on, the cute and shy Chan you knew disappeared, replaced by a man who could never get enough. He thrusted into your mouth roughly, contrasting with how whiny and desperate he sounded whenever you swirled your tongue around his length. 

“- I-I’m close… Can I… Can I cum in your mouth, please, please ?”

You hummed around him, and that was his last straw. He stilled his hips, his cock buried deep into your throat as he came. You did your best to swallow as much of his release as you could, his whimpers elevating the longer you sucked around him. When you finally let him go, you were both out of breath, but you were far from having had enough fun. You stood up quickly, immediately going for a kiss that swept Chan off his feet. And as he let your tongue in, you spit back a mixture of his piss, his cum and both your saliva back in his mouth. The sinful action made him whimper against your mouth, and you smirked as you detached yourself from him, licking your lips as you stared at the beautiful mess you left behind you - the puddle of piss still covering the floor, and Chan looking so fucked out already. 

“- You definitely earned yourself another date Channie.”

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Hi love you blog. I don’t see much of Greek mythology x reader content. So glad that i found you blog.

If you can you do a reader that gives gifts in goods. Whether it be food, desserts, hand made clothes or other crafts. Just a genuine gift giver type of person. This can be with anyone you pick I don’t really mind.

If so then thank you in advance.

Why of course, darling! I'm glad you found me to- and sincerely hope you proceed to enjoy the rest of your time here!

If you ever have a specific kind of word count (not exceeding 2000) that you would like me to get around, I can absolutely do that as well!

Feel free to ask for others, or for anything else

Adoration

Featured: Apollo x Reader

Summary: Apollo appreciates your gifts

Reader is: Utterly gender neutral

Words: 299! (Do feel free to ask for a bit longer versions)

Type: Scenario, fluff

Requested? As you can see, absolutely! And I would like to thank you for asking

You had always been a gift giver for just about as long as you could remember. It was natural to you– spending hours sewing together outfits, crafting intricate and fun designs, baking all variations of foods. It’s something people adored you for– one person in particular.

Apollo was utterly smitten with you. To you, he may have just casually been a guy that you’d ran into when he’d come to return something you’d dropped, but to him?

Gods, you were adorable.

And you thought he was rather adorable, too– Constantly humming a tune, perhaps writing something down, or writing you poems of some kind (his favourite being haiku’s). 

What had brought you together had actually, funnily enough, been the gifts. As a thank you, you’d made him a scarf. “For the colder months,” You’d insisted, holding it out to him.

He’d taken it– and from then on out, it was almost like you couldn’t get rid of him. He’d hang around your house and positively fawn over anything you gifted him at all, despite being a god who could likely get far better quality than what you may have been making.

“It means more, coming from you,” He would smile that brilliant, warm smile of his that lit up the golden markings on his cheeks– and he meant it.

It did mean more.

It was from you, after all.

[kurishiri]

epilogue . . . alfons main story — blind love (with letter)

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— cw: a bit suggestive.

To him, love was a fleeting thing, and the everyday fragile.

So, that was why every day and every second, I wanted to engrave his heart and body, and hold it dear.

——That was how I loved this beloved illusion.

Kate: Roger, I found an account from this church that could be of interest.

Roger: Hm? Which one? Let me have a look.

Sometimes I would go to the basement, continuing to research matters concerning the ‘Curse of the Mirror’ alongside Roger.

Reading through documents was a given, but we would also narrow down places and people to conduct interviews as well.

(And Alfons is... ah, he’s sleeping.)

He seemed adverse to cooperating in the research, but for some reason, Alfons would accompany me every single time,

always spending his time freely, fiddling around with the tools for experiment, reading a book, or sleeping on the bed used for examinations and the like.

Roger: Al, lend your arm real quick.

Alfons: Whaaat...? ...No way. You are probably trying to draw blood from me yet again anyhow, no? Are you that smitten by my blood, you deviant?

Roger: For sure, I do like the valuable sample to monitor the blood transfusion process that is your blood.

Although his expression was distorted by displeasure, he would end up cooperating once every ten times.

(Hehe... he reminds me of a moody cat.)

Seeing Alfons’ profile cheered me up, and once again I turned back to the documents,

so that I wouldn’t forget the visage of the one who bore the Curse of the Mirror.

—— Time skip ——

Kate: Thank you for accompanying me again today.

Alfons: Hardly. If anything, thank you for your hard, albeit fruitless work today.

Kate: Hehe, it’ll bear fruit in the end, so you can rest easy.

Alfons: Yes, yes, I very much look forward to that.

(Ah... there it is again.)

Alfons would sometimes look at me with his eyes narrowed, as though he were looking at something bright.

(I like when he does that... it’s like he’s trying to burn the sight into his memories.)

Just as much as myself, it felt like Alfons, too,

tried to engrave me into his heart and body.

Alfons wasn’t one to say things like ‘I love you’ or ‘I like you’ very liberally,

so finding the ‘truth’ in these small gestures of his had grown into a habit of mine that made me happy.

Alfons: Ahh, also, Kate.

Kate: Yes...?

Alfons: I will be out once again tonight. And I won’t be returning until the next morning, so you can head to bed first.

I wanted to ask, ‘Where are you going?’ but I swallowed the words down.

—— Flashback ——

Alfons: When it comes to playing at night, it does pain me to say, but I reckon I won’t be able to stop that. It’s my hobby, pleasure, and my life work, you see.

A: The same applies to drinking and going around showing illusions——but.

A: I would very much like to try my best loving you back to the fullest.

A: So, when it comes to kisses, loving caresses, and sex... I won’t do it with anyone but you.

—— End flashback ——

I had yet to tail him to see whether his not doing such things with ‘anyone but me’ was true.

(After all... I believe in his words.)

That said, on days he went out to the city at night, I would end up thinking about nothing but him.

And when I thought about how even on those nights, Alfons carved himself deeply within me, it was endearing.

Kate: ...Alright. Have a good night out then.

Alfons: Ahha! Then how about not making such a blatantly lonely face?

Kate: ? I’m not really lonely. This is the norm, isn’t it...

Alfons: Well that leaves me in quite a pickle then. By all means, please feel the loneliness even at the norm.

Kate: Wha...

Alfons: Well then, until tomorrow.

With that, he pecked my cheeks before departing for the entrance.

(Jeez... first he says don’t make a lonely face, only for him to say right after to feel lonely...)

Roger: That guy’s pretty full of himself, huh?

Kate: R-Roger... So you were listening?

When I turned around, Roger was in the middle of the staircase leading to the basement, a mischievous smile on his face.

Roger: How about I keep you company while he’s not around, if you’re lonely?

Kate: No, it’s fine. I really am not lonely at all.

Roger: Ho-oh?

After sparing a glance toward the entrance, where Alfons disappeared,

in one smooth motion, Roger grabbed my chin and——

Roger: I think I get what Al was saying. The way your lips pout when you’re sulking is pretty cute.

Kate: ——mngh!?

He then stole my lips as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Kate: Wh... why this all of a sudden...!?

In a panic I pushed him away, and Roger quirked his lips up, not showing an ounce of remorse.

Roger: ‘Cause you’re a good woman who acts tough even when lonely, and Al’s full of openings.

(W...what should I do...)

Kate: And after Alfons told me he wouldn’t kiss anyone but me...

Roger: ... (O_O)

R: Pfft, haha! I see now, lil lady, so that’s what you were all hung up on.

Paying no mind to how I was growing pale, Roger stifled his laughter, amused.

Kate: ...? What else could I mean but that?

Roger: Haha... nothing, I say. Nothing. Sorry for teasing you. I won’t do it anymore, so you can relax.

R: Ahh, but if he makes you cry, I might end up doing something I shouldn’t.

R: I happen to like crying faces, you know.

Kate: Wh—absolutely not...! I don’t intend to cry anyway!

Roger’s lips quirked egotistically, and as if running from him, I ran up the stairs.

And then——the next day.

(Yesterday’s kiss... was on me, for not being on my guard.)

(I’ll have to be more careful from now on so there is no next time at all.)

(...It wasn’t as though I was going out of my way to make Alfons feel bad, so I think this matter is best kept a secret.)

Alfons: Why, what’s got you so positively troubled, Kate?

Kate: Eek...!?

He gave a poke to my side, causing me to jump up.

Alfons: Aha, quite sensitive, are you? Could it be in a lascivious kind too?

Kate: No, it just tickled...!

Alfons, who had returned in the morning, just woke up, and with his shirt disheveled from sleeping, he let out an amused laugh.

(Yeah, I think that matter should definitely stay a secret...)

(It’s not like Alfons tells me what he does at night either, so...!)

As a change of pace, I announced my plans for today.

Kate: Anyway, more than that, today’s the day I draw your portrait, right?

Alfons: Why of course, clear as day. Ah, perhaps I should take this off?

Kate: No, the way you are right now is fine.

Alfons placed his hands on his shirt button, when I stopped him and pushed him down on the chair.

Alfons: If the ink is going to disappear, you wanted to test out making a painting in its stead?

A: And the day before that, by that same line of logic, you also took photos, no?

A: Oh, and sometime before that, I seem to recall you using a gramophone or some recent technology like that to record my voice...

Kate: Just in case, okay! Anyway, stay still now.

Alfons: Yes, alright.

After some bantering, Alfons crossed his long legs and rested his chin on his hand.

I set up the easel and canvas, then began to sketch.

Alfons: So you can paint pictures as well, can you, Kate? I didn’t know.

Kate: But I can’t draw? That’s why I’m practicing.

K: But I’ll be good at it by the time I become a grandma, and I’ll become a master artist.

Alfons: Ahha! Are you implying you intend to live with me until your elderly years?

A: What rose-colored glasses you must wear, given your partner works for an assassination organization.

(Of course, I do know that. And nobody knows when death comes knocking either.)

The things I’m doing right now also may not amount to much when it comes to overcoming his fate as well.

(But, even so...)

Kate: But that’s exactly why I want to engrave this moment we’re living together in me.

Alfons: ...Hehe, what an earnest soul.

Once again, Alfons kept his eyes on me as though he were looking at something dazzling.

Every time I looked at him to make sure I got his figure, my eyes would meet with that look I’ve come to hold so dear, causing my heart to skip a beat.

(I-I have to focus.)

As if to rid myself of any distractions, I moved the charcoal. But...

(This... I can’t even say this can even amount to a ‘lack of skill.’)

The more lines I connected, the more despair I felt at the result.

Alfons: Is there something wrong? You’ve been growing ever more paler, dare I say.

Kate: Ah, don’t move from there... agh, don’t look!

Alfons: Let’s see now——

The moment he laid his eyes on the canvas with the disastrous drawing on it,

Alfons, paying no mind to any consideration, pointed at the painting and burst out laughing.

Alfons: Ahaha! T-this... are you telling me that’s a person, by any chance? Ahahahaha!

Kate: From now on, I say! From now on, I’ll get better!

Alfons: Hah... truly, you are quite interesting.

After laughing so hard to the point of tears, Alfons took the charcoal from my hand.

Kate: Ah...!

Alfons: Say, Kate.

A: If you do want to improve... wouldn’t it be better to get to know my body even more?

Kate: ...!

Hearing his seductive tone——my body started to sweetly ache suddenly, as if a switch had flipped on then and there.

My fingers, no longer holding the charcoal after having been taken away by Alfons, was tempted toward the buttons on his shirt.

Kate: ...Your shirt... it’ll get stained...

Alfons: Then by all means, go ahead and stain it, with your fingers.

He went out of his way to use suggestive wording as he relished my reactions.

(I know that... and yet...)

He made me imagine lewd scenarios, as expected, and my body became wet on its own with anticipation.

(...It’s like I’m being trained to Alfons’ tastes,)

(and it is embarrassing... but it also makes me happy.)

After all, it was proof that he was carving his love into me——

And I ended up feeling happy, to a hopeless extent.

When I took off his buttons, Alfons invited my fingertips within.

Alfons: See now, if you touch me like this... you can get to know my figure better, no?

Kate: ...!

While being guided by him, my fingers went from his chest to his stomach, as though tracing his muscles——

Kate: ah... Alfons...

Alfons: Make sure you remember this shape well, alright?

——By the time I touched his heat, I had already fallen into his sweet trap.

—— Time skip ——

Alfons: You took my picture, recorded my voice, and even made a painting... but in the end, none of them may be left behind, you know.

After the sketching gradually devolved into a sweet moment in bed——

I was sulking while Alfons was playing languidly with my hair with an amused smile.

Alfons: I actually did not like photos, you know?

Kate: ...Really?

Alfons: Indeed. All that to say, you have taken my virginity when it comes to photos, so be sure to take responsibility for that.

He booped the tip of my nose, and my heart throbbed sweetly in response, having forgotten I was sulking before.

(Alfons, who had tried to throw aside this relationships without taking responsibility and disappear,)

(was now saying binding words to this relationship, like ‘take responsibility’ and whatnot...)

I felt happiness bubble up inside me at that——but at the same time, I remembered something I had felt guilty about.

(Here Alfons is, trying his best to love me to the fullest,)

(so thinking I should keep a secret from him... is not really good, is it.)

Kate: U-um... Alfons, actually, I have something I need to apologize for...

Alfons: Well I’ll be, an amusing feeling does tickle me. So, what is it?

Kate: I...

K: While you were out, I got kissed by Roger.

Alfons: ......... (O_O)

Kate: So, I’m really sorry...

After a bout of surprise——Alfons burst out laughing, his shoulders trembling.

(W-why is he laughing...?)

Alfons: Ahh... you...really are... hehe——

A: For the record, if it’s a ‘kiss you don’t really mean,’ then by all means, go kiss however many times you fancy.

Kate: Wha—!? But, you said you wouldn’t do it with anyone but me...

Alfons: It hardly counts if you were forced into it anyhow, no? That’s nothing but an accident, I’d say.

(Oh, I see, thank goodness… hm? But wait…)

Kate: Wouldn’t that mean you also don’t count such kisses then?

Alfons: Oopsie, that was my bad. I got a tad loose-lipped there.

Kate: ………Ever since you told me you would only kiss me, how many times have you kissed?

Alfons: Weeell, my memory is quite a bit foggy. Perhaps two or three times, if I had to guess?

(I swear, this man——!)

Going on top of him, I pressed my lips on his in a reckless motion.

I found it frustrating how his lips took in mine with an amused smile playing on them.

Kate: Mm… Alfons, you good-for-nothing, you!

Alfons: Oh, I am very well aware of that.

Kate: You womanizer! Liar! Pervert!

Alfons: Why, that last one does have a positively nice ring to my ears, yes?

Kate: Eek…

I tumbled down onto the bed, our positions reversed.

The springs of the bed sounded as Alfons went on top of me.

Alfons: And… have you come to dislike this good-for-nothing, womanizer, liar and pervert?

Kate: …I……! ——!

While doing things he shouldn’t, he already knew how I would answer as he smiled like the devil.

And as if to burn the sight of each of my reactions in him——his eyes narrowed like he was looking at something bright.

(There he goes again, playing with my feelings like a toy and teasing me… he really is out there.)

(But…)

Kate: I… I like… it…

(I can’t bear to think about a life without you in it anymore.)

Alfons: And I as well, Kate.

Those lips, curved up in an arc, showered kisses on me.

I didn’t want this playful exchange between us to end.

Until they were engraved into my memory, and left a scar that would never fade away, I wanted it to last forevermore.

Today as well, a gloomy darkness blanketed over London, as always.

The man who went around showing illusions as a temporary escape from reality threw his body into the darkness of the night once again.

Roger: Heading out again? You just never learn, do you.

Alfons: I could very much say the same for you. Do you find it that fun to talk with me?

Roger: Well, if only I could find out what you’re really up to, what with you making her lonely and uncertain every time.

Alfons: And what makes you think I would openly share that with you?

Roger: Beats me. But if there ever comes a day you don’t come back the next morning, I’ll be taking the lil lady.

R: ——What would you do, if I said that?

Alfons: Ahha! Are you insinuating that I’ll once again up and kick the bucket just like that?

With a smile, Alfons turned toward Roger.

Alfons: The prospect of dying first can dig itself in a ditch for all I care.

A: Even if it’s by one minute — or even by a single second — I will die after Kate.

A: After all, I would just loathe to be forgotten by her, you see.

A: Ahh, and before I forget——

Roger: …!

He grabbed Roger by the collar and pulled him in.

With a smile plastered on his face, those ashy gray eyes seemed to contain an icy, murderous intent.

Alfons: …The next time you kiss Kate, I will bite off these lips of yours.

Spitting out those words as if trying to hit him with them, he turned his back and frock coat on the castle and departed.

Roger: I see now. …So even the way he loves is a handful.

As Roger saw him off, he immediately heard two people’s footsteps.

Kate: …Oh, Roger, what good timing.

Roger: Hm? What’s up, lil lady… and is that Elbert?

Elbert: I was taking a stroll… when Kate called out to me…

Kate: Roger, could you help with tail… or rather, umm, oh yes, that’s it!

K: Could you accompany us… on this stroll while watching his back?

Roger: …So the lil lady’s love is also the same.

Kate: Did you say something…?

Roger: Nope, I was just talking to myself.

To him, love was a fleeting thing, and the everyday fragile.

So that’s why, no matter if it was night or day, he would play me and drive me to insanity——that was his way of love.

He seemed to enjoy it more since falling in love with me.

And today as well, I was being played by this villainous, yet ever endearing illusion.

To you, my beloved

I tried to add on ‘my beloved’ and whatnot.

So, how goes it? Did your heart skip a beat or two?

I’m the one who wrote it of my own volition, but I couldn’t help but laugh.

After all, this is the first time ever writing something as colorful as ‘my beloved’... it just seemed like I wasn’t myself, like this wasn’t reality at all.

However, when looking at those words, I am sure that more likely than not, you would have a happy grin on your face, and when I thought of that, it wasn’t a bad feeling.

Ah, wouldn’t you say this has come to sound a bit like a love letter? I suppose I really can do it if I try.

Someday, the words I’ve penned on this paper with this ink will fade to nothing.

So that’s why, Kate, engrave these words in your eyes and your mind... so you may never forget.

And now at this point, it’s become a tad like a cursed letter, so I will end it around here.

Ahh, it completely slipped my mind to write out a naughty invitation that you so seem to enjoy. Indeed, how unlike me.

What shall it be tonight... Well, I suppose I’ll use this quill to play a little prank on your body. Do look forward to it, alright? Well then, until next time.

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One Night (24)

Despite Utahime Iori’s better judgment, she finds herself seated in a spare dojo with her legs tucked underneath her and her phone in hand. She came here to mediate. None of the students come here, so it’s a great place for her to get away and gather her thoughts.

That was the plan.

“What am I doing?” She mutters, mindlessly scrolling through Gojo Satoru’s social media, of all things. It isn’t so much about him as it is curiosity about her.

Oh.

So that’s Higurashi Kagome. She’s beautiful. Utahime untucks her legs from underneath her and hunches over. This is the woman that drives the strongest crazy? Well, it probably doesn’t take much since there must be some screws loose in that idiot’s head, but what would make anyone want to settle down with Gojo Freaking Satoru?

He’s loud. Abrasive. Looks down on those weaker than him, so basically everyone, and he’s always late. There are no redeeming qualities about him. He’s as bad as Geto Suguru, just without the whole murder thing, but even that is flimsy.

Utahime presses her lips together. Higurashi-san looks kind, but maybe she’s as depraved as Gojo. Or maybe she doesn’t know how he truly is. He’s kept her hidden all this time like a dirty secret.

“There you are!” Mei Mei says, startling Utahime.

“Oh! Mei Mei, what are you doing here?” She slides the phone into her pocket and stands, dusting her pants off. “I was attempting to mediate, but I just can’t seem to focus.”

Mei Mei stops and cocks her head to the side. Her signature braid is gone, unraveled, though she’s wearing her normal uniform. “I had a meeting, but I’m in the mood for some tea and something sweet now. You can tell me what’s on your mind. I know the perfect spot.”

Today must be a series of bad calls because Utahime joins Mei Mei for tea and proceeds to spill everything that is bothering her. The cafe is busy, but they get a seat in the back.

Mei Mei purses her red lips together and leans back in the brown chair. Some new pop group plays over the speakers. “I think your dislike of Gojo is clouding your judgment.”

Utahime huffs. Of course, Mei Mei would say that. Gojo gives her a ton of yen to do who knows what. “No, I am being objective here. That poor woman doesn’t know who she is dealing with.”

“I’ve met her,” Mei Mei says, “and poor is not a word I would use to describe her. If anything, I would go as far as to say she holds the reins in that relationship. Gojo is quite smitten with her.” Mei Mei picks up the white cup and stares at the liquid. “Any person who can cause Gojo of all sorcerers to lose control is a force to be reckoned with.”

“But he kept her and their children hidden,” Utahime hisses. “Like they are some dirty secret, so he could continue doing whatever he wanted.”

Mei Mei sets the cup down and sighs. “You’re usually smarter than this,” she chastises. “Their oldest is only six and can do a domain expansion. Their youngest has the six eyes and limitless. There are bounties on their heads. Some have gone after them already now that their existence is known. You need to set aside your hatred for Gojo. He did what he had to do to protect his family.”

Utahime flushes pink, properly chastised. She wants to sink into the seat or the floor, but she keeps her composure. Is she wrong? Mei Mei doesn’t stick up for anyone. And surely she heard wrong about his oldest being able to pull off a domain expansion. That is absurd. “Do you think...” She leans forward and lowers her voice, “Do you think sex is really that great to cause blackouts?”

Mei Mei laughs. She wipes her eye with her finger. “Is that what this is about?” A few chuckles slip past her lips as she continues to wipe at her eyes. “Did you hate fuck Gojo when you were younger? You can tell me,” she teases. “All those years of him picking on you. Did it get to you?”

“No!” Is she out of her mind? There’s no chance in hell she would sleep with him.

“... Do you want to?”

Utahime squeaks. “Absolutely not!” She turns her head, mortified at the looks being thrown their way. “No, I don’t want him. I just don’t believe it can really be that good.”

Mei Mei leans forward and grabs her hand. “To be fair, Gojo is the strongest and Kagome-san is...” Mei Mei leans back. “She isn’t weak. I think you just need to find someone to crack that back. Someone that isn’t so nice.”

“What’s wrong with nice guys?” Utahime mutters. Is it so wrong to want it all? Surely there are nice men out there who will listen to her when she gets home and tell her everything is going to be okay. Someone polite and dependable. She sniffs. Sounds like Nanami-san to be honest, but he is also so stiff. She needs someone nice and not so stiff when it matters. There must be a man out there like that.

“They clearly aren’t doing it for you if you have to question if sex can really be that good.” Mei Mei reaches into her purse. “There is someone that wants to meet up with you. Tonight.”

Utahime narrows her eyes. She should have seen this coming when Mei Mei offered to pay for their drinks and pastries. “Please do not say Gojo Satoru.”

Mei Mei’s brows pinch together. “It’s for a date. Gojo would never want to meet up with you for something not jujutsu related.” She snorts, as though the idea is absurd.

Utahime bites her tongue. Not to stop herself from lashing out, but to distract herself from the pain in her chest. Her heart is cracking. Her self-esteem is in tatters. It’s not about Gojo. It’s Mei Mei’s tone.

It’s...

Okay. Fine. She’s jealous. Not because Higurashi-san is with Gojo, but because she is everything Utahime is not. She wants someone to look past the ugly scar on her face. Someone devoted to her. Men take one look at her and grimace with disgust just because of the scar on her face. It’s not as though she can just blurt out, she got hurt taking down a curse that Gojo had to exorcise for her because it was too much.

“Anyway, just keep an open mind... and you do owe me one,” Mei Mei continues.

Utahime freezes. Her back stiffens. Mei Mei is actually using the binding vow for a date? She should have never created one with Mei Mei, but she was young and didn’t know any better. “Are you serious?”

Mei Mei shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, I wasn’t planning on ever using it, but...” She pulls a card out of her purse and slides it across the table. “If you need a dress, then we can go shopping.”

Utahime picks up the card and frowns. “Who am I meeting? Do I know them?” The card has the time and address of the restaurant she is expected to meet this mystery man at. There’s nothing about a dress code or a name, or even a phone number.

“Naoya.”

The card falls from her fingertips. “Mei Mei—”

“Binding vow, remember. You could break it but...it’s just one date. You don’t have to marry the guy. And besides, he might surprise you.”

Surprise her? Utahime swallows and picks the card up from the floor. A date with Naoya? She touches the scar. Naoya wants to date her? He isn’t put off by the scar?

“Okay, you don’t—”

“I’ll go!”

“Wait, really?”

She nods and touches the scar again. “He’s not my ideal man, but I’m curious. Why me? He could have his pick, you know?” There are rumors that Naoya is the next Zenin head, and he is strong. Maybe not special grade strong, but Gojo Satoru is a monster, and no one should look up to him for guidance.

Mei Mei opens her mouth as though she wants to say something, but she closes it at the last second.

“What is it?”

“You grew up on a shrine, right?”

“Yes? What does that have to do with anything?”

“Nothing.” Mei Mei smiles. “He mentioned off-hand how much he liked your uniform.”

Utahime scrunches her nose. What a strange thing to like. “I need a dress.” She stands and pushes down the giddiness bubbling in her stomach. Naoya is younger than her and while she would prefer someone older, Naoya is accomplished. Maybe he isn’t that bad. If someone could love Gojo, then... Utahime smiles.

She’s got a hot date tonight.

Satoru sneezes and sneezes and then sneezes again. What the hell? Who’s talking shit about him? He wrinkles his nose and frowns, feeling another sneeze coming.

“Satoru,” his father calls as he walks out of the house with Shippo by his side and Himari behind him with Koushi in her arms. “We’re headed out. Taking the boys shopping and then we’re have a late lunch or early dinner.”

Satoru nods and then squats down. “Shippo, listen to your grandmother and grandfather, alright?”

“I know. I know. Mama already gave me the whole spiel.” Shippo rolls his eyes and then walks closer. He cups a hand around his mouth. “I want a TV in my room,” he whispers.

“And your mom said no,” Satoru whispers back.

“Mama packed a bottle just in case. If you get me a TV in my room, I can keep Grandma and Grandpa entertained longer.”

Satoru sucks his teeth. What a shrewd son he is raising. To think that he, Gojo Satoru, would be swayed by such a thing. “Keep them out long enough for an early dinner, and I’ll talk to your mom about it.”

Shippo squints and then nods his head. “I’ll accept that.”

“What are you two talking about?” Himari asks. She moves closer to the old man’s side. Satoru stares for a moment. There’s something off about them. Their body language is... he can’t put his finger on it, but something is different about them. Their outfits are even complimentary.

“Just talking about Christmas. You know that’ll be here before we know it.” He stands and then smiles at Koushi, who balls up a fist. “Koushi? What did I do?”

Koushi babbles and turns his head. Himari blinks and raises a brow.

“Why were the muffins lopsided this morning? Mama doesn’t make mistakes,” Shippo says. “You know why Koushi is mad at you.” He plants his hands on his hips and stares at him.

Satoru coughs. “Anyway, you guys need to get a move on it. Kagome and I have missions to take care of.” Satoru leans forward to kiss Koushi’s forehead, but there’s a barrier between them.

“What are you doing?” Syouma questions.

“My sons are geniuses,” Satoru says with a tight smile. “Alright, Koushi, I’ll see you when you get home.” Man, Koushi really holds a grudge. He rubs the back of his head and heads inside the house with a wave goodbye. “Kagome!” Satoru bites his bottom lip as he stands in the genkan, waiting for Kagome. Maybe she needs help?

“I’m coming, hold on,” Kagome yells back. When she comes into view, Satoru’s heart leaps to his throat. “Ready?”

“You’re fighting in that?” He swallows as he eyes her legs in the black tights. That red dress is short. Looks like it is made of satin and fuck. That neckline leaves nothing to the imagination. She’s not wearing a bra. His eyes drift down to her legs again. Is she wearing underwear? Kami, he hopes not.

“Fighting?” Kagome laughs. “If that’s what you want to call it.”

She’s dressed as if they are going on a date and not to exorcise a couple of curses. Are they going to make it to the first spot? Because he’s tempted to haul her into the bedroom and say to hell with work.

Kagome crosses her arms. “Do you not like it?”

“I love it,” he says, voice stained. “Wanna rip those tights so badly.”

“I packed extra. Everything is in the car.”

Packed extra? “Even the tripod?”

“Goodness, you are hopeless,” she jokes, sliding into a pair of black heels that are for sure going to end up over his shoulders before the day is over.

He can’t help himself and he’s never been on to hold back, so Satoru reaches for her, pulling her into his arms and kisses her. Kagome gasps and that brief intake of breath nearly does him in. He’s holding on to a sliver of control, for her sake. She wants to go with him on his missions, and damn it, he’s going to show off like never before.

“I love you,” he says fervently. His hand slides down, but Kagome pulls away. She wags a finger at him.

“Oh, no you don’t. Save it for the movie you asked for.” She tosses a look over her shoulder as she opens the door to the garage.

But he wants to touch her now. Satoru closes his eyes and inhales. “What about something to tide me over?” He slides his blindfold down. The strain isn’t bad when he’s with Kagome, and he knows how much she enjoys looking at his eyes. He closes the door behind him and then opens the passenger door for her.

They could fit three cars in here. He needs to take her car shopping sometime.

Leaning on the door, he watches as Kagome slides into the seat. She looks up at him and smiles. He smiles back. The way she looks at him turns his body inside out. His heart feels so light. Sometimes he has to stop himself from levitating because of how loose she makes him feel. Kagome toys with the end of her dress and then lifts it ever so slightly.

Satoru swears he isn’t breathing anymore. He wets his lips. “How many pairs of tights did you pack?”

“Guess you better get us to the mission site if you want to find out—Satoru!”

“Looks like we’re already here,” he quips. First time he’s ever teleported a car, but hey, at least they don’t have to worry about getting any speeding tickets now.

“You’re something else,” Kagome says with a laugh. She gets out of the car and gives him a look that has his cock hardening. “Aren’t you going to give me a show?” She nods her head towards the building. Satoru stifles a groan. He loves it when she puts up a barrier and that first rush of her powers flares across his skin.

“I’ll give ya a show, alright.”

***

A/N:

Happy Halloween! Wasn't gonna update but then Naoya wouldn't leave me alone so I had to write something.

And yes, you are being edged with this 'movie' lmao. It will be from Kagome's POV since it will be more of her taking the lead. Speaking of taking the lead, I'm still brainstorming the punishment for Brat Tamer, because he is already causing problems in chapter 2.

Have a great rest of the week! I'll see you guys on Sunday. Get plenty of rest and drink lots of water!

[marc--chilton]

(mgv) OAUUGHHH lawrence and adam rooming together out of the hospital because it's made VERY CLEAR that they need each other close and safe after the trap. like @lucradiss said, they had to be moved into the same room because even after the smell of blood and shit and fear were cleaned off of them, their distress scent -- raw and unfiltered "NEED, COME BACK, DON'T LEAVE, WHERE ARE YOU, NEED YOU" -- was palpable enough to send their respective floors into a state of unease. and adam's being evicted, and tensions are high between lawrence and alison right now, so....

their new place doesn't scream "doctor's salary" but it's not a shithole either. one floor, too. at first they're in separate rooms but..... lawrence hasn't slept alone in years, and not having adam as close as possible still gives him some unease (if he can't see him how can he be sure he ever came back for him, got him out of there, let him live). he doesn't even get a chance to wheel by adam's room before the man himself is slipping into his. "keep seein' shit in the shadows. think i gotta take the door off my closet."

lawrence grants him half his bed easily. he also learns fairly quickly that adam is a funny sleeper. he burrows and squirms relentlessly in his sleep until he's nearly sideways with his head on lawrence's ribs. one time he woke up to adam sprawled bonelessly across his middle, slightly crushing him but mostly just endearing himself to lawrence.

the point of no return for Feeling Something More for adam was when diana stayed for the weekend. they hit it off well in the hospital already, so he wasn't worried about that. no, it was simply how much adam worried about making her feel safe there, because it might be her dad's place, but her dad has a roommate now and they didn't meet under fantastic circumstances. he doesn't want her to see him like zep, like some stranger in a home that isn't his.

(it is his home, though.)

he's trying so hard for this eight year old who's been through some shit, he wants her to like him, to be okay with him being there, and it chokes lawrence up if he thinks about it too hard. it feels a lot like a binding point between his old life and his new one. he loves them. he loves him.

diana learns what a 'pup pile' is that night. she has no siblings to pile up with, so she never got to learn, which just Isn't Right in adam's eyes. so that night adam stuffs them into their bed with the pillows and blankets from his old room they'll convert to be diana's, says, "three's not much a pile, but we'll work with what we got, right?" and hustles them into something comfortable, twined and piled on each other.

and if lawrence cries a few happy tears that night, well, he's allowed some by now, isn't he?

[demaparbat-hp]

Beautiful

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

I nod along attentively, but the truth is, I can't concentrate

[ssaraexposs]

THE PROMISE THAT WILL CHANGE THE COURSE OF HISTORY

[hauntingofhouses]

mizutaigen is literally like. the first "toxic" m/f ship i've ever cared for. cuz like usually my taste in m/f ships is basically "unhinged baddie" x "badass wifeguy" *

* (see:yen/geralt. trevor/sypha. adolin/shallan. kataang but katara is sane and they're literally so wholesome like theyre traumatised kids in love who are each other's emblem of hope in a war-torn world! so basically they don't count. anyway. i'm rambling.)

and to that end my friend called mizutaigen yaoi-adjacent and im like. yeah you're right actually cuz like hell yeah non-binary mizu and bisexual taigen rights and all the gender fuckery in the show in general

but also like.

theres just SOMETHING else about mizutaigen that just GETS me. like there's a special secret sauce like the pheromones in that one sephora lotion attracting spiders and i am the silly spider!!! there's just something about it!!! it's not even the enemies to lovers trope cuz i personally am not even usually into that (obv it's fine if you are. but yk.)

so as i keep rotating these thoughts around i thiiink it's the fact that, yknow, theyre so similar. like i honestly truly think they could be besties in another universe: a kinder universe where taigen was not taught to hate. a universe where mizu was not born a girl in a deeply misogynistic society or half-white in a xenophobic homogeneous society.

yeah now that i think about it that really just might be THE secret sauce!!! like the fact that they COULD be perfect and happy together, if only things were different, if only they werent themselves.

smth v bittersweet about that's just driving me insane and makes me want to root for them to overcome all those obstacles, to say "fuck all that" (re:the world and all its fucked up shit) and find each other in the end. to eventually become each other's fav person and confidant. who obv still bicker and tease and insult each other all the time but they dont really mean any of it and over time it just becomes a running gag between them and no one else has to get it because it's just between the two of them.

[hawkeyeslaughter]

ohh early seasons bj would listen to chapell roan but the mash fandom does not want to hear that

[camellcat]

thinking about angel!Liam just absolutely fucking decking demon!Theo

Liam is, at first, completely horrified, right? like, oh, dear heavens, he just punched someone! that's not very holy of him! ...but also, Theo is a demon... surely he's just... acting within his angelic duties... to thwart demon wiles... yeah...?

and Theo cannot decide whether to laugh his ass off because he just got an angel to punch someone or start panicking that maybe he's pushed Liam too far and he'll be discoperated or smth. which ofc he won't be bc Liam (as much as he loath to admit it) does not hate Theo, but they are not at the stage in which Theo is certain of that!!

but once Theo gets him back it (dreadfully, in Liam's opinion, and cruelly giddily in Theo's) becomes a Thing.