#so time to push it onto one of my fav pairings :o)

[strawhattapi]

✨Can I be close to you?✨

Based off this song.

[iheardarumorhoe]

the screw-up, vol. 1

pairing: Vanya x gn!reader

a/n: one of my fav tropes <333 im a bad writer just pretend its good :') (takes place in season 1 after harold)

Taglist: @iheardarumorthings @tkclips@fivevanyaklaus @hawkinsupdates @totally-not-a-fae @ourgoddessathena <33333

() = thoughts

() = onomatopoeia

You had been friends with Vanya for a while now, but you never met her siblings. You assumed she had a good reasoning for it, like they're rude, or she's embarrassed of them, or she hates you. You were pretty sure she didn't hate you, but you couldn't know that for sure, unless you asked. "Hey Van?" She looked up from her phone to answer you, without moving or putting it down. "mhm?"

"I wanna meet your family" You said, knocking her phone out of her hands so she'd look up at you. "Sure!"

what? "Okay." "You're on. Tomorrow night. Dinner. Be there."

"w-why wouldnt i be there its my f-" You interrupted her.

"SHHUhAShH!" "Just be there."

~~~~~ the night of said event ~~~~~

*knock knock*

"Hello, Miss Vanya, and who might this be?" you knew Pogo was a chimp, but tbh you thought she was joking, it was a weird time-

"Y/n." She beamed. "Well, its nice to meet you, Miss Y/n." "Come on in!" Pogo escorted the two of you to the den or whatever its called,

and Grace made you all dinner while you introduced yourself.

"Hi Vanya! We all missed you." Allison. You knew it was Allison because Vanya WOULD NOT let you sleep before showing you flashcards of her siblings she made, complete with little fun facts about them all. You thought it was cute but pretended to be annoyed and told her to let you sleep. "Hey." You greeted them a bit too quietly, and you didn't think anyone would notice until a small child with a stick up his ass spoke up. "Uh who are you?" You wanted to say something, but instead you just looked over at Vanya to respond for you. "Oh!" She chuckled, but the room was literally dead silent.

.."Everyone, this is my s/o, Y/n." she smiled awkwardly, gesturing to you. Allison looked around, seemingly waiting for someone to say anything, but there was nothing. "..Okay!! Hi Y/n, it's a pleasure to meet you." After she greeted you formally, everyone else eventually did, Klaus was giddy, Luther was accepting, Five was polite. Until it was Diego's turn. "Y/n." he twirled the knife in his hand. "Walk with me." You weren't the least bit scared of him, knowing he has a dragon plushie in his closet. You said nothing, assuming he was onto you, but followed him into Reginald's old office where he pushed you up against the wall, shortly after slamming the door shut. "Listen here, Y/n. Vanya.. is my sister. mkay?" "uuuh.. Okay?" You leaned a bit too far forward, apparently, because the next thing you knew, he had his knife to your throat. oh shit. "She is my sister. And you will not hurt her, capiche?" His voice was getting louder, so you simply nodded to avoid decapitation. "Now. If i find out that you so much as made her frown, i. will. kill. you. Understood?" you nodded frantically this time, and he took you back to the others by your arm. "Y/n what'd he tell you? I know its gonna be embarrassing, so?" Vanya raised her eyebrows at you, awaiting an answer. Diego spoke for you. "-Oh we just talked. And talked and talked. Right, Y/n?" "Oh yeah aha.. we.. just.. talked!" Vanya looked as if she was going to ask a lot of questions, but Grace came in with dinner before she could ask them. "I hope youre all hungry." Before long you were all eating, and all seemed well. Silent, but well. Until. "Psst." Diego looked at you and your "girlfriend", sitting across from him. "If you guys are a "couple", then kiss her."

[pwarkluv]

❝ electric love ❞ - pjs

park jisung x reader | fluff | 2k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, too fluffy because it’s my fav genre to write about, kinda strangers to lovers au, idol au, idol!jisung, itzysixthmember!reader, I’M SO SORRY TO MY CURVY AND THOSE TALLER THAN JISUNG READERS y/n is called small and tiny in this fic (i still love you though), mentions hair color but just pretend it’s dyed like lisa’s hair in the hylt era, shy!jisung and shy!reader because y’all are babies who don’t know how to approach someone who you like

SUMMARY | when itzy and nct dream meet on weekly idol, one member of itzy catches a certain maknae’s eye.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by “electric love” by borns :P yes it’s a tiktok song but it’s a good tiktok song so bite me >:( i disappeared for a bit so enjoy this trash imagine because i lost the will to write for a bit. also not edited really well i’m sorry for mistakes :(

your palms become sweaty as you nervously sit in the chair, the makeup artist diligently working on your face. wannabe came out about a month ago and the overwhelming popularity and support came flowing through, especially with ryujin’s shoulder part in the beginning. 

itzy’s fandom grew and so did the group as a whole, the six of you continuing to learn more about being an idol. 

but the one thing you were lacking in was interacting with other idols. 

itzy debuted in early 2019 giving you guys a little interaction with others like your brother group, stray kids. but when the whole pandemic hit, causing you all to isolate in quarantine to protect each other, talking to others outside of your company became rare. 

you were extremely awkward when it came to other idols. sure, you could talk to fans. you knew how to act and talk to them since that was a part of your training. but talking to idols, another person who wasn’t a fan, was different. 

unfortunately for you, on the episode of weekly idol you are about to appear on, another group was going to be present. and of course they just had to be one of your favorite boy groups of all time: nct dream.

you’ve always looked up to nct as a whole, but nct dream has always been your favorite because they were young when the six, originally seven, first debuted. you were twelve when you saw their debut stage. dancing has always been a passion of yours. it made you feel free and alive. music has always been a part of you as well. you taught yourself how to write songs and produce them, even releasing music on soundcloud under an alias. 

so ever since you saw nct dream debut, you decided you wanted to be an idol too. three years later and you’re in itzy, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. but now that you were going to be in close proximity to the people you’ve looked up to for so long, even talking to them made your head hurt. 

ryujin bumped your hip teasingly as the six of you prepared to go on screen, knowing how you felt about nct dream. she was casted during a got7 fansign so when she first met them after her debut, that girl was a statue (though she would never admit it). 

“don’t worry y/nnie, i won’t mention your crush on park jisung.” ryujin slyly said before moving to escape your wrath. 

“ryu!” you whined, trying to smack her moving body. your face flushed, the heat rushing to your cheeks at the mention of the older boy. though you’ve never said it outloud, you’ve always had a thing for the maknae of nct. how could you not? he’s tall, polite, has a really good voice, and is the main dancer just like you. his style and the way he moved was beyond impressive, causing you to fall for him even more. 

the girls found out about your so-called “crush” (quotation marks to make you feel better even though you’re head over heels for him) when you saw nct dream in an award show. yuna saw the way you blushed and how your eyes strayed to the tall then pink haired boy a couple tables away from the six of you. since then they’ve all teased you about it whenever they can, making you whine in embarrassment every time. 

you shakily wipe your hands on your outfit, a stylist making a sound of disapproval before you turn to give her a small smile. moving towards a small mirror, you examine how you look with a worried face. your pale blue paper bag jeans were slightly baggy and you cringed knowing you were gonna perform wannabe in those. you adored the flowery top you had on though. it was white with tiny black flowers printed all over, the puff sleeves adding to the look. your hair was slightly curled, the blonde highlights peeking through from your jet black hair. 

you let out a worried breath as the management ushered you to hurry. showtime, you thought to yourself as you anticipated for the words “action”. 

in the middle of the room was the iconic white stage where weekly idol have always held their episodes. on one side was itzy waiting to enter and on the other was nct dream. 

“today is a very special episode for we have two awesome groups joining us today!” one of the hosts exclaimed excitingly, adding on to your nerves. lia sensed your distress and reached to give your hand a reassuring squeeze. 

“give it up for the hottest girl group of their generation, itzy!” the other host yelled before the six of you partied onto the stage. each of you had an excited expression on your face as the two hosts continued on before introducing nct dream.

“let’s warmly welcome one of our favorite teams to have on this show, nct dream!”

your heart raced as you saw the six of them walk on stage goofily, trying not to laugh at how awkward jisung looked. as if he sensed your eyes, jisung’s gaze met yours causing you to look away in shock. suddenly the floor became more interesting than the boy you’ve been crushing on for almost a year. 

“all in us! hello, we are itzy!” the six of you greeted towards the screen. unknowingly to you, the boy you were caught staring at was looking at you too. 

❝ baby you’re like lightning in a bottle ❞

jisung likes to think he’s a simple boy. he doesn’t like breaking the rules and is mostly a good kid. but gosh from the moment you two made eye contact, the brown haired boy was ready to run away then and there. you were pretty. like beyond pretty, and he’s never felt this way before.

sure it was a little creepy and slightly concerning for his image seeing as he currently has heart eyes for you while the cameras are rolling, but jisung couldn’t help himself. that flowery top of yours made you look soft and small, as if he could scoop you up in his arms like a child. jisung knew he was tall but dang, seeing you from afar made him think he was extra tall. the boy chuckled under his breath seeing you wear boots, knowing that gave you an extra boost.

she’s so small, he thought, smiling a bit.

renjun nudged him, noticing the younger was spacing off before following his eyes to a certain member of itzy. the elder smirked a bit as they all did their introductions.

“to the world here is, nct.” 

the boy smugly looked at their maknae who was currently blushing at being caught by his hyung for looking at you.

young love, renjun thought before turning his attention back to the hosts. 

❝ i can’t let you go now that i got it ❞

“so you guys have two main dancers in itzy right?” one of the hosts asks as the 12 idols sit together on chairs. yeji nodded and spoke up.

“yes it’s me and y/nnie but y/n’s a better dancer than me.” she replied, pointing a shoulder to you. you quickly rebutted and waved your hands in disagreement.

“no way~” you denied, turning red. “yeji unnie is the best.” you replied shyly, an awkward thumbs up to try and back up your claim. 

everyone cooed at your shy face. although you were the second youngest in itzy, 4 months older than your maknae, yuna’s much taller than you which made you look like the youngest. because of this everyone, including yuna, tended to child you because you were just so baby. 

“weren’t you a part of a highlight reel?” the other host asks you, once again embarrassing you. the girls laughed, the other six boys looked at the host in confusion.

“y/n unnie was apart of bts sunbaenim’s love yourself highlight reel!” yuna exclaimed. although she too was in the highlight reel, yuna always thought you were much cooler because you got selected for your dancing skills. 

everyone gasped in surprise (the hosts a bit more fake since they already knew that) at the revelation. 

“i was able to dance with j-hope sunbaenim and jimin sunbaenim for that highlight reel.” you responded, smiling a bit at the memory. the boys were beyond shocked knowing this must meant you were good. 

“how was it?” a host asks.

you marveled at the thought. “they were such good dancers and really really nice!” you said with a happy expression. “i would definitely love to dance with them again if i were given the opportunity.” the look on your face was clear you loved dancing and loved working with the pair. 

“can you show us the dance?” the host asks and just like that you immediately become a shy mess.

“o-oh um i mean yeah i could do that.” you stuttered as chaeryoung softly pushed you off your chair and into the middle of the room. she smirked a bit at your timid form, knowing what she’s doing. from the moment you walked in, the maknae of nct seemed to be head over heels for you and she knew he was the main dancer just like you.

i swear if they don’t end up together after this i’m suing, chaeryoung thought as she looked at the starstruck boy watching you expectantly. 

❝ and all i need is to be struck ❞

jisung wasn’t surprised to hear that you were one of the main dancers in itzy but to hear that you worked with bts’s j-hope and jimin? he was beyond impressed and (though he would never admit it) was lowkey really excited to see you dance. 

he watched as you timidly walked towards the middle of the stage, calming down your nerves. jisung watched with a faint smile until the music started playing, and just like that he was a goner. 

❝ by your electric love ❞

the way you moved, your technique, your facial expressions. everything was mesmerizing. the whole room watched in awe as you danced to the routine you burned into your mind as a trainee, knowing that this was one of your biggest projects ever. in that moment jisung completely fell for you, and everyone in the room except for you knew that. 

“and that’s the end of today’s episode of weekly idol!” you all cheered with the hosts, jisung’s heart beating fast knowing he wanted to talk to you after this episode but not knowing how to. 

“cut!” the director yelled out, a little excited to know what was to come. they of course noticed jisung’s lovestruck expression and the way your eyes lingered on the boy, and of course they didn’t catch it on camera. knowing you two were young and idols, they didn’t want to ruin what you two might have since they were all rooting for you two. 

“if you don’t talk to her i swear i’ll tell her embarrassing stories of you.” donghyuck threatened. just like the others, he too noticed jisung’s attraction to you throughout this whole episode. the boy’s eyes widened in shock, yelping as chenle pushed him towards your way with a small smirk. 

“unnie no.” you cried out, beyond terrified as you watched jisung walk towards you. as soon as the episode ended you were pulled away by the girls who quickly explained to you that jisung “had the hots'' for you (ryujin’s words, not yours). 

your mind was going at a million miles per hour, heart racing as jisung came closer and cleared his throat.

“h-hi.” he said, his voice never not taking you by surprise. jisung was towering over you, looking down at you nervously.

“h-hello.” you smiled and jisung could’ve sworn he melted just a little. 

“get together already!” lia and jaemin yelled out together, making the two of you blush and unconsciously lean closer. 

❝ electric love ❞

“wanna hang out sometime soon?” jisung asked, his sudden confidence taking you and him off guard. you bit back a smile before holding your hand out. 

“give me your number.” you replied, jisung’s smile he let out making you fall even more for him. 

[hxwks-gf]

*✧･ﾟ:* two little lines

bakugo x fem!reader

summary: surprise! you’re pregnant. wait, that’s not the only surprise...

warnings: pregnancy, descriptions of throwing up, swearing, mentions of alcohol

w/c: 2k 

request: I just read your Bakugou gets turned into a kid fic and it was so adorable, especially since he done well knew what he was doing( the brat lol) Anyhow I wanted to request either Bakugou( pro hero of course) reacting to the news that he and his female S/O are having either twins or triplets.

a/n: THANK U FOR SENDING THIS REQUEST IN, ANON!! i loved writing it so much, and soft bakugo is my fav bakugo. enjoy my loves!

“Katsuki, I really don’t feel well,” you said as you came out of the bathroom, wiping the sweat off of your forehead. 

Your husband looked up from the piece of his gear he was tinkering with. “What do you mean?” 

“I’ve felt really sick to my stomach for a day or two now,” you explained, sitting at the edge of the bed and closing your eyes. You could feel another wave of nausea coming over you at full speed. “Oh, God--” You clapped a hand over your mouth and ran straight to the toilet again, making it just in time before you violently puked the last remains of your breakfast into the porcelain. 

“Y/N?” he called from the bedroom. A few seconds later and you heard his bare footsteps on the tile floor. His warm hand placed itself on your forehead and pushed back your sweaty hair. “Hey, let’s get you to the doctor, alright?” 

“No,” you moaned into the bowl, “I don’t want to go to the doctor yet, it’s just the stomach flu or something. I just need to rest.” 

“Don’t be stubborn,” Bakugo growled, squatting beside you. He wrinkled his nose at the contents of the toilet. “Let’s go.” 

“I’ll make an appointment tomorrow,” you said, cracking open your teary eyes at him. He had that hard-set look on his face, the don’t-even-try-to-argue-with-me one. You had seen it enough over the last few years of your marriage. “Can you just take me to the store so I can get some medicine?” 

“Tch,” he grunted, rolling his eyes. “You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you out of this apartment in this state.” 

“Katsuki.” 

He tipped his head back and let loose an exasperated sigh. “Jesus, you’re going to be the death of me, woman.” 

You held out a hand and he helped you to your feet. He muttered incoherently while you got dressed, something along the lines of “--doesn’t know how to rest--” and “--never listens to me--”. After you were dressed, he at least made you drink some water before driving you to the nearby corner store. 

The fluorescent lights were harsh on your eyes as you perused the aisles with a basket in hand, mindlessly putting cans of soup, stomach medicine, and orange juice into it. Bakugo grumbled to himself a few feet behind you, hands shoved deep in his pockets. 

“I’ll be right back,” he grunted, and disappeared down the snack aisle, leaving you by yourself near the pharmacy. 

As you wandered down the rows and rows of medicine, looking for anything else you might need for the stomach flu, you saw something on display near the counter that made you stop and stare. 

“There’s no way,” you murmured, walking up to them and picking one up. You flipped the thin box in your hand and scanned the back for more information. When was the last time you had your period? On a hunch, you dropped the box into your basket and hurried towards the check-out before Bakugo caught up with you again. 

The cashier rang you up and bagged your items, and you felt another wave of nausea starting to build in the pit of your stomach. Thankfully, Bakugo rounded the corner empty-handed, and headed straight for you. 

“Got everything you need?” he said, guiding you out of the store. 

“Mhmm,” you absentmindedly hummed, trying not to think about the little box at the bottom of your bag. 

The drive back to the apartment was silent, as was the walk up. Bakugo offered to take your bags but you vehemently denied his help, giving him a string of excuses and making a beeline for the bathroom again. 

You locked the door and leaned back against the wall, sliding down until you were in a seated position with your knees brought up to your chest. You were scared. The plastic bag was staring at you on the floor, just waiting to be opened. With a trembling sigh, you pulled out the little thin box and opened the pregnancy test. 

Two lines. That meant pregnant, right? 

You couldn’t tell how long you spent staring at the little stick in your hands, or how many times you had read and re-read the little instruction booklet. 

Two lines. 

Pregnant. 

You licked your lips in anticipation and unlocked the bathroom door. You could hear Bakugo tinkering with his hero gear in the bedroom again. 

“You were in there for a while, are you okay--” His sentence was cut short when he looked up at you standing in the doorway, holding the stick in your hands. “What’s wrong?” 

“Katsuki, I’m pregnant.” 

The screwdriver he held in his hands fell out of his grasp and clattered to the floor. Within seconds he was getting up from the bed and gathering you in his arms, his chin tucking itself in the crook of your neck. 

“K-Katsuki?” you said, utterly surprised. 

“Are you being serious?” he said, voice muffled in your shoulder. 

“Of course I’m being serious.” You gently pulled out of his embrace, but he still kept you close. “Look. Two lines.” 

He looked down at the test in your hand. His own fingers reached up and wrapped themselves around it, his brows coming together in the center of his forehead. He stared at it so intensely without saying a word, you were concerned he had lost some screws. 

“Katsuki?” you said again, gently. “What...what are you feeling?” 

“I know I've never been good with talking about my emotions,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion. “But this--this makes me feel like the happiest fucker in the entire world.” 

With those words, the gate that held your own emotions in check completely shattered and you fell into a mess of happy sobs, excited laughs, and exhilarated kisses. You’re not sure when it happened, but the two of you ended up kneeling together on the floor, still holding onto the test like your lives depended on it, crying and laughing and kissing. The only other time you had ever seen Bakugo cry was the first time he saw you walk down the aisle at your wedding. 

“I can’t believe it,” he said, pressing his forehead against yours. “I really can’t.” 

“Pregnant,” you breathed, still in awe. “We’re going to have a baby.” 

“Listen to me.” Bakugo let go of your hands and cradled your cheeks, looking directly into your eyes. “I love you. You are not going to lift a finger for the next nine months, do you understand me, woman?” 

Fresh tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded. “I would expect nothing less from you.” 

“Doctor’s office. Tomorrow morning.” 

“Well, it sounds like you’re about six weeks along,” the obstetrician explained, pulling on a pair of clean gloves. “Let’s get the ultrasound going so you guys can hear the heartbeat.” 

You squeezed Bakugo’s hand excitedly. He sat beside you, watching the doctor’s every single movement like a hawk. She had you lean back and lift up your shirt to expose the little baby bump that was already starting to show. 

“Alright,” she said, pushing the scanner over your lubricated belly and watching the fuzzy screen intently. You had no idea what she was looking at, it just looked like big blotches of black and white moving around. “Oh--there we are!” 

This time, it was Bakugo that squeezed your hand with excitement. You looked over at him, seeing how focused he was on the little screen. 

“Oh, what have we here?” 

You whipped your head back to the doctor. “What is it? Is something wrong?” 

“Looks like you’ve got two buns in your oven,” the obstetrician said, pointing to the screen. “See that? Two heartbeats.” 

“T-twins?” you gasped, feeling Bakugo’s hand go limp in your grasp. “We’re having twins?” 

“Congrats, Mom and Dad,” she said with a grin, clicking off the scanner and cleaning the jelly off of your stomach. “Twins are much more common than you think.” She stood up and stripped off her gloves. “I’ll be right back with some paperwork for the pharmacy and give you two a moment in private.” 

As the door closed behind her, you looked at Bakugo. He was still staring at the little ultrasound still visible on the screen, his mouth slack and his eyes wide. 

“Honey?” you said, tilting your head. “Did you hear what she said?” 

“Twins,” he whispered in awe. 

Your face broke into a smile and you pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “Twins.” 

“So, what’s the special occasion?” Kirishima asked, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. 

“Get your feet off of there,” Bakugo snapped, swatting his friend’s feet. “Christ.” 

You chuckled, handing Kaminari and Sero each a beer. “It’s something we’ve been waiting to share with you guys for a couple weeks now.” 

“Are you not going to have a drink with us, Y/N?” Mina asked from the couch, holding up her glass of wine. 

Bakugo moved to stand beside you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. It was rare for him to be this affectionate in front of the rest of the group, but you knew he was too excited. They all looked at the two of you with confused and concerned expressions on their faces, waiting for whatever piece of news you had to share. 

Mina was quick. “Holy shit, you’re joking!” she squealed before you could say anything, kicking her feet excitedly. 

“What are you talking about?” Kirishima said, looking at her with his eyebrows furrowed. “Joking about what--” You could literally see the lightbulb turn on above his head. “Oh, oh! Oh my God, guys! Are you serious?” 

“Yep,” you laughed, patting your belly. Bakugo pressed a kiss against the shell of your ear. 

“Wait, wait,” Kaminari said, holding up his hands. “I’m lost. What’s going on?” 

“C’mon, dude,” Bakugo growled. 

Sero’s eyes looked like they were about to pop right out of his skull. “Congratulations, you two! I was wondering when it was going to happen. I almost had a bet going for it.” 

“A bet for what?” Kaminari whined. 

“Denki,” you said, giving your stomach another exaggerated pat. 

“Stomach?” 

“Yes,” you encouraged, nodding your head slowly. “And…? 

“And...oh, holy shit!” 

“There he goes,” Kirishima laughed, patting his friend on the back. He looked back to you and Bakugo with a grin on his face. “That’s amazing. How far along are you? Do you know the gender yet?” 

“Well,” you started, smiling at Bakugo over your shoulder. “That’s not all of it, exactly.” 

Now they were back in the dark again, Mina included. You took a deep breath and felt Bakugo’s arms tighten around you. “We’re having twins.” 

“Twins!” Mina screeched, jumping up out of her seat and clobbering you in an excited hug. 

“Hey, hey, easy,” Bakugo warned, hostility lacing his words. “Be careful with the mother of my children, alright?” 

A surge of warmth spread through you, all the way from the top of your head down to the tips of your toes. Mother of his children. It had a very nice ring to it, and hearing it from his lips only made it that much sweeter. You reached around and tenderly kissed his cheek. 

“Whatever you guys need, please let us know,” Kirishima said as he stood up and clapped a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder. “I mean it. Whatever you need. We’re all here for you.” 

“Thank you, guys,” you said, unable to hide the crack in your voice as a lump formed in your throat. Tears came not a second later. “I’m sorry, everything makes me cry nowadays.” 

“I don’t envy you there, Bakugo,” Kaminari said with a grin. “But I second what Kirishima said.” 

The rest of the evening was spent talking about possible baby names, planning the eventual baby shower, and anything else under the sun that had to do with babies. As you sat on the couch, nestled into Bakugo’s side and casually running a hand over your growing belly, surrounded by friends and loved ones, you knew that no matter what happened, you and Bakugo would be alright. 

You had to admite, the idea of having two little miniature Katsukis running around delighted you in a way that would most definitely frighten anyone else. 

[kuroowo]

Risotto x GN!Reader // Ghiaccio x GN!Reader

Summary - HCs on how Ris & Ghia would respond to the classic see up ur skirt on a ladder trope😩👌🏼

Note - Gender Neutral reader wearing Ris/Ghia’s fav pair of (the reader’s) undies on them 💜 This was also reposted from my old account!

Warning - NOT/SFW (mentions of cockwarm, capo kink?, fingering, & implied sex)

WC - 887

Risotto Nero

I can see 3 types of reactions depending on his mood & situation

But in ALL situations, he will be sporting a small blush 😳 as his initial reaction before he proceeds with the following 😗

1) If he isn’t swamped with work & he’s horny? You’re getting finger fucked right on the ladder babey🤩

His left hand holding you steady by the waist while his right hand is just jack hammering into your Receptive hole

And when you cum for the second time in a row, he’s gonna step on that ladder and fuck into you hard, bottoming out with each thrust

Don’t worry tho bc he won’t mess up ur outfit. Why? Simple. He likes what he sees… a lot✨

“If only you could see yourself, m’amore… your skirt flipped up with my favourite pushed aside and digging into your flesh… all to receive my cock… meraviglioso.”

He’ll also be holding onto the bolted in bookcase, so no one’s getting hurt Today😤 Safety First y’all 🥴

2) If he‘s horny, but has too much work? Cockwarm, COCKWARM, C O C K W A R M-

“Will you sit on Capo’s cock, m’amore?”

Ugh what a gentleman😩🥴🤪

If u stay still until the end, he’s gonna fuck ur brains out & make u cum so good :’) Ass bent over & propped up on his desk bc he wants to see what got him horny in the first place 😌✨

If u won’t stay still then he’s gonna slide his dick out until u promise to be good 😤 and then fuck you a little rougher (still good as hell tho lmao so who’s the Real winner🥴). Will also slap your thigh and snap the bands of your underwear against your flesh to ‘put you in your place’ 🤷🏻‍♀️

BUT if u see that he gets way too stressed tho, pls start grinding on him to help him with stress relief 🥺 he’ll reward you very well 🤩

“You’re so good to me… you noticed how stressed I was and wanted to help me, right? Now let Capo return the favour.”

3) If he’s not horny at all? He’ll let you know he can see what you’re flashing & maybe give a compliment.

“I can see what’s underneath your skirt, m’amore. It looks good on you… as always.”

Would tell u to be a little careful when there’s strong wind or when u have to reach up high tho bc perverts everywhere 🤡

I’m looking at you Melone & Illuso (& maybe Formaggio too) 👁👁

Lol but that wouldn’t happen tbh since they have enough common sense & respect & fear to even think mess with you :) (and also with Risotto, their Assasin Boss, by extension)

Ghiaccio

I kinda picture him as a hotheaded Tsun, so he’ll go through a few stages to process it

Setting: Sees that you’re on a ladder trying to reach something & it’s on the same level as something he wants too, so he walks up & was about to ask you but once he looks up… ✨the undies he bought just for u✨

Freezes (HAHA) in place

Blushes Hard

Pushes up his glasses in a futile attempt to hide his blush (from who lol)

He would open his mouth, about to ask you why’re you on a ladder with that skirt on where everyone can possibly peek under and see ur undies that he bought for u

But then he thinks to himself that he’s not your parent or your owner or anything like that so you can do whatever you want because it’s your body and he’d be stupid to think he has any autonomy of it outside of bed (🥴), but do you know that you’re risking flashing others right now? You must know right?? Your butt must be able to feel the wind WHAT THE FUCK IS HE THINKING RN but if he brings this up he’s gonna seem like a pervert like why TF was he looking up your skirt in the first place BUT ITS OUT IN THE OPEN SO HE’S NOT REALLY A PERVERT RIGHT I MEAN HE DIDNT MEAN TO LOOK FUCK-

It’s a lose-lose situation for Ice Gremlin™️

So when you finally notice him, he’s red as hell (for many reasons 🤩)

“Ghia? You want something?”

You meant from the shelf but at this point he’s like fuck yes I want to Fuck YOU-

“NO.”

Stomps away like the big baby he is HAHHAHA

You wanna say you’re a little confused but you knew what was happening so 🥴🤘🏼

But before you can go console him, he stomps back in (a little more composed after blowing freezing wind at his dick face) & he starts to grumble and glare at you while his hands start to grab at your asscheeks

“You damn tease. Is this how you want to play? I’ll show what you get when you do this shit to me!”

Sounds rude as hell, but you know he won’t do anything you wouldn’t like anyways so pls enjoy the closet fucking that will follow 😌✨

I say closet fucking bc he’s not about to risk anyone on the team getting a peak at y’all’s private session 😤

Meraviglioso - Italian for ‘marvelous’ or ‘wonderful’

[soft-ris]

If it's not too much, can I get a small bit of Risotto and or Ghiaccio's reaction/dialogue where they see their s/o standing on a ladder (but they can also see up their s/o's skirt..)?

I interpreted this as a request when I got this (when my requests were closed) because well, it kinda is (no matter the length requested). I also don’t mind doing Ghiaccio now, so I just made it into 2 HCs 🥴 anyways, I hope you enjoy this 👌🏼

Risotto x GN!Reader // Ghiaccio x GN!Reader

Summary: HCs on how Ris & Ghia would respond to the classic see up ur skirt on a ladder trope😩👌🏼

Note: Gender Neutral reader! And they’re wearing Ris/Ghia’s fav pair of (the S/O’s) undies on them 💜

Warning: NOT SFW (mentions of cockwarm, capo kink?, fingering, & implied sex)

Risotto Nero

I can see 3 types of reactions depending on his mood & situation

But in ALL situations, he will be sporting a small blush 😳 as his initial reaction before he proceeds with the following 😗

1) If he isn’t swamped with work & he’s horny? You’re getting finger fucked right on the ladder babey🤩

His left hand holding you steady by the waist while his right hand is just jack hammering into your Receptive hole

And when you cum for the second time in a row, he’s gonna step on that ladder and fuck into you hard, bottoming out with each thrust

Don’t worry tho bc he won’t mess up ur outfit. Why? Simple. He likes what he sees... a lot✨

“If only you could see yourself, m’amore... your skirt flipped up with my favourite pushed aside and digging into your flesh... all to receive my cock... meraviglioso.”

He’ll also be holding onto the bolted in bookcase, so no one’s getting hurt Today😤 Safety First y’all 🥴

2) If he‘s horny, but has too much work? Cockwarm, COCKWARM, C O C K W A R M-

“Will you sit on Capo’s cock, m’amore?”

Ugh what a gentleman😩🥴🤪

If u stay still until the end, he’s gonna fuck ur brains out & make u cum so good :’) Ass bent over & propped up on his desk bc he wants to see what got him horny in the first place 😌✨

If u won’t stay still then he’s gonna slide his dick out until u promise to be good 😤 and then fuck you a little rougher (still good as hell tho lmao so who’s the Real winner🥴). Will also slap your thigh and snap the bands of your underwear against your flesh to ‘put you in your place’ 🤷🏻‍♀️

BUT if u see that he gets way too stressed tho, pls start grinding on him to help him with stress relief 🥺 he’ll reward you very well 🤩

“You’re so good to me... you noticed how stressed I was and wanted to help me, right? Now let Capo return the favour.”

3) If he’s not horny at all? He’ll let you know he can see what you’re flashing & maybe give a compliment.

“I can see what’s underneath your skirt, m’amore. It looks good on you... as always.”

Would tell u to be a little careful when there’s strong wind or when u have to reach up high tho bc perverts everywhere 🤡

I’m looking at you Melone & Illuso (& maybe Formaggio too) 👁👁

Lol but that wouldn’t happen tbh since they have enough common sense & respect & fear to even think mess with you :) (and also with Risotto, their Assasin Boss, by extension)

Ghiaccio

I kinda picture him as a hotheaded Tsun, so he’ll go through a few stages to process it

Setting: Sees that you’re on a ladder trying to reach something & it’s on the same level as something he wants too, so he walks up & was about to ask you but once he looks up... ✨the undies he bought just for u✨

Freezes (HAHA) in place

Blushes Hard

Pushes up his glasses in a futile attempt to hide his blush (from who lol)

He would open his mouth, about to ask you why’re you on a ladder with that skirt on where everyone can possibly peek under and see ur undies that he bought for u

But then he thinks to himself that he’s not your parent or your owner or anything like that so you can do whatever you want because it’s your body and he’d be stupid to think he has any autonomy of it outside of bed (🥴), but do you know that you’re risking flashing others right now? You must know right?? Your butt must be able to feel the wind WHAT THE FUCK IS HE THINKING RN but if he brings this up he’s gonna seem like a pervert like why TF was he looking up your skirt in the first place BUT ITS OUT IN THE OPEN SO HE’S NOT REALLY A PERVERT RIGHT I MEAN HE DIDNT MEAN TO LOOK FUCK-

It’s a lose-lose situation for Ice Gremlin™️

So when you finally notice him, he’s red as hell (for many reasons 🤩)

“Ghia? You want something?”

You meant from the shelf but at this point he’s like fuck yes I want to Fuck YOU-

“NO.”

Stomps away like the big baby he is HAHHAHA

You wanna say you’re a little confused but you knew what was happening so 🥴🤘🏼

But before you can go console him, he stomps back in (a little more composed after blowing freezing wind at his dick face) & he starts to grumble and glare at you while his hands start to grab at your asscheeks

“You damn tease. Is this how you want to play? I’ll show what you get when you do this shit to me!”

Sounds rude as hell, but you know he won’t do anything you wouldn’t like anyways so pls enjoy the closet fucking that will follow 😌✨

I say closet fucking bc he’s not about to risk anyone on the team getting a peak at y’all’s private session 😤

Meraviglioso - Italian for ‘marvelous’ or ‘wonderful’

[svnarintaro]

hello? can i get attention please?

authors note: I HAD TO OKAY- i really like kiri and his character is something to admire all the time, HE IS MY FAV CHARACTERS

synopsis: clingy kirishima cute and all, but you gotta binge the ghibli movies together

warning: fluffy fluff, mentions of ghibli films (i do not own any of the movies i mention)

word count: 948

kirishima eijirou x reader

the moment you saw that ghibli movies were on netflix, you screamed so loud to the point the whole world could hear you. you were in krishima’s place but he was downstairs getting getting a blanket for you and unfortunately at the moment he heard you scream you heard kiri trip and fall on the the way up the stairs. you were on his bed scrolling on your phone, “are you okay?” you saw the red head at the door frame and he rushed to your side.

he grabbed your shoulders and checked your head and your sides, and he lost it when you started giggling. “why are you laughing?” you covered your mouth to stop yourself from laughing. “eiji i am fine, i just saw that ghibli movies were up on netflix and i got excited hehe..” you rubbed the back of your neck in embarrassment, “i’m sorry for worrying you..”

he sighed and cupped your cheek, “it’s okay... i’m not mad in the slightest,” he got into bed beside you and draped a blanket over your body. “how about we watch them all right now eiji? movie marathon. just you and me tonight.” you beemed and grabbed your laptop and immediately logged onto your netflix account. 

“okay let’s start,” you smiled as you started the first movie

movie one: spirited away 

kiri got how excited you were for this, and it was an excuse to be clingy and hold you in his arms, having your warmth by his side. what he did not get was the fact that you were too invested in your movie mad him pouty, you were in between his legs and your back to your chest. “why are haku and chihiro so flipping cute.” you squeeled. “baby i know we are cuter,” he trailed kisses down your neck, you squirmed a little bit when he started the kisses. 

“kiri... i’m watching...” you groaned and moved forward a little to continue watch the movie. kirishima groaned and leaned his head back in annoyance. ‘how did a pair of two kids get his s/o’s attention to that extent?’ 

movie two: ponyo

surely this was the movie where he would give you a little bit of attention by now. sure you were in his arms and his hoodie since you were complaining about being cold during the last movie. he was now holding your hands and playing with your delicate little fingers. you occasionally squeezed his hand. your heartstrings were being tugged at. ‘i love sosuke!’ the laptop in front of you emitting such colourful light, that just entranced you. 

kirishima actually really liked this movie compared to the other one, he loved the movie as a child so he was happy and watching the movie with you at this point. he kissed your hand when he saw ponyo and sosuke. his heart quelled at the thought of how much they reminded him of the two of you. he was ponyo, when he fell for you. he followed you everywhere and you allowed him to do so. 

“do you ever think that we could have kids? you know in the future?” kiri peeped up. you paused the movie immediately to turn to him. “are you serious kiri? like please don’t say this is a prank cause i honestly think it would a cruel prank..” your expression softened and you booped his cheek with your nose. “i want to have a family in the future, i want to have a child and see them grow up as we grow old together.” he smiled and touched your noses together. “if this is your attempt to get my attention... you failed.” you whipped your head back to face the laptop and cheekily smiled and did a subtle victory dance. 

“dang it i was so freaking close!” kiri flailed his arms up and groaned.

movie three: kiki’s delivery service

kiri was fed up. not with you, but with the movie. ‘what do these ghibli films have that i don’t?’ you were incased in a back hug, getting an uncountable kisses to any place he could manage. he could care less about kiki and her stupid cat. “why is the movie so pretty?” he groaned into your neck, the vibrations tickled too much for you to keep a straight face. you just wanted to soak in his hugs and take in all of his affection.

“you are being awfully touchy eiji~” you teased him and reached your hand to ruffle his crimson hair and smiled. you didn’t bother pausing the movie since you were too far in to pause the movie now. it was getting to the beach scene where kiki and tombo bond for the first time. “are you in need of something? like a bathroom trip? or a snack? oh! i should get you a snack.” you pushed on the topes of his knees to get up as you paused the movie.

you stood up and continued to go on, “i promise i will return with your-” that’s when kirishima pressed his lips against yours, he was now standing up and cupping your cheeks, a whimper escaped escaped your body. your knees fell weak as his arms were holding you up now. 

pulling away from the rough kiss, “kiri-” “shut up i need attention right now so you better jump right now.” you smirked and jumped right into his arms and you wrapped your legs around his waist. “good.. now you better prepare yourself cause i’m not going to hold back from kissing the life out of you.” he kissed your lips again, this time more gently. arms supporting you as you retaliated and melted into his arms

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Hearts Beat Fast

Fandom: Marvel (Doctor AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

As requested by anonymous:  if ur requests are still open... i love me some doctor bucky 👀 cute lil smart doctor baby w his own lil office and reader is his fav patient and hes always calling her in for follow up appointments bc he has heart eyes 4 her + some inspo from this post.

A/N: i know nothing about the medical field despite my mom and pretty much almost every filipino I know is in that field. lol.

Your car crash was a blessing and a curse. A curse because, well, you got into a car crash. Your car was totalled. A car running the red light completely t-boned your car. As a result, you broke three ribs, one of which punctured your lung. You were in the hospital for a few days.

But you always believed that things happened for a reason and the reason you got into the car crash had to be so that you could meet this hot ass doctor you now know as Doctor James Barnes.

Doctor Barnes, or as he insisted you calling him, Bucky, was the complete and total package. He was hot, smart, funny, and caring! Throughout the entire time he overlooked your healing process, he was a total sweetheart. 

It’s been weeks since you were discharged from the hospital. One week since your last appointment with him and now you have another one. He wanted to ensure that your lung and ribs have been healing properly. Therefore, he continuously scheduled an appointment with you every week since you’ve been discharged. He didn’t wanna miss a thing and you appreciated how involved he was with your recovery.

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There was a knock at Bucky’s door. His eyes unwavering from the paperwork before him, he mumbled, “Come in.”

A fellow doctor and Bucky’s friend, Sam, opens the door, peeking his head in, “Hey, Barnes, Y/N’s here.”

Bucky’s head immediately shot up, “I’ll be right there!” He quickly scribbled his notes onto a paper, his script looking even less illegible, and shut the file. He shot out of his seat, quickly pulling on his doctor’s coat and rushing to the door, “Give this to Sharon for me. Thanks, Sam!” he he hurries down the hall, but then stops to rush back, “What room’s she in?”

Sam laughed, shaking his head, “Five and cool it with the heart eyes, man. You’ll scare her away!”

Bucky gave him the middle finger as he rushed down the hall towards the room you were waiting in. As he approached the closed door, he ran his hand through his slicked back hair, hoping that there wasn’t a strand out of place, “Be cool, Barnes,” he mumbles to himself before pushing the door open. 

He finds you sitting in a chair, your legs swinging back and forth as if some tune was playing in your head. You looked up at him with a smile, “What’s up, Doc?” you said with a giggle and he smiles.

“Like I haven’t heard that one before.” You give him a shrug and he goes to the sink, washing his hands quickly but efficiently, “So, how’s my favorite patient doin’?”

“Better, I think?”

He moves over to you taking the stethoscope from around his neck, “Yeah? Breathing okay? No pains?”

You pursed your lips, something you did whenever you hesitated with saying something, “Pains are somewhat still there. They’ve dulled down a bit, but still there.”

Bucky nods, a strand of hair falling into his face and he blows it away, “Alright. Well, we’ll check that out in a bit, but in the mean time, I’m want you to strip.”

Your eyes widened, “W-What?”

Realizing what he said, Bucky’s eyes widened as well, “No! Not like that! I mean, I want you to strip but only your shirt! But not like that! I mean, so I can get better access to you! I mean-” he immediately shuts his mouth and exhales through his nose. Gathering his thoughts, he says slowly and clearly, “Your sweater is too thick and I want to be able to hear your breathing and heart rate accurately and clearly without your sweater being in the way.”

“O-Oh. Um, okay.” You move to remove your top clothing, Bucky turning around to give you some privacy. Why though? He was going to see you shirtless regardless! And why the hell was he stumbling over his words like that?!

“Ready.” 

He turned around and he made conscious effort to keep his eyes on your face and not your chest. He clears his throat and slowly moves towards you, “Um, sorry if my stethoscope is cold.” he presses the tool to your chest and you let out a gasp from the cool metal, “Sorry,” he mumbled. Silence fell between you as he listened to your heart beat...it was going really fast. Were you nervous just as he was?

Bucky’s eyes glance from your chest to your eyes. He clears his throat, a smirk on his face as he moves the stethoscope slightly lower and the pace increases, “You’re heart’s beatin’ really fast...faster than average.”

If your face wasn’t feeling hot before, it was definitely blazing now, “Well, uh, doctor appointments always make me nervous.”

“Yeah?” he moves the stethoscope again, “How come?”

“Don’t know,” you mumbled, eyes avoiding his, “So, uh, how does my lung sound?”

He nervously clears his throat again when he moves the stethoscope to the left side below your chest, “Breath normally.” he listened in and adjusted the stethoscope again, “Now gimme some deep breaths,” you did so, his eyes wandering to yours. He leans back, pulling the tool away from you, creating distance between the both of you.

“So?” you asked as you grabbed your clothes and began to dress.

“There’s still some slight wheezing, but very minor. I’m sure that by your next appointment you’ll all healed up.” he watched your shoulders sag a bit.

“Oh, well, that’s great!” you put on a smile for him, “Thanks, Doc!”

“Bucky,” he says with a fond smile.

You pull on your shirt and sweater, smiling at him, “Doctor Bucky.” 

He sighs and rubs his head, “Um, just head out there and Sharon will schedule your next appointment.”

You give him a slow nod, “Um, thanks, for being so concerned with my recovery. I really appreciate.”

“Only the best for my favorite patient,” he says with a wink and steps out of the room to let you collect yourself.

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This was it. Your last appointment with Bucky. You were happy you were all healed. You no longer had to deal with the pain and keep taking medication for it. But you were dejected about no longer seeing Bucky. Nonetheless, it’s been a good two months being his patient, so you waited for him in the examine room with a gift basket. 

When he entered, you stood up with a smile, “How’s my-oh! What’s this?”

You handed the basket to him with a sheepish smile, “Just as a thank you for taking care of me.”

“It’s no problem, Y/N, really. It’s what I’m here for.” he sets the basket onto the counter and looks back at you, “So, one more examination and you’re outta here for good.” he gestures to the seat before you, “Shall we?” 

The appointment passes by with a breeze and you’re walking out of the room looking distressed, but you’re not the only one who looks that way. 

“So...this is good-bye,” Bucky says.

You nod, “Yeah. Well,” you stick out your hand, “Thanks Doctor Barnes.”

Bucky slowly takes your hand and gives it a firm shake, “It was my pleasure, Y/N.” he doesn’t want to let go, you don’t want him to let go, but he does eventually. You then turn and walk down the hall, glancing back at him one last time and giving him a wave. You turn a corner and you’re out of sight.

Bucky then feels a thump on the back of his head, “OW! What the-”

“You’re really just gonna let her go?! You’re not gonna ask her out?!”

“She’s my patie-”

“Not anymore, dumbass!” Sam exclaims, gaining the attention of a few nurses and patients. 

Realization hit Bucky. He slaps your file into his chest and goes rushing down the hall after you. He sees you step into the elevator and he jumps in right as the doors are about to close.

“What the-”

“Go out with me tomorrow night!”

“Huh?” you asked him with a completely adorable confused look on your face.

“You got me smitten, Y/N, and because you’re no longer my patient, that means I can’t get in trouble with being romantically involved with you.” he takes your hands in his, “Go out with me. Lemme take you to dinner.” 

‘I-I don’t-why-”

“Doll, I’m sure you’ve felt it too. We have a connection. We couldn’t explore it then, ‘cause you were my patient. But now you’re not and we have a chance. So whaddaya say? Have dinner with me?”he asks one more time.

His blue eyes bear into yours. His face is filled with hope and genuity and he’s right. There’s a connection between you two. You squeeze his hands and smile at him, “I’d love to go to dinner with you, Doc.”

He chuckles shaking his head, “Great, but how ‘bout you call me Bucky from now on?”

You giggle, You got it...Bucky.”

[koushirouizumi]

REPEATVERSE Standalone: Ten

Title: Ten Type: Fanfiction / Shortfic / Not-quite Drabble Wordcount: 502 words Genre: Angst {maybe with an outcome aiming towards better but} Characters/Pairing: Taishiro [Taichi x Koushiro] {implied/referenced} [from Koushiro’s side]; Koushiro & Daisuke friendship Verse(s): Post-Advs/02 (can also be post-Tri/Kizuna) Rating: PG-15ish / it’s s.f.w, but {implied/psuedo} injuries are referenced, heed warnings please Notes: some Specific Headcanons are heavily implied technically part of REPEAT?_Verse, ( ficverse version here ); - it can be read as a standalone fic - it can be read as an AU and/or spinoff of the main REPEATVerse; - or as its own standalone AU/spinoff Summary: “...Can you turn around and--- - it's April 2004. (..Or is it April 2003? Spring 2003?) - at the end of Spring 2003, something else astonishing occurred: Daisuke's sister Jun, the Inoue sisters, & Shuu Kido all became Chosen at once. - an incident, (occured, and then) ---

"I'll help, so we, you, can get out of here !!---"

“They {Won’t come}”

... TAICHI-SENPAI's GOGGLES ( ... Are probably absolutely unfitting for Koushiro Izumi, but .... )

... the shadowy, empty cave Seems to spread out for miles ... He opens ... his EYES " ... KOUSHIRO ?!?? " --- is --- collappsed --- before him -- " O-Oi, Koushiro, wake up!!--- " He's about to rush over to the fallen boy, WHEN --- he FREEZES --- -- in the distance ... in the distance, suddenly, a very very VERY-BAD-FEELING --- ... He stands, wincing, but, ATTEMPTING, ... spreads his arms out as wide as possible, --- SQUARES HIMSELF --- as if to " SHIELD " the other {against an UNKNOWN enemy} ... " Koushiro , " -- He tries to whisper it -- slightly louder, more HARSHLY, --- " KOUSHIRO --- " " U-Ugh.... " ...Koushiro's awake ?!?? ...Yeah, Koushiro's definitely STIRRING, BUT--- " DAISUKE...-kun...?? " " KOUSHIRO, I think we gotta RUN, " " ... or at least, MOVE , " " there seems to be ' SOMETHING ' pressing -- in, over THERE ---- " Koushiro makes a strangled kind of noise --- ... DAISUKE turns to look at him now --- in SURPRISE. " ... Koushiro, we HAVE TO---!! " " ... " ... it's only now ... he ... realizes ... KOUSHIRO'S SHIRT ... around his waist ... is matted ... with blood ... Koushiro's legs, too ---- ... completely banged up {... on top of the scarred past injuries that he already had} ... Koushiro won't be able to run ... " NO!!! " Daisuke abandons his defensive stance, RUSHES OVER --- " Koushiro, no, you CAN'T DIE on me here " " TAICHI-SENPAI will KILL ME !!! " " Hell, IORI WOULD MURDER ME --- " " I WOULD ----- " ( never forgive --- ) ... Koushiro ... opens his eyes ... gives Daisuke ... a weak smile ... clutching at the INJURY at his waist. ... where there had PREVIOUSLY already BEEN past wounds. No ... the Digimon ... the others ... where are they ? " KEN --------------- !!!!! " " V-MON --------------- !!!!! " " TAICHI-SENPAI --------------- !!!!! " ... it's a futile effort " ... they WON'T COME , " Koushiro chokes it out, quietly ... that feeling ... It’s getting ... SO MUCH WORSE " KOUSHIRO, come ON --- " --- Daisuke has moved --- ran to Koushiro --- tries to pull Koushiro's arms --- around Daisuke's own neck -- " I’LL HELP, so we, YOU, can get out of here !! --- " ... He's already moved a very slight, short distance, pulling Koushiro along with him --- ... but ... it's futile, right ? ... " ...Daisuke-kun " ... " I(t)... " ( hurts ) ... Daisuke winces ... slowly stops ... lets Koushiro off as gently ... as possible ... Koushiro haphazardly ... lies in a heap, ... gazing up ... at him [ "Take them" ] [ ... a pair ] [ ... of TAICHI-SENPAI's ----- ] [ the kind that can {SEE} DISTORTIONS ] [ ... Daisuke reaches for the goggles with SHAKING HANDS ... simultaneously tries to ... PUSH THEM AWAY ----- ] " WAIT " ... he gets an IDEA ... instead suddenly moves ... off his head, ... YANKS them off --- " YOU " " KOUSHIRO, YOU --- " " TAKE THESE ---- " ... Koushiro ... gazes up at him ---- ... Daisuke moves ... as carefully as he possibly can (albeit clumsily), ... fixes them ... onto Koushiro's own head ... TAICHI-SENPAI's GOGGLES ( ... Are probably absolutely unfitting for Koushiro Izumi, but .... ) ... Koushiro gives him ... an extremely ... gentle ... smile ... " DAISUKE-KUN " , ( " You are LIKE TAICHI " ) ( " You are DIFFERENT from Taichi, but ALSO, ‘LIKE’ --- " ) " THANK YOU , " ... it's said ... informally ... " Can you " ... " turn around " ... " and " ... " COUNT TO " " TEN " " ? " ( YAMATO-SAN, awkwardly stammering, as he talks to MOTOMIYA JUN ---- ) ( " Can you turn around and count to TEN ? " ) ... MOTOMIYA DAISUKE ... shakily ... turns around ... " One " R ... " Two " E ... " T-three --- " P [ KOUSHIRO’S FINGER SWAYS, swiftly --- ] " FOUR " E " Five " A " SIX " T " seven " ? " ei---ggght , " _ " NINE " N/Y_ " T E N " * _Y * [ DAISUKE isn't sure if he gets the chance to TURN AROUND ] [ KOUSHIRO isn't sure if HE ----- ] [ DAISUKE clenches a hand ] [ towards his head, trying to, if they're STILL THERE, FEEL ---- ] * [ " Daisuke-kun , " " ... you're kind " ] * . . . .

Notes: - it’s not quite a Bad End but it’s not exactly the best outcome either - I originally got ideas from the initial previews for Bokura no Mirai - obviously none of those happened - if it’s not obvious enough, Koushiro is basically writing a quick program to warp and Rewrite the Digital Worlds’ coding. He moves so fast/swiftly because he’s already been through numerous timelines by this point, and is either a) subconsciously aware or b) not subconsciously, but hyper-aware {depending on which ‘verse/spinoff scenarios this scene Repeats within} - thus yeah these are psuedo-deaths [non permanent]; they don’t literally die {at least Koushiro himself definitely doesn’t in this scene} - look I’m sorry but if Koushiro fell from such a height, at such a speed, into the kind of place like Taichi fell into {it’s uh kind of replaced with maybe a certain Dark Cave here except 02-style; see: Chapter 11, City}, he’d be banged up too - Koushiro may be skilled by this point but he can’t stop everything - Koushiros’ true aim is to solve the {alternative/timeline splits?} mystery that they’ve possibly got thrown into, so he has a ways to go still; along the way, he’s coming to terms mentally with his own situation while bearing the weight of it all - this bit attempts to explain the canonical timeline gap between Spring 2003 [02 drama CD] ~ April 2005 [Tri start; Saikai] - I really miss my old website / 02 fic and really just want to write Daisuke {02 fav} helping Koushiro during a high stakes moment and them both acknowledging each other[s’/strengths] in turn - I meant to post this a long time ago but {well} Yup

- for the Good End “closest to the latter” see Chapter 22; Adopted - for the best outcome of the AUs verses & most others; Chapter 33: Summertime - for the Good End post-02 AUs, Chapter 24: Scars

- In the end this bit is more of a series of AU ideas that weren’t really supposed to happen in the main timeline of the fic, but I do like to think at least some version of Koushiro came across Daisuke at some point; {especially if we’re counting in my old ficverse} [Koushiro was a major player in a similar timeloops-esque / past lives situation there too, if slightly different back then]

- this fic is not meant to “reverse” or “rewrite” tri actually, thanks. {nor is it meant to ‘rewrite’ or ‘scrap’ Tri!Koushiro or 02!Daisuke} [nor is it meant to ‘improve on their situations’ or retcon the tri ending] (it’s fine to read my stuff if you just didn’t care for tri but if you actively hate Tri!Koushiro you probably won’t like my stuff involving Tri!Koushiro. sorry)

- regardless it’s my own AUs of AUs so yeah they’re just AU spinoffs

[holylulusworld]

for your 1200 follower celebration (congrats btw). I was wondering if you could write Mechanic!Dean and Teacher!Reader. She doesn't like him at first because she saw his angry side (you can pick what it was she saw) but then she sees him being sweet with his niece or nephew (you pick).

Pretty Nice

12,000 followers 2021 New Year’s resolutions drabble prompts 

Summary: You should not judge people on first impressions.

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: angst, Dean being sweet, Uncle Dean, fluff, mentions of grumpy Dean

New Year’s Resolution: ‚Stop judging people on first impressions.’

Words: 890

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“You’re late, honey,” your colleague chuckles, watching you make a face. “Did your car leave you hanging once again? You really should finally see a mechanic, Y/N.”

“Singer retired and I didn’t find a substitute yet, Darlene,” you mutter. “Maybe I will walk, would be easier and faster,” you chuckle, watching the kids storm out of the building.

“I know a good mechanic and,” Darlene leans closer, grinning as you watch Sammy Winchester run toward a black muscle car, one you know too well, “this is a secret, he’s hot as hell. Sin on bowed legs. His name is Dean Winchester, and he’s the best.”

“No,” you violently shake your head, watching Sammy run toward her Uncle, squealing as he picks her up, twirling the little girl around. He plays airplane with her and you can’t hold back a chuckle.

“Ah, there he is,” Darlene almost squeals. “I swear, he saved my old wreck, and it purrs like a cat. Give him a chance, Y/N. Why don’t ya?”

“He’s loud and aggressive,” you mumble the words, watching Dean play with his niece. “After Bobby retired, I had car trouble and drove to his garage. When I arrived, that man threatened another man. I don’t like an aggressive man.”

“Dean Winchester is a lamb among wolves, Y/N,” Darlene winks at Dean, smirking as you nervously shuffle from one foot to the other. “He would never yell at someone. Maybe you should give him a second chance.”

“A second chance,” watching Dean open the door to the backseat for his niece, whispering something in her ear, making the girl giggle you ponder if you should give Dean another chance. You didn’t ask him why he yelled at the man, simply ran away, never looking back.

“I will find you, sweetheart,” Dean chuckles, searching for his niece. “Samantha Mary Winchester, your uncle Dean Winchester, master of playing hide and seek will catch you.”

“Never,” Samantha squeals, running toward the next hideout in Dean’s office. “Daddy said he’s the master of playing hide and seek and rock, paper and scissors.”

“Excuse me,” looking around the messy office when you step inside, you laugh as Samantha pokes her head out from under Dean’s desk, waving at you before she hides again. “I got car trouble and my friend said you are the best.”

“Miss Y/L/N,” Samantha crawls out of her hideout to wrap you in a hug. “My Uncle Deany is the best. You’ll love him.” Picking his niece up, playing airplane Dean snickers as the little girl squeals, encouraging you to join their games. “Do you want to play hide and seek too?”

‘You shouldn’t make assumptions about people,’ you think to yourself, nodding at Samantha when she holds out her hand for you. “Sure thing, Sammy.”

“Later, Samantha,” a serious expression on his face Dean carefully places his niece onto the comfy sofa at his office. “Your dad wants you to eat healthily so you will eat your lunch and later, we can play some more.”

“Aw, Uncle Deany, please,” he shakes his head, pointing toward the prepared food. “I hate carrots.” Samantha scrunches up her nose, playing with her food, poking it.

“You’ll wait here, eat your food and I promise we will watch Scooby-Doo tonight,” now she starts to stuff the food in her mood, chewing slowly as Dean leads you out of his office. 

“YAY!” Samantha giggles, watching Dean open the door to his office. “Uncle Dean is the best, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Do not call the kids hotline or play with your food,” Dean warns, smirking at his niece. “But you can fill out my tax filing, sweetheart. I wouldn’t mind.”

“Let’s have a look at your car,” Dean hums when you push the button to unlock the hood. “I didn’t think you’ll come back, not after you ran last time.” ashamed you look at the dashboard, chewing on your lip, taking your time before you leave your car.

“You were busy,” swallowing thickly you watch Dean check on your car. “I didn’t want to disturb your ‘conversation’,” you huff when Dean looks up at you, nodding silently.

“Wasn’t one of my best days,” he grumbles. “Usually, I don’t freak out that easily. I’m a bit grumpy sometimes, but that guy, he had the guts to tell me he’s going to ruin the business my godfather Bobby left me-“ Dean cleans his hands on his greasy jeans, giving you a cracked smile, “His name is Dick Roman and he tried to ruin Bobby’s business for years.”

“I’m sorry for running off like that,” rubbing your arm nervously you look at Dean. “I shouldn’t have made assumptions about you. That man, he deserved to get yelled at.”

“Your car, it needs a few new parts. Let me check on, and I’ll call you tomorrow,” nodding you watch Samantha run out of the office, Dean’s tax filing in her hands. He smiles, waving at the little girl and you must admit, he’s a pretty nice guy.

“I’m done with your papers,” she proudly exclaims. “I think you’ll get back a lot of money, Uncle Deany. Can we play hide and seek now with Miss Y/L/N?” Dean looks at you, furrowing his brows when you take Samantha’s hand.

“I guess this means it’s hide and seek time with Uncle Dean,” laughing Dean runs after you and his niece, threatening to find you…”

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[nightmaretyrantvantas]

Cold eyes warm hearts- a allie and sasha oneshot of my fav oc pairing

Ok soooo this one is gonna be different from the other oneshots ive written. Instead of centering around ada(like they usually do) this will center around my ocs Allie Jones and Sasha Arlovskaya This is a oneshot that randomly came to my head Enjoy the Allie x Sasha~ WARNING THIS IS GONNA GET ANGSTY AND THERES GONNA BE YANDERE SASHA APPEARING IN THIS(TW: PHYSICAL ABUSE AND VIOLENCE AND SASHA COMMITING MURDER) (This is in 3rd p.o.v) “ i dont trust him” The american girl sighed rather heavily, picking up her milkshake and stirring it. “ cmon Sash give the guy a chance! Hes really nice and sweet and hes been really good to me the couple dates weve gone out on…"Allie tried to reason with her best male friend with little success, as the bellarussian simply narrowed his cold pink tinted slate colored eyes more and didnt touch the diner special plated in front of him. There was a world meeting this week in Allie’s father’s country so instead of hanging around the conferrence building Allie Jones dragged her cold, intimidating friend out to a local nearby diner. She shouldve known izzalia would mention her new boyfriend to Sasha… Sasha let out a grunt “i do not care. I do not trust him. I do not trust the gleam little sunflower described in his eyes. He does not sound good.” He argued firmly, crossing his heavy trench coat covered arms. Allie sighed again and took a sip of her vanilla and strawberry milkshake to come up with another counterargument. As she did she took in her friend’s appearance…his pale hair that was such a pale blonde it looked silver in the sunlight, his snowy skin, his frozen slate colored orbs for eyes, his slightly crooked teeth bared lightly in a snarl at her boyfriend-just the thought of him really, his strong broad shoulders and lanky appearing figure under that insufferable looking soot black trenchcoat and long sleeved dark blue shirt…… Allie shook away the thoughts and tried again. “Sash you havent even MET the guy yet! Just give him a chance and relax, i can handle myself just fine.” He responded with a grunt and took a bite of the large order of fries he had, one of the only things he really showed interest in eating. Allie gave a grunt of her own and chucked a fry at his face. “Dude seriously youre killing the happy mood of the whole damn diner.” At that his lips twitched up in the start of a smile and he rolled his eyes, easily swatting away the fry. “So sorry i am not a cheerful loudmouth like you Camellia.” Allie rolled her blood red eyes and ate her food, steering the subject away from her love life. And away from Sasha noticing the bruise on her arm. It wasnt that she was scared OF Sasha, no that wasnt it at all. Sasha was cold and could be intimidating sure, but to her she saw a cranky, smartmouthed, and overprotective boy that noticed things no one else but her own sister noticed. For good and for bad. She wasnt scared of him….more of his reaction to the finger shaped bruises on her arm, still freshly dark from yesterday. ‘he…he didnt mean it…he was stressed and was nice enough to make plans for us that i cancelled and forgot to tell him about…he had every right to grab me so hard and to yell like he did….’ Sasha sighed and nudged his food around. He knew she was hiding something, but Allie was….a complicated being to question. If you approached her bluntly about hiding something she’ll deny it and get defensive and skittish. But he couldnt ignore it either… Whether he liked it or not the loud, normally cheerful and foul-mouthed american girl had managed to situate herself into his life, his inner circle of trust, and biggest of all his heart. As he ate another fry he kept an eye on her, watching her movements and behavior for any hint of what was wrong with her. ‘she has been….skittish all day…hmmm….’ He was silent as she rambled about her dance lessons, seeing her sister and uncle mattheiu, about everything that happened between the times they saw each other in person that he didnt already know about. He lost all focus on her words though when she slipped off her leather jacket absently and waved her right arm in some kind of gesture. All his focus narrowed on the large, dark finger like bruises right below the tan girl’s elbow. “What.Are.Those.Allie.” Allie’s whole body tensed up and froze, her eyes widening. “….its nothing Sasha. Forget about them.” The bellarussian capital narrowed his eyes into a frigid glare and he grabbed her elbow firmly but gently, looking over the bruises with a low snarl. “Did He Do this? Does your father know about these bruises? What else has he done to you Camellia?!” Allie winced at his slowly rising tone and tugged at her arm to get it away from him. “C-christ Sasha calm down! No…dad doesnt know about it…he hasnt done anything to me…but…….yes….these are from him….” Her voice grew quieter and quieter as she spoke, shrinking back so subtly that Sasha let go and forced himself to calm down, eyes softening. “Camellia….” She smiled softly at him and rested her hand on his, her eyes lightening up in the way that made him relax. The light in her eyes was forgiving and happy. “Hey….its fine Sash. Youre protective of your friends…i know this…i shouldnt have hidden it from you….dont worry you didnt do anything wrong Sash. Im fine i promise they dont even hurt.” The two shared a moment of calmed silence before sasha set his other hand over allie’s gripping gently as they locked eyes… “Camellia…” “Sasha i…” She glanced away towards the door and sasha saw all the light die in her eyes as her face paled slightly. She yanked her hand away and forced a cheerful smile as footsteps approached them. “Allie! Baby i wasnt expecting to see you here…..with, a guy.” Sasha turned and glared at the tall male who stopped at their table, standing uncomfortably close to allie. Sasha saw the nervous twitch to the american’s fingers as she looked up at him. “O-oh hey Troy…t-this is my best friend Sasha. Hes in town from out of country and we’re just….catching up. Its..um…why i couldnt hang out today….” Her voice quieted seeing the human frown. Sasha gripped the table hard and blatantly glared at the human. “I am Sasha. You…must be the “boy friend” i have heard about.” His tone was as sharp and disgusted with the human as his glare. “ yeah im her boyfriend. Cmon allie you can hang out with…him…some other time lets go do something.” Before she could protest or refuse he grabbed her upper arm roughly and yanked her out of her seat. Sasha was seeing red when he saw her flinch a bit and allow him to push her around without fighting back. She grabbed her jacket and whispered a goodbye to the capital as she was dragged away. Sasha seethed and almost cracked the table when he punched it ‘that….bastard…is…dead…’ A few days passed and sasha was still seething, and allie didnt know what to do. They had been fighting and arguing viciously since what theyve both decided to call the ‘Diner Incident’. Almost every conversation between them turned into arguements and the guilt from it was eating Allie alive. She couldnt stand it, the tension between them. By the second to last day of the world meeting Allie was so distraught she had almost relasped, if her sister hadnt been there….. Allie shook her head a bit, not daring to even think about it. She was still clean, upset and miserable sure, but clean. She sighed a bit as she walked with troy down the street, blocking out her thoughts and the whole world really. That was a mistake. SMACK! She yelped in surprise and pain at the sudden harsh stinging in her cheek and looked at the human startled. “W-what the FUCK was that for?!” He glared at her almost disgusted and before she could react he managed to hit her across the face again, making her stumble into a wall. “ next time dont ignore me when im talking.” He sneered. Allie flinched back when he lifted his hand towards her, shrinking back. Then the next thing she knew Troy went flying down the sidewalk with a pissed off bellarussian and her whole world froze and tilted under her feet for a moment. She flinched at the crack sound his head made when it collided with the pavement, Sasha’s punch having sent him clear off his feet. But Sasha didnt stop there. He had lost it completely. And he was out for blood. Sasha didnt stop as he pinned the human down and started punching him over and over again, snarling and swearing loudly at him in russian as he did. The human boy had no chance to fight back or defend himself, sasha was ruthless and merciless. His vision was as red as his fists as he kept punching. “Sasha stop!” He snarled as Allie latched onto him and tried to yank him back, struggling against her to finish the human off. “Let.GO!” allie kept clinging to him and yanking him back. Sasha snarled at her persistance until he felt something wet start staining his shoulders. His whole body stopped moving. Allie was crying. His camellia was crying…. “P-p-please s-sasha…s-stop…p-please…” He blinked and the red cleared and he let his american pull him away a bit from the beaten and bloodied human, hugging her tightly as soon as he got the chance. “ im sorry camellia im so sorry do not cry camellia shh shhh im sorry it is ok now…” She hiccuped and nodded, looking up at him. Without thinking about it he leaned down and kissed her. It was awkward, wet and salty from her tears, gentle, innocent, a bit restrained, but allie enjoyed it anyway. She wiped her eyes when he pulled away and smiled “L-lets go back to the world conferrence building o-ok?” Sasha nodded but didnt move right away “You go ahead and start walking. I will call an ambulence. I insist.” She hesitated until he kissed her forehead and brushed a tear away, a rare soft smile on his face that made her cheeks flush red. “Please, my camellia, i insist. I will catch up with you shortly. Trust me love.” Allie nodded and kissed his cheek before she started walking away. When sasha knew she wasnt going to look back he grabbed the human and dragged him into a nearby alley, slamming him against a wall. He gave a small crazy smile as he stared at him. “ you will NEVER hurt, look at or touch MY camellia ever again. Understand?” He watched the human nod and smiled wider. Next thing he knew the human had a knife in his gut. “W-w-wha….” Sasha simply smiled even wider and stabbed him again, this time in the heart. “ no one hurts my precious camellia Allie and lives.” “So does this mean we are together now?” Sasha asked tentively to allie, hours later in the conferrence building waiting room. Both had been cleaned up and coddled and now they were relaxing on a comfortable couch. “Hmm…yes, yes it does Sash.” She murmured happily. Sasha smiled softly and kissed the top of her head, all traces of blood and what he had done wiped away. “Im glad my precious camellia….and…” “Hmm?” “You’ll be mine forever, da?” End. OK HOLY SHIT ITS FINALLY DONE HOLY SHIT THAT WAS LONG but im so proud of this right now @phantommoonpeople @canadas-googlesearchhistory @2pcanadas-googlehistory Alright guys here it is angsty yandere sasha! Hope you enjoy it!

[yourhopeyourangeeel]

J e a l o u s y

Genre: Smutty Smut Pairing: Jhope x Reader Word Count: 2719 A/N: Reposting this since other post just wasn’t working v.v Enjoy loves  ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

“Baaaby~“ I heard his voice call out to me form the living room. “Come heree!” he whined, sighing with a slight smile on my face I yelled comingg and started to walk over to him. He was sitting on the couch, his beautiful blondish hair parted at the middle slightly, his eyes held a glint of mischief. His legs were spread apart in a nonsexual seated kind of matter but it still looked hot, especially with only his shorts on. Looking him over once more I noticed something at his side, it was wrapped up nicely, a little cute bow sitting on top of it. Coming closer I became curious and eyed the item and looked at him, all he gave me was his famous sexy smirk.

“Babe what is that?" I asked as I stood in front of his seated position. He pouted and swayed in a child like manner, "sit with me first!" he whined adorably. I couldn’t help but to giggle at his childishness. I was about to sit on the couch but I came up with a better idea, just sit on him. Pretending as if I was going to sit down next to him I instead brought both of my legs to his side’s and straddled him. He looked at me surprised for about 2 seconds until it turned to a grin, he brought his hands to my thighs and massaged them gently. Nice circular motions from the inner to the outer of my thighs all the way to my butt, he knew what drove me crazy. Biting my lip I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked him directly in his eyes, I already knew he could sense the desire burning within me.

"What is it?” I asked once again still curious about the item sitting next to him. He chuckled and reached out towards it and brought it up in front of me. “It’s a little gift for my baby, just to show you that I love you” he said with a sincere smile, his face lighting up and those glorious cheekbones of his enhancing with the motion. I smiled back at him and pecked him lightly, "Aww babe! You shouldn’t have! I don’t even have anything to give to you!“ I pouted slightly. He brought his finger to my lips and shushed me "It’s a little thing babe, just open it” he ushered. 

Sighing a bit the smile came back to my lips and I opened it to reveal chocolate covered strawberries with a little box in the middle that held the prettiest bracelet. I gasped at the bracelet and could feel my eyes filling with tears. How could I have such a previous ray of sunshine like this for a boyfriend?? 

“Hoseok…I Oh my god..wow” I said still in shock, looking up from the bracelet to him I covered my mouth as the tears made their way down my cheeks. 

Alarmed by my tears he wiped my tears away, “Baby what’s wrong?? You don’t like it, I’m sorry I could get you something else! I-I just thought you would-umph-” I shut him up with the deepest kiss I could muster. My fingers ran through the back of his hair and pulled lightly making sure he could feel my feelings. He moaned underneath me and grabbed my butt and squeezed. Out lips were dancing and our tongues battled with passion. 

Releasing his hair I pulled back from the kiss and looked at his disheveled form. His lips pink and angry colored from the attack it took, his breath a little hitched from the sudden kiss and his eyes gave me shivers and a burning lust. His eyes stared back at me full of hunger and wanting. Grinning at him I caressed his cheek, “Babe, I love it, thank you.” pecking him lightly, letting my lips linger on his as I whispered. “I”- my lips softly caressed his, -“love”-, I continued the attack on his lips gently, -"you.“ I lightly kissed him again. "So much!” My rampage of butterfly kisses ended and he just kept chuckling, his beautiful smile blinding my view. “I’m glad you like it baby” he said as he rubbed his thumb along my thigh. Looking down at his hand and back up at him I could already sense what kind of mood he was in. It made me want to tease him tonight, “I’m so going to tease him!" I thought a small smile full of evil joy coming to my face. I ran my fingers through his hair innocently and could tell it was making him tired. Taking the opportunity to go forth with my evil plan, I said “So baby aren’t you tired? You and the guys have been working sooo hard” my tone dropping ever so slightly at the word hard and I bucked my hips "accidentally”, feeling his already semi hard cock underneath me. A sweet moan came out almost immediately and he tried covering it up by clearing his throat, ..you can’t fool me Hobi I know you. (insert evil laugh)

He raised his eyebrows at me trying to figure out what I was doing, “yes…I’m tired but I get to be with you jagi so it makes up for it” he said hesitantly already bracing himself for another surprise grind but I would give him none. Instead I pecked him on the lips and smiled innocently, “we should eat those strawberries and watch something in the room” I said and got off of him quickly scampering off into our bedroom and onto bed.

I already knew he could sense something was up, we always did these little games that would eventually lead to the best sex ever. It’s somewhat of a pre-foreplay thing, every time I initiated it, it was always different, always a surprise.

I was definitely enjoying teasing Hoseok, I bit my lip in excitement and looked over to hear him approach, he was never good at this so I wonder when he’ll break I giggled as I snuggled into my blanket and saw he’s figure coming in. His expression was one of complete loss, confusion and intrigue. What made me even more excited is how he would turn the situation and initiate everything. Sighing slightly he leaned against the headboard of the bed and placed the strawberries on his lap, already waiting for me to nuzzle into him. Which I did of course. He then put on one of my favs, Tazza 2, he knows me so well! Shit! But if I wanna keep up this teasing game I can’t pay too much attention to the movie, more specifically Seunghyun, ahh that man.

Right then and there he came onto the screen and I could already feel Hoseoks eyes trying to roll out of his skull, my eyes immediately glued themselves to the screen. “Babbyyy, look at me instead! I’m your boyfriend” he whined with downcast eyes and then crossed his arms, kicking his legs a little. Giggling at his usual tantrum I looked over at him and kissed him, “Of course I’m in love with you babe but c'mon how could you not love Seunghyun!” I playfully teased which made him puff out his cheeks and purse his lips together. Sensing his slight drop in mood I decided to brighten him up a bit. So I did the most natural thing and bit his neck, an enticing moan came out from his lips and sang to my ears. God, he’s so hot.

Lapping at the spot on his neck slightly I let go and quickly returned to watching the movie. I could see Hoseok from my peripheral looking at me in the disbelief and looking back at the screen. He’s probably thinking “wtf, how can she just go back to watching the movie”, or something like that. He won’t last.

About 30 mins or so into the movie I had teased him, caressed his oh so strong thighs a bit to close to his crotch, “accidentally” let the straps to my flimsy tank top fall off my shoulders. He was boiling, I could see he was about to lose his cool any second, he never mentioned my teasing though which was weird. He always pointed it out right away…

“Omg yes, take it off Seunghyun! Show those chocolate abs!" I squealed as I wiggled around in excitement, a bit too loud but loud enough to get Hoseok to respond. “Yah! Jagi!” he grabbed me by my shoulders and spun me to look at him. He looked mad, he looked like he’s been mad for awhile, shit. Maybe I pushed his jealousy card too much? The look in his eyes were so intense, I never saw him like this, “Oh…Hoseok? Are you oka-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence as he pushed me roughly onto the bed. “Hoseok! What the actual fuck!” I exclaimed a bit scared but also a bit ticked off, I've never witnessed him act like this. I stared up at him and he stared right back, his eyes searching mine with an intense heat. “Don’t look at him, look at me” he demanded, his voice in a low growl, he then leaned in, his body hovering over mine, his lips next to my ear. I inhaled a breath in surprise at his warm breath against my skin. “I know you’ve been teasing me jagi” he whispered, his voice dropping in tones, I could feel the vibration of his vocal cords penetrating my heart.

Holy shit, my plan backfired.

He pulled away slightly and looked at me smugly “I know you baby but I’ll be in control now” he growled and attacked my neck, nipping and sucking on it. Moans poured out of me, I couldn’t even control them, my toes curled and my fingers grasped the sheets underneath me…

His tongue licking the same spot over and over made me tingle and shiver in pleasure, his hand already found his way under my shirt as he held himself up with his other arm. His hand snaked across my warm skin, cold hands, I shivered immediately my body was reacting to his touch quickly, I could already feel my nipples turn into hard buds. His fingers danced across my skin, it made me dizzy how he could just have me in the palm of his hands just like that. His hand found and started fondling my breast, throwing my head back against the sheets I moaned uncontrollably as he squeezed my hard bud. His lips left my neck and came for my lips, he kissed me with a hunger I've never felt from him before. His tongue found his way inside my mouth and he softly caressed my tongue with his.

"I missed your body while on tour jagi”, I breathed out as he took my bottom lip in between his teeth and nibbled. I gasped and brought my hands to his wide back and dug my nails into him in pleasure. He hissed lowly, his eyes once again hypnotizing mine, “You are supposed to only look at me jagi, not even Top should be on your mind!” he exclaimed, his eyes half lidded as he stared at me hungrily.

His lips then traveled downwards and to my breast, he had already discarded my tank top and threw it on the floor. I could feel his breath over my nipples, his tongue immediately attacking my hard buds. The contrast between the air and my wet buds effecting me entirely, I could feel the heat pooling in panties. “Fuck" I whimpered completely out of breath which just earned a snicker from Hoseok.

"I’ll show you how much better I am than him Jagi.” he whispered as his finger tips danced across my exposed tummy until he reached the hem of my shorts. He teasingly traced it, following along my waist and then down towards my crotch. The shorts were thin enough for him to feel the heat between my legs, looking down I could see him licking his lips as he went to remove my shorts. Bye shorts, I thought as I saw them being thrown onto the floor, the only thing covering my now were my lacey panties. “Mmm” he hummed as he looked me up and down, his tongue sensually licking his lips, my cheeks were burning immensely due to my lack of clothes and the lust I was feeling, He brought his hand to my panties and traced down my slit which caused me legs to close, which he only opened up again. “No Jagi, I’m in charge” his eyebrow was raised as he smiled smugly at me, I bit my lip holding a retort back and just let him work his magic. Grabbing onto my panties gently, he glanced up at me and I nodded at him, signaling my permission for him to take me.

Even if he was in charge, he was always worrying about my feelings. He threw my panties which joined the rest of my clothes on the ground and once again traced my slit lightly, his finger ever so slightly coming into contact with my clit. But when he did make contact with it, it felt as if electricity was traveling up and down my body, I couldn’t move due to the pleasure I felt but I made sure he could hear me.

Smirking at me he took his finger into his mouth and wet it dramatically with his saliva and gently slid it inside of me, my warmth versus the slight coldness of his finger made me lose my mind and when he began pumping my moans became louder. Gripping the sheets with all I could muster, I could feel my legs turn into jelly and the shakiness of pleasure making it’s way up my legs, Hoseok licked his lips in sight of me and moaned at the restriction to his dick against his shorts.

I tossed my head back in pleasure and he couldn’t stand it anymore and immediately took his finger out of me and pulled his shorts off, I felt empty without him there but that feeling didn’t last because I felt the head of his dick at my entrance. Bringing my head up I looked into his eyes with my lustful half lidded ones and bit my lip, he nodded and pushed into me. Our room filled itself with our harmonized moans, his thrusting was gentle at first but I could feel him become harder inside of me as he sped up. He leaned over me and I held onto him by wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He stared down at me, some of his hair sticking to his forehead and his eyes searching mine hungrily.

This side of Hoseok always turned me on so much, how could someone so precious own such a sexy ass facial expression.

His muscles tensed underneath my grasp and I could feel he was getting close to climaxing. My moans got even louder and the headboard banged against the wall with how hard we were going at it. Gasping and breathing hard I brought my lips to his ear “Fuck me Hoseok, cum for me” I whispered to him which caused him to moan and stiffen, his hot seed shooting into me. He grunted and groaned as he closed his eyes and held onto me tightly as his ejaculation wave passed

“Fuck Jagi” he breathed out and looked at me, a lazy smile on his lips, he rolled off of me (and out of me) and laid next to me. Laying on his side he looked me over and hugged me happily, his mood doing a complete 180 from slightly dominate Hoseok. Pulling me away he looked at me and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, “See why I’m better than Seunghyun baby?” he asked teasingly and I laughed at him shaking my head as I slapped him playfully. He laughed along as well and kissed my forehead, “I love you” he whispered sighing softly as he wrapped both of us up in our blanket. We cuddled one another until sleep consumed us.

[regents-hidden-artblog]

Favor

Raven-Home was alive with revelry, as it often was. Many of the visitors were fed or feasting, drunk or drinking, or playing at small games about the field. There was never a dull moment at Regent's feasts, and I knew there was no risk of it happening soon, as Regent stepped toward a ring of rope fencework to announce our next amusement.

Regent: Now, let's have a little fun, shall we?

Regent: It's all well and good that our houses are all allied, but I think we should stir up a little chaos - spark a friendly rivalry or two, eh?

The King unceremoniously began to discard his armor, working himself down to a pair of simple cloth breeches and little else. His lithe figure showed little definition in the torchlight, and he grinned at his audience as he unbound his hair and let it fall loose over his shoulders.

Regent: I challenge each house to a wrestling match. Your head can either step forward and meet me themselves, or commit a champion in their stead.

Regent: The rules are simple. No powers, no psychic tricks, no magic. Victory goes to whomever can pin their opponent for five seconds straight, counted by the referee - else I decide if a bout goes on long enough to forfeit.

Regent: Whoever wins - or in the case of multiple or no winners, whoever lasts longest - earns my favor for the night to spend as they please.

Regent: So, who would accept the challenge first? We've got three fights to clear, and the night's plenty young.

There were murmurs among the spectators, especially from those of the noble houses who had only to accept the challenge, as they decided who should go first, and whether or not they should designate a champion.

Naturally, having no champion to fight for him, Roasin stepped forward first. Regent met his challenger with an excited grin.

Regent: Lord Volyat. Good to see you're in high spirits.

Roasin: --- Likewise, Seer-King.

Regent: A shame and a half I'll have to put them and you both to the floor.

Regent: Dogana! On your ready!

The burgundy Maid sat at the edge of the arena, fumbling around a pile of flags until she found one that displayed the seal of Avalon. She raised the flags with every count of a number until her arms were held high in the sky.

Dogana: Fi^v^e! Four!

Dogana: Three! T^w^o!

Dogana: One! Fight!

And both flags dropped. The combatants rushed at each other, planting hands on their opponents shoulders or waists, and they began to grapple, punch, and knee one-another to wear their foe down. Roasin put forward a serious effort, which was helped by his natural tealblooded strength, but Regent's constitution was legendary.

Roasin's knee met his foe's ribs several times, then shifted to hit his stomach, trying in vain to knock the wind out of him, but Regent gritted his teeth, keeping a firm grip on the Lord's shoulder as he slammed hard into Roasin's side.

Both fighters grunted and groaned and heaved as they tried to upend one another, until Regent turned his free hand on the same side as his grappling hand, rent Roasin to the ground with a powerful shove, and rolled to place a knee on his chest, pinning him in place. Dogana counted the seconds, and Roasin wheezed at the call of "five" when his opponent lifted his knee and extended a hand.

Regent: Hhah, bastard!

Regent: Fable hasn't been halfassing your unarmed training, has she?

Roasin: --- hhhnn...no, Gods-, she certainly has not.

Roasin: --- That said...I still need to work on it.

Regent: Keep at it. Dizmar! Get this man a drink and a cushion!

Regent: Now who's next? Elysium, or Alternia?

My mother began to appraise the situation, keeping a thoughtful look on her face as she looked at the people who could potentially champion Elysium in the wrestling match. I had already figured who I would send into the ring - either dad, who was little different from Regent, though physically hardier, or Fable, who was an undisputed master with most known forms of combat, and had our father's stubborn force of will to match.

Tarkas was a good third option, having been trained by Fable, much like Roasin, though for much longer, and doubtless his training would have been reinforced by Amarokian durability. Those three would make natural competitors against Regent, and I was certain she'd choose one of them to go in her stead.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Emperor Foebus whispering between his matesprit Santia and his advisor Lilvia, nodding his head at last to show he came to a decision. He raised his glass and accepted Regent's challenge.

Foebus: o)-- i c}{()()se varn()x trivel as my c}{ampi()n!

And from the Alternian lot, a lanky purpleblood sans-makeup lumbered into the ring. He widened his stance and prepared for the fight, and I took the opportunity to sneak over to Foebus' side to pry.

Rowan: not accepting the challenge yourself, emperor? how curious.

Foebus: o)-- }{e}{. well, t}{ere are tw() t}{ings st()pping me fr()m g()ing in t}{ere and tr()uncing regent myself little miss winc}{ester.

He nonchalantly waved his glass, sloshing some of its contents about.

Foebus: o)-- f()r starters, i'm already starting t() get buzzed. can't be t()() l()ng n()w 'til i'm starting t() get drunk.

Rowan: and the other thing?

Foebus: o)-- getting t}{e piss beaten ()ut ()f y()u by a human juggernaut surprisingly isn't all t}{at fun, win ()r l()se.

Lilvia: I trust VarnOx still has his wiles abOut him. Elsewise it's dOwn tO brute strength.

Rowan: and i'm pretty sure that's a contest regent wins most of the time.

Foebus: o)-- if n()t}{ing else, }{e can last a damn l()ng w}{ile. }{()pefully y()ur dad and sister are drunk, r()wan.

Rowan: oh? why should we hope for that?

Foebus: o)-- lady isabella - all respect t() t}{e w()man - already }{as pleeeeeeeenty ()f regent's fav()r. and besides - i want s()me f()r myself, }{e}{.

I nodded, then quietly returned to my seat. The fight was already well underway, and compared to his first bout against Roasin, the violence inflicted between Regent and Varnox was staggering. The purpleblood bore down on Regent with pure malice, making every effort to pummel the Seer to the earth, and Regent, for his part, was holding up surprisingly well.

The fight had lasted twice as long as Roasin's attempt, and it had seemed for a moment that Varnox was winning. He had bent his foe low to the ground, then shoved Regent onto his back, but in a motion that was both blindingly quick and surprisingly fluid, Regent turned Varnox over onto his stomach, locking one arm against the small of his back. Dogana counted to five, and Regent threw his arms into the air in boast.

Two of Varnox's friends, Saepho and Silvee, sprung from the Alternian crowd to retrieve and mend the unfortunate champion, while Regent dropped to his knees as Athene came to his side and began her work.

If Roasin had managed to bruise Regent, then Varnox broke bones and left bigger bruises. The King's breathing was ragged, his body leaning painfully to one side, and a trickle of blood crept from the corner of his mouth, but his face was still a snarl of vicious confidence. And now he had just one opponent left.

Once he had been fully healed, the Seer shouted his third challenge.

Regent: Good fight, Foebus, Varnox - I expected no less from Alternia!

Regent: You all may win tonight's favor yet, but let's not count our chickens before they hatch.

Regent: Queen Isabella! Have we any contenders from Elysium?

Victor and Fable were both sitting on the edges of their seats, waiting to be called on. Mom took one more appraising look about her company, then stood.

Isabella: Hirces. Win this for me, please.

There was a brief moment of silence, and in that moment I was rightly confused. Hirces? The huntsman, doubtless strong in his own right, but hardly comparing to our house's known warriors. He would be our champion? I glanced back, watching him slowly rise to his feet. Isabella was the only one who didn't look back at him, though she wore a small smile as she heard him answer.

Hirces: yes, my lady. count it yours.

He threw off his tabard and hood, stalking toward the arena, and for a moment, I could've sworn I saw the faintest hint of yellow-ochre at the corners of his cheeks unmarred by his facial scar. When he was within the arena, he lowered himself to the ground, ready to pounce.

Regent: Well, looks like Dogana's gonna have a real show now.

Hirces: shed better. i dont get to show off often.

Regent: Ready to make losing look good?

Hirces: speak for yourself.

Regent nodded, Dogana blushed and began the countdown. When the fight began, Hirces lunged at Regent with lethal speeds, but was met by what amounted to an immovable object. He struck and tore at the King, a frenzy of focused violence, and Regent withstood it all, landing a few of his own blows in turn.

The huntsman began to vary his approach - hooking his legs under Regent's, groping for a good position to hoist him straight off the ground, wearing at him with punches and kicks, he tried everything, but each strategy seemed to be checked. Legs would shift or plant to avoid being taken out, weight would be forced down lower to the earth, and blows would be mitigated by physical endurance alone.

Things started working more and more in Regent's favor, as Hirces' onslaught began to wane, more for lacking any more tricks to try than for exhaustion. For a moment, Regent had seemed poised to topple his opponent, but then the tables were turned.

One hand sprung up and tore Regent's grappling hand off Hirces' shoulder, and he followed the motion by stepping inside the Seer's stance, hooking his leg behind Regent's own. He threw his free arm behind the small of Regent's back, and pushed hard off his back leg, toppling the King in a brutally swift motion.

Landing hard on Hirces' arm bent Regent back to the earth odd, visibly causing him pain, and Hirces capitalized on his success by placing his free arm hard down on Regent's throat, leaving him stunned. Dogana counted it out.

Dogana: One! T^w^o!

Dogana: Three! Four!

Dogana: And fi^v^e! Hirces ^w^ins!!!!!!

The Hunter-Praetor crawled off of his fallen foe, taking to his knees. He seemed no more winded than when he began the fight, but Regent writhed on the ground with a moment's pain clearing up.

Regent: Ghh-od-damn...

Athene rushed into the arena, healing Regent once more.

Regent: ...My back...?

Athene: n()t br()ken, just sprained.

Regent: That felt, waaaaaay worse than a sprain. Gods.

Athene: d() y()u need any help, hirces?

Hirces: no thanks.

A bit of yellow blood welled at the corner of his mouth, but his expression only dared Athene to say anything. She didn't, and simply finished her work on the King.

When she returned to the crowd behind Regent, the King stood up, stretched, and looked Hirces in the eye. It had seemed for the moment that he was judging the goldblood, but that thought was dispelled when he belted out in laughter and slapped his opponent's shoulder.

Regent: That hurt like hell! Remind me not to piss you off, eh?

He raised one hand triumphantly in our direction, and Dogana likewise raised the flag displaying our family crest.

Regent: Victory - and my favor - goes to the Winchester house and the Kingdom of Elysium! Give this man your applause!

A deafening uproar followed as Hirces stood, gave Regent a short bow, and returned to his seat. The King then began letting anyone pick opponents to wrestle, and the order of the challenges seemed from a distance to be first-come, first-serve, but I paid little attention to it.

Instead, I watched as Hirces was stopped just before passing Isabella. He looked up to her, darkness concealing his expression, and all I heard was a quiet congratulation for the victory. Hirces returned to his seat, lazily throwing on his tabard and hood, and for the rest of the night, the revelry at Raven-Home was as expected.

People were fed or feasting, drunk or drinking, and playing games about the field.

And there was never a dull moment.

[holylulusworld]

Sammy

Summary: Only one person gets to call Sam, Sammy – right?

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Gordon Walker

Warnings: light smut, mentions of oral (female receiving), language, mentions of blood, mentions of characters death

You hate the way Dean acts around that new hunter. Since John is gone Dean is out for blood. Sadly, Gordon Walker offers blood - a huge amount of blood.

Proudly he tells you he killed his sister when she got turned. Your stomach churns whilst your hunter instinct tells you to get away from that man. He’s trouble, dangerous even, you just know it.

Tense you meet Sam’s eyes, a mirror of your emotions. He crosses his arms over his wide chest, not liking the way Dean bonds with that cruel killer. Unbeknownst of your doubts Dean seems to be in his element, talking about the latest hunt with Gordon.

“Beautiful, absolutely beautiful,” Gordon muses, meeting your eyes but you look away, not liking the hunter.

“You all right, Sammy?” Dean watches his brother's face, hating Sam doesn’t seem to like their new hunting partner.

“Peachy, Dean. Everything is just great,” you can hear the venom in Sam’s voice.

“You should relax a bit, Sammy,” Gordon tries to flash a smile but it comes out wolfish and you shudder, liking him even less. You don’t know why you do not like him. He got the job done. Fast. Deadly. Precise.

When you hunt with other partners, you never had the feeling you need to watch your back. Neither Rufus nor Bobby ever gave you that much bad vibes.

Sam dips his head, jerking it toward his elder brother. “He's the only one who gets to call me that,” your stomach drops hearing Sam’s doesn’t like hearing anyone else but his brother calls him by his nickname, “and I can imagine better things to relax than decapitations,” Sam blushes, glancing at you but you didn’t catch his words or the way his eyes roamed your body.

“You can be a hunter and like it. Nothing wrong with having fun with your job,” the hunter raises his glass, glancing at you. “Right, Y/N?”

“I did not become a hunter to have fun, Mr. Walker. I did become a hunter as a pack of werewolves ripped my family and best friend apart,” you get up slamming the bottle of beer you were nursing onto the table. “I do not love my job or have fun killing monsters and risking my life. I do it as this is the way to pay those bastards back who ruined my life. Excuse me if you using unnecessary violence and cruelty doesn’t float my boat,” you turn to leave, storm off without looking back.

“I’ll talk to her,” Sam gives his brother a disapproving look. “She ain’t wrong, Dean. Before I kill the mood too, I’ll go back and take care of our friend.”

“Y/N, wait,” Sam slings his arm around your shoulders, pressing you to his chest. “I am sorry that guy is an ass.”

“I saw it in his eyes, he loved killing those vamps, Sam. I mean, I do it too but only to save people and prevent others from getting hurt or killed,” you look up at Sam, giving him a sad smile. “We shouldn't work with him again.”

“I’ll call Ellen and Bobby, dig out some information when we are back at the motel,” Sam presses his forehead against yours, humming when you sigh his name.

“Great idea, Sam,” it’s the first time you did not use his nickname, and Sam wonders if you are mad at him too. “I can have a shower meanwhile, wash the bad feeling of my body.”

“What did Bobby and Ellen say?” Sam gulps watching you walk out of the shower in a towel. You need to repeat your question and snap your fingers in front of Sam’s face until he finally realizes you talked to him. “Sam?”

“Didn’t reach Bobby, guess he’s on a hunt too,” nodding you sit onto the bed to search for clean clothes, failing epically. “Ellen, I do not know her well but I don’t think she would lie to me,” you nod again, still rummaging in your bag.

“Do you have a clean shirt for me, Sam?” you snicker when Sam nods, eyes glued to your exposed legs. “Sam? Sam, did you hear me?”

“Yeah…sure,” his eyes drift toward your chest, imagining to run his tongue over your nipples he tugs at his suddenly too-tight pants. “I’ll give it to you.”

“Great,” jumping up you hold out your hand, wondering why Sam’s eyes are glued to your legs. He seems to be lost in thoughts before you can watch his tongue dart out to wet his lips. “The shirt?”

“Ellen, she said Gordon Walker means trouble,” whilst Sam gets up to hand you one of his clean shirts you drop the towel, revealing you are only in your panties.

Even though you have your back toward Sam you can feel his gaze on you. “So my instinct was right. I sensed that guy is dangerous.”

“Dangerous, right,” you shiver feeling Sam’s fingertips slide over your exposed back. “So dangerous and beautiful.” His lips press soft kisses along your shoulder, and you melt against the hunter.

The shirt in your hands drops to the floor feeling his hands slide over your stomach to hold you against his chest. “Why don’t you call me Sammy anymore,” Sam’s voice is not boyish any longer. There is an edge in it letting your panties dampen. “I like it when you call me Sammy.”

“You said,” Sam slips his hand into your panties and you lean your head against his body, “only Dean can call you Sammy.”

“I wanted to rile that asshole up, baby,” his fingers toy with your clit while you melt into Sam’s body. “Now I want you to be good and spread wider to let me make you feel good.”

“Sammy,” voice trembling you follow Sam’s order, spread your legs to let him run his fingers along your slick folds. “Please…”

Dean didn’t come back to the motel room and you thanked whoever is up there for that or he would’ve witnessed you scream Sam’s nickname in different octaves.

Right now, he has you spread out, legs pushed up to your chest to go even deeper.

Sweat runs out of every pore of your body, your voice became hoarse half an hour ago whilst he was between your thighs, but Sam is still going at it.

His shaggy hair glued to his forehead, a dirty grin on his lips he pushes deeper into you with every thrust.

You cannot look away, can’t break eye contact as it seems the boy you once knew is gone, replaced by a wild man claiming your body.

“You feel so good around me, Y/N,” Sam angles his hips, gives you quick and hard thrusts to push you violently over the edge.

Shuddering you listen to the squelching sound of his dick sliding into your body, praying this is not a one time thing to Sam.

“Sammy,” whining you slip one hand between your legs, pressing hard down your clit to make sure the next thrust sends you over the edge. “I love…oh-my god…”

“There you go, baby…”

“So…” Dean glances at you on Sam’s bed, wearing only his brother’s shirt while Sam looks like he got caught with his fingers in the cookie jar. “Did she calm?”

“I found a way to take the edge off,” Sam smirks now, striding toward his bed.

Chest puffed he sits onto the bed, pride in his eyes. He gently runs his large hand up and down your back, pressing a soft mumble of his name out of you.

“A way,” watching you snuggle into Sam’s side when he lies next to you Dean rolls his eyes. “You can’t just have sex with our hunting partner.”

“She’s my girl, not our hunting partner,” now Sam wraps his arms protectively around you. “I deserve something good in my life, Dean. She’s my light in this endless darkness we try to escape…”

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[holylulusworld]

Danger Zone

Summary: Both brothers want you - a pleasant dream, isn’t it?

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst, language, smut, unprotected sex, voyeurism, dom!Sam, light degrading, mentions of plan b, comforting, a hint of choking (not really), plot twist

A/N: That’s the end of the story. Read Part 1 & Part 2 first.

Divider by @writeyourmindaway​ <3

Over the last days, Dean and you walk around the bunker as if you are walking on eggshells. Whilst Sam tries to bond with you again, Dean tries to stay as far away from you as possible.

Just like now. Sam offered to prepare breakfast to break the tension, but Dean just grabbed a slice of toast and almost ran out of the kitchen.

“I should be the one acting strange,” Sam huffs, watching you poke the food with a fork, not eating. “Maybe we should talk to Dean again. He was a demon and…”

“It’s not just that, Sam,” you sigh, meeting your boyfriend's gaze. “I think he’s disappointed as I took plan B. I heard him mumbling something like ‘not worth being her baby’s father’. Do you think he hates me?”

“Y/N, the last days were not a sexual adventure you wanted on free terms. Even though you enjoyed it,” clearing his throat Sam plays with the veggies on his plate, “the demon forced you to a certain point.”

“I can’t be mad at Dean,” while you play with your food Sam grasps for your hand, squeezing it tightly. “It’s not as if I never imagined having sex with your brother. I am an awful girlfriend, Sam. How can I have dirty fantasies about your brother?”

“Baby girl, come here,” Sam rounds the kitchen island to bring you in his arms. He is just holding you, not caring you wet his shirt with your tears or that you press your body desperately to his warm chest. “I love you, okay. No matter what you will decide, I’ll always love you.”

“I love you too but,” sniffling you look up at Sam, giving him a sad smile, “I can’t help myself when I am close to your brother. I don’t know if it’s love or lust. I am confused…”

Sam’s large hand curls around your throat, letting your heart race. You feared Sam will never touch you again, give you what you need, but he’s determined to show you that even though his brother touched you, you are his girl.

“Look at you, baby girl,” Sam purrs behind you, a smirk on his lips feeling you swallow thickly. “So needy, so ready to get me inside this tight little cunt.”

“Sam, please," desperate to feel Sam you push back onto him, rubbing your slick cunt against his throbbing length. “Baby…”

“No begging, Y/N. You know the rules,” you whine, still, you shut your mouth, waiting for Sam to fill you. “My girl needs a thick Winchester cock to fuck the neediness out of her.”

No one would ever assume Sam is a dirty talker or a kinky bastard in the bedroom. He is always soft and caring around others but here he is, enjoying the fact he has you at his mercy, all strung out.

“Please,” you beg again, earning a slap to your ass. “I need you,” Sam slides his length through your folds, holding back the need to just fill you. “I want you…”

“Do you want me?” He husks against your ear, squeezing your throat a little, just to make you feel he is in control. “Is that what you want. Exchanging one brother for the other again?”

When he slips the blunt head inside you fall back against his chest, pressing the back of your head into his shoulder. “Good girl, such a good girl,” his cock splits you open, filling you perfect to bring tears to your eyes.

“So good,” you whimper, writhing on his length whilst Sam holds you to his body, not moving an inch. “Sam, please. I’ll be good.”

“You will,” Sam purrs into your ear, nibbling at your ear shell. “I know you’ll always be my good girl. Now,” the first thrust makes you cry out. Sex with Sam always teeters on the edge of pain, the good kind of pain. “Just relax, Y/N.”

“I want to feel you, Sam,” you are flat on your belly seconds later, Sam doesn’t give you time to take a breath before he’s back inside of you, not caring you will feel him for days. “Please.”

Dean is pacing around the hallway. Moments ago, he wanted to talk to his brother and you, now he must listen to your moans whilst his brother calls you his girl.

“His girl, never mine,” mumbling the words Dean presses his head against the door, even though the noises you make for the wrong brother let his heart clench in his chest. “Never mine…”

“Sam,” your body jolts toward the headboard with every powerful snap of his hips.

Sam is wild tonight, like an alpha ready to mark his territory again. “Take me, baby girl. All of me is yours. Can you feel me in your belly?”

You would answer Sam but the way he holds your hips in a tight grip, his cock slamming into you and the fact you heard Dean call your name outside the room presses nothing but cries and moans out of you.

“Yeah, I think you will come for me. Maybe we invite Dean to watch and use this tight pussy too,” you can hear the anger in Sam’s voice but he calls for his brother before you can answer. “Come inside and watch her getting fucked, Dean.”

“Sam,” you fist the sheets, try anything to keep the approaching high at bay. “I want to cum,” Sam hums watching his brother walk into the room. “There he is baby girl. Now ask Dean to let you cum.”

“Please, D’, I need to cum,” tears run down your cheeks. Your body craves the toe-curling and earth-shattering release, but the elder brother looks at Sam, a smirk on his lips. “Please?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. Did you earn it? Did you tell Sammy you’re sorry for fucking his big brother?” you nod eagerly, giving Dean your sweetest pout, the one he cannot resist. “I think she deserves to cum, Sammy.”

“You heard Dean,” another thrust and another dirty word leaving the brother's lips and you are a goner. You shiver feeling Dean fist your hair roughly while his brother still pumps into you as if he wants to break you tonight.

“I-uh, god,” you look at Dean, never breaking-eye contact whilst his brother pushes you over the edge. Dean steals the silent scream with his lips, smirking as he can see Sam slip out of you to cum all over your ass.

“If you go in bare, pull out. We don’t need little Winchesters yet,” Sam smirks, slapping your ass before he leaves the bed. “She’s all yours, brother.”

“My pleasure,” Dean grins, while you cannot process your boyfriend just offered you to his brother, the demon he wanted to kill not days ago. “I’ll be gentle, sweetheart. Just fuck the neediness out of you.”

Dean crawls onto the bed, growling your name and your world turns upside down when your boyfriend sits on the bed to watch his brother slide home in one go.

“That’s our girl, look at her, Dean,” Sam praises a soft smile on his lips. You nod eagerly, feeling lightheaded. Your vision becomes blurry and before you can bring out a word you lose consciousness.

“Y/N? Y/N?” Celeste pats your cheek. “It’s normal to pass out before a wedding.”

Looking up at your friend with wide and fearful eyes you swallow the lump in your throat, remembering the man who waits at the altar, the man you chose over the brothers years ago.

“I…I don’t feel good,” you get up to run toward the exit of the church, panting heavily as the door flings open and two men enter the church. “Sam? Dean?”

“We didn’t want to miss the wedding,” Dean stammers, not meeting your eyes. “I know we never talked after Sam came to the motel room, but I thought.”

“I…I mean we decided we should at least say ‘hi’ and congratulations,” Sam clears his throat, hiding the aching in his heart.

It has been two years since that night, the night Sam freed you. You ran, and never looked back, but here and now you look over your shoulder at a man you barely know waiting for you to become his wife. “I…I need to get away from here, boys. Do you know a place to be?”

“Sammy, I think we are stealing the bride,” Dean grins watching his brother pick you up to throw you over his shoulder.

“Sorry, but we are on ‘stealing the bride duty’, dude. I mean, enjoy the cake and all. I don’t think she’ll be back anytime soon,” you squeal when Sam starts to run after his brother.

“We will never let you go again, baby girl. You’re ours,” Sam pants, looking over his shoulder as your fiancé decided to chase after the brothers.

“Well, hurry up and we can talk about anything else later. I got a few bags hidden in a motel room outside of town,” giving you a wink Dean grins at your words.

“I suggest we get out of the danger zone first…”

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